after months of secretly obsessing over bodyguard!toji— you finally cracked and begged him to fuck you… and he did.
you’ve been eye-fucking your bodyguard for months now.
ever since your dad slapped that title on him, you haven’t had a single moment where you weren’t picturing what he’d be like in your bed.
bodyguard!toji is a walking temptation— scarred skin stretched over his muscle, tall enough to make you feel tiny, that slow, knowing smirk always in place like he sees straight through to the dirtiest parts of your mind. it shouldn’t turn you on this much. it does.
he’s old enough to be your dad, but god, that just makes it hotter. boys your age don’t even matter anymore. you’ve soaked through too many sheets imagining his cock stretching you instead of your fingers, his rough hands holding you down, whispering the dirtiest shit right in your ear. he’s big— you can tell just from the way he’s built. the dick’s gotta be good.
tonight, after stumbling home from the club with alcohol buzzing in your veins, you finally snap.
you drag him into your room, slamming the door shut, your body pressed against his before he can protest. “c’mon, toji,” you slur, your fingers twisting in his shirt, feeling the hard ridges of his abs underneath. “i know you want me. been staring at my ass all night.”
he chuckles low, that gravelly sound vibrating through you, but he doesn’t budge. “you’re drunk, kid. sleep it off.”
kid. the word pisses you off, heat flooding your core. you shove closer, grinding against his thigh just to feel him tense. “i’m not a fucking kid. and don’t lie- you’re dying to fuck me. i’ve seen you looking.”
his smirk sharpens, eyes dark as he look down on you. “i’m just doin’ my job, princess. your old man’s orders. keepin’ you safe, nothin’ more.”
bullshit. your hand shoots down, grabbing his belt and cupping the obvious bulge straining his pants. he’s rock-hard, throbbing under your palm. “yeah? dad didn’t order you to get this fucking hard for me, did he?”
something in toji finally snaps. “you little tease,” he rasps, voice thick with want. “struttin’ around in those tight dresses, actin’ like i don’t see how wet you get every time i look at you. think i haven’t noticed? fuck it. i’m giving you every inch you’ve been whining for.”
his mouth crashes onto yours, hard and hungry, tongue forcing its way in to tangle with yours, tasting like smoke and whatever alcohol he drank earlier. spit slicks your lips as he bites down, drawing a needy whimper from you, his big hands yanking your dress up and ripping your panties clean off with a snap.
he tosses you onto the mattress like you weigh nothing, legs splaying wide, your needy cunt exposed while he towers above, yanking his shirt over his head, shoving slacks and boxers down in one motion. his cock springs free, thick and veined, slapping hard against his carved abs with a wet smack.
the tip’s flushed angry red, slit weeping fat drops of precum that land warm and sticky on your thigh. he grips himself, stroking once, twice, eyes never leaving your face.
“ain’t got a condom,” he said, thumb smearing the slick over the head. “you gonna let me hit this pussy raw, baby?”
“yes, god, please,” you beg, cunt clenching just at the sight of him, already soaked and pulsing. ready to be used.
he smacks his heavy cock down on your dripping slit— loud, sloppy slaps that make you twitch and leak even more, mess smearing everywhere. he forces your thighs apart till it hurts, slinging your knees over his shoulders so you’re folded in half and helpless. “time to get this sloppy hole fucked proper, baby. keep your eyes on me, yeah? tell me when it hurts”
“mkay..” you whimpered, bottom lip between your teeth as you look up at him with those needy eyes.
he thrusts forward, bulbous head popping through your tight ring, the stretch so intense and perfect it whites out your vision for a second.
you’re convinced you’re splitting in two— or at least that’s what it feels like. he’s just too fucking big, every thick inch prying you open like you’re being torn apart in the best way.
your walls flutter and spasm around him as he feeds himself deeper, slowly, your nails clawing red lines into the thick meat of his arms.
you turn your head, trying to hide how wrecked you already are.
toji’s hand shoots to your jaw, rough fingers yanking your face back so your eyes lock on his. “nah, eyes here,” he growls, low and mean. “you look away again and i stop. you wanted this, remember? begged for me to fuck you- now watch while i stuff you full.”
you moan brokenly, eyes rolling back as he bottoms out to the hilt, making you feel so full. his heavy balls pressed flush against your ass, that fat tip kissing your cervix that makes your legs shake.
he doesn’t wait and start moving, hips snapping with brutal force, making the bed creaking under you. your tits bounce wildly, his hands everywhere, squeezing, gripping your ass red as he folds you into a mating press, knees pinned by your ears. “so fuckin’ wet, baby. hear that? your pussy’s slurpin’ me up, creamin’ all over my cock.”
it’s a mess, your cunt gushing slick with every slam, pooling under your ass, slicking his cock shiny, leaving the sheets soaked. your moans spilling out loud, mixing with the sloppy wet smacks of skin on skin. you’re already lost. fucked-out. who wouldn’t be? no boy before ever came close— always too vanilla, clueless, couldn’t make you cum if their life depended on it. toji? he’s doing it like a random chore.
he pulls out just to smack your cunt— wet, hard slap that makes you buck and whine. then he’s on you, lifting your hips, spreading your legs wide in the air. his tongue dives in, lashing your clit, sucking it hard “mmh, listen to how wet you are... pussy’s fuckin’ perfect, baby” he snarls between licks. he buries deeper, fucking you with his mouth until you cum hard, squirting in messy pulses, coating his face and dripping off his chin.
he laps it up greedily, groaning. “mmh good girl. now take this dick again.”
you’re boneless, but he flips you easy, yanking your hips up and slamming back in from behind, your face pressed flat on the sheets, ass up in the air, your moans turning into loud sobs as he ruts into you like a beast. “arch that back, baby. let me see this ass jiggle.” his fingers dig into your waist, bruising, pulling you onto him harder to fuck you deeper, your walls milking him as you cream on him again, white rings forming at his base.
he spits on your puckered hole, thumb circling the rim teasingly, not pushing in but making you clench tighter. “fuck, you’re grippin’ me so good. gonna make me bust deep in this sloppy pussy.”
he scoops you up in one rough motion, his hands digging into the meat of your ass, spreading you open as he drops you back down onto his cock. “s-shiiit— tojiii!” you wail, feeling his cock deeper now, almost like hes in your fucking stomach.
you wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back for leverage. your tits flatten painfully sweet against his chest, nipples caught and rubbed raw with every bounce. he fucks up into you relentlessly— bouncing you on his dick like some fuckdoll, his cock stretching you wide, fat head battering that spot that makes your eyes roll and your mouth fall open in silent screams.
your walls flutter and grip, trying to keep him buried while slick runs down his balls in messy rivulets. “mmh fuck— take it, baby” he growls, voice rough against your throat. “show me how bad you fuckin’ need my cum, yeah? ride it out and squeeze me till i’m paintin’ your insides white.”
you’re dumb now, babbling incoherent nonsense, drool trailing from your lips as he kisses you again, tongues sloppy and desperate.
his hips starts to stutters, thrusts turning erratic and punishing before he slams you down one last brutal time, burying himself balls-deep. “take it all— fuuuck— take my cum, sweetheart—”
thick, hot ropes of cum flood you in heavy spurts, coating every inch inside until you’re throbbing and overflowing.
cum seeps out around the base of his cock in creamy white streaks, mixing with your own slick and dripping in slow, viscous trails down the crease of your ass, his thighs, pooling in a warm, messy puddle on the floor below. he rocks gently through it, circling his hips, milking himself empty while you twitch and leak around him.
you collapse together back on the bed, both panting, his load trickling down your thighs in thick, creamy trails. last thing you knew is that you were passing out.
morning light filters in, your body aching deliciously but when you roll over, toji’s already up, getting dressed.
you grin lazily. “stay. fuck me again.”
he leans down, rough thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip. “temptin’, doll. but your old man’s downstairs waitin’ on me— says he wants a full report on how well i ‘protected’ his little girl last night.” he chuckles low, nipping your ear. “don’t worry, i’ll tell him you’re safe… real safe. just might leave out how you milked my cock dry and begged for seconds like the greedy little thing you are.”
he straightens up, adjusting the bulge that’s already twitching again. “see you later, sweetheart. wear somethin’ easy to rip off.”
first post of the year 🫰🏻🫰🏻 this isn’t proofread so sorry ia if it’s a little messy n not so good !!! i started this late last night on new year’s eve (yes i was writing filth while my family was having fun downstairs) i’ve been wanting to write this for a while and it was supposed to be short but i got carried away LOLOL happy new year everyone !
