you got a boyfriend?
STARRING: Toji Fushiguro x black!reader
Synopsis: coming home from college for halloweekend proved to be boring for you, until the phone rang.
cw: mask kink, blood play, knife play, dub-con, pet names, p in v, fingering, rough s, wall s, man handling, hair pulling, stallking, dirty talk :p
not proofread so excuse my mistakes, enjoy!
The night was young, the sidewalks of your residential neighborhood bustling with people. Some, adults taking their little gremlins out for trick or treating; some, snotty teens jacking said children’s candy and running off; and some, coming to and from parties, completely wasted and stumbling all over the place.
Ugh, you hated halloween.
Well, mostly anyways.
It wasn’t all bad, you did love a good horror movie and some alone time. This was one of the nights of the year that got your parents away from you and out of the house. With their active social lives, of course they had a costume party to attend.
Having the house all to yourself gave you time to relax without all the noise of your parents and their socialites they constantly had over. Besides, you were only home for the weekend and then, it was back to books and classes until next friday.
So of course you made a mess in the kitchen baking brookies and frying skillet popcorn, before you plopped on the couch, shoving your face with the snacks and flipping through different channels.
Now, you were supposed to be handing out candy to any children that passed by, trick or treating, but, that was beyond your comfort zone, so instead, you opted to leave the candy bowl out on the porch with a sign saying “take one, happy halloween!”
Just as you got comfortable, finding a good channel with some knock off horror movie called “Masked Horrors” on, the doorbell rang and you sighed deeply to yourself
“God damn it, a girl can’t be lazy in peace can she?” you groaned as you sat your snacks aside and pushed yourself off the couch, making your way to the front door, swinging it open; only for no one to be there.
You looked around , a singular brow raised in confusion. A slight wind blew a few stray leaves across the concrete sidewalk paved in front of your house before you looked down and realized the candy bowl on your porch, was empty.
“Geez, greedy bastards.” you sighed as you brought the bowl inside, slamming the door behind you.
You brought the bowl to the kitchen, searching for that stupidly giant bag of candy that your parents bought, wanting to refill the bowl so you could get back to your movie.
Finding it, you unravel the bag and tip it over the bowl, just for it to spill everywhere, over filling the bowl, pieces of it all over the counter and floor and you groan loud and frustrated.
Crouching down to pick up the pieces, as if you couldn’t get any more annoyed, the fucking house phone rings, probably your parents calling to check in.
“For fucks sake!”
You tossed what little candy you picked up, on the counter and stomped into the living room, irritated out of your mind as you snatched the phone from its resting home on the receiver.
“I’m fine mom, i’m refilling that stupid candy bowl, the little monsters emptied it already” you huffed out in irritation.
“Mmm.. someone’s not a fan of halloween, are ya doll?” A low, dark, unfamiliar voice came rumbling through the other end of the phone.
On instinct, you pulled it away from your ear, and looked to see who was calling, (in hindsight, you should’ve done that before you answered.) It read “No Caller ID”.
“Uh… if you’re calling for my parents they’re not here right now.” You sighed into the phone, voice laced in confusion, with a hint of irritation underneath.
“I know, i’m not calling for them, it’s you, i want.” The voice purred out. It almost sounded familiar, but it was too distorted for you to make an educated guess.
You scowled as if the person on the other end could see your face and and rolled your eyes.
“Listen, i don’t know what you think this is, but i don’t talk to strangers, have a good night.”
And before the voice could reply, you hung up, shoving the phone back in its home spot, before plopping back onto the couch, the candy in the kitchen, long forgotten.
You sighed deeply, getting comfy on the couch and biting into one of those brookies as you settled on your horror movie, but not even ten minutes went by before—
Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring!
You groaned and threw your head back before reaching for the phone, only to see the same “No Caller ID” on the little screen.
“I’m not doing this” you scoffed as you hit ignore.
and then—
Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring!
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you sighed.
At this point, you chalked it up to it being your ex boyfriend Chosos’, little brother Yuji. The kid had an affinity for fucking with people.
So, you snatched the phone off the receiver and hit answer “Yuji i swear to god if this is you pranking me, i’ll-” and then you were cut off.
“Don’t hang up on me again.” The voice cut through, sharp, staccato like, with emphasis on every word. oh he was pissed.
“Who even is this?” you sigh into the phone, fed up with this game of phone tag.
“Take a guess” he chuckled low in his throat, amused at your irritation.
“Listen, i’m far too old to play phone tag, either tell me who this is or i hang up and call the fucking cops.”
He hummed low in his throat, before letting out a sinister little laugh, something half baked but filled with venom.
“You hang up, you die.”
His words had your ears ringing, each one echoing off the walls in your mind. Die? You were too fucking young to die.
You didn’t know if he was serious or not, but you didn’t want to find out. So with a gulp you replied.
“O-okay.. what do you w-want? money?” you stuttered as you pushed yourself off the couch beginning to pace around the living room, biting your nails.
“I already told ya doll, i want you.” he purred.
You breath hitched, your grip on the phone tightening in fear. What could he possibly want from you? Was this just a sick joke?
“We-Well you can’t have me.” you choked out nervously as bit at your nails.
“Awh, why not? you gotta boyfriend?” he said teasingly through the phone.
“Wha- no, but my- my doors are locked, you can’t even get in here if you’re out there!” you choked out, voice cracking in fear.
“Are you sure, your doors are locked doll?” he mused, letting a little hum follow after his words.
At that, the hairs on your body, stood on end, your palms clammy with perspiration as you rushed to your front door.
Fuck, unlocked.
“Careful doll, if this call gets dropped, you also die” he chuckled.
Your grip on the phone tightened at his words, though you didn’t give him much of a response.
You clicked the lock to the front door. Letting out a breath of relief. There was no way he was getting in now.
“Did you lock all of em, hm?” he pressed onward, humming like he knew something you didn’t.
“You should check to be sure, wouldn’t want me to getcha, now would you?” he mused playfully, like this was all a joke.
Like a dog with a bone, you checked every other door in your house, the back, side, even the sliding patio doors, all of which were all unlocked.
You locked each one, before standing in the kitchen, leaned against the counter, the phone still up to your ear.
“Fuck are my parents trying to get killed?” you huffed as you tried to regulate your breathing.
He laughed, a genuine, amused one.
“No, but seeing as you just locked yourself in your home with me, i think you are.”
Your body went rigid at his words, surely you misheard that right? Scoffing out a laugh of denial, you replied.
“What- no, i locked my doors.. you’re not-”
and then you looked at the bowl of candy you left on the counter earlier, the pieces you spilled, half of them unwrapped, all the wrappers left in the counter.
An unbridled fear you’d never felt, settled deep in your bones. Something you’d never felt before.
Your stomach knotted itself together, before dropping, your chest heavy with the weight of fear. Your expression had morphed in to one of shock, lips slightly parted and pupils dilated.
“Where are you?” you breathed into the phone, voice hardly stable at this point.
“Oh you know… around” he laughed.
“Come find me doll, let’s have some fun.” and before you could reply-
click.
The line went silent.
The moment he hung up, the phone slipped from your hands and shattered on the tile of the kitchen floor. You swallowed thickly, hands shaking, heart hammering behind your ribs.
You forced one trembling foot in front of the other slowly, reaching for a kitchen knife, and holding it close to your chest for protection.
You slowly moved towards the hallway from your kitchen, looking down it, you saw the door to your father’s study, cracked open, his desk lamp, on.
You could hear a faint hum, coming from the office, and you exhaled deeply as you got closer, the wooden floors of your house creaked with every step you took, until you reached the door and pushed it open sticking the knife out like it’d save you.
Only for the room to be Empty.
You let out a deep breath of relief. No one was here, It must’ve just been a sicko fucking with you.
“Thank fucking God” you sighed exasperated as you dropped your arm.
“There’s no one in here” you chuckled as you turned around.
It was then, that you saw him. Standing right behind you with a giant knife, no less.
He had to be at least 6’3, with biceps the size of your head, and a mask, one that looked like the face of a wailing Ghost.
“Ya sure about that doll?” he mused, and god, you could hear the smirk under his mask.
The knife fell from your hands, sheer panic filling you to the brim as you let out a blood curdling scream.
You shoved him with all your might (though it didn’t do much) and bolted past him.
“Ah, guess i’ve got a runner tonight” he chuckled as he took off after you.
You bolted straight to the front door, unlocking it with very little grace, and just when you thought you were free, his fist was tangled in the back of your curls, yanking you back inside.
“Ah, ah, ahhh.. no running baby girl.” he mused as he slammed the door shut and locked it.
You whined as he manhandled you, dragging you to the kitchen.
“Please..” you squeaked out as tears welled up in your eyes, your breath catching in your throat.
He groaned low in his throat at the way you begged, something about it, turning him on.
he yanked you back against his broad chest, his pecs meeting your shoulder blades, and craned your head back, running the sharp end of his knife along your throat
“Please what, sweetheart? Choose your words carefully” he hummed as he whispered into your ear.
“P-please.. don’t hurt me” you choked out, all high pitched as tears rolled from your eyes.
He hummed as he thought it over, before moving the knife downward and pressing the it into your collar bone, slicing you just enough to wet his knife with your blood.
You winced at the pain, it stung and burned soemthin’ serious, and part of you wanted to wail, scream for help as the tears rolled down your cheeks, but a small part of you deep down, liked that little pain.
He however, looked at the knife, Pupils blown wide like some predator who’d caught his pray. He lifted his mask, just enough to show his lips, pretty and full, with a scar on the left side of them, and he licked your blood, clean off the knife.
“Mmmm.. you taste so good, just like i knew you would” his voice was a low rumble of appreciation as he repeated the motion on your other collarbone, drawing blood from you and tasting it.
“Ah!” you whimpered quietly, your eyes screwed shut at the pain he inflicted. The pain that was.. kind of making you feel a little less afraid and more aroused.
“Mmmnnghh fuck, make more of those sounds for me, pretty.” He groaned as he roughly drug the knife down your shirt, splitting it open with the sharp metal of the blade.
Your breath hitched as he split your shirt open, the cool air of your house, nipping at your bare brown skin, tummy spilling out, full of stretch marks, just like he loved.
Your breasts spilled out along with your tummy, because- of course you’d have no bra on, you were home alone.
You looked up at him, brown cheeks flushing a little red, half naked under this man’s gaze until you saw his lips, that scar… it couldn’t be.. no.
He looked down at you, making brief eye contact through the eye holes in his mask before he settled on your tits.
“Fuckin’ perfect” he muttered as he swiped his knife over the left one, making a little knick, and then repeating with the right one, before licking the blood right off the blade.
“Ffuuuhhhckkk” he groaned “Shit tastes like heaven” he murmured.
Your body shivered at his words, eyes screwing shut as you winced, tucking your bottom lip under your teeth. The pain giving you a little more pleasure than you’d care to admit.
Your little reactions didn’t go unnoticed though.
“Oh? you like that, don’t you?” he purred, tilting his head at you, and this time you could actually see his smirk on those scarred lips.
“N-no!” you cracked out, voice uneven, face blistering with heat.
“Yeah? I’ll be the judge of that” he drawled low and teasing.
In one swift motion, Toji had you bent over the kitchen counter, chest pressed down to the cold marble, holding your head down against it too, smushing your face, your ass sticking out towards him.
He held the knife in between his teeth and yanked your shorts down, right along with the underwear and god he thought he died and went to his fucked up version of heaven.
You were fucking dripping, all your clear arousal bubbling up right between your puffy lil’ pussy lips.
The cold air hit your ass and you wiggled under the weight of the breeze and his gaze.
“Please- i- i-” you whined out before he grabbed the knife from his mouth and pointed it at your face.
“Shut up.” he said bluntly.
Then he took the back side of the knife and smoothed it over the globes of your ass and you all but whimpered.
He rubbed it over them on repeat til he brought it down to your lips and rubbed the dull back between them, just to hear that wet squelching noise.
“Mmmm, but you don’t like it.. huh?” he scoffed out a chuckle.
“Look at ya doll, fucking soaked, all worked up from a few cuts huh?” he mused.
“N-no it’s not like that-… p-please!” you whined as you wiggled under the weight of his hold, at this point, you weren’t sure what you were even begging for from him.
“Oh it’s not like that?” he scoffed and rolled his eyes, though you couldn’t see under his mask.
he pulled the knife from in between your lips, the string of your arousal not going unnoticed as he tossed the knife on the counter, letting go of your head in favor of holding your hands behind your back. His free hand, landed on your ass with a hard smack.
Your body jolted and you closed your eyes “mmf! fuck!” you whimpered.
Toji soothed the sting with his hand before landing another one, then soothing it, then another, three, four, and then-
“okay! okay!” you cried out, tears rolling down your cheeks, your ass was burning, but when he looked down, he could see, a lil string of your arousal dripping from your puffy pussy lips.
“mmhhmmm no more lyin’ doll.” he hummed as he brought his hand to your cunt, swirling his middle and ring fingers over your lips before spreading them to find your clit, rubbing it in slow circles.
your mouth was gaped open, legs shaking, your brain couldn’t decided whether to focus on the pain in your ass, or the pleasure he was giving you currently.
“ohhh.. m’godddd” you crooned as you look back at him over your shoulder, your wrists bound together by his one hand, your lashes fluttering in immense pleasure.
“yeahhhhh, feels so good, doesn’t it?” he purred lowly as he rubbed faster in tight little circles.
you couldn’t lie if you wanted to, you were putty in his hands with the way he worked your clit so you just nodded, mindlessly as you mouth gaped further at his speed.
“Look atcha’ gonna cum for me like this hm sweetheart?” he teased as he lolled his head to the side at you, a grin on his lips, his pearly white barely showing.
“i.. i dunno knowww” you whined as you squeezed your legs together. Liar you were about to cum.
And so he snatched his fingers away, listening to you whine at the loss of pleasure, he sucked them clean with a pop! sound, groaning at the taste of you, his eyes nearly in the back of his head.
“God fuckin’ damn, you taste better than i imagined” he grumbled as he worked to unfasten his belt buckle, his jeans and boxers following one after the other.
You looked back at him, the cuts on your body still stinging and when your eyes dropped down to his dick, you mouth nearly watered.
He leaned forward, one hand still keeping your wrists bound and the other swabbing his tip between your wet folds.
you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you, your head falling back down to the marble counter. “Mnnghh fuck-”.
He smirked at the sound you made and then tilited his hips back and slammed in, tearing a scream right out of you. his pace was nothing short of disrespectful.
“a-aahh!”
“that’s right, let me hear ya doll” he grunted out as he released your wrists in favor of your curls again, pulling you back by your hair hard enough to make your back arch.
Your palms landed flat in the counter, your eyes rolling back, and every breath of air came out choked while the globes of your ass, rippled off his pelvis with every thrust he delivered.
Every orifice of your gummy walls sucking him in deeper and deeper as you squeezed around him.
“Gah-hd fuckkkk!!!” you moaned as you grasped at the counter. The veins of his heavy cock brushing against every crevice of you, dragging sounds from you, that you never knew you could make.
Messy squelching sounds bounced off every wall of your kitchen until it was nothing but moans, cries and the sound of Toji’s grunts.
“S’all wet like that for me sweetheart? hm?” he mused as he watched his dick disappear inside you on repeat.
Every time he pulled out a new string of your arousal found itself a home on his base, right by his curly tufts of dark hair before he slammed back in, creating more and more.
“So wet it’s fucking disgusting” he laughed as he worked his hips harder, faster.
Your mouth formed an “o” shape at the change in pace and roughness, a familiar ball of heat forming in the pit of your tummy.
Your body began to tense as the rotund head of his dick pressed kiss after painfully pleasurable kiss to the spongy surface of your cervix.
Your breaths were choked, ragged, bordering on screams as you fluttered around him uncontrollably, teetering right in the edge.
Toji’s restraint was fraying at the edges feeling you pulse and spasm around him. “Uh- uh, not yet doll, wanna see ya face when u make you cum.” he huffed as he pulled out of you.
You opened your mouth to protest about the loss of pleasure but before you could, he’d picked you up and slammed you against the refrigerator, hiking your legs up til they were over his shoulders.
His large calloused hands made home on your hips, the balls of your feet rested on his deltoids, and the backs of your thighs against his abs and chest as he slid right back in with ease, groaning and tilting his head back.
“Uugghhhh fuuucckkkk”
A pure fucked out look of bliss spread across your face as he started to rock his hips up into you, your back sliding up and down the cold metal of the fridge.
Your arms flailing helplessly as he fucked up into you over and over again, each sound that left him, punctuated by the meanest thrust.
“Gonna— hahh- gonna fuckin’— mmf- fill you riiight up pretty baby.” he babbles as he kept his gaze in your face, mask slipping up slightly in his face.
You were too busy about to cum to notice though.
The way he moved you up and down with the way he fucked you, had your head spinning, in no time, that heat was back in the pit of your stomach as you crooned for him.
“har-harder! I’m— i’m gonna— mnnghh f-fuuhhhckk!”
Toji already knew what you were into, and that only pushed him to give it all he had. He pressed you further into the fridge, fucking yo into you harder. So hard the metal cube started to rock.
“Yeah? gonna cum for me sweetheart? gonna milk me?” he chuckled as he pressed his masked face into your neck so he could bite on your shoulder.
“Show, don’t tell, pretty thing, c’mon” he whispered as he slammed his hips up and pulled out “cum for me” and he slammed up again.
The sound he ripped from you was ungodly, your walls tightening around him so much, when you came, that it actually did pull his orgasm from him, with a strained curse.
He held himself there, cock twitching inside of you with every spurt of his cum he emptied into you, his hips jerking as he tried to get it alllll in.
“Fuck”
He stood there, holding you, panting til he lifted his head, mask half on and looked at you.
You were almost too fucked out of your mind.
almost.
You just looked at him, this masked man who’d fucked the daylights out of you, and then you reached for his mask, snatching it off before he could dodge, and your face morphed into shock.
“Toji?!” you yelped
A cocky but smirk tugged at his lips as he looked down at you.
Toji Fushiguro. your fucking boyfriend.
“Hey baby” he mused with that stupid, fucking shit eating grin of his.
“You said you wanted to try something new, well…. how’d i do?”
a/n: i promise i won’t always post this late for the rest of kinktober, im sorrryyy :p
