toji starts acting different when an audience is involved
18+ camgirl reader x fwb toji, filming, prone bone, headlock, possessiveness, dirty talk, creampie
toji doesn't bat an eye the day you ask him to join you on stream.
the deal you lay out for him is simple. a generous 30% of your tips just to come on cam and fuck you the way he always does. a couple of basic positions, maybe a toy if your viewers really want one. there were only so many ways to get off in front of an audience, why not add another person into the mix?
and toji agrees like he was born for it. call it the way his dick tends to speak for him after a quick fuck, or his soft spot for anything that involves touching you. either way, the man ponders your offer as casually as he would the weather, pulling your naked body closer with a very serious "what day do you need me?"
he shows up to you apartment a handful of days later with a purpose, freshly showered with his choppy fringe styled the way you love. he greets you at the door with a kiss far too deep to not send butterflies between your legs. he leads you to the bedroom with an unreadable look on his face, hand splayed across your lower back.
your viewers adore him, and that's putting it very mildly.
he's been teasing you for the better half of an hour, answering questions with his dick to the hilt and his hands cupping your ass. you’re all but weightless in the seat of his lap, arms thrown around his neck with your legs bracketing his. toji takes the time to savor you, watching the way you shake every time he lifts you up and down his throbbing length.
"huh, how'd we meet?" he mumbles, leaning forward to read a question at the top of the queue "uhh, college i think? fucked her at a halloween party and i guess she never got tired of me." he laughs, thrusting up into you to punctuate the shitty joke.
the set you'd worn for him hadn't stood a chance from the second you turned the camera on, shucked off and discarded on the floor by his heavy hands in the handful of minutes leading up to this very moment. toji wasn't just fucking you, he was drawing it out, teasing you up the wall just because he can.
he takes a moment to spread you open, hands pulling your cheeks apart to show off where your bodies meet. the viewers go wild at that, throwing money at the both of you like there’s no tomorrow.
you perk up at the telltale ding! letting you know a hefty donation had gone through, turning to try and get a better look at the monitor.
except, toji grabs your chin with practiced efficiency, pulling your face into his neck before you’re able to read what the accompanying request says.
“hm?” he hums, scanning the brightly lit screen. “yeah, i can do that.” he reasons, shifting onto his knees underneath you.
you whine into the crook of his neck as he finally lays you down on your back, feeling him lean to the side to pick up the camera.
“wait you’re not supposed to–.” you whine, all too aware of how deep he feels inside of you now. you watch him swipe the little device from its place on your desk, holding it up to your pussy with his lip caught between his teeth
"not supposed to what? hm?" he asks, fake sympathy lacing his tone. “fuck, look at that.” he grumbles. “this what you guys wanted?”
the chat detonates with a force you’ve never seen before. you’re already way past your donation goal for the night, with more money funneling in every minute.
he sets a steady pace for the both of you, fucking his wet cock in between your legs with seamless thrusts. you can feel every inch of him like this. the way his tip drags heavy inside of you, how his girth stretches your hole to it’s maximum. even the veins on the underside of his shaft lick at you sweetly.
he holds the camera right up to your shaky body. the frame shakes every time his hips meet your ass, and the mic is probably picking up his heavy breaths but neither of you care at this point. this isn’t about the content anymore, toji’s fucking you like he wants to eat you alive.
he presses his palm gently into the little pudge of your stomach, searching, wanting.
“mhm, there it is.” he drawls, massaging the shape of his length through your tummy. “you feel me in here?”
you nod shakily, not knowing whether to look into the camera or up at him.
“yeah? gonna keep me in here?”
he’s never like this when the camera is off. never as performative as he is now. you flutter around him involuntarily and the groan it earns you practically comes from his soul, his shoulders shaking with pleasure.
“oh, fuck.” he drawls, fastening a hand to the meat of your hip to ground himself. he leans forward then, lips attaching to your neck as he grinds the head of himself inside of you.
“pussy’s too fucking good.” he grumbles, “way too good.” you feel his head turn to the camera at that last part, almost like he’s trying to prove a point to the viewers at home. that’s when it clicks. toji didn’t just agree to come on here and fuck you, he came to lay a claim on you. to show the people who tune in every night that only he could fuck you like this.
“who’s this belong to?” he asks sternly. he slaps the tip of himself against your budding beat, filling the room with slick noise. “say it.”
you’re so far gone you barely register the question. all you can focus on is getting him back inside of you. too slaps himself against you again, harder this time. you jolt at the stimulation.
“fucked you stupid already?” he teases. five fingers close around your chin and guide your face to the side, right in line with the camera. “who’s this pussy belong to? hm?”
“yours.” you breathe.
“nobody else’s?” he finally sheaths himself inside of you, and you both groan. toji wastes no time and quickly works his way up to a steady pace. in and out like a piston in a well oiled machine.
“no, nobody.” you punctuate. the hand around your chin finally releases and moves down to the back of your thigh, hoisting your leg forward until your knee reaches your chest.
he’s so deep like this, deep enough it even hurts a little if you focus too much.
“gonna let me cum inside?”
you nod, squealing at a particularly deep thrust.
“yes, fuck, always.”
“whenever i want?”
“whenever you want.” you whine, head ascending to the clouds as the pad of his huge thumb makes down to rub over your clit. toji plays your body like a fiddle. like he's the only man on earth who'll ever make you feel this good. in a way, he pretty much is.
you can feel your heartbeat in between your legs now, hammering against your walls to the beat of each stroke of his. toji hisses, almost like he can feel your impending orgasm, and pulls out with a nasty squelch to set the camera back on your desk and flip you over as quickly as he can.
he has you on you stomach now, fully in sight of the cam with his forearm locked against your neck, holding your head up for the viewers at home. toji lays flat up against you, focusing the brunt of his weight into fucking you prone bone.
a quick peek at the monitor confirms your suspicion that you look ruined like this. lips pressed into a pout from the force of his bicep curled around your face, sweaty hands fisted into the sheets below you for purchase, the whole nine yards. toji must be thinking the same thing judging by the way he looks at you. proud, almost. like you’re something he created with his bare hands.
“gonna show them how you cum for me?” he asks you, low enough for only you to hear.
you nod the best you can, unable to hide the sweet noises he draws out of you with every press of his hips. you’ve cum on only his dick before, but this feels different. stronger, almost. more intimate. the world beyond your bed seems to be the furthest thing from your mind right now. toji is the only thing you can focus on.
the chat is up to a rolling boil at this point. you’ve wracked up enough money to pay your rent and then some, not to mention the jaw dropping orgasm you feel building in your stomach. toji seems more focused on cumming than making the viewers happy at this point, pistoning into you like he was born for it.
he angles his hips just a tad bit lower, and just like that, you’re clamping down on him hard. creaming on his heavy length with a noise so desperate you’re 90% sure it’s what pushed him over the edge as well.
his load seems to go on for ages, filling you up in steady, hot pumps until it spills out from around the length of him. the arm curled around your face slowly retracts, leaving you face-down in the sheets with your legs shaking and your chest heaving.
toji snakes his fingers under your chin to turn your gaze toward him, letting the pad of his thumb stroke your cheek softly. his presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, cradling your face in his palm for a few moments until he’s sure you’ve come down from the cloud you’re on.
he pulls out of you slowly, hand on your lower back to keep you from squirming too hard. you watch him pad over your desk, cock swinging between his legs as he bends down to face the camera with a sleazy grin before waving goodbye to everyone and pressing "end stream".
to be so soft and so fucking filthy at the same time is a talent only toji can pull off.
18+ toji x fem reader, breeding kink, slight daddy kink. don't like don't read ^3^ argue with ur mama !
toji gets real sweet when he has you on your back. so sweet it nearly feels impossible. you figure its the act of having you laid bare under him, face on display while he tells you all the disgusting things he wants to do to you.
“fuck.” he rasps, smoothing both palms over the side of your face with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. the tip of his cock drags heavy inside of you, skidding over every bump and ridge, seeking warmth.
“fuck, i’m gonna get you pregnant.” toji warns, almost like he’s accepted the inevitable. like the act of filling you up is a promise he'd rather die than break.
he holds your face in his hands, cradling you like you're the most fragile thing in the world. scarred lips pepper kisses across the high points of your face. your forehead, the tip of your nose, your cupids bow.
"pretty girl." he rasps, pulling away just far enough for you to hear him. "you wanna make me a daddy again?"
you whine softly, gripping his forearm to guide one of his hands around your throat. not squeezing, just holding. toji's dick stirs inside of you at the noise you make.
“yeah?” he mumbles, starting to speed up a bit. “you need that?” he could be referring to so many things right now, the thought alone makes your head spin.
"i need it." you beg him, clawing at his forearm as the force of his thrusts drive you up into the pillows.
of course you needed it. you needed all of him. his mouth, his dick, his spend dripping out of you. there wasn’t a single part of him that you wouldn’t be willing to take.
toji’s thrusts grow firmer by the minute. long, brutal strokes aimed right against that special spot only he can seem to reach. the hand around your throat retreats, sliding down your sternum until his thumb settles lazily against your hip.
his other hand leaves your neck, much to your chagrin. he shushes your protests with a knowing smile, slipping his hand in between your head and the headboard.
"don't tease me." you plead, trying to drag his hand back where you need it most.
"quiet." he laughs, puling out far enough to hear the sick squelch of his tip against your fluttering hole. toji keeps himself seated there, rubbing his head up and down your slit just to hear your moan. "what, you want a concussion or something?"
he enters you in one sweeping, brutal thrust, coaxing a filthy sound out of the both of you. your body inches up the bed just the slightest bit, crown seated up against his awaiting palm as the headboard slams into the wall.
oh.
toji wasn't teasing, he was protecting you. keeping your skull from slamming against the headboard. the act alone makes you flutter around him, and toji only goes deeper.
"im so close." you warn, voice faltering with every thrust.
toji smiles like he already knows, nodding into the crook of your neck with a growl. his free hand finally leaves its place at your hip, trailing north to rest lazily against your slit. you feel the digit dip just above where your two heats meet, collecting some of your wetness and bringing it up to your clit.
"c'mon baby." he whispers.
you couldn't hold your orgasm even if you tried. neither can toji, apparently, evident by the borderline pathetic groan that forces its way out of him the second your pussy bears down around him.
the sounds of your shared pleasure drown out the static in your head, leaving behind waves of endorphins that flood your brain and make your eyes droop.
"fuck, that felt good." you sigh.
toji hums. he slows his pace to a barely there grind, pressing his seed deeper and deeper inside of you. the hand once up against your head now holds the swell of your face, rubbing sweet circles into your skin.
[ SUM ] - club owner!toji teaching his short-tempered waitress that she’s his favorite. (possessive reader x a manipulative toji)
[ PAIRING ] - club owner!toji x waitress!reader
[ WORD COUNT ] - 6.2k
[ TAGS] - dubcon, daddy kink, age-gap (39 + 20s), spit kink, dacriphilia, slight breeding, boss x employer, pet names, riding, spanking, sloppy oral m!receiving, cockdrunk, exhibitionism, kinda manipulative toji, reader has a short temper, possessive/needy reader.
[ A/N ]- ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ i neeeeeed him badddd
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
“yeah, doesn’t it feel good?” toji coos, eyes heavy as he continues to rub your clit over your drenched panties.
you have to stifle a moan with the back of your hand as you nod, “mm,” you squeak out. especially when you’re propped up on his desk, legs spread open and skirt pushed up to your waist as he sits reclined in his chair, bulge obvious against his pants.
“you can tell me to stop, y’know?” his eyes flick up to your flushed face and the nervous tears that swim in your lidded eyes. “I’m not gonna be mad.”
“b-but,” you swallow your stutter, “you said I’m not…your favorite.”
fuck me.
the immediate heat that swarmed your body at your own words had the older man clenching his jaw tight to control himself. and maybe he was being manipulative. maybe he didn’t need to tell you that the other waitress that sucked him off a month ago wasn’t his favorite, but he only needed the relief after the argument you had with her that got him riled up.
you also didn’t need to know that he’s already fired her and she’s not actually on a leave of absence because of a family emergency these past weeks.
you also didn’t need to know how much he’s been yearning for you ever since he’s hired you around seven months ago. especially when you’d follow him around the first month as you were learning. just a college student working part time here, but you cared so deeply about his opinion and doing a good job. and it wasn’t hard to find out that you liked the praise.
so maybe when you walked in on the older waitress that you despised sucking your boss’s cock, it made your blood boil like no other and the immediate thought that you weren’t mr. toji’s favorite had you seething and breaking internally. and he caught onto that quick.
so when you asked for a meeting to talk about your performance report for this month, he immediately responded and that’s how you ended up sitting in the chair in front of him asking if you’d done anything wrong.
“now why would you think that?” toji softly asks. you bite your cheek trying to stop these embarrassing tears from falling. you’ve never cried over anything this small, you definitely weren’t sensitive, and it wasn’t like he was going to fire you. but the fact that he was treating others differently…it made your mind go haywire.
“c’mere,” he lifts his palm out for you to come too. moving around the desk you take his hand, cheeks warming as you feel his rough palm close around yours as he looks up at you. “you’re doing an excellent job.”
“but—“
you stop yourself, biting your cheek.
that’s when he decides to stand up, his free hand gently cupping your cheeks, thumb softly caressing you as he leans forward. you can feel your heart hammering against your chest the closer he gets until you feel his lips press a kiss to your forehead. that’s it? you feel your hand unconsciously grab onto his shirt, and if he wasn’t doing his damn fucking hardest not to lose it, well shit. instead his lips move downward.
kissing your temple.
then your cheek.
then the corner of your mouth.
“mr. toji,” you softly plead, unsure of what you’re even asking, and that’s when he gives you a gentle kiss to your lips. your fist tightens around his shirt as you lean up chasing his lips once he pulls away.
his emerald eyes glance between yours noticing the mix of anxiety, confusion, and need in your gaze.
he gently guides your hips back until your thighs knock against his desk. and you barely have time to register what’s happened because he’s already lifted you up on the surface, his hand guiding your own to his chest as he leans forward. his face inches from yours as you glance between his hooded eyes. his expression only made your heart race even more, he wasn’t angry, right?
“you’ve been more squeamish around me this week. did something happen?”
his question only had your blood boiling remembering the events of last week, and luckily for toji, you were too fucking easy to read with that bored and angry expression that flashed across your adorable features, immediately side eyeing the memory.
“hey,” his firm commad had you glancing back at him.
“I saw you,” you start, licking your teeth. “and Ruby, last friday.” your eyes narrow with frustration. “why did you do that with her?”
toji has to bite his cheek to surpress his smirk, because this is the first time you’ve ever given him attitude. yes, he’s seen you be rude as fuck to customers and people that have hit on you, and he’s had to step in multiple times before you threw a bottle at a customer. but still, even with all that, when it came to him, you were a fucking angel. too good for your own good that it was like a completely different person. he knew you adored him.
“why did i do what?” he pushes. maybe, he wants to see you angry. see you frown at him.
he notices your jaw clench momentarily. your fingers caressing the hairs on his forearm as you meet his eye. “do i have to say it?”
he smiles. “indulge me.”
you inhale sharply before exhaling slowly, clearly he’s getting under your skin by playing dumb. but still, you bite. “why did you let that bitch suck your dick?”
toji’s dimples press in as he holds back his smile again, his heat slowly disappears as he walks a step back to plop down on his chair. you frown even more at the silence that follows as you sit up to look down at him. the way you cock your head to the side in annoyance only seems to egg toji further, but unlike you, he can practice a bit of patience.
“well?” you snap.
“well what?”
“well, why did you do it? she’s a horrible manager, and she’s a fucking bitch, and-and yeah.”
“and yeah?” toji is beyond amused at the embarrassment that floods over your face. but not at all surprised that you hold your ground. and he has to reward you for that at least. he rolls his chair a bit closer, lifting your foot on his knee, hand gently caressing your ankle.
“do you let anyone suck you off then?” you’re not amused, not even when his calloused hands are caressing up your bare calves.
and that’s when he decides to bite. “just my favorites.”
he feels you tense in seconds. and he would feel bad if he didn’t meet your stern, but hurt expression. and it almost felt like he dropped a precious jewel and watched it shatter when you glance away.
“so I’m not your favorite?”
fhuck.
he inhales. you’re killing him. actively twisting the knife because he just couldn’t stop his twisted smile.
“you just started workin’ here. and you’re only part time, kid. I’ve got a lot of good girls workin’ just as hard as ya,” oh how easy it was for him to lie. as if any of his other waitresses could even come close to you.
you bite down on your jaw again. this was frustrating. too frustrating. the uncertainty that swam inside you, the hurt that you wished was behind you. it all became too overwhelming. the emotions you’ve never experienced before was terrifying and something you’d rather run away from now.
“mr. toji?”
“yes?”
“i wanna quit.”
woah, what?! toji blinks, of all the things he was expecting to hear, this was definitely not one of his calculations. “hold on.”
“I hate working here.” oh….a tantrum. “i hate that you let that bitch suck you off. and I fucking hate how it makes me feel now,” you ramble, no tears in sight, just pure confusion and frustration. you were slightly out of breath as you continue on. “I don’t want to ruin your club, but I don’t think I can—I can’t be here….” you pause, “I can’t work here and….not be your favorite.”
well fuck me, toji thinks. yeah, he knew how you were with being praised, but fucking hell, you definitely have some needy validation kink or you’ll spiral. exhibit A. but only for him.
luckily for him, this just made it even better. he stands up, letting his hand rest on your thigh as he moves between your legs. tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. “let’s take a breath,” his voice was low and firm. his hand gently caressing your thigh, unbothered by how your skirt was riding up. he leans down to kiss the spot right below your ear. “you’re gonna throw a tantrum the second you don’t get what you want?”
your hand grips his bicep, almost bruising if it was anyone but him. “it’s not fair.”
“what’s not fair?” his words were clipped, harsh, but his lips continued to kiss your neck as you squirm, feeling him suck your skin. “tell me.”
“it’s not fair that I’m treated differently,” you tug on his sleeve, angry, even when he lifts his head to meet your eyes. your breath catches. you’ve never seen this expression on him. he looks angry. you frown even more, adorable brows pushing together even when he grabs your face.
he can feel the ache between his legs, the uncomfortable stretch in his pants. the urge to just give you what you want, those fucking eyes. and yet, he composes himself. he wants to drag it.
his eyes glance at your glossy wet lips, and he has to stop himself by putting his thumb against your lips instead. “open.”
you do.
and he forces his thumb in. you grip his forearm, and he forces himself forward, pressing his thumb down on your tongue as your eyes fill up too quickly. you hate how stupid you feel, but feeling not only his eyes on you, but every bit of his attention on you, it was beyond exhilarating.
enough that when he sat back down on his chair, you weren’t upset. or when he rolled forward, rough palm caressing your thighs before he lifted your legs up to prop them on his spread legs so he can lean in and kiss your knees. even as your chest rose and fell, you held yourself up, letting him put your feet on the edge of his desk and spread your legs apart completely.
hell, you fucking loved it, the attention, and he knew.
“cute,” he comments, eyes dark as he looks at your panties and your cute wet mound sticking to the material. his thumb stroking your inner thigh. “you still mad at me?”
his question had you slightly irritated. your eyes deciding that the wall in the corner was far more entertaining.
“really, doll?” he tsks, hand grabbing the inside of your thigh, hand so close to your core you sucked in sharply, preventing a gasp. “I’m givin’ ya special treatment right now,” he continues sliding his hand until his thumb pressed right against your clit.
your back immediately arched and the hand holding yourself up curled into a fist behind you. his eyes widen just a fraction, you were far more sensitive then he’d thought.
the heat curled up the back of his neck at the thought of your innocence. was he corrupting you right now? he bites back a groan, watching you grapple with your emotions, scanning your tense features. lets see how long it’ll take till you break.
he continued massaging circles over your panties, it didn’t even feel like any friction because of how wet and see through they’ve gotten, but you were definitely cracking, especially with his unapologetic and uncalled for comments. “you’re just a kid getting upset that your boss is handling private business in his office.”
“you didn’t lock the door,” you huff, getting hurt the more he spoke about what happened.
“it’s my fuckin’ office. everyone respects that, well except for,” he pinches your clit making you gasp out a moan. eyes filling up faster.
“mister—angh toj…ah,” you’re leaning up, face flushed and eyes swarming with hurt.
“yes?”
you bite your cheek. a tear slipping down and it was almost too satisfying for the older man too see, if it wasn’t followed by the glimmer in your eyes slowly dying off.
“doesn’t it feel good?”
your lip trembles, but you nod. “mmm, yes.” you cover your face with the back of your hand looking away. and toji almost wants to stop.
“you can tell me to stop, y’know?” his words cut deeper than you’d like to admit. and you’re already shaking your head sputtering out your true thoughts, no matter how embarrassing it may sound.
“b-but,” you swallow your stutter, “you said I’m not…your favorite.”
toji blinks. his hand stopping as he stares at you. seriously, you’re still on that. your adorable doe eyes waver, maintaining eye contact with him, because that’s all you’ve always had over him. that look. the same one you’d give him when you refused to work a table with disgusting frat boys. or when you’d ask to leave a few minutes early so you could catch the train home. it was so easy for you to look at him and only him like that, that it was impossible to refuse.
the tears glimmer on your waterline, slowly sliding down your cheeks and it makes him crack.
he easily, flawlessly, hooks a finger and slides your panties to the side, leaning down, tongue sticking out as he licks a wet strip up your sweet pussy.
you gasp loudly, leaning back on your hands, whining as toji slurps up your arousal that had been collecting the second you walked in and that he purposefully caused. “toji,” you grab his shoulder, nails digging in, but he doesn’t stop. instead he wraps his arms around your thighs, shoving his face even deeper making you moan louder than ever.
“you’ve been playing me like a fucking fiddle,” he growls, biting down on your clit only for you to tug his hair, hard.
“i wasn’t—angh!” he bites down again. your pussy was practically pouring with arousal as he shoves his lips back in. he’s never tasted something so good in his life, the sweet syrupy taste of your juices had him moaning against you. fuck you were sweet everywhere. “toji, please,” your nails dig into the back of his neck, forcing him to continue eating you out. if he wanted too, he could pull away, easy. but having you force his head between your thighs had him yearning, grateful he doesn’t need to beg on his knees because he could’ve done so without hesitation if it meant he’d get to taste you.
your chest was rising. your cheeks were flushed as toji leaned back, almost growling when he pushed your legs wider to take a better look at that glistening pussy.
“you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he groans, rubbing his thumb through your arousal.
“what’re you—“
toji hums, opening you wider. “just looking,” he smiles, leaning down, eyes flicking up to meet your eyes as he spat down on your pussy like a pro, and dove right back in.
he didn’t stop. his tongue slid into your hole, and you literally felt your body rise of the desk for a second. “angh—you’re—inside—mmm fuck—“ you were a fucking moaner, and not in the porn typa of way. but in the adorable squeaks and gasps that have him rolling his eyes back in pleasure. he just wanted to drink everything up,
“close…so close mmh toji,” your moans, so airy and smooth, toji sucked your clit, tongue stroking the bundle of nerves edging you closer and closer until your hips were lifting up with his arms as you came. he almost lost his footing as he held your squirming body, tongue still moving against you.
“toji! s’ too much, anghh!” you cry, nails pulling his hair until it really began to hurt and pulse.
“fuck me, baby, that hurts,” he growls, holding your wrist as he looks up at you. and that’s when he notices how flustered you really were. your thighs trembled as they slid off his shoulders a bit and your chest was rising and falling.
you were fucking breath taking. fuck, you were looking at him with so much confusion he was close to moaning.
he slowly turned your wrist over, his lips pressing a soft kiss on your pulse before he it slowly came up. he stroked your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “you’re adorable,” his compliment almost felt demeaning. your eyes narrow and turn away, frowning.
“fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“means exactly what i said,” he grunts, turning your cheek so you’re looking at him. “you want my approval. is that gonna make you stay?”
you hate to admit it, but ya maybe. “whatever.”
“s’not whatever, i want you to stay. so tell me what you want,” he’s caressing your cheeks again. his presence was overwhelming as he towered over you. “I’ll give you this one even if you’re acting like a fuckin’ spoiled ass brat.” you frown even more, but he continues. genuine, eyes holding no alter motive when he says, “anything you want, pretty girl, cmon’ i know you liked being spoiled.” he tsks.
your eyes seem to light up, “anything?”
he traces your jaw, humming with a nod.
“strip.”
toji blinks, really? but looking at your face, even you’re blushing furiously, but still nodding.
“in here?” he clarifies. you nod. “you’re fuckin kinky.” he chuckles but begins with the first button of his dress shirt until he’s shrugging the material off revealing his wide sculpted chest. he definitely couldn’t be real. his arms were huge, muscle everywhere as you blushed at the sight of his naked torso, and you blew a fuse when yiur gaze traveled down the expanse of his chest to his dark happy trail. it made you even more excited when he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.
“stop,” you command as the last item on is his boxers. His muscular thighs only framing the large bulge that’s pressing hard against his thigh. toji can’t contain his smile at your ogling, not even when you slide off the desk and step down to kneel in front of him pushing him to sit back in his chair. “can i?”
“it’s your game,” he smirks.
your small hand starts to palm his cock, as you lean in, kissing his covered tip. the choked grunt your boss lets out only spurs you on as you suck through the material of his boxers. the long work day still stuck to his skin as your eyes fluttered shut as his scent filled your nose making you drip even more.
toji bites back a groan at the sight, “dirty girl,” he watches.
you don’t respond, too busy nosing his cock. you definitely were no ruby, but seeing your less experienced self explore and worship him was worth so much more. especially when he lifts his hips up, letting you slide his boxers down his thighs, blushing furiously when the real thing bobs in front of you. your pupils dilate at the sight. ten inches, heavy as it hovers between his muscular thighs. his happy trail is dark and leads to a well trimmed base of dark black hair that makes you flush. his musk was strong.
you lean forward, pressing your lips against his tip taking a lick, then another, you lick your hand and spit on his cock, eyes large as you wrap your palm around him and pull the skin back seeing his engorged tip come out. fuck me.
toji bites back a pathetic moan as he watches silent.
if only he knew all his cute little waitress wanted was to see his big fat dick.
“it’s so big,” you mutter to yourself, as you lick up over and over like it’s some damn popsicle. and toji lets out a low sigh deep inside his chest. his hips rising spreading his legs further for you, hand gently caressing your head.
“take me inside your mouth,” his quiet command had your doe eyes fluttering up at him for more instructions. all dolled up, with runny mascara from your tears, and flushed cheeks from your previous orgasm. he needed to take picture and make it his lockscreen. “open wide, like a big girl—yes, mmm just like that—“ toji groans watching you suck his fat tip into your mouth, tongue circling his slit.
he gently guides you down. “you can take sum’ore, nghh—“
his hand pushes his loose strands back, biting his cheek to prevent the noises threatening to come out.
but fuck, he swears watching you slobber all over his dick as you bob your head at your own pace. the lewd squelching of your mouth sucking him was cussing his stomach to tighten, abs flexing when your hand begins to wander to his inner thigh.
your cute face was covered in drool, lashes kissing your flushed cheeks as they remained closed when you took him just a bit deeper. your throat tightening on instinct, “christ—“ toji grunts low and rough, thighs spreading even more, fingers lacing through your hair. “you just wanted to suck my dick, mmm ‘s that it?”
you hum pathetically loud around him, making his jaw clench.
“look up at me, baby, let me see you,” he gently gives your hair a little tug making you whine, slowly coming off his cock, tongue hanging out like a little slut as you catch your breath. your small hand is remains wrapped tightly around his base lazily rubbing his giant member across your tongue. unable to part with it even for a breath.
“hah, y’know,” toji licks his lips, chiseled chest rising with each breath as he takes in this sight. his cock twitches, pre-cum oozing out and easily swiped away by your greedy tongue.
you hum, glossy eyes doting up at him as your lashes flutter like a seductress.
his expression is pinched, thighs flexing as he keeps your head still so you were only giving him cute kitten licks, controlling himself. “ya should’ve told me sooner that you just wanted this.”
you pout up at him, kissing down the side is his cock, holding it against your sticky cheek unbothered by the mess. he exhales sharply, an airy laugh escaping him.
“what?”
you frown, sucking and licking at his base, then slowly dragging your tongue back up.
“fuck,” his back arches, barely, head thrown back as he grips your hair.
“i thought…i just…i didn’t want you to hate me,” you finally respond, adorably glancing up at him like you weren’t smothering his cock like it was popsicle. you peck his oozing tip, over and over, before swallowing him again. you whine around him, eyes teary as you stare up at your boss.
“shit, you fuckin’ brat,” his abs tense even more as you pick up the pace, gagging occasionally, but still stroking his base at the same speed. his eyes struggle to stay open, the pleasure making his mind foggy as you choke more of his cock into your tight hot mouth.
“f-fuck,” toji stammered, jaw loosening as his abs flex. the sound alone has you choking a bit as a moan leaves your throat. he doesn’t mean too tug your head, a low grunt escaping from deep in his chest when you start whining.
his heavy eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull. “good fuckin—fhuh-ck“ his cheeks were stinging, too stubborn to admit how this is probably the best fucking head he’s gotten in years. and it’s simply because it’s you.
his sweet sweet waitress with the biggest attitude and so quick to throw something at customers, having you desperately gagging on his cock as tears stream down your cheeks with determination. fuck he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock—
“ya like having your throat stuffed? eh, was this all you wanted,” he bites his lip, slowly thrusting his hips into your mouth, you gag even more but remain determined, whining around him barely as you grip his thighs.
his chest was covered with a layer of sweat, his darkened green gaze bore into in the lewd sight.
another moan threatened to slip past his lips, he covered it with his hand, his other hand pressing a palm against your forehead, brushing your sweat with his thumb.
you pull off, gasping for air, but immediately latch onto him, his hips jerk in surprise, you weren’t giving him a second to rest. your tongue swiped against that one vein that sent immediate jerks throughout his body.
“fuck—watch it,” he grunts hoarsely.
your eyes are so big and glossy as you notice the shift in his expression. his cheeks flushed as he tries to control your head. but you want it. you want to taste him in your mouth, the victory of making your boss cum would quench your infinite desire to please him.
toji swears under his breath as a loud grunt leaves him when you swipe your tongue over the vein again and again, your cheeks hallow. “what’d I fuckin’ say you brat,” his hips stutter, cheeks flooding pink when you bat your pretty thick lashes at him.
he’s so fucked.
once again, your tongue swipes against the sensitive vein, but lucky for him, you come off to breathe. your cheeks flushed, mouth open and panting as sticky strings of spit and cum connect your bottom lip to his drooling tip.
toji huffs, partially frustrated and partially surprised, until a deep groan comes out from deep in his chest that sends shiver down your spine and cheeks flushing because you decide to wrap your both of pretty little hands around his cock and start jerking him off.
“fuck!—hold on—“ toji chokes, his once laid back position has moved to a better seated posture, with his hand gripping your wrist, mentally deciding whether he should pull it off and stop you, or if he’s really enjoying this.
you pout at him like you’re the most innocent little thing, and not like you’re unraveling his entire existence this very second.
you continue jerking his twitching cock, his jaw tenses, thumb rubbing your wrist. his neck was completely visible as it strained with pressure. the sweat that beaded his chest had your pupils dilating at the sight. why was your boss so fucking hot?
and so your lips returned to his fat tip, it was definitely an addiction. like a baby to a pacifier. sucking his tip was so gratifying. you whine, hand sliding down to play with your boss’s giant cum filled balls.
toji lost control the second he allowed you to get on your knees. he was letting you do as you please and he was desperately trying to control his orgasm, if that’s possible with the way you’re licking that vein.
“fuckin’ christ—baby haah!”
he hunches forward, abs fully tensing as he grips your hair and spasms in your mouth.
his groans and grunts had your thighs clenching tight. once you tasted the first spurts of his thick cum hitting the back of your throat, you felt something hot flush through your veins.
“shiit—“ toji pulls you off his cock, holding his base with a tight grip, jaw tight, keeping his tip on your flat tongue. “this what you wanted—mmm shit—“ he grunts, slightly rolling his hips up into his hand, letting his chubby cock clench up and spurt more ropes of cum on your tongue and face.
you blink, lashes fluttering like a princess as your boss bites back another grunt as he covers your face in cum.
“fuck,” his slow exhale is met with his cock tapping your tongue, smearing his cum across your glossy lips. “you—“ he chokes, cheeks unbelievably flushed when you lick his tip and suck the remnants of his cum. “baby.”
his calloused hand stops your actions, grabbing tissues on the side as he affectionately holds your face and cleans his cum off.
you remain still. pretty lashes closed until he finishes. his thumb caressing your cheek, then your glossy lips, and nothing else was stopping him from tilting your head up, and when your eyes blinked open, his lips crashed against yours.
a gasp slips out, but easily turns into a whimper as he deepens the kiss. it felt like second nature, his tongue desperate as you meet him. rising up, you easily climb onto his lap. arms locking around his neck, kissing him with every fiber of your being.
“fucking’ tease,” he mutters between kisses, tracing the seam of your lips with his tongue.
your lips curl, earning a chuckle from the older man, his hands gripping your ass as he had you rock against his chubby cock.
he easily slid between your folds, grinding you back and forth. his tongue playing with yours, eyes half lidded as he watched your expression. “yeah, you like that?”
you hum, exhaling against his kiss, “yeah.” your tease sends a wave of heat through his body, his grip on your ass almost painful as he grabs his cock. his lips find yours again, humming in delight, slapping his hard cock against your ass, spreading your juices around.
“you gonna take it like one of my girls,” he exhales, calloused palm holding your ass apart as he feels the heat from your pussy.
however you pull away from his lips, warm breath fanning against his face as your chest heaves lightly. he bites back a groan, pressing himself against your ass again, watching your gaze narrow at him.
“only girl.”
he snorts. not mockingly, but in teasing agreement.
“only girl, eh?”
you nod. eyes studying his reaction as you cup his jaw, fingers digging in as you stare him down. he doesn’t break eye contact, his tongue running across his lips, touching his scar as he swallows a groan.
“just me,” your voice is lower, stern. like you can tell him what to do.
he hums, lifting your ass up, and your body following suite, lining his cock against your tight hole. your lips hover over his, small breath escaping as he keeps his eyes locked on you.
“you telling me what to do?” his question was teasing, but the way he was staring you down was definitely a test. at least in your little brain. you hum, whining just a bit when he pushes his tip through your tight opening. your walls immediately stretching as your nails dig into his nape. “is that what’s happenin’ here?”
you choke, eyes fluttering, jaw momentarily slack as he rocks you on his tip.
“you forgot how to speak, baby? you wanna be a big girl?” his jaw tenses when your tight cunt squeezes him. “shiit—“ his grip tightens on your ass as you still hold his jaw, head pressed against his. eyes shut. “tight fuckin’ cunt,” he loosens his grip on your ass and brings a hand cracking down.
“angh!” your loud yelp has him grunting as he pushes more in, your lips press against his again. “it’s wait—haah-“ you choke against his lips as he tries to kiss you. but your breaking off into moans, unable to keep up with the unbelievable stretch. in this delirious state, you don’t realize he’s opened up your work shirt, revealing your breasts. “fuck I miss those bras that would unclasp from the front,” he mutters as he kisses the tops of your breasts. his fingers easily sliding up your spine sending shiver down your spine as he flicks over the clasp watching your bra slip down.
your fingers tangle in his hair as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. he moans around you, squeezing your ass with both hands. your eyes flutter shut, body heating up before he’s suddenly lifting you up, so just hit tip remained inside your right walls.
“deep breath, baby,” he huffs, biting his jaw as your eyes glance down at him.
“what’re you—“ the sentence immediately dies on your tongue, as he slams you down on his cock, thrusting up at the same time, making sure all ten fat inches of him are stuffed inside you.
“fuck—there we go,” toji exhales, groaning when you clench and shake over him. “you okay, baby?” he soothes a hand down your spine, your face buried in his shoulder, shaking. “baby?”
you hum, choking slightly as you hug him tighter.
he massages your ass gently rocking you. “ya haveta talk to me, pretty girl—shit,” he tenses underneath you when your wall clench his fat length. you whimper again, feeling your boss’s cock twitching inside you.
“it hurts,” you whine, luckily he hears your small voice. his lips turn to kiss your temple as you hold him tighter.
“it’s big that’s why. but it’ll feel much better in a few minutes, don’t you feel full?” he coos, speaking so gently you’d almost guess he didn’t have his monstrous cock stuffing your little hole full.
you hum, wiggling in discomfort. toji hums, lifting your ass, biceps flexing as he spread his legs, and he drops you back down. “fuckk,” his groans sends a new wave of heat down to your core.
it took a few more thrusts, until you were rocking down, humming as you continued riding him. “haah yeah, jus’ like that baby,” his praises easily fueled your confidence.
you moaned, bouncing with his help, your ass clapping down against his legs as he continued helping your movements. your lips find his again in a messy kiss.
“hmm angh more—“ you whine, growing dumber as his palms dig into the flesh of your ass, his own cheeks flushed red as you drool into his mouth, the squelching of your pussy sucking him back in with every thrust.
“more?” he snorts, but nonetheless, spreads your ass before he starts thrusting up at an unrelenting pace.
“nmah hah t’ji! Angh!”
your pitched moans immediately sent toji into a frenzy. if you couldn’t get even more breathtaking, his teeth sink into your neck as you whine, nails digging into his nape and shoulder.
“fuck—tight fuckin’ cunt sucking me to—shiit“ toji grunts out more curses as he licks over the deep bite mark on your neck.
your mixed cum is webbed between your plush thighs, as he thrusts harder, and you can’t help leaning to his lips again whining his name like a prayer until he meets your kisses.
too caught up in the moment, toji missed the repeated knocks on his office, until one of the bar tenders opened the door, the loud music from the club downstairs filling in the room. and the sight of the short tempered waitress crying and whining as she rode the boss’s fat cock left him frozen in his tracks.
toji immediately sensed the door, eyes sharp and unforgiving as he met the poor man’s gaze. he kept his rhythm not wanting you to notice and freak out.
“angh toji—pleas—so big—fhuck—“ you moan, unbeknownst to you, your boss is flipping off the man at the door, and mouthing ‘get the fuck out’. because in seconds the man disappears and toji is back to a quicker pace.
“so good—ji—“ your eyes are glossed over, lips smeared with salvia as he slaps your ass again.
“gun’nu cum, baby? haah feel ya tighten on me, cmon—“ his grunts are starting to waver, a layer of sweat shining across his forehead as you whine louder, eyes filling with more tears as you kiss him.
“gun cum—fhuck—i—“ your lips form an o, as you feel your body loose strength and the build up deep in your core. the stimulation of your clit rubbing against his hairy pubes had your eyes rolling back as tears slipped down the flush of your cheeks.
“yeah, haha cumming’ pretty girl, my favorite girl,” his continuous praising had your orgasm crashing over you. legs shaking as he slaps your ass again, thrusts relentless. edging himself closer to his orgasm as you shake and hug him tighter, face pressed against his shoulder as you cry. “aww baby —“ he grits, breathless as he feels his core tighten getting so close as the lewd squelching filled the room. “my baby, look at me—wanna see your pretty face when I cum.”
your small body is shaking, before you lift your face, orbs glossy and face wet with tears as you pant, lips hovering over his, face so close to his, he was ready to bust right there, but instead you decided to kiss him again, absolutely fucked dumb. rocking back into each thrust even as it sent your body shivering with overstimulation.
“mine,” you kiss him, desperate. he hums as you continue whining, much softer and needier than before. “cum—please—fuck your cum in me t’ji—haah okay, okay?”
“shit,” a throaty groan escapes his lips at your words. “ya’ can’t fuckin—“
“please please,” you cry, sniffling with a moan, “i love you, I love yo—angh!” the sharp thrust immediately knocks the wind out of you and you feel the loud rumble underneath as toji groans. the deep groan rocks your core as you feel the hot sensation fill you up.
toji’s head is thrown back, hips locked up, chest heaving as another animalistic groan comes out along with another heavy spurt of cum.
you whimper, face pressed into his shoulder, hugging him tightly as he lifts your hips again, just for another wave of cum to crawl up and spurt inside you. you whine lowly, feeling so full as toji exhales sharply, before he moves to pull your ass up, his softening cock slipping out along with the cum that oozes out in fat messy globs.
toji shivers holding his cock as he smears his cum again and then slowly pushes in. fuck you’re so warm.
“baby?” toji sighs out, hand caressing your back.
you hum gently.
he nudges you softly, but you remain still, hugging him tighter, just like a spoiled little girl. toji exhales, head tilted back in the chair, arms wrapping around you as he appeals to your post-sex nerves.
“I’m your favorite,” you mutter it like a command instead of a question.
toji hums.
“just me,” you say it firmly, arms tightening.
“just you,” he gently caresses the back of your head, petting you.
“i don’t wanna quit,” you confess.
toji holds back a chuckle as he smiles, “yeah, i know.”
“so I’m gonna stay,” your voice is slightly hesitant.
“is that a question?”
you finally peel your face from his shoulder. sitting up, looking down at him as he smirks. hand brushing your side.
“you promise it’s me. I’m your favorite,” you wipe some tears with the back of your hand as you glare at your boss.
his gaze flicks between yours, because he regrets it. not fucking you now. no, that was the best fucking thing he’s done in a long time. and he’s almost sure you were a virgin too, which made him have another feeling swell inside him. but what he regrets was making you feel this uneasiness.
he should’ve kept it in his pants and not let ruby suck him off, because now his precious girl was convincing herself to trust him.
he knows he’s disgusting. he knows you’re much better than him in every way. but he still leans up, kissing your hand then your lips, soft…sweet and whispers.
“you’re my favorite. that won’t change. I promise,” he waits for your eyes to find the truth written on his face, and feels a weight gently lift off his shoulders when you pout adorably, bringing a pinkie up. and he takes your pinkie shaking it with his.
to say that toji kept his word was an understatement. everybody knew that you were dating the boss. not only because unbeknownst to you, that bar tender told everyone how he caught you both fucking in the office, but also because of the possessiveness expressed on your end towards your older boyfriend.
you were always latched onto him. glaring at anyone that starred too hard, or tried to speak to him unprofessionally. it was cute having a cute little kitty thinking she’s a bulldog barking at everyone, but only seemed to draw the opposite affect on him, as he’d come up to you grabbing the bottle you were ready to throw at some man that tried to pick a fight with your boyfriend.
“there there, i got it, baby,” he’d calmly speak into your ear with a chuckle. your nostrils flaring as you hum in agreement, loosening your grip on the bottle and watching with arms crossed as your boyfriend handled it swiftly.
toji will do just about anything you want if you fuck him right first.
18+ content: smut, pussywhipped!toji, sub!toji if u squint, fem reader, sugar daddy dynamics
whatever you’ve done to his brain should be illegal.
toji’s never paid for pussy in his life. he’s not that kind of guy. but he’d gladly hand over his life savings if it meant you’d sit on his dick and never come off of it.
he feels like a fool when you’re squeezing him the way you are right now. hands shaking with his head thrown back and his neck exposed. grumbling nonsense to himself while he musters up the strength to not blow his load right then and there.
this is the closest thing to submission he’ll ever give you. toji likes to call the shots in the bedroom, but right now? he chooses to lay back against the pillows and let you use his dick however you need to.
doesn’t matter if he’s already cum, he’ll pull you back on it even when the sensitivity stings hot behind his eyes. even when the feeling of your sloppy heat makes his brain feel like it’ll melt through his ears.
“y’know.” you start, bracing your palms on his knees to better rock yourself onto him “you haven’t taken me shopping in a while.”
“yeah?” he pants, not at all registering what you just said. “yeah, whatever you want baby.” his voice trails off halfway through the sentence, too focused on the ripple of your ass against his hips. men were so easy.
it’s nights like these where toji chastises himself for not being able to keep up with your impressive stamina. fucking you was a gift and a curse wrapped all under a pretty pink bow. you made him work for it,
you slow your pace just the slightest bit, looking over your shoulder with a teasing grin to offer him a silent opt out.
toji shakes his head immediately. like the thought alone is the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard of.
“no, no. i’m fine. that dick is all yours.” he mumbles, nuzzling into the crook of your neck like a feral animal. “card’s all yours, money’s all yours. m’ yours.”
jackpot.
make no mistake, he could push his palm against your lower back and have you ass-up in a second. could decide he’s bored and fasten a hand to the back of your head, maybe pump you full of another load. but he doesn’t. whether that’s because of free will or because the synapses in his brain are overloaded with pleasure is something he won’t get into right now.
or maybe he’s just saying that to make himself feel better. maybe he really is the pussy drunk loser he never thought he’d become.
PLEASE don’t stay silent about ICE. they are not only ruining peoples lives but also taking them away.
they are racist, rapist and predators. they do not care about taking immigrants out of the country, they are trying to kill all of us whether you believe it or not.
they are hiring the worst people you know to go around terrorizing people and trying to get away with killing us.
toji’s gotten sloppier at lying to you about his job
content: mentions of a gun, little bit of smut, tiny bit of fluff, toji means well, lowk crack idk what this is bear with me
you aren’t half the fool your boyfriend takes you for. but you'll pretend you are for your own peace of mind.
toji’s job is far from the humble 9-5 he tells you about every night. you know why your shared apartment has 4 doorbell cameras. why that padlocked safe you’re not allowed to touch sits under your bedframe. a small price for the high-budget lifestyle you get to live.
steel-toed boots and a toolbox are his alibi every morning. it’s easy to pretend you’re piloting a jackhammer and fitting pipes all day when you’ve got the uniform down. but you’ve seen the silver handgun in the bottom compartment of that box. you know where his wealth comes from, what he does when he leaves the house.
it's almost endearing in some sick, twisted way. how far he goes to shelter you from reality. you've tried dropping hints that you know what's going on. that the charade he puts on isn't something you require, but what can you but turn a blind eye every time he presses his black card into your hand?
acting like you were none the wiser was simply the routine before this week. you didn’t ask questions, didn’t pry when his stories had holes. but toji’d gotten lazy this month, and your patience was running thin.
it starts with a nap. him crashing face first onto the couch cushions after coming home instead of cleaning the blood spattered across his knuckles and face. flecks of dried iron dusting off and onto the pillows like snow.
he’d done his best to clean his mess up while you laid awake in the bedroom. swearing under his breath while he scrubbed at his face over the kitchen sink. a hefty wire transfer had been waiting for you later that morning, his version of damage control in case you saw something you shouldn't have. you didn't mind too much after the fact.
but toji gets messier after that. sloppier. leaving traces scattered across the house. evidence sitting clear as day at the top of the trash instead of wrapped in a napkin at the bottom where he'd usually hide it. blood soaked towels, burner phones, papers scrawled with messy coordinates.
your final straw comes a month later when he pulls you onto the same couch he'd dirtied up weeks ago, mouth pressed flush against the pulse point in your neck.
you nearly forget about it all in the moment. letting him take his time worship your neck as that festering annoyance morphs into something much sweeter.
"mmhm, my smart girl." he grumbles. talking to himself more than anything. the compliment almost seems out of place, like he knows something you don't.
still, you let him take his time, feeling up on his shoulders while his hands grope the swell of your asscheeks. purple marks blossom under his lips and send throbbing heat right to your puffy center.
you tilt him up by his chin and meet him halfway, letting him lick into your mouth. two strong hands pull you down fully onto his lap, right against the rock solid bulge in his jeans.
except, something feels off.
toji breaks away from the kiss slowly, fingers encircling your wrist to guide your hand where he needs it.
"i know you feel that." he muses, hips grinding up to meet your own. there's a playful tilt to the way he says it, almost like whatever he's alluding to is some sort of joke you haven't caught onto yet
"what, your cock?" you giggle.
toji doesn't reply, letting you lift up the hem of his shirt to reveal the polished silver piece tucked into his waistband.
right. cat's out of the bag then. maybe your boyfriend was smarter than you gave him credit for.
"i know you know." he says, head tilted to the side with that smug little grin that tells you he was probably one step ahead of you this whole time. "wanted to see how long I could rile you up before you said something, but you're tough."
“oh my god, asshole.” you huff, standing to go do something else. anything else but straddle that stupid man and the gun he always forgets to put away.
toji throws his head back with a laugh, reaching for you like he hadn't started the conversation in the first place.
“it's no big deal, the safety’s on!” he calls after you. like that somehow makes it better. what a moron.
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summary: working the graveyard shift hosting at the casino wasn’t your first pick on how you’d usually spend a wednesday night. but what happens when a particularly flirty stranger decides to spend his birthday betting at your table?
it didn’t take a genius to know that working the mini roulette table after 1 am got boring very fast.
the casino you hosted at was on the modest side, tucked right off the nearest exit from the shitty apartment you’d leased right after graduation. it wasn’t what you’d imagined after four grueling years of school, but it kept the heat on in the winter. not much to complain about when your time in the real world had only just began.
you’re beyond overstimulated tonight. harsh neon lights pulse overhead, doing nothing to soothe the headache you’ve been nursing since 11 pm. your eyes seem to be pulsing at every nerve connection, your starchy button-up uniform clinging to the sweat at your nape.
the mini roulette setup was simple. a little square table tucked into a back corner near the hallway that leads to storage. a roulette wheel. a bar stool for you, and a single velvet chair for players. some patrons tipped well tonight, others did nothing but waste your time.
you haven’t had an interested better in over an hour. probably wouldn’t for the rest of the night. not with the snow coming down as hard as it is outside.
thoughts of the scenic bus ride home float around in your mind, soothing your boredom. at least around this time, security would start hauling the drunks off the floor where they couldn't cause you any trouble. things would quiet down soon enough, all you had to do now was survive the last three hours of your shift.
you chew on your bottom lip, fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the dials on the table’s control panel. your eyes sweep the floor for anyone remotely interested in—
holy shit.
black hair tinged red under neon lights. tall, maybe six-two. wide shoulders. a scar splitting the left side of his mouth, sharp enough to stand out from the rest of his sharp features. jade colored eyes so dark you almost mistake them for brown.
you’d gotten used to the charade of men feigning fake wealth. men who rented cheap suits by the hour and reeked of even cheaper beer. ones who liked to douse themselves in drug store cologne and tuck their wedding rings into their pockets like you were none the wiser.
you’d know an amateur from a mile away, and the man looking back at you was the real deal.
suit is pressed to perfection, not a single hair out of place. name brand, never rented. a few buttons undone, just enough to show off his neck.
real money. decades of it. you can feel it in the way he carries himself as he crosses the floor, shiny dress shoes leading him straight to your table.
“open?” he asks you casually, eyes giving you a polite once-over. suddenly your headache is the furthest thing from your mind.
you nod, offering a rehearsed smile and gesturing toward the chair. instead of sitting, he pushes it back with a small shake of his head and steps closer, circling to the side of the table next to you.
normally you’d redirect him. draw the professional line you’re trained to default to. but god he smells good. pine needles and that expensive new car scent. you’ll let him stand as close as he wants as long as he keeps looking at you like that.
the stranger leans his hip against the table, arms crossing over his chest while you set up the wheel. you try not to stare, eyes drawn to the way his biceps stretch the taught material of his sleeves.
no ring on his finger. none tucked away where you can see. jackpot.
“how many chips?” you ask, forcing your attention back to his face instead of his arms.
the corner of his mouth twitches like he knows exactly what’s running through your head.he fishes a handful of betting chips from his pocket. five orange disks, one thousand dollars each. must be a lucky night already. if five thousand was his starting bet, then whatever he considered all-in was way out of your tax bracket.
“let’s do five. i’ll bet on black.”
he extends his hand with enough confidence to fill a room. perfectly manicured.
“toji.” a first name is all he offers.
the man’s grip is warm. firm enough to grab you attention but not too firm to hurt. you hold his gaze a second longer than necessary. a shy smile slipping out before you can stop it. you give him your name in return, thighs pulsing together at the way it rolls off his tongue when he repeats it back to you.
“pleasure to be playing with you, toji.” you muse, testing the waters.
“sweet little thing, arent’cha?” he hums. “pleasure’s all mine.”
jackpot again.
you’d be the best damn hostess this casino had ever seen if it meant he’d keep calling you that. dopamine floods your system, a giddy warmth blooming low in your stomach. you liked where this was headed.
toji surrenders his stack to the table and lets you explain the rules.
he probably already knows how to play roulette. hell, he’s probably been gambling longer than you’ve been able to drive, but he listens anyway.really listens, like every word that comes out of your mouth is his salvation.
players could bet on any number, color, or a combination of both. if it was on the wheel, it was fair game. after the wheel spun, wherever the wooden ball in the middle ended up would be the winning bet. most people started with colors, placing bets on either black or red. high-risk, high-reward.
toji nods along, a smirk resting pretty right where that scar lies. he looks at you like you’re the cutest thing in the world, like he could listen to you talk for hours. your stomach flutters.
you finally press a key on your control panel to spin the wheel. the two of you watch as the ball skates over the numbered slots.
it slows. settles once. twice. then a third time on twenty-four. black and even.
“lucky man.” you whistle, reaching beneath the table to count his winning chips. most betters don’t score until their third spin if you remember correctly. there must be something in the air tonight.
“five thousand for the birthday boy, huh?” he jokes, accepting the chips with a smile that nearly sends you into an early grave.
“is that the special occasion?” your voice softens. that syrupy, rehearsed tone you save for tips is gone, replaced by genuine interest.
“mhm, two reasons to celebrate tonight."
right, you’d almost forgot it was new years eve with how empty the casino was. time seemed to move differently at this job, especially during a storm.
"y’know, otherwise i wouldn’t have dragged my ass here with all the snow outside.” he adds.
the laugh his joke gets out of you doesn’t go unnoticed. toji’s chest swells, his boldness rising with it. you silently pray that his winning streak sticks so he’ll stay a little longer. you inquire about how his day was going so far, curious to know how he’d been getting on before ending up at your table.
“got good money to spend,” he drawls, eyes never leaving yours, “and a pretty girl in front of me, so, not the worst day to be here.”
you thank him quietly, warmth rushing to your face. the pine and leather scent clinging to him fills your lungs and sends your thoughts scrambling.
you’re used to flirty attention. sloppy compliments from drunk men high on adrenaline.fleeting whistles from sleazy nobodies on their way to the slot machines.
this feels different, somehow.
call it the way he carries himself, confidence never faltering. maybe it’s the way he knows exactly how much of your attention he has this early into the game. either way, the man in front of you was unbelievably charming.
toji nudges the growing stack of chips closer.
“seven grand on reds.”
you fiddle with the control panel, and the wheel resets. hydraulics click. neon numbers blink back to zero.
he’s closer now. shoulder brushing yours. fingers drumming against velvet.
“ready, toji?”
the sound he makes under his breath tells you he likes the sound of his name in your mouth a little more than he should. noted.
the wheel spins again and toji leans in, chin resting on his fist as the ball slows to a stop right above a red seven.
“seven thousand for the birthday boy!” you’re grinning, more excited than you usually would. the floor you’re on is practically deserted, and thank god for that. a win like this would’ve drawn a crowd by now.
toji slams his fist onto the table with a cheer, chest heaving with the high of his second wind. he flicks his chin up at you, signaling you to reset the wheel again.
“c’mon.” he mutters, patting the wheel with quite vigor. “you can give me another one.”
the image that sentence triggers in your mind is beyond filthy.
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time passes, and the two of you settle into a rhythm. toji keeps betting, some wins, some losses. you keep resetting the wheel.
he’s surprisingly good at small talk, coaxing answers out of you with ease. you tell him about school, work, your new years plans.
in return, he tells you about his job, where he likes to travel. you even get him to tell you about his scar.
“ATV accident.” he explains, thumb brushing over the raised skin. “was such a dumbass when i first started making good money.”
you laugh. Like full belly, ugly, laugh. hard enough that you have to lean against him to catch your breath. he lets you, with a fond smile, a betting chip rolling lazily between his thumb and pointer.
“wasn’t using my head back then.” he adds. “flipped it into the pool and hit my lip on the bottom, bought another one the next day.”
toji looks down at you through his fringe as he explains, eyes dark, pupils blown just a little wider. your chest feels tight enough to pop, stomach full of dandelion fuzz.
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things eventually start to wind down as the hours fly by. the stack of orange disks he’d neatly placed in front of you a couple hours prior had evolved into a heaping handful of red, white, and blue speckled chips. five thousand dollars each.
“you make this job fun,” you admit, head tipping against his shoulder. the snow outside still hasn’t let up.
“yeah?” he murmurs. “well you made my birthday pretty fucking fun too.”
his arm slips around your waist like it's second nature. you let him pull you closer, relaxing into him with a soft sigh.
“i think my shift ends–” you check your phone, wincing. “err, ended forty minutes ago.”
toji laughs, deep and uncontrollable from his chest. he drags a hand down his face like it’s the best joke he’s heard all night.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he croons as you (devastatedly) pull away from him to clean up the table. “had too much fun with me, huh?”
he’s not wrong. you did have fun. more fun than you’ve ever had at this shitty table.
he shakes the chips in his fist triumphantly. uou count at least sixty-five grand, maybe more. you lost track somewhere between the third and fourth round, right around when he’d leaned in real close and called you his “good luck charm”. now that had you wet.
“guess i’m waking up a happy man tomorrow.” he says, pocketing the chips while you fetch your bag from a drawer hidden underneath the velvet overcloth.
neither of you moves to leave.
toji opens his mouth, hesitates, then reaches for his wallet instead.
“call me next time you’re working,” he says, pressing a cream-colored card into your palm. “i’ll keep you company. maybe more if you want me to.”
what he’s implying isn’t lost on you, and the thought alone stokes the aching fire between your legs. toji waits for your nod, squeezing your hand sweetly before pulling back.
something tightens in your chest at the thought of him leaving. your hand flys out and catches his, tugging him back toward you. you weren’t going to let tonight end without at least trying.
“what do i get if i bet on black?”
toji turns at you, trying (and failing) to hide a shit-eating smirk. you can’t look at him, embarrassment burning hot and obvious in the pit of your stomach.
“what do you get?” he repeats slowly, savoring the question like he doesn’t know exactly what you’re asking for.
the man steps closer. you back up until you can’t, feeling the edge of the roulette table press into your lower back. one arm braces beside you as he tosses a quick glance over his shoulder.
not a single soul on the floor. lucky you.
toji looks back at you, voice lower than you’ve ever heard tonight. he leans forward to pluck the roulette ball from the center of the table, pressing it into your hand.
“baby, if this little thing scores black” he murmurs, tongue brushing the seam of his lips, “you can have whatever you fucking want from me.”
challenge accepted.
you reach behind you for the master switch, bringing the wheel back to life. neon lights flicker on. you toss the ball onto the rotating surface, watching it skate across the receptacles.
“watch.” he commands. the ball spins, fast and relentless. his fingers hold your chin on either side, keeping your eyes locked on the sight in front of you.
“better hope i’ve still got that lucky streak in me.” as if he’d ever dream of saying no to you.
the ball rattles around the board, stretching the moment unbearably thin.
it slows. settles once, twice, then a third time. right over a black 31.
you turn back to him slowly, breath shallow as his hands settle around your waist.
“what’s it gonna be, sweetheart?” he asks you. toji’s pupils are blown wide, only a thin ring of jade left.
“what can i give you, hm?”
you glance around, eyes landing on the hallway only a couple yards behind you.
“i have the key to a pretty nice storage room.” you offer shyly, not lost on how insane you probably sound. but toji jumps right on board, motioning for you to lead the way with a shit-eating grin.
you weave through the hallway, hand clutched tightly inside of his. adrenaline pumps through chest and into your limbs. you knew there were no cameras back here, you could take your sweet time.
you’ve barely gotten the door of the storage room open before toji’s hands find your body, pushing you backwards by the waist into the plunging darkness.
polished shoes shuffle against the linoleum as toji’s body crowds yours. your back hits something solid, a bookshelf maybe.
soft lips meet yours, and suddenly every ache in your body melts. you feel his mouth form a smile. a satisfied groan erupts from the deepest part of his chest.
“should’ve just led with this, would’ve let you do whatever you wanted to me from the start.” he admits.
you’d obsess over the implications of what he just said later. right now, you needed your uniform off.
toji works surprisingly fast in the darkness. the cool air feels wonderful against your damp skin.
his lips feel even better.
the older man sucks a mark between your breasts, tongue laving over the newly formed bruise. more marks follow in its wake as he undresses you. your collar bones, your tits, even one on your hip.
the rhyme behind his reason was clear.
every hickey was placed with a purpose. toji wasn’t leaving marks for everyone to see. these were a reminder. tomorrow you’d put your uniform shirt on again and the purple blotches would disappear behind opaque fabric. not a single soul would know they were there, no one besides you and him.
you don’t have to look to know he’s shed the jacket. the unmistakable clack of betting chips gives it away as fabric meets the floor. his button-up comes next, and your bra joins the ever-growing pile of clothing soon after.
“god-fuck--hold on.” he groans, clearly devastated to be parting from you so soon. “need to see you.”
the man pulls away, hands searching the wall behind him until a single yellow lightbulb flickers to life above.
you squint, taking in your poorly lit surroundings. shelves upon shelves of papers, books, and manuals line the walls.
there’s a velvet lined couch tucked into the corner, backless but just wide enough for the both of you to lay on. you store the thought away, deciding you’d absolutely put that to good use later.
“my god, look at you.” he whistles.
you’re suddenly very aware of how naked you are, and how devastatingly dressed he still is. you let him eye-fuck you from where he stands. emerald eyes drink up the sight of you standing bare in the middle of the cramped room, save for a pair of panties.
toji palms himself through his slacks with little shame. firm hands meet the jut of your hips as soon as the distance between you two closes.
“you’re beautiful, baby.” if only you knew just how much he meant it.
your second kiss is just as good as the first, if not better. toji takes his time with your mouth. he sets the pace for you, tongue flitting out to brush yours.
you wouldn’t know left from right even with the lights turned on. your head swims, overflowing with the need to taste, touch, feel.
toji makes haste with the rest of his clothes. his button-up joins his jacket on the ground, belt following suit.
“how do you wanna—oh.” you’re already pushing him backwards before he can get the question out, leading him to the bench from earlier.
his slacks and briefs are already around his ankles as soon as he sits down. you mentally thank him for the helping hand, but what really gets you is the view.
he was beyond blessed. long, flushed, just the slightest bit darker than the rest of his body. toji had the prettiest cock you’d ever seen.
the man tuts at you before you can get your mouth around it, and you pull back obediently. instead, he grabs himself by the base and angles the tip towards your mouth, looking down at you like he wants to devour you whole.
“give it a kiss. be a sweet girl for me.” he instructs.
you secretly hoped he’d be the type to order you around. calling you enthusiastic in this moment would be a disservice right now. you were practically devoted to the man in front of you. body and mind.
you should be embarrassed, but the way he says it to has you willing to do anything for him. anything in your power just to make him feel good.
you pepper sweet kisses around the head, tongue flitting out to catch the beads of pre that weep from his tip. you try and feed the rest of his shaft into your mouth, barely getting an inch down before he pulls you off by your hair gently.
“not yet.” toji says, “you first.”
he stands only for a moment, long enough to kick his pants off his ankles before circling to stand behind you.
you learn exactly what he means the moment two strong hands guide you up and onto the rickety couch. your black hits plush velvet. toji shifts just enough to wedge both of his arms under your knees, hauling your lower half closer to the edge.
he kneels, and then his tongue is on you within seconds, licking a thick path from your hole to your clit.
the feeling is too much and not enough at the same time. you need him closer, deeper. all at once. the noises his mouth nurses out of you are carnal.
toji licks another stripe up the length of your slit, humming low as he tastes you. heat envelops your clit, and you nearly jump out of your skin when his middle finger comes down to gather the slick pooling at your entrance.
“inside, please. want it inside.” you beg, needing something, anything, to quell the heat in your stomach.
“i know sweetheart, i’ve got you.” toji doesn’t even bother parting from in between your legs when he says it, mumbling reassurances directly into your pussy. he rubs on your clit one more time before moving down to your hole, easing his middle finger inside of you slowly.
the digit meets little resistance on the way in, you’d been wet for hours anyway. toji adds another, tongue laving over your clit while he fingers you open.
you try your best to stay quiet, you really do, but the way the pads of his fingers rub against your walls has you mumbling nonsense into the open air.
toji adds a third digit somewhere down the line, bringing you to the edge of an earth-shattering climax before withdrawing his hand and spearing his tongue inside of you instead.
“cum on my face baby, cmon.” he urges, rubbing up and down your thighs to encourage you.
the feeling isn’t what sends you over the edge. it’s the fact that he’d rather you cum in his mouth, right where he can taste it. right where he can savor it like the sweetest nectar, holding your down by the jut of your hips as he savors every drop. every twitch and shiver.
you’re brought down from the clouds with gentle reassurances. the smell of him is practically the only thing you can focus on, save for the way he slowly lets your legs drop, making his way around the bench to stand behind where your head rests.
“my turn.” he says, hooking both hands under your armpits to pull you up the couch.
the room tilts on its axis as your head hangs the tiniest bit over the edge of plush velvet. your eyes finally focus, and thank god that they do, because the sight in front of you is otherworldly.
toji stands facing you, lazily fisting his cock. his neck and chin are glossy with your slick, some of it even seeping down his throat.
your head hangs rests just below where his balls sit hot and heavy. he grabs the base of himself carefully, angling his cock down to toward your lips.
this man was going to be the death of you.
you open your mouth, letting him slide home with a drawn out noise that sends electric pulses straight to your clit. your lips stretch taught almost immediately. it’s a tight fit. much tighter than expected.
your arms come up to rest behind his legs, holding onto dear life as he fucks your mouth with shallow strokes.
“there we go, pretty girl.” he purrs, rubbing his palm over the little bulge in your throat in a way that’s far too sweet for what he was currently doing to your body.
“gonna think about this for the rest of my life, y’know that?” god, you hoped so. his other hand snakes around the curve of your breast. not squeezing, just savoring.
you whine around the obstruction in your mouth, thanking him for the praise. toji’s thrusts haven’t let up since the minute he breached your lips. not once.
the salty taste that settles on the back of your tongue clues you in thst he’s close. you half expect him to keep going, to drive home and cum down your throat like you want him to. instead, he pulls out, much to your poor chagrin.
“play with it, baby. lemme watch.” he commands, stroking himself from base to tip.
you oblige, albeit clumsily. slowly, your hands peel off his thighs. one hand travels down to your slit, and the contact is enough to make you flinch. you beyond sensitive, all hot and swollen just from having him in your mouth.
your other hand doesn’t stray far, fingers groping lazily at your breast as a you work yourself to a second orgasm.
the noise you draw out of toji is porn-worthy. you would think he just came if not for where he currently stands, dick in one hand while the other hoists your ankle onto his shoulder to hold you open.
if the pussy-drunk expression on his face tells you anything, it’s that the man in front of you would move mountains to see you do that again. deft fingers come down only for a moment, dipping between your folds to gather your slick.
toji brings his hand back to his dick, spreading your wetness over his shaft with a shakey fist. you hold his gaze as he does it, utterly dumbfounded and entirely turned-on.
you nearly sob as soon as the head of his cock catches your entrance. not in pain but in pure, indescribable relief. the stretch is more bearable than expected. if anything, your
you clench around him involuntarily and toji goes wild.
“fuck—y—oh my god.” he hisses, grabbing the base of himself to starve off his orgasm. he’d rather die than let you take him by surprise like that. not in a million years.
“can’t do that to me, sweetheart. almost made me cum.” he muses. in a way, he almost sounds proud of you. two rough hands close around the softness of your waist, pulling you onto his cock over and over.
you giggle at the intimacy of it all. to think that the man in front of you, the one you’d met only hours before, would fucking you so sweetly on your back like this. legs in the air and everything.
“kiss me.” you plead, arms outstretched.
and what else could toji do but oblige? you’d been such a good girl after all.
your third kiss is much different than the ones before. the first two had been firey. half heaving breaths, half savoring each other’s taste. this kiss was passionate, soft. the type of kiss you’d give a lover after coming home from a long day of work. the type of kiss that says “i need you more than anything.”
and maybe you did need toji more than anything. your body sure seemed to think so, sucking him in more and more with every heated thrust.
you’d lay here and take him in this stuffy room forever if you could. you never want this to end.
somehow, it’s like toji understands exactly what’s going through your head. he parts from the kiss, wrapping both of his arms around you to pull you right against his sweaty form.
the new angle hits deeper than before. his tip nestles right up against that special spot inside of you. the feeling is so intense you nearly
“i think i’m gonna cum.” you whisper shakily, retreating into the crook of his neck with a moan.
“you can do it.” he’s not asking. toji reaches down to toy with your clit, thrusts becoming faster. “one more for me, cmon.”
you don’t know if you want to, that’s the thing. your orgasm would come either way, in fact, you feel it barreling toward you at warp speed. you just didn’t want this to be over. his arms holding you flush against his body, the smell of his cologne, the feeling of his forehead pressed against yours. you wanted to stay like this forever.
the thought of going back to the real world and leaving toji behind was something you didn’t want to think about.
your orgasm hits you like a title wave, arms locking around the man inside you like puzzle pieces. toji rides it out with you, and the noise he makes is probably loud enough the be heard by the neighboring townspeople.
he gives a few shallow thrusts, then finally slams home, emptying himself inside of you.
you’re on cloud nine, actually, scratch that, you’re not even sure if you’re alive.
the world comes back to you, piece by piece. static fills your head and blurs your vision until each of your senses toggles on like a light switch.
toji hasn’t parted from your shaking form yet, opting to press open mouthed kisses right over the hammering pulse-point in your neck. you think he mumbles something about not wanting to pull out, you don’t want him to either.
“wanna stay like this.” you tell him, voice soft and needy.
and, like always, toji obliges like it’s second nature. the two of you lay tangled up in each other, exchanging sweet words and stories until the cum staining your skin dries and you’re sure the sun has rose.
but like all things, this too had to come to an end.
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“did you drive here?” he asks quietly, balancing on one socked foot while he wrestles his other leg into his pants. the sight in front of you feels so gut wrenchingly domestic. you imagine a world where you get to watch him dress every morning. where every morning starts just like this.
“nope, took the bus.” you explain, trying to smooth your hair back to a manageable state. now that you think about it, you’re 90% sure you forgot to punch out. too late to care now.
“let me take you home then.” his words come softly, like the thought of leaving the building without you in tow is something he doesn’t want to consider.
you accept, mostly because you want to spend more time with him, but also because you feel sticky everywhere. more importantly, you hope the gusset of your panties is enough to keep the cum leaking out of you at bay.
you give the storage room a once over, scanning for anything that would give you away later. toji had snuck out and over to the exchange counter a bit ago to save both of you some time, cashing in his chips from the night.
sunlight spills through every corner of the casino. a quick peek at your phone confirms the storm outside had finally given up a while ago. its still december 31st, despite the fact that you feel like days have passed. you wonder if it’ll snow on new years too.
you meet toji at the main entrance, hand intertwining with his like its the most normal thing in the world. his hair is starting to curl at the ends from the moisture in the air, overcoat slung over one broad shoulder.
the telltale clack of the betting chips in his pockets that you’d gotten used to is long gone. probably a string of ones and zeros now. instant wire transfer.
you let him lead you through the parking garage, weaving between puddles of melted sleet. your body feels wrecked in an equally good and bad way. the dull throb between your legs was something you’d treasure forever, but at the same time you don’t think you’ve ever wanted to sleep so bad.
toji’s car is just as you imagined. sleek black rims, matte leather seats. you let him open the passenger door for you. as you sit down, he leans down to address you, hands fidgeting in front of him like he isn’t quite sure how to word it.
“would it be weird if i kept coming back here to see you?” he mumbles. you realize this is the first time he’s ever sounded unsure of himself. scared to sound too forward as if he hadn’t pumped you full of cum twenty minutes ago.
“i’d like-” you pause, choosing your words carefully. “i’d love that, toji. outside of work too.”
“yeah?” his smile is wide enough to split. you don’t think you’ve seen him quiet this happy until now.
a surge of confidence washes over you, and you lean in for a kiss. toji lets you with a laugh.
“and uh… check your banking app. pulled some strings.” he muses, jogging to the other side of the car.
your banking app? what was he going on about?
toji settles into the drivers seat and backs the car out, right as your jaw hits the floor.
no. fucking. way
sixty five thousand dollars transferred to your checking account fifteen minutes ago. every single penny he’d won with you tonight. all of it.
“casino already had your info on file for the direct deposits and all that, so...” his tone is unbelievably casual. like he just gave you a twenty for gas or something. “wanted you to have it from the beginning. don’t worry about it.”
don’t worry about it. right. sooo casual. the smile on your face was probably picture-worthy.
“call it a thank you gift.” he reaches across the center console to hold your hand, “y’know, for making my birthday so special.”
for the gorjus wonderful @lapsizedgf happy new year twin
thank you all for reading !! :) happy birthday to toji. art creds to lillyxxssi on twt
summary. woodcutter! toji fushiguro hates christmas with a passion—until a naked, heat-drunk deer hybrid stumbles into his woods, cold and in heat. one rescue later, his quiet cabin becomes the stage for the nastiest, most claiming christmas eve he never knew he needed. merry fucking christmas.
winter had clamped down on the mountains like an iron trap, like an uninvited guest that refused to leave, blanketing the small rural town in thick layers of snow that crunched underfoot and turned every breath into a visible puff of frost, and as december crept toward its festive peak, everyone around seemed to lose their goddamn minds with decorations—strings of twinkling lights draped over rooftops like glowing veins, plastic reindeer perched on lawns with noses that blinked red in the night.
massive wreaths hung on doors that screamed holiday cheer in a way that made toji’s stomach turn just a little, houses strung with multicolored lights that blinked like overexcited fireflies, porches groaning under the weight of inflatable santas and reindeer, windows painted with fake snow and real desperation, burying the half of the world under endless white, red and green—toji fushiguro felt none of it. and don’t forget about the kind of cold that seeped into bones and made every breath feel sharp against the lungs, and while the distant town below glittered with manic christmas frenzy.
toji didn’t decorate, didn’t hang a single wreath or light, didn’t even own a tree; christmas had always felt like noise dressed up as joy, and joy was something he’d stopped pretending to want a long time ago. alone in his old farmhouse at the edge of the woods, with no family, no visitors, no warm voices to fill the quiet, he simply didn’t care—solitude suited him better than forced cheer ever could, and the holiday season was just another stretch of long, silent nights he could spend chopping wood, drinking black coffee, and letting the fire die down to embers without anyone to complain about the chill.
he stepped out into the late afternoon gray, shirtless as usual because layers only slowed him down and the cold had stopped bothering him years back, his skin weathered and scarred from a life of labor, broad chest dusted with dark hair that caught stray snowflakes as they drifted down. heavy boots crunched through the deep trail he’d worn from the house to the tree line, dirty jeans riding low on his hips, stained with pitch and sawdust and old blood from nicks he never bothered bandaging properly.
in his right hand he carried the axe, its handle worn smooth from countless swings, the blade freshly sharpened that morning because dull tools were an insult to the work. he moved slow, unhurried, shoulders rolling with each step, breath fogging in steady clouds as he followed the narrow path deeper into the pines, the forest swallowing the faint sounds of civilization until there was only wind through branches and the soft thud of his boots.
the forest enveloped him soon enough, tall pines and oaks standing sentinel, their branches heavy with snow that occasionally dumped a cascade of white flakes as he passed. he wasn’t out here for leisure, no, he needed firewood to keep the small fire in his hearth going through the long nights, just enough to chase away the deepest chill without wasting effort on more than necessary, his muscles flexing under his skin with each step, a testament to the life he’d carved out for himself in this remote corner of the world, far from the bustling cities and their endless noise.
the clearing he favored wasn’t far—just far enough to feel separate from everything. he set a thick fallen log upright, tested its balance with a nudge of his boot, then raised the axe in a lazy arc, muscles coiling under scarred skin before he brought it down with a clean, resounding crack that sent wood chips flying into the snow. again and again, rhythmic, almost meditative, sweat starting to bead along his collarbones despite the freeze, his dark hair sticking to his forehead as he worked. the pile of split firewood grew steadily beside him, each piece stacked with absent precision while his mind drifted nowhere in particular, content in the repetition, the burn in his arms, the bite of cold air on bare skin.
his body moving in a rhythm born of habit—lift, swing, split, repeat—his breaths steady and deep, the physical exertion a welcome distraction from the monotonous drag of winter days, the axe biting into the bark with each strike, chips flying like confetti he had no use for. he paused only to wipe his brow with the back of his hand, his dark hair matted slightly, green eyes scanning the surroundings out of instinct more than curiosity, the forest silent save for the occasional rustle of wind through the needles above.
it was during one of those pauses—axe resting on his shoulder, chest rising and falling slow—that he caught the sound. faint, almost nothing against the wind: a soft, stuttering exhale, maybe a whimper. he didn’t move at first, just tilted his head, green eyes narrowing as he scanned the treeline. nothing at first, then there it was again, closer this time, a subtle rustle from behind a cluster of snow-laden bushes, like branches shifting under weight that wasn’t wind. and his eyes narrowed, catching a glimpse of movement. then he saw them—antlers, pale and branching, branching out like delicate crowns, catching what little light filtered through the clouds, moving just slightly behind a cluster of snow-heavy firs.
toji lowered the axe, letting the head rest in the snow as he walked forward, boots sinking deep, no rush in his stride even as curiosity tugged at him. he pushed through the low branches, needles scraping across his bare shoulders, and stopped short when he saw you.
you were curled tight on the ground, knees drawn to your chest, arms wrapped around yourself as if that could hold the warmth in, completely bare, skin flushed pink from the cold and mottled with cold, lips tinted faint blue and trembling. your deer ears twitched weakly at his approach, flattened against your head, and those antlers rose proud despite your obvious exhaustion, dusted with snow like some forgotten forest ornament. your eyes—large, dark, glassy with cold—lifted to meet his, wide with fear and pain and something desperately human, and toji felt the lazy rhythm of his day stutter, just for a second.
his gaze dropped lower, taking in the details his mind catalogued without permission: the way your body shook in small, uncontrollable waves, goosebumps raised across every inch of exposed skin, nipples drawn tight from the cold, skin flushed from the cold but otherwise smooth and human, no fur to shield you like a true deer might have, just the vulnerable curve of your form huddled in on itself for whatever meager warmth it could muster. the soft curve of your waist disappearing into the snow beneath you. and then he saw the blood—dark streaks frozen against your right thigh, a deep bruise blooming purple and ugly around a gash that looked like it had come from something sharp, maybe a fall against jagged rock or broken branch.
your leg was tucked awkwardly beneath you now as you move from the uncomfortable approach from the unknown man, as if even the slightest shift hurt too much to bear. your deer ears twitched faintly, alert even in your distress, and those antlers—elegant, branching things—framed your face as you lifted your head slightly, your eyes wide and luminous, locking onto his with a mix of wariness and silent plea, the snowflakes dusting your lashes and clinging to your skin, making you look ethereal yet so painfully fragile in the winter's grasp.
toji stopped a few feet away, his posture relaxed, one hand resting on his hip as he took you in, his expression unchanging, that signature scar pulling at the corner of his mouth in what might have been the ghost of a smirk if he bothered to let it form fully. “well, ain’t this a sight,” he drawled, his voice low and lazy, unbothered as if stumbling upon a naked hybrid in the woods was just another quirk of his day, the words rolling out slow like he had all the time in the world. he didn’t rush closer, just stood there, his green eyes tracing the way your body trembled slightly, the goosebumps rising on your skin, and he tilted his head, exhaling a puff of breath that fogged the air between you. “you look like you’re freezin’ your ass off out here. what, get lost chasin’ some holiday spirit or somethin’?”
your ears flicked at the sound of his voice, and you shifted a little, drawing your knees tighter to your chest, but your gaze didn’t waver, those big eyes holding his with an intensity that made something stir in his chest—pity, maybe, or just plain intrigue, he couldn't be sure. the wind picked up then, howling softly through the trees, and a fresh flurry of snow began to fall, dusting your antlers like nature’s own decorations, and toji sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with a calloused hand, his muscles rippling under the motion. “c’mon, don’t just stare at me like i’m the big bad wolf. you gonna tell me what the hell you’re doin’ out here naked as the day you were born, or do i gotta guess?”
you hesitated, your lips parting slightly, chapped from the cold, and when you spoke, your voice was soft, trembling just a bit, “i… i got separated from my herd. the storm came too fast, and i couldn’t find my way back.” your voice was soft, fragile, carrying that faint tremor of someone who’d been alone in the cold too long. your body language screamed vulnerability, the way your shoulders hunched inward, your tail—barely visible in your curled position—flicking nervously against the snow, and toji noticed it all, his eyes sharp despite the lazy drawl in his tone.
he chuckled lowly, not mocking, just a rumble in his chest that carried no real heat, and he crouched down to your level, balancing on his haunches with ease, his jeans straining against his thighs as he rested his elbows on his knees. “separated, huh? figures. winter’s a bitch like that—sneaks up and bites you when you’re not lookin’.” his gaze softened just a fraction, not that he’d admit it, and he glanced around the forest, the trees closing in like silent witnesses, before looking back at you, noting how your antlers caught the light filtering through the branches, almost like they were meant to be adorned with those christmas lights he despised.
“you ain’t got nothin’ on you? no clothes, no nothin’? that’s just askin’ for trouble in this weather.”
you shook your head slowly, your ears drooping a little, and a shiver wracked your frame, drawing his attention to the way your skin pebbled further, your breaths coming in shallow puffs. he nodded once, eyes flicking back to the wound on your leg, then to your face—lips nearly blue now, lashes clumped with ice. “that cut looks nasty. you been out here long?”
you gave the tiniest shake of your head, ears flicking back further, body curling tighter as another shiver wracked you. toji’s jaw worked slowly, like he was chewing on a thought he didn’t much like, then he extended one large hand toward you, palm up, fingers relaxed—not grabbing, just offering, his palm rough and steady. “alright, can’t just leave you here to turn into a popsicle, sweetheart. my place ain’t far—got a fire goin’, maybe some clothes that’d fit ya if i dig around. up to you, though. i ain’t draggin’ nobody.”
the endearment slipped out lazy, almost sarcastic, but his eyes stayed steady on yours, unbothered, patient. you stared at his hand—broad, scarred, warm-looking despite the snowflakes melting on his knuckles—and hesitated, body trembling harder now that hope had crept in. finally, your smaller hand reached out, fingers brushing his, cold as ice, soft against his calloused skin, and you let him pull you up.
as you stood, your body unfolded before him, naked and unashamed in its hybrid beauty, antlers proud atop your head, and toji averted his eyes just enough to give you some semblance of privacy, though he couldn’t ignore the heat that stirred low in his gut, voyeuristic curiosity mingling with something protective. “easy there,” he murmured, shrugging off the invisible weight of the moment as he picked up his axe, slinging it over his shoulder. “trail’s slippery—stick close, yeah?”
the moment weight shifted to your injured leg, pain flared white-hot; a sharp whimper escaped before you could stop it, and your knees buckled completely. toji moved without thinking, catching you against his chest as you sagged, one arm sliding around your bare back, the other under your thighs to lift you fully off the ground. you gasped at the sudden warmth of his body—skin hot from exertion, muscles hard and solid beneath you—and instinctively curled closer, face pressing into the crook of his neck, antlers brushing lightly against his hair.
“easy,” he murmured, voice rumbling against your cheek, low and unhurried even as he adjusted his grip so your injured leg didn’t bump anything. “got you. axe can stay—wood ain’t goin’ anywhere.” he left it leaning against the log without a second glance and started walking, boots carving a deeper path through the snow, your weight nothing in his arms.
the walk back was slow, deliberate, his boots carving a path for you to follow, his bare torso unaffected by the cold that had you shivering beside him. “name’s toji, by the way,” he said after a stretch of silence, his voice casual, like he was commenting on the weather. “and you? or do i just call you deer-girl for the hell of it?” there was a teasing lilt there, sarcastic but gentle, the kind that didn’t sting, just prodded lightly.
“it’s y/n,” you replied, your voice gaining a bit more strength now that you were moving, though your arms wrapped around yourself for warmth, and he noticed, his eyes flicking to the way your body curved, the subtle sway of your hips as you navigated the trail. “y/n, huh? suits ya—simple, no frills.” he glanced sideways at you, a faint smirk tugging at his scar. “so, what’s a hybrid like you doin’ wanderin’ these woods anyway? thought your kind stuck to warmer spots, not freezin’ their tails off in bumfuck nowhere.”
you explained in bits and pieces, your words punctuated by shivers—the herd migrating for winter, the sudden blizzard scattering everyone, how you'd ended up alone and disoriented, no clothes because hybrids like you didn’t need them in the wild, but human skin wasn’t built for this cold. toji listened without interrupting, nodding occasionally, his expression unchanging, but his body language spoke volumes—the way he positioned himself to block the wind from hitting you directly.
every step was deliberate, careful, his body shielding yours from the wind as much as possible, the heat radiating off his bare torso seeping slowly into your frozen skin. you could feel his heartbeat steady against your side, smell the faint scent of pine smoke and sweat and something distinctly male clinging to him. your arms looped tentatively around his neck for balance, fingers brushing the short hairs at his nape, and he didn’t comment, just kept that lazy pace back toward the farmhouse, breath fogging above your head.
“you’re shakein’ pretty hard,” he said after a minute, voice soft against the wind, almost conversational. “we’ll get that leg cleaned up first—looks like it’s been bleedin’ a while. then food, maybe. you eat regular stuff, or…?” he trailed off, glancing down at you with a faint, crooked smirk that pulled at the scar on his lip.
you managed a tiny nod against his shoulder, voice muffled. “regular… mostly.”
“good. got stew on the stove. figured i’d be eatin’ alone again tonight, but plans change.” there was dry humor in his tone, gentle sarcasm that didn’t bite, just floated there like smoke.
the farmhouse came into view sooner than you expected—low roof heavy with snow, a squat, sturdy building, the sun was dipping lower, casting long shadows over the snow. thin trail of smoke curling lazily from the chimney, windows glowing faint orange against the dusk. toji shouldered the door open without setting you down, kicking it shut behind him with his heel, and the sudden wave of warmth hit like a physical thing, drawing a soft, involuntary sigh from your lips. the inside was sparse, lived-in, smelling of woodsmoke and coffee and old leather; no christmas decorations anywhere save for a half-hearted string of lights someone must have left years ago, dangling forgotten over the mantel, but the fire crackled invitingly in the hearth, just a worn couch, a coffee table scarred from years of boots, and the fireplace crackling low.
he carried you straight to the couch, lowering you carefully onto the blankets piled there, making sure your injured leg was elevated on a pillow before straightening up. his hands lingered a second longer on your waist, steadying, then pulled away slow. “go on, warm up. i’ll grab somethin’ for ya to wear—can’t have you prancin’ around like that all night.”
you watched him move—lazy, unhurried strides across the room, muscles shifting under scarred skin as he disappeared down a short hallway. your body still trembled, but the heat was already sinking in, easing the worst of the shivers, and you pulled one of the blankets tighter around yourself, ears twitching toward every sound he made: drawers opening, water running, the soft clink of glass bottles.
when he came back, he had a large flannel shirt draped over one arm and sweatp, and a battered first-aid kit under the other. he dropped onto the couch beside you without ceremony, close enough that his thigh brushed yours, and set the kit on the coffee table. “leg first,” he said, voice low, nodding toward the blanket. “gonna need to see how bad it is.”
you hesitated only a second before easing the blanket aside, exposing the bruised and bloodied thigh. toji’s expression didn’t change—still that lazy half-lidded look—but his hands were careful as he opened the kit, movements practiced and gentle. “this’ll sting,” he warned, voice soft, before pressing a warm, damp cloth to the wound to clean away frozen blood and dirt.
you hissed, body tensing, fingers clutching the blanket, but he murmured, “breathe through it, sweetheart. doin’ good,” his free hand settling lightly on your uninjured thigh, thumb brushing slow circles that somehow grounded you more than the pain sharpened. he worked in silence after that, cleaning, disinfecting, wrapping the gash with steady precision, every touch deliberate but never rushed, his body heat close enough to feel even through the air between you.
when he finished, he sat back slightly, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “not too deep—won’t need stitches if you keep it clean. you’ll keep the leg.” the corner of his mouth lifted, faint sarcasm there, but his gaze lingered on your face, taking in the color slowly returning to your lips, the way your ears had perked forward just a little.
he handed you the flannel next, oversized and soft from countless washes. “throw this on before you turn into a popsicle again. got sweatpants too if you feel like drownin’ in ‘em—your call, but naked’s fine by me either way.”
you slipped the shirt on under the blanket, fabric swallowing you whole, sleeves hanging past your hands, scent of him—woodsmoke and something clean and warm—clinging to the fibers and didn’t bother with the sweatpants. when you emerged, he was watching with that same lazy expression, but his eyes darkened just a fraction as they traced the way the shirt draped over your body, collar slipping off one shoulder, hem brushing mid-thigh.
“looks better on you than it ever did on me,” he drawled, voice low and rough around the edges now, standing to head toward the kitchen. “stew’s still hot. you hungry?”
you nodded, pulling the blanket around your legs again, and he returned minutes later with two bowls, handing you one before settling back beside you—closer this time, thigh pressed fully against yours, like personal space was optional. the silence stretched comfortable, broken only by the crackle of the fire and the occasional clink of spoons, but his presence filled the room, warm and solid and quietly overwhelming.
outside, snow kept falling, soft and endless, erasing the trail he’d left in the woods, sealing the two of you inside this small, undecorated house where christmas didn’t exist—only firelight, stew, and the slow, simmering awareness of bare skin under borrowed flannel, of scarred hands that had carried you home, and green eyes that watched you now with something patient and hungry stirring behind the lazy facade.
the fire crackled low and steady, throwing flickering gold across the worn wooden floorboards that creaked faintly under the shifting weight of the couch, the light dancing over the edges where the two of you sat, thighs still pressed together firmly, like neither of you had found a reason—or wanted—to create even an inch of space after he’d handed you the bowl.
steam curled lazily from the thick stew, rich chunks of potato and carrot and dark venison floating in the gravy—hearty, gamey, the kind of meat he’d likely tracked and dressed himself out in these same woods—carrying that deep, earthy scent through the small room, mingling with the sharp bite of burning pine and the faint, lingering trace of crisp winter cold that still clung to your skin despite the blanket draped over your lap.
you cradled the bowl in both hands, sleeves of his oversized flannel pushed clumsily up to your elbows, the soft worn fabric brushing your forearms as you brought the spoon to your lips in slow, careful bites, letting the heat of the broth slide down your throat and pool warm in your belly, spreading outward like gentle fingers chasing away the last stubborn edges of frost that had burrowed deep during those endless hours alone in the snow.
toji ate the same way he seemed to do everything: unhurried, almost lazy, his broad frame lounged back against the cushions, one thick arm draped along the back of the couch behind your shoulders—not quite touching you, but close enough that the heat radiating from his bare skin warmed the side of your neck and the shell of your ear whenever you turned your head even slightly. his other hand guided the spoon to his mouth in a steady, unconcerned rhythm, jaw working slow and deliberate as he chewed, the faint flex of muscle along his scarred chest visible each time he swallowed, dark hair still a little damp from melted snow at the ends, sticking to the side of his neck.
your gaze stayed fixed on the flames for a long stretch, watching the orange and gold tongues lick up around the logs, the warmth sinking into your cheeks, your chest, the bare skin of your thighs beneath the blanket—and yet another kind of warmth was building low in your belly, slow and insistent, the kind that had nothing to do with the fire or the stew. the cold hadn’t felt so terrible anymore, not with the solid press of his leg against yours, not with the borrowed flannel hanging loose around your body like a claim.
but your heat—it was late, overdue, stirred up by the sudden safety and the overwhelming presence of him—and it crept through you now in quiet, treacherous waves. unconsciously, your thighs brushed together under the blanket, a subtle shift of weight seeking just a whisper of friction against the growing ache, the slickness gathering warm and hidden between your legs. you thought you’d hidden it well, kept your breathing even, face turned toward the fire to mask the flush rising higher on your cheeks.
but toji noticed.
his spoon paused halfway to his mouth for the briefest second, green eyes flicking sideways, catching the small, restless movement of your legs beneath the blanket, the way your hips had tilted just slightly forward before you stilled again. one dark brow lifted slow, lazy, the corner of his scarred mouth twitching in something too subtle to call a full smirk yet, but he said nothing, simply resumed eating as if he hadn’t catalogued every tiny shift of your body in that single glance.
his gaze drifted again—lazy, unapologetic—starting at your profile, lingering on the delicate curve of your antlers catching the firelight, then lower, to the blanket hiding your thighs, and finally to the open front of the flannel you hadn’t bothered to button properly in your exhaustion. the fabric gaped just enough with every breath you took, offering fleeting glimpses of the soft swell of your breasts, your nipples drawn tight and brushing lightly against the worn inside of the shirt with each inhale, the faint friction sending little sparks straight to the heat pooling between your legs.
he took another slow bite, chewed, swallowed, then spoke, voice low and rough around the edges, drawl lazy as ever. “good?” the single word hung there, ambiguous on purpose, his eyes locked on your nipple before on your eyes now, that brow still arched just slightly, the question clearly aimed at more than just the stew.
you blinked, turning your head to meet his gaze, ears twitching forward at the sound of his voice, cheeks warming further under the intensity of those half-lidded green eyes. for a moment you only nodded, small and quick, lashes fluttering as you tried to gather your thoughts through the haze of heat and leftover cold. then words came, soft and a little breathless. “it’s… really good. warm. you cook well.”
toji’s mouth curved then, a slow, crooked smirk that pulled at the scar on his lip, eyes crinkling faintly at the corners with quiet amusement. he let out a low hum, almost a chuckle, deep in his chest. “yeah… i can cook,” he murmured, the words rolling out lazy and satisfied, holding your gaze a second longer before he scooped another spoonful, never looking away as he brought it to his mouth, tongue catching a stray drop at the corner of his lips.
the bowls emptied slowly, the only sounds the soft scrape of spoons and the steady pop of burning wood. when yours was finally empty, you held it in your lap, fingers tracing the rim absently, thighs pressing together again beneath the blanket in another subtle search for relief. toji reached over without a word, large hand closing around the bowl along with his own, fingers brushing yours deliberately as he took them both. he rose in one fluid motion, muscles shifting under scarred skin as he walked toward the kitchen, bare feet silent on the floorboards, back broad and shadowed in the firelight.
he wasn’t gone long—just long enough for you to hear the clink of ceramic in the sink, water running briefly, the low thud of cabinet doors. when he returned, he moved with that same unhurried grace, stopping in front of the fireplace and dropping to one knee, the jeans stretching tight over his thighs as he crouched. he picked up two fresh logs from the small stack beside the hearth, muscles flexing in his arms and back as he placed them carefully atop the glowing embers, sparks fluttering upward like tiny orange fireflies. the new wood caught quickly, flames licking higher, throwing brighter gold across the room and over his skin.
he glanced over his shoulder at you then, one arm resting on his raised knee, the other braced against the stone hearth, that crooked smirk tugging at his mouth again—knowing, teasing, but still gentle around the edges. “hope you the heat,” he drawled, voice low and rough, eyes glinting dark in the renewed firelight as they held yours for a deliberate beat.
the words landed heavy, laced with something that made your breath catch, a broken little hum escaping your throat before you could stop it. your ears flicked back, then forward again, body shifting restlessly on the couch, thighs pressing tighter together beneath the blanket as another wave of slick warmth pulsed through you. you couldn’t quite meet his gaze after that, eyes dropping to your lap, fingers curling into the fabric of the flannel. (done)
toji lingered there a moment longer, watching the flush climb your neck, the way your chest rose and fell a little faster beneath his shirt, before he pushed to his feet with a soft exhale. he turned fully toward you, hands settling loose on his hips, the fire roaring brighter behind him now, casting his bare torso in sharp relief—broad shoulders, scarred chest, the defined lines of his abdomen disappearing beneath the low waistband of his jeans—his silhouette framed in flickering light and shadow, towering but relaxed, utterly unbothered.
his green eyes, almost black in the low light, stayed fixed on you—on the way the flannel slipped further off one shoulder as you shifted, on the small, restless movements you couldn’t quite hide, on the delicate points of your antlers catching the glow like they were made for it. he didn’t say anything more, just stood there, patient and quiet, the crackle of the fire filling the space between you.
and for the first time in years, toji realized he wouldn’t be spending another christmas eve alone in this house—certainly not with the quiet, no one to share the fire or the silence or the long winter night. especially not with a deer hybrid curled on his couch, late into her heat, wearing his shirt like it belonged to her, looking at him with those wide, needy eyes while the snow kept falling soft and endless outside.
his eyes lingered on you for a long, unhurried moment, the firelight casting shifting shadows across the sharp planes of his face, highlighting the scar that tugged at his lip whenever his mouth curved just slightly, before his gaze drifted upward, slow and deliberate, to the delicate branches of your antlers rising from your hair—not too big, not overwhelming like some hybrids he’d glimpsed from afar in the woods, but not small either, perfectly proportioned, elegant curves catching the golden flicker of the flames like they were strung with invisible christmas lights just for him.
they suited you, framed your face in a way that made you look both fragile and wild, and he tilted his head a fraction, green eyes narrowing lazily as he studied them, then let his stare drop back down to meet yours—you’d already been watching him, wide-eyed and flushed, ears angled forward in quiet anticipation, and the corner of his mouth lifted in that familiar crooked smirk.
“those things heavy?” he asked, voice low and drawling, almost bored, like he was commenting on the weather outside instead of the intimate weight of bone and velvet perched atop your head, his tone laced with that gentle sarcasm that never quite stung. he didn’t move yet, just stood there with hands loose on his hips, bare chest rising and falling slow, the heat from the fire at his back making his skin gleam faintly with sweat.
you shifted again beneath the blanket, thighs pressing together tighter as another pulse of warmth throbbed low in your belly, the slickness there impossible to ignore now, making the fabric of his borrowed flannel cling slightly to your skin where it brushed your inner thighs. your ears twitched back and then forward, a soft little flick of nervousness and need, and you managed a small shake of your head, voice coming out breathy, almost a whisper. “not… not really. they’re light. just… sensitive right now.”
he hummed deep in his chest, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through the small space between you, and you caught the subtle movement of his jaw as he bit the inside of his cheek, eyes darkening further while he watched another shiver ripple through you—not from cold this time, but from the heat that was blooming hotter with every passing second, late-season instincts making your body ache in ways you couldn’t hide. then, without rush, he stepped closer, closing the distance in two lazy strides until he was right in front of the couch, towering but relaxed, and he bent forward slowly, one foot dipping into the cushion beside your hip, the other planted on the floor, caging you in without touching yet.
his face lowered to yours, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting across your cheeks, smell the faint trace of stew and pine smoke and something deeper, masculine, that made your pulse flutter wildly in your throat. he studied you up close like he had all the time in the world—eyes tracing the faint scatter of freckles across the bridge of your nose, the way your lashes trembled when you blinked, the soft shape of your lips parted just slightly on shallow breaths, and especially the deer features blended so seamlessly into your human face: the delicate twitch of your ears, the subtle velvet texture near the base of your antlers, the wide, luminous eyes that gave away every flicker of need. you couldn’t hold his stare for long; your gaze darted from his eyes to his mouth and back again, ears pinning back briefly before flicking forward, body leaning instinctively into the heat radiating from his bare skin.
his smirk deepened, slow and knowing, scar pulling tight as his lips curved wider, and he lifted one large hand—calloused fingers, warm from the fire—until the tips brushed the base of one antler, feather-light at first, tracing the smooth curve with deliberate care. the contact sent a jolt straight through you, velvet-sensitive skin singing under his touch, and a soft, involuntary moan slipped from your throat, quiet but unmistakable, your hips shifting restlessly beneath the blanket as another rush of slick warmth coated your thighs.
toji’s eyes hooded further, voice dropping to a murmur, rough and lazy, laced with that teasing edge that made your stomach flip. “fuck… so sensitive, huh? little deer gettin’ all worked up from just this?” his thumb stroked higher along the antler, slow circles that made your breath hitch, before his fingers drifted lower, grazing the soft fur at the base, then gently, deliberately, brushing the edge of one twitching ear. the sensation was electric—your ears were always tender during heat, but his touch lit them up like christmas bulbs, and another moan escaped, louder this time, needy, your head tilting into his palm without permission.
he let out a low chuckle, breath warm against your cheek as he leaned closer, nose almost brushing yours. “look at you, moanin’ like a sweet little hybrid in heat… bet those pretty antlers are achin’ for more, aren’t they? all velvet and ready, just beggin’ to be touched while you’re burnin’ up inside.” his words were dirty but spoken soft, lazy praise wrapped in gentleness, like he was simply stating facts about the weather. “never thought i’d have a needy deer on my couch come christmas… but here you are, drippin’ slick under my shirt, ears twitchin’ every time i get close. you want me to keep goin’, sweetheart? want me to pet you properly till you’re shakin’?”
his fingers traced your ear again, tugging lightly at the tip, and you whimpered, thighs clenching hard beneath the blanket, the ache between them throbbing in time with your heartbeat. your hands fisted in the flannel at your lap, knuckles pale, body arching just slightly toward him as if pulled by invisible string, and he watched every tiny reaction with half-lidded eyes, smirk never fading, completely unbothered and in control while the fire crackled louder behind him, snow whispering against the windows, the whole world narrowed to the slow, heated space between your bodies on this quiet, forgotten christmas night.
his hand lingered at the base of your antler, thumb stroking the soft inner fur in slow, lazy circles that made your whole body hum with little electric sparks while the fire snapped and hissed behind him, throwing long shadows that danced across the walls like silent christmas ghosts no one else would ever see. he watched you with that half-lidded stare, green eyes dark and patient, the scar on his lip pulling tighter as his smirk deepened just a fraction. “you late in your heat, aren’t you?” he asked again, voice low and lazy, rolling out like smoke, not pushing, just curious in that unbothered way of his, like the answer wouldn’t change a thing either way.
you couldn’t look at him straight on—your gaze dropped to the strong line of his collarbone, then to the flicker of firelight on his chest, cheeks burning hotter than the flames as another wave of slick pulsed between your thighs, warm and shameful and impossible to hide. your ears twitched hard, forward and back in quick, frantic little flutters that brushed his fingers every time, betraying you completely. a soft, helpless sound caught in your throat, half whimper, half breath, and you pressed your thighs together under the blanket again, hips shifting just slightly on the cushion.
toji hummed, long and low, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as his hand slid from your antler to cup your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. “yeah… real late. can feel you shakin’ from it.” his tone stayed gentle, almost amused, sarcasm light as fresh snow. then he tilted his head, eyes dropping to your lap where the blanket hid the restless press of your legs, and his voice dropped rougher. “ever had a human cock inside you before, sweetheart? or do pretty little deer like you only spread for your own kind when the heat hits?”
the question was filthy, blunt, spoken slow and lazy like he was asking about the weather outside, but it punched straight through you—your cunt clenched hard, another thick rush of slick soaking your folds, dripping slow and hot down toward the couch. you couldn’t answer with words; your mouth opened on a silent gasp, ears pinning flat back against your head, body arching forward without permission as your hands clutched at the flannel over your thighs.
he chuckled softly, breath warm against your cheek as he leaned closer, the hand on your jaw sliding down to splay over your throat, feeling the frantic swallow you couldn’t hide. “fuck, you’re gushin’ just thinkin’ about it, huh? can smell how sweet you’re gettin’.” his other hand moved then, lazy and sure, slipping under the edge of the blanket to palm your bare thigh, fingers spreading wide, thumb stroking high on the soft inner skin, inches from where you ached most. “bet those lips are still cold,” he murmured, eyes dropping to your mouth, “been out in the snow too long. lemme fix that.”
he kissed you slow—no rush, no force—just the warm press of his mouth against yours, lips parted so his tongue could slide in lazy and deep, tasting you like he had all christmas night to savor. you moaned into it immediately, soft and needy, hands coming up to grip his bare shoulders, fingers digging into warm muscle as you opened for him. his tongue curled around yours, sucking gently, drawing out every little sound while his hand on your thigh squeezed slow, kneading the flesh, pulling you closer until the blanket fell away completely and you were half-bare in his lap, flannel hanging open.
he pulled back just enough to speak against your wet lips, voice rough and low. “tell me somethin’, darlin’… how do deer like you take it when you’re burnin’ up? out in the woods, ass up against a tree while your buck mounts you fast? or do you like bein’ held down slow, rutted into till you’re cryin’?” his fingers slid higher, brushing the crease where thigh met hip, thumb tracing the slick that had leaked there, gathering it slow like he was curious how wet you could get. “always wondered if hybrid cunt feels different—tighter, hotter, flutterin’ different when you’re in season.”
you whimpered, rocking into his touch without thinking, and he let you, guiding your hips with one big hand until you were climbing fully into his lap, knees sinking into the couch on either side of his thighs, bare cunt pressing down against the hard bulge straining his jeans. the contact drew a broken moan from you both—yours high and desperate, his a low, lazy growl against your neck as he mouthed along your pulse, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver.
“there you go,” he praised, voice husky, both hands sliding under the flannel to cup your ass, squeezing slow, spreading you open so cool air kissed your soaked folds while you ground down instinctively against him. “straddle me just like that, good girl. look at you—my own little christmas deer, antlers all pretty in the firelight, drippin’ slick all over a human’s lap.” his mouth found yours again, kissing deeper this time, tongue fucking slow into your mouth while his hips rolled up once, lazy, letting you feel every thick inch trapped behind denim.
he kept it slow—hands groping lazy and thorough, one sliding up to palm your breast, thumb circling your nipple till it ached, the other kneading your ass in time with the gentle rock of your hips. every kiss was wet, filthy, unhurried, his tongue sliding against yours while he murmured between them, “bet you’d milk a human cock real sweet… wonder if you’d lock around me like you do your bucks, or if you’d just keep takin’ it, beggin’ for more till the heat breaks.” his words were pure pervert curiosity wrapped in low praising, lazy and teasing, drawing more slick from you until it soaked through his jeans, the dark patch spreading warm beneath you on this quiet, fire-warm christmas night where nothing existed but the slow, burning friction and the taste of him on your tongue.
your hands couldn’t stay still any longer, fingers uncurling from the loose grip around his neck to wander slow and curious down the broad expanse of his bare chest, palms spreading over warm, scarred skin that flexed subtly under your touch, tracing the ridges of old marks and the coarse scatter of dark hair that dusted across his pecs.
your thumbs brushed lazily over his nipples—flat and dark, hardening just slightly at the grazing contact—and you felt the low rumble of his hum vibrate against your lips as he watched you with those heavy-lidded green eyes, unbothered, patient, like he had all christmas night to let you explore.
your gaze drifted lower, following the faint line of hair that started just below his sternum, thickening into that tempting happy trail that disappeared beneath the low waistband of his jeans, and you murmured softly, almost to yourself, “hair…” as your fingertips dipped into the soft, wiry strands, playing with them absently, tugging just enough to feel the texture.
toji hummed again, deeper this time, the sound lazy and approving as his hands stayed loose on your ass, squeezing slow in encouragement. “yeah… hair,” he drawled, voice rough and amused, scar pulling at his lip as his smirk widened. “haven’t shaved down there either, sweetheart. hope you like it bushy both places—makes me wonder if a pretty little deer like you prefers it wild.” his tone was gentle sarcasm, filthy curiosity wrapped in praise, eyes flicking down to watch your fingers toy with his trail before meeting yours again.
you flushed harder, ears twitching back in shy embarrassment even as your body pressed closer, slick cunt grinding slow against the hard line of his cock still trapped in denim. “i… i like it,” you whispered, voice breathy and small, nails scraping lightly through the hair now, following it lower until your fingertips brushed the button of his jeans.
he let out a low chuckle, head tilting as that lazy, dangerous smirk sharpened just a touch—not mean, never mean, just knowing. “good girl.” his hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts through the open flannel. “you want me to help you with this heat, darlin’? i can start reallll slow… ease you into it.”
you frowned a little, brows drawing together in genuine confusion, hips still rocking instinctively against him as you searched his face. “slow?” you echoed, voice soft, uncertain—because every heat you’d endured before had been frantic, quick mounts in the woods, over almost before the ache had been scratched, no lingering touches, no real release, just instinct and emptiness after.
toji’s eyes darkened at the confusion flickering across your features—wide eyes, twitching ears, the innocent tilt of your head—and something hot and possessive coiled tighter in his gut at the thought of being the first to show you different. he leaned in closer, nose brushing yours, breath warm against your lips. “yeah… slow like this,” he murmured, voice dropping rough and lazy as one big hand pushed the flannel aside completely, baring your tits to the firelight, nipples already tight and begging like itself calling for toji; suck me, suck me, suck me. he didn’t rush—just lowered his mouth slow, lips parting to close around one peak, tongue flicking lazy and wet before he sucked gentle, drawing it deeper into the heat of his mouth.
you gasped sharp, back arching hard as pleasure shot straight to your cunt, fingers flying to tangle in his dark hair, careful of your antlers as they tilted back with your head. “toji—” his name left you on a broken moan, thighs clenching around his hips while he hummed approval around your nipple, sucking slow and thorough, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver.
his free hand slid lower at the same lazy pace—over the curve of your hip, along the soft skin of your inner thigh, until his fingers finally brushed your soaked folds, parting them gently, gathering the slick that coated everything. “fuck, listen to you,” he murmured against your breast, pulling off with a wet pop to switch to the other nipple, tongue swirling slow circles before sucking again. “so wet already… little pussy weepin’ for attention.” two thick fingers traced your entrance, not pushing in yet, just teasing the rim, spreading your slick up to circle your swollen clit in lazy, feather-light strokes that made your hips jerk but never quite gave enough pressure.
you whimpered, grinding down harder against his hand, chasing more, but he kept the pace maddeningly slow—sucking at your nipple in long, wet pulls, fingers dipping just barely inside you before retreating, thumb brushing your clit in idle circles like he was petting a needy animal. “that’s it,” he praised low, voice muffled against your skin as he laved your breast with his tongue. “take what you need, sweetheart… rock those pretty hips on my fingers. bet no buck ever took his time with you like this, huh? just wanna savor my sweettt christmas deer… make this heat feel real good before i give you anything more.”
every touch was lazy, deliberate, drawing the ache higher without mercy, your slick coating his fingers thicker with every slow circle, dripping down over his wrist while the fire crackled and the snow whispered outside, the whole world reduced to the wet sounds of his mouth on your tits and the filthy, gentle curiosity in his voice as he kept you teetering on the edge without letting you fall.
and the next second, all you feel is how the carpet was rough against your bare back, coarse fibers biting into your skin with every tiny shift of your hips, a harsh contrast to the slick heat building everywhere else, while the fire crackled steady and low behind you, throwing flickering orange light across the room and over your naked body—exposed again, just like when he’d found you curled in the snow, only now flushed hot and trembling for entirely different reasons.
your legs were spread wide, knees bent and fallen open as he pushed it to your chest, thighs quivering as toji knelt between them, broad shoulders forcing you wider, his dark hair tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thighs while his mouth worked slow and thorough on your dripping cunt. he’d taken his time getting you here—lazy kisses turning deeper, hands stripping the flannel away inch by inch until you were bare beneath him, guiding you down onto the rug with that same unbothered strength, murmuring how the fire would keep you warm while he tasted you proper.
now you were a mess—tears streaking hot down your temples into your hair, antlers scraping lightly against the carpet with every arch of your neck, one hand clamped tight around his fingers in a desperate grip while the other tangled in his hair, pulling without meaning to whenever his tongue flicked just right over your swollen clit. soft, broken whimpers spilled from your lips in a constant stream, hips rolling up to meet his mouth even as your thighs shook from the effort of holding still. he ate you like he had nowhere else to be—long, slow licks from your entrance up to your clit, sucking gentle then firm, tongue circling lazy before dipping inside to taste how deep your slick ran, humming low every time your cunt fluttered against his lips.
when he finally pulled back, just enough to breathe, his chin and mouth glistened wet in the firelight, eyes lifting to meet yours with that stupid, lazy grin—scarred lip curled, green eyes dark and half-lidded, utterly pleased with himself. “fuckkkk, sweetheart,” he drawled, voice rough and low, tongue coming out to lick a stray drop of you from the corner of his mouth, “didn’t expect hybrid pussy to taste this sweet—like christmas honey, all warm and ripe just for me. better than any cunt i’ve ever had my mouth on.”
the words hit you hard, filthy and blunt, heat flooding your face even as your cunt clenched around nothing, missing his tongue already. you blinked through the tears, chest heaving, voice small and shaky when you managed, “it’s… it’s good?”
toji chuckled, low and dirty, breath ghosting hot over your soaked folds as he hovered close. “good? darlin’, your little deer cunt’s so fuckin’ delicious i could stay down here till the fire dies out—sweetest present i’ve unwrapped all year.” he pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your clit just to watch you jerk, then reached up with the hand not already laced with yours, gently untangling your fingers from his hair. he guided your trembling hand down, pressing your palm over one breast, curling your fingers so they cupped the soft weight. “ever play with these pretty tits while you’re in heat?” he asked, lazy curiosity thick in his voice, thumb brushing over your knuckles.
you shook your head quick, ears twitching back against the carpet, another tear slipping free as the ache throbbed harder. “no… never,” you whispered, voice cracking on the admission.
he hummed approval, eyes flicking from your face to your hand on your breast. “try it for me, sweetheart. squeeze gentle… yeah, just like that. now roll your nipple between your fingers—slowww, feel how it gets all tight and sensitive.” his mouth lowered again as he spoke, lips sealing soft around your clit, sucking lazy and steady while he watched you obey. your fingers followed his words hesitant at first—pinching lightly, rolling the hard peak, tugging just a little—and the dual sensation punched a loud, broken moan from your throat, back arching off the carpet, thighs clamping around his head.
“there you go,” he praised against your pussy, voice muffled and rough, tongue flicking quick to reward you before he pulled back just enough to speak. “look at you—pinchin’ your own tits while i suck this sweet clit. filthy little deer, learnin’ how good it feels to play with yourself. keep goin’, darlin’… make ‘em ache nice and pretty for me.”
he dove back in fully then, mouth hot and relentless but still slow—long, wet pulls on your clit, tongue lapping broad and lazy through your folds, drinking every fresh gush of slick while your fingers worked your nipple harder under his murmured guidance, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter but never quite snapping, leaving you crying and whimpering and grinding desperately against his face on the rough carpet floor, firelight painting both of you gold on this long, endless christmas night.
the fire had burned lower now, embers glowing deep orange behind you, throwing long, wavering shadows across the rough carpet that scraped your shoulders and back with every helpless arch of your spine, but you barely felt it anymore—every nerve was centered between your thighs where toji’s mouth devoured you like a man breaking a centuries-long fast, like he’d been hibernating in some cold, pussy-starved cave and your slick cunt was the first warm salvation offered to him on this forgotten christmas night.
he groaned deep against your folds, the sound vibrating straight through your clit as his tongue lapped broad and hungry, gathering every drop of your juices mixed with his own spit, swallowing loud enough that you heard it over your own broken whimpers. his big hands pinned your thighs wider, scarred fingers digging gently into the soft flesh to keep you open while he slurped shamelessly, lips sealing around your swollen clit to suck slow and firm, then flick the sensitive bud quick with the tip of his tongue before sucking again, harder, like he couldn’t decide which taste he wanted more.
your body was no longer your own—hips grinding up desperately into his face, chasing the wet heat of his mouth, tears streaking freely down your temples as your moans grew louder, rawer, echoing off the bare wooden walls. “more—please, toji, more,” you gasped out, voice cracking, ears twitching wildly, antlers scraping the carpet as your head thrashed side to side. he obliged instantly, happily, a low, satisfied rumble in his chest as he buried his face deeper, nose nudging your clit while his tongue fucked shallow into your entrance, drinking the fresh flood of slick that poured out at the intrusion, swallowing again and again like your taste was the only thing keeping him alive.
you were close—so close—the coil in your belly wound tighter with every filthy slurp and suck, thighs trembling violently around his head, but he kept you there, never quite pushing you over, just feeding on you until you were sobbing his name.
finally he pulled back with a wet, obscene sound, lips and chin shining slick in the firelight, chest heaving slow as he licked his mouth clean, green eyes dark and feral when they met yours. “fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice rougher than you’d ever heard it, lazy drawl almost gone under the hunger, “could eat this pretty pussy for days and still starve for more.” he rose slowly, deliberately, unfolding his big frame until he towered over you on his feet, one hand dropping to squeeze the thick bulge straining his jeans, palming himself with a low groan as he looked down at your wrecked form—tits heaving, thighs spread wide and glistening, tears on your cheeks, antlers catching the ember glow like some sacred christmas offering.
you pushed up on shaky elbows, unable to look away, biting your lower lip hard enough to leave marks as he reached for his belt. the metal buckle clinked soft and slow—agonizingly slow—each tooth of the leather sliding free sounding louder than the fire in the sudden quiet. he unbuttoned his jeans next, one button, then the zipper dragged down inch by inch, revealing more of that dark, curly bush you’d only glimpsed before, the hair catching the dim light in soft waves, not wild or overgrown, just naturally thick, untamed, framing the base of his cock that was already pressing eagerly against the black fabric of his briefs.
your breath hitched, eyes wide and fixed as he hooked his thumbs into waistband and eased everything lower—just a bit at first, letting the curls spill free, then further, the thick root of his cock coming into view, flushed dark and heavy, veins standing out along the length. he paused there, letting you look, before pulling jeans and briefs down over the hard muscle of his thighs in one slow push. his cock sprang free instantly, slapping up against his abs with a soft thud, long and impossibly thick, the head already flushed deep red and glistening. he wrapped one big hand around it immediately, stroking lazy once, twice, the motion making the dark curls above his dick shift and catch the firelight, not too long, not too short—just dense, natural, perfect.
both of you are bare now, nothing between skin and skin and the crackling heat of the hearth.
toji’s smirk returned, lazy and playful even through the hunger, scar pulling at his lip as he gave himself another slow pump, thumb swiping over the slit to gather the fat bead of precum that welled there. he brought it to his mouth without shame, tongue licking it clean while his eyes stayed locked on yours. “salty,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “wonder if your sweet little deer cunt’ll make me taste sweeter when i finally get inside.”
he tilted his head, stroking himself again, slow and unhurried, letting you see every inch. “so, darlin’… you know if other stupid hybrids pack cocks this big, or you think mine’s small?” the sarcasm was gentle, teasing, eyes glinting with filthy amusement because he knew—he fucking knew—how huge he was, thick enough that your thighs pressed together instinctively even as slick leaked steadily onto the carpet beneath you.
you shook your head quick, ears flicking back then forward, voice barely above a whisper. “n-no… never seen… anything like that.”!
his chuckle was dark, satisfied, hand tightening just a fraction on his shaft. “good answer, sweetheart. keep lookin’ at me like that and this christmas might last all week.” he stepped out of the pooled jeans fully, kicking them aside without care, then dropped back to his knees between your spread thighs, cock heavy and bobbing with the motion, curls brushing his lower abs as he leaned over you again, one hand planted beside your head, the other still lazily stroking himself. “gonna take real good care of this heat,” he promised, voice dropping back to that familiar lazy drawl, “but first… think i need another taste of that honey before i feed you somethin’ thicker.”
he didn’t wait for permission—just lowered his mouth again, slower this time, tongue dragging one long, deliberate stripe up your soaked folds before circling your clit with the flat of it, humming deep at the fresh flood of slick that met him. your back arched off the carpet instantly, a strangled cry tearing free as your hands flew—one to his hair again, the other clutching the rug—while he settled in like a man with all the time in the world, lapping, sucking, swallowing, breaking his fast all over again on the sweetest pussy he’d ever had on christmas night.
those eager minutes stretched into what felt like hours, toji’s mouth relentless on your clit, sucking your soul straight through the swollen bundle of nerves with long, filthy pulls that left you sobbing openly, hips bucking wild against his face, slick pouring out in waves that he swallowed greedily, tongue flicking quick then slow, keeping you teetering on the edge without mercy until your thighs shook so hard they nearly clamped around his head.
when he finally pulled away, it was with a wet, obscene sound, strings of your juices and his spit connecting his lips to your cunt for a second before snapping, and he rose up tall on his knees, chest heaving slow, one hand still wrapped lazy around his thick cock, stroking himself with the same unhurried rhythm while a stray drop of mixed saliva glistened on his chin and fell—slow, deliberate—onto the flushed head of his dick, sliding down the shaft as he spread it with his thumb.
you couldn’t blink, wouldn’t, even though your eyes burned from tears and the heat roaring under your skin, gaze locked on the way his fist moved over that heavy length, curls at the base dark and damp now with everything that had dripped from you. your chest rose and fell fast, antlers scraping the carpet again as you tilted your head back just to breathe, then forward again to watch him, afraid to miss even a second of whatever he’d do next.
toji’s eyes met yours, dark and half-lidded, scar pulling as his mouth curved into that lazy, dangerous grin. “ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked, voice low and rough, almost casual, like he was offering another cup of stew instead of the thick cock in his hand.
you shook your head quick, instinctive, ears flicking back flat against your skull, thighs trembling as another helpless pulse of slick leaked out onto the rug. the word came out small, breathy. “no…”
he chuckled, deep and warm, the sound rolling through his chest as he shifted closer on his knees. “cute,” he murmured, affection and amusement thick in the single word, green eyes glinting in the dying firelight. “real fuckin’ cute, shakin’ your head when your little deer cunt’s cryin’ for it.”
one big hand moved then, sliding under the back of your knee, lifting your leg slow and deliberate until it straightened, then guiding it up and over his broad shoulder, opening you wider, folding you nearly in half beneath him. the stretch burned sweet in your hamstring, cool air kissing your soaked folds as you gasped soft, surprised. “oh…” the sound slipped out like you hadn’t expected the position, hadn’t realized how exposed it would make you feel, cunt spread and fluttering visibly under his gaze.
toji just hummed, unbothered, attention fixed between your legs as he leaned forward slightly, free hand guiding his cock closer. the first slap came sudden—heavy, wet, the thick head smacking directly against your clit with a lewd sound that echoed in the quiet room, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain through you. strings of your slick and his spit stretched between his cock and your pussy, glistening, clinging, before snapping as he drew back for another. your back arched hard off the carpet, a strangled cry tearing free, hips jerking up for more even as tears welled fresh.
“fuck, look how sensitive you are,” he praised, voice rough with want, eyes dark as he watched your cunt clench around nothing. “one little slap and you’re archin’ like that—makes me so goddamn eager to bury myself in this sweet pussy.” he slapped again, slower this time, dragging the weight of his cock through your folds first, coating himself thicker in your juices before tapping your clit sharp enough to make you whimper. “can’t wait to breed you proper, darlin’… fill this ripe little deer cunt till you’re leakin’ me for days. but i promised slow, remember? gotta get you ready first… stretch you out nice before i ruin you for every other buck you ever let near you.”
another slap, then another—lazy rhythm, each one landing wetter, heavier, your slick stringing between his cock and your folds like obscene christmas tinsel, dripping down your ass to pool on the rug. then he changed it—sliding the length of himself through your folds without entering, dragging slow from entrance to clit and back again, bumping the swollen head against your sensitive nub each pass, teasing, edging, torturing you with the promise of being filled while the heat burned hotter in your bones, your lungs, your blood, nesting deep behind your ribs until it felt like the only cure was the thick cock gliding through your wetness but never giving you what you needed.
you whined high and desperate, hips chasing every slide, trying to angle yourself to take him inside, but he held you steady with the leg over his shoulder, grip firm and patient. “toji—please. . .” the plea cracked out of you, raw, tears spilling again as you reached down with trembling fingers, trying to guide him in.
he chuckled low, catching your wrist gentle and pinning it beside your head instead. “not yet, sweetheart. wanna watch you fall apart on just this a little longer… my pretty deer, drippin’ and beggin’ for cock like it’s the only gift you want this year.”
another slow drag through your folds, head nudging your clit hard enough to make you sob, body writhing on the rough carpet while the fire popped and hissed behind you, snow whispering against the windows, the whole world narrowed to the slick, teasing slide of his cock and the lazy, hungry promise in his voice that he’d give you everything—slow, then deep, then ruinous—when he finally decided you were ready.
he stayed there on his knees for what felt like forever, cock dragging slow through your folds again and again, coating himself thicker in your slick until every slide made obscene wet sounds that mingled with the low crackle of the dying fire and your own broken whimpers.
your leg was still hooked high over his shoulder, thigh trembling against his chest, the position keeping you split open and helpless while tears dried salty on your cheeks and fresh ones welled every time the fat head of his cock nudged your clit without mercy.
you were burning alive, heat season roaring through every vein, making your cunt clench desperately around nothing, begging to be filled, bred, soothed, but toji just watched you with that lazy, half-lidded stare, scar pulling at his lip as he teased you to the edge of sanity.
“look at you,” he murmured finally, voice low and rough, almost conversational, as he lined himself up at last, the blunt head pressing gentle against your entrance, parting your folds but not pushing in yet. “pretty little deer cunt flutterin’ like it’s tryin’ to suck me in already. you want this cock bad, don’t you? want it to stuff all that heat right out of you.”
you nodded frantically, ears twitching hard, a choked, “please, toji, pleaseeee,” spilling from your lips as your hips tilted up, trying to take him yourself. he hummed, once again, one big hand splayed over your lower belly to hold you still while the other guided his cock, rubbing the head up and down your slit once, twice, gathering more slick before he finally—finally—pressed forward.
the stretch started slow, agonizingly slow, just the thick tip breaching you, spreading your walls inch by inch as he sank in with deliberate restraint. your breath caught sharp, back arching off the rough carpet, fingers clawing at the fibers while your cunt fluttered and clenched around the intrusion, trying to adjust to the sheer size of him. he was thick, hotter than anything you’d ever felt, and every tiny push forward made you feel impossibly full already, even though he’d barely given you half.
“fuck… that’s it,” he praised, voice dropping rougher, eyes fixed between your legs where his cock disappeared slow into your body. “take me nice and easy, sweetheart. feel how your pretty pussy’s stretchin’ around human cock? never had anything this thick splitting you open before, huh?” he rocked forward another inch, then back, then forward again, shallow little thrusts that fed you more but never rushed, letting you feel every vein, every throb as he worked deeper. “so goddamn tight… like a present i get to unwrap real slow on christmas night.”
you moaned loud, broken, head thrashing side to side, antlers scraping the carpet as your leg over his shoulder tensed, toes curling in the air. the burn was sweet, overwhelming, pleasure and ache blending until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. your free hand reached down blindly, fingers brushing where you were joined, feeling how stretched you were around him, and he groaned low at the sight.
“touch yourself there if you want,” he murmured, lazy encouragement in his tone as he pushed another slow inch inside, bottoming out halfway and holding still to let you breathe. “feel how i’m openin’ you up… gonna ruin this little deer cunt for any buck that ever tries to mount you again.” he pulled back slow, almost all the way out, then slid in again deeper, a smooth, controlled glide that made your walls flutter wildly around him. “but i promised slow, remember? gonna keep that promise till you’re cryin’ for me to breed you harder.”
he set a rhythm then—lazy, deep strokes, never fast, never rough yet, just feeding you his cock inch by thick inch until your cunt was molded to him, slick dripping down your ass with every withdrawal, coating his balls and the dark curls at his base. his hand on your belly pressed gentle, feeling the bulge of himself inside you, and he hummed approval every time you clenched, every time your breath hitched, every time a fresh tear slipped free.
“good girl,” he rasped, leaning down to mouth at your neck, teeth grazing the sweat-slick skin as he rocked in again, deeper this time, almost all the way. “takin’ me so sweet… my perfect deer, all spread out and stuffed full. you feel that? feel how deep i am already?” another slow thrust, bottoming out at last, his hips flush to yours, curls tickling your clit as he held still, letting you adjust to being completely filled for the first time. your cunt spasmed around him, milking instinctively, and he groaned against your throat. “yeah… just like that. keep squeezin’ me, darlin’. we got all night for me to breed this heat right out of you… nice and slow, till you can’t remember anything but my cock.”
he stayed buried deep for a long, breathless moment, hips flush to yours, cock throbbing hot and heavy inside your clenching walls while the fire popped softly behind you, casting flickering gold over both your sweat-slick bodies tangled on the rough carpet. your leg was still draped over his shoulder, thigh pressed to his chest, opening you so completely that every tiny shift of his hips made you feel impossibly fuller, the thick base of him stretching you wide, dark curls tickling your clit with every shallow breath he took. he didn’t move at first—just held there, green eyes locked on yours, scar pulling as his mouth curved lazy, watching the way fresh tears slipped down your temples and your ears twitched helplessly against the rug.
“feel that, sweetheart?” he murmured, voice low and rough, almost conversational even as his cock pulsed inside you. “human cock all the way in your pretty cunt… stretchin’ you open like you were made for it.” he drew back slow then, agonizingly slow, dragging every thick inch out until only the flushed head remained, your walls fluttering desperately to keep him in, slick dripping down your ass in a steady stream. then he slid forward again—smooth, controlled, bottoming out with a wet sound that made you both groan. “ah—fuck, yeah… just like that. take it nice and easy for me.”
he set the pace deliberate, deep rolling thrusts that never hurried, pulling out almost completely before sinking back in to the hilt, letting you feel every ridge and vein as he fed you his cock again and again. your moans spilled out unbroken now, “toji, ohhh. . . please.” high and needy, back arching off the carpet, fingers clawing at his forearms where they braced beside your head. your free leg wrapped around his hip instinctively, heel digging into the hard muscle of his ass to pull him deeper, antlers scraping the rug as your head tilted back, exposing your throat.
he leaned down, mouth finding your neck, sucking lazy marks into the skin while his hips kept that torturous rhythm. “good girl,” he praised against your pulse, tongue flicking out to taste the salt there. “takin’ me so sweet… my little deer finally gettin’ properly bred. you feel how deep i am? right up against your womb, darlin’. gonna make this heat feel real good.”
the slow drag was exquisite torture—every thrust nudging that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids, building the pressure higher but never quite enough to tip you over. your cunt clenched rhythmically around him, milking him on every withdrawal, slick coating his balls and the curls at his base until they were soaked. you could hear it—the wet, filthy sounds of your bodies joining, louder than the fire now, louder than your own ragged breathing.
minutes stretched, or maybe hours; time lost meaning under the steady, claiming roll of his hips. but gradually his control frayed—his breaths grew rougher against your neck, hands gripping your thigh and hip tighter, fingers digging into flesh as his thrusts lost their perfect laziness, deepening, lingering a fraction longer at the bottom before pulling back. “fuck,” he rasped, voice cracking just slightly, “you’re squeezin’ me so goddamn tight… can’t—ah—can’t keep goin’ this slow forever, sweetheart.”
you whimpered in response, nails raking down his back, leaving red trails over scarred skin. “toji, more—please, need—”
he pulled back to look at you, eyes dark and wild now, smirk gone, replaced by raw hunger. “yeah? need more?” he thrust in hard once—sharp, sudden, driving the air from your lungs in a broken cry—“like that?” another hard snap of his hips, grinding deep, curls smashing against your clit. “or harder?”
“yes—ahh—harder—” you sobbed, leg tightening over his shoulder, whole body arching to meet him.
that was all it took.
his restraint snapped like a branch under snow—hips pulling back and slamming forward rougher, faster, the gentle rhythm giving way to deep, punishing strokes that jolted your body up the carpet with every thrust. the wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, loud and obscene, his balls smacking against your ass as he fucked into you without mercy now. “fuck—there weeee go,” he growled, voice low and ragged, one hand sliding under your lower back to tilt your hips higher, changing the angle so he hit even deeper. “been tryin’ to be gentle with my sweet little deer, but you take it so fuckin’ good—ah—makes me wanna ruin this pretty cunt.”
your moans turned into screams—“toji—toji, oh god—” high and desperate, tears streaming freely as pleasure coiled white-hot in your belly, every brutal thrust driving you closer to the edge you’d been teetering on all night. your walls fluttered wildly around him, slick gushing with every withdrawal, soaking both of you.
he leaned down again, mouth crashing against yours in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, tongue fucking into you in time with his cock, swallowing every cry. “that’s it,” he rasped between kisses, hips snapping harder, faster, the carpet burning your back as he drove you up it inch by inch. “scream for me, darlin’… let the whole damn forest know a human’s breedin’ his christmas deer proper. gonna fill you so full—ah—fuck—gonna knot this tight little pussy with my cum till you’re drippin’ for days.”
the pace was relentless now—rough, claiming, perfect—his body covering yours completely, sweat dripping from his chest onto your tits as he fucked you like he’d never get enough, like your cunt was the only thing that could soothe the hunger he’d carried too long. and you took it all, legs locked around him, nails scoring his back, antlers scraping wildly, lost in the brutal, beautiful storm of him finally giving you everything you’d burned for on this long, firelit christmas night.
you never knew a human could fuck like this—pounding into you with such raw, unrelenting force that every thrust sent shockwaves rippling through your body, the carpet beneath you scratching rougher against your sweat-slick back as he drove you higher up the rug with each powerful snap of his hips, but still taking his time in a way that stretched the pleasure out like taffy, savoring every clench of your walls around his thick cock, every desperate flutter that begged him to go deeper, harder, unlike the hurried, instinctual ruts you’d endured before, all quick and mechanical like transactions in the wild where the heat was scratched but never truly quenched, leaving you empty and aching afterward.
with toji, it was worlds apart—his cock dragging out slow on the retreat, veins pulsing hot against your sensitive inner walls, only to slam back in with a brutal depth that nudged right up against your cervix, making your belly bulge faintly under the press of his body, and the pleasure swelled so intensely.
so overwhelmingly, that you couldn’t stop the strange, guttural sounds bubbling up from your throat, high-pitched keens that shattered into animalistic whimpers you didn’t recognize as your own. “toji—ahh—fuck, i can’t—nngh. . .” your eyes rolling back deep into your skull until the world blurred into a hazy white void where you swore you could see the sparking edges of your own brain firing off in overload, mixed with exploding stars that danced like christmas lights strung across the night sky, bright and blinding.
it felt good—so fucking good—that even through the tears streaking hot down your cheeks and the burn in your folded limbs, a delirious, lopsided smile tugged at your lips, cheeks flushed and glowing in the dim firelight, your antlers catching the orange flickers as they tilted with every jolt of your head, body surrendering completely to the rhythm he set, thighs quivering around his waist while your tail flicked erratically against the rug.
your hands reached out blindly again, fingers trembling and desperate for more contact, more of his warm, scarred skin to ground you amid the storm of sensation, brushing over his flexing abs, his broad chest, anything to feel the solid heat of him beyond the overwhelming fullness stretching your cunt to its limits.
toji cooed low and teasing above you, the sound vibrating through his chest as it pressed closer to yours, green eyes half-lidded and gleaming with lazy amusement even as his hips never faltered in their rough, claiming pace. “aww, sweetheart, gettin’ all sensitive and sentimental on me now?” he drawled, voice unbothered and rough around the edges, laced with that gentle sarcasm that made your heart stutter even as his cock pistoned deeper, folding you in half more with the weight of his body leaning down.
he pulled his large hand away from where it had been splayed possessively over your stomach, feeling the bulge of himself inside you, and instead captured one of your seeking hands in his, lacing your smaller fingers through his thick ones with a firm squeeze, while your other hand, already near his mouth from your frantic reaching, brushed his scarred lips.
he turned his head slightly, pressing a warm, open-mouthed kiss to your palm, his breath hot and ragged against your skin as he muffled a low groan into it. “fuck, yeah... that’s my good little deer, holdin’ on tight while i stuff this pretty cunt full.” the praise rolled out lazy and filthy, his tongue flicking out to trace the lines of your palm before he sucked gently at the base of your thumb, eyes locked on yours through the haze.
those praises, even drenched in his dirty drawl, twisted something deep inside you—igniting fresh sparks that made your walls clamp down harder around his thrusting cock, slick gushing out in thick waves that coated his balls and the dark curls at his base, turning every rough plunge into a wet, obscene symphony of skin slapping skin, louder than the dying crackle of the fire casting long shadows over your tangled forms.
toji gave your palm more lingering kisses, slow and deliberate, lips dragging soft and wet across the sensitive skin before trailing lower to your wrist, nipping gently at the thin flesh there where your pulse thundered under his mouth, humming approval at the frantic beat as if it were music to him. “so damn responsive,” he murmured against your inner arm, voice muffled but husky, hips snapping forward harder now, the angle making his cock grind deep against that spongy spot inside you that pulled another shattered moan from your lips, “toji—oh. . . deeper, please.” your free hand fisting tighter in his sweat-damp hair, nails scraping his scalp as you tugged, urging him on.
he continued the path without rush, kisses turning to lazy sucks along the curve of your arm, teeth grazing just enough to leave faint red marks blooming on your flushed skin as he reached the bare, sweat-slick slope of your shoulder, nuzzling there briefly before biting down soft and possessive, soothing the sting immediately with his tongue.
“hate christmas, y’know,” he rasped against your collarbone, voice dropping lower as his mouth dipped further, lips brushing the swell of one breast, “all that fake cheer and bullshit lights... but fuck, your sweet deer pussy’s makin’ it enjoyable for once—warm and tight like the best damn present i could unwrap.” the words were pure filth, wrapped in lazy praise that made your toes curl, body arching higher into him as he finally sealed his mouth hot and wet around your nipple, sucking hard with a flick of his tongue that sent lightning straight to your clit.
your eyes squeezed shut tight, lashes clumping with fresh tears of overwhelm, the world narrowing to the brutal snap of his hips driving his cock impossibly deeper, the wet heat of his mouth on your tit, and the solid grip of his hand still laced with yours, grounding you even as pleasure threatened to shatter you completely.
your free hand stayed buried in his hair, fingers tangling and tugging harder every time he thrust in rough, the head of his cock nudging so deep you felt it press against your lower belly from inside, a faint bulge that made your breath hitch. “toji—i feel it—ahh—there, right there.” earning a low, guttural groan from him muffled against your breast as he sucked harder, teeth grazing the peaked nipple before soothing with his tongue.
“yeah? feel me rearrangin’ your guts, darlin’?” he pulled off with a wet pop, eyes flicking up to watch your face contort in bliss, smirk curling lazy even as sweat dripped from his brow. “that's my filthy hybrid—tuggin’ my hair like that baby, milkin’ this cock so good... gonna make me spill every drop in this ripe little cunt, breed you till you’re glowin’ like a damn tree.” his hips pounded faster then, rougher, the praise spilling endless as he chased the edge with you, bodies slick and trembling on the fire-warmed rug, the christmas night stretching infinite in the haze of heat and need.
toji pulled away from your tits with a slow, deliberate drag of his tongue over the swollen nipple, leaving it glistening wet and aching in the cool air that whispered through the room from the snow-sealed windows, his green eyes lifting lazy to meet yours—pure bliss etched across your flushed face, lips parted in that delirious smile, tears clinging to your lashes like dew on pine needles, antlers tilted back against the rug as your body trembled beneath him, every muscle taut and quivering from the relentless pound of his hips.
he held still for a breath, cock buried deep to the hilt, grinding slow against your fluttering walls just to watch the way your expression shattered further, then smirked that crooked, scarred pull of his mouth, voice dropping low and rough even as he rolled his hips once, hard, nudging that bulge in your belly again. “you glad you got separated from the others, sweetheart?” he drawled, unbothered and lazy, thumb brushing over your knuckles in the hand still laced with his, like he was commenting on the weather while his cock throbbed hot inside you.
“cause i’m sure as hell glad i decided to head into those woods earlier—fuck, if i hadn’t, i’d be missin’ out on this sweet cunt for the rest of my life... feels like i’d lose ten years just thinkin’ about it, leavin’ my deer all alone and unfucked.”
you couldn’t even form words—your mouth opened on a helpless whimper, tongue heavy and mind fogged, the pleasure coiling so tight in your belly that all that came out was blabbering nonsense. “toji—ahh, can’t—nngh—close, so close.” body arching high off the rug, thighs clamping around his waist like a vice, slick walls pulsing wildly around his cock as the edge rushed up fast, heat season burning through every nerve until you were nothing but sensation.
tears spilling fresh down your temples, ears twitching back flat against your skull in desperate surrender. the smile on your lips widened, broken and euphoric, as your free hand tugged harder in his hair, nails scraping his scalp, urging him deeper even though he was already splitting you open so completely, the wet slap of his balls against your ass echoing filthy in the firelit room.
he chuckled low, the sound rumbling against your skin as he leaned closer, folding you even tighter beneath him, your leg over his shoulder pressing your knee to your chest, opening you impossibly wider for the brutal thrusts that followed—harder now, rougher, hips slamming forward with a force that jolted your whole body, cock dragging out to the tip before pounding back in, chasing that clench he felt building in your cunt.
“yeah? can’t talk, huh? too busy cummin’ on my cock like a good little deer?” he teased, voice husky and sarcastic-gentle, eyes locked on your rolling ones as he fucked you through it, the pace turning punishing, every thrust grinding his dark curls against your clit, sending sparks exploding behind your eyelids. “come on, baby—let go for me, soak this cock with your cum... fuck, that’s it—ahh—squeeze me just like that."
the coil snapped then—white-hot and shattering—your back bowing off the carpet in a sharp arch, antlers scraping deep grooves into the fibers as a scream tore from your throat, “toji—fuck, fuck, fuckkkk. . . cumming, ahh god—” cunt clamping down like a trap around his pistoning cock, walls spasming wildly, slick gushing out in hot waves that soaked his balls and dripped down onto the rug beneath you, pleasure crashing through your body in endless, trembling pulses that left you sobbing, smiling, shaking as he fucked you harder through it, not slowing, hips slamming rough and deep to prolong every flutter.
your hand in his hair pulled tight, the other squeezing his fingers white-knuckled, body convulsing beneath him as the orgasm ripped you apart, stars bursting brighter behind your closed lids, the heat finally breaking in a flood of bliss that made your toes curl and your tail flick frantic against his thigh.
toji groaned low and ragged, feeling your cunt milk him mercilessly, his own control fraying at the edges as he chased his climax right on the heels of yours—thrusts turning erratic, harder, pounding into your oversensitive walls without mercy, the wet sounds obscene and echoing as slick squelched between your bodies.
“fuck—gonna breed you now, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice breaking rough against your ear as he leaned down fully, crushing you under his weight, mouth brushing your neck in hot, open-mouthed kisses. “hope you’re ready to get knocked up by a human on christmas—gonna fill this ripe deer pussy so full of my cum you’ll be leakin’ for days... ahh—take it, deer, every drop.”
the thought hit you like another wave—pregnant by him, belly swelling with his seed, the image filthy and intoxicating in your heat-addled mind—and your spent cunt clenched tighter around him, gripping his cock like it never wanted to let go, milking him deeper as fresh slick pulsed out. he cursed in bliss, hips stuttering once, twice.
“shit—yeah, you like that? like gettin’ bred by me?” before slamming in one last time, burying deep as he spilled hot and thick inside you, cock throbbing with every heavy spurt, flooding your walls until it leaked out around his base, mixing with your slick in a warm, sticky mess that dripped down your ass. he groaned long and low against your shoulder.
“fuck—yesss—my good little deer, takin’ it all like a christmas miracle,” he groan, hips grinding slow circles to push his cum deeper, riding out the aftershocks while you whimpered beneath him, sensitive and full, body still trembling in the glow of release, the fire crackling softly as the christmas night wrapped around you both in exhausted, sated warmth.
he stayed buried deep inside you for what felt like an eternity after the last thick spurt of his cum flooded your walls, hips grinding slow, lazy circles that pushed his seed deeper, mixing with your slick until it leaked out in warm, sticky rivulets around his base, dripping down your ass to pool on the rug beneath you in a filthy testament to how thoroughly he’d bred you.
his chest heaved against yours, sweat-slick skin sticking and sliding as he caught his breath, forehead pressed to your shoulder, dark hair damp and falling over his scarred face while the fire crackled lower now, embers glowing soft orange across the room, casting long, wavering shadows that danced over your tangled limbs and the faint bulge still visible in your lower belly where he filled you so completely.
your body trembled in the aftershocks, cunt fluttering weakly around his softening cock, milking the last drops from him as oversensitivity made every tiny shift send sparks skittering up your spine, thighs quivering uncontrollably around his waist, leg still hooked loosely over his shoulder even as your muscles screamed from being folded so long.
tears dried sticky on your cheeks, but that delirious smile lingered on your lips, soft and sated, ears twitching faint against the rug, antlers tilted at an exhausted angle while your fingers stayed tangled loosely in his hair, the other hand still laced with his, palms slick with sweat.
toji lifted his head slow, green eyes half-lidded and dark with satisfaction, scar pulling as his mouth curved into that familiar lazy smirk, voice coming out rough and low, unbothered even after everything. “fuck, sweetheart... look at you,” he murmured, thumb brushing slow over your knuckles in the hand he held, hips giving one last shallow grind that pulled a weak whimper from your throat, “nngh—toji.” your walls clenching instinctively around him again.
he hummed approval, leaning down to press a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your swollen lips, tongue flicking lazy to taste the salt of your tears and the lingering sweetness of your moans. “all bred and glowin’ like a proper deer... hate the holiday, y’know—too much fake bullshit and glitter—but damn if your hybrid cunt didn’t just make it my favorite one yet. warm, tight, milkin’ me dry like you were waitin’ your whole heat for a me to stuff you full.”
you could only whimper in response, body too spent for words, a soft, broken “ahh...” slipping out as he shifted slightly, cock still half-hard inside you, stirring the mess he'd made. your free hand slid from his hair to trace lazy down his scarred back, fingers brushing the sweat there, feeling the way his muscles flexed under your touch even in exhaustion.
he chuckled low against your mouth, pulling back just enough to look at you again, eyes tracing the flush on your cheeks, the way your chest rose and fell in shallow pants, nipples still peaked and glistening from his earlier attention. “can’t even talk, huh? too full of my cum to think straight?” his tone was gentle sarcasm, teasing without bite.
he finally eased out slow—agonizingly slow—the thick drag of his cock pulling free with a wet sound that made you both groan, his seed immediately leaking out in thick globs, coating your folds and dripping down to the rug. he watched it with dark fascination, thumb reaching down to swipe through the mess, spreading it lazy over your swollen clit just to feel you jerk weakly, “toji—sensitive. . .” your hips twitching away even as your body arched for more.
“yeah, i know,” he drawled, unbothered, bringing that thumb to his mouth to lick clean, eyes locked on yours as he tasted the mix of you both. “but look at this pretty mess... my deer all bred and leakin’. gonna keep you like this all night, darlin’—plugged full, warm by the fire. maybe round two when you stop shakin’.”
he shifted then, rolling to his side but pulling you with him, keeping your bodies tangled, your leg draped over his hip as he tucked you against his chest, one big hand splaying possessive over your lower belly where his cum still filled you deep. “best damn present i never asked for,” he muttered against your hair, lips brushing the base of one antler in a soft, unexpected kiss, voice dropping lazy and content. “merry fuckin’ christmas to me.”
9th day of ficmas! featuring older bf!toji... who will kiss anything under the mistletoe
18+ mdni - cunnilingus, praise, established relationship, implied age gap
"toji, look." you're grinning, the hem of your shirt in your hands as you lift it up to show him your stomach.
green eyes trail over you slowly, appreciatively, as your boyfriend nurses the drink in his hand. they linger on the glinting metal embedded in your belly button before flitting up to your face, "you've had that for a while now, haven't you?"
it's true. you got the piercing months ago, he'd never forget that. the way you practically pranced into the bedroom after you got it done, showing it off to him much like the way you are now. he's sure you remember that too considering how fast he was to have you pinned beneath him.
his friends would give him shit sometimes for dating someone younger. said you'd be too immature, or in a much too different time in your life— that it wouldn't work out. not to say those aren't valid concerns that he hadn't thought about, but it worked between you two.
and the added bonus was things like this. the days where you'd come home after doing something impulsive because you just felt like it, didn't have to think too hard about everything. and fuck, you looked good. each new piercing or tattoo, each new change to your hair or lingerie set that you definitely paid for with his card— he'd never get tired of it.
you roll your eyes and scoff at him, "well yeah, but the jewelry is different."
toji sighs, rolling his eyes right back at you. "you're standin' all the way across the room, doll. i can't fuckin' see somethin' that small from over here."
you're already pouting when he turns in his seat to face you, setting his drink on the table and letting his knees fall apart. muscled legs spread as he reaches a hand out towards you. "c'mere, show me what you bought."
you perk up instantly, making your way to him. the minute you're within reach, calloused hands wrap around your waist, tugging until you're standing between his thighs. the heat from his touch still brings goosebumps to your skin, your breath hitching slightly when his fingers dig into your hips.
and now, he sees it. the new dangling jewelry that you got, small green and white gems forming the shape of a plant. "'s cute, baby."
"i know, but don't you know what it is?" you cock your head, looking down at him.
toji's rubbing his thumb gently along your hip, a low rumble sounding from his throat as he hums in contemplation. "tell me."
"it's mistletoe," you explain, suppressing a smile at the way his eyes fly up to meet yours, a single brow raised. "thought it was fitting for the holidays."
"yeah? that the only reason you bought it?" toji muses, pulling you ever so slightly closer to him. you can feel his breath fanning gently across your stomach, your thighs shifting together as heat pools between them. "could've just asked, y'know... didn't need to spend my money to get me to eat your pussy."
"toji!" you squeal, swatting at one of his hands. always so vulgar with his words, and the straightforwardness has your cheeks burning, your eyes averting as he chuckles lightly. so embarrassed by him like he isn't completely right about the reason why you bought the belly ring in the first place.
but he doesn't tease you any further, and for that you're grateful. within minutes he's stripped you and swapped your position with him, throwing you into his chair and sinking down to his knees between your legs. he manhandles you how he pleases, throwing each calf over his shoulders and tugging your hips until they're at the edge of the seat.
you're already dripping. pretty pussy lips coated in slick and glistening like the metal above them, he leans in close, inhaling deeply. your legs shoot together instinctively, plush thighs squeezing tight around his head but you can't close them completely. can't stop toji from getting what he wants— the smell, the sight, the taste of you, he's been addicted for far too long.
tongue lolling out, he licks a long slow stripe between your folds, the slippery muscle flicking at your clit along the way. your hips jerk at the feeling, silently spurring him on and he's quick to dive in.
his tongue prods at your entrance, rolling and pressing experimentally before pushing past the resistance and dipping into your heat. he can feel the way your cunt tightens around him, pulsing at the stimulation, no doubt craving the feeling of being stuffed full.
toji's cock rests uncomfortably in his jeans, the stiffening length throbbing almost painfully each time another sweet moan falls from your glossy lips when his nose nudges against your clit.
his hands hold your thighs in an unrelenting grip, keeping them squished around his head like he's trying to suffocate himself between them.
"pussy always so sweet," he groans, mouth moving against your sex.
you roll your hips against him, a small hand threading through his grey and black tresses, tugging him back onto you.
"more— 'ji please-" you're whining, trying to chase your release despite the fact that you both know he's got more control over it than you do in this moment.
and as if he's trying to remind you of that he pulls away, wincing slightly at the pain radiating from his scalp when you don't let go of him. "greedy lil' thing," he mutters, a hand coming down to your pussy. his fingers run between your folds, gathering your slick before drifting up towards your clit, rubbing small circles over the sensitive bud.
"o-oh fuck- right there— please, please-"
"begging already?" toji laughs, low and mean at your desperation. making fun of you despite the fact that it's taking every ounce of his strength to stop himself from tugging off his pants and burying his achingly hard cock into your cunt. his fingers slow, the languid pace and feather-light pressure enough to keep you squirming but too little to drive you near that peak. "please what? tell me what you're begging for, dollface."
your brows furrow in frustration, glassy eyes gazing down at him in a way that almost makes him break. "please make me cum— i need it," you mewl, rolling your hips once more, trying to urge him to come back to you.
"that's a good girl." toji groans against you, the vibrations making you shudder in his grasp before he returns to your pussy.
he's eating you out like a man starved, like it's the only thing he's been craving for the last year and that honestly might be true. his face buried in your cunt, your arousal coats his face, slippery and wet around his lips.
his mouth replaces his hand, latching onto your clit and sucking gently, tongue flicking at it as two thick fingers plunge into your heat. pumping in and out rhythmically, in sync with his mouth, his fingers curl inside you, prodding at that sweet spot along your gummy walls.
each movement takes you higher, turns your breathing ragged and draws a sheen of sweat to your forehead as you writhe above him. and he doesn't stop.
doesn't stop when you're crying out his name like a prayer, nor when you're tugging on his raven locks so strongly he swears you're ripping them out. he doesn't stop when your back is arching off the chair as you keen, eyes screwed shut and body convulsing against him as you gush onto his face.
he doesn't stop as he drinks up every last saccharine drop of you until you're whimpering, shivering in the aftershock of your orgasm, so pleasantly overstimulated and wanting more of him.
toji doesn't stop until he physically cannot wait any longer. until he has to pull himself away with an obscene suction sound, tongue swiping at the juices on his lips as his hands fumble with the zipper on his jeans, muttering to himself about how he 'needs to feel that tight little cunt wrapped around him'.
safe to say you got exactly what you hoped for after your tiny shopping spree.
we've only got a few presents left! you can find the whole gift list here :p
ty pip for beta reading!
every time I log onto tumblr dot com and see a reblog about Toji via you………..I think that man has released me and you continue to prove me WRONG
THIS IS KILLING MEEEE these toji shackles are heavy 😔 okay but seriously im obsessed with him and im soooo happy you are too bc i’ve needed someone to let it out too ALSO IVE MISSED YOU HELLO??? it’s been so long 🩷🩷
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