Pairing: Sleazy Music Producer!Toji x Popstar!Reader
Synopsis: You are an up-and-coming pop girl who has dominated the charts with your hit song and is quickly moving into the world of stardom. As your popularity in the music industry grows, your manager and fans are foaming at the mouth for a new hit single. So you pair up with Toji Fushiguro, a hitmaker and a playboy in the industry, well known for his beats AND his dick game. Despite your resistance to Toji's seduction, you quickly learn that becoming a household name in the music world isn't that easy. Maybe fucking this man can make you a star...or is that just what he slipped in your drink doing the talking?
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse/Music Industry AU; Celeb!Toji x Celeb!Reader; Sexual Tension; Coercion; Drugging; Rape/Noncon; Dubcon; Drug Use (Marijuana + Cocaine); Older!Toji x Younger!Reader (Early 20s); Sex on Camera; Slutification; Objectification; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Spit Play; Degradation & Praise; Snorting Coke Off Toji's Dick; Facefucking; Face Slapping; Daddy Kink; Multiple Positions (Missionary & Doggy); Reader Cums 2x; Raw Creampie
Word Count: 11.2k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: I wrote this a year ago & wanted to revise it so I could repost it on AO3. I hate The Idol with all my fucking heart...but "Popular" is a BOP. Originally, this was one for Gojo but I haven't written about my broke ass DILF Toji in a minute lol. I hope you enjoy! PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS.
Credits: Dividers by @firefly-graphics! Toji fanart below by aransmind! Toji fanart above unknown (found on Pinterest! Please tell me the artist if you recognize it so I can credit them!) -Jazz
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Song · 2023 · Duration 3:35
Since you've been a little girl, you always wanted to be a star. And you know the man sitting across from you is capable of helping you with that.
"So," Toji asks, taking a drag of his cigarette, "you wanna be famous, huh?"
You sit across from him on one of the comfortable leather couches he put in his studio in one of your "low maintenance" outfits: a white bralette, bra free, a cropped zip-up hoodie, low-riding jeans tight on your ass, and your favorite pair of pink furry slippers, your French manicure peeking out from the openings.
"I thought I was already famous," you chuckle. You sit-cross legged on the couch, a red solo cup in your lap.
You've only taken three sips since you've been here for over 20 minutes now. It is some concoction of tropical fruit punch and vodka that explodes on your tongue with its sweetness and tastiness.
Toji Fushiguro, a single father and the top music producer in the game, sits across from you in his chair that he likes to wheel himself around on. He is a huge guy, taller than you even sitting down, sitting with his jeans spread eagle in his gray sweats. You advert your eyes from it.
"Well, yeah, but famous-er," he retorts. "Way more popular than you are now. You're still an upcoming artist after all."
He smiles with his dark eyes, his lips curling up into a light smirk that causes the faint scar on his lip to become a bit more noticeable.
He is joking with you, you know, but even the mention of still being upcoming makes you want to bash your head into a wall. Hence while you're here. "Don't remind me," you sigh, taking another sip of the drink Toji whipped up for you. "My manager is on my ass about getting another song out for the summer." You grin at the man sitting across from you. "That's where you come in."
Toji raises his pierced eyebrow at you, giving him a very attractive look. He is truly a handsome man. He can make even the black hoodie and sweats combo he is wearing look like designer with his sexy features, dark eyes, and muscular robust. If he wasn't a producer, he would make a killing as a model.
If you are to Google him, Toji Fushiguro would come up as a top producer worth millions gracing magazine covers, a five-time Grammy winner, and someone who has worked with the top singers and rappers in the industry right now, including Megan Thee Stallion, The Weeknd, Rihanna, and Sexy Redd.
Everything he touches turns to gold. You knew that he would be able to give you what you want...and need.
Your manager has been breathing down your neck for a new hit to knock your first one out of the water, but so far, his efforts have been failing. Every producer he has called can't give you what you're looking for.
So you took matters into your own hands. You hit Toji up on Twitter on a whim, asking him to do a beat for you. He responded to you a day later, apologizing for his lateness and agreeing to meet up while he was in town. You felt giddy, excited for this chance to possibly gain more popularity and get closer to your goal.
Since you've been a child, you always wanted to be famous. Watching Beyoncé and Michael Jackson on your mom's TV, you knew that your dream was to get on a stage and perform. Make a million dollars. Tour the world. See the sights that your small-town parents never have.
So in your teens, you started doing YouTube videos where you'd dance and sing covers. Before the fresh age of twenty, you were discovered by a talent agent who flew you out to sunny California to audition for your manager's agency. He adored your pretty face, powerful vocals, and moves, deciding that you would be perfect.
A year later, you popped out with your first single 'Rev Your Engines' which was a mixture of bubblegum pop and hip hop that woke the industry and general public up. Everyone suddenly started noticing you in public and inviting you to award shows. You were performing on TV and gracing magazine covers.
The thrust into stardom was a weird and intense one, like taking too many drugs...yet like a drug, you can't get enough. You need more. More money. More fame. More recognition. And you know for a fact that Toji is capable of all of that. "Me?" he asks, acting shocked.
"Well, you are one of the top producers in the game," you giggle, taking another sip of the cocktail. "You'll be my secret weapon."
The producer's smirk grows, widening on his cheeks where two dimple piercing glitter back at you. "Oh, I know." You suck your teeth, rolling your eyes. "Nah, I'm fuckin' witchu," he cackles. "But seriously, with your vocals and my beats, any song we put out is sure to be a hit."
You laugh, giddy and slightly tipsy. "I like that energy!" you exclaim. "Mmm, and this drink! It's loosenin' me up."
Plus the red glow coming from a lava lamp sitting next to you and the soft R&B music he has playing from his Alexa Orb in the corner of the room with your Hello Kitty duffle bag. The ambiance is very seductive.
You are the only one in the studio with Toji right now. You are sure there will be other people coming in soon despite the late hour. Despite this being the first time you and Toji are officially meeting each other, you don't mind other people interrupting your studio session. He is a very busy man after all.
Your eyes flutter closed as the vodka begins to talk, your head tilting back against the couch. Unbeknownst to you, Toji's eyes trail up your body, stopping short on your stomach where a belly button ring glitters at him. "Just how I need you," he murmurs. "'Specially for the song ya had in mind. What'd you say? Somethin' sexy for the hot girls?"
You open your eyes to give him a playful wink, unaware of the hidden meaning behind his hot gaze. "Absolutely," you giggle, swishing your ice around in your cup. "I want somethin' that made the same noise as 'Rev Your Engine', but bigger. I got the lyrics for it here."
You take a final sip of your drink and leave it on a coaster before strutting over to your duffle to retrieve your songwriting journal. You don't feel the producer's eyes on your shapely, heart-shaped ass as it jiggles and bounces in your Region jeans.
"Oh?" Toji asks, interested. "Lemme see. I didn't know you wrote too." You hand your strawberry-printed journal over to him, rolling your eyes when he snickers at the cover. He turns the pages to your new song and begins to read.
Sweating slightly, you stand there in suspense, watching his smile fade and his eyes widen an inch. You feel your body flush with embarrassment and anticipation.
You know that your lyrics are more risqué and, quite frankly, slutty here: talking about bouncing on it at the club so everyone sees; being put on a leash; teasing him and his friend through a FaceTime call so they come over and cum in you.
Your lyrics aren't THAT blunt, but they are very "on the nose". And you know Toji knows that as he continues to read, silent. "C'mon, don't keep me in suspense, Toji!" you whine, wanting to snatch the journal away. "What'd you think?"
He finally turns to you, his face playfully deadpan. "I think you're a fuckin' freak," he replies, deadass. "Damn, girl, what do you do behind the scenes when you're not on stage or red carpets?" He passes the journal back to you, his eyes aglow with mirth.
"Wouldn't you like to know," you playfully murmur. You go to take your journal back, but Toji holds onto it, his calloused fingers nearly touching yours. The playful glint in his eyes fades, replaced with something hotter. More...personal. "Yeah, I would."
And it doesn't sound like a joke. His tone is too raspy and too serious for that. Your smile fades and your body feels like it has been put in a sauna, the temperature in the room spiking into the nineties now. The air between you throbs with tension and something that should not be transpiring the more Toji stares you down, almost as if he is trying to get you out of your panties.
Ding!
The sound of Toji’s phone pinging in his pocket cuts through the tension and stops whatever was about to happen from happening….which it wasn’t.
Toji, looking irritated, digs his phone out and puffs on his cigarette as he reads the message. “Oh, that's my plug," he announces, breaking out into a toothy grin. "Stick around. I'll be right back. Go in the booth when you're ready."
You nod and cradle your journal to your chest before he gets up and leaves you alone in the studio to recuperate and calm yourself.
Other than being a renowned and talented producer, Toji is also a total playboy. A whore, if you will. Always has a different girlfriend or fuck buddy every month. A model or stripper on his arm. Always photographed coming out of a sneaky link’s crib or a hotel. He gets around.
You have no time for any of that. Men like him will get you in trouble...though dating him would definitely up your popularity and boost your publicity. But you want to be famous for your talent, not being a famous man's girlfriend or side piece. No matter how hot Toji is...or how could he smells...or how wet his eyes make you feel.
When he returns, you've put down your cup and ventured into the recording booth. He smiles at you from behind the plexiglass, jiggling a baggie of weed around. "Ya want some?" he asks. He looks perturbed when you shake your head. "What, you don't smoke? In this industry?"
You scoffingly laugh, taking the headphones hanging off the mic. "I don't wanna fuck up my throat." Toji raises an eyebrow at this, catching onto the unintended sexual connotation. "You know what I mean!" you exclaim.
"Weed doesn't do that, sweetheart," he chuckles, sitting down in his chair with his legs spread once again. "Just say you're scared! It's fine!" You give him the middle finger, your French tips each printed with a gem. You always loved a good, cute set.
"Ya may need some of this green to sing lyrics like those," he whistles, giving you a wink. "I thought 'WAP' was nasty, but this takes the cake. Is your dad okay with his pretty little pop star singin' dirty shit like this?" He gives you a humored smirk through the booth.
You give him a tense stare, earning a raucous laugh in reply to the shots fired at your manager. It is public knowledge that your manager is very strict about who you involve yourself with...if he knows who you involve yourself with. He will never know about your meeting with Toji until the song is finished.
"My manager is fine with it," you reply. "He wants a hit, so I'm giving it to him. Now turn me up."
When you put the headphones over your head and hear the first threads of the beat, you already know what you want and how you want to sound. The best part of being an artist is recording.
You love losing yourself in the music, closing your eyes and taking yourself away to a place where there is nothing but your voice, the beat, and the feeling you feel while singing.
But with this particular song, it doesn't go that way. At first, you feel sensational. Sexy. Liberated. The vodka runs through you and Toji's laser vision on you make you sing the salacious lyrics with conviction and all the heart you have in your body.
But after a while, when Toji asks you to do different cuts and you pause to get your mind right, you start to feel that self doubt creep in. That thought that you look and sound stupid saying all of this shit.
At some point during recording, you stop, the words dying in your throat and the vodka's magic wearing off.
Toji wrinkles in brows in confusion, cutting the music in your headphones. "Hey, what's up, doll?" he questions. "You good? You stopped right at the chorus."
You slide the headphones off your head, biting your lip. "I-I don't know," you lamely admit. "I'm sorta second-guessing these lyrics. Maybe you're right: they're too dirty."
But Toji scoffs, waving a passive hand at your negative talk. "Nah, nah, nah," he protests. "Don't fuckin' do that. Don't get in that head. You're an artist, Y/N, and this is what artists do."
"Yeah, but..." You stare off to the side, still chewing on your bottom lip. Maybe this isn't a good idea. What if you lose your fanbase? What if people start to see you as a sexy gimmick and not a true artist?
Seeing you battle with yourself, Toji crooks a finger at you. "Here, come on out here and let me help ya out." He then gets up and walks over to the mini fridge sitting by his fish tank filled with aquatic wonders sitting adjacent to the other couch on the other side of the room.
You do as he says, leaving the booth to sit back on the couch next to it. As you get comfortable, he pours you another cup of the fruity concoction that you've come to love. "Sip on your drink a little," he encourages. "The vodka will help you." He gives you an encouraging smile, silently telling you to drink it.
You take a long sip, letting the sweetness explode over your tastebuds. "Mmm," you pleasantly hum.
He nods in agreement, clinking his red cup with yours. "See? Nice and sweet, like you." He takes a sip of his, licking the red residue from his plump top lip. You ignore the way his tongue glitters with a piercing.
He then gives you some space and takes a seat in the couch across from you where he begins rolling himself a blunt. Maybe it's the vodka creeping into your brain crevices, but suddenly, Toji's veiny, calloused, and inked hands are very attractive.
They seduce you with every twist, bend, roll, and pinch that his fingers make as he sprinkles in some shavings of marijuana and prepares his blunt.
He is an expert at this, focused and highly intriguing the more you watch him. Especially when his pink, pierced tongue slides along the brown paper to close the blunt, successfully rolling it. He then takes his lighter out and fights it, the flickering flame illuminating his son's name tattooed on his right collarbone: Megumi.
His plump lips wrap around the blunt and he takes a puff, smoke billowing in the air like tiny ghosts. You feel hot suddenly, like your entire body is throbbing, and your veins itch with some weird anticipation. Is it the vodka? It's making you feel too reckless.
"Can I have a hit?" you softly ask. The producer raises a brow, smoke billowing out of his nostrils.
He blows an O in the air, bringing your attention to his mouth. He smirks and saunters over to you with the blunt, telling Alexa to play his 'Hotbox Playlist' as he does.
The sound of a Giveon song enters the air as he takes a seat beside you, nearly dipping the cushions because of how big he is. "You ever done it before?"
You shake your head, making him laugh. "Don't worry, doll, I've got you. Start off slow when you inhale."
He passes you the blunt, instructing you to hold it between your forefinger and thumb. Trembling with nerves, you slowly wrap your lips around the blunt and inhale, the end of the blunt glowing red like a firefly in the summer night sky.
As soon as the weed hits your lungs, you're coughing, your throat burning. Toji stifles a laugh. "Easy, easy, baby," he chuckles, patting you on the back. "I said take it slow. Try again."
You take another sip of your cocktail and do it again, being extra careful to not inhale so hard. This time, it is easier and when the weed hits, it hits big time. You feel a warmth in your lungs and your chest, causing you to press a hand against your beating heart. "Ooh," you sigh. "Wow."
Toji grins at you, nodding. "Uh-uh," he agrees. "It'll kick in soon. Wanna get back in the booth?"
You lazily nod, feeling good and as light as a feather. So you take your cup into the booth and do another cut of the song. This time, your vocals are slow and sensual. Your eyes flutter closed as the vodka and weed take over, making your body feel heavy and light at the same time.
As you sing, you focus on Toji and he focuses dead on you, barely taking his eyes off of your face and body. They trail over you like you're a dessert plate...and for some reason, you like that. You enjoy him watching. It makes your body throb more and your breath come out short.
Not to mention the wetness in your panties. When did that happen?
After your session, Toji gives you a thumbs up and you sway out of the booth, holding onto the wall for support. Maybe you need to back up off of the cup for a while. The vodka is obviously hitting you, but you can't remember the last time you felt so disoriented and aroused. Could it be the weed too? You only took two puffs!
"We got a good take," Toji says, giving you a smile that illuminates his handsome face. "You're a natural at this, doll." His gaze is full of so much admiration that it makes you flush. You shyly giggle, unaware that your hand resting on the chair is close to his forearm. "I learned from the best."
You're not quite sure what that means, but Toji doesn't question it. Instead, he takes another puff of his blunt and taps it into the ashtray sitting next to him. His smile widens, a secretive playfulness in it. "Now let's celebrate."
And so you do. You drink more and you watch Toji puff on his blunt, becoming more aroused by the way he forms those smoke Os and wondering what his tongue piercing feels like. At some point, when the edges of your vision become blurrier and your panties grow tighter, Toji pulls another bag out of his pocket.
He sits next to you on the couch, the smell of his cologne and body wash smelling like ocean waves engulfing your senses. You watch intently as he takes a magazine and sprinkles white powder onto it. He also whips out a $100 bill and a Black Card from his wallet, no doubt flashing his wealth at you.
You stare at the white substance, your fuzzy mind processing things slowly but processing nonetheless. Cocaine. Toji notices your perturbed expression and gently nudges you. "Don't be so scared, baby," he chuckles. "We're havin' a little party, ain't we? I'm sure you've done it with the girls at the club before."
You only did it once at an industry party and vowed to never do it again after waking up in someone else's bed with no recollection of how you got there. But when you see Toji begin to cut straight lines with his Black Card and roll up the dollar bill, you start to wonder.
When he bends down to snort a line, he grunts slightly and sniffles, leaning his head back with his eyes closed and his throat exposed. He swallows roughly, his Adam's Apple bobbing. Then the expression on his face softens and he shudders, a look of euphoria on his face. Now you really start to wonder just how it feels.
He slowly turns to you, his smile lazy. "Wanna try?" he asks, passing you the bill. The alcohol and weed fumes make you more susceptible and reckless. More willing to try anything. Everything sounds like a good idea now.
So you lean down, stick the dollar bill up your right nostril, close the left with your fingertips, and tentatively snort a line of the coke. You can only explain it as a rush of fire going up your nose, leaving you to only do half a line.
You gasp and grunt at the pain, pinching your sinuses. "Easy, mama," Toji coos, stroking your hair. "It'll pass. Once it hits, it'll feel real good."
And it does. A warm feeling spreads throughout your body like you are washed in light and you feel tingly. Your heart beats like a hummingbird's wings and everything seems sharper. You break into a smile, giggling. A weird light glints in Toji's eyes. "Yeah, it's workin'," he chuckles.
You lean back against the couch, the ceiling spinning slightly. Your body throbs with heat, your skin feeling as if lava has replaced your blood. "Mmm," you hum uncomfortably, wriggling slightly in your hoodie. Toji leans back against the couch too, his head just inches from yours. "Hot?" he chortles. "Yeah, it'll do that."
His fingers pinch the zipper of your hoodie, not unzipping it but not moving either. "Why don't you take it off if you're hot?" he suggests. So you do, letting the tiny piece of clothing fall from your arms and reveal the hard nipples under your thin bralette.
Now your limbs itch to move. You need to stand. So you suddenly stand, damn near scaring Toji, and your favorite Kehlani song begins to play. You hum in delight and start to sway to the music.
"Feelin' good, baby?" Toji asks. His voice sounds far away yet so close at the same time.
"Mmm-hmm," you hum. "I love this song." You begin to wind your hips to the slow beat, envisioning yourself as a wave. As your hips begin to gyrate in a circle to the beat, Toji watches from his spot on the couch, wanting you to get out of more of your clothes. You stick your hands out for his, giggling. "Dance with me, Toji," you request.
Toji's slick, slightly-red eyes stare at your dainty, manicured hands before he gives in and stands. Your heart lurches at the sheer size and height of him looming over you, though you don't feel intimated. If anything, it is all a major turn on. He takes his hand in yours and begins to sway with you to the music, the two of you in your own little world hazed with weed smoke and booze.
He then snakes one muscular arm around your waist and uses the other to turn you around so you're facing away from him. You breathe sharply through your nose as he presses himself against you...or are you pressing back into him? Either way, suddenly, your ass is brushing against the undeniable stiffness of his hard-on in his sweats.
"Dance for me," he whispers to you. He then takes a seat again and watches you as you begin to wind your hips to the music, flipping your hair and staring him down so seductively that his hard-on twitches in his sweats. He is but a fan in your audience as you glide along the stage.
You then place a hand by his shoulder to grasp the couch and hook a leg over his thigh. Then the other. And suddenly, with one yank from his hands snaking up your hips, you are straddling him. "This could be the single cover right here," he murmurs, eyes roaming up your body.
You shake your head, humming "mm-mm" is disagreement. His brows wrinkle. "Why not?" he questions, his hands still snaking along your hips and up your spine. "You'd make a million on a single if ya did, just sayin'. Maybe even with less clothes."
You remember when you were first starting out that a photographer in charge of snapping photos of you for your press tour tried to pressure you into posing topless. You refused. But now, sitting here with Toji, feeling his hot muscles under your fingertips and his even hotter cock throbbing underneath you, you think that maybe you were mistaken.
"Really?" you softly ask. The producer crookedly smiles at you, making himself look even more dangerously attractive. "Hell yeah. You have a beautiful body, Y/N. The talent is just a plus."
His hands trail up to grasp your breasts in your bralette, his palms pressing against your hard nipples through the thin fabric. "I can see these goin' viral on IG already," he dreamily sighs. "Goddamn, you're perfect."
In the back of your head, you are fully aware that your producer is groping you and this situation is very inappropriate...but you also don't care. Caring isn't even in the room with you right now.
"You sure this would make me go viral?" you giggle, but you secretly mean it. Your back arches, pushing your chest farther into Toji's hold. "Wanna find out?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.
And so, Toji gets his phone out, the bright light of his camera washing over you, while you slip off your top. As you do, your pussy gushes in your panties and your nipples grow harder, hardening to peaks once the barrier of your top is gone.
You sit there on top of him, your heart accelerating and your blood pressure reaching the ceiling. Toji gapes at you, his large hands gently brushing your skin. "Shit," he swears. "Look at you, baby. The hottest girl ever."
He snaps a photo of you with your tits out, the flash making your eyes flutter and tear. One of his hands reaches out to gently fondle one of your pretty titties, the light touch making you tingle. "Toji," you whimper.
"Yeah?" he asks. "What is it, baby doll? You like posin' for me?" He takes another photo, this one catching the way your bottom lip catches between your teeth. Finally sick of taking photos, Toji tosses his phone asides and latches his lips to your neck.
You gasp as his soft lips latch onto your tender skin and throat, his inked hands groping your breasts, rolling and fondling them in his big palms. "W-We shouldn't...oh," you moan.
You instinctively tilt your head back to allow more of his touch. His kiss. His everything. "What if someone comes in?" you weakly ask.
Toji looks up at you, giving you a rather irritated expression at the mention of a stranger interrupting your moment. "Nobody's comin', baby. It's 1 AM, plus I've got the key." He continues to kiss your neck, each one like a trail of fire licking across your skin. "Just relax for me. You'll love this."
"Toji," you mutter. "We shouldn't..." But your reasoning dies as soon as his tongue juts out to lick your neck and earlobe, his piercing cool against your hot, clammy skin. You moan again, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and neck, feeling his muscles underneath his hoodie.
He pulls away and gazes longingly at your tits in his hands, squeezing them gently. "Look at these tits," he groans. "So perfect. You can be a star with this body, baby." One of his hands snake down to your ass, creeping underneath your jeans to grasp your cheeks. Your moan is louder this time, leading Toji to swallow it with his mouth.
His lips are soft and taste of fruit punch, his tongue wetly sliding against yours. His kiss is just as addictive and dangerous as he is. You share moans and gasps as you continue to heatedly make out in Toji's studio, your body drawn to his like a moth to a flame.
With every second of his lips locked with yours, you grow more impatient and aroused. Every part of you screams 'I am horny'.
As if sensing this, Toji wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up, standing up with you in his arms. He then lays you down on the couch and hovers over you, his handsome face swallowing up your sight of the ceiling. His hands, quick and skillful, reach for the fly on your jeans. You don't stop him when he starts to unzip them.
"I can make you a star, y'know," he continues as he peels off your pants. "You don't have to worry. With me, I can make you big." Your pants slide down your legs, revealing the pink G-string you're wearing underneath.
Toji smirks at this, pinching the thin waistband of the thong between his fingers and pulling it back to snap against your skin. Once your pants are off of you, he goes back to sucking on your nipples while one hand sneaks down to rub your pussy through your thong.
You gasp at his touch, his thick fingers rubbing circles around the wet spot of your panties. "Oh, Toji!" you whine. "F-Fuck!"
"So pretty," he murmurs against your tits. He nuzzles them. Inhales your scent. Presses kisses to your chest as his hand continues to move in semi-circles against your soddened panties, feeling how puffy your pussy lips are sticking to your thong.
"So wet for me," he sighs. "Guess that little pill I slipped in your drink kicked in."
Suddenly, the world tilts on is axis and everything feels sharper now. You gaze down at him, confused and alarmed. "W-What?" you gasp.
He slipped you something? When? How? Why? Is that why you're feeling so weird?
Toji tilts his chin up to heavily kiss you, his stubble rubbing against your cheek. "Relax, doll. It's just an aphrodisiac." He smirks against your open mouth as you moan in his face, his fingers slipping between your slit. "Somethin' to get this body ready...somethin' make this little pussy wet for me."
He tears himself away from your tits, opting instead to be between your thighs. With his hands around your ankles, he yanks you down the couch so your legs are hanging off of the couch and he is kneeling between them. You watch helplessly as he drags your wet thong down your creamy, soft legs and places the tiny, soaked panties in his back pocket.
His eyes, laced with weed and lust, stare into yours, illuminating by the red glow of the lava lamp. "Just do what I want and I'll make you the brightest star in this fuckin' world," he softly growls. "Now open up for me."
You have no choice in the matter anymore once he is diving between your thighs and pressing them apart with his strong hands to get better access to you. Toji Munch Fushiguro should be his new government name because the man knows a thing or two about eating pussy.
"Toji!" you gasp, your hands grasping his black hair. "Oh, fuck! Oh, my God, yes!" You can't keep quiet as his tongue slithers inside of your wet hole, his pillowy-soft lips sucking on your puffy pussy lips drenched in your juices and his spit.
Speaking of spit, he likes to do that. He pauses a few times from tongue fucking you to spit copious amounts of saliva onto your pussy, letting it drip down your asscrack, and slurping it back up, making your throbbing clit hum and sing with pleasure.
You have never been eaten out in such a possessive, dominating, and eager way. His mouth is like Heaven and Hell mixed into one, each stroke of his tongue sending you further down the rabbit hole like little Alice.
As he eats, you grip your titties, tweaking your nipples and fondling them in an effort to give yourself more stimulation.
"Oh, Toji, please," you whimper. "Please make me cum."
Your cute moans seem to awaken something in Toji because suddenly, he is roughly yanking you up and scooping you up into his arms. You gasp, wrapping your arms and legs around him. "You wanna cum, slutty girl?" he murmurs against your mouth. "Fine...I'll make ya cum."
You can only squeal when he kneels down with you hooks his hands under your ass to press your pussy against his face. You stay as still as a statue when he walks over to the nearest wall and presses you against it, still slurping your pussy like a starving man.
"Oh, fuck!" you moan, tossing your head back against the wall. You grasp his scalp, pushing him farther into your gushing cunt, your feet dangling off of his shoulders. "Fuck, Daddy, yes!"
The name just slips out of you the tighter Toji holds you, the power in his fingertips making you gush and pour more honey into his mouth.
"I'm gonna cum!" you whine, your voice bouncing off of the studio walls. "Please, Daddy, make me cum!" Toji hums agreeably into your pussy, his licking growing more vigorous and eager, wanting you to cum all over his face.
And with a loud moan that could break glass, you finally come undone in his arms, your pussy quivering and shaking around his mouth. It could just be the cocaine paired with Toji's mouth, but it is an intense orgasm that leaves you shaking and your head fuzzy, not a single coherent thought in it.
When you finally come down from your orgasmic high, Toji carefully places you down on the couch and unwinds your jelly-like legs from his shoulders. He stares at you, his chin slick with your cum and his lips dripping in it. "That felt good, right?" he coos. He licks away your honey, keeping his eyes locked on you.
Slowly, you nod, still at a loss for words. His big hand shoots out to grip your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him. "Say thank you," he growls. You roughly swallow, doing your best to please him despite your mental being so fucked up. "T-Thank you, Daddy," you stammer.
Toji smirks, pressing a chaste, wet kiss to your lips. "Mmm, good girl. You listen so well."
Yes, you are a good girl. And as a good girl, you know you need more. So when you see Toji's hard cock outlined by his sweats twitching and throbbing, you crawl to him. He watches in awe as you press your cheek against his dick print and begin nuzzling it, your eyes fluttered closed.
"Watchu want?" he chuckles. "You want this here?" He takes a handful of his cock, gnawing on his bottom lip.
You slowly nod, oozing wetness from your pussy that throbs insistently despite your recent orgasm. "Then come and get it," he demands. "Take my cock out if you want it, doll."
He watches you slink forward, your back arched and pretty ass tooted in the air for him. You eagerly untie his sweats, delighted to find that he isn't wearing underwear, and pull them down to reveal the long, hard, thick, throbbing, veiny cock dangling between his muscular thighs sinewy with hair.
You ogle at his hard dick and his lickable happy trail as he strips his hoodie off, revealing his tattoos and broad chest littered in black chest hair. You salivate at all of him, but especially his cock. The desire to feel it stretch out your mouth and throat fills you with a buzz.
"Nice, right?" he chuckles, a cocky smile on his face. "Needs a little bump though." He takes the baggie of coke off the coffee table and you watch, entranced, as he sprinkles some white powder onto his shaft.
Now you cannot hide your hunger anymore. Greedily, you wrap a hand around the base and take a lick of his cock, licking up the coke in the process. Toji moans at the sight, tilting his head back as you slurp up his pre-cum bubbling from his tip, moaning as you do.
The coke sinks into your tastebuds and gums, giving you a zing that hits in a way the first line didn't. You feel alive, like you can walk on the moon.
It gives you the urge to swallow every inch of Toji's cock, taking him deep into your wet mouth and sloppily sucking on him. White residue from the coke sticks to your nose and the corners of your spit-covered lips as you greedily suck, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down, up and down, your throat sliding around him.
"Ngh," he grunts, squeezing his eyes tight. "Fuck, that's fuckin' hot!" His face is flushed red, his Adam's Apple bobbing roughly as your throat flexes around him. "Go 'head, baby girl. Take me in that throat and suck me good."
Feening from the encouragement and praise, you wrap two hands around the base and suck what you can, sliding your sloppy, wet, tight throat around Toji's cock. As you do, a blinding light washes over you as Toji watches you from his phone, the camera shining on you.
"Thaaaat's my little star," he encourages, staring at you through the lense of his phone. "My good lil' cock slut. You take dick as good as you sing, baby girl."
His hand wraps around the back of your head and he pushes you deeper onto it, causing you to sightly gag as his bulbous tip brushes against the back of your throat. He begins to fuck your face, ruining your makeup and your throat, grunting as he does so. Your head feels fuzzy and dizzy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he uses your mouth like a toy.
A buzz, indeed. Especially the way the man attached to the delicious dick in your mouth talks to you. "Such a pretty little bitch I've got," Toji murmurs. "You love this shit, don't you, slut?" His words are degrading and nasty, but his voice is sugary sweet, sending shivers down your spine.
You try to speak around his cock, but he stops you by pushing deeper, filling your nostrils with the scent of him. He is pressed flush against you, his heavy balls pressed against your chin. "Don't talk with your mouth full," he grunts. "Just keep suckin'. I want the perfect angle of you."
He turns his phone horizontal so he records in landscape. Your eyes, glassy with tears, stare up into his phone. “And don't worry; nobody's seein' this but me." He gives you a smirk riddled in sin and red-hot lust as he continues to fuck your throat off its hinges.
You have no choice but to sit on your knees and take it, breathing through your nose and letting spit drip from your chin down your tits, much to Toji's satisfaction.
You place your hands on his hips, indulging in his firm ass and thighs as he thrusts into your mouth, groaning at the feeling of your tight-as-a-vice throat.
He then pulls away, dragging his cock out of your mouth and letting the saliva string stretch from his tip to your lips. “Open your mouth.”
His tone is firm, serious. You do as you're told, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out.
He leans towards you, tilting your face up by your hair, and spits a wad of saliva into your mouth. “Now put it back on my cock."
You do just that, going back to sucking him dry as his spit drips from your mouth onto his shaft, drizzling down his balls. “Yeah, slurp it up, baby,” he groans. “Such a good fuckin’ girl!"
He watches you with an expression close to anguish as if he can't take the sight of you gagging on his dick. As he begins to throb and swell in your mouth, a guttural sound escapes him as if he is resisting. “No,” he growls. “If I’m gonna cum, I need to fuck you first.”
So he pulls out of your mouth and taps the wet tip against your lips, putting his phone away. “Do you want me to fill that pussy up, doll?”
You feel your body tingle with excitement and need, the desire to be fucked, filled, and ruined taking over. “Yes,” you whisper.
A light flickers in Toji's eyes, exciting you further. “Then grab onto me.”
You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, allowing him to scoop you up so your legs dangle from his waist. He sticks his tongue in your mouth, sloppily kissing you as he walks you over to the control panel.
He plops you down on the edge of the panel, accidentally switching the 'ON' button for recording. Neither of you notice, even as Toji's voice echos throughout the studio as he speaks. “Up ya go,” he chuckles. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”
He slides his tip down to your pussy, gently prying your lips apart and swirling it around in your juices. You softly gasp as he nudges your clit, sending sparks of electricity throughout your body. “Toji,” you whimper. “Fuck me please.”
Between the way your eyes grow slick with unshed tears, your cute little French tips dig into his shoulders, and your simpering begging, Toji is helpless to resist you. He sticks his mouth to yours as he slides himself home inside of you, causing you both to gasp at the new sensations.
Sex off cocaine, vodka, and aphrodisiac pills is something you have never experienced before. There is nothing quite like it.
Toji must feel it too because his entire body is tense as if he can't take the pleasure. "Fuck, you're tight, baby," he grunts. "And so wet." He begins to thrust, rough and unrelenting, each word punctuated by a stroke that makes you gasp and your thighs shake.
"Such. A good. Fuckin'. Girl for me," Toji groans, driving his cock into you again and again. Your mouth falls agape on each moan and gasp that rattles your bones and drags unnatural sounds from you, each stroke of his cock taking you to a world far beyond this one (plus the cocaine helps).
Toji grabs your chin, mushing your cheeks together. "Say it!" he demands. "Say you're my good fuckin' girl!" He thrusts a little harder, making your pussy throb and tighten around his merciful cock.
"I'm your good fuckin' girl!" you sob, gripping him for dear life. Your feet dangle from his waist, your body wrapped around him like a koala bear as he fucks you dumb. "Yeah?" he chuckles. "You love this? You love bein' my little slut?"
Your desperate moans answer for him. Your head lulls against his shoulder, each thrust exhausting you. It is too much. Too intense. The sheer ecstasy is almost agonizing.
“Such a tease," he growls. "Always teasin' me with this fuckin' body. I've been wanting you for so long, baby."
He leans you back against the buttons on the control panel, giving him a good view of your body. He fondles one of your tits as he fucks you, his eyes lecherously sliding across every curve of your frame. "Toji," you whine. "Harder."
The producer chuckles, his cock throbbing inside of you. "Harder?" he parrots. "You've got it, babydoll. You know why?"
He begins to drive his hips harder against you, the sound of his thighs slapping against yours permeating the air. "'Cause you're mine now," he moans. "You're my little pop girl and I'm gonna give you everything you want and more."
And with every thrust, he does. He sends you on a rocket trip than you don't want to get off. You see stars as he fucks you, knocking all common sense and reason out of your pretty brain. You begin to deliriously smile as you moan, your pussy squelching lewdly around his cock. You love being his little slut. His little dancer. His whatever he wants you to be.
"C'mere," he demands in his deep, sultry voice. You sit up for him, eagerly staring at him as he you wait for his next request. "Tilt your head up."
You do so and he leans forward, open his pretty lips for you...and drooling a string of spit into your mouth. "Give it back to me," he sultrily orders.
Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, you grip him to you as you sloppily kiss him, serving his saliva back to him as you kiss. You begin to suck on his big, fat tongue, moaning wantonly as his cock massages your pussy walls.
Your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, leaving nothing to the imagination, especially when you start to get close. Your body crackles with fire, your core tightening like a balloon filled with too much air. "T-Toji," you whimper, your toes curling against his ass. "Daddy, I'm gonna cum again!"
Toji frantically nods, slowing his pistoning thrusts down to slow, deep strokes. "I can feel it," he hisses. But then he stops and slowly pulls away, moaning at the sight of his cock slick and shiny with your juices. You gape at him, confused and desperate.
Why the fuck did he stop?
But the heated look in his eyes stops you short. "Turn around and bend over." He doesn't look like he's up for any protests. Though your legs feel like jelly, you slide off of the control panel and whisk yourself around, bracing yourself against the panel for more.
And Toji gives you so much more when he taps his cock against your pussy and glides in again, causing you to gasp. He is so much deeper in this position, his balls gliding against your clit as he begins to give you shallow thrusts. Pressing his lips to your ear, he nibbles on the lobe, sending you careening deeper into bliss.
"I'm gonna fuck this pussy until you cum all over me," he whispers. "And then you're gonna lick all of it off me when I'm done."
As you shudder, he grips your hips and begins to piston into you, pulling in and out, in and out, stroking your walls and stimulating your clit with his balls slapping against them every second. Your eyes roll back and your mouth lewdly hangs open as Toji fucks your pussy like it is his, drawing his throbbing cock into you with every intention of making you cum.
With every thrust, your ass bounces into his pelvis, creating a symphony of slapping sounds that mix with the music playing from Toji's playlist. You feel one of his big hands paw at one of your cheeks, roughly groping your behind. "Look at this fuckin' ass," he growls. "You drive me crazy, you little slut."
SPANK!
SPANK!
You moan at each harsh spank, his calloused hand causing your asscheeks to catch fire. "Nice little tattoo of my name would look good here," he chuckles, sliding his finger along the top of your ass. "Then you'd really be mine. Nobody could touch you but me."
His hand wraps around your throat, nice and tight, slightly restricting your airways and making you feel lightheaded. It makes his thrusts feel that more intense; that more good. Your mind is totally blank. You are thinking of nothing but the pleasure and the way your pussy feels being filled up and pounded senseless.
You are not a singer. You are not a dancer. You are not a star. All you are right now is Toji Fushiguro's slut and you are totally okay with that.
You can feel yourself tensing up as your core tightens, causing your moans to grow louder and your grip on the panel to get tighter. Toji's thrusts get faster and rougher, nearly causing you to fall into the panel and accidentally press buttons that you shouldn't.
His tongue licks at your earlobe, his piercing cool against your hot skin. "Just a little more, sugar," he groans into your ear. "Take a little more. C'mon, you've been doin' so well takin' this dick so far."
You whine in response, your pussy squelching and quivering with need. "Daddy, please!" you beg. "I'm gonna cum! I-I can't...can't..."
Your body begins to give out on you, your limbs turning to mush. Toji wraps an arm around your waist and grips you to him, his other hand still tight around your neck as he draws himself into your cunt.
"You'd better cum for me now then," he demands, his voice rough and raspy. It makes you peak that much higher. "Cum for me, baby doll. Cum all around that fuckin' cock. Give it all to me."
And you do. With his voice in your ear and his tight, possessive grip on you, your moans and whines grow louder as that invisible string gets tighter and tighter...until it snaps. "Oh, sh-sh-shit!" you shudderingly whine, cumming all around Toji's cock.
This orgasm is just as intense as the first one. It leaves you shaking in Toji's arms, especially when he keeps thrusting into you so roughly. Your pussy has no choice but to continue cumming, all of your cream leaking out down Toji's shaft and your inner thighs. You start to feel the aftershocks like you're standing in the middle of an earthquake, your body shuddering and jerking through your orgasm.
This triggers Toji because he roughly bends you over so your ass is sticking out and proceeds to pummel your pussy as if you are a toy. A fleshlight. Nothing but something for his pleasure.
You grip the control panel for dear life, gasping as he draws himself into you, pounding into your hole over and over again. Your eyes weakly tilt up to look in the booth glass, watching Toji's jaw tighten and his muscles tense, each vein in his neck popping with restraint and concentration.
Finally, he stills, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. You feel his cock swell inside of you, warning you of his orgasm.
Wuickly, he pulls out and begins to furiously stroke his cock, his grunts and wet sounds the only things loud enough for you to hear through the blood pounding in your head.
"Fuck!" he bellows as a stream of cum escapes his cock and slaps across your ass. Strings of swears and moans drip from his lips as he sprays your ass with spunk, the warm, wet droplets making you gasp as they hit your skin.
With a sigh, Toji slightly stumbles away, whistling to himself. "Hold up," he tells you. You do so, making no effort to move. Your limbs are too tired and you feel the high from the coke and the pill he slipped you start to wear off. You just feel tired and used. You need a hot shower.
Click!
You blink at the flash of light from Toji's phone as he snaps a pic of you bent over naked with his cum coating your ass. "Such a dirty little girl," he sighs, giving your ass a feeble grab. "You'll look so good on my lock screen."
You say nothing in response. You know that tomorrow you won't even remember this night.
Toji sighs, taking a seat in his chair and scooping you up to sit in his lap. Your sweaty bodies press against one another, sharing in your lost highs and exhaustion.
He suddenly laughs, his chest rumbling under your ear. "Oh, look, doll," he chuckles.
You weakly turn your head to where he points, blinking tiredly at the red light on the recording button.
'ON', it says to you.
Toji smirks down at you, his hand possessively gripping your ass as he snuggles you in his lap. "We got a hit on our hands."
Synopsis: Toji’s been sleeping with a married woman, even telling his friend about their forbidden love; unbeknownst to his best friend, it’s his wife.
A/N: inspired by one of my favorite Adventura songs— Ella y yo. I’m writing this before I have a massive exam…and in between writing two other fics— enjoy!
Word count: 1.2k~
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Toji did really view Shiu as a good friend, the man helped him out during tough times, giving him money to get him back on his feet— overall, he owed Shiu a lot. Even with that, you sure were tempting, with your short skirts that enticed him into kneeling between your thighs to devour your cunt. Every lap from his tongue sent your lovely body into a spiral. Despite being Shiu’s, Toji often found himself tangled in bed with you, whispering sweet nothings to your ears as he ran his hand up and down your back. You were all he was thinking about as he sat across Shiu,
“Y’know, I think I found someone I like,” Toji tipped the half empty beer, watching as the liquid edged the rim before taking another swig. Shiu’s eyes widen, he almost spat back the sip of beer that he was holding within his lips,
“Really? Who’s the lucky lady?”
Toji gazed down at his drink, every wave from the beer reminded him the way your ass jiggled as his hips thrusted into you from behind. How the weak hotel bed barely held on as he hunched over your body, his pecs touching your shoulders, one big palm cradled your stomach to feel the bulge that would pop out from your skin, the squelch of your pussylips sucking him in,
“She’s… never mind… it’s just fantasy,” Toji squashed those memories with the bubbling liquid going down his throat. Shiu didn’t take that lightly, he took another swig of his drink, pointing the glass toward Toji in a accusatory manner,
“Oh c’mon, tell me! I’ve never seen you so shy about a woman— c’mon, what’s holding ya back?”
Toji touched the back of his neck in a nervous manner, “well… she’s not a single woman… she’s with some guy, married.”
Shiu raised an eyebrow, but his lips curled into a smirk, “ohhh… didn’t think you’d be the homewrecker… actually who am I kidding,” Shiu chuckled, his finger touching the edges of the rim, “well, don’t let that stop you; you practically have her already. The ring doesn’t chain her heart.”
Toji let out a small huff, one that could be played off for laughter, but he felt guilty for sleeping with you, “Don’t go sayin’ that, I don’t wanna leave the guy brokenhearted”
That made Shiu cackle, “Ha! Since when did you care about that! Man… something about her is making you too soft. C’mon man, don’t be an idiot, fight for love!”
.
.
.
“fuuuck… yr’ so tight! Were you waitin’ fer this? Thinking about this dick while with him, huh?”
Toji violently jerked his hips back and forth into your screaming pussy, each slap sparkling the sweat for your bodies. You arched your back, your head bobbing back as Toji continued to manhandle you,
“Mmm’yeah! I was waiting for you…!”
You made the excuse that you were visiting your girlfriends, Shiu only absently waved you goodbye as you headed out. It all began with a steamy kiss within the rain, Toji’s rough lips working on yours— you should’ve been satisfied with just your Shiu, but… Toji was addictive.When his hips would retract, his cock inching away from your gummy walls, you could help but push your ass forward. You needed to feel close to him once more.
“Such a sweet thing, sucking me in so good,” the words rumbling against your shoulder, you could hear every breath hitching as Toji held you, his thumb circling around your clit. The sensitive bud sent shock waves through your body, causing slick to sputter out with each thrust.
Used condoms decorate the bed, the two of you were on your last piece; Toji held you in a more intimate position, your legs hiked up his shoulders, folding you real nice. His balls almost drained, even taking away the guilt he had for sleeping with Shiu’s girl. He tried not to think about it, not that he really could as he heard your choked sobs with every single slap of his hips,
“She’s fuckin’ made fr’ me, taking me deep in… she just needed a real man, huh?”
He could practically feel your pussy vibrate, purring at his filthy words; he wondered if Shiu ever saw this expression of yours. You couldn’t even speak properly, every word coming out in a breathy mewl. Toji could feel himself getting close, his hand extending out to hold your throat, he could feel your heart throbbing; your face contorted into a mess, as your body drew into a close. With the final motion of Toji’s hips ramming into yours, his body locked up— desperately cumming inside the condom.
His upper body leaned close to you, his head resting next to yours as he caught his breath; one hand cradled the side of your face. Toji’s gaze looked toward the sparkling ring that was left behind the counter, one that he always made sure you took off.
But he was always reminded of Shiu.
.
.
.
Still, Toji sat in front of Shiu once more, with his beer in hand. He couldn’t tell if Shiu could see the hickey on his neck, could he tell they were from your lips? Toji couldn’t really focus on what Shiu was blabbering about, he could only really concentrate on how he was just eating out your pussy before meeting Shiu. The way he spread your folds before licking up the slick that was dripping from it—
“So, what happened with your secret lady?”
Shiu’s voice quickly chilled Toji’s body, it caused him to grip on his drink tighter. Turning his head away from Shiu, he leaned into his chair deeper,
“I told you to drop it, I’m not gonna do shit with her,” a lie, but, maybe it was something he truly wanted to convince himself. Maybe letting you go would help him get away from the guilt he got from looking at Shiu. Then again, he couldn’t just get rid of that sweet taste from his lips.
“C’mon, you’re getting old, might as well settle down.”
“Ya dont know who could get hurt by all this.”
That intrigued Shiu, “Since when did you ever care about that? I say, just take what’s already yours.”
The comment only fueled the frustration that was brewing in Toji’s chest; he should just take you, hold you in his arms for just a while. But those thoughts always seem to dispel whenever he would have these discussions with Shiu. He couldn’t betray the man who had been there for him, his best friend. Even with that, the truth kept etching itself up his throat.
“Oh yeah? Cuz I’ve been ramming my cock inside your wife,” his voice came out in a clear tone, leaving no room for doubt; he grabbed his beer, putting the rim up his lips to gulp down the bubbling liquid. As he put the glass down, he looked straight into Shiu’s shock face. He watched as his eyes fell onto his ring, widening even more as if his finger fell off,
“My wife?”
“Well, I dunno if she’s yours anymore. Like ya said, her heart is not chained by the ring.”
🌸AU: Toji as your father’s best friend, consoling you with his cock after a fight with your dad
🌸CW: cockwarming, toji calling reader all sorts of pretty names, fucking while reader's dad is around, unprotected sex, fluff
🌸A/N: Hello... I am here to clarify some things. I found out recently that I got a pretty established and amazing fanartist on Twitter into a situation where they received backlash for recreating one of my Uncle Toji scenes. I felt so bad because antis were giving the artist shit for something I wrote. So I am here to let all of you know that:
1) reader's age was never specifically spelled out bc I wanted everyone to be able to relate to the reader's age and not be restrained by a number in the story. If I knew that there was a rule where we had to indicate ages of every character in stories, I would have done so... Anyway, if I were to be asked what the OC's age was, I would say she is within the age range of 26-28yo.
2) It will be clear in the last chapter as I tried to give a short back story (before I even saw those mean tweets) but I will let you all know now - Toji was out of the reader's life from age 9 to 24, reader's dad had her at 21, and Toji is a few years younger than the dad. So the math is that the age gap between Toji and the reader is ~18 years.
3) Reader hardly calls Toji by his name because she feels awkward doing that since she's always known him as Uncle Toji. but if you notice, she has been getting braver through the chapters. And she calls him 'Uncle Toji' during sex most of the time coz they like to roleplay??
Anyway, I am only explaining bc I really do not wish to hurt anyone, and I hope the fanartist know that the hate should be directed at me, not at them.
Next chapter will be the last. thank you all for supporting my Uncle Toji series.
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I am surprised when Toji’s hand on the small of my back gently guides me to the side, away from guests trying to lure us into their conversations. I look up at him in confusion and worry, only to be met with a concerned look on his face.
He dips his head so that I can hear him when he murmurs, “You alright, baby? Wanna go home?”
Oh.
I’d had a fight with my dad before coming to the gala dinner. Toji was caught in the crossfire when he came to pick me up. I was initially supposed to meet him at the dinner with my parents, where I would be handed over to Toji since each guest could only bring a Plus One. However, once my dad and I started raising our voices at each other, my mother called Toji right away and got him to come over to take me.
I was glad for it, and I’m sure my parents were, too. I haven’t been in the best of moods since then and Toji knows me way too well to have me engage in any conversation. I am still a good guest in the way I politely respond to questions asked, yet at the same time cutting the conversation short. But Toji understands that I am being civil only for the sake of it.
I give Toji a small smile and shake my head. “No, I’m fine.”
He observes me for a few seconds. Finally, he rubs his thumb on my back and nods. “Okay. But I’ll bring you home early. Let me just talk to Dr. Hung.”
I have no objection to that, so Toji slides his engulfing hand down to take hold of mine and starts walking towards Dr. Hung. I try to listen politely and take mental notes of their conversation, since I am also here to make connections that might benefit my father’s company when I eventually take over. Toji, being my father’s best friend and longest business partner, knows of this and even tries to bring up our company’s name.
By the time they were done talking business, I had Dr. Hung’s name card and a promise to have a business lunch, all thanks to Toji. And finally, when it is just us again, Toji rests a comforting hand on my back and leans down so that his lips are by my ear.
“Let’s bring you home now, shall we?”
I look up and nod my head, to which he returns a nod at. Before we leave, however, Toji looks around to locate my parents, who are engaged in a conversation with a few other notable people in the industry. Not wanting to interrupt them, Toji guides me straight out of the ballroom and walks me to his car where his driver is already waiting.
“Careful,” he murmurs with his big palm resting on top of my head as I get into the car.
He gets his driver to bring me back and only when he has walked me back to my room, I face him and hold onto his calloused hand with both of mine.
“Stay for a bit, Toji?”
He stares at me for a long moment, not saying anything. I know that he is debating whether he should, since my parents might come home and see him here. But I give him a small pout that I know he can never resist, and he eventually squeezes my fingers — his non-verbal way of saying yes.
When I let go of his hand, Toji undoes the knot on his tie, ready to get comfortable. By the time I am out of the shower, I find Toji already laying on my bed, tie off and blazer-less. He has the top few buttons of his shirt undone, his arm resting behind his head widening the plackets of his top and allowing me to see more skin. He is on his phone, probably going through some soccer news.
Cuddling up to him seems so inviting that I rush through my nightly routine just to jump into bed with him. Toji fully expects it, having experienced this too many times for him not to be ready for it. He spreads his arm out just in time for me to burrow into his side.
“Ugh, what a terrible day,” I groan into his armpit.
Toji pats my crown and rests his palm on the swell of my hips. “Your dad only means well, you know that, baby.”
I lift myself up on my elbow, my hand on his chest to keep me steady, as I glare at him. Toji returns a levelled gaze. “He thinks that I’m not focused and that I am not trying hard enough to learn about taking over the company!”
Toji locks his phone and puts it aside just so he can give me more attention. But when I hear his response, I suddenly wish he didn’t give me any at all, or that I even asked him to stay.
“Well, do you think you really have been giving your all in the handover?” I simply gape at him, in disbelief that he would say something like that. Toji taps my hip. “Look at it this way, Princess, from your father’s point of view. You complain when you have business meetings, when they are actually good for your business. You hate the small talk and show an attitude, which I can’t say gives off a good impression. You hang back and passively stand there and look pretty at the networking events your father brings you to, that are really for you to broaden your connections.”
Toji could probably see the look of incredulity and betrayal on my face, because he sighs and strokes my chin with his free hand. Being the petty me that I am, I turn my head away with a pout.
“You know that I am always fair and logical, Princess. I’m not just taking your dad’s side because he is my best friend,” Toji murmurs.
I stay quiet, trying to rationalise his explanation. But the longer I do, the more heated I get. So, instead of answering him, I get up, tear the sheets off my bed to get under it, and reach out to turn the lights off, plunging us into darkness. I lie on my side, facing away from Toji even though he can’t see me in the darkness anyway. He doesn’t move or say anything for a while but a few seconds later, I hear movement and in the next few seconds, the nightlight next to my bed turns on. I feel Toji getting under the blanket behind me where he rests his heavy hand on my hip. He comes closer until his lips are hovering over my ear.
“Although…” he murmurs huskily, quietly. “Of course I will be there to help you. How can Uncle Toji leave his baby girl to be eaten by the wolves?” While my heart flutters at his words, I make sure not to react. Toji rubs his rough palm up and down the side of thigh now. “Together, we’ll dominate the playing field. I’ll guide and bring success to you.”
I know that he always keeps his promises and he never promises anything he can’t do. But I still won’t respond, so Toji nudges my earlobe with his lips. I can feel the scruff on his chin that is already growing.
“It’s all for your own good, Princess. Your dad just doesn’t want you to fail. Neither do I.”
I turn my head slightly and grumble, “I thought you said you’d help me succeed.”
The tip of Toji’s nose now brushes my cheek. He rubs my side gently, at the same time causing my night dress to ride up. “Oh, that’s not negotiable, baby. Of course I will. But you’ve got to try and make it out on your own too.”
“But I am trying,” I whine, now twisting my body a little more so that I am facing him.
He is staring down at me with the softest gaze — one that he only reserves for me. “Of course you are,” Toji almost coos. This only makes me pout instinctively. He leans down to press his scarred lips to mine. “But try harder.”
Immediately, I pull away with a loud whine and slap his broad shoulder. Toji’s chuckle is low and husky, so warm and familiar that I am already melting before he kisses me again. This time, he nips on my bottom lip, his palm on my hip now moving in sensual strokes. Little moans and mewls escape me as some sort of resistance, not wanting to be played into his hands like that. But we both know that I am enjoying this, especially when I clench my fist on the material of his shirt, pulling him closer. Toji hooks his fingers under the hem of my night dress and drags them up along my thigh, pulling my dress up.
He is toying with the band of my panties when he breaks the kiss and murmurs against my lips, “Still mad at Uncle Toji?” My teeth pull on my bottom lip as I nod my head. The corners of Toji’s lips turn down. “Can’t have that now, can we?” he hums before burying his face into my nape. He trails the faintest of kisses along my neck, his fingers now tugging and flicking at the thin elastic of my underwear. “You’re not tired, are you, baby? I don’t think you’ll be getting any sleep yet.”
And with that, Toji lifts himself up on his elbow as he pulls my g-string down as far as he can. He kisses me on the shoulder just as he hovers his hand over my crotch, the tip of his finger drawing shapes on my sensitive skin, making my hair stand on ends. I hold my breath as he gets closer to my clit, dipping his finger between my thighs so that the length of his digit rubs on my pussy lips.
I can feel his erection growing hard against my ass, especially when he starts thrusting his hips slowly in tandem with the rhythm of his finger sliding between my labia. The tip of his finger teases my entrance. Pushing just an inch of his digit into my hole, he slides out and spreads my slick along my lips. I swallow and turn my head so that I could at least see him a little. Almost at once, Toji leans in to kiss the corner of my lips.
His lips are still on me when he mumbles, “You’re so cute when you act like you’re mad at me.”
I let out a whine and reach out to thump my fist on his shoulder. Toji merely chuckles against my lips. He gives me one last kiss and pulls away, now moving to lay on his back. I turn my head to take a look at what he’s doing and see that he is undoing his pants. Knowing that he is actually going to finish what he started, I return to face the front.
His strong arm snakes around my waist again and this time, I can feel his member poking my ass, excited and hard. The expensive material of his pants brush against the back of my thigh, adjusting my position so that my legs are scissored. Scooching closer to me, Toji holds his cock in his hand just for him to rub it against my flaps. I bite my bottom lip in an effort to try not to stick my ass out. But it is useless because my hips start to move and grind against his cockhead, allowing him to spread his precum and my wetness along my slit.
Toji wraps his arm across my chest and brings me inevitably closer so that his lips are pressing against my ear. As he continues to thrust his hips, letting the length of his cock slide along my pussy lips, he lets out the sexiest grunts and the lowest of moans. At this point, I just want him to put it in me already. And he knows, because I arch my back to the point I am pressing my ass against his hips.
Reaching his hand down, Toji tactically spreads my cheeks apart and positions his cockhead at the entrance of my wet pussy. Thrusting his hips forward, he stretches out my hole, making me whine and moan in pain and pleasure. Once he has his tip in, he returns to hugging me tight against his body. Toji’s nose is at the back of my ear, his lips on my earlobe. I can hear his shaky breathing as he enters me deeper.
“Fuck…” he groans quietly. “You feel so good, baby.”
Toji is slow as he sheathes himself inside of me, trying to savour the moment he first slides into me. Only when he is balls deep inside of me, he pauses and groans into my ear while he enjoys the pulsing, warm cocksleeve around his meat. My jaw goes slack when he finally pulls out several seconds later, only to thrust back into me again. His strokes start out slow before building up to a passionate rhythm of fucking.
Toji growls into my ear and I just know that he isn’t going to last very long tonight. Especially when he brings his hand to wrap around my throat, his thick fingers lightly gripping the sides of my neck. My pussy is getting wetter. The sounds of Toji’s hips slamming against my ass and the squelching of my sopping pussy are almost too loud in my quiet room. It doesn’t help that Toji releases the chokehold around my neck, only to bring his hand down to my clit, his fingers already rubbing the nub in circles.
“Ah, Daddy…” I mewl breathily, my body already trembling at his ministrations.
Toji grunts. “God. You’re so tight and warm around me, Princess.” He lets out a long groan. “Daddy’s going to cum.”
By the sound of his irregular breathing, I just know that he is so close. Just a few more thrusts and he is going to explode inside of me.
Which is why I have to be the one to stop him with my hand against his hips, giving him a squeeze in warning, when I hear the door creaking open. My heart is racing with fear and anxiety. Toji curses under his breath but immediately ceases his movements. He tries very hard to regulate his breathing quietly. He taps my thigh and I just know what he wants me to do. I shut my eyes and pretend to sleep.
Someone takes a few steps into the room. Toji twists his body so that he appears to be lying on his back. I hear him groan, like how a tired person would.
“Oh, you’re with her.”
I really hope the thumping of my heart against my chest is not as loud as it sounds like to me. Because my father is here, speaking quietly to Toji.
“We had a little talk before she fell asleep,” Toji mumbles. I am impressed that he doesn’t sound at all out of breath.
My father lets out a loud sigh. Instinctively, my entire body clenches with anxiety, even down to my pussy walls squeezing Toji’s swollen cock. Toji chokes on a grunt and reactively moves his hand that is under the blanket to squeeze my arm lightly in warning.
“Yeah, I might have been too harsh on her,” my father reflects. He sounds a little regretful.
Toji clears his throat. He knows that I am listening and will very well treat him according to his reply. He pauses for a second before saying, “Good you know that. She really is trying, you know. She’s a good girl.”
As a reward for Toji sticking up for me, I pretend to shift in my sleep so that I press my ass against his hips, fully taking in his cock. Toji lets out a short hiss, which he covers up by clearing his throat.
“She can be a brat,” he comments, making sure that I hear the edge in his tone. The corner of my lip lifts slightly. “But she is a good kid.”
“I know.” My father sighs. “I feel terrible. We never have fights.”
Toji scoffs. “Obviously. You’re a sucker for your daughter.”
I could almost hear my father rolling his eyes. “You’re not one to talk. I’ve never seen you fuss over anyone like you do with her. She can’t even meet boys with the way you’re always hovering around her.”
Toji shifts his leg, at the same time angling his cock and driving his meat deeper inside of me. I bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. He is almost growling when he answers, “Boys can’t take care of her.”
“You know, I agree with you. But then who will?”
I wish I had my eyes open to watch the non-verbal interaction between my father and Toji. Because the tension in the air intensifies and my dad almost sounds interrogative now.
“You? You want to take care of my daughter?”
“Just ‘cause she’s a brat and a princess, you think I can’t handle her?” Toji may sound like he is joking but I just know that he is being defensive.
The tension breaks when my father laughs. “Oh, I know for sure you can handle her, Toji. I’m just not confident she can take care of you, ya grumpy old geezer.”
Toji’s body relaxes behind me. He scoffs and says, “Like I need anyone taking care of me.”
“Hmm. True.” A moment of silence passes, putting an end to the short distraction from their original conversation. My father sighs and asks, “Are you staying?” Without waiting for Toji to answer though, he quickly changes his question to an instruction, “Stay the night and talk to her in the morning before breakfast. She listens to you better. Then we’ll go for brunch at Fordeux.”
Toji chuckles under his breath. “Bribing me with a meal at my favourite place, huh?” My father doesn’t answer but I know he must be grinning. Toji flips to the side and pats my hip over the blanket. “Alright. I’ll make sure she’s talking to you again tomorrow.”
“Good ni—”
“But,” Toji stops him in his tracks. My father pauses. “You need to cut her some slack too. Let her do things at her pace.”
It takes a while for my father to respond but when he does, my heart lightens so much that I feel like I might float. “Fine.” I can almost hear him roll his eyes. “Can’t say shit about me when you’re as big of a sucker for her.”
“Shut up, dickhead.”
My father’s laughter is getting further and further until I hear the door open again. The moment it closes behind him and we are back in the silence of my room, I open my eyes. I wait a couple more seconds before turning my head around to face Toji. He turns to look at me. I keep staring at him, not saying anything, probably scaring him because he opens his mouth to say something. Before he could even get a word out though, I reach my arm behind me and grab his neck, pulling him close. Toji’s fingers tighten around my hip when my lips touch his, so possessive and full of yearning that I can only respond in a sensual swirl of my hips.
Hearing him moan into my mouth, I am motivated to give him more. Arching my back to press my ass against his groin, I rock my hips at a steady pace, sliding his cock in and out of my tight hole. Toji kisses me back sloppily, his jaw slack at the pleasure my wet pussy is giving him.
I pull away from his lips, which only makes Toji’s eyes flutter open as he stares at me in a lovestruck daze. It makes me grin. I am usually the one with that expression. Circling my fingers around his wrist, I pull his hand away from my hip and move away from him. His brows draw together for a moment before he realises what I am about to do as I push him back and climb on top of him, straddling his hips.
Toji licks his lips and bites down on the bottom one as he watches me steady myself with a hand on his chest and my hand wrapped around his dick. I lift myself up so that I am hovering over his thick cock. Sliding his cockhead up and down my wet lips, I glance up at him, finding him already in position with his arms behind his head, ready to watch me ride him.
Lowering myself as I rub his mushroom head along my slit, the wet smacking of my pussy lips becomes louder and almost more elaborate. Toji’s teeth are tugging on his bottom lip and I can just tell that his restraint is almost breaking at my teasing. He is probably just two seconds away from flipping us around and completely obliterating me when I finally sink down on his dick, slowly letting his wide girth stretch me out.
Toji’s hip spasms at the immense pleasure my sopping cunt is giving him and his face contorts into one of agony and bliss, all at the same time. Placing both hands on his chest now, I hold myself stable as I continue taking in his cock, all the way down until he is balls deep inside of me. I let out the breath I had been holding in and lift my head to find Toji with his eyes barely open. He always enjoys the first time his cock slides into my pussy.
As I slide my palm up his smooth chest, I tease, “You alright there, Uncle Toji?”
It takes him a few seconds but Toji finally blinks the haze away. He is already glaring at me. Taking a hand away from the back of his head, his palm meets my ass with a resounding smack. “What’s gotten into you, huh? Thought you were mad at Uncle Toji?”
As I lean forward with a grin, I lift my ass so that his cock slides out of my tight snatch. “How could I stay mad at you?” Toji flickers his eyes down to my lips, looking so mesmerised by the way my bottom lip is caught between my teeth. “You stood up for me.”
Toji’s hand cups my chin and pulls me closer. “If I don’t, who will?”
My heart flutters at his words, sending a ripple down south that massages his meat. Toji’s warm breath hits my lips in a soft moan before taking my mouth in his. He kisses me deep and slow. Readjusting my hands to hold myself up on the bed beside him, I slowly start to move again, sliding my wet cunt up and down his hard dick. He could still kiss me until I started going faster, slapping my ass down to meet the base of his cock each time. Letting out a low, deep moan, Toji breaks the kiss and tilts his head up slightly, trying to get more air into his lungs.
I stop for a moment, only to change my position so that I have my palms flat on my headboard, completely hovering above him now. I move my hips again, fast and powerful that I have the bed rocking slightly, my tits swinging in Toji’s face, my perked nipples just grazing his stubble and his sharp nose. The man below me lets rip a growl and grabs a handful of my breast, latching his mouth on my tit. I throw my head back at the sensation of his tongue flicking over my stiff bud. My pussy is only getting wetter, making me glide up and down his thick cock easily.
Toji’s other hand slides down to my body, finding my ass. I mewl when he slaps my mound before giving it a squeeze, his grunts only letting me know that he enjoys my reaction. I know that Toji is enjoying this, but he always wants to finish with him on top. And I am slowly losing my strength as I start to slow down. He gives me one last slap and squeeze to my ass before unlatching from my breast. With his hands on my hips, he stops me from moving, holding me up with his hands now cupping my ass.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy…” I whine when he starts rutting his hips, impaling me over and over with his thick meat.
“Mm…” he groans. “Baby.” He cannot stop himself from giving my flesh another squeeze. “Princess.” At that petname, I fall forward and melt into his chest completely, letting him hold me up with pure brute strength. Toji’s grunt in my ear is low and guttural. “My pretty girl,” he moans. My cunt grips tighter around his cock. He knows what this does to me.
Sliding a hand up to my head, he pushes my hair away from my face so that I can feel his warm murmur on my cheek when he says, “My darling little kitten.” I shut my eyes and let out a mewl. “Daddy made you so wet, pretty baby.” Toji squeezes a handful of my ass. “Gonna cum for Daddy, sweetheart?” I can only whine and nod my head dumbly. stops with his cock entirely sheathed inside of me and circles his hips, enjoying the sticky sound of our juices mixing together. He groans at my pussy pulsing around him.
He tilts his head so that his cheek is resting on my temple and murmurs, “Daddy’s going to cum, baby doll. And I’m going to ruin your pretty little body when I do.” I can only mewl in response, my walls fluttering around his sheathed cock. My head is buzzing from my unexpected orgasm, my body already reacting involuntarily at his words. Toji nudges my temple as he moves to whisper in my ear, still gyrating his hips with his cock inside of me, “My cum all over your stomach and your tits, baby. Gonna look so pretty, all covered in Uncle Toji’s love.”
I gasp when he flips us around suddenly, his dick slipping out of me at the movement. I am lying on the bed staring up at him now. He cages me under his big, strong build, his eyes dark and lustful as he watches me. Licking his fingers, he reaches between us and gives my sopping wet pussy a slap, causing me to jerk in surprise. A corner of his lip pulls up. He does this again, and this time I whine.
Toji takes hold of his cock now, positioning it at the entrance of my parted pussy. He lets out a deep exhale as he slides into me again. I like being in this position where I am able to watch Toji’s expression as he fucks me. His eyebrows would be furrowed, his dark, green eyes would be piercing mine, the ends of his hair just slightly wet from the physical exertion. I smile and reach up to give him a peck on his lips.
It is meant to be a sweet gesture, but Toji lets out a low growl. He drops his head to kiss me hard while he speeds up his pace. I move in tandem with his fucking, meeting the base of his cock with every hip thrust. I make a conscious effort to squeeze my walls, my pussy gripping so tightly onto his cock that Toji quickly pulls out like he has been burnt, just to keep stroking his meat furiously. He cums on me like he said he would, the white liquid painting my stomach with some droplets staining my night dress.
He takes a while to recover from his heaving but when he does, he gets up slowly and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He keeps his eyes entirely on me the whole time he strips from his clothes. The moment he is done, he scoops me up carefully and walks me to the bathroom where he brings me to the shower stall with him once he takes the dress off me.
“I’m going to do something stupid tomorrow,” Toji suddenly announces in the middle of our clean-up.
My heart stops for a second. I look up at him shampooing his hair. “What?” When he only stares at me, not saying anything, I laugh and joke, “Gonna have another cheat day and eat all the carbs you want?”
Toji rolls his eyes. “Everyday is a cheat day when your girlfriend always leaves you with her unfinished food.”
I click my tongue and reach out to land a wet slap on his bicep. He grins at me and closes his eyes to wash out the shampoo on his hair. Finishing up my rinse, I get out of the shower before him and dry myself. I have to change into a new set of nightwear and when I am dressed, I snuggle back into bed, waiting for Toji.
He takes a while so I try to stay up. But when I hear the hairdryer going off, I decide that I can always spend time with him in the morning before the brunch, since he is staying over.
I am already half-asleep when Toji finally crawls into bed and cuddles me, bringing me closer to him. I wonder if I had been dreaming when he murmured in my ear, “I’m going to talk to your dad about us, baby.”
At brunch the next day, I am sat next to Toji, both of us across the table from my parents. He takes care of me the entire time like he always does, even going to the extent of cutting up my waffles for me while he talks to my father.
“You’re spoiling her, Toji,” my dad finally comments as he watches his best friend cutting up my food for me. “She’s not a baby, you know.”
My father glances at me but I merely shrug at him and grin up at Toji. “I like being spoiled.”
“Of course you do,” my father quips.
Toji makes one last cut of my waffle and sets the cutlery down. I thank him and start eating. As he reaches out to have a sip of his wine, he leans back in his chair comfortably to address my father.
“Do you think it’s weird that I spoil her?”
My dad laughs as he reaches for his wine glass too. “Not weird. But definitely bad.”
But Toji is serious as he continues, “Then do you think it’s weird if I say I want to take care of her?”
My father pauses for a moment. He looks at me looking lost and uncomfortable at where this conversation is headed, then glances at his similarly confused wife, and finally back at Toji.
“No… You’ve always been taking care of her even when she was younger.”
“I mean as a man.”
The man across him frowns and leans forward to put his wine down. “You mean… like…” My father is at a loss for words.
Even I am, too. All of us are just gaping stupidly at Toji now, waiting for some sort of explanation, or even him laughing to tell us he is joking. But he only clears his throat and sits with his elbows on his arm rests, his hands resting on his torso with his fingers interlocked.
“Like I want to commit my life to her.”
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Summary: Toji Fushiguro is hired to kill a woman- An absurd amount of money for her head. But she's simply too beautiful for him to not have some fun first.
He forgets about his job until the tables are turned on him.
Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f. and m. receiving), Spitting, Vaginal Fingering, Creampie, Attempted Murder, Toji is a hit man, Mentions of murder and a gun and knife
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Toji doesn’t question any of his jobs as long as the money he’s paid is good. That’s why he didn’t question why someone was willing to pay ten million yen for the head of a twenty-something year old woman. He doesn’t ask much details when he’s about to do a job, just the name and a picture of the person.
When Toji got your picture, he almost felt guilty for even looking at you without your permission. He had never seen someone so drop-dead gorgeous, and he felt tempted to decline the job, thinking that such pure blood couldn’t be on his hands. But he knew your looks have nothing to do with this. With the little information he got, he knew you were a sorcerer. He never got if you were part of a clan or not, or any actual reason for your death, but they wanted you gone.
Toji thinks with his dick a lot, but this wasn’t one of those instances. He felt bad, sure, but he wasn’t going to turn down that much money for a woman he had never met. So he made a plan, and now he sits at a bar, drinking water as he waits for you to step into the place. With some help he figured out what your weekly routine is. And on Fridays you decide to go out for a drink. So he patiently waits for you to enter the place.
Time feels so slow as he glances at the door, waiting for you to step into the place. It’s still quite early, but he’s been at the same spot for half an hour, not attempting to make conversation with anyone else. A couple of women have come up to him, trying to initiate something, but Toji shrugged them off. He’s only looking for one person, and none of those women are nearly as stunning as you are.
“Waiting for someone?” The bartender asks, and Toji hums in response. He doesn’t share any details though. There’s no need. Toji keeps looking at the door, and his eyes light up when the door opens and you walk through. He’s a minute closer to getting the money he was promised.
His eyes follow your body as you immediately approach a table, walking over to your friends. You wear a little black dress that hugs your body extremely well, it almost makes the man forget why he’s there. You simply look stunning, even better than the picture he was shown, which he didn’t think was possible. But he remembers why he’s here.
He didn’t expect you to meet up with your friends, so he has to slightly change his plans. He tears his eyes off you when you look back, he hadn’t noticed your friends had been looking at him and had begun to point at him. Great, now he just looks like a creep, however, he doesn’t worry too much about it. There’s no need for formalities, really. He could just get you alone, kill you, and bring your body to the person that hired him. That’s what he does every single time but tonight he doesn’t want to do it like that.
Someone so beautiful deserves a little bit more. It’s a horrible mindset, but Toji is a horrible person.
“Hey.” He hears, and he turns his head to look at you. You’re smiling at him, and he wonders what you’re going to say. You know he was staring at you, yet you don’t look like you’re about to call him out for it. Quite the opposite. “Is this seat taken?”
“No, go ahead.” His voice is stern as he speaks. You notice how he holds a glass of water, or perhaps it’s straight vodka. You’ll never know because you’ll never question it. He watches as you tell the bartender your drink of choice to start off the night. You look at the handsome man that’s next to you before confidently saying,
“My friends told me you were checking me out.” You tell him. Each year you get older and realize there’s no point in holding back. You don’t lose anything by telling him that you find him attractive. Worst he can do is reject you, “And I have to say, you’re very handsome.”
“Hmm… I am?” He raises a brow while he turns to look at you. He licks his lips, once again looking over you. He brings his glass up to his lips and takes a sip, which is when you figure out that it’s water since he had no reaction to the liquid. “What’s your name, darling?”
You tell him your first name, which further confirms he’s got the right woman. You bat your eyelashes at him, hoping he introduces himself without you having to ask. As your glass is placed in front of you, he says, “That’s a very beautiful name.”
“What’s your name?” You end up asking when he doesn’t introduce himself. You bring your drink up to your lips and begin to sip while you wait for the man to say something. He takes a long time to speak a word. He’s debating if he should use his real name. It wouldn’t be smart for him to do so, but in the end it won’t matter.
At the end of the night, you’ll be dead.
“Toji.” He answers. You smile at him as you think of what to say next. You really aren’t interested in a conversation, in fact, you only want one thing from him. Of course, you won’t immediately just ask him to leave the place to have sex, you’ll talk to him a bit more.
“I haven’t seen you around here before, Toji.” You say, and the way that his name rolls off your tongue has him hooked. He feels his face get warm, and he can only imagine his cheeks getting a pinkish color, so he turns his face away from you. The lighting of the place isn’t great, yet he’s scared that it’ll be noticeable in the low light.
“You come here a lot?” He asks, and you end up humming in response.
“Every Friday night. Just to unwind with friends after a long week.” You share. He didn’t know that detail. He doesn’t usually ask for details, mainly because that makes his victims too human. Toji will do anything for money and he doesn’t feel guilty. But having you tell him something as simple as that won’t make him feel his best about his job. “How about you? Why did you decide to come here?”
“I’m new to the area, and saw this place.” He shares.
You two begin to converse and find out about each other. You tell him miniscule things about yourself, while he does the same. Majority of the things that he tells you don’t seem genuine though. It’s believable enough, but it just doesn’t seem honest. Yet you don’t care.
You get lost in insignificant conversation so much so that you don’t feel two hours pass by. You’ve had a little too much to drink by then, and have gotten a bit too touchy with Toji. Your hands are on his arms, and you lightly slap it when he tells a joke that isn’t all that funny. He finds himself laughing as well.
“How about we…” You begin to whisper in his ear. Toji’s hands are on your waist, helping you maintain your balance as you stand. Instead of finishing your sentence, you begin to kiss Toji’s face. He’s forgetting about his task. Your lips finally press against his, and he allows himself to get lost in the soft skin. A complete stranger is kissing him, and his palms are getting unreasonably sweaty. Toji has had one night stands before– Too many to count, but he’s never felt like this while kissing them. Maybe it’s because he knows that after this, it’ll all be over.
He shouldn’t even be thinking about sleeping with you, but when you say, “Let’s go back to my apartment” when you pull away from his lips, his mind is hazy and he hums in response. Maybe it’s your cursed technique or something similar that has such an effect on him. But he has to remember what he was hired to do. He won’t let some momentarily feeling get in the way of his prize.
After closing your tab, the two of you begin to walk to your apartment. Your place is not too far away, it’s a five minute walk from the bar. Which he already knew. You happily talk to him, and from your speech he can tell that you’re sobering up, but you’re not planning to stay sober for too long.
You get to your place, and he walks in, unsure of where to go next. You walk past him and go to the kitchen to grab two glasses of wine and open a bottle. You don’t care to ask if he actually drinks. You’ll just pour two glasses, talk a bit more, and then have sex. At least that’s what you think will happen.
“Please, take a seat.” You tell him, and he awkwardly looks around before going to the couch and taking a seat. His eyes inspect the place, noticing how it’s a bit disorganized. Next to him is a pretty white dress that most likely was going to be your choice for the night. He notices how sheer it is and how small it looks, which makes him glad you chose the black dress. Had you worn that dress, he would’ve died on the spot. You walk up to him with two glasses filled to the brim, “Sorry for the mess. I wasn’t expecting any guests.”
“It’s fine.” He responds, taking the glass from your hands. You take a seat right on his lap, after all, the plans you have with him involve more than just sitting on his lap. There’s no point in holding back. He feels his face get warm, and he distracts himself by looking at the glass of wine. “Man, you’re really trying to get me drunk.”
“I did overdo it a bit.” You tell him, taking a sip from your glass. He puts his glass down on the end table, his hands focusing on roaming through your body. “Not much of a drinker, now?”
“Alcohol isn’t really my thing.” He comments, his fingertips feathering over your thighs before they go up to the hem of your dress. His fingers begin to trace lazy circles on your skin, completely forgetting what he’s here to do. You end up putting your glass on the coffee table, focusing completely on him.
“Hmm, so what’s your thing?” You say, lightly biting down your bottom lip.
“Pretty girls like you.” He responds, his lips placing a kiss on your jaw before his teeth begin to nibble on your earlobe. You smirk, your hands feeling the well built body that hides behind a thin black shirt. You get off his lap and get on your knees on the hardwood floor. God, he’d curse himself for being so dumb. He has a gun in his pants, and a pocketknife in his pocket. Yet he isn’t thinking about that when you’re undoing his belt and pulling down his pants.
Your eyes glance at the gun, but you don’t say anything about it, instead you smirk knowing that he hasn’t noticed the fact that you know. Your hand wraps around his cock and you slowly begin to pump his length. “I hope I’m special.”
“Oh, you are.” He answers before your tongue begins to swirl around the tip of his cock. He watches as you do so, biting his bottom lip. Your hand keeps stroking his dick while your tongue keeps licking the tip of his cock, until you finally wrap your mouth around his dick.
It’s too much for you to take it all, so you take as much as you can in your mouth, your hands moving the parts that you can’t fit inside. You bob your head slowly, your eyes looking up at Toji who is clearly enjoying this. His cheeks are pink while he bites down on his lip. It makes you wonder if he’s touch-deprived or if you’re just really good at this.
“Oh, fuck–” He ends up throwing his head back after awkwardly holding eye-contact with you for a couple of seconds. He’ll admit that you look better than ever while your mouth is wrapped around his cock, but looking at each other while he gets head is just awkward. Especially when he has very specific plans to kill you, and he won’t back down. Obviously, his plans have been pushed back. He’ll get his dick wet and then do it. As horrifying as it sounds.
You take your mouth off his cock, your tongue running down his shaft and going to his balls. Your mouth begins to suck on his balls while your hand pumps his cock. His eyes are rolling to the back of his head while you work your magic. Fuck, this isn’t even supposed to be happening. But it is and he’s so close to coming.
Your tongue licks up to his tip, and your mouth wraps around his cock again. Your eyes once again focus on his face, although it’s thrown back as he grunts. “S’ good. Love your mouth.”
His cock twitches and he releases in your mouth. So much cum fills up your mouth, and some of it dribbles down to your chin. You take your mouth off his cock and he finally looks at you. He brings his thumb down to your chin and picks up his cum, then brings it to your lips. He swipes his thumb on your tongue. His hand then goes under your chin and he turns your head. “You’re so beautiful.”
You get off the floor and grab his hand. You pull him up from the couch and begin to guide him to your bedroom. Your bedroom is even more disorganized than the living room, but he doesn’t notice because all that’s going through his mind is the fact he’s about to fuck you, and it feels like a dream.
Your hands go to your side and you pull down your zipper, beginning to take off your dress. He watches, his eyes lighting up as he sees that you’re only wearing panties. His hand goes to your back and he pulls you closer to him. His lips meet yours for a brief second before his lips go down, from your neck to your breasts. His lips wrap around your nipple and he sucks, while his hand plays with the other.
He detaches his mouth from your nipple and kisses his way to your other nipple before his lips wrap around your other nipple. You softly moan while he does so. When he unlatches, he picks you up and puts you down on the bed. He spreads your legs apart and pushes your panties to the side before he gets on his knees.
His tongue runs through your cunt before it focuses on flicking your clit. You softly moan while his fingers go up to your mouth. He shoves his fingers in your mouth, getting them wet with your saliva before he brings them down and runs them through your folds. He pushes his middle and ring finger inside of you and you loudly moan.
“Oh, Toji-” You shut your eyes as he curves his fingers just right. The pad of his fingers brush against your sweet spot repeatedly. His tongue works just right, and you bite down your bottom lip so you’re not so loud. The walls are thin, and the last thing you want is for the neighbors to hear this. “You’re doing such a good job.”
And his ears are happy with what you say and with the moans that leave your lips. Oh and his tongue is also happy because you taste so fucking good. He’s definitely happy he’s getting to do this. At this point he’s completely forgotten what he came here to do.
“Fuck– It’s so good!” You arch your back, feeling as your orgasm begins to build up. Your thighs begin to squeeze his head, and your mind begins to get cloudy. You definitely don’t regret bringing him over.
Toji’s mouth begins to suck on your clit as your orgasm gets closer and closer. It’s so fucking good for the both of you. You get louder and louder with every passing second, until your legs spasm, reaching your orgasm. You moan his name really loud, and it’s the sweetest melody that he’s ever come across.
He takes his fingers out and detaches himself from your clit, standing up. He begins to get undressed, taking off his shirt before his pants follow. He makes sure that weapons are hidden by clothes before he completely focuses on you. You truly look like a goddess as you lay down on the bed, and he’s mesmerized. He’s never seen someone so beautiful before.
“You’re so beautiful.” He comments stroking his cock before he runs the tip through your folds. His other hand goes to your lower back and he lifts your upper body. His lips meet yours, his tongue going inside your mouth and pressing against yours. He slowly pushes his cock inside of you, and you moan into his mouth.
His cock definitely feels bigger than it looks, and it feels so good. You pull away from the kiss, and he brings his lips together, gathering up saliva before he spits in your mouth. It’s so fucking nasty but you love it, swallowing it. “Oh you’re such a nasty bitch.”
“I am.” You answer. One arm is wrapped around his shoulders, while the other goes down, your hand playing with your clit. “Your dick’s so good.”
“Oh? Is it?” He questions. He picks up speed with every thrust, getting lost in your cunt. His lips meet yours again in a sloppy kiss, muffling any sounds from the both of you. This feels so fucking good, by this point he’s forgotten about the ten million yen prize. He doesn’t want to leave you after this. “You’ve got such a sweet little pussy.”
Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you feel another orgasm approach. He just hits every spot and it makes your body feel so good. Every movement is enough to send you over the edge, and he’s relentless. You pull away from the kiss to moan, “Oh fuck! Toji!”
You reach your climax, your pussy feeling incredible around him. So tight and warm. He rapidly keeps thrusting in and out of you, chasing his release. He’s moaning your name, coming so close to finishing.
His thrusts get sloppy until he finally comes to a stop, filling you up with his cum. He shouldn’t have done that, but he doesn’t care. And neither do you. He pulls out and lays down beside you on the bed. Now would be the perfect time to grab a weapon and do the job.
But he isn’t thinking of that. He catches his breath and turns his face to look at you, admiring your beauty, “You’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you.” You answer, smiling at him. He’s decided that he’ll push his plan to tomorrow morning.
The next morning Toji wakes up next to you and his mind is all over the place. He doesn’t exactly remember much. Maybe that you had sex a couple more times until you both passed out— That and that he pushed back his plan of killing you.
He’s been stalling his plan simply because you’ve captivated him, and he can’t afford that. Not with the amount of money that’s on the line. You seem to be sleeping peacefully next to him, which would allow him to grab a pillow and just do the job. But he doesn’t.
He gets off the bed, grabs his clothes and begins to look for the bathroom. Once he finds it, he uses the toilet. Once he’s done he looks over himself in the mirror. When did he become so pathetic for a woman? Last time that happened was too long ago. It’s just extremely disappointing that he pushed his plans back because he found the woman too beautiful. But for some reason so much weight has been lifted from him.
He notices the mouthwash on the sink and opens the bottle, pouring some on the cap and then bringing it up to his lips. While he rinses, there’s a knock on the door. “Uh… Give me a sec!”
But the door opens. His eyebrows furrow and he turns to look at you. You’re just wearing your panties, your hands behind your back as you sweetly smile, “Good morning, Toji!”
“Good morning.” He’s rather cold this morning. You take small steps to get closer to him.
“How’d you sleep?” You question.
“I’m still tired.” He confesses and you chuckle.
“You wouldn’t be so tired if you had drank the wine.” You tell him, and he finds himself confused.
“Does wine help you sleep or something?” He questions. When you’re close enough, your hands come to the front, but you’re not empty handed. Toji feels the barrel press against his abdomen, and that’s the weight he felt that had been lifted. He puts his hands up in the air.
“The great Toji Zenin was after me, I feel honored.” You begin, and Toji is bewildered. “The sorcerer killer… I want to know who hired you, but I also want to keep it a surprise.”
“You knew?” He asks the obvious, causing you to laugh.
“Of course I knew. I was surprised you didn’t do it faster though. But I’m glad. You were a good fuck.” You tell him, and he slowly blinks. Reality slowly settles. He has a gun pressed against his abdomen— His gun. He’ll most likely die, but he can’t begin to plead for his life because he can’t seem to find the will to live. There’s no point. He’s been outsmarted. “I’m glad you didn’t drink the wine either.”
“Not only beautiful, but also smart.” He’s actually blushing, and he can’t seem to care enough to try and turn his face to hide it from you.
EVERYONE was an utter and complete mess. Assistants and receptionists were answering all of the phone calls that were being forwarded to them—at best attempting to please the reporters with evident lies spewing from their lipstick-caked mouths.
The air in the building was filled with a mixture of tension and confusion, none of the employees fully understanding what the matter at hand was—their boss only informing them to defend the owner's name even if it was the last thing they did.
It was a bustling night for the city of downtown Tokyo, Japan. News had got out about the heart throb of the country, Y/N L/N, having a plausible significant other due to the paparazzi snapping quite a few pictures of a broad shouldered man stepping out of one of her vehicles. The only way they were able to decipher the fact that it was indeed her car was due to the fact that the license plate had a Puerto Rican frame around it.
The woman was infamous for representing her home island on all of her belongings, everyone knowing that fact.
She was a strong, independent business woman who allowed no man to step on her shoes, or even five feet within her red bottoms. Everyone always bowed to her, whether they liked her or not. Her presence alone had men scurrying to their nearest female associate, so they could deal with her on their own.
Her entire persona was built on her not needing a man in her life whatsoever, so when news got out that a man was driving her vehicle, journalists went wild to spread the information. However, they weren’t that stupid, so they made sure that their names were unknown. For their own safety.
The notorious woman in mention sat at her desk, high atop the 25 tier building she owned—one of many that were in her name. Irritation would be a rather simple way to describe how she felt. There was a vein protruding from the side of her neck, the woman breaking her fifth pen that rested between the slither of her fingertips—remains of it flailing to the desktop, clustering with the rest.
She couldn’t believe how reckless Toji was, exiting her car in broad daylight? Let alone in public?
[Y/N] scoffed at the thought,
Men. They always have to ruin good things with their enlarged egos.
She could just tell that Toji probably thought he got away with it, the man unable to afford his own cellphone to know what hell he put her through while she was trying to enjoy her lunch peacefully.
Yet, she couldn’t even do that because the moment she took a bite of her Empanada, her assistant almost broke her doors off their hinges, rushing to her to show her the article that’d been going around all afternoon.
“Miss L/N w-what should we do? Calls keep racking up on all of our lines?” [Y/N]’s secretary, Chiaki Anzai, inquired while scurrying all around [Y/N]’s office, the woman’s annoyance growing from the sound of Chiaki’s heels clacking against the polished flooring.
Alas standing from her seat, [Y/N] waltzed around the large desk—her tall fatigue shadowing Chiaki in the process. She made her way towards the doors that led into her room, never once uttering a word in response to the woman’s question.
That was, until she placed her hand on the door handle, tilting her chin as she peered behinder herself,
“Burn ‘em. Burn every last one of ‘em.” [Y/N]’s tone was rough, Chiaki feeling the woman’s gaze boring into her back even though her eyes weren’t even on her to begin with.
The frightened secretary eagerly nodded her head, her fingers already tapping all over her IPad screen far before her ears could register all of what [Y/N] said. The woman never questioned [Y/N]’s orders, far too fearful to even think about doing so. She’d rather blindly do something [Y/N] ordered her to than to face the woman head on by second guessing her actions.
When [Y/N] stepped out of her office, the door slamming behind her, she was met with the uproar of her highest ranked employees scampering all around their cubicles, paper copies of newspapers and magazines flying all over the place from the workers trying their hardest to discard them. What caused them all to abruptly halt in their actions was the boisterous sound of [Y/N]’s office doors slamming behind her, all of their heads turning to face them the instant they did.
“Hello, Miss L/N,”
They had all jumped from their seats, bowing to the woman whilst her piercing gaze wandered around the entirety of the 25th floor, her eyes peeking through her eyelashes—no one daring to move from their position until she left. Her footsteps boomed throughout the floor, the silence so sharp it could pierce through thin air.
The pure vexation that coursed through her veins was ricocheting off of her body like some sort of perfume, everyone sensing it the minute she stepped into the room. The way she carried herself—as if she was ready to slice someone’s head off, had sweat beads trickling down her employees’ faces.
[Y/N] never paid any mind to the people at hand, her attention locked on the one and only man who caused the mess, Toji Fushiguro. She kept her gaze firm and focused only on the elevator door that remained on the opposite side of the floor, one of her employees hastily rushing towards it so they could press the button for [Y/N].
“Thank you.” the woman stated vaguely, her tone brief while the worker just nodded their head in response, a faint ‘your welcome’ dripping off their tongue as she entered the elevator.
The minute the door closed behind her, everyone felt like dropping to their knees—only a few doing so. They all wasted no time in returning to their duties, knowing that if they didn’t have the rumors completely wiped from the internet by morning that they’d all be in for a hell of a work day.
When she had finally exited the building, the woman tried her hardest to ignore the press that were being held back by her security guards. It was humorous to see only female reporters trying to get to her, [Y/N] found comfort in the fact that men were still intimidated by her that they had to send their female counterparts to do their dirty work. It surely was a sight to see.
“So, a partner, huh? I thought I was the only man for y- AGH!”
Well, there was one man who liked pushing his limits with [Y/N]. It was none other than Satoru Gojo himself.
The man in question draped an arm around [Y/N]’s shoulders when she walked out of the building, walking alongside her with his annoyingly whiny voice raking in her ears like nails on a chalkboard. After only a moment of being next to the woman, [Y/N] raised her arm and curled her fingers into a fist, bashing the back of her knuckles into the man’s nose.
She could’ve sworn she felt a crackling sound against her skin from the impact, Satoru’s head snapping back whilst he stumbled on his feet and held his now intensely bleeding nose with both hands. A smirk tugged at the crevice of [Y/N]’s mouth, continuing her venture to her car as all of the attention was now on Satoru who acted like a big child in front of the cameras.
Leave it to Satoru Gojo to cause a big scene for the paparazzi.
It was the reason he and [Y/N] met. The man child desperately wanted to talk to [Y/N], however, she wanted nothing to do with him, knowing his reputation—let alone how ungodly annoying he was apart from that. The pair made headlines for weeks, [Y/N] being rumored to be lesbian due to the fact she didn’t drop head over heels for the Satoru Gojo.
And her comment on the man didn’t help the situation either. “He’s like an overgrown toddler who didn’t get attention from his parents. I have no association with that… thing. Now remove my name from any sentence that has anything to do with him”
It surely caused an upheaval in the media, the women disliking [Y/N] for months due to her comment about their precious Satoru. The men were unsure if they liked the woman, admiring her hatred for the man who continuously stole all of their wives and girlfriends hearts, but also conflicted about whether or not she truly was a lesbian.
Yet, none of that mattered to [Y/N]. She only focused on her business and expanding her company, using the newly found popularity to her advantage and organizing more serious business deals.
The woman in question had already driven herself home, deciding on using the backroads to avoid any and all interaction with the paparazzi that surrounded her company grounds. She knew that she was on her last straw, so a single wrong breath from a reporter would’ve caused her head to blow off instantly.
Gear shifting her car into park, the woman stepped out of her vehicle and tossed her keys into her purse, slamming the car door behind herself. Far too many rampacked thoughts clouded her mind for her to comprehend. Whether it was how she was going to handle Toji when she got upstairs, or how she would go into work the next day if her team didn’t get the shit show underwraps in less than 24 hours.
Her red bottom heels clicked along the polished staircase—getting louder with every step she took. There was nothing in the world that would be able to calm her down, her annoyance level far stronger than her anger.
When [Y/N] opened the door that led into the second floor of her three story home, she noticed Toji reclined on the couch. His sock covered feet were crossed and perched up onto the coffee table, his arms intertwining behind his head whilst he enjoyed whatever brain damaging reality TV show he’d found.
His laugh that [Y/N] once found slightly enjoyable was now far worse than Satoru’s as it boomed all throughout the building. The sound of [Y/N] kicking her foot back and slamming the door shut caused the man to jump from his seat, taking a moment to process that it was [Y/N] who had entered the home so carelessly.
When he saw the woman a bright smile spread across his face, Toji walking around the couch to make his way up to the woman whilst she irritatingly approached him. He held his arms open to engulf the woman into a hug, but was met with something he could have never predicted.
A numbingly prickling sensation unraveled throughout Toji’s cheek. His head had snapped to the side due to the blunt force with a crimson cast broadening on his skin. His mouth was left hung open ajar, the man instantly bringing his hand to his jaw while soothing the irritation.
[Y/N] had slapped him.
The back of her hand contained a similar stinging feeling, the woman glaring down at the man who stood before her. When Toji averted his eyes to look up at [Y/N], he could suddenly notice the raging fire that flared behind the woman’s eyes, gulping at the sight.
“How could you possibly be so fucking incompetent? Using my car and then exiting it without checking if you were being followed? Are you a mad man?!” [Y/N] held nothing back, unleashing all of her pent up anger that she’d been withholding for the past few hours.
Toji was a bit lost on what she was talking about. He was aware of the fact he used her car throughout the day whilst [Y/N] was at work—having no knowledge of his actions. However, he was stunned that she knew, and she was this mad about such a thing.
“W-What’re you talking about?” the man inquired, furrowing his eyebrows as the once overbearing sting that lingered on his cheek completely vanished in an instant.
[Y/N] couldn’t help but scoff at his obliviousness, rolling her eyes as she reached into her purse and pulled out a magazine, throwing it at his face and causing Toji to flinch from the sudden action.
When the piece of paper dropped into his hands, he flipped the booklet around to see exactly what [Y/N] was enraged about. The minute he did so, his entire body tensed on cue, his grip on the paper tightening when he saw himself plastered on the cover.
[Y/N]’s infamous pink convertible remained behind his tall fatigue, a small circle around the censored license plate to show the Puerto Rico frame that outlined it.
Toji knew he fucked up, he had one rule and that was to remain hidden. [Y/N] gave him anything he asked for as long as he followed that simple task. And, the one time he had a craving for something that couldn’t be delivered, he was caught red handed and screwed everything up.
He'd never come back from it. The luxury he lived under [Y/N]’s roof was shattered within the span of a few hours thanks to his foolishness, and a few camera clicks.
“I’m sorry. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I just wanted some fire noodles. Please, I-I’m so sorry Y/N.” the man pleaded, crumpling the pamphlet up as if his gesture would fix everything.
All [Y/N] could do was scoff yet again, pushing past the man who continued to beg for her forgiveness. He didn’t know what he’d do without her. The luxury she’d given him lasted months, if she were to kick him out he’d have nowhere to go, and hated the lifestyle he used to live. It was rugged and dirty, unlike anything he’s had recently.
Heading in the direction of her kitchen, the woman was followed by Toji who seemed like a lost puppy following its owner. All he could do was pry the women for her forgiveness, unsure if there was anything else he could do except for that. there ‘s never bee a time where he fucked up so badly, distress roaming all through his body.
“Please, Y/N, I-I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Just- just please let me stay. You’re all I have.” The grown man’s pleads were a pleasant surprise, [Y/N] completely taken aback by his actions.
However, it still wasn’t enough for her. His cries for her forgiveness surely wouldn’t fix the upheaval that is the media. And it most definitely wouldn’t get Satoru to leave her alone.
A groaning sigh escaped past the woman’s lips whilst she leaned forward over the kitchen island counter, resting her elbows along the polished granite top with her hands covering her face. All the while she did that, the only things that were roaming Toji’s head were schemes that he could use to his advantage in order for [Y/N] to allow his residency.
He was aware of how narrow minded the woman was, knowing that fact good and well from the moment he met her. Nothing could get past her, nor could she be easily persuaded. Her word was final, so it was shocking to Toji that she was even allowing him to stay long enough to beg her like a needy child. He’s never been able to beg her about something for such a lengthy time, not even in bed.
When [Y/N] grazed her calloused fingers along the skin of her cheeks, Toji hesitantly rested his hand on her forearm, his rough skin coming in contact with [Y/N]’s causing the woman to slowly blink and peer in his direction, the fire behind her eyes—swirling like a tornado in a forest fire—leading to Toji gulping in response.
“A-All this drama and bullshit has to be extremely stressful, Y/N. Why don’t we relieve some of it, huh?” Toji’s bold statement only earned a dreadful stare from [Y/N], the man swallowing the lump that’d formed in his throat whilst he was building up the courage to ask the question.
It was true that the pair hadn’t had sex in quite some time, yet that didn’t stop [Y/N] from boring a hole into the man’s face, watching as he slowly crumbled from just her gaze alone. Rolling her eyes, [Y/N] swatted Toji’s hand off of her, pushing herself from the counter top.
The woman pivoted on her heels—the stems clacking across the polished wooden floors—making her way towards the master bedroom that was situated in the back of the large penthouse. With Toji following her lead, much like a puppy on a tightly held leash, the duo bypassed the grouping of windows that encompassed the entirety of the south wall, giving a perfectly illuminated view of downtown Tokyo. Along with the sight of the paparazzi bombarding the front of her complex building, the security barricading the front entryway.
The outlook was humorous to [Y/N], knowing that with her well-attained guards, no one would be getting in anytime soon.
When [Y/N] and Toji entered the large room, [Y/N] stood across from the foot of her bed, gradually peeling her coat from her body all the while. The action alerted Toji, causing him to attempt to help the woman, however [Y/N] was not having it and abruptly shook his hand from her shoulder. All she did was side-glare the man as she laid the jacket along the bench that remained at the end of her bed frame.
“Hands off. Or, it’ll be the last thing you ever touch.”
Her statement wasn’t anything less of a firm threat, venom dripping off the tip of her tongue as she spoke brutally.
When she spun on her heels for the final time, she sat on the edge of the mattress prior to removing her pants, placing them alongside her coat. Her legs were spread open a bit with her laced underwear in full view for Toji whilst he stood before her.
“Kneel.” she demanded simply, peering up at Toji through her lashes, tilting her head ever so slightly as she spoke.
The moment the words even slipped off her tongue, Toji was quick to listen as if his life depended on it. Which, in this case, it most certainly did. His eagerness was delightful, an unrecognizable smirk converting across [Y/N]’s mouth at the sight. It was a bit comical how he listened to her every word, much of a lap dog.
[Y/N] leaned back with the palm of her hands pressing into the mattress, lifting one of her legs and placing the flat of her foot against Toji’s forehead—her head tilting yet again while leaning back at the same time.
“If you can prove that you’re good enough, then we can have some fun, understood?” the woman inquired rigidly, Toji immediately nodding his head in response due to the fact he could already feel his growing erection through his tightly fitted pants.
“Yes ma’am.” the man replied back instantly, a pleased grin spreading across [Y/N]’s face while Toji grabbed a hold of her heel, trailing a line of kitten kisses from her ankle all the way to her inner thigh.
The man’s rugged hands dragged all along the woman’s skin, making sure to not leave a single place untouched while his lips worked against her leg. The way his hands kneaded at her skin was exhilarating, his fingertips delving just enough for her to tug her bottom lip between her teeth. She ran her fingers through his shaggy hair, entangling them between his curls with her nails clawing at the top of his head.
While one of his hands had a firm grip on [Y/N]’s knee, Toji’s opposite hand was softly pushing her other inner thigh open, giving himself more head space between her legs. The minute his lips reached her clothed clit, the man wasted no time in placing a warm kiss upon it, earning a small smirk in response from [Y/N].
He slid one of his thick fingers behind her underwear, looping it around the fabric before completely ripping it off of [Y/N]’s body and tossing it aside with the rest of her clothes she previously removed. Her now exposed cunt had Toji’s pants tightening more than they already were, the man scooping one of her legs onto his shoulder and enclosing it with his wiry bicep. His large hand rested alongside her thigh, gripping it firmly.
Toji wanted nothing more than to push her onto the bed and fuck her relentlessly, being utterly and completely pussy-whipped for the woman who towered over him. He’d do anything to hear her moan his name just once. For her to beg him to fuck her til dawn. For him to have her pressed into the mattress with his dick so deep in her pussy that she couldn’t utter anything other than his name, her nails leaving his back a bloody mess.
Yet, it was the opposite.
He was the one who was a moaning mess anytime she rode him. He was the one who continuously begged the woman to let him come so many times she left him drier than the Sahara Desert. She was the one who had him sunk into the mattress, towering over him while she worked her hips against his own, her pussy sucking his dick in anytime she dropped herself on him.
The man may have had a larger build than [Y/N], but she was taller. Smarter. More powerful. Whatever she said, he did. Whatever she wanted, he had it at her fingertips. If she wanted him to eat her out, he’d make sure it was the best head she’d ever received.
With that being said, Toji was nose deep in her pussy, her liquids already tainting his skin as it trickled down the sides of his mouth. His lips were attached to her clit, sucking, and very lightly, tugging on it every so often. His tongue dragged along her folds a few times before he slipped it past them, sticking it into her cunt with his mouth gulping down every last droplet of juice that came out.
[Y/N]’s hand still remained atop the man’s head, her grip never faulting while she watched Toji work his magic, her bottom lip being caught between her teeth. Her eyes never steered away from him, observing his every move as he sent an electric tingle all throughout the woman’s body.
She could feel her hips subconsciously moving on their own, very vaguely grinding against Toji’s face any time she felt him push his tongue into her. The fondness was enthralling, [Y/N] feeling her back slowly arching forward anytime Toji took a moment to softly suck on her clit.
The man couldn’t get enough of her taste, yearning for more every time he’d slurp up her liquids that’d spilled all over his face. Each time the base of his tongue would tug along her soaked slits, Toji found himself faintly moaning under his breath.
It was torture for the man to not touch himself while he pleased her with his mouth, only being able to enjoy the endurance of appealing the woman.
“I see you’ve gotten better, huh?” [Y/N] teased, licking her lips as she tilted her heat to the side, her fingers caressing through the man’s hair.
The subtle breeze she felt whenever he pulled away from her had the woman jumping whenever she was met with his warm lips against her own. Each time he flicked his tongue against her sensitive clit, [Y/N] found herself jolting a bit.
“Please.. Please let me touch myself, Y/N” Toji begged, feeling his pants becoming damp from the precum that spewed from his tip.
A sly grin curled at [Y/N]’s mouth, the woman basking in the adulation of Toji sucking on her clit while also whining for her to allow him to please himself. It was a sight for sore eyes, that’s for sure.
However, she wasn’t one to let people off the hook so easily. Shaking her head no, the woman only pushed his face deeper into her pussy, her grasp on his hair tightening all the while.
“No. You decided to be an absolute fucking idiot, so now you must suffer in silence, precious” the woman cooed devilishly, her stoic eyes brewing a fire within them whilst she peered down at Toji.
She could feel herself on the verge of her climax, her legs slowly beginning to shake the longer Toji sucked and licked at her clit. It was all so gratifying, the build up creating a firm knot in her stomach the more he prolonged it.
The minute Toji stuck his tongue into her, [Y/N] released all over his mouth, the man slurping and licking up every last inch of her whilst she shivered in delight. Tossing her head back, [Y/N] let out an open mouth sigh of relief, her back arching with her grip on his head remaining.
Closing her eyes, the woman bathed in the longing pleasure she desired so dearly, Toji continuing to suck on her clit throughout her release and making it last a while.
“Mmh, so good for me. You did so well, precious, ‘m so proud of you,” [Y/N] praised the man, earning a groan in response to her skittish remark.
Lifting Toji’s head by simply guiding his chin with her index finger, [Y/N] softly pressed her lips onto his own, the man eagerly kissing back whilst his hands sunk into the mattress around her. Ravenously, Toji placed his lips against [Y/N]’s as the woman let out a breathy chuckle into the kiss from the unexpected action.
[Y/N] found his neediness quite humorous.
It was adorable how he couldn’t get enough of her, [Y/N]’s hand trailing up his leg until she palmed his bulge, earning a whiny groan from the man who was kissing her as if she were his last meal. A snarky smile dragged across her face at the reaction, the woman continuing to knead and grip at his erection whilst she stood to her full height and towered over Toji.
“Get on the bed” she ordered, Toji not wasting another breath before he abided by her demand.
He rested against the headboard, his legs sprawled open along the mattress while [Y/N] walked around it, standing in front of her side table.
The abrupt sound of metal clanking against one another had caught Toji’s full attention, and before he knew it, his wrists were bound to the top of the backboard. His eyebrows weaved together, confusion building up on his face all the while he tugged on his wrists and watched [Y/N] crawl onto his lap.
“W-What’re you-”
“Just shut up” the woman stated briefly, latching her lips onto his yet again while her exposed cunt planted right onto Toji’s dick imprint.
Subconscious moans and whines escaped past the man's lips as he returned [Y/N]’s kiss, both of them moving their lips in sync with one another. [Y/N] had her hands gently placed along Toji’s cheeks, pulling his face closer to her own despite him being tied to the bed frame.
Each time she’d roll her hips against his, her slick folds would drag across his erection, leaving dampened marks all over his pants. The friction from the fabric was a surprisingly pleasant feeling for the woman, [Y/N] gaping and humming in satisfaction anytime a slight chill traveled up her spine.
“P-Please- Y/N-.. please just fuck me. I-I can’t take it. I need you.” the man whimpered between kisses, his actions only broadening [Y/N]’s already engrossed ego.
“I-I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I won’t do it again.. Please-” he proceeded, his cries doing absolutely nothing good for her arrogance.
His pleads were halted mid sentence due to [Y/N] swiftly pulling his dick from out of his pants, her thumb gliding through the slit on his tip. Her abrupt movement earned an eye rolling, room shaking moan from Toji, the man left a heaving mess whilst his eyes began to well up.
“O-Oh, fuck-! Please don’t stop- fuck! D-Don’t stop, Y/N, please” Toji adjured, his body jolting from the absolute euphoric endurance he was overwhelmed with.
The more she grazed her finger through his tip, the more of a mess the man became, unraveling into a crying disaster for her. The way her calloused fingers gently wrapped around the base of his length, her thumb pressing into his tip with just enough force to have his leg trembling. Precum was already spurting out, leaking onto [Y/N]’s skin after trickling down his sides.
The sight was picture perfect, [Y/N] enjoying herself a little too much when she was the one doing the pleasing.
Removing her hand from his dick, the woman brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking the juices from her skin whilst she crawled closer to Toji’s face, grabbing it with her free hand and forcing him to look at her as she hovered over him.
When she pulled her hand away, a string of saliva connected the two. The woman instantly locked her lips onto Toji’s, making him taste himself while she pushed her tongue into his mouth. The man easily obeyed her unspoken command and moved his lips against her own as if it was exactly what she asked him for without uttering a single word.
What the man didn’t pick up on, was her distraction tactic. So, amidst their intense kiss, a gaping moan spewed from his saliva coaxed mouth, the feeling of [Y/N]’s throbbing pussy sucking in his dick as she sat on him causing the man to toss his head back. The whites of his eyes were visible as he rolled them, mouth hanging ajar while he felt his tip prod at her cervix.
His thick length stretched the woman out, [Y/N] finding herself humming a few groans to herself the more she took in. the veins that protruded along his dick rubbed against her walls with ease, gliding against them and causing a shiver to run down each of their backs. Every time [Y/N] would clench around him, Toji found himself letting out puffs of air, his wrists snagging on the hand cuffs that held him to the headboard.
He sunk his teeth into his lip in an attempt to bite back his moans, however, that plan went to shit the minute [Y/N] started to move on his dick.
He wanted to touch her.
No, he needed to touch her.
He needed his hands to grope her ass while she bounced on his dick. His hands needed to knead and caress her breasts as she worked her hips against his own. He needed his arms to wrap around her waist so he could hold her in place and fuck into the tight cunt of hers, wanting to hear the sounds of her juices welsh and mix with his own as he abused her pussy tirelessly.
“Y/N- please. Let my hands go. Please, let me touch you. God- fuck! Please, oh my- fuck,” Toji begged yet again, his eyes wandering down to watch how her juices spilled all over his lower abdomen.
The view of her riding his thick length only made him harder, his pries at trying to get his hands free only growing rougher the longer he was bound. He knew she wouldn’t listen. This whole thing was a punishment for him. Yes, it was pleasurable, of course, but it was still a sort of punishment. In a very weird, and sexual way.
All [Y/N] did was silence him with her lips yet again, the sounds of them smacking against one another filling the empty room.
Her hips rolled and bounced as she rode his dick, engulfing in the pleasure she had been desiring for a few days now. The way he filled her up completely was intoxicating, [Y/N] craving it just as much as he craved her. She loved how he was a perfect fit for her, the tip of his length protruding her womb with every thrust and grind, his thick base rubbing the specific spots in her cunt that made her grow feral with every movement made.
They were both getting drunk off the ecstatic aroma that was each other. [Y/N] may have loathed his stupidity, but he damn sure was an amazing fuck. If it weren’t for the fact that she was his sugar mommy, she’d most definitely have an on & off toxic relationship with the man, hating how much of an idiot he was but also loving how he felt inside of her.
When [Y/N] had pried her lips from Toji’s she immediately replaced them with her thumb, sticking it into the man’s mouth and watching as he sucked on it, much like a dog listening to its owner. She relished in the fact he listened to her every move.
Planting her free hand onto his chest, [Y/N] sped up her pace, observing Toji’s expression melt into a doe eyed one the minute he felt her do so. The sight caused her to smirk to herself, feeling the same knot tighten in her stomach much like earlier.
Toji could sense his release growing closer as well, his whines and whimpers being muffled against her finger as he tossed his head back. They were both reaching their climaxes in unison, the build up becoming excruciatingly everlasting.
It was the fastest they’ve ever felt themselves already done. [Y/N] couldn’t decipher whether it was the tension that she entered the home with, or the traction that slowly built up when she was inside.
Typically, they’d go at least two to three rounds before sleeping at the crack of dawn. Yet, this time they were both craving the other, their feelings getting the best of themselves.
“F-Fuck, ‘m gonna cum, Y/N” Toji groaned out in pleasure—his words mumbling against her thumb, the man trying to thrust up into her without any sort of stability, strictly relying on his lower body strength.
It was surely a struggle, that’s for sure. However, he was able to meet [Y/N] halfway anytime she lifted herself to drop on the base of his dick. The gesture stunned [Y/N] a bit at first, but soon enough she was humming in delight with her free hand groping her own breast, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip all the while.
Her cunt greedily welcomed his length with every rut thrust he gave her. His swollen tip repeatedly rammed against her cervix, earning a couple eyerolls and sighs of relief from [Y/N] in response. It was all so enrapturing, Toji adoring how tight she clenched around him and [Y/N] loving how much of his thick erection filled her up.
“C’mon, precious, cum for me. Fill me up with every last drop you have” [Y/N] taunted, firmly pressing the pad of her thumb onto Toji’s tongue and watching as the man choked and gagged in response.
Her prodding words did no good for the pathetic man that lied beneath [Y/N], Toji’s dick twitching from the slyness that enthralled her tone. She knew how he felt anytime she spoke to him in that specific voice, the woman extremely familiar with his kinks and how to perfectly make him feel a certain way.
It was a gift, and a curse. [Y/N] using it to her advantage whenever she wanted the man to do something, Toji undoubtedly listening to her every word like a lost puppy.
With one last thrust, Toji couldn’t help himself anymore, his seed spewing straight into [Y/N] who met him with her own release, both of their juices mixing together and dripping out of her overly stuffed pussy, directly onto Toji’s lower abdomen.
Sighs of relief and gasps for air gradually filled the room, both of [Y/N]’s hands now pressed flatly on Toji’s pecks, her fingers dragging down his perfectly toned abs before she lathered her finger in their essence. Placing her finger into her mouth, she sucked on her finger, getting every last drop that stuck to it.
Right before Toji could even react, or utter a coherent sentence, [Y/N]’s lips were already placed onto his, her hips moving yet again as she led the man into another round for the night.
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summary: Eren Jaeger, the F1's star driver, has long been interested in that beautiful billion dollar girl, and Monaco is a great place to fulfill his dream, isn't it?
a/n: here you go. i don't know why it took me ages to finish this, and turned out to be longer than i expected, but i'm happy with the result. i hope you like it. more of my work is coming soon, look forward to it :)
«terms used»
paddock: an area at circuit where the racing vehicles are parked and worked on before and between races.
podium: name given to the rostrum on which prizes are awarded to the three highest-placed drivers at the end of a Grand Prix.
Racing for Ackerman Racing was a big deal in Formula 1. It was one of the biggest and most prestigious teams in the sport, so getting to be a part of it was something many could only dream of.
They only wanted the best of the best. Eren Jaeger knew that, as did the rest of the world.
Eren had the talent, and of course, how to deny it, the looks. Since he was a child, he always caught the attention, from his beginnings in Go-Karts to Formula 2; and finally, at the age of nineteen, reaching where his dreams always pointed to from the start, Formula 1. But of course, getting to the big leagues was the easy part, the hard part was staying, that's what everyone said. But for him, it was no problem. He stood out from his debut, attracting the attention of the big teams in his first year as a rookie.
He was sure that he had come to Formula 1 to stay, and undoubtedly leave his name engraved in history.
So, just at the end of his second year in F1, Eren received a call from Levi himself, principal of Ackerman Racing, offering him a contract for next year. He didn't want to admit it, but he almost fainted when he heard the offer. He accepted almost immediately, this was the opportunity of a lifetime, and he would be a fool to waste it.
The directors knew they had made a good decision when Eren won the first race in his debut with Ackerman Racing, and performed well (of course, with ups and downs) during the following races. From the beginning he was always controversial for his "fuck you attitude", showing no mercy when on the circuit. But the public loved him for it, saying he made F1 more interesting. By the end of the season, he was third in points, which was a huge achievement for the team. Eren secured his seat the following year, and of course, many more.
In his second year on the team, Eren surprised everyone by being faster than ever, becoming the youngest world champion. And this year, with the start of the new season, everything pointed to him becoming the champion for the second time. All bets were on him.
He was already popular, but now, he was practically a celebrity.
Eren Jeager had thousands of beautiful women at his disposal, from models to actresses who would give anything to have him between their legs. And of course he enjoyed all the attention, but he found himself mesmerized by the smile of a billion dollar girl.
This is where you come in.
The one and only, Y/n L/n.
Your family was a big name in the business world. Your father owned one of the largest investment companies on the planet, worth billions of dollars. In addition, he was a big Formula 1 fan since he was a child, which led him to make the decision to invest in Ackerman Racing five years ago, becoming a kind of boss. In fact, it was his idea to have Eren join the team, saying that the boy had a great future and that it was better to have him as soon as possible before another team won him over.
Your father had a great eye, as Eren's results were incredible.
The night you met was at a team dinner, it was the middle of the first year that Eren had joined. The venue was luxurious, as expected, on a hotel rooftop overlooking the lights of Paris. As it was obvious, there would be important people. From former drivers to businessmen, and of course, the team's main investor.
“Hey Jeager! Come here!” Levi's voice almost startled him, he wouldn't admit it, but his new director intimidated him too much.
He was talking to some of the mechanics, who had approached him to congratulate him on the week's victory. He apologized to them before walking over to where Levi was standing.
When he arrived at Levi's side, the first thing he saw was your father, whom he had met before. But before he could avoid it, his eyes focused shamelessly on the beautiful woman standing next to him.
His gaze traveled from the stilettos you wore, to the long black dress that accentuated your figure, trying not to be distracted by the neckline, to your face; where he almost lost himself completely when your eyes met his. Even if in his mind it seemed like he had taken several minutes analyzing you, in reality not even five seconds had passed.
“Here he is.” Levi said, patting the driver’s back. It was as if Levi had thrown a rope to catch him and bring him back to earth.
“Eren! I’m really happy to see you again.” Your father shouted, smiling broadly as he took Eren's hand in his. “It’s been a long time. The last time we met was in the first race, wasn't it?”
Your father was a busy man, besides F1 he had a lot of other business to attend to, so it was rare for him to be very present in the sport. But it was impossible for Eren, or anyone working at Ackerman Racing, or even in F1, not to know who he is.
“It was, sir. Nice to see you again.” He greeted back.
“Congratulations on the race, I'm glad to hear that Levi can stop biting his nails.” He joked, looking at the director who seemed to want to blow smoke out of his ears. “A little birdie told me he was nervous that you wouldn't live up to expectations.” He continued, ignoring Levi's annoyance.
You giggled, your father had told you he enjoyed teasing Levi. Not because he didn’t like him, but it amused him to see him upset. The sound of your laughter seemed to remind him that you were by his side, so he put his hand on your shoulders to introduce you.
“Oh! Eren, this is my little girl.” Eren smirked when you rolled your eyes at the pet name. “My daughter.”
“I’m Y/n.” You introduced yourself quickly, stretching out your hand.
When you shook hands with him, Eren had the impulse to play the gentleman and kiss your knuckles, but suppressed it after thinking it might make you uncomfortable, and that was the last thing he wanted. Especially in front of your father.
“I’m Eren.”
Of course, he already knew you, he had stalked your social media several times and even googled your name. But seeing you in person was a completely different experience. You didn't feel any different. In person he was much taller, muscular and handsome than in the pictures; and the pictures were amazing.
You both wished that night had been different, that you could have talked some more with a glass of wine in your hands while admiring the Eiffel Tower in the distance. But sadly Eren had to meet quite a few people that night, who kept him busy. And you had to take care of your father who got drunk too quickly.
When you met again three months later at a race, you were holding hands with that stupid boyfriend you used to have. Why did you date him? You don't even know. Eren almost threw a party when he found out you broke up with him some time later.
Unfortunately, Eren and you did not coincide much in the same places. Your father didn't attend many races, and it was rare when you went with him. When you saw each other, you couldn't meet alone, your father or the team were always around. So the most you could do was talk, Eren occasionally saying flirtatious comments that made you blush. But that only made the tension that you and the driver felt, increase more and more.
Eren knew he couldn't just fuck the boss's daughter. One, your father seemed to be the jealous and overprotective type, you were his only daughter in the end. Two, he didn't want you (or the world) to think he was interested in you just to keep his F1 seat or keep your father's money in the team.
Eren Jeager was interested in Y/n L/n because she was hot as hell.
This year, the universe seemed to be playing on your sides. After the start of the season, your father decided to attend the Monaco Grand Prix, and by a miracle, you went with him.
Monaco was a big deal, especially the Grand Prix. Everything was amazing there. The luxury, the celebrities, the nightlife. But what excited him the most was that the girl who drove him crazy was there. Now his desire to win had skyrocketed.
“Be less obvious, you're practically eating her with your eyes.” The voice of Reiner, his teammate, dragged him back to earth after being lost in the heaven that Y/n’s legs were, exposed by the little Jacquemus dress she was wearing.
You were next to your father in the paddock, who was having a chat with Levi, the team principal, about something you weren't really paying attention to, since the only thing occupying your mind at that moment was Eren and how hot he looked in his racing suit.
“What do you mean?” He played dumb, taking a sip of energy drink.
“That you two are too obvious. If I noticed the way you look at each other I don't doubt that someone else did too.”
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” He didn’t even make an effort to make his words credible, the smile on his face gave him away.
Reiner rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Just be careful. There are cameras everywhere and the last thing the team needs is to deal with rumors.”
Eren decided it would be best to ignore Reiner and start getting ready for the race. A few warm-ups and motivational words were part of their pre-race ritual. He would never say out loud that he repeated the same speech that «Lightning McQueen» from Cars said to himself before the race to get into the mood.
He was about to put on his helmet when you approached him, smiling with your hands behind your back in an attempt to hide your nerves.
“Eren Jeager.” You sang, calling his attention.
“Y/n L/n.” He mimicked your voice tone. “Visiting me?”
You smile, remembering one of the messages Eren had sent you weeks before asking when you would visit him. Maybe he manifested it, since a few days later your father had asked you if you wanted to go to Monaco with him.
“By miracle, though.” You licked your lip before adding: “I kind of missed this chaos.” You gestured with your hand to the place. Full of mechanics running from one side to the other, as well as reporters and businessmen.
“Better say you missed me, princess.” There it was, the nickname he had given you and you loved to hear only when it came out of his mouth. Why his voice is so hot?
“Yeah, I missed seeing you crash.” Eren couldn't help but laugh at your comment, referring to the crash he had at the last race you attended last year.
“Yeah, and I remember you left the next day before I could even say goodbye.” He crossed his arms, looking down at you with a smirk on his face.
“Go complain to him.” You nod to your father, who seemed to have already irritated Levi with his jokes, maybe by giving him a few «tips», you didn't blame the principal, your father really thought he was an expert in Formula 1. Key word: thought.
“No, thanks. I don’t wanna get fired.” Before you could say anything he spoke again: “I’m really happy you’re here, I meant it.”
“You do?” You prayed to God that he didn't notice how flushed you were.
“Playboy, what are you waiting? Get the fuck ready.” The shout of Levi, who finally got rid of your father, brought you out of your little bubble.
"Good luck today."
Eren smiled at your words. "I have it now."
You brought your hand to his forearm, tapping it twice in encouragement. “You better put on a show on that track, I don't like boring races.”
“Your wishes are my command, princess.” He said before putting on his helmet and heading to get into his car.
As Eren had promised, the race was a drama. He regained first place after dropping to ninth because of a ten-second penalty he received for causing a collision. Oops. Add to that a constant battle with another rider for first place as they went wheel to wheel. The race ended with both Ackerman Racing drivers on the podium. Jaeger in first place and Braun third.
After the champagne celebration on the podium, you didn't have much time to talk to Eren as he had some interviews to give. You were hoping to see him one more time and have a chance to talk to him alone before you and your father left the next day. Eren expected the same, but made an attempt to keep his hopes low.
Now he was relaxing in his hotel room, playing some video games when his phone vibrated with a group chat notification, it was a picture of several team members drinking somewhere in Monte Carlo, he was just going to ignore the message when he noticed in the background your father's back.
Did he go with them too? Did you go with him? Would he have left you alone in the hotel room?
Eren remembered he hadn't returned the charger your father lent him before the race and smiled to himself thinking it was a good excuse to see you, so he stood up and headed to your room.
He rang the doorbell and waited about a minute before the door opened by a beautiful young woman. The driver was pleasantly surprised when he saw you wearing a white bathrobe, with your hair tied in a high ponytail.
You were shocked to see those emerald eyes in front of you. Your father had told you that he and the team members were going to celebrate today's victory at a club or perhaps a casino. You assumed that Eren had also gone with them; so the most you were expecting today when you opened the door was room service bringing you the dinner you ordered, not a handsome 6-foot tall Formula 1 driver.
Your sight ran over him from head to toe as he did you. He had his hair tied up in a man bun and was wearing a black hoodie and black shorts.
Play cool, y/n, play cool.
“Today’s winner.” You stated, leaning against the door frame and crossing your arms.
"You'll make me blush." He waves his hand, you let out a chuckle at his words.
"My dad and his team friends went out partying tonight." You say, assuming he had come looking for your father. “I thought you'd be with them, they're celebrating your victory after all.”
"I decided to rest, it was a hard day."
“I can tell. You certainly made a show.”
“I told you I would.” You both look at your feet, at this point the tension could be cut with a knife. Eren licks his lips. "So— your dad?”
“He won't be back early” You respond quickly.
“Umm— well, can you give him this for me?” He placed the phone charger in the palm of your hand, the light touch between his skin and yours felt like electricity. “He lent it to me ‘cause I lost mine. But I already bought another one.”
“Yeah, sure.” You smile at him, playing with the wire with your fingers. Neither of you moved, standing awkwardly without saying anything. It was almost obvious what you both wanted, the tension was there, it was just that one of you had to make the first move. And you decided that you would be the one to do it. “I was just about to get in the jacuzzi, wanna join me?”
He grins before replying: “I’ll go get a pair of shorts.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
Eren waited for you to close the door before practically running to his room. Damn, he's excited. He put on the first pair of swim trunks he could find under his clothes, brushed his teeth and said a few words of encouragement to himself in the mirror before returning to your hotel room. The door was ajar, which he took as an invitation to enter and lock it, making his way into the huge place.
His hotel room was luxurious no doubt, but nothing compared to what this suite was like. The living room was lit by a large chandelier, the TV was on with a random Netflix series playing but what impressed him the most was the huge window with a beautiful view of the city. For a moment he imagined him, grabbing you around the waist, slamming his hips against your ass and your breasts pressed against the window, so anyone in the other buildings could see you crying, begging him to stop.
He shook his head, escaping those indecent thoughts when he heard footsteps behind him. He turns around to see you, already with your hair down and were still wearing the robe.
“Hey.” He greeted you awkwardly.
“Come, it's over here.”
You began to walk leading him to a room where the jacuzzi was located, next to it a tray with cold meats, cheese cubes, crackers, strawberries and grapes; plus a bottle of expensive wine and two glasses. Eren observed a bed on the other side of the room, the television in this place was on too, playing a R&B playlist on Spotify; there was also a large window, but the curtains covered the view.
And let’s be honest, the atmosphere in this place was erotic.
You don't look at him when you go to the jacuzzi to sit on the edge of it and put your feet in. Eren walks over to the other side, right in front of you, and takes off his shirt followed by the shorts he was wearing over his swim trunks.
You almost salivated as you looked at his abs, his biceps flexing and the way his black shorts fit him so well, marking a part between his legs that you tried to ignore. It should be illegal to look like that.
He entered the hot tub slowly, sitting down and resting his arms on the edge of it. Yes, you're sure you stopped blinking for a moment.
Eren suppressed a grin when he noticed how you looked at him, and licked his lips before asking: "You're not getting in?”
Ignoring those dirty thoughts about the man in front of you, you untied the knot of your robe, removing it completely to reveal your navy blue two-piece bikini. His reaction was not unlike yours, instantly lost in the way your skin looked so good in that color.
Once you’re in, you reach for the bottle and pour both glasses. “I hope you like wine.” You said as you stretch out your arm to give it to him. But instead of taking the cup, he grabbed your wrist to pull you towards him.
“I don’t bite. You can come closer.” You tried to contain your smile as you take place next to him, playing with the liquid in the glass, trying to distract your nerves. Eren slips his arm behind your shoulders, resting it on the edge of the jacuzzi. “And yes, I love wine.” You could feel the light touch of his arm against the skin of your back. He takes a sip of wine before looking at you, the emerald of his eyes penetrating yours with a magic you could not explain. “Tell me more about you.”
You were surprised by his request, not used to talk about yourself, since most of your information was on the internet. And for some reason, you drew a blank. Why is it so hard to answer a question like that?
You cleared your throat, thinking about your answer. Well, we'll start with the simple stuff.
That's how you told him facts like where you were born, where you grew up and what your school life was like. You tried to be brief so as not to extend the conversation too much, but Eren didn't help as he kept asking more questions about you. Your likes and dislikes, your favorite music, your favorite movie.
Eren really wanted to get to know you better. You didn't know this yet, but he found you fascinating, that's why he kept asking.
This led to a pleasant chat between the two of you. Eren was truly a person with whom it was easy to talk about anything and everything. And when you asked about him, trying to talk less about you, he told you about his beginnings in the racing world and even shared some quick anecdotes about it. It was so captivating to listen to him talk about what he was passionate about, plus, you found it engaging when he explained something he knew perfectly without making you feel like a fool for not knowing it.
You continued talking until the bottle of wine was almost empty.
“You really impressed me today, I'll be honest, I didn't think you were going to win after the penalty.” You spoke after finishing your drink in one sip.
He laughed and shook his head. "I'm a terrible loser."
“Don’t tell me”
“But you know, I think I do better when you go to the races.” He whispered close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You turned to look into his eyes, he was quite close, his nose almost touching yours.
You gulped before asking: “Why?”
“You're like a good luck charm, plus, I like to impress you.”
You were a little nervous, so you tried to relax by telling a joke. "Impress me? Or my father?" He frowned with a grin on his face.
“You.”
You don't know who broke the distance first, if it was Eren or you, but that didn't matter, because when his lips collided with yours you couldn't think of anything else.
His hands went around your waist to sit you on his lap without breaking the kiss, it was messy, full of all the desire you had been nurturing all this time.
You felt a bulge against your crotch, and almost automatically, you began to move your hips rubbing against it. He moaned in your lips, lowering his hands to your ass to help you move.
“Fuck.” The driver bit your lip, tightening his grip on your skin before he cuts off the kiss suddenly by throwing his head back in pleasure. “That’s it.”
Eren maneuvers to remove your bikini top, dropping it into the water. His eyes almost sparkled at how beautiful your breasts were, and he couldn't hold it in any longer before taking one into his mouth and cupping the other with his hand, earning a moan from you that he swore was now one of his favorite sounds.
He lifted his hips a little to feel as much friction as possible. He was close —fuck, really close—, so he tried to stop your movements, but you didn't give in, moving a little faster to hasten his orgasm. “I didn’t wanna cum like this but—shit—y/n you aren’t helping.”
“Cum, Eren. We have a long night.” He moaned as he leaned his head on your shoulder, trying to control himself; but you wanted to see his face, so you grabbed his hair in your fist, pulling it to make him look at you. He looked beautiful, a little sweat on his forehead and his lips parted, letting out light sighs. You thought you could fall in love with this view.
Your words were the last push he needed to reach his peak. Cumming all the way in his shorts.
“Fuck, don’t let your dad get in here.”
You laugh at his comment. “Don’t worry about that.”
“Come here.” You yelp when he puts his hands under your armpits to pull you out of the jacuzzi, sitting you on the edge of it. The sudden cold air giving you chills.
He stayed inside and slowly lowered his hands, caressing your breasts and waist before reaching the only piece of clothing you had left. He played with the waistband as he leaves wet kisses on your neck, slowly moving down your chest, until he reaches your belly. You leaned back on your forearms as he tugs the fabric down, leaving you completely naked, at his mercy.
Eren makes you spread your legs by taking place between them, giving him a full view of your femininity.
“Beautiful.” He whispered more to himself before crouching down until he faced your cunt. He kissed your inner thighs, running his tongue close to where you needed him most just to torture you.
You groaned when you felt him give you a short kiss on your clit, but instead of taking it to his mouth, he turns his lips to your thighs.
“Eren.” You called him between a moan.
“Yes?” He responds too innocently before lightly biting your skin.
“Just do it.”
He looked up to meet your eyes. “Do what?”
“Please.” This man was driving you crazy. “Stop playing dumb.”
“You need to be a little more specific, princess.”
Fuck your shame. “I want your mouth.”
“You want my mouth? Where?” He placed his thumb over your clit, making slow circles that knocked out the air of your body. “Here?”
“Yes, please.”
He would’ve liked to make you beg a little longer, but he was also eager to taste you. “Your wishes are my command, princess.” He said, and you had a kind of déjà vu, who would have thought that the same words he said hours ago before the race would be said again in this situation.
You let out a sigh when he sucks your clit, flicking his tongue in experienced moves. You could do nothing but throw your head back, enjoying the pleasure he was giving you. He was good at this. Too fucking good.
You tried to stifle your moans by putting a hand over your mouth. Eren didn't like that, so he stopped his motions.
“Don't hold back the sounds. Scream all you want. We have Monaco for us tonight.”
At his words, you withdrew your hand from your mouth to let out a high moan as his mouth returned to your bud.
When Eren took two of his fingers inside you, you swore you saw stars. You wanted to move your hips, but his other hand over your belly kept you in place, so you brought one of your hands to his hair to hold him closer to you, chasing your high. The sounds of him licking you were obscene, but that was the last thing that mattered now when his tongue was moving so well.
He knew you were close when your walls clenched around his fingers and your breathing quickened. So he curved his fingers and sucked harder, resulting in a moan from you as you arched your back and came fully in his mouth.
“God.” You say after controlling your breathing.
“Don’t bring God in here, honey.” You let out a chuckle at his words, he does so too before getting out of the jacuzzi, crawling on top of you to join his lips with yours again, letting you taste yourself. “Let’s go to the fucking bed.”
Eren stood up, taking your hands to help you do it too. Then, when you are in front of him, he bent down to put his arms around your legs and carry you over his shoulder to make his way to the bed.
“You’re really something, Jeager.”
"You know I like to put on a show." You giggled when he landed you on the mattress without any care.
He stood still, looking down at your naked figure. His penetrating gaze made you feel a little insecure, you really weren't like this. You were always confident because you knew who you were, you knew that half the men on the planet would give anything to be with you. You knew you were someone they could only dream about. So every time a man gave you that look during sex, a look full of adoration, you felt like a goddess, powerful. But right now, in front of Eren, you felt incredibly small.
Eren was speechless, lost in thought for a moment as he admired your body. It was so much better than he had imagined. You were so much better.
He smiled at you before saying: “You’re stunning.”
He placed his hands on the sides of your head, attacking your lips again with his. The kiss was passionate, telling how you have been longing for each other.
His cock was hard again, you felt it against your leg through his wet shorts. Not waiting any longer, you grabbed the waistband and pulled down his garment, leaving him completely naked to see all his glory. Yes, he’s big.
He didn't let you process how that could fit in you when he began to rub his length between your folds, lubricating himself with your wetness. As he was about to slide himself in, he stops, remembering something important.
“Fuck, I don’t have a condom.” He muttered against your lips.
“I’m on birth control.” You announced quickly, trying not to break the connection of your lips with his.
Raising his head to look at you, he asked: “You are?” Trying to disguise his happiness that he could fuck you raw, but failing in the attempt.
“You can't imagine how many men would love to impregnate the rich girl.”
He clicked his tongue. “Good point.”
He took his dick in his hand to position himself at your entrance and slowly slid into you. Inch by inch. You closed your eyes to the feeling of your cunt being stretched by someone his size.
“You good?” He asks when he’s halfway inside, you nodded in response, letting him know he can continue.
A loud moan left your mouth when he pushed the rest in one go. Eren sighed with relief when he was completely inside. Finally, after waiting for so long, he was finally getting his wish to be inside you. He prayed that this wasn't just another one of his wet dreams, because he was sure that if he woke up alone in his bed, with no Y/n at his side, he would tear his room apart with rage.
His eyes went down to appreciate the area where you were connected, it looked like you were sucking him into you and didn't want to let him out. He was thankful that he came minutes before in the jacuzzi, because if he hadn't, he wouldn't have been able to last long with how good you felt.
“Eren? Are you good?” You asked since he seemed to be lost in thought.
His gaze went to your face, appreciating every detail, how your eyes were darkened and your lips swollen thanks to his kisses. Right now you looked like a fucking goddess, and he felt no less being on top of you. You looked so pretty. But his dark desires wanted to see you a mess, to hear you cry and scream, all by him and for him. Fuck, he would destroy you tonight.
“Yeah. I’m just thinking what to do with you.”
Eren began to move his hips, initially at a slow pace to get you used to his size, closing his eyes to enjoy how your walls embraced him. You threw your neck back and he took the opportunity to kiss it. It looked like you were making love. But that was not what you wanted to do, at least not now. So he began to accelerate his pace to an almost bestial one causing the headboard to start bumping against the wall.
The driver leaned on his forearms on the sides of your head to push himself harder and deeper; pressing his forehead to yours while your nails were digging into his back, leaving obvious marks, but he didn't care, on the contrary, he would be proud to see his back full of scratches in the morning, since it was you who made them.
He loved having you in that missionary position, he could cum like this, but he waited for so long and now he had a few hours with you, he wanted to do so much more. So he pulled out and grabbed you by the waist to turn you around roughly, positioning you with your chest against the mattress and your ass up and ready for him to worship. He liked—no, sorry, that came out wrong—loved rough sex. And you were no different.
Eren caresses with both hands your ass cheeks before spitting between them. Honestly, he only did it for the pleasure of seeing his saliva running down your skin and not as extra lubrication since you were already so soaked. Your level of arousal increased when he pressed your head against the sheets with his hand and slid himself back into your hole harder than before, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.
“You feel so fucking good.” He says, entertained by the way your butt wiggles with his thrusts. He couldn’t help it when he spanked you with his free hand, leaving a red mark behind. “And this sight—fuck—you’re so hot.” His grip on your head tightened, the sudden tug on your hair causes you to groan with pain and pleasure.
He does it so well, but just like him, you want more.
“Be rougher, Eren.” You managed to say in between your gasps. If you could see his face, you would see his eyes sparkle with your request.
Eren spanked you again, this time harder than before, then pulled your hair until your back collided with his chest, making you whine at the rough treatment. “You want me to be rougher, princess?” He cradled his chin on your neck with his mouth brushing your ear, the words like summer air against your skin.
“Who would say that daddy’s perfect girl is a masochist. Little. Thing.” He punctuated every word with his thrusts. You swore the air would leave your body at any moment. “You sure you can take it?” You nodded, clasping your knees with your hands. “Use your words. You have such a beautiful voice to not use it.”
It would be a lot easier for you to talk if Eren didn't keep pushing his cock inside you. But okay y/n, you have to make an effort, so you inhaled as much air as you could before saying: “I can.”
“That's a good girl. Now, you'd better give me a save word, ‘cause I won’t be easy on you."
Did you die and go to heaven? This was exactly what you had imagined with him. Before experiencing it yourself you thought that everything that was going through your mind was an idealization, that maybe everything would be weirder or vanilla; but as always, Eren had exceeded expectations. On the track and in bed.
“I don’t kn—fuck—red.” You said, not really giving it much thought, and he laughed at you struggling to speak.
“Red it is.”
His free hand cupped your neck putting the right pressure, and the other one starts rubbing circles on your clit; you slipped your arm behind his neck, taking his hair in your fist, making him grunt as you pulled on it.
You wanted to complain when he stopped moving to sit on his heels, he didn’t pull out, now you could feel him hitting deeper inside you since you were practically sitting on him.
“Fuck yourself.” He commanded. Following his words, you started moving up and down on his cock. “Yeah, like that.”
Watching himself slide in and out of you, while you squeezed him so well, was a paradise for him. Not even the best work of art in the world could make him feel so fascinated in this way, it wouldn't compare in the slightest. You could have him wrapped around your finger, you could ruin him as many times as you wanted, and he would thank you for it. Eren deep down wished you wouldn't find that out, but he didn't know that you felt the same way about him.
The hand that was circling your clit before went up, brushing the fingertips against your abdomen until it reached your mouth, where you welcomed two of his fingers and began to lick them, tasting your own juices. He tilted his head to get a better look at you, and when your eyes met his face you could appreciate how his lips were slightly open and his eyes attentive to his fingers inside your mouth. Please, someone take a picture.
“Just how I like it, a good submissive slut who takes whatever is given to her.” He said close to your ear, tightening his grip on your neck, and you can do nothing but moan in response while still swaying your hips.
The bed was a mess, wet with jacuzzi water and fluids, your bodies were not in a very different state, but the lewdness of the scene only made it better. If someone was recording this, maybe it would pass as a high quality amateur porn video.
Usually, Eren wasn't very vocal, that’s why he tried to stop the high groans that wanted to come out of his mouth by biting his lip, but it was almost impossible with the way your walls were clenching his precious dick. And let’s be honest, the sounds coming from his mouth sent your ego through the roof.
Eren withdrew both hands from you to lean backwards, resting on his palms to better admire how you moved over him, helping you a little by pushing his hips up.
“Damn it.” The green-eyed whispered as he threw his head back in pleasure at the new angle. By reflex, one of his hands went to your waist where he tightened his grip, his nails digging into your flesh leaving crescent marks.
“You’re such a vixen, you know?” He mumbled before pushing you back against the bed, your face against the pillows and your ass up. “Let me have another taste.”
"Be my guest." You said as you spread your legs a little further apart.
The truth is that Eren was about to cum, but he still wanted to do more and he knew that if he came at that moment he would not be able to get his dick hard once more. He didn't know when he would see you again, so the least he could do was give you an unforgettable night, and leave your body aching for days as a reminder of him.
He bent down until his face met your pussy again, where he started kissing and sucking just like he did the first time; but now you were quite sensitive, more than before, so you could feel your legs starting to tremble. Which earned you a smack on your right thigh.
“Stop moving or I won’t let you cum.”
“Eren, I’m—” You tried to defend yourself, but he interrupted you.
“I know, princess, I know. But you can be still for me, can't you?” You sobbed into your pillow, nor really knowing if you could do it, but you still managed to say «yes». He smirked before returning to his previous task, flicking his tongue skillfully over your sensitive bud.
Well… you weren't doing a very good job of staying still, much less when you were so close to orgasm. So close that you were about to collapse completely on the bed if Eren's hands weren't holding your thighs. You were about to reach heaven and maybe have an unexplainable orgasm; but in the blink of an eye, the feeling of wanting to explode was cut off. Panting with frustration, you turned your head to see his face decorated with a mischievous grin.
“What?” You ask in disbelief.
“What?” He imitated your tone of voice, settling down on his knees.
“Why did you do that? I was about to—”
“If I remember correctly, I told you to stay still or you wouldn’t cum.” He answered, grabbing your thighs to turn your body sharply, your back meeting the sheets again. “Or I didn’t?”
“But you—” Your words were interrupted by a whine as he grabbed your legs to accommodate them on his shoulders. He practically folded you in half when he leaned his body forward with his palms resting on the sides of your head holding your legs in place.
“But I, what?” He questioned, rubbing the head of his cock along your labia, coating himself in your wetness.
Eren didn't wait for your answer before pushing his shaft back into your pussy, who was already starting to miss him. The only thing that could leave your lips was a poor «Oh my god» when he began to move vigorously, hitting your sweet spot with precision each time he slid in and out. You closed your eyes, trying to process all the pleasure you were experiencing, the familiar feeling in your lower stomach coming back with each thrust.
He leaned down just enough to place a short, quick kiss on your lips before releasing one of your legs —which you quickly wrapped around his torso—, to freely grasp your jaw with his calloused hand. “Look at me.” He whispered.
You tried to open your eyes, but closed them again when you felt a thrust stronger than the previous ones. Eren had actually turned you into a mess.
You felt him remove his hand from your face only to feel it again a second later but in the form of a slight slap on your right cheek, then return to its original position but squeezing harder your poor jaw.
“I said look at me.” He muttered in a firmer voice.
You forced yourself to open your eyes, a few tears spilling down your skin as you made eye contact with his predatory gaze.
Eren was good at this, he knew how hard to slap, spank and grab to make the pain pleasurable without crossing the line into violence. Would you be able to find someone like him once in your life? The chances were slim.
“That’s it. What beautiful eyes you have.” He remarked, his thrusts never faltering.
His thumb caressed your lower lip gently, then made its way into your mouth, letting out a groan as you began to lick his digit and gave it a slight bite.
“Open up.” He ordered, you opened your mouth as wide as you could, sticking out your tongue a little as his thumb left your cavity. He collected saliva in his mouth to spit it right into yours. The action so nasty and sexy at the same time. You swallowed it all instantly, and he couldn't have been prouder that you were taking everything so well. “Good girl.” He praised before sitting back on his calves.
With one hand he held on to the leg that was still over his shoulder to keep pushing his hips, with the other he began to make slow circles over your clit. You threw your head back and dug your nails into his biceps as you were nearing your orgasm again. He noticed how close you were by the way your walls were squeezing his dick.
“Eren, I’m—” You tried to announce your release, but your words were cut off by a loud moan that left your lips instead.
“I know—fuck—go on, princess.” He kissed your ankle. “Cum, make a mess like I know you can.”
Eren’s words were the last push you needed to reach your climax. You felt a great relief to finally be able to release everything that he had been building inside your body. But as much as you would’ve loved to ask him to give you a few seconds to recover, he had other plans. At no time did he stop sliding in and out of you, just as his thumb never left your clit, the overstimulation causing your legs start to tremble.
“Eren, wait. I can’t—”
“Shut up and fucking take it.”
Eren was close too, you can tell by the way his thrusts became deeper and sloppier. He also couldn't help the growls that leave his throat when he feels his high just around the corner. His hands gripped your thighs to keep your body from moving back and forth with the force he was using. Sounds of skin colliding, sobs and moans took over the room. And it couldn't have been more perfect.
He used what little sanity he had left to ask: “Can I—oh god—inside?” His plea wasn't even worded right, but you knew what he meant.
You managed to say: “Do it.”
Eren threw his head back as he reached his climax, closing his eyes to enjoy what could be the best orgasm of his life. He kept jerking his hips in a slow pace until he felt that he had completely drained himself, mixing his cum with yours. A warm feeling came over your walls as he did so. After a few seconds, he leaned down to hide his head in your neck, the sounds of his breathing and grunting right in your ear sending shivers down your spine.
Still inside you, he lifted his head to look down at you. Your eyes were red, your lips were swollen, and he could still see the marks of his fingers on your jaw. He tried to memorize this image in his mind as he was not sure when he would see it again. You tried to do the same, appreciating the layer of sweat that had formed on his forehead and how his hair was a mess but still looked amazing.
“Jesus Christ.” He whispered as he pulled out to lie down next to you, but not before kissing your temple and take a quick look of your hole dripping his white seed.
You stood like that for a few moments, side by side, staring at the ceiling unable to believe what had just happened as you tried to recover. If you weren't worried that your father would arrive at any moment, you would have fallen asleep.
You don't know how long it took before he decided to speak first.
“And… How was it?” You let out a chuckle at his question.
“I can't feel my legs. How do you think it was?” You replied, lying on your side to get a better look at him, who already had his head turned in your direction.
“You’re amazing.” He took you with his arm to lay you on top of his chest, your head resting on his pecs while he caressed your back. “It’s almost sad that you’re leaving tomorrow and I don't know when I’ll see you again.”
“Don't ruin the moment.”
“Sorry, princess.” He giggled. “I really like you.”
“I like you too.” You said. “A lot.”
“How about we take a quick shower and order some food?” He suggested, taking your chin with his thumb and forefinger to make you look at him. The contrast between how he touched you before and how he touches you now almost made you sigh. He kissed your lips before adding: “I want to make the most of my time with you.”
“Give me a rest, Jeager.” You joked, even when you weren't planning to turn down his offer.
“You’ll have time to rest on the plane.” He tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear.
You connected your eyes with his emerald ones, smiling as an idea came to your mind. “When you have your summer break, how about traveling somewhere? Just you and me.”
“Maybe we should have done that much earlier.” He mumbled and squeezed your cheeks with his hand, making your mouth form into a pout, which he took advantage of to kiss you again. “Let’s do that.”
“I'll be looking forward to it.” You admitted and Eren smiled, showing his perfect teeth. “Let’s go shower before my dad arrives.” You got out of bed taking his hand to force him to follow you. He rolled his eyes mockingly before taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.
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