toji went broke gambling so now he's a stripper ? ☆
gambling debts. that's what brought him here. you heard the rumors—how he'd lost everything in a single night, how he'd burned through every contact, every favor, until this was all that remained.
the bass thrums through your body as toji takes the stage, and your breath catches. he's wearing leather pants that hang low on his hips, that scarred, muscular torso on full display under the club lights.
his eyes find yours in the crowd immediately. a wicked smirk crosses his face as he grips the pole, and you know this performance is for you alone.
he moves with lethal grace as his body rolls sinuously, muscles flexing as he works the pole. when he drops into a split, the crowd screams, but he's still watching you—only you. money rains onto the stage, but toji ignores it. he stalks to the edge, crouches down in front of where you're sitting, tilts his head.
"so you came to gawk?" his voice is rough, as he steps off the stage, leading you to a more… private room. "wanted to see how far the mighty have fallen?"
"i came to see you," you say simply.
he laughs lowly, "you know what i am now? a fucking piece of meat for people to throw money at. that turn you on, sweetheart? knowing i'm this desperate?"
you grab his wrist, holding his gaze. "you could lick portable toilets for a living and i'd still get turned on, 'ji."
he leans in to kiss you—hard. he bites your bottom lip harsh enough to sting, then soothes it with his tongue, swallowing your gasp. his hands are everywhere, rough and demanding, like he's trying to reclaim some sense of control.
"fuck," he breathes against your mouth. "you have no idea what you do to me."
he drops to his knees in front of you, and the sight alone nearly undoes you. toji fushiguro, on his knees, looking up at you with those dark, hungry eyes, still dressed in his skimpy man-whore attire. his hands make quick work of your pants, yanking them down with your underwear in one smooth motion.
"gonna make you forget where we are," he promises, voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "gonna make you forget everything except my name."
his mouth is on you before you can respond, tongue working with devastating precision. he eats you out like a man starving, like you're the first good thing he's tasted in months. the obscene wet sounds fill the small room, mixing with your increasingly desperate moans.
"that's it," he growls against your flesh. "let me hear you, baby. let everyone in this shithole know who's making you feel this good."
your fingers tangle in his dark hair, hips rolling against his face as he adds two thick fingers, curling them just right. the dual sensation has you seeing stars, thighs trembling as he works you closer and closer to the edge.
"toji," you gasp. "fuck, 'ji, i'm—"
"not yet." he pulls back, and you whimper at the loss. he stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with lust. "you don't cum until i'm inside you. understand?"
you nod frantically, and he spins you around, pressing your chest against the wall. you hear the clink of his belt, the rustle of fabric, and then the thick head of his cock is pressing against your pussy.
"been thinking about this," he admits, voice rough. "every night on that fucking stage, grinding on strangers, all i could think about was you. how you'd feel. how you'd sound."
he pushes in with one brutal thrust, and you cry out at the stretch. he's big—almost too big—but the burn is delicious, overwhelming. he doesn't give you time to adjust, setting a punishing pace that has you bracing against the wall.
"fuck, you're tight," he groans, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. "taking my cock so well, baby. such a good little slut for me."
the degradation mixed with praise makes your head spin. he reaches around, fingers finding your clit, and the added stimulation has you clenching around him.
"gonna fill you up," he pants. "gonna pump you so full of my cum you'll be dripping for days. mark you as mine. would you like that, sweetheart? want everyone to know you let a broke stripper fuck you raw?"
"yes," you gasp. "yes, toji, please—"
"then come for me. come on my cock like the desperate little thing you are."
the command combined with his fingers on your clit sends you over the edge. you come with a broken cry, clenching around him rhythmically as pleasure crashes through you. he follows with a guttural groan, hips slamming forward one final time as he spills inside you, hot and thick.
for a long moment, neither of you moves. he's still buried inside you, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, breathing hard.
"i'm getting out of this place," he mutters against your neck. "gonna make real money again. gonna give you everything you deserve."
"i don't need everything," you whisper back. "i just need you, 'ji"
