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Boogie Wonderland (TF)

Synopsis: You're the bartender at the most illustrious Tokyo club, F23. While you love your job, the music, the customers, and your coworkers, you have a very notable no-dating rule. But for some reason, the incredibly sleazy and obnoxious (and incredibly smoking hot) club owner Toji can't seem to take the hint. But what if he actually isn't that bad...though he is obnoxious.

Pairing: Clubowner!Toji x Bartender!Reader

Content Warning: (MDNI) fem reader, toji is actually sweet, lots of spit...sorry, nayoa zenin is in here, and yes, he's as annoying as he is in canon, mâting press, chöking, p slapping, p worshipping, cüm eating (both lol), the two are just kind of filthy, technically voyérisum, desk breaking lol, brééding, toji is mean :p, size knk, p in v, and i think that's it. (vaguely based in the 70's)

WC: 11.1k...i love banter. i'm sorry.

A/N: I highkey hate this, but oh well. I was on such a big disco kick when I wrote this. Shout out Michael Jackson's freaky ahh. (this a repost lmfao)

Even over the big, glaring orange lights, loud disco-pop-techno music fusion, and the familiar, but still questionable amount of smoke clinging to the air, you can feel Toji staring at you. Every day for the past year, he’s done that. Sitting right in his corner, watching you move behind the bar, like a hawk. At first, it creeped you out and made you mad.

When you agreed to become the main bartender for F23, you made it abundantly clear to every single worker, regular, and more that you were on a strict no-dating ban. Getting involved with people at work always makes life way more complicated than it should be. That stern stipulation also included the larger-than-life club owner, unfortunately very sexy, Toji Fushiguro, who, for some reason, even after three hundred and sixty-five days, still couldn’t take his eyes off you.

You’ve learned to grow accustomed to it after the first couple of months. Especially considering that you were here for a job. Hot, disco fever-ridden bodies in search of liquor were more than enough to keep you occupied for the night.

So you had a little bit of a creepy boss? Who just so happened to be hot? That was an unfortunate experience for women in any workplace, especially now. Well, maybe not the hot part, but still. He knew how to keep away, and he still made sure to sign that check, so who were you to complain?

“The usual Utahime?” Utahime Iori sat at the bar, an unlit cigarette in my mouth, looking as straight-laced as ever, even in a place like this.

“You’re a saint, Y/N.” Her eyes cut away from the dancing blonde, Yuki Tsukomo, better known to her as her long-term girlfriend. “I swear, I don’t know why she’s still so adamant about dancing here. She has offers to be on prime time television.” You hold back your smile as you pour the orange juice for her alarmingly frequent tequila sunrise.

“Damn. I still work here, Utahime.” The brunette immediately flusters at your jest.

“No! I mean- Damn it.” You let her fumble over her explanation a little longer, a growing smile coming to your face at every failed apology.

“I’m just messing with you, Uta. Still, there are far worse clubs to work at than F23.” You’d definitely know that. The last place you, the bartender, were definitely a drug-peddling center. You had just about had enough of that place after the second time it got stormed by another gang.

“I know. I just- She’s so talented. She’s so much more than local nightlife entertainment.” You can’t help but smile at the lovestruck woman. Yuki had a charm that a million people could practice daily and still wouldn’t achieve. The woman should be on television, but F23 also had its own charm that you have searched high and low for. The music was great, the staff was all friendly or charming in their own way, the drinks were good, the environment was fantastic, and everyone was welcome. It’s hard to find a place where all those things ring true. It’s why so many high-profile individuals came here for a good time.

“Once you catch the F23 fever, it’s almost impossible to break.” You slide her drink her way, and she scoffs at your words. As much as Utahime imagines life for her girlfriend on the big screen dancing field, there’s something about the in-person grooving you get from a club. Even if you weren’t a dancer yourself, it was something about this place that made you feel safe, even for someone as uptight as a number-based accountant like Utahime.

Satoru Gojo stands on stage, bright green sparkly shirt unbuttoned as he puts on another mix for the crowd to move to, throwing a wink your way before doing the same to Utahime, making her grumble in annoyance.

“I hate that guy.”

“I know.”

“I hate how much time he spends with my Yuki.”

“I know that too.”

“How do you not hate that guy?” You pop your shoulders. Satoru Gojo, the club's DJ, was a world-class flirt; you’re halfway convinced that’s how he got his job, but it was never anything more than petty flirting. He was just like that with everyone; it’s his fun way of being professional. He keeps the crowds alive with that and good music. Plus, who were you to judge someone for being a flirt? You're a bartender; it’s part of your job, and it's one part you really enjoy.

“He’s not so bad. I’m pretty sure he has a girlfriend.”

“I still don’t like him.”

“I think he’s really hot.” Another customer says it only serves to piss her off even more. She takes way more of that drink than she should. You wince, watching her out of the corner of your eye, but you don’t question it. It was going to be a long night for all of you guys.

So you definitely should’ve questioned it.

Carrying a plastered Utahime with the help of her obviously exhausted girlfriend was not how you wanted to close out your shift.

“What the hell did you give her!?” Yuki groans as she lays her girlfriend down in the passenger seat.

“I swear I cut her off after the second tequila sunrise. I think the other women around the bar kept sneaking her drinks, without me noticing.”

“She’s never been like this before.” Yuki sighs and leans against their car. “I cannot believe she hates Satoru that much.” You can’t help but laugh at the memory of an incredibly intoxicated Utahime coming up to Satoru at the end of the night and threatening to end him over one moment of dancing with Yuki before throwing up on his shoes. The frustrated blonde cuts you a look, which only makes you laugh harder.

“Sorry, but you have to admit- it was incredibly funny to watch them play out.” As much as Yuki wants to be angry, she can’t help but crack a smile. It was a miracle she didn’t fall face-first into the floor with the pathetic attempt at a swing she sent towards the white-haired man’s way.

“Sorry for making you help me bring her out here.” She’s quick to shuffle through her bag to find a cig, offering you one. You shake your hands, tightening the bag across your body.

“I’m on my way out. It’s no problem.” After a hug from Yuki that practically covers you in glitter and a little smoke, you’re in your car on your way back home, or at least that’s what you try to do. The loud sputtering of your car rings through the early morning air. “Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me.” You try again, only to be met with more loud sputtering and disappointment.

Maybe if you close your eyes and manifest a working car, it might turn back on. A sudden knock at your window makes you scream. Looking over, you see no one other than Toji Fushiguro leaning against your car, suit jacket tossed over his shoulder.

Great. Wonderful even.

You roll your window down enough to hear him.

“You need help?” Clearly.

“Nope.” You lie.

“You sure about that? Your car sounds like it’s about three seconds away from blowing up my parking lot.”

“It just needs a little TLC, and I’ll have this baby on the road.” You finally look him in the face, watching his face fight a sly grin. He clearly wants to laugh at you. Heavy brows, not even trying to hide his amusement. He doesn’t say anything before he pops off your car, walking away into the night.

Thank god.

You try to start the car again. Once, then twice, then almost for a third time, before a flash of bright lights and a loud horn makes you actually jump out of your seat.

A bright red Pontiac stares back at you, and you already know who’s behind the wheel. Toji pulls beside you before rolling his window down with his signature smile. That smile that screams, I don’t give a damn about your dating ban.

“Get in, doll.” You scoff.

“I’m okay.”

“I’m not going to let you start a fire outside of my club, and there’s no way in hell I’d let you walk alone this late. So get in.” There’s no way in hell you were going to get in that sleaze bag's car. There is absolutely no way a man who’s been watching you with as much intensity as he wants anything more than for his subordinate to give him some.

“I’ll take my chances walking.” He laughs at you at first before his smile falls as you pile out of the car and actually begin walking.

“Are you serious right now?!” He yells out his window.

“As a heart attack!” You don’t bother looking back to see the certain look of disbelief on his face. You’ve barely made it out of the parking lot before the car begins to follow you. Oh my god, this guy is actually a fucking creep.

“You’re crazy if you walk the entire way back to your place.”

“Then call me crazy.” He doesn’t say anything to you, but he doesn’t stop following you. “Mr. Fushiguro, I would really appreciate it if you stopped following me.”

“Not unless you get in the car.” You roll your eyes. Had anyone else been behind that wheel, you would’ve been halfway home by now.

“I can assure you, I’m not getting in that car.” He looks between you and the cars ahead before his signature smile.

“You want to bet?” He slows almost to a stop before he starts blaring his horn. You yelp in surprise, and the cars ahead of you both lower their windows to see what the commotion is about.

“What is wrong with you?!”

“Get in the car.” He continued to bang on the horn at what had to be at least 2 in the morning. The sudden flash of red and blue from down the street is the only reason you run into his car.

“Are you fucking crazy?!” The door shuts with a loud slam behind you.

“Not any crazier than a woman who thinks walking back at three in the morning alone is a good idea. Now buckle up.” You latch the seatbelt, hoping the cops don’t pull either of you over. “Now was that so hard?” He looks over at you, the scar on his lip spreading in joy.

“Sorry, I don’t want to get in the car with a man who clearly wants something from me.” Toji pulls into the turning lane, successfully avoiding the snooping cops.

“What in the world are you talking about?”

“You! You want to sleep with me! You don’t give a damn about my no hooking up/dating at work rule.” You don’t expect boisterous laughter from the man. God, is this man ever not a walking stereotype?

“Now how did you come up with that?”

“You think I can’t see you staring at me every single time I’m on shift? It’s hard not to notice it.” He laughs again, and it makes you angry. Maybe you should’ve taken your chances and kept walking.

“I’m always looking that way because the bar is the one spot in the club where I don’t have security. Guns and liquor don’t mix well, sweetheart.”

Oh.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. You’re not the only bartender I watch; you’re just the only one who hasn’t asked around.” Well, that’s one way to make you feel stupid. What kind of bloated ego do you have to think that your boss must automatically want to sleep with you? “I think the words you’re looking for are ‘Sorry Toji.’” You can’t help the scowl that comes to your face. He’s still an arrogant asshole.

“Right.”

“I’ll take it for now.” He turns the radio up, letting the music fill the very loud silence between the two of you. You don’t do much moving in the seat, accidentally catching his eye in the rearview mirror a couple of times, snapping back into the seat.

This car smells just like him. Bold, overpowering, spicy, and rich. It’s overwhelming, and it’s really making you want to get out of his car. How bad would the hospital bill be if you just rolled out of the car? A broken arm is maybe two paychecks if you pay in total?

“This is you on the right?”

“How do you know that?” As a matter of fact, how did he know the way to your home? Oh, he’s worse than a sleaze; he’s a stalker.

“I keep a file on every employee. It’s standard procedure.” You give a tight nod. Man, you really hope he wasn’t lying. You look around you, hoping that if push came to shove, you could find someone to smack against his blockhead. That’s when your eyes land on it.

A perfectly set-up car seat.

“You have a kid?” You didn’t even mean to ask that.

“A son.” Oh, so now you actually do feel like the worst. Your boss was actually a normal guy with a kid, and half the mind not to let a stubborn woman walk a little over a mile back to her place at two in the morning.

“Right. Well, thank you, Mr. Fushiguro.” You hurry out of the car, trying to get this incredibly uncomfortable interaction over. He’s definitely going to fire you tomorrow. Maybe there’s another bar in desperate need of a bartender with a big mouth who jumps to conclusions.

“Call me Toji, doll.”

“I’d appreciate it if you would stop calling me that.”

“Alright then. Have a good night, sweetheart. Try not to walk around anymore.” He reaches across the console and closes the door for you, a coy grin still plastered across his face.

The next morning, when you woke up to your car in your driveway, fully functional, you almost believed you had hallucinated the whole disastrous situation. That was until you saw the note card tucked away on your dashboard.

Thank me later, doll.

Sincerely Toji.

Ever since that whole car debacle, you’ve become even more hyper-aware of Toji. Turns out he wasn’t lying when he said he kept a file on all of his employees. His head of security, Sukuna, was in charge of creating them.

Now that you know he was actually just being a logical club owner and not planning his way into your pants, you’ve been feeling bad. Especially considering that he no longer sits in his spot to watch the bar, leaving Sukuna there to monitor it now. Great, that termination notice was definitely going to come sooner rather than later.

Right now, with all the money you saved from not having to pay for that piece of shit car, you’re clearing your mind with a nice shopping trip. A bag of new clothes in one hand, the other with a new lingerie set for the confidence boost. Nothing says “I’m put together” while putting in your two weeks like a matching set does.

A sudden knock at your knees pulls you from the spiral, catching you off guard. You look down at the pink-colored impact on your knees.

“I’m so sorry, pretty lady!” You smile at the kid, his chubby cheeks, and sweet eyes, completely wiping away any frustration that you might’ve had.

“You’re okay. Just be careful.”

“Aye, slow down, you damned brat.” Your shoulders stiffen at the familiar tone. Before you can even look at him, his strong cologne hits you first.

“Mr. Fushiguro! Hello. Hi.”

“A simple ' Hey, Toji ' will suffice, doll. No need to be all nervous.” You want to drop all the bags in your hand. The universe has to be playing a cruel joke on you.

“Don’t listen to him.” A third voice pulls you away from your boss's overly familiar look. This time, you’re met with looks that seem to be like his mini clone. He has the same strong brows and glare coming from eerily familiar black bangs. “He’s only saying that because he thinks you’re cute.”

“Shut it, Megumui.” Toji’s mini-me rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything else. This kid is scarily similar to his dad; it almost makes you question if he’s real.

“Mr. Toji, can we please play in the mini park?” That perks up his son’s entire demeanor, going from one of brooding to shared interests with the pink-haired child. Toji looks at you before looking back at the kids.

“Yeah, but stay where I can see you.” The two boys look at each other before heading that way.

“Well, this has been nice.” You nod, trying to step beside him. He steps in your way, arms crossing over his ever-expanding broad chest.

“Hold on there. I believe you owe me a well-deserved thank you and apology.” Oh, how you can’t stand this man, especially when he’s right. It didn’t make any sense, really; he technically didn’t do anything wrong, except that he was obnoxiously arrogant. You close your eyes with a sigh. He’s right; there’s no reason to be rude anymore, even if he is a little (incredibly) full of himself.

“Thank you for the ride back and for fixing my car. How much do I owe you for it?”

“I called in a favor. Don’t worry about it.” You nod, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “And my apology?”

“Sorry for thinking you’re a weirdo.” You don’t mean for it to come out with as much snap as it does. “I shouldn’t have assumed you found me attractive or wanted to sleep with me. I also love my job and would appreciate it if you didn’t fire me.”

“Still a little stiff, but I guess I can accept it.” His brows pop in the perfect way to annoy you. “I made some arrangements at the club so you wouldn’t feel like I was watching you. Can’t have you feeling uncomfortable in my club now, can we?” He looks away for a second, staring at the kids on the plastic playground and thankfully, missing your shocked expression.

Is Toji Fushiguro actually a sweet guy, stuck in the body of an incredibly hot and astounding sleazy man?

“I had to pull a favor with Sukuna. That’s why that kid ran into you earlier.” The dots start to connect slowly as you follow Toji’s line of sight to the incredibly fast pink-haired boy who looks a lot like the head of Toji’s security.

“Sukuna has a kid?”

“Nah, that’s his younger brother. I’m the only dad around here, and it’s to that little asshole.” You can’t help but laugh at Toji’s clear annoyance.

“He comes by it honestly.” You almost immediately regret the statement. This man has already been way kinder to you than he should be. The last thing you should be doing is being rude, even if it’s unintentional.

“Yeah, he definitely didn’t get that from his mom.” Right. It takes two to make a kid.

“Where is she?”

“She’s been dead almost all his life.” Oh.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“You’re alright, sweetheart. It’s been a long time; I’m okay talking about it.” You hate how your heart flips at his soft smile. It’s not that larger-than-life motif he always has; it’s sweet. Probably one of the most genuine looks you’d ever get from him, and it’s making your heart flutter.

Dead wife.

“Right, well, now I’m even more sorry about assuming you thought I was attractive.” He looks over at the kids over your shoulder, smiling, picking back up.

“Nothing to apologize for.” He starts to walk away, but not before he lifts your lingerie bag from your hands, making your heart fall to your feet. “My kid was right. I do find you cute; I just respect your rules.” He swings the bag around his finger, not even bothering to open it, before placing it back in your hand. “Don’t worry about your job. It’s not going anywhere.”

—

You should have quit your job the day your boss twirled your lingerie bag around his finger, yet here you are chit-chatting with another regular, all while hoping there’s a chance you both don’t see and do see your boss. To be fair, you’re hoping you see him, instead of the other way around. You might die if Toji hits you with those striking green eyes that make your entire body feel heavy with something.

“Who do you keep looking for?” Kento Nanami asks, making you jerk back. His eyes narrow at you, waiting to see how you’re going to lie your way out of this one. Kento is probably one of the few regulars you have that you would consider an actual friend. You thought he was cute at first, but the more you two talked, the more you realized that he’s another of the many attractive people who flood this place.

He just has a great personality, too. One that made you want to be friends way more than waste hints over a crowded bar. The only con to that newfound friendship is, unfortunately, his keen perception. How the hell were you going to explain this one?

“Obviously, a woman like her was waiting on a man like me.” The sudden intrusion almost makes you grateful until you see the owner of the voice. His mucky green hair gave him a near Grinch-like appearance. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, but you could tell from the way his entire entourage took over the bar that he was as mean as the look in his eye.

“And who are you?” Kento asks, but Nayoa doesn’t even bother looking back.

“Nayoa Zenin. The owner of the club, Zen-In.” What an awful name. You’ve heard of the club before; it was supposed to be a rival to F23.

Apparently, it was also awful, and if the owner were a signifier of it, you’d probably have to agree with the rumors.

“I want to know who you are.” His eyes glint with something that makes your skin crawl.

“I’m the bartender.” Simple.

“Tell me your name.”

“I’m sorry?” You jolt back, in shock. Where the hell are the guy’s manners?

“Tell me your name, woman.”

“You could ask me what my name is, and maybe I’ll tell you then.” His smile grows, and you can’t help but let the look of disgust take over your face.

“I don’t ask. I take, and I get.” Is this guy for real? “So, tell me what your name is?”

“Get the hell out of here, Nayoa.” Your eyes immediately snap to the new, imposing figure. Toji is standing there in his dark emerald green suit, a stark contrast to the warmth of the club.

“Oh, c’mon Toji. I’m just trying to see how much time I should spend on your bartender. Need to know if she’s the type I take in your parking lot or in your club.”

“You son of a-” You cut in, only to be stopped by Toji.

“You’re not allowed within one hundred feet of this place. Get back to your side of town, and don’t come back.” Toji unbuttons his suit jacket, and Nayoa looks down, smile dropping almost immediately. You don’t even notice Sukuna behind you until he slides his gun on the bar.

Oh. Wow.

This is seriously way above your pay grade.

“Relax, gentleman. We’ll be on our way.” Nayoa turns to you, grabbing your hand that’s been on the counter with almost bruising force, jerking you towards him before placing a kiss on your wrist that makes your blood run cold. “Until later, woman.” You snatch your hand back almost as soon as you can. Nobody moves until they all leave through the front door. Sukuna is moving from behind you at the tilt of Toji’s head.

“Are you okay?” His question makes you realize just how fast your heart was racing.

“I’m going to kill that prick. Who the hell is that?”

“Unfortunately, he’s family.” What?!

“You’re related to that dick?” Toji sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before he buttons his suit jacket again.

“Distantly and definitely not by choice.” He looks over at the entrance one more time before focusing those cold eyes that always warm you up, back on you. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” If Toji sees how Kento jolts in his seat, then he doesn’t say anything. You look between the two of them before giving him a nod. “I’m taking you back home tonight. Sukuna already has your keys.” Before you can say anything, Toji is turning on his feet into the crowd.

“So that’s who you were looking for?”

“Shut up and finish your drink, Kento.”

The ride back to your place was silent. Toji didn’t even bother turning the radio on. He practically white-knuckled all the way back to your place. Neither of you dared move when he parked the car in your driveway. It was you who broke the silence, finally letting one of the many questions you had fly out.

“Are you some kind of crime boss?” Toji lets out a humorless laugh.

“No, but those bastard Zenins are.”

“But they’re your family?”

“By blood, not by choice. I took my wife’s name.”

“Did you get me involved in some turf war because I really don’t think I’m built for that?”

“There’s no turf war. Nayoa is a spoiled brat who thinks everything belongs to him. This club was my wife’s; it’s never been Zenin.”

“That doesn’t answer the other-”

“Y/N. I promise you’re safe. I’ll make sure of that.” His eyes cut over to yours with a look of seriousness you’re not used to getting from him. You nod, hoping it hides the lump in your throat.

“So you do know my name?” You see his lips twitch upwards.

“Of course, I know your name.” It makes sense. Of course, your boss knows your name. He signs your paychecks after, but something about the way he says it makes heat roll under your skin. “Can I see your hand?” You move your hand across the center console, letting Toji’s much firmer hands inspect yours, surprisingly gently. He runs his thumbs across your hand, and you wince when his hand gets to a spot.

“It’s fine. It’ll probably just leave a bruise.”

“I’m going to beat the lights out of him.”

“That sounds very crime bossy.”

“That prick wouldn’t even know how to touch you right.” All of the air gets snatched from your lungs at those words. It’s so silent in the car you’re sure Toji can hear how fast your heart is beating. Almost like instinct, Toji places a kiss on your wrist before gently turning it over, laying another on the front of your hand, green eyes peering up at you with an unreadable look.

“Toji.”

“So you do know my name?” He smiles at you with a knowing look. Oh, that son of a bitch knows what he’s doing. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“What?” He stares at you with this heavy but unreadable look in his eyes before he sighs.

“I told you, I respect your rules.” Maybe it’s the adrenaline running through your veins? Maybe it’s the fact that he’s saved you more times than you can count? Maybe it’s because a very hot man protected you tonight, but you’re reaching over that center console to kiss Toji. Almost immediately, he reacts, hand coming to cup the base of your skull, tilting you open for him.

That undeniable heat shoots down your body, at the soft grunt he lets out against your lips.

You’re just as good a kisser as he knew you would be. No way a mouth as pretty as yours and that runs as much could kiss badly. Before Toji can pull your whole body over the console, a rapid knock at the car window pulls you apart. Toji tries to pull you back in, but you’re already firmly tucked away in the passenger side of his car.

“Fucking, Sukuna.” Toji tosses his head back in frustration, to a very unimpressed Sukuna.

“I would rather not watch you two make out at two in the morning.” His voice is muffled, but firm. You stare at Toji before quickly unfastening the seatbelt.

“Uh, thanks. Goodnight!” Before he can say anything, you’re out of the car and inside your home. Toji’s head drops to the back of his leather seat with a very heavy sigh.

“Sukuna, I'm going to kill you.”

“I wouldn’t advise that, sir.”

–

You called off sick from work for the past three days, hoping to avoid Toji and Nayoa if he showed up. Even though you should be scared of Nayoa’s weird ass, that fear can’t help but be placed second to Toji's. More specifically, about how good of a kisser he is. At first, you blamed the rush of the night for why you kissed him. It was the “being saved by a hot stranger” goggles.

That excuse doesn’t stand three days later when all you can think about is how bad you want to kiss Toji again, and again. How desperately you want him to drag those scared lips further down. Hear what other noises he can make. What other sounds can you make? These are thoughts that you definitely should not be having about your boss, especially not about your boss, whom you’ve unfortunately made so clear that you're dating-ban-to. So that’s how you ended up out club hopping with your friends. Praying that something will take your mind off how badly you want your boss.

“I liked that last club, guys.”

“But I’ve heard so many good things about this club! Apparently, they’ve really upped their game in the last few weeks.” Your friend says, turning in, as the club sign comes into view. In painfully bright fluorescent lights, you read:

Club Zen-In

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

You need to get the hell out of here.

“Um, I’ve actually heard so many bad things. We should turn around! Let’s turn around!”

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N, don’t be a square.” You’re practically being forced against your will to the club. You try to hide behind them; maybe none of Nayoa’s goons are out right now. That’s when you make the unfortunate decision to look forward to check and make eye contact with one.

Shit.

“Hey! The broad hiding behind the chicks!” Maybe if you pretend you don’t hear him, you can ignore him. The line to get in was long; there’s no way your friends were willing to wait for that long. “Hey! I’m talking to the broad in the orange.” Damn it.

“You know the bouncer?” Your friend locks her arms with yours, dragging you towards the goon's voice, even though anyone with a functioning brain can clearly see you do not want to be here. “Here she is! I don’t know why she’s acting so shy. She’s never like this.” You’re going to strangle this friend as soon as you’re out of the vicinity of this club.

“I’ll let the boss know you’re inside.”

“Don’t do that!” It’s rushed. “He’s a busy man. Plus, I’m not going in without my friends.” He looks over his shades, challenging you with a harsh glare. One you don’t back down from, purely out of your safety.

“They won’t help, but you can definitely try.” The words make you sick. You’re kind of hoping Toji does beat the daylights out of Nayoa now. You can’t tell if your friends are blinded by having a special entrance or if they’re just high on disco, but they don’t notice his words. Instead, squealing in joy and thanking you endlessly as if this wasn’t your worst nightmare. You’re sparkly-covered prey right in the middle of the lion's den.

Your friends have long disappeared into the crowd, finding their own people to dance with. This entire time, you’ve been tucked away in a corner, trying to hide from Nayoa. Without Toji here to protect you, there’s only so much fight you can realistically put up unless he never finds you.

His club sucks, too.

It’s too bright. Too sterile.

The music is subpar.

There’s no life here.

A flash of green hair from across the crowded people catches your attention. Nayoa is making his descent down the stairs, searching for you.

Damn it.

Maybe if you run, you’ll be able to hide in one of the neighboring buildings. Yeah, that sounds like your best bet.

Before you know it, you’re being dragged by an unknown person. The fear in your body is almost immediate. This fucking prick got one of his goons to gather you? What a bitch.

“Stop hitting me, doll.” The words make you stop. “I’m not here to hurt you.” That’s when you recognize Toji’s build. Broad shoulders, strong arms, busking against the satin of his shirt, a thin waist you hadn’t noticed before under all those suit jackets. You let Toji drag you wherever he’s leading you.

By the time you’re in what you soon recognize as Nayoa’s office, all your nerves have settled.

“Toji, what are you doing here?”

“Better question: what are you doing here? Why the hell would you put yourself in the reach of that loser?” He’s right.

“My friends made me come.”

“Get better friends.” He’s right again. “Why didn’t you guys stay at the last club?” Your head whips over to him as he paces the office like he’s trying his best to rationalize your incredibly stupid decision.

“How do you know about the last club?” He stops walking, his shoulders tense immediately like he’d been caught dead in the act. He pauses, letting whatever poorly mixed disco song fills the room before you speak again. “Toji.”

“I’ve had one of my men tailing you since that night.” He sighs.

“What?! Toji, what the hell is your problem?”

“You! You’re my problem. You’re putting yourself in trouble around a man who doesn’t care about your no.”

“And you do? Having me trailed?”

“I had to. Considering someone vanished for three days. If you were scared to come back to the club after Nayao’s little display, you could’ve told me. I was worried about you, Y/N.” The confession softens your anger slightly. He genuinely seemed concerned for your well-being. You don’t know why care always shocks you, why it always makes your heart pick up.

“You were worried?”

“Of course I was.” His hand slides down his face. “I hate that Nayao scared you into not coming back. That prick doesn’t deserve that much space in your life.”

“He wasn’t why I was scared to come back.” His brows furrow before he shuts his eyes and looks away from you. You watch his hands clench and then release. He’s been thinking about it too.

“I’m sorry for that. Told you I respect your rules, and I really do.”

“I kissed you, Toji.” His eyes cut to yours, sharp and knowing, like he’s reminding you that he knows.

“Still shouldn’t have kissed you back. You got your boundaries, and I promise I’ll respect them. Don’t worry about it, doll.” He straightens out the color of his deep V-neck. Giving you the perfect display of all the well-shaped muscles underneath. This was not helping you forget about that kiss at all.

“Toji.” His eyes look over to you again, widening at the sad look on your face.

“What’s wrong?” You hadn’t even realized how sad his words made you feel. You liked kissing him; hell, you’d let him do a lot more of that if it weren’t for your damned rule.

Before you know it, you’re pulling him by his collar, finally scratching that itch of kissing him. Just like last time, he’s quick to kiss you back. Mouth sloppily meeting yours. Fuck, even the way he kissed had your knees buckling. When you run your tongue across his bottom lip, that’s when he pulls back.

“You out of your mind, doll? Seriously. You on something?” His heavy chest heaves in front of you, begging to distract you from his gloss-covered lips.

“No. I’ve wanted to kiss you again for the last three days. It’s been driving me insane.” His confused face looks between your lips and eyes before that signature arrogant smile takes over his features.

“Yeah?” He bumps his nose against yours, lips in a teasing distance, almost making you go cross-eyed. “What about your rule?”

“Toji, please.” His smile parts slightly, especially when you try to tug him back by his collar.

“You want me. You tell me where that rule stands.”

“To hell with it, just fucking kiss me.” He does just that, hands pulling you by the throat towards him in a way that makes you dizzy. One disgustingly wet kiss after the other, Toji wasn’t letting up. Tongue meeting yours most sinfully, sucking on it like he was working to make you weak. Somewhere in between making out, you’re being hoisted up on the desk—Nayoa’s desk, because you’re in his office, in the middle of his club.

“Toji-”

“I love it when you say my name. Makes me fucking crazy.” He leans back in for a kiss, only to be met with your finger.

“We’re in Nayoa’s office.”

“I’m perfectly aware of that, baby. Now move that damn finger.” The new pet name sends heat trickling down your spine.

“What if he comes in?”

“He won’t.”

“What if he hears?”

“I hope he does.” Toji’s hands slide down your body, pulling you right where he needs you. Your mouth drops, feeling him pressing right against you. “Hope he and his weak-ass groupies hear us. Hope they hear how wet I know I make you. Hope they hear how loud you’re going to say my name. Hope they hear how fucking loud I’m gonna make this pussy.” You can feel him throb against you, making you gasp. He’s big; that noticeable tent in his cream colored pants has all of your attention. His eyes follow your line of sight, laughing slightly. “Want to see it, sweetheart?”

You’re nodding faster than you should, and all it does is make Toji laugh harder at you.

“Haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already gone.” His words should make you upset, but who could be upset when Toji Fushiguro is unbuckling his pants in front of them? His dick springs out, slapping against the material of his shirt, and your already parted mouth drops to the floor. Big was an understatement; he was huge. No wonder he was always so smug. Even when he grips his base, his big hand barely wraps around the whole thing.

“Holy shit. Toji, you’re massive.”

“Yeah, keep talking, baby.” The pleasure in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed. He slowly jerks his dick between your thighs, and you’re entranced. “Keep drooling like that, and I’ll make you spit on it. Get it all nice and wet for me, baby.” Your hand immediately flies up to your face to wipe the thin pool of drool in the corner of your lips. Fuck he had you hypnotized, and maybe that’s why you do what you do next.

A fat glob of spit trickles from your lips right at the base of his thick mushroom tip, making the man in front of you stumble.

“Is that good?”

“Shit.” Toji doesn’t even try to hide the breathy groan. “Shit- fuck- I knew you were fucking filthy.” One hand forces your already open mouth even wider, tilting it back enough for him to angle his spit right on your tongue. This was pornographic. Absolutely fucking filthy, and it was making you squirm into the desk.

Spitting on your boss’s dick while he jerks off between your legs, making you swallow his own spit. This sounds like a scene out of a fucking cheap Blockbuster porno, and yet here you are bucking your hips into nothing at the scene.

“Swallow it.” You don’t break eye contact as you do, making Toji grunt. “You look good like that. Bet you liked swallowing me, huh?” You try your hardest to nod with the grip Toji has on your jaw. He smiles at you before his brows furrow inward.

“Want me to help Toji?”

“Nuh-uh. I want you to watch me come on to you. I want you to see how well I respected your rule, every night instead of coming behind that bar and kissing you like I’ve wanted to since I hired you.” He lets go of your face, letting you watch him practically fuck his hand, rolling his hips like it was really you. Wet slaps ring through the room, making any song playing outside the room go mute. Your eyes watch the way his big tip bullied its way through his hand, stretching it in a way that made your thighs ache.

Big beefy arms flexing in a way that made your breath hitch. Those arms you tried to ignore for so long. Taunting abs that would make any woman drool flexed at every loud push of his hand. He was putting on a show. One that was driving you insane.

If he looked like this just fucking his hand, what would he look like fucking you?

“You’re so fucking hot.” Toji’s hips stuttered at your sudden comment. The big bad, larger than life, club owner likes to be complimented? “Fuck it’s so big, Toji.” His hand smacks beside you, trying to grip the wooden table, but failing. “Don’t know if I can take it.”

“You can. Fuck- I know you can.” His eyes narrow at you, and you can’t help but smile.

“But you’re so big. Everything about you is just so big.” Your hands slide up his corded arms, squeezing tightly at his biceps.

“Stop saying that, doll.” It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to hear the way his voice breaks at the end, or how much louder the smack of his hips against his own hand gets.

“But you are Toji. You’re so big, gonna split me open.”

“Shit-” His eyes roll to the back of his skull. This image of a sweaty, weak, lust-driven Toji was going to stick with you for months. Scratch that for the rest of your life. “I’m gonna cum if you keep saying that.”

“Promise?” His lust-covered eyes cut to you, jaw hanging before shutting tight, popping in stress.

“Fucking tease.” He heaves before his head drops forward on your shoulder, his own tensing in front of you. You don’t know how you managed to do it, but in that one moment alone, you’re able to graze his now-angry tip barely. “Fuck! Don’t- I’m gonna-”

“Cum on me? Please, Toji. I want to be covered in it.” You wrap your much smaller hand around him, watching his face go blank for a second before he fucks it. The loud popping from the mix of your spit and precum is almost deafening, and it’s turning you on way more than it should.

“You got the filthiest fucking mouth. Shit-”

“Wish it was in me, Toji. I could take it.”

“Yeah- hnng. Know you could. Fuck, you’re built for me, baby.” He holds your wrist still, just firm enough so you won’t go, but not enough to leave bruises.

He does know how to touch you.

“Are you gonna cum on me, Toji?”

“Yeah- fuck- yeah, I’m gonna cum on you. And then I’m gonna fuck that pretty pussy of yours full. Watch you struggle to take me, make you beg for it with my name coming off that nasty tongue of yours, and make everyone in this club hear how messy I make you.”

That lewd moan that slips from you only drives Toji even more insane. He’s gonna fucking bust all over your shorts, cover your thighs in him, and make you walk out with it on. “You like that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what doll?”

“Yes, please. I want it. I need you, Toji, please.” It’s that desperate plea that breaks Toji. He lurches forward, his hips trying to fight against fucking your hand and continuing. The first rope of cum lands right at the seam of your pussy, and it sends Toji’s head forward.

“Oh fuck- fuckkkk,” Toji swears his vision goes out for a second before he’s desperately watching as each rope of cum decorates your body. His body shudders as he struggles to find his center. You looked so good covered in him, just like he always knew you would.

“Oh my god, there’s so much.” You look at the mess splattered across your hands and thighs in astonishment. If he came this just from your hand, then he really is going to fuck you full. You don’t say anything more when Toji puts his head on your shoulder; honestly, you find it cute. He’s obviously spent, or at least he came harder than he thought he would. “Tired old man?”

He scoffs before taking your cum covered hand, bringing it to your lips. “Put that mouth to use, baby.” His eyes are almost completely dark, and there is a sense of seriousness in his voice. He’s pushing your wet fingers into your mouth, watching you suck and lap at his own release. “You’re so pretty.” His confession is airy as his dark eyes follow every swipe of your tongue. He forces them further down your throat, and an annoyingly cocky grin grows on his face when he hears the slight gag. His recent orgasm doesn’t stop his dick from jerking in response to the lewd sounds that are leaving you.

He’s always thought you were pretty. Watched you walk into his club in a suit way too professional for a disco club, and immediately fell for you when you made him the best amaretto sour he’s ever had in his life. Yeah, he watched the bar because there was no security, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t watch you.

He saw how open his regulars were with you. Laugh whenever you politely decline a bolder attempt from customers. Silently seethed whenever you did flirt to get a good tip, wishing it was him instead who got that sultry look instead of that big shot lawyer who came in every Wednesday. But now, he knows how pretty you look putting on a show with that irresistible mouth of yours, spit gliding down your hand, trickling onto his as you greedily searched to take every last drop.

All of it just for him.

“Look at you being so good. Finally, not running that mouth at me.” He pulls your hand from you, and you chase after it dumbly, before he puts his lips back to yours. Not even bothering with any sweet tender kisses. Your now-soaked hands work to unbutton his V-neck, and he pulls you closer to him. His own hands find purchase around your throat, the other sliding down, popping the button on your shorts.

Your mouth falls open when his firm fingers find your clothed clit. He pulls you back into a kiss, smiling as you struggle to kiss him back. Especially when his fingers press the fabric into you, teasing you just enough to make you buck into him.

“You’re dripping through your panties, sweetheart.” His words make your ears burn; you can feel the lack of friction every time he curls the drenched fabric in. “All this is from just watching me cum on you? You’re nasty.”

“Stop talkin-oh my god.” Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his rough hands harshly circling your poor, neglected clit.

“Nah, that’s just me, baby.” You don’t say anything, or rather you can’t say anything, not with the way his hand tightens around your neck, making you just a little dizzy. “Look at you shaking, and I haven’t even properly touched you yet.” His fingers drag through your folds. “Fuck you’re actually dripping on me.”

“Toji- hng please.” He doesn’t listen to you, instead pulling his fingers from you and bringing them to his own mouth. Thumb forcing your face up to watch him, slurp up your wetness. The scene is enough to make anyone blush. The way his eyes roll to the back of his head, as he hums.

Fuck, he knows he’s hot. Arrogant son of a bitch. You hate how much it turns you on, how you’re practicing humping the air for something more.

“You taste as good as you look. Fuck- I need it. Need to taste her.” Toji’s pushing your shorts down easily, ripping through your new set and stockings. “I’ll buy you more.” He’s immediately on his knees, dragging his sharp nose over your thighs, licking and sucking his own mess.

His lips drag across yours, making you buck into him.

“Trying to ride my face?” His voice is ragged, unlike his usually smooth, playful one.

“Can I?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.” He pulls you to his face, nose nuzzled right against your clit. The first drag of his tongue makes your mind go blank. Loud, unapologetic slurps fill the air, the coil in your stomach already starting to wind tight. Toji is eating you out like a starved man. One of his hands pins your hips to the desk.

Of course, he wouldn’t let you ride his face.

“T-hng Toji!” Your body slumps forward, hand running through his hair. The wet saccharine smacks of his mouth are lewd enough to make your ears burn. He eats it so filthily, like the kind of man anyone would expect him to be.

“I eat it, what baby?”

Did you say that out loud? Before you could answer, a harsh slap to your clit made you jolt out a pathetic and broken moan.

“Toji, it’s so good.” He hums, vibration only turning you on even more. His nose knocks against your buzzing clit, as his tongue pushes through that ring of muscle fucking you back on his mouth. Toji was hoping you couldn’t see how bright red his face was, how sloppy his tongue was loving inside of you, or how he was starting to groan shamelessly. He doesn’t know if he’s ever been this pussy drunk before.

Every lap of his tongue only brought him closer to insanity. He grunted in annoyance as you pushed his head away. Your low eyes and heavy chest only made him want to get back to work.

“You gotta- gotta breathe, Toji.” You look at his slick covered jaw, dark eyes completely lusted over, lips so puffy from sucking on your clit it almost gave him a pout. You felt yourself clench, another line of wetness pools out of you at him.

“Tch. I’m right where I want to be.” He smacks your hand from his head, diving right back in. It should worry you that this man was less concerned about breathing air than he was about eating you out, but when two of his fingers pressed against you, the concern was tossed out the window.

You greedily take in his blunt fingers, and Toji shamelessly stretches you out on them. Deafing pops fill the office and drip onto Nayoa’s desk as Toji’s fingers work into you.

“Ha-T-Toji.”

“Fuck you’re clenching around my fingers so hard. No way you could take my dick if you’re struggling to take my fingers.” He’s so fucking mean.

“Shut- ha!” A harsh suck at your clit drops whatever rebuttal is on your tongue. You're fighting against Toji’s grip to fuck into his face and simultaneously run from his heavy fingers as they graze that sweet spot inside of you, making your mind blank.

“Aw c’mon doll. You gotta make-” His taut dies down at the way your hands push him further into your core, legs locking around his face. Toji would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on. His grunt vibrates against your clit, making another pathetic sob come from you.

“Fuck. Toji, I’m gonna-” He doesn’t ease up. Instead, he speeds his fingers up, lips locking an almost cemented lock on your poor, abused clit, making you thrash on his face. “Toji! Fuck- I’m cumming. I’m cumming!”

Electricity shoots down your spine, and your legs shake around his head, hands gripping his hair so tight you’re worried you might’ve caught a few strands. That mean son of a bitch doesn’t let up either; instead, he greedily keeps going, making you whine at the overstimulation.

“Toji, it’s-it’s-hic.” Toji smiles as the tear that rolls down your face. “Too much!” He slowly pulls away, not without making you watch him lick you off him again. When he stands above you again, he’s quick to make you taste yourself on him. Tongue filling your mouth almost immediately, greedily and sloppily kissing you again. His hands skate everywhere on your body, over the torn fabric covering your thighs, your bare arms, down your shirt as he works at the tied knot, letting it hang off your shoulders before pushing it off you in desperate tugs.

He pulls back from the wet kiss, watching the few strings of spit snap between the two of you before he stares at your bare chest.

“I don’t wear bras.” His jaw unhinged slightly before his eyes snapped back to yours. “And you’re right. I do taste good.” He laughs roughly and dryly, almost as if he were barely amused. It’s cut short by a loud bang at the door.

“Are you and that broad in my office, Toji?!” Nayoa screams over the music, and you feel your body run cold. He was right outside the door; only ten feet separated him from you. Before you could search for an exit, Toji’s nose skimmed your neck, his lips leaving light kisses in his trail.

“Ignore him.”

“He’ll kill us.” Toji snorts, and it does nothing but piss you off. How could you let yourself get so reckless? You knew getting with Toji would cloud your judgment, and now here you are, in the world's worst position ever. “Is that funny?”

“Very. Considering Sukuna already took out all of his staff.”

“You said you’re not a crime boss.”

“M’not, but Sukuna’s family is, and they owe me big time.” Oh.

“What if Sukuna hears?”

“Trust me. He’s got that covered.” The nerves in your body light a flame. This is dangerous. Way too reckless. “If you really don’t, I will happily get us the hell up out of here.” His hands find yours, squeezing them slightly, eyes softening with a pool of sincerity. You stare at the door before a flash of Toji’s words from earlier comes back. This was reckless, but it definitely wasn’t any more reckless than everything you already did.

“You said his goons would hear too. It’s a shame Sukuna took them all down.” Toji blinks once, then twice, like he’s surprised you agreed to this, before that signature smirk shows on his face.

“I’ll do better next time.” Toji’s mouth is back on yours before you fully laugh at his eagerness. He also knows this is crazy. If anything, this will make the Zenins hate him more, but that does nothing but make him press you back into the desk. One hand coming down to smack the fat of your ass. Toji slides his fat tip through the plush of your lips, greedily watching you soak him. “God, this pussy is as pretty as I knew it would be.”

“Sounds like you think a lot about my pussy.” Toji doesn’t even look up, unabashedly groaning. He doesn’t know if he’s ever been this turned on in his life. Just hearing you say the word pussy has him about to lose his mind.

“I think a lot about you.” Before you can say something to embarrass him about that confession, he’s pressing that first inch into your gummy walls. If there were any noises around you two, neither of you would have heard them. Your jaw slackened in pleasure. This was only the first inch? “Shit.” Your eyes move up to Toji’s, whose eyes are blown completely out. His dark eyes look almost pitch-black.

“Toji?” The breath gets snatched out of you as he keeps pushing in. “F-fuck. It’s too much!”

“You can take it.” His words are short, as he pushes your legs further apart, watching as he stretches you to the brim. He can already see the bulge of his cock against your tummy; all it does is make him want to fuck up into you more. See how pretty your cunt looks trying to take him. His thumb comes to clit, rubbing harsh circles that have you practically sobbing as he stuffs another inch in you.“Said you want it, s-so take it.” Oh, he was gone. “You can take it. You-” He’s cut off by the way your cunt squeezes him in the most tantalizing way. This was so much better than he imagined it could be. “It’s barely halfway in, baby.”

What? You try to lift yourself up to see, but every rickety push of Toji’s hips has every bit of sense tipping out of your head.

“I’m so- fuck Toji, you’re so big. I can’t.” Toji drags your hips towards him. Had you been moving away from him?

“Nuh-uh. Say it again?” Another harsh movement against your throbbing clit had you withering against him. What was even the question again? “Stop running, and say it again. Say how big I am, sweetheart.”

“S-sho big.”

“Sho big, huh?” He mocks, but you see the way his stomach clenches at your words. Sweat dripping from his massive frame. “Take a deep breath, pretty. I’m gonna stretch this pussy. Ruin you for anyone who thinks they could make you feel this good.” You try to breathe, but it comes out broken as Toji pushes those final few inches in you. “Fuck!”

“Toji! Shit- so full! So big!” Your toes curled at the way his messy tip French kisses your cervix. You don’t care how loud you’re being right now, but Toji does. He’s starting to realize that if you keep telling him how big he is, he might just cum earlier than he needs to, but he can’t bring himself to make you shut up. He needs Nayoa to hear just how good he makes you feel, hear you topple over with his name on your tongue. Maybe then the scum would take the hint.

“Yeah? Can tell she likes it. Listen.” Every roll of his hips felt like you couldn’t breathe. Half paying attention to just how loud your pussy was. “Don’t you hear her? How loud she is? You’re dripping all over me?” This desk was never going to be usable the way you kept leaking onto the rich wood beneath you.

The loud, messy, smacks of dick every time he pushed into your deafening cunt made the blood rush to his ears. Your warm walls held him so snug at every thrust, it made the monolith of the man before you buckle in pleasure. His hand was nothing compared to the real thing, compared to you.

“Toji I-hnng. Fuck-”

“Can’t even form a thought, can you?” A particularly harsh thrust sends you further up the desk, making Toji slam your hips and the fat of your ass back to him. He grunts, watching the way the flesh of your thighs shakes around him.

“Shut up.” You yelp at the feeling of his deft hand on your pussy. Sparks of white-hot pleasure spark across your body as he barely hits your clit.

“Watch that mouth, doll. What happened to me being big?”

“Maybe if you fuh-fuck-fucked me right. Shit.” You watch as Toji spits onto your pussy, almost missing it entirely.

“If I fuh-fucked you right?” He laughs, but it has no humor. His voice is ravaged. You may be cockdrunk, but he’s been pussydrunk. “You don’t hear how noisy this pretty pussy is? Sounds like I’m-hng-” His jaw slackens for a moment when he finally hits that sweet spongy part of you. “Think I’m f-fucking her just right.”

You’re barely paying attention to him, more so focused on how he keeps kissing your g-spot with so much intensity it makes your entire body shake. He needs to make you cum before you start to see just how bad your pussy is taking him out. Before he can even realize what he’s doing, he’s taking your legs from around his waist and hooking them around his shoulders. He’s pressing further into your body, hands smacking the desk, jolting more than he already was.

That’s when you first feel the first glimmers of your orgasm coming. The mean stretch in your legs, the loud, deafening smacks of Toji’s hips.

Thwack

“Oh-nngh- it’s so good!” Toji bites back a whimper when he feels the crescent of nail grip into the muscle of his shoulders. Fuck he hopes it left marks so that he can remember this.

“Am-hnng- fucking you right?” He’s no better than you are right now. His maw open, breathing heavy pants into your neck, barely hiding every desperate noise that left him at every cant of his hips. You felt too good like this. He might not be able to stop, might just have to stay here forever and fuck you full. You can’t escape him like this; he’s fucking you thoroughly. There’s no way you’d ever forget this.

Nothing but deafening smacks, loud groans from Toji, and borderline screams from you fill the room. Nayoa was sure to be listening to an exhaustively clamorous show.

“Toji, I’m so so so close.” You whimper against his ear, making his eye damn near cross. He can feel it, every single torturous clench of your cunt made the pressure behind his hips burn, it drove him to insanity.

“Yeah?” He’s so happy you’re too high on pleasure right now to notice how his voice cracks. “Gonna cum on me?” You nod fiercely, biting down on your lip, trying to find some sense of grounding. “Be good for me, doll, go ahead and cum on me. Fucking drench me.” Toji’s thumb comes down to your clit, and his other hand tightens on your throat, making you dizzy.

“Toji!”

“Yeah, keep saying my name. It’s all me.” His words send you right over the edge, specks of white covering your vision with so much intensity you’re almost scared. You don’t think you’ve ever cum this hard in your life.

“T-T- cumming!” He can tell. It’s making his balls tighten, and a pathetic moan releases as he watches your eyes fill with tears, with every deafening ring of your constricting cunt around him. He can taste his own orgasm coming. “Fuck! Cum in me! Toji, please cum in me!” His hips stutter, stomach caving in pleasure, eyes blinking in disbelief.

“D-shit!” The first few noticeable spurts of precum leave him, a warning that if he doesn’t pull out now, he’s going to paint your gummy walls; the visual only sends him further down a path of insanity. “Don’t talk out your pussy. I’ll fucking cum-”

“Not- nngh- it won’t stop!” Your maw is open, another thin line of drool coming out of your mouth. “N-not, please. Need you. Need it. Cum in-” Toji covers your mouth, hips fucking into you like some kind of animal.

“Fuck! Fuck! You and this filthy mouth-filthily fucking pussy- want me to cum in you?” You dumbly nod against his hand, and you watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head, jaw opening to let the prettiest noises out. His pale skin is flushed, swollen lips moving as a stretch of incoherent words come out. His thumb doesn’t stop, and with the bruising pace of his hips bucking right against that sweet spot, you’re toppling towards another orgasm. Overstimulation is almost taking you out right then and there.

“I’m gonna stuff you full, and yer gonna take it. Take it- take it- cause fuck this pussy was made for me.” His words only send you towards another orgasm, and when it hits, so does Toji’s. The first few spurts of his heavy cum start to paint your insides. You don’t even notice how your body starts to slant to the right, not with the hold Toji has on you. “Oh my- fuck!”

Toji and you ride the highs out, unapologetically loud and wet. He just won’t stop cumming. The mess between the two of you fills the room with the loudest

Squelch

“Toji, it’s so much.” He moves his hand, pulling you towards him, lips locking with yours, uncontrolled and messy, like the rest of you. When the high finally comes down, Toji pulls away, chest rising like he just ran a marathon, eyes still blown out. That’s when you notice he’s holding all of your weight. You look down to see that the right side of Nayoa’s desk has completely given out. “We-”

“-broke the desk.” He finishes for you. You pull your eyes away from the desk to look at where you two connected, a stringy, syrupy mess collected between you two. Without meaning to, you throb, and it makes Toji wince. “Jesus, doll.” He takes another deep breath. “Give me a second.” You laugh, eyes coming back up to Toji, who still seemed dazed. You let your hands creep up his body, giving him time to process everything that had gone down. “Glad I didn’t flip you over like I wanted to.” You gasp at how lewd he sounds, going to smack his chest, but he catches your hand, kissing down it. “Don’t get shy on me now. I’m still in you.”

You pull your eyes away from him, feeling the blush creep down your body.

“You think he heard?” Toji snorts against your forearm, pulling your arm away from his mouth.

“Nayoa? You heard that?” There’s silence before a loud thud against the door follows. You barely make out the familiar tone of Sukuna’s voice before Nayoa speaks up.

“Y-yes!” You scoff out a laugh when you see Toji’s grin grow.

“You’re gonna need a new desk!” That actually makes you laugh harder. Maybe you should probably be concerned about how much trouble you could legally get in, but the post orgasm haze has got you completely calm. Toji finishes his path up your arm, finally meeting your lips for one last slow kiss before he pulls out, wincing as he tucks himself back into his pants, and that’s when it hits you.

“Toji?”

“You look good, full of me.” He’s not even trying to have a sense of decorum. You pause, left speechless for a second before you remember what you were going to say.

“What the hell am I going to wear?” Toji looks at you with confusion before he follows your eyes to the torn fabric of your shorts around your ankles—all his doing.

“Oh.”

A/N: Do I highkey hate this? Yes! Am I going to keep it up for practice? Yes!

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