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little fires - a toji x reader fic
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18+ • MINORS DNI • dead dove warnings apply
content warnings: psychological manipulation, coercion, dubcon & revoked consent, reader has a vagina, penis in vagina sex, oral sex, mob/gangbang, multiple orgasms, forced prostitution, piss kink, creampie, squirting
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“Baby,” he coos, a low saccharine purr to your soft skin. “Baby,” he says, lips pressed against your pulse point, because Toji always starts with pet names when he wants to get his way. “It’ll be fun. Don’t knock it ’til you try it, yeah?”
And you feel your resolve start to crumble immediately, rocked by the shudder running down your spine, rough, calloused hands circling your waist, finding their way under your shirt. “How about it? You won’t even have to do a single thing. Leave it allll up to me.”
But the voice of doubt that you’ve learned not to listen to, it still persists, whispering in the back of your mind, even as Toji licks a path from under your jaw up to the shell of your ear, even as you are tilting your head to give him as much skin as he wants. He loves when you are pliant, you know he does, so you lean back against him more, when you tell him about your doubts.
Just like that, the hand that’s been creeping its way up to your breasts stops. The palm against your ribcage falls away, and he rests his forehead on your shoulder. A full pause, before he completely steps away. “Baby,” he says again, and just the tone in his voice, disbelieving and hurt, it sends you into a panic. “You don’t trust me?”
You turn around to face him, reaching up to cradle his face into your hands, telling him no, no, it’s not that at all — you do everything in your power to convince him that you trust him, that you love him — but the look in his eyes, avoiding your pleading gaze, never wavers. It breaks your heart. Crushes it to bits, when he asks, “Then why won’t you do this for me?”
You can’t find an answer to his question. He’s right, then, isn’t he? So, you find yourself nodding, as you stomp out the nagging doubts in your head, little fires you put out with the soles of your feet. You trust him. You don’t want him to get bored of you. You love him. But Toji is doubting it — it is plain on his face.
So, you have to prove it to him.
You hear your own voice, distant and small, telling him you’ll do it. Telling him, you’ll do anything, for him. Finally, he looks at you. The charming upward quirk of the corners of his mouth brings a soft, shy smile to yours. Teeth out, he smiles at you like a ravenous wolf. Finally, he touches you again, and immediately you are the scorched earth welcoming the rain. His hands moving from your shoulders to your face, he pulls you close, his rough kisses like a blessing from the gods. His breath is warm on your face, when he laughs, hands gripping you, never letting you go. “So, tomorrow night, then?”
Little fires, that you put out as you dance to his music. It is a choice, when you decide not to ask questions, not to wonder just how long he’s been wanting, planning this. It is a choice, when you nod into the kiss, all too enthusiastically, parting your lips in a soft moan to welcome his searching tongue.
Now, your mouth is being pried open by the fingers of a man whose cock hovers over your face, as Toji plows into you. You turn away, trying your best to bury your face into the plush pillow under your head, your free hand reaching to stroke his cock in an attempt to appease him. But he swats it away, now prodding at your lips with his tip. You hear familiar laughter, in all the chaos, and it is Toji, watching you struggle to keep a steady rhythm with your other hand as you once again turn away from the cock, only to be face to face with the one you’ve been stroking, leaking at the tip. Your eyes search his face, and all you find is amusement, a sadistic kind of glee, that you don’t quite know what to do with. “Open your mouth, baby,” Toji tells you, picking up his pace, and you cry out as the sounds of skin slapping on skin fills the hotel room, the other men circling you watching, stroking themselves. Laughing. “Be good,” you hear him say, while a hand grabs you by the face, taking the opportunity to shove a cock into your mouth while it hangs open in pleasure. “Be good,” Toji says, voice low, raspy. “Don’t disappoint us now.”
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