"who the fuck-..." toji and gojo | Part One
★ desc: a seductive gojo comes onto you at work, peppering upon your neck hickies, how can you possibly hide them from toji... especially since they're the first thing he sees as you walk into the door... "who gave you those fucking marks??" now... you have to answer
★ tags: feral toji, domesticated toji, bathroom sex, guilty conscious, comfort, pussy eating, unfinished sex bc part one, possessive, cheating, pussy nomming, sex as reclaiming, PART ONEEEEE
Gojo requested that you join him in the afternoon to brief a company meeting. This request of his wasn't out of the ordinary… A meeting, a brief, smiling to appease the shareholders, this little act was simply routine.
With a hum to warm up your voice, and a umph in your step, you strutted down the long hallway, stopping before the conference room door. Exhaling deeply, one last time, your hand lands on the doorknob. But something doesn't feel right; it's deathly quiet, no footsteps, no papers shuffling, or any chatter.
Pressing on despite uncertainty, you enter Gojo's office… and soon come to realize it is just you, him, and the quiet hum of fluorescent lights illuminating a sultry intent. Like a deer caught in the headlights, you remain still, the hair on your neck standing up. Gojo wastes no time, using this opportunity to encircle you, unhurried in his saunter, as he analyses your every stir.
"Hmm?… The floor, the walls, the desk… I see you're looking everywhere… Except directly into my eyes."
His imposing stature halted before you, leaving no space for distance. Those piercing blue eyes continued to drink you in…
"What's the reason for your unease?"
He bends at the hip to become level with your gaze- a braggish curl forming in the corner of his mouth.
Tension was evident in the air, considering he could barely conceal the drop in his gaze to your trembling lips. In this moment, your mind desperately clung to your commitment to Toji…
But all was lost as Gojo upturned your chin with a finger, his lips ghosting over yours, threatening a kiss in the silent retreat of his office.
"I shouldn't… We can't-."
Faint cracks of your brittle voice piqued Gojo's taunting. The troubling thoughts of secrecy were overwhelming; a warning came to mind:
"Maybe we should stop while we're ahead."
Abruptly, you turn away, breaking the gaze.
"Uhnt, uhnt, uhnt…"
Disapproval was present in the click of Gojo's tongue as he observed your averseness, keeping watch on the pulse of your bare neck as it thrummed for a touch it shouldn't want.
"Tell me… Does the guilt make your desire burn a little hotter?… Or-"
His breath featherily caresses your neck…
"-Does this?"
In an instant, your hands are braced upon his chest, a whimper escaping as you wince in pain. His teeth firmly plunged into your delicate skin, as his hands crept up your spine, pulling your body close against his.
The bud of secrecy has finally blossomed.
Before you can fathom what has happened, tears flee from your eyes. What would your beloved Toji think, seeing his lover succumb to the temptations of the flesh?
This question was soon to be answered.
Returning home from work, with footsteps light and careful through the door, you immediately hurry to the bathroom, hands covering your neck.
Air suddenly absent in your lungs, with weary knees, the ruinous mess Gojo painted staring back at you from within the mirror. Heat settled upon your distraught face, and your eyes were loaded with guilt.
"One, two, three… four… f-…five…"
Your knuckles were a bloodless white as they gripped the sink. Disbelief plagued your mind as your eyes skimmed over the five violent blossoms of Gojo's advances upon your throat. The warmth of his mouth, the piercing prod of his teeth, and the slickness of the saliva on his tongue soothing the sting of his claim… the feeling has yet to dilute.
"Whaaaaaat~… I'm just giving Toji a reason to hold on a little bit tighter."
Gojo's airy voice ricochets in your mind, a crude pulsation now between your tightly closed thighs.
Deafening was the swing of the door as its shriek cut through the silence. Toji's presence bled into the room, and from your lips bled an admission of sin.
"Toji…"
You started, but as his rough hands found their way to your neck, what would've followed after was stifled. In a slow abrasive manner his thumb swept firmly against each lovebite, as if trying to deny their reality off your skin. Eyes tightly shut with a body that tucked into itself, you braced for what he might say, what he might do, the static drowning out all your senses.
But then… that static broke, and the harsh pressure of his grasp lessened.
"… Are you… okay?"
Toji's voice was low and hesitant, dressed in a softness that was unlike his usual nature.
"It was Gojo- he just- and then when it happened I-… I was too weak-"
Out of breath, you forced yourself to meet his gaze…
His steady eyes saw right through the ruinous mess that stood before him. Then it finally crumbled out of you.
"I'm… sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?…"
Toji eclipsed you, leading you back against the sink as his sheer mass approached you. As he leaned in closely, caging you in as he gripped the sink, as you had.
"It's not you I'm upset with."
His voice was a low rumble that you could feel as the air carried its vibration.
"And it's not you who is going to answer for that bastard's actions."
His words settled, heavy and absolute.
Absolved of your guilt, what blossomed in its absence was a heat that had nothing to do with Gojo and everything to do with Toji, a feeling that made your skin ache for his touch.
"Now… let me cleanse you of his desecration."
Toji's gaze dropped to the marks upon your throat, a knowing smile, lips pressed gently against yours, assertive, hot, and reclaiming. His hands worked at your blouse, and as each button came undone, the kiss itself deepened and unraveled any shroud of restraint.
"That bastard had no right…"
A rasp in his voice as he pressed his forehead to yours, catching his breath as the heat mingled between you two.
With a step back, just enough to remove his shirt, Toji unsheathed the muscles beneath, which were coiled with anticipation.
"Toji-"
That was all you could get out of your pretty little mouth, as he sank to his knees.
This display before you wasn't one of submission, but a predatory descent. Hands anchored to your kneecaps, parting your legs with a firm pressure.
Upon leaning in, the aroma of your scent was caught, and he intended to drown in it. With a watering mouth and pupils blown wide open, Toji tore away at your fabric, absolute finality in a quiet room.
"I'm going to find every place he thought he touched-"
His touch became heavier.
"-And I'm going to make it mine again."
His hands remained anchored to your knees, his breath hot against the tender velvet bloom before him, sopping wet, and delectable.
"Every… last… bit."
He rumbled against your skin, the vibration zapping away your resolve as his lips wrapped around your clit.
"t-toji~! s-so sudden-SUDDEN~!!"
Your head rolling back as you close your eyes tightly, fingers tangling in the tufts of his hair as he laps up the nectar of your shame, arousal, and neediness. Tongue lashing with utter heat and a feverish voracity.
Watching through the haze, you bear witness to the mess he beckoned, a thread of your undoing trailing down his chin.
He didn't stop. His arms swept beneath your legs, hoisting them upon his shoulder with a grunt of effort as they draped upon his broad shoulders. Using the vantage of his hands beneath you, he tilted you upwards, burying his face further.
Exactly… where he wanted to be.
A loose heel hits the ground, and the other hangs by a toe. You pull Toji in closer with your thighs, seeking to be consumed entirely.
You cried out, stripped of any dignity as your hips thrashed against his face in a rhythmic, desperate plea, you came closer to an ache that soon would reach its climax.
But, before you could shatter… Toji pulled away.
His ragged breath remained a heat upon your pussy, a simmering promise of a score still to be settled.
"N-no… why? Why did you stop?!"
Your lips were slick, trembling with pure want.
Toji remained still, looking up, his gaze holding yours in a smoldering vice that pinned your attention.
"Let me… make this formality… final."
A heavy throbbing pressed against his trousers as he muttered.
That heat upon your cheeks from before just got even hotter.
You cry out, void of any dignity as you tug upon his hair, hips thrashing against him rhythmically… the satiation of your ache has been reached, you're soon to release until he pulls away. His breath ragged against your pussy with a heat that left a score to be settled.
"N-no-… why'd you stop- why?"
Your lips slick with saliva, tremble with pure want.
"Let me… make this… formality, final."
Toji utters as his gaze holds yours in a vice, his words an anchor, heavy and absolute.
The silence that followed was thick, like the heavy throb that strained eagerly against his trousers. It was an unyielding sight that made the reality of his finality hit…
All. At. Once.
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/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ sty1 :3 but... uhmmm st4y tun3d for p4rt 2 wh3n i finally wr1t3 et *it... (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)(ㅅ´ ˘ `) and erm... if there r any mistaekz it's bcuz i didn't pr00f read. :3
