THINGS TOJI SAYS IN BED

toji luvs to slap your pussy till you make a mess f’him <3 he’s so mean abt it too ⭐️ won’ give you anything until you cum for him that way ! you want his cock ? s’too bad ! calls you his dumb pretty baby, drags a finger between your folds before slamming his hand down against your drooling pussy . . . it hurts so good <3 “toji ! feels like i need t’pee !” and he’ll slap your pussy even harder, “give it t’me princess” until youre squirting and make a mess on his lap ! he’d coo at you, giving you whiplash by placing kisses onto your puffy pussy. “messy girl . . .”

smut, 18+, mdni

nasty!toji who spits on your pussy while eating you out just to watch it slide down your puffy folds until it dips to your entrance. shoving his tongue inside your hole and fucking his saliva deeper inside, chuckling against you when he feels you clench around his hot tongue. “you like that, sweetheart?” words hot and thick against your sticky cunt.

toji gets impatient with not having an answer and pulls away just to spank your pussy. “asked you a question,” he barks in a sharp tone, catching your attention. you immediately squeal, voice breaking with a “y-yes! oh god, i love it, toji!” you can barely make out a muffled, “good girl” before he’s spreading your folds open wide, watching as you blossom pink and flushed for him before licking up your slit and sucking your clit directly into his mouth.

nasty!toji who lets his tongue wander when he’s going down on you, slipping inside your ass and feeling your pussy clench around his fingers that are still stuffing your cunt full. “quit squirmin’, mama,” he pulls his fingers out, coated in your slick, just to meanly slap your pussy twice before spreading your thighs further.

his tongue licking around your puckered hole, the one no one’s touched, “gonna let me be your first doll? want me to fill you up the way no man ever has?” his voice deep and rough, eyes flaring with something possessive, getting off on corrupting you.

nasty!toji who fucks you hard just to see you squirt on his chest. his thrusts are nothing short of cruel, swollen tip pushing against your abused g spot over and over again. you feel the pressure building, your thighs threatening to close from the intense feeling but toji won’t have it.

no, his calloused palms are shoving your legs apart and driving his hips even harder into the same spot. you try to warn him, voice wavering with each rough crash of his pelvis against your ass, but he only presses his hand down on your lower stomach, amplifying the sensation until you finally spray.

his chest is glistening from your gushing pussy and you feel a wave of embarrassment knowing you’re the direct cause for the sheen on his abs. before you can think too much about it, toji’s pulling out and diving face first into your cunt.

he licks at your folds, thumb rubbing harsh circles into your clit as your juices continue to flood his face despite you trying your hardest to make it stop. he runs his face back and forth across your silky skin and groans hoarsely, basking in your taste as he shoves his tongue inside your pussy.

“toji!! s’ too much—fuck!” you cry out, muscles giving out as you try to push his head away. he pulls his head back only to spit on your pussy, giving her two more rushed licks before sitting up on his knees once more, stroking his cock and fucking you right back in the same rhythm, a dirty combination of slick and squirt decorating the lower half of his face, coating his lips and that damn scar you love so much.

nasty!toji who fucks you in missionary just to watch you cry. the way he rams his cock into you is nothing short of mean, his eyes half lidded in lust and his fingers intertwined with your own as he holds them above your head. you’re rendered helpless, forced to take every rough thrust of his hips even when it’s too much. your cunt begins clenching around him too tight, the slight pain that the stretch of his fat cock gives you growing more intense with each relentless thrust.

you can’t even help the big tears welling up in your lash line or your bottom lip quivering as you begin to pout at him. “t-toji, it’s too deep. fuck, you’re too deep!” you begin to whine out, head turning back and forth against the plush pillow, body being run for all its worth and feeling the twitches throughout your frame in an unfamiliar pattern—you’re at your limit. and he’s still not through.

“just gotta make sure i get all of it, you know this, ma,” his nose is dragging along the column of your throat, his balls slapping wetly against your ass as he ensures every inch of his cock is snug inside your overstimulated pussy. your eyes shut and the tears begin to fall, your heels digging into the dip of his spine to pull him even deeper, body conflicting itself and somehow still begging for more.

“there she is, that’s—shit—that’s my good girl,” he praises once he feels you pulling him in even closer, head pulling back to look you in the eyes before flattening his tongue against your jaw, licking all the way up your cheek and savoring the salty taste of your tears.

“taste so sweet when you’re cryin’ for it. this poor little pussy can’t get enough even with all your whinin’,” his words are punctuated with a rumbly chuckle before he begins lapping at the opposite side of your face. his wet tongue moves slowly across your skin, the humiliation causing soft sobs to fall from your swollen lips but his hips never stop moving. his leaky tip rams against your cervix with each thrust while he presses a wet kiss to the corner of your eye. “so pretty when you cry, just makes me wanna fuck a baby into ‘ya.”

nasty!toji who can’t help himself from eating his own cum out of your pussy. he’d long since lost count of how many times he felt your cunt flutter around him, coming over and over from his insatiable desire to fuck you for all he’s worth. he didn’t give you time to recover after an orgasm, and if you’re honest, you can’t be sure you can tell the difference between one ending and the next one washing over your overstimulated body.

toji had inhumane stamina and sex happened to be one of the places it showcases the best. he can go for hours, never getting bored of your broken moans ringing through his ears or that frothy ring of your cum that coats the base of his dick. but when he does finally come, it doesn’t mean he’s anywhere close to being done with you.

nasty!toji fills you with so much of his cum that it can’t possibly all fit inside of your poor, abused pussy. it spills out even with him still driving his hips forward to push it deeper, making a mess of your thighs and his heavy balls as it overflows. toji simply doesn’t care and groans out in a raspy tone as he feels his orgasm last longer than normal, his cock somehow still filling you with more of his hot, sticky load.

when he eventually pulls out, he’s immediately dropping to his stomach and pushing the backs of your thighs towards your chest. you’ve never looked so messy before, he’s sure of it, as he licks up the thick stream of white pouring out of your sloppy folds. his eyes shut as he revels in the taste of your combined cum, bumping your clit with his nose while his tongue laps at your quivering entrance as he cleans up the mess he made of you.

you're gorgeous you're beautiful you look like linda evangelista

Stop i have never cried this much while reading a fan fiction 🥲

His new wife; toji fushiguro

Genre: angst

here is the part one

update: part three

When Toji walked into his house, he was exhausted and he needed a good warm bath to loosen the tension on his muscles. The lights on the living room flickered up as he pressed on the switch but the small figure that always curled on the sofa wasn't there.

He wondered if something was going on with his wife. Lately, she had been... distant.

He wasn't expecting her to be all smiles at the crack of dawn or anything, but she just wasn't as cheerful as she used to be. He found the time he spent talking to her had shortened too.

Well, he was a man of a few words to begin with and it was her who did most of the talk - was she not feeling well?

He stepped inside his bedroom, it was dark and there was a small lump of duvet on his bed - covering the figure of his wife. He thought she had fall asleep but when he was the dim brightness, she was still using her phone.

Oh yeah, his wife loved using her phone too.

"Not asleep?"

She peaked her head out of the duvet as she sheepishly replied, "Just woke up. Have you eaten? Do you want me to reheat the food?"

"No need. I'm tired." He stripped down to his nakedness and the sound of dripping shower was all she heard before she turned on her side and slept.

Lesser and lesser, she had lose all interest in him.

If it was 2 months ago, she'd be willing to stay up all night - waiting for his return because she just missed him so much. But what was left to miss? He barely spared his time with her, let alone attempt to reconcile this marriage.

Morning came in a blink of eye, Toji scoffed at the bright ray peeping from the curtains. He looked at his phone and it was already 7.15 a.m. His wife's side on bed was cold, so he went to the kitchen.

Megumi was sitting on the sofa, as cute as ever with his school uniform and Toji ruffled his hair, earning a groan from the small child.

"Megumi, check your bag properly. Don't leave any books behind. Your teachers complained that you always forgot to bring your books."

She came out from the little boy's room, carrying a few books in her hand. The father and son looked at her with something in their mind but they didn't say anything.

Today, she tried to dress up.

They said she looked like a commoner, not an ounce of elegance in her style so she altered her preference. But she found herself becoming a hollow shell of someone who wasn't her.

Last night, she woke up to a text from her friends that they had planned out a simple reunion for ex-classmates and she was excited to see how her friends have changed. Maybe some of them have married.

"Where are you going?" Megumi was the first to ask and she didn't turn around to look at him, continued walking straight to the door and fetched her nude high heels. She signaled him to come closer, taking out the small white shoes.

Kneeling to the ground, she helped Megumi to balance himself as he placed his small hand on her shoulder. She still hadn't reply, only smiled faintly before she grabbed the keys.

Toji was waiting for an answer but judging from her silence, he knew she was keeping something to herself. His temple throbbed a little.

"Answer that child."

She was busy sorting out her bag, rummaged through her stuff and replied,

"I'm meeting up with my friends."

"While dressing up like that?"

She looked into his eyes and saw the ridicule in his tone. Disappointment and embarrassment, she knew she looked ugly but hearing it from him first hand, she could only swallow her tears and smiled weakly.

"Dad, I'm sick of the canteen food. I already know how to use money and pay for my foods, so can you please tell her to make my lunch box again?"

Toji was driving his way to his home after picking up his son from the school. When he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but ask,

"What are you talking about? You can tell her by yourself. Why are you asking me that?"

"But you said you were trying to teach me how to use money!"

"Since when-" Toji paused. So she hadn't cook for his son and used his name as an excuse. If she was working too, he didn't mind it and would gladly take a nanny to take care of it but she was so eager to play her 'motherly' role. That was why he didn't say a thing.

So she had been living off his money without doing a thing for his family?

He already knew that marrying a new wife would be a problem. Originally, he thought she'd make a good mother but she was too conceited.

She always feel like she deserved some sort of place in his house when he fed her luxury and wealth. He didn't plan to build a family with her; he was satisfied if she continued being filial.

While he was in his own thoughts, his phone screen lighted up - an unfamiliar contact was displayed as an incoming call. He swiped right,

"Toji Fushiguro here. Who's on the phone?"

It was silence before he heard the man muttered his name. Oh, it was his father-in-law.

The call was short but the old man sounded desperate as he hinted that he needed legal advices on the current case his company had fallen to. Toji was already annoyed at his daughter so his answers were curt and uninterested.

The old man on the other hand, stared at his cheap phone as his son-in-law hang up on him. He said that he was driving and he'd contact him sooner. But this old man smiled weakly. He wasn't conceived by the white lies. That handsome man didn't even save his number.

Just when the clock ticked to 8 p.m, the main door was pushed open and she immediately arranged her heels on the rack. It was quiet. Maybe Megumi was doing his homeworks and Toji was probably out again.

But as she went to the bedroom, her husband was already waiting with his defeating silence. She felt scared and waited for his remarks.

"Don't use my name as an excuse if you want to be lazy. Start packing his lunchbox again. That's the least you could do as his mother."

Ah, so it's about this.

She nodded, her body felt sluggish and all the excitement, happiness she enjoyed from the small reunion vanished completely. She was tired of this.

The texts she received from her father made it hard for her to continue sharing the same bed with her husband. Her father was kind as ever, replying to her that he didn't want to bother Toji with such a small case like his.

He said that he would seek another lawyer for a legal advice and took the right actions, his son-in-law had many important things to deal with it. But her eyes couldn't stop tearing up, so my father isn't among the many important things?

She laid down in the huge bed, facing to the other side with her back to Toji. What was she even thinking when she thought this prestigious Zenin family would take her in? A Cinderella fairytale?

His new wife had became more of a stranger after that night. He wanted to brush it off, because who knows that maybe she was acting this way to grab his attention?

He left it be for a week, expecting her to return to her original self after he gave her a few space but what came in return was a short text in his phone, telling him that she wouldn't be at home for a while because his father-in-law's health had been declining.

The stress and anxiety regarding the legal case caused her father to fell from his great health. She knew that she had to ask for help from her husband but the more she remembered how she was treated in that house, all that left was a bitter taste in her mouth.

"What's wrong, honey?" Her mother touched her face with so much love and concerned. She pitied how her parents wanted her to grow a family yet what came to her was a role of a dead ex-wife.

She had enough.

From 4 months, became 4 years.

From a new wife, became a wife.

From a hopeful figure, became a hollow shell.

Megumi watched his step-mother packed his lunchbox, adding the fruit juice he liked before he pushed a sticker note to her way. Her solemn eyes stared to the bright note with nothing before he said,

"You used to write me little notes. Do it again. I like it."

She wanted to laugh. Laugh at how innocent his request was and how much she hated it. So she grabbed the black pen, and wrote a simple;

"Eat well. - *insert name"

Megumi smiled and took a look but his smile vanished bit by bit after he read it. The lengthy wish he expected was only two words. And to make it worst, it didn't end like how she used to write.

It ended with her name, instead of 'mom'.

That was the first time he felt like a huge slap to his face. Because he used to put up a fight that she wasn't his mother and always cursed her for stealing his mother's place.

So after years of harsh words, she learned to accept her position. She wasn't his mother and she didn't intend to become one either.

She had learned to accept that she wasn't needed and she was okay with that.

"Hurry. He is waiting outside." She turned her back to Megumi, walking to the sofa before she laid down and began to switch the TV channels. Her eyes stared at the bright colors from the screen,

Megumi clutched his lunchbox and he remembered how she used to hold his hand, guided him to the gate and even planted a small kiss on his cheek which he always refused.

Maybe he was being over sensitive, but he couldn't help but cried a little when he couldn't recall how her perfume smelled because it had been so long since she last hugged him.

This was the redemption he had to pay. This would be the second time he was left behind by his mother; one left him for the grave, and the other one left him for her own good.

Taglist: @ultra-heyitsme @mangomo @azei

fr.

jackson: when you're scared, you need someone that's stoic and calm and stuff

aleksa: yeah. (looks at alex)

hello

Omg please please please write another fic about needy cry baby gf and Toji 😫🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

thinking abt him not realizing when he’s being mean because he grew up in a house full of boys where insults were a form of affection :( we’ve all got a little bit of crybaby reader in us me finks

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

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a sea of limbs dance and weave around the court with intricacies you won’t even pretend to understand, leaving you more confused with each passing minute.

you remind yourself that you’re here for toji, wanting to spend more time with him regardless of whether you were into the activity.

toji liked it, so you liked it. at least before the game got confusing.

“that was two points, right?” you ask him, trying to make sense of the shot a player had just made.

toji pauses, holding the chilled end of his beer can to the back of his neck.

“three, baby.” he corrects, kicking his work boots off. the older man relaxes into the soft embrace of the couch with a groan, propping his feet up on the ottoman.

“right… right.” you realize, listening as the announcer gives a rundown of what just happened. you look over and gauge his expression, searching for any acknowledgment of what you’d just said.

“sorry, not really a basketball fan.” you joke, hoping to alleviate the awkward air.

“not that smart either, huh?” toji chuckles, taking a sip of his beer.

your stomach drops at the comment. blood rushes to your ears as humiliation takes over, eyes welling up with hot tears.

you knew he was 100% joking. that’s just how toji was around the people he loved.

you were being too sensitive, right?

the two of you had discussed instances like this before, the older man explaining that that was truly just how he spoke to people.

he never meant to upset you, in fact he’d rather hang than ever hurt you on purpose. his words, not yours.

toji has promised you he was working on it, trying to choose his words more carefully around you.

that’s all it was, you tell yourself. a simple slip of the tongue.

or was he truly mad at you this time?

nope. just a joke. you tell yourself, fiddling with a loose thread in your sleeve to distract from the lump in your throat. you try to inhale around the blockage, accidentally releasing a sob that alerts toji right away.

“hey.” he mumbles, setting his drink down to look at you. calloused hands cradle your face as the older man takes a close look at you.

you pull away, trying to compose yourself. just a joke! you remind yourself.

a joke, not serious. just. a. joke.

“nonono, hey it’s okay.” he whispers, eyes blowing wide as he realizes the gravity of the situation.

“i’m sorry sweetheart, i’m sorry.” he pleads, muting the tv to focus on you.

“m’ not stupid.” you whimper, wiping each eye with the back of your hand.

“course not pretty girl.” he whispers, rubbing your back in soft circles. “i’m sorry, you know that’s j—“

“just how you talk.” you mumble, not sure if his explanation actually made it ok.

“but.” he starts, pulling you into his lap with a grunt.

“that’s not an excuse, right?” he asks you, clearly remorseful.

“need to watch my mouth around my girl, huh?” he chuckles, still rubbing small circles up and down your back.

“it’s ok.” you conclude, resting your head on his shoulder as he presses soft kisses to your cheeks and forehead.

“hate making you upset.” he tells you firmly, nuzzling into the crown of your head.

“you wanna watch something else?” he asks, placing the remote in your hand. “movie, youtube?”

you crawl out of the older man’s lap and onto the couch, pulling up prime to scan the comedy section.

“i fucking hate basketball.” you giggle, the man beside you breaking out in full blown laughter as you press play on the remote.