-> NSFW (18+), roommate!toji (wow so original i know), p in v, slapping + degrādation (m!receiving), role reversal, pet names (baby, gorgeous etc.) // wc 1.4k
it was close to midnight when you heard the door to your apartment creak open, toji fushiguro's hulking frame waltzing in as you aimlessly flicked through netflix—eyes darting sideways to catch a glimpse of his barely contained muscles, forearms threatening to escape from the skin-tight compression shirts he always wore.
“hey gorgeous.” he called out to you, green eyes shamelessly dragging over your frame as he prowled over to the fridge, slight clink of the beer opening making you prickle with irritation.
he sat down with a drawn out sigh, body way too close to yours as he leant over and snatched the remote out of your hand.
“my turn to pick,” he declared proudly, not even having to turn to see the smirk on his face, wide shoulders leaning onto yours as he selected the trashiest reality tv show you’d ever seen. (like seriously, out of all the shows...temptation island?)
“you really act like you own the place,” you sighed, eyes drawn to the growing stack of bills that littered the coffee table; burden of providing for two people instead of one starting to hit your pocket hard.
“…it would be nice if you started to pay your half. y’know.” your voice was low, confrontation not being your strong suit.
you could feel the weight of his stare on you as soon as the words left your soft lips, green eyes boring into your skull as he took another swig of his beer.
“am i not already doing that?”
his voice was low, dangerous even, hand moving up the softness of your exposed legs—slowly inching up to a place he was beginning to get to know very well, breath catching in your throat as you stiffened against the couch.
“if you wanted some attention, all you need to do was ask gorgeous.”
body still resting against your own, his thick fingers moved to stroke over your clothed cunt; soft sigh leaving your lips as he circled over your clit, friction from the layers making you ache for more.
it was disgustingly casual—the way his focus remained on the show, hands moving with a practiced ease that should not feel as good as it did, hips shifting upwards slightly to chase his fingers.
he continued like that for a few moments, loud bickering blaring out from the tv becoming background noise to the climbing pressure building in your lower stomach.
eventually he moved his hand away, finishing the last few sips of the beer he’d opened and tossing the bottle straight into the trash (he knew you'd actually get on his ass if he left it on the coffee table). rough palms then slipped under the loose fabric of your shirt as he pulled you up onto his thighs, curve of your ass resting against him allowing you to feel his growing hardness.
“someone's needy today, hmm?” he purred, moving up against your soft skin to play with your breasts; calloused palms against your sensitive nipples making you shiver against him.
“not too fast beautiful—” breath fanned over the shell of your ear, teeth just grazing the cartilage as you pitifully ground down against him—shame mingling with desire as his touch became more and more authoritative.
“…i know what you want—shit, what you need—but y'gonna have to use your words like a big girl instead of pretending to give a fuck about ‘the bills’.” he gave a particularly hard squeeze to one of your nips as he said that, your head falling forward into the hollow of his neck as you mustered up the confidence to ask toji for his…share of the rent.
“eyes on me baby.” he whispered, pushing you upright gently with the hand that was underneath your top to get you to meet his gaze, your blown-out pupils meeting his; a gleam of arrogance bleeding through, albeit accompanied by a clear undercurrent of need.
“i-i need you to start paying—” you began, voice trembling slightly in the quiet of the room.
“ah, aht—i just said to stop with the games,” his tongue slowly swept over the swell of his bottom lip as he took in your disheveled appearance, your thirst for him being so apparent it was almost comical.
and it took everything in toji to not laugh in your face. cute little needy roommate who was too ashamed to admit that she’s really about to ask him to turn her every way but loose instead of finding a new roommate who was actually going to pay the rent.
he knew you could, dirt cheap rent due to all the crime in the neighbourhood (that he definitely was not involved in) making his spot an extremely coveted one.
but he also knew you wouldn’t.
because a dark part of you loved this.
loved walking around in flimsy little shirts and scrappy bits of underwear before getting pushed up against the sheets of your bed (his was always a mess) and getting the attitude fucked all the way outta you.
he'd been at your spot for about 5 months, and the two of you had probably done some kind of lewd act on most of the flat surfaces in the apartment...which was probably not exactly the behavior of someone who wanted a person to leave.
it was like an extremely sexually-charged game of cat and mouse, and quite honestly, who was the cat depended on the day.
sometimes there were late nights when his bones felt weary, head a little lighter from a night spent at the bar that come back and he'd push open your door, not bothering to knock, wordless exchange between the two of you culminating in you riding him slow and deep—a palm rubbing soothing circles into your back as you sighed into the crook of his neck, your ear warm from the sweet nothing's he was muttering, moment so intimate it felt like sacrilege, wrong to speak of in the cleansing light of day, sunrise wiping the slate clean again.
maybe this was your plan all along, he thought, lure him in with free accommodation and then suck him dry, literally.
and with the way your eyes shone under the hazy glow of the living room lamp? toji knew one thing for sure.
he was definitely the mouse.
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"harder." you hissed, sharp point of your nails scratching bright red lines against the wide expanse of his back. "fuck me harder, you cheap piece of shit."
you could hear the aged wood of your bed frame moaning with each snap of his hips, eyes glassy with unshed tears as he sped up, body shuddering every time his tip rubbed up against your slick walls.
"this is what you wanted?" he spoke through gritted teeth and you could feel the goosebumps that were rising on his skin from your touch, hands snaking their way up into the nape of his neck—touch deceptively soft before you pulled at the short strands, rewarded by a breathy whimper fanning over your lips.
"this is what you wanted." you replied, sharp bite lacing your words.
"i want the fucking rent."
he moaned.
"shit. you're so fuckin' sexy when you're mean."
you bit your lip to stop a pitchy whine from escaping at the way his leaking tip kept brushing over your sweetspot, pissed at the way he was always able to flip it back onto you. you were supposed to be using him and here he was getting off to it.
"keep talkin'," he murmured, "actually—"
he already had you pinned tight underneath him, legs loosely wrapped around the tapered dip of his waist forcing him even closer, making it so he had to pull his head back a little to give you some space.
"slap me."
you blinked up at him. surely he didn't just ask you to..
"please."
your breath hitched at the way his voice broke a little, his hand moving to pull at where yours was anchored around his back, positioning your palm to be inches away from his cheek, pace slowing a little.
you hesitated.
"c'monnnnn," he drawled. "fuckin' deserve it, don't i? don't pay rent, don't do shit, i'm just a waste of—"
the only warning he got before your hand met his face was the sharp gust of air that brushed past his face, loud SMACK echoing against the walls as his head rocked to the side.
the two of you were quiet for a second.
"do it again."
you only had enough time to take in a shallow breath before he started to rut up into you with short, shallow thrusts, palm striking his face again and again and again.
shit, he did deserve it.
"you-fuck—need to move out!" you felt a tear sneak past your waterline, eyes locked onto his with each push of his hips.
"only if you promise i'll still be able to come through and fuck this sweet little pussy."
you slapped him again.
he smiled.
"you won't say no to me, will you?"
he only asked because he knew you couldn't.
so you clamped your mouth shut, not able to trust that your words wouldn't betray you, mind and body so deeply out of sync you weren't even sure they were still connected. your wish for him to leave your home was incongruent to how close you were to soaking the annoyingly perfect dick that was attached to his loser ass—your own selfish, hedonistic need to feel that light airy bliss from a release that he was taking you to overwhelming any amount of sense your brain was futilely trying to impart.
"my sweet girl s'bout to cum, ain't she? can tell cause you're grippin' me so damn tight." his scarred lips quirked up into a small smirk, green eyes close to black as he watched the way your brow furrowed, rough pad of his thumb swirling over your glossy clit in small circles, his remaining fingers pressed down on your lower stomach forcing you to feel every inch even deeper being what finally pushed you over the edge.
"yes, toji right there—thankyouthankyou!" your words were a garbled mess, eyes fluttering shut as you let yourself ride that warm haze of an orgasm, lips wide in a lazy smile when you felt his hips stutter before finally spilling up inside of you.
he rolled over to lay next to you.
"you really gon' kick me out?"
you cracked an eye open.
"...maybe you can stay another month."
a/n :: finished an old draft because i don't really feel like making a business model canvas for my assignment #irresponsible 😁✌🏾
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