# 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔

your works are all SOOO GOOOOD, thank you so much for posting and writing such a great thing <3 do you mind if i request toji getting jealous over gojo flirting with the readers and toji start to fuck the reader when they are back at home?(with breeding kink if you don't mind!) if you don't comfortable with this requests, please just ignore >.< thank you so much again! really love all your writings <3 <3

AHHH TY TY ANON!! and I cant believe I've finally did it, every request that was back up has finally been finished and now im able to work on my own fics for a little bit! But fear not, I will open back up requests again soon lol, just need a little break to finish my own works as well as finish up my last few finals for school, nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!

Cw: nsfw 18+, minors dni, tojis a lil rough in this cus hes jealous, eating pusssyyy, pet names, use of the word "daddy", kissing, jealousy, gojo being a jackass, shoko feeling sorry for you over toji and gojo being dumbasses, breeding, cumming inside cus breeding kink <3

you knew it was a bad idea, any idea that involved Gojo and Toji in the same room, much less 15 feet away from one another in the younger man's backyard, was a bad idea.

Dragging Toji to the barbeque had already irritated him enough and it didn't help that you chose to wore that new top and skirt you'd shown off to him the other night, the one he wanted to see you in, he didn't want to have to share the luxury of seeing your new outfits with anyone, especially Gojo Satouro.

You were seated at the edge of Gojo's pool, legs dangling in the cool water as you sipped lemonade from a small martini glass as Shoko retold a story from her seat beside you. She spoke with soft sighs, hazel eyes tracing blue tile flooring of the pool and coca-painted nails scratching at the skin of her thigh absentmindedly.

You struggled to follow along at the presence of Toji across the yard; ever so often you'd turn around to see him leaned back against island of the grill, arms crossed across the thick of his chest and a bottle of Jack Daniels in a large hand. His silver eyes bore into yours and he cleared his throat before taking a swig of his drink and turning back to Gojo who had been staring at you, now turned back to the smoked grill, flipping burgers with ease.

Rolling your eyes, you turned back to smile at Shoko as she continued talking. you took another sip from your drink, playing with the charm necklace Toji had bought you for your birthday earlier that year. Gojo was watching you.

And he continued to watch you throughout the evening, whether it be, eyeing you from across the yard or complimenting your outfit for the fifth time that night or refilling your drink as the four of you talked. At first you thought it was funny; watching Toji's reactions to Gojo's horribly obvious attempts at flirting but your humor towards the situation quickly dwindled once you realized Toji was actually getting upset.

Every time Gojo would come near you, Toji was either snapping at him or staying eerily quiet beside you. Toji voicing his irritation was one thing, but Toji being quiet was sometimes horrifying. He was completely unreadable as he stopped throwing sarcastic jokes whenever Gojo spoke, sticking to curt nods and grunts as he sipped his beer; the air was so tense that even Shoko was uncomfortable. She'd nervously look back and forth between the two men before her eyes caught yours and then back to the two men again.

You couldn't tell if the snow-haired man was oblivious or completely obnoxious towards Toji's distaste for him.

Gojo leaned closer to hug you before pressing pre pressing a smacked kiss kiss against your cheek.

"Kay," toji's voice interrupted, "that's enough."

Gojo pulled away from you to smirk, brows relaxed as he retorted mockingly, "what?" His hand fell to hit his thigh softly as the other sat on his hip, "no fun allowed here?" The younger man's voice was laced with heavy teas.

Yet toji seemed to only narrow his eyes, hand on your hip tightening as he said his goodbyes to Shoko

You were only able to Usher a rushed thank you to the two friends as toji hurriedly pulled you past the white picket fence, earning and apologetic look from the brunette woman.

The ride home was quiet and you knew toji was still mad; if his white knuckled grip and the impala's wooden wheel and reluctance to make conversation didn't assure you, the way the car speed steadily rose did.

You hated when he got like this ; too angry to slow down and fucking think, too angry to fight it out or just fucking talk about it. But a thing with toji taught you anything it was to it was to remember remind Toji of the things that pissed the assassin off.

"Toji?" You tried, voice soft and calm.

"What?" Toji spoke sharply; he nearly jumped at his tone, making note of the way his grip on the wheel tightened.

You swallowed nervously, throat run dry with anxiety, "can you please slow down?"

The cab was hot, so hot your skin prickled with itch and your clothes suddenly felt too tight to your skin, hot with nerve and tension as he eventually slowed the car.

He didn't speak to you the rest of the ride and you didn't speak to him either.

Once toji Pulled into your grave gravel driveway he shut off the Ignition and waited, for what exactly, you weren't sure. So you waited with him, nails picking a stray thread of your skirt as you listened to the traffic on your street pass by.

"To-" you tried once more.

"Shhh," he cut you off softly before stepping out of the truck and heading towards the front door.

You hurried after him, throwing the door shut behind you and kicking your shoes off quickly to lay messing next to Toji's boots.

You followed him up the creaky stairs and into your shared bedroom where he was pulling off his shirt and cargo pants.

"Toji wha-"

"Get on the bed." He said roughly, turned away from your presence at the door. His voice was filled with annoyance, almost as if it was obvious what he was expecting of you.

Nonetheless, you obeyed.

Crawling onto your made bed, legs tucked under you and skirt laid softly against the thick of your thighs, eyes following toji as he made his way around the room.

"Toji?" You spoke softly.

"No." He cut you off, "you sit there and look pretty while I figure what to do with you."

your mouth snaps shut abruptly, shaky palms coming to rest in your lap as you watch him leave to the bathroom. Your mouth pools at the clink of his belt hitting the floor and you find your thighs clenching beneath the plaid of your skirt.

Toji makes his way back into the bedroom, boats thumping against the mahogany wood as he looks you over - a rough finger tucked beneath your chin. You bite the inside of your cheek, suppressing a tight moan as his thumb comes to rest on the curve of your jaw.

"Gojo was all over you at that party today," He mewls, turning your head from side to side as he looks you over with an arched brow, "touchin' and kissin' on ya' as if i wasn't there," his voice deepens, "as if I'm not the one who fuckin' feeds you and fills your tight lil' pussy every night, huh?" he coos as you melt into his embrace.

slick pools between your thighs as his tone, reaching a hand beneath the fabric of your skirt before Toji catches it in his grasp with a mocked chuckle, "Oh no, baby," his voice hardens, "I think you deserve a little punishment for making daddy sit through all that bullshit today."

your eyes widen before your head falls into an shuddered nod when his grasp on your wrist releases, letting your hand fall to the comfort of your lap. he watches you for a minute, still leaned down and looking you over before his hand slinks beneath your skirt, thumb stroking and pressing against the soaked fabric of your panties.

your breath hitches and a breathless moan falls from your swollen lips as he presses a kiss to the soft column of your neck.

"Lay down," he speaks with no room for question, letting you fall to the duvet beneath you.

You watch as he presses himself up from the foot of the bed, pulling at the band of your underwear from beneath your skirt, "lift your hips," he nods towards you and you comply easily, hips lifting from the comfort of the bed.

Your underwear slides down your thighs with ease before Toji's cupping the insides of your knees and pressing your legs into your chest as his tongue runs over your soaked folds.

Immediately you're caught by surprise, a startled yelp spills from your lips and your nails dig into the meat of your thighs as his nose buds at your clit.

Toji watches you from between your shaky thighs, one hand gripping at your knees bundled together and the other pistoning two fingers into your sopping cunt. Silver eyes lower when you moan and reach for him, hands failing to grasp onto anything as the knot of pleasure tightens in your belly.

"Toji-oh!" you cry, eyes squeeze shut as his finger drags along the spongey part of your heat. Your skin feels hot and you're crying beneath his tongue, clit pulsing as he groans, sending waves of pleasure throughout your cunt. "Toji, m'gonna cum-"

He pulls away, letting your legs fall to the comforter before stepping back from the bed. You pant, chest rising and falling heavily as you watch him shrug his jeans off and make his way back to your place on the bed.

You can tell he's taking his time, letting you catch you breath before taking it away again; he's being patient as he maneuvers you onto your hands and knees by your hips gently. Toji pushes the fabric of your skirt over your ass, lining the tip of his cock up to your folds with a hitched groan.

"Mmm," you whine, pressing yourself into him.

Toji catches your hip with his free hand, massaging your raw skin from beneath the soft fabric of your skirt, "Stop, don't push." he scolds lightly, running the tip up and down your folds ruefully before pressing his length into you with a hiss.

He only waits a moment before pulling out to the tip and thrusting back into you to the hilt. Your back arches into the heat of your orgasm immediately, hands grasping onto the ruined sheets of your bed as you sob at the stretch of him.

"Toji, toji, toji!" you chant, the pap, pap, pap, of his balls against your skin sends your mind into a spiral, "please, please," you cry, though you're not entirely sure what it is you're begging for.

Toji seems to know though, know by the hitched sobs in your voice and caught breath as your thighs tense against his own. "Gonna fill this tight lil' cunt up, fill ya' to the brim," he growls, pressing his chest into the hot skin of your back, "needa' show everyone who you belong to."

Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head at the thought of him marking you as his own, at the thought of being his, at the thought of people knowing you're his.

"Ya want that, sweetheart?" his voice softens for only a second as he strokes the side of your head before bringing you into a wet kiss as you nod beneath the hold of his hand.

Toji pulls back from you to press you further into the hot covers, grasping your hand that's grown weak at trying to steady yourself amidst his sloppy thrusts. "Gonna cum," his teeth grind as he groans and he feels you release around him, walls spasming around his cock as he spills into you.

"Fuck, oh fuck," he pants, thrusting lightly as the last of his seed fills you. Toji lets you rest a moment, fully supporting your weight with his hands as he lowers you gently to the ruined bed, removing your skirt and top with a kiss to your temple.

"Mmm," you groan, throwing your arm over your eyes as you roll onto your back, knees knockings together, "Toji," you reach out for him.

He links your hands together as he runs a cold cloth up and down the length of your thighs, pressing soft kisses onto your hot skin in wake of the cool fabric, "Gonna look so fuckin' sexy carrying my lil' brat."

you hit his chest with an embarrassed whine and he only chuckles, grasping your hand in his own and pressing a kiss to your palm with an airy laugh.

inspired by this ask !

nsfw + getting caught + poor megumi </3

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“fuckfuckfuck harder.” you whine, holding onto the sheets for dear life as the raven haired man hammers into you from behind.

“harder? you want it harder?” he teases, tweaking your nipple with a calloused finger. “m’ already going hard baby.” he coos, reaching for your shoulder to use as leverage.

the thing about your habit of fucking your friend’s dad on a school night is that it’s almost impossible to quit once you’ve started.

“so good toji.” you whine, holding on to the headboard as your climax approaches. you don’t notice the sliver of light peeking into the room until it’s too late, slapping a hand over your mouth as a foreign voice fills the room.

“can you drive me to—” megumi pauses, briefly taking in the scene in front of him before immediately turning on his heels.

“oh my god.” he mumbles, slamming the bedroom door shut with a huff.

“jesus kid can you wait till we’re done?” toji yells, still balls deep and rutting into your heat.

the horror you feel is unprecedented, though your thoughts start to slip with each piston of his hips. he didn’t see you, right? otherwise he would have said something… toji does have a big frame, and with the position he has you in it’s reasonable to say that his build is shading a good portion of yours.

“i have work and my car’s out of gas!” the younger man yells back, pacing in front of the bedroom door.

“god..” toji groans, slowing his thrusts to a stop. you’re wound about as tight as a spring under him, anxious at the thought of being caught.

he notices your anxiety with a coo, pressing a sloppy kiss to the nape of your neck.

“y’r okay.” he whispers, massaging the skin in circles with his thumb. “you gonna come baby?” he asks, chuckling when you nod shyly. “yeah, me too.”

“my keys are in your room, kid.” he grumbles at the door, picking his thrusts back up with a huff.

“and megs!” toji yells, ignoring your pointed look as you cum right then and there.

“make sure you give your little friend a ride home later.”

FUELED APOLOGY ☾

angry sex w mma toji, minutes before a match

tags — heavy nsfw, locker room sex, slight exhibitionism (they can def hear), angry toji, marked upp, dumbification, spit kink, cum dump, fingering, locker room sex, soft toji, apologetic toji, biting, unprotected,

the silent treatment was probably the single most annoying thing you could possibly do to toji. he’ll take anything else, yelling, screaming, hitting, kicking… just acknowledge him. but when you’re dead silent, blank stare; pretending he doesn’t even exist! now that makes him feel like shit…

he couldn’t even grasp the depths of your anger, until you began giving him the cold shoulder.

“you can’t answer a text anymore?” he’s leaning over the couch, eye bags dark and heavy, considering he stayed up all night waiting for you to come back home.

you don’t even look at him. you’re just taking off your shoes and padding your way to the bedroom. the door slamming shut. even when he slides under the covers, completely exhausted, his fingers grazing your arm filled with goosebumps, you slide further away.

“stop acting like a child—“ he honestly should’ve kept his mouth shut, next thing he knows, you were grabbing a pillow and dragging your feet down to the living room. he groans into the covers.

it didn’t matter that he’d come down after a few minutes. his fingers brushing your cheek before gently scooping you into his arms and carrying back into bed. his lips brushing your cheek in your deep sleep, so he can doze off beside you. finally able to sleep.

yet the morning would come and you’d be gone again, until he’s staying up again, waiting for you.

“seriously?” he immediately follows you into the bedroom as you ignore his greeting. “I fucking get it, now will you talk to me? I know you’re pissed, so just fucking give it to me!” his chest was boiling as he watched you pull off your clothes, stepping into the shower.

he sat quietly on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, resting his head back as he watched you shower through the steamed glass. his mind was shutting down, he didn’t like fighting with you. he knew he had a temper, and he could be stubborn, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t do anything for you!

his eyes fluttered open hearing you step out of the shower. rubbing his eyes, gaze set on your movements, his following the water droplets slide down the small of your back. the pretty way your nipples start to perk from the change in temperature.

you had to swallow your own love in order to walk past the tired man. he’s been overworking himself these past couple of weeks in order to get in shape for this upcoming match. you wanted to do your best to support him.

you hated seeing him so stressed all the time. but when you decided to try and help him when he was out training on the beach with his team, sprinting from one end to the other. you wanted him to know that you were there for him. even though you were busy with your uni classes and stressed from your own shit, you didn’t want toji to think he was alone.

so you brought your work to the beach, as he trained. was it really support when you’re laughing and chatting and letting every guy known to man, hit on you?! the emperor of mma wasn’t insecure. he knew you’d never do anything. yet, it still sent his blood sizzling, upset that you came here, all for you to start talking to these men—

“y/n!” the sudden shout of your name had your ears perking up, eyes shifting to the broad shouldered man, heaving by the ocean. you didn’t hesitate to grab the energy drink, happy that you can finally help as you sprinted to your boyfriend.

“how’s training? i was getting worried since you haven’t taken a break in so long—“

“what’re you doing?” the cut in his sentence had your brows pinching, still waiting for him to take the drink from your hands.

“nothing? was just waiting for yo—“

“nothing?” he repeats, his green eyes were as dark as the night forest.

“um…” you itch your cheek awkwardly. “i think you’re tired, I also brought some protein bars and sandwiches. just eat one—“

“go home,” he takes the drink from your hand. your eyes shift to his.

“I’ll leave in a couple minutes, I’m just—“

“I don’t wanna fucking see you right now. you’re distracting me, and it’s not helping!” he couldn’t make excuses. was it his fault? he was tired, and you were distracting, laughing and chatting away with these strangers—

“i didn’t mean to distract you. I came to—“

“I didn’t ask. so thanks, but you can leave now,” toji turns away from you, handing back the drink. “text me when you get ho—“ he glances over his shoulder to see you already grabbing your things and leaving.

he was praying that he didn’t fuck this up. especially when he didn’t get a text from you, of course he had to spam your phone with messages asking if you got home safely. was it a relief when he came home to see you already asleep?

“y/n?” his voice is low as he kneels beside the bed, palm gently holding your cute face. so soft. your eyes slowly open, brows pinched as you look at him. “why didn’t you text me?”

“didn’t wanna be a distraction,” your words laced with tired sarcasm.

toji drops his head, letting out a sigh. “seriously?”

“seriously, what?” you snap, sitting up on your elbow.

“it’s not a big deal. I was stressed,” toji’s hand drops on the mattress, as he rubs his eye.

“whatever,” you didn’t even want to bother anymore. you turn over, not wanting to talk to him, but the grip on your shoulder told you otherwise.

“you’re not done talking,” he looks at your pinched expression, clearly pissed off. “what do you want me to do? apologize?”

“you’re such a dick sometimes,” you push his hand away from you. “I was trying to support you, and you don’t even care.”

“I do care!” he groans, why is this so difficult for him? “I just don’t need every dude with a fucking dick, hitting on you—“

“do you not trust me?” you’re practically glaring, which toji hates.

“stupid ass question,” he huffs, standing up. “you don’t think I trust you?” he’s pulling off his dirty clothes, tossing them to the side.

“no I don’t think so,” you sit up, face hurting from how long you’ve been frowning.

“then you’re causing problems for no fucking reason!” he slams the bathroom door, causing the entire room to shake.

“dick,” you mutter, biting your cheek as you hug your legs.

the cold shower was honestly what he needed. once the freezing water hit his back, it ultimately cooled his heated mind. what the fuck did he just start?

“sweetheart?” toji dries his face as he steps out the bathroom. immediately noticing the empty bed. “fuck me.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” toji is pressing his face in your neck, big body hugging your small frame as the steam from the shower slowly slips out. you don’t answer, just twisting the knife even deeper. you were angry, still. “are you gonna come tomorrow?”

you squirt some moisturizer on your fingers, before rubbing it on your face. his chin rests on your shoulder as he watches you through the mirror. if only his fans saw how much of a baby he gets when you give him the silent treatment. he could almost cry right now.

“y/n, please,” his arm squeezes your middle tighter, his beefy arms completely latched onto you as you don’t even bother to meet his gaze. “i need you there.” he mutters quietly. he was so tired, so when you ignore him again he decides to pull himself away.

your heart clenched. were you being too mean? you crawl onto the bed after getting dressed, he’s already asleep. his chest rising and falling as he kept his arm outstretched, an unconscious habit once you started dating, the invitation for your body to snuggle into him, always there.

your fingers gently caress his cheek, sitting beside his chest as you watch the deep even breaths. he always looks so peaceful. his body exuded warmth, practically seducing you into his arms. you wondered if he’ll be alright. yes, you were giving him the cold shoulder, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care.

especially with his habit of fucking you. was he going to be alright. it wasn’t impossible for him not to fuck before a match, but if he didn’t, it usually made him more aggressive in the cage. a couple warnings from the referee was not uncommon.

your lips softly pressed against his, eyes closing as you felt his own lips push back. your heart skipped a beat…he always has this effect on you.

his arm snaked around your waist, laying you down as he immediately hugged your middle, letting your inviting arms hug his shoulders as you caressed his hair coaxing him to sleep.

the moment was so intimate. you almost forgot you were still angry with him. however, toji most certainly did not forget. especially as the stadium erupted in cheers and applause as the fans awaited their fighters.

you sat in the front row. of course you came, you knew how much he’s been training. this silent treatment shit was not going to stop you from still supporting him….but….you felt your heart ache for a moment….it still felt like shit. felt like shit when he wouldn’t acknowledge what you do for him—

“y/n,” tojis manager, shiu’s hand suddenly brought you back.

“what—“

“can you come with me?” shiu was already dragging you up, holding your shoulder as he escorted you.

“what’s wrong?”

“he won’t stop asking for you,” shiu was stressed, clearly. it was less than half an hour before the match, what could possible be wrong with toji?

“did something happen??” you’re suddenly panicking, moving quickly down the hallway. what’s wrong? is he injured? does he feel sick?

“I don’t know, he’s not answering anyone,” you’re bursting into the locker room, eyes immediately falling onto the fighter sitting on the bench, hunched over, face in his hands.

“toji?” you’re immediately leaning down, your hands carefully on top of his as you try to speak. “what’s wrong—“

“everyone out,” toji snaps, his team all looking at one another panicked.

“toji we need to get you ready—“

“everyone fucking out or I’m not doing this match!” he shouts, startling you, but you look over at shiu nodding your head. trying to give them some kind of reassurance.

“we’re waiting outside,” shiu rubs his face, as he closes the door behind the last person. your attention now shifting back to your boyfriend.

“is everything oka—“ his lips suddenly crash into you. fingers firmly holding your jaw as his tongue slips into your mouth. you’re completely caught off guard, hands holding his wrists, whining as he pushes you against the lockers, arm wrapping around your waist pressing you firmly into his chest—

“toji!” you gasp, breath heavy as you meet his gaze. “what’s going on—“

“I do need you,” he groans, aggressively shoving his shorts down to allow his very erect cock to spring out, pre cum leaking out of the tip as he kisses your lips. “don’t ignore me again, i fucking hate it!” he bites your bottom lip, causing your voice to crack, whining. “answer me—“

“toji, they’re outside—“ but he’s already pulling your panties off, lifting your skirt as he drags his fingers through your folds.

“I trained this pussy so well,” he groans, kissing your lips. “ya get so wet just from kissin’ me,” he smiles, knees kicking your legs further apart as you whine, trying to hold his shoulders for balance.

“you never apologized,” you turn your cheek away, disconnecting his lips from yours as you try and catch your breath. “I came here to support you, but that doesn’t mean I forgive you,” your jaw clenched, trying to hold your composure, only to yelp as you felt his teeth sink into your neck.

“you’re pissing me off,” his fingers pushed into your pussy, your walls sucking him as you let out a strangled moan, the squelching wasn’t helping you either. “still have something to say?” he snaps, sucking bruises along your neck and shoulder as he pumps his thick fingers in your pussy, proud of himself as he hears the squelching start to trickle down his fingers.

“toji—“ you’re biting your hand, muffling your moans as your face heats up. so embarrassed that this is happening and you couldn’t even push him away.

“did I cover your mouth?” his words echo as he pins your wrist over your head. “you like talking, so lemme hear you.”

“no—ah ah…they’ll hear me—“ your desperately trying to keep some dignity, but it all leaves the moment you feel your body being lifting in the air.

“you’re such a baby,” he laughs, eyes dark and lips curling, because this was not your toji, no. pre-match toji was a whole different person. he could not afford a single warning or a threat of disqualification in this match.

“I’m not, you’re just a dick—“

“what else?” he can’t help the heat rushing south as he hears your fueled words. suddenly pumping blood into his veins, and his dick.

“you’re mean, and you take me for granted. you don’t apologize unless I ignore you—“ toji groans, as he pumps his hefty cock to your words, still able to hold your up, as he aligns his pulsing cock with your dripping wet folds.

“how mad are you baby?” he’s practically panting.

“fuck you,” and that’s all he wants because he’s dropping you down, shoving his entire dick inside until your eyes burst with tears feeling his thick trimmed hair tickling your clit, completely bottoming out.

“fucking took out my eardrums, puppy,” he’s laughing in your face as he pulls his hips back and shoves his cock inside you again. you were completely dazed, that moment he sank his full length deep in your tummy, your brain automatically turned to mush. he usually took his time when it’s the night before a match, but there was no time now. so he couldn’t hold himself back as he let you take it full force.

you were an absolute mess, crying and letting out broken moans as he pumped his hot cock in your tight hole.

“can’t talk anymore? thought you had so much to say, pup?” he’s sucking your lips, smiling at how swollen and used they’ve gotten as he picks up the pace. the lewd echoes bounced off the walls, your body burning from embarrassment, but it didn’t matter—

“to-toji….do ah hahh you….uh uh..need me?” your eyes were filled with tears as you held his hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp, the other digging into his shoulders as you drooled. such a mess in such a small time.

“of course I—ungh do,” his teeth pull at your bottom lip. kissing you over and over as he draws near his climax. your nails can’t help but dig into his shoulders, pulling at the skin as you feel bite at your neck. “you’re my biggest fucking fan, and I’ll always need you,” his jaw is clenching as he feels your pussy spasming around him. “you cummin’ pup?”

“mhm? ahh— mm oji!” he grips your ass, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. you’re drooling into his lips as he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, groaning as he feels your spit rub inside his mouth. such a filthy girl. you were creaming so fast, squeezing the hell out of his cock as your eyes grew.

“too much…ahhh—wait!” the lockers were shaking as he drove his cock, balls slapping your wet pussy as your legs shook.

“you’re everything, y/n,” your cheeks flare, you loved when he called you nicknames. but when he moans out your name, you can’t help the butterflies that break out. “I love you, so much,” his head tilts back as he shoves his hips deeper in, releasing warm globs of white cum into your warm pussy.

“don’t….ignore…me,” he sighs, thrusting more as you bite your lip, tears sliding down your cheeks as you feel the last bit of his heavy load finally come out as he pulls out. he still holds you up, pumping his cock to release the excess amount of cum on your nasty pussy.

“goes both ways,” you cup his cheeks, bringing him to your lips, smiling as he caresses your ass, giving it a firm slap.

you stumble on your feet, going over to the sink to rinse yourself down there. grabbing a towel—

“keep it in,” his lips nibble at your neck as he runs a hand down between your legs cupping your pussy. your cheeks sting, feeling his big fingers scoop at his cum and shoving it back in, your hand falling to his thick forearm as he pats your cute tummy with his other hand. “you’re my good luck charm, sweetheart,” he licks the bruise on your neck, dropping to his knees to kiss your pussy.

you almost whine, watching him smile up at you, desperate to hold in your composure, especially when he gives you a wink covering your cute little pussy with your panties, and giving it a cute kiss again.

your face was red as he called the team back in. no one said a word about what they obviously heard, especially with the way they avoided looking at you, specifically since toji was staring daggers at them for even asking you if you needed some water….I mean considering what they heard…

once they finished wrapping his gloves, shiu was escorting you back to your seat—

“y/n,” the soft call, immediately had your head turning. eyes so bright as he smiled…a gentle tug, that had your heart skipping a beat. “I am sorry.”

you can only nod, trying to keep your smile from taking over. “i know,” and so does he. all you wanted to know is that he felt remorseful, something that will acknowledge what he did and that he’ll do better, because that’s all you can ask for.

you definitely were a good luck charm. the moment the bell rang, announcing his win, the audience was going batshit crazy. people screaming, and cheering as flashes from photographers blinded the stadium.

everyone already knew his routine. it was even more gossip and cheers when they noticed the marks on his back—

pushing past the cameras and the annoying speakers, until he was jumping down from the cage and letting you leap into his arms, lips latching onto his as he held you up. the matching bruises was definitely something for twitter to run with.

“you liked it?” he muttered against your lips, only for your ears.

“ya! you always look so cool!” you gush, your cute smile sending his heart swelling, your words always hitting him. “I love seeing you fight! but you can be so mean.”

“how so?” he raises a brow.

“some rounds they can’t even catch a break,” you empathize.

“that’s the point, baby,” his hand unconsciously rubs your back, settling you down as you talk to him. your fingers unconsciously caressing the nape of his neck, careful of his own bruises.

“nuh-uh, the point is to have fun….and win—but like you know what I mean,” you roll your eyes, only to look back at toji hearing him laugh. your own lips curling into a smile.

“I guess so,” he dips his head, lips pressing to your warm cheek. “i just need you here to remind me.”

his arms wrap around you, lips brushing yours. “just stay with me…” his kiss was soft. “I’ll be better…just for you.”

he will. unless he wants to loose you. he can change for a princess.

just smt ab mma toji😫 so toxic but so sweet🥹

i’ve got toji brain rot and some time to myself, so here’s toji teaching his virgin gf how to ride

“there you go,” his voice is soft and velvety. you can tell he’s trying his hardest to go slowly and be gentle, but he’s on the verge of breaking. you can feel it, too. his cock is throbbing - fucking throbbing inside you while you bury your face in the sweaty crook of his thick neck.

he doesn’t stop holding your waist for a second. he doesn’t stop guiding your hips, making sure you know exactly how to fuck his cock. you’re leisurely moving your hips now, too nervous to perfectly replicate what he’s been showing you for the past hour.

you keep trying though.

“show me what i showed you, baby. go ahead,” his eyes are slanted, weighed down from the way he’s feeling. you close your eyes, gyrating your hips. your pussy is clenching and unclenching on his cock, walls dragging against the man inside you.

toji sucks in his bottom lip, completely beginning to lose his composure. in a swift movement, his hands are tighter on your waist and his hips move up inside of you until his cock is hitting against the hilt of your wet pussy.

you cry out, toes clenching while you took whatever he was giving you now, nails scratching against his bare back.

“toji, please…” it seems like now your fear has completely vanished. you suck large bruisers onto his already reddened neck while he plunged into you, the sound of his balls smacking against your pussy filling the silence. you’re unable to speak now, but it’s not like you need to. the girth of his cock filling you up and stretching your hole out leaves you speechless.

“fu-uck, that’s a good girl,” he’s out of breath, hips stuttering inside of you while he loses control, forgetting the reason he’d even put you on top in the first place. he was supposed to be helping you help him. “my pretty girl, fucking my cock so good. so, so, so fucking good.”

you can feel him fuck into you a few more times before you’re clamping on him again, pussy gushing in a way you’ve never felt before. to say you felt good was an understatement.

as your vision starts to go black and white, you’re left with the feeling of a hot, thick liquid filling your pussy before toji completely pulls out.

you knew this was far from over, though.

Toji Fushiguro head cannons <3

tw: degradation, very detailed sexual activity, explicit content.

this ain’t no PG shit, this shit rated… PORN. 18+ content- minors do not engage.

sfw

* although he’s big and built like a sexy ass bear and he won’t admit it, he loves being little spoon

* he lacked affection and attention growing up so receiving some from his s/o is reaffirming

* you’re always late to work/school because he refuses to let you off the bed LMAO

* he will lock his big strong arms around you and trap you

* if he wakes up before you he will take a picture of you sleeping

* esp. if you’re a mess he will show you later and tease you

* he holds his phone one hand and types/ presses buttons w his index finger of the opposite hand like a boomer

* his camera roll is full of u and pictures of his truck/ jeep LMAO

* toji will laugh at ur jokes even if they’re not funny he would do a fake laugh then say “good one baby”

* he would shamelessly watch you change

* he’d sit still on the bad and watch you pull up your jeans

* he always asks you to fix something on his phone and computer bc he’s a boomer

* always complimenting your cooking whether it be some waffles or a full home cooked meal

* he would call you the cutest pet names even some funny ones the range goes from “love muffin” to “honey bottom” to “sugar belly” this belly is filled with more than sugar i’ll tell u that

* he would watch your favorite show with you even though he won’t know wtf is going on

* he’d constantly ask what’s going on LMAO and be loud about it too

* once he knows he would be so into it “I KNEW ITHAT BITCH WAS LYING” “SHES A BITCH I WOULD FUCK HER UP”

* definitely an ass man

* he would smack your ass at any given chance and he would not mind if you smack his too

* he’d even DEMAND you to smack it harder LMAOOO

* if you play w his pecks he’d be so into it

* he’ll even ask you to message them

* he loves shirts/shorts anything that reveals your thighs and legs

* he recommends you wear a skirt when he takes you out on date

* and won’t take his hand on your thigh the whole car ride

* toji will hype your up when you get ready

* he’ll even say cringey shit like “slayyyy 🤪” or “go off sis” LMAO

nsfw

* toji will pop the whole titty in his mouth

* just imagine sitting on his lap facing him. his hands are cupping your breasts as he kisses and sucks on your nipples. he starts rubbing and messaging your breast as his tongue plays w your nipple.

* i’m wet

* definitely into spit play

* he will spit on ur mouth, in ur face, in ur asshole and pussy. he’ll ask you to spit in his mouth while your riding

* he’s soooo into tongue kissing

* he’ll use his tongue for everything. he’ll lick you from your mouth down to ur fucking toes

* toji definitely has a foot fetish maybe not a creepy foot fetish but he’ll totally suck some pretty toes

* ANYWAYS he is a nasty mother fucker fr

* he’ll eat ur ass and pussy like a menace

* toji will start off slow and tease you then start edging and over stimulating you

* he won’t stop even if you’re crying

* toji is so vocal when he eats pussy so much moaning and groaning you can feel the vibration of his raspy voice

* he will body worship the fuck out your pussy

* “i love this pretty pussy” “this pussy tastes so good” “fuck your pussy is so pretty”

* he goes at his own pace

* the railing and thrusting will not stop even if you beg (of course you’ll have a safe word)

* his favorite position is doggy

* he’s a fucking dom and he loves having power over you so duhh

* he also loves watching your ass jiggle hehe

* he’s big on the degradation kink but also loves praising you a lil bit here n there

* “i bet you like that dirty slut” “what are you crying for? this is what you wanted, whore” “you take it so good my pretty little slut” <3

toji + lactation kink

this is wonderful oh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Toji & Megumi

rip y/n

Sukuna can knock you off to death in bed! 😩👌

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