fratboy satoru gojo is a sore loser for your pūssy ; 18+
“please, baby, just let me” satoru lamentably pleaded, desperation clung on to his tenor. his feverish cheeks, tinged a delicate crimson on the snowy skin, rested itself on the plumpness of your bare thighs, scorching his golden mark on it. his reprehensible whimpers of agony and intense need was narrowing all the routes of your five senses. “please– i’ll be good, just one taste.”
if his fraternity brothers found out, that their frat’s vice president was ignominiously reduced on to his knees, all because he wanted to have a taste of his girl’s raw cunt— then there would’ve been a hellish discourse upon the matter.
satoru gojo, who would commence parties of bright lights and foreign liquors. satoru gojo who would gulp down burns through his throat too easily, claiming ‘light work, no reaction’ even after seven shots of tequila. satoru gojo who called girls by their wrong names after waking up naked next to their shy faces, breaking their golden hopeful hearts so cruelly— now, was on his knees, in front of the campus’ shy girl, who was just as cruel as he was.
your legs were impeccably open, wide and candid, panties down to the ankle which satoru had been merely allowed to discard. the sight of your tempting pussy had satoru letting out a pathetic moan already as he kneaded himself through his grey sweats. he was so needy. so damn pathetic.
just to trace your glistening folds with the tip of his brute tongue. just to spittle and rub your clit bud by skillfully flattening of his tongue. simply just to eat you out, incessantly and ardently.
just for a lick, a taste of your juices.
“baby, please, please. let me. just a taste. i promise, i’ll be good. i’ll be so good to you” his begging fell to deaf ears. you had slipped on your panties, back into position, shielding your sweet glory away from him.
“then, now, do you believe me that i wasn’t with sukuna last night?” you batted your lustrous eyelashes, a sweet smile conquering your face. it was a lie, you were with sukuna last night.
satoru had been questioning you on it relentlessly, suspicious, but now— “yes, yes, yeah baby. i, shit, sorry. i’m such a dumbfuck for not trustin’ ya. of course i believe ya, doll”.
honestly, he had it all planned. like always.
you were supposed to be just another girl who he shared white sheets with. just another girl who would moan his name while he mumbled a made up one for you. just another girl for him to smile at, fuck once and play with but instead, he was the one getting played. by you. the shy, quiet girl.
the shy girl whose weeping friends had slept with satoru, and deliriously wanted him to suffer for breaking their lovelorn hearts. the shy girl who had taken a grievous vow to break, the egocentric frat king, satoru’s heart.
the campus’ shy girl was truly cruel. worse than satoru. because she was the only one to beat him at his own game.
saw this ss on insta and immediately thought of (frat) gojo lol
synopsis on a night out with his girlfriend, toji runs into sukuna, his best friend from his college days. and when sukuna finds out about you, toji quickly learns that old habits die hard.
warnings 18+ mdni teasing, fingering, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeruism, public sex, pet names (doll, dollface, baby), praise, creampie, non-monogamy, naoya cameo
a/n art by @/su2kuna on x! started this fic months ago and finally got inspired to finish it so yay. if this gets a content label im blowing up tumblr hq
you're adding the finishing touches to your makeup and doing the final checks of your outfit in the mirror when toji peeks his head in the door. he has that look on his face— the one he wears when he has regretful news and is trying to gauge what kind of mood you're in before he breaks it to you.
you sigh dramatically, looking up at him in the mirror. "spit it out."
"do i have to go?"
you spin around to stare at him directly, mouth pulled into a straight line, eyes slightly narrowed. "yes, toji. you promised me you would, and we're already late."
"sure you wanna have an old man hangin' around you and your friends?” he shuffles, arms crossing over his chest as he leans a shoulder up against your doorframe. “y'know, cramping your style or whatever."
a laugh escapes you, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes when he quickly tacked on that last part.
"no one says that. and you're not that old." you stand and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "they all want to meet you, it'll be fun!" you reassure him, rubbing your thumb across his nape. "pleaseeee?"
his hands come to rest on your hips, pulling you closer, and you know you've already won. because how can he say no when you beg him so sweetly in that soft voice of yours, looking up at him through your pretty lashes.
"alright, alright, fine." he grumbles, but you can see the smirk playing at the corner of his mouth when you lean up on your tip toes, pressing your lips to his.
the kiss is soft. or at least, it starts that way.
but then toji's on the move. rough hands give your waist a quick pinch before sliding slowly down your back. he deepens it, mouth pressing to yours with more hunger, moving faster, stronger. you feel that familiar tingling sensation in your lower stomach when he gives your ass a soft smack, soothing it with a tender squeeze after.
"or…" he mumbles against you, "we could both jus' stay in."
you should've known.
breaking away from him, you shoot him a glare that just makes him chuckle. it's not intimidating in the least, but he knows you're serious. so, with one last peck, he finally turns to grab his shoes.
maybe it'll be fun.
by the time you and toji arrive at the pregame, everyone's already a few drinks in. they're talking quickly, interrupting one another and barking out sharp laughs at stupid jokes until they hear the door being pushed open, the sound of two sets of footsteps joining the group.
the chatter quiets down, everyone waiting to finally see your mysterious and elusive older boyfriend who they'd heard so much about. and when toji walks in behind you with a deadpan expression on his face and a 6 pack of beer in his hand, there's a stretch of silence.
until shoko breaks it.
"this is the man who's almost forty?"
you cringe at that, not needing to look to know that toji's eye is probably twitching, there may even be a vein bulging in his forehead— he always hated when you brought up that next big milestone, even if he was still a few years away from it.
"shit, i hope i look that good too." leave it to shoko to know how to ease the tension, even if she didn't realize she was the one that caused it.
you smile widely, lifting a hand to give toji a hard slap on the back, "he's a handsome old man, isn't he?" you tease, pretending you can't feel the way toji's glare is now burning a hole into the side of your face.
there's a little snort from across the room as satoru tries— and fails— to stifle a laugh at your relationship's dynamic. you clearly love to mess with toji, each little joke doing nothing to hide the obvious age gap between you two. each tease leaves him standing next to you, unamused, as you grin mischievously.
"you're pushin' it," he warns, leaning down to your height before turning his attention back to the room, slapping you on the back this time, "now quit being impolite— gonna introduce us or what?"
he'll scold you and try to rein you back in a bit when you're teasing him, but you just ignore it. there's no real bite to his words. it's just that instinctual kind of reaction that you get from a man his age when people are messing around a bit too much.
he's well aware that he's a good amount older than you and he knew what he was signing up for when he'd asked you out, so he can never find it in himself to really care.
"everyone, this is toji," you state, hand palm-up, motioning to him beside you. "toji, this is everyone." you complete your very helpful introduction with a sweeping gesture of your hand across the room.
toji sighs, walking to set the beer down on the island with the rest of the drinks. "don't bitch at me the next time i don't remember anyone's names. 's not my fault at this point."
the pregame wrapped up shortly after you and toji arrived, everyone eager to get to the club early so they could snag an open table.
you huddle close to toji in the line, chatting nonstop with shoko until the bouncer cuts in, asking to check IDs and bags. heat spills out into the cold air, wafting across your face as the heavy metal of the door scrapes along the asphalt when your party is allowed in.
the music is loud, the kind you feel more in your body from the bass than anything else, the kind that leaves your ears ringing at the end of a good night. the smell of sweat and cheap cologne is suffocating, more so than the humidity that never seems to leave an establishment like this one.
you slip your hand into toji's, tugging him along as you follow the group. half of them split off to get drinks from the bar, the rest of you claiming one of the last available booths for your group.
before you can sit down, toji pulls you closer to him, hand wrapping around your waist, lips brushing the curve of your ear.
"i'll be back," you turn to flash him a pout, his heart tugging at the look on your face, the way you hate being separated from him even though you know he's not going far. "just gettin' our drinks, dollface." and like that, your expression is replaced with an appreciative grin.
he leaves you with a pat on your ass, turning to make his way towards the closest bar— luckily the one with the shortest line.
toji's tapping his foot, waiting for the bartender to return with his drinks when a heavy arm drapes across his shoulders. before he can get defensive, a voice rings out above the music.
"long time, no see."
he spins around to be met with a familiar face, riddled with ink, and sporting deep crimson eyes.
"no fuckin' way," toji chuckles.
there's a shit-eating grin on sukuna's face as the two old friends reunite. "you haven't changed a bit. still look like ass."
"fuck off, you even shower today?" toji shoots back, eyes sweeping over sukuna's hair with scrutiny. "anyways, what're you doing here?" he asks genuinely.
"could ask you the same thing," sukuna muses, slapping toji firmly on the back before pulling away.
"i'm here with my girl."
sukuna's smirk widens, "oh, yeah?"
toji knows where this is going. flashbacks from college flick through his mind as he remembers the two of them sharing beers, joints, women.
whatever one of them had, the other did too.
"it's not like that with this one, she's different," toji protests lightly, but the glint in his eyes is telling a different story, one of old habits that never really died.
there’s a whisper of untruth in his voice as his memories switch to images of you. of him talking about his college days, his old best friend. images of you asking to see pictures, and your sweet voice ringing out wait, toji, he's hot, when he showed you.
"which one is she?"
toji scans the room, extending a finger when he finds you to point you out among your friends in the booth you're sitting at.
"over there, in the skirt."
there's a beat of silence, both men raking over your figure with hungry eyes, tracing up the length of your legs to where your skirt is riding up, just barely reaching below your ass as you lean over the table to listen to something shoko is telling you.
"pretty little thing," sukuna finally speaks up, and toji grunts in response. "looks a bit young for you though. sure you got the right girl?" he teases, knowing he's the same age, and toji shoots him a side-eyed glance that expresses that exact sentiment. but sukuna just laughs, that sharp deep laugh that he's always had. "well, you two have fun. i'm sure i'll see you both later."
sukuna's words carry a weight that leaves them echoing inside toji's mind as he grabs your drinks and makes his way back to you, his pants feeling a little tight now.
you scoot over to make room for toji when he arrives at the table, but it's not neatly enough. he's halfway falling off the bench and with a huff of exasperation, he picks you up like you're weightless and plops you right back down onto his lap, earning him a yelp.
"toji! a little warning next time."
he just chuckles, "alright, my bad."
“so…” satoru clears his throat loudly, interrupting the moment before it even starts. "wanna play kings or something? i brought cards."
"of course you did." shoko says, rolling her eyes.
satoru was always the one who liked to do more than sit around and talk, always offering up the idea of a game or asking to dance. but everyone still agrees, excited for a drinking game to keep the buzz going until the club starts to fill up.
you're trying to focus on the rules being explained to you, really, but it's difficult with toji's bulge pressing into your lower back. and each time it's your turn, he adjusts himself in his seat, subtle to all but you. every little movement of his hips sends a shiver through your body, a wave of heat to your core.
it's innocent to onlookers— he's just trying to get comfortable, trying to make sure you're comfortable too with the tight seating.
but you know better.
you know toji, and with toji, it's never innocent.
he's toying with you, trying to get a rise out of you right there at the table. so when it's your turn to draw a card again, you decide to you'll play too.
hips pushing down onto his lap, you arch, leaning forward more than necessary. a ghost of a smile graces your lips when you feel the way he tenses beneath you, his thighs twitching ever so slightly. and when you sit back down, you make sure it's not without a minuscule roll of your hips against the tent in his pants.
toji's hand comes down to your waist, squeezing tightly, fingers digging into your flesh. you can't see it now, but you're sure his jaw is just as stiff, teeth clenched tight as he holds you in place.
breathing steadily through his nose, toji fights to maintain his composure. but fuck— with the way your skirt is riding up, the fabric barely on your legs, starting to bunch up around your hips— he’s really not sure how much longer he can keep up appearances around your friends.
a hand slides lower, coming to rest on your thigh as you wiggle slightly in toji's grasp.
"quit it." he's terse, his voice low in your ear as his hand grips the hem of your skirt, trying and failing to tug it slightly down your thighs.
it's not that he cares if you're wearing something short or showing some skin— actually, he's very much in favor of that— but right now, as he's sitting at a table with your friends that he's met for the first time tonight, it's killing him.
he's trying to have some decorum, and you make it so fucking hard.
"i gotta piss," toji grunts, picking you up again and helping you stand as he moves to get up.
smoothing out your skirt, you pretend you're unfazed by the abrupt movement, fighting to keep back a smile as you tell him to "have fun." your boyfriend just rolls his eyes at that before turning away, hand coming down to adjust the bulge in his pants as he makes his way across the floor.
your eyes slide to the table, seeing the empty glasses where you were sitting, and you decide you may as well make your own trip while you're up.
"i'm gonna get some more drinks for us, i'll be right back," you address no one in particular, your friends all muttering a quick reply as you head back to the bar.
the club was a lot busier now, a crowd of bodies swarming around you, elbows jutting into your side and shoulders bumping into your back. the once quick trip to the bar has become a journey as you fight your way through the masses so you can get in line.
it's warmer, the body heat radiating off those next to you drawing a small sweat to your forehead as you seek to make eye contact with one of the bartenders. eventually, one of them sees you, giving you a nod and motioning for you to order.
your hands on the countertop, you're leaning over on your tip-toes. you're trying to get closer to the bartender as he lends you his ear, needing to shout over the music and chatter around you.
"double vodka soda and an old fashioned, please."
and just as you're opening your purse and reaching for your wallet, you're tapped on the shoulder.
you spin around, expecting toji to be behind you, only to be met with brown eyes and blonde hair— bleached blonde hair. and he definitely didn't know what toner was.
"let me get that for you," he starts, holding up his own card.
you shrug, quick to close your purse again. if he really wanted to buy your drinks then you weren't going to protest. you knew toji wouldn't either, that man loves a free drink.
actually, he loves a free anything— but that's beside the point.
mustering up your best fake smile, you clasp your hands together, "really? thank you so much!"
"sure,” the arrogant smirk that seems to be permanent on the man's face widens. “so, what's your—"
when the bartender returns with your drinks and the stranger’s card, you grab the glasses quickly and turn to leave.
"thanks for the drink! have a nice night."
if only it were that easy.
a firm hand around your arm stops you, tugging you back in front of the man who paid for you. "the hell? i just bought your drink, can't i at least get your number?"
you shake your head, "no, i've got a boyfriend."
his smirk falters at that, eyes quickly searching around behind you before settling back on your body, trailing over it. his gaze lingers on your chest, sending a wave of discomfort through you as you gently try to pull your arm away from him.
"no guy would let their girl go out dressed like that," he tugs you closer, the stench of his cologne wafting into your nose.
god damn, where is toji?
you sigh internally, thinking about how difficult it was just to get to the bar, you can't imagine having to go all the way to the bathrooms and back. he's probably still squeezing his way through the crowd, and he might not even swing by the bar.
"well, he came here with me," you argue back, still trying to put some distance between you two.
"really? i don't see anyone here with you—"
"there you are, you got our drinks?"
another hand has now wrapped around your other arm, not needing to pull you away for the stranger to finally let go of you.
you turn quickly, unfamiliar with the voice that just addressed you so casually.
"and who the fuck are you?" he spits, crimson eyes narrowed down at the blonde man.
you were about to ask him that.
hands up in surrender, the problem backs away, "my fault man, didn't know she was taken."
"that's crazy because she just fuckin' told you she was."
you're staring up at your new stranger, racking your brain for where you've seen him before.
he's got such a distinct look you can't believe you don't remember where you know him from. tattoos stretching across his body, his face, silver piercings on his nose and lips.
sharp jawline, big nose— he was hot. you'd definitely remember if you'd met him somewhere.
"keep staring and i might tell toji you're comin' on to me."
his voice pulls you from your thoughts. that's how you've seen him before.
"you're sukuna, right?"
a sly grin splits his lips, tongue darting out to lick them. "that's right."
your wrist still in his hold, his thumb traces lightly along your skin, drawing goosebumps to the surface. you know you should pull away from him too, but you can't bring yourself to with the way he presses on your pulse point, gently squeezing your wrist. "let's get you back to toji, yeah?"
"i heard my name." speak of the devil. "what's goin' on here?"
shit, this probably looks bad.
and before you can get a word out, sukuna's already answered. "just protecting my girl from other men," sukuna shrugs, hand disconnecting from your arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you up against his side.
this fucking guy.
"i'm not—" you start before getting cut off.
"oh yeah?" toji muses, reaching for his drink which you hand to him, his eyes flitting between you and sukuna.
"yeah, but we're about to go dance." sukuna plucks your drink from your other hand, giving that one to toji too.
"mmm, i see," toji's gaze settles on you, eyes searching yours, communicating silently before he continues.
he sees the way you've already relented in sukuna's hold, your body shifted towards his as you're standing closer together.
"then at least put on a nice show."
with that you're being dragged away, feet stumbling behind sukuna as he leads you to the dance floor. toji is following closely behind, only parting ways to take a seat in a corner booth near the floor.
you don't have time to think much about it— if this is really okay, or if toji is going to be upset. he's never been a jealous type, but still you're unsure. sukuna was so bold, his words teasing but carrying the weight of genuine attraction.
"c'mere," sukuna's hands rest on your hips, spinning you around until your back is flush against his chest.
you gasp at the sudden contact, the heat radiating off his body enveloping you as he keeps you pressed up against him. he's unhurried, guiding your hips easily, side to side as he moves with you.
the bass thumps in your ears, colorful lights flashing and distorting the scenes around you as you scan the room, vision finally narrowing in on toji in his booth.
it's not too far but the lights barely reach it, making him difficult to see but now that you know he's there, you can tell he's looking at you.
drink in his hand, he raises the glass to his lips, eyes locked on you and his friend behind you. there's a familiar ache building between your legs as your mind rushes over the last interaction with them, the look toji gave you just before sukuna led you away, the way he was teasing you earlier when you were on his lap.
testing the waters you roll your hips back, ass pressing against sukuna's crotch as his hands tighten on your waist.
"careful," sukuna warns before grinding up against you.
a sigh slips past your lips at the feeling of his growing bulge sitting against your ass.
he's shameless, pulling you back to meet his movements as he ruts against you, making sure you can feel the way his cock hardens in his pants.
but it's not like you're any better.
you feel like a virgin— you've done nothing but dance with the man and you can feel your panties are already wet. your slick coats the gusset of the flimsy fabric as your core twists with each movement.
rough hands slide along your hips, down towards your thighs. sukuna reaches for the sides of your ass, fingers dipping under your skirt to grope at the fat, kneading and spreading your cheeks apart as you continue to grind back against him.
fuck, toji has told him a bit about your relationship before, so he knew you weren't a prude, but this?
you'd probably let him fuck you right here in the club.
fingertips drifting along your skin, a shiver runs through your body and you can feel the rumble in sukuna's chest as he laughs behind you at the reaction.
he's so close. tracing along the tops of your thighs under your skirt, just barely grazing the lace of your panties. you don't care that there's people dancing behind you, blissfully unaware of what's happening between you and sukuna, you need more.
you wiggle your hips, head craning to look back up at sukuna who's towering behind you as you try to urge him to keep going.
his hands stay put, not drifting any nearer to where you're nearly dripping and choosing instead to stay pressed against your pelvis, toying with the fabric of your underwear.
"need something?" sukuna asks, tone innocent as he pulls on the elastic before letting it snap back against your skin.
you jolt at the slight sting, a small moan escaping you and making sukuna's cock jump.
you were going to be fun.
brows furrowed and eyes pleading, you grind harder against him— hoping he'll get the message.
and you think he's going to give you what you want when you feel one of his hands sliding further, brushing along the front of your panties. your breath hitches when you feel his fingers inch lower, threatening to dip between your thighs which you part ever so slightly.
sukuna grins at that, lips twitching upwards at how pliant you are. spreading your legs for him here, next to all these strangers and in front of your boyfriend because you need him to touch you that badly.
his grin only widens when he sees the pout on your lips when he retracts his hand just before reaching the apex of your thighs.
"what's wrong?" sukuna coos, relishing in the frustration starting to seep into your expression.
toji knows that look. he can see exactly what face you're making from where he's sitting, drink in one hand while the other palms at his crotch.
your bottom lip jutted out and eyebrows knit together as you frown up at sukuna. the look you get on your face when you're starting to get desperate.
he can't help but press harder against his pants, craving the friction to ease some of the throbbing in his cock as toji thinks about you.
thinks about all the times you've looked at him that way, always just before you start begging for him to touch you, taste you, fuck you. you didn't care as long as you had your clit played with and your cunt stuffed full.
needy little thing.
fuck, and it’s not like he wasn't always feeling the same way. he was constantly fighting to keep it together just to hear that one word falling from your pretty lips—
"please," you gasp, head lolling back and resting on sukuna's shoulder as you nudge your nose against his neck. his cologne is musky, the warm scent guiding you deeper into his grasp as his fingers press into your skin.
he didn't even need to ask and you're already here begging him. sukuna's eyes shut for a moment, chest filling with air as he inhales deeply, curbing his own arousal with sheer willpower.
"please what, baby?"
"just need you, please— anything," you speak softly. you know he can hear you, his hips stuttering, pressing harder against your ass.
"tell me how badly you need me," sukuna replies, voice tense as he finally reaches between your legs.
your hips jerk at the feeling of his touch, his fingers prodding at your clothed sex. a low groan resounds behind you when he feels how wet you are.
"fuck, you're soaked down here. you always get this wet?"
you feel your cheeks flush, remembering something similar coming from toji at the beginning of your relationship.
head nodding, you reply silently, earning you another groan when two fingers hook into your panties and tug them aside.
"fuckin’ perfect," sukuna grunts, the pads of his fingers sliding between your folds, collecting your slick before drifting upwards.
bottom lip worried between your teeth you bite back a moan when he finds your clit, all puffy and sensitive with your arousal as he brushes over it.
the slightest contact sending shockwaves coursing through you as your hands reach back to grip his t-shirt.
"so responsive. sensitive, baby?"
you nod again, giving sukuna a little mhm which you're not even sure he catches. but he already knew what the answer would be.
fingers pressing harder, he rubs tight little circles around the bud and you can't hold back your moan this time. soft and honeyed, the sound reaches sukuna's ears and he's addicted instantly. desperate to hear more, his fingers work you faster.
toji exhales, long and slow at the sight before him. his drink long forgotten, there's a ring of condensation around the bottom as he fumbles with his belt.
sukuna's hands are under your skirt and he’s watching you with lidded eyes. toji can see the way your legs are shifting, your head bent back and mouth parted. you're facing him, but unaware of his gaze as you lose yourself in the pleasure you're getting from sukuna.
he wasn't sure at first if you would be open to doing this— to letting him share you— but he should have known.
metal belt buckle clinking, toji finally gets it undone and reaches for his zipper. he tugs it down and shimmies his pants and briefs down over his ass, just enough to free his cock.
aching, he can feel the blood pumping through it, the angry tip already leaking pre before he even wraps his hand around it.
you don't notice, but sukuna does.
he sees the way his friend is leaning back against the booth, one arm resting on the table and the other underneath it.
he sees the way his friend—your boyfriend—is smirking, gaze filled with lust as he watches your legs start to shake.
your breathing is faster and you can feel your orgasm approaching, your pussy clamping down around nothing until sukuna stops. fingers pulling away from your clit and drawing a whine from you as your eyes glare up at him.
"not yet," sukuna drawls, the hand on your hip pushing you forward to create enough space between the two of you so he can unzip his own pants, "need to feel that pussy cum on my cock."
toji groans, hand jerking his cock languidly— sukuna's seriously going to fuck you here? his grip tightens, wrist twisting as he pumps himself to the view of you, the thought of you being filled to the brim by his best friend in the middle of the dance floor.
your stomach flips, an ounce of awareness flowing back into you as your climax starts to fade away.
your head lifts up, eyes gazing around you, now hyper-aware of what toji was just thinking about. sukuna is seriously planning on fucking you right here and now, when anyone who's just not drunk enough, not distracted enough, could take one look and know exactly what was going on.
"w-wait, are you sure— oh god, fuck-"
flipping the back of your skirt up, sukuna wastes no time slipping his cock between your thighs. the shaft sits in your panties, gliding between your lips as he presses his hips back against your ass. the head catches on the soiled fabric, precum joining the arousal that’s already dampened it.
you're immediately grinding back onto him, feeling each vein and the mushroom tip rubbing along your cunt as you leak onto him, juices coating his length.
that's all it took for you to forget about your surroundings again. not a worry on your mind, just cock-drunk and desperate as you reach between your legs. soft fingers wrapping gently around him, sukuna twitches in your hand, needing to bite down on his lip to keep from cumming right then and there.
you're up on your tip-toes again, trying to guide him towards your entrance, fumbling around until you're able to feel the tip of his cock prodding at your hole.
"fuck baby, you're gonna kill me," sukuna groans, rolling his hips, a strangled sound following his words when he feels the head push past that ring of resistance and finally slip inside.
and god, you were so fucking tight. he should have fingered you before. slipped two, maybe three inside your pussy, curling and pumping them in and out of you to stretch you open. but he couldn't wait any longer.
your nails dig into the skin on his hips as you grip onto him for stability, the head alone already feeling like it's splitting you in half. you don't know how you're going to take all of him.
eyes clamped shut, you let out a shaky exhale. "too big— 's not gonna fit."
"it'll fit, but you gotta relax for me," sukuna coos, voice soft despite fighting the urge to slam himself into you, burying himself in one fluid motion.
instead, he reaches back around, giving attention to your clit once more. rubbing you in the way you like, he works you over while pressing deeper inside, inch by inch as your pussy gets wetter for him.
"thaaat's it, see how well you're takin' me?"
his praise makes your core tighten, heat rising to your cheeks as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. you don't even realize you've been holding your breath until you feel sukuna bottom out, the two of you releasing a collective moan.
toji's jaw is tight, teeth clenched as his chest heaves, his own orgasm building.
you're both hot, and he can't deny how good you look together. sukuna’s arm around your waist, holding you close to him while the other is still under your skirt. your lips plant slow, wet kisses to the side of sukuna's neck and he tilts his head, jawline on display as he gives you better access to his throat.
red irises find green ones, the two men unable to break eye contact as you worship sukuna with your mouth and with your pussy that's wrapped tight and fluttering around him, clenching when he starts to move.
he doesn't look away while he pulls his hips back, his length dragging along your gummy walls until only half of him is still inside you. he doesn't look away from toji when he thrusts back inside, a sharp snap of his hips that makes your tits bounce and your eyes slide shut.
allowing the saliva to gather in his mouth, toji finally breaks eye contact, just for a moment to let his spit fall, the fat glob landing right on the tip of his cock.
"fuuuck," sukuna groans, low and hungry as he sets a steady pace.
he wishes he could fuck into you without restraint, at whatever pace he wants in whatever position he wants— but he can't. forced to hold back so you're less likely to get caught, rutting into you with lazy thrusts as his fingers continue rubbing tight circles on your clit.
you can taste the salt from the sweat on his skin, swiping your tongue along his neck before latching your lips on again and sucking gently.
his arm is firm around your torso, hugging you close and squeezing your stomach. the added pressure leaves you squirming in his hold, his cock feeling even bigger, deeper, with the weight on your tummy.
"so fuckin' tight, baby," sukuna grunts. you can smell the liquor on his lips just before his tongue laps at that spot just behind your ear, his breath hot against your skin.
your hands release their grip on his hips, drifting higher to card through his hair, the short undercut sifting between your fingers while his teeth nip at your earlobe.
"s'kuna," you rasp, voice breathless as the pads of his fingers press harder, rougher against your poor, sensitive clit. you're throbbing around him, and he knows you're close.
"you gonna cum?"
you nod quickly, mumbling a quiet 'uh-huh' which leaves a feral grin on his face.
he's been wanting to feel you gushing around him since the moment toji pointed you out to him and now that he’s getting what he wants, he can't hold himself back. just once, sukuna tells himself before he pulls out all the way and slams back in, his ears just barely registering the slick sound of your pussy when he does.
"o-oh fuck!" you cry out into his shoulder, teeth biting down to muffle your voice.
"gonna miss this pretty pussy." sukuna's rougher, more careless with his thrusts, getting hooked on that last brutal one. he's craving the way your cunt constricted around him when he bullied his cock back inside and the little sob you let out because of it.
sukuna’s fingers are working faster, pressing harder, to match his new pace and toji can see the way sukuna’s arm is flexing. veins littering the limb as he drives you towards your peak. and of course he hasn't missed the way sukuna's fucking you now— each thrust has your tits jiggling, threatening to spill out of the little top you have on.
and you have no fucking clue.
to dumb on the feeling of being stretched out on sukuna's dick, you have no idea how much of a show you're giving toji— how much of a show you're almost giving everyone else.
gripping tighter, toji strokes himself faster. wet with spit and precum, his hand glides easily along the shaft and still the feeling doesn't even come close to what he knows sukuna is experiencing right now. that pussy is probably dripping around his base, the insides of your thighs, down to his balls—
"shit, doll—" toji grunts, his free hand coming under the table to cup his own balls, tugging gently as he feels his release building.
"kuna— kuna, 'm gonna cum," you're babbling softly into his neck, lips brushing against his skin and he knows he's close too but he'll be damned you don't cum first.
"open your eyes," his voice is gruff, cutting through your tunnel vision and drawing your attention back to him as he drives you to your peak. "there ya go, head up, baby. look at your pretty boyfriend when you're cumming on my cock."
your vision hazy from your eyes being clamped shut, you scan for toji, a lopsided smile settling on your lips when you meet his stare. his brows are furrowed, his mouth agape, and you can see his climax washing over him the minute yours hits.
the minute you're shaking in sukuna's arms, gasping for breath as you cum is the moment that ruins toji. with a guttural groan he's tugging on himself one last time before his balls are twitching, ropes of cum spurting from his tip into his hand and onto his thighs under the table.
"yeah, that's it— fucking milkin' me, baby." sukuna's losing his rhythm, his hips faltering as your pussy keeps quivering around him, and you keep whimpering his name into his ear, the overstimulation leaving your brain fuzzy.
"gonna fill you up, you want that?" you're nodding your head even before the whole question is out, just eager to give him whatever he wants.
"yeah, she loves that shit, don't ya, doll?" toji's voice cutting in sends your eyes flying open to see him standing before you, signature smirk on his face. he brings a hand to yours, grabbing your chin in his hands he tilts your head up to him, forcing you to look him in the eyes as sukuna keeps fucking you from behind. "you wanna walk out of here with his cum dripping down your legs, don't you?"
it's not really a question that time— he knows it's true. and still you answer, nodding your head and sukuna can't take his eyes off you two.
the tension between you is spreading to him, enveloping him in your arousal as he teeters on the edge of his release, he just needs that one last push—
"tell him then, be a good girl."
your head falls back, eyes looking up at sukuna as he stares down at you with hunger, tongue slipping out to wet his lips. "kunaaa," you whine, "want you to cum inside me— wanna feel it filling me up, please."
he never stood a chance.
the second the words leave your mouth he's moaning out your name, his cock twitching once before he's spilling inside you. rope after rope of his seed filling your pussy as he sighs deeply, hand slipping out of your panties before he pulls out.
sukuna's quick to adjust the soiled undergarment, pulling it taut as his spend starts to seep out of your poor hole onto the fabric.
you squeeze your knees together, smoothing down your skirt as you just pray that your panties will hold up until you're back home. sukuna grins, tucking himself away while toji slips an arm around your waist, finally getting to feel the warmth of you pressed up against him again.
"you two gonna head out?" sukuna questions, running a hand through his sweat-slicked hair while the three of you make your way off the dance floor.
"yeah, gotta clean this messy girl up," toji chuckles, prompting you to swat at him.
"you're so annoying," you huff before turning back to sukuna. "maybe we'll see you again sometime?"
sukuna raises a brow at that, teeth bared in a quick smile, "long as your boyfriend doesn't mind— i'm more than willing to make that happen."
toji rolls his eyes, hand sliding to your lower back as he guides you out in front of him, "yeah, yeah, we know."
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you decide one night you're gonna dress up for him and go the full way before he gets home - everything shower, plucking every visible strand of body hair, putting on body oil, layering your lotions and perfumes, setting up candles, and then putting on a matching lingerie set in his favorite color and you position yourself in bed waiting for him. then you realize halfway through that you must look nuts. the two of you are very blase when it comes to sex. hell, he'd probably have a go at you if you hadn't showered three days, and so doing all this for no particular reason might weird him out a little.
you two have the kind of relationship where you make fun of each other. sure, he fucks you stupid most nights and thinks you're the hottest person alive, but you're so casual with each other that its also almost like you're best friends. so he'd definitely tease you if he saw you doing all this for him. you start to scramble off the bed in hopes of getting dressed and washing all the scents off your body when he walks in and just about freezes entirely as he sees you, having gone all out.
are those rose petals on the floor?
"ba-baby! you're home so soon," you laugh awkwardly, quickly blowing one of the candles out. "i-i had this idea and i thought you'd like if i got all dressed up for you, but i realized that this is totally stupid and you don't care about all this stuff and-"
he listens to you for about two seconds longer before he groans and climbs on top of you, tearing off his outside clothes. "this is my favorite color." he says, fondling your body roughly and placing his mouth to your neck while rocking his rapidly hardening bulge against your core. "you did all this for me and you thought i wouldn't care? d'yknow me at all?" he kisses down your body and pulls your underwear to the side by his teeth, wanting to look at it and ruin it while he makes a mess of you.
makes you cum on his tongue 3 times before he pounds you stupid into the mattress while forcing you to look into his eyes the entire time. he also makes you tell him how pretty you are and makes you acknowledge how obsessed with you he is. he can't help but cum in you over and over again. his loads are thicker than usual too. you must've worked him up a whole lot with this little ensemble. the panties, by the way, are a soaked, flimsy mess by the time he's done, since he made you keep them on the whole time and came inside you, watching it leak out onto the fabric.
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a/n - thank you anon for the request, I did this asap bc I was horny! It is quite mean and I lost the plot mid way through so it is a bit questionable. Also three posts in less than 5 hours wtf, please go look at my suguru smut 🩵
hear me out cake with toji but he doesn’t get the memo..
“ok my first one is..dick from teen titans.,”
You placed the pick with the photo in the store bought cake with a big grin looking over at Toji to see his reaction.
“dick? his name is dick? stupid fucking name. uh this one.”
“babe u have to say the name.”
“oh, ok well choking.”
He mumbled no shame as he put down a photo of you being choked.
your mouth was agape staring at him
“toji, it’s supposed to be a hear me out?”
“it is a hear me out..? i enjoy choking u..not everyone does?”
He counter acts scoffing as he crossed his arms.
“fine..ok my second one, all of the teenage mutant ninja turtles at once..boy the live action one tho.”
You put 4 toothpicks down before looking back up at Toji.
“turtles? god ur kinky. anyways my next one are ur tits.”
Then he proceeded to to put a grainy photo of ur tits smack bag in the middle of the cake.
You where to tired to argue so u just continued after a couple more animated people and numbers on ur part, and a plethora of pictures of you and one of ur vibrators..
It was finally the last one.
“ok my last one is us..like if i wasn’t me i would crack us both at once and then come for seconds.”
Toji just stared and then rolled his eyes before leaning down towards you.
“you..would crack? what the fuck is with you today? you horny we’ll just stop the video and i’ll take care of ya baby.”
Toji kissed your temple softly wrapping his arm around your waist and tugging you to his chest.
“whatever my last one is you in my shirt in the kitchen with no panties.”
He put the tooth pick in front of the toys one and smirked even harder.
“are u serious right now?”
“so serious.”
yall next should be sugar daddy sukuna i think so my anon should watch out!!
when toji says nothing can keep him away from you, he’s not kidding.
morning breath and you haven’t brushed your teeth? he doesn’t care, he’ll kiss you like always and lick the front and back of both rows of your teeth clean.
don’t even try to tell him you can’t kiss him because you’ve gone down with a cold and can’t breathe out of your nose. he’ll suck the snot out himself.
but his favorite?
it’s when you haven’t showered yet.
it’s when you taste and smell like you. no sugary body wash, no minty shampoo, just you.
“toji, i’m sweaty and i haven’t showered,” you protested, although your words fall on deaf ears as he pulls your shorts and underwear down in one go.
he takes one long look at the marvelous sight in front of him, feeling his mouth water at your glistening cunt. his tongue runs over his lips, then the rough scar just adjacent to it.
toji doesn’t waste any time — diving into your slick folds nose-first and taking a deep breath in. your thoughts melt into a puddle every time his nose rubs against your clit and teases your entrance.
a guttural groan rumbles in his chest, arms wrapping around your thighs to bury his face deeper into your cunt.
the moment his tongue darts out to lick a long stripe against your slit, gathering your sweetness onto his tastebuds, he’s a goner.
he doesn’t stop, no — he doesn’t even think about it. not even after you’ve lost count of your orgasms; not even after you’ve squirted heaps onto him that he looked like he had just come out of the shower.
his boxers were soaked from him coming after rutting his dick against the edge of the bed, senses heightened from the pleasure he was giving you.
toji’s definitely a little gross, but you love it.
♥︎ ݁ 𓏲 your boyfriend turns into a #certifiedslut during bulking season
bulking-season him doesn’t just look different—he feels different. it’s in the weight of him when he lays on you, the way his chest seems broader overnight, how his thighs take up more space on the bed. his whole body feels denser, heavier, like he’s carrying an extra layer of warmth that only you get to touch. even his hugs change; he used to wrap his arms around you, now he engulfs you, pulling you into his chest until you can barely breathe, whispering, “missed you,” like it’s a confession.
you notice it first in the mornings. the way he stretches and his back looks huge—muscles thick and carved, delts rounded, veins standing out along his arms because he’s been lifting like a demon. when he grabs your hips, his hands feel bigger, rougher, more demanding. he picks you up without warning now, with this effortless strength that makes your stomach drop. you’ll squeal and yell at him to put you down, and he just laughs, voice still raspy from sleep, “can’t. i like carrying you.”
and oh god—the appetite. not just for food. bulking-season him fucks like he’s starving. like he’s been thinking about you all day, every rep, every set. he comes home already half-hard, chest pumped, smelling like sweat and something primal, and the second he sees you? it’s over. he doesn’t even take his shoes off sometimes—he crowds you into a wall with his newly heavy body, one big hand sliding under your shirt, the other grabbing your ass like he owns it.
he kisses you messy, urgent, teeth grazing your lower lip, and you can feel the extra weight behind every movement. he’s stronger. more grounded. when he presses you into the bed, you feel the difference—the solidness of him, the warmth that rolls off his skin, the way his thighs cage you in and you know there’s no moving him even if you tried.
and he gets feral when he’s inside you. something about the bulk makes him rut harder, deeper, like he can’t get close enough. he holds your hips still with those thick hands and fucks into you with this steady, overwhelming force that makes your vision blur. his groans are deeper, too—lower, almost animal-like—like the sound is coming from somewhere way down in his chest.
he’ll pin your wrists above your head, muscles flexing, veins popping along his forearms, and say shit like: “hold still. let me have you.”
“you can take it — c’mon, pretty girl.”
“fuck, you feel even tighter when i’m bigger.”
and when he gets close? he grabs your thighs and folds you so easily it scares you a little—not rough, just strong. the kind of strength that comes from weeks of training and eating like he’s preparing for hibernation. he buries his face in your neck, fucking into you harder, faster, chasing his release with this raw, hungry determination that makes you feel devoured.
afterwards, he’s still panting, still heavy on top of you, one big hand stroking your thigh like he’s calming himself down. then he grins—tired but still cocky, and murmurs, “round two in ten minutes. just need a snack first.”
and he means it. because bulking-season him isn’t just horny… he’s insatiable. he's stronger. heavier, hungrier—and every part of him feels made to ruin you.
Synopsis . In which you take up a low-paying security job at some horror theme park. By the time your shift starts, all the actors and people should have gone home and all you have to do is watch the cameras. And yet... you're not alone. (inspo: fnaf, duh!)
Pairing . scare actor!toji x security guard!reader ft. pervy!shiu / Content . afab!reader, eventual gun play, fnaf references, porn with a bit of plot, rough sex, taunting, teasing, lots of flirting, toji's a whore (as per usual), oral sex (f!receiving), a bit of dry humping, a tease of shiu x reader, slight-exhibitionism, brat taming, creampies, dumbification, edging, size kink (his dick is huge #canon), lots of banter, dirty talk, spitting, pet names, etc. / wc . 9.5k (gulp..)
A/N: Before anyone asks, no I don't believe in condoms in any of my fics <3 Banner from "Hachisuka's Family Kotoribako" sorry if there are any errors! (Kinktober Masterlist.) [MDNI]
You’ve done a lot of kinky shit in your life but feeling the cold metal of a gun glaze over your sopping clit was probably somewhere in your top ten after tonight.
And no, this is not how your last night working at this god forsaken horror theme park was supposed to go but, here you are: sitting on top of some prop office desk as Toji Fushiguro watches the way your pussy leaks sloppily against the tip of your gun that he confiscated just moments ago.
You guess Shiu was right about one thing when he hired you... the scare actors do, in fact, get a bit quirkier as the nights go on.
——
Night One.
It started pretty simply.
You were stationed inside a very cramped office—two doors located on your right and left, desk in the middle—that left you feeling a bit uncomfortable but, it was pretty on par with the offered pay for this job.
No one was in the park when you initially arrived and you’d only spoken to your employer Shiu Kong through email up until this point. The whole thing was sketchy from the very beginning and yet, you still took the job. You needed a quick cash grab and five nights working at this horror theme park you quite admire in your free time didn’t sound so bad.
After all, the main attraction to said park was in the name: Fushiguro Frights. You’d never heard of an entire park named after a mere scare actor so you were drawn in by that alone. Apparently—after some extensive research—he’d been so good at his job that the owners renamed the park after him and he quickly became the main attraction.
Yeah, there were plenty of other things in this park that people came to check out like the haunted houses, those creepy ass mazes, some rides, etcetera. But everyone really only came for one thing and that was Toji Fushiguro.
Was he scary? You don’t know, didn’t care too much to find out either. The only thing that caught your attention about him aside from the place being named after him was how hot he was. People talked about how they came to get scared by him but you knew for a fact that was the last thing people really came for.
Well, at least that’s what you’ve told yourself anyway. You try to ignore that a lot of people talk about how ridiculously fast he is and how nobody ever really knows where he’s going to be or when. He just kinda.. “pops up” and that’s what scares people, you figure.
Not that any of that matters much to you. You’re a security guard taking the weirdest night shift offered. You’re supposed to show up about an hour after midnight and then you just sit and watch the cameras for the next six hours. This job was going to be a walk in the park, literally-
The loud ass ring of some old phone makes your skin jump as you nearly fall out of your chair. Muttering some sort of curse before you collect yourself, your hand goes out to answer it and a voice was coming through before you could even fix your lips to say anything.
“Hello, hello?” The voice is filled with static and sounds like something that was recorded from back in 1987 or something…
You finally open your mouth to say something but when a hand lands on the door to your left and a voice fills the small space of your office with a hum of, “Yo,” the only thing leaving your throat is a yelp of surprise.
You nearly jump out of your chair again and your head whirls to the side to look at who the hell just walked in.
Standing there with one of his arms resting on the doorframe is a tall man with dark hair and a thin mustache, who takes a slow drag from the cigarette perched between his lips before exhaling its contents to the side and nodding his chin at you. “Little jumpy for a security guard, no?” He points out carefully.
Gulping, you let your lashes bat as you take in his audacity to point out your surprise as if he didn’t just pop up out of nowhere. “I-, who are you?”
The man cracks a lazy smile and lets his eyes glide down your seated frame slowly and completely unashamed. Then his eyes meet yours again as he plucks his cigarette from between his lips and flicks it off to the side, scoffing, “The person who hired you, of course.”
Ah, Shiu. You nod at his little reminder and then take in his appearance, making an effort to commit it to memory so he doesn’t scare the shit out of you like that again in the future. “Right,” You sigh, “It’s nice to finally meet you then.”
He’s extending his hand out for you to shake before you even think about doing so yourself, to which you carefully slot your hand into his and then flash a polite little smile.
You should’ve known from then that this whole experience would be… weird.
Hell, you should’ve known things would be strange from the moment you saw the poorly put-together flyer offering this damn job. And yet, here you are.
Shiu then went on to explain the things you’d be required to do for the next five nights you’d be working here. Which… wasn’t much, if anything at all. In so many words, he explained that all you’d be doing is sitting there checking the security cameras.
“And don’t worry about that old ass phone over there,” He hums with a casual nod of his head, “It’s just another one of our little gimmicks here meant to scare folks. But, I think that’s just about everything.” Shiu finishes off before pushing himself away from the door and steps toward you.
Instinctively, you go to slide your chair back and make room for him because you assumed he was going to try to show you something with the cameras again but to your ever-loving surprise, he leans down toward you and tugs your chair close to him.
Clicking his tongue, “One more thing though,” He breathes out, sharp brown eyes meeting yours with warning, and the scent of a freshly smoked cigarette wafting into your space. “Under no conditions are you allowed to fuck the scare actors.”
“Pardon?” You choke out with widening eyes. Then you find yourself leaning back into your chair a bit more to create some distance between the two of you, smiling awkwardly, “Why would I… Wait, is that something that happens often or..?”
Seeming to hit the nail right on the head, Shiu nods begrudgingly and then lifts one of his hands to wipe it over his face as if to erase his mind of things he’s seen before. “It’s part of the reason why we’re in such a desperate search for people like you to work the night shift. Last few security guards just… couldn’t help themselves, I guess.”
You don’t exactly mean to but, you chuckle at the thought of that. The past few security guards got caught sleeping with the actors here? How bizarre.
You lift your hands to wave off his warning since you know you’d never do something like that, “You don’t have to worry about that where I’m concerned, Mr. Kong.”
“Jus’ Shiu is fine, doll.” He corrects in that deep voice of his while leaning away from you and finally standing up straight again, “And I’d sure hope not. ‘Can’t say I blame all our past security guards for fallin’ into ‘temptation’—if you will—but, it does become quite the headache to deal with when they do the things they do where… people can see, y’know?”
Cocking a brow at that, “Sorry, ‘falling into temptation’? Are you implying that the actors here like, go out of their way to sleep with the security guards?”
Shiu seems to think about a specific event from the past as you say that with the way his expression shifts into something almost reminiscent. “Yeah, somethin’ like that. Most of our actors are fine and head home like normal people when the park closes but then there’s… a few of ‘em that..” He trails off for a second to ponder, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his tight slacks and leaning back a bit. With another click of his tongue, “I guess you could say a few of our actors here tend to get a bit quirkier as the nights go on.”
Whatever the fuck that means, you find yourself saying mentally. This whole ordeal was getting weirder and weirder the more you learned but, you were trying to focus on the money, even if it wasn’t that much.
Strange or not, things were simple: watch the cameras and don’t fuck any of the actors. Easy peasy.
Your employer goes over a few more things with you like; how to shut your office doors in case of a dire emergency and how you should be very careful with when to shut them since they drain a lot of power, a refresher on how to use the gun you’ve got attached to your hip—though you really think that was Shiu’s sly way of getting closer to you—and lastly, what to do if you do happen to encounter any of the scare actors.
Apparently, you were supposed to professionally escort them out of the park if you caught any of them lingering around during your shift. Shiu explained how some may try to distract you from doing so but as long as you’re stern with removing them, they should listen to you.
After all of that, he leaves and tells you to call him if you run into any minor issues.
The rest of your first night goes by without anything else eventful happening so, maybe the next four days would be easy after all.
——
Night two.
When you arrived at work on this day, you should’ve quit right after.
Why? Because as soon as you enter your office, you’re met with Shiu sitting in your chair with his legs sprawled out, a hand resting suspiciously high against his thigh, and his phone held in his palm. The moment you walk in, he flinches as if he’d been caught doing something he had no business doing and something about the whole interaction left you side-eyeing the man.
Not that he seemed to notice, or care.
Clearing his throat as he moves to stand up and make room for you to pass by, “You’re early.” Shiu comments.
You brush by him to place your bag on the office desk and then take a seat in your chair, “And you’re in my office.” You point out in a simple tone that weirdly makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. For some reason, he was nervous around you and you were kinda catching onto it despite today only being your second night. “Why’s that?” You add on in question before looking at him.
Shiu clears his throat again and gestures his chin toward your desk, to which you find a sticky note with a phone number on it, “Stopped by to leave that for ya’. Just in case anything crazy happens, you can just give me a call, y’know?” He explains.
You nod along slowly and swipe the note up to input the digits into your phone, “Alright, thank you. Should I be worried tonight or something?” Your lips quirk a little to grin while you type in his number and shoot him a short text.
To which Shiu—overly easy—finds himself smiling and leaning against your office door frame again, plucking his cellphone out of his pocket to skim over your text and save your contact. “Nah, nothin’ to be worried about, doll. The numbers for emergencies only.” He claims for a moment, then lifts his eyes back onto you and swipes his tongue out over his lips. “Unless, of course, you’re ever bored ‘n wanna shoot me a text or two. I’d consider that quite the emergency too, so I won’t mind.”
You look up at him, smiling knowingly now. “If you want me to text you in my free time, just say that, Shiu.”
The sound of his name on your tongue makes him look off to the side again. Then he pushes himself off the wall and throws his hands up, “You said it, not me but, sure—I want you to text me.” He confesses. After which he adds, “Wouldn’t want you to die of boredom or anything like that, y’know?” as if to make up for the fact that he’s so openly flirting with you right now.
The two of you continue with that bit of small talk for a few minutes before he finally leaves.
Alone in your office, you spend the next few hours working diligently; flipping through the cameras, occasionally walking around your section of the park to check a few blind spots out, and ultimately ending right back up inside your office.
Nothing too eventful happened during your second night outside of you getting Shiu’s number. And the fact that his first-day warning of “no fucking the scare actors” rang throughout your head from time to time was something that left you anything but bored. You spent most of this day wondering what the actors were like in person and you were honestly curious about how “tempting” they could be.
He never gave you any names but you doubted that the whole thing could apply to Toji Fushiguro, he was the best scare actor of the park after all! Surely he didn’t fall into that category of individuals who liked to fuck around with security guards like you–
The sight of something moving suddenly catches the corner of your eye from the camera. Sitting up fast and scooting closer to your desk where the old monitors sat, you rushed to click on the area you saw movement in just for nothing to be there once you got to it. But, you’re not crazy, you definitely saw something.
You stay on it for a few minutes before clicking out and letting all the cameras splay across your screen, eyes flocking over each just to see if you would catch any more movement. Luckily for you, a person is spotted strolling through one of the haunted houses. Your finger works fast against the mouse to tap into that camera and really take in the sight to confirm your lack of going crazy.
You end up gasping in surprise because on the camera shown to you is the Toji Fushiguro walking around with not a single care in the world. Then—perhaps you imagine it but—he suddenly stops walking and looks directly at the camera before winking.
Your flashlight, a pair of handcuffs, and your safety gun are all swiped up in a matter of seconds before you go rushing out to try and catch him inside that haunted house in person.
Unfortunately for you, by the time you make it there, he’s nowhere to be found.
The rest of your night carries out without another hitch.
——
Night three.
This night wasn’t super eventful honestly.
Or at least, that’s what you tell yourself in comparison to all the other nights you’ve had so far and end up having going forward. The most noteworthy thing about night number three is how there’s movement on the cameras again and this time when you go out to check and see who it is, some random bummy-ass actor named Naoya is the perpetrator.
He made a lot of distasteful comments about you that he tried to pass off as compliments but his way of doing so was so disturbing that you were very quick with the way you cuffed him and escorted him off of park grounds.
Now, according to Shiu, you’re technically not supposed to cuff any of the scare actors unless they give you trouble. Yet, the moment you explained to him that the actor in question was Naoya, he understood immediately and even said how you could’ve been a little rough with the guy too since he’s known for being a complete ass to everyone he comes in contact with.
No sight of Toji during all that though.
Interesting.
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Night four.
While this night wasn’t exactly the highlight of your entire job, it was definitely something worth mentioning. Why? Oh, y’know because this is the night you “formally” meet Toji Fushiguro and by formally, it’s only meant that he scares the living shit out of you while you’re in your office.
Legs perched up against your desk—eyes everywhere but on the cameras because you were too busy texting Shiu about god knows what—you hadn’t really been doing your job. But since your employer didn’t seem to mind, that meant it was okay in some sense, right? Even though the only reason he didn’t mind was that you and he were exchanging very flirtatious messages with one another, the point still stands.
And as you sat back tapping away on that bright screen of yours, you were completely oblivious to the watchful eyes all around you. For the past three days before now, you figured no one dared to come to your office at the very least. If anyone was going to be on park grounds after hours like this, they were sure to be somewhere fun or somewhere that would cause you to get up.
To your everloving surprise—just as you’re nibbling away at your bottom lip in reaction to something rather explicit said by Shiu—a voice hits you from your right. “Wow, I’m almost offended.” A man with a voice deep enough to invoke a scream of pure fear from your throat comments all too casually.
God, you really were jumpy for a security guard.
That same man can’t help but laugh when you go tumbling out of your chair after being scared like that. After all, this is the kinda reaction he usually works so hard for throughout the day. “Here I thought somethin’ bad had happened to you since you didn’t come lookin’ for me like last time and yet, you’re here sexting with that old fart Shiu.” The man continues in a low drawl, watching you struggle to collect yourself on the floor.
Your heart is hammering in your chest from the jump scare and you forget all of your very short training that was given for this position. No one was supposed to be in the park, let alone in your office like this and yet here this guy was talking all regularly as if this were just another Thursday night.
When your head does finally fly up and your eyes meet his, the first thing you do is gulp. Toji was a big man and from your angle down on the floor right now, he seemed twice his usual size. Large beefy arms folded across his broad chest, head cocked to the side, scarred lips tugged up into a torpid smirk, and dark verdant eyes low-lidded and taut on your floored frame.
You don’t know what he normally wears for work to scare people but right now he was in a black shirt that looked like it was glued to his muscles and some big baggy grey sweatpants that made you double-take a few times because you swear you saw–
Toji suddenly crouches down to you and smiles. “Aw, look at’cha. Too frightened to say anything, officer?”
You instinctively throw something nearby at him, to which he swiftly evades with some sort of nonchalance that leaves you irritated already. Whatever you’d thrown clatters somewhere behind him and he glances back at the item before chuckling.
“Oh, we’re feisty today, huh?” He comments, slowly turning his expression to face you once more. Those low eyes of his shoot open in surprise when he’s met with a gun pointed at his face. Geez, all he did was scare you! Scoffing at the rather cute display, Toji merely tips his head further to the side so that your gun isn’t blocking the eye contact he wants to keep with you as he says, “You plan on doin’ something with that or are you jus’ trying to be cute?”
Something catches in your chest, like this burning feeling of distaste at the way he didn’t seem even phased by having a weapon pointed at him like this. “You’re not supposed to be here, Mr. Fushiguro.”
His smile widens, “You’ve got some pretty manners for a woman with a gun to my head.”
“And you’ve got some audacity parading about the park after hours. Just because the place is named after you doesn’t mean you can break the rules, asshat.” You spit.
Toji snorts, “Oh c’monnn, you’re no fun.” Then, along with that little taunting tone of his, he lets his gaze slip down a little, “I just came to check on you. You weren’t even doing your job properly if I managed to make it all the way here without you noticing.”
Obviously, you’re quick to take offense, despite his words being very much true. But it’s not your fault you were distracted, Shiu has a very filthy way of words that’d leave anyone distracted.
Rolling your eyes, “Cut the bullshit. The last time you were walking around, you left before I could catch you.”
Toji stares at you for a moment before leaning back a bit in thought. You had a point there, he did purposefully draw you out of your office the other day just to mess with you, and then left without a trace. But, could you really blame him? He wanted to get a decent grasp on your personality and how committed you were to this little five-day job of yours.
Humming, “Oh, did I?” as he comes to terms with it.
You continue to hold that gun up, still aiming at him but not seeming to have any intentions of pulling the trigger.
The man barks out another laugh and shakes his head as he throws his hands to admit defeat, “Okay, fair.” Then those burly shoulders lifted to shrug, “But so what if I wanna walk around after hours, who’s it harmin’?”
Your pointed stare persists, “Me and my job.”
“You don’t have to tell anyone I’m here,” he counters.
You’re quiet for a moment and a moment only, thinking his words over. Technically he was right, you didn’t have to tell anyone he was ever there but, you didn’t want anything to come out of your pay and you had no idea whether or not Shiu checked the camera feeds after you left just to make sure you were doing everything correctly—especially considering that warning of his on your first day…
Don’t fuck the scare actors.
Y’know, looking at Toji now and the way he’s so casual about having a gun pointed at him, perhaps you understood that whole temptation thing, just a bit. He was unfairly sexy with everything he did, after all.
Eventually, you let your hand fall and return your weapon to its holster with a sigh, “Can you please just go?” You request defeatedly. You didn’t want to drag this out any longer or fall victim to any more “temptation”.
Toji seems amused by your attitude now and he pushes up from his knees to stand. Then, with a roll of his shoulder, he makes sure to add a snarky little, “As long as you promise to do your job properly once I do, sure.” While he turns for one of the exits.
“Excuse me?” You scoff, finally managing to pull yourself up off the floor.
He starts to disappear around the corner and you hear him continue with yet another taunt that’s sure to leave you all the more annoyed. “Keep your eyes on those cameras, officer.” Toji muses.
You try to catch up with him and turn that corner yourself just to make sure he’s actually heading down the hallway to leave, “I always-” You’re cut off by the fact that there’s not a single sight of him down the hallway as your eyes peer down its expanse. It was so strange the way he always just disappeared like that. Leaving you murmuring a soft and confused, “The fuck…”
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Night five.
The night that actually matters, if you will.
The past few were… something but tonight definitely takes the cake. After yesterday’s strange encounter with Toji, you’d found yourself actually listening to his scolding about you not doing your job properly.
Instead of giggling through Shiu’s texts the entire night, you were perked up in front of the monitors, flipping through each of the camera frames like a hawk as if waiting for something to happen. That stretches on for hours and you quickly find your brain feeling dull with a strong impending boredom that you previously cured via texting.
Yet, something in you was determined to make Toji eat those words about you not doing shit properly. As if he had any room to speak, he literally broke park rules twice already! There you were though, headphones in your ear as you listened to music to give your mind some sort of stimulation while you stared blankly at the live footage ahead.
Nothing had moved or changed for hours and you felt like you were going to fall right asleep any moment now. Luckily for you though, you hear a sound down the hallway just outside your left office door. It scares you a bit but you’re trying to get control over all your jumpiness so, you roll your chair over to the door and lazily poke your head out.
Eyes scanning the drab hall ahead for any signs of life—having assumed the sound might’ve come from one of those rodents you’d once spotted previously—you’re quickly disappointed by nothing being there. Then you let out a heavy sigh and roll back to your monitors, clicking through to new areas you’re not exactly responsible for checking just because you needed something new to look at.
The soft click, click, click of your mouse was the only thing alongside the old fan running on your desk that made noise within your office. Everything was so still that it got eerie whenever you paid attention to it long enough. You were really alone in this big ass park, forced to watch some cameras for a few hours just to get paid….
The realization dawns on you a bit but just before you could quite dwell on it, you flick to a new area and gasp softly at what you’re met with.
Toji.
He’s standing in some office that weirdly looks a lot like yours, hunched over a desk and looking at a screen in front of him. You blink a few times and try to zoom in to figure out what exactly that screen is but you’re quickly distracted by the way his head turns and he makes eye contact with you. Well, technically the camera you’re currently watching him from but, it was close enough and sudden enough to make you gulp.
The man wasn’t exactly scary, he was just… creepy? But, in a good way, considering his profession ‘n all..
Even so, the two of you have some kind of staring contest before you see the way he makes a gesture with his fingers to beckon you toward him and then mouths out the words; Come get me.
You’re quickly ticked off all over again because who did he think he was taunting you like that? First, he had the nerve to criticize you on your job—even though he was right—and now he had the nerve to challenge you to come find him?
You don’t think you could’ve moved any faster, honestly. You hated how he thought he was just so smart and slick, hiding off in a section of the theme park he knew you were not even supposed to be looking at. Yet there you were storming off in that direction ‘cause you’d rather die than let him think he’s got you bested in… whatever it was the two of you had going on.
And in all this, the worst part was that he definitely was besting you in this—whatever it may be—because you didn’t even stop to think nor consider how the hell he always knew you were watching him. Or how he kept disappearing from areas as soon as you went to look for him.
At least, none of this dawns on you until you get to the same place you just saw him standing in on the cameras. The mock office you were in now was creepier than yours, dust and cobwebs coating nearly everything and the only source of lighting coming from your flashlight before you felt around for something to flick the lights on and then a dim creepy red light lit up only a fraction of the area.
It was clear that this was yet another attraction in the park but, it was almost like this room was made to scare people like you who worked there. The whole room was almost an exact replica of your office, just older. It made you wonder why the hell visitors of the park would wander into this area. After surveying the area, you soon groan at the lack of Toji being here and then turn to leave.
Juuust as you make it halfway down the hall, you hear a thump somewhere behind you that’s followed by a low, “Shit.”
You immediately turn back and rush in the direction since there was no way in hell you’d let Toji get away from you again. The moment you enter the office, you don’t even think twice about damn near tackling the man standing there. It would’ve been really embarrassing if it wasn’t Toji but luckily for you, as your hands work to pin a pair of wrists down and your body straddles his, it does turn out to be him.
Perfect.
You’re using one hand to keep his wrists crossed over one another while you work your other fingers toward a pair of handcuffs and finally finally get him restrained. “Got you,” You finally huff all confidently with a proud smile etched onto your features. He wasn’t getting away all easily this time, not without you properly dragging him out yourself just like you did with Naoya before.
Toji’s huffing a bit at the way you actually caught him off guard—at least with getting him down on the floor, he wasn’t expecting that at all—but a smug grin remains on his face, almost making you feel small despite being on top of him. “Yeah ya’ did, doll.” He purrs all deeply, watching the way your smile flickers. “So, what’re you gonna do now, huh?”
“Uh,” You glance off to the side, hand still holding his wrists down whilst you move to cuff him properly, “Escort you out, obviously.”
Those thin dark brows of his shoot up all unsurprisedly, “Really? But we were having so much fun.” He claims. You’re trying to figure out where he got that from since all you two have been doing is playing some weird game of cat and mouse up until now. Then he adds, “Are y’really gonna make me leave after all that?”
“You were having fun, not me.” You correct shortly.
Toji cocks a brow and lets those deep hazel-like eyes of his flock down your body, “Is that why you’re sitting on top of me and pinning me down like this?” He asks slowly, lips quirking up into a smirk now.
You try to ignore the way his looks make your body feel hot above him, “This was necessary, otherwise you would’ve run away like you did the last two times.”
“Yeah?” Toji taunts, hips twitching upward and leaving it damn near impossible for you not to feel what’s pressing up hard against your spread legs. You quickly realize the position the two of you are in right now. He seems to have acknowledged it and decides to tip his head back as if to get comfortable, “Alright then, officer. Escort me out.”
Smug bastard.
For some reason unbeknownst to both of you, your body doesn't move. You just sit there on top of him, keeping him pinned while your eyes widen and you try to figure out what the hell you really wanted to do with him.
“Hah, lemme guess..” Toji starts up again, head tilting to the side with such confidence that it almost pisses you off… again. Then you feel his legs move and his hips rise a bit, not only pressing his erection firmly against you but also causing your body to slump forward just a bit more. “You feel it too, huh?” He whispers.
Your face is hovering decently over his now and you’re expertly ignoring that fat twitch of his cock beneath you. Gulping before you ask, “Feel what?” You could hardly remember how the hell you got into this position in the first place.
“‘Me against you.” He clarifies quickly enough for your face to flush over. “I love seeing a strong woman on top of me, can’t help but get a lil’ turned on by it.”
Batting your lashes down at him, the last thing you expected was for him to explain himself to you. Stammering, “T-Toji.”
His smile softens just a bit at the sound of his first name on your tongue like that, “What? We’re both adults here and I feel like I can be honest with ya’. So, what do you say you uncuff me and uh,” He clicks his tongue before glancing off, “Y’know, let me reward ya’ for finally catching me.”
The implication alone was enough to make you throb. Feeling his thick bulge resting right underneath you really wasn’t helping you make proper decisions. It was definitely bigger than anything you’ve had before, you could feel it creating the most sinful friction between the two of you every time either of you opened your mouths.
Fuck, it was torture.
“I don’t need a reward for that,” You eventually manage to say, trying to remember your professionalism. Then you take your lower lip into your mouth and chew on it in thought before sighing, “I need to take you out of the park.” The words left you as if they were a reminder to yourself and not him.
Toji finally looks directly up at you again. He could practically see the gears in your head turning, “And yet you’re sittin’ on top of me, twitching every time I open my mouth, and lookin’ at me like you wanna fuck me.” He blurts out. “Is that what it is—why you’re not movin’? Cause’ you wanna fuck?”
You make the mistake of flinching and he grits his teeth to bite back a groan. Your little jump felt way too close to you grinding against him and it was starting to drive him insane.
Then you have the nerve to breathe out a soft, “What?”
“Don’t pull the innocent card here,” Toji snaps, eyes narrowing before they flick down to your lips and how sweetly they’re parted. “I can practically see the drool against your lips.”
You blink, “I-I don’t-“
“Hell,” His gaze flutters down and he just lets himself grind up against your clothed cunt fully. “I can feel the drool on those other lips too.”
“You’re nasty,” You puff out before ultimately lifting your hips entirely—as if to escape how good it felt when he rolled his hips like that—and then going to stand up over him. “I don’t want to fuck you a-and… and I’m not getting off on any of this.”
Toji bites his bottom lip and then looks down at your thighs, noticing how close you are despite standing up. He doesn’t move from the floor and instead sneers, “She says with a soakin’ wet pussy.”
“Oh my god.” Your breath catches in your throat.
“Whaaat?” Toji purrs, still sprawled out on the floor but now leaning up as his cuffed hands fall into his lap. “Are you mad I know the effect I have on you?” He asks with an endearingly tilted head.
You send a glare down to him, “You don’t have an effect on me, Toji.”
“We’re still here though,” He points out, “I’m cuffed but you’re not removing me.”
“That’s because-“
“Because you’re too hot ‘n bothered to think straight.” He cuts off before shifting forward, cuffed hands creeping up to the back of your calves. “And y’know, there’s a real easy fix for that.”
You gulp—thickly—and then finally cave, shoulders slumping slightly in defeat. “…What might that be, exactly?” You ask carefully, asking yourself over and over; how did you get here?
Toji’s smile grows wicked. Gotcha’.
From the angle he’s at, he doesn’t even realize how hungry he looks to please you over anything else. “You could spread these legs ‘n show me you’re not the least bit turned on after all that,” He suggests, eyes burning up into yours with a look of longing. “‘Promise I’ll leave ya’ alone after that.”
Now, you very well could have just told him no right then and there because truthfully, Toji would’ve left you alone even if you refused to show him anything. If you’d walked away, that would’ve been fine.
But do you? Fuck no.
Which is exactly why your work pants soon slip down your legs and you reveal a slicked pair of panties to his overly greedy green eyes. You’re standing right in front of him and Toji’s a big man so he’s eye level with your cunt even as he remains seated on the floor.
His hands have now dropped from your legs and are pawing at that plump tent in his pants. His cock was sweltering at the tip, drips and drips of precum bundling up against the fabric of his boxers while he stared all starved at the way your panties were practically glued to your soaked folds.
At first, he didn’t even know what to say. Words weren’t coming to his mind for a long moment because all his instincts were telling him to get a taste. Before he even realizes it, a sturdy grunt is falling past his lips and his brows are twisting up softly.
Then his eyes fawn upward on you, all pleading and low. “You can’t put wet pussy in front of my face ‘n expect me not to want a taste,” He breathes out as if it were your fault he was feeling the way he was right now (it was). He leans forward some more and his hands—albeit still restrained—come slithering up your thighs.
You don’t pull away or push at him and the look you were giving him said you wanted exactly what he was thinking.
Toji swallows down a whine when your hips actually shift closer. One lift of your leg and he’d really be able to see everything. You don’t do that though, not yet.
Instead, you move a hand down to his jaw and force him to tip further up so that you could see his entire expression—how desperate he was for it, how he was the one drooling now, and the constant flinching in his expressions as if he were trying not to look too needy.
“Jus’ one lick?” Toji finally asks, smiling now. “I’ll be good for it.”
Don’t fuck the scare actors, Shiu had warned. Yet here you are, soaking wet in front of the park’s most prized scare actor.
You don’t have to worry about me where that’s concerned, Mr. Kong, you claimed oh so sweetly and now look at you—letting Toji yank your panties down your legs after you gave him a stupid nod of your head in approval.
Toji’s now leaning forward to cup your cunt into his mouth and suck the greediest gathering of slick past his lips, letting his eyes roll to the back of his head, and then groaning sinfully at the sweet taste on his tongue. “Just one lick” his ass, he’s moving his hands and the next thing you hear is a loud snap of metal, both of his hands flying to your hips to jerk your body closer.
“Toji!” You gasp softly as a hand of yours shoots down to his dark head of hair and you grip on for support.
The man lets one of his grasps move to your thigh so he can properly place it over one of his shoulders and get the right angle to eat your pussy like a man absolutely starved. His tongue is sloppy and hot against your soaking lips, lathering in between them and letting the filthiest of noises echo out into the air as if he didn’t have a single care in the world.
When his tongue glissades up to your clit, his palms lift ever so slightly just to slap at your skin before grinding his mouth forward into your cunt—moaning at the way you twitch all gorgeously against his skillful tongue. “C’mon doll, ride my fuckin’ face.” He grunts into you, eyes unmoving and daring as they peer up at your steadily dishevelling state. “Don’t be shy,” Toji coos once his lips pry away just to spit on your clit and get it nice ‘n messy for himself, diving back in after with a husk whisper of, “Use me.”
That just about does it for you. Your head tips to the side and that hand you’ve got buried in his hair grips tighter before your hips go bucking forward, meeting the long languid strokes of his tongue and feeling your folds drag all over his mouth.
Toji smiles against your dewy pussy lips, tongue sloshing against every grind forward. “Mhmm, jus’ like that,” He hushes into your folds as his mouth angles up and then his tongue darts out to lap around your clit a few times just to spell his name onto it. “Mmmh-, uhuh,” Toji’s nearly babbling into you before pulling back just a tad and feeling the way you force his mouth against you again. Almost whining, “That’s it, put this mouth to work… Make yourself feel good, pretty.”
And oh do you do exactly that, using your grip on his hair to yank and haul him every which way you needed, feeling his fingers snake up in between your sexily parted thighs to then plunge right past your puffy folds just to curl inside you and pry a gasp from deep within your throat.
You hunch forward and your grasp on his head falters in reaction to that. Eyes all wide in surprise and voice airy, “T-Toji, fuuck… right there,” You moan embarrassingly.
It was almost annoying you how good he was at this, especially considering how he’d even broken those cuffs you put on him just to make sure he got the job done right. Toji’s tongue is licking and swirling around your clit til’ it’s raw, not prying away to even breathe until you’re writhing above him and whimpering about how you needed a moment to collect yourself.
He doesn’t even realize when you gush all around his fingers, despite diving them right up into your most sensitive spot and having the prettiest squelches echo out into the room.
It’s not until you look down and notice the way his body was twitching just as much as yours was that you manage some coherent words again. Moaning, “Hnngh! Hahh.. you-, ngh… you like this?” You ask perfectly enough for it to actually register in his brain between the thick clouds of arousal collecting there.
“Fuckin’ love it,” Toji moans right back to you. “Could keep you on my tongue like this for the rest of the night but uh,” He derides and then shoots a fat glob of spit onto your pussy, watching the way it catches in your slick and dribbles down slowly. Fuuuck, his cock was aching. “M’gonna make a mess of myself down here if I don’t fuck you soon.”
You manage a flushed smile, “W-Would that be so bad?”
His thumb plucks up and presses against your clit as his wet face tips all the way back and he nods. “Yeah,” he whispers, breath hot against your cunt. “Wanna make a mess inside you, instead. S’that alright with you, officer? You gonna let me do that?” Toji asks carefully.
You’d have to be out of your mind to say no to that at this point, nodding yes without a second thought.
Seconds later and he’s ripping himself away from you and then standing up. Your legs are a bit shaky from the number of orgasms he so casually brought you to just a few moments ago and he’s towering over you all over again, chest lifting and rising as he catches his previously escaped breath.
God, you were already a gorgeous mess in front of him and he’d only just started. “Slutty lil’ security guard,” He snorts, sizing you up and down, “Wanted to talk about me breakin’ rules and now look at’cha.”
You’re panting just as much as he is, “Shut up-”
“Nah, you shut up and get up on that desk f’me,” Toji cuts off brazenly and it’s downright pathetic the way you do exactly that without another word.
And while you’re propping yourself up onto the desk all perfectly just as he’s told you to, Toji just so happens to look down and spot your gun on the floor.
He didn’t even realize you’d brought it with you when you came to detain him. He swipes it up from the floor and inspects it for a moment before looking at you again, scoffing, “This thing even loaded?”
“Yeah,” You breathe out unevenly. Honestly, you never knew if the gun was loaded or not but the way it looks in his hand right now and how he’s surveying it thoroughly makes you feel some type of way.
Toji’s gaze flicks back up to you and he cocks a brow, “Why do you look so fuckin’ needy? I ate you out properly, didn’t I?”
You gulp, “You did but…”
You both look down at the weapon in his hands and he smiles, “Kinky girl,” Toji coos, stepping closer to you and then caressing the inside of your thighs to part them wider before asking, “You want me to use this?”
Your lashes bat and you’re flustered by the question alone, sputtering, “I-I’ve never… I just-“
“Yes or no, doll.” He cuts off with this look in his eyes that tells you he's doing everything but judging you right now. “I’ll give you whatever you want, jus’ tell me.”
“Yeah…” You swear you were just curious about it. It’s not like you actually had a thing for gunplay or anything like that-
And then you feel the metal sliding up your skin steadily as it soon grazes your pussy lips until he nuzzles its tip in between them. Smirking, “You like that, huh? Feelin’ a gun against your clit like this..” He whispers as he watches himself work and catches the hitch in your breath. “Fuck. Normally I’m the one to suggest shit like this but you…” Toji’s brows just raise a bit as he finds himself at a loss for words
The fact that he even said normally as if this were something he did often goes over your head entirely and instead, you’re slouching back and gaping at him with a soft moan of, “I.. ah, I what?”
“You’re droolin’ over this.” He points out, hips shifting closer to the desk’s edge, “Soakin’ up your own gun like some whore, goddamn.” The weapon is careful against your clit and while his finger wasn’t even on the trigger, you were still feeling that mix of fear and arousal again.
Cunt slavering all against the material and leaking down onto the desk, you try to flip the script on him, “Don’t act like.. hah, like you’re not getting off on this too.”
There was a slick sound of movement where he was working that gun up and down the slit of your pussy, letting it tease at your hole just to hear you whine before he tugs it back up to your twitching bud. Trying to act like he didn’t understand what you meant, “Hm?” he hums.
You nod your chin toward his slightly bucking hips and let your head angle off to the side, “You’re rubbing against the edge of the table cause you-, mmngh.. you like this too.”
“Course’ I do,” Toji says rather hoarsely before leaning closer and moving his lips to hover over your head, “I’ve got a pretty woman lettin’ me rub her pussy with a gun like she trusts me with it.” Your breath hitches and his cock is pulsing angrily below, “Gettin’ wetter every time I do this,” Toji slinks the gun's slide down and parts your arousal-oozing folds and then chokes out a grunt, “So fuckin’ nasty, I love this shit.”
He teases you with the gun for a while and works you all the way up to the edge just to remove the weapon completely right when you’re about to cum. The way you cry out at the loss of your orgasm has him reaching his free hand down to start working his pants off and at least free his cock from its confines.
Simultaneously, he lifts that now soaked gun up to your face, tapping its tip against your lips and watching your lashes flicker. “Open up for me,” He whispers, to which you release a whine but listen oh-so-obediently, letting your jaw fall open and your tongue lull out. Toji immediately nudges the gun into your mouth and you look him directly in the eyes as you lick your own mess off of it. Earning a raspy, “Thereee you go, lick it all up.” from him.
The man lets you sit there and suck on the gun’s tip for a while so that he can shakily manage his needy cock out into the air. He gives himself a couple of lazy strokes as he watches you clean the entirety of the gun and then when you’re done, he pulls it away from you with a pleased smile.
“Tastes good, huh?” He teases.
You nod and let your tongue swipe out over your lips, “Sweet, yeah.”
That does it for him, hand leaving his length and coming up to your face instead.
“C’mere,” Toji’s searing. He’s all but lost it at this point, he can’t even think straight after hearing the way you called your own taste sweet. It was so fuckin’ nasty but confident that it made his head spin, lips sliding over yours just to dive his tongue into your mouth and capture your syrupy taste back onto his taste buds.
The kiss you two share is filthy and filled with needy groans and moans being poured into one another’s mouths as you hear him toss that gun elsewhere—the item clattering onto the floor off in the distance. Then both of his hands come up to cup your face and hold your head still while he fucks his tongue into your mouth, fighting a whine at the way you meet his energy.
You’re both drooling and drunk off of your own arousal to the point where you weren’t quite thinking straight. The sound of your lips sliding over his was almost louder than the way he ate you out. Hell, it’s almost nastier too. Toji only pulls away to thumb at your bottom lip again and then force your mouth to open wider for him just so he can spit onto your tongue and then smear his own right past your lips.
It was disgusting, really. Yet, not as disgusting as the way the head of his cock feels brushing against you a few moments later. You choke against him and tug your face back so you can look down and his tip is smothered in a glossy sheen of white, creeping forward with a light trickle of more cum that slips against your pretty folds.
“Oh fuck,” You whisper unintentionally, lashes batting at the raw size of his cock in comparison to your cunt.
Toji’s cock was all heavy and bobbing desperately within the space between the two of you, his hip easing forward just so his plump tip could haphazardly get caught against your pussy. The moment one of his hands leaves your face and shoots down to angle himself to your entrance, you start whimpering at the sheer stretch of what was beginning to push into you.
“Oh, don’t do that, sweetheart,” He coos all sweetly as if he wasn’t breaking you open right now. Then he has the nerve to tilt his head and bring his lips to your ear again, “Spread yourself out f’me, c’mon, you can take it.” Toji murmurs, cock still nudging its big head into you, “Fuuck, you’re gonna take it, I know you will.”
Despite your whines and the way your arms drape around his neck and cling to him for dear life, your cunt was busy swallowing every inch he was giving you, almost as if you just couldn't get enough. “Toji, I-I can’t, pleease…” You’re whispering as your forehead rests on his shoulder, “S’too big.”
Toji can’t even help the way he smiles in reaction, “Y’sound so pretty when you whine like that,” He huffs, pulling a couple inches out of you as if to help you cope. Then he has the nerve to snicker, “That’ good enough for you? Huh?” You obviously shake your head, your hole quivering at the rude loss of his dick so suddenly. He fully expected that reply of yours so he’s quick to hook his arms under your knees and hold you while his thick cock slides all the way in, “Yeahhh, thought so. Pussy like this needs to be stuffed full, right?” He accentuates with one swift thrust.
Your breath is knocked right out of your lungs as he hits deep, eyes rolling back and a moan flying past your drooly lips as you nod dumbly, “Uhuh.”
His hips reel back slowly and then he uses his grip on your legs to tug your cunt right back onto his cock, “Don’t mumble. Say, ‘yes, toji’.” He mocks.
The obscene squelches from your cunt that enter the air are almost louder than the way you answer him with a pretty purr of, “Yesss, Toji.”
His grunts are rivaling your moans by this point, especially with the way your weepy pussy was saturating every inch of his hard cock. You were fucked to tears in a matter of moments, feeling the way Toji was taking this as an opportunity to use you now.
And to think this was supposed to be your reward for catching him…
It’s not until you’re all cockdrunk and babbling about how good he feels inside you that he starts to heave a bit. Then he picks you up from the desk using his grasp and you almost lose your hold around his neck at the feeling of him bulging into your sweet spot, leaving you a gushing mess on him.
He had you in the air all effortlessly with those strong arms of his, letting gravity drag you back down onto his impaling dick every time he pumped himself forward. Huffing, “This is-, hahh, your last night here, right?”
You nod, “M-Mhm..”
Toji smiles, “Suppose’ I should leave ya’ with a lil’ parting gift then,” He suggests all of a sudden.
Your brows furrow a little and just as your eyes meet his, his hips pick up their pace and his cock is just thrashing all around your insides, a creamy mess of your cum having coated his staggering inches ages ago. Then you feel him twitching inside you and his thrusting is growing sloppier.
Oh.
The parting gift in question was of course him leaving you dripping with his cum, the mess of which drips down with sloppy little plp plp plps echoing out in between the rough slapping of your skin meeting his. And unbeknownst to you—while you were getting thick ropes of cum shot into your spongey walls—a certain someone had crept into the office you left.
When you stopped answering Shiu’s texts all of a sudden, he couldn’t help but grow worried and come by to check on you! So when he found you getting pounded by Toji off in one of the areas you honestly had no business ever stepping foot in, he also couldn’t help but take a seat in your chair and jerk off to the sight.
The cameras provided no sound but that was okay, those slutty looks on your face and the way Toji was stretching ‘n stuffing you were just enough to get him off.
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