rich white collar!toji x hippie island girl!reader
♡ tojis new, messy divorce leads him to a weekend escape with his longtime friend, shiu. only, unfortunatley fortunately for them, their yacht doesn't quite survive the trip and they're forced to dock on a very secluded, yet beautiful island shore. a island you happen to call home…
content: age gap :: reader is kind of a bimbo :: modern au :: teasing :: breast play :: deep throating :: p in v :: loud sex :: toji is hairy :: cock drunk :: crack :: smut :: voyeurism, kinda? :: toji is pussy whipped :: poor shiu :: goofy fic
“oh, come on baby. toji’s really havin’ a hard time,” shiu says, leaning against the kitchen counter in his softer-than-usual voice, trying to convince her.
his wife scoffs in disbelief, arm crossed "no, it’s weird! grown men don't go on 'boys trips'.”
shiu exhales, glancing out the window where toji stands on the porch, cigarette between his fingers, staring off as if he’s trying not to think too much.
“I hear you, baby…” shiu says carefully, showing understandment. like their marrige counsellor suggested. “I do, but… I can’t let toji go alone, you know how he gets.”
“toji is a grown man, oh my gosh, I can’t believe were actually having a conversation about this.” she rolls her eyes, sighing in disbelief, but then she pauses.
if shiu goes with toji, she’ll have the whole house to herself—no loud football games, no beer bottles strewn around, just me-time with a glass of wine and a stupid rom-com marathon. “you know what? fine. go.”
shiu blinks. that was easier than expected.
and with that, by early saturday morning, the two men are already out at sea. beer bottles clinking, sports commentary booming from the radio and messes forming around them.
toji even seems lighter somehow, not happy, but distracted.
“let’s head past that peninsula,” toji says, arm sweeping toward the horizon, more enthusiastic than shiu has seen him in weeks. sure, he’s bummed about the divorce, but nothing makes toji prouder than finally giving his dust-collector of a boat some use.
one is wife swore on her life she would never step foot on, she was sea sick. well, ex-wife now.
“sure, maybe we’ll find somewhere decent to eat,” shiu replies, shoving a forkful of scrambled eggs in his mouth.
meanwhile, you and suki, your neighbour/ bestfriend are laying out your towels on the warm sand, the sun just beginning to climb above the horizon. the ocean glittering like it exists just for you.
everything is perfect, just the way you liked it, the way you had once dreamed to live. free from troubles and living by a sunny beach together with your friend.
“I can’t belive those douche-bags are back! how many times do we have to tell them?!” suki groans from beside you lifting her sunglasses, looking over at the overly fancy boat docking right at the open shore, the untouched, preferably undisturbed shore. crowded with wild life and beautiful animal life, which these type of monster-like machines always come to ruin!
you and suki spend practically every other day here, enjoying the peace and quiet of waves against sand. of course you’re done with those frat boys who always drop anchor here… almost as if on purpose to annoy you.
you stand and march toward the anchored yacht. “excuse me!” your voice is sharp, not at all as cheery as usual but unfortunately, still harmless. “how many times do we have to tell you?”
suki stands behind you like a silent threat, just in case any of those boys mistake your age or beauty for weakness.
“you can’t dock here- ” the words catch in your throat when a pair of broad forearms in a white dress shirt come into view. big and strong, like the rest of his body that looked far too mature for some frat guy.
your eyes trail up, the buttoned shirt leaving little to the imagination, much like your criminally tiny bikini.
and when toji had seen you, standing on the sandy shore, with an attitude that didn’t fit your soft demeanour, your soft skin spilling out of your small bikini, body perfectly shaped after anyones wet dream, he was sold.
but he doesn’t brush off your words. he’s pretty sure you’re scolding him for docking here, and sadly… there’s nothing he or shiu can do.
they’d planned to sail around the peninsula at dawn, but the severely neglected yacht went mad in the middle of the sea. all their bearings vanished until they saw this little island, and they just had enough fuel left to reach its shore, just not enough to leave again.
that’s how they ended up face-to-face with two girls, arms crossed, scowling before they even stepped off the deck.
your hand flies to your mouth in shame when you realize these aren’t the frat boys. “sorry!” you blurt. “i thought you were someone else!” you ramble as an equally large man descends the ladder behind the first. both men listen to your babble, sizing you up in turn.
“no problem, sweetheart,” toji says, his jet-black hair mussed by the wind.
“but…” you brush your fingers through your hair, too flustered to stay bossy now, completely enamored by the pheromones reeking off the older man. “you still can’t leave this here, it’ll scare the wild life…”
“we would leave, doll, but this thing’s busted. no trips till we get it fixed.” toji’s smug smirk appears, his scar twitching as he watches your breasts bounce when you inhale and exhale.
after a quick intro and mutual exchange of names, the two men climb down, joining you and suki on soft, warm sand.
“I can walk you to the island’s harbor. someone there can help you!” you say, eyeing the towering man. his muscles bulge like they’re about to burst from his shirt.
of course you would walk him there, you would love for him to spend every single minute of his stay here with you. because, even though you knew you could go to town and find a good looking man there to fill your needs, you were sure you would never find any like him again.
so big, and so masculine, the way he looked like he had gone through all lifes trials, and the way he looked brawn enough to pick you up and bend you in all possible positions-
“I promised kento I would be home before noon,” suki nudges you with her shoulder, carefully eyeing the two men standing infront of you, trying to certify if they were safe to leave you behind with.
from sukis perspective, they sure didn’t look like it at all, but the way your eyes were gleaming, and your smile on your nodding head convinces her that you’ll be fine, you always were, and she could tell if she even tried to make you leave, she would be in big trouble.
“that’s fine! I’ll show them there myself!” and with that, suki left and the three of you crowding the spot you had left your stuff at, waiting until you packed everything into your small bag. toji not missing his chance to check out the plump of your bended ass, or the way you waist dipped, inviting his hands. Or even the way your perky breast were still on display even after you put on a flimsy excuse of a dress. (a literally see through mesh dress)
while shiu panics, hunting for reception to call his wife, toji was enjoying himself and the way your young body kept clinging onto his during your walk to the harbour. wether it was while you were talking, or if it was just the way you couldn’t walk starightly, he took it all in.
“you usally walk everywhere?” toji ask, he kind of hoped you had a car or something, but you didn’t and he was wearing loro piana loafers. but, that didn’t matter anymore, not when he could watch the recoil of your ass all the way there.
“yeah! it’s sooo… refreshing, right?” you cheerliy answer him, “no carbon emissions and… uh, I get to stay lean!” you giggle, reminding him of those bimbo girls he used to date in college. only that, you were way hotter, and way cuter.
toji huffs a chuckle, his interest growing by the minute. he pulls off his sunglasses, unabashedly checking you out.
“how long have you been here?” he asks.
“almost a year now! moving here was like, the best decision I ever made!”
“huh, really?” he chuckles, “how come?” his deep voice sends shivers down your spine, just like it had done ever since he started speaking to you, but in a pleasant way.
“oh, likeee, no school, no draining jobs, no boring people. just sun and peace.” you explain, switching the shoulder you carry your bag on.
“let me hold that,” he reaches his arm out, motioning for you to give him your bag. and you do with no hesitation, thanking him for his generosity, “can’t leave a pretty girl carrying stuff,” he chuckles and you practically melt into a puddle, he was sooo perfect.
“so, you never went to college?” he probes, assuming you were in that college age but clearly not in school.
“I was going to… last year, but with no money and grades not good enough for a scholarship, it was a bit hard.” you pout, “then I met suki and I learnt that college was never meant for me anyways!” you smile again, and toji can’t help but completely admire your radiant aura. so alive, so different from what he’s used to.
“yeah? how’d you make your money here then,” he continues interrogating you, not because he wanted to make you feel judged, but because he was utterly infatuated with your way of life, and your peacefull attitude.
“hm, that’s a secret…” you smirk, “I might tell you later, though!” you tease him, the island boat port coming into sight after the possibly twenty minute long walk.
”is that so?” he grins right back, his signature smug grin as the intrigue of the question only extends.
“yup,” you lock eyes with him, catching that familiar glint of want you knew you also had. convinced he wouldn’t leave the island before knowing the answer. “we’re here!” you smile.
infront of the three of you, a small dock with many fishing boats and other sails anchored in organised order. you walk up to a red door of a weathered building, one that looked beat up by time and smelled of fish, but you clearly didn’t mind.
“hello!” you call out as you softly open the door, counters with iced fish and shellfish greet you, “mr. takahashi?” you beckon and the two men follow you close behind as you enter the apperant fish shop.
just a moment later a man in his late fifties, big bulky arms and a buzzcut with tattoos decorating his tanned skin walks out from a door in the back, using a dirty rag to clean his hands. “hey, princess, how can I help you?” takahashi asks, frowning when he looks up and sees the two, full grown men standing behind you, way to tall in the short roofed building..
“my friends’ boat broke down, could you help them?” you ask sweetly and takahashi, who always looked out for you and brought you fresh caught fish every saturday, looks between the men, hesitantly.
“pretty please?” then you flash him a pout that could charm the crustiest fisherman. and soon he was prepping his tow boat.
toji and shiu just watch, impressed by your influence over the whole town and the smiling people who greeted you on your way here.
“thanks, mr. takahashi!” you hug him, pecking his cheek when the yacht’s moved to a free spot. he mutters something under his breath, but the small smile on his face says it all. toji rubs his chin, amused, as he follows takahashi to assess the damage.
“no payment. a friend of hers, is a friend of mine,” takahashi grumbles, even though he knew the two men had plenty of money to pay for the repair. “but, it wont be fixed until tomorrow.” shiu looks wide eyed at the statement, his wife will kill him. but toji only smiles, eyes trailing back to you standing further away, quietly watching the horizon.
“thank you, sir.” toji bows politely before walking back to you, not paying any mind to shius whiny complaints. “hey, thanks for findin’ us help. we’re lucky to have met you.” he sends you a sly grin.
“no problem, toji.” your pretty voice so sultry and filled with something that keeps him from walking away, your alluring eyes keeping him captivated. “so, when’ll it be done?”
“only tomorrow,” you pout in response, a fake one but you tried sympathising with the clearly stressed shiu behind toji.
“oh nooo!” you moan, “I’m so sorry!” you reach out to touch his arm, the same forearm you had been eyeing a few hours ago. and yes, it felt just as hard as you imagined it would.
“not ya’ fault, doll.” he chukles, mind stirring at your touch, the way your small, soft hand felt against his rougher skin was a feeling he never wants to forget. “we’ll just crash in some motel.”
your eyes immediately shoot to his. no way! you didn’t ask takahashi to make up a postponement to stall their fix for them to stay at some motel. nuh uh!
“you guys can stay at my house! I have plenty of rooms and it’s free!” you insist, giving his large limb a little squeeze.
“you’ve already done so much…” toji feigns concern, but he’s definitely spending tonight under your roof. especially when you wrap both arms around his forearm and press your breasts against him.
“nonsense, I don’t mind!” after they grab a few bags of clothing, you lead them on another forty-minute walk to your home
your house rose gently from the landscape, as if it had grown there rather than been built. with wide terraces spilling out toward a perfect view of the ocean.
sun warmed stone walls were softens by vines climbing the lengths, and the roof was layered with weathered tiles, casting the cooling shadows over the open loving areas.
beaded curtains stand in every doorway and it all looked so much like you.
as you brought them further inside, the boundries between indoors and outdoors completely blur, polished floors with met wooven rugs and lush greenery in every corner made the house only look more comfortable. the scent of salt and flowers lingers in the air, together with a mix of you.
at last, eyes find your turquoise pool, stretching along the backyard edge, reflecting the sky while palms sway lazily. everything about your villa feels unhurried, designed for long afternoons, golden sunsets, moments that last forever and a random garden fills with chickens.
“chickens?” toji chuckles and you only giggle.
“you asked what I work with, I deliver eggs to the town!” you cheer.
“I have two guest rooms the left of the kitchen, just down the hall. feel free to drop your bags there!” you smile warmly as you walk back inside after a little tour, and they do as you say.
you stay in the open living space, cutting up some fresh fruits for them.
and just as you had hoped, the tassling of your bead curtains catches your attention, the two men emerging from the other side.
“hiii!” you greet them, still in your bikini and your discarded see-through mesh dress off. you motion toward your couches in your living room. “sit, please!” before walking over with two plates of colourful fruits.
conversations spark and you get more and more excited for every detail they share with you.
“yeah? me and my wife live near that area,” shiu responds when you mention your old hometown.
“really?” you ask in awe, your voice hiding little to none of your emotions. “could you show me a picture of your wife?” you ask, with no ill intention, more like interest about how highly the man speaks of his wife.
shiu pulls out his phone, makes room on the couch, and you don’t hesitate befoe hopping on your knees beside him.
“here,” he turns the phone screen to you, “this is from our honeymoon.”
you lean closer to see the picture, “woooww!” you squeal, “she’s beautiful!” and she really was, her hair looked like it was a natural dark terracotta shade, and her face was picutre-perfect.
toji watches you reaction from his seat, the way you leaned over shiu and the way your tits grazed his arm, but the action goes unnoticed by the both of you.
shiu didn’t blink an eye, he was to occupied texting his wife, messages struggling to deliver. but toji couldn’t keep his eyes off your perky body, the arch of your small back, he wanted nothing more than to see how far your back actually could bend.
“hey!” you jump up, “want to take a dip in the pool?” you smile, eyes bright “before the sun sets!”
the next thing you know, you’re at the pools edge, breathless after swimming around for a while, toji sat next to you, in trunks that hug every bulge and your eyes shamelessly check him out.
but you weren’t the only one.
he was eyeing you up and down every single second he could spare, watching as water droplets trailed down the crease of your breast, and the way your wet skin glistened in the sun. “hey!” you laugh out, when he splashes a bit water on you, splashing him right back, giggling.
shiu was sprawled on one of the sunbeds, phone in hand, frantically talking to his wife after he got a little reception. ”baby, they’ll fix the boat for tomorrow, I swear!” he was whining like a kid trying to calm his partner down, who was obviously tired of his nonsense.
you and toji had eventually gotten into a full-on water fight, running around giggling and laughing echoes across the pool deck. toji purposefully making you jump around even more just to watch the swell of your tits bounce around in your miniscule bikini.
“toji! you’re getting me all wet!” you laugh, pointing out the obvious with that cute voice of yours, but toji just grins, splashing again.
“who’s that?”shius wife asks, tone passive while her face was actually turning red on the other side of the line. tojis ex wife, fumiko, had now sat herself down next to her friend who waved her over, both on speaker.
they clearly hear your obnoxious, as they say, giggles and tojis louder-than-ever laughter.
“it’s the girl that lives on the island, she helped us with the-“ shiu tries explaining but as soon, the two women back home here a big splash and toji screaming your name, laughing louder than he ever had with his old wife, they go mad.
“how old is this girl?!” shius wife asks in disbelief.
“I…I think she’s nineteen.” shiu hesitates to tell the truth but he couldn’t really help it, it was his wife after all. “she lives alone in this hut thing… baby, I already told you, we’re staying here until tomorow,” he tries to recall her memories, so she doesn’t freak.
“I can’t believe you…” she breathes out a loud breath, “when you told me it was some hippie bitch you didn’t add she was tojis new tree-fucking, barley legal, bimbo!” she shreiks and shiu just pinches his nose bridge.
“are you with fumiko, baby?” he sighs.
“yes, yes I am.” his wife answers, fuming for her friend.
“I can’t believe you’re there, encouraging toji to fuck this kid?” fumiko shreiks in the same tone.
“she’s not- he’s not… gonna fuck her,” and just perfect timing you let out a loud moan, almost like a squeal, calling out for tojis name.
“my bikini’s slipping, tojiii!” both women gasp.
“oh my gosh!!” fumiko naggs him again, “we just had our divorce!”
”shiu! when we get our divorce is this how you will end up to, fucking some- college girl?”
“we’re not getting a divorce, sweetheart...” he sighs.
“oh really?” shiu notices the conncetion tweaking when her voice gets more robotic, “I might just reconsider it.” she huffs before the connection gets completely lost.
“fuck…” he, shiu sighs, pressing a hand to his face as he watches you tease toji through the cracks of his fingers, both of you oblivious to the melodrama back home.
you had your hands on his shoulders, smiling dumbfoundedly while he was in the water, looking up at you as you sit on the edge. his hands were on either side of you, holding on to the ledge as the water around your slowly hit your calves in small waves.
“ain’t never seen anyone like you before,” toji compliments you with admiration lacing his voice, this was like the millionth time today but you get just as giddy each time.
“I do?” you smile, letting one of your hands trail down his chest, brushing over the small dark hairs decorating his skin.
the sun was starting to set and the water was getting more uncomfortable to stay in, so after only a few more minutes of flirting and subtle petting the two of you were out of the pool and inside, wrapped in pro-environmental ecologic towels.
shiu comes out of your, unconventionally, only bathroom. “I’mma hit the sack then,” he mumbles, hair wet from the shower he just took. feeling fresh and leaving toji to finally shower.
you were currently perched up on tojis lap, playing with his semi-wet hair and squeezing at his arms. his muscles tighteting under your fingers and you giggle just as suprised each time he does it.
toji just smirked and enjoyed howyou felt against him, and how nicley you smelled after a fresh shower.
none of you answer shiu, too busy in your own world of dallying.
“toji, you need to shower!” you scrunch your nose, lifting yourself of him. he chuckles at your playful little insult. he could never get offended by you, not when you were leaning back in, caressing his bicep with your cheek.
“m’waiting for shiu-“ toji says before his friend clears his throat, finally getting acknowledged “huh? you were done?” shiu just shakes his head before turning the last corner into the hall of rooms.
“I’ll make your bed in the mean time!” you giggle sweetly, smiling towards toji and hurrying into his room as he makes gis way to your barhrooms bamboo door, sending you a wink.
shiu, on the other hand, stands in his room staring at the bare matress with no pillows. sigh.
toji finally leaves the shower, heading towards the beaded curtains in the door frame of his temporary room.
his eyes immediately find your perky body laid out perfectly on his bed. a mesh night gown with nothing but visible matching panties beneath.
a dark chuckle leaves his throat. fuck. this is exactly what he imagined while fucking his fist in the shower. and it doesn’t take long for toji to feel his dick grow bigger again, even after he just emptied a load down the drain.
nothing was ever impossible with you.
“what do I owe this pleasure?” toji grumbles, walking closer to his comfy looking bed. filled with comforters and pillow of many different shades of beige.
“you asked about my yoga poses, didn’t you?” and that’s when it begins, shiu doesn’t even know how long it went on for, but with your no-door policy (everywhere except the bathroom) and your criminally thin walls, he heard everything.
oh, toji owed him real fucking big.
but it was worth it, if you ask toji.
when he first laid eyes on you like that, he swore up and down he was in some kind of heaven.
your breast were perky and nipples already stiff, the sheer fabric doing little to hide the darker shade in the center of your breasts. toji immediately licks his lips.
“oh baby, I’m gonna need a thorough demonstration,” he finally reaches you, discarding the towel around his hips before climbing over you.
his horrendously big cock was now resting on your belly, twitching and leaking over the thin material, deliberately teasing the only barrier between your body from his.
but toji doesn’t mind, he will take it slow.
he latches on to your clothed breast first, one hand kneeding and warming the globe up whilst the other licks trough your poor excuse of a night gown. your nipples harden even more, if that was even possible and small moans leave your lips quickly.
“these tits have been waiting for this, haven’t they?” he groans against your skin. “these nipples have been beggin’ for me since I first saw you.”
“mhmm… yes, toji!” you moan once you feel him sucking harshly on the swell of your breast. your whole chest area covered in saliva by the third minute passing.
you feel his dick grow harder by the second and your mouth literally started watering. so, as soon as toji slowly left your pulsating breast, you took your moment of freedom to grab hos dick, wrapping your smal fingers around his contrastive girthy base, thicker then what fit inside your hand anyways.
“fuuck…” he breaths out strained and aroused.
you let go of him, just for a moment so you could push on his chest, turning the two of you around.
tojis thigh muscles tense as your clothed, but still extremely wet pussy grinds against his knee. “I wonderd all day how you would taste…” you purr and toji was so sure he saw stars infront of him when you leaned down, slick tounge licking him from balls down up to his twitching tip. still grinding on his thigh, slowly but steadily.
“have a fuckin’ taste, princess,” he groans like it physically pained him to have you go this slow. but, to be fair, it probably did.
at first, you only lick him, using your tounge to coat his dick, get him wet. but, when you noticed his tip turning a burning shade of red and his breaths turn heavier you decided it was time to take him in.
your tounge flattens as your throat opens up, taking him in halfway and letting the rest of it get taken care of by your hand.
“just like that, baby,” he basically moans, but one far darker and guttural than what your small whines started out as.
suddenly, his big hand reaches your head, firmly landing on the tip of yours as you suck on his.
“go on, take all of me,” he demands, subtly puttng pressure to your skull, pushing it further down until his cock came deep enough for him to groan and meet you halfway with his rutting hips.
“feel that? feel me deep down?” he pushes you down even harder, your head still bobbing and your moans stretching your throat open for him only serves as motivation.
and y’know what, hell yeah.
his dick was so beautifully large, you didn’t even care about the throbbing. all you cared about was feeling up his body, holding onto his dark trail of hair down from his abs to his cock as you looked at his face, eyes gleaming with hope to impress.
your nose was gettng tickled by the bush messy around his base, andyou love it. you loved the way your scented body wash stuck onto his pubes.
“fuuck-“ he groans again, this time he gathers most of your hair in a ponytail and lifts you up, together with himself until he’s standing and you, somehow, end up on your knees. his dick right back in your mouth.
however, at this point he doesn’t care anymore. his hips start fucking into you while he pushes your head against him each time, making sure your nose get burried deep into the hair around his shaft.
“just like that, baby,” and toji was sure, that if he stayed one more minute in this position where:
your throat was closing in on his cock while your eyes were watering. your beautiful face turned into a mess as your plump lips tried to suck but all you could do was choke on it.
so, in the heat of the moment he finally yanks you up by the hair, pushing you down onto the mattress again and meeting your senstive lips in a kiss.
and a hungry kiss it was.
your lips were drooling, so were his and all you could think about was the way his scar felt against the soft skin around your lips.
at the same time his hand moves down your stomach, lifting your night gown and finally freeing your aching breast. “beautiful” he sighs before tasting them again.
”ah, toji!” you moan as his leaking cock teases your clothed pussy, feeling each vein and bump rub against your wet spot.
“I’m gonna put it in, ‘kay?” he groans breathlessly, completely and utterly mesmerised by the sight infront of him. you sprawled out and pussy clencing around nothing once he pulled your white laced panties to the side.
“so wet, huh?” he says “all for me?” his voice was strained like he was trying to hold back how rough he actually wanted to be.
“mhmm” you whine and it doesn’t take long until tojis is thrusting his cock in and out of you, rubbing each gummy wall of yours just right.
at one point shiu was sure the two of you finished, after loud screams and grunts you had to have finished up… right?
well, no. and shiu quickly understood that the two of you simply changed positions. you were currently bent over a desk, the same desk that stands against one of shius walls, a framed painting on the said wall shakes and rocks with each thurst and moan and shiu just watches it rock.
“fhuuck-“ toji cant keep it in anymore, “y’takin’ my cock so good, princess.” he basically moans while rutting into your ass, hands firm against your hips.
you hade come atleast four times, but it wasn’t enough for toji, he didn’t like even numbers, “cum f’me, baby. one last time.”
shiu quite literally jumps when said painting finally collapses om the floor of his room with a loud bang. but, definitely not louder than you. “fuck those fuckin’ sex maniacs!” shiu aggressively whispers to himself, covering his ears with his own hands.
you squeal out one last exhausted yell, falling apart as you feel tojis cum spurt inside your hole for the third time this night.
your thighs completely soaked in your arousal and some of tojis too, all tumbling out of your poor, overstimulated cunt.
“fuck, almost gave me a heartattack,” he sighs, picking you up and gently laying your naked body down on the bed. “r’you okay?” he asks and your heart flutters at his sweet aftercare.
“never been better, ‘ji” you purr, fingers gripping the back of his neck, pulling him down in a slow, heated kiss.
“lemme get ya’ a towel, princess.” he flashes you one of his best grins and winks before dissapearing down the hall, returning a minute later with a fluffy white towel.
once the two of you are finally tucked into bed, toji’s arms slide comfortably around your waist, pulling you tight against his chest. he’s completely drained, literally.
you had drained the energy and the cum out of him he was sure he was in some kind of cum-debt by now. but, your raging high libido didn’t care.
instead you rub your bare ass against his flaccid dick, tracing lazy circles, completely cock-drunk on tojis masculine aura.
“baby, he can’t take anymore,” he grunts, reffering to his dick.
he wanted to but he physically couldn’t put it in again, there’s just no fight left in him. he swears he’d collapse for good at his old age.
“m’sorry toji, I just can’t get enough of youu.” a smile tugs at his lips when he hears your words, but he would never actually admit that to anyone. “but, your right, we should definitely sleep now!” you chirp cheerily, clearly not near as tired as the man beside you.
he just huffs out a chuckle before drifting off.
in the morning you were already up at 6am, fuck you had a lot of energy. toji and shiu stroll in shirtless, their stomachs growling at the scent of scrambled eggs and fried plantains sizzling in the pan.
“good morninggg!” you chirp, waving the tree-pronged fork around. “how did my guest rest?” you beam sweetly, glancing between the two men.
toji scratches at his abs, the trail of hair leading down his boxers catching your eye, reminding you of last night and you subtly clench your thighs together. he yawns nonchalantly, but damn, he looks fresher than ever.
then your gaze lands on shiu, and you physically flinch.
his undereyes are dark, heavy and prominent, a faint crust of drool at the corner of his mouth.
“oh my gosh! shiu, are you okay?” you hurry over, concern flooding your voice.
he blinks at you, disoriented, brows knitting together when he sees your visible confusion. he sighs “I will be,” and toji just chuckles.
“brighten up, man.” toji laughs before strolling over to you and giving your butt a playful slap, eyeing the recoil as you squeal. shiu only clenches his jaw, staying calm like his wife had taught him to do when he got frustrated.
moments later, the three of you are back at the dock, listening to mr takahashi ramble about ‘major repairs’ and how the boat is “fully ready.” although, in reality, all he did was an oil change. but, you did ask the older man to pretend it was a whole lot worse than that.
“thanks, man.” toji rifles through his wallet, pulling out eighty-five thousand yen. for some reason he’s feeling ridiculously generous this morning.
with that paid, you wave the two men adieu, secretly hoping their expensive yacht crashes onto your beach again one day.
“saturo, get down from the fucking railing, bro!” geto yells as he watches his frat buddy teetering above the water, beer in hand while loud music blares from the deck speakers.
“i’m just checking if that hot flower-girl’s still monitoring the beach,” saturo shouts, tossing an empty beer can into the shallow water as they anchor. some other of the guys cheer on as the boat begins to anchor the island.
“I still rub one out thinking about her tits bouncing when she’s angry,” sukuna laughs, and a few guys mumble their own ‘same.’
when the boat finally grounds, gojo’s the first one off, arms spread wide like he’s greeting a long-lost love, ready for your chirpy, annoyed voice to scold him for trespassing and scaring the animals or whatever.
but instead of your sultry rebuke and voice dripping with sex-appeal, what gets him to open his eyes is a dark chuckle.
“get the fuck outta here.” toji’s voice is firm, his arm draped possessively around you, face set in a hard glare.
“yes, sir.” gojo scrambles away, and you cross your arms, smiling until the boat finally disappears into the horizon.
“yippie, toji!” you leap up, throwing your arms around his neck, pushing your body against him, already getting aroused at his scent “you’re exactly what I needed!”
after toji got his yacht one morning and made his way back to your island, he spent his sunny mornings watching you stretch and gloomy nights blowing your back out.
in his own little paradise.
a/n: YAYY, ty so much for 160 followers, this was supposed to be a 100 follower special but I was tooo busy with school and stuff. anyways, HOPE YOU LIKED IT!! ₍^. .^₎⟆
