Get Down, Make Love (Toji x Reader)
Get Down, Make Love– Nine Inch Nails
Toji's that one hot middle-aged man you look forward to seeing every shift 🤤
smut, some plot, sex w stranger (sorta kinda), age gap, pervy toji w.c: 3.2k
For the past couple of months you've been scheduled to close at work. 5pm-12am every weekend. Anyone else your age would be upset about this. You were young and in college. Weekends were meant for going out with friends, maybe a date, anywhere else but work, really.
And you were upset– at first. Lately however, there's been a shift in your attitude. Even your friends picked up on it. Like any other person you counted down the days to Friday. Except, instead of looking forward to a night out, you looked forward to...work.
The reason for this? A man almost twice your age who frequented the convenience store you worked at.
When you tried talking to your coworkers about him they judged you.
"The guy with the scar? Really? He seems so...serious all the time."
"Yeah– plus he looks, like, 40. Aren't there guys that come in from that gym across the street? Go for one of them."
They just didn't get it. And bringing it up to your friends was useless. They'd probably say the same thing.
Like clockwork he'd show up at around 10pm and buy whatever it was he needed.
At first the interactions were quick, a simple "see ya" or "night" to close it off. Gradually they got longer, deeper, the more you two saw each other.
You learned that his name was Toji Fushiguro. He was 38, a two-time divorcee, and had two kids.
Now, a divorced, nicotine addicted, single-dad who was 16 years older than you was probably definitely not the best bachelor to pursue. You knew better.
But Toji was hypnotizing.
Maybe it was the way his shirt clung onto him, making the outline of his muscles visible, that had you hooked. Or maybe it was the way his scarred lip wrapped around the cigarette in his mouth (smoking wasn't allowed inside but you let him do it anyway).
Or maybe it was the names he called you– pretty, sweetheart, dear, doll, babe– all of which made your knees buckle and your face hot.
Whatever it was, you were addicted. You waited your entire shift for him to show up. By 9:55 you reapplied your lip gloss, fixed your hair, undid a few buttons on your top, and had your eyes glued to the door, ready to greet him.
Sometimes there'd be a day he wouldn't show up and you were left gutted and pout-faced, like a girl who got stood up on prom.
There had been one weekend you called out because of some nasty cold you caught. You were miserable and in withdrawal from his attention that week. When you returned the two of you spent an hour catching up.
The conversations you two had varied. Sometimes he'd talk about work, sometimes you did, and other times he'd try and talk life lessons. They usually ended whenever another customer would show up, which fortunately because of the late hours, was quite some time later.
When the conversations grew longer and the night grew darker, you both got a lot bolder. Bodies leaned in close and eyes drifted. You were convinced the feelings you had for him were mutual, and boy were you right.
Toji had been a customer at the convenience store for a while, usually visiting after work. Except, he'd only show up once a week for about 2 minutes. When he noticed that you took over the weekend night shifts, he made going in a more frequent addition to his routine.
He didn't even need what you were ringing him up for most of the time. He had plenty of snacks, drinks, and cigarette packs from his previous visits at home already. Yet, he found himself going back anyway.
At first, he could tell he made you nervous. You couldn't look him in the eye and responded to his questions with short, curt answers. When his hand brushed yours as you handed him his change, you pulled back quickly and dropped the money on the counter, apologizing profusely.
A couple weeks later, you weren't as nervous anymore. In fact, you gained more confidence. Holding eye contact was no longer an issue, and now you were the one to brush your hand against his. Toji noticed that you even started to leave the top buttons on your uniform undone. Since he was taller than you, at just the right angle, he caught peeks of lace occasionally. He thought it was hot, wondered if your panties matched. That was an image he thought about a lot.
Before bed, fully hard, he loved picturing you splayed out on his sheets in the sexiest lingerie set. Sheer, lacey, frills, bows, red, white, pink, it didn't matter, he'd thought of them all. He'd love to tear it off you, piece by piece, spread your legs apart, see how wet you were, dive into your cunt and–
That's usually when he came. It was pathetic. Getting off to the idea of fucking some girl from the convenience store he shopped at. Just cause you were pretty and talked to him? He knew you found him attractive but that was it. Surely you weren't as perverted as him, right? Wrong.
You were just as perverted as him. You imagined what it'd be like to get fucked by him, have him eat you out. How he'd bend you over the counter at work, pull your hair, play with your tits, shove his cock inside you and–
That's usually when you came. Breathless and tired, your pussy sensitive to the touch. At this point fucking yourself to sleep was part of your nighttime routine. You thought of Toji every time, you couldn't wait to see him again.
Still, despite the confidence you had built, you would die before being the one to make any type of move beyond eyelash batting and lip biting. You didn’t want him thinking you were desperate.
He was an older man who undoubtedly had years of experience. You remember one time he had bought a pack of condoms. He placed them on the counter as he asked how your night was. You rung him up like you weren't devastated that the man you formed a debilitating crush on was about to go fuck someone else.
His ex-wives and hook-ups were probably older, hotter, and more experienced than you. Why would he go for some 20-something year old cashier who stuttered every time he called her babe?
God it was hopeless. For both of you.
Even though you couldn't see it, Toji was just as pathetic as you were. In truth he was going to go fuck someone else when he'd bought the condoms. But, when he saw you, he started to wonder if he really wanted to go hook up with some stranger he met at a bar. Sure she was hot but that wasn't enough to motivate him.
So, when he got into his car, he texted her some lame excuse and opted to go home and jack off to the thought of you instead. How you'd look on his bed face down ass up, panties pulled to the side, waiting for him so eagerly.
That night as he stared at the wall, post-orgasm, he decided the next time he saw you he'd finally ask you out.
That was about a month ago. Many small talks and late night masturbation sessions later, he once again decided he'd make his move.
He was so sure it'd go well. Except the smirk was wiped right off his face when he walked into the store.
There you were leaned over the counter, head resting on your hand, giggling, as some stupid white-haired gym bro flirted with you. Yeah he was your age, objectively hot, tall, toned, and sounded like a charming guy, but were you seriously into him?
Your eyes met Toji's for a second and looked away immediately. You didn't even greet him like you always did. Baffled, he walked around the store, pretending to browse the shelves.
His eyes were back on you when he heard the guy ask for your number. They watched the way you smiled and bit your lip when you typed it into his phone. Once the guy left he made his way to you.
"So, m'gone for a week and you get a boyfriend?" he asked, trying his hardest to keep his tone playful.
"Please, he's not my boyfriend" you scoffed. "But, you think I have a chance? He's pretty cute isn't he?"
"Sure, whatever."
"Oh wow Toji, are you jealous of him?" you teased.
"All I'm sayin' is, you could do better than some gym freak."
"Hmm, who would you suggest then?" You leaned in closer. He saw you wore white lace tonight.
"Just– y'know, a guy who'll treat you right."
"Well he seemed really nice to me."
"Yeah, seemed. He's probably a fuckin' loser." Toji mumbled the last part, as if trying to convince himself. He noticed you looked confused. "I just mean— you need someone more...experienced, who knows what they're doing with a pretty thing like you."
"Experienced how, exactly?" You cocked your head to the side.
Toji let out a low whistle, "What time are you off tonight doll?" It was a rhetorical question. He knew what time you were off and you knew he knew what time you were off.
So you stayed silent. And despite wanting to come across as confident you bit the inside of your cheek.
The bell above the door rang as another customer entered, his cue to leave.
"I'll be waiting then." and with that he walked out of the store.
You were restless the rest of your shift. You rechecked your appearance nearly 10 times during the last 20 minutes. You reapplied your lipgloss and did one final spritz of your perfume before heading out.
You saw a lone car in the parking lot. You noticed Tojis hand resting outside the window, a cigarette in between his fingers. He put it out as he waved you over.
You got into the passengers seat, shaky, thighs squeezed shut. Toji noticed.
"Relax babe, I can just give you a ride home, call it a night if that's what you want."
"No– i'm fine." you gulped.
"Look m'not gonna force you to do anything you don't want–" he was cut off when you pulled at his shirts collar, bringing him in for a kiss. You moaned into it almost immediately, feeling his tongue sliding into your mouth, pressing against yours.
You kissed along his jaw and neck with your hands snaking through his hair, slowly making their way onto his belt.
"Well fuck, you're impatient." he hissed.
You unbuttoned his pants, fingers working fast to pull down his fly and make their way below his boxers. He let out a groan as you released his cock, hand wrapping around him a bit too tightly.
He cupped your jaw, thumb pressing into your cheek as he turned your face to his. "Have you done this before?" you gave a weak nod and Toji raised a brow.
"Well– one time.."
"That's ok. Just, go slow." He gathered your hair in his hands, moving it out of the way. "Spit."
You obeyed and watched as the glob of spit fell from your mouth and onto the head of his cock, dribbling down. You did it again then used your hand to jerk him off.
"Yeah, like that” he moaned, growing harder with each stroke.
Realizing there was no point in being shy anymore, you pressed kisses along his length and swirled your tongue around the tip.
You went slow, allowing yourself to adapt to his girth. Not even half of his dick was in your mouth before you felt a slight ache. Pushing through, you took more of him in. Tongue flat and jaw slacked, you were gagging as he repeatedly hit the back of your throat.
You would have been embarrassed to hear yourself make such lewd noises but Toji’s grip on your hair got tighter and his groans got louder.
One hand worked to stroke what you couldn't fit while the other massaged his balls.
“Shit—you’re doing so good.”
Unable to respond, you simply took more of him down your throat. The gags coming out of you, the drool dribbling down his cock, the wetness between your thighs—it was all so sloppy.
Seeing that you had adjusted well to him, Toji pushed your head lower and bucked his hips into your mouth, chasing his high. He moaned and grunted as he came. His cum spurted into the back of your throat, catching you slightly off guard. You did your best to swallow what you could.
Toji pulled you up by your hair, a string of saliva connecting your mouth with his cock. He admired the way your swollen lips glistened with a mix of your spit and his cum. He wiped a drop from your chin with his finger and nudged it between your lips. Teary-eyed, you sucked his finger clean, licking your lips for any remnants.
"Fuck sweetheart, c'mere" he urged you to get on top of him.
You removed your jeans and kicked off your shoes before making your way over. Toji helped you remove your shirt. Like he had seen hours prior you wore a white bra with lace accents. He admired the way it hugged your tits so well.
Unlike in his fantasies, you didn't wear a matching lingere set beneath your work clothes, but he didn't mind at all. In the end he'd still get to take off your bra and slide off your panties, maybe take the pair as a keepsake.
Straddling him now, he brought his fingers to rub circles over your clothed cunt while burrowing his face into your neck.
"You smell– so fuckin' sweet" he inhaled your scent, kissing the sensitive spots along your neck.
Toji unhooked your bra and with a strong grip on your hips pulled you against him so your pussy rested against his cock.
He dove in between your breasts and used his tongue to lick and suck at your nipples. “And you're so fuckin’ soft too.”
Toji could feel you growing wetter as you continued to grind against him. Everything about you had made him grow hard again.
He pulled your panties to the side and slid a finger in between your folds, teasing your hole before pushing it in.
"It's gonna be a bit of a stretch baby, think you can take it?" He pumped the finger in and out of you, feigned worry in his voice.
“Please Toji— m’ready” you mewled, palming his hard on.
He helped you slide your underwear off, throwing it behind him and making a mental note to pocket it later.
Before continuing, he reached into the glove compartment and pulled out the box of condoms he'd bought that one time.
"Wait you never used them?" you asked.
"Couldn't" he kissed your cheek "Had to save em' for you."
You shoved him playfully as he took one out and ripped open the wrapper. You watched as he put it on.
Feeling vulnerable, you tugged at his shirt so that he could take it off. When he did you trailed your hands across his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles you had ogled at for months. You took him in, fingers brushing against scars that seemed to litter his body. You pressed soft kisses over them before giving him another opened mouth kiss.
As you made out, Toji lifted your hips and aligned his cock with your entrance. He went slow, giving you time to adapt. Brows furrowed, you moaned into his mouth as he pushed in inch by inch. When he bottomed out you pulled away to catch your breath. Like he had warned, it was a stretch your body wasn't used to. Unlike your fingers, his cock left you feeling full.
With your hands holding onto his shoulders you began to rock your hips forward, trying to overcome the slight ache. Slowly but surely your hips lifted off of him and came back down, eventually finding a rhythm that felt good.
Tojis hands toyed with your nipples, pinching and flicking them as he pleased. He loved the way your tits moved as you bounced on his dick.
"Ohh fuck! S-so– big! Feels so good" The plap of skin and your moans filled the car. In pure bliss your head was thrown back and your nails dug into his shoulders.
Each time you came back down Toji thrusted into you, making the head of his cock hit that spongey spot inside you, which had you squealing.
He kissed and sucked the exposed skin on your neck, leaving hickeys that you'd probably have to cover up for your shift tomorrow.
"Think that loser could make you feel this good?" Toji couldn't fathom anyone else but himself being balls deep inside you. To think that guy could've had this exact view of your tits bouncing in his face, your pussy swallowing him whole– it pissed him off.
"No–" you shook your head, panting "Never."
"Yeah, probably couldn't even find the clit." he scoffed as his thumb began rubbing circles around yours.
"Haah!" your fingers dug deeper into his shoulders, overwhelmed by the added sensation.
You were close to your orgasm and Toji could feel it by the way your cunt spasmed around him. The fingers on your clit became more frantic as you continued to ride him.
His free hand found its way back to your breast, squeezing and taking your nipple between his fingers. Every part of you was receiving attention. His tip hitting your g-spot, his fingers working on your swollen bud, and your tits being played with, it was enough to push you over the edge.
You came hard, body shaking with your pussy greedily trying to milk Toji's dick. "Ngh! yesyesyes fuck–" you buried your face into his neck, trying to catch your breath.
He removed one hand to recline the car seat. You fell forward, with your chest pressed against his and your ass in the air.
He groped your ass, spreading and holding it in place so that he could fuck up into you with vigor.
You were left drooling and whining against his chest, unable to form a single coherent thought as he drilled his cock into you.
"Shit baby, m'gonna cum" he moaned. And with a couple more thrusts into your pussy he did, filling up the condom.
Of course, Toji would have preferred to fill your needy cunt up instead, watch globs of his cum leak out of it. But kids were fucking expensive and getting you to cream around his cock was good enough, so, he'll manage.
He lowered your bottom half, still inside you.
“Next time” he panted into your ear “m’gonna take you home, and pound this pretty pussy through the mattress”
"N-next..time?" you huffed.
"Yeah, gonna take you out on a proper date.." he stroked your cheek "Then i'll take you home and give you a proper fuck. How does that sound?"
"Sounds perfect" you mumbled against him, tired and worn out, eyes fluttering shut.
