→ rough handler toji, in which you've been shit-talking too close to the sun.
age gap, rough fucking, degradation, praise, petnames, toji is a dick but it's kinda hot, breeding if you squint
dilf!toji doesn't treat you like a princess, not at all. in the relatively short amount of time you've known each other, he's done what he can to make this abundantly clear.
he's just the hot older guy who likes to play around with pretty young things like you. he's not soft, not boyfriend material, and certainly not the guy you take home to meet the parents. swears he'll never be a loverboy - says he's just "not good at that shit".
toji is, however, very good at reading you like a book. so here you are, face shoved into a pillow like it's gonna help you keep quiet with toji behind you fucking you like he hates your guts. or maybe he loves them, who knows. it's your fault he's being so rough anyway, with that smart-mouthed shit talk you've been giving him all day.
"yeah, that's what i figured," he says, and you can hear the smirk, "think y'just wanted me to be mean to ya, pretty girl. ain't that right?"
you'd try talking back but the way the tip of his cock is nearly kissing your cervix makes it so all that escapes you are more whines and whimpers. drooling into the pillow, you're grateful for the privacy, burying your face against it.
until you feel his rough hand finding its way into your messy hair, and he grips it tight to pull your face free and have you look back at him.
"tell me, pretty. tell me that's what you wanted," he growls, but his face shows he's nothing but cocky and smug. as if he's waiting for the answer he knows you're gonna give him.
it's humiliating, because you really shouldn't fold so easily for this man, but the way his pretty face stares down at you with such a condescending look in his eyes has you nodding and whispering 'yes'. the hot flush that rushes to your cheeks only has your pussy squeezing tighter around him, dripping down your thighs as you tighten your grip on the sheets.
each drag of his cock in and out of you pulls another whine from your lips, and it's music to toji's ears. it spurs him on, pushing himself deeper into you, and the rhythmic sound of his hips against your thighs gets faster. his hand untangles from your hair, instead choosing to push your head down, your cheek against the pillow again. this way he can see the dazed, depraved look in your eyes - something he loves to tease you about after the fact.
"what a sight f'sore eyes. my god, you're just so fuckin' pretty on my dick."
he leans down closer and wraps his other arm around your waist, pulling you back to meet each thrust. the angle hits that sweet spot and your eyes roll back, mouth open in a soft 'o'. he gets real close to your ear and whispers in that gravelly tone, "can't escape when i've gotcha like this now, sweetheart,"
the combination of his deep voice, the way his thick cock hits that perfect spot over and over, and the way he talks to you has a familiar tension building in your lower stomach. it feels like molten sugar is rushing through your veins, sending a warm shiver down your spine.
"fuck, you jus' lose that attitude so fast when my dick's buried in ya like this. might start to think y'like it when i treat you bad, doll, the way you're creamin' round me right now,"
you know from the way his thrusts are getting rougher that toji's getting close too. for what it's worth, you find him somewhat easy to read as well. you know the cues - the way he gets a rough drawl to his voice when it feels too fucking good, and how he starts to treat your body like it's there for him to use. the kind of things that start to fall from his lips.
"atta girl, take my cock. let me fill that pretty pussy up," he growls out, thrusts becoming more and more desperate, "love using this pussy, such a helpless little doll for me,"
your walls squeeze tight around him each time he bottoms out inside of you, and it's driving him crazy. turning him into a filthy, depraved, shameless man. he pulls your back against his torso and inhales deeply against your neck, taking in the sweet mixture of your scent and sweat, and he fucking whines. you've never heard him sound so desperate before and it makes your head spin.
it only takes a moment before you're sitting right on that edge, ready to fall into that pleasure, but first-
"p-please.." you manage to get out, "p-plea..se.. m'gonna c-cum, toji,"
he grins devilishly, tongue swiping against your neck to taste you. he groans against the skin again, eyes shut tight. "yeah? you wanna cum all over my cock, hm?"
you nod pathetically, trying your very best to hold on till he gives you the go ahead, but it's so hard when he's not letting up that brutal pace.
you squeak out, "y-yes, yes..! please, please... m'sorry, shouldn't have- fuck, been bad, i- i swear i'll be so good, i'll-.."
he laughs at you, smiling wide as he continues to grind his hips into you. he's got half a heart to deny you, to say something shitty and mean about how you had a lot to say earlier, but you're just so sweet when you get this desperate and apologetic, and he knows he's weak for it.
he'd never tell you that, though. that'd be way too much power.
"mm, you better be. cum for me. make a real nice mess. show me how sorry you are, how grateful you are that i fuck you so mean,"
and you do, because that's all it takes. that tone, the way he's looking at you with the most smug, condescending expression as he fucks you into an orgasm has you shaking, whining out sounds that vaguely resemble his name. he fucks you through it, relishing in the way you clench tight around him as he's buried inside of you. it's enough to send him crashing over the edge right after you.
"holy shit, you're so- fuck, so tight, god. i'm gonna fill you up, pretty girl, so fuckin' full-" he mutters against your neck like a mantra, fucking into you until finally he presses his hips against you hard. balls deep, he shoots his hot load inside you, holding you down against the bed with an arm wrapped like a vice around your waist. he keeps you there like he doesn't wanna give you a chance to move, just lost in his pleasure.
a few minutes later, he pulls out and falls beside you on the bed, an arm across his face. his chest rises and falls as he takes heavy breaths, sweat dripping down his scarred torso,
"fuckin' hell, doll. maybe y'should piss me off more often."
a/n: i hope u enjoyed this! my first fic in years, and the very first on this blog <3 thank you for reading!
→ in which toji is simultaneously lazy and a freak
lazy fucking gets a little feral, afab!reader but no mention of gender, riding, praise, using you to get himself off, some biting, pervert toji with a big dick (shocker)
"you could put a little bit of effort in, y'know," you tell toji with an unimpressed stare, and in response he shoots you a sleazy wink. you sit there on top of him with his dick buried deep, your knees either side of his waist, and you slowly roll your hips forward. toji, however, does nothing to help.
"nah, s'fine. think you got it covered, hun," he says with a grin, lazy as ever. you roll your eyes, but it's only half in annoyance, and half in pleasure. a rumbling groan escapes him as you continue rocking back and forth on his cock, both of you relishing in the feeling.
truth be told, he loves when he gets to sit back and watch you ride him. i mean, he's always doing the hard work, as he says. can't a guy enjoy the view from time to time?
"you're so lucky your dick is big, you asshole," you scoff, lifting yourself up and down his length. he's more than content with this, thick tip dragging against the spots that make your toes curl.
"mm, love you too, pretty," he says with that same lazy smile.
his hands reach up to your chest, groping at it and rubbing the pads of his thumbs against your hardened nipples. the contrast of his big, rough hands against your soft skin feels incredible, and you exhale a whine. toji likes the sound of it; he gets a little rougher with you, lifting his hips in time with your movements, the thick tip of his dick hitting that perfect angle. yeah, that's why you put up with him.
"whatever, old man. so- ah, so lazy," you tease him anyway, and it's your way of saying you want more. he's lucky you're asking so nicely.
toji happily obliges, finally. one of his hands drops to your waist, holding you tight as he fucks up into you, again and again, deeper. pulling you down to meet him every time, as you grind your hips down into him.
"yeah?" is all he says, and on his face is that same lazy grin, but his eyes are dazed and spaced like he's lost in the feeling.
you lean forward, pressing your palms flat against his toned chest, and you lift up just enough to slam your hips back down against him in time with his thrusts. you find yourself getting lost in the pleasure too, mouth open in a small 'o' with your eyes half-lidded.
from this angle, every thrust has his cock kissing that spot again, and your walls squeeze tighter every time he does it. he mutters words of praise, filth, anything he can think of from beneath you, absolutely pussydrunk.
"there you go, so fucking tight- my god, s'perfect."
every drag of his cock makes your head spin a little, lifting yourself up and down. your sounds grow louder and more needy as he starts to pick up the pace.
toji wraps an arm around your torso to pull you in closer, so his hungry mouth can lick and suck at your sensitive chest. he continues to fuck into you as his tongue swirls over your nipple, and he plays with the other with his rough fingers, pinching them gently just to make you squirm.
"fuck, toji- don't do that, or- fuck, i think i might-"
he barely stops what he's doing to offer you a muffled "yeah, do it", and then he's back to licking and teasing. he's such a pervert, the way he sucks dark red marks into your skin and takes deep huffs of your sweet scent, licking a strip towards your neck. he can't help but bite down, not quite hard enough to leave an imprint of his teeth, but boy does he want to.
the combined sensation of his hot mouth against your throat and his cock still bullying its way into you has you coming undone as promised. with his arm still wrapped around your torso and the other playing with your chest, you shake and writhe against him, crying out his name over and over. the way you know he loves it.
"that's it, pretty, just like that," toji praises you as you cum, and he doesn't slow down. instead he fucks you through it, deep and relentless, like he wants you to fall apart completely.
hot, heavy pleasure wracks your body, near helpless in his arms, and he truly can't get enough of you. he presses kisses along your collarbone, against the base of your throat and up to your ear, whispering sweet praise. when you've ridden out your high, he lays back and lifts a hand to stroke your hair.
"think you can be good and let me use you?" toji asks, tilting his head at you. he already knows the answer, he just likes when you agree so willingly.
of course, you nod, and that's all the permission he needs. both hands drop to hold you by your hips and he fucks you like he's more than desperate to chase his own pleasure. you do what you can to match his pace, as brutal as it is, gushing around him from how sensitive you still feel, and it's almost addictive.
once again, he's saying filthy, depraved things that only half make sense and he's burying himself as deep into your tight hole as he possibly can. his eyes roll back as he uses you to get himself off, your mess dripping against him with each thrust.
it doesn't take long for him to reach the edge. his voice gets rough and desperate, still talking his dirty nonsense to you and himself and no one at all.
"holy shit, my perfect fuckin' doll, you're- oh my god, you're made for me, gonna make me cum, oh, fuck-"
and that's it, he can't take it any more. he buries himself balls deep inside of you, head thrown back in pure pleasure as he finishes. toji's iron grip around your body holds you flush against him, and you feel every twitch of his body. he hardly even makes a sound with how hard he tenses, orgasm hitting him hard.
you gently grind yourself against him, watching the way his chest heaves as you bring him back down to earth. beads of sweat roll down the side of his handsome face, his black hair slicked back against his skin. his eyes are closed, but one peeks open to look at you, and a tired smile finds its way to his lips.
"damn, see? i knew you had it covered."
a/n: tonight's menu features a new shortform instead of the shorter quickies ive been posting as of late. also, my first longform fic is on the way soon too! i hope you enjoyed this <3
→ in which toji is your alluring yet insufferable colleague, and a big bad wolf
coworker!toji, teasing/flirting, petnames, strong primal play vibes, some choking, lowk degradation, praise, a bit of humiliation
work parties are the worst. it's like some kind of purgatory; you can almost relax and have a fun time, but there's always something keeping you on edge, whether it's the presence of a manager or something else. perhaps someone else.
you stand on your own off to the side of the venue, scanning the groups of people in hopes of locating a friend or at least an acquaintance, but it's futile. the few coworkers you do like had half a brain to say no to this event. you sigh, nursing the drink the company card generously paid for.
you can feel peering eyes watching from somewhere across the venue, and you're pretty sure you know who they belong to. you scan the area until you meet the gaze of that aforementioned someone, toji fushiguro, staring you down with a look you can't pinpoint - somewhere between curious and amused. he looks striking today, dressed in a simplistic all-black outfit that somehow seems to wrap around his arms and broad chest in a way that'd make anyone stare. a smile settles on his face when he realises you've noticed him, and then he's back to mingling with the higher-ups like the charmer he is.
sighing, you decide to make a bit of an escape, if only for some quiet time to finish your drink without looking over your shoulder every other second. it's strangely nerve wracking to be at an event like this, with so many powerful people and not enough alcohol in your system to schmooze your way through a conversation. you decide to make your way up the stairs to the quieter floor above, where you're pretty sure they have another bar for you to hover at.
the venue is beautifully decorated, but it has an air of elegance that could make anyone feel a little out of place. pristine marbled surfaces, artfully crafted glass figures in discreet nooks as though they're just another unremarkable ornament in a place like this.
in all your musing, you don't hear the sound of footsteps heading up the stairs behind you. you're fixated on a particularly fascinating figure of a lamb and a wolf. the lamb appears as though it's clueless to the presence of the wolf behind it, and the wolf stares down with a predatory gaze. it's unsettling, but it captures your attention.
"what's gotcha so transfixed, hm?" a voice from behind you startles you out of your thoughts. you know who it is before you even turn to face him.
"toji. a little warning would be appreciated before you scare me over the railing," you say, heartbeat having picked up from the surprise, but he merely grins like it's funny to him. he stalks over to where you're standing, stretching his arms above his head as he yawns. he's completely unbothered.
"aw, poor thing. y'know i'd never let'cha fall, dollface," he tells you with that same grin. "how're you enjoying the party?"
you hum, eyes falling back on the lamb and the wolf, "can't say i am. work parties aren't really my thing. the free drinks are nice, though."
he snorts out a laugh, nodding in agreement. toji's not much of a partygoer himself, even with his sweet-talking silver tongue. "mm, that they are. and what's this?"
he gestures to the figure in front of you. you pause for a moment to consider what about it intrigues you.
"i'm not sure. i think it's sorta pretty, though. kind of makes me feel a bit weird, but like, in the way good art is supposed to or whatever," you offer as an explanation, and he laughs again. toji's not much of an art connoisseur but he thinks he kind of understands what you mean.
"i see. somethin' 'bout a clueless little lamb and a big bad wolf gets ya, does it?" he asks in that teasing tone. you pay it no mind and hum a yes.
he smirks at your nonchalant dismissal of his comment. you intrigue him, he can't help it. it's something in the way he can tell you pick up on all his little cues, and then blatantly choose to ignore him. you almost never bite the bait.
"what about you?" you ask him, eyes meeting his where he stands behind you.
"me?" he asks. he furrows a brow in thought as he considers it, "i s'pose it gets me too, yeah. somethin' cute about it."
then it feels like something in the air changes; a heaviness, or something potent brewing. your thoughts catch on toji calling it cute, with such a sly, amused tone to his voice. your gaze falls to the figure again; the lamb, clueless and weak, and the wolf, strong and predatory. the hopeless fate of the prey and the promised victory of the hunter. it's not cute, not in the way someone would normally mean that, but you get the feeling he's saying it from a different point of view. toji leans a little closer to your ear, chin hovering above your shoulder.
"say, it makes me think. y'know, you really oughtta be careful, doll," he says in a hushed tone, like it's a warning.
you turn your head back towards toji with a curious eye, and take note of just how tall he really is. he's so big, his arms, his shoulders, they're so broad and thick and well-built. it's almost intimidating. his scarred lips quirk up into a little smirk, like he knows what you're thinking.
"you're kinda like a cute lamb yourself. plenty'a men would give anything for a shot with a pretty thing like you," he says with a teasing, smug tone. his hand reaches out to play with the hem of your clothes, rubbing the fabric between his fingertips in thought, "wouldn't want'cha to get snatched right up, now would we?"
"well, i think i can handle a creep, toji" you respond after a moment, rolling your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrays you. you fiddle with the details of your outfit, if only to keep your hands busy.
"not so sure about that, hun. i mean, s'real quiet up here, right? what'd happen if a wolf came up here and chased ya down, little lamb?"
as he says that, he steps closer and for a second it hits you that he moves like he's stalking his prey. the thought of what that means for you does not go unnoticed. instinctively, you turn to face him head on. it almost seems to him like a challenge.
"oh, d'ya think you could run away in time?" he grins, and then he narrows his eyes with that same smile, "or maybe... you don't want to run at all?"
you freeze. he doesn't miss it, his smile widening. his hand moves to grab your chin, his grip gentle but firm enough against your jaw that it feels a little possessive, and you hesitate.
"right on the money, am i?" he chuckles, "i figured. i'd bet that's why you're up here in the first place, hangin' 'round that little glass figure. way to make it obvious, princess."
you feel the hot, heavy blush settling on your face at the way he's reading you so easily. you swallow thickly and simply blink at him. you're not sure why he's doing this, what his intentions are, and that alone makes you very nervous.
"and s-so what if it comes off that way? i'm allowed to admire it if i find it intriguing."
he nods, "you certainly are, doll, no one's stoppin' ya. m'just looking out for you, that's all. 'cause y'never know when someone might be hunting you, right?"
the word 'hunting' makes your head spin a little. the idea of toji, at least a whole head taller than you, with his broad chest and thick, muscled arms, hunting you down like an animal. you don't know if it's fear that you're feeling or something worse. his finger strokes the side of your face, almost like he's soothing you. like you're a nervous little thing, skittish and ready to run away from the towering man threatening you in that deep, gravelly voice.
he continues, moving closer still as his voice drops to just above a whisper, "trackin' ya down, waitin' for the right moment to pounce."
as he says that last word, he tilts his head at you.
"would you even try to fight back? or would you just let me win? roll over and submit like a helpless little thing, maybe beg for mercy?" he questions, his eyes narrowed with a glint you can't quite place.
the thought of submitting so willingly might be more embarrassing than the thought of trying to fight back. that's why it comes as a shock to you when he places his hand against your throat, and worse, when you let him.
and he laughs. he laughs at the way you just let him do that, like it answered his question without a word being spoken. his hand flexes, and wraps around your throat properly this time. he feels you swallow nervously, relishes in the way you're forcing yourself to keep eye contact with him. you never back down from a challenge, he'll give you that much.
"it's a good look, i gotta say," he says simply, "you're just too fuckin' pretty."
your heart is pounding against your ribcage, anticipation swirling in your stomach like your entire body is waiting on each word. he leans down to rest his forehead against yours, sharp eyes boring into yours. from this close up, you can see all of the scars and lines that decorate his face.
"maybe i should've given you a headstart. told you to run and hide before i get'cha," he gives a dangerous smile, and his eyes flicker down.
"but my god, i love how your throat looks with my hand wrapped 'round it. just like this," he tightens his grip and effortlessly sways you side to side, "as if you're just a precious lil' thing to throw around, hm?"
he leans in and whispers in your ear, "my pretty little prey."
and then suddenly, toji steps back. he lets out a disappointed tsk, shaking his head and pulling his arm back to cross them at you. your eyes widen, blinking up at him with a confused expression.
the smile he flashes is dripping with amusement, like something about this situation is very funny.
"oh my, what a filthy girl you are. you think i was serious?" he chuckles, an eyebrow raised. when you don't respond, he gives a hearty chuckle.
"poor thing. i bet you've made a mess in your pretty panties. is your heart racing? does your face feel warm, hm?"
you stare at him blankly. oh my god. realising what he was doing, you bite back a look of stunned disappointment and opt to cross your arms and furrow an angry brow. what a fucking asshole! your face burns from embarrassment and you stumble over your words as you snap back at him.
"i- that's so.. you fucking suck, toji." you spit, willing your eyes not to tear up from embarrassment because god knows toji would use that against you too. he'd probably tell everyone about this.
or worse, he'd say some shit like "ohh, my sweetheart, i'm sorry. pretty girls shouldn't cry. unless.. you wanted me to make you cry. but you wouldn't want something as pathetic as that, right?"
and it would work on you, too, so you're determined not to let it happen. instead, he just smiles. the light catches on his canines and they flash like fangs. god, toji really is such a wolf.
"hey, it was just a warning. i'm tryna look out for ya, never said i was serious, dollface. what kinda hypocrite'd i be if i preyed on a sweet little thing like you, after all that talk?"
he lifts a hand to pet your head, not unlike he would an animal, and you can't help but shiver. he spares you the shame of pointing that out, but it's obvious he noticed. he's such an asshole, you think he probably came up here with the intention of doing this sort of thing to you, and yet you can't help but find some strange enjoyment in the feeling.
"it'd make me the wolf," he says, his hand still gently caressing your hair, almost affectionately.
"you're worse than a wolf. i would rather a creep than an asshole like you," you spit back, but it's a whole lot less convincing when you make no move to stop his hand. he smiles, amused by your all-bark-no-bite approach. finally, he pulls his hand away.
"let's enjoy the party, shall we? wouldn't want 'em to think i really did snatch ya up," he teases.
you roll your eyes, but he's right. even if you find it easy to sneak away from the happenings, the others will certainly notice his absence. giving one last glance over to the glass figure, you take a step away from toji with the intention of heading for the stairs, but he catches your arm before you leave.
"just remember, doll, a wolf won't always warn ya before you're caught."
and with that, he pulls away laughing and walks off down the stairs, leaving you staring at his back.
a/n: thank u for reading! this was a little bit experimental and intended to read as intimate and sensual, which i know isn't everyone's cup of tea. it was fun to write though so i hope you enjoyed <3
