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banjjakz · 4 months

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final girl: jjk visualkei idol!au x stan!f!reader

author's note: this is a choose-your-own-adventure PWP series. each route will have its own host of chapter-specific warnings, but some general content advisories include: obsession, stalking, elements of horror, codependent/unhealthy relationships, imbalanced power dynamics, erotic descriptions of death, etc etc please see: main menu for navigation & guide for recommended route order. enjoy ~ ^^

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[PROLOGUE]

➡ GAME START

The time: three o’clock in the morning. The place: one of Kabukichou’s countless dilapidated venues. The weather: piercingly frigid, biting cold which mercilessly impales your already tumultuous gut. Those in attendance: approximately three hundred other dedicated fans, and – of course – the main act:

Shinjuku Showdown.

As an underground idol group, ShinShow makes no effort to conform to some false overly polished, perfectly airbrushed boy-group image. What sets them apart from the rest of the underground crowd is their steadfast dedication to their unique concept: jujutsu sorcery.

Allegedly, all members of ShinShow are reincarnated sorcerers from various eras in Japanese history, reborn to entrance thousands with the preternatural capabilities of their musical talent. In this lifetime, they manipulate the cosmos not with mudras, but with peerless performances.

Many so-called stans claim to know their lore inside out; you, however, pride yourself on being a part of the slim majority of the fanbase who has walked with the members since the beginning. You were a fan of each individual member while they were preoccupied in other idol activities before eventually joining together to create ShinShow. This, you are convinced, sets you apart from the swathe of fresh blood clogging up the congested standing pit. Everyone loiters in one single cesspool of quivering, fanatic anticipation. You bet many others feel like prey, yearning to be caught in the captivating gaze of their preferred member. But you’re different. You aren’t prey.

After years of unwavering support including (but certainly not limited to): countless hours spent digitally streaming; months’ worth of paychecks devoted to VVVVVVVVIP Access Packages, pre-releases, physical albums, official merch; and premium music subscription services, you consider yourself the exact opposite of a creature lying in wait, ready to be devoured.

No, you are the one who does the devouring.

Consuming ShinShow content is the closest you have ever come in your miserable life to satiating the empty void weighing you down, siphoning the sleep out of your nights, rendering your few non-work-related phone calls devoid of any real meaning.

Walking with ShinShow has brought you to a new, enlightened state of being. You are cleansed anew each time you have the privilege of breathing in the same atmosphere into which they perspire, passionately entangled in the performance of their morose melodies. Screaming fan chants until your throat bleeds and pricking yourself with arts and crafts supplies in the effort to make your own cheering uchiwa are essential sources from which you derive a tenuous – but nonetheless persistent – will to live.

Supporting ShinShow has become a devotional act. And you are, if nothing else, devout.

Up above head, the house lights are snuffed into nonexistence. An impenetrable darkness asphyxiates all sense of vision and a charged murmur sweeps through the venue. Excitement runs rampant like an epidemic, spreading from phone charm to deco’d polaroid holder to custom-made fan slogan.

It’s time.

As always, you hear them before you see them: the isolated, mournful wailing of an electric guitar echoes throughout the atmosphere, seemingly pulling a shroud over the crowd and commandeering the entirety of your attention to the mysteriously black stage. Soon to follow are the crashing of symbols, the striking of drums, the unnerving thrum of that otherworldly bassline, and last, but certainly not least, the main vocal’s banshee-like shriek.

The show is absolutely charged with some sort of intoxicating misery. This is why you love them above all others – the unique, dreadful energy that pools wherever ShinShow performs is a testament to their unmatched skills as entertainers.

Even in the midst of a taxing live show, there is not a crack in the façade, not a chink in the armor. The drummer, despite pounding away with reckless abandon, displays an unshakable poker face of utter apathy, which would be made somewhat less terrifying if he didn’t have on his usual corpse paint: a white face, powdered and even like a geisha, bisected at the middle with a harsh black line cutting neatly from cheekbone to cheekbone. Even when shouting some of the raunchier, more aggrieved lyrics, his black-painted lips curl rather cutely around the vulgar vowels.

Just as dedicated to his craft, the bassist plucks out morose notes with limp hands and cold eyes, moving his body as a medical examiner might manipulate a cadaver’s stiff limbs. He’s got lanky, black hair with parted bangs brushing his impossibly long, doll-like lashes. Despite his pretty looks, he appears ultimately ghoulish, with a wan complexion, sunken cheekbones, and lips perpetually bitten raw. This is not to say he doesn’t get excited while performing – because he absolutely does! But when he moves, it is with a disconcerting preternatural speed. Is it truly the adrenaline rush of a live performance that moves him? Or does something else entirely occupy his svelte, hollow carcass?

Not to be outdone, the lead singer inspires as much awe as he does fear in the hearts of his catatonic, reverential fans. In stark contrast to his easygoing off-stage countenance, his on-stage persona lets his hair loose. Literally. A smooth, unbroken cascade of obsidian drapes his well-toned form from the crown of his head to the small of his back. Many of his female fans are envious of his well-maintained locks, and rant about this very grievance in pages and pages of obsessive online ramblings. With tastefully gauged lobes, a spear of shocking silver speared through his tongue, and swirls of ink lining the ribbed midsection of his throat, the band’s front man is an unapologetically alternative heartthrob. When he sings, it sounds like he’s trying to resurrect something long dead and gone through sheer force of will. How anything alive or otherwise could resist his siren’s call is an eternal mystery.

And last, but certainly not least, there is the guitarist, who stands a full head taller than the rest of his bandmates and at least twice as wide. What he lacks in the conventionally attractive, youthful bishounen image of most male idols, he makes up for with a physique gifted from above (or below?) itself. His muscles ripple, glistening with sweat and the remnants of many upended water bottles, as he shreds his strings and whips his unruly pink hair in all-consuming, passionate fervor. Out of all the members, he must be the most unapproachable – after all, his concept is that he’s an epochs-old evil curse who used to eat women and children for fun! If it weren’t for his washboard abs and de facto stage outfits of open-faced robes and shredded T-shirts, you wonder how many fans he would have left to claim.

Before you know it, the performance draws to a close just as suddenly as it had spontaneously combusted into existence! During the final speaking mention, one of the members wields some lethal fan-service: some fan had thrown a pair of fox ears onto the stage. When he decided to not only put them on, but to pose with cute foxlike mannerisms, the gap moe is too much for the audience to handle. The crowd surges forward, and with a complete lack of any kind of barrier or barricade (this is Kabukichou, after all) you are sent flying into the alarmingly solid, wide, warm chest of the imposing security guard. He looks down at you from the tall bridge of his nose, wordlessly impassive save for the slight quirk of amusement that twists his scarred lips. Beefy arms stabilize you, dispelling your disorientation. Each of his large hands respectively span nearly the entire width of your upper arm. Wow. Sure, he looks well into his forties, but you think he could definitely have a shot as some niche-market idol. He’s even got dark fringe and a sharp jawline! The wrinkles aren’t too bad, either…. if you squint, he’s kinda…

Ahh, you have to pull yourself together! Making goo-goo eyes at this random stranger will ruin your chances at catching the encore. Hurriedly, you (not so) politely squirm your way back into the crowd front, a (not so) respectful distance away from the edge of the stage.

As the final chords fade out into the tepid night, you blink back tears of shock. While it is not unusual for you to be moved to weeping at a ShinShow gig, something about tonight feels markedly different. Is it just you, or were several of the members meeting your eye? Each song in the set saw a moment of charged intensity between either the drummer, the bassist, the lead singer, or the guitarist. In every instance, you flushed red-hot with disbelief, with wanton ecstasy at the thought that you were a passing object in their distracted, roaming gaze. The thought is enough to make you more than a little weak in the knees.

Shaking your head, you are forcibly evicted from your reverie when the house lights surge back to life. The show is over. The music is gone. The members have finally retreated backstage. Some audience members file out of the main exit, while others linger behind in naïve hopes of catching just one more glimpse.

What will you do?

➡ Loiter behind the venue.

➡ Sneak backstage.

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esmedelacroix · 4 months

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13 days til' Christmas

christmas party with exhusband!toji fushiguro ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

cw: very suggestive(got carried away/honestly its smutty idk what's wrong with me), shower sex, unprotected p in v, angsty

a/n: y'all im so sorry this was supposed to be a fluffy little christmas post i swear...

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Christmas was just around the corner. It was supposed to be a time of meeting family, gift-giving, and togetherness. Instead, you were stuck going through paperwork. Divorce paperwork.

You and your husband had agreed to divorce three months ago but the media still wouldn't know about it until you finished the last of the legal work.

You didn't know why but you couldn’t bring yourself to sign the final paper. It was so stupid that you were the one that suggested divorce and you couldn’t even stand to sign your own papers.

Toji probably already signed his and your lawyer(and his) were nagging the two of you about the papers.

It didn't help that you and Toji were in the same line of work. On top of that, you were both acting in the same romantic comedy show as love interests. The cherry on top was that the two of you got an invite to a Christmas party. It was only the most lavish Christmas party in all of Hollywood.

The two of you decided to go together because you were added to the guest list far before you divorced. It would be your last date. The two of you would have to make a huge effort to not argue in the middle of the party.

Your thoughts were beginning to tire you so you took one last look at the papers, unsigned again, like every other night for the past three months. You sighed as you picked up the book you had started when you and Toji were still sharing the bed you were now sitting in alone.

He had taken the liberty to move out a month after the divorce, leaving you your estate. You were in this big ass house with no one to share it with.

It was still the same house. The only difference was that Toji was gone and you were tucked into his side of the bed. It wasn't because you missed him or anything you were just there because you missed his scent and his warmth. But you didn't miss him, you were happy he was gone. Right? This is everything you wanted. Right?

You weren't wearing one of the button-ups that he had left on accident because you missed him. It just conveniently fits as a comfy oversized shirt for you.

You most certainly were not playing the old jazz songs that he liked to play when he forced you to slow dance with him because you missed him. You just never liked to admit to him that you kind of liked the songs that he played to his face.

As you slept, thoughts of him consumed, and for the first time you wondered, was this all a big mistake?

. . .

Weeks flew by as you found new crazy ways to keep your mind busy while your heart got heavier. As soon as you knew it, the day of the Christmas party arrived and you could finally call him without needing a stupid excuse.

You heard the line ring hoping and praying that he would answer so that you could hear his voice again after weeks of being starved of that beautiful sound.

"Hello?" he answered.

You sighed in relief as the vibrations of his voice entered your ears like water in a land of drought.

"Hey Toji, how much time do I have to get ready?" you asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

He took some time to answer but soon replied, "I'll be there in three hours,"

"Okay, I'll be ready by then," you replied as you fiddled with the necklace that he gifted you for your first Christmas together as a married couple.

. . .

"I don't know what to get you, I know you'll like anything I give you but I want it to mean something," he said after asking you for the millionth time what you wanted for Christmas.

"I already told you I wouldn't be so upset if my gift was you[oiled up on the bed with whipped cream and fruit roll-ups in hand]," you replied.

"Please just give me one item to give you and I'll leave you alone,” he pleaded.

You took some time to think before saying, "Get me a necklace, any necklace and I promise you I'll wear it every single day, even if for some crazy reason were not together,"

"We’ll never not be together, I'll never let you go,” he promised.

. . .

"Alright I'll see you then," he said.

I miss you...

"Okay, bye-bye,"

I miss you more...

Just like that, you went back to feeling like you were living in a world with no sound worth hearing.

You got up from your bed to get ready. You wanted to blow him away, you took a steamy everything shower, and did a face mask, and applied some light makeup.

You scavenged through your closet looking for the perfect dress to wear. Then you realized, you didn't have to wear a dress. You decided to wear a festive red suit with nothing under the vest. You were displaying a mouth-watering plunging cleavage. Not many people had seen your sternum tattoo but you didn't care to hide it.

You finished off the outfit with a killer pair of Louboutins. Everything that you were wearing were things that he had bought you thinking you would look good in them.

The only issue is that you were too scared to wear them because of your image. You let the increased amount of fame you were receiving get to your head. Maybe that was part of the reason why the arguments started.

You slicked your hair back and kept it down. It was a new look for you but it was a vibe you wanted to experiment with. It was so you. You were hidden behind bright pastels and fairy-like dresses all the time, it would be your first red carpet dressed in clothes you liked.

You were lost in the moment of getting ready with music blasting and putting your earrings on you didn't hear the front door open or the footsteps up the stairs.

You fidgeted with the necklace as you admired yourself in the mirror. You never embraced the more sensual side of yourself until now. It was weird but it felt right.

Even so, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Were you showing too much skin? Did you just look like a little kid playing dress-up?

"You look incredible," Toji assured as if he could read your every thought, He admired you through the mirror with a small smile on his face.

Your body jumped at the sudden intrusion. "Oh I didn't realize you were there," you said, crossing your arms feeling almost naked in front of him.

He walked up to you and uncrossed your arms placing his hands on your shoulders afterwards. He eyed you from your hair to your face down to your cleavage. His eyes stayed there for a while. She’s still wearing it. He thought to himself looking at the necklace he gifted you.

"You look perfect baby," he said and for a moment everything felt right. It felt like you weren't divorced. It felt like you were a married couple in love again.

You hugged him burying your face in his chest. "Thank you," you mumbled. You thought you would have the self-control to hold back but you didn't. Being in his arms was addictive and his scent intoxicating.

You quickly scurried away to get your clutch and the two of you went down into the car. He opened the door for you as always and he gave you aux as usual. It was like nothing had changed at all. You weren't married on paper but the two of you didn't act like it at all. It was as if you never got divorced. Kind of.

The two of you drove to his new house where the limo was waiting. There was a red carpet for this holiday party. The two of you were in the middle of a long line of limousines. You could see the celebrities on the red carpet taking photos together.

As you got closer and closer to the entrance of the event, you started to bounce your leg. Your nerves were starting to get to you and you began overthinking about what everyone else would think of you.

Just then you felt a large warm hand on your thigh. You looked down to see Toji's hand. He gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. You looked up at him, he was looking away but you appreciated the gesture. You could almost sense the shy smile and the blush that were most likely gracing his face.

If just for a moment you could just pretend that August never happened. Like you never got into that one argument that unpacked too many emotions at once. If you could pretend that everything was okay and normal, you would rest your head heavy with your thoughts, on his broad shoulder.

And so you did. You held on to his muscular arm and snuggled into his side. You could feel yourself calm down in his presence alone. He took your hand in his and looked down at you admiring your beauty. The time felt right, his perfume filled your head and the clicks of cameras started to die down. "I've missed you Toji, every single day that we were apart, I've missed you," you revealed. To him and to yourself you admitted that you missed him and regret consumed you whole.

Toji turned to you, shock painted across his face. He crouched his head down so she could look into your eyes. "I've missed you t-," Toji started before their limousine door opened suddenly.

The world around the two of you began to fill with the clicks of cameras and the chatter of reporters and celebrities. You flashed Toji a nervous look and he gave your hand a squeeze before stepping out of the limousine before you and helping you out.

Gasps followed with your stunning entrance. Your look was unique to what the media was used to seeing you. It was also far fetched from the image that your entertainment company wanted you to maintain.

Toji kept your hand in his the entire time. His touch comforted you. You felt confident enough to pose with him and by your lonesome. You looked over at Toji who was already watching you after you were done posing.

The two of you waved to the press and entered the venue. "You looked amazing out there," Toji said, looking away from you with a light blush adorning his cheeks.

"Thank you, you didn't look too shabby yourself," you quipped.

He chuckled and shook his head at you. Everything felt right. You weren't alone anymore.

. . .

Dinner went on without a hitch. You and Toji allowed yourselves to have fun and let loose. After the party, you and Toji got into the limo and you told the driver your address.

You and Toji sat in the car in a comfortable silence recharging your social batteries. The two of you were holding hands, you were snuggled into his side taking in his scent. He was running his hands through your hair. The ride was far too short, and as soon as you knew it, you had arrived at your house. But you would have to leave home behind in that limo.

"Look, I know our situation but, do you want to come in tonight? Just for today please I don't want to be alone tonight," you practically begged.

"Sure, okay," he agreed as he looked you in the eyes sympathetically.

The two of you thanked and tipped your driver before entering the house together. Toji led you up to your room and ran to the shower telling you that you could join him if you wanted. You waited and thought for a while before getting up and deciding to take him up on his offer.

You stripped completely naked before entering the bathroom. You could only make out his figure through the steamy glass of the shower. You opened the shower door and joined him.

The two of you were completely silent helping get each other's backs and helping with shampoo. It felt just like the times before except there was this lingering feeling of tension and uneasiness you just wanted to shake off.

You hugged Toji from behind. Your naked body against his, water trickling down both of you. He turned around, running his hand through your hair and raking it away from your face. Staring into your eyes longingly before crashing his lips against yours.

Your eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Were you scared? in pain? No. You were sorry. So so sorry. In between heated wet kisses, all you could get out was apology after apology.

. . .

"I don't know Baby, I just feel like you aren't very authentic, like you're acting like someone different, even around me now," Toji said.

"Well, the company said that it would be best if I acted this way, they said I would be taken more seriously," you explained.

"Baby, you’re going to lose yourself in this role, because you're just acting, this isn't you," he said.

"How do you know if it's me or not? Maybe this how I act, how do you know?" you asked.

"How do I know? I’m your husband. I am your husband," he said sternly.

. . .

You hadn't even realized that you were crying. It all looked like water anyway.

Toji's hand traveled from the sides of your face all the way down to your waist pulling you into him. You could feel his hot length twitch and harden against your thigh.

You moaned into the kiss thrusting your hips against his, your body seemed to have a mind of its own.

. . .

"I don't understand why you're acting like this. It feels like I don't know you and I'd like my wife back," Toji said as he entered the break room.

You had acted like an airheaded bimbo during the interview because your management told you that it would clean up your image.

"Well maybe you really don't know me," you rebutted.

"Why would you want to act stupid for approval from the internet instead of wanting to be recognized as one of the few outspoken actresses out there," he retorted.

. . .

Toji left hot kisses on your jawline that translated to hickeys on your neck. As he kissed down to your cleavage he kissed the pendant of the necklace that he gifted you that you still wore all the time.

You moaned his name loudly in pleasure, crying tears of regret, sadness, and euphoric joy.

I'm sorry

so very sorry

. . .

"Don't you like me more now?! Why don't you like me more now?" you questioned after Toji refused to have sex with you unless you stopped this act.

Everything was different kissing you felt different, sex you felt different. It felt wrong because he felt like he was cheating on you with a completely different woman.

"Are we even married anymore? Do you even want to be married anymore?" you questioned.

"Babe, honestly I don't even know anymore,”

"I want a divorce. Let's get a divorce. Now," you said, waiting for him to fight with you, to fight for you to say anything.

He simply shook his head raising his hands in defeat before burying his head in them. That night he left and the only times you saw him again were for legal issues.

. . .

Your back was flush against the glass wall of the shower. Your legs were dangling in the air as Toji thrust into you holding your legs up and wrapping them around his waist.

Your fingers were clawing at his back as his length almost split you in half.

You forget what it felt like to be so full. "Missed this pussy, missed it so much," Toji mumbled with his head buried in the crook of your neck as he tried with all his might not to go ahead and just explode inside of you.

You were milking him, unable to stop your walls from clamping down on his cock. You were uncontrollably creaming on his cock making a mess of him and his thighs.

"Ahn, I'm so close, I'm close Daddy can I please cum?" you asked, barely making sense.

"Yeah, c'mon baby show me how good I make you feel," he urged.

You needed no other words you immediately started squirting as Toji fucked you through your high chasing his own.

You felt his hot cum shoot up into you as his tip kissed your cervix. You never felt so full until then. You let out one last apology before leaning against his chest.

"All is forgiven baby, I'm just happy to have my wife back," Toji admitted.

"I've missed you like a fish stranded on the surface missed the feeling of water pumping through its gills. You're a daily need and I've been so deprived of you for so long," Toji said as he helped you shower again after making a mess of you.

It would've been my greatest regret to let you go...

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whispers-of-lilith · 2 months

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Valentine's Day

Toji: Hey baby, are you trash—

You: What the fuck, Toji?!

Toji: —because I'd love to take you out ;)

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hexpea · 5 months

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As Tsumiki's mother, you have an obvious sense of responsibility toward her. This goes into overdrive when you realize the man who was once the love of your life was actually someone else entirely. Your next step: taking on a job at the Zenin estate taking care of a 3-month old whose father was recently disowned by the clan. In order to raise money to become independent, this risky job was your only hope. But as you take on this new responsibility, it becomes riskier than you originally thought when the baby's father suddenly shows up. *mostly follows jjk manga timeline, potential spoilers* *smut warning in some chapter cases* *y/n is fem*

Ch. 1 - A Mother's Only Choice

Ch. 2 - A Mother's Mission

Ch. 3 - A Mother's Regret

Ch. 4 - A Mother's Intutition

Ch. 5 - A Father's Demon

Ch. 6 - A Mother's Promise

Ch. 7 - A Father's Responsibility

Ch. 8 - A Mother's Broken Heart

Ch. 9 - A Father's Determination

Ch. 10 - A Mother's Plan

Ch. 11 - A Father's Stoicism

Ch. 12 - A Mother's Confusion

Ch. 13 - A Father's Comfort

Ch. 14 - A Mother's Torment

Ch. 15 - A Father's Retribution

Ch. 16 - A Mother's Hypocrisy

Ch. 17 - A Father's Conflict

Ch. 18 - A Mother's Relief

Ch. 19 - A Father's Promise

Ch. 20 - A Parent's Responsibility

Ch. 21 - A Parent's' Ending

#toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro x y/n #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji x y/n #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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harunovella · 6 months

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get well soon; t.f.

synopsis: the day in the life of the fushiguro's... except you, mamaguro, is sick... cw: fem!reader, papa!toji x mama!reader, nothin but fluff, megumi's shikigami are so cute and are even cuter when they're conjured by a 5 year old, not beta read so sorry for any errors! I'm delirious rn wc: 1.2k+ an: jus a lil somethin cause I am currently under the weather and I want my fictional husband and son to take care of me

It was the softest thudding that had you stirring in your sleep. With the constant change in your body temperature, shivering in one moment, then sweating the next, you were at the point where you were about to give up on sleep. Dealing with the flu was the last thing you wanted to deal with... When was the last time you were this ill? You couldn't remember. You were the one who always cared for your husband and son, they were the ones who always got sick and you were the one who managed to dodge every virus that entered your home.

Except this time.

Hearing soft whispers, a baby voice you recognized, followed by a deeper one, you tried making out what they were saying but it was too muffled. Feeling a slight shift on the mattress followed by something tickling your nose, your eyes fluttered open to the sight of a white rabbit. Blinking a few times, eyeing it with confusion, your vision cleared as your focus settled on the small flower held by the animal's teeth.

A daisy?

Removing the blanket that had you wrapped up like a burrito, you reached a hand out to gently pet the rabbit before grabbing the flower. Studying it, your eyes shifted towards the small animal as another hopped up next to it, carrying another daisy. Carefully sitting up, slightly groaning from the aches throughout your body, you noticed a dozen or so more bunnies that sat around the floor of your shared bedroom. All holding daisies by their little teeth.

Trailing them and noticing they lead out of the bedroom, a smile grew on your lips as your son stood there. His five year old self holding a bouquet of flowers, yellows and whites that caught your eye as your heart suddenly felt heavy. "Hi, Gumi..."

"Hi, mama," he waved, "papa said I have to stay here so I don't get sick, too."

Letting out a small laugh, you nodded. You definitely didn't want your little boy getting sick, too. "Was this all your idea?" You asked, gesturing towards all the rabbits that sat around your bedroom.

"Mhm!" He eagerly nodded."Papa helped me pick the flowers from the garden! I had my shiki..." Standing there, Megumi tried remembering how to pronounce the word he was looking for. His little eyebrows furrowed before he gasped and continued, "my shikigami! I had my shikigami help me bring them to you since I can't get close."

Feeling your eyes well up with tears as your nose began to tingle, you reached for your box of tissues as you blew your nose. Your son was the most precious thing in the world... how were you so blessed to have a baby boy with such a beautiful heart like his? "Thank you, Gumi... Mama wishes she could give you a big hug and endless smooches."

Slightly blushing, Megumi looked away, "mama can do it when she feels better..." His little mumbled voice made your heart do things. Oh, how you hated being sick! You just wanted to grab your son and smother him with kisses!

Sighing as you sat back against the headboard of your bed, you wore the softest smile as you eyed the flower you held in your hand. "Where's papa?" You asked.

"Was settin' up a tea for you," Toji said as he popped up behind Megumi, towering over his son as he held a mug in his hand. You couldn't help but chuckle at the sight: your boy matched his father, in similar white sweaters, black pants, their sock covered feet... and white face masks. Megumi got 100% of his DNA from his father, a pure carbon copy. Not that you complained, you loved that your son was his father's mini me, the perfect duo. Though, you were glad he had more of your personality than anything.

"What's so funny?" Megumi asked as he tilted his head.

"You two are so cute, did you purposefully match?" You asked as your son hugged the bouquet closer to his chest, his timidness kicking in.

Grinning, Toji used his free hand to pat his son's head, "it was this little bug's idea. He saw how I was dressed and grabbed his pants and sweater to match while I made myself coffee. Then he asked if we could pick some flowers for you from the garden."

Frowning, you coughed a bit before looking away, "I hate being sick... I want to hug you two so bad..."

"Ah, don't worry," Toji said as he carefully walked amongst the rabbits, handing you the mug as he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. The slight chill from the wedding band on his finger made you shiver as he checked you. "You're still a bit hot, but not as bad as last night."

"You don't think I'm really hot?" You mumbled with a pout, earning a laugh from Toji.

He lowered his mask enough to kiss your forehead before he muttered, "you're the hottest woman alive" in your ear, earning a giggle from you.

"Papa! You can get sick!" Megumi called out as Toji sighed.

Stepping back and lifting his hands in defense, he shook his head, "my bad. Can't get sick or else Megs won't have anyone to play with him—"

"That's not why!" Megumi called out, causing Toji to smirk.

"What? You won't be able to take care of your old man and your mom?" He asked as he looked at his son, Megumi's eyes widened as you lifted the mug to your lips to hide your smile.

"I'm too small! I can't reach the medicine shelf!" He defended himself, causing Toji to laugh as he walked over to Megumi and lifted him up, kissing his headful of messy hair.

"I'm just messin' with you, bud," taking the bouquet and walking back over to your side to settle them on your nightstand, you gave him a small thank you. "Don't forget to take your medicine, okay?" Toji nudged his head towards the pile of on your bedside, cough drops and other products to help you recover faster. "We need you to feel better soon."

Saluting as you took the last few sips from your tea, you settled the daisy and brought one of the bunnies to your chest, "for now, I'll cuddle them since I can't cuddle my little Gumi bear."

"Wait!" Megumi exclaimed before he peeked over his father's shoulder. "Kuro! Shiro!"

Watching as the pair of pups rushed in, you smiled as they instantly sat at Toji's feet. "Are they also going to keep me company?"

"Mhm!" Megumi nodded. "So you don't feel alone!" Gesturing for the pups to join you on the bed, you welcomed the pair as they cuddled against you. "They will also protect you..." he said as if it were something to keep hushed. A small giggle left you as Toji couldn't help but grin at his son and his pure way of being.

"Alright, let's leave your mother to be so she can get some more sleep." Toji said as he patted Megumi's back. "If you need anything, just call for me."

"Okay," you nodded as he took the now empty mug from your hand. "Thank you for everything."

"Always," with a wink, Toji walked away with your son in his arm, waving goodbye as you buried yourself deeper into your warm sheets and the shikigami that surrounded you.

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kiwicopia · 7 months

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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6k words, fem reader, 18+ mdni, nsfw - it's toji, idk what to tell u; (slight) degradation kink, spanking, mean toji (but the mfer is always mean, i guess), orgasm denial, smoking, oral (m receiving & f receiving), alcohol, idk other cute stuff like consensual rough sex. toji is a jackass and a mean, petty bitch when he's jealous.

a summary (of sorts): toji is a hypocrite & jealousy makes him stupid. gojo & nanami make an appearance.

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it’s on a bleak wednesday morning that you remind yourself, for the twenty-seventh time, that fushiguro toji is not your boyfriend. he made that very clear weeks ago, when he fucked you into the mattress hard enough to leave an imprint. to put it plainly: he’s an animal. you’re not a zookeeper, nor an animal wrangler, and yet here you are, scrolling through your text thread with him. you change his name in your phone to that tall fucker — something that irritates him for some strange reason; you like the nickname, it suits him perfectly. he more or less sends you one or two word responses, sometimes he gets a little fancy and writes a complete statement, other times he’ll send an emoji and it’s up to you to decipher what he means.

eventually you fall into a routine; texting him about your day, waiting 36 or so hours for him to write you back. it’s sick, the way you pine after him. you shouldn’t want his attention—gojo reminds you multiple times that men like toji only leave behind broken hearts and broken backs. you’re not too concerned about the broken back part, but your heart? you thought you buried that bitch a long time ago.

with a soft sigh you stretch your arms over your head, phone vibrating in your hand as a text notification pops up. “speak of the devil,” you mumble out loud, gojo’s goofy ass grin staring back at you—he insisted you make it his contact photo—as you read through his message. he invites you to a party he’s having; you don’t really want to go, but he insinuates, more or less, that toji may or may not be in attendance.

for some reason, that doesn’t sit right with you. you press gojo for details, but he’s being coy and annoying, so you ignore him for the rest of the day. the party, he says, is on friday night—you’re no longer working at that bar, so you have the night off. you waste no time shopping for an outfit, trying to ignore your guilty conscience as you look for something that might break necks. at the very back of the boutique, you find something that suits your style.

you spend an hour on your hair, another hour on your makeup, and hum as you slip on your new dress. it’s a pink, sleeveless mini dress, the fabric shiny and sleek, with shimmery, strappy heels to match. even if toji doesn’t show up, you’re bound to have fun; at least, you tell yourself that, anyway. and despite how obnoxious you find gojo, he knows how to throw a party. your perfume lingers in your bathroom, clings onto your skin as you leave your apartment. it’s been a while since you’ve been this social. the cab ride is long, but it’s better than driving there yourself; gojo tends to over invite people—usually because he’s up to no good—and you don't want to deal with parking. after checking your phone again, you purse your lips, annoyed at yourself and at toji.

“this is so stupid,” you say under your breath, staring out the window at the blurry lights.

gojo satoru only knows how to do one of two things: run his mouth and spend money.

he rents out a beautiful, large house, you can hear the music thumping and you wonder, briefly, if you’ll make it out of the party with your eardrums intact. once inside, you can tell that this is a party to gather intel and collect evidence for blackmail. this is partly why you don’t like hanging around gojo like that. you never know what kind of bullshit he’s up to. you see nanami frowning as he stares into a cup that gojo hands him. they exchange words, but the music drowns them out completely. you walk through the crowded foyer, smiling and waving at familiar faces. when gojo catches sight of you, he grins wildly, long legs carrying him over to you swiftly.

“y/n,” he says sweetly, but you know that tone, he wants something. “so lovely of you to make it.”

you fix him with a hard stare. “what do you want, gojo?” you don’t have time for games tonight, you’re already on edge and desperately need a drink.

gojo pouts, his angelic face actually contorting and making him appear sad. “don’t be mean to me, i’m the host.” you laugh in his face and pat his shoulder.

“yes, oh great host, please point me to the drinks. i’m thirsty.” your sarcasm is ignored, but gojo’s long fingers wrap around your wrist and he tugs you along with him. “wait, gojo, where the fuck are you taking me?”

he’s grinning even more now, his laughter showing off his true, devilish nature. “i’m gonna introduce you to a few people, that’s all.” you don’t know why, but a chill creeps down your spine. you don’t like the sound of that.

“i’m good, i’ll just go hang with nanam—”

“tsk, that won’t do, y/n.” he wags a finger at you, smirking as you’re pulled through the dance floor towards a room at the end of a dark hall.

“gojo,” you say nervously, looking around to see if anyone notices how he’s literally kidnapping you, but no one says a thing.

“don’t worry,” he assures you, “i’m not really kidnapping you. that would make me a bad host.”

and god forbid gojo satoru is labeled a bad host.

he pushes open the large door and you’re met with the heady scent of smoke, expensive liquor, and blood money.

“welcome,” he says darkly, “to the jungle.”

you blink repeatedly, wanting to know why he decided to bring you there, but he’s already striding off, loudly joking with some of the other guests. as you walk around, heads look up from the various card game tables, and while you don’t exactly see him, you definitely feel his eyes on you. it certainly feels jungle-like, the heavy bass of the music thumping around, making it difficult to focus on anything.

if there’s one thing he knows about you, it’s that your boldness knows no bounds. the chatter around him fades into the background, people are unknowingly sloshing their drinks while arguing with one another and laughing. none of it matters to him. initially, he was wary when gojo extended the invitation—one can never be too careful around gojo satoru—but he’s grateful for it now. not just because he’s made several connections and scored various new, profitable contracts, but because the slippery, silver-tongued, white-haired snake also invited you.

he licks the inside of his cheek, considering his options as he watches you flit about. when an unknown person snags your attention, his gaze turns sharper—lethal, even. you end up laughing at a joke or something, and toji clutches the glass in his hand a little too tight, the power behind his grip causing a tiny crack to form. he attempts to calm himself down, but downs the rest of the bourbon in one swig and gets off of the plush armchair. he shoves the glass into the hands of an old acquaintance whose name he’s already forgotten. his strides are purposeful and arrogant; so naturally he reaches you fairly quickly.

you’re in the middle of telling the nameless person that you’re honestly not interested in them, when that familiar, menacing hand makes contact with your lower back. pressing down on your lips quickly, you snuff out the squeal that threatens to give you away. but he doesn’t let up; it’s still easy to rile you up. he takes it a step further, because of course he can. toji’s hand drops lower, roaming dangerously close to your ass. you keep it together, though, don’t bother acknowledging him, even though your body desperately wants him to touch you some more.

it’s sick, you’re sick; you know that very well, but you can’t really help it, can you?

a man like toji doesn’t make requests—he demands.

“let’s go,” his scarred mouth is close to your ear, you swallow back a retort—one that might put you on toji’s shit list if you aren’t careful—and smile, dismissing the other party goer before walking away from toji. with your head held high, the sounds of your heels a seductive siren as his eyes are glued to your calves, thick thighs, and round ass. that dress just might be his favorite; and he knows he hasn’t seen all of the outfits that you have hidden in your closet, but his curiosity is piqued. you make it out of that insipid room alive, storm past gojo and ignore all of his muffled laughter, and whip your phone out to order a ride back home.

you know better than to trust gojo; but you never expected to run into him at the party. your irritation only grows the longer you wait outside. you shiver as you stand outside and when you feel his hand on your arm, you don’t bother turning around.

“i’m not going home with you.” your voice is firm, final, furious.

for some reason, he likes that.

“you keep saying that,” he turns you around to face him properly, “but we both know that’s not true.” and you hate him for revealing that dark truth, you hate yourself for liking this twisted game he has you in, and you hate that it won’t end well. it never does, not for you. so it’s no surprise that you do, in fact, get in his car again; it’s also no surprise that you both end up arguing in the car, over what you don’t remember, and when you make it to his apartment? it takes him less than a minute before he starts undressing you.

smoke wafts through the air above, its tendrils twirling as they disappear. you crane your neck some more, watching in a daze as his thick cock is snugly nestled inside of you. he rests his arms along the back of the couch, the cigarette halfway done and held securely between his fingers. words from earlier echo in your mind, reminding you that you’re the biggest hypocrite in the world.

“i hate smoke,” you say smoothly, your hips halting their movements—you need a break, toji’s cock is monstrous and you can only ride him for so long before you’re already out of breath .

amusement flickers on his face just briefly. “so what?” the corners of his lips twitch, curling upwards to form a sly grin. “that sounds like a personal problem,” his voice carries around the living room, low and full of danger. “learn to love it,” he urges, posture at ease, the smoke making you feel hazy. his words are spell-like, enchanting you as you listen to his taunts. his voice is the maestro, your body the canvas—together, you’ll create a demonic piece that will haunt you both for the rest of your lives. the thought shouldn’t make you clench your pussy around him tightly, it shouldn’t make you resume your movements, hips rolling forward as you ride his cock slowly, it shouldn’t make your nipples hard or make you pant like he’s the only liquid in the world that can quench your thirst.

none of those things should happen, and yet they do. they always fucking do when it comes to him.

a pathetic reality—one that you live through recklessly, uncaring as your heart continues to break piece by piece.

toji takes another long drag of his cigarette, his lips parting as the smoke flows freely. you wrinkle your nose a bit, but you have to admit—for some reason, it smells good to you. not entirely, no, but some of it is alluring, your eyelids flutter, eyelashes calling out to him like a delicate lover. what is it about you that keeps him coming back? it’s bizarre, terrifyingly so; toji’s aversion to commitment is well-known, and he knows that this isn’t what it is. but, does he want to see anyone else touch you? obviously not. does he want to see anyone even think about dating you? also, no. will he tell you any of this?

your guess is as good as his.

“toji,” you whine softly, thighs trembling as you try to set a steady pace; you love the way he fills you up, but you’re holding back. and, unfortunately, toji notices immediately.

he tsks in disappointment, his hand slapping your ass hard enough to make you scratch at his chest. you should’ve expected his laughter, but it still takes you by surprise every damn time. “it’s almost like you’re doing a bad job on purpose,” he says callously, his head tilted, dark hair falling over his eyes, “but, y’wanna know somethin’?” he motions for you to lean closer, and you do so without hesitation.

“i told you in the car, didn’t i?” he lifts his hips, thrusts into you once, twice, then again and again—it’s a ruthless surprise, shamelessly ripping a loud moan out of you; he stills for a moment, calculating whether or not to just give in and fuck you. because the way your pussy is desperately holding onto him is impossibly erotic. “either you make me cum in five minutes, or i’m fucking you all night.” there’s a hidden promise that’s woven into his words. you tremble at it, not wanting him to actually say it—but at the same time desperately needing to hear it from him clearly. when he kisses you, the residual smoke lingers on his tongue; you whimper against his lips but he pulls back. “and i won’t fucking hold back.”

he doesn’t have to tell you twice.

your face flushes deeply; he set a timer earlier, but you’re too embarrassed to look, too embarrassed at the fact that he’s right, you’re purposely not doing what he wants, because you actually need him to fuck you hard enough to forget any hypothetical feelings that you have for him.

it’s absolutely ridiculous, you know that already—you want to feel unburdened by your thoughts, heart, and morals. if toji can help you achieve that, you might start to actually feel better. that’s your theory on the matter, anyway. the timer goes off, the obnoxious beeping rings throughout the apartment, bouncing off the walls and reminding you of your loss. you stare at him, wide-eyed, mouth open as you try to find the words to say.

“game over, baby girl,” he finishes the cigarette, leans over to the coffee table and puts it out on the ashtray nearby. “don’t say i didn’t give you a chance.” the game was rigged from the beginning, both of you know that; you still played along willingly and stupidly.

he nods his head over to the coffee table. uncertainty crosses your features, and he leans back into the cushions of the couch, cold eyes caressing you each time they take in the curves on your body. you climb off of him and perch onto the table behind you, spreading your legs without being prompted. “don’t make that face,” he says darkly, his erection still very much a pain in his ass right now, “you brought this on yourself.”

you nod in understanding, inhaling sharply as you wait for him to continue.

“spread those pretty lips, i want to see you completely.”

the shiver that shoots through you is out of anticipation and not wariness; with a trembling hand, your fingers dance along the folds of your pussy before pulling them apart. toji groans in appreciation, liking the way your arousal drips down onto the table.

“touch yourself,” he commands, and your fingers move on their own accord, until he tells you to stop. “too fast, go slower.” you gulp and try again, moaning quietly as you slip two fingers inside of you, only moving at the pace he requested, dying slowly. you hate that he won’t touch you; you also hate that this is his way of punishing you—for what, you don’t know.

“why?” you manage to let out, your fingers pumping slowly, causing your legs to shake a bit. “why won’t you…” your hips move in tune with your fingers, bucking against your hand, clit rubbing along your palm as you pant lightly, “toji…toji, please.” you’ll beg if you have to, your shame left as soon as you saw him at the party.

his hand wraps around the base of his cock; he strokes it lazily, and as you watch him, that neediness rises up within you again.

“toji,” you gasp, inserting a third finger—possibly to simulate the thickness of his cock—but he just tells you to speed up. then he tells you to slow down; he does this repeatedly, bringing you to the edge only to yank you back hard enough to bring an ache to your core. so you do as you’re told; your expressions are priceless, he commits each one to memory. and as you feel an orgasm creep up on you, he commands you to stop.

“fuck!” with your chest heaving, your eyes prickling with tears, you’re frustrated and annoyed; but you know if you don’t comply, it’ll only end up with you suffering immensely.

“so needy for me tonight,” he says without remorse, chuckling and running a hand through his hair. “i’m not convinced that you’re sorry, yet. try harder.”

that statement alone makes you snap. “what the fuck do i even need to apologize for?” you didn’t do anything wrong, but toji seems to think that and he won’t tell you why. so, you do the one thing that makes sense. hopping off of the table, your wetness evident on the wood, something toji will smile to himself over later, your intent so obvious on your face, it almost makes him want to kiss you. almost. he eyes you devilishly, surprisingly silent as you drop to your knees in front of him. your hand replaces his and before he can tell you off, your mouth is on the head of his cock, sucking on it playfully—precum gracing your tongue in the process.

he didn’t expect you on your knees just yet, but he can work with that.

when you open your mouth and take in as much of his length as you can, tongue flat against the length of his cock, he thrusts into your mouth, irritation drowning his words as he speaks. “you wanna know why? why the fuck do you think?” he doesn’t actually expect you to answer, especially not with his cock in your mouth. the sight of you so helplessly aroused in front of him, his hand in your hair, fingers gripping and holding you steady as he fucks your mouth. “stop flirting with losers,” he says in between thrusts, jaw clenched as he holds back a moan.

your mouth is heavenly, he realizes, and if you find out that this is his current weakness, he’ll be ruined.

“that fucker invites you to his shitty party,” his words are harsh, his grunts audible, your throat burning fiercely, but the pain gives way to a newfound arousal. you hollow your cheeks and his thrusts turn reckless. “and you go in, looking like that.” he’s angry—and in a way, you can finally understand why. toji’s terrible with expressing himself; his jealousy is a fickle thing, dangerous if left unchecked. you asked him once whether or not he felt jealous and he denied it quickly. this time, there’s no denying it. you moan around him, leaving his thoughts scattered.

it invigorates you, gives you the sort of determination that ends the lives of foolish men. although, you doubt you can do that to him; not yet, anyway. but you’re definitely going to try.

“everything about you pisses me off,” he says at last, releasing you as tears roll down your cheeks.

and something inside you finally breaks—your self-preservation, maybe? your patience? you’re not too sure. but you know that the anger you feel is so tangible, even as you take in large gulps of air, your body is still on fire, the insides of your thighs coated in your slick wetness as your pussy throbs incessantly. you’re half delirious, half insatiable. you lick your lips and wipe the spit that dripped out of the corner of your mouth before climbing back on top of him.

his surprise is genuine when you slap him hard, as if you’re trying to get all of your frustrations out in one go; the sting of your attack is evident as his cheek turns a violent shade of red. you’re shaking, the fury dissolving too slow for your liking. you feel like slapping him again, but refrain from doing so. in the end, he’s impressed. that you feel comfortable enough to do that speaks volumes, and he might actually like you a tiny bit because of it. maybe.

“you’re the one that pisses me off,” you mumble, the lie tumbles out of you with great difficulty.

the smile on his face is unnerving, his dark laughter even more; you don’t understand what he’s doing, nor do you understand why you let him get away with as much as he does. both of you need help, you decide. but not tonight. you have other things on your mind that take precedence.

“i knew you had teeth,” he starts, the sadistic smile still teasing his lips, “but goddamn that was hot.” you blink at him stupidly, not quite connecting the dots just yet. his eyes gleam like sparkling, dark emeralds, wicked in the way they somehow trap you into staying on his lap.

“w-wait, what?” shouldn’t he be more upset? he’s so strange, so unpredictable, so…him.

before you can ask him again, his mouth attacks the smooth column of your throat, teeth biting, mouth leaving rough kisses along your soft skin. you rub your pussy against his stiff cock, his moan setting your skin aflame, the desire is almost too much to stomach without assistance. “the last person to lay their hands on me like that,” his hands grab your ass possessively, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly, “lost their life, but you—” his mouth litters more bruising kisses onto your collarbone, tongue flicking against a particular spot that has you moaning his name. “i’ll fuck that attitude out of you. easy.”

you want to tell him there’s no way in hell that you’ll make it easy for him; but you can’t. he’s stolen all of your words, all of your logic, and some of your fight. “you’re an ass,” you say, words interrupted by a breathy moan—his lips now tormenting your nipples, teeth raking over them brutishly, the pain causing your back to arch smoothly. “toji, f-fuck, fuck,” nothing you say after that makes sense; your words are a strange combination of incoherent babbling and curse words. although, if you ask him, he’ll say he understood it perfectly.

maybe it’s because he’s been edging you for too fucking long, but you know that if he doesn’t fuck you soon, you’ll just lock yourself in his bedroom and do it your damn self.

another lie; you’re getting quite good at those.

toji flicks his tongue against your nipple teasingly before sucking on it, the heat from his hands clouds your vision—it’s almost as if your body is in charge and your mind has scurried off to who-knows-where. your breasts are soft, supple—round and heavy, beautiful like ripe fruits that come to life in the summertime. simply put, he should’ve taken his time the last time. he was in such a lust-filled haze that he didn’t have time to appreciate them. so he does. even though you beg him to stop teasing you, even though you pull on his hair, he persistently sucks on your breasts, kneading them and savoring the taste of your skin.

it’s really not for you to understand; he has a fine appreciation for art. you just happen to be the best one he’s found. but, despite him wanting to gobble you up slowly, he’s currently on a mission. he wasn’t kidding when he said he was pissed off, but from how you’re reacting to him, he knows you won’t mind him being a little more heavy-handed than usual. but fuck he doubts you even realize how much of a hold you have on him. it’s an active distraction, which is why he intentionally ignores you. it doesn’t work, though, because you always find a way to infiltrate his mind.

you tug on his hair, yanking him off of you, the haze making it nearly impossible to stay coherent. “i swear if you don’t stop playin’ around, i’m gonna find someone who will fuck me.” it’s a bluff—a shitty, unreal bluff, but that’s all it takes. he intended on holding back a bit, but that? it’s a challenge that he refuses to back down from.

“that fucking mouth,” he growls, hands moving swiftly as he lifts you and positions the tip of his cock beneath your entrance. “i told you about that shit before,” he grunts before burying the length of him inside of you. as you scream behind your hand, he looks at you wildly, “you talk too fucking much.” an unfair statement, you think, but you can’t say that, because as soon as you remove your mouth, toji’ll hear just how lewd your moans are. it’s embarrassing enough that this is the wettest you’ve ever been, and you can’t believe that he was taking it easy on you before. if you walk out of this alive, it’ll be a miracle.

his hips lift upwards, giving you hard, punishing strokes, hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your plush skin. you can’t hide behind your hand anymore. “oh god, toji, fuck you’re going t-too d-deep.” that tiny declaration also pisses him off.

“and?” he mumbles against your neck, his pace never slowing. your mind melts alongside your pride and stubbornness. and when he rolls his hips, his cock hitting a spot you didn’t know existed, sweat gliding down your neck and dripping onto your shoulder.

“it’s…it’s—” you forget what you want to say, lips pressing together to hide the vulgar sounds you’re making.

with an arm locked around you, he grab your face and your mouth opens on command; your heart is beating so painfully, you fear this might be your last night alive.

“‘it’s…it’s’ what?” his mimicry jabs at you mercilessly, his hips knocking against yours as if he wants to tear your soul to shreds. and he does, in a way. it’s his laughter that kicks you off the edge, the orgasm piercing through you suddenly and fiercely. his breathing is uneven, but he doesn’t care. he’ll choke if he has to, because seeing you fall apart like this is worth that sort of punishment. “go on,” he drawls, “let ‘em hear you loudly.” because he knows you’re going to try to pretend like it’s not affecting you when he knows for a fact that it is.

his name falls out of your mouth repeatedly, until it’s the only word that occupies your mind, the only word that’ll matter for eternity. your pussy clenches around him tight enough to make his hips jerk erratically. he knows his neighbors will try and complain tomorrow, but they always seem to remember themselves when they come face to face with him. you’re the only one who isn’t openly repulsed and fearful of him. shakily, you press your lips against his, mouth opening as he selfishly thrusts his tongue inside. when he sucks on yours, your toes curl, breasts rubbing against his chest, a final thrust giving way for his orgasm to incapacitate him.

and it almost does.

“fuck,” he says, bewildered, aggressively aroused by the way you enjoyed him fucking you. “you squirted again,” he lifts you up so he can pull out; the mixture of your cum spilling out of you and onto him. you want to tell him that it’s his fault because he took forever teasing you, but all you can do is suck in a breath and cling onto him. your heart threatens to leap out of you, a bold threat that has you nervous. toji tries to ignore the way an unfamiliar calm descends upon him, even as he gets up from the couch and carries you to his room, even as he tosses you onto the mattress and watches you bounce around.

“all fours,” he rasps loud enough for you to hear, already anticipating your soft pussy gracing his mouth; he balls a hand into a fist, tracking each movement of yours. you unintentionally take your time, legs like jelly—soft, useless—but you manage just fine. with your pussy exposed to him again, your ass in the air, tempting him in more ways than he can deal with. “shit,” a smug smirk jumps onto his lips, “already ready for me again?” you’re not sure how he can tell, and you wish it wasn’t so obvious, but the orgasm turned you into an addict. you want more.

moistening your lips with your tongue, breasts softly rubbing against his dark sheets, you glance over your shoulder at him. the eager, doe-eyed look has never worked on him before, but now? he’s forcefully sucked into your orbit. tongue flat against your pussy, toji gives you a long, devastating lick—one that wrecks you, has your fingers clenching his bedsheets, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you attempt to control your reactions—but you fail miserably.

he slurps on your pussy like its an intoxicating fruit, eating it skillfully, mouth a hot, dangerous weapon that he keeps using on you. pretty soon, you’ll only know his touch. it terrifies you.

your arousal drips down his chin, you grind your pussy against his mouth, a scream flying out of you as you ride his face. his powerful arms wrap around your thighs, holding you still as he devours you entirely. that lightheaded feeling returns, sapping all of your common sense and leaving room only for toji to dominate. you cum unexpectedly, trembling as you drop onto the mattress, panting heavily, squirming as he lapped at your pussy persistently.

“ah, t-toji, please,” you beg, your pussy sensitive enough to put you into an abrupt coma. you’re not sure how long you can last, and from the way his calloused hands run along your smooth ass, memorizing the delicate feel before pulling you against him roughly.

“don’t tell me you’re done already?” he doesn’t believe it; he knows you have a bit left in you. his cock taps against your ass, a gasp tumbling out of your mouth in disbelief.

“you’re a demon.” because he has to be. there’s no logical reason why toji’s disrespectful cock is hard again. there’s also no logical reason why your pussy throbs once again.

“that’s rich, you actually think you’re some saint, really?” it’s laughable the way your naivety continues to hold you back. toji inserts the tip of his cock, its thick head stretching her entrance before he inches forward, “but i know the truth. i’ve seen the real you.” you whimper at that, thoughts racing as he plunges his into you, hips slamming against you hard, a hand pressing down on your lower back, the other holding onto your hip viciously. when you moan loud enough to earn hard bangs from his neighbors on the wall, their angry voices fueling him to have you make those noises all over again.

the implication of his words seeps into you slowly; you can’t keep lying to yourself like this anymore. so, let go, bucking your hips against his, desperately chasing that high that is just out of reach. dizzying, all of it is madness—yet, you’re hopelessly ensnared, your body nearly in tune with his. it must be some unnamed illness; it’s an impossible situation that will leave you ragged at the end. but the euphoria you feel? that’s what keeps you moaning his name, enough times that your voice grows hoarse. it’s what has you squeezing your pussy around his thick, imposing cock, your eyes rolling back, his pace increasing brazenly.

toji fucks you like it’s the only thing he knows how to do—and if anyone were to ask him in that moment, he might actually admit that—his phone vibrates on the bed underneath his pillow. he slaps your ass and forcing you to open your eyes again.

“answer it for me,” he says slyly, hips never slowing as he thrusts into you roughly. “speakerphone.”

you don’t bother questioning him and reach your hand out to swipe the screen. the call connects and a gravelly voice booms on the other end.

“the fuck do you want?” toji asks in a bored, yet strained voice; you have to bite down on your arm to keep your voice doin. your moans are muffled, but you’re so terrified of the caller hearing you. if you could slap toji again, you would. he carries on his conversation, breathing uneven, but keeping up without much issue. he pushes you down onto the mattress, angles his hips, and pummels his cock into you with fervor.

you bite down a little too hard, enough that your teeth puncture your skin, draw blood, but you don’t care. toji’s thrusts are a wicked delicacy, each stroke bringing you to a new height, one that brings tears back to your eyes. you can’t believe he’s still having a conversation, the shock brings out a childish impulse within you. when you hang up the phone suddenly, toji laughs out loud; a thunderous, arrogant thing that drums up a forbidden feeling from deep within you. “i hate you,” you say pitifully, but you don’t care about admitting any truths to him. not tonight, anyway.

another careless thrust has your pussy clamping down tight enough that he might not be able to pull out. “you’re a bad liar,” he huffs, grabbing your hair and pulling you towards him, “you don’t fucking hate me,” you close your eyes, upset at how much you like this aspect of his personality, pussy drenching his cock, making him drive it into you—feral, obsessive, arrogant. something makes him do you one small kindness. “and i don’t hate you. so let’s leave it at that.” because it’s unnecessary drivel that he refuses to discuss or deal with. a warmth spreads through your chest, has you crying out, the filthy, squelching noises that your pussy makes is enough to make you embarrassed for life. you’re so reactive to him, it’s no wonder he can’t let you go.

“fuck, baby girl,” he groans deeply, “gimme one more.” he pulls out and rolls you onto your back. you’re out of breath, but you’re determined to see this through—that he’s looking at you, like he’s a man possessed, only makes your pulse skyrocket. toji drapes your legs over his shoulder, leans forward and slams his cock inside your warm, tight cunt, the change in position, has you seeing stars, your vision blurs, your hands gripping his arms. you might even get a cramp from the way he’s fucking you. and maybe he should tone it down, but toji isn’t a man who stops when he’s right near his goal. besides, if he doesn’t do it like this, there’ll always be the possibility of someone else trying to insert themself into your life looming over him.

so, he fucks you as a promise—less to himself and more to you; that he has no intention of letting you go anytime soon, and to prepare yourself for the inevitability of it. you answer back with a scream that strokes his ego; his laughter is infectious, and you’re too drunk off of him to tell him off about it. his lips latch onto yours, tongue stroking inside of your mouth in an overly-familiar sort of way; he swallows all of your gasps and sighs, your moans when your orgasm pummels through you savagely. he pulls away to breathe, and with a final thrust, he empties himself inside of you, cum dripping down thickly.

he trails kisses along your jaw when your legs fall back down onto the mattress. “you did good,” he says after a moment, pulling his cock out, his mind finally clearing from the seductive haze you placed over him. his lips hover over yours as he boldly says, “i forgive you.”

you should’ve slapped him harder.

#this took forever i can't believe it's done #*washes my hands of this* toji agitates me; i love him #he's so toxic i can't stand his ass #fushiguro toji #jjk smut #jjk imagine #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji x reader #toji smut #fic request #‘i can change him’ 🥴#fushiguro toji x y/n #💋🍯— honeycomb and 808s —🍯💔

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𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 | toji fushiguro

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your ex-husband bringing the kids over for trick-or-treating is one thing; him wanting to spend the night at your place is another. But it's just for the night. There's no way one night can rekindle some old feelings...right?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader is around their mid-30s - Tsumiki (age 11) and Megumi (age 9) - mutual pining - kissing/makeout sessions - unprotected sex - Daddy kink - breast sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - spooning + mating press - cervix fucking - breeding kink - praise - clitoral play (pressing and grinding) - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie, sweet thing) - you and Toji have been divorced for five years - cameos: Gojo, Utahime and Mei Mei - mention of drool/spit and tears - humor bc I'm [not] funny.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.6k (....dawg.)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy Halloween, everyone!! so, randomly missed writing ex-husband! toji bc it's lowkey my favorite, soooo yeah, this is what we're doing to celebrate the end of the month! anywho, happy October, beautiful ppl, and tysm for reading my works!! Alsooo, ty for 2.8k!!!

“Trick-or-treat!!”

“Gasp—Oh my goodness!”

“We came to celebrate Halloween! Also, Megumi forgot his toothbrush here again.”

Opening your door to children at the sunset of Halloween day isn’t out of the ordinary or anything special. However, it’s always a pleasant surprise when it’s two kids you hold dear to your heart. You greet them with a hug, two siblings you know too well to say you’re acquainted with. If anything, you’re practically family.

The raven-haired brother, referred to as Megumi, speaks up. “It’s not my fault! Dad was rushing me last time.”

“Because you had to bring your stuffed animals last time, holding us back for your baseball practice.” Tsumiki, the older sister, snapped back. The two argue amongst themselves in front of you as you try to mediate. It’s no avail until another voice comes to the fray.

“All right, chill out, you two.” The voice belonged to the person approaching the porch stairs, your eyesight capturing the familiar figure walking up with two duffle bags. The one standing tall before you was the father of the children, Toji Fushiguro. Who’s also known as your one and only former husband. “Get inside and finish y’r homework, or else we’re goin’ back home.”

The siblings stop bickering and head inside, taking off their shoes at the foyer and walking upstairs. Now that they’re gone, you turn to the man with the jet-black hair, his viridian orbs focused on you. The weather was chilly, so the man wore his usual dark denim jacket over his plain black sweatshirt, matching his jeans. “You look good, big guy. What’s in the bags?”

He greets you with a curled lip, and the scar on the side of his lip lifts. “Picked them up from their after-school sports, so it’s their sports gear and costumes for tonight. Mind helpin’ me here?”

“Hmmm,” you merge your facial expressions to that of faux pondering, turning your back to Toji. “Nah, can’t. Got dinner to finish making.”

“Hmph, should’ve known.” He makes his way through between you and the front door. “Wouldn’t wanna break your pretty nails carrying heavy shit, huh, princess?”

You glare at him using the nickname, hating his patronizing gaze. “From what I remembered, you would never let me carry the heavy stuff because you thought I was too fragile and easy to break. So how about that, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor?”

“Really? I don’t remember sayin’ all that before. You must’ve put me in a spell.”

“Probably, I’ve been told I’m quite cute~.”

“Mmm, nah, more like an old hag of a witch.” Toji barks a laugh at your offended reaction, and he immediately ducks and heads for the stairs when you throw a sandal at him.

“At the very least, say I’m a cute witch, fucker.” You say the final word under your breath, grabbing the sandal you threw and heading back to the kitchen.

To say you and Toji were acquainted with one another would be the biggest understatement of the century. The two of you met a decade ago, fell madly in love, and married within a year of the relationship. When you tied the knot, Tsumiki had to have been two years old, and Megumi just turned one year old. You two had been together for four years after that, and you could confidently say those were one of [if not THE] best years of your life. You often second-guessed yourself being in a relationship with someone who had children, fearing that they wouldn’t like you or ignore you.

However, those worries were blown right away as the days went by. Every time you spent time with the children brought you three closer than ever; it was to the point that they saw you as their mother. How sweet! And there’s no denying that Toji loved you. The man would break someone’s nose for you — yes, it happened before, and it wasn’t pretty — for you were his sweet little thing that kept him going.

Well, if it was so great, why the divorce? Let’s just say you weren’t Toji’s first love. That title would have to be awarded to the Megumi’s mother. Even in her unfortunate passing, you can tell that Toji loved that woman like no other. It didn’t make you jealous or anything, seeing the man you love still mourn for a dead woman. Hell, you’d probably do the same if you were him. But, you can’t lie; it felt like you were cast over a “shadow” when it came to her influence. It was damn near suffocating to bear, especially in those four years of marriage. So, for your sake and his aching heart, you pulled him aside and suggested a divorce. And Toji didn’t fight you on the proposition, signing the papers and setting you free from the thick air.

Although things ended between you two, that didn’t mean things stopped being what they were. If anything, it was as if nothing happened at all. Even if you still don’t live under the same roof, you still make time to hang with the Fushiguros, whether invited to some occasion or exchange phone calls or texts to check up on them. Even now, five years after your separation, it warms your heart knowing that you get to interact with the people you care about.

There are moments you find yourself missing living under the same roof with all three of them and living alone can be pretty lonely. But all in all, as long as they’re comfortable and trust you enough to be around, there��s no need to change things up again. Like right now — the four of you sit at the dinner table eating before the kids go off trick-or-treating.

“Are you going to trick-or-treat with us, Y/n?” The brown-haired child sitting next to you asks while finishing up her dinner.

“Sorry, not this time, gotta be at a Zoom meeting for my job in a few minutes. But I do have someone else to take my place. Gojo will be here at around—Why are you two making that face?” You stop mid-sentence to notice Megumi and Toji at the other side of the table, displaying disgusted facial expressions at the mention of the white-haired other’s name.

“Why him?” They said in unison.

“Why not??” You question their irritation.

“He’s so annoying…” Again, in unison. Proof enough that they’re father and son.

You sigh as you get up to take your plate to the sink. “Oh, come on, you two, it’s not like he’ll be with you guys the entire night. He has a party at a friend’s he’s going to later.”

“Isn’t he too old to trick-or-treat?” Tsumiki questions, noting that Gojo is way past his undergraduate years.

“He is, but whatever gets that prick any free sweets,” Toji answers his daughter before getting up to put his dish in the sink.

You exit the kitchen, head into the living room, and sit on the couch. The laptop you had placed there was ready to open and unlock, and you clicked on applications and windows to look through before your meeting started in the next three to two minutes. He should be here about—

DING-DONG!!

Now.

Right on cue, you motion for Toji to grab the front door, and he follows your command. “Kids, Gojo’s here!” You shout out to the two kids who still sit at the table. “When you’re done eating, you can go upstairs and put your costumes on. But whoever finishes last has to do the dishes.” You can hear commotion from the table as the brunette rushes to put her dish in the sink and dash for the stairs. Megumi groans to himself; you giggle when you hear him mutter an “Aww man…”

You pull out your headphones to connect to your laptop, put them in their respective ears, and prepare yourself for the meeting. Ignoring the faint passive-aggressive tones of your ex-husband when greeting Gojo at the door…

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Your eyes flutter open, noticing the lighting change around the living room. The orange sunlight no longer decorated the space, substituted with the gradual darkness that overtakes you. The only source of light you can figure out is the flashing from the television screen.

Aside from the TV, there are no other signs of life. There aren’t any signs of Tsumiki or Megumi around playing or causing a raucous. It could only mean the two are still trick-or-treating with Gojo.

One blink, two blinks. I must’ve fallen asleep after the meeting… You hum while sinking to the couch, burying your face into the pillow.

But…since when did your pillow act like it was breathing with a heartbeat? And…I smelt that cologne before…How?

“Ya awake now?”

You raise your head, realizing you are not lying on your couch. Technically, you were; however, you were lying on something else on the furniture with you – more like someone.

It’s then you realize that you were lying on Toji during your entire slumber, him leaning on the end of the couch, one leg spread to make room for you to sleep on him while you sit on the other. And you can guess that you had your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warm figure. He looks at you with his green eyes now darkened by the room, yet you can see their glow from the television light. And that small smile he gives you, the scar on the right side of his lip lifted upward. The familiar butterflies in your stomach flutter like before. Like old times sake…That must be embarrassing, huh?

You frantically try to get off of him, “Sorry about that, I thought—“

“No, no,” Toji places a stern hand on your back, keeping you from moving further. “You were comfortable.”

You stare at him for a few seconds until your face contours to a look, and a smile starts to creep up while you situate yourself back to your original position, pressing your face back on his chest to listen to the beats of his heart again. “I recall having this couch all to myself not too long ago, so where’d you come from?”

“Well, I wanted to watch some sports highlights, but I figured you’d kick my ass if I pulled you off and had you sleep on the floor instead.” With the click of your tongue, he chortles. You bet your ass I would. “So, I decided to have ya sleep on me while I watch TV.”

“What’s wrong with the other side of the couch? It’s quite vacant and enough for a big guy like you.”

“True,” his hand rubs circles on your back, an old habit he did when he used to have you like this. “But then I’d be lonely.”

You titter. “That’s big for someone who said he thrives on being alone.”

“I thrive being alone when I’m working.” You’re glad he can’t see your eyes roll; he’d probably grab you by the cheeks like a child. “Besides, why would I wanna be alone when I have you for myself.”

And there it is, your cheeks begin to warm up. Or was it because you’re so close to him that his heat is transferring to you? That’s probably it, yeah. Let’s change the subject…”How long was I out for? I remember the kids left around 7:30-ish.”

“Mmm, it’s going to eleven right now.”

Three and a half hours? Damn. “It’s past their bedtime.”

Toji scoffs. The abrupt motion of his chest rising is satisfying in a way that makes you even more comfortable. “You still think they’re gonna sleep with all that sweet shit they got?” He snickers some more as you shake your head.

“They know better. When you guys get home, be sure to put their candy bags on the top shelf of the closet for the morning.”

“Still traumatized from that one time?”

“Uhhh, yes??” The memory flashes to you for a quick moment, but the dread from before still haunts you. Megumi was six years old and Tsumiki seven, returning home from trick-or-treating and immediately tasting their labor from that night. However, what you didn’t expect was for them both to eat almost half their bags. Let’s just say, thanks to their sugar rushes, they didn’t drop dead until the hour hand touched two of the morning. “Unless it’s the weekend, never again.”

The way the older man chuckles is so therapeutic — it nearly makes you want to fall asleep again. “You weren’t the one chasin' Megumi all over the place tryin' to get him to sleep. Little squirt gets his speed from me.”

“Awww, poor you~” You can sense the glare as you respond in a condescending, sing-song tune. “You and him are always butting heads. Like father, like son.”

“Tch, hate that sayin’ so fuckin’ much.”

“Why? ‘Because it’s true?”

“Shut up.” The hand he used to rest his head comes down to pinch your nose. You wriggle out of his hold with giggles, but he happily keeps you grounded to him with his stronghold and a leg wrapped around to prevent yours from moving. “He only listens to you. Such a sweet lil’ baby to you, huh? Puttin’ my own son against me.”

More giggles prompt out of tiny guilt, and you bring up a hand to rub on his chest. “He’s such a bright boy now. Growing up so big and fast.”

“Miki, too. That girl is way too smart fr' me to catch up. And she’s becoming so kind and strong, crazy to think she made me play teacups when she could barely go down the stairs by herself.” Toji hums, the vibrations felt on the pads of your fingers. “Think she gets that from you.”

You shook your head. “They’re your babies. They do amazing things because they have a big guy like you to catch them if they ever fall.”

“Hmm, fair…But let’s not pretend I’m the best dad in the world. Fuck, never in my life did I think I’d be a dad, especially with two kids. I didn’t know shit back then — still! I still don’t know shit.” You don’t say anything, just listening to him voice his thoughts to you. Because he knows you’d listen – you always do. “If you weren’t there for them, I don’t think they’d be shining like this. Y’re definitely the thing that brought us up together. They look up to you so much. Ya did so well with them.”

Nodding aimlessly, his black sweatshirt grazing on your cheek. “Thank you. Same to you. Didn’t do so bad yourself, big guy.”

“Mmm.”

Nothing is said between you two after that. The only thing that makes noise is the voices coming from the television. The volume lowered, an initiative you could guess from Toji wanting you to get some rest. The silence was too awkward that it might torture some, but it was fine where it was. There was no need to change it, especially when you were comfortable in each other’s embrace.

That is, until Toji asks, “Do you miss it?” The rubs on your back go slower, his fingertips drawing a ticklish sensation.

“Of course I do. All the time.” You answer honestly, turning your head to rest your chin on him. Your eyes glimpse directly at his, giving him a tiny grin. “Why ask? I know the kids miss me being around; what about you? Miss me nagging and putting you to work all the time?”

He sneers at your comment. “Every day.”

It was such a simple answer, yet it had the power to wipe that smirk right off your face. Your eyes locked in his sight, and your heart tuning to an irregular rhythm. Oh, come on, Y/n, get a grip! “Ahem—Toji, I hope you know that I never stopped missing everything we had — I never will. Those years that we shared were probably the best I’ve had. We had happy moments, others sad, of course. But, God, do I miss it all. I miss it so much. I miss having you guys here. Miki and Gumi and—“

“Me?” Good Lord, if this man doesn’t stop looking at you with those goddamn eyes of his, such captivating orbs that say more than he lets on. Your breath hitches, and so does the hand on your back. “Hmm? Ya miss me, baby?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why’d you have to call me that? And it gets worse when he places his free hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin while the forefinger teases the lobe and tragus of your ear. Goddammnit…

“...Yes,” your voice was down a whisper, which could easily be mistaken with the television. But you know Toji heard you, loud and clear. “Especially you, Toji.” You said it. The words that he wanted to hear from you. They felt so forbidden to say, yet it was the truth. You avert your gaze away from him. But you knew that wouldn’t work, not right now. Toji taps your cheek with his thumb, and your eyes sheepishly return to his.

He doesn’t say anything, and that makes your heart beat at an unbearable rate. It’s all you can hear when you stare into his deep emerald eyes, the sound of it ringing your eardrums as if you could puke. Your throat running dry, so you gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob. If something could just happen to end this anxious torture, that would be great.

And then your prayers get answered: something does happen. Toji slowly brings his face closer to yours — your body goes rigid, and you instantly face away before the inevitable happens. No, I didn’t mean that!

“Aht aht, don’t do that, baby.” His hand slithers from your cheek to your chin, forcing you to face straight at him. “Lemme see you.”

“Toji, wait,” your voice travels out in a shaky breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t cross this line anymore.”

He listens to your pleas, but his body does otherwise. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead while the hand on your back snakes downward. “Why not?” His gruff voice dialed down to a whisper.

“Because—Mmmm…” Toji interrupts you by licking the helix of your ear. Oh, you slick bastard. “We’re supposed to be done…”

“That’s not stoppin’ me from takin’ care of my sweet thing.” Jesus Christ, you almost melted from the way he whispered that to your ear. He’s pulling out all the same old tricks, and it gets more hellish by the second as you try not to give in. “So, y're gonna let me take care of you like I always do, right, mama?”

Both his hands now rest on your ass, groping it while your hips sway as if they have a mind of their own. The leg between yours comes up slightly, making you ride on it. The heat on your cheeks has already blossomed to your ears, making it hard to think straight. Gripping his sweatshirt, your hips ride his thigh to ease the throbbing sensation that grows with every motion. Good God, you shouldn’t be doing this. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. However, it’s been so long that you felt wanted like this — wanted by him. It’s all the same – his voice, his hands, his words, his body, and the names he calls – yet here you are turning into putty.

“Haaahh, Mmmfff…Toji, please,” Toji withdraws his face from your shoulder, leaving him to examine your expression. You must look so dumb right now, with your hooded eyes and shivering lips. But, at this point, do you even care? “Please…Treat me right.”

One moment, you see his gaze narrow with a devious glint. Next, you’re taken aback when Toji slams his lips on yours, kissing and sucking your bottom lip until you give him access. With a moan, you open your mouth for him and sink deeper into the kiss. Your hands come around his neck, keeping him focused on you and you alone. Not that he would have it any other way.

His strong hands continue to knead your asscheeks while you hump and grind on his thigh. Nibbling on your lip, you whimper helplessly for him. It strokes his ego, knowing he’s making you like this, the fucking bastard. He takes in your tiny cries happily, shoving his tongue to play with yours. You give in to him, almost losing your balance riding his thigh, yet Toji’s lips never leave yours.

You break the kiss to get an imperative breath, panting loudly and sweetly for him as Toji kisses and licks your ear. The sounds make your lower region twitch. “Hnnmm, fuck…That’s my girl. So fuckin’ good fr’ me always, Y/n…” You can feel him slide a hand up to the hem of your leggings, forcing it inside for his thick fingers to brush up on the bare flesh of your butt. You gasp sharply. Him squeezing your butt has you biting down on his sweatshirt. “—Hahhh, Oh God, Toji,” With every squeeze, he inches closer to your panty-covered chasm, where you know he’d find a damp spot. Please touch me. Please, please, plea—

CLACK-CLINK!!

The two of you are frozen stiff when you hear the sound of the door opening and closing, the foyer lights turned on. “Alright~, we got you guys home. See ya later!” That was Gojo’s voice, indicating everyone was finally back from trick-or-treating. This means that Tsumiki and Megumi are about to see you on top of their father, his hand in your leggings and smacking lips with yours. Your eyes shoot wide with horror — immediately remove yourself from Toji and stand up from the couch to pull your bottoms up. You barely had the chance to peek at Toji because the kids already run to the living room to find you two.

“Y/n, Y/n, look!” The brunette was the first to greet you with her adorable pink Barbie cowgirl costume. She and her brother, dressed as Sasuke Uchiha, cheerfully showcased their pillowcases full of candy. “Look at all this candy we got!”

“Wooow, you guys really went on a haul,” you can only hope they can’t see you sweating bullets through your fake reaction. “Wh–Where’s Gojo?”

“He dropped us off here a few seconds ago and left for the party,” The raven-haired boy answered while scanning his pillowcase.

You only nod along until you frantically wipe your mouth, realizing the tiny trail of spit from the corner of your mouth. “Umm—Ahem, well then, I’m glad you two got all that candy. Now, let’s hurry up and get you guys home so you can get ready for school tomorrow!”

But the children didn’t move an inch. Actually, they looked like they were going to tell you something. You lift a brow. Oh no, they’re going to look at each other. They looked at each other and then glanced back at you. Oh, God, no. “Uhhh, Y/n, we were thinking.” Big sister Tsumiki is always the one who asks the following question. “Can we stay over?”

You inhale a massive breath, yet you do your best not to exhale a heavy sigh. “Kids, you promised to keep the overnight stays to three at max per month. This will be the fifth!”

“Yeah, but it’s dark out. Plus, it’s way past our bedtime.” The younger chimes in with a tiny pout. “We’ll be asleep by the time Dad gets us home.”

And here comes Tsumiki with the tag-team response to add on. “And that means he’ll have to make continuous trips back and forth from the car. Picking me and Megumi up, getting our bookbags, the bags full of candy, the whole thing! We already packed up our PJs just in case.”

You stood there staring at the two in astonishment. There’s no way they thoroughly planned this out. There’s just no way… And to make it worse, they were making valid arguments. You open your mouth to say something, but the two give the best puppy eyes they can. The wave of guilt hits like a train, internally cringing. You turn to Toji, who still sits on the couch, and the motherfucker only gives you a shrug. Wow, what a helpful father he is.

You groan into your hands, shaking your head while looking at the kids who wait for your verdict. “…Alright, you can stay as long as you PROMISE to put those candy bags in my bedroom closet. Deal?” The happy smiles and aggressive head shakes should answer your question. “Good, now go ahead and take your showers before you head for bed.” They rushed to the stairs by the time you finished that sentence, so enthusiastic about staying the night at your house, and you can’t help but smile hearing their footsteps run up the stairs.

With that being said, you turn to the older man again. Your brows are trenched down, but your smile is still present. “So, you legit just sat there and let those two tag-team me like that? In my own house?”

Another shrug with a dumb smirk on his handsome face. “Told you: too smart fr’ me to catch up.” You shake your head before exiting to get the kids and guest rooms ready, leaving him with the television.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The midnight hour has finally danced its way into the darkness of the night. Halloween is finally over, and the month of October is no more. The pitter-patter sound of the rain cleanses the neighborhood of its merits and festivities that partook hours ago, ready for a new phase of the year to take over.

After having the guest room ready with sheets and sleepwear for Toji and kissing the kids goodnight, you rinse your stress off with a nice shower and put on your pajamas to get ready for bed. After you turn the lights off, you drape the comforter over your figure as your body sinks with the cozy sheets and pillowcase. Your eyes close while focusing on the curtains of your window, the only light piercing inside being the lampposts by the street.

…Well, at least that’s what’s supposed to happen. But that’s not the case because you’re not the only one lying comfortably on your mattress. Instead, Toji is here with you, in your room, on your bed, his chest to your back, and his hand roaming inside your oversized shirt. Your lips are now connected with his, sharing your erotic moans with his enticing groans, and you get a little louder as his fingers cup and play with your breast.

“Mmphh…Ahhhh, I thought I told you you’re sleeping in the guest room—Nmmff!” He tweezes your nipple with his forefinger and thumb roughly.

“And I thought you’d be smart enough to know that wasn’t gonna happen.” Toji kisses the crook of your neck, drawing near your ear for him to whisper. “Besides, look at you. Still sleepin’ with no underwear on?”

“Hmph, only when I have a man around the house.” That answer got you another rough tweak on your nip and a purposeful gnaw to your ear. You knew he’d react like that, never liking the mention of another man leaving your mouth – especially during an intimate time like this.

“That so? What man you know that can handle all this?” Toji then moves from his side to be between your legs, pulling up your shirt to fully expose your chest. And your breathe hitches while his free hand travels down your abdomen to your bottoms.

“Ahhhh, no one. Just you...” You look at him with half-lidded eyes, taking in his reaction to what you said. The salacious grin on his face becoming broader should entail that he greatly loved that retort.

He brings his face to your other unattended nipple, “Good answer, princess.” The nub of your breast enters his mouth, and the wet warmth of his tongue greets it with lapped motions and grazes from his teeth. Despite that, it doesn’t distract you from the fact your bottoms are pulled down with ease and are thrown to the bedroom floor, leaving your cunt out for him, your erotic fluids seeping and glistening from the outside lights.

Toji plays with your folds until he can stuff his pointer finger into your chasm, the insertion resulting in your body’s jolt. It’s been a long while since you had his thick digit inside you, playing and scraping the inner walls to evoke whimpers. God, it felt so good, this satisfying feeling returning to awaken your body to his touch. He interacts with your body as if he’s the only person who knows how to get you going – and it’s the truth. No one can put you in a blissful haze quicker than this man. And you’d prefer to keep it that way.

The addition of his middle finger into your leaky entrance startles you, the thick digit making its way in with such vigor that he uses both fingers to scrape the velvety texture of your walls. Your eyes are now screwed shut at the growing commotion between your thighs, and the heat within your body flourishing all around gets to your head. “—Khmm, Oh fuuck, Toji. Please, don’t stop.”

With a soft ‘pop’ noise from his lips, Toji replies to your demands. “I’m sorry, what’s my name again?” You giggle with trenched brows. Of course, how could I forget?

“Nmmph, D-Daddy, pleaseee, I’m so clo—Ahhhann!!” He puts his thumb to your clit, grinding down on it unexpectedly. “I wanna cum, pleaseee…”

“Hmmm, good girl,” he teased, laying down kisses, nibbling on the skin of your stomach and inner thighs until he arrives at your leaking slit. Your body jerks up from the bed when you feel the cold, wet muscle slowly lick on your clitoris before ravaging your folds. The sounds of his mouth on your cunt are so lewd to the ear, slurping noises from his lips with the lapping motions of his tongue claiming your come are too much for you. And when he uses his hand to swipe and pinch your clit? Oh, it’s a wrap. Your release comes out without control, biting down on your bottom lip to make sure your cries don’t leave this space for the kids to hear. Their room is on the other side down the hall; tonight isn’t the night for too many risks.

When your trembling body calms down and subsides, Toji withdraws his face from between your thighs. Your essence paints his mouth, and he wipes his chin clean while licking the remnants that coat his scarred lips. “Hmph, missed tastin’ you like that.” You open your eyes when your high finally evades you, watching your ex-husband pull down his sweats. His erection springs out and hits his stomach, your mind going rampant with thoughts as you ogle at his freed limb. Shit, it’s been so long. Will that shit even fit me again?

“Don’t think it’ll fit, baby?” Damn him, he loves teasing you. Toji then discards his black wife-beater, at long last revealing his well-built, brawny physique that has you drooling for him. He uses his hands to maneuver your legs—your knees pushed to your chest as your legs propped up on his shoulders. A position you’re all too familiar with. Your eyes don’t leave Toji’s cock as he aligns his cock to your slick-coated folds. “Take some breaths fr’ me, sweetie. Can’t take care of you when you’re all tense.”

You take up on his advice and begin taking deep breaths, reminding yourself to maintain the steady pattern as he pushes the tip of his dick between the lips of your cunt. Every inhale is where he nudges into the hole of your inner cavern, and every exhale gives you time to breathe out the pain that comes in for a split second. This carries on until the cockhead wedges itself perfectly into your vagina, along with the inches of his girth that stretches until the base kisses your lips, the tip of him kissing your cervix. Tears swell up in your eyes, taking more deep breaths to prepare yourself for what’s about to come.

“Oooh fuuuck…Heh, yeah, that’s my baby right there. Fittin’ so perfect fr’ me, mama…” He puts his weight on you, keeping your figure unmoving under his bow.

“Nmmmf, Daddyyy,” you’re forced to take in all of him, and drool trails down your lips with no hope of taking care of it. “…I’m so full, you’re too much…”

“I know, sweetie, I know.” He wipes your spit after kissing your forehead. How gentle compared to what you’re about to go through. “Gonna move now.” His thrusts start slow for the two of you to adjust to each other; the feeling of his length’s veins coming in and out of your chasm is so euphoric, and the kisses to your cervix want your body to writhe and squirm. But you’re bent into this position for a reason: forced to submit to him no matter what. So you do just that.

Yet your horny haze gets more potent once he picks up the pace, rutting into you with increased speed. Your slit, still sensitive from earlier, gets overstimulated with the constant grazes on your gummy walls and jabs to your tender cervix. It takes everything in your power not to come so early.

“—Hahhhh, Nmmph. Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Toji groans above you, the thrusts of his pelvis increase to an irregular rhythm, grinding deep into your cunt to the point of uncontrollable babbles escaping your lips. His bullying on your insides results in you gripping his length hard, causing the older man to hiss and moan at your contractions. “—Ohhhfuuuckk!! Jesus Christ, baby. Y’re gonna make me go crazy.”

As if that wasn’t already happening now that he pistons his cock into your wetness, your brain turning into mush from the onslaught of ruts to your puffy wet chasm. Tears stream down your face, and more drool follows down with more precise hits to your delicate canal. The pounding in your head makes it hard to think of anything else, the squelching noises and paps of Toji’s balls hitting your cunt making it worse.

“D-Daddyyy, I’m—Ohoooo!! Oh, Jesus, ohhhshit!” You can’t formulate a proper sentence, too engulfed with the electrifying sensations coursing through your body.

“Damn, you feel too fucking good—Hnngh!!” Toji places his forehead on yours, resting his entire weight on you while his hips have a mind of their own. “‘Bout to make me knock you up…”

Oh, good Lord. The mere thought of having a child is the last thing that should be on your mind. But in a time like this, who in their right mind would be thinking straight? “Nnnfff! Oh God, pleaseee, fill me up, Daddyy!” Green eyes narrow with trenched brows. “—Pleasepleasepleaseee!! I want you to fill me up so bad, I want it, I want—Hyaaaaa!!”

How can he deny your desperate, teary pleas when you’re urging him on like this? “Heh, you’re so fuckin’ sexy, mama.” Toji captures your lips with his, your mewls taken by him as you sink further into your pleasurable thrill.

Sporadic thrusts of his pelvis produce more raunchy noises in the joining of your sexes, his heavy balls smacking on your cunt as he drives the base of his cock straight into you. Your slit is now a puffy mess, come and slick form a soapy mess that Toji now harbors a milky ring around his girth. A few rushed, sloppy thrusts heighten your high once more, and then Toji presses his pelvis down to the hilt on one final, harsh thrust, unloading his seed into your aching folds. And your climax follows in a few seconds, the walls of your cunt fluttering on his pulsating dick as your essence soaks him. Your muffled shrieks are received by him, quivering under him until the aftershocks wash through your body.

Once you two breathe at a steady tempo and the nerves of your sweaty bodies fall still, the kiss is broken with heavy pants and a string of spit that links you two together. Toji buries his face between your neck and shoulder, licking and kissing your skin as you’re allowed time to experience your clarity.

“Hmmm…You know I’m not done yet, princess.” Toji mumbles to your ear before stationing your legs off his shoulders for them to rest.

“Yeah, I know, big guy.” You tease him with a breathless laugh, kissing him on the temple. “Always wanting more…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…So, you’re telling me you had your ex-husband spend the night? Not just the kids?”

“Yup, that’s what happened.”

This morning was different from your usual routine – well, you can’t say it’s different if you have done it before, huh? After five years of divorce, you thought you’d be so used to waking up and getting ready for work without worrying about others. However, this morning proves otherwise.

It felt natural walking into the kids’ room and lightly shaking them awake, telling them to get ready while you whip up something quick for them to eat as Toji showers (using your bathroom, by the way). Watching the kids run down the stairs and eat breakfast puts a smile on your face, reminiscing about the good old days when they were younger and teenier. It sometimes feels surreal doing the same thing for them now that they’re getting older and taller. But seeing them bicker and interact with each other in your presence never fails to warm your heart.

When Toji’s finished freshening up and loading his kids’ stuff in his truck, it’s time to bid them farewell for their departure for school. You give them final touch-ups on their hair and outfits, reminding them to be safe and not get into trouble (especially Megumi, now that the boy’s been getting into fights). And before they rush to the car, you hug them and give each a kiss on the cheek. Here is where the warm feeling inside your heart begins to deteriorate, not wanting to let them go. Yet, for their sake – and education – you release them and hope for the best.

The last to leave was Toji, who came from the kitchen to the front door with a paper plate wrapped in foil in one hand. His name is written boldly by a black Sharpie. “This fr' me?”

“No, it’s for Shiu Kong, for dealing with you all the time.” You stick your tongue out at Toji as he glares at you, not even moving out of the way while he exits through the door. “You better eat that when you get to work, you have a terrible habit of skipping lunch.”

“Whatever ya say, mom.” He pesters you with the title, knowing you’re technically not a mother anymore. Yet it only makes you smile knowing he notices your maternal side.

“Don’t forget to text me when Tsumiki’s soccer game is next week.” You watch him go down the porch stairs.

“Will do.”He whistles.

“And Toji?”

The man stops walking to turn to you, his forest green eyes fixed on you so quickly that you almost forget what you want to say. Or what you wanted to do. You place your fingers on your lips and blow a kiss with an outward gesture. It was an old habit you did whenever he left, something you can’t seem to get out of practice with. It’s embroidered in your mind at this point.

And when he catches the kiss with his free hand and places it on his chest, it makes your heart skip a beat. Toji grins, “I’ll be damned if that was fr' Shiu, too.”

You snicker with a shaken head. “Drive safe, Toji.” Closing the front door, you stand there for a while. Your smile doesn’t falter; it gets bigger as you replay the moment instead. Thinking about him, hearing him, seeing him, it all drives you crazy. And that’s a good thing…right?

“I don’t know, sounds like you still kinda care about the guy.”

“Of course I do,” So here you are, sitting in your living room enjoying the rays of the sunset decorating the space, in a video call with your best friends, Utahime and Mei Mei. You reply to the former’s comment. “Just because I don’t have the ring on my finger doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care about him. I mean, he’s the father of two lovely children.”

“Shoot, you’re better than me, then.” The dark-haired woman admits. “But you’re kinda proving my point, Y/n. Even when you don’t have the ring on, you two act like the same old couple, and it’s definitely not just for the kids’ sake. Let’s be real here.”

You try to interject, but the pale-blue-haired other, Mei Mei, intervenes, “I agree. It’s one thing if you let the children stay over, but he also wanted to spend the night. Sure, he could’ve been tired from driving all day and such. However, if you’re still seeing a man for the last five years – while legally unbound – and he says he wants to spend the night under your roof, which is rare, that should ring some bells at least.”

“I know, it did…” you nod along with what your friend is saying, throwing your head back with a heavy sigh. “But it’s not like he’s never spent the night here before, nor is he banished from stepping inside.”

“Oh? Then why is this time different from the others?”

Utahime jumps in after Mei Mei’s chirp. “Yeah, you’re telling us about all these nostalgic lovey-dovey feelings as if you’re falling in love with him all over again. What, did you two have sex or something?”

An open mouth, yet no words come out, leaving you in a predicament. You could’ve just lied or swerved the subject to something else. But you didn’t. And the two women on the screen lift their brows with hooded eyes, a look meaning a thousand words. You couldn’t even explain yourself either because a sudden knock on your door captured the attention of all three of you.

You stand up and walk towards the door, your friends still on call on the phone at hand. Opening the door, you’re almost stunned to see in front of you. Tsumiki and Megumi with nervous smiles, and their father at the car collecting the same duffles bags from last night. You’re kidding.

“Hey, kids.” The two of them gulped from not calling them by their names. You bring up the phone to face the screen to them. “Say hello to Auntie Mei Mei and Utahime.” The women on the line smile and wave at the children, who sheepishly wave back.

“Hi, aunties.” Megumi greets them, and then his eyes drift back to you. “So, Y/n—“

“What did you forget this time?” Straight to the point, no room for excuses.

“It was Miki this time! She forgot her soccer cleats.” The older sibling gawks at her younger brother for calling her out.

“Tsumiki, I know you have cleats at home.”

“I do, but these are special! You bought them for my birthday, and I’ve been wearing them to every game ever since! So, I was scared when I couldn’t find them at home.” The brunette was quick to defend her stand. “Also, Dad doesn’t feel like driving up here and then back. So…can we…”

You close your eyes and bring the phone to your face to shield your vexation. Twice in a row, the sixth time this month. You can hear the giggles of your friends from the other side of the phone, adding more fuel to the fire. You don’t look up until you hear heavy footsteps on the porch, seeing Toji holding both duffle bags with a hand and shoulder. He stares at you as you stare at him, a silent conversation on how to handle this situation. And when he shrugs with lifted brows, you realize it’s no use and release the long-awaited sigh.

“….If I see one more thing being left behind here, you guys can’t come back till December, understand?” It wasn’t anything serious, but enough for the kids to know you weren’t joking. They nod their heads in unison while you roll your eyes. “Okay, get in here.” They rushed inside with gleeful laughs, the shuffling of their backpacks following along with them. Your eyes then drift to Toji as he walks up to you. “Did you forget something here, too?”

“Yeah,” you lift a brow when he drops Megumi’s bag to the floor. Before you can register his hand on your chin, you squeak when he brings his lips to yours. It lasted for seconds, but the kiss was sweet and tender, sucking on your lip before letting go with a playful bite. “Meant to give you that when you woke up. Thanks fr' the food, mama.”

Toji picks the bag up and walks inside your home to put the bags in the rooms, leaving you standing on the porch with an astounded expression. You couldn’t appropriately calibrate your thoughts until you heard faint laughs from the phone. Then, you realize your best friends witnessed the entire scene that transpired.

Utahime, with the slyest leer, was the first to say something. “Oh yeah, he laid that pipe on you good, without a doubt.”

“Mhmm,” Mei Mei agrees with a chuckle. “And I'm guessing he’s gonna do it again tonight. Isn’t that right, Y/n?”

You end the video call with a heated face. “Sh-Shut your damn mouths!!” Again, you groan into your hands before returning inside. Thank God I still have those birth control pills...

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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VISIONㅤboyfriend! fushiguro toji x fem! reader — smut + (some) fluff [ 3.4k+ wc ] cws filmed sex + oral (m & f) + edging + fingering + cervix fucking + overstimulation + creampie + there’s a sliver of fluff with a little bit of aftercare at the end ++ toji and reader are extremely playful throughout the whole thing ! MDNI

toji, for some reason, adored filming you.

it was usually cute moments, like you both (attempting) to bake on a sunny afternoon, or when you were too focused on something to even noticed he had a camera pointed at you — he had, however, been wanting to try something new, to record you both doing something not as innocent.

“c’mon baby, just let me try it this once… i promise it’ll be worth it!” you sat down relaxed on your living room’s couch, looking up at your boyfriend, while he stood before you with one of his cameras in his hand, and you almost felt the need to laugh at the situation.

toji was a big guy, hours spent at the gym reflecting on his well built physique, but in that instant he reminisced a kid asking — or better yet, begging — his mom for candy with how he was looking at you, the difference being he wanted to move your furniture around just to get a perfect shot (or what he claimed to be the perfect shot) of him fucking you, instead of a sweet treat that he shouldn’t get.

you weren’t too thrilled about accepting it, rightfully so, the last time toji tried to redecorate your home just for a shot having ended with you wrapping his bloody hand in bandage while pieces of what once were two glass cups occupied half of your kitchen’s floor, not to mention what he wanted to record right now was of a much different essence than the one from his previous attempt — however, your boyfriend didn’t seem any more intent on giving up than he did at first, even after long minutes of begging that only seemed to end with negative replies coming from you. he was persistent, that was for sure, and although you didn’t stand too far behind, you were beginning to think that giving in maybe wasn’t that bad of an idea after all, the whole concept seeming kinda fun even if you refused to admit to it — which was how, sooner than you would like to admit, you ended up laying on your bed, your comfy pajama still on your body as you watched, very much not amused, as your boyfriend moved your bedside table around, testing what distance it should be from the side of the bed as one of his work cameras was propped on top of it, constantly checking through the little visor what angle worked best, which one caught most of the mattress and allowed the best lightening to flow in through the window.

“you ready?” he asked after long minutes, standing up and looking at you through mischievous eyes, his expression having been all too quick to turn from a focused, and even serious, one into one clad with swiftly overpowering lust. you simply nodded, very clearly not as excited as your boyfriend. he clicked the little button on the camera, signifying it was now recording, and walked towards you, getting on top of the bed and hovering over you, fitting snugly between your legs, pressing his pelvis against yours while his palms rested on either side of your head, face hovering over yours. “this will be fun, baby, trust me” you sighed, suddenly completely against ever agreeing with anything toji said, but also started trying to relax, stopping tensing up your muscles and wrapping your arms over your boyfriend’s shoulders, earning a wide smirk from him.

toji began kissing you, pecking you gently and slowly before starting to grow more desperate, sucking on your lips more eagerly, pressing his tongue into your mouth and sucking on yours, moving his hands to instead cup your cheeks, moving his body even closer to yours, making sure his chest was clutch against yours while slowly humping his growing erection against your clothed sex, groaning loudly against you when he felt your wrap your legs around his waist, trapping him as close to you as possible.

breaking the kiss momentarily, toji flipped you two over, you now being the one on top, thighs spread over his lap and hands planted on his chest, letting out a small squeal at the sudden change of position. without losing any time, he pulled you in again, kissing you just as fervently as before, if not even more, desperate to taste as much of you as he possibly could. he started pressing his crotch up into you harder, faux thrusting upwards into you, making you feel his now fully grown erection, big cock pressing painfully against his sweatpants, not even the layers of clothing able to stop you from feeling his cock twitch when pressed against your covered pussy.

“fuck baby” he mumbled against you, a string of spit connecting your lips as you pulled away, sitting up straight on top of him, watching as he looked up at you through hooded eyes, desire darkening them. you almost forgot you were being filmed in that moment, then noticing once more the black camera on your peripheral vision, deciding to not allow the final footage to have any boring parts in it.

slowly, while never breaking eye contact, you lowered yourself, shifting to instead kneel between toji’s spread legs and bending over so your face was centimeters away from his bulge, your ass up in the air purposefully so he could get a perfect view of it while you fiddled with the strings of his sweatpants, teasing him but eventually untying them, pulling the soft pants down alongside his underwear, biting your lips as you watched toji help you by raising his hips, and moaning softly when you saw his hard cock slap against his lower abdomen, thick length standing up proudly, one single thick bead of pre-cum already drooling down his pink tip, making its way down the underside of his dick. you stuck your tongue out to lick it, tasting its saltiness against the flat of your tongue as you took a, purposefully dragged out, lap up your boyfriend’s cock, humming loudly at the taste, giggling when you reached his tip and heard him let out a deep moan, covering his eyes for a second before focusing on you again, watching attentively when you wrapped your lips around him, sucking just the head of his dick while flicking your tongue against its slit.

you enveloped one hand around his base, feeling the short, dark hairs around it scratch against your fingers, while the other one was placed on his inner thigh, your thumb massaging against that one spot you knew he liked. you started to properly suck toji off, head bobbing up and down his cock until you reached about halfway, your palm taking care of the rest of his length as you stroked him, making sure to pull back and spit on it before continuing, not needing to look to know his eyes were fixated on the movement of your hand, how it followed your mouth, slightly rotating it around his dick with each move.

you could hear your boyfriend’s moans become louder, more recurring, so you decided to play with him, trying to push him off the edge just to stop halfway. you pulled back, stroking toji’s dick slowly for a bit while catching your breath before placing only his tip inside your mouth, sucking on it with greed while using both hands to jack him off, moving them up and down the remain of his dick in unison while rotation each one in different directions, listening closely to how he was starting to moan louder, even letting out a deep groan and throwing one of his arms over his eyes while thrusting his hips upwards into you, the second you noticed his dick starting to twitching against you being the one you completely pulled away, hands flying away from toji as your lips left his dick with a loud pop. you giggled, watching as he grunted very clearly displeased, sitting up as you did so and looking at you through an almost pained look.

“i hate when you do that” he said, moving to kneel before you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, his cock pressed up between your bodies. you giggled in response, aware of just how much what you just did annoyed him — not that toji ever showed it, knowing that you liked to tease him just as much as he liked to tease you.

toji kissed you again, tasting himself on your tongue, before laying you down, now being your turn to rest with your back on the mattress while he spread your legs apart, slotting himself between them. he pulled your pajama pants off with ease, leaving your underwear on purposefully, liking to see just how wet you had already made it.

“you’re soaked” he smirked, earning himself a kick on his side, laughing harder at it before saying a simple “don’t forget that’s on camera, baby”

toji tapped the pad of his index finger against your covered clit, slipping it down your slit, feeling your hole clench around nothing under his touch.

“do you think you deserve to cum?”

“i’ll go on strike if i don’t”

“fair enough”

without hesitating anymore, toji leaned over, leaving a soft peck on your pussy through your stained underwear before finally pulling it to the side, looking enamored at your glistening cunt, impatient to get a taste — so he did, wrapping his arms around your thighs and propping your legs over his shoulders before diving in. he licked a fat stripe up your pussy, tasting your slick and humming against your clit, looking up at you when you moaned, green eyes dark with lust.

he sucked on your clit, flicking his tongue against the bundle of nerves and circling it softly while caressing your thighs, gripping the tender flesh hard, keeping one of his arms laced around one of them while the other moved under so he could play with your pussy. he continued sucking on your clit, but also began teasing your entrance with the tip of one of his fingers, slipping it in with ease because of how wet your slick and the strings of his saliva that dribbled down your folds left you, thrusting it in and out experimentally before adding another digit, starting to pick up a faster rhythm before also implementing a bending movement, pushing his digits all the way into you before pressing their pads against the spongy spot inside your hole that made your eyes roll, your moans growing louder then as your hips starting to buck up, thighs quivering at the combine stimulation, your pleasure growing by the second.

“keep going, please… just like that…” you mewled, eyes shut and mouth forming a perfect o shape. your pleasure was overwhelming, almost burning you from the inside out.

toji started sucking harder and even more attentively on your clit, and when his fingers became even more precise with their trajectory, you felt waves of crushing pleasure wash over you harshly, almost too suddenly even, your release so great it almost caught you off guard. you screamed your boyfriend’s name, both hands moving to the back of his head and gripping strands of his black hair to keep him in place, only pulling him away when you started feeling overstimulated. toji looked up at you with a smirk adorning his face,the way your slick mixed with his saliva dripped down his chin forming a sinful sight, which he made sure to show off to the camera, smiling towards it before reaching over to grip it, bringing it so the lens was directed at your soaked pussy. toji adjusted the focus, making sure it displayed your cunt clearly, one hand holding the camera steadily while the other spread your folds, showing you off for the video. he pulled your panties off you carelessly, not minding that he almost ripped them in the process, and slapped your pussy harshly, making you whine in surprise, the look you directed at him afterwards comical.

“you spent so much time getting the angle right just to pick up the camera eventually” you said, still breathless, watching your boyfriend put the device to the side, placing it on the bed beside your bodies before taking his shirt off, leaving him completely bare.

“i’ll get better angles like this” he said, lowering himself to be on top of you, chuckling at how you rolled your eyes at his reply — even if a smile stretched across your lips — so he could peck your lips, helping you pull your shirt over your head before unclasping your bra and throwing it across the room too.

carefully, toji picked the camera up again, continuing to hold it with one hand, which made you doubt if he wasn’t about to drop it any second, and on top of you probably, to make it worse — but you didn’t comment, preferring to leave him to it.

he decided to direct the lens towards your middle, watching as your pussy came into view on the small screen, then putting his dick into frame, showing how he slipped his length in between your folds, his erection still strong, visible veins running down its entirety, his tip now a darker shade of pink, almost red, thin beads of pre glistening on the sensitive area.

“can i cum in you?” he asked, gazing at you but leaving the camera focused on your sexes. you nodded, biting your lower lip after grazing your tongue over it, and toji chuckled, adding a simple “good, because i don’t think i’ll remember to pull out” which, in turn, made you laugh, his horniness amusing.

with one hand wrapped around his base, toji pressed his dripping dick against your clit, bumping softly into the bundle of nerves before lowering it to your hole, circling it teasingly, waiting for your whined protest to actually force it into you, sighing pleased as he felt your warm cunt hug him, giggling at your strained moan and how your walls clenched around him.

“still so fucking tight…” he said, now in a much darker tone, bottoming out and staying there for a second, with his dick kissing your cervix and his entire length stretching you out, before slowly pulling back just enough so that only his dick’s head was inside you.

toji’s thrusts started off slow, gentle even. his right hand held the camera up, every now and then directing his eyes from how your pussy swallowed up his cock to make sure the recording was still focused on the right thing, while his left hand rested on the outside of your thigh, his fingers digging into it every now and then almost as a way of grounding himself. his movements eventually became sloppier, though, as he tried to speed up and give both of you more pleasure, the lack of support becoming apparent — so he stopped for a second, dick still stuffed inside you to the hilt, so he could place the camera on the mattress, the angle similar to the one it had while on top of the bedside table, just much closer.

“gonna fuck you right now” toji said, while positioning himself so he hovered over you, his thighs keeping yours apart as he propped his elbows by your shoulders, his hands cupping the sides of your head to make sure your eyes stayed on him.

“oh yeah?” you asked, with a teasing, almost doubtful, tone — but he didn’t even bother replying, instead showing you, starting to thrust into you hard, way faster than before, his movements merciless, rough, and if it wasn’t for him having prepped you before, you were sure you wouldn’t have been able to handle toji’s pace. you felt so good though, so good that almost instantly your eyes rolled into the back of your head, hands going up to rest on your boyfriend’s shoulders, looking to ground yourself even if it meant digging your nails into his skin, the sudden pleasure not only catching you off guard, but also leaving your mind to become mush instantly, no more coherent thoughts coming out of you as toji fucked you, cock dragging in and out of you rapidly, pressing into your cervix in a way that felt entirely too good.

“look at me, baby” he said, his tone low, almost dark, and when you finally focused your sight on toji you could only wonder how he was so composed. “feels good?” he asked smugly, the corner of his lips raising ever so slightly when you nodded, barely able to mutter out a simple “s-so good”

“want you to cum on my cock, can you do that for me?” your boyfriend asked after a while, still fucking you just as roughly as before, his cock reaching as deep inside your pussy as it could, pressing into all the soft spots that made you unable to focus on anything but on how damn good he made you feel, each thrust that made his tip bump against your cervix bringing you closer to your high — so, as a reply, you nodded, continuing to look at toji, focusing solely on him, your whole world suddenly all about him, nothing else important enough to pop up on your mind in that moment.

“‘m so close” you mewled, one hand reaching up to pull at toji’s hair, making him groan, while the other scratched the back of his neck, now his turn to roll his eyes back in pleasure, moaning for you before focusing back on fucking you, continuing to ram his dick into your cunt, biting his lower lip before lowering his face down to your neck, pecking down it’s side before moving up to just behind your ear, kissing that spot faintly and biting your earlobe before whispering a low “cum for me, baby, please cum for me”. his tone was filled with want, a small whine behind it, as if he was truly begging for it, and suddenly, as if that was all you needed in that moment, you came again, this orgasm hitting you harder and faster than your previous one, making you scream toji’s name louder than you had that whole day as you threw your head back, back arching and thighs quivering all while your pussy spasmed around his cock, your pleasure so intense you swore you were about to black out.

toji didn’t stop though, if anything, when faced with your so clear pleasure, only going faster, harder, slamming in and out of you with no care, watching closely as your expression twisted into one of pure pleasure, as sinful and lust-filled as it could possibly get.

“b-baby, please… ‘s too much” you managed to mutter, overstimulation starting to hit you after he kept going even after your high had started to fade away, your pleasure becoming overwhelming — too overwhelming, all too much for you to handle.

“i know baby, i know” he comforted you, kissing your forehead and holding your face gently but showing no interest in stopping, continuing instead, going even harder, fucking you sloppily, losing any precision he had maintained before until he was finally filling you up with his warm cum, letting out a guttural moan as strings of his milky seed filled you up to the brim, spilling out between you two as he still thrusted into you, losing his tempo as his orgasm overtook him.

“fuck, fuck!” toji groaned, stopping completely after a second and catching his breath, his cock still halfway inside you.

he looked down at your pussy, how it wrapped around his girth while globs of his cum dripped out of you, and without a second thought he picked up his camera again, straightening himself to focus it on what was going on between you, his heavy breath probably all you would be able to hear on the final footage as he looked at the tiny visor, almost mesmerized by the view.

it took him a second, but toji eventually caught his breath, putting the camera to the side again before leaning down to hug you, enveloping you in a tight embrace as you were covered by him completely. you laughed, kissing his shoulder and feeling him peck your cheek after, leaving multiple fast kisses on the area before pressing his lips against the tip of your nose, then your other cheek, and then your lips. you giggled through it, at your boyfriend’s sudden wave of affection, feeling him give your body one last squeeze before getting up, finally pulling his dick out of you with a low hum, tapping his almost completely flaccid length against your swollen, cum-covered pussy.

“i need to get you cleaned up” toji said, finally stopping the recording before getting up, also helping you up so he could prepare a warm bath for both of you.

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