we came separately | t. zen'in
you’re set to be the bridesmaid at a wedding, and the soon-to-be-weds pair all of the bridesmaids up with a groomsman. it isn’t until the day of that you find out your pair is the person you hate most: toji zen'in. but after a few glasses of wine, things end up a little heated at the reception.
soundtrack: 📀 consistency - ft. jhene aiko
word count: 💌 9.2k (oops)
content warning: 💢 mean!toji, afab!reader, degrading, dumbificafion, alcohol & tobacco usage, cunnilingus, riding, missionary, no pulling out, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, mouth spitting, masochism/sadism, enemies > luvrs
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ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴀᴍᴏꜱ.
ʀꜱᴠᴘ ʙʏ 04/01.
ɴᴏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ. ᴘʟᴜꜱ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ.
Your hands spin the invitation over and over in your lap while sitting in a salon chair, just inside the bride’s suite of the wedding boat. The hairdresser on duty has styled your hair with tons of pins, jewels, and flowers.
You must look your best ahead of your big role in today’s event: Yuki’s bridesmaid. Though, for or some reason, you are not very thrilled; instead, riddled with edge, the feeling of impending doom washing over you.
Perhaps the color of your dress: lilac. Not your favorite. Or perhaps it's your empty stomach.
C’est la vie. The ceremony is beginning soon.
Gasps suddenly erupt from behind you, and in the reflection of the mirror, you see Yuki emerge from behind a room divider.
Everyone in the suite freezes, gushing over her veil, the sparkles in her wedding gown, the pin-up curls in her voluminous blonde hair. She is a beautiful bride.
The stylist finishes your hair off with some hairspray, and releases you to mingle with the other girls.
You all gush over Yuki for a few minutes, and all the while, your feeling of dread heads to a climax. Yuki looks at you, a bit of pity in her eye, and gently pulls you away from conversation with the other bridesmaids.
“Uh, hey, Y/N,” she begins nervously. “There’s been a small change.”
“With what?” you question.
“With your pairing,” she says, biting her lip. “For the ceremony.”
All of the bridesmaids had been paired up with the groomsmen. You, having been assigned to your good and mutual friend Gojo, earning the envy of a few other bridesmaids.
“Satoru has had to step out of the wedding,” she begins with regret. “He’s still attending, but the idiot broke his ankle. He… can’t walk.”
You roll your eyes. He could definitely walk with assistance, but you figure it mostly has to do with his pride. Hobbling down the aisle on crutches would put a dent in his reputation.
“So, I have no one to walk with then?” you ask, feeling a pit in your stomach.
“You do,” Yuki is getting visibly more anxious, and you wish she’d just rip off the bandaid. “It’s just not... who you think.”
“What?” you ask, trying not to get impatient. “Have you had one of the teenagers fill in? Itadori?”
Yuki shakes her head. “Not quite.”
You keep thinking, “Oh, so then it’s Nanami?”
The name feels like an arrow flying directly from her mouth and into your chest.
Zen’in. The irritating, smug nut job that knows how to push the deepest, most hidden of your buttons. Every hangout, every interaction with him when the group is all together, feels like someone is hammering nails into your skull.
And Yuki, completely aware of this, had paired you up with him.
“Choso and I thought it would maybe be an opportunity for you two to put your differences aside,” she continues nervously. “And… um, well, no one else agreed to give up their partners.”
You resist the urge to vomit onto Yuki’s dress. You wonder how she’d even gotten him to agree to be in the wedding, let alone agree to be your aislemate.
“Only because I love you and want you to enjoy your day.” You smile a bit as she visibly relaxes. “Does he know about this? How does he feel?”
“Actually, I don’t know,” Yuki shrugs a bit. “You’ll have to ask Choso...”
But there is no time. The bells are ringing.
You take a deep breath and attempt to flatten out the skirt of your dress, which is flared and rests a little below mid thigh. It’s perfect for the summery weather, but there is a notable draft from the water, and it keeps threatening to push the skirt into the air.
Your heels are relatively short, but you're aching to take them off already; hopefully, the ceremony is quick.
When you exit the suite with the rest of the bridesmaids, you are greeted by the setting sun glittering across the water surrounding the yacht; all of the white sparkles and purple accents littered across the deck.
Despite how stunning, it feels like all eyes are on you. To distract yourself, you search the rows of seats for Gojo’s white hair.
It appears right up front. Crutches nowhere to be found.
Something inside of you lights on fire.
The groomsmen come around the corner from the other side of the deck, one-by-one finding their partner and standing beside them.
Several moments pass and everyone has their pair, except you. Your chest begins to feel heavy.
You try not to spin around, searching, but your heart is beating quicker and quicker. How awful would it be if Toji had opted out at the last minute.
But right before you nearly run away from the line in pure embarrassment, a bulky, shadowed frame rounds the corner.
As tall and smug as ever. His black suit fits perfectly, which somehow angers you more. The lilac pinned to his shirt is, unfortunately, a flawless parallel of your dress.
His hair falls around his head, styled like usual, and the scar on his lip that he refuses to explain seems to wink at you under the sun’s reflective rays.
You realize suddenly that you have not taken a breath in a few seconds. You blink and snap your gaze away.
Toji does not look phased to see you. He simply slides into the caboose of the line, right beside you, in a cloud of coconut oil and cologne.
Several seconds of silence pass and it feels like the two of you are all alone in a humid bubble of hostility. Everyone else is focused forward.
“If walking with you lowers my chances to bang one of Yuki's hot friends, I’ll snap Choso’s neck like a twig.”
Toji’s words instantly perk your ears up. He’s dipped his head down a bit to whisper, but his eyes don’t meet yours.
You hide your true reaction, which is surprise that your faces are suddenly so close together.
“Perhaps you should do it anyways," you reply, "for setting us up like this."
Toji smirks a bit, “Like the way you think, puss.”
It’s almost time to begin. The bridesmaids are cupping the arms of the groomsmen. The thought of doing such a thing to Toji makes your stomach lurch.
You take a deep breath as he finally looks down at you. But there’s no disgust, no arrogance. There’s not anything.
You feel his eyes follow your hand as you reach for his arm. Your small fingers pale in comparison to his other-worldly bicep.
You nearly have to curl your entire arm around it in order to grasp the muscle firmly. It’s rock solid, you note. There’s no reaction from Toji after you touch him other than a patronizing chuckle.
Irritation vines down your body, but you must ignore it as the ceremony proceeds as planned. The guests watch in silence as everyone walks down the aisle, one by one.
It’s finally your and Toji’s turn. It seems that everyone is staring harder at the two of you than anyone before you. Or perhaps they’re just staring at Toji; who’s always in sweatpants, never cleaned up like this.
Your stomach is tight as you walk. You blame it on the rocking of the boat. You then realize, too late, that you have a death grip on his arm, your nails digging into the fabric of his suit.
The good news is that he seems unphased.
At last, you make it to the edge of the aisle, where Choso stands awaiting his bride. He makes brief eye contact with the two of you, then overtly looks away, his demeanor timid.
You glance up at Toji who is squinting and biting the skin off of his bottom lip, perfect teeth peeking through. You look away quickly before he notices you.
He has not yet shoved your hand off even though you’re at the end of the aisle. You make the move to slither away from him, parting from each other like water around a stone, each taking your respective places on each side of the altar.
Moments later, the bells ring again, and Yuki appears.
Everyone stands and watches in awe as she glides effortlessly down the aisle to the soft piano. She makes it to Choso and he lifts her veil.
From the other side of the altar, you find yourself catching Toji’s eye. He raises his eyebrows smugly at you, then grimaces, as if asking why you’re up in his face.
You look away, but the first pair of eyes you land on are Gojo’s. He looks a bit confused, maybe even sad. But one thing he doesn’t look, is injured.
In a whirlwind of sappy words and tears, Choso and Yuki finally kiss and the crowd erupts in cheers. You begin clapping, suddenly feeling eyes on you again.
You look up at Toji, but he’s not looking at you at all. Like everyone else, he’s staring right at the newly weds, clapping his large hands together.
Finally, Choso and Yuki disappear down the aisle together, arm in arm. You feel like you can breathe again, stepping away from the altar and taking in the fact that no one is focused on you anymore. All of the guests have begun mingling or making their way to the reception area.
The first move you make is to smooth your dress out.
“Pointless to do that, puss. Ya look awful.” An agitating, grating voice booms from behind you.
“And you look ridiculous in a suit,” you spit back, turning to face him. “Everyone knows you’re still a bum underneath that getup.”
Toji sucks his teeth and then moves to stand next to you, his hands in his pockets. “Right. And that’s why you can’t stop staring at me, yeah?”
The statement draws the heat from your blood. You blink stupidly, trying to come up with a witty defense, but you’re left silent and defenseless as Toji walks away.
Though you can’t see his face, you know that he is smirking.
Your eyes follow him all the way to the stairs of the upper deck, where he begins climbing up to join the guests at the reception, before you lose sight of him.
Then, a voice draws you out of your trance.
It’s Gojo. Walking perfectly fine on two feet.
“Hey, I thought you weren’t going to be here…” he says, adjusting his sunglasses. “What happened?”
“What?” you question, walking with him to the stairs. “Yuki said you broke your ankle.”
Gojo is silent beside you for a few seconds, before he breaks out into a cackle, “It appears we have been pranked, lovely. But, for what, I have no idea…”
“I have a hunch,” you grit, “I think they wanted to set me up with Toji.”
Gojo scoffs. “And why would they do that? I’m clearly the more attractive choice.”
But you hardly hear him. Your eyes have mindlessly trailed up the stairs and to the bar, landing on Toji without much effort.
He has already ditched his suit jacket, unbuttoned the shirt underneath by two, and is now leaning over the bar with his loosened tie dangling against the marble top.
The bartender is twisting open a bottle of wine, giggling and tilting her head to hide her blush as Toji speaks to her.
Your head begins to pulse. Whatever Gojo is saying has become irrelevant for a few moments, but you reel yourself back in at the last second.
“...think they just didn’t wanna disappoint the other girls who wanted to walk with me.”
You roll your eyes. “At the expense of humiliating me?” you scoff. “Whatever, sure. I’m going to get a drink.”
Gojo says something else, but you are already out of earshot, and though you feel him watching, he does not bother to run after you.
Your head wrings with smite as your heels clack against each step leading to the upper deck. You make it to the top, winded. You bypass all of the other guests, not stopping to greet anyone.
There are lights strung all around, flowers pillaring up the awning. Tables are decorated with more flowers, and nearby is an ice sculpture. Lastly, of course the towering wedding cake is next to a table of finger food.
The bar rests to the side of it all. It’s longer than you had realized, curving into a C-shape, with one of the three pretty bartenders on the left side.
You take a seat on a stool and lean forward to grab her attention. She comes over nearly immediately, and you quickly order a glass of wine.
“Walked all the way over here just to pretend you didn’t see me, huh?”
You begrudgingly look up to see Toji leaning over you, tie nearly dangling in your face. His lips are already wet and stained red from his wine. The distant thump in your chest increases in tempo.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” you say, sipping your drink. “I am sober. I came to get unsober. Didn’t even notice you there.”
You watch as he forms his free hand into a fist, and imitates getting shot in the heart with an arrow.
“Really? I knew the exact moment you came over, dollface,” he tuts. “The area suddenly became thick with blind hatred. It kinda turned me on.”
He’s swaying a bit in place, eyelids low as he blinks slowly, like a feline. The wine on his breath occupies the space between you like grape-scented fog.
You glare at him. “Hilarious. Do you have anything important to tell me, or did you just come to get on my nerves?”
“I do have something to tell you,” he slides down onto the stool one over from yours, and sips his drink again. “Did you know that a shrimp’s heart is in its head?”
You go to answer (like, maybe to tell him that is not a statement) but he interrupts.
“Of course you didn’t. You’re a dumb little brat.”
The insult doesn’t hit you as negatively as he probably intended. Something about the nickname is a bit riveting, but you'd never admit it aloud.
“I’d like to think my heart is in my head too,” he goes on, “just not the one on my shoulders.”
You roll your eyes. “Does wine always make you this vulgar?”
Toji turns a bit, angling his body towards you. His chiseled chest has become more revealed under the loose buttons of his shirt. The warm bulbs strung above the two of you reflect light on his oiled skin.
“Yup,” he nods his head, eyelids still low, a lazy grin stretching across his irritatingly handsome features. “Does wine always make you look this edible?”
“My, my, aren’t you the lightweight?” you tease, a brow raised.
Toji lets out a spine-chilling chuckle, low and deep.
He rises from his seat, smirking down at you as he tips his glass. “I’m going to smoke. Don’t follow me this time.”
He chugs the rest of his wine and then wipes his mouth on his white shirt sleeve, like the slob he is. And then, he walks away as promised.
You don’t watch where he goes, but it takes effort. He’s left you feeling more agitated than before, so you’re left with no choice but to flag down the bartender for more wine.
Time passes, and it’s time for Yuki to throw the bouquet. You’re definitely a few glasses deep at this point, hobbling over to the dance floor where she shakes the flowers and is getting ready to throw them.
The bouquet goes flying, cheers and shouts erupt as everyone clamors for it. You don’t jump, instead you hold out a hand, and as if magnetic, the bouquet finds its way right into your palm.
All the girls around you moan in disappointment. Your fingers close around the stems of the white flowers and you bring it to your chest.
Yuki is grinning right at you, and you glare back at her.
But instead of joy, you are suddenly filled with rage.
“You guys set me up,” you say, your voice elevated, but not angry. “You paired me with Toji on purpose.”
Yuki does not deny it. “Well, honestly Y/N. Everyone is sick of hearing you two argue all the time.” She sighs. “I already told you: We thought this would be a good way for you two to make up.”
“We argue because he is insufferable.” You take a shuddering breath. “Forcing us to get along isn’t going to change the kind of man he is.”
“Haven’t you considered that it’s not all because of him?” Yuki questions coldly, crossing her arms.
You are in disbelief. But instead of arguing, not wanting to be known as the person who ruins the wedding, you turn on your heel and walk away.
In the distant whirl of music, wine in your system, and the pounding of your own heartbeat - you hear someone tell Yuki not to worry about it.
You take off out of the awning, unsure what deck leads where. You start clamoring down stairs, holding onto rails, the now night sky making the water around you eerie and dark.
All the while, tears threaten to pour from your eyes, but as long as you don’t blink, you’re not really crying.
You reach a small quarter of the boat, tucked underneath a balcony, hidden from all of the clamor above. It’s dimly lit by a small lamp post with a white ribbon. There is a bench and a striped beach chair, shaded by an umbrella.
You crash down on the chair and catch your breath, your legs now sore and your vision blurry.
You realize you still have the bouquet. You stare at it for a moment before you angrily toss it to the floor.
“I don’t want to be married anyways,” you say to yourself.
Next, you lean forward and begin unbuckling your heels, not noticing the sound of footsteps approaching.
“The fuck are you doing down here?”
A voice joins the noise of the splashing waves, making you pause in your tracks.
You jerk up, looking around the darkness for the source.
Before you get the chance to speak, a figure emerges from the shadows of the lamppost, the lit end of a cigar illuminating his face in gold and orange.
“Please, just leave me alone,” you spit. “Before you start: I didn’t follow you, I didn’t pretend not to notice you, and you are truly, honestly the last person I want to see right now.”
Toji scoffs, blowing out a final puff of smoke before tossing his cigar overboard and into the water.
You jump up into a standing position, but the sudden movement makes your head pulse. “What the fuck is wrong with you? There’s fish in there!”
“They’ll live,” Toji says, not responding to anything else. “Tobacco’s good for ‘em.”
You don’t argue. Toji’s slowly walking towards you, his eyes sizing you up like a ravenous anaconda.
“Did you not hear anything I just said?” you mutter, crossing your arms as he gets closer.
Though you consider yourself a taller individual, you still don’t come close to Toji’s frame.
You couldn’t intimidate him if you tried. And maybe that’s why you hate him so much.
“Nah, too busy lookin’ at the tears in your eyes,” he tuts, moving to sit down on the bench across from you and resting his elbows on his knees. “Y’much sexier when you cry.”
You blink back your frustration, which ultimately results in tears falling from your eyes at last. The wine is hitting you harder now, every emotion you feel coming at once.
“That must be why you’re so mean to me, huh, to see me cry?” you growl, plopping back down onto the chair. “I should smash your head into the rail.”
“I’d have you bent over it before you could try,” he replies smugly, now leaning close enough for you to smell the spice and wood scent of his cigar.
It’s equally as nauseating as it is exhilarating.
You roll your eyes. “You’re such a pig.”
“Yet ya keep coming into my pen, don’t you?” He tilts his head to the side. “Now, tell me who made you like this, so I can go remind them I’m the only person allowed to bring you to tears.”
“That’s so kind of you,” you say, bringing your hand up, itching to smack him. “Yuki humiliated me. In front of everyone. Because I expressed how embarrassing it was to be seen with you.”
Toji seems momentarily stunned, but the expression is gone as quickly as it appears.
“Poor, pitiful you, huh?” Toji clicks his tongue mockingly. “You think anyone cared about you? You wanna know what everyone was thinking? They were thinking: damn, Toji beside her makes her look ten times better.”
At last, your arm extends and your hand cracks against Toji’s solid chest. It doesn’t even make him flinch, but it feels nice to get the anger out.
“I am fine by myself,” you say. “Why else would Gojo clearly wanna fuck me?”
Something flashes in Toji’s face.
“If you let that dickhead hit,” he grits, “I will make fun of you for the rest of your little life.”
“As opposed to whom?” You cock your head innocently. “You?”
Toji lets out a snort. “Never mentioned that; you must be thinkin’ bout it.”
“Mm-mm,” you say, but it lacks any sort of confidence. “Let’s face it, the real reason you hate me is cause I haven’t let you.”
And suddenly, your back is cold, as it has been pressed harshly against the creases of the beach chair.
Toji has one hand over your head, another hovering over your hip. The skin underneath your dress can practically feel him, tingling and itching with electricity.
“Nah, you’d let me,” Toji murmurs, voice a bit rougher now, head bending close to your face. “I think about shutting up that mouth you’ve got all the time. There’d be nothing you could do about it, hm?”
You huff and try to jerk your hip out of his touch, but not a moment later his fingers entangle in the material of your dress.
His grip is strong. He’s not letting you squirm away.
“I can just imagine your bratty little face, all twisted up and fucked out,” he hums. “Unable to talk back.”
His body shudders and he closes his eyes for just a second. Every moment that he keeps talking, fire burns hotter in your lower stomach. It’s the wine; it has to be what’s making him look so appetizing.
“That must be what you wanted to hear, ain’t it?”
“Nothing you do can shut me up,” you huff up at him, but your voice is so timid, he knows he’s got you.
There’s not another word from Toji. He unhands your dress and backs up from you, leaving you panting and cold. He nods his head and turns away.
You feel flushed despite yourself. You try to ignore the pounding of your heart. Your brain feels foggy, both with embarrassment and with passion.
And the moment you can even begin to think to sit up, there’s a flash of white.
One of Toji’s hands flips you around effortlessly, pulling you into a standing position by your hair. You make a noise of surprise, but it isn’t long before he has your cheek pressed against the lightpost only a couple of feet away.
Toji gently presses on your spine until you are standing at a 45 degree angle. He has both hands on your hips, gripping and tugging at the silky fabric of your dress.
Next you feel his breath connect to your earlobe: warm and sweet. Completely unlike him.
“I don’t hear nothin’,” he breathes into your ear. “Awfully quiet, like I said.”
“Fuck you,” you jerk against him, but not hard.
You’re not sure why you’re letting him do this, because something in you knows he’d stop if you said the word. But a combination of the dim light, the wine, the crisp ocean air and the smell of Toji has you feeling primal.
You don’t care how it happens, or with whom. But your cunt demands to be satisfied.
“Wouldn’t you like that?” Toji hums.
His face falls away from your ear, and the next thing you know, you feel something solid and cold; the buckle of his belt pressing against your backside. “Hate you for what you do to me.”
“We both know that's not true,” you mumble against the post, your arms flying back to grip onto his lower stomach.
He almost growls at the contact.
Your eyes fall shut in momentum with Toji’s hands finding the hem of your dress.
The silk slides up over your thighs, your hips, and ultimately your back, where Toji then balls it up with one hand.
“No panties at the wedding? Nasty girl,” he mumbles, his free hand running mindlessly over the soft skin of your ass.
You jerk forward, as if a chill has gone down your spine. You want to feel embarrassed that Toji is face to face with your uncovered ass. But nothing in you cares.
The alcohol has hit you full force. You feel yourself beginning to drip down your own legs, the heartbeat in your chest being overshadowed by the one between your thighs.
You feel his hand move slightly as he slides down into a full crouch.
“Fuck, she’s so pretty, dollface,” Toji mumbles, continuing to caress any skin he can seem to get his hands on. His breath travels up between your legs, making you wetter.
“Arguing must’ve turned you on,” he continues. “She’s s’wet.”
Toji chuckles from behind you before you suddenly feel wet lips press against the back of your thigh.
“A-ah,” you let out an involuntary moan, to which Toji responds by giving you another kiss on the other thigh. You make the same noise, as if it were his every intention to drag it out of you again.
“Shut up,” he mutters from below, planting a mystery number of more kisses all over your cheeks and thighs until he ultimately brings his mouth to the very top of your split.
“Toji…” you breathe out, “why are we- why are you-?”
“You pussing out?” he taunts. “You want me to stop?”
“Then zip it,” he says against your skin. “All that whining’s ruining my focus.”
It takes all of you not to argue, just as you feel something slick press between your ass cheeks, going all the way from the top, to the underside, where your clit pulses restlessly, in one big swipe.
“Oh, fuck,” are the first words out of your mouth, and then not a moment later, Toji’s tongue is swirling your sensitive bud.
If you were on your back, your toes would have curled immediately. The sensation flies through your entire body like a path of gasoline being lit by a match. All you can do now is whimper, while pressing yourself down farther onto his face.
Your body twists with pleasure as he flicks his tongue, sucking your clit and lathering you up. He momentarily brings the wet muscle down to your hole, sopping up any juice you’ve secreted before shoving his tongue inside.
He finds a steady rhythm that makes your skeleton feel like it’s melting out of your flesh. Your body twists back, and your arm extends, finding a handful of his hair.
“Hate you, hate you, hate you,” you mumble over and over. “T-too good.”
Toji grunts in response to your grip on his hair, his own hand falling from gripping your dress and letting the fabric mold around his head.
His arms slither around the fronts of your thighs and his fingers dig into the skin there, softly scratching, nearly making you purr.
Your hips involuntarily begin rotating, and he stops moving his tongue to let you fuck it at a rhythm you like, feeling it swirl inside of you.
He breathes out, and even the wind from his breath is enough to make you writhe some more.
“Bet you picture this all the time, huh?” He smacks his lips against your clit again, which feels a bit like a bite - but you like it and want more.
“Y-yes,” you moan in defeat.
“Mhmm,” he mumbles against your cunt. “Bet you have disgusting fantasies.”
“F-for me to know,” you shudder, gripping harder onto his hair to reign him back in, make him shut up.
Toji laughs at you, which usually makes you rage, but now it’s making you wetter. “Hmm, should I stop? You sure are stuttering a lot.”
You grind your hips over his mouth. “Does that answer your qu-question?” you whine. You feel a familiar heat simmering in your abdomen, traveling down to your cunt and your toes. “I’m s’close. Finish what you fucking started.”
Toji grunts from between your legs before muttering, “Yes ma’am.”
He takes one more deep breath and then speeds up his tongue - and in what feels like no time at all, your body is feeling that familiar wave all throughout your nerves while you bite back a scream.
Toji doesn’t stop, but he’s grunting deeply as much as you are, pulling out your high with his mouth as you cum all over his tongue.
When he seems satisfied with himself, he slips his face from between your legs and nips the back of your thigh with his teeth.
You hardly react, feeling like you’ve been deflated for a couple of seconds, all while he rises back into a standing position.
You take a moment to lean against the post and catch your breath, before turning to face Toji, your dress falling into place.
Toji stands in front of you, his pants looking painfully tight. You want nothing more than to release the pressure for him. The desire to have him inside of you is even worse now that you’ve finished.
His chin is wet with your juices, beads of sweat dripping from his hair. He’s breathing heavier than you, to be much more in shape.
“Hope you don’t think I’m done,” he breathes, pulling you closer by your hips.
He grinds his own against yours; you feel the bulge pressing hard against your stomach. Your hands involuntarily flash forward, resting against his chest for stability.
“Hm, sure you aren’t tapping out?” you taunt. “Cause you sound tired.”
Toji’s squinted eyes snap wide, and he gives you a warning smirk before he begins sliding his belt out of the loops of his dress pants and pops it to the ground.
You watch him with intrigued eyes, before staring back down at his pants, keeping your hands on him for stability.
“Don’t look so scared, puss,” he teases, “I can’t promise not to hurt you, but it won’t bite.”
“More worried about getting caught,” you reply, glancing around to make sure you are still alone, and most importantly: hidden.
It will probably be more embarrassing for everyone to know you made a big deal about walking with Toji, only to turn around and fuck him. But, how could you resist, when he’d already sucked an orgasm out of you, and your body craves more?
“Don’t care who sees,” he shrugs, leaning down to align his face with yours as his hands continue fumbling with his pants.
You stay like that for a moment, faces inches apart, before you feel yourself unable to stand any longer.
Toji notices seconds before your knees give out, and he stops what he’s doing to snatch you up.
Your fingers tangle up in his shirt as he holds you up, your head in his neck. You bite at the skin there to get back at him, and he rewards you with a low growl.
His next action shakes you up a bit; plopping you down on the beach chair - gently enough not to hurt, hard enough to prove a point.
“Legs giving out after one nut?” Toji’s voice is teasing, but he must not understand how badly it turns you on. “How are you gonna survive, hm?”
You tilt your chin up defiantly, “Don’t flatter yourself, I’m just a little tipsy.”
“A little?” He continues unbuttoning his pants, before he pauses and moves closer to you. “If you wanna keep going, I’ve got a surprise in there f’you, puss.”
You feel a brief moment of anger overshadow your desire to fuck him. “If I have to unwrap your dick like a present, I don’t want it anymore.”
Toji tilts his head to the side. “Y’sound a lot better moaning than y’do talking. Should do something about that.”
You think for a moment. The same could be said about him. Something takes over you and you sit up, pulling him towards you by his pant loops. He lets you.
You shove them down a little, where the waistband of his boxers becomes visible, and then you begin to shimmy those down as well.
A happy trail appears, just before you begin to see the base of him peering under the fabric. Your heart feels like it’s palpitating under your ribcage, as the more you pull down thinking that it’s about to pop out, the longer you realize it is.
Toji’s holding his shirt up by now, and the two of you have your focus on your hands. “Hurry it up, brat.”
“Quit rushing me or I’ll stop,” you grit back, and you watch as he leans his head up and shuts his eyes.
At last, the muscle pops out of his boxers. You audibly gasp and Toji stifles a laugh.
You hardly notice because your attention is drawn to how wet his cock is - and the slight white that remains on the edge of his tip.
“Did you already…?” you blink in disbelief.
Toji’s body shakes as he lets out a genuine laugh this time. “What can I say? I’m a big guy, I like to eat.”
“You came from eating me out?” you breathe out, your back threatening to arch from the sheer amount of pleasure that knowledge gives you.
“I didn’t say there’d be a Q&A period,” he gyrates his hips forward and you suddenly are nearly touching it. “Clean it off, brat.”
As ordered, you part your lips and lean forward to wrap them around the tip of his cock. He lets out a deep breath while you slide one of your hands down the length of it to hold the base.
For a few seconds, you get carried away, practically drinking up the salty fluid as you find yourself taking him deeper into your mouth, lathering him up.
The world disappears as you hollow out your cheeks, slurping and swirling your tongue with your eyes closed.
Toji grunts and mumbles from above, a few “fuck”s slipping out, motivating you to go harder. You’re pretty sure you’ve cleaned the salty fluid off by now, but you don’t plan to stop yet.
Toji’s hand finds the back of your head, and his fingers push through the pins and hairspray holding your hair in place, gripping it by the roots.
You moan a bit on his tip, which results in a slight hip thrust from him, pushing his cock to the back of your throat and making you gag - which, of course, makes the inside of your cheeks wetter.
But what could have been either thirty seconds or several minutes later, Toji yanks your head back by his grip on your hair. You feel the drool sneak out from between your lips, dripping onto your chest.
“As beautiful as you look swallowing me up,” he says, voice a little dry, “I wanna feel you, brat.”
You lick your lips, staring up at him through your eyelashes, “Sounds like you’re asking, I thought you’d just take it. But I guess–”
Toji’s eyes flash white, and he moves before you can finish your sentence. He lets go of your hair, and then pushes you up the chair by your shoulders, having somehow perched his large body perfectly between your thighs.
Your dress has risen, exposing your still recovering cunt again, only now it’s pressed against Toji’s clothed abdomen. Mindlessly, your fingers begin fumbling at the buttons of his shirt, all the while Toji’s bringing his face down to the side of yours.
“Imagine what everyone would think,” Toji mumbles, pressing his mouth against your earlobe, your neck, your collarbone. “If they knew all it took to get rid of that attitude was a little roughhousing. Look at you. Speechless.”
You try to find words, but he’s got you checkmated.
His mouth continues to travel, smoke and wine blending on his breath. He surprises you when his teeth clamp harshly against the skin at the top of your breast, before he pulls your dress down to fully reveal them. Now, you are chest to chest.
He sits up a bit and takes one of your breasts in a harsh grip before he spits on it. Not a second later, his other hand flies up and cracks down his palm on your wet nipple.
You make a noise close to a scream, and Toji brings a finger up to shush you.
“You can take it, puss,” he mutters, before he releases your breast and slides his body up. “And if you can’t, you’ll tell me?”
All you can do is nod, but this doesn’t satisfy him.
“I said, you’ll tell me.”
“Yes, Toji, I will,” you spit out.
A surge powers through your body and causes you to jerk, spine arching towards Toji’s chest. He takes the opportunity to wrap his husky hands around the back of your hips, pressing his thumbs into the soft skin in the front.
He pushes you back down into the beach chair and you make a noise, which he snaps an eyebrow up, but doesn’t stop looking between your legs where his large tip is now threatening to split you open.
“What was all that before?” he questions. “Toji, y’so annoying, Toji, y’so loud, Toji, can you shut up?” He mocks you in a high-pitched tone. “We’ll see who the loud one is now.”
You swallow thickly, wiggling under his grip but to no avail. “Mmh - not afraid of you.”
A hand lets go of your hips and flicks your dress skirt up higher with such force that it nearly rips. To your complete surprise, as indicated by the shriek you let out, his palm cracks against your cheek, before slithering down to grip your throat.
"Wait," you cry, knees digging into his ribs, though you know you don't want him to stop at all.
"Regretting it yet?” He cackles sinisterly and applies pressure to either side of your neck, all the while his other hand holds you in place.
You decide, despite your most compromising position, to rile him up.
"Not regretting a thing," you say, laughing harshly. "Gojo probably would’ve already had me cumming by now.”
This piques Toji's rage, and his nails dig into the skin on your lower body. "That shit won't work on me, little girl."
"I think it did," you say, shaking your hips to remind him, your back attempting to arch against him again.
“We’ll see if you’re still thinking about that cuck in just a second,” Toji hums, slipping the hand on your hip down your leg, to your knee.
He pulls your leg over his shoulder, and then presses upwards so that the limb is against your chest. You feel your breath cut short once again and you pant trying to catch it.
Seconds later, Toji is pushing his hips forwards, and the tip of his coated cock breaks through the threshold of your ready hole.
You suspect he doesn’t mean to, but the sweet gasp Toji lets out upon feeling you wrap around him makes your stomach flutter. It hurts so well, burning a bit as your muscles attempt to contract quickly to his size. You suspect even once you stretch, it’ll still hurt, but you know you can handle it.
“I-I’m sorry Toj,” is all you end up saying, though you’re not even sure what you’re apologizing for.
“For what? List all the shit you’ve done to piss me off, and I’ll decide if I forgive you.”
He loosens his grip on your throat to allow you to speak easier, but his cock is sliding deeper inside of you, and it leaves you speechless.
Your eyes blink rapidly as you try to fight through the pain to get to the pleasure. You can’t get any words out. Your brain feels like a bowl of alphabet soup, letters and words scrambled everywhere.
“If you apologize,” he taunts, “maybe I’ll actually fuck you.”
“Sorry,” you mumble pathetically and half-heartedly.
He keeps pushing into you, knowing that you can’t speak while he moves. He barely lets you adjust fully before he has you filled up, his hips staying dormant.
Toji rotates his hips, just slightly, so that his tip hits your cervix painfully, “Why?” he demands again “Spit it out, brat. And look at me when you do.”
“For calling you annoying,” you moan, barely able to pry your eyes open. When you do, Toji is staring down at you with his chin tilted up arrogantly, waiting for you.
He tightens his grip back up on your neck, only for a second, before releasing the pressure again. “And?” he eggs on. “We haven’t got all night, puss.”
“A-and cussing you out, and mentioning Gojo.” Your walls contract and flutter around him as they attempt to grow accustomed to him filling you to the brim, but the pressure in your belly suggests you’re still not used to it. “Please, I can’t take it, need you to move.”
“Y’sound so precious when you beg,” he leans down and purrs close to your face, your leg digging deeper into your own stomach. He releases your throat, and his hand finds the leg that’s still around his waist. “Better hold on.”
You barely have time to register what he means before his hand is sinking into the soft flesh that separates your hips from your ass, and now you regrettably feel his cock gliding back through your ridges as he pulls his hips backwards.
It slips out effortlessly, and for the first time in several minutes, you seem like you can feel yourself breathing again.
He leans up a bit, but he’s still only inches from your face, to the point you can practically taste his breath. He lifts his hand to your face, squishing your cheeks together and forcing you to stare at his dark eyes.
“When I put it back in, I want you to start counting,” he grumbles. “One for each offense.”
You shake your head defiantly against his grip. “I…I can’t.”
“You can handle it,” Toji says, reminding you of what you’d told yourself earlier. “Now, begin.”
His cock thrusts back into you with so much force, that if not for his grip on you, you’d probably have slid right off the chair. He lets go of your face.
Another pump as he slides the cock out, until his tip is just barely past your entry, and then a millisecond later it stabs your cervix again.
“T-Two,” you drawl pathetically.
“Doin’ so good, grippin’ me so tight,” Toji mutters, but not even close to the stuttering mess you are.
“Hah - yeah,” you mumble brainlessly, before Toji moves again. “Th-”
“Nope, not quite,” he stops you before you can count out his stroke.
He stays paused for a second, and just as you begin to relax, he pumps another deep thrust into you. “Fuck this.”
The rest is history. He pulls back but this time, it’s a short pump, and then he’s slamming again and again - quicker and quicker, until he finds his rhythm.
You’re holding onto the sides of the beach chair for dear life. You hardly notice your knee digging into your chest, surely to leave a bruise with how hard he’s pounding into you. Your vision blacks as your insides are being torn up, taut walls sucking Toji in as you take him as deep as he will go.
“She’s a creamer,” Toji announces. “Should’ve known, all the brats are creamers.”
Though you can’t see, his cock is creamy at the base, covered in a vulgar mix of juice and precum. You can hear it though; sloppy plops nearly sticking his balls to your ass every time he goes all the way in.
You can’t respond due to the battle with your lungs for oxygen. The air is being fucked out of you, all while you lay and take every inch of Toji, trying to show him just how sorry you are.
“Toji, it’s so deep,” your words end in a breathy moan.
“Y/N, it’s so tight,” he responds mockingly.
You pry your eyes open from where you had them squeezed shut, looking up at Toji and he grins down at you.
“Open your mouth,” he instructs, but you hesitate on purpose.
Toji cocks his head to the side when you don’t respond, “Oh, you must have had enough then…?”
“No!” you shriek. “No, please don’t stop.”
“Then are ya fuckin’ deaf?” he questions. “I said open.”
You part your lips, but take it a step further and stick your tongue out as well.
“Demon,” Toji whispers, but then he leans down and you watch as he purses his lips together before allowing spit to drip from his mouth into yours.
It’s an odd sensation for you, but you gladly swallow it.
You decide to tug your leg a bit to see if Toji will let go, and he does. When it falls from his shoulder, you reach your hands up and grip him by his collar, yanking him closer to you.
It almost stuns him, but he smirks as your faces come close.
“Take what you want, puss,” he murmurs.
“You,” you whisper back, “I want you.”
He rotates his hips as he slides in and out, creating a sensation in your lower belly that feels like a full bladder. You moan right into his face before biting your lip to keep yourself quiet, remembering you’re trying not to get caught.
“Nah, let ‘em hear ya,” Toji grunts.
You stubbornly shake your head, instead keeping your grip on him and staring into his eyes, with your teeth still hugging your bottom lip.
Toji overts his gaze, and then suddenly, his hips come to a halt.
“You’re so fucking evil,” he says, before abruptly pulling himself out.
You gasp at the empty feeling, but don’t have long to think about it because in a flash of moonlight and black hair, he has you in the air by your hips and he’s sliding his body underneath you.
The flowers and gems that had been in your hair have now littered the back of the beach chair and surround Toji’s jet locks like a flower crown.
While you stare, he’s pulling you down, and the world spins momentarily, a harsh reminder of the alcohol still in your system.
You catch your breath for only a moment before he is taking his cock in his hand and lining it back up to your hole.
His thick, calloused hands slide agonizingly slow up the underside of your thighs, helping you as you assume your position and slide your body down on him, slicking him up, taking him in.
Both of you let out a breath like it’s the first time, the soft moan of Toji’s name slipping from your lips.
You lean forward and catch your balance with your hands flat on his chest.
The new position exposes your insecurities, from your stomach to the way your face appears from below.
But Toji must notice you shying up, because his hard, focused face momentarily softens.
“Y’so sexy like this, y’know that? It honestly disgusts me.”
You know he adds the last bit in so he doesn’t appear sweet.
“Thank you,” you say shyly.
But the soft moment is fleeting, because one of his hands creeps up to cusp your throat.
“But enough yappin’ brat,” Toji sneers. “Keep going, and don’t stop.”
The instructions are clear and harsh. You use your hands and your knees to push yourself up, down, up, and down.
Toji meets you halfway with his own hips. You muster a rhythm that manifests in loud, sticky plopping sounds as you work hard to drag an orgasm out of each other.
You close your eyes and rotate your hips, giving your knees a break, and Toji growls from below. His hand falls from your neck and you feel him prop himself up on his elbows.
When you open your eyes again, Toji’s head is craned back, eyes clenched shut. He’s stopped moving his hips, letting you control the pace.
You admire his chiseled jaw, his Adam’s apple, his plump pink lips. But it isn’t long before your eyes trail up to his, and you are once again making direct eye contact with him.
He quirks a brow and smirks, pulling your face down to his by your throat.
“You’ve never been good at hiding your stare,” he quips at you, lips practically touching, and you become painfully aware that he has yet to kiss you. “Even at your angriest, you always look at me like a bitch in heat.”
“Nuh uh,” you drawl, making sure your mouth grazes his as you speak, all the while slowing the rotation of your hips.
Toji grunts and then leans his head up, as if reading your mind.
Your wet lips clash in an animalistic battle of dominance. Toji sits up, no longer balancing on his arms, and cracks a free hand across the side of your thigh, which makes you gasp. A trick as old as time, and with the parting of your lips, he shoves his tongue in between.
The tart taste of fermented grapes and alcohol greets your taste buds, almost distracting you from the electric spark that’s begun in your toes.
From this angle, you can only slide halfway up Toji’s cock, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His grunts are as loud as ever, and they are reverberating down your throat, threatening to send you over the edge.
“Fuck, brat,” he mumbles into you, “y’gonna make me nut. That’s what you want, huh?”
Part of you wants to stop moving and say no, which would surely be evil. But given how close you are to cumming yourself, you decide against it.
“Y-yes,” you reply, moving your hands to his chest, parting from his mouth and sitting back up straight. “Please.”
The next couple of minutes are filled with desperate pleas, grunts, moans, and plop plop plop.
Toji wraps his arms around your waist, and you wrap yours over his shoulders, gripping his hair like horse reigns. He’s pounding into you from underneath. You feel like a lifeless doll, letting him fuck himself into you, desperate to feel his cum spewing into your stomach.
You can’t catch your breath; both of you are covered in sweat, despite the cool breeze from the water. His skin is hot to the touch.
You’ve nearly forgotten about the possibility of being discovered by a stray wedding guest. You’ve nearly forgotten the purpose of being here in general: to celebrate Yuki and Choso. All that’s on your mind is… nothing.
He’s got you completely fucked out.
“Want me to fill you up?” Toji questions suddenly, his voice desperate and quick.
“Y-yes Toji, of course,” you plea. “Please, give it to me.”
Toji shivers, as if that’s all his perverted brain needed to hear. “Then keep fucking moving.”
You do as commanded, regaining your rhythm, circling and grinding your hips up and down his shaft as quickly as possible, until you feel his chest rising and falling faster than before.
He lets out a deep moan. “Fuck, fuck.”
And then there’s heat deep inside of you: thick, hot ropes of cum spraying into your cervix.
Toji’s mouth is open, but he’s silent, as his lower body jerks his high away. But you don’t let that stop you. You keep bouncing as he rides out his orgasm, until your own begins to creep up on you.
Starting in your toes and rising up to your hole before it spreads from your clit. You cry out, feeling yourself clench up as you finish, gripping onto Toji’s cock which makes him twitch harder underneath you.
“Fuck,” he grumbles, nails digging into your back as his arms nearly crush you, “of course you have to have such good pussy. I hate you.”
“Hm,” you shrug, “of course your dick has to be big. You can’t have everything.”
“Y’right,” he nods, “I am perfect, huh?”
You take several months to breathe, leaning your entire body weight against him. To your surprise, he’s still holding onto you too, panting with his face buried in the crook of your neck.
In the heat of your entangled bodies, you feel a small, wet kiss on the nape before he nicks you with his teeth.
“Don’t leave a mark!” you shriek.
“Why not? Scared your boyfriend will see?” Toji taunts.
You hit him on the back, “No, but my dress is cut low. Everyone else will see it. They’ll know it wasn’t there before.”
Toji lets go of you and sits back, but not before he pinches your asscheek. “You’re sitting here cockwarming me and pretending to be such a good, innocent girl? Woof.”
You roll your eyes and he chuckles.
But in the brief silence between his chuckle and your response, you hear a small noise, like a cough, followed by a shuffle.
You and Toji both freeze.
Without a word, you move to slowly clamor away from each other, because if someone has already seen you, sudden movements won’t matter.
You let Toji stand up and put his pants on, as you adjust your twisted dress back into covering you properly.
“Oh wow,” Toji says suddenly, and after adjusting your dress, you stand up to see what he’s looking at.
Against a wall, you spot a blob of white. But then your eyes focus, and you realize the ‘blob’ has spikes.
As your eyes wander, you see that he is nearly as undressed as the two of you. And he has a limp cock in his hand, which is slick and covered in what you can only guess is his own cum.
“The perv was watching,” Toji snickers. “Guess you liked what you saw, nerd?”
Gojo tilts his chin up and shrugs. “It was okay, but you didn’t even make her scream.”
Toji clicks his tongue. “She didn’t want to. Not because I couldn’t do it.”
You feel your face burn, but something in you is finding it hard to stop staring at Gojo, leaned against the wall with his chest rising and falling as quickly as Toji’s had been a moment ago. His pants unbuttoned just enough to let his cock out. The thought of him watching you, cumming to you getting fucked…
“You must think you can do better then, huh?” you hear yourself saying.
Both Toji and Gojo’s neck snap to look at you. Toji has a playful smirk on his face. Gojo is already peeling himself off of the wall.
“Yup. And I do.” Gojo shrugs, still not bothering to hide himself.
You look at Toji for guidance.
“I did say I’d make fun of you for the rest of your life if you fucked him,” he says, just as Gojo approaches the two of you. “But maybe I won’t, if you let us do it together.”
bro this taking me 2 months to finish is pathetic im so sorry… I lowkey hated it and kept adjusting it I literally changed the ENTIRE LOCATION halfway through like at first they were at a vineyard then I thought. Boat sex sounds hot
I hope it was worth the wait tho… and how we feeling about S3 so far??
