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BJ from your fave

warnings: top/dom reader + reader has a dick + age gap(barely mentioned) + blowjobs + hair pulling + bit of dacryphilia + choking + dick stepping + toji is a masochist + also a bit of a cumslut

★ Toji Fushiguro is a wickedly handsome man, and you've 100% fell for his charms. From his piercing green eyes, to the ragged scar etched onto his face, and when your eyes wandered further, his sculpted body that you could drool over for hours. No matter where or when you saw him, whether he was gambling his money away at a casino, or making shady deals in a dark alleyway, it was like he could never be caught not looking his best. It would actually be really annoying if you didn't find him so damn attractive.

Even now, when he's taking your dick deep in his throat, he looks fucking mesmerizing. You watch as his head bobs up and down on your length, leaving a traces of spit on your dick every time he lifts his head up. His dexterous tongue works its way around your cock, licking up all he beads of pre spilling from your tip. You swear it feels long enough to wrap around your whole shaft.

Toji suddenly stops sucking you off, leaving a string of shiny spit as he removes mouth from your dick. "You going to stand still forever," he says with a husky voice, pressing a kiss to your tip. "Or are you actually going to fuck my throat like you promised?" His clear green eyes narrow, mouth stretching into that smirk he knows you can't stand. He might have gotten you there, but you were going to keep true to your promise.

"Really thought you we-- mmMPphh!" Toji's eyes widen as you grip his hair and push your dick in his mouth. Without giving him a break, you feed him more of your dick, inch by inch, while his eyes begin to water and he nearly chokes. "Mmnghh! Uhmnghh...mhghh--!" Toji can barely even breathe! Your thick cock stretching his throat out way quicker than when he was blowing you at his own pace. His face is now red as a strawberry and the tears in his eyes are threatening to spill. His hands fist the fabric of your clothes. All Toji can do was moan and slurp on your cock while you had your way with him. He wasn't fighting back though. This was exactly what he wanted.

"I told you'd I'd fuck your throat raw, didn't I?" you growl, pulling him off your dick until his mouth only rests on the tip. You then slam your cock into Toji's mouth, hitting the back of his throat. Finally properly fucking his mouth, you thrust into his wet heat, savoring the sensation of his tongue sliding across your shaft and his throat tightening around your dick.

Toji can only take your dick deeper and deeper into his throat and he couldn't get enough of it. His scalp is throbbing with pain from your rough treatment, his throat burns, and his cock is so fucking hard it hurts and he just isn't able to hold back anymore-- He couldn't help it! Your cock was ramming into his throat so roughly and he was being deprived of oxygen, just enough to make him delirious with pleasure. He reaches a hand down, attempting to relieve himself. He's only able to take his dick out of his pants when you kick his hand away.

"Not this time," you say, giving him a mockingly sweet smile. Then, you stamp your foot down on Toji's cock, crushing it. Toji's eyes snap wide open and roll back into his head. "HhhNGGH♡! Gghhh-- Mnggghh♥!" His moans sharply reach a higher pitch and his back arches. The pain coursing through his veins is so fucking overwhelming that he ends up cumming hands-free, barely even aware of his orgasm.

"Unghhh, mhgnn, nnhh..." Toji's half-lidded eyes rolled, his crushed cock still throbbing like mad. His body was still twitching from the aftershocks of his strong orgasm. Your cock was still slamming into his tight throat as strong as ever. You were pleased to see him cum before you, untouched, and it only brought you closer to your climax.

"You've had your fun Toji," you say with a coy smile, pulling him fully off your dick foe the last time. "Now it's my turn." With that, you slam your cock down his throat a few more times before pushing his head down to the base and keeping it there while you cum down his throat. Toji keens as your cum paints his throat white. He eagerly swallows your cum, barely even able to taste it as it as it goes down his throat. With a relieved groan, you pull your softening cock out of Toji's mouth and take his hair into your hand, raising his head to look up at you. Toji looks dazed, his eyes a bit cloudy and wet with tears. His face is still a brilliant shade of red, and his mouth is wide open, tongue out as he swallows gulps of fresh air. You almost wanted to shove your dick in there again...

"You can't be doing stuff like that with me. I'm getting older you know," Toji grumbles. He's now sitting against the wall, recovering from the brutal face fuck he received less than half an hour ago. You roll your eyes. "You're not that old, Toji. You're not getting sympathy points from me." Still though, you didn't want to leave him. It'd probably make you feel like a horrible person if you face fucked a guy, manhandled him, and stepped on his dick, only for yo to leave him to take care of himself. "Hey... you want to get a drink? Alcohol probably won't help with your throat, but I'm sure that's not your biggest concern anyway."

"...Sure."

PAINSLUT TOJI, MAYBE???!!! 18+ NSFW

(edited, enjoy!)

You were lying in bed, reading a book, when Toji finally came home. The door creaked open and he stepped inside, sluggish and quiet.

“I’m back,” he grunted, not even glancing your way before heading straight into the bathroom.

You raised an eyebrow, eyes drifting to the closed door. He didn’t look hurt—just... drained. You waited, listening to the sound of the shower starting up, then the low sigh that followed.

When he finally came out, he was toweling off his hair, another towel hanging low on his hips. His muscles flexed with each swipe, water still dripping down his chest. You let your eyes linger for a second too long before smirking.

“How was your day, baby?” you asked, setting your book aside.

“Absolute shit,” he muttered, walking over and flopping down face-first onto the bed “That guy’s gonna kill me.”

You shifted to face him. “Who?”

“My new training partner.” His voice was muffled by the pillow.

You nudged his shoulder playfully. “Aren’t you supposed to be super strong? Don’t tell me you’re getting soft.”

“Gimme a break,” he grumbled, not even bothering to lift his head.

You smiled and shifted over to straddle his hips, hands starting to knead the tension in his back.

He let out a long, low groan. “Yeah, that’s good,” he mumbled.

You kept working on him, thumbs digging into the spots that felt the most tense, feeling the stress slowly melt out of him. He made little grunts and sighs, equal parts pain and relief.

“You enjoying this?” you asked, leaning forward a little, lips brushing his ear.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed. “Don’t stop.”

You shifted again, your weight pressing into his lower back.

“Where you goin’, baby?” he murmured, lifting his head a fraction.

“God forbid a girl gets tired,” you said, brushing your hair out of your face. “Flip over.”

He let out a low groan and rolled onto his back, eyes half-lidded, body spent. You straddled his hips, dragging your fingers down his chest slowly. He shivered under your touch, his hands moving lazily to your thighs.

You started rolling your hips against him, just a little. Just enough.

“Don’t start this,” he muttered, voice tight. “I’m serious—I’m beat.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “What d’you mean?”

Toji met your gaze, jaw clenched, clearly fighting the urge to move. “You know what.”

“Too tired to fuck me?” you teased, leaning in to kiss his jaw.

“I wanna,” he admitted, “but my body’s not keeping up right now.”

“That’s fine,” you whispered, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head.

“You don’t have to do anything.”

Toji groaned, head pressing back into the pillow.

He was used to being in control, used to flipping you over and fucking you until you couldn’t breathe. So being under you like this—unable to do anything but feel—was killing him in the best way.

“You just can’t wait, huh?” he muttered, his breath catching as your hips rocked again, slow and deliberate.

“Do you not want this?” you asked, peppering soft kisses along his neck.

“You know I do,” he breathed, eyelids fluttering shut. “But you’re playing dirty.”

You grinned, sliding your hand down his stomach, undoing the towel. His cock sprang free, already thick and hard, twitching under your touch. You wrapped your fingers around it, stroking slowly from base to tip, teasing the sensitive underside with your thumb. Toji bit his lip hard, holding back the shiver that racked his body.

You kissed your way down his chest, trailing lower until your breath fanned over his tip. He sucked in a sharp breath, and you smiled against his skin before pressing a kiss to the base of his cock.

“God, this is embarrassing,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

You tried not to laugh. “You look pretty good from down here,” you said, licking a slow stripe up his shaft.

He twitched and flinched as the muscles in his thighs tensed beneath your palms.

Then you took him into your mouth—slow, steady, letting him stretch your lips, the tip brushing the back of your throat. His fingers tightly clenched the sheets, his breath stuttering as he groaned low in his chest.

“Mmf… shit,” he hissed.

You came up for air, swirling your tongue around the tip, stroking the rest with your hand. You moaned around him, your own arousal pulsing between your thighs. You let his cock fall from your mouth with a soft pop and climbed back on top, straddling him once again. He looked up at you, completely dazed.

You didn’t give him time to speak. You peeled off your nightgown, pulled your panties to the side, and slowly slid his cock through your folds, spreading your wetness along his length.

His eyes locked on your pussy as you teased him. He let out a tiny, almost pitiful whimper.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he muttered, voice wrecked.

“Yeah? You want me to ride you?” you asked, placing his tip at your entrance and rocking your hips.

“Fucking get it over with—oh my god—” he groaned as you sank down onto him.

His eyes rolled back, head dropping to the mattress. You never thought you’d hear Toji whine, but here he was—completely undone under you.

You started slow at first, savoring the stretch, but you couldn’t help it—you needed more. You leaned forward, planting your hands on his chest for leverage and began slamming your hips down. The headboard banged softly against the wall in time with your movements.

“Holy shit, baby, fuck,” Toji moaned, his hands flying to your ankles, gripping hard like he was grounding himself.

“You see what you do to me, huh?” you whispered, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging just enough to make him look.

He barely opened his eyes, but when he did—his gaze locked onto the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock—and he let out a broken sound.

“Uhuh… just like that—fuck.”

His moans turned desperate, and you could feel yourself getting close. You clenched around him, his cock twitching inside you.

Your legs were shaking, and you could feel how soaked you were, the wet sounds between you two getting louder with every bounce. Toji's head was thrown back, mouth open, eyes fluttering as he gripped your ankles like they were the only thing keeping him from completely losing it.

“Fuck, baby—you’re gonna make me come,” he rasped, voice hoarse.

You leaned forward, your hands flat on his chest, hair sticking to your neck. “Yeah? You gonna come already, big guy?” you teased, breath hitching as you ground down on him slow and deep.

He let out a choked laugh, cut short by a groan. “Keep talking shit—see what happens when I can move again.”

You smirked. “You’re threatening me? Cute.”

You rolled your hips with purpose now, chasing that high you could feel tightening in your gut. All it took was feeling his cock throb inside you. Your body trembled, your moans falling out unfiltered as you clenched around him, eyes squeezing shut.

Toji’s jaw clenched as he tried to hold on, but the heat of your orgasm, the feel of your slick walls gripping him—it was too much. Toji swore under his breath, his cock pulsed as he spilled deep inside you, hips jerking up helplessly with each twitch.

“Fuuuck—baby, fuck,” he groaned, his head thrown back.

You slumped forward, both of you panting like you just ran a marathon.

A few seconds passed before Toji muttered, “I can’t believe you fucking did that to me.”

You snorted, brushing your fingers through his sweaty hair. “You loved it.”

He grumbled something into your chest, arms lazily wrapping around your back.

“You’re not gonna move, are you?” you asked after a beat, still on top of him.

“Nope,” he said flatly. “This is my life now.”

You laughed softly, “You’re such a mess.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he murmured, already half asleep.