toji x crybaby reader <3
content: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smut under the cut !
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toji is a flawed man.
short-tempered, married to his money, slow to show affection. but the one thing he does excel at is comforting you.
he knows you’re a sensitive girl, knows just how easy it is for you to get teary-eyed and red in the face over comments that otherwise seem like nothing to the untrained ear.
you have a kind heart is all, too giving to a world that only knows how to take. he tells you that every time you break down in his arms, thick hands rubbing circles into the small of your back.
his father would have slapped him across the face for crying. called him soft, whiney like a girl. put him to work for the rest of the day to shape him into a man.
he wasn’t his father though, and you weren’t a zenin.
you were soft in the best way, tender-hearted and too trusting. a daisy among weeds, swaying idly in the too-strong wind. nothing like a zenin, nothing like him.
he hadn’t the faintest clue what to do the first time he’d seen you get upset, standing there in the kitchen like a fool while you babbled on the phone with his bank.
it was a fraudulent charge, small, maybe only 10 dollars. probably dropped his card while paying for gas again, not the end of the world. the customer service rep assured you that much.
it was the principal, you sobbed. you’d lost his card and hadn’t even noticed. why wasn’t he upset with you?
he doesn’t know why he didn’t just tell you it was okay. that he didn’t have it in him to ever be cross with you, be it a ten-dollar charge or a thousand-dollar charge.
instead he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling your body flush with his to press soft kisses to the crown of your head.
you were warm there, warm everywhere really. the thrum of your blood heating your skin from the inside out. toji liked that about you, how you offset the perpetual cold of his much larger hands.
physical touch was something he knew well. toji wasn’t—still isn’t good with words, opting to stay silent and just hold you while you sniffled into the receiver. he got the message across, he always does.
his methods are unorthodox for that very reason. he doesn’t comfort you with his tone, he does it with his body. whether it be thick arms squeezing you until you get your breathing under control, large hands tracing shapes into your tummy until you stop spluttering, or toned legs splaying wide to let you crawl into his lap, resting on him until your bodies reach the same temperature.
toji fucks you on your good days, likes to tease you, get you squirming. the key difference is that he makes sweet love to you on your bad ones. holding you flush to his chest while he rocks into you under the safety of your shared blankets.
you feel like a furnace under him every time, heat radiating off your body and into the deeper parts of his soul.
he gets mouthy once the feeling of you wrapped around him flicks that little switch in his brain. turning off the mental barrier between him and his inability to use his words.
“sweet girl,” is what he calls you, eyes never leaving yours.
“gotta stay close to me, gotta keep you safe, huh?”
and keep you safe he does, tucking your face into the curve of his neck so you don’t have to look anywhere but him. letting you moan, and pant, and sigh into his skin while he rocks against that special spot situated deep in your core.
he goes harder when you ask him to. not faster, but harder—he knows the difference, letting the resistance in his hips subside so he can sink to the hilt over and over.
the juxtaposition makes his head spin. how do you manage to sound so sweet while asking for something like that? able to melt his heart even on the brink of orgasm.
you kiss him when he fills you up, letting him sink on top of you with a huff and a shy laugh. he listens as you open up about the good parts of your day, his soft hums of agreement spurring you on.
toji wishes he was taught to articulate himself better. he’s trying, he really is. though the “i love you” he says into your skin seems like his best shot at a start.
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a/n: in my jjk era lol
“stop your whimpering—ngh.. m’ almost fuckin’ finished .. shit.”
“put your hands back on my thigh and stop touching yourself.”
“you bought these for me? jesus—fuck, they look stunning on you ..”
“yes we can .. just keep those pretty little moans all to yourself,”
“wider baby .. you’ve got to stop fuckin’ closing your legs on me.”
“can i take them off for you?”
“i know it hurts .. how bout i rub that pretty clit hm? … s’ starting to feel nice now huh?”
“fuckin’ gorgeous ass tits .. fuck ..”
“m’ not stopping, so shut the fuck up.”
“you got my goddamn sheets wet.”
“do i need to fuckin’ cuff your hands? stop covering your face then.”
“stop running and take it. you begged for it, so take it.”
“hurts huh? stop your fuckin’ lyin,”
“let’s go slow then pretty, slow .. just like that ..”
“hold it. or i’m gonna make you wish you had.”
“stop apologizing and just pull your panties down already,”
“no, i’m not fuckin’ done.”
“does it hurt? i didn’t prep you tonight like i usually do .. s’ it different?”
“i love it when you get all embarrassed .. s’ cute.”
“i don’t care how tired you are, open your damn legs.”
I just know toji would fuck the sadness out his s/o. Mana it’s just so horny like you’re crying about having a bad day while he’s balls deep inside you like “uh huh. Then what happened pretty thing?” Just stroking the sweaty stands of hair away as he admires the fat tears he loves to see spill out those big eyes and he’s just slowly thrusting in and outta you
It could also be a scare for him. Like first time you wanted to cry, he was already fucking you but it wasn’t like you to continuously push him away sobbing so he asked what was wrong and he was so glad to hear it wasn’t cuz he was hurting you or anything like “next time you wanna cry while I’m balls deep inside ya, let me know. My heart almost stopped” maybe not smt he would say but you get it. He just wants to treat his girl and fuck all those tears out like the good boyfriend he is. He can’t be having his gf be sad around him no 😤
DAMNNN ANON JUST WRITE A WHOLE STORY ALREADY 😭
like, just imagine toji helping you with letting go of all of these emotions by fucking you stupid until you can't even remember why you were crying in the first place.
I 100% agree with you, he definitely wouldn't be able to let his little girlfriend be bothered and sad around him, if fucking you senseless is a way for you to relieve some stress so be it. he'd fuck you every night deep into the mattress of your bed, saying shit like:
"let it all go for me sweetheart I'm here for you."
no because the comfort and feeling of safety he would provide you is just insane 😭
every night you would fall asleep with a smile on your face, your shitty day already long forgotten and some of his cum dripping down your thighs.
holy moly
images that melt and disfigure and decapitate you
toji with a whiny bratty gf :3
tags. mean dom!toji x female reader. manhandling, mating press, daddy kink, degradation, breeding, size difference, toji calls u ‘little girl’ & ‘ma’ at the end.
you had lost count of how many times you’ve begged toji to forgive you for your behaviour earlier. he had you pinned to the couch, body pressed into a mating press with your big, beefy boyfriend hovering inches above your face.
it all happened because you were acting up while toji was on the phone. he was calling his agent regarding some business and that’s when you randomly decided to be a brat. you were teasing him by ‘unintentionally’ grinding against his crotch as you cuddled.
toji tried to make you to stop by giving you death stares, tightening his grip on your waist and gritting his teeth. despite all of that, you still acted like you didn’t know the impact your actions had on him.
once the call ended, the phone went flying onto the carpet beneath you. you were easily flipped on your back and your clothes were ripped off in under a few seconds. there was a fire in toji’s eyes; you were not getting away from his wrath this time.
“sorry—‘m sorry, daddy! nhhh, sorry!” your hands were clenching onto toji’s biceps, his arms on either side of your body. toji was steadying himself on his arms which made the veins on them even more visible.
your pussy was forced to stretch out and accommodate to toji’s thick girth as he currently didn’t possess the mercy to give you a break, “too late now, ain’t it?”
there was no backing out now. you had asked for it the moment you decided to tease him. toji had given you enough warnings beforehand to remind you of the consequences of such foolish actions,
“where’d that bratty attitude go, hm?” toji scoffs. your confidence from earlier had gone extinct as you were reduced to a whiny, teary-eyed mess underneath him;
“ya really thought i’d let you off the hook after that shit you pulled?” toji mocks you with a mean grin, “tha’s real cute.”
you sobbed and your words were getting a bit jumbled up from the way your boyfriend was using and abusing your overstimulated pussy to release his frustrations, “mmnhh ! n-never doin’ again— never d-doin’ it again,”
your promising words were answered by a simple haughty chuckle. toji knew that you’d do it again. you like to be a brat and you absolutely love the reaction you get out of him each time. you enjoyed the thrill of messing around with a man like him who could easily manhandle you and get what he wants, whenever he wants.
the teasing on your part was all fun and games until it wasn’t anymore and toji’s degrading and fucking you brainless. he always had the last laugh. that’s how your relationship is.
“t-toji— mhhhngg ! please..” your plea was left unfinished once you felt more pressure on your body—toji putting more of his weight on you to hit deeper into your cunt. your eyes rolled back and your lips were parted to let out soft moans instead of proper words.
“fuckin’ pathetic,” toji grunts, savouring the way your small body was struggling underneath him. your entire vision was obstructed by his bulky physique. it’s all you could see through the tears; “my little girl jus’ needed a cock to shut that pretty mouth up.”
you nod along to his words since, at this point, you couldn’t even think straight anymore. it truly felt like you were being broken by your boyfriend as your legs were stuck in the air, his hips slamming against yours in an inhuman pace, his balls clenching as toji desperately wanted to fill your womb up to the brim with his seed—breeding you full, which gave him a sense of ownership over you in the heat of the moment.
and once he eventually finished and dumped his big load into you?
“ass up, ma.”
toji’s already putting you in another position. even if his dick went limp after having his earlier orgasm; he knows he’ll be hard again in under a few seconds. he can easily cum over and over, as long as his semen was well-spent and put in your cunt.
you weren’t going to catch a break today.
Gorgeous gorgeous girls are a tad bit delusional🎀
BYE CAN WE THIRST OVER BIKER TOJI OMG
YES YES WE CANDJASHBD
no but actually tho, i don’t know shit about bikes (got burned by one when i was little, traumatizing) but that just makes it better not the burning part obviously. LIKE what i would give to be his personal bimbo cheerleader. better yet his favorite flag girl that he strives to impress every race.fuck a winning trophy all he needs is some pretty pussy on his dick to rev him up (lol motor vehicle puns ). shoving his gloved fingers into your mouth when he fucks you hard enough to make his trailer shake. god or even better teaching how to sit properly on his prized possession, where to put your feet explaining in detail what every gear or whatever the fuck else is on there does. i don’t care no one cares or can even focus,because even while he’s explaining his hands are shoved under your mini skirt thick fingers rubbing between your ridiculously… soaked lips,making a mess all over the saddle and shining up the leather. might even make make you grind yourself against it even with people walking in and out of the garage oh LORD OH LORDIAJJSND i went too far.
just enjoy the silence and alex’s hands
jackson: when you're scared, you need someone that's stoic and calm and stuff
aleksa: yeah. (looks at alex)