"nobody in the world, nobody in history, has ever gotten their freedom by appealing to the moral sense of the people who were oppressing them" Assata Shakur
★ note ★ to the anon that requested this a while back, ilyy. also, idk where i went w this but i js ran w it lmao, k bye 🏃🏽♀️
“This you, ain‘t it?” Toji grumbles in a rough voice, and he stands directly outside your apartment complex. You stared at him in sheer confusion, your eyes glancing over at the long crumbled up beige-like wanted poster that had a photograph of your face along with bold black letters that read ‘DEAD OR ALIVE’ including the hefty amount that was way over one hundred grand. You gawked up at the tall well built man that stared right back at you with stoic bored eyes, wearing nothing but a tight fitted black t-shirt with loose sweatpants, a obsidian colored holster attached to his hip before he narrows his eyes. “I‘m talking to you, little girl. I expect an answer, you know.”
“Yeah.. that‘s me..” You mumbled finally, and it was safe to assume this guy, who you‘d later learn to be his name— Toji Fushiguro was an assassin. Here to eliminate you. You felt your heart race a little once Toji closed your door, and he stares around your house. As if he all of a sudden owned your place, the black soles of his shoes clanked on the wooden floor repeatedly as he looked around before turning back towards you— an eyebrow of yours slightly furrowed as you managed to speak again. “So… are you gonna like kill me now?” and then your eyes glance briefly near the right side of his chest where it revealed his name— “ . . .Toji?”
Toji steps all the way towards you, his hands ultimately buried into his pockets and you suddenly grow nervous from the haughty condensing stare he‘s giving you— your eyes focused towards the scar near his mouth, before back up at his face, long black strands of hair that blocked and occluding his vision — giving him a much more intimidating menacing façade. “Actually,” he mutters, attentively staring down at you. Before you realized it, Toji already had your back pressed up against the wall. “I was going to, but the thing is Y/N,” he spoke in a gruff voice, a low chuckle leaving his lips once he spots you start to avoid eye contact. The way he rolled your name off in such a way that had no right to sound so dirty was almost enough to make your knees buckle. “Killing you would be a waste. I‘d rather not do such a thing to such a pretty girl.”
Your face grew hot suddenly— scorching as you stared up at him with a cute perplexed look, your eyebrows slightly raising before all you stammer out was a, “But—” and he‘s giving you his full uninvited attention, only making matters worse. You didn‘t even know why you had a bounty on your head, the whole situation confused you nonetheless— but sure enough you felt yourself starting to throb. “But isn‘t the— my reward like over one hundred thousand..? That‘s a lot of money to just not—”
“I heard you, you know.” He abruptly cuts you off.
“Huh?” You furrowed your eyebrows.
Toji lets off a sardonic annoyed scoff, staring straight down at you before narrowing his jaded viridescent eyes. “Huh, nothing. You heard what I said brat,” and he lowers his head just down towards your height — teasing you fully, the strong manly yet sweet scent of cologne practically dizzy before Toji stares at your lips, then back up at you, “Before I came in, I heard you,” and he purposely emphasized his words, his voice going more low by the second as you blankly stared at him before you stared at him stupidly, knowing what he meant. “Heard you playing with yourself, doll. Think you forgot how thin your little walls are,” and then Toji tilts his head with a raspy chuckle at your now embarrassed expression before clicking his tone sardonically. “But I do have a job to do so,” and then he grabs your chin to make you stare up at him. “Let‘s get this thing over with, huh?”
You stare at Toji and he‘s slyly smiling at you once you make eye contact with him before muttering an cute apprehensive, “I wasn‘t— playing with myself!”
“Then explain,” Toji grumbles, before he lightly grabs your wrist, holding it up next to your face swiftly and his grip wasn’t too tight but firm. His voice was gruff and of sheer malice before he raised a brow, growing more and more amused. “ . . . Why are your fingers are all soaking wet? The sweet aroma too. Hmpf. I bet you don‘t even know how to please yourself. What a shame.”
You glared at Toji and he chuckles once you snatch your hand away— and even though you‘ve never met the man before, you‘ve heard a lot about him and without a doubt he was insanely attractive. He looked a lot more intimidating in person, green eyes just staring into you before you spoke in a almost shaky voice. “Wha- of course I know how to please myself,” and then your eyebrows wriggling a bit. “Are you saying you can do better or something, asshole?”
“Watch your mouth,” Toji coyly grins, bringing a hand to your neck, softly caressing the middle part to give you shivers— and he lightly tilts his neck again playfully. “But yeah. I know I can, little girl. Heh. I bet you don‘t even know how to make yourself orgasm,” and then as you were about to speak, he brings a plump thumb towards your lips, staring at you with a salacious gaze. “For a pretty girl though, you sure do awfully talk too much. I think I know a better way to keep that bratty little mouth occupied.”
And now— you found yourself on your knees for Toji, the guy who literally knocked on your door and allowed himself in so he could eliminate you for a hefty amount of reward money— only to be sucking him off. Toji lets off a low grunt at your hand coordinating with your sloppy mouth movements. Occasionally you‘d feel the tip of his thrash and and tap continuously against your throat to almost make you gag. “Fuck,” he‘d grumble, a rough hand on your head, muscles in his abdomen repeatedly flexing and clenching as you lightly swirled your tongue over his length. Toji‘s eye twitched a little, not aware of how good you‘d be at giving oral— and he lets off a low groan. “Good…. girl. Be nice and sloppy. Enjoy the fucking meal,” and you stare up at him— head bobbling and it was embarrassing how you felt yourself starting to throb over and over. “Get nasty for me, sweetheart. Don‘t… be scared to be a little whore for me, I don‘t mind, heh.”
You continued to take his shaft down your throat, and Toji watched you twist your head just a bit, cheeks hallowing while some strands of spit started to escape your mouth. “Mhm nasty girl,” he‘d grunt, you occasionally using a hand to maneuver and twist on his length as well with your pretty long lashes fluttering after each and every second. “That‘s my good girl. Use your jaw more. Relax that throat and take it like t-that,” and Toji grunts from the familiar feeling of his cock twitching, your tongue tickling and teasing the near edge of his sensitive frenulum. “Fuckkkk,” he mutters in more of a sibilated hiss— Toji‘s head sexily leans backs little as he still has a firm grip on your head.
“Now I think I know why your… bounty‘s so damn high. All because this filthy ass tongue,” and his breath becomes a bit heavy once he starts to slowly rut his hips against your mouth— you couldn‘t help but start to touch yourself, Toji grows more hard from the way you‘re stroking him, your hand following your mouth movements, even the lewd gagging and sucking noises being produced. You let off a soft moan with his throbbing thick shaft shoved down your throat, kissing against the roof of your mouth and his leg starts to bounce impatiently— chasing his incoming release. “Gonna cum if you keep sucking me,” and Toji draws in a sharp breath, thin nostrils flaring while pausing between sentences, “. . Sucking me off like that, shit.”
Your long lashes fluttered as the crown head of his dick continued to prod against your throat, tickling your uvula to make you gag. Toji grows more harder seeing how sloppy you were on your knees for him— glistening saliva dripping down your chin as you felt his excited twitching shaft spasming inside your mouth.
“Don‘t spill any, sweetheart,” he grunts, feeling you swirl your tongue— lips slightly parting around his girthy thick length. “Saved a big nice load just for my pretty cock-hungry target.”
Toji lets off a low ireful groan and it‘s so sexy how deep his voice goes once’s he‘s climaxing, it‘s enough to get you wet — as well as him lightly thrusting his hips against your mouth, feeling his shaft start to pour into your mouth. “F-Fuck,” he stammers, slowly sliding his tip out between your lips with a ringing ‘pop’ that reverberated across the room. He stares at you, your cheeks cutely chubby before he grips your chin, staring down at you with half-lidded, vexed green orbs. “Swallow, pretty girl. And stick out your tongue f’me when you finish.”
You happily swallow, savoring the taste and it tastes bitter— somewhat of a near sweet tang to it before tilting your head up, lolling out your tongue for him.
“. . . Good fuckin’ girl,” he purrs with an enthralling seductive gaze, the way his voice deepens an octave each time gets you to throb and it’s almost embarrassing. Toji then makes you stand up before dragging you towards his bedroom as if he knew the place by heart. As you walked with him, he lets off a haughty cackle. “You always this obedient?”
“Not really.” You replied, the both of you entering your bedroom and he then threw you on the queen sized mattress, softly landing with an oof.
Toji hums to himself amused. “That‘s gonna change little girl,” and you sit on your bed, staring openly at him sliding off his tight black fitted shirt. He was so buff, sculpted and chiseled that you couldn’t help but gawk. Your eyes roamed at Toji‘s multiple scars over his body, painting all over him like some expensive canvas. His spartan-like shoulders that were absentmindedly flexing once he took off his shirt and you were too busy kept up into your thoughts before realizing he was against you— a rough hand pressing on your tummy. Toji drags a soft thumb against your slit, snapping you out of your thoughts and it makes you whine. “Are ya wet, princess?”
“No.” You mumbled, and Toji‘s eyes flicker towards you before he gives your throbbing drenched cunt a light spank to make you let off a moan.
He grumbled, and you intake a breath once you felt him rub the swollen reddened tip of his hard cock against your folds. “Liar,” and the rasp in his voice only makes you pulsate even more between your legs. You stare at Toji slowly raising your leg just a bit to throw it over his shoulder, another big hand pressed on your tummy. You got shivers just a little from feeling the cold tungsten rings that rested on his fingers collide against your bare exposed skin. “So soaked like a filthy little thing. Hm. Let‘s see how many inches you can take. Your pretty throat did good so I can only imagine how your pussy does for me.”
“F-Fuck,” you gasped— one leg wrapping around his slim waist, feeling the assassin start to sink inches deep inside your pussy. Toji‘s got a smug grin spreading on his face once he watches your eyes already start to flicker a roll— he‘s considerably slow while seeping his length inside of you to where you‘re comfortable. The stretch is something you can‘t wrap your head around though, it rips out a soft lewd moan, especially once Toji leans further in close to you, sliding a hand up your shirt to clasp on your breasts that was shielded by your bra. “To—jiiii,” you slurred, feeling him start to move his hips. Your eyes couldn‘t stop staring at his body, the way his muscles flexed and the silver glimmering chain wrapped around his neck with his initial, practically dangling in your face. It moved when he moved— mimicking each other‘s movements as his pace of his thrusts felt so good your breath started to hitch quickly. “Toji. Fuck me h-harder.”
“. . Harder, yeah?” He purrs, as if he‘s mocking your whiney voice. As he‘s lightly jerking his hips Toji leans up close, sliding your bra off to lightly flick his tongue against your perky hardened nipples and you let off a whine— feeling him suck teasingly, green eyes narrowing at you before his pace picks up more, removing his lips with a soft ‘pop’ sound. “Taste so sweet. Now I really don‘t wanna take that money.”
Your walls clench and hug tight around Toji‘s shaft like a vice— the sloppy squelching noises filling up not only your room but your ears too. “Then don‘t kill me Toji— just.. just f-fuck me.”
“How ‘bout I fuck you now and kill you later, ‘lil girl? Sound like a deal?” Toji speaks through gritted teeth— the feeling of the skin slapping making him grunt lowly, both of his hands being occupied to grip onto your waist firmly, softly brushing his thumbs against your skin— his eyes meets yours, and he‘s got the exact gaze to match his voice. Purely condescending, smug and extremely arrogant. He grins once he feels your back start to arch all because of the edges and ridges of his cock dragging between your folds. “One hundred grand is a lot of money, princess. Dunno if I‘d wanna throw all that away for some sweet pussy.”
His words embarrassingly enough make you throb once you suck in a breath, being pounded into your own bed— softly gnawing at your lip before staring up at him. “You‘re not gonna kill m-me Toji.”
“Oh . . yeah? I‘m not? What makes you so sure?” He lowly chuckles, his pace a bit more luscious and sensual, rocking his hips like a chair that makes your brain so dizzy. Toji hit every spot and every angle, it only leads to you wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. The tall muscular man stares down at you— each time he lets off a menacing sly smile, the scar that‘s slashed into a slant contorts against his lips, and it‘s effortlessly sexy. “Please. Do indulge me, sweetheart.”
Toji smiles— seeing you nearly lose yourself on his cock, the way he‘s hitting you with deep strokes to drag out such melodic moans from your mouth as if you were singing in harmony. “. . Because,” you whimpered, his tempo growing more and more merciless and unrelenting, it‘s so good on how the feeling of his hips snap and stroke against you. His tip practically french kissing your cervix almost to where you can hardly comprehend let alone think straight anything. “Because… u-um…” You repeated with a hiccup, not able to drag the words out because of his thrusts against your twitching core, angry tip jackhammering and pummeling you to nearly make your break short circuit.
“B-Be—cause,” he mocks your tone, pitching his voice to match yours and he purposely butchers it, knowing that‘s not how you really spoke. It makes him smile. You writhe underneath him, dragging your nails down his back as he leaned close to you— in missionary now— the rough violent sounds of flesh smacking echos and reverberate around the room before Toji‘s deep laugh rings though your ears. “Yeah, that‘s what I thought. Can‘t think straight when you‘re getting fucked good. That‘s apparent. My dick‘s got you all dumb, huh doll?” and he brings a hand to your face, a thumb lightly folding your damp bottom lip— watching it part before the assassin catches you by surprise and pulls you into a deep sultry kiss.
Your moans slithered inside his mouth as you willingly kissed back, the very back of your heel seductively sliding down his back that was now covered with your scratch marks. Toji might have been pussy whipped by this point— he‘s never done this for a target before, he couldn’t pin point what it was about you but at this exact moment he didn‘t really care.
As Toji kept kissing you while being buried deep to the hilt with his shaft, one rough hand of his planted on your tummy while another gripped on your chin— his warm beefy body pressed against you, and you moaned, feeling his tongue slide just a bit inside your mouth. You could taste some of the alcohol he probably drank earlier, making him taste even more sweet. But that‘s when you abruptly pulled away, cutely squeezing onto his toned muscular arm while staring at him— the strings of spit departing as you broke away. “Toji ‘m gonna cum— T-Toji.”
“. . . Are ya now?” He coos in a teasing tone, his hips stuttering and sputtering— you were so loose and so incredibly wet, just gripping all on him and it made Toji grunt lowly, sexily grabbing onto your ankle before giving it a plethora of soft kisses. “Cum then, sweetheart. Go ‘head . . .”
Just as you were about to, you moaned, feeling Toji start to slow down— before he lightly wraps a hand around your throat. “I‘m kidding. You better not cum on me, little girl. Hold it.”
“H-Huh?” You gasped, not fond of the thought of being edged at all. Toji cackled at your response, your frail shaky legs tightly wrapped around his slim waist— capturing it in a almost near hug. The coiling tension that resided deep inside you, preparing to snap made your back arch more, you started to whine just to release. “Tojiiiii I can‘t.. gotta cum.. please lemme cum. P-Please.” And it felt like your nerves were on fire— glancing up at the assassin who kept jerking his hips against your sweet dripping cunt, he had a sly haughty smile spreading on his lips.
“Aww,” he purrs, leaning in to playfully lick a slow stripe up your neck before pressing kissing on your collarbone— which lead up to your neck again, then your jaw. You whimpered from his warm touch, a shaky hand grabbing onto his hair and running your fingers through his black dark strands. “I‘ll let ya cum if you think you deserve it, princess.”
You let off a choked whimper— eyebrows cutely furrowing together, your skin being prickled constantly by coolness air being created because of Toji‘s hard slaps against your cunt. “I- I deserve it, Toji. P—Please let me cum.”
“You forgot something else,” Toji slyly smiles, and you moan— your head slightly going back once he pushed a knee of yours to your chest for a more thorough and deeper angle. A cute pout tugs on your lips at his teasing, you just wanted to wipe that annoying smug grin on his face as he pounded you deeper into the mattress. “Ask me again, pretty girl. Properly.”
Your gummy walls clenched all around Toji as you whined, gnawing on your bottom lip as if you were thinking of what to say— mind completely in a frenzy from the way he‘s got your pussy transmitting into sheer convulsions with the girth of his thick cock. “Um…” You started, watching Toji teasingly raise his thin black eyebrows as if he‘s listening to what you‘re about to say. “F-Fuck,” you moaned, easily getting distracted by the spanks his hips made against your sweet cunt, getting you into a high— so dizzy, it was intoxicating. “Let me- let me cum Toji.. pretty please..” You stammered, feeling your own tight walls fluttering around him, nearly being pushed over the edge.
“Good girl,” he coos in a gravelly voice, slowing his hips just a bit— the rhythm making your eyes nearly roll before he glanced at you with low emerald jaded eyes. “Go on, pretty girl.”
Immediately your eyes nearly rolled way back into your skull, dissolving into pressure. Your cunt contracted around him and you‘re climaxing. It‘s even more of a dramatic ecstasy type feeling since you got delayed and edged— and it feels even more good. “F-Fuck Toji oh my g—god.” You spoke in a shaky tone, breath quavering with each word as he stared down at you with a cunning smile pressing against his lips. You could tell that the man was close too judging from how you felt him continuously start to twitch inside you— and the way his breathing patterns would change.
He grunts, staring up at you changing a few positions while he‘s fucking you— to where you‘re in a mating press. The stare he‘s giving you is so sexy, just using your swollen needy cunt like a flesh light, black strands nearly covering his eyes after each thrust— his weight on top of you, your arms around his neck as he leans close to your ear, speaking in a low raspy voice. “Where do you want me to cum?” And he licks yet another stripe up your neck— your knees nearly buckling as for your legs, they’re just in the air next to Toji‘s back as he‘s grinding his hips against you deep. “On your tummy?” He pauses, kissing your neck. “On your face?” He speaks again. “Or maybe your cute plushy thighs..?” And his voice lowers an octave each time, speaking lowly directly against your ear before giving your neck and collarbone more kissing. And then Toji stares at you, beads of sweat running down his forehead as if it was a contest of the sort, licking his lips seductively. “Or maybe,” and you suppress a lewd moan from leaving your spit-glossed lips, feeling the assassin nip a bite onto your neck. “Maybe you want me to shoot inside. You seem like the type. That and your pussy‘s practically telling me right now.”
“I-Inside Toji,” you nodded eagerly, both hands gripping onto his shoulders. Your voice was shaky and sweet— nearly about to feel yourself salivate from the thought of Toji Fushiguro— full known notorious assassin who was paid a huge wad of money to kill you— but instead he‘s here doing the opposite, remotely speaking you could say that he was technically murdering your pussy. “Need to feel you inside. Please Toji.”
“Okay little girl,” he tugs his eyebrows together, and he sucks a bit more on your neck— Toji just simply couldn‘t get enough of how sweet you were. “Take it then. I‘ll stuff ya nice and full. Better keep all the shit inside too.” he slyly smiles, bringing a kiss to your forehead. The gesture made your face burn a bit— but you tried to ignore it, surely it didn‘t mean anything— right?
Merely seconds later, Toji‘s spilling a thick load inside your cunt that willingly accepts it, he groans, feeling his inner gut tighten and you moan too— frail arms thrown around him as his hips repeatedly stutter and he‘s still keeping a pace but it‘s a little slower because of his release. “Shit..” he grumbles, falling into a high peaked crescendo from his groan. The way your cunt hugged him tight sent him on a frenzy. “Such a pretty little slut— taking my seed like a good girl.”
You whimper once he starts a pace again— as if stamina was nonexistent to him and feel Toji bring a rough hand down towards your sweet cunt to give it love taps a few times— and you were oh so incredibly soaked. You weren’t even sure if you could cum anymore after how many rough and raunchy rounds you went with Toji.
“Toji— f-fuck…” you babbled — and he’s gripping your thighs firmly, holding it up and your brain’s so dumb and empty. Pathetic. Each thrust and bounce against his lap makes your voice shakier and shakier as if you were on a roller coaster. “Feels s’good, Toji— fuck…”
But then out of nowhere Toji lets off a loud grunt, yelling out a dramatic ‘Fuck!’ and you furrow your eyebrows once he stops moving you— and you just sat with his dick still inside of you before he pushed you off of him, groaning.
You glanced at him— confused. “What- happened?”
“…….Cramp,” He grunts, and then Toji lays on his side and it’s so dramatic— groaning in pain as if he’d just gotten shot. “Jesus fuc— god damn it,” and you don‘t know if your eyes were deceiving you, but you swore you could have saw a faint red start to spread on the assassin‘s face. Regardless, you sat there, about to have the most best toe-curling orgasm of your life yet here Toji is curled on the bed, grunting in pain and utter agony. It was really dramatic before he mumbled an annoyed, “ . . . Gimme a sec.”
“Okay…” You mumbled.
And that second turned into minutes, and you crawled on top of Toji, straddling his lap— and his eyes widens once you start to align yourself against him — planting your hips down on his bare chest. “The f-fuck are you doing,” he grumbles, panting as he feels you slowly plop down on him again, Toji leans back against the bed and you almost smiled, hearing him stutter. “You…” he swallows, staring up at the ceiling with a hand nearly covering his face. “You gonna ride me while I‘m still sensitive? I just came, w-whore.”
Even his degradation didn‘t hit the same from the state he was in— and you raised your eyebrows at him. “Should I stop then..? Maybe we should um.. take a break since you got a leg cramp and—”
“No. Shut the fuck up and ride me. No cramp‘s gonna stop me. You— wanna ride me so go ahead then.”
You almost laugh, not even knowing you could get the upper hand with a vicious man like Toji. “Okay…” and he feels you start to move your hips again. Toji grunts from feeling so sensitive — the overstim makes him kiss and suck his teeth that you‘re easily shifting your weight towards your left hip before going towards the right over and over, the rhythm you have is nice, precise and sexy. You stare down at Toji as you‘re grinding against his pelvic bone, letting off sweet moans and whimpers yourself and he‘s glaring at you.
“Faster brat,” he suddenly spanks your ass— the recoil making you whine. And then once you do speed your tempo a little he grunts, the skin slapping making him dizzy as he bites back on his words— a red spreading onto his face, and by the looks of it, the Toji Fushiguro was embarrassed. “Fu—cking shit. More.. don‘t stop… keep ridin’ me, baby.”
You look down at him as you rode him, keeping a good rhythm before a small smile purses on your lips. “Are . . . you begging me, Toji?”
“F-Fuck you little girl,” is all he can reply with, you snicker once he shoves you closer into his chest as you rode him— his rough hands on your waist and near your soft shoulder blade. Your cunt continued to pulsate rapidly— and you felt yourself getting close again, Toji probably just the same as well. He‘s letting off soft pants as he keeps kissing your ass with the palm of his hand, rough mean spanks to make you whine before giggling. “You think this shit is funny huh?”
“No..?” You replied, your smile fading a little once he’s staring no, glaring dead at you, sliding a hand near his clenched abs with a low grunt before pulling you towards him. You let off a tiny squeak once he makes you stop riding him— lightly shoving you and you’re face first on the bed — Toji shoving having your head down and making your ass go up before you giggle nervously. “Eheh.. are you all better now? Your leg cramp I mean..”
“S—Shut the fuck up stupid bitch,” Toji growls . . and he’s blushing, hard. His nostrils flare up, and you can see his irritated flustered state from behind the screen. But that‘s when he‘s preparing to go full doggy and give you backshots. Right in front of your mirror too — you could see the familiar coy sly smirk forming on him again— as if he wasn‘t practically whining for you a moment ago. “You’re gonna be a good dumb slut and pretend that never happened,” and his voice is low and raspy and you let off a soft moan, feeling him go back inside you. He’s effortlessly stretching you out again, and that entire giggly facade leaves once he’s balls deep inside, tapping against you again as if nothing even occurred. You’re staring at the screen— lightly biting down on your finger while on all fours for him. It’s like Toji‘s stamina came right back to him as he‘s fucking you with the upmost amounts of energy. “What I thought. Shut that cute dumb mouth and take this dick like you own it. No cramp‘s gonna stop me from beating this pussy up to the fucking hilt,” and then he parts his lips, finishing his sentence with a low rough, “Little girl.”
“T—Toji..” you moaned in a sweet erotic tone, enough to make his cock twitch. A little smile spreads on your face before he shoves your head down against the fluffy bed and you land with another soft cute oof.
“Face down ass up, whore.” He snarls, and you whine — feeling him spank your ass again with his palm. He‘s driving his hips into you again to where you vision transmit to stars, feelings of your body going into pure ecstasy and utter euphoria. Each spank gets you more wetter that it‘s embarrassing— your small frail hands grip towards the edges of the bed, moaning for him to keep going and not stop. “Good girllll. Take it and shut the fuck up,” he purrs in a guttural raspy tone. Toji flicks his tongue against his scar, humming at the sight of your body jolting from each mean deep thrust of his. His hips are entirely in sync with yours — so turbulent that it sends your poor empty filled brain into a lewd trance. You’re so drunk on his dick you just don‘t want to ever stop.
You gasp before whimpering, staring at the both of you through your mirror, back all arched for him and only him. “C—Cumming.. Toji..”
“Ah ah. No you’re fucking not,” Toji grunts, spanking your ass and then he quickly pulls out. You let off a whiney sob, confused why he pulled out, let alone his second time of doing so. Your cunt‘s not clenching around anything anymore, and you’re whimpering from the lack of stimulation before Toji flips you over. “Look at me,” he mutters, and he makes you get on his lap, just barely hovering over his lap. You do— staring in his cold, green eyes— slightly flustered face, but nevertheless he still looked intimidating as usual. “Whore. Laughing at me, now look at you. A mess. Don‘t like being edged again huh?”
“N-No..” You shake your head.
“Awwww, no?” He mocks your pout, swiping a thumb against your lip. Toji thinks you’re so cute, pulling out right when you were about to coat his dick again. “Well that‘s too damn bad. I‘m not gonna let you cum,” and then he pauses— dark viridescent eyes staring down at you as you hovered over his erect cock, so eager to just finish. You were so so close you could taste the sweetened orgasm just lingering on the very tip of your tastebuds. “Unless… you beg for it again.”
You whine, staring up at him and Toji raises a brow with a coy grin.
“B-But, Toji..”
“Nah. Don‘t gimme that shit. You heard me.” Toji coos, bringing a sweet kiss near your jaw. “Go on. Make me wait and you’ll just be edging yourself for even longer,” and his voice is so smooth and arrogant, letting off a low chuckle while bringing a quick kiss towards the collarbone of your neck. “And we wouldn‘t want that now, would we?”
He‘s so— you just wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, he’s definitely getting off on this for sure. Even having a cramp during intercourse, Toji still manages to get the upper hand and make sure you know your place.
A pout continued to tug on your lips as you stared up at him, speaking in a needy whiney voice. “Please let me cum, T—Toji,” and you cutely start to rock your hips for some sort of friction but he stops you— making you whine from the constant edging and restriction. “Please. Wanna cum so bad.”
“Yeahhh?” He mocks your saddened weak voice, and a smile tugs on his lips. “You do?” And he‘s speaking in that cooing faux voice that‘s another factor of your pussy being wet, and he grips onto your chin, before stealing a quick kiss on your mouth. Your face heats up from that, and he smugly grins. “Okay, but only if you tell me pretty please, again doll. Need to hear you say it in that sweet pathetic voice of yours.”
You whine once more, squirming a bit in his lap and he’s loving every second of your embarrassed pitiful gaze. You glance up at him with a cute frown pressing on your lips — eyebrows slightly furrowing as you were so so desperate for your incoming release. “Um… p-pretty please.. Toji? Let me cum p-pretty please….”
“Mmm, that‘s a good girl. Go ‘head,” he murmurs, a sly smile showcasing on his pink indented lips. He lets himself bury back inside and you moan, gripping onto his shoulders. With nails digging into his beefy pale skin, your mouth slightly opens, head slightly tilting upwards before you’re at the very brink — the very verge. Pretty soon your chest started to heave, and you’re cumming, creaming his dick all pretty with your sweetened slick. “Good—fuckkk.” And Toji‘s cumming too with quick reflexes, this time he pulls out and sprays his seed all over your pussy. You moan once he rubs his reddened tip against your folds, witnessing you whine and shiver.
You pant— exhausted, but still wanting more when you sit up to bring him in a deep sloppy kiss. He kisses back, stroking your back ever so gently, hearing you still moan and shake from your post orgasm as your tongue runs across near the inside of his mouth— tasting how sweet and saccharine flavored he was. After a while, Toji pulls away, and you try and catch your breath as if it was a race, eyes half-lidded before you hear the cock of a clicking gat.
You flinch, staring up at Toji and he chuckles— his shimmery black roscoe pointing right at you. “Oh damn. That sucks,” and he genuinely sounded disappointed.
“W-wha . . Did you— just try to fucking shoot me?!” You furrowed your eyebrows, exclaiming.
“Don‘t worryyyy sweetheart, my clip‘s empty.” He mutters, bringing a friendly pat to your pussy before mumbling, “Unfortunately…...”
You blankly stared at him in disbelief and he lowly chuckles. “What if it wasn‘t empty?”
“…Then you’d be dead, little girl,” he replies back with a sly smile before bringing a kiss towards your neck. “Hey, can‘t blame a guy for trying. I could probably buy a nice fancy house with your cash reward,” and then he rolls his eyes as he speaks. “Low on money enough as it is, sadly.”
“…………..……..…..”
Toji rasply laughs once more before kissing your cheek before flipping you over— spanking your ass. “Heh. I‘d say sorry but I‘m not. No hard feelings right princess? Bet your pussy‘ll forgive me though,” and you moan— feeling him drag a thumb near your throbbing slit. “Now now, be a good girl and arch that back for me one more time. I‘m not done with my pretty target yet.”
a home invasion befalls your lonely penthouse just days after your husband goes on work retreat, and it turns out he’s indebted to a lot of dangerous people.
but for a certain intruder, money isn’t the only thing on his mind.
content warnings explicit content, infidelity, threats of blood and violence, dubious consent, unprotected sex, size kink, use of handcuffs, brat-taming, pet-names, oral (m receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, nonconsensual recording, riding, cervix-bumping, praise + degradation, squirting, hair-pulling, breeding kink (sort of), choking, toji is masked the entire time but loves to put on a show,
word count 7,500+
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Several built-in security cams, a motion-detected entrance, and a generously paid night-team.
In all honesty, this must’ve been a set-up.
Perhaps, a tasteless prank. How six masked intruders managed to break into your penthouse just a few days after your now-estranged husband left for a retreat is beyond you. All of these security inspections to ensure that your penthouse was impenetrable, and yet, above twenty-seven floors, befell a home invasion.
The penthouse was dim-lit, muted by the cityscape and exposed on slender, double-paned windows. In a private residential building, designed for the vieux-riche and white-collared, there was no room for the ordinary.
One of the masked intruders noisily whistles, swivelling his large frame as he gawks at the interior. “Impressive.”
“You can stare later,” another says, dropping his duffle bag onto your modular sofa, “hurry up and take what you can.”
Reeling from your sudden wake, forcibly handcuffed to a radiator pipe. It had only been a few hours before you were abruptly forced from your bed, held at gunpoint to keep quiet, and lured into the living room to watch your home be ransacked to skint. Carelessly—along with their heavy bags, filled to the brim—they pace around with a gun you’re convinced couldn’t be loaded.
If it weren’t for your composure, you’d be dead already.
“All this space,” a disillusioned voice scorns from another room, unseen. “For what? Three people?”
“Two, asshole.” You mutter under your breath.
“You got a smart mouth, lady,” the brawny man—jade eyes discerned from the dark-grey ski mask covering the rest of his face, kneels down in front of you. (You definitely whispered it, and he definitely wasn’t close enough to hear that). “Do I need to shut you up as well?”
It's demeaning. With a tight lip, wavered to the tremor of having your life under threat, you turn away to avoid his stern gaze. Turned to your chef, teary-eyed and pale-stricken, muffled by a roughly knotted tie found in your husband’s drawers. Made an example of, gagged like her so that you were forced to keep quiet on your accord. It didn’t stop her, worsening the situation with every stifled wail, earning an empty threat from every passing intruder.
For the sake of not having another gun pressed against your temple, you simply watch. Observe.
Sheathed in puffer jackets and black ski-masks, they had been hard to distinguish from one another.
Except one.
One of them had the audacity of disregarding a jacket, wearing a simple black, tight-fitted t-shirt that defined every ridge and curve of his upper frame. He didn’t even bother wearing gloves. The way he simply tampered with the emergency line and security cams made you think he’d been here before, familiar. And if that were the case, then you were in trouble.
Guilty, very guilty of noticing how his bulky arms would tense with every movement. Flexed under every packed bag or veined by alabaster protrusions; a pitiful thing to notice while he carried your belongings. His voice sunk twenty-feet down your spine as if you were made of bottomless chasms—another reason why you’d be able to differentiate him from the rest.
It didn’t matter. He carried a poise that told you this wasn’t his first time; overly confident and tactful.
And this reckoning was coming.
Your husband was a conglomerate who attempted to juggle risky affairs with his company matters, leaving at odd hours and returning with rum-iced breath and a sunken gaze. A driving force behind the rift in your marriage, consumed with an undying urge to flood his bank accounts with more money, gluttonous. This was something you should’ve seen coming, but he had abandoned you at a shadily specific time; a work retreat he’d call it, important matters to be handled in Hokkaido with an urgency that left you no choice but to let him leave.
You nearly doze off, worn-out from the constant manhandling before one of the intruders’ pace towards you. He kneels down, pats your cheek with the muzzle of his gun. “Hey,” he exhales, vexed. “Where’s the rest of the money?”
You jadedly sigh, overrun with the same questions that all boil down to one inadequate answer: “I don’t know.” He exhales even louder, clasping the gun tighter. “How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t know.”
You do, kind of. It’s a teeny lie because while trust did go both ways in a four-year marriage, there had been little disclosure around his work between the two of you. As newly-weds, he swore to confide in you but since moving into this penthouse, he had completely left you in the dark; distance grew, and the double-glazed windows grew longer and there was a void to this place that had an odd semblance to your love life.
You knew that he had a hidden room, a vault, somewhere in his library, but that’s how far it went. Company files (and filthy secrets), heaps of cash, prized possessions, family heirlooms and a few weapons to spare—all for him to touch, and for you to bear the consequences of.
But when you think you’ve convinced the brutish man, he suddenly presses a gun to your chef’s head, who wails through the gag shoved into her mouth like a leaking pipe. “I’ll give you another chance to tell me something I want to hear, and if you don’t, I’ll blow her brains out.”
Untold confessions burn into bile. “I don’t know.”
He heaves through the mask. “I’ll count to three then,” he grits his teeth, presses it forcefully to her temple as she continues to shriek. “One,” he begins while your resolve slowly breaks down, “two,” the trigger squeaks under his thumb, “t—”
“—it’s in the library, I think. But I don’t know where—”
“Behind the bookshelf, huh?”
A familiar voice says from the distance, earning a burst of mirth from the group of masked men as a loud creak resounds the penthouse; your eyes flutter closed in a strange feeling of relief and discontent, slumping against the radiator when they leave to join him in the library. As a ruffle ensues over there, you’re forsaken to observe your chef’s unkempt state, whom you nearly killed because of your misplaced loyalty.
The guilt chews at your own resolve, unable to find the words to console her or aid your own discomfort. Before you can even think to do so, he walks in—saunters with a smugness that forces you to bite back a curse, and a brimmed duffle bag. He drops it before walking towards you, crouching down once again to meet your surly gaze, teary and loathing. He spends a fleeting moment observing your twisted expression, clearly reeling from the very real threat of gunpoint. And he’s relishing it.
He's eerily quiet, calm. Somehow, it’s worse than the other man’s fiery temperament.
“You got what you wanted, you can take it and leave.” You utter with a weak lilt.
“I don’t think I have,” he retorts casually, his head cocked to the side. The glimmer in his eye changes like a heavy tide on a full moon, eventually settling on an impish gaze that bursts with inspiration. “Now, why is the lovely wife here when she should be with her husband?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“How do ya expect to live with an attitude like that?” he asks, clearly unaffected by your hostility. If it were anyone else, they’d put a bullet in your head already.
“Next time? With a gun.”
He chortles through the mask, and you can even hear a wicked smirk brush against the fabric. “What makes you think there’s a next time?” he chides, picks up a piece of fluff from your cheek, and you nearly flinch. “Maybe I’d be doing your husband a favour then. What do you think, lady?”
He turns to your chef, still cowering in her spot, momentarily pauses her snivelling to register his question. The masked man tuts, roughly yanking the gag from her mouth, doused in spit and snot. She takes the release as a false invitation to blubber pleas, it goes on and on and on, which he lets happen until he’s had his fill—he’s a psycho.
“Hey,” he respires, “shut up.”
She promptly closes her mouth.
“She a good wife?” he asks, nudging his head towards you like he’s indulging in weekly gossip, pinning the poor lady’s frame down with his gaze. Your chef can only deduct from what she sees, and she has seen… a lot; enough to gauge that there was nothing respectable about the truth.
“Good wife—no, not really. They—uh, they fight a lot.” She mutters.
“Ouch,” he scratches the skin behind his ear, turning to you. “No wonder he left such a pretty thing behind.”
You’re rendered wordless, a heat cloyed in your gut.
“How about this,” he says, fiddling with your handcuffs. When his fingers brush against your skin, it sends a evanescing shudder through your body—it’s cold. “How about you help me send your husband a little message?”
“But—” you sputter, beat. “—but don’t you have what you need?”
“Nah,” he says, unshackling you from the pipes and firmly grabbing your upper arm to haul you up. He’s far stronger, manhandles you through the hallways as though you’re lightweight—you must be—for arms that bulky, he’d be able to lift a car. “Not quite satisfied yet, princess.”
“Where are you taking me?” you exclaim as obscurity swallows you whole, separated from the commotion in the living room.
But you’re stumbling into your bedroom; torso lurched onto the chair he rolls from your desk, the windows draped in velvet curtains, but there’s subdued moonglow seeping through and it pales his exposed skin. He handcuffs you once more, behind the backrest of your chair this time, demanding a camera from one of the other intruders.
The brawny man pulls you to centre stage, in front of him, and mutters with a caustic swing. “Don’t be scared.”
It’s not reassuring at the slightest—it’s not meant to be. You thrash against the handcuffs, watching in confusion as one of his hot-headed subordinates return with a thick-lensed camera and tripod. He makes note of the ring-light at your desk and pulls it over to him as well. Your efforts are to no avail, slumped in a satin blue nightgown that creases just above your knees.
“If you’re going to kill me,” you sigh, admitting defeat. “At least make it quick.”
It is difficult to read him when he’s hiding behind a mask, but his calmness resides in his mannerisms. He gives no allusion that he wants to kill you, but that’s worse—his temperament is completely unreadable, and there’s nothing you can do but try to draw an actual answer from him. “Kill you? What kind of message would that send?”
Maybe you’re digging your own grave instead. “That—that you leave no witnesses?”
He chortles at your response, stretching his limbs once he’s done adjusting the camera. His burly arms extend above his head and his shirt fleetingly lifts to reveal his terribly toned abdomen, freckled with swirling hairs around his belly button and a thick mound of it just peeking above the hem of his boxers. You no longer try to make sense of what that sated pull in your gut means, (whatever it is, it’s bad-mannered).
“Careful now, you’ll make it sound like a good idea.”
“Then what? What do you want with me?” you push, frustrated.
He evades your question once again, clearly not up for any transparency and instead, he turns on the camera; a red flicker that beeps just below the large lenses, then he abruptly switches on the ring-light, adjusted to the brightest level and you quickly turn away, flinching.
“State your name.” He simply orders.
“What?” you ask, barely able to see him past the glaring light.
“State your name, and don’t make me repeat myself.”
Hesitantly, you drone each syllable of your name. Your eyes drift idly to the carpet, to whatever can hold your attention, anything is better than the beam of light sharply meeting your retina.
“Look at me,” he focuses your attention onto him, where he stands a little closer, slightly shadowing the shaft of light behind him and when you meet his gaze, intimidated by his large stature, you’re taken aback. “Say it again.”
You state it clearly this time, with a sourness—a harsh bite to each word that doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but he’s somewhat satisfied, nodding in approval. “Good girl.”
The sudden term sends another awkward twinge to your gut (or, to the part of you that throbs mindlessly, without will, just want). You ignore it, watching fretfully as he picks up a few papers the other guy dropped onto your bed earlier.
“You can read a script, right?” he neatly folds the papers together. “I want you, princess, to tell your husband what’ll happen if he doesn’t bring the rest of my money by the end of this month.”
“Hm?”
He stands by the camera once again and hangs the first page beside his face. It’s written in a very large font, as though it was intended for a reader unable to see from this distance, or they were merely in a rush. Impatient, he sighs. “Speak up.”
“They—they’ll tell everyone about the operations behind his company,” you murmur, trying to digest the information written on the piece of paper. Reality thickens, and everything you suspected your husband to be involved in now holds substance to it. “What operations?”
“Recite this.” He says, displaying the second page.
“Oh my g—”
“Hey, recite it.”
You recite it—word for word—every single shady job that transpires beneath the company’s general operations and it leads to an obvious conclusion; he moves drugs. Whoever these guys are, they’re shady and fucked-up, but they’re borne by your husband’s misdemeanours. He had clearly crossed them, and now he had left you to suffer the consequences.
“Suppose it’s better that it comes from his own wife, right?” he says, putting the papers away. “You see,” he directly says to you, instead of the camera, “if he fails, I’ll come back to finish the job, and this video—all those documents, they go live, understood?”
Indignation rattles your chest, and you’re not sure who you’re mad at, the perpetrators or the intended target who abandoned you. “So, what? You’re all drug dealers, then? Fuck you. You couldn’t threaten him yours—mph!”
He grabs your chin, stifling the rest of your tirade—it boils at the tip of your tongue, and he touches it, sliding a thumb across your bottom lip. “That mouth of yours,” he murmurs, squinting down at your resentful gaze, jaw clenched, and chest heaved, “—don’t think a gag is going to fix that attitude.”
“Then why don’t you just kill me?”
“I could,” he mulls with a shrug, pressing down on the tongue that craves a good finish, between the teeth that itches to bite it. There’s an eyelash just above your cheek, and he slowly picks it off. It’s a thick tension you could slice with a butcher’s knife, one apparent beneath the ongoing silence while he ponders on his next motives. “Or I could put that mouth to better use.”
Your face twists in puzzlement, unable to take in the turn of events when he’s suddenly uncuffing you, just to cuff you again once you’ve stood up.
He turns to the masked man at the door, who has been idly standing there for a while, awaiting his next instructions. “Load up the van.”
Eventually (and soundlessly) he walks away, nearly intrigued if not for the brawny man’s firm instructions, leaving the both of you alone to the stillness. When you’re dragged to the end of the bed, he sits and pulls you towards him—flailing and protests falling short when he swiftly bends you over his lap—one hand pushing your lower back down, the other lifting your nightgown up.
Your torso stretches against his thighs. “What—what are you—oh!”
A shrill smack suddenly booms, then follows a stinging sensation that settles on your ass cheeks.
You heavily exhale, mind reeling from the echoes of a slap.
And it dawns on you, a cloak of realisation: he just slapped your ass.
Sheer shock and indignation, it churns, disoriented by the brute force of his hand meeting your skin. Your squirming intensifies. “What the fuck?” you exclaim.
“Watch your mouth,” he simply warns, slapping your ass once more; this one is a more cruel, and the burn sticks around for a few more seconds before he lands another one for sport. Every slap is paired with a strained wince, but when he kneads that sore spot, that throbbing pull returns—tenfold—it’s turning you on. “From now on, you’re gonna be on your best behaviour.”
He's mocking you, resorting to childish chastises to make the humiliation of it all sink a little deeper.
He doesn’t care about your attitude.
“Huh? No—”
Another one, it’s now less of a prickle and more of a dull pain, uncomfortable. “What was that?”
“But—”
And another.
All of your protests are countered by an unkind blow, intensified with every swoop, and you try, with the utmost effort, to hold in your whimpers but it gets jolted out of you. You’re being scolded, and all you can do is take it. If that isn’t enough to make you reel in mortification—the pool of slick building up between your legs—might stop your heart completely. Ruination overwhelms your imagination, and before it gets too far, you obey, hoping he’ll stop before he notices. “Okay, fine. Fine—I’ll behave, okay? Can you let me go now?”
“See how easy that was?” he leers, coyly playing with the lace of your panties, cerulean lace to match the deep blue of your nightgown, and he admires the dedication to craft. It’s a satisfying match. The end of his strikes leave a daunting hush to fill, but as you try to dismiss the ache that cries for his attention, he pries your thighs apart, tightly locked, and slides his palm down your clothed slit. It’s damp.
You try to jump forward. “Don’t you fucking dare—!”
He vigorously smacks your ass to cut your words down, letting it get trapped in a hoarse gasp that thrums against the back of your throat. His palm sinks between your thighs, wrist trapped in between, presses the fabric into your sodden cunt. “It’s wet. What’s goin’ on here?”
“Don’t,” he presses the flat pane of his fingers to your clit, “—wait.”
“Now why would I do that?” he sneers, lifting the fabric, pulling upwards until it sinks between your soaked slit like a thong and tugs purposefully to make sure it presses firmly against your swollen nub. A low chuckle rumbles inside of his chest when your head flops against the side of his thigh, earning throaty gasps that almost resemble frenzied hiccups when he manoeuvres the fabric to just barely scratch the surface.
He’s tugging, and tugging, until your cunt squeezes for more, and he can see the soft lustre of slick—it’s as clear as day.
He continues to display his amusement in soft chortles; torment was his pastime, and he’s enjoying this, whittling you down into nothing but a toy to be played with. Just as you think it’s enough, he smacks your ass once again, hard and fast, an abnormal speed that almost diverts your attention from the prompt pull of your underwear, until he’s dragging it down to your ankles. Your cries of shock—chagrined—ends with another callous strike to your ass.
Two, thick fingers sink down to trap your clit between its slenderness, motioned up and down to stimulate it. “Fuckin’ soaked. Who got you like this?”
Oh, he knows.
This asshole knows (or, he really is oblivious to his own allure—the latter seems impossible).
“I’ll remember your voice,” you shakily threaten—hard not to, his cadence carried a slow twang to it, a level of poise that couldn’t be found in any of the intruders. Perhaps, just aged a little more than the rest, fine wine. It’s difficult to focus on that now when his fingers are squeezing your nub, scissoring, then the flat pane of his digits rub circles around it, causing your legs to flail about in the air, crook upwards, toes curling until it tenses, “—I’ll send you straight to pri—ah!”
He's established a pattern now, cutting your curses and threats short with a harsh blow to your ass, yet overwhelming your senses with the unrelenting motions against your clit. “Don’t get mad at me, princess. With a poor attitude like that, this is just a slap on the wrist.”
“Yeah? How do you think I should—fu—should talk to someone who’s threatening me with a gun? Stealing all my—my—”
“Steal what?” he follows, languidly drawing circles to worsen that ache.
You can’t answer, slacked against his body, cursing under your breath.
“Talk like ya want to live,” he chuckles, answering your question, indulging in how your weak cries erupt whenever he reverts your attention back to him with a cruel smack. “You’re enjoyin’ this a little too much, don’t ya think?”
It’s too much.
A mend of guilt and lust cloyed in your gut builds up, until a mirage is formed before your ears, crafted by budding tears. It’s as though he knows your body; what strings to pull, when to stop, when to start again, prolong your suffering and intensify your desperation. Even as you try to bite down on your whining, soft squelches resound the room when he picks up the pace, applying pressure and rubbing your swollen nub feverishly.
Then he slows down, presses down even harder, and watches you squirm in his lap.
And repeat.
“Let me go,” you shudder, jutting your hips into his thigh. Nothing about your actions can make sense of your tearful pleas. “Let me go! Just take the money and oh g—”
He takes your objection as a sign of wanting more, slowly nudging two of his thick, sticky fingers into your cunt, welcomed with heat, slicked walls that clenches fitfully around him. He stretches his fingers to shape your walls, twists and curls them. “I don’t think you want that.”
You soak his fingers knuckle-deep, feeding his huge ego with noises you fail to keep trapped beneath your tongue. He lets you slack against his lap, works at your pussy with the utmost intensity, motioning them back and forth, returning with a flood of slick. You’re numbed, chest tightened, and your focus is only brought back when he slaps your ass, demanding your attention once more.
Murmurs under his breath, uncaring to whether you can hear, and watches his fingers sink further inside. “Fuck, that’s tight.”
You say whatever comes to mind, incoherent and senseless. “F—f—shit—asshole!”
“What a mouth you got,” he tuts, momentarily tending to your aching nub before crooking his fingers further inside; exploring, caving to the senseless contractions and bumps into every corner he can brush. “What did I say?”
“I’m s—sorry,” you whimper when he intentionally misses the mark. He hums in approval, running the one hand that isn’t defiling you along your back, slinking around your nape to hold your head up, so you can catch him in your peripheral vision—he wants to watch. You can feel his eyes burn into the side of your head, gaze drifting to every contortion on your face, then he curls his fingers just right. Right where you want it; that spot that encourages black splotches to corner your blurry eyesight, moans unfiltered and far too sickly sweet for his own palate.
“Did I move too fast, doll?” he mocks, immediately pulling away.
“No. No, don’t do that.”
“Yeah? Want me to keep rubbin’ right here?” he pretends to be unaware, or so blatant that he wants you to know that it’s just a façade to get you to be more vocal, to beg, returning to that sensitive spot. “This it? That feel good?”
You can only muster an incoherent sound, something of a hum and a cry, nodding fretfully as your cheeks begin to soak your tears.
He watches in awe as you convulse in his lap, sliding his hand further down your neck to keeps you upright. “You want it, don’t ya? Say the word, and I might consider it.”
“I can’t—”
“Ya can’t what? Come?” he taunts, as though he didn’t spend his time torturing you, now relentlessly pushing you to a violent climax. “It’s obvious y'r piece of shit husband doesn’t know how to touch you properly, so it’s up to you, princess.”
“F—fuck. Yes, okay—okay. Please.” You say the word, through gritted teeth, shuddering when he refuses to rest.
Your clenched jaw slacks when he abruptly curls his fingers again, brushing your sweet spot with precision; back arches uncomfortably with your restrictive handcuffs and his hand wrapped around your neck, it moves away to knead at your ass again, to watch the slick run down your thighs—to his lap, and your head flops. Splatters of tears fall to the fuzzy carpet, disappearing in fields of wool. “This tight cunt is drippin’ all over my fingers. You get fucked by intruders often?”
“Shut—shut up,” you whimper, eyes squinting shut as he tugs at that sated pull, the heat in your abdomen spreads. “Just like that—oh my g—”
“Naughty, naughty wife,” he emphasises the word to make you remember where you are, your reality that’ll eventually sink in when he’s done with you. But something hard prods your lower abdomen, and it grows. “Should save us some time and fuck this pussy right now.”
You clamp down on his fingers, refrain from vocally letting him know that you’ll completely break if he doesn’t.
“Oh? Ya want that?”
His fingers fasten, clapping against the plush of your ass, earning louder squelches and wanton moans. Contact connected by strings of slick, and it’s vulgar. You almost forget that there’s still a bunch of intruders in your home, and your chef—
“Oh f—I’m close—oh sir, I’m so cl—”
“Sir? Yeah?” he relishes in the way you formally address him—a sign of respect for a man who doesn’t deserve it. “This pretty pussy really wants someone like me to fuck it?”
“Hm, please. Please.” You shamefully whimper, succumbing to your urges.
But he’s unkind, doesn’t intend on serving your needs right now, and pulls away, ends with a strike louder and harder than all the ones before, distracting you from the hollowness that resides within you. “Too bad. You don’t fuckin’ deserve it.”
He pulls you up using your handcuffs, suddenly hurling you onto the bed to confront the burly man holding a voracious gaze, pins you down with it, both of his arms entrapping you in his shadow.
“Like I said, put that mouth to work,” he echoes as you sink under his weight, the bed unfamiliar but so forgiving to this foreign presence, “…and maybe, just maybe, I’ll consider it.”
Intensely, you reciprocate his ravenous stare.
Your disdain for the intruder returns, it’s coupled with lust this time. “Yes, sir.”
It’s laced in ridicule, and he can tell, scoffing before he yanks you forward, causing you to fall to your knees with a quick thud. His bulge meets you at eye-level, earning a budding eagerness that settles in your gut. He’s slow, unzipping his pants in a pace that has your fingertips clawing at the handcuffs, drawing blood.
When he pulls his briefs down, your jaw slackens, back straightens—it rises, thickens, and his size is monstrous.
You must be losing your mind. “What? Ya like what you see?”
Absolute girth that leads to a rose-burn tip, and it oozes, unpigmented veins that protrude on either side, earns a soft lustre when he thumbs his cockhead, rubs it all over. It’s not enough, so he spits on his hand, swivels around his fat cock to your own dismay; his bulbous tip to the mound of hair that settles above his fisted grip, it sucks you into a hypnotic trance that you can’t get out of.
He holds it, heavy in his hand, and presses the other to your head. “Don’t have all night,” he slurs, directs it to your parted mouth, and it puckers around his leaking tip, following his stare once you’ve wrapped wholly around it. It’s a slight burn to the inner corner of your mouth, but your tongue glides over the thick shaft, carefully whelming his cock. “Just like that, good girl.”
A guttural moan barely draws from his mouth when you hollow your cheeks, half-way there, sucking and bobbing to submerge his cock in the warmth of yours. His neck strains beneath the hem of his mask, jaw clenched, and his hold tightens until your roots begin to tear.
“That mouth can’t take anymore, huh?” he scoffs, forcing you further down his cock. He’s unforgiving, barging past your gritting throat to sink as deep as he can, and he does, clogging your senses with his musk and sheer girth, he begins his merciless thrusts. “Such a slut, letting the big bad guy fuck your throat? How do ya think your husband’s gonna feel when he finds out?”
You scowl at him, wondering if this trespasser had any grit in making your life any more difficult (but you couldn’t test that). You can’t focus beyond his unrelenting thrusts, relaxing your jaw to give him a better opening, slobber slipping down your chin. It’s messy—meeting a mound of hair with every thrust—gargling under the concoction of fluids puddled in your throat. You slicked his cock just right.
But your cunt throbs at the sight of his jade eyes, dazed, squinting as his abdomen flexes, hips stuttering.
You can sense a manic grin behind his mask. His tone is thicker. “What? Do ya think I’m bluffin'?”
His control mildly cracks, desperation seeping through gritted teeth, grinding into the heat of your mouth; it’s a gradual shift to such a cruel pace, holding your head still when his tip settles in your throat, hindering your breath for a few seconds, and returns to drag it along your tongue. He doesn’t even let you hack, cough or catch a meaningful breath, and chases a marble euphoria.
He chuckles through his mask. “Poor wife’s too desperate to get fucked to realise the camera's still on?”
There it is.
The bluff that simply doesn’t exist, because a man of this poise, could never bluff—he delivers.
His grip on your hand loosens, letting you messily bob your head, still dying to satisfy him despite your grasp on the situation. His other hand spins the camera around, directing your attention to the red glimmer in the corner, (it’s still on, if you couldn’t tell). “See your wife, asshole? Ya heard everythin’, right?”
Handcuffed, mouth stuffed full, and the ache between your thighs overwhelm your hindered senses—unsure whether you should be livid that he set up like this or letting him do so in spite of your estranged husband. He huffs in disbelief when you lick a long strip along his length, sucking on his cockhead and nudging the tip of your tongue into his slit, earning a strained hiss.
Strings of snot and saliva connect your cheeks to him, it’s all so wet, coupled with your tears and his persistence.
He thrusts his hips forward, taking back control. “A tight cunt, and a mouth like this, I’d start cherishin’ her,” he breathily mutters, your gurgles are savoured, chased after, and he’s insistent on making it hurt, until it’s permanent, that feeling of his cock shaping your throat. His head lolls back, and you notice the beads of sweat gleaming on his neck. “F—fuck.”
His hips stutter, and he directs all of his attention to you, placing both of his hands on your marbleized cheeks, angling his torso upright to get a clear, self-indulgent look at your face; upturned eyebrows, hollowed cheeks, and webbed eyelashes, like dewdrops. He’s slow with it, observing the way your glazed lips wrap perfectly around his cock—the way he melts into your mouth, sweltering.
It does feed your ego. Even though you’re unable to see his expressions through his mask, he makes no effort to hide it; carnal panting that bleeds through his disguise, eyes squeezing shut and head falling back with every suck. He lowers the camera. “Wanna watch me cum down your wife’s throat?”
You moan at the thought, and he could read you. It’s the rush of it all, (and now you think, surely, the rest of the penthouse couldn’t hear this). It’ll tear through him soon enough—a gale of white.
“Fuckin’ slut. She wants it.” He grunts through his mask, still talking to the camera, and it’s obvious, he clearly had something to prove. He releases you before he breaks. “Nah, I got somethin’ better.”
He gives you a moment to respite, hacking from the pulsation at the back of your throat. Pulls you up by your arms, heaves you towards the bed again, adjusting you on all fours so that your soaked cunt is in clear sight, for him and the camera. “Wait—wait, the camera—”
Interrupts your stammering with a slap to your tender ass, kneading it just to indulge in the slick that makes a mess of you, all the way down to your inner thighs. “I’ll fuck you dumb. Tell me how much you want it.”
“Please.” You beg, muffled by your duvet.
“Don’t think you want it enough,” he tuts, the bed dips beneath him and he positions himself behind you. “A mouth that loose never knows how to beg. Try again. Loud and clear.”
His thick tip rubs along your slit. You’re already humiliated by the situation, and the camera beeps to make you aware, the brunt of your dilemma lied with your stubbornness. You lift your head from the duvet, and grit through your teeth. “Can you please just fuck me. Hard—fuck me hard, please. I want it so bad.”
“Better.” He nods. “Ya hear that?” he speaks to the camera—reminding you that this is for your husband; your submission and this vulgar display of betrayal. Whoever this is, behind that mask, has you, wholly and completely. He lightly smacks your ass in approval, looms over you to conceal the lewd sight of your cunt leaking for him, slapping his cockhead against your swollen clit.
You want to run, in spite of your loose tongue, an intense burn rendering you feeble when he slowly sinks in, stifled grunts seeping through his mask. It bleeds through. Instead, you clamp down, and he pulls you back with a bruising force to nudge most of his girth inside, keeps muttering under his breath: “f—so tight, so fuckin’ tight.”
He's barely bottomless, yet you already feel so full. He hooks his grip onto you, and pounces.
“Ugh—!”
Skin-to-skin contact, connected by twines of your slick, and lecherous moans reverberate the bedroom, and you probably envision it sounding much worse recorded (or, maybe he intended on it looking like a homemade porno involving some heavy “roleplaying”), sinking into the duvet as if it were a cocoon. Fucks you just as you want it. It becomes much more difficult to let the undoubted sin settle in at this point. Every argument against getting fucked by this masked intruder glares red until it doesn’t, because he’s already fucked every coherent thought out of you.
Not when it feels this good. Not when that cloyed heat is ready to spread; coating his cock in so much slick that obscene squelches flatten against your bodies. Wanton moans that’ll plague your husband for weeks, months, maybe even years if this video gets out—a wretched memento in the form of a videotape, for the deserter; it isn’t him that’s fucking you this good.
These isn’t fake—it’s real.
To your discontent, your nightgown clings to your perspiring skin, all sticky and sweltering, as if you’re made of marble, and the both of you are still clothed in some way. The desire to see him nude grows by the minute; how sheen might cover his undulating chest, how his bare bulky arms would flex as he bounces you on his cock—
“You up?” he says, interrupting your indecent train of thoughts. “Don’t tell me you’re already givin’ out on me?”
“No, no—fuck, just feels so good,” you blubber, fighting through the heaviness of your eyelids. He hums in response, playing with the metal cuffs, before his movements start to hit a little harder; a small thud eliciting as he meets your ass, speeding up his thrusts. “Faster—just like that, ugh!”
“Yeah?” he chortles, slipping out to place you sideways, so this way, your eyes that teem with desperation meet the galling red, it flickers with your fluttering eyelids. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, and rams into your sopping cunt. “Let em’ know how good I’m fuckin’ you.”
“M’ so good,” drool trickles down the side of your mouth, barely comprehending his request as his cock drills into your cunt, unrelenting. It doesn’t help that he’s hitting the right spot, grinding into it, filling you to the brim and paying close attention to every pathetic whine that escapes you. “Harder—sir, please, fuck me harder.”
“Harder?” He repeats, shortly slips out once again and slaps his tip against your engorged clit. “Poor wife doesn’t get fucked the way she wants? Made her all desperate. C’mere.”
He sits up to haul you up onto his lap, into another position, but still in perfect view for the camera, with your legs pried apart by his burly thighs and your back pressed against his front. Bearing your sights to the red light that remains on; he’s aligning his cock with your cunt once more, heavy panting seeping through his mask, and it warms your neck.
You hastily sink down on his cock once more, trembling as his hands knead at your waist, wordlessly coaxing you through his girth. The restraints make it difficult for you to keep balanced, but his arms circle around your abdomen, trapping you in the heat of his embrace. You’re submerged in it, grinding hastily once he nearly bottoms out.
“Pretty fuckin’ nightgown, hm?” he observes the flimsy material, resting his chin on your shoulder as the straps slip off, “…bet it’s expensive,” he goes on, traces the hem with his finger, and it feels familiar, “...might have to take this with me too.”
Your head droops back onto his shoulder, hoping that he’ll just rip off that mask and blemish your skin with salivated marks, but alas, he focuses on your nightgown. Dazed, your soft grinding sparks another return of that heat, scorching, but you’re completely unprepared for when he pulls your nightgown down from the neckline, a strident rip following his forceful tug.
His hands instantly draw to your breasts, tugging and pinching at your aching nipples while you jump on his thick cock, feet flattered against the bed. Your bounces are sporadic, followed by eager grinding; it’s staggered, and sloppy, unable to balance yourself with your hands constrained like this. Your blurry gaze avoids the camera as you chase your orgasm, recoiling when you unintentionally slip further down, feeling a sudden intrusion, a burning kiss to the rim of your cervix.
He groans loudly when you do so, firmly grips your hips to force you down his entire shaft, and it’s mind-numbing.
“Oh—fuck! Too deep.” You whine, sensing his carnal desire sink in, and it does. He lifts your legs up by your knees, slowly thrusting his hips upwards as your wetness sloshes around his cock.
“You can take it. You want it harder, right?” he breathlessly utters (just like you asked). He pays no mind to your apprehension—a mend of pain and pleasure spreading like wildfire, and he’s sadistic, completely bottoms out and picks up a merciless pace.
His balls slap against your sodden cheeks, being held in a near full-nelson, hands snaked beneath your knees to hook around your neck, and breasts bouncing with every thrust. It doesn’t go unnoticed. It’s ear-splitting; the only sounds that boom through your residence are your undisputed pornographic moans, his laboured panting and the noisy clapping of his skin meeting yours. But you’re too fucked out to care, feeling your climax rise and rise until it sits in your gut in one hysterical coil, just eager to burst.
An undoubted fact; it's terrible that a trespasser is fucking you this good, and it should anger you, but it only intensifies your desire—it’s unconventional, and downright bad, and you succumb to his thick cock. He removes his hands from your head, fingers suddenly reach out for your clit, as though he can read you, rubbing relentlessly as you tremble around him. “I'm cumming—!”
“Yeah?” He breathily whispers against your ear, “…cum all over my cock. Make sure you scream loud and clear for me, hm?”
“Ugh—! Sir!”
Gushing all over his cock, splashes of slick spurting off his rapid fingertips and his pounding, you convulse against his brute force. Your teary eyes peer down at the mess, sheer horror contorting your face, but he continues to fuck it out of you—picks up the pace, in awe of you squirting all over him. “F—, you’re makin’ such a mess. Don’t fuckin’ stop—keep cummin’ for me.”
It pours all over him, onto your thighs, his thighs, your stomach and your carpet. He doesn’t stop thrusting, pressing his fingers onto your oversensitive clit with even more force. Clear slick, light and thin, irregularly spurts out of you, and your thighs close around his remorseless motions, far too sensitive to go on. You only manage to trap his arm between your thighs, encouraging the hasty taps he places on your swollen nub.
He pulls his arm from you, momentarily digging through his pants that rest just above his knees.
“Bet ya dying for someone to fill you right up,” he hoarsely growls, following a sudden click. He uncuffs you, and your arms loosen, muscles still tense when the handcuffs get thrown across the bed. There’s a gnawing hope that he might use this chance to embrace you, but instead, his thrusts speed up again, the warmth of his chest waning as he lies down, hammering into your cunt with the utmost desire. It’s animalistic. “Take it.”
Your hands immediately reach for his thighs, gripping tightly as your cunt milks him dry. “Slow down.”
“You wanted this, doll,” he spits, pulling you down against his chest so that your head slumps over his shoulder once again. He bends his knees upwards, lifting his hips to glide his cock between your walls, meeting a delicious crush. His arms wrap around your waist and neck, and he carelessly squeezes. “Should’ve known you were a slut, fit into you perfectly. Fuck.”
“Let—let me see you,” you beg, succumbing to his merciless thrusts. “Please.”
“Uh, uh, not tonight, baby,” he coolly responds, hips stuttering. His balls slap against your ass, chasing the most insanely, lewd sounds of your cum coating his cock. He’s so close, frenzied, stuttering . “F—fuck, gonna fill this sweet cunt up. Make it all mine.”
You fondle your breasts. “Make it all yours.”
Holding your legs up, he pushes his cock further in, spurting his cum inside of you in one prolonged moment. His balls tighten and a rush of heat sprays your insides and it’s never been this filling. You clench around him, feeling your arousal swell into another rush of heat but he slows down, making sure it stays inside, eases your need to go again.
His cock slowly slips out, and clear white oozes out of your cunt shortly after, with staggered, lazy breathing circling this thick stillness. You fail to remove yourself from his embrace, all alarms in your mind (strangely resembling your security alarms that woke you up at this odd hour) blaring loudly as reality settles in.
Did an intruder seriously just give you the best fuck of your life?
On camera?
He carefully places you next to him, clearly not as exhausted as you are as he gets off the bed, adjusting his clothes and walks up to the camera. He briefly turns back to you; satisfied to find you drained and smeared with cum and sweat before he turns off the camera, following a chesty chuckle that’ll probably plague your filthy dreams. Riddled with guilt and fatigue, your lidded eyes submit to its heaviness.
“Your fingerprints…—they’re all over the place.” You tiredly mutter. You don’t why you’re even concerned, and before you try to find him, he’s already hovering over you.
For some reason, you crave more.
“He won’t do anything,” he chuckles, grabbing your chin, swiping a thumb across your glossy lips. “Because he knows exactly what’ll happen if he does, and you know what,” he leans further to whisper at your ear, and the next few words make your heart lurch to your throat once again. his fingers trail downwards, slowly rubbing your sensitive nub, coating itself in your slick once again. You flinch. “If he does end up seein’ this part of the video, he’ll know exactly who just fucked his wife.”
Silence overtakes you, trying to register the meaning of his words as he slowly saunters out of your room.
“Nice place by the way.”
author's note this is a reupload [and rewritten and made longer because my writing is always changing]. hope u enjoyed! i still love masked toji <3
Synopsis: Kissing your friend's dad, the man that comforts you after you cry to him - it leads to new things.
CW: fem!reader. size kink/difference. age gap. fingering. cunnilingus. car sex. plot twist at the end.
Blank eyes stared at the car coming to full stop next to the sidewalk, your gaze flickered to the person who rolled down the window.
Megumi’s father, Toji, his head was tilted as he leaned to call out for you, “hop in, kid,” he smiles, motioning with two fingers for you to enter the unlocked car. Normally, you’d have a small, harmless fight with him about not having to pick you up, even though he was just passing by your school after his work. The fatigue, and gloom that laid heavy on your back were not allowing you any room to decline his offer for this once. Toji’s smile stretches wider when you got into the car quietly, his eyes narrowed for a brief moment, not liking the way you were too quiet, or the way you didn’t even put your seatbelt as soon as you were sat, like you usually do.
“Rough day?” He asks, leaning towards you to reach for the belt. You turn your head at the same time he leaned closer, your faces only inches apart as your eyes went wide before you turned; missing the way his eyes landed on your lips.
“No, it was fine,” your little lie went on deaf ears, along the click of your seatbelt locking in. You hear him suck on his teeth, letting out a gruff sigh that had your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach. Your head snapped towards with tears bubbling in your widened doe eyes, Toji’s brows are raised as he watched you with a hint of confusion on his features.
“Hey, heyy…what’s wrong?” He asks, reaching a hand to cup your face. The gesture would be a small, and kind one, but you felt the heat rushing to your face at the feeling of his big hand on your face. It was warm…and very big, so big that you believed he can hold your head with one hand, and let your body dangle like it’s nothing but an empty sack.
Toji glances at your bottom lip being tucked between your teeth, you tried to hold your sobbing, but he was making it harder with the way he let a thumb brush to caress against your cheek. Breaking out into a sobbing mess next to your friend’s father, and the same man who you secretly yearned for, and simultaneously fearing what he’d think of you for seeing him that way.
Was he annoyed at you? Mad at you? Disappointed? What was it that made him audibly tsk.
Whatever it was, you did not want or need any more things to worry about for the rest of the day. Lifting a hand to wrap around his wrist, you fruitlessly try to push him away, even when your heart was refusing the way your body acted.
“C’mon, kid. Tell me what’s wrong. Who do I need to beat up for you?”
“It’s nothing, I’m just tired. Please just take me home,” your voice was low, exhaustion seeped through the air.
Toji frowned momentarily before he sighed, finally letting go of your face, leaving behind skin that went cold at the loss of his touch. You wipe at your face, feeling abashed at the burst of the emotion you hated the most.
Minutes passed by, your head rested against the window while you watched the street lights coming to life as the sun had began to set. Toji tapped a random beat on the wheel while waiting at the red light, you didn’t miss the wrong exit that he took when the light went green, causing you to sit up and look at him questioningly.
“Toji-san…”
“We’re going to the mall, buy all you want, it’s my treat for being a good girl at school,” he did says while watching the road. You were taken aback, how does he even know…? Maybe, Megumi told him. Yeah, sounds reasonable.
“Your mother told me last night, you scored a perfect grade on last week’s competition. Good job, I’m proud of you,” he turns to smile at you, but he was met with yet another sobbing face.
“Wha- hey, what’s is going on with you today?” He stuttered, looking back and forth between you and the road. You continued to cry, warm cascades streamed down your face as his words repeated in your head.
Good job, I’m proud of you.
Good job, I’m proud of you.
Good job, I’m proud of you.
Fuck, how good it felt to hear those words from him.
The car comes to a full stop, again, Toji parked at a cornered lot that was away from most cars. You gnawed at your lip, picking at the sleeves of your uniform as you quietly sniffled. Your body went cold and rigid, in the corner of your eye, you saw Toji turning to face you. He abruptly grabs your face with both hands, involuntary forcing you to look straight to his eyes. Your hands instinctively flew to hold onto his forearms.
“Say what’s wrong or we’re not going home,” he speaks, calmly.
You knew you had no way out of this, so, you finally answered, “my dad,” your bottom lip quivered, “he’s always at work, but when he’s back home he always screams, and starts problems for no reason.”
“And this happened today, too?”
You nod, still holding eye contact. “This morning, before school…he found out that yesterday I got a score lower than usual, then he-,” unable to hold back a sob, you cried, again.
Toji scowled, he rarely sees your father, and whenever he did; it was always late at night or very early in the mornings. Toji didn’t know what it was, but he always hated seeing that man so far, let alone hearing about him making your days harder than they already are.
“There, there,“ he clicks the belt away, letting you free from its hold, so he can pull you into his embrace. Your eyes went wide, once again, the warmth of his body enveloping you under him, it made your head dizzy. His scent invades your senses, the thick, muscular arms tightening around you every time you sniffled, with a hand behind your head caressing you gently. “Go ahead and cry it all out,” he whispers. “I bet he’s such an asshole if he managed to make the best girl feel this way.”
A few minutes went by, you had quieted down your sobbing, Toji loosened his arms to allow you some room to choose wether you wanted to move or stay longer.
“Good girls have it hard,” he chuckles.
Your arms found their way around his body, subconsciously feeling the hardness of his well built muscles as they snaked around his huge physique. Nuzzling into his chest, and inhaling the cologne you loved smelling on him.
Suddenly, you moved to stand on your knees, having made Toji stare at you in confusion when you leaned closer, you didn’t know what you were doing either, it was too late to think any further because your lips were already touching each other’s.
Toji shuts his eyes, his hands firmly grabbing your hips as you wobbled into his lap. You never knew what it was like to be drunk, yet you believed that it was the same thing you felt with Toji’s lips on yours.
His left arm snaked around your waist to hold you, while the other grabbed the back of your head to pull you closer than you already are; deepening the kiss. Tongues and teeth clashed, his tongue was longer and wider, you felt small, so small that it made you weak in the knees. Moaning into his mouth when you felt the solid length kissing your pooling heat. His cock rubbed against your clothed cunt, panties drenched with your arousal as you rolled your hips on his length, causing him to groan deeply.
Toji grabs your hair to force your greedy mouth away, he almost smirked at your terrified face, finding it amusing how you acted without thinking of the consequences.
“I never thought that you’d be a horny teen,” he teases, “have you fucked Megumi?” His question was unexpected, even to himself.
“No-!”
“Ya like older men, eh?” Toji’s thumb swipes across your lips as he licks his own.
“…I like you only,” you answered hesitantly, finding it useless to lie after what you’ve done.
“Oh? Well, I’m flattered to hear that,” Toji grins widely. You felt your heartbeat calming down, hearing his words made the fright in you die away. Your lips curved into a smile, your eyes almost sparkled like the stars at night , and the world had become colorful for the first time in a while. You felt euphoric just by looking at his assuring smile. Leaning to kiss him again, only to be stopped by his hand grabbing your hair again. “Hold on, baby,” he grunts, fidgeting around to click a button that changed the car’s seats. The first and second backseats adjacent together into one piece that could be used as a bed, you gaped at the new technology, finding it quite amusing.
The driver’s seat bent backwards, Toji moved into the backseats with you held tightly in his hands. He positions you on your back, beneath him, smiling upon you as you shyly watch him.
“Just relax and enjoy yourself, mk?” He brushes the back of his knuckles against your cheek. You could only nod at him, finding it difficult to form any words out agitation.
Toji’s big hands run down your sides, letting his hands touch to study every curve they came across. He hoists your skirt up, smirking down at the soaked patch on your panties. He presses two thick fingers and runs them along your slit, brushing them gently against your clit, causing your hips to buck as you tried to follow after his hand.
“Patience,” he chuckles. Your squeal of a gasp bounced of the doors when Toji’s mouth cupped over your clothed cunt, his eyes flickered towards you foggy ones to watch the twisted features you make when he flicks his tongue onto your clit. He groans into you when your eyes turned doe-like, yearningly gazing at him, begging him to do more, to touch you more, to praise you for being so good for him.
Toji pushes your panties to the side, rifling his digits between your folds, he halts right at your sopping entrance, grinning and admiring the glistening essence dripping into his fingers.
Practically tearing the panties apart, Toji couldn’t help but bury his face into your pussy; deeply inhaling the addicting scent of your arousal. Your thighs clenched around his head at the stimulation on your clit from having him pressed against your core.
“You’re pretty everywhere,” he kisses your labia, sliding his tongue to your inner folds after each brush of his lips. “My prettiest girl,” he moans, slipping one thick finger past your hole, causing you to audibly gasp. “So tight, gotta loosen you up.”
Thrusting his finger to kiss your walls deeply, he adds another to stretch you out, but he knew they weren’t enough, so he added a third. Tears prickled at your eyes from the slight pain of having such big fingers being fucked into you, they were completely different from using your own fingers. He reached places you never thought you even had, rotating and curling his fingers, and simultaneously lapping your slick over your clit. His tongue covered half of your cunt, swirling and prodding at your precious pearl until your thighs shook violently. Your hands found purchase in his hair, gripping tightly while your chest heaved for shallow gasps to slip past your lips. Toji’s cheeks were shiny with your wetness, messily wiggling his head like an insatiable beast, he picked up the pace of both his fingers and tongue. Sucking gently before rolling your clit with the tip of his thick tongue.
His unoccupied arm forced your thighs further apart, holding your legs with his forearm until your feet were touching the ceiling as he continued to eat you enthusiastically. Your back arched for your orgasm was scorching hot in the pit of your womb as it burst on his tongue like a water balloon. Warm cream covering his lower face, Toji’s tongue poked out to collect it all from his lips before hovering about you, he takes your mouth horizontally; making the kiss even more filthy.
You tasted yourself from his tongue when he intertwines with you, slobber had drooled down your chin as your eyes almost crossed when he ground his bulge against your sensitive nub. Gasping into his mouth, your legs wrapped around his waist, uncertain if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer.
“Fuuckk,” he groans, “I need this pussy around my cock, can you take it?” He looks at you through his lustful gaze. You nod, humming with enthusiasm. “That’s my good girl,” he pecks your lips.
Leaning backwards to unzip his pants, Toji’s cock stands proudly in front of your widened eyes. It was huge, just as you expected, yet you were still perplexed at the size. The slit of his head was already leaking with pre-cum, his hand rubs at the head to gather it, and smear it around his cock. You were practically gawking at him, that thing is supposed to go in you?
Toji pumps himself a few times, his unoccupied hand brushed along the plush of your inner thighs, soothingly. “Close your mouth before I end up fucking it,” his lips twisted into a side grin. “Unless, you’d like me to do that?” He drags his length between your folds, sending shockwaves of pleasure surging through your veins.
“Please,” you plead. “Fuck me, Toji-san.”
Toji’s grin widened to show pearly whites, he bends to take your mouth, once again, while simultaneously positioning his cock against your entrance. Too distracted by the overwhelming kiss, you missed the feeling of his bulbous head sliding past your hole, until his girth began to stretch you more. You whimpered, holding into his biceps as his hips rolled to push his cock all the way in.
“Shh, the pain will be brief,” he coos, “you can take it, I know you can,” Toji kisses your jaw, trailing more down the side of your neck as he waits for you to adjust.
“Please…” you whispered, finding yourself desperately wanting him to pound you into the oblivion.
A chortle rippled from the back of his throat, Toji began to roll his hips, thrusting into your greedy pussy. He groans huskily at the loud squelching of your cunt sucking him in with force, gummy walls clamping down to envelope his cock so perfectly that he believed you were made to belong to him. His arms snaked around you, holding you with such gentleness as if his hips weren’t snapping violently enough to bruise your skin. As if the tip of his cock wasn’t kissing your cervix. As if he wasn’t the one that gave your slutty teacher his cock so she can give you a lower score. As if he was not the one who told your dad about your score.
Truly, he wasn’t expecting you to kiss him, but it made things easier, and he did not feel an ounce of remorse.
He grinned into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent sharply.
Summary: Toji Fushiguro is hired to kill a woman- An absurd amount of money for her head. But she's simply too beautiful for him to not have some fun first.
He forgets about his job until the tables are turned on him.
Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f. and m. receiving), Spitting, Vaginal Fingering, Creampie, Attempted Murder, Toji is a hit man, Mentions of murder and a gun and knife
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Toji doesn’t question any of his jobs as long as the money he’s paid is good. That’s why he didn’t question why someone was willing to pay ten million yen for the head of a twenty-something year old woman. He doesn’t ask much details when he’s about to do a job, just the name and a picture of the person.
When Toji got your picture, he almost felt guilty for even looking at you without your permission. He had never seen someone so drop-dead gorgeous, and he felt tempted to decline the job, thinking that such pure blood couldn’t be on his hands. But he knew your looks have nothing to do with this. With the little information he got, he knew you were a sorcerer. He never got if you were part of a clan or not, or any actual reason for your death, but they wanted you gone.
Toji thinks with his dick a lot, but this wasn’t one of those instances. He felt bad, sure, but he wasn’t going to turn down that much money for a woman he had never met. So he made a plan, and now he sits at a bar, drinking water as he waits for you to step into the place. With some help he figured out what your weekly routine is. And on Fridays you decide to go out for a drink. So he patiently waits for you to enter the place.
Time feels so slow as he glances at the door, waiting for you to step into the place. It’s still quite early, but he’s been at the same spot for half an hour, not attempting to make conversation with anyone else. A couple of women have come up to him, trying to initiate something, but Toji shrugged them off. He’s only looking for one person, and none of those women are nearly as stunning as you are.
“Waiting for someone?” The bartender asks, and Toji hums in response. He doesn’t share any details though. There’s no need. Toji keeps looking at the door, and his eyes light up when the door opens and you walk through. He’s a minute closer to getting the money he was promised.
His eyes follow your body as you immediately approach a table, walking over to your friends. You wear a little black dress that hugs your body extremely well, it almost makes the man forget why he’s there. You simply look stunning, even better than the picture he was shown, which he didn’t think was possible. But he remembers why he’s here.
He didn’t expect you to meet up with your friends, so he has to slightly change his plans. He tears his eyes off you when you look back, he hadn’t noticed your friends had been looking at him and had begun to point at him. Great, now he just looks like a creep, however, he doesn’t worry too much about it. There’s no need for formalities, really. He could just get you alone, kill you, and bring your body to the person that hired him. That’s what he does every single time but tonight he doesn’t want to do it like that.
Someone so beautiful deserves a little bit more. It’s a horrible mindset, but Toji is a horrible person.
“Hey.” He hears, and he turns his head to look at you. You’re smiling at him, and he wonders what you’re going to say. You know he was staring at you, yet you don’t look like you’re about to call him out for it. Quite the opposite. “Is this seat taken?”
“No, go ahead.” His voice is stern as he speaks. You notice how he holds a glass of water, or perhaps it’s straight vodka. You’ll never know because you’ll never question it. He watches as you tell the bartender your drink of choice to start off the night. You look at the handsome man that’s next to you before confidently saying,
“My friends told me you were checking me out.” You tell him. Each year you get older and realize there’s no point in holding back. You don’t lose anything by telling him that you find him attractive. Worst he can do is reject you, “And I have to say, you’re very handsome.”
“Hmm… I am?” He raises a brow while he turns to look at you. He licks his lips, once again looking over you. He brings his glass up to his lips and takes a sip, which is when you figure out that it’s water since he had no reaction to the liquid. “What’s your name, darling?”
You tell him your first name, which further confirms he’s got the right woman. You bat your eyelashes at him, hoping he introduces himself without you having to ask. As your glass is placed in front of you, he says, “That’s a very beautiful name.”
“What’s your name?” You end up asking when he doesn’t introduce himself. You bring your drink up to your lips and begin to sip while you wait for the man to say something. He takes a long time to speak a word. He’s debating if he should use his real name. It wouldn’t be smart for him to do so, but in the end it won’t matter.
At the end of the night, you’ll be dead.
“Toji.” He answers. You smile at him as you think of what to say next. You really aren’t interested in a conversation, in fact, you only want one thing from him. Of course, you won’t immediately just ask him to leave the place to have sex, you’ll talk to him a bit more.
“I haven’t seen you around here before, Toji.” You say, and the way that his name rolls off your tongue has him hooked. He feels his face get warm, and he can only imagine his cheeks getting a pinkish color, so he turns his face away from you. The lighting of the place isn’t great, yet he’s scared that it’ll be noticeable in the low light.
“You come here a lot?” He asks, and you end up humming in response.
“Every Friday night. Just to unwind with friends after a long week.” You share. He didn’t know that detail. He doesn’t usually ask for details, mainly because that makes his victims too human. Toji will do anything for money and he doesn’t feel guilty. But having you tell him something as simple as that won’t make him feel his best about his job. “How about you? Why did you decide to come here?”
“I’m new to the area, and saw this place.” He shares.
You two begin to converse and find out about each other. You tell him miniscule things about yourself, while he does the same. Majority of the things that he tells you don’t seem genuine though. It’s believable enough, but it just doesn’t seem honest. Yet you don’t care.
You get lost in insignificant conversation so much so that you don’t feel two hours pass by. You’ve had a little too much to drink by then, and have gotten a bit too touchy with Toji. Your hands are on his arms, and you lightly slap it when he tells a joke that isn’t all that funny. He finds himself laughing as well.
“How about we…” You begin to whisper in his ear. Toji’s hands are on your waist, helping you maintain your balance as you stand. Instead of finishing your sentence, you begin to kiss Toji’s face. He’s forgetting about his task. Your lips finally press against his, and he allows himself to get lost in the soft skin. A complete stranger is kissing him, and his palms are getting unreasonably sweaty. Toji has had one night stands before– Too many to count, but he’s never felt like this while kissing them. Maybe it’s because he knows that after this, it’ll all be over.
He shouldn’t even be thinking about sleeping with you, but when you say, “Let’s go back to my apartment” when you pull away from his lips, his mind is hazy and he hums in response. Maybe it’s your cursed technique or something similar that has such an effect on him. But he has to remember what he was hired to do. He won’t let some momentarily feeling get in the way of his prize.
After closing your tab, the two of you begin to walk to your apartment. Your place is not too far away, it’s a five minute walk from the bar. Which he already knew. You happily talk to him, and from your speech he can tell that you’re sobering up, but you’re not planning to stay sober for too long.
You get to your place, and he walks in, unsure of where to go next. You walk past him and go to the kitchen to grab two glasses of wine and open a bottle. You don’t care to ask if he actually drinks. You’ll just pour two glasses, talk a bit more, and then have sex. At least that’s what you think will happen.
“Please, take a seat.” You tell him, and he awkwardly looks around before going to the couch and taking a seat. His eyes inspect the place, noticing how it’s a bit disorganized. Next to him is a pretty white dress that most likely was going to be your choice for the night. He notices how sheer it is and how small it looks, which makes him glad you chose the black dress. Had you worn that dress, he would’ve died on the spot. You walk up to him with two glasses filled to the brim, “Sorry for the mess. I wasn’t expecting any guests.”
“It’s fine.” He responds, taking the glass from your hands. You take a seat right on his lap, after all, the plans you have with him involve more than just sitting on his lap. There’s no point in holding back. He feels his face get warm, and he distracts himself by looking at the glass of wine. “Man, you’re really trying to get me drunk.”
“I did overdo it a bit.” You tell him, taking a sip from your glass. He puts his glass down on the end table, his hands focusing on roaming through your body. “Not much of a drinker, now?”
“Alcohol isn’t really my thing.” He comments, his fingertips feathering over your thighs before they go up to the hem of your dress. His fingers begin to trace lazy circles on your skin, completely forgetting what he’s here to do. You end up putting your glass on the coffee table, focusing completely on him.
“Hmm, so what’s your thing?” You say, lightly biting down your bottom lip.
“Pretty girls like you.” He responds, his lips placing a kiss on your jaw before his teeth begin to nibble on your earlobe. You smirk, your hands feeling the well built body that hides behind a thin black shirt. You get off his lap and get on your knees on the hardwood floor. God, he’d curse himself for being so dumb. He has a gun in his pants, and a pocketknife in his pocket. Yet he isn’t thinking about that when you’re undoing his belt and pulling down his pants.
Your eyes glance at the gun, but you don’t say anything about it, instead you smirk knowing that he hasn’t noticed the fact that you know. Your hand wraps around his cock and you slowly begin to pump his length. “I hope I’m special.”
“Oh, you are.” He answers before your tongue begins to swirl around the tip of his cock. He watches as you do so, biting his bottom lip. Your hand keeps stroking his dick while your tongue keeps licking the tip of his cock, until you finally wrap your mouth around his dick.
It’s too much for you to take it all, so you take as much as you can in your mouth, your hands moving the parts that you can’t fit inside. You bob your head slowly, your eyes looking up at Toji who is clearly enjoying this. His cheeks are pink while he bites down on his lip. It makes you wonder if he’s touch-deprived or if you’re just really good at this.
“Oh, fuck–” He ends up throwing his head back after awkwardly holding eye-contact with you for a couple of seconds. He’ll admit that you look better than ever while your mouth is wrapped around his cock, but looking at each other while he gets head is just awkward. Especially when he has very specific plans to kill you, and he won’t back down. Obviously, his plans have been pushed back. He’ll get his dick wet and then do it. As horrifying as it sounds.
You take your mouth off his cock, your tongue running down his shaft and going to his balls. Your mouth begins to suck on his balls while your hand pumps his cock. His eyes are rolling to the back of his head while you work your magic. Fuck, this isn’t even supposed to be happening. But it is and he’s so close to coming.
Your tongue licks up to his tip, and your mouth wraps around his cock again. Your eyes once again focus on his face, although it’s thrown back as he grunts. “S’ good. Love your mouth.”
His cock twitches and he releases in your mouth. So much cum fills up your mouth, and some of it dribbles down to your chin. You take your mouth off his cock and he finally looks at you. He brings his thumb down to your chin and picks up his cum, then brings it to your lips. He swipes his thumb on your tongue. His hand then goes under your chin and he turns your head. “You’re so beautiful.”
You get off the floor and grab his hand. You pull him up from the couch and begin to guide him to your bedroom. Your bedroom is even more disorganized than the living room, but he doesn’t notice because all that’s going through his mind is the fact he’s about to fuck you, and it feels like a dream.
Your hands go to your side and you pull down your zipper, beginning to take off your dress. He watches, his eyes lighting up as he sees that you’re only wearing panties. His hand goes to your back and he pulls you closer to him. His lips meet yours for a brief second before his lips go down, from your neck to your breasts. His lips wrap around your nipple and he sucks, while his hand plays with the other.
He detaches his mouth from your nipple and kisses his way to your other nipple before his lips wrap around your other nipple. You softly moan while he does so. When he unlatches, he picks you up and puts you down on the bed. He spreads your legs apart and pushes your panties to the side before he gets on his knees.
His tongue runs through your cunt before it focuses on flicking your clit. You softly moan while his fingers go up to your mouth. He shoves his fingers in your mouth, getting them wet with your saliva before he brings them down and runs them through your folds. He pushes his middle and ring finger inside of you and you loudly moan.
“Oh, Toji-” You shut your eyes as he curves his fingers just right. The pad of his fingers brush against your sweet spot repeatedly. His tongue works just right, and you bite down your bottom lip so you’re not so loud. The walls are thin, and the last thing you want is for the neighbors to hear this. “You’re doing such a good job.”
And his ears are happy with what you say and with the moans that leave your lips. Oh and his tongue is also happy because you taste so fucking good. He’s definitely happy he’s getting to do this. At this point he’s completely forgotten what he came here to do.
“Fuck– It’s so good!” You arch your back, feeling as your orgasm begins to build up. Your thighs begin to squeeze his head, and your mind begins to get cloudy. You definitely don’t regret bringing him over.
Toji’s mouth begins to suck on your clit as your orgasm gets closer and closer. It’s so fucking good for the both of you. You get louder and louder with every passing second, until your legs spasm, reaching your orgasm. You moan his name really loud, and it’s the sweetest melody that he’s ever come across.
He takes his fingers out and detaches himself from your clit, standing up. He begins to get undressed, taking off his shirt before his pants follow. He makes sure that weapons are hidden by clothes before he completely focuses on you. You truly look like a goddess as you lay down on the bed, and he’s mesmerized. He’s never seen someone so beautiful before.
“You’re so beautiful.” He comments stroking his cock before he runs the tip through your folds. His other hand goes to your lower back and he lifts your upper body. His lips meet yours, his tongue going inside your mouth and pressing against yours. He slowly pushes his cock inside of you, and you moan into his mouth.
His cock definitely feels bigger than it looks, and it feels so good. You pull away from the kiss, and he brings his lips together, gathering up saliva before he spits in your mouth. It’s so fucking nasty but you love it, swallowing it. “Oh you’re such a nasty bitch.”
“I am.” You answer. One arm is wrapped around his shoulders, while the other goes down, your hand playing with your clit. “Your dick’s so good.”
“Oh? Is it?” He questions. He picks up speed with every thrust, getting lost in your cunt. His lips meet yours again in a sloppy kiss, muffling any sounds from the both of you. This feels so fucking good, by this point he’s forgotten about the ten million yen prize. He doesn’t want to leave you after this. “You’ve got such a sweet little pussy.”
Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you feel another orgasm approach. He just hits every spot and it makes your body feel so good. Every movement is enough to send you over the edge, and he’s relentless. You pull away from the kiss to moan, “Oh fuck! Toji!”
You reach your climax, your pussy feeling incredible around him. So tight and warm. He rapidly keeps thrusting in and out of you, chasing his release. He’s moaning your name, coming so close to finishing.
His thrusts get sloppy until he finally comes to a stop, filling you up with his cum. He shouldn’t have done that, but he doesn’t care. And neither do you. He pulls out and lays down beside you on the bed. Now would be the perfect time to grab a weapon and do the job.
But he isn’t thinking of that. He catches his breath and turns his face to look at you, admiring your beauty, “You’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you.” You answer, smiling at him. He’s decided that he’ll push his plan to tomorrow morning.
The next morning Toji wakes up next to you and his mind is all over the place. He doesn’t exactly remember much. Maybe that you had sex a couple more times until you both passed out— That and that he pushed back his plan of killing you.
He’s been stalling his plan simply because you’ve captivated him, and he can’t afford that. Not with the amount of money that’s on the line. You seem to be sleeping peacefully next to him, which would allow him to grab a pillow and just do the job. But he doesn’t.
He gets off the bed, grabs his clothes and begins to look for the bathroom. Once he finds it, he uses the toilet. Once he’s done he looks over himself in the mirror. When did he become so pathetic for a woman? Last time that happened was too long ago. It’s just extremely disappointing that he pushed his plans back because he found the woman too beautiful. But for some reason so much weight has been lifted from him.
He notices the mouthwash on the sink and opens the bottle, pouring some on the cap and then bringing it up to his lips. While he rinses, there’s a knock on the door. “Uh… Give me a sec!”
But the door opens. His eyebrows furrow and he turns to look at you. You’re just wearing your panties, your hands behind your back as you sweetly smile, “Good morning, Toji!”
“Good morning.” He’s rather cold this morning. You take small steps to get closer to him.
“How’d you sleep?” You question.
“I’m still tired.” He confesses and you chuckle.
“You wouldn’t be so tired if you had drank the wine.” You tell him, and he finds himself confused.
“Does wine help you sleep or something?” He questions. When you’re close enough, your hands come to the front, but you’re not empty handed. Toji feels the barrel press against his abdomen, and that’s the weight he felt that had been lifted. He puts his hands up in the air.
“The great Toji Zenin was after me, I feel honored.” You begin, and Toji is bewildered. “The sorcerer killer… I want to know who hired you, but I also want to keep it a surprise.”
“You knew?” He asks the obvious, causing you to laugh.
“Of course I knew. I was surprised you didn’t do it faster though. But I’m glad. You were a good fuck.” You tell him, and he slowly blinks. Reality slowly settles. He has a gun pressed against his abdomen— His gun. He’ll most likely die, but he can’t begin to plead for his life because he can’t seem to find the will to live. There’s no point. He’s been outsmarted. “I’m glad you didn’t drink the wine either.”
“Not only beautiful, but also smart.” He’s actually blushing, and he can’t seem to care enough to try and turn his face to hide it from you.
Summary: Toji wasn't the happiest when he found out he'd be having a partner for his current mission, especially with that loud mouth of yours that he'll have to find a way to silence.
Warnings: Smut, oral, cream pie, silent s€x, p0rn with a plot
Toji thought over and over, of how he had got himself into the current predicament he was in.
Thinking as far back, as to when he left the Zenin clan, now contemplating if it was the smart decision. He was looked down upon for his lack of curse energy but it would have been better than where he was now.
He even began contemplating if the money he was earning from this mission was worth it. Yes, this was one of the highest earning missions his had in years and it was one of the simplest to, he only had to take out some low ranked curse user, as well as the organization being generous enough to be providing another person to work with him on this mission.
But was any of this really worth it when he stuck listening to your - loud nonstop talking.
"So, then I said maybe we should-" you said speaking to Toji who was half losing his mind as you continued speaking since the two of you had come in contact.
Toji's eye slightly twitched as you continued talking, oblivious to his irritated expression as you yapped on like a broken record.
"Can we please focus on the mission" Toji said as he tried to silence you by forcing your attention to be on the mission rather than whatever you were talking about.
"I am focused on the mission" you said rolling your eyes as you followed behind him.
"It's like you not even listening to me, Toji"
Toji bit back an insult as you now went on a tangent speaking about his neglect to him paying attention to what you spoke about.
While you chatted away, Toji came to a stop behind a wall, peaking his head past it scoping the area as he noted the target.
The dark evening hid the two you well and the he could so easily reach his objective, that was until he realized...
"And you know being in a team requires getting to know each other and -"
"Will you shut it the target is going to know we're here from you talking so much" Toji said through quietly through gritted teeth.
But just as Toji's words left his mouth you began talking again, causing the older man to finally lose his nerve as he now pushed you against the wall.
"Shut the fuck up, (Y/N)"
"Make me"
Before you could let another word out, you felt another pair of lips come crashing against yours.
Both the shock of feeling a pair of lips against yours as well as the roughness of them took your back, feeling as they melted against yours, while you remained immobile.
His lips moving yours, massaging it as you felt his hand slide down your waist gently moving behind you as you felt him give your ass a firm squeeze causing your mouth to slightly open.
Toji took this opportunity by sliding his tongue into your mouth.
Toji let out a sigh of pleasure as he felt his warm muscle lap at yours.
Feeling as his hands moved from your ass back to your waist as he kept you in place.
His hands massaging your sides as his tongue massaged yours, as you finally caved into your desires kissing him back with the same passion.
But as soon as the moment came it was gone as Toji pulled away within in an instant. As Toji pulled away from you, with only a single strand of saliva still connecting your lips to his.
You starred at him, with wide eyes, silently starring into his eyes as he observed your face. The cute doe eyed expression as you tried to make sense of what had just occurred which only caused Toji to let out a laugh.
"You finally shut-up"
Before you could protest at his words his lips were back on yours, but now his teasing touches become more ferocious, as his hands grabbed at your body.
You felt as rough hands grabbed handfuls of your breast, causing you to moan in pleasure as you felt the pressure his hands extorted against your nipples causing them to pebble underneath your clothing.
The fabric itself rubbing against your now perched nipples only further causing you to be aroused.
The pulsing between your legs was only more proof of how quickly you became pliant in his hands.
Feeling as you core heated and your folds became puffy and slicken, so eager and ready to have any part of him in you.
The thought alone causing yout back to arch and a sigh of pleasure to slip past your lips.
"Let's put that mouth of yours to good use for the first time" Toji said as he slightly pulled back from you, his lips still brushing against yours as you heard his pants become undone.
Toji took your hand and guided to where his cock resided, hard and heavy with semen that just ached to be released all over you.
"Come on get on your knees" Toji ordered in that deep tone that held authority as you quickly got on your knees.
"Take it out"
You hands made quick at gently releasing his cock from the restraints of his pants.
Toji hissed as he felt the cool evening air against his member, while you gawked in awe at his cock, finally being able to take in the sight of it.
The thick girth of it that would split you in half, the long length that was decorated with a thick veins on either side that would slide in and out of your soaked pussy, the mushroom tip that was now a deep blush colour that dripped precum and his massive balls that held copious amounts of cum that you wanted in you.
"Suck"
You took his cock into your hand, sticking you tongue out as you placed the tip of his cock on it. Tasting the bitter pre-cum in your mouth.
"Don't be shy now" Toji said as he grabbed the back of your head, gently pushing himself further into your mouth. Enjoying the warmth of your mouth as you took him in.
Toji's sighs of pleasure motivated you, as you became more bashful now fully taking his massive length fully in your mouth, vigorously moving your head back and forth.
Spit dripping down the sides of your mouth as you took him in.
"Shit"
Toji looked down taking in the way you sucked him in so excitedly, the way you tried your best to fully take him in, even slightly choking on it made his balls twitch as he tried his best not to cum then and there in your mouth.
Your pussy throbbed with need, as your mouth continued sucking his cock, while your hand came to his base massaging it, encouraging him to cum.
Your efforts were fruitful as you heard Toji moans become louder.
Suddenly you felt Toji's hips jerk forward, and a bitter taste evade your mouth as waves of cum pumped into your mouth, the white warm liquid filling your mouth full that it slightly leaked from the sides of your mouth.
You looked up at Toji, but he was already looking down on you figure, his eyes full black out as he starred at you like prey waiting to be devoured.
You wiped the excess cum from the sides of your mouth, placing it on your tongue licking your finger clean as your kept your eyes locked on his.
And like a predator Toji picked you up, pushing you against the wall behind you, so quickly that you barely had time to react.
Feeling the hard cool bricks behind your back in contrast to the warm man infront of you, as he made quick to pull your panties down.
"See how nice it is when you keep quiet and listen to me" Toji said as you felt his fingers prod against your swollen clit.
You weren't even able to be embarrassed by the slick that dripped down your inner thighs, to absorbed by the desire within to care.
You pussy slickend further, as Toji's fingers toyed with the tight ring of your pussy, only slight dipping his fingers in, as if testing if you pussy would devour them whole.
You felt Toji's fingers leave your pussy, only to feel the blunt tip of his cock now tease your entrance instead.
You starred into Toji's eyes, silently begging him to fuck you.
"What cat got your tongue now" Toji teased, as he drank up your desperation.
You felt as Toji's tip slid between your puffy folds, sliding it back and forth as it nudged up against your clit making you grab his shoulders for support.
Toji watched in amusement as you writhed beneath him, he watched as your back and your face twisted with pleasure as he slid the tip of his cock into.
"Come on speak to me with attitude you had earlier on" Toji spoke now stilling inside you with only the tip inside you.
Toji watched as you silently begged for him to fuck you, as he tried his best to hold back a laugh as the attitude you had earlier was nothing but a wet needy pussy now.
As much as Toji wanted to tease you, to watch you fall apart from ghosting touches, he could feel his balls ache as it was once again filled with cum, that desperately needed to be released into you.
Toji slipped his whole cock in you without warning, as you gasped out feeling as his sized began to split you open.
Toji gave you one look in your eyes before he began fucking you like a bitch in heat.
His cock slipping in and out of you, the wet lewd sounds being a testament to the unholy acts the two of you were indulging in.
Toji felt your walls massing his cock, pulling him in deeper into your tight pussy.
His balls clasping against your pussy, as you bit down in pleasure as the sensation drove you wild. His massive cock knocking against that deep delicious spot within you.
You pushed yourself against him trying to feel more of his cock inside, as you were so close. Your pussy was pulsating with the need to release around his cock.
The deep tingles of pleasure was building up within you edging to be released.
Toji picked up on your body cues, as he began to fuck you faster, his hand coming in between your body's as it rubbed tight circles on your clit.
"Cum for me, use that pretty voice and scream my name"
Toji's hands on your, and his cock plunged so deep in your caused your eyes to roll in pleasure as a wave of pleasure came over you, squirting all on cock as you screamed out his name.
Toji bit down hard on his teeth as you milked his cock as your body worked through your orgasm. Feeling as your pussy milked his cum from his shaft to the tip, until finally it became to much and hot semen shot deep inside your pussy.
Toji looked down watching as his your pussy dripped with cum just as your mouth did.
His semen dripping down your thighs down to the floor, while you caught your breath.
"Finally got that trap of yours to be shut for more than 5 minutes".
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Pairing : Mafia Kento Nanami x fem reader
Summary : They say evil actions can be done with good intentions, this is especially true for Kento Nanami. Growing up, he was taught to always remain honest, respectful, and hard working. For the most part he was, that is, until being fired from his job forced him into a financial chokehold. Desperate to figure out a way to provide for his wife, Nanami crosses paths with the leader of his country’s biggest underground mafia empire, deciding to secretly work under them in order to make ends meet. We know desperate times call for desperate measures, but how long can Nanami hide this vile profession from his wife before it comes back to bite him?
Word count : Almost 4,000 words
Warnings : slight kissing and affection, Nanami is anxious and nervous, mentions of “verbally abusive behavior”,
Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊
Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.
Side Note : this fic, and everything else I’ve written on my blog, is mine and only mine. I work very hard on everything I write so do not, under any circumstances, modify, copy, or steal my work.
Nanami had one hand on the wheel while his other was kept intertwined with yours, fingers rubbing back and forth in a gentle manner across your skin. His touch was so tender, so loving and patient: a complete contrast to the way he was feeling on the inside.
Although he was clearly trying his best to deliver a calming and peaceful atmosphere through his actions, there was still an undeniably heavy sense of tension looming around the two of you.
The radio loudly played an upbeat melody that could be heard from all corners of the vehicle, however, the car ride over to your parent’s house still felt silent all the same.
Nanami’s muscles were tense as his hand gripped around yours, his face adorned a slight scowl, and even his voice when he did speak up felt hesitant and quiet.
Despite the unconvincing “I’m just tired from work” he had given earlier when you asked why he seemed so uptight, you still knew something was troubling him. You resisted the urge to ask him again because you knew what kind of answer you’d get, but regardless, it didn’t change the fact that you could practically feel the conflict brewing inside him.
You didn’t have to be a detective to know why he was acting this way, you were all too familiar with the anxiety your husband displayed whenever it came time to see your father in person. There was an ever-present sense of dread that seemed to settle around him whenever meetings between the two men took place.
A wave of guilt festered inside your stomach as you gazed at your husband’s nervous expression, noticing the subtle tapping of his fingers against the steering wheel beginning to pick up its pace as well.
It pained you to make him go when you understood how much he was dreading it, however, it pained you even more to continue to watch your own husband and father not get along.
Sure it wasn’t as big of a deal right now since you hardly saw your parents, but what about holidays? What about family gatherings? Were you supposed to just exclude your own husband from those meaningful events to avoid any conflict arising? What about when you had kids? How could you bear letting your children see the way their grandfather would treat their own father? Would your Dad even love your children the same knowing that they were just as much a part of Nanami as they were of you? What if one of the kids looked like Nanami? What would happen then? Surely your father wouldn’t verbally abuse his own grandchild the way he did his own son-in-law.
There were so many questions, so many uncertainties arising because of the conflict between two of the most important men in your life. This marriage wasn’t just the bonding of two people, it was the bonding of two families as well, and if either of those families wanted to live in peace together then they’d have to find a way to get along.
None of this would fix itself, and frankly, none of this pain and frustration was going to disappear either unless you did something about it. So, no matter what it took, in order to create a better future for everyone involved in this unity, you promised yourself you’d work your hardest to get your father to see Kento Nanami the way you did: As the selfless and kind man he truly was.
You didn’t know exactly what it was about your husband that seemed to always set your father’s teeth on edge, but regardless, you’d stand by Kento’s side and defend him against anything your father could throw at him, because Nanami wasn’t just some random guy you used to have a class with during college: No, he was the first man you ever truly felt valued with.
Of course, there had been other men in your life before your husband came along, even one you almost married. And it’s not like any of those men were bad people, one in particular you had known since you were a young girl, and even back then he had always been tremendously kind and sweet towards you. But regardless, it didn’t change the fact that they all, including him, had been arranged by your father to be your potential husband.
No matter what meaningful gestures they would commit, or whatever affectionate words that would slip past their mouths: none of it could convince you of their feelings. It may have come off as hard to please now that you thought about it, but honestly, with the temptation of a mountain of wealth only accessible by your hand in marriage, who wouldn’t blame you for being skeptical of every man your father pushed towards you; no matter how loving they truly were.
It was a dreadful way to live: never knowing if a man’s affection was given based on his actual love for you, or for his selfish desire to gain your money and position by marrying you.
That’s why you turned down every suitor your father sent your way no matter how upset it made him. And that’s exactly why you married Kento Nanami instead.
Because Kento Nanami was the first man who showed genuine affection towards you without knowing anything about your wealth and social status.
In fear of the same uncertainty arising with any other man, you had kept your family’s identity a secret from everyone when you attended that college; so Nanami was never even aware you had a sky-high inheritance lingering around you.
However, even when you finally did confess your background to him, Kento Nanami never once become greedy because of it, nor did he ever give up on pursuing you despite your father threatening to take away any money he’d get if you married him.
Whether it was something as simple as his gentle gaze when it remained on you, or something as monumental as when he blatantly declared that he would willingly work multiple jobs just to provide for you: either way, in your heart, Kento Nanami had proved that he undoubtedly loved you for you, and you only.
You had heard every compliment known to man, received every bit of “special treatment” a man dating you should give, but none of it felt special until it came from Nanami. The words “you look beautiful” had been spoken to you millions of times already, but it only ever had you blushing when it was said by Nanami.
Because with him it felt real, it felt genuine.
“Is this just an act?” “Does he really love me like he says?”
Those words had anxiously rummaged around inside your brain with every man you had been with; every single one except the man who sat next to you, the same one whose hand was clasped around yours as he pressed the brake pedal in response to the red light straight ahead.
“Does he really love me like he says he does?”
You never had to ask yourself that question when it came to Nanami; he had already assured you of that answer millions of times through his actions alone; and he would continue to do so for as long as life would allow him.
That’s why, no matter how hard it was to feel separated from your family, or how painful it was to hear “you deserve better” from the people you were close to: you wouldn’t yield in your fight to defend your husband.
He was hated not just by your family, but by your friends as well, and anyone else who cared for you: because all they ever saw him for was a greedy little gold-digger.
However, you prayed that would change tonight, and you were already starting to feel the slightest bit hopeful about that possibility since your father had willingly invited you and your husband over for dinner.
Maybe this was a turning point?
Maybe… things would finally change… for the better…
The car quickly came to a stop in the circular drive of your parent’s house, its headlights illuminating one of the most achingly beautiful houses Kento Nanami had ever seen.
He had been to your parent’s mansion several times, and even now he couldn’t deny its breathtaking structure and design. The exterior was draped with dozens of stone columns and a couple of large balconies; the fountain that stood in the middle of the yard was flowing at a rapid pace. Even the panels lining the windows and doors looked as if they cost more than Nanami’s paycheck. Everything about the house itself was beyond mesmerizing, but it wasn’t exactly the same case with the people who lived inside.
A shuddering breath escaped Nanami’s lips as he turned off the car, his hand anxiously reaching to grasp the handle so he could get out. However, before he could, your voice suddenly filled the air, stopping him in his place before he could open the door.
“Ken?”
His head quickly whipped around to look you in the eyes. “Yeah?” He questioned, curious to know what you were needing.
“You don’t have to be nervous about the dinner, okay?” You spoke frankly, watching Kento’s eyes widen, his face soon rotating away from you in a sheepish manner once you began exposing the thoughts he was hoping to keep concealed.
“I don’t- I don’t know what you’re-t-talking…” Your husband quickly scrambled to deny your veracious assumptions, his words stuttering past his lips as he attempted to convince you otherwise. But no matter how hard he could try, you’d never fall for it, and deep down, a small part of him knew it too.
“Ken?” You spoke in order to get his attention, placing your hand reassuringly on his shoulder subsequently. “You don’t have to worry about tonight, I’ll be there the entire time, okay?” Your fingers softly caressed his back, watching as his head turned towards you once again, his heart softening instantly once he met your gentle gaze.
“I know.” He spoke with a hushed sigh, his hand reaching to hold the one you had placed atop his shoulder. “I just don’t really feel like being belittled tonight.”
You felt your heart sink at the way your husband’s expressions lowered, the color seeming to drain from his face as he sat there, contemplating all the things that could go wrong once he stepped foot inside that beautiful mansion.
It was painful to have to witness, but in the end, you knew this would all be worth it if the relationship between your husband and your father improved.
“I know honey,” You agreed with him, lifting your free hand to swipe away the few strands of blonde hair hanging across his forehead. “But hey,” you continued, “if at any point you feel uncomfortable, then just tell me and we’ll leave, alright?”
A gentle smile stretched across your face as you spoke, followed by one last sentence your husband didn’t realize he needed to hear before now.
“We’re a team Kento, and I don’t plan on switching sides anytime soon.”
Nanami’s subtle scowl immediately softened at your words, his heartbeat slowing momentarily as he stared at you, wondering how he ever got so lucky.
Even after marrying him made you lose your livelihood, and caused a separation between you and your family, here you still were, willing to defend him at a moment’s notice if it were necessary.
“Thank you sweetheart.” Nanami leaned forward to place an affectionate kiss on your forehead, his words soft and warm as he mumbled them against your skin.
“You’re welcome.” You answered, a gentle giggle suddenly tickling at your throat when your husband’s lips began to linger on your face, trailing down to plant a couple more kisses on your cheeks and the tip of your nose; then continuing as his lips started to journey down towards your neck.
“Ken! Stop, we need to go inside!” Your hands moved to find his chest, using it to push yourself away with another bubbly giggle.
“Don’t worry love, they won’t care if we’re a little late.” He teased, allowing a bold smirk to line his lips as he started leaning back over the center console, hoping to finish his work.
“Mr. Nanami! Don’t say things like that outside my parent’s house!” Your hands lifted to cover your face as you felt a familiar warmth painting across your cheeks. You were blushing hard, embarrassingly hard; almost as if this was your first time ever being kissed by him, or in general.
“Hmm, looks like someone’s a little shy tonight.” He shook his head playfully at your behavior, chuckling to himself as he watched the way you blindly swatted him away. “Guess you want me to wait till later then, huh?” He added, immediately earning a flustered “Yes, please wait!” as you continued to cover your face, still hopelessly failing to hide the crimson shading traveling across your cheeks.
“Fine,” He pulled away, a soft whine lacing with his tone as he spoke. “But I’m continuing where I left off when we get home.”
Your eyes peeked from behind your hands, finally placing them down at your sides again when you saw him reach for his door handle. Once he stepped outside the vehicle, Nanami’s body then made its way around the front of the car to stop at your side, grasping the handle to pull your door open and offering a hand to help you out.
As your hand laced with his, using it to step out of the car, Nanami glanced behind him, eyes looming over the beautiful mansion he had been dreading the entire car ride over. His breath became staggered once more as he stared that luxurious house down, his brain already preparing itself for the argument-filled evening he figured was coming his way.
It would’ve been an understatement to say that Nanami was not looking forward to hearing your father’s insults tonight. However, an even bigger understatement was to say that Nanami was quite shocked when he was greeted with a warm smile as your father opened the front doors to the mansion.
“Well look who it is. I’m glad you two made it!”
The both of you stood frozen in place, eyes widening in disbelief at the sight before you. There your father was, smiling ear to ear as held the door open for the both of you, his appearance suggesting he was actually happy to see you two.
Nanami quickly glanced down at you in search of answers, hoping maybe you knew what was going on. However, when he inspected your face, he saw a perplexed expression that matched the one spread across his own features; telling him you were just as confused as he was when it came to the sudden shift in your father’s behavior.
“Please, make yourselves at home.” He grinned, motioning for the both of you to step inside.
Make yourselves at home? Nanami had never been welcomed in this home, at least not by your father. So to stand there, and watch the same man who used to curse Kento’s very existence, now act friendly and welcoming towards him, as if the two men were old friends, was truly a sight to behold.
“It’s good to see you dad.” You quickly broke the silence by stepping inside, lacing an arm around your father’s back to give him a gentle hug.
“It’s good to see you too darling.” He responded, his arms wrapping around you as well to return the hug. Your father’s eyes then glanced up at your husband who had just finished walking through the doorway, his lips parting to surprisingly acknowledge the man. “And Kento, my dear boy, it’s good to see you.”
Your husband almost fainted right then and there. This had to be a dream, right? Because there’s no way he was hearing this right now. Maybe there was another man named Kento coming up behind him and that’s who your father was speaking to. That had to be it! Because there was no other explanation that made sense.
However, as your husband subtly looked over his shoulder, he found no one: meaning those words really were directed towards him.
“Oh um,” Namami quickly cleared his throat as he turned back around, “-it’s good to see you too sir.” He stuttered, still feeling awkward and overwhelmed by the whole thing.
After shaking the hand that was held out to him, your father then went on to spell out the itinerary for the rest of the night. “I have to go help your mother real quick, but there’s a bunch of people here to see you two, so please enjoy yourselves. Dinner will be ready in just a little bit.” His smile was wide and bright, his hand lifting in the air to send a friendly wave to the both of you before he walked off, leaving you and your husband silently standing by the front entryway; minds still overflowing with confusion.
“What was that?” You felt your husband’s gentle voice whisper near your ear as he joined you at your side, his arm lacing around your waist in the process.
“I don’t know,” you glanced up at him. “But he did say he wanted to make amends. Maybe that’s what he’s doing?”
Nanami doubted that immensely. He was fully aware that people could change with time, however, even given the amount of time it’s been since their last interaction, he still found it awfully suspicious that your father’s attitude could have changed this much by now.
“Just try to give him a chance okay?”
That was the very last thing your husband wanted to do, although, as he looked down at you, taking in that hopeful expression you were wearing, he knew exactly what you were thinking. You weren’t as skeptical as he was when it came to your father’s recent show of behavior. In fact, the whole thing seemed to bring you some reassurance that tonight might actually turn out the way you’d been praying for. Even though Nanami wasn’t convinced, he didn’t want to demolish that optimism you were clinging to, so he knew he’d have to cooperate.
“Okay, I will.” He forced a smile, retracting his hand from your waist and moving it downwards to entangle your fingers with his.
You flashed him a thankful grin, allowing your head to lean against his arm before your lips separated to speak once more. “I wonder though,” You began, eyes squinting to investigate the rest of the mansion from where you stood near the front door. “Dad said there were people here to see us. But I thought this was just a dinner between the four of us?”
Come to think of it, Nanami did recall your father saying that. I guess his words just hadn’t even registered yet due to the shock you both were in at the surprisingly friendly atmosphere you were greeted with earlier.
Still, now that he thought it over, that might be playing a part in your father’s behavior. With the presence of other people around he would be forced to behave, lest he wanted to risk receiving a bad reputation.
Not that it would probably even affect him that much if he was talked about as being “demeaning” and “harsh.” With full control of one of the largest food companies in the entire country, the man didn’t exactly have to worry about losing his position over something as minimal as being “bad mannered.”
But regardless, rumors and gossip is annoying to have to deal with, so the existence of people other than his family could prove reason enough to be acting as friendly and kind as your father was behaving.
“Maybe he just-” Nanami had begun to speak, however, his words were quickly jerked to a halt when the thunderous sound of a man’s voice suddenly called out your name.
“Hey, Y/n!!”
Both Kento’s head, as well as yours, jerked upwards in unison, eager to identify the voice that had interrupted your private chat.
A quiet gasp immediately escaped your husband’s lips once he caught sight of the voice, instantly recognizing him as the tall and arrogant individual he had always hoped to avoid: Satoru Gojo.
“How are you?! It’s been so long!”
Nanami watched as the bothersome scene took place right before his very eyes. Your hand suddenly released the grip it had around your husband’s fingers and immediately your arms stretched in the air for when the white-haired man would quickly engulf you in a tight hug; his hands seeming to instinctively slick themselves around your waist in a manner that made Nanami’s eyes twitch in annoyance.
The two had never met, but Kento had heard enough stories from you to realize who this man was: the one you practically grew up with due to the fact that your family’s companies were in partnership with each other.
Your husband was fully aware that the two of you were apparently very close to each other, however, he never realized exactly how close until he heard you open your mouth to speak to the man.
“Toru! I didn’t know you were back from America yet. Why didn’t you tell me?” Your face lit up with excitement, a gentle smile adorning your lips as you gazed towards the man’s mesmerizingly cerulean eyes.
Wait “Toru?” So you had a nickname for him too? How long has that been in use?
“I just got back a couple of days ago,” Gojo responded, only just now releasing the grip his arms had previously captivated you in. “I was going to tell you, but your father invited me over so I figured I’d surprise you when you got here instead.” A wide grin spread across the man’s face as he kindly glanced down at you, his eyes looming with a sense of familiarity that made your husband’s hands irritably tighten into fists.
“Well, you certainly did.” You laughed playfully, witnessing the way Gojo’s eyes peered behind you to glance at your husband, the one you left awkwardly standing near the front door.
“And you must be the handsome Kento I’ve heard so much about,” Gojo made his way over to Nanami, holding his hand out in order to formally greet him for the first time.
Your husband did his best to hide the scowl manifesting across his face since he knew you were looking, but gosh it was hard when this man was already getting on Nanami’s last nerve.
What’s with that smirk plastered across his face? Was he mocking him? What about the handshake, what was that supposed to mean? Was he trying to be rude? Or had the man just been in America too long that he was just used to that by now?
It had only been a couple of minutes since meeting him, even less time actually interacting with him, but even so, Satoru Gojo was proving himself to be a pain in the rear; well, to Nanami at least.
Still, as much as Nanami wished he could grab your hand and yank you both out that front door, he knew there was no way out of this: meaning he’d have to actually acknowledge the white-haired man he always dreaded having to meet. So, after a quick clear of his throat, your husband finally obliged and stuck his hand out, uttering a simple sentence in the process.
“Just call me Mr. Nanami please.”
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MMA fighter Toji cannot stop thinking about the cute innocent journalist that came to interview him.
✵ MMA!Toji fushiguro x virgin!reader
✵ tags: blood, nudity, age gap, nsfw, m!masturbation, MDNI (18+) size kink, corruption kink, fingering, f!oral receiving, penetrative s*x, jealousy, pussy slapping, cock worship, virginity loss, cum slut, tit worship, biting, spitting, very mild watersports, reader with a major praise kink, aftercare, soft!toji, brat taming, slight spanking, shower s*x
18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Toji Fushiguro, also known to some, as the strongest man alive. At least in the MMA world. Unlike other fighters, Toji was the definition of no emotions—cold hearted. He never held back. And I mean never. The man went hard during fights and practice. He usually had to be warned by the referee because of his senseless beating after an opponent has forfeited. Toji only stopped because it would result in a DQ if he didn’t. Yet besides the lists of warnings on his record, the man was still the top fighter.
That’s how you ended up in front of the gym doors. A notepad and pen in hand, as well as voice recorder. You were tasked with handling this seasons MMA fight in the paper. You worked for a company that had very few hands, they decided to load onto you more work since you told them you can handle it. Needing this job to raise you up the latter. So you took on multiple projects and luckily you’ve gotten them all done. Thus you took the task of handling this which mainly surround everyone’s favorite fighter, Toji Fushiguro.
You researched plenty before todays interview. Learning about the history of MMA. Researching other players that have fought against Toji Fushiguro. Yet, it still did not prepare you for the scene you stepped into.
Blood was splattered on the mat, your eyes catching the gruesome scene of Toji bashing into some poor man’s face as three men shouted and struggled to pull Toji off. The man stood, shrugging off the three.
“All fucking talk,” Toji spat, downing his water. “Fuckin brat, couldn’t get a single punch in.” That’s when his eyes drifted to the girl, standing at the entrance. His eyes squinting. “What did I say about bringing fans into the gym?” His voice echoed.
Your eyes went wide by the sudden attention. Your heart was pounding. You’d watched videos all week in preparation. There were very few of Toji Fushiguro talking to press, most were of videos which consisted of his MMA fights, cursing at the media, or the scandalous headlines of the new women that’d leave his penthouse building every morning.
“Who brought this little girl here?” Toji huffed, annoyed.
“I’m here—“ you were quickly interrupted by an older man, Toji’s coach, jogging up.
“This is the journalist from the Tokyo Metropolitan Post,” the manager said. Smiling at you. “Ms. L/n?”
“Yes,” you nodded, thanking god that the manager came before Mr. Fushiguro could bash your face in.
Your hands were holding you notepad tightly as the manager spoke to Toji alone. You stood to the side awkwardly distracting yourself. Acting like you couldn’t hear Toji’s protests, saying he never agreed to this interview in the first place.
“Kid,” a gruff voice brought you back, spinning around to see the man glaring at you. You tried not to look anxious, concealing it with an awkward cough. “We’ll have the interview in the locker room.”
You shuffled after Toji as he led you into the locker room. The door shutting loudly behind you.
“It’s nice to meet you, Fushiguro-san,” you quickly say, trying to ease your nerves by talking. You looked up when you didn’t hear a reply, only to see the large man pulling off his shirt.
“I’m drenched in sweat. The interview is only a voice recording, so it’s fine if I quickly shower as you ask questions?” His question is a little late considering he already had his shirt off.
“I-It’s…” you cleared your throat. “It’s fine, Fushiguro-san,” you pushed a stray hair back, before turning around to give the fighter some privacy.
Toji quirked a brow when he saw the journalist turn her back. It was understandable, yet he found it amusing nonetheless. This journalist was pretty young, yet she seemed stubborn. He could see the slight pink dusting her ears and after that all he could think about was that she’s probably inexperienced. She’s much smaller compared to him. He could lift her up easily. Probably bruise easily too…
“You can start the questions. I don’t like interviews so you have until I finish changing,” Toji said, grabbing a towel as he covered his front, taking your cue to turn back around. Your face went pink at the sight of the fully naked man. Your eyes immediately fell down to your notepad, your heart beating a bit louder in your ears. Thankfully he covered his lower half or you might have lost consciousness.
“Get on with it,” he said, going over to turn the shower on.
“Uh oh y-yes sir,” you quickly stammer, not even realizing you’d said sir. However the fighter definitely caught it. His eyes looking up. Sir. He couldn’t stop the small tug in the corner of his lips. How cute.
You opened your notepad and began the recording. “Could you please introduce yourself?” Your cheeks were pink at the stupid standard question.
“Toji Fushiguro…MMA fighter…you better start asking better questions, doll,” Toji said dropping his towel and getting into the shower.
Your fist clenched. You’ve never conducted an interview in such circumstances. This was no way to treat an interview and your blood was boiling at how embarrassed you felt. And how little respect Fushiguro-San was showing you.
“How did you get into the sport?” You tried to ask questions. However the more questions you asked the less and less he felt like answering.
“Pass.” “I don’t know.” “Next.”
You were growing impatient. This interview was going absolutely nowhere.
“Fushiguro-san you agreed to this interview, I expect to have some clear answers or at least a sentence response. These short replies or one word answers are useless,” you spoke clearly, trying your best to stay calm. You enjoyed working at the post, in fact, you took pride in being a journalist, and you’ve dealt with unresponsive people. Yet this man felt a bit more intimidating, considering his track record.
“How old are you, sweetheart?” Your ears perked up at the sudden question. For the past five or so minutes, Toji was skipping your questions. Now he’s suddenly asking you in return. It’s not fair. Yet…
“Twenty,” you replied.
“Still in school?” He followed up. You felt defeated. Was the interview that bad? You’d done interviews prior to this one, but considering the situation, you were a little off your game. Did he ask how old you were because of how incapable you seem?
“Last year of university,” you answer. “Nevermind that, if you could answer my previous questions—“
“Hmm,” his voice echoed, as he suddenly pushed the curtain back, yours eyes went wide as you watched the buff man step out of the shower. Water droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted body. His muscles rippling with each step he took. His veins protruding on his arms as he pushed his wet hair back. Your eyes couldn’t stop but follow the water that flowed down his chest, past the veins and the hairs the led you down to—
“So you’re a baby,” his voice knocked you out.
“Excuse me?” Your voice had a slight edge which made Toji smile. The attitude is cute.
“What experience do you even have?” Your face flushed when you realized he definitely caught you staring. Your lips parted slightly, your mind drifting to the unbelievably large length that hung between his legs. The hairs that were well groomed and led down to him. You didn’t need someone to point it out because you could already feel how hot your cheeks were. Toji dried his body, the towel moving across his shoulders, underarms, chest, lower stomach—
“I’m not a baby,” you stammer. “I’ve worked for the post for almost a year, and I have prior experience as well,” you defend yourself.
“Such as?” Toji taunted, making you feel insecure. You wouldn’t allow that.
“Well I’ve had two internships and my stories have gotten published in the…” your words seem to slur. As your breath hitched when he dried off his length, this was your first time seeing one in real life. You were mesmerized by his entire physique. Is this the standard…no…he’s definitely above average.
Toji held in his laughter, he was barely doing anything. The amount of times he’s showered while in meetings, or walked out naked, were too many to count. Yet he’s never had someone react like this. She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she was staring. Her face is completely flushed just by looking at his soft cock that hung lazily between his legs. She’s so cute.
“Well if that’s all the questions you have for me…” Toji grabbed his boxers, your brows knit together.
“But, you barely answered any of my questions,” you eventually snapped back to reality. Your face burned as you looked up to see Toji smiling down at you. You couldn’t bare to admit to what you were looking at and decided to pretend you weren’t thinking of his cock. uh it was so big…why did the first time you see a dick have to be now, and attached to this man of all.
“You still got the interview, doll,” Toji pushed his wet hair back. Your eyes squinting in annoyance, making the fighter’s lips curl into a smirk. As he stepped towards you, his boxers now covering his huge length. Yet you still caught a glimpse of the hairs that stuck out. He leaned down, his lips ghosting yours as your eyes fluttered and your core tightened. He smelled so good. His breath was so warm. However the warmth disappeared, until you felt it against your ear. Toji hadn’t realized the heat emitting from your body. Until his hand ghosted over your neck. Fingers tickling your collarbones as he fixed your lopsided necklace. Knuckles grazing the tops of your breasts as he straightened out the figure on your sternum.
“You’re burning up, sweetheart,” his light chuckle went straight down your body. “I wonder how drenched you are?” You could feel his smile, your face was on fire, as you felt his thumb brush over your collarbones, your chest rising and falling like the wind got knocked out of you.
“Fushiguro-san!” You pushed his chest back, face bright red, hands shaking. How embarrassing! Your thighs were squeezing together to stop the pulsing of your core. You could already feel your panties stick to you because of how much you were leaking.
Toji smiled, watching you try to collect your thoughts and feeling your small hands against his torso. How adorable.
“I…you…can’t say things…like that,” you replied. “It’s unprofessional,” you stuttered. Toji had to contain himself. Unprofessional. Keeping your eyes on the ground, not realizing your hands were still on his bare abs until you felt a warm hand cover yours, a thumb gently stroking the inside of your wrist. You lost all thoughts, only watching as the large man bent to his knees, and brought your wrist to his lips, giving a sloppy kiss on the vein, sending a shiver through your body.
“But it’s fun,” he smiled, making your face burn, smoke steaming off your skin as Toji’s breath warmed your wrist. His lips were wet, the scar on the side brushing your burning skin. Toji couldn’t understand why he was doing this. He found your reactions to be the most adorable thing ever. Your confused face, your lips partially open, your thighs squeezed together.
A knock on the door suddenly had you back to reality, snapping to your feet, however your position had you stumbling from the bench behind you as it knocked the back of your knees, sending you falling forwards. Toji immediately catching you. He stifled a laugh as he held your waist steady, your face just inches from his , when you let out the smallest, cutest, and softest moan.
His brow quirked. You had somehow gotten yourself to fall on him and have his thigh slated between your legs. Core directly on him. Skirt pushing up your thighs as you unconsciously squeezed your thighs together, accidentally rubbing your soaked panties on him, making you bite your lips, but Toji heard the slight whimper.
“My my, you are quite the tease. Soaked straight through, and now rubbing yourself on me,” Toji teased, your face beyond red, as you struggled to push off the fighter. He released you, smiling when he saw the drenched pink panties as you stood up. His eyes under your skirt had you crying from embarrassment. Quickly pulling your skirt down. Toji pouted as to help you, but you only scurried further away, face completely red.
“I…interviewisoverThankyouverymuchfushiguro-san,” you felt like you were going to burst. Your lips parting as your eyes avoided the fighter as you quickly exited the locker room.
Toji stood up. A sigh escaping his lips. “virgins,” he mumbled to himself. Yet there is a glint in his eyes. Her stuttering. The blushing. Her curiosity. Toji laughed to himself seeing the large print in his boxers. “What a cute thing.”
Hell. Now he had to take care of this. Toji was beyond pent up. He’d quickly gotten himself off once you’d left. How could he not. You’d been kind enough to leave some of your juices on his thigh. Though he had enough pre-cum from your little fall, the moment he wiped your juices on his cock, he couldn’t stop himself from cumming. Yet why was he hard again.
His face was sweaty as he pounded into the nameless women. Groaning as he pushed her into the mattress, his head tilting back as he remembered your gaze on him. The way your brows knit together when he didn’t answer your questions. So adorable—Toji clenched his jaw as he felt his cock twitch as he only pounded harder. Nothing was getting him there. when he pulled out he was still stiff as a rock.
“Still hard baby,” the women on his mattress moaned as she rubbed her pussy for Toji, before her hand wrapped around his cock. The second women leaning over and lapping up Toji’s fat cock.
Toji rubbed his face in frustration. It’s almost been a full week. He’s been worked up since the moment he met you. He wanted to caress your face, kiss your cheeks. He wanted to see what you’d look like with tears in your eyes and bruised up. Tell him more about yourself. For fucks sake he didn’t even remember your name until he asked his manager a couple nights ago.
“Honey, you’re so big, love your cock,” the women beneath Toji lapped at his cock before deep throating it as the other women licked his balls. Toji was growing more frustrated the wetter his cock got. This was not helping at all. He groaned as he felt his cock stir. Grabbing the women’s head as he fucked her face, until he was releasing his warm cum down her throat. He groaned, annoyed when he looked down to see someone that wasn’t her.
“Fuck off,” Toji snapped, getting off the bed and telling the women to leave. He turned on the water, stepping into the cold shower. Unable to understand his own thoughts as he leaned his head against the shower wall, water cascading down his muscles.
“I can’t,” your teeth clenched. You wanted off this story. You couldn’t continue with it and the interview gave you absolutely nothing.
“You’re the one that agreed to the story, unless someone else is ready to forfeit and exchange stories then you’re stuck with this one,” your boss said. You cursed yourself for agreeing to this shit story. With the shit game. And the shitty ass fighter. You sat in front of your desk, a blank document open.
Your mind wandered off to what you’d experienced. Never had anything more embarrassing happened before. How could you be so unprofessional? How could you get so worked up over some jerk face smug asshole. Your fist clenched. Remembering the way his fingers grazed your collarbones, the subtle touches along your breasts. The stupid ass pet names that made your stomach flutter.
It was the most humbling experience of your life. After that interview, returning to your apartment. Going straight to your room, ignoring your roommates who were watching a movie. Eyes filled with tears as you fell on your bed, frustrated you had such an experience and your pussy still fluttering at the thought. Fuck me! You cursed indulging your arousal just to get it over with. Yet when you couldn’t find a satisfactory relief, you cried even more. How embarrassing! Your mind wandering to his large rough hands, how would they feel?
The week went on with you begging to get a new story and your boss declining you. Then it was you in lectures staring off and fushiguro-san popping in your mind. Get out of my head!
“If the interview didn’t go well. Just ask for another one. Athletes don’t like talking about their private lives, but they seem a bit more open to say a few things after winning a game,” your co-worker said as she sat across from you. Your eyes lit up, that’s perfect. Yes! You’ll go to the fight tomorrow and you’ll just ask him questions in public. If he wins the game, and a bunch of journalist surround him, he’s going to answer some so you’ll just hide there and ask questions. Plus you’ll be able to snap some pictures which your boss wanted.
That’s how you ended up here. You had your notepad, pen, camera, and recorder. You made the smart decision to wear pants this time, not even risking a thing this time around. You will not indulge him or embarrass yourself. Professional. Yes professional… all profes…
Your stomach turned as you stood beside the other journalists, watching the first fighter get called up. Yet you felt your body heat up when you heard his name. Your eyes immediately gravitating towards the door as you watched him make his way. The stadium was full as they cheered for the man. His brows were knit together, his jaw was clenched. He looked worked up.
You subconsciously crossed your legs, squeezing them together as the fight began. Your heart was pounding as you watched him fight. Watching videos is nothing compared to seeing him fight live. The commotion from the audience, the clapping, the snapping of cameras. Your eyes could not leave his form.
Your fingers continued to snap shots of the man. Your heart was hammering in your ears as you felt your stomach churn with each punch Toji took. It scared you how unfazed he was taking several punches before getting his chance to plow into his opponent. You weren’t sensitive to blood or violence, but you cringed witnessing the man get hurt.
Toji grunted as he sat in his corner. Chugging some water as he mentally prep—
His breath hitched, the water sliding down from his chin, running down his chest. The familiar golden glint of the necklace. His eyes immediately locked on her. He brushed off the slight rise in his heart beat, and the sudden jittery feeling in his stomach.
Your cheeks went pink when your eyes met. Your grip tightening on your precious camera. The stadium fell silent, only able to hear your breathing as Toji gave a small smirk, before he stood back up for the final round. You couldn’t concentrate, only able to gaslight yourself into thinking that you didn’t make eye contact and he probably saw something behind you.
The moment Toji knocked out his opponent with a harsh jab to his jaw, the match was over. The stadium bursted into applause and shouting as the journalists crowded the ring. You immediately followed suit, this was your chance for him to answer questions in the craze.
Sports channels had cameras all up in Toji’s face. His brow ticked, but nonetheless he answered standard questions after a win. “Glad to be here” “it was a good fight” blah blah
“Do you have anyone to thank?!” The sports man laughed holding the mic out for Toji, the camera pointed at him. Toji felt like he imagined you in the audience. Maybe he was just projecting his own delusions. His thoughts of you somehow creeping in during the fight. But why did he still reply, “just a cute journalist.”
Fuck. You cursed. The amount of journalist and cameraman were unimaginable. You were pushed all the way to the back, not even able to stick a hand through to get your recorder in.
Your jaw clenched when you noticed the crew escorting Toji back to the locker-rooms. Cameramen we’re not allowed, however journalists had free range. Immediately following them down the Hall until you noticed them all crowding around an open door. Apologizing as you tried to squeeze yourself through, just need my recorder to get—
“Ah,” a small yelped escaped your lips as your legs tripped on someone’s foot, the sudden crowd having accidentally shoved you forward, as you landed on your knees. You sat up, cursing quietly as you quickly checked to make sure there were no damages to your precious new camera. A sigh of relief escaping once it gave you a beautiful clean sparkle.
“journalist-chan,” A voice spoke, your head looking up, immediately being met with the dark green orbs. Your cheeks flushed immediately, the man was getting stitched and patched as journalists bombarded him with questions that only had him clenching his jaw. But then you came and fell right into his sight.
“f-fushiguro-san,” you cursed yourself for stuttering. But how could you not. The last time you saw this man was when you had the most embarrassing experience of your fucking life! “I’m just…here to get questions. Since you were no help last time.”
“Same attitude as ever, I see,” Toji remarked, “like acting like a brat?” He pushed the medics hand away from his face as he told him he’s fine. Your brows furrowed as you watched Toji grab his sweater, zipping it up before grabbing his bag ready to leave.
“Wait, can’t you at least answer one question,” you cursed yourself for being the unprofessional one now. How could you talk to an athlete like—
“I’ll answer your stupid ass questions, just not in this fuckin’ place,” Toji grumbled as he grabbed your arm pulling you to your feet as he made his way out the locker room, the crew escorting him.
You had no time to reply, only following the older man as his hand slipped down to your own, leading you down the hallway as journalists followed and shouted for answers. You kept a careful hand on your camera afraid it’ll be damaged in the bustle as the other unconsciously squeezed Toji’s as you tried to keep up with his fast paced. Toji looked over his shoulder, making sure you were really here. Your eyes looking up meeting his, only to make him give you a small smile. Kill me now. You cursed, heart immediately popping out of your chest and slamming right back in.
Toji sighed once he was sat in his car. His chest rising and falling. It was quite a night, and then he was bombarded by all those people. Now he had to entertain you. You awkwardly sat beside him, hands hugging your camera.
“You can just answer like two questions, fushiguro-san—“
“Drop the fushiguro-san,” Toji grumbled. “Toji is fine.” Your cheeks went pink.
“Um, t-to…” you couldn’t, it didn’t feel right. “I mean you don’t have to answer all my questions, I don’t want to bother you—“
“You’re no bother,” Toji looked at you from the corner of his eye. You weren’t even looking at him. Only fidgeting with your camera in your lap. Your ears were a light pink, your eyes fluttering around as you tried to think. “We’re here anyways, if you don’t mind coming in, I’ll answer your questions.”
“Okay,” You cursed again. He had you playing right into his fingers. His hand brushed your hair from your shoulder, your head turning in his direction as he let his fingers subtly graze your skin.
“We’re here fushiguro-san,” the driver informed. Your eyes were ripped from Toji’s, once you noticed the paparazzi that surround his building. Oh for fucks sake—
“Stay close,” Toji broke your thoughts, placing a baseball cap on your head and opening the door. The paparazzi immediately swarmed the car as Toji and some building security escorted him through the crowd. You kept your hand in Toji’s, letting him lead you, however, the crowd seemed to look past you as another journalist. I mean you are. But not realizing your hand in Toji’s, someone accidentally had a hold on your camera strap pulling you back.
A yelp escaped your lips, before your hand immediately left Toji as you turned back around, watching your camera crash onto the floor and get stomped on by the crowd. No! Fuck fuck fuck! Your eyes brimmed with tears as you fell trying to see the damage—it’s destroyed. Broken to bits. You cursed yourself for not buying the three year lease for damages.
“Oi!” Toji cursed when you got eaten by the crowd. Fucking kid. He turned pushing the annoying ass cameras from his face before he found you getting shoved and kicked on the ground. “What’re you—“ another paparazzi accidentally stumbled into you as they tried to push past. Toji felt his blood boil, aggressively shoving them back, before his arm hooked around your waist, hoisting you off the ground as he carried you quickly into the building. “What’s wrong with you? I asked for one fuckin thing…” Toji’s voice trailed off when he looked at the tears that swelled in your eyes and the corpse of your camera in your hands. “Christ.”
“I saved up so much for it,” you mumbled, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried to hold on your tears. The camera was worth a lot! You cherished it, and you’ve only had it for a month! Toji led you to the elevator as you mindlessly followed him, complaining and whining.
“Okay I get it,” Toji groaned walking into the large penthouse, dropping his things down and kicking his shoes off. You wiped your tears noticing the tired strides Toji took to the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and chugging it, before wincing. You awkwardly walked in, putting the broken camera down by your shoes, at least the sd card was fine, you thought. Also pushing the cap off.
“You’re still bleeding,” you mumbled, pointing to your temple. Toji brushed it off, but you felt guilty for putting him through more stress with your own problems. So you asked him where the first aid kit was. The large kit was now open on the coffee table as Toji sat on the couch, letting you patch up the stitches that he didn’t let the medic cover up.
Carefully wiping the blood, and spraying it for germs, before placing a bandage on it. Toji could not take his eyes off you. As much as you tried to avoid his eyes, you could feel his piercing gaze on you, immediately warming up your body. Toji hummed once you patched up his chest, his hand roaming up your waist, before slipping under your shirt to feel the warm skin.
“Toji-san,” you mumbled, Toji felt his blood rush down at the cute way you said his name. His fingers mindlessly rubbed your waist as he looked up at you.
“Ask me your questions,” he said, for some reason, he wanted to know what you would look like when you were happy. Only having seen the frustrated and annoyed side which he found to be absolutely adorable and funny.
Your eyes lit up, grabbing the recorder from your back pocket and hitting play. The questions were already in your head as you fired them one after the other. A thrilling blush beginning to form as Toji finally answered them. Though he still brushed past some, he still chose some that he was comfortable answering. Toji licked his lips as he leaned against the couch, answering a question. Your heart was hammering on your chest, he looked so good like this. His eyes were half lidded, the cuts on his face and chest, only seemed to increase his attractiveness.
“Anymore questions for me, sweetheart?” Toji looked up, your lips were parted, the same pink blush he always imagined was bright and apparent. Toji quirked a teasing brow, subconsciously spreading his legs wider for you, as if he knew you’d take that other step and close the distance.
He hummed having your lips push against his. He smiled widely, feeling your inexperienced lips try to get some satisfaction from him. How cute. His hand immediately grabbing her waist and pulling her into his lap, he took hold of her jaw and lead the kiss. Kissing her beautiful lips, until she parted them, allowing his tongue to enter, pushing against her. His hand wandering under her shirt, until it rested under her breast, finger pushing under the bra—
“Wait—“ you broke the kiss, your chest was heaving as your thoughts were jumbled. Your eyes darted between his as he gently caressed your cheek, his tongue licking your lips as he had your mind falling back to him. It was all him. You just wanted him. “I’ve never—“
“I think that’s pretty obvious, doll,” Toji cut you off, your face catching on fire, sending the man cackling. “You’re burning up and I’ve only kissed you, I’ve barely even touched you. Can feel your pussy pulsing through your pants.” H-how embarrassing! Your eyes were wide, and cheeks flaring hot.
“What?!” You shrieked, only for Toji to cut you off with his lips. If your lips taste this good, he wonders how good your pussy tastes. You tried your best to keep up with him, pulling your shirt over your head tossing it aside. His lips began to leave sloppy kisses down your neck. Your fingers tangling in the back of his head as his hand trailed up your spine, making you arch into him before he unclasped your bra. Your nipples already perked up as he smiled at them. Your legs squeezed around him, biting your lip when he brushed his lips against the buds.
“So cute,” he said, flicking his tongue on the hard nipples, salvia coating the skin as you bet your lip. His eyes looked up at you, catching you off guard. Your lips parting in surprise only to see his lips tug up. His hand wide digging into the flesh of your waist as he kissed and sucked your tits. Your eyes were dazed, whimpering oh so quietly, it sounded like a lullaby. Toji was getting too excited. A blank canvas. You had no experience at all, especially after that kiss. The thought of his hand being the first to touch you, he’ll make sure it’s the only one too.
“toji-san,” you yelped feeling him lift you up. Your arms wrapping around his shoulder as he caught your lips with his own. Your mind ignoring wherever he was taking you, and allowed yourself to get lost in him. His hand slipping into your pants to grip your ass as he sucked on your neck.
The next thing you know, your pants were on the ground and he was laying you down on the large bed, before his lips were back on yours. Your legs rubbed together, worked up over the heat and pulsing. Toji groaned at the way you were squirming.
“Stop moving,” he growled, your face turning red as you pouted. “If you stay still, I’ll take care of it.” Toji’s eyes looking down at yours. Your lip quivered, lips parting, only making him brush his thumb on the soft tissue, tugging it down. Your tongue seemed to understand, lulling out for him. “How dirty,” he commented. “Such a little slut.” He rubbed his thumb on your wet tongue, making you whimper, however, you desperately clenched your fist, trying not to squirm.
Toji took his time kissing and teasing you. Slowly moving his face down, his licks sent goosebumps rising through your body. Your lip quivering as you watched him anxiously get closer to where you wanted him most. Toji’s fingers tweaked the side of your panties, before pulling it up, making you whine.
“toji-san!” You bit your lip, as Toji raised a brow, you immediately stopped the squirming.
Toji kissed the wet panties. His lips feeling your soft lips beneath the thin fabric. Smells so good, the panties were already drenched, yet he still drooled and lapped at the resistance, only to tease the little bud underneath. Your teeth tug into your lip, frustrated how much he was teasing, but you still wanted to behave. His eyes staring up at you sent shivers down your spine and a warm pool continue to settle between your legs.
“Awww such a good girl,” toji cooed, absolutely delighted how much your obeying. You lips shook as your fingers held his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Is the problem here?” Toji spoke to you like a baby, you couldn’t even lie and say you hated it, because it only had you clenching your legs together, making the older man smirk. Toji’s finger pressed against the bud, your hips jerking as your fingers dug into his shoulder.
“Do something, please,” you mumbled quietly, embarrassed you had to ask. But Toji rewarded you, ripping off your panties, and taking a wet lap up your folds, tongue running through your soaking slit, as he hummed in approval. The taste coating his lips as he smiled in delight. Your hand immediately fell to your side gripping the sheets. Toji hummed feeling his cock rise, lapping up your stunning pussy.
“Such a sweet little thing,” he moaned, taking another lap. Adoring the way you squirmed and clawed at his shoulders. However he already has his tongue in your hole, before he went up and circled your clit with his tongue, grabbing your hips up closer to his face stimulating your beautiful cunt.
“to-toji-san!” You cried as you felt him bring you closer and closer. He held your firmly against him as he ate your pussy, feeling the way your clenched around nothing and your body writhing up, until you finally started shaking and releasing onto his tongue. Your chest was heaving as Toji pulled back. A trail of salvia and juices connecting his lips to your drenched pussy. “Taste so good, lemme get a better look at this cute little pussy,” He licked his lips as he spread apart your folds fingers spreading around your mess, watching you clench around nothing.
“So cute, came so fast, doll,” Toji praised, immediately noticing the way you clenched and rubbed up into his fingers at the praise. Toji laughed, your face turning red as your hands swung down to your core.
“Don’t look!” You blurted, completely embarrassed to have this man stare and admire your most private area. Toji laughed as he brought a finger to your lips. You unknowingly parted them, letting his middle finger enter your mouth, automatically sucking on the digit before he added his ringer finger. Toji hummed rubbing your inner thigh, encouraging you to continue sucking.
You seemed to forget what you did moment ago, because you were retracting your hands and instead tried to rub up on Toji-san. As you held his wrist sucking on his fingers. Your eyes fluttering gently as your drool ran down his wrist and your chin.
“Christ,” Toji mumbled, “you like acting like a little slut?” The slap to your pussy had your hips bucking and uncontrolled moan escape your lips. Your eyes were wide, surprised by the reaction. However, a light sparked lit in Toji’s eyes. “My little girl just moan when I slapped her filthy pussy?” You shook your head embarrassed. He hummed released his fingers from your lips as your own fingers pulled at your bottom lip, unconsciously squeezing your tits together in suspense. Your legs opened wider, inviting the older man to do as he pleased.
Toji groaned at the sight of you sprawled out in front of him. Arousal stirring inside him as he pushed your legs further apart, his fingers rubbing your pussy, spreading your lips so he can see the view. His fingers closed around your bud, making you whine and buck your hips up. Until a sharp slap had you crying out.
“Such a fucking whore, you wanted me to play with you that’s why you came here, eh?” Toji asked, rubbing your clit again before giving it another slap, your eyes filled with tears.
“No!” You replied, lips quivering, not realizing how much you were enjoying this. How he was doing whatever he wanted with your body and you were just going along for the fun.
“That so? You lying to me?” Toji’s middle finger sank into your pussy, causing your hips to roll into him, lips parting as a gasp slipped. “How drenched were you when you went home?” Toji asked, pumping his finger into you, as his thumb played with the swollen bud. “Did you touch yr’slf as you thought of me?” Your face was getting red the more he pushed for answers. Your heart thumping in your ears, because his fingers felt so good inside you.
“More…want more,” you asked, Toji’s tongue clicked as he pulled his fingers out and gave your pussy another slap, your head thrown back as you cried. “toj-san!”
“Don’t act like a fucking brat,” he snapped, rubbing your clit as he asked again. “Did you think of me when you touched yourself?”
“Yes!” You shouted, toji continued to tease your hole, egging you in. “I…couldn’t cum…it didn’t feel good,” you mumbled. “I was so wet, but I wanted…you,” you couldn’t look at him, the words were too embarrassing. Yet Toji was absolutely stunned, his lips tugging into a wide grin before he plunged two fingers into your hole, pumping them fast. A loud cry ripped from your lips at the sudden stretch.
“Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl,” toji was so proud, you were listening to him and you admitted how much you wanted him. He wanted you to cover his hand with your juices, needing you to stretch some more so he can finally sink his heavy cock into you. Your walls squeezing his fingers as he curled them, leaning down to bite and slobber on your tits. Your hands pulling at his hair as you cried, feeling your orgasm edge closer.
Toji hummed against your tits, as he pulled back, pumping faster, hearing the juices squish around, until your hips were squirming up as you gushed around his fingers. The man smiled, pumping you through your high, as you clawed at his wrists to push him away. Your walls clenching around his fingers, as he pulled them out. Smiling at the mess you’d made. He sucked his digits clean, humming at the sweet liquid, as you tried to catch your breath.
“You’re so adorable, like my fingers?” Toji’s lips ghosted yours, as he rolled his hips between your legs. You feel the outline of his dick rub against you. You hummed, your thoughts still floating as you opened your mouth for the man. Tongue hanging out as Toji hummed kissing your tongue as he ran his along yours before letting his spit could down your tongue. You moaned a bit too loudly as you swallowed leaning up for more. Christ you’re this fucked out just by his tongue and fingers?
“good, uh,” you moaned softly as he rocked his hips between your legs. Your pussy drenching his shorts. You still wanted more? Toji’s tongue swirled with yours as you panted against him. Tits pushing up against his broad chest, feeling his salvia on you squish against him.
“Think you can take my cock, sweetheart?” Toji asked, kissing the corner of your lips as you panted gently. Your lips curled into a little smile as your fingers felt his chest, moving down his abs, careful of the purple bruises.
“Wanna have it,” you spoke, your words just flying out of your lips making Toji chuckle as he brushed your hair to see you smiling at him.
“Greedy little thing a‘ren’t you,” Toji laughed as you smiled, licking his lips he lifted you further up the bed so he could toss his shorts and boxers off. Your lips parting at the sight. Flashbacks of him stepping out of the shower were in your mind for a week, but for some reason it slipped your mind that it’ll obvious be bigger when he’s aroused.
Toji hummed as he stroked his cock, before grabbing your hips and rubbing his cock between your folds, getting him wet. Your eyes were wide at the size. He was thick, the mushroom head leaked pre cum as he rested his heavy cock on your stomach, making you realize how far he’ll reach.
“It’s not…” you couldn’t wrap your head around how this is going to work. “there’s no way it’ll fit,” you blurted, completely stunned as Toji laughed rocking his hips between your folds as he pressed his tip against your bud. Circling it as your legs twitched.
“sure about that?” Toji slappped his cock against your clit, making you moan. “made you cum twice, you’ll be fine,” your eyes were wide as Toji pushed your legs up, spreading you out more before he pushed in. Your jaw went slack, as your nails dug into his shoulders.
“To-san!” Toji hummed as you cried out, he’d only gotten the head in.
“fhuck baby, relax,” Toji’s jaw clenched, your grip was suffocating him. You’re lucky he’s your first, because if this was some stupid ass college kid, he wouldn’t have been able to take care of you. But thankfully you were in toji-san’s care.
“b-but it hurts,” you cried, Toji hummed, leaning down and kissing your forehead.
“I know, you’re doing so well,” Toji sighed, you felt so good. Of course it hurt, it was your first time yes, but then there was his size. He kissed your face, as he rubbed his thumb on your clit, until your lips parted and suddenly you came around him. Toji smiled, taking this moment to push himself further inside.
A scream ripped from you as you felt Toji sink further into you, until he was laughing, and rocking his hips inside you.
“Good girl, taking me all in,” Toji praised you, as your eyes were foggy as you felt so full. Toji hummed as he pushed your leg up his shoulder, only to sink further. A moan escaping your lips as Toji hummed. “feel so good, gonna fuck you just the way you want.” Toji pulled back out, your lips parting at the sudden loss before his hips snapped into you. Your eyes filled with tears.
“Crying over my cock, baby,” Toji cooed as he fucked your pussy as tears ran down your flushed face. Your tits bouncing with each thrust as he planted himself harder, fingers digging into your flesh. His eyes dilating at the small blood at the base of his cock. “fuck me,” he groaned, biting the inside of your thigh that rested on his shoulder. Your throat was dry as you felt yourself drawing closer.
“c-close! ahh please!” You cried, nails leaving marks along his arms as Toji edged you closer until you were bucking you hips up, clenching around him. The fighter was so full, his balls were heavy as they continued to slap the curve of your ass. You could feel the vein of his cock run against your walls as his hair tickled your clit. Toji hummed, licking his lips at the ring at the base of his cock. Hearing your wet cunt as he fucked into you.
“t-toj…san,” your words were slurred, completely fucked out, Toji’s eyes delighting at the sight. Suddenly lifting you off the bed, his knees and feet digging into the mattress as he held you up, fucking up into you. A cry escaped your lips at the overstimulation. His large hand holding the small of your back as the other gripped your thigh.
“look so fucking good, such a fucking angel,” Toji’s praises poured from his lips. This was the first time he’s been so captured by someone. Your hair stuck to your forehead as Toji’s abs tense, your finger grasping his hair as your head leaned back, back arching as he bit your chest. “Perfect fucking pussy, baby. Such a good—uh fuck,” Toji felt his cock twitch, as he felt you clamping around him again.
Your head fell forward as you pulled his hair so his head tilted back to meet yours. Your eyes were completely dazed, his eyes blown, as your lips met his. He felt your falling tears, run down his cheeks as your tongue hanged out as your nails dug deep cumming around him, Toji bit your lip fucking up, until he felt his balls clench, and he was pulling you up, so his cock flew out spraying his hot white cum between your bodies. Toji groaned as he rocked you up and down, cock between your folds as he milked his cum out. Emptying his balls.
“toji-san,” your head rested on his sweaty shoulder, drool slipping from your lips. “was it good…d-did i do good?” Lips parted as you slowly calm down from the high. Toji caressed your back. Smiling as he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, laying you down on the mattress his lips capturing yours. You whining on his lips.
“You were so good for me,” your cheeks were flush. Toji chuckled as he felt your pussy twitch rubbing up at the praise. “Like it when I praise you?” Toji didn’t need to ask, he knew, it couldn’t be more obvious. Yet he enjoyed the way your cheeks lit up.
“I just…” you yawned, as Toji settled beside you. Your voice was a bit hoarse. So toji brushed your lips, as he mumbled he’ll grab a water for you.
Toji grunted as he walked into the kitchen. His body was sore from the fight, and after wrecking you, he felt like he could barely move. However, it was so worth it. Itching his shoulder as he filled a glass of water, he felt the breeze on his body. Taking notice of his wet dick. He should probably wipe you down as well…Toji didn’t bother thinking about how you’re the only person he’d do that for, because you were worth it. Toji made a quick call before grabbing a warm wet towel and returning to the bedroom.
“sweetheart?” Toji kneeled beside you, only to see that you’d knocked out. Understandable, you also had a long day. You mentioned earlier that you’d stayed up the night before working on an essay, and then you had the long night with him. Toji couldn’t help the smile as he parted your legs seeing the mess. How much he wanted to leave you like that. But he pushed the selfish thought, and wiped you clean. Also wiping his cum that sprayed on your stomach and tits.
“toji-san,” you mumbled, a hand reaching for him. You were too tired to open your eyes so Toji finished up tossing the towel aside and pulling you into his chest as you fell back asleep. You were so warm, your body wrapping on top of him, your hands brushed his stomach as your cheek was smooshed against his pec, lips parted. This is a nice way to fall asleep, toji thought, before he too fell asleep.
Toji woke the next morning. The floor to ceiling window covered the side of the room as it overlooked the city. Looking under his arm to see the body tangled in the white sheets , still dozed off. Rubbing his eyes, the man sat up, before he took another look at the girl in his bed. A brow quirked as he saw your bare back facing him as you laid on your stomach, completely sprawled on his large bed, the sheet so tangled around your ass and somehow wrapped aggressively around one leg.
It was almost the afternoon, Toji pushed the cover off his body as he walked to the kitchen, rubbing his face. He answered a couple calls from his manager and some sponsors, before he went through this emails, sipping his coffee. Returning to the room, looking over at you still fast asleep. Drool coming from your lips. The urge to take picture had him snapping two before tossing his phone on the bed and heading to the bathroom.
Toji took his time washing his face, careful of his cuts, brushing his teeth, taking a piss, so on. Then stepping into the shower. His thoughts wandered to you. Rinsing all the sex from his body, he stepped out of the steaming shower drying himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. That’s when he heard the buzzer. Stepping out of the bathroom.
You stirred awake at the loud noise. Eyes blinking at the bright light, you pressed your face into the soft mattress. Just a few more minutes. The bed is so warm. So much room. Then you heard a low voice in the distance. Suddenly your mind woke up, eyes finally opening to see the large windows, that sprayed daylight into the large ass bedroom. Toji-san! Your mind screamed.
You pushed your body up until you fell back onto the mattress. “Shit” you looked down at your body to see the tangled mess that entrapped you. Grumbling to yourself, as you anxiously untangled your limbs.
“You’re up,” his deep voice catching you off guard, quickly holding the blanket to your chest. Your eyes looking up at the man standing beside the open door, walking further in, a gray towel loose on his hips. Your cheeks turning a shade darker at the bruises from yesterdays fight, along with your own nail marks, reminding you of last night.
“uh, morning…” you spoke, cheeks pink. This was the first time you’ve done this. And the last time! But this is awkward! Toji chuckled, walking over as he handed you the box. Luckily you untangled yourself enough to sit up. Letting the cover drop, resting on your lap as you accepted the box.
Toji sipped his coffee as he let you open the package. His eyes wandering over your exposed skin, the morning light finally highlighting his work from the long night. His pride swelling as the bruising hand marks sparkled around your waist, the bite marks still visible around your neck, and tits. Then the beautiful dark hickies littered across your tits and the rest of your body. My he did a number on you.
“Are you serious!” You shouted, pulling out the camera. Your lip quivered as you felt a sudden rush of happiness. It was the same exact one that broke last night. “My camera,” you hugged the brand new camera. “How’d you get a new one so fast?”
“Does it matter?” Toji asked, you shook your head. The man hummed as he watched you pull out the lense.
“This lense is even better, my old one was just a 16-20mm this is a 16-80mm lense,” you ranted, toji had no clue what the hell that meant. But at least you liked it. His hand reached out to your cheek, causing you to look up at him. Your eyes bright and warm as he brushed your hair off your forehead, patting your head. Your face went red, making the man laugh.
“So it’s good?” Toji confirmed.
“Mhmm,” you smiled, the toothy grin having Toji’s stomach warm up, such a cute little thing you were. His hand holding the back of your head, pulled you to his lips. You hummed in surprise, but allowed the man to part your lips, letting you taste his morning coffee. Your tongue wanting to press against his, making Toji chuckle, his hand running down your side as you leaned further in.
Toji soon pulled away as he stood up. “Let’s grab some breakfast,” Toji said. Your eyes bright, and cute flush dusting your cheeks after the heated kiss. “You can shower if you want,” Toji said, you hummed. Putting the camera to the side, you moved off the bed, only for your legs to buckle. Fuck me, there’s no way.
Toji looked over his shoulder. His brow raised, watching you stand back up, but your hand grabbed at your leg and the other held the bed steadying yourself.
“Need help?” Toji’s teasing voiced hit you straight in the chest. Smug bastard. Your jaw clenched as you looked up at him. How adorable. Toji saw the twitch in your eye.
“No,” you snapped, sucking in a deep breath as you got up taking a step forward. Fuck you really needed to use the bathroom, that’s why it’s harder to walk.
“Really gonna be a brat about this?” Toji said again watching you sweat and struggle.
“It’s your fault,”
“My fault…for doing what you asked?” Toji threw back.
“I—you…” toji loved the way you were getting worked up. “It was my first time! It’s not my fault!”
“Okay, yes yes,” Toji waved you aside turning around to leave. “Whatever you say, gonna act like a brat, then make your own way to the bathroom.”
Your fist tightened around the sheets, your legs struggling to move. Just needa piss then it’ll be fine. You sucked up your two inch pride.
“Toji-san,” you called, eyes cast down in embarrassment. “Please help me.” A smirk tugged on his lips, easily striding over, mug aside, hoisting you up, hands on your ass as your legs wrapped around him, arms around his shoulder.
“Wasnt so hard was it?” He met your eyes as you rolled them, making him give your ass a slap. A yelp surprising you as he smirked up, feeling your pussy press against his abs. “You really are one dirty brat,” he said rubbing your ass cheek as he spread them apart feeling you press against him. Suddenly giving it another slap, making you gasp.
“D-Don’t,” you stuttered, you need to use the bathroom. “I have to go, don’t tease me now,” you said embarrassed. Toji laughed, feeling your pussy pulse against his stomach. Your bottom lip tucked in your mouth as you struggled to contain yourself, only for Toji to give you another slap sending a wave down your body, just in time for Toji to let his towel slip to the floor and step in the shower, letting the hot water hit you both.
“You get worked up too easily,” Toji taunted caressing your lips with his thumb as you pissed. Your tongue lulled out as he smiled, letting you suck on his thumb as you rubbed against him, as he held your ass. “Last night not enough for you?” Toji groaned as he felt your tongue circle the tip of his thumb, before you opened your mouth, finishing your release. “You’ll be the death of me.”
Toji rubbed his leaking tip between your folds, as he attacked your lips. “Gonna take me in, like a good girl, eh?” Toji said, rubbing your ass as you hummed nodding. You were adorable, whining and moaning as if you weren’t asking for it. His finger loosened you up, before he sank you on his cock. Your back arching as you held him close, before he started fucking you into the wall.
“Ah so big,” you squeaked, as your moans bounced off the walls. Your pussy clamped around him as he swallowed your moans. Until you were cumming around him. Toji wanted so badly to pull out and have you get on your knees for him as he came on your face, however, he decided he’d rather teach you that another time. He wanted to lay back and enjoy the scene of you gagging and struggle to fit him in your mouth. So he opted for pulling out and cumming between your bodies. Your fingers delicately holding his cock, as Toji nuzzled his face in your neck as you stroked him for more cum, smiling when you felt the thick length twitch and release a bit more.
You were a little wobbly as Toji set your legs down. Your hands holding his arms until you were steady. Toji didn’t bother to think about how out of the ordinary this is for him. How he actually enjoyed how you washed your hair, or how you were struggling on your tip toes to wash his hair until he kneeled on the floor for you. You laughed as you cleaned his hair, and him not caring that he’d taken a shower ten minutes prior, because at least now he was kissing your stomach and feeling up your thighs as your fingers massaged his scalp.
Don’t ask Toji to explain how much he enjoyed your hands cleaning his body or you speaking to him casually. Because if he was being honest, this was something that felt normal. It felt right. You came into his life so unexpectedly yet you fit into it so perfectly.
Toji Fushiguro, the top MMA fighter, known for his unexpected violence. Is a complete and utter softie for this journalist.
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