Nanami reading Thirst Tweets
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FINALLY SOME NANAMI X READER X TOJI FOOD!!!
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Our Sweet Wife
Nanami Ă Reader Ă Toji
Bonus chapter
You had been promised to the prince of the kingdom before you were even born. You knew this day would come, it was inevitable. You'd been trained how to be a consort from the minute you could walk in a straight line. Classes upon classes on etiquette, history, diction, even on how to walk and dress worthy of a royal consort.
What you didn't know was that the kingdom was ruled by not one, but two princes.
Born to different mothers, they were as different as night and day. Toji was as dark as a moonless night: pitch black hair, jade green eyes, scars to commemorate every ruthless battle he'd been in. Kento was fair as a summer's day: light blonde hair, erudite, there was no one in the kingdom who could win against him in a battle of wits.
Everyone expected the half-siblings to fight it out for their birthright, possibly ending in one's death. But surprising everyone, even their own late father, the brothers had joined forces. Brawn and brains, together their kingdom prospered. They shared every victory, every decision.
And now they're going to share you.
Their promised bride.
*******
"Relax Kento, this is not the first time we've been with a woman," Toji drawled lazily from the couch he was lounging on.
"Of course not. But you have to admit this is different. In all aspects. She's a princess. She was literally raised to be a consort to a king. A king, singular," Kento's voice rose a pitch as he got his thoughts out, "We do not know how she will accept us."
"She knows what she's getting into, Kento," Toji responds, his voice low and comforting, "Just be ourselves, that's all we need to do."
"But..." Kento's protest was cut short by the guard announcing your arrival.
"The Lady Consort, your graces," announces the guard, as you're ushered into the grand bed chamber. You keep your head low, the cloak covering your head and most of your body. Not that you were wearing much, a simple lace nightgown was what your handmaidens dressed you in.
An outfit designed and selected to confirm a consummation.
The guard turns on his heel and leaves, and you're left standing there, goosebumps rising on your arms as you feel eyes on you. You slowly raise your head to see them.
Your husbands. Plural.
*******
Toji moved first. For a man his size, he was extremely light on his feet. He flips the hood off your head and snaps the cloak off your body in seconds.
You stare at his face, taking in his green eyes, the sinful smirk, that slight scar across his lips.
"She's certainly a feast for the eyes, Kento," he says to the blonde man behind him.
Kento moves behind you, a reassuring hand at your lower back, trying to stare down the wolfish grin that grows on Toji's face as he drinks you in, "I apologize for my brother. Restraint is not one of his virtues."
"He's right, but the things I can give you while restraining you..." Toji responds suggestively.
You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry. But you feel a warmth bloom in you belly in the position you find yourself in.
Between two strong men, their scent and voices making your senses heady.
You know what's going to happen tonight. You'd fought a silent dread for years now, wondering how you'd muster courage on your consummation night.
Maybe you wouldn't have to. Your husbands look like they know just what to do with you.
"Maybe a bath first?" Kento suggests, breaking you out of your thoughts.
"Wonderful idea, as always, brother," Toji says as he walks towards the bath chamber, stripping off his clothes along the way.
Your face heats up as you catch a glimpse of his toned back muscles.
"He's a bit of an exhibitionist. Don't let it get to you," Kento says, trying to ease your mind. "We've been so looking forward to seeing you since the ceremony last month. Our lovely bride. I hope you'll be happy in our kingdom."
Kento's smooth voice quiets your nerves and you let him lead you towards the bath chamber.
Where Toji already sits in the giant tub of warm, sudsy water.
"How about Kento gets in, and then you take your time to disrobe and join us?" Toji suggests, his eyes glinting with mischief, "Would that be easier for you, princess?"
You did not miss the teasing tone stroking the way he called you princess. You'd been called that your entire life, but never in that tone.
You dart behind the changing screen and peek through the gaps to see Kento undress and enter the bath.
"Any time now, princess, we're waiting!"
You slowly emerge from behind the screen, the skin of your face and chest blooming colour as heat and shyness shoot through you. You remember your lessons and walk perfectly poised right into the bath, where the men promptly move towards either side of you.
The warm water, the desire rising through your body, the heat radiating off your husbands' skin....you were close to passing out.
"Take a sip. It'll cool you down," Kento passes you a goblet of chilled wine which you gratefully drink.
The alcohol flows through you, calming your nerves, you lean back and let the warm water soothe your muscles.
*******
Toji's thumb touches your chin and he gently moves your face closer to his. "May I kiss the bride now, princess?" You nod and his lips press against yours, his warm tongue licking the seams of your mouth seeking entry. You open and moan deliciously as Toji kisses you like he's tasting you.
You feel his hand move towards your stomach, your hands shoot out and grab Kento's for support.
"Skittish little thing," Toji whispers against your lips. Kento takes your hand and kisses his way to your neck. You turn to him, a moan caught in your throat, let out when he kisses you just as deeply if not more.
Kento tastes like the sweet wine he gave you. You try to mimic the movement of his tongue and he hums in approval. He moves down, kissing your jaw and your neck, grazing his teeth along the lobe of your ear. You let out a small whine as you feel Toji's breath on the other side of your neck before his teeth gently grazed the skin.
"Princess, are you getting all hot and bothered?" Toji whispers in your ear.
You feel your cheeks redden as you realise that you need more. More hands touching you. More of their lips against your skin.
Kento takes your lips in his again while Toji gently tells you, "I'm going to touch you now. I'll be gentle, sweetheart."
You moan as you feel his rough, calloused fingers slowly flit across your thighs, higher and higher, till they reach your pussy.
"You're soaking down here, dearest," he says as his finger slowly move into your pussy and stroke your clit. You jolt, breaking Kento's kiss.
"Touch her with me, Kento. Let's give our wife her first taste of pleasure," Toji says, not breaking eye contact with you.
"Anything for our sweet wife," says Kento as his fingers easily finds Toji's, but moves lower towards your opening. He gently eases in a finger, making you buck up.
The sensations were too much, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you, making your legs weak. Toji kept rubbing slow circles on your clit, increasing the pressure every now and again, whispering the dirtiest things you'd ever heard and moving his tongue along the shell of your ear. Kento's finger touched places inside you that you'd never dreamed could bring you such pleasure.
You lean back, their voices and touch going to your head, making you dizzy with want. "I--- I'm going to cum..please I..I can't," you gasp out.
"What lovely first words to hear from our wife, eh?" Toji snickers teasingly as he rubs your clit faster and faster. He wraps a strong arm around your waist to ground you as Kento slips in another finger and moves it in a come hither motion, touching that perfect bundle of nerves inside you.
You come apart as your orgasm hits. Your body goes stiff as your moan wantonly, burying your head against Toji's shoulder.
He holds you as you come down from your high. You lift your head to see Kento licking his fingers clean of your slick. Your eyes widen in embarrassment as Toji tells you, "The night's only beginning, sweet thing."
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Being a writer your brain is either
A) STUFFED TO BURSTING with ideas you have no clue what to do with or how to make them make sense
or
B) It's a black hole that devours every inkling of creativity in your cells and you are just hoping it'll consume you too
THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN
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Damn, you ate this dooowwwwwn! I'm hella invested!
Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Black Fem Reader
CW: Profanity, Light Angst, Alcohol Consumption, Explicit Sexual Content, Missionary, Cowgirl, Fingering, Fingersucking, Cunnilingus, Slight Dom Reader (not much), Car Sex, Bathroom Sex
WC: ~16k (It's long so get some snacks)
Summary:Â
Maybe you're single for a reason.
Youâre too outspoken and mean to men, too demanding with your expectations, and you refuse to settle for less.
For the ones who aren't worth the air they breathe, you chew them up and spit them out. You savor the taste so you know what to avoid the next time.
So when he looks down at you with that devilish smirk and calls you 'Princess', you're determined to prove that Toji Fushiguro is no exception.
Notes: Hello! This is my first fic with Toji and I'm nervous to get it out here. The setting of this fic and the elements I incorporated connect a lot with my own childhood and the memories (not the interactions in this fic) that I had at family cookouts and get-togethers. Reblogs, likes, or comments are always appreciated! Happy reading!
Dividers: @royallaesthetics @eloquentmoon Header: myself (stability.ai)
Masterlist | Ao3 | Twitter | **Sequel**
**Do not plagiarize any of my works or translate without my permission!**
âCan I get you a drink, princess?â
When you meet Toji Fushiguro for the first time, itâs on the fourth of July at your uncleâs house. Itâs a big get-together at a two-story house located in the countryside. Every year he opens up his spacious home for a gathering of your extended family to bring excessive amounts of alcohol, play old school rap and R&B too loudly, devour delicious fucking food, and set off fireworks that have been collected since the beginning of the year.Â
Your uncle has already made a home by the grill and taken control of the speakers after one of your younger cousins attempted to play something âa little too racyâ for his tastes. Youâre pretty sure it was an Ice Cube song from the 90s that your uncle hates but is too proud to admit, so he lectures your cousin about âwhat young folks should be listening toâ instead.Â
The smell of hamburgers and ribs has been teasing your nose for the past hour, and your hunger is borderline unbearable with each sniff. You avoid the allure of the long table of food because if you look, youâll be three plates in before the meat is done. Thereâs coleslaw, baked beans, greens, and macaroni and cheese. Your favorite aunt also brought her potato salad and you know sheâs going to make yellow cake with chocolate frosting fresh before the fireworks. You love it so much and you were deprived of it last year when you were called in to work at the last minute. You will get some today.
The backyard is expansive and well-maintained, and your cousins and aunts have already laid their claim on swanky cushions of the nice patio furniture.Â
The one cousin youâre closest to in age and personality sits next to you on a large blanket a few yards away from the rising volume of your extended family. You were able to get a good ten minutes of conversation from her before her fiancĂŠ showed up and made a home inside of her mouth.
Your family normally has something to say about PDAâa stupid quip about acting âtoo grownâ even though you are both knocking on the door of thirty. But she doesnât careâjust like you, thatâs why you like her so much even though her fiancĂŠ is sucking on her face like itâs his last day on Earth.
Shiu Kong is niceâgentle in his own way and carries himself with a bored air that seems to pull your cousin in. Heâs enamored with her, practically folds in on himself when sheâs around, and worships the ground she walks on. Theyâve been together for a few years and youâve never had a problem with him.
But that just might change today because heâs brought along a friend who has already ignited a flame of arousal and annoyance deep within your belly. From the moment Toji Fushiguro stepped into the backyard with Shiu, your family was transfixed. Your aunts canât stop ogling, and your uncles and male cousins try to jokingly size him up.
âOh honey why donât you sit down, donât be shy. Lemme get you something to drink.â
âThatâs not steroids? Itâs gotta be. Donât play.â
âHow much you bench?â
Itâs annoying. So fucking annoying but you canât help but agree. Heâs a little olderâmaybe early thirtiesâbut dangerously attractive.
Raven hair that reaches his ears, looks unbelievably soft and falls over emerald green eyes. A grey shirt hugs him too fucking deliciously for your comfort and dark jeans hug an ass thatâs too fucking juicy. Heâs a big manâa burly man and unfortunately, thatâs how you like them.
Big, burly like a bear, respectful, and capable of making you feel small and protected but also valuing and worshipping you as a woman. Unfortunately, such men are hard to come by because you tend to intimidate them. You donât tolerate disrespect in any form and quickly put men in their place if they try to undermine, belittle, or confuse protection with control. You know what you want, and you refuse to settle for less.Â
They canât stand it.
And right now, you canât stand Toji. As he looks down at you with a well-worn smirk on his face, a smirk that suggests he has plenty of experience in situations like this, your irritation grows. Heâs a smooth talker, confident in almost everything he says. His voice is deep, but melodic in a strangely feminine way that makes his words slide like silk down your back, and the minute you heard it, your thighs threatened to rub together.Â
Definitely a smooth talker. But the nickname you donât care for.Â
Princess.
Like youâre a dainty little thing who will bat her eyelashes and call him Daddy. It makes your walls of self-defense rise even higher, and the gentle smile you had given Shiu when he first said hello moments ago transforms into the beginnings of a frown.Â
Without hesitation, you rise to your feet, plant your wedges firm into the grass, and turn away from them before muttering, âIâm good.â
Toji simply shrugs; a gesture that annoys you even more because he doesnât offer any other reaction that satisfies you. He settles into your previously vacated spot, leaning back on his hands. The jacket on his shoulders falls open and the sight of his shirt hugging his muscles is too much for you.
You inwardly curse as your eyes wander over his physique. Thick pectorals that you could easily rub your face against and make a pillow for yourself to sleep on stretch the fabric in a way that youâre sure itâll rip. Abdominals tease just below the surface of his shirt that clings to him like a second skin. You want to lick between each one, press your teeth into the hard skin to make him wince and beg as you count each one.
Four, six, eight?Â
Fuck.
You donât show how you want to straighten your spine against the chill of being caught staring. That smirk is on his face again, tugging at the corner of his mouth. Thereâs a scar on the right side that slashes vertically over his top and bottom lip and you dislike the arousal that begins to boil between your legs from the sight. You wonder how he got it. If it was a fight, did he win? The thought of him wrestling another man to the floor and taking a cut to the face in the process shouldnât arouse you, but god it does.Â
His eyes make you think of moss as you watch them slide up your body, and it almost feels like invisible hands caressing you. Theyâre large and pale, littered with scars along the knuckles as they glide up your exposed chocolate legs, dip between your inner thighs, and caress the curves of your hips.
âSee something you like?âÂ
Heâs ogling you but has the nerve to try and put you on the spot? You have enough self-control to let logic worm through the rising lust inside of you. You sneer down at him, sharp enough for Shiu to visibly pale and your cousin to giggle at.
âTo be honest, I donât really see much.â
You donât give him a chance to retort and you pretend not to hear the soft hum of nonchalance he throws back. You walk away from them, turning just in time to shield the way your eyes widen at the feel of your face and neck prickling with heat.
The moment you close the bathroom door inside your uncleâs house, the breath trapped within your lungs escapes in a rush. You press your forehead against the wood and the coolness of it offers only little relief to the burning of your skin.Â
You turn your head and press your cheek against the wood so the cold surface can slide along your cheek as you open your eyes to take in your reflection.
Of course, Toji would ogle you. Youâre confident enough to know your beauty.
A red sundress that hugs your curves, stops at your mid-thighs. Knotless braids with curled ends are piled on top of your head in a loose bun with a few strands that spill along your hairline.
Youâre good-looking. But youâve been out of practice with a man for a long time. Your last relationship ended when you caught him balls-deep in your coworker. Youâre too shy to pursue a one-night stand and not detached enough for a situationship.Â
However, you could risk it all for Toji and you hate that youâre entertaining the thought. You hate that youâre imagining him barging into the bathroom, bending you over the counter, and taking you from behind with his large hand digging into the small of your back and whispering how much of a good girl you are as you beg him to cum.
God, get yourself together.
To calm yourself down, you find solace in your uncleâs quiet kitchen. Thereâs only one person occupying it, your favorite aunt, who is heavily pregnant and working on the yellow cake that youâve been thinking about all day. You use the opportunity to distract yourself and take over for her, shooing her away to relax in the backyard.Â
You crack an egg against the off-white countertop, fractures splitting up the sides before spilling its contents into the silver mixing bowl in front of you. A self-deprecating thought slithers in your ears, and whispers loudly with wicked intention.Â
Toji wouldnât want a woman like you.
Youâre too outspoken and mean to men, too demanding with your expectations. It pushes them all away, and although you normally take pride in keeping away those who arenât worth your time, it can get lonely.Â
To see your ex actively cheating on you was icing on a cake that was slowly cooking in an oven of your own self-doubt. You have standards, and while your friends consider you the voice of reason in their misfortunes with men, most members of your family think youâre too picky. Youâre too much work, âyou think you know everythingâ.Â
âMen will always have a wandering eye, itâs up to you to keep them in check, girl.â
âHoney, I love you, but the more you pick apart a man, the less he will want to be around you.â
âThey love it when you cook for them, girl. Take care of your man and keep him fed and youâll keep him forever.â
Bullshit.
Itâs bullshit to take care of a man in the same way his own mother does. Itâs bullshit to lose all sense of self and independence, to wait on a man when he gives you less than nothing in returnâwhen he can hardly give you the bare minimum. You donât mind cooking for a man who takes care of you, who loves and values you, who would never hold you back and would encourage you when you can hardly encourage yourself.
But all the good ones are in relationships now, married with a few kids, and in your resolve to stay strong and weed out the bad to find the good, itâs left you a little bitter.
Most black families are old school, and yours is no exception. They hold âfor better or worseâ a little too close to their heart. They cling to an ideal that a man runs the household down to the basics in a way that makes you uneasy and in your defense, you snap when youâre backed into a corner.
You love them, you truly do, but they probably will never understand just how aware you are of the world and how little you are willing to put up with the problematic things that others consider normal.
Your ex was great at first. But he got comfortable. And when he got comfortable, he got lazy, a little too controlling, and a little too frustrated when you asked for certain things in the bedroom. The only person who knows about your breakup is your mother, who had the gall to be out of the country for work, leaving you to fend for yourself for today.Â
You watch as the batter spills on each side of your wooden spoon, parting and then falling back together like sand. In your reverie, you donât notice a few of your relatives who have now entered the kitchen and are roaming through the fridge. You can hear one of your least favorite auntsâthe bitchy oneâplayfully joking with someone, and whatever drivel comes out of her mouth makes that person laugh. Itâs deep and suave enough to make a tingle of electricity stutter down your spine because you know itâs him.
Refusing to look in their direction, you continue mixing the batter until the lumps disappear.
âYou been hiding in this kitchen for awhile now,â your aunt begins, Atlanta accent the most grating itâs ever been as she turns her gaze toward you. âYouâre normally a little more talkative when your man is here. He not coming?â
There is not a trace of genuine concern in her tone. You and her bicker often; she presses your buttons and then gets mad when you press back. Your exâs infidelity is ammunition you donât want to give her, but being caught in a lie is something she would only treasure more to use against you later.Â
You clear your throat and turn the spoon in the batter once, then twice before answering without looking her way.
âNo, he actually came inside of my coworker a few weeks ago. So we split up.â
You can feel the noise before you hear itâa characteristic and sharp âmmmâ that seems to be ingrained in your familyâs DNA. It makes your grip tighten on the wooden spoon, and you scrape along the bottom of the bowl until it screeches on the metal.
âYou gotta watch out for this one, Toji. Sheâs always been an outspoken one. Too good for âem all and likes to be a little mean to her men.â
You scrape harder and then turn to her, a sickly sweet smile plastered on your face.Â
âYouâre right. The fact that I wonât settle for someone who will get bored with me after a few years makes me way too good for them. Should have turned the other cheek just like you did with your last husband. OrâŚwas it the one before him?â
You catch the way Toji pulls his lips in to bite down on them, scar twitching as he fights to hold in a snicker.
Your aunt glares at you, purses her lips, and turns them to the side before pulling in a noise that has been passed down for generations. Her mother and her motherâs mother used the very same tactic to strike fear and insignificance in their children when they talked back. Itâs a sucking of air between her teeth and the sound makes years of discipline from your own mother flash in your mind like youâre in the trenches of war.Â
You know she wants to say something, and you can taste the âyou always got something to sayâ in the air before Toji slides from his perch against the counter and places a hand on your auntâs shoulder.
âLetâs get you a drink, huh? Didnât you say you wanted me to try the beer you brought in?â She throws you a knowing glare before letting Toji lead her away; because if there is one thing that will distract her from showing out, itâs letting a good-looking man touch her.
The shaking in your hands helps you sift in the dry ingredientsâa mix of sugar, flour, and baking sodaâinto the batter. The breaths through your nostrils are heavy and thick with anger, and the corners of your eyes sting with heat. You whip the batter harder than necessary, your auntâs words replaying in your mind like a broken record.
Donât cry. Donât fucking cry. Donâtâ
The sight of a can of hard seltzer pressing onto the counter in front of you makes the ramblings in your mind stop. Familiar long fingers unfurl from the can and slide on the counter, their fingertips touching the edges of your mixing bowl in an effort to get to you.
âI would have given you a bottle of beer. But I had a feeling you might bash it over your auntâs head.â Heâs not wrong, and in your frustrated state, you consider his defense admirable. âI like a fight, but Iâm a guest and the food looks good.âÂ
Your grip on the spoon loosens slightly as Toji leans casually against the refrigerator, arms crossed over bulging biceps that stretch the short sleeves of his shirt. His jacket is now gone, and you canât help but notice the veins in his forearms that protrude, tempting you to lick against them.
It takes the sheer will to tear your eyes away and focus on pouring the batter into the bundt cake mold, observing as it fills the intricate crevices.Â
âSo he cheated? Most men are pigs.â
âBut not you, huh?â you canât help but retort, shaking the mold to disperse the air pockets that bubble on the surface.
In your peripheral, he shrugs. âI know what I like in a woman and once I get what I want, it makes no sense to look somewhere else unless she wants me gone. Iâm a manâŚbut Iâm a loyal man.â
When you meet his emerald gaze, you can see a hint of pain and vulnerability that unsettles you, tilts you back on your heels from the force of his honesty. You reach for the can of seltzer and take a long swig to give yourself time to get your thoughts in order. The carbonation is sweet and fizzles along the sides of your tongue and down your throat.Â
âSo what is it you like in a woman, Toji?â
Itâs a question that probably should have been left untouched, but your curiosity overpowers your restraint. You donât want to go back outside, because if your aunt is still feeling particularly petty, she will say something that will only make you leave. And you donât feel like letting your family win today.Â
Tojiâs strong gaze certainly isnât helping. Those invisible hands slide along the crevices and dips of your body, stroking the small of your back before pressing featherlight against the back of your neck. The hairs rise in response, your skin prickling with gooseflesh.Â
Unexpectedly, he pushes off the refrigerator and walks closer to you, and youâre too shocked to back away. Despite his imposing stature, you know he wonât harm you. Thereâs something about him thatâs warm and inviting, soft and tender even though his exterior is hard lines and muscle. The two of you are now mere inches apart, and the air feels thin as if youâve reached the summit of a mountain and struggle to breathe due to the change in altitude.Â
Jet black locks graze against a rough cheek, the tips kissing the raised scar on the side of his mouth. Up close you can see his features more closely. His eyes are sharp and intense with deep green between his lids as if hiding a pearl in an oyster. Thin eyebrows make him look more serious and cutting and youâre swallowing back drool because your nose picks up a faint whiff of woodsy amber emitting from his body. It smells cheapâheâs put together in the most basic senseâbut it still smellsâŚgood.
âI like a woman who knows what sheâs about. Independent and doesnât fuck around. Smart and pretty with curves I can grab and squeeze. Someone with some sass and isnât afraid to put anyone in their place.â
He steps closer and your lungs heave in a desperate attempt to pull in air. The brush of the wall against your back makes you stutter out your exhale and you press your palms flat against the cool surface to keep you grounded.
âI like a woman with nice creamy brown skin that smells a little like the cake sheâs bakingâŚâ Through the sea of delirium, you distantly realize that heâs describing you. âThe red dress definitely is a bonus.â
That familiar smirk pulls against his lips again and your heart is thundering in your chest. You would be surprised if he couldnât see it thumping erratically beneath the skin between whatâs exposed of your cleavage.Â
But this is just another trick in their book to get you in their bed. Or in the bathroom. Or over the kitchen counter.
And as much as you want to, you canât give in. Because youâll hate yourself tomorrow.
So you tilt your chin up at him and narrow your eyes at his amused expression.Â
âDescribing me in place of your âideal womanâ? Thatâs boring. Go use it on my bitchy aunt, sheâs got fillers in her ass so thatâs more curves for you to âgrab and squeezeâ when she throws herself on you after the Hennessey kicks in.â
Tojiâs eyes widen slightly before a harsh laugh barks from his mouth. Itâs surprisingly nice on your ears and rattles the drums inside in a way that you donât dislike. He pulls away from you, giving you a few more inches of space and the altitude in the air seems to level out enough for you to take an inconspicuous deep breath.Â
âNah, nothing against fillers, but Iâm more of a natural man myself,â he admits.
âCellulite and stretch marks?â you ask with a lift of a brow, teasing butâŚmildly curious.
You watch as that smile slowly slides on his face, teeth glittering and eyebrows raising. He looks like heâs hit the jackpot.Â
âThe whole package, princess.â
Biting the inside of your cheek to suppress a smile, you push down the lingering arousal in your stomach, refusing to let it simmer. Heâs funny and you appreciate a man who loves the raw and often overlooked intricacies of a woman.
His response is disorienting, throwing you off balance, and youâre unsure of what to do next. Your usual response is to talk back, to take delight in a man fumbling when his own cards have been turned against him. But you canât think of anything right now.Â
You move around him to place the bundt cake mold into the oven, setting a timer with the plastic buttons above the stove. Snatching the seltzer from the counter, you lean back against the oven, putting a considerable distance between the two of you to think.Â
Toji mimics your movements, retreating to the fridge to relax against it, folding his arms across his chest, and god he still takes up the room. Even though youâre further away, it still seems like you can smell the cologne as if itâs sitting right on the skin below your nose.
âDo your moves always work on women?â you ask before taking a good swig of your seltzer.
He shrugs in response and turns around to dig a beer from the fridge. You donât bother to hold back the urge to leer at him. You want to grab his ass, listen to him squeal in surprise, and blush in embarrassment when you squeeze. The thought of digging your fingers into the skin of it as he fucks you nice and slow makes your mind short circuit, a computer rebooting and making a loud noise before frying out indefinitely.
âOn the rare occasion that I happen to use them, yes they always work. ButâŚobviously not on you.â
âIâm not easy to win over. You need to be worth my time.â Your eyes flicker up to his face before he turns around to face you.
He takes a swig of his beer and you watch the way his Adamâs apple bobs with each swallow. The column of his throat is long and pale and you want to slide your tongue along the side to taste the saltiness of his skin.
âWhatâs it going to take?â
His interest in you is admirable, and a small part of you is giddy with the attention. But youâre nervous to give him an inch when most are quick to take a mile.
âI have a name so stop calling me princess. Iâm not a royal, so unless youâre offering me land, money, or power, I donât want to hear it.â
He barks out another laugh, his thick chest shaking and eyes closing as he throws his head back. You despise how good it sounds and youâre reminded of these moments when men seem so beautiful and wonderful before the ugliest parts of them are visible.
âWhat else?â he inquires, still chuckling as he takes another long sip.
âIf youâre expecting sex from me, think again. I donât do one-night stands or friends with benefits. Itâs messy and I just donât have the strength for it.â
He seems to consider your remark as if he has no choice but to weigh your stipulation before signing a contract. Then he smirks that devilish smirk that makes your cunt pulse between your thighs when you know damn well it shouldnât. You cannot be this turned on by this man.
âNot even if I have a big dick?â he teases.
Heâs annoying and youâre mildly disgusted but still willing to banter with him, so you grimace and roll your eyes. âWhat, you want me to take a look first before I make up my mind?â
He full-on grins, the fucker. âIf thatâs what it takes.â
But in true fashion, you bounce back with your own quip. âPublic indecency is a crime and I also donât like to look at cock until after Iâve eaten something. Itâs nauseating.â
Laughter erupts from him once again, loud and boisterous that it seems to shake the oven against your back. He probably thinks youâre joking. But youâre not. Dick already looks alien. Looking at dick on purpose without any sense of arousal is pathological behavior.Â
Your heart flips in your chest when he pushes off the refrigerator again, taking a swig of his beer as he saunters to you and the sight is criminal. Your fingers dig just slightly into the metal can in your hands, a faint pop emanating from it.Â
âWhat are you bothering me for anyway,â you canât help but ask, frustration coating your words as you frown more at yourself than at Toji. âI have so many other cousins here who are single and would love to get their hands on you.â
At first, he doesnât respond, and in the silence, you struggle to take a full breath again. You donât like that heâs so close to you, but you also love the way he smells and the way he looks at you as if youâre someone and not something to fucking eat. Youâre a fucking mess.Â
His head tilts slightly, and his hair follows the movement, brushing against his cheeks as his eyes take you in instead of scrutinizing you.Â
The air feels thin again, and you ready yourself to leave when your pregnant aunt suddenly barges back into the kitchen and stops short at the scene. Toji takes a slow step back, not really bothering to fumble at being so close to you. Youâre sure he doesnât really care.
Sheâs your favorite for a reason because she understands. Sheâs not dismissive and mean and she simply smiles knowingly at you both before gesturing with her head towards the backdoor.
âTime to eat. Honey, why donât you show Toji whatâs what before your uncles steal everything.â
***
He stays close to you when you both make it outside, and you do your best to ignore your bitchy auntâs gaze from her perch in one of the patio chairs. The spread of food makes your mouth water and you waste no time grabbing a plate for yourself and absentmindedly handing Toji one as well.
âIâve never had some of this before,â he admits, and his voice is a little apprehensive from next to you as he takes everything in. It makes sense, this is probably his first cookoutâŚhis first black cookout at least. Strangely, youâre proud to be the one to guide him along.
âWhat is this?â he asks, pointing to the heavy helping of greens and ham hocks on his plate minutes later. Youâre both at a small table alone and away from the noise.
âCollard greensâŚitâs a cabbage thatâs cooked in a pot for a few hours with spices and broth. The ham hocks give it flavor, cook it before you add the greens so the meat falls off the bone better.âÂ
You bite your lip to keep from laughing as Toji gives them a wayward glance, an arch of a thin brow that makes his features more handsome than they should be, and then he takes a tentative bite before moaning sinfully in appreciation. The vertebrae of your spine lock in place, stiff with a sudden chill at the noise as you picture it slipping from his lips while you ride him until the hinges fall off.Â
You take your own bite to stop anything stupid from coming out of your mouth.
You figure he has to eat to accommodate for his size but to see it in action is something else entirely. He finishes two plates in fifteen minutes and as he makes his way to get another serving, your bitch of an aunt speaks up from across the lawn.
âWhy donât you get up and get him another plate?â
Why donât you shut the fuck up?
You grip the plastic fork in your hand tightly, digging into your diminishing potato salad and swallowing the vile that you want to throw her way.Â
Make your man a plate before you make yours, get him a drink, get him another helping so he doesnât have to, keep him fed.
Maybe this is why youâre single. You want to scream. You wantâ
âDonât listen to her. Youâre still eating, donât move,â he levels, and you donât miss the hint of irritation in his own voice as he gets up. âThe same seltzer as before?â he asks, pointing to your drink that you didnât realize was empty.
âIââ, you fumble before clearing your throat. âI like the strawberry oneâŚif thereâs any left.â
He shoots a wink your way and your body ignites with heat.
Your cousin worms her way over when Toji disappears, and you try your best to ignore the sly look on her face.
âDefending your honor from our bitchy aunt? My, my, the perfect recipe for your feminist heart.â
âShut the fuck up,â you growl, shoving the last of the potato salad in your mouth.Â
âHeâs Shiuâs best friend. Moved here from Japan a few months ago and is living in the same city as you. It could be fate? You want his number?â
âShut the fuck up,â you snap again, feeling exasperated but knowing that unless Shiu is here to stop her, she will talk until sheâs tired or youâre swinging at her.
She giggles, undeterred and gearing up for more. âHeâs single too. And youâve got all our other cousins mad as hell because he wonât leave you alone.â You donât reply, because youâre mildly intrigued and impressed with yourself. Itâs nice to have the attention from someone so attractive; itâs just figuring out if heâs genuine thatâs the headache. âWhen the music gets louder tonightâŚor when the fireworks go off, take him upstairs and fuck him onââ
âDidnât I sayâfuck you.â
She guffaws, loud and unabashed and it pulls a smile from the side of your mouth. You know she doesnât mean it, you know that at gatherings like these, youâre the black sheep and she just wants you to enjoy yourself.
âSeriously though, cousin. Shiu doesnât keep many around, but theyâve been friends since they were kids. Thatâs a good sign right?â
Thereâs some merit to it, but you still want to be careful.
And Toji Fushiguro makes it hard for you to be careful because he wants you around him all the time and is unashamed to show it.Â
Later in the night when the music is booming old school hip hop that your uncle wonât shut up about (heâs drunk), your other unclesâand a few cousins they will definitely conâhave a table already bustling with spades. At first, youâre unsure how they convinced Toji to join, but heâs partnered with one of your cousins who has no clue about the game, and you realize they just want Toji to lose so they can feel good. Â
Feeling curious, you pretend to bring Toji a beer. Heâs frowning down at the cards, irritated with his lips curled into a small scowl and your cousin is trying to act like he knows what to do, but his stupidity is palpable even from where you stand.
You offer him a beer and ignore the fact that the one on the table is still full. When he looks up at you, his sharp eyes hold you like a vice, frustration evaporating quickly before opportunity takes its place.
âHelp me.â He doesnât bother to hide the confusion in his voice and you canât help the way your stomach flips.Â
One of your uncleâs snickers. âShe doesnât know how to play.â You do. âBut she can try.â
Youâre so annoyed, and you want to snap at him but Toji is pulling you closer to him with a muscular arm before you can. Youâre in his lap before you know it, sitting precariously on a thick thigh with your back pressed against a broad chest and you canât breathe again. The fluctuating altitudes are making you lightheaded.
Any other time and you wouldnât hesitate to turn around and knock a manâs teeth in for grabbing you. But against your better judgment, you relax into Toji instead. His cheap cologne smells way too fucking good, heâs so big and warm against your body and your throat is drying up like youâve taken a big breath in the middle of the Sahara.
âDonât grab me like that,â you canât help but grumble, only mildly put off.
âI improvised.â Itâs a feeble excuse wrapped around a heavenly chuckle in your ear and you pray to whoever is listening, mentally offering up a sacrificial lamb, anything to ensure you donât drip all over his thigh. âNow help me win.â
You do. Three times. He's adamant about winning and you're sure he has a gambling problem. And if your legs go a little numb from sitting on his thigh or if you lean into the way his outside hand slides to hold the curve of your waist, you donât complain about it.
***
âYou donât dance?â Toji asks an hour later, joining you on the blanket that you occupied when you first arrived. Itâs almost sunset, and the orange of the sky covers half of the backyard as your family revels in their merriment.
You shrug at Tojiâs question, gazing at members of your family who are dancing in the yard. One of your loudest uncles is boasting about the music as he teaches one of your cousins dance steps. That used to be you so many years ago, and the moves are like muscle memory as you watch them. One of your aunts takes over the stereo, beginning what will surely be an hour of reminding everyone of the greatest hits.Â
You suddenly realize that itâs just you and Toji on the blanket. Your cousin and Shiu are off god knows where, and given her penchant for being a rebellious freak, sheâs probably riding him on your uncleâs bed. The thought makes you shudder.
âAre you cold?â he probes, pulling you out of your thoughts.
It is cooler now, but thatâs not why you were shivering. Youâre ready to tell him no, to start shaking your head even as you watch him pull his own jacket off to place it over your shoulders. His hands smooth over your shoulders and down your arms as if securing it closer to your skin and your blood boils beneath your cheeks. Your skin isnât light enough to show when youâre blushing, but youâre burning with nervousness.
âStop being so nice to me,â you hiss instinctively, regretting the words as soon as they leave your mouth. The surprise is evident on his face and you immediately feel guilty. âIâmâIâll only be mean to you in return.â
For the first time of the night, he looks angry. His eyebrows dip, the scar on his cheek twists with the harsh frown on his lips and he gives a severe âtchâ that makes you gape at him. âWhy because youâre mean to men?â he snaps, impatient and free of any tease.Â
It raises your hackles instantly, and youâre talking back before you know it. âExactly. So why donât you take a hint and stop trying to get into my pantsââ
You feel a rough finger on the side of your cheek turn you further towards him, preventing you from looking at anything else.
âYou just donât like bullshit. Stop acting up and let me be nice to you.âÂ
For once, you donât have anything to say even though your hand is twitching with the urge to slap the words from his mouth. You want to. Itâs easy for you to fight back and push them away, youâre good at it. But you canât fight the way his gaze seems to calm you down against your better judgment.
You pull your face from his hold and roll your shoulders, sliding out of his sharp gaze and turning back to your lively family. One of your cousins is arguing about why the Cowboys didnât make it into the playoffs, and now everyone has something to say.
You pull in a deep breath, scolding yourself to relax just a little. He hasnât been so bad, and youâre not one to make things intentionally difficult if a man is honestly trying. Youâre still apprehensive about his intentionsâŚbut he is trying without being a beast. So you exhale your frustrations into the July air, calm down so your heart can steady its frantic pounding from the lingering scent of his cologne, and dig your fingers into your uncleâs well-kept grass.
âFine. If I let you be nice to meâŚwhat would be the next thing you would say?â
You canât look at him, but you feel his eyes on your body as you pluck a few blades of grass from the soil. The strands slide against the pads of your fingertips, rough and threatening to cut, before fluttering in the breeze when you release them.Â
Heâs grabbing you again, tenderly but possessively, sliding you into his embrace so your back is to his muscular chest, his chin rests on the side of your temple and his arms wrap around your waist. Your heart is back to leaping in your chest, pumping loud and fast in your ears, drowning out the music and arguing as if youâre underwater.
âHow about you tell me about your family?â he suggests, voice unmuffled through the thickness of your hearing.
Itâs a random ask, as if he wants to impress them, as if youâve been dating for a long period of time and he wants to be prepared to meet them for the first time. The thought doesnât leave a bad taste in your mouth, even though you know it would never be a reality anyway. You donât know if heâs just joking and frankly, the feel of him against you is warmer than his jacket on your shoulders and you donât want to leave.
So, if it means he can stay put, you give in. You tell him about your aunts, uncles, and cousinsâwhere they are from and what they do. You share your traditions when you all get together and the small intricacies you all share. Itâs incredibly personalâŚmaybe even too intimate. But he listens, and hums to let you know heâs paying attention, and asks you questions as you talk.
Eventually, his cheek rests on the crown of your head against your braids and you surprisingly donât mind at all. When you notice his arms wrapped around you, you get a better view of the scars on his arms and fingers, and there is a rising urge to ask how he got each one.
âSo sheâs been married twice?â his voice is low in your ear so you can only hear him in the noisy backyard. His breath smells faintly of the beer he finished an hour ago, and it slides along the skin of your neck hot and thick. You resist the urge to cant your neck to the side to give his breath more room to roam.
You nod. âShe got the fillers after the first husband. Those brought in the second husband. Then he left her for some girl in Cali.â
âCali?â he questions, confused.
You snort softly. âCalifornia.â You elbow him and the bone slides against hard muscle. Dammit. âYou donât know your states?â
âIâm foreign, not stupid.â The laugh that bubbles from your chest is sharp and you canât help the smile that pulls against your cheeks from it. âI know my states!â He sounds truly annoyed and for some reason that makes you laugh harder. âFlorida, Kansasââ
âIâm not asking you to prove yourself!â you sputter around a giggle, shaking in his embrace. But heâs not listening.
âMontana, New YorkâŚthereâs another oneâŚthe big one.â
You gawk, turning just a little to crane your head up at him. He looks down at you with an embarrassed expression, his cheeks a little rosy even though his lips are flickering with the urge to laugh.Â
âI beg your finest pardonâŚthe big one?â
The side of his face twists in the nastiest way, and heâs angry at being questioned. âDonâtâitâs the one down below!â
âIn relation to what?â
His eyes narrow, emerald barely noticeable between thick lashes. You can sense his hold on you tightening slightly, his chest stutters in a huff and you realize with rising glee that heâs pouting. Normally you would revel in thisâŚbutâ
âTexas,â you find yourself speaking up at him, voice soft and gentle on the edges. âThe big one down below is Texas.â
He simply hums, his chest vibrating against your back, but his gaze is smoldering, taking you in and dipping down to your lips before flickering back up your eyes. Youâre too hot now, his jacket against your skin too suffocating, your heart beating too fast against your ribcage.
You hate just how rebellious you like to be. âWhat, you gonna kiss me?â
The challenge is fleeting across his features and he leans down so quickly that you donât have time to react. Your stomach flips with irritation at the implication that he would take from you without asking, and suddenly, you no longer want him touching you.
âI wouldnât take it without asking,â he whispers in the small space between you both as if reading your thoughts. The tips of his raven locks brush against your cheek, thereâs a slight kink in your neck from how you are looking up at him, but heâs so close that you donât care. One of his hands skims up from your waist, caressing the curve of your ribs, and his thumb teasingly runs along the underside of your clothed breast. His touch is reactive in you, and you angle your body further into his actions. His gaze remains locked on yours, absorbing your very being without doing a thing and youâre fighting to stay in control.
âSo can I?â he asks, voice deep with temptation. âKiss you?â
You swallow the bucket of drool that has somehow pooled in the back of your throat in seconds. The thumping of your heart no longer fills your ears, replaced now by a deafening ringing, spurred by your growing desire as you open your mouth to respond.Â
âIâŚdependsâŚare you any good?â
He nonchalantly shrugs, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as his scarred lips twist into a smirk. Heâs completely calm and you can tell if you told him no, he would leave it alone entirely. But heâs enjoying this, you can see it all over his face.
âJuryâs still out.â
You donât trust yourself to say âyesâ. Some part of you feels like if it comes out of your mouth, it will sound too desperate and you want to stay in control as much as you can. But, you could give yourself this. Youâve earned it. Just one kiss and then you could hide away until the fireworks and then use the noise as a cover to leave. After all, heâs hot. Heâs been so nice and honest and the warning siren in your mind has long faded.
You deserve a reward.
So you nod, stiffly but enough for him to notice, and the air seems to thin out again when he leans in a little more.
âToji!â one of your uncles calls out, severing through the heavy cloud of lust between you both like a knife. You recoil from his touch, his touch now only making you itchy, and you pull from his embrace so that his arms unravel and his jacket slides off your shoulders. The cooler air is freezing this time against your skin. âCome help me with the fireworks, would you?â
You donât pay attention to his response, because youâre already up on your feet and making your way inside the house. Your body floods with the embarrassment and shame of being caught by your familyâŚkissing a man that youâve just met. You know you shouldnât careâŚbut itâs so easy for their behavior to rub off on you when you feel vulnerable.
***
Thankfully, no one is in the kitchen when you finally make it inside. The music dulls down when you close the backyard door and the ringing in your ears is now silent.Â
You resolve to stay inside until the fireworks go off. No one is really paying attention to you anywayâmost of them are drunk, others too absorbed in the music and gossip so itâs a perfect chance for you to duck away and show your face again next year.
Should you tell Toji goodbye?
No.
No, you hardly know the man. Just a few hours in good company and a kiss that almost happened that you probably would have let escalate. You probably would have let his tongue slide into your mouth. Probably would have let him pull you into one of the spare rooms, eat you out until youâre seeing stars, and then bend you over the edge of the bed to fuck you until heâ
For fuckâs sake.
You yank open one of the kitchen cabinets in search of a glass. You need water because your body is piping hot. Thereâs a sheen of sweat on your neck beneath the layer of braids that fell when Toji laid his cheek on your head, and your hands are slick as they press into the counter to give you strength to peek into one of the lower shelves. Of course, the only one in the cabinet would be on the highest shelf. Of course, youâre too fucking short.
You climb onto the counter, knees digging into the off-white surface as you lift yourself up and peer into one of the higher shelves. You spot a glass, and you can have a heaping glass to cool yourself off enough to get you home. And then you can just use your vibrator once and go to sleep. Or twice. Or maybe a third time to get the thought of him out of your mind for the foreseeable future.Â
Unbeknownst to you, heâs standing behind you. You didnât even hear the back door open and close. But you catch a glimpse of a long, muscular arm reaching past your ear to grab the glass. Youâre frozen, your fingers digging into the wooden shelf, unable to turn around and face him, even though you can feel his gaze hot on your skin.
Your plan is shattered, and you have no choice but to come up with an excuse to leave him. Youâre combing through scenarios in your mind as you slowly slide down and perch yourself on the countertop, finally facing him. He places the glass on the counter, away from you, and closes the distance between you until the ridges of his clothed abs brush against your knees. His hands are searing against your skin as they rest on your knees and you watch his thumbs trace an obscure pattern with a touch that is featherlight.Â
âYour uncle interrupted us,â Toji finally speaks, his voice carrying a hint of hopefulness despite his attempt to maintain a neutral expression. His gaze, so harsh and sharp, is alluring in its own way, tempting you to relax the steady clench of your thighs.
âIt probably wasnât a good idea anyway,â you chuckle, self-deprecation rising to the surface of your skin and prickling against the pores.
âWhy not?â
Maybe because you would be too much for him and scare him away? Maybe the fear of being too demanding in bed, of not being able to stop once he kisses you, lingers in your thoughts, making the idea of having him only once and never again infuriating.
âIâll leave you alone, if thatâs what you want. Iâll get you water and let you sneak away when the fireworks go off because I know you want toâŚeven though you shouldnât give a fuck about what your family thinksâŚbut I would really like that kiss.â
Analyzing his features, you take in the sincerity reflected in the moss-green of his eyes. Itâs a last-ditch effort to make sure something else isnât hiding there, and you find yourself coming up short.
Slowly, you part your legs for him to stand between. His hands slide up your thighs tantalizingly slow, leaving a trail of fire in their wake before pushing the fabric of your red sundress up to your waist. You try to ignore the way the cool air on your panties does little to quell the heat radiating from them. His hands wrap around your waist and a gasp heaves from your lips when he yanks you to him, your thighs brushing the sides of his thick waist.Â
One of the hands on your waist trails up to the side of your neck, gently tilting your head up, so you can look fully at him as his thumb traces the skin of your bottom lip.
âYou better make it good,â you challenge, hoping your faux annoyance can mask the anticipation building in your gut.
He sees right through it and simply hums before he leans down to finally seal his lips against yours. Heâs a big man, an overwhelming man, and you feel it in his kiss as his lips take every ounce of breath you have in your lungs. He tastes like the pound yellow cake that everyone got to before you could and a hint of beer and itâs the perfect combination that you want more of.Â
His hands are under your dress, brushing beneath your thighs for traction and pulling you impossibly closer to the point where you feel your clothed center brush against the zipper of his jeans. You dig your hands into the fabric of his shirt, twisting and silently commanding for him to give you more. You open your mouth to coax him and his tongue is wet and insistent against yours.
You can feel your resolve dissipating in the air, fizzling against the heat that radiates from your body and your self-control is walking on a tightrope, precariously and seconds away from falling. And once itâs gone, youâll be a woman unhinged.
He yanks you to him again as if its not enough, harder this time with a growl in the back of his throat that makes you gasp into his mouth, then rolls his hips against yours and behind his zipper you feel him hard and bulging and angry and ohâ
You pull away with a harsh breath, gasping for air and biting back a moan that gurgles in your throat when his mouth works its way down the skin of your neck. Your skin is sensitive, and it buzzes with the touch of his lips and invokes a fervent need so deep within you that youâre losing awareness of where you are. Youâre lightheaded, brain in the fucking stratosphere and you have to lay down, you have toâ
Heâs guiding you onto your back before you can do it yourself and the cool counter is a balm against the skin of your exposed shoulders and back. He looms over you from his place between your legs, big and muscular and reeking of hunger.Â
âToji,â you try to speak into the air, stifling a whimper at the sight of him stretching out your leg to rest on his shoulder.
One of his large hands caresses the canvas of your calf before you watch his lips kiss your chocolate skin. His rough scar scratches against you in the most delightful way as his mouth kisses up your calf, bends your leg to get closer, and then resumes his touch on the inside of your thigh. His face should be melting with the amount of heat emitting from between your legs, but he must relish in the burn because the second his tongue slides thick and wet against your clothed cunt, you whimper pathetically into the air.
You have just enough common sense to break from the desire to be fucked thoroughly to whisper.
âToji, we canât,â you swallow against the dryness in your throat. âSomeone could see.â
You can feel the impatience on his body in waves but he has to listen to you. If your family were to walk in here right now to see their niece or cousin being eaten out like a gourmet meal, the Earth would swallow you whole.
âShit,â he hisses, pulling you into his arms and carrying you out of the kitchen. You donât care enough to tell him where to go; youâre too hot, too wet in your panties, and your need is twisting at the base of your spine in the most irritating way, begging to be soothed.Â
You hear the beginnings of fireworks being popped off in the backyard and your family is loud, thankfully so loud as Toji locks the door to the bathroom and drops you unceremoniously onto the counter. Though the metal of the faucet digs into the small of your back and you fall into the mirror as you clamber to get yourself in order, you canât bring yourself to care. Heâs on you again, all teeth and lips and sinful tongue in your mouth with equally sinful hands digging impatiently into the sides of your panties.
âTake them off,â you demand, practically whining and in less than a second you can only get one leg out before heâs sinking to his knees, eyes wild and shoulders heaving with untamed breaths.Â
âGod, youâre so fucking wet. So damn pretty,â he whispers in reverence, throwing your legs over his shoulders, and the compliment makes your cunt throb in anticipation.
You canât be sure if heâs talking to you or himself. Before you can breathe to calm yourself, itâs catching in your throat, hitching against a moan as his tongue licks a long wet stripe up the slit of your dripping cunt. His tongue parts your folds as if itâs the sea, savoring your essence and then sucking your clit into his mouth like itâs the cherry on top and you love it, whine at the feel, eyes crossing and rolling into the back of your head at the exquisite feeling.
He pulls away for a moment, taking a deep breath as if to regain control, and kisses the inside of your thigh before sliding two fingers up your dripping center, collecting your slick before beginning to rub circles on your clit. Heâs mesmerized, and you take a moment to marvel at just how little of his green eyes are visible to you, his pupils are dilated with hunger and focused on the way your cunt moves with his fingers.
âYour bitch of an ex ever eat you out?â
You really donât want to think about him right now, and you also donât like the thought of someone feeling like they need to prove themselves to you.
But thereâs a big man between your thighs who wants to unwrap you like candy. So you shrug, panting softly as you speak, âEvery now and then.â
Toji scoffs, eyes seeming to darken like a forest at night.
âEvery now and then,â he parrots, voice incredulous as if heâs heard the most insane thing ever, like he canât believe it.
He increases the pressure on your clit harshly, causing you to buck against him, yelping in satisfied shock when he flicks your sensitive bud hard with his tongue.
âIâll make you feel good, princess. Donât you worry.âÂ
The nickname doesnât have the effect as before. No, this time you moan in response, your guts churning with satisfaction at the prospect of being worshiped.
Slowly the two fingers on your clit slide into you, testing the waters, gauging if youâre okay, and your jaw slackens at the feel of the stretch. Fingering is an art, an act that requires patience and skill. You have to know the right pace, when to curl, how to know a womanâs body to determine what she wants. Itâs glorious when itâs done right.Â
And god, does Toji do it right.
Heâs thorough and fluid in his strokes, using the tempo of your moans to curl at just the right time and sucking and licking your clit like heâs ravenous and your head is falling back into the space between your shoulder blades, eyes wide with disbelief as you stare at the ceiling.Â
The fireworks are consistent outside, popping off every second and itâs loud enough that you have the courage to voice how Toji is making you feel.Â
âEvery now and then,â he hisses again to himself, angry and curling his fingers a little harder. You jerk against him, whimpering like a fool when you feel his tongue flick your clit harder as a reward. âHeâs so fucking stupid. You taste so good, itâs unbelievable.â
Heâs curling more now, brushing against that spongy wall that zings heat to your belly. Your insides churn, a molten heat popping to splatter against the base of your spine, pleasure coaxing you to reach that precipice that will let you fall apart.Â
Vaguely you hear him whispering words into the skin of your thighs that you canât decipher, the thrumming in your ears too loud to hear anything else beyond the fireworks outside, your escalating moans, and the obscene sounds of him slurping you up. The muscles in your thighs begin to tighten, your fingers are sweaty as they slide against the cool marble of the bathroom counter, and you dig your wedges into the muscles of his back, white panties dangling off one ankle. Heâs so good, so thorough and your breath is hitching, choking on a moan.
âThere you go princess, cum all over my fingers. Get me nice and messy.â
His deep words are accompanied by a sharp bend of his fingers and youâre cumming with a shout, rejoicing in the hot pleasure that puddles along your bones. Itâs abrupt and overwhelming, pulling a sharp current down your body that makes your back arch until it bumps into the sink behind you. Heâs groaning from his place between your legs, still pumping his fingers and licking your clit to collect as much of your slick as he can.
By the time you look down at him, youâre still catching your breath, your thighs tremble from the sudden chill injected into your muscles. You catch Toji just in time to watch him begin to slip his two dripping fingers into his mouth, but you snatch his wrist, riding off the high of your orgasm to slip his digits into your mouth instead. Thin rings of green widen in surprise and you savor the way his cheeks darken as you swirl your tongue around his digits.
âYouâre unreal,â he gulps when you pop his fingers out of your mouth.
You shrug, not willing to show him just how powerful you feel, and wrap your legs around his waist, panties still caught on the buckle of one of your wedges.Â
âIâm letting you be nice to me, remember? So whatâs next?â
With a harsh pull, he stumbles closer to you, his hands slamming against the marble counter on either side of your waist. His breath hitches as you hastily undo his belt, eyes widening as he takes in the way you leer up at him.Â
âYou got me a drink, defended my honor from my bitchy aunt, asked me about my family, ate my pussyâŚyou wanna fuck me now?â
âIââ he starts, caught off guard by your forwardness.
âYou want to bend me over this counter, make me look in the mirror while I take your cock? Smack my ass and make me beg for you to fill me up?â
âYouâve got a mouth on you,â Toji chokes on a nervous laugh, hissing when your fingers graze the sensitive skin above his belt.Â
âIs that a problem?â
The hair of his happy trail is faint and dark just like the hair on his head, and your touch makes his stomach bunch in sensation. He shakes his head in response and you want to laugh so bad at the sight of him struggling to swallow. You havenât done anything to the man, but heâs sensitive to your touch, and that makes the blood in your veins sing.
âIf youâre letting me have you, you can have it however you want.â
Arousal hums to life between your legs, and you canât help but be turned on at how much heâs giving you. You want him now and while the prospect of being fucked over the counter was what you had hoped, if your family comes in and hears you taking it like a champ, youâll never show your face again.
So when the door to your truckâs backseat closes, youâre climbing back on his lap, relaxing further into him with the knowledge that you can be as noisy as you want. Your uncle has a seven-month supply of fireworks and land in the middle of nowhere, Hennessey, and classics booming from his sound system⌠itâs going to be loud for a very long time.Â
Youâre running on your own current of desire at this point, pawing at his shirt so he can finally yank it off his shoulders and youâre drooling. Heâs glorious and you donât hesitate to rub your hands down firm pectorals, between the abs on his torso, and along the musculature of his Adonis belt. Heâs cut like a marble statue, something that takes a painstaking process to hammer and smooth over until the result is almostâ
âLet me take you out,â he suddenly suggests, voice gravelly with want but insistent.
Huh?
Youâre immediately puzzled, eyebrows dipping into a furrow as you try to decipher his words. His hair is wild, black strands splintering and bushy but still giving you a gateway to his eyes and you see that heâs completely serious.
âOnâŚa date?â A lift of his thin eyebrow in reply and the reality of him actually showing interest flags dangerously against your desire to ride him into oblivion. âJust the dopamine talking, Iâm sure,â you say, hoping to dismiss the idea. You hadnât expected him to actuallyâŚwant to take you out. You canât think about that right now because your head is too thick with hunger to try and have a conversation.
He hums, low and dangerous, a hand brushing the skin above your clit and youâre reminded of just how wet you still are from his sloppy tongue minutes before.Â
âYouâre the only one here thatâs cum, princess. Iâm being serious.â
âItâll pass,â you reply immediately, licking into his mouth to shut him up.
Thankfully he doesnât try to interject because you donât have time to talk right nowâyou donât want to. You donât know Toji, not well enough. While tonight has been one of the most relaxed evenings youâve spent with a man in a long time, youâre unsure if he genuinely wants you or if heâs merely carried away by the thrill of being with a woman.
He tried to come onto you the minute he laid eyes on you, tried to kiss you after a few hours, and pocketed your panties even though you pretended to be oblivious. You just donât know. If you had a pretty girl in your lap, you would probably say the same things. Ask her on a date, make her feel wanted so sheâs more giving when you slide her panties off.
Itâll pass.
And thatâs what you tell yourself when you feel his large hands palm your ass beneath your sundress. You are teeth against him, nipping his tongue, biting the skin of his jaw, the meat of his neck, and the sharp groan that you pull from him in response makes you drip like a bitch in heat against his jeans.
âTake off your pants,â you whisper to him sharply, turning around and leaning over the center console to fish a condom from inside. You had discovered them months ago, and they should have been more than enough for you to dump your ex then.
âShit,â you hear Toji hiss from behind you before your ass stings from his slap against it. You yelp, jumping from the contact and you hope he can see your cunt pulse from between your thighs in response. âHurry up, baby.âÂ
When you face him again, you freeze, eyes widening at the sight of his cock. As you take him in, he snatches the condom from your hand and unfurls it on his cock.
Surprisingly trimmed with dark hair, heâs thickânot enough to be painfulâbut enough to enjoy the stretch so you can ride him until he flatlines and enjoy the ache in your thighs in the morning. Itâs perfect; pale with a red tip that leaks into the tip of the condom, a vein along the side that you canât lick without tasting latex. Itâs a shame. Â
He throws you that devilish smirk, eyes twinkling in pride before he taps his thigh and beckons you like the best ride at the carnival.
âHop on, princess.â
Your fingers grip the hair at his nape when you feel him inside of you. Itâs a delicious stretch that you have to breathe through, and the feel of his hands affectionately stroking your back catches you off guard. You donât hate it; in fact, you want to lean into it, but you donât want to give him any ammunition for something you arenât sure about. So you slide down to the hilt and listen to Toji curse sharply through the sudden heat of you before you start a steady rhythm that throws him off.
Within seconds, you increase your pace, riding him with an intensity that makes the air in your throat catch and drag along the sides. Heâs got a satisfying curve to him that grazes those magical spots within you to make the grip on his nape tighten like a vice. Your head is foggy with an overpowering mist that makes your mouth loose and your inhibitions low.
âYou feel so good,â he whispers, pulling you out of the delirium you were basking in to focus on him. His jaw is relaxed, hot air puffing from between an open mouth and onto the skin of your neck, a few strands of his hair stick to his forehead and the sides of his cheeks and thereâs a slight furrow to his thin eyebrows as if heâs trying to concentrate.
Youâre giddy with desire. âLet me guess,â you tease, lips brushing against his. âAm I tight?â
âYes,â he replies without hesitation, eyelids hooded and upper cheeks darkening with a blush that spreads down his neck.
âAm I nice and hot?â
âYes, fuck yes, baby.âÂ
Itâs meant to tease, because every man that has ever slid inside of you in the past says the same shit, but to hear it from him brings a strange sense of satisfaction that you find yourself slanting your lips against his. He still tastes like the yellow cake that you never got, but the flavor is intertwined with the remnants of your essence that still lingers on his tongue that dances with yours.Â
You plant your knees harder into the seat on each side of him, use your muscles to bear down and give you more control, and then you roll your hips, guiding him in and out in a tantalizing dance that elicits groans from him and makes him roll his head back against the headrest.
âLet me take you out,â he gasps into the air and you refuse to answer himâyou canât. Itâs harder now to believe his sincerity because heâs delirious with lust. âAnswer me.â
You growl softly and yank your hands from his hair to push down the straps of your sundress. Youâre not wearing a bra, and he cusses like he just stubbed his toe as he watches your breasts spill free.
âStop talking,â you whisper and yank his head forward, beckoning him to you and he catches on quickly, licking and sucking a nipple before pulling it into his mouth. The sensation makes you shudder, a gentle pleasure that your cunt appreciates and you pick up your pace on him again. âStop asking me. Just let me fuck you.â
He bites down in retaliation to pull a squeak from you and licks over the sting in a half-assed apology. When you look down, his gaze is illuminated by the streetlights, a harsh glare that showcases his annoyance with your deflection, but his eyes droop when you squeeze around him in response.
Youâre stuffed full of him, stretching along the sides, punching the air out of your throat with each bounce on his cock and your legs begin to burn with the build-up of exertion. Your nipples are wet and sensitive against his taste buds as he teases each peak into his hot mouth and it helps to mix that pot of pleasure in your stomach to life again.Â
You can feel it, like a crescendo of waves crashing against a dock, but the waves are coming in quicker and more turbulent with every moan and cry that falls from your lips. You push him off of your chest, dig your fingers into his shoulders for more leverage so you can ride his cock like you have nothing left to lose.
His chest is blooming red, covered in a light sheen of sweat that dips between his pectorals and pools in his collarbones. Your bun of braids came loose when he was eating you out in the bathroom, and now some are heavy on your skin with sweat and plaster over your shoulders and between your sternum and youâre hot and sweaty and trying so hard to reign it in.Â
He doesnât buck up into you and youâre unsure if itâs due to laziness or the fact that he simply wants to watch you while he brings himself closer to climax. You hope itâs the latter.Â
âDo you like this?â you pant into his mouth and nip his bottom lip. âYou can tell me, you know. Be a good boy and tell me just how Iâm making you feel.â
He groans and lands another smack to your ass that makes you gasp and arch further into him. It's the right amount of pain that makes your pussy pulse in response, the right amount of manhandling that can take you higher in a second.
âYouâre a natural, princess. You ever ride him like this?â
You shake your head and he smacks your ass again, harder this time and digs his fingertips into the flesh to let the sting linger. It's so good, and you can't help the whine that you puff against his lips as he smirks up at you with a proud disposition.
âHe couldnât handle it. Probably why he cheated wasnât it? You were too much for him. You know how you like it and he couldnât deliver.âÂ
You donât answer him, but heâs right. Heâs so right. He couldnât stand it when you took control, hated when you asked him to do something that didnât result in him being dominant, hated when he couldnât even eat pussy without you having to ask.Â
The feel of his fingers on your clit makes you jump and you poke your fingers into his nape again and pick up your pace, panting and moaning like youâre running a marathon as the pleasure rocks inside of you like a pendulum.Â
âOh god. Oh fuck, oh fuck,â you whisper, stomach burning.
Youâre fluttering around himâpulsing and clenching and gushing over the thickest cock youâve ever had and itâs glorious, youâre in fucking heaven.
The streetlight shines faintly into your truck, painting half of Tojiâs face. Heâs beautiful; that same annoying flicker of desire that captivated you when his green eyes met yours hours ago glimmers thin and dilated.
Thereâs a ruggedness to him that exudes masculinity, but glimpses into the depths of his eyes reveal a tender vulnerability that makes you wonder how soft he could be if he allowed you to get close enough.
The thought makes your cunt tighten around him, your thighs tense and fill with lactic acid and his fingers on your clit are unceasing, rubbing in a precise rhythm that makes you hiccup on a moan of incredulity. The hand not occupied with your clit is reclined across the headrest behind him and it makes him look unbearably sexy.
âIâve never had a woman ride me like this,â he whispers, and you smile into his mouth, your kiss messy as you swallow down his compliment. He yanks you away and breathes that same insufferable ask against your lips.
âLet me take you out.â He rubs your clit faster, using the way you tighten around him as a guide to your pleasure, and his hand leaves the headrest to dig into the meat of your ass. âOne chance. One dinner. Iâll give you what you deserve, whatever you want, princess. I promise justââ
âStop it,â you whine and fight the burning sensation in your eyes. Youâre so close, so fucking close and the storm inside of you is out of control but he wonât stop fucking talking. Wonât stop being so damn nice even though his cock is rearranging your guts in the nastiest way. You grip his hair and pull him closer to you so thereâs no space between you to breathe. âStop talking. Stop asking. Make yourself useful and make me cum.â
Thankfully he does. He scowls up at you behind the curtain of his hair but pinches your clit and you squeal, rolling your hips, riding him like itâs the last thing youâll ever do. The windows have already fogged up, the truck rocks with your movements, and you are consumed with a blissful incoherence that forces you to surrender and let your walls crumble.
Your thighs burn, your dress clings to your sweaty body, and the stimulation on your clit becomes almost unbearable as you whine with the need to cum. He hisses loudly into the car, bares his teeth for a second, and then his eyes roll before heâs slack-jawed and panting into stuffy air, a current of groans beneath.
âThatâs it, Toji,â you gasp, voice strained as you teeter on the brink of an orgasm that threatens to overwhelm you. âBe nice to me just like you said and give me everything like the good boy you are.â
The hand not on your clit slips against the sweat on your hips, and you lick up the side of his neck, savoring the salt taste of his perspiration on his smooth skin, just in time to hear him. Itâs faint and low, practically a whisper but he chants--
âFuck yes, fuck yes. So fucking good. Ride me, sweetheart.â
Itâs tilted in a whine, pathetically desperate, but the sound of him does the trick because the flick of his fingers on your clit makes the biggest wave of pleasure crash over you.
You donât get the chance to tell him youâre cumming, you simply yank his head back from the sudden force, tilt your head up to the ceiling and cum with an exhausted and wrung out âfuck!â that youâre sure your uncleâs neighbors will hear a mile down the road. Youâre dumbfounded with pleasure, dizzy with it and your belly is hot and simmering as you gasp and whimper at just how good it feels.Â
Heâs laying you back on the seat before you can catch your breath. Youâre still coming down, still moaning to catch up but his large hands are under your knees and bending them towards your chest to chase his own orgasm. The edge of the seat digs into the crevice of your spine, and your hand flies out to smack against the back of the driverâs seat so you donât fall but it slips with sweat, is hard to hold onto and you can hardly focus with everything thatâs going on.Â
His mouth is on you, stealing your breath that you still canât control, swallowing your moans as he fucks you with a ferocity that pulls your soul from your body. He pulls away with a deep moan and stares down at you with a look that makes you anxiousâlike he wants to see you again, like he wants to come to another cookout with your rowdy family if it means he can bother you some moreâlike he really likes you.Â
You know heâs going to try and say something that you may not be able to talk yourself out of, so you take the intense furrow in his eyebrows and the stuttering of his hips as a cue.
âYou gonna cum?â you purr up at him, moaning weakly from the harsh thrusts that stroke you into overstimulation.
âYes,â he answers without fail, eyes locked on yours. âYes, Iâm gonna cum. Fuckââ
Reaching up, you cup his cheek, unsure why but feeling an inexplicable need, and the words that fall from your lips help him across the finish line.Â
âCum inside me, Toji. Take what you want and fill me up.â
His eyes widen before they roll closed and heâs slamming against you three times hard and rough before the deepest moan youâve ever heard slips past his lips. He pants heavily stuttering tiny thrusts into you as he comes down, the tips of his hair drip a few drops of sweat onto your neck before he lowers himself to rest on top of you. Heâs too big for the seat and his knee digs into the floor of the truck to maintain his balance. His hot breath washes over your neck, slowly calming down, and in your daze, you realize that youâre holding onto his shoulders.Â
The hard lines of Toji that you noted when you first saw him now feel gentle against you.
He rumbles your name into your neck and youâre cutting him off before the dopamine can speak for him.Â
âWe should get back inside before someone finally notices that weâve been gone.â He abruptly lifts to look down at you, annoyance etched on his devastatingly handsome face. He wants to argue, you can taste it, but your fear wins. âMy bitchy aunt has been at me all night, the last thing I need is her snooping.â
Heâs quiet still, the edge of his lips curling into a dissatisfied frown. It stretches his scar in a way that takes away from the beauty of his face. Makes him look more alien and you have to pull your gaze from him. But he doesnât argue like you think he would. He doesnât speak or try to talk back or voice how annoyed he is.
He slowly pulls out of you and you immediately miss the feeling, ties off the condom, and pulls you up tenderly from the seat. Your skin is sticky and the truck reeks of sex. The high has worn off and all that remains is the overwhelming unease that rises like bile in the back of your throat.Â
When you both are finally dressed and creeping out of the backseat, the cool air is a welcome feel to your overheated skin. It washes away your trepidation, if only for a moment. Toji looms over you, tall like a bear that you desperately want to sink your embrace back into, but he still doesnât speak, and the crease of annoyance between his brows doesnât leave. He should hold onto it. It will help him get over you.Â
âDo you mind getting my purse from inside the house? I donât want to go back inside just yet and I need to check my phone.â
Impatience emanates from his every pore, yet you can sense his anxiety as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. But he still doesnât fight and makes his way back inside without a word.
You lied.
Your purse is in the front seat of your carâyou threw it up there when you both snuck into the vehicle in the first place, but his attention was too busy trying to feel you up than pay attention to the satchel hanging off your shoulder.Â
Once you see the front door close, you get into the front seat, start your car, and drive away without a second thought. Your hands grip the steering wheel tightly as the temptation to turn back tugs at you.Â
It may not be right to leave without saying goodbye, and lying to him has left a bitter taste in your mouth. Your family is too occupied with the fireworks and each otherâs company to really notice your absence anyway, and youâre sure theyâll have no problem trying to distract Toji when he realizes that youâre gone.Â
The grip on the wheel doesnât lessen, but you roll down the windows and let the evening July air wash away some of the sex that still lingers on the seats.
***
âSo you did fuck him,â your cousin snickers over the speaker of your phone a week later.Â
Itâs a Saturday night and youâre knee-deep in your wash day routine. It took you all day to take out your braids and the clear shower cap on your head traps the deep conditioner inside. You wipe away some of the excess near your ear.
You have Chinese waiting to be delivered, and youâre ready to finish your routine so you can go to bed. Your eyes are glued to your television playing some sort of nature documentary but your attention is elsewhere, specifically on trying to worm your way out of this conversation with your cousin. Sheâs called you every single day since the 4th and sheâs done nothing but make you feel guilty about your abrupt departure.Â
As you expected, your family didnât really notice your absence. But when Toji asked your cousin for your purse and then realized you had lied, he sulked in a lawn chair for the rest of the night before Shiu drove him home.
âYes, I fucked him. So what?â
âSoooo do something about it. Fuck him again? He lives in the same city as you and is here indefinitely. Make a moveââ
âIt was a nice night, but he was already trying to flirt with me as soon as he saw me and I still entertained him and fucked him andâI shouldnât have done thatâŚI should have waited, maybe tested the waters more. He only tried to ask me out because he was horny as hell.â
Sheâs quiet on the other line, and you look up at the ceiling in exasperation because you can feel her annoying logic rev up before she fires away.
âSo youâre just scared? Your ex cheated on you because he was a spineless pissy boy who slithered away because you didnât take his shit. Thatâs not a reflection of you, at all. I know you like to have it all figured out before you make a decision, but not everything works out that way. Toji saw a fine ass black woman who talks her shit and he made a move. Heâs a nice guy...a little rough around the edges, but trulyâŚa nice guy. Someone for you.â
James Attenborough elegantly voices something about the cuttlefish on the screen while you try to contemplate what to say. Sheâs right. You hate that sheâs right. Itâs why you two are so close but still you retort in the best way you know how.
âGirl, fuck you.â
Her raucous laugh vibrates over the speaker in delight and you snort and roll your eyes when the doorbell cuts you off. The prospect of your Chinese food makes your mouth water and youâre rushing to the door.
Only itâs not your Chinese food at the doorstep, itâs Toji Fushiguro. Toji Fushiguro who is protected from the rain under the overhang of your apartment door with one hand in the pocket of his jacket and the other clutching a container. The annoyed look that you last saw on his face is gone, replaced by a neutral and bored look that seems natural for him, even though his eyes donât convey that specific emotion. Those green eyes are reminiscent of your uncleâs well-maintained lawn as they look down at you with a nervous glint.Â
âToji,â you breathe in disbelief. âHow did you get my addressâŚâ
Your cousin squawks on the other line and swallows a giggle. âIâm gonna goââ
âYour cousin finally gave it to me.,â he replies simply and gestures down to the phone in your tight grip. âIâve been trying to get it since you fucking left.â
âDamn, thanks?!â she barks at him. âLemme get out of here, Iâm getting another call anyway. Bye!â
Youâre going to kill her. Slowly. Painfully and maybe in front of Shiu to get a few tears out of him if youâre feeling particularly evil.Â
You know sheâs right about Toji, but you canât do this. You shouldnât have fucked him in the first place and you should have thought of a backup plan on the off chance that your cousin was going to be annoying and nosy as hell.
You ignore his intense and heavy gaze, shifting in discomfort, scratch the back of your neck, and blanch in horror when your fingers brush the edge of your shower cap. Youâre wearing a large t-shirt, your feet are bare and your head is covered in a shower cap with deep conditioner leaking from the sides; a stark contrast from the calm and collected woman who snapped at him all day a week ago. Mortification washes over you in a heavy wave, drowning your mantra of not giving a fuck about a manâs opinion, and you step back to grab the door.
âListenâŚIâm waiting for food and then I have to get ready for work in the morning. So you needââ
âYou have time to spare then,â he cuts off and walks past you. You round on him, indignant in your gaze.
âHave you lost your fucking mind?! Get out, Toji!â
âYou want me to leave? Hmm?â he asks, goading you like you donât know if youâre sure.
Youâre not sure, butââYes, goddammit! I shouldnât have left but I donât do this sort of thing! The moment you met me, you only wanted to get in my pants. And that makes you trying to ask me out while your cock is inside of me, a lot harder to believe!â
He firmly places the container in his hands on your kitchen counter, takes a deep breath to calm himself, and gives you a look that either makes you want to melt into him or slap it off his face.
âListenââ
Youâre on the defensive now, backed into a corner and ready to pull every card you have to just make him go away. âYou here for a quick fuck then? Because you got me to let my guard down and because we had such a steamy time in the backseat of my truck, you thought, what? You could just show up and bend me over my couch?â
That flicker of irritation is back on his face and it crinkles the edges of his eyes, makes him look nasty and hostile.
âFuck, will you stopââ
âWanna have a little âsituationshipâ while you get acquainted with your new life here? Have me get nice and comfortable and as soon as I ask for something more, youâre jumping ship. Sounds like a good plan, doesnât it?â
A sharp growl leaves his throat and he glares.
âGirlââ he starts and immediately stops, eyes wide as saucers at the venomous gaze that you shoot his way. There it is, a hint of a name to make you feel small and insignificant. It reminds you of your parents when you used to talk back and they slid the name to you in a warning to stop talking. You hate it and it stings that you have to hear it from him.
âGet out,â you bark, seething with a rage that brings a sting to your eyes.Â
He throws up his hands in frustration, looming like a bear from his place in your kitchen. âWill you just stop it!â
âI saidââ
âOh my fucking godâI like you!âÂ
His admission catches you off guard, cutting through your anger, and you stare at him in astonishment. His face is red with embarrassment, eyes trained up at the ceiling as if asking the gods to give him patience. He takes a deep breath before meeting your gaze from across the kitchen.
âYou donât do this sort of thing?â he asks, gesturing between the two of you. You canât find the words to respond, still too shocked, so you simply nod.Â
âWhat sort of thing is that? Flirting with you because you looked like the sexiest little thing in that backyard and I wanted your attention?â Heâs annoyed, deep voice razor sharp as he speaks, but you donât miss the step he takes closer to you.
âMe trying to make you feel better because your family is judgmental? Teaching me about the food you like because Iâm not from here?â
Heâs closer now and the air is thin again just like that night a week ago.
âHelping me win that little card game?â Itâs spades, but youâre too lightheaded with how close he is to correct him. âTelling me about your family? What sort of thing is that? Hmm? Tell me.âÂ
You donât have a retort. Youâre too stunned to speak even though you refuse to let the annoyed expression on your face vanish. You want to hold onto what little shreds of defiance you have left.
âYou arenât mean. You donât tolerate bullshit, you donât fuck around, and you put people in their place. You refuse to settle for less, and I already told you thatâs what I like in a womanâŚAnd I like you.â
What do you even say? You never expected to see him again, and your mind is muddled as if youâre submerged in water. Your heart feels too big in your chest, your body too hot and sweaty and youâre nervous. Heâs angry with his confession, almost annoyed and youâre beginning to realize that it is an emotion thatâs second nature to him even if itâs not as intense as you think it is.Â
âIs that right?â you canât help but test him, lifting a brow. You have to crane your neck just a little to look up at him.
He scoffs, the crease in his eyebrows smooths out and the scar on his lips twitches.Â
âYea, that's fucking right. SoâŚâ he takes one more step closer and his body is brushing against yours. He smells mildly of toothpaste and bergamot from another brand of cheap cologne and the combination makes you weak in the knees. âLet me take you out.â
Itâs the same demand that youâve heard so many times now, but this time, it feels more serious, more meaningful with a hint of desperation. In the kitchen light, you can see just how silky his raven locks are and you grip your phone and the fabric of your t-shirt to resist the urge to run your hands through them.Â
âIâm listening,â you jest with a practiced air.
That wicked smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth, scar adding a devilish flair to his features, and your stomach burns with the realization that heâs too cocky for his own good, and youâve unfortunately grown to like it.Â
âShiu has tickets for something here calledâŚfootball? Heâs taking your cousin and has two extra tickets. Come with me and show me how to win.â
You canât help the snort that leaves your mouth and your stomach flips at the genuine confusion on his face. âWe donât participate in the game. We watch it. But itâs fun.â
âAll the more reason for you to come with me.â
âIâŚâ
Itâs a compelling argument, all of it is. And you want to, you really want to give this a shot and just be vulnerable for once. Because Toji seems like the kind of man who would let you be just who you are and would never make you feel lesser than about it.Â
The feel of his large hands cupping your cheeks pulls you out of your thoughts, and he tilts your face up to meet his gaze. His eyes are mesmerizing, like the color of pine trees right before the sun sets and you feel yourself weakening completely.
âOne date, princess.â
The deep timbre of his voice does little to help you and itâs worse because itâs just how he fucking talks. Youâre not a royal, and you donât have land, lots of money, or power, but you can tolerate âprincessâ if itâs coming from his mouth.Â
Just one date. You deserve it. Youâve earned the reward.
You wave away his hands from your face just so you can breathe a little easier. He chuckles but gives you your space, and makes his way to the door that you usher him towards.Â
âFine. Make sure you bring cash because itâs easier at the concession stands. I want a pretzelâŚand a hot dog.â
He snickers as he pulls his hood over his head, obscuring most of his face except for the ethereal glow of his eyes. His teeth shine from his bright smile and you roll your eyes in response before watching him open your door.Â
âToji?â you call, your voice softerâŚapprehensive.
He turns around to watch you shuffle to him, your feet and legs cold against the chill from the open door. You hand him your phone wordlessly and he takes the hint to insert his number. When heâs finished, you open your mouth to speak, lips shaping words that wonât come outâwords you want to say. But you canât. Not yet. Maybe one day.
For now, you throw him an annoyed eyebrow lift and grumble. âParking is a real bitch, so pick me up early.â
You avert your gaze, frustrated at yourself for sounding so mean as usual. Because thatâs just who you are. The bitter, meanâ
A finger beneath your chin lifts your gaze to him and he kisses you full on the mouth, slow and reassuring, minty breath sliding into your mouth when he nips your bottom lip. The self-deprecating voice in your head finally quiets, smothered by a pillow held down by his scarred hands.
When he pulls away, that stupid smirk is on his face, but itâs not as teasing, and your heart does something weird in your chest that makes you swallow hard.
âYes maâam,â he replies finally to your demand.
You watch his eyes take in your form from head to toe before he kisses you quickly once more and ducks into the rain.
When you finally get your Chinese and place it on the counter to dig in, your eyes land on the container that was in Tojiâs hands from earlier.Â
You peek inside, and your heart does that weird thing again in your chest when you see a heaping slice of the yellow cake that you never got to have a week ago.
Thanks for reading! You can find the sequel here!
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We have been effectively homeless and hotel hopping since the first, after I stood up to abuse I had been enduring. Any help is most appreciated. We are just trying to find a cheap rv off craiglist even as a roof we own at least.
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The TikTok-fication of Tumblr and why it needs to stop before your fave writers are gone for good:
1. âPart 2??â
Unlike TikTok, writing 5,000 words for a fic does not happen in 6 seconds or more. Weekly updates are from a writer who spoils you and is passionate about their story. Donât kill the passion by demanding for more and not appreciate whatâs already given.
2. The DC Conundrum
Many writers on this platform hail back from the ff.net days where dark content is a norm, not like TikTok where even death has to be censored or you could get flagged.
Despite that, writers are doing you a service by sharing fic warnings despite how it may take away from a plot twist or a big reveal. However, thereâs a fine line between sharing warnings and downright spoiling our own work. Heed the warnings, donât be a dick. If you donât like it, donât read it. Learn how to filter your own content, too, while you're at it.
3. The Wild Algorithm
Unlike TikTok, Tumblrâs FYP is not in your face and you have a choice to not view it. Content often gets buried a few days after itâs posted without reblogs or comments to keep it alive.
4. Passive Content Consumption
Ties back with point #1. If youâre only sitting back and reading works without supporting the writers, they canât spend 6 seconds to conjure up a fic. Writing takes time, editing, proofreading. Tumblr is a book club, not a delivery service.
5. De(constructive) Criticism
If an opinion isnât asked for, donât give it. Many writers choose this craft for their own enjoyment and to share a thought or story about a beloved character to those who love them, too. If an opinion is asked? Be kind when you share it across to them. No one likes their hard work to be shat on by someone who doesnât understand the time and effort it took to create this piece.
6. Are You My Content Machine?
Again, back to point #1. Writers have busy lives. There are days when we want to scream into the void about our favourite characters. We want to share our thoughts about them or sometimes, we just want to talk about what happened during lunch break. Demanding and expecting that a writer post content without giving a shit about the soul behind the screen? Dehumanizing.
Donât ruin the experience for those of us who are still here. Do your part to make fandom better for everyone.
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I love this writer so much!!!!!
âľ STUBBORN FATEâľ underground fighter!toji
your next door neighbor looks scary, but he cannot be far from it. little did you know his gentle smile and kind demeanor was masking his other life as an infamous underground fighter and he did not like you knowing about it either.
âľ underground fighter toji x uni!reader
âľ tags â SO MUCH ANGST AND HURT, blood, violence, vague assault from stranger, corruption kink, virginity loss, soft!dom toji, slow burn, mutual pinning, sfw, heavy nsfw, unprotected sex, (tojiâs 26 reader is 20), protective toji, virgin!reader, spit kink, praise kink, crying, corruption kink, oral (f!receiving), fingering, crying, angst, bite kink,
âľ notes â the way this fic took me longer than I intended. I was gonna split it into two parts but i knew Iâd get lazy and not complete it so I pushed thru and made it one long one shot
you werenât scared. no you werenât. youâre notâŚfuck
why couldnât you be more aware? yes, you took this path many times to get to your apartment, but you shouldâve remembered that this time was different. unlike the other times, someone had been tailing you since you left work. of course at night this section was much darker. and so, once you turned the corner, a pair of arms came around you.
the man from earlier now smiling, a darkness overlaying his sinister face as he pulled you further into the path, away from the main street âŚyou couldnât breathe. your body struggling as you flailed around. another pair of arms was holding you back, as you kicked out. able to get your elbow to collid with his stomach letting one of the men drop you.
âfucking bitch!â you felt sharp pain knock you down, holding your stomach as the other man came and gave you another kick to the back. the wind knocked out of you allowed the men to easily hold you down on the ground. you were completely vulnerable, the only thing you could do was scream for help. over and overâŚ
your mind was fuzzy, you couldnât stop your tears, trying your best to kick your legs out, only to receive a sharp slap across your face. âstay fucking still,â the hand covering your mouth allowed you to bite his finger, causing the man to hiss in pain, his hand bleeding.
you could barely see, your vision blackâŚ.calm down calm downâŚi canât see I canât seeâdonât touch me. get off meâŚ.whatâs going to happen after? I want to go home! your ears stung, someone was screamingâŚI canât breatheâŚwhy does my throat hurt?
you hadnât realized that the one screaming was youâ a gentle hand touched your face. flinching back, throwing your arms out, screamingâ
âhey! itâs me! y/n! itâs me,â the familiar voice had you blinking. I canâtâI canât breatheâŚa sudden wave knocked you over, filling your eyes with fat tears, letting out a broken sob.
âtâŚtoâŚtoji,â you couldnât stop your tears anymore, breaking down completely, letting the man pull you into his embrace, his arms secure around your waist as he held the back of your head, allowing you to sob into his chest. he held you close, his own eyes bloodshot as he tried to stabilize his own breathing. holding you close to hide his own body shaking.
your vision was blocked by his body, not allowing you to notice what heâd done minutes ago to the two animals that lay dead on the ground. a black car coming with a few men youâd thought youâve seen beforeâŚ..
it was your first time living away from home, or off campus, youâd dormed your first two years, but decided to finally get an apartment, not wanting to deal with roommates anymore. it was a big step forward, but you were excitedâŚmaybe too excited.
âwhy isnât the door opening?!â you grumbled to yourself, wiggling the door handle over and over, jiggling the handleâ
the door suddenly swung open, causing you to stumble back, tripping on your bag youâd stupidly placed right behind your feet, knocking your head against the half wall behind you with a loud thud.
âfucks going on here?â a deep voice snapped. you were grumbling to yourself, rubbing your head in pain, eyes slowly trailing up the black sweats hanging loosely on the stranger, going up to the black sweater accentuating his broad shoulders until you were finally met with the dark green eyes staring back at you. âdonât want any adsââ he goes to close the door.
your body quickly struggling to get up, reaching out with a loud, âwait!â
his brows quirked, seeing you kneeling down in front of his door. who even is this?
âit says this is my apartment,â you turn your paper that the land lord gave you just a couple minutes ago. scribbled very messy in the corner is room 406
he reached out taking the paper to read. this allowed you some time to look over the stranger. he was quite intimidating. a shadow looming over him as if he was something you should definitely not associate with. he was a bit older then you, maybe a couple years or so. he didnât have any wrinkles, but his face looked tired. eyes downcast, hair disheveled. what caught your attention though was the multiple cuts on his knuckles and the scar in the corner of his lip. was he part of a gang?
that didnât stop your eyes from wandering a little more. youâd definitely never approach him willingly on the streets, yet you couldnât stop the heat crawling up your neck. he was much bigger then anyone youâve ever met. if you squint just a tiny bit you could see the subtle bulgeâ
âanyone taught you manners, kid?â your eyes snapped up, face burning from embarrassment,
you gasp. âIâm not a kidâhow old are youââ
âolder than you,â he quipped with a sly grin, handing you back the paper.
âthe land lordâs almost 90, the new apartment is 407, he mustâve forgot,â he watched as your brows pinched together, looking down at your paper. why were you so focused, and you still havenât gotten up from your position on the floor. cute.
âoh, ah!â your hand slaps over your mouth, head shooting up as you apologized, over and over. Iâm so sorry, I mustâve been knocking like crazy! itâs all my fault! I didnât mean to bother you!
the only thing that stopped your frantic words was the warm hand on your head. your gaze meeting the deep green eyes. stunned, your lips parted a bit too cutely for him to handle. he couldnât help himself. he was squatting at your height, petting your cute little head because you were getting all panicky over something so silly.
âdonât worry about it,â his words went straight into your chest, your eyes practically seeing hearts. heâs so nice! you were so wrong about him, you like his warm hand.
âmoving in on yer own?â he asked, immediately noticing how jittery youâre getting, how cute.
you quickly tell him that the moving guys are downstairs, which you quickly come to regret since he removed his hand from your head to look over the side of the tokyo apartment building to see the small moving truck below.
âthatâs good, it seems that everythingâs sorted out,â he moved to go back inside his apartment, only to feel a small hand around his wrist. a small rush filled his chest, why did he hear his heart skip? he had to listen. once he looked under his arm, the almost 26 year old, felt his heart jump. your bright eyes looking up at him.
both hands holding his wrist, unknowingly squeezing your pretty tits up just for him to see. the little gloss on your wet lips had him feeling a certain way. all he could think of was petting your head as he helped you swallow his fat girth. he could read you perfectly, he knew your pretty eyes would fill with tears, itâs too big, but heâd still praise your pretty head off just for you to get all excited and continue slobbering all over him until his dick would twitch andâ
âl/n y/n, itâs nice to meet youâŚâ you gave a respectful nod, before looking up waiting desperately to find out who your kind neighborâs name is. not once did your hand leave his wrist.
âtoji.â nothing further said, yet he felt his heart beat a bit too loudly when he saw your pretty hair fly up a bit like some ghibli movie, you were too excited.
âtoji-san,â you repeated the name to feel how it sounded on your lips, not realizing that it too gave the man a similar reaction. his cheeks dusting a light pink as he felt a strain in his loose sweats. how could she be even cuter?
the encounter was not the only one you had with the mysterious man. you often heard him coming back to his apt at odd hours of the night. sometimes when youâd be buying a drink at the vending machine, youâd hear toji on the phone arguing. he tended to do that a lot. some encounters heâd have gave you the creeps. what does he do?
you obviously didnât voice it, but you enjoyed running into him during your late night convenience store runs. you used to think it was a fun coincidence, but now it was something you looked forward to every Tuesday and Friday nightâs. I guess you both needed something during these days..
âtoji!â the man looked up hearing your voice. you smiled brightly jogging up to him in your big hoodie and little pajama shorts, his eyes took a quick glance at your bare legs. the small heat in his chest made him avert his gaze, but he waited allowing you to come over to him before he pushed off the fence and walked with you to the store.
âhow was classes?â toji had a habit of asking about your classes. you never voiced this to him, but you knew he was really interestedâŚ.
âwhatâre you working on?â toji sat across from you in your little apartment living room. youâd invited him saying you made too much food and he quickly took up the offer, not refusing a free meal.
âphysics,â you mumble, mind focused on your problem as you leaned against your arm writing down the formula. toji was silent as he watched you, eating every couple of seconds only to pause, infatuation consuming him as he watched your eyes dart around the page as he followed along with your equation.
âis it fun?â he could see the intrigue, your eyes lighting up as you looked up, nodding your head.
âi get stuck sometimes, but when I figure out the equation itâs really fun!â you gush, cheeks dusting with excitement. toji blinked, biting his smile as he snorted.
ânerd,â his reply only had you taking fake offense.
as annoying and bothersome your neighbor could be. he had his own way of being considerate and subtly asking how youâre doing. you canât help the butterflies it sets off. he doesnât like talking about personal matters, yet always asks how you are.
toji, however, didnât need a single thing from the store. but he began to notice your late night runs once youâd first moved in a semester and a half ago, which he really did not like. he began accompanying you because though Japan is considered a pretty safe country, itâs still not a guarantee, especially this late at night and in this neighborhood.
âwhy canât you wait until the morning?â heâd ask you repeatedly, youâd come down for things that you wouldnât even need that very night.
âcuz Iâll forget by the morning,â you say as if itâs the most obvious thing ever. he hated how you do most of your errands at night, he hated it even more when heâd see you coming back late to your apt. but what can he do? youâre an adult, of course youâre free to do as you pleased. but that didnât stop his stomach for turning.
the manâs eyes were focused on you, as you headed back in the direction of your building. you were going on and on about something that toji probably wouldnât even care about if it was anyone else. but he enjoyed listening to you, he couldnât help it when you were telling him about how your professor was praising you for your hard work and his hand was suddenly placed on your head. you stopped moving, blinking wide.
âyouâre pretty smart, arenât ya,â his deep voice had your eyes gazing up starstruck. his hand sent a wave of warmth through your body, feeling your heart beating in your ears. âsuch a good girl, Iâm proud,â your cheeks stung with heat, the words caught in your throat because why? why did this man send your mind in shambles!
âtch, itâs not a big deal,â you try to brush off the praise, but toji can tell how much of an effect his has on you. you always melt whenever he touches your head. what would happen if he just kissed you right now? would you part your pretty lips for him? let him swallow up your whimpersâyou were dazed, staring up into his deep warm eyes. heâd tease you about your homework one day, then praise you the next. you were unsure, confused, but that didnât stop your chest from warming up.
âiââ
âahh toji, weâve been waiting!â your words were cut by the three men taking a smoke against a dark suv in your buildings lot. they all were big, just like toji, their arms and necks tatted, which had an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.
âare they your friends?â you bit your cheek feeling how he retracted his hand, the two of you still walking, toji a bit more cautiously. the elevator was beside where the men were parked. you looked over at toji once he didnât respond. feeling the hairs on your arm stick up, heart beating a little faster. his jaw was clenched, a vein bulging, and hand curled into a fist, and his eyesâŚthey were as dark as night. âtojiââ
âcmon man! weâve been waiting for awhile now,â one of the men spoke, suddenly taking a beat until you caught his eye. âoh oh.â
your body jumped feeling tojiâs hand rest on your lower back. his body almost pressing against your side like a guard dog. your eyes wavered on the men looking at you up and down.
âare ya havinâ fun with your little toy?â you felt a shiver run up your spine, feeling a warm breath against your ear.
âgo straight to your apartment,â he was so close! your heart skipped a beat as he gave your lower back a little nudge in the direction.
âtoââ you looked over your shoulder, only to see that his eyes were dead set on the men across the lot. the street light casting a looming shadow over his face, his unkept hair darkening his eyes. yetâŚ. he took a moment to meet your gaze, immediately letting his dark orbs soften with a reassuring grin.
âmake sure you lock the door,â your heart flutters, âokay?â he waits for your little nod then points his head to the elevator, âgood girl,â your body filled with butterflies as you calmly made way to the elevator. his eyes keeping a close watch on the men. he doesnât move until the elevator doors finally close shut.
after your shower you tried your best to stay up, you felt a little uneasy about the situation. but you wanted to know if toji got back home safely. however, sleep overpowered your mind and you quickly knocked out on your comfy grey couchâŚâŚâŚ
âweâre taking you to a hospital,â toji was holding you close as he called for the men to get an ambulance. your hand grasped his shirt, shaking your head.
âdonât,â you let out a small sigh, trying to calm down. your mind was in scrambles, desperately trying to think rationally. luckily you didnât suspect anything to be broken.
âfuck you mean? please just listen toââ
âI said no!â you finally shout, letting go of the man, instead hugging your own body as you carefully stood up. toji swearing under his breathâŚâŚ..
you hadnât seen toji in quite some time, he always seemed to be out when youâd come back home. you didnât want to admit it, but you missed him. you missed walking with him at night. you missed giving him some extra food youâd ordered. you missed his comforting smile and warm hand. you never minded having him watch you do your homework. you wondered if he wanted to do more of your old homework.
âI finally got the tickets, cmon!â your friend, suna, had been going on about seeing this underground fight a couple months ago, however, you and your other friends didnât believe him. suna took it a little too personally and desperately tried to buy tickets for months, and now heâs finally got them.
âthis place is shady as hell,â you mumbled, yoru was holding your sleeve as you followed suna and your other two friends down the long dark alleyway, already picking up on the loud cheers and screaming.
after a few more seconds of walking, the small corridor burst into a huge underground stadium. your eyes blinking from the sudden bright lights.
âhey, stay close,â suna took your wrist leading you and yoru carefully past the huge bodies of people cheering.
âthereâs so many people,â yoru shouted, your eyes trailing over the many different kinds of people that were here. it varied from high class businessmen, to normal average civilians. everyone seemed to be here.
âyou guys should be on your knees thanking me,â suna boosted, you and your other friends rolling your eyes. âthe price for this is not cheap,â neither of you said anything, considering how suna was a trust fund baby.
little did you know that the moment youâd stepped into the stadium, you caught a manâs unwanted attention. heâd only seen you once with toji, how beautiful, he thought, a sinister smile spreading across his teeth.
you all were watching the fights. it wasnât like anything youâve seen before. suna had told you guys earlier that this wasnât the most legal friendly place, but you honestly could not have suspected this.
the rules of boxing had clear illegal moves, yet those rules did not seem to apply here. your body would cringe at the horrific sounds of bones breaking, fists breaking skin. the gruesome sounds sent your stomach turning, especially with this being with wraps instead of protective gloves like in a usual boxing match.
it was five different fights and you were getting close to the final one when a man by the name of raido, suddenly appeared in front of you. âyou look like youâre enjoying the game,â his eyes closed in what seemed to be a kind smile. you felt a bit uneasy, but nodded your head, then looking past him to put out that youâre not interested.
âweâve got some empty seats in the front,â he continued going on, this caught sunaâs ear. âof course you can bring your nice little friends with you,â
âno thaââ
âholy fuck yes!â suna immediately jumps up, dragging you all with him as you scold him.
âsuna!â you all hit him, clearly noticing how off putting this man is. he had tattoos that peaked under his dress shirt, he smelled of cigarettes, alcohol, and blood, and what was even more disturbing was the sunglasses. you couldnât see where he was looking.
you kept an eye as the man, walking back to his seat, he seemed pretty important considering he had a place high in the stadium that overlooked the entire place. he whispered to the men he was sitting with, they all turned to meet your gaze.
âshitââ you looked away, heart thumping as you prayed they didnât catch you staring. luckily the next fighters were coming into the ring. finally allowing you a chance to breatheââ
suddenly you felt your dinner clawing up your throat.
âhuhâŚâ
âwhat is it?â yoru noticed your eyes wide open, staring straight ahead. ây/nââ
âand the moment youâd all been waiting for! the reason why any of you are here! the emperor of the night! tooooooojjjjjiiiiiii zeninnnnn!!!â the stadium burst with screams.
you couldnât breathe. it felt like everything around you had gone quiet. you missed him. you cursed yourself. itâs been over three weeks or more, and now he was here. you felt your heart hammering. your mind dazed as he took of his robe. chills ran through your body at the sight. you would never have guessed. you only ever saw him with a hoodie or loose sweater, but now stripped down to just some boxing shorts, you had a clear view of the dragon tattoo that decorated his broad sculpted back. his bicep showcasing another collection of tattoos that wrapped around his arms. his sculpted thighs branded as well.
ây/n!â you were brought back by yoruâs concerned shaking, you apologize brushing her off so you can watch him. you didnât know much about boxing honestly, but knowing this was not following the rules made you feel uneasy seeing toji here.
the night spent in your apartment as he looked through your old exams. you knew he had secrets, he rarely spoke about them except that he started working at a young age. he didnât have time for studies. heâd always say youâre smarter than him. yet, he would be invested in your old homework. writing old problems down âjust for funâ. the constant scratching of his head. his green eyes scanning the page as he tapped the end of the pencil against his scar on his lip.
âhowâd you get this?â heâd shyly mumble, only for you to show him how you arrived at the right answer. he held onto every single word. he liked it. he liked it even more when youâd explain it to him kindly, no yelling, no degrading, just a simple explanation; and heâd get it. he wasnât dumbâŚno⌠you think he was smarter than anyone youâve ever met.
but he was in a place like this.
you wanted him to win. you didnât want him getting hurt like the previous fighters. you wanted him to win so you can grab his hand and take him homeâŚ
tojiâs feet pounded the ground, as big as he was, he was fast. faster than the fighters before. it was too easy for him. he dodged like no other, countered like no other, and punched like no other. as fun as this was for the crowd, it was not just a game for others. and for toji, it was a job.
he crashed onto the stool in his corner, spitting out some blood when his opponent got a cheap shot in. rinsing his mouth with the water his team fed him.
âfuck is taking you so long?â Raido suddenly appeared beside tojiâs side, leaning against the ring. âyou have a job.â
âIâll rip that fucking flapper straight outta yer face if you speak to me that way, again,â his team was dead silent, frozen as ice. âyou understand?â raido could not answer. instead he made the mistake of letting his eyes flicker up for barely a second. yet toji immediately caught his line of vision and he felt his entire body run cold.
âwhat is she doing here?â toji suddenly stood up, his eyes were dark, body boiling.
âboss, the rounds starting,â one of his men was waiting for toji to open his mouth to put the mouth guard on. toji couldnât think clearly, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he took.
yoru was yelling constantly in your ear. your eyes wavering between her and the ring. you couldnât catch raidoâs smirk as he strides back to his seat. he was lucky, if you werenât here, he didnât know if heâd be able to succeed, thatâs only if his men gave him the correct information. if the boss truly likes you thenâŚ
âwhatâs this!!â the audience is in screams, having just witnessed the cleanest maneuvering and a clear hook the immediately knocks his opponent out, jaw definitely broken. âThe emperor of the night!â suna was going absolutely ballistic beside you.
toji couldnât cheer, his eyes instead settled on the men in the booth high up in the stands, raido whispering in their ears as they boiled with anger. heâd won⌠heâd won, but he hadnât completed what was expected of him. what was ordered of him. his opponent was to have a minimum of two broken limbs in the course of seven rounds, and yet heâs won with a simple knockout in just three rounds. of course it was for one reason onlyâŚ
he didnât need you seeing him like that.
what heâd thought was something to spare you, only seemed to shine a huge spotlight on how deeply you affect the âbossâ. it wasnât hidden either, no, it was definitely shown to everyone else, friend and enemy as raido came forth slipping something into the hosts pocket.
âas we do every night, an audience member is chosen to greet the champion with his medal!â the audience bursting with excitement. âand our winner is!â The host takes out the slip of paper from his pocket and reads of the seat number.
âC8â the audience fell silent as they all looked to the front rows, waiting for the winner to stand.
âthatâs you y/n!â yoru yelped, suna gasping as your friends stared at you dumbfounded.
âhave we found our winner?â The host shouted. âahh what a beautiful young lady!â the audiences that could see, were letting out whistles. ânow donât be shy.â you felt uncomfortable under the eyes of the entire stadium, your eyes briefly glancing up at the stands, shivering to see all the men in suits practically feasting on you with their greedy eyes.
your heart beating was the only thing you could hear. your friends shoving you forward didnât help either. you silently prayed for it to be you, you wanted to see him closer. you didnât want anyone else near him, touching him, looking at himâbutâŚbut nowâŚnow you wanted to run away, you didnât like it. you didnât like the way he was looking at you.
his warm eyes and gentle smile was not there. no instead their was an unfamiliar hardness replaced in the kneeled fighters face. raido held your hand, helping you into the ring as he handed you the medal to gift the fighter.
the stadium was filled with cheers and applause, you were dragging your feet, unaware of how close raido stayed, until you took another step forward and felt your body suddenly lunging forward. it was too fast to process, because suddenly your body was pressed firmly against tojiâs warm body. you could feel his heart beating fast, and his hand was so softly resting on the back of your head. you hadnât realized that heâd immediately took your wrist pulling you into his embrace.
âI guess the emperor also has a type!â the host laughed, taking the attention off the fighter as he joked, allowing raido to smirk at the fighter.
âseems like youâve made your decision,â his words laced with snark and confidence.
âbig talk after the fact,â toji couldnât help the deep laugh that was crawling itâs way up his chest. you felt goosebumps erupt on your skin feeling his chest rumble with laughter. âahh I guess I like games too,â tojiâs glare immediately had raido averting his gaze as he walked away, not before looking down at you.
there was a brief moment of silence. he was sweaty, sticky, and clearly bothered. but his arms were careful not to hurt you.
âwhatâre you doing here?â his voice had shifted tones, suddenly your mind could immediately recognize he was directing this to you.
âI came with my friends,â you gulp.
âif I ever catch you here againââ your head pushes off to look him in the eyes, letting his words be directed at you and not the air, he falls silent. words caught in his throat, green eyes wavering as he met your bright ones. he cursed himself even more, his heart was hammering uncontrollably.
âwho are you to tell meââ his hand pulls you to his shoulder, fingers behind your neck as your eyes looked past his shoulder feeling his lips tickle your cheek as he spoke.
your mind flashes to the night your classmate walked you home. you spent some extra time in the lab to finish some work and test out a certain theory you wanted to run by your professor. you could tell your lab partner was trying to get with you. he constantly hit on you, flirted during your labs, but he was pretty charming. so you werenât afraid when he asked to walk you home.
toji had been roaming around the building. he knocked on your door a few hours ago. heâd ordered some food for when you get back. this time it was his treat. you were always home at this hour. why do I care? toji was coming back from getting a drink from the store when he noticed the exchange happening in front of the building.
you were holding your bag, lips moving as you spoke with your hands. the unfamiliar man stood in front, his eyes darting over your figure. his fingers grazing your exposed shoulderâ
âah!â your body was suddenly yanked back, hitting a firm body. âtoji?â glancing over your shoulder at the man holding your wrist, meeting your gaze. why did he do that? he had no clue what was going on. âthis is my lab parââ
âI ordered thai,â he cuts you off. he was praying you couldnât see the warm heat crawling up his ears.
âoh, okay, Iâll be right upââ
âitâll get cold, you donât like cold drunken noodles,â he said holding your wrist a bit more gently as he pulled you with him. ignoring all the alarms going off in his head.
ây/nââ your lab partner called, as you glanced over your shoulder.
âIâll send over the report tomorrow morning,â unbeknownst to you, toji was glaring aggressively at the man. a giant guard dog looming over you, immediately making him feel unsafe as he quickly went off.
âdid you wait long?â you opened your apartment, allowing toji to sit in the living room, legs crossed as he opened up the food, laying it out.
âno,â his tongue darted out touching his scar. eyes following your form as you disappeared into your room. the door slightly ajar, self control wasnât something toji was familiar with. especially when it came to you. he couldnât help his eyes from watching your form pull over your top.
fuck, his gaze dragged over the brief glimpses of your naked back. he wondered how his rough hands would feel against the soft skin, how his lips would feel as he searched the spot thatâd make you whine. whyâre his pants getting tight, he gulped seeing you slip on a loose fitting tshirt, kicking off your pants.
his mind ran wild. eyes darkening, he wanted to bend you over right there. he wanted to feel your ass against his palm, he wanted to kiss your shoulder, stroke his palm down to your warm pussy. how wet would you be? would you shy under his gaze or rut against his hand. ahh heâd peel your pretty pink panties to the side and pull his fat lengthâ
âyou didnât have to wait,â you quickly shuffled out of the room, yellow shorts flowing against your glowing thighs, plopping down in front of your neighbor.
âyouâre the one that likes having the first bite,â he quips, ignoring the bulging hard on heâs carrying for you.
ânuh-uh, I just likeââ his fingers slip a spring roll in your mouth,
âhaving the first bite,â he finishes, watching you take a bite, cheeks heating aggressively as he brushed the crumbs from your lips.
âyou my maid now?â you say with a mouth full, trying to conceal your arousal.
âyouâd like that. like it when i feed you?â he tilts his head, eyes half lidded as he watched you blink. âcat got your tongue?â
âno,â you huff, embarrassed how flustered youâre getting.
âopen your mouth,â his command automatically had your lips parting as he slipped in a noodle, not bothering to use his chopsticks, allowing his fingers to touch your wet lips. your lips enclosed around his two fingers.
âyou like sucking on my fingers?â his experience with previous women, was able to shield his beating heart. so infatuated with your warm mouth licking his finger, rolling over the pads of his rough digit. he swore under his breath, pulling his fingers out as he dragged your bottom lip down. your tongue lulling out in submission.
âare you still a virgin?â his thumb pulled at your bottom lip. your legs were clenching together, a warmth pooling inside your light pink panties. shifting for some friction.
âyou have a corruption kink or something?â you bite his thumb.
ânot necessarily,â he swears as you suck on his thumb, eyes fluttering as you open your lips to take little breaths. âyou like sucking on peopleâs fingers?â his pupils were dilating.
âyour not just people,â you reply, toji cursing at your flustered state.
âyouâre not hungry?â he bites his cheek, shifting his weight feeling his dick straining.
âoh, ya,â your lips peeling away from his thumb as toji brushes his hand atop your head. petting you as you generously ate the food heâd ordered. your eyes would dart up to meet his, but he only ate his food as if you hadnât just been sucking on his fingers, visibly turned on by it too. instead, toji helped you clear the rest of the food as he cleaned it up.
âyou have more work?â he walked back into the small living room seeing your papers now piled on the table. your hand switching between jotting notes with your pencil, to typing quickly on your laptop.
âI have a report I need to finish up,â toji suddenly remembered the encounter earlier. he was unfamiliar with this feeling. he couldnât understand why he pulled you away from that kid. and he couldnât reason why he isnât sitting in his usual place across from you, but instead plants himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.
your body was on a fire. huh? âyou t-tired?â you cleared your throat trying to remain calm.
âthought Iâd keep ya company,â he mumbled, lips pressing feather like kisses on your exposed neck. your eyes fluttered as his hand brushed your exposed thigh. âyouâre burning up,â he whispers, causing your head to lull back on his shoulder as his palm generously squeezed your hip. âIâm distracting you?â
âya,â you sigh, whimpering oh so softly.
âif I asked you to let my eat your pussy, how wet would you get?â your definitely blew a fuse. head steaming as you clenched around nothing, definitely soaking your panties completely. Tojiâs head went back in laughter.
âasshole!â you elbow his side, making him groan. âdonât tease virgins! itâs not nice!â you turn back to your work, desperately trying to calm your body.
toji settled peacefully behind you. eyes following your homework as if he wasnât sporting a hard boner that was pressed against your lower back.
âtoji-â
âkeep working, Iâll keep up,â he reassured, ignoring your stiff body until you returned to your work. shoulders slowly relaxing, body easily molding in his embrace as heâd mumble here and there. couldnât you also use this formula? howâd you get to that? his fingers danced on your thigh, gently massaging the flesh of your inner thigh, his warm palm had a wave of heat coursing down south, and he didnât care.
his fingers would tickle as he crawled higher up to the pulsing heat. your shorts loose enough for his fingers to slip inside your pant hole and tickle your panties. your breathing hitched as toji continued talking as if this was just one of your normal little sessions. it was a good distraction.
âIâm sorry,â toji retracted his hand, you were too focused on your work to hear what heâd said, but his hand returned to your thigh.
nothing happened after. toji fell asleep beside you, legs stretched out under the table as he laid on his side, arm swung over your lap as you finished up your work before you too crashed on the floor. and yetâŚhere you are nowâŚ
âyou wanna act like a bratty little college kid, then go get fucking wasted at some fucking party and stay up late smokinâ pot, fuck if I care,â his voice dropped, warm breath only sending a cold feeling across your body, âgo on a date somewhere else. get your pussy wet fucking on some ferris wheel,â you felt sick the more he went. âbut donât you dare come back here.â your heart wouldnât stop pounding. âdo I make myself clear?â
you aggressively try to push him away only for his grip to tighten clearly not finished. âyouâre a big fucking problem, we talk a couple times doesnât give you any idea what position youâve put me in. Iâm not your fucking boyfriend or some shitty friend; youâre nothing to me. so youâre going to leave and I neverâŚnever want to see your face again.â
you finally get free with a harder push, falling back on your ass. eyes wavering on his face. you couldnât recognize him. this wasnât the same man whoâd walk with you late at the night, he wasnât the kind man that would pat your head whenever you did something goodâŚnoâŚthis wasnât him.
the long nights spent in your apartment explaining equations, only for him to gradually catch up in which heâs finally beginning to understand the problems on his own. sharing food as youâd lean over the table to correct his problems and he wouldnât feel insecure in the least bit that youâre a girl and youâre helping him. smarty pants, donât let it get to your head.
ây/nââ your friendâs calls fall on deaf ears as you quickly made your exit, ignoring everything and everyone around you.
toji quietly watched until you were completely out of his sight. allowing him the opportunity to have his full attention on the men in the booth. dead men walkingâŚâŚâŚ
âwhatâre you doing?â toji stood from his spot as he watched you walking down the path, clearly trying to get back home. ây/n!â
you didnât answer, instead focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, one arm across your stomach holding your side, as the other wiped the tears that felt endless.
the fighters jaw clenched as he watched you completely ignore him. his chest filling with frustration because how could this have happened. it was a messageâsomeone was definitely targeting you in order to get to himâ
a sudden yelp had toji immediately kicking off the pavement, arm around your waist keeping you from hitting the ground. you struggled in his hold, desperately trying to wiggle out âletâŚgo,â your hands were clawing at his forearm, whining when he wouldnât set you free.
âlet me help youââ
âno!â you shout, only to whimper quickly after, suddenly feeling the kicks you received earlier. âIâm doing you a favor.â
âwhatâre you talkinââ
âyou didnât want me! Iâm sparring you the trouble itâll cause,â toji could feel your body trembling, your eyes stinging with anger and pain.
âheyâŚhey, take a deep breath, can you do that for me?â toji sets aside any of his own thoughts in order to calm your mind. talking you through deep breaths as he carefully kept his arm around your waist, until you were stepping into your apartment. sitting you down on the couch and moving to the bathroom.
âI guess it really would be trouble,â you mumble faintly, however, the man is able to pick up on it as he opens the first aid supplies. his green eyes flickering up to see your own swollen ones staring outside.
âIâm sorry,â your eyes return to him, watching as he gently cleans the cut on your lip and cheek. you donât look at him. look at me, please! his thoughts were scrambled. no donât, I donât deserve itâŚ
you felt your chest tighten, feeling the weightâhe buried his face in your lap, hands gripping the sides of your long green skirt. your lips trembling as you watched his shoulders shake with anger. heâd unbuttoned your cream shirt, and he physically felt nauseous.
heâs caused worse, heâs received worse. but the dark bruise on your side looked like the worst possible damage in the world to him.
âwhyâre you mad?â your jaw clenched, blood boiling at his audacity. he had no right.
âIâll kill them,â his words were muffled, he couldnât think straight. âIâll kill then allââ
âwhy?â his head snapped up, looking at you as if youâd just asked the most bizarre question ever.
âwhy?â he repeated, trying desperately to control his breathing, yet his eyes continued to look at the dark purple bruise.
âyes. why,â you pushed his hands off you, cursing as you stumbled only for his hands to come up to your waist, allowing you another chance to push them away.
âwhy? because they fucking hurt you!â he shouted, no longer able to contain his anger. especially with how loose youâre taking this. âyouâre bleeding, and bruisedââ
ânothings broken,â you snap back, staring out the window, not giving him the time of day.
âdonât be stupid.â
âwhat?â you whip your head over your shoulder, brows pinched. âyouâve come back with black eyes, the guys in that ring have broken bones, smashed in facesââ
âfuck kinda comparison are you tryna make here?!â
âthe one between you and me,â your eyes were leaking, unbothered as you ripped out the pages throwing them piece by piece. âIâm the fucking problem, but Iâm the one that you always come too. Iâm hurt, but youâre always angry! youâre always angry even if youâre quiet even when youâre teasing me. Iâm the idiot, but youâre an even bigger one!â
he stood silent.
âI left you alone because I thought⌠that it would stop your pain,â toji felt his heart squeeze, he didnât like seeing you like this. whatâs happening right now? of course this is his fault. when is it ever not his fault!? heâs brought this life on you, he caused this. only youâve ever called him smart, but this man was nothing close to being smart. instead letting his mouth speak on foolish impulse.
âmaybe i need to get further away.â
your tears collecting in your broken eyes. throat dry, lungs gradually running out of air over the course of the night.
âfuckâŚfuck y-â you were holding your chest, clawing at your skin as you ran out of oxygen, breathing turning into hiccups for air. toji was an idiot.
stupid mouth. his body never listens. immediately holding you as he kneeled with your falling body.
ây/n! y/n, listen to my voice,â he held your cheek as you gasped for air, your panic attack sending your mind into a state of shock. âcalm downâŚbreathe, babygirl.â
your nails dug into his wrist, getting scared the more you tried to calm down. âbreathe with me, come on, I know youâre a smart girl.â he held your hand letting you place it on your stomach allowing you a conscious physical feeling of breathing in and out, as he did it with you.
the panic attack slowly began to subside as you took in a few more deep breaths. his warm hand littered with scars and open cuts, gently caressed your cheek. your eyes gazing up at him, you hated him. but that didnât stop you from squeezing his wrist.
his heart couldnât shut up, what am I doing? this was not what heâd been preaching. quite the opposite. this was the closest heâs been to you. arms protectively holding you close. his cheek propped on his elbow as he gazed down at your sleeping form. cheeks still a bit damp. your scent engulfing him as he felt high.
âidiot.â
âare you still mad at me?â toji leaned against the vending machine as he watched you walk past him. youâve been giving him the cold shoulder for the past month. and yet, he still stayed on you like a lost puppy.
âyouâre the one thatâs mad,â you roll your eyes, laughing to yourself when heâd do his routine of jogging up beside you, hands deep in his pockets as he accompanied you in your night shopping.
âwhyâre you still going out at night?â he huffed, frowning as he tilted his head staring at you from the side.
âI have errands.â
âwhich can be done later. canât you be more cautious?â his jaw clenched.
âbut youâre here,â you finally look at him. he blinks for a moment, noticing that the bruise on your cheek has healed, along with the cut on your lip.
âwell, i wonât always be,â he bit his cheek, noticing your gaze still on him.
âthen leave,â you pick up the pace. toji was starting to grow frustrated. you were not cautious. you went about your life as if thereâs no risk. you didnât care if it was night or day. you did as you pleased as if you hadnât experienced a traumatizing event a month ago. and that terrified the man.
his hand held your arm, turning you back to him. âwhatâs going on? whatâs the problem?â
âyou tell me?â you shove back at him.
âyou!â why does he always get so angry. âyouâre the fucking problem!â toji cursed over and over. âwhy canât you listen to me?â
âyouâre nothing to me,â you threw his words back at him. he clenched his jaw.
âwhat do you want from me?â he needed you, he needed you so badly, but you can not choose him. he wonât allow you to trust him. not even if heâd give his life for you.
âyouââ your jaw clenched as well. he always makes your blood boil. âyouâre just an idiot,â you burst. âfucking idiot!â you stomp away. âfuck you!â
âfuck you!â he yelled back.
toji cursed following you to and back from the store. ây/n!â toji called as you sped to your apartment, only for the door to slam in his face. âfuck me.â
his shoulders dropped, leaning his head against your door. what is he doing? he canât put you through this, yet he already is. he was unfamiliar with this feeling. longing for someone. he didnât like how calm he felt in your company. how his stomach churned whenever youâd meet his eyes with youâre bright and pure ones. you were too good for him. you were smart and ambitious. you had no limits, but if he was there heâd only drag you down. he wasnât good for you.
the blood splattered on the floor. the cheers faded in the background as toji rolled his shoulders back. he was surprised to see the opponent rise to his feet. he usually had no thoughts except the job in mind during these matches. yet, it always gets scrambled when one person faces him.
not here.
your arms and legs crossed, leaning against the seats in the second row, chin up as you maintained eye contact on the ring, specifically the star of the night.
toji could not afford to loose out on the money. heâd already gotten to the sixth round, barely keeping this opponent alive in order to break his right arm, and two ribs. but youâre here. why!
âfuck!â toji rinsed his mouth with the water. letting his team slip the guard back in his mouth, eyes sharp as he met your gaze. he was angry. feral. but you stay unfazed.
fuck it. this is what you wanted. he wanted you to leave him. so heâll lay out all his cards. no limits.
he looked like a beast, his agility was superhuman, and his strength could not compare to anyone else. he snapped the manâs arm with a quick and calculated jab to the joint, and a hook directly hitting his bottom two ribs, cracking them instantly. the manâs scream and the sound of bones breaking made audiences cheer or look away gagging.
your grip was tight, nails digging into your bicep as you averted your eyes down. your heart was hammering. whatâre you doing here? youâre asking for it now! but you looked up, as horrified as you felt, it didnât compare to the complete and utter hurt in tojiâs eyes.
you stayed seated, people jumping around you, an audience member handing toji another medal, that was cheap and easily disposable. his looming form stood back up, taking quick and long strides across and out of the ring, until an arm wrapped around your bicep.
âow!â you wince, his strength was something you couldnât compete with. âowww toji!â
âthis hurts?â he snaps, not letting go until youâve made it all the way outside, having gone through a back passage, as he finally let go of you. the sounds of cars and a bustling night city in the distance.
âyou hurt me!â you yell back.
âwas I? I didnât know,â his words laced with sarcasm. his hands rubbing his face. he was angry. âare you dumb?â
âno.â
âyes,â his eyes follow you. arms crossed again.
âwhyâre you so mad?â youâre really pushing his buttons.
âIâm the idiot!?â he exclaims. âMe!? fuck me!â
âyou said Iâm nothing, so why do you care so much? honestly itâs hypocritical. I can do what I wantââ
âno you canât! do you like acting like a fucking brat? youâre not allowed hereââ
âwho says?â
âme!â his chest is fuming, eyes wide and tired. âI said I donât want to see you here.â
âno you said you never wanted to my face ever again. anywhere. but youâve been breaking your dumbass rule over and over again. so itâs only fair that I do too,â his jaw clenches. âand Iâm not a brat.â
âgo home, y/n,â toji turns around, thereâs no use wasting his breath. youâve always been stubborn, since the day youâve met. at least he dragged you away from the eyes insideâ
his breath hitched. a weight pressed up against his back. toji felt his heart pulse, swallowing slowly as he feels your arms tighten around his fit waist. your hands were always so cold, so why was his body on fire? your face pressed deeper against his shoulder blades. âlet go.â
âno,â you can feel your heart beating against your chest, stomach churning as you hold onto him so dearly. âIâm not leaving without you.â the fighter swears under his breath, eyes clenched tight recalling all the blood on his hands, the ghosts of the past. yet hereâs an angel unable to let go of a monsterâ
ây/n, i said let go,â his hands try to pull your wrists off him, but youâre grasping onto him so desperately as you shake your head behind him. âstop acting like this!â
heâs able to get free, spinning around to face you. your hands balled into fists. he doesnât need to say anything, he can easily read your expression. your lip jutted out, your eyes darting between his devoid of any ounce of doubt. his breath hitched. why are you so obsessed with getting hurt?
he left againâ
that didnât seem to work though. you were persistent. you came almost every night. watching every single one of his matches. it didnât matter if you had work all day or exams the night morning. you would still show up. he would shout, yell, curseârepeatedly urging you to fucking listen to himâ
âItâs fucking dangerous! what donât you get?!â
âwell thatâs my fucking problem then,â you shrug, only causing the fighter to slam his fist behind you, cursing as the concrete alley wall broke the skin of his knuckles.
âfuck me,â his head dropped, brows scrunched. he canât do everything. living this kind of life and having you. it was impossible. âI need to keep you safe.â he mumbles.
âi donât need savingââ
âyes, you do,â he feels your delicate hand lift his head. âwhyâre you doing this to me? youâre always messing with my head,â he curses, your hands feel so nice. they could probably cleanse him of everything he once was, the horrors of his life and the trauma of the past. but he didnât need the dirt staining you too.
âIâm not doing anything,â you answer, thumb carefully touching the scar on his lip. heart fluttering as his eyes fell to your lips. his entire being was fighting not to crash his lips onto yours. he wanted to know what you felt like. he couldâve done it with you ages ago, but it didnât feel right. he didnât want to disappear the next day. if he wanted to have you, heâd become obsessedâ
âdo I have to choose?â you couldnât fully understand his predicament. you didnât even know how dark his past was. but to you it didnât matter. none of it mattered except that you could see the giant burden that had this man walking with a weight on his shoulders. living a life of crime and misery, when he had so much potential. potential that he thought to be useless, that was told by others was useless. but not to you. he was a diamond in the rough, and you were not letting that go.
âup to you,â you pulled away this time. as much as you held on, you couldnât chain him down. he had to set himself free, you just gave him the key.
you knew what you were doing was dangerous. but you only had his best interests in mindâ
the banging on the door startled you up. your eyes wavering at the extensive pounding. fuck fuck fuck, you messed up big time! it was because you kept going to his fights, now those men are here to kill you! skin you alive! fuck!
âshit,â you tripped getting off the couch, banging your side on the coffee table, hand quickly slapping over your mouth. the bangs were not stopping, praying the killer hadnât heard you. your knees scurry across the floor reaching for the baseball batâ
ây/n, open the fucking door!â your hand freezes on the bat, ears perking. ây/n! come on I know youâre here!ââ
âdonât fucking scare me like that!â you shout, swinging the door open, only to stumble back as toji grabbed hold of you. âwhat the fuââ your eyes blow wide. âwhat the fuck!â
toji was drenched in blood. face splattered, arms and clothesâ
âare you okay?!â his hand held your face, looking over it.
âme? whatâre youâlook at yourself!â your eyes couldnât catch up with all the blood. was it his?
âstop yelling!â
âyouâre yelling!â you curse as toji holds your wrist dragging you into the apartment. his hands moving around grabbing alcohol as he began listing a bunch of things as you ran from your apartment to his, not having time to look around before running back and dropping everything on the table.
âwhat do I do?â your eyes were shifting from tojiâs face and his heaving body. suddenly feeling a warm weight press on your head.
âdeep breath,â his voice sunk into your mind, gaze meeting as you swallowed thickly. âyouâre fine?â
âstop asking thatââ
âyouâre fine? right?â his stern words immediately sent a flutter swarming inside you.
âyesâŚIâm fine,â your brows pinched together as he brushed his thumb across . âwhoâs blooââ
ânot mineâŚâ he sighs tilting his head back against the couch. ânot all of it is mine.â he takes a deep breath, âcut my shirt,â you immediately grab the scissors, cutting open his shirt, swallowing at the bloodied clothes as it fell down. youâre eyes darted around his body, the multiple scars and tattoos facing you now, but the bullet wounds on his side stood out.
âIâm not a surgeonââ
âyouâre a nerd, donât you read books?â he quips. your face shifting into anger, âthere there, donât get wet on me. Iâll talk you through it,â toji held your face, youâre panicked eyes couldnât wrap your head around this. ânow grab that scalpelââ
this didnât seem like the first time something like this had happened. but it was the first time he was asking someone for help. his eyes followed your face, youâd mumble back to him after every order. âliking science doesnât make me a surgeon.â
âjust a bratty nerd, gonna run your mouth all night?â toji tsked, âow! fuck!â
âmaybe remember who has the knife right now.â
âscalpel, dummy,â toji corrects.
âscalppel, dummy,â you mimic, rolling your eyes with a huff. toji had a mouth on him, but it really came out when you had to dig for the bullet in his side.
âsorry,â you cringe, watching toji fall back on the couch.
âforgot how clumsy your hands are,â he sighed, your hands were shaky and it wasnât helping. but eventually you pulled out the bullet and continued listening to his instructions.
âare you usually this submissive?â he was patting your head, eyes half lidded as he watched you work. you were wearing your pajamas. it was past midnight, his eyes flickering up to see your show paused. it was a bad habit of yours, staying up late to binge show.
âjust when youâre half dead,â toji snorts.
âworth it,â his eyes follow your concentrated face, nose scrunched up as you finish stitching his hip.
âwhy are you not explaining anything?â your eyes dart to catch his.
âyou didnât ask,â he maintains eye contact. his smile only causing you to raise a brow.
âwhyâre you smiling?â you cut the end of the suture.
âis that not allowed?â
âitâs creepy.â
âyou donât like anything I do,â he rests his head to the side, staring up at you as you cover his stitches.
âthatâs no true,â you mumble, still focused on treating him.
âthen tell me,â his hand reaches up, cupping your cheek.
âhuh?â
âtell me what you like about me?â his body was exhausted, yet he still had time to make you feel anxious, butterflies swarming inside you.
âi-iâŚâ your face was heating up, words getting caught in your throat. âmaybe you tell me what you like about me first!â
âyour head,â toji easily answers. you snort, only for him to continue. âyouâre the smartest person I know.â his grin suddenly has your chest warming. âyouâre a good teacher.â his hand slides down to hold your hand instead, playing with your small fingers. âyouâre pretty cute when you help me out. you rant a lot, and go on about stuff that I donât fully get, but itâs cute in its own way. especially when weâre together here and you get nervous when Iââ
âstop!â toji looks up, heart swelling as he sees the flustered state heâs put you in. it was too easy. âwhy did you actually answer,â youâre looking down at your hands, the dried blood didnât phase you.
âyou asked.â
âI did but likeâŚâ
ânot good with your feelings?â toji clicks his tongue.
âmy feelings?!â you blurt, cheeks flushed. âyou-youâre justâŚâ
âjust what?â his arms suddenly hoist you up, planting you on his lap.
âwhatâre you doing?â you yelp, holding his shoulders as he leans his head up, sly grin painted on his lips.
ânothing,â you almost blew a fuse. the fairy lights casted a shadow over his face, his pupils dilated, lips parted. why does he look so good right now? one second he was bleeding out on your couch, the other heâs fucking teasing you!
âdonât,â you cover your face quickly, trying desperately to control your breathing. if he had youâŚif you gave yourself up and he continued this life, you didnât know if your heart could bare it. âI donât like seeing you hurt.â your words were muffled.
âthis was the last time,â his hands wrapped around your small hands. âno more fighting.â you allowed him to see your flustered face. your lips wet and pouty, eyes half lidded. oh fuck. âthatâs not the kind of face of someone thatâs worried.â
âI am!â
âthen why do I wanna kiss you right now?â your breath hitched, cueing the man to crash his lips against yours not wasting a single second.
your mind burst. stunned whines fall on deaf ears as toji holds your neck, thumb pressing up on your jaw, tilting your head as he devoured your lips. tongue slipping into your inviting lips as you held his wrist.
âyouâre done?â you pant, âyouâre done with that life?â toji kisses your lips again, the pecks expressing how much heâs longed for this. âwill everything be okay?â
his lips trailed down the column of your neck. âIâll make it okay,â he bit down on your shoulder causing a moan to slip out. âas long as youâre here.â
your hands pulled his face back up, lips attacking his once again. he smiled feeling your inexperience desperately crave for his attention, how cute. he helped your lips move with his, tongue playing as he held your hip against him, feeling his own arousal stir up.
âis it gonna hurt?â you mumble, fingers tangled in his hair.
âIâll open you up, so youâre all wet and loose fer me. Iâll stretch you-â
âwait!â toji looks up. stunned to see your flustered expression. âI meant is it gonna hurt you? youâre the one whoâs beaten up!â you blurt, still trying to wrap your head around what heâd just said. toji broke into loud laugh, cackling as he slipped his hands under your shirt.
âyouâre so cute,â he catches your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on the soft tissue as you whine. the man grins once he pulls away to see you chasing after his lips. his fingers dragging your shirt over your head.
your cheeks darken as you feel the breeze against your exposed chest. nipples perking up like good little buds.
âaww, you got all hard,â he cooes, almost sending you into a coma as he caresses the soft tissue. his hands were huge, molding your tits in his grip. thumbs circling the pretty pebbles.
âyouâre staring too much,â you cower, hands going to his eyes, as toji chuckles.
âgetting shy now?â
âno, justâstop staring, perveâah,â your face twists, body almost convulsing as toji pinches your sensitive nipples, only to latch his lips around one. âwhat theâahh, youâre,, hahh-ah youâre biting!â
your hands grip the back of his neck, hips lifting as he held your chest to his face, sucking dark bruises on your bouncy tits. his voice groaning as he stared up at you. so prettyâŚso pretty⌠he couldnât stop. he wanted to see more. wanted to hear more. he needed to touch more.
âpullin my hair?â his chest rose and fell, cheeks flushed a dark pink as your fingers held the back of his head, holding him back with his hair.
âyou just started touching me!â you were beyond flustered. your face and chest flushed, nipples so perky and wet, you looked so fucking gorgeous.
âI can leave.â
âwill you?â your fingers loosened from his hair.
âno,â his lips ghosting your own. âi wanna kiss you. touch youâŚI wanna fuck you so good, sweetheart.â your legs tried to close, but you only pressed down on his lap. âyouâd like that?â his lips curled up. it was too easy to read your body. âyouâre still a virgin right?â
âyou really do have a corruption kink!â you blurt, cheeks puffed. âah-youâre always bitingâtoji!â your arms squeeze in, unconsciously pressing your tits together as your pretty voice rises. his teeth nibbling at your nipples again. only to lift you up, tossing you beside him.
âi only have one for you,â his lips trailed down your body, sucking and biting as you squirmed. fingers permanently in his hair as he relished in your rough pulling.
âhow are you gonna open me up?â you use his words from earlier, panting softly as you held his hair. his eyes smiled as he licked his scar.
âhow do you want me too?â
your cheeks were flushed, yet youâre able to suck up the courage to place your tongue between your middle and forefinger.
he kissed his teeth, âdirty fucking girl, who taught you that?â his dick throbbed in his pants watching you act up from how turned on you were.
âwhat if Iâm not a virgin?â you didnât know what you were saying, maybe you just wanted to see how heâd react. you didnât expect his lips to curl into a sinister smile as you watched your shorts fly off your body.
âthen Iâll have to fuck you until your pussy can only cum for me,â his lips licked your torso, biting down as you squirmed, whines music to his ears. âbut looking at how drenched your cute panties are, I doubt youâre anything but a pretty little virgin desperate to get her pussy ate.â
âtoji, youâre too foul mouthed,â you whine, contradicting your so called pride as your hips try to get him to go lower. pressing his head down.
âshit, youâre teasing me now,â he dropped his forehead on your belly, laughing as he rubbed the outside of your thighs, fingers curling around the pretty light pink panties. âletâs make you cry, baby.â
you gasped, toji ripping the material of your panties as he brought your panties up to his face. âthese are cute,â he grins watching your face steaming.
âstop doing weird stuff!â you slap his chest lightly, afraid of hurting him.
âjust complimenting you, pretty,â he inhales the material, causing you to cry in embarrassment. âfine, fine, Iâll do that on my own,â he teases.
âperve!â he opens your legs nice and wide for his eyes. pupils dilating to a high at the jaw dropping sight. you forget your embarrassment, caught off guard by his reaction. he was mesmerized.
âfuck baby, fuck you were hiding this for so long,â toji was audibly groaning at the sight. pre-cum staining his boxers as his big cock throbbed at the sight. your pussy was finally visible to his eyes, his rough hands keeping them open as he watched your gapping hole throb.
âtoji! youâre so shameless!â
âme?â his tongue kissed his teeth. his thumb suddenly began circling your clit, your juices immediately coating it. âyouâre absolutely drenched,â heâs had his fair share of âlong nightsâ yet not once has he encountered someone thatâs made him so visibly aroused without touching him. âyouâre fucking leaking, and Iâve barely even touched you.â
âtojiâwaiâahhâuh!â your screams bounced off the small apartment walls as his lips latched onto your clit, sucking desperately. he was buried between your legs, nose deep in your pretty cunt as he sucked and lapped, moaned and whined, he canât even recall a moment when heâs felt so fucking good. has eating pussy always made him this aroused? noâŚfuck, he was really hardâŚit was just you.
âyou taste so good,â his eyes were glazed over as your fingers dug into his scalp. thighs tightening around his head as your back arched off the couch, crying out. he was humming in encouragement, egging you for more until the cord finally snapped.
â âm cumâah! âm cumming!â your body convulsed as toji drank everything up. his tongue inside your hole as you gripped his hair whining, riding out his flicking tongue. he didnât stop after you finished. âtoji!â you gasp, pushing his head away.
âthat was just my tongue, need to stretch you now,â his lips sucked bruises on your inner thigh, trailing over your hipbone as you let him kiss you over and over.
âare you gonna put your fingers inside me?â you were panting, yet you couldnât help the twitch between your legs. his lips curled, rubbing his middle and ring finger across your bottom lip.
âi know how much you like sucking them,â he cooes, watching your pulp lips part so obediently. âthereâs my good girl,â his praises run straight down as you start to feel lightheaded. tongue lapping and swirling around his digits, it felt so nice having him inside your mouth. you couldnât help but wonder how itâd feel to suck his dick. the weight in your mouth, his hand petting your head over and over. he was definitely bigâ
âmy virgin baby likes to tease me,â he feels his dick straining in his pants. he replaces his fingers with his lips. his arm wrapping around your waist as your legs crossed behind his back, smiling once he leaned up, letting you sit back in his lap. his fingers ghosting your hole before carefully pushing in. his eyes went bright as he watched your lips part.
âfeels good,â you hold his face, wiggling your hips as he pumps his fingers. fuck, sheâs so cute!
your nails dig into his shoulder. it was easy moving you around, spreading your legs further to pump another finger inside, cheek flushing deep red as he had you cumming once more. the moans only getting higher and louder as your juices trickled down his hand.
âyour pussyâs doing so well for me,â he praises, cupping your pussy, pressing his palm down, before raising it to give it a slap.
âahh!â your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as he rubs your pussy some more. his thumb pulls at your bottom lip as you loll your tongue out, letting his tongue glide over.
your lips play with each other, allowing him to nibble and bite at your bottom lip enough to have you shivering and rocking your hips desperately. youâre out of breath as he leaves open mouthed kisses on your burning neck, before sucking another dark bruise.
âcan I have it now?â you pant, so blessed out but so desperate for it
âit?â he teases, fingers digging into your ass as he grips your cheeks firmly, pressing you down on his fat bulge, rocking you over him.
âwant it,â you bite his ear, holding his hand as you place it on your lower belly. âfeels so empty without you,â youâre practically purring. âfill me up, toji.â
fuck!
toji swears under his breath, his pants on the ground and boxers tossed in a random direction as he lets his fat dick slap his tummy. your eyes gloss over at the pretty sight. his angry big cock glistening with his precum as it trickled down the bulging veins on the underside of his girthy length.
ânow whoâs staring, perv?â your cheeks flush at his words. toji scoops your dripping pussy as he wraps his strong hand around his thick dick as he begins pumping the pulsing ache. âkeep yer eyes on me, pretty.â
âtoji,â you whine as you shiver at how lewd he looked. face flushed, chest heaving as the tattoos accentuated his well sculpted body. his lips were parted as deep grunts flowed from his pretty lips.
âIâm so hard, fuck, youâre so fucking pretty, babygirl,â his head was tilting up to catch your lips again bringing your hand to his dick. his body shivering as your small soft hands wrapped around him. âgood girl,â he cooes in bliss as you follow his movements.
his eyes watch your cute face staring at the way his cock twitches and leaks, hypnotized by the lewd scene. his stomach clenched, getting worked up. âkeep looking at me like that and Iâll cum,â he pants, âi like when you stare at me.â you flush at his words.
âitâs big,â you mumble to yourself, lost in a trance you hadnât noticed your words left your lips until toji drops his head back in laughter.
âneed to make you feel all nice and snug, ya?â your thighs clenched around him. âwanna be a big girl and put it inside?â your head nodded immediately.
he helped you sit up, body hovering over his pulsing dick. is it gonna hurt? itâs so big! you want it inside you now! but how? ârelax, y/n,â your eyes soften a bit at his call. his cock swiped through your wet folds, teasingly circling your tight entrance, before he held your hip with one hand and the other held your hand between your bodies as you squeezed it tight.
âah, âs big, tojiâŚtojiâuh,â your whines were music to his ears, his dick only growing in size as you struggled to take just his tip.
âyour pussy is squeezing me baby, relax,â he squeezed your hip in reassurance, only for your nails to dig into his hand as your eyes glossed over, panting heavier.
âit hurtsâŚfeels good thoâŚ.ah ah iâtoji!â your face was pressed into his neck, absolutely stunning the man. did you just?
âIâm barely half way in, prettyâ tojiâs voice sent aftershocks as you shivered from your unexpected orgasm. âyouâve ever fucked yourself?â
âjust played with my clit,â you mutter in embarrassment, averting your gaze.
âfuck meâ his heart was beating as his cock pulsed. he was the first to be inside you, his hips jerked up unconsciously.
you whined, wiggling your hips as tojiâs body caught on fire as he suddenly lifted you up. your eyes widening as your hands gripped his shoulders, stunned at his crazy strength. âsorry baby, I canât hold back anymore.â
âhuh? toâtoji!â your scream pierced the air as he dropped your entire weight down on his dick, snuggling his full length in your warm tight cunt. your eyes rolled back in absolute bliss.
âshit! youâre squeezing me to death,â his body didnât stop. it seemed like youâd forgotten how he was when he fights. even though the man was just shot and endured minutes of stitching, he had enough stamina to fuck you long and hard.
his cock squelching every time he thrusted. letting your pretty tits bounce in his face as he bit and sucked. the slight red that trickled down to the white cream base that decorated his cock had him going absolutely feral.
âlost your little virginity,â toji groans, you were squeezing him so tight. heâs dreamt of this for so long. squeezing your ass as he fucked up into you, slapping your ass every couple of seconds to hear the way you cry out his name, tears hitting his face.
heâs been dreaming of this. every time heâd stay up late with you, as much as he enjoyed solving your old homework and learning, he couldnât help his mind from pondering when heâd finish. gazing up briefly to see your cute little face scrunched up in concentration, how much he wanted to bite your cheek, kiss your pouty lips.
â so goodâŚfeel âs good, toâŚah! uh uh! toji!â your high pitched screams were so beautiful. he didnât care about the neighbors, or the noise complaints, not a single thing mattered other than wrecking the absolute shit out of the girl heâs been pinning over for months and months. heâs never felt so good inside someone. it was worth the torture of seeing you wearing youâre cute little shorts all the time, your tank tops that couldnât hold in your tits all the way. the cute way youâd yell and tease him back.
âdo you wanna cum for me, princess?â
âI wannaâŚ.yesâŚmore please!â you were practically drooling as he let a glob of spit slip past your lips as you immediately came around his length. his cock was as hard as can be, holding your waist as he fell to the carpet floor, blanket falling to the ground as he laid you down, the pillow under your lower back. he pumped his dick between your legs as you panted, only to let out a loud gasp as he snapped his hips back inside.
âgood girl, want all your pretty juices,â he praised. âfuck, I canât live without you! so good, uh pretty girl,â his mind was so empty, the only things keeping him conscious was how much he needed you. his hand pinned both your arms above your head as he pounded into your squelching cunt.
âarch yer back, pretty,â you obey immediately, listening to the fighter as he groaned, feeling himself slide deeper. âatta girl.â your vision blurred the more pleasure toji pulled from you. âpretty girl, ugh, eyes on me,â he lets go of your hands, grabbing your face. âon me.â
your mind was so blissed out, his arms gripping under your knees, as he angled your hips higher, kneeling closer to your body as your ass slapped against his thick thighs, fat cock pounding your insides, kissing your cervix over and over. your arms splayed over your head as your back arched up, nails digging into the blanket underneath.
âtaking my dick so well, uh, stretching ya out like a good fucking slut,â his chest was flushed, muscles flexing as your fingers went to pull him closer to you.
âI want more,â your words are slurred, eyes blinking with fat tears as you run your hands through his king raven hair, pulling him down closer as you take one of his pretty hands placing it on your lower belly. âwant your cummyâŚtojiâŚwant it all inside me,â his cheeks beat red feeling his fat print bulging in your tummy.
âfuck,â his cock tightened, face scrunching as he felt your legs squeeze him. âdonâtâdonât say things like that, baby.â his pace didnât stop, keeping it rough and fast. the obscene noises only made your thoughts more hazy.
âI want it! ah ahh fill me up! want all of it, please!â your cries rang through the room as the man lost all vision. he wanted so desperately to paint your insides with his hot white cum. what would that feel like? to let go inside your untouched walls, to fill you with every drop of his heavy loadâ
âshit y/n!â toji bit down on your shoulder, groaning into your skin as you cried loudly, bucking your hips up meeting his thrusts as he cursed. âstop it baby,â he was desperately trying to hold onto his sanity, but you were making it too difficult.
your cries reached another pitch that heâs realized happens before you cum. rolling his hips into your pussy walls, your eyes practically crossed, drool sliding down your lips.
âshit! Iâm so lucky,â he cursed, stunned by the shock, only to feel t your pussy clench desperately around him as your body shook, squirting clear liquid onto him.
âwanna be full, cum inside me, toji,â your legs locked around him, stopping him from escaping allowing his body to suddenly convulse. letting out a guttural groan feeling his abs constrict.
his head dropped against your own as he felt himself empty into your tight cunty. you rocked your hips with his as you milked out so much cum from his generous cock.
âso much, pretty boy,â you cooed, petting his hair as he groaned, burying his face in your neck as he continued cumming. he had so much for you, and youâd begged for it so sweetly, he couldnât leave you empty until you were completely full.
âfuckin minx,â he licked the bite marks that decorated your neck. âtake everything Iâm giving you,â his chest heaved as he pushed himself up, meeting your lips. âyou forced my hand, pretty.â
âkiss me more,â your lips caught his as he returned your sloppy kiss. tongues molding as he shivered, feeling you clench from the overstimulation.
he slowly pulled out, eyes half lidded at the sight of his cum oozing from your twitching hole. he almost passed out, but could only drop to your belly kissing it over and over as he pushed his cum back in. your fingers tangled in his hair, easily grabbing his attention as he crawls back up to you. your arms automatically wrapping around his shoulders, hugging him tightly.
âya liked getting your pussy all filled up?â toji soothes his hands down your spine as you held him close.
âit wasâŚâ the sarcasm and rough exterior immediately fizzled. you felt so good right now. ânice,â you licked your lips, brushing them over his as his eyes fluttered. âdonât leave me, okay?â your sweet voice had toji blinking, before his eyes softened.
âIâll die before I ever leave you,â he nudged his nose with yours, lips pressing firmly as you hugged him close. âyou scared?â he felt your body shaking, suddenly growing worried.
your head shakes, ânoâŚ.â
ây/n? baby, whyâre you crying?â he was worried, his heart squeezing as he tried his best to wipe the falling tears.
âIâm not,â you sniffle, desperately trying to keep your composure, which only had your nose running and your eyes glaze even more. you looked so cute, is all he could think, but whyâre you crying?
âyouâre only allowed to cry about my big dick,â toji sighs, holding you close as he sits back against the couch on the floor. smiling when you break out into a laugh.
his chest rises and falls, closing his eye to rest his head back. your lips quiver, eyes looking over his tired body. fingers trailing over his tattoos, feather light touches as he begins to fall asleep.
âtoji?â your soft voice calls him as you rest your head on his shoulder.
âhmm?â tojiâs eyes are still closed, but he squeezes your hip to show thatâs heâs listening.
âdo you want to go to school?â your words are calm and collected, yet your heart is beating incredibly fast. you want him to get his degree, to pursue something heâs good at. though youâre pretty good at science, toji beats you in math. you didnât know how he got to certain conclusions, yet it was all accurate.
âI want to be with you,â his words sent a fuzzy feeling inside, but you push it aside.
âseriously.â
âIâm being serious,â he blinks, eyes open. âyouâre enough for meâŚâ his words trail off. youâre silent for a moment, it seems like he was going to continueâ âbut I need to support you some way.â he smiles, pulling you closer. âthink I can get my degree?â
your cheek flare as your eyes brighten big, toji flushed at your reaction as you nod excessively, making him laugh.
âcmere,â his hands bring you back to his lips. âI want more, all the time,â he sighs, licking your tongue.
âpossessive much,â you try to hide your smile.
âvery,â he squeezes you close. almost causing you to pass out until he gets comfortable. ânow sleep.â he sighs, âI think I lost all my energy cumming half my existence inside your greedy fuckin cunt.â
âd-donât say that!â you exclaim.
âItâs funny,â he laughs, tired eyes blinking to stay awake. âbut your still leaking.â
you push off him, unable to take all this embarrassment, stumbling to your feet. âIâm gonna shower,â you huff, limping to the bathâ âwhat! whatâre youââ you felt your body loose gravity, suddenly dangling in the air.
âyou canât even walk straight,â toji grunts, holding his side as he had you up in one arm.
âyouâre bleeding through the bandages!â you gasp, seeing the blood trickle from the stitches youâd just sown. you struggle to get free.
âstop moving or Iâll open up the stitches.â
âwhat kind ofâ?!â you immediately shut up, brows pinched as toji dropped you in the bathroom, holding the sink as he winced. âI thought it wasnât bad??â
âit wasnât,â he turns on your shower. âbut I couldnât hold myself back when we were fucking.â he steps in, letting out a deep sigh as the water cascades over his body. the blood, sweat, and other fluids running down his sculpted legs and into the drain.
âwe shouldnât have done anything thenââ
âI was too hard, something was gonna happen,â he extended his wet hand out. waiting for you. âcmon, donât make that face.â your face is scrunched up in guilt and frustration.
âI donât like seeing you hurtââ
âyou said that already,â he grabs your wrist, pulling you inside. you hiss at the sudden water splashing on you.
âyou only listen when you feel like it,â you tilt your head up, eyes rolled in annoyance only for toji to grab your cute cheeks and squeeze your face so your lips were jutting out in a cute pout.
âI always listen, so donât be so worried,â he kisses your cheeks, reaching over for the shampoo. ânow letâs clean you up.â
it didnât fully dawn on you until you were laying under your soft comforter, warm body snugged close against you, face buried in your hair as his large arms held your back close to his chest. his hot breath even. but he was here. turning over, you gazed at his face, snuggling closer to him.
âtojiâ you whisper softly. It was a high possibility that he was fully knocked out now, but your fingers couldnât stop caressing his cheek. his black lashes resting on his cheeks as his lips part with each soft breath. âIâll do my best for you,â your own eyes starting to grow heavy. âso trust me, please.â your lips part to exhale.
âokay,â his lips gently press to your forehead. âI already chose you.â
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Aftercare with Toji âĄ
Headcanons! MDNI
Soft hours <3
Toji always gives you a final slap on your already flushed out ass, almost as if he's finalizing his job well done.
He fumbles to grab his phone off the nightstand, shaking hands opening the camera and positioning your almost lifeless body, taking another flick for his private gallery of only you.
"You okay, baby?" He finally speaks out after he gains back his breath, leaning over you and giving you a kiss on the forehead.
Toji will not let you out of bed after you fuck. "No, no stay still. Just lay there and look real pretty f'me, okay?"
Will definitely run a bath for you on a night when he isn't too tired out. He'll sit behind you, thick fingers previously used to turn you to slush, de-tangling your knotted up hair.
When he is too tired, he still trudges you over to the bathroom, letting you take care of your business before carrying you back to bed.
Loves to make you so fucked out that the only thing you can do is cling to him as he cleans you up.
Dresses you in only his huge, oversized clothes. He had a pair of boxers that you wore once months ago and from then on, they became yours.
One time, he almost cried after you insisted on giving him aftercare, saying, "You took such good care of me, you deserve it." He'd never felt more vulnerable than he did as you wiped the cum off of his body and replaced it with your soft lips and butterfly kisses.
Makes sure to cuddle you to sleep after every rough scene, a silent way of showing how much he loves you, and telling you he didn't mean all the mean things he said.
"Aw baby, look... you're bruising."
If you ever use your safe word, he silently backs away, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. He doesn't talk until you put your arms around his shoulders and assure him that you're okay.
"I'm sorry baby, I really didn't mean to go too far... you know I'd never really hurt you, right?"
Cherishes the silence of when the two of you just lay in the afterglow, feeling each other's bodies with no confines.
Always tells you how proud he is of you as he cleans you up <3
Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo
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bumping into tojiâs car with yours and bursting into tears cause youâve never had a (albeit very minor) accident before, pulling over through glassy eyes and stepping out to assess the damageâŚ
that scar curves up when he smiles, a deep voice to tell you that a âpretty little thing like you shouldnât be cryinâ over somethinâ like thisâ, rubbing those soothing circles on your back while his dick gets hard over your tearsâŚ
having you bent over his car bonnet with his cock buried deep inside you, for what you assume is payment for his inconvenience- there was barely a scratch to the back of his car, and with your tear stained cheeks and the bullying into you , youâd assumed youâd got off easy-
but then he asks for your insurance anyways, intending to get everything he can out of this minor inconvenience :/
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Older! Boyfriend Toji Headcanons
MDNI! (Slightly) EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD!
Soft headcanons:
Older! Toji, who adores the huge size difference between the two of you. He loves how you tilt your head back to look at him or stand on your tippy toes, pushing on his shoulders, just to kiss his cheek.
Older! Toji, who has a ton of money (shout out to broke ass Toji, though đ). You have no idea what he does for a living. You're pretty sure it isn't something totally legal, like accounting, but whatever. He doesn't mention it and you don't ask. His favorite thing to do is turn you spoiled rotten. He constantly takes you on shopping trips, although his attitude is astronomical, only letting himself smirk when you thank him for buying you a cute little sundress.
"That one's real cute, baby."
"Yeah, bub, that color is really nice."
"Just buy 'em both, I'll take you somewhere nice to show them off."
He can barley constrain himself from pinning you against the dressing room wall and pushing the faint yellow fabric of the dress away from your skin, tasting you through your little lace panties.
Older! Toji whose love language is quality time and physical touch. No matter what he's doing, he needs to have you next to him. He never thought he'd fall so hard for someone, yet here we are...
"Toji, baby please, I'm trying to cook dinner." Toji only tightens his grip around your waist.
"I know, pretty. Just want to feel you." He responded, hooking his chin over your shoulder, peering at the vegetable you were currently mutilating.
"That's definitely not how you cut garlic." You feel him turn his head, smirking into your neck.
"Shut up."
Older! Toji, who would never, EVER let you drive him anywhere. You're forever stuck as a passenger princess. Hell would have to freeze over before Toji would let you be responsible for transporting him somewhere. This includes the time he accidentally shot himself in the upper thigh (long story đ) and REFUSED to let you drive to the hospital. You belong in the passenger seat, and his big hand belongs rested on your thigh, gently squeezing the squishy flesh from time to time.
Older! Toji, who pays for your bi-weekly manicures.
"What about these?" You tilt your phone screen towards him, showing him the set of acrylics you saved to your pinterest board earlier that week.
"Hmm, very nice." He flashed you a small smile of approval before grabbing your hand, kissing each knuckle.
They'd look so small and delicate wrapped around his dick.
Older! Toji whose most embarrassing secret is his love-hate relationship with the Kardashians. At first it was baffling... he doesn't even look like he'd know who they are. However, this man is INVESTED. You heard it here first. He lives for the pettiness of it all.
"What the fuck is KhloĂŠ's problem now?"
Toji strolls into the living room where you're perched on the couch, eyes glued to the new episode of 'The Kardashians'. He huffs, plopping down next to you.
"She always acts like she's some mediator for Kim and Kourtney, but she's an instigator. Always whining and complaining about something." He scoffs, rolling his eyes. You laugh, humming in agreement.
His favorite thing to rag on them about is their baby names.
Older! Toji, who holds you at night. Feeling your chest rise and fall rhythmically with his is the most comforting feeling in the world. He never falls asleep before you, finding peace only when you've found yours. He only becomes sappy after midnight, the loneliness of a quiet bedroom forcing him to face his emotions. Once he's positive you're passed out for the night, he moves his hand from your upper back to your head, gently stroking back stray strands of hair that were previously covering your precious face.
"You looked so beautiful today. I need to tell you that more." He whispered.
"I'm so lucky to have such a sweet girl all to myself."
"I love you so much. More than anything."
Older! Toji, who sees you as his entire world. Scratch that, his entire universe.
Hope you enjoyed! xoxo
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Toji and Kento allllll the way hot damn
a/n. self proclaimed drabble, yall i got horny with a hanma shuji bot and i got inspired, then i thought of toji, geto, scaramouche, then more scarred, traumatized hot men - my type is so fucking... fucked, btw alhaitham and scara fic soon
cw. smut is minimal (kinda), trauma, mention of loss, angst, comfort, fluff at the end, no pronouns, mentions of female genitalia, your fave character healing because of you oau!
"Love you so goddamn much, doll." Scarred men experiencing being so in fucking love again, in between a heated, love drunk tongue kiss with you, their hands controlled yet frantic, scared to rip off your clothing while wanting to touch every inch of your skin, dread and excitement stirring inside him from the new feelings of overwhelming familiar love, the seriousness of the growing bond between the two of you, the love accompanied by memories of being hurt again, churning his stomach and making his heart pound like crazy.
The thought of someone having to care for, making his veins run cold, while at the same time warming his heart, his cock, shitty futures that were waiting for them, drowned and washed away, replacing the repeated future fate had in store for him with the imagery of your abdomen with his cock inside you, sliding back and forth against your pussy that was taking him so well, cock thrusting in so good that he cums accidentally again, feeling your creamy walls pulsate against the sensitive part of his tip, his legs almost giving out, holding- clinging onto you, onto the future where he puts himself in one knee before you, onto the future where he sees you walk in a white dress you were going to be so happy in, onto the future where he promises his vows to you.
Seeing your flushed, pretty face cry before him, taking his cock so well while his seed pumps into your womb, weakly thrusting, hips convulsing uncontrollably as he hugs your leg that was over his shoulder, unable to control his consciousness as he mirrors your babbling, chanting mindlessly 'damn you damn you damn you' accompanied with grunts, cursing and internally giving you his fucking word that you're his, forever his, claiming you â starting with his cum that he thrusted back into you when his honed stamina returns after a few pants, beginning round 3 as his fingers slap your thigh, jolting you awake before grabbing both of your ankles up together, putting you up like a trophy, his trophy, his prize, his posession.
You just had to be so sickeningly sweet to him, didn't you? So genuine about your affections, words coated with truth that they weren't used to in his life of constant torment, suffering and death.
His first serious relationship showed him that the world is kind enough to let a love like this exist for a person like him, and then the death of his first love, will be a reminder that things can easily, so easily be taken away from him if he took them for granted, and with you, learning from his mistake, from the lesson fate taught so unnecessarily to him â may he burn, let him be damned, begging a higher entity that he didn't believe in for a purgatory if he let someone rare as you slip from his fingers again.
Hell, he was accustomed with, death, an advocate to him, and you threatened that fear of those two things he was so used to, and it was laughably without a trace of violence, a malice, greed, a lust with ulterior motives he wss used to.
âDamn you,â he curses- no, he promises.
To give you a generation for your kindness to be remembered, to say whatever positive that comes to mind without being hesitant anymore, to cherish you, to make you feel that way every fuck, every date, hangout, every sleep he can get with you, every single day he can come back to you, to fucking love you, even if you thought his love was 'more than enough.'
No, impossible, shit will never be enough, not to the god forsaken universe that took his first happiness, no amount of love will bring back his first love, so he used his learned lesson, to pour every kind of affection to you in all of his glory, no more hesitancy, no more fucking half assed shit, doubts and nonexist untruths that he spent on wondering, arguing about with his past lover, instead of focusing on loving her.
He won't thank fate for letting him try with someone as precious as you again, to dwell about useless things, instead, he'll focus on you, he'll thank you, for being so damn understanding each time he attempt to push you away, but you persist and not long after he realizes immediately that was near grave of him to do, giving him an episode against your arms as he kneels down against you, for you, hands clutching- grasping onto you for dear life to not leave him, over and over.
You were his second serious relationship, but he sure as hell won't love you like a second â and his words, his actions WILL prove that, his affections will be apparent, full of intent, every move is with purpose, every syllable is labored with a resolve.
The moment you overthink, will be an offense to his desperate pleas for your love, his devotion, his desire for your attention, your doubts wounding him, future scars being created by internal turnoil against him, your lies being his demise, threatening his vulnerability that can easily slip infront of you, and the moment you choose infidelity â will be the moment where he is finally convinced that death, will be his one and only.
A solace of the unknown, an escape to fate's smug boasting, jeering about someone like him having no rights to happiness from the amount of sins he's accumulated, to having no right in tasting a love he internally sought out for.
Shit, his post nut clarity really does hit him hard though, but good thing you were always there for him, snapping him out of his trance with an 'I love you' accompanied with your lips pecking his with a smile he adored so much, showering him with an automatic affection, giggly kisses all over him.
âLove you too, doll. So, so fuckin' much.â
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⢠"drabble" my fucking ass, also this makes me wanna write a focused smut of this lmao (dont pressure me tho ty ily muah)
⢠did i write the smut well? - a 19 year old virgin, burnt out, hormonal, degenerate, gamer, writer, retired performer shut in
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the ones who love to talk their shit while theyâre in it. The cocky motherfuckers who bragged on it because they knew what they were doing. They canât stare at your beautiful face for too long though or theyâd be forced to tap out just as quickly. So he opts put you on all fours and fuck you relentlessly from behind. A hand stationed at the small of your back and another cradling your throat as that heavy ass bounced against his pelvis. Coating those round cheeks with a sheath of baby oil because it made that pretty brown skin of yours look even better. He could stare at it for hours..watching that thickness ripple with each deep stroke. His cock housed inside of you as if it belonged there..never wanting to pull out. And he wouldnât so long as you kept creaming for him the way you did. âYeah..you nutting on this shit, huh, baby? Got you creaming all over daddyâs dick. Does it feel good?â Cooing to you with a rhetorical question he already knew the answer to. But he had his response as far as he was concerned when you leaned down to chomp on the pillow in front of you. âYeah, I know. I know, mama..but you can handle it. You keep fucking me back so you obviously want more. Iâll give you all the dick you want, donât worry..as much as you can handle..â assuring with a heavy handed slap to your ass before so casually gliding a thumb into that puckering hole. The squelching noise along with your gentle stream of squirt had him ready to give you his load right then but he held his composure a little longer. âOoh fuck..sheâs talking to me now. So wet, Iâm barely even staying in it..â but alas, he didnât wanna pull out. Not when you reached around and grabbed those cheeks to spread them open. âMmmmâŚ.thatâs my girl. Show me you know what to do with it. Nobody can take this shit the way you can.â And heâd fill your head and ears with all the encouragement you needed. After all, what were a few words when he could easily back them up?
ââââą*.・:・âą*.:・â§*.・â°ââââââââą*.・:・âą*.:・â§*.・â°
eren, gojo, sukuna, onyakopon, aomine, toji, draken, kisaki, taiju, connie + anyone else youâd like to add
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âŚ. Pussy grabber
Toji fushiguro
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I bet if you were dating Toji, he would be the type to grab or hold your pussy in his palm while yall sleep. Like he would make up excuses like "oh my hands are cold" or "what happens if you run away while I sleep" just so he can sneak his hands into your underwear.
He might even move around rubbing through your slit, making you all wet. When you ask him to stop he will just say "sorry baby, I'm just making myself comfortable" while still having a smug grin on his face that he dosent even bother hiding.
"Toji stop tryna grab me like that, i can't sleep" you huff into your pillow while your man's chest is pressed against your back, with his hands down your shorts. "Just a moment, im just tryna keep my hands warm, so they don't freeze" he murmurs into you nape, while a smug grin is spread on his face.
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vacation â onyankopon
content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, black coded reader, canon verse but divergence, fluff but angsty in the back
authorâs note: this is kinda inspired by two things. the episode where the survey corps went to marley and the first episode where there was a festival reiner pieck and porco went to with the kids ehehe
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You held onto your hat as there was a mighty gust of wind as you held onto the railings.
Despite how exhausted you were, you made a promise to yourself you were going to enjoy this day off. Especially with how scarce they were.
You watched the ships approach the harbour and sighed. You were going to make the most of this day. You never got a chance to soak in the atmosphere.
You jerked in surprise and let out a yelp when you felt two large hands grasp at your sides. It wasn't a mystery who it was, and you turned to face him with a warm smile.
"Onyankopon!" You chastised as he pulled you close against him.
"What, baby?" He snorted, at your whining.
"You gave me a scare!" You responded, gently thumping his shoulder.
"Ah, but I just couldn't exactly help myself." He chuckled, as he held the side of your face and gently dragged the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip. "Your reactions are very theatrical.."
You shook your head and sighed as you nestled closer to him, taking in his aromatic scent and body warmth. You blinked a few times when you still were in his embrace.
It was an alien feeling. When your mind went back to why you could never see him.
You both were from countries that Marley had taken over. He was conscripted into the Marleyan military because they recognised his skills for navigating and piloting.
Whilst he and others from your home country were thrust onto the battlefield, your skills as a medic were considered beneficial.
It was against your will, to treat and care for the same military that ransacked your home country and took you away but you couldn't be so bitter when most of the casualties were children and young people intensely brainwashed.
When Onyankopon was on the front lines and sent to the medical bay you remember many things about your first meeting. He was probably one of the few soldiers who gave you a warm and friendly smile, despite his injury.
He remembered your name, and you felt butterflies in your stomach when he spoke it in his honeyed voice. People of your complexion were a rarity and here he was. He made you feel safe.
You looked up to meet his gaze. You'd been together for a while now so you could tell when a smile was a little forced.
"You look tired, what's up..?" You questioned as you looked up at him through your lashes.
"Just more late nights. But baby, today is our day. I promise I'm alright." He said, in a reassuring tone as he pulled away to take your hand in his and head away from the port.
Your eyebrows pinched together, but if he didn't want to talk about it there was no use in bothering him.
After walking through the stands, through the afternoon the sun began to set and the sky was lit up with fireworks and sparklers.
All sorts of noise overlapped. From vendors calling out prices and negotiations, children's laughter, and the sizzling of the skewered meat on grills.
The festival was jam-packed, as it was one of the most anticipated events in the town that was always overclouded with gloom.
âThink you can tell me whatâs wrong now..?â You questioned.
"What kind of man am I if I bother you with all that, hm?"
"Onyankopon." You said firmly, causing him to turn his head to face you.
"It doesn't make you any less of a man to just talk to me. As long as we are together, I'm here for you and you're here for me." Your voice cracked a little as you felt a lump form in your throat. "You're all I have."
He looked at you with those dark orbs of his then let out a heavy sigh.
"I'm just exhausted." He settled on. "Zeke and Yelena are just..."
"Extra?" You quipped.
"Let's go with that." He said with a wry laugh, as he put a hand on his forehead. "Changing plans every few hours. Nobody has a say so."
You nodded and squeezed his hand, then pressed a kiss on the side of his mouth.
"What was that for..?" He asked, and you grinned as you felt heat emanate from his cheek.
"For trusting me. I know things are classified over there but...I don't want them to weigh down on you so much, Ony. Really."
"You're sweet, honey. I just...despite the circumstances we're in I want to protect you. I know you're a resilient woman. I don't want to coddle you but...it's a reflex I guess." He said with a wry laugh as he pulled you in close, and rubbed your forearm.
"I know you do." You said as you rested your head on his shoulder.
đ˛ ࣪ââĄđ
âAre you leaving tomorrow?â You asked as you sat on the bed as he stood in front of the mirror undressing. He shot you a look with a sad smile.
âFirst thing tomorrow morning.â He sighed, causing you to jut out your bottom lip.
âDonât give me that look, honey..â He tittered as he sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless as he squeezed your bare thigh. âMakes me feel terrible.â
âMaybe thatâs the point.â You joked as you crawled forward on the bed to drape your arms around his neck, your chest against his back.
âYou know if it wasnât like this...Iâd be with you all the time.â He murmured as he planted a kiss on your hand.
âI know.â You said. âWell, I guess we gotta make the most of tonight then.â
Wordlessly, he pushed you gently into the pillows and gave you a warm smile as he cupped the side of your face. You beamed back at him, putting your hand over his and stroking it gently.
His hands are rough, as much as he does his best to moisturise them. Theyâre hardened from war, yet despite it all youâre sure Onyankoponâs hands are the softest place.
His embrace is always gentle as if heâs handling fine china. He leant in to press a chaste kiss on your lips and you smile against his lips, as you feel his lashes tickle your own. As he pulls away, you do your best to just take him in.
Gazing at his handsome features, you sigh. Every time you were at your lowest or panicked in the medical bay you like to think of his smile.
You feel his hands skim across your bare sides and it makes you shudder and jolt. He gives you a bemused reaction, he loves how he can make you fall apart under his touch.
Your eyes are fixated on his plump and soft lips as he showers you with compliments. Youâre his angel, his everything. You make him have hope in such a bleak world that you live in.
You settle a hand on the back of his head and give him another smile. Whenever youâre with him, the muscles in your face ache because you simply for the life of you cannot stop smiling.
âYou only you.â
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authorâs note: if you got this far thanks for reading đŤśđ˝ pls reblog n leave feedback if u enjoyed dis â¤ď¸ also dis is dedicated to @lemmetreatya bc she ceo of onyankopon and her fics are the best đ i wanted to try make a fic w his canon personality traits saur i hope it did him justice heâs an amazing character
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I wanna kiss him forever đĽş
Currently obsessed with drawing soft domestic TojiđĽšđ
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