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[j4zzylyn]

Like dude we know you like the baby aesthetic but really?

I HATW THE WORD CUNNIE I HATE IT ITA SO GROSS FYM CUNNIE JUST SAY FUCKJNG VAGINA CUNNIE IS MINGING I HATE IT SMSMSMMSMS

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https://www.tumblr.com/j4zzylyn/784791000116789248/admitting-to-using-chatgpt-at-all-is-crazy-work

wait i didn’t understand what’s happening here..

Basically I was saying I don’t use chatgpt to write, I only use it to count my work and give the content warnings.✌🏾

[j4zzylyn]

Session 32 -suguru geto

SYN★ Suguru only ever shows up after midnight — no calls, no promises, just silence and skin. You keep letting him in, hoping he’ll finally say what he really feels. One night, you press him for honesty. What he gives you is raw, aching truth… but maybe not the kind you needed.

cw — MDNI ★ angst, post traumatic behavior, sexual content (implied), toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, & co-dependency.

(If you guys want a part two with a happy ending or to just leave it right here, lmk I’ll tag you).

It wasn’t always like this with you and Suguru.

Him showing up at your door randomly past midnight. The same black hoodie he probably had hanging in his closet just for this occasion. He was taller than you remember, and his eyes were heavy like he might not have slept in days.

The both of you take your time, staring each other down, more tension there than there were any words could speak.

“..can I come in?” His voice gruff, calm, relaxed, and unreadable as always. No greeting, always straight to the point.

You step aside with no hesitation, wordless. Because no matter how you hated it—hated him, hated how much it hurt, you always let him in.

And as you two sat on your couch, end to end, neither of you talked. You never did.

He sat on the couch, quiet, and watched the flicker of your candle lit in the middle of your coffee table. You watched him, watching nothing. Just breathing in the stillness between you as if it might say something, anything, that he wouldn’t. But it didn’t.

“You only come around when it’s late ya know,” you finally say something, wishing it came out as a mumble, curled into yourself across from him.

His eyes flicker toward you, lingering for just a moment longer. “That bother you?” His tone carrying some kind of concern.

You don’t answer immediately, just looking at him before your uncurling yourself, sitting against the couch normally with your arms crossed.

A sigh escapes your lips. “No. I just find it funny. You talk about caring but you never do it yourself.” But then you regret the words that come out of your mouth. Silence filling the space once again as he leans back against the couch with a faint sigh.

He almost spoke, wanting to protest. You could tell, but he held his tongue, just taking in your words.

You’re not sure how things even went down next. One minute there’s space between the two of you, then the next, there’s none.

His lips were on you, slow like an apology, like a confession. His way of saying ‘I love you but I know how this’ll end, because of me.’ Or at least that’s what you wanted to infer.

But you knew he meant it. The way his hands trembled slightly when he held your face, the way his lashes fluttered when he leaned in to kiss you prior, it was all Suguru.

He could show you how he felt more than he could tell you.

And just like every other time, you let yourself fall into him. Let yourself pretend this meant so much more than comfort. That this was his way of claiming you for once. That he was staying this time. That he’d finally say what he never had the guts to.

But when it was all over, you felt it again; emptiness.

He laid beside you in the dark, on the bed he carried the both of you toward in the midst of kissing, shirtless and bare, your heart on the floor once again.

You let out a shaky exhale, staring at the ceiling. “You don’t even like me anymore, ‘guru,” you speak into the silence, eyes focused on the fan on the ceiling.

He didn’t answer right away, swallowing whatever initial reply he was going to make. You listen to him take a deep breath, slow, as if it hurt.

“That’s not true.”

“Then say something, anything, that proves it. Please.”

You turn your head toward him, his profile sharp in the low light, but his eyes looked softer now. Sadder.

The way he chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, you knew he wasn’t going to say what he wished. He never did.

“I never..” he hesitated for a second, catching himself. “I never wanted us to be what we’ve become.”

“..why you keep coming back then? Entertaining it.”

He closed his eyes before looking at you again, his eyes glossier than before. “Because I don’t know how to let you go.”

You sat up, the cold hitting your back as you held the sheets up to your chest, looking down at him. “But that’s not love, Suguru. That’s a habit. One you just can’t seem to let go. It’s guilt.” He followed you with his eyes, not moving.

He nods, humming. “Maybe. But it’s the only thing I have left that feels real. That keeps me grounded.”

You wanted to scream. Cry, kick, kiss him again, all of it. But instead, a faint whisper fell from your lips. “Then..say what you mean Suguru..”

He sat up too, his hair falling gracefully back onto his shoulders, and his bare chest rising and falling like the weight from it all might crush him completely. He looked at you like he used to—back when you both were younger. Softer, and still believed in stupid shit like forever.

“I miss you everyday, y/n.” He admitted, his hand grazing your cheek calmly this time. “But I don’t deserve you. And I don’t know if I ever did.”

And just within a few breaths—the air changed.

Because you knew it was the truth. And it was never enough no matter how many times you fed it to yourself.

You watched as he got dressed in silence, hoodie back over his head once again. His scent still lingering in your sheets, and your heart still in his hands.

“Will you come back?” You asked, even though you despised yourself for even thinking to ask.

Suguru just looked down at you like he wanted to say no, but deep down, he knew he’d always pick you. “Yeah.”

And you let him leave, out of your grasp once again.

But nth times a charm, right?

©j4zzylyn 2025 | written by me, do not copy. If you wish to translate, please ask.

[j4zzylyn]

admitting to using chatgpt at all is crazy work 💀 I guess you're working real hard on guaranteeing a heatwave

Hey, I don’t know half the things I’m supposed to look up when doing my content warnings. And when I publish my work, it’s most likely during the AM, why? Because I feel like I need to finish it.

I honestly just type whatever I want and how extreme I want it to be.

I didn’t know using chatgpt for the other stuff and not the writing was okay. . .

And why’s it bad to use it to count my work? Hello?🫩🤔

[j4zzylyn]

── ❀ :: ‘nother fic on the way, guess whooo (the picture is a pun to the plot btw)

Story here :: https://www.tumblr.com/j4zzylyn/784675688667119616/heatwave-sanjis-summer-fever

𝓙⭑ :: I’m so excited bye dttm

[j4zzylyn]

Heatwave! - Sanjis summer fever

Summary - What was meant to be a new ingredient turns into a curse of desire, setting every nerve in his body ablaze with a need he can’t control. And the only person he wants—no, needs—is you.

Pairing - Sanji x mermaid!reader (the necklace gives you legs)

Wc - 7.18k (not proof read)

cw — 18+ MDNI, smut, p in v, aphrodisiac (devil fruit based), power imbalance, rough sex, oral sex (f!recieving), riding/cowgirl, MULTIPLE rounds (most not mentioned), praise kink, possessiveness, overstimulation, slight degradation, dirty talk (lots of it), & fluids.

A/N :: before anyone says anything, yes I asked ChatGPT to give me the content warnings and my word count. And yes Ik this is late but yolo. <3

The sea had been so very rough that day. Salt stung your eyes, your tail thrashing against the cold iron cage each time a wave crashed beneath the ship, and your muscles ached from hours of fighting. You were so tired, so ready to give up. And suddenly, it was like someone heard your cries.

A boy with a straw hat burst into the deck door, the biggest blinding smile on his face. Luffy was his name.

“Come with us!” He said it so simply, big hand human stretched out toward you as if saving strangers was as normal as breathing.

It spooked you honestly.

A mermaid out of water wasn’t just valuable, no, they were treasured. So when a green haired swordsman, a ginger girl who obviously loved action, a boy so scared out of his mind that he carried a weapon at all times, and a blonde with the most charming smile you’ve ever seen, came to save you, you were…swooned?

His name was Sanji.

And when he swept you into his warm, cherishing arms, you instantly knew you were in good hands. “Mon amour,” he whispered reassuringly, a hand against your damp hair.

“No harm will ever be cursed upon you again.”

The boy with the straw hat walking up and handing you your necklace. “Think this belongs to you.” A warm and welcoming smile on his face.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy for you to stay. Maybe, that’s why your heart was in danger long before today.

The kitchen smelled otherworldly. Spices that were mixed together filling the air so beautifully.

Sanji was a whirlwind—ingredients tossed knowingly into sizzling pans, knives moving as fast as light when he chopped, an occasional hum of a romantic tune under his breath. You leaned against the counter, watching, pretending not to notice the way he’d wink at you and the way your cheeks burned from it.

Then you saw it—the strange ombré orange and pink fruit.

“What’s that?” Curiously pointing at the exotic looking fruit. Sanji glanced at it, tossing it in the air and catching it effortlessly. “Found it yesterday at the beach. Thought it might add a kick or sweetness to the sauce. Gotta taste it first though, chefs honor.”

“I don’t think-“

You open your mouth to warn him, slightly recognizing the fruit and its backstory, but it’s too late—he’s eaten a piece off a knife and in a heartbeat, he’s heating up.

Color bloomed across his cheeks, his mouth becoming slick, pupils dilated like a sick dog, and his breath hitched audibly through his throat as he held onto the counter for stability.

“Y-you feeling a little hot too?” He asked, fanning his face turning away from the skillet he was infront of.

“No..think it’s just you.” You look at him with genuine concern, worry in your tone. “Ha, f—funny..” - “No, I’m like dead serious..” you reply, watching the sweat fall from his face like he was gonna catch on fire.

He cleared his throat, grabbing some water and drinking it, practically chugging it in seconds. “S-shit, why won’t it stop?! W-why do you look even prettier?!” He was pacing the kitchen, fanning his face whilst blush started to form across his cheeks.

“What?” You tilt your head, completely confused with what was going on as you watched him fold his arms against the counter and put his head down in his arms, then it was like a switch was flipped.

“. . .Sanji?”

He turned toward you like a man transforming, slow and deliberately, his gaze practically burning through you. “Chérie..leave. Now—please. Before I lose my mind.”

Oh, how you should have listened.

Because now he’s stalking toward you, backing you against the counter. His hands caging you in, trembling with restrainment. “Don’t wanna hurt you..please, Mon amour, I can’t—“ his voice full of agony.

But you on the other hand, were intrigued…how much damage could he really do to you?

You reached for him, fingers threading through his soft and well pampered hair, and that was enough for him.

He pressed a kiss against your lips, desperate, needy, hungry as if he had been waiting for this moment..this day. His hands roamed wherever they could touch with complete worship, fingertips memorizing every curve as if he was assigned to die tomorrow.

Every touch set your nerves ablaze, every moan he ripped from you just fed the fire further between the two of you.

And it doesn’t take long before clothes are discarded between kisses and gasps, leaving you two in your undergarments. He lifts you onto the counter with ease, parting your thighs with a reverent groan, laying you bare before him like you were a feast he could no longer ignore.

His hands trembled as he lift your legs, placing them around his waist. You should’ve been scared—more so worried, but there was something so delicious about him like this and not his usual little flirting antics. Wild, ravenous, and certainly starving.

“I need you,” his voice ruined to desperation. “please chérie. It hurts.” Oh how the whiny tone in his voice got you.

Your fingers reach to cup his face, the feeling burning to the skin. “Cause of the fruit?”

He nodded, eyes shutting like your touch was soothing this sensation. “It’s you. I-it’s feeding off my desire..and I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Then take me sanji.” You spew without even thinking, biting your lip.

He just snapped.

His mouth against your throat, biting at your neck, your breast, your thighs, moving frantically like a man worshipping his goddess, which in many ways; you were.

He’s dragging his tongue against your torso, your lower abdomen specifically, moaning like he was tasting ice cream for the first time again.

“Mon dieu,” his breath ragged, lips slick with devotion as he kissed lower—trailing over your hips until he reached your clothed core.

“you’re perfect. So soft. So sweet.”

He looked up at you, golden hair falling over flushed cheeks.

He didn’t expect you to look so—dazed.

“Let me eat you mon amour, please. I need to.”

You didn’t hesitate for a second, nodding whilst whimpering his name, pleading. And that was all it took for him to rip your panties.

He dove in, your head instantly tipping back in pleasure as he wasted no time. “O-oh shiitt—sanji!” you’re breathless, your hands combing through his hair with ease, back arching off the counter.

He wasn’t slow, he wasn’t soft, he was starving. He licked and sucked as if your pleasure was the only thing in the world that mattered to him, it was the only thing keeping him sane.

His hands held onto your thighs even tighter, pulling you impossibly closer to his mouth. He kept you open every time he felt your thighs twitch, knowing you felt helpless from the flood of sensation. And every time you cried or called out for him—it made it worse.

The fruit known as Aphrodite fed on his lust.

And yours was feeding it just as well.

He started to grind and create friction against the edge of the counter whilst he ate you out, needing the feeling, needing to rut against something, anything. Too lost in you.

His hips bucked with every gasp and mewl, making himself even harder. He was sure his dick was gonna explode any moment now.

He licked and sucked like a man who hadn’t eaten in ages, like each moan he pulled from you was feeding his soul. His hands knead your thighs and even snake behind to grip your ass, needing to touch wherever he couldn’t see at the moment.

He flicked his tongue against your clit before sucking on it, unaware on just how good he was doing you.

“H-hnnn—Sanji!”

“Tastes like paradise,” he muttered against you, humming afterward to elicit a choked out moan from your lips. “Wanna make you cum til you forget your own name, beau.”

He slides two fingers through you, curling them just right, syncing them with his tongue. Your hips bucked helplessly. And he moaned. Desperately, like he could cum untouched just from you falling apart.

“Can’t—can’t take it, fuck.” He’s struggling to even keep his damn eyes focused, you were so, so—sweet. Was it really just the fruit?

He flicked his tongue over you in messy, eager strokes, his hand gripping onto your thigh so hard it was sure to leave nail marks for a few days. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling harder, and he whimpered. He couldn’t help himself, he was that gone.

“A-anh! Sanjiii, gonna—!”

And before you can even finish, your orgasm is crashing, back arching off the counter, crying as you had nothing to hold onto but his hair.

You gasp when his mouth left your thighs.

Sanji’s lips were swollen just like yours, chin slick with your arousal, golden hair stuck to his forehead in damp, curling strands. His breath came in ragged bursts as he stared at you, no—drank you in, like a man who’d just found god and couldn’t look away.

“Mon dieu…” he murmured, voice hoarse with disbelief. “You taste like heaven.”

You gave a shaky laugh, trying to gather your scattered thoughts. “How many times you gonna keep repeating it?”

“As many times as I need to so you understand that I mean it.”

You giggle thinking this was over, palms about to press down on the counter to get up, but his hands are quick, holding you back down against the counter.

His eyes flicked up, locking with yours.

His hands still trembling, grabbed your hips and pulled you to the very edge of the counter. You gasped as your back arched slightly, your bare thighs brushing the cool wood.

“Sanji?” you whisper, still a little dazed.

He said nothing—just leaned in slowly, pressing his forehead against yours, panting like he was barely holding himself together. His cock strained against his slacks, the soaked fabric clinging to him like it hurt.

“I came just from eating you,” he admitted in a whisper, lips grazing yours. “and I still feel like I’m starving.”

Your breath hitched. “Y-you…came?”

He nodded once, face flushed and wrecked. “And I’d do it again. A thousand times. Just to see you fall apart like that. But…”

His voice dropped lower, rougher.

“Now I need to fuck you.”

The air left your lungs as he spread your legs again, tugging your hips forward so your core was flush with the hardness still trapped in his underwear. You whimpered at the contact—still so sensitive, so raw—and his eyes fluttered closed at the sound.

“Please,” he said softly, like a prayer. “Tell me I can. Tell me to take you. I need to feel you around me.”

You think for a moment, as if you weren’t going to say yes either way and nod. “Yes Sanji, please.” Your hand running over his tank top covered abdomen.

And that was all it took.

He ripped the wife beater off his body, chest flushed and heaving, his abs flexing with every movement. You whimpered just looking at him, biting your lip. The boxers came next, dark and navy blue, just wet from the way he’d humped the edge of the counter earlier. And then finally, his cock.

Your breathed hitched—beautiful.

Thick, flushed pink at the tip, glistening with precum. He lined himself up without a word, hands curling under your thighs as he positioned you perfectly on the counter.

He was so quick to almost just slide in, but he held himself back the last second, taking a deep breath. “You’re sure, beau?” he asked again, even now—always making sure.

You pulled him close by the nape of his neck and kissed him, deep and messy. “..ruin me.”

With a low groan, he pushed inside—slow, deliberate, like he wanted to feel every inch of you take him. Your walls stretched around him, and you gasped, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he filled you fully, bottoming out with a tremble.

“Merde,” he hissed. “You feel—fuck—you feel like you were made for me..” His hips rolled once, experimentally, and you gasp out.

Then again, harder.

“O-ohh—s-sanji!” you cry out, legs tightening around his waist.

He grabbed your ass and fucked into you with increasing desperation, each thrust pushing you back against the counter with a dull thud. A bowl clattered to the floor somewhere behind you. Neither of you noticed.

Your breast bounced, fucked out expression already on your face.

“Mine, my siren..” he groaned, lips against your neck, biting back whines. “Mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours, all yours!” you whimpered, meeting his hips as best you could. “Shit, feels so good—don’t stop—!”

He kissed you through it, rough and possessive. His hands were practically everywhere. Thighs, back, waist—gripping, kneading, like he wanted to memorize every part of you. And the way he looked at you—wild, reverent—like you were the only thing that could quench the fire the aphrodite fruit had lit in him.

“You’re gonna come again, yeah?” he growled into your ear, pace brutal now. “I can feel it. You’re close, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t even speak—just nodded, tears brimming your eyes as your gasping his name as your body trembled.

He held your hips steady, fucking you through it, biting back his own groan when you clenched around him. “There it is,” he moaned. “That’s it. Let go for me. Give me everything—”

He slammed his hips, pulling you down against his shaft fully this time with a loud groan.

Your orgasm slammed into you like a wave you’ve felt in the ocean before, and this time you screamed his name, legs locking around his waist as he rutted deep through the aftershocks.

He came right after, shuddering inside you as he let out a large and oozing load with a strangled moan, spilling and stuffing everything into you as he buried his face in your neck.

You’re both silent, just panting against each other, chest heaving up and down, practically sticking to one another.

“Think you just rearranged my guts..”

Your first to speak, just staring at the ceiling, a hearty laugh leaving his mouth.

“Yeah? How about some more work, hm? Think your back needs some cracking.” Next thing you know, he’s lifting you up like a potato sack, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Wait- Sanji, no—!“

And of course this geniuses room is connected to the kitchen.

He slams the door, throwing you onto the bed, ready to drain whatever was left of the accidental usage of the fruit.

The crew stood outside the kitchen door, jaws way past dropping. Zoro had already walked away, disappointed at the fact that you two would do that in the kitchen.

Luffy just looked down at chopper, the both of them making eye contact and a disgusted look on their faces. “Ewww..” they whispered, looking back at the door.

After maybe…five or six rounds you two are finally dozing off? But curiosity was still brewing inside you. Maybe Sanji was just overreacting, no way the fruit made him act that ridiculous—right?

Your limbs are pure jelly, heart still thudding with aftershock whilst Sanji lie next to you, glowing with sweat and satisfaction, looking completely spent, snoring quietly.

But you’re not, at least not yet.

Because your gaze drifts toward to door back that led back to the kitchen, knowing the Aphrodisiac fruit was still sitting idly on the counter top.

So suddenly when your moving toward the kitchen on your own, mind just wandering, your not surprised.

That stupid shimmering chunk sitting so innocently on a plate, like it didn’t just turn your sweet ass crew mate into a goddamn whore for the past three hours.

It calls to you. Curious. Dangerous. Tempting.

“Just a little nibble won’t hurt..” you mumble to yourself as you pick it up from the plate, bracing yourself on the counter as your legs still shook violently.

You lift it to your lips, hesitating to take a bite, but you do so anyway. It’s bittersweet. Then?

Heat.

White-hot, all-consuming, feral heat.

It floods your veins like liquid fire, like you just ate a hot ass pepper, blooming in your chest, dripping low between your thighs until you’re panting, needy, and clenching around nothing.

A sound tears out of your throat—a whimper? A growl? You don’t even know anymore.

You walk back into his room as if you were just bitten by a zombie, bumping into shit on the way in. “Sanji,” you breathe. It’s not a plea. It’s a warning.

He stirs, his lashes fluttering. And the moment your scent hits the air, he sits bolt upright, like someone yanked him out of a coma with a taser. Golden hair a mess, lips parted, eyes glowing.

“You didn’t.”

You meet his gaze, pupils blown wide. A slow smile spreads across your face—feral, hungry. “I did.” Saying it out loud sounded more whiny than you intended, but either way, he got the point.

You lunge, slamming your lips into his, nails digging into his chest as you clunch onto him, kissing him like you’re trying to crawl inside his skin. He gasps, stunned, but you’re already climbing into his lap, grinding down, shameless and soaked.

“Wait, chérie—” he pants, trying to breathe and control himself. “You’re—”

“M’starving,” you growl against his jaw, licking it like it was a piece of chocolate.

“But you said you were tired- I know what I said, but now I’m full of energy.” You finish his sentence, an innocent smile on your face.

He groans as you shove him back down, straddling his hips, nails digging into his chest. You rock against him once and both of you curse, desperate for more.

You grab him by the face, locking eyes with him. “S’my turn to have my way with you, kay?”

His pupils blow wide but he wasn’t protesting in any way, just nodding as he stared up at you. And that was all the permission you needed.

You grab his erecting shaft, looking back as you align your self above him. You sink down onto him in one aching, slow movement, both of you gasping at the stretch. Sanji grabs your waist like he might lose his mind.

“Fuck—fuck, y/n wait—“

But you’re already riding him. Fast. Hard.

And very desperate.

Your hands are braced on his chest, hair wild, moaning his name like a chant. He watches you with reverence and disbelief, head thrown back, lips trembling.

“Look at you,” you whisper. “So pretty like this. Crying, for me.” You grin, leaning down to peck his lips.

And he is. Whining, babbling, begging, tearing up as you use him like he’s yours because well—now he is, and he loves it. Every second. Every motion.

“Gonna—gonna come, I—fuck—” he chokes. You grip his jaw, lean close, panting into his mouth. “Not yet. Not till I say.”

His breath stutters. “Yes, ma’am.”

And you break.

The orgasm hitting you like thunder, hips still grinding through it, dragging him right over the edge with you. He sobs under you, hands trembling, clinging to you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

You collapse on top of him, both of you sweaty, ruined, panting messes on his now stained bed sheets.

“You didn’t take a big bite, did you?” Sanji blinks up at you, tear stained cheeks, and an amused look on his face as he tilted his head.

You look up, shaking your head with a smirk. “And end up like you with stamina for hours? No thanks.” He laughs loudly, hand coming up to caress your head, moving your damp hair from your face.

You lean forward, pecking his lips, the both of you just staring into each other’s eyes as if you were afraid the both of you would disappear.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He blurts, but not mistaken at all. You let out an amused huff smiling at him, your arms folded underneath your chin as they rest on his chest.

“Think I already knew that.”

Banner creds:: @junabuggy

Requested by my bby, hi nay it’s finally heree😁:: @lovelylilav

I’ll probably edit this later but probably not.

©j4zzylyn 2025 | written by me, do not copy. If you wish to translate, please ask.

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Yummers 👅👅

The Guard Dog

Pairing - Toji fushiguro x reader (Bodyguard! AU)

CW: Strong language, sexual tension, mild power dynamics, bodyguard/ward relationship, implied non-consent undertones, age gap, teasing, and manipulation. Reader discretion advised.

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Chapter 1

The slam of the front door echoed through the marble halls of your family estate, heavy boots dragging dirt across the pristine floors.

You looked up from your phone, lounging lazily on the velvet chaise like the little queen you were.

There he stood — massive, broad, cocky — a black jacket slung over his shoulder, dark green eyes scanning the place like he owned it. His presence was heavy, undeniable. Dangerous.

Toji Fushiguro.

Your new "bodyguard."

Without warning. Without permission.

He squinted at you, smirking as if sizing you up for a fight he already knew he’d win.

"You’re the brat, then?" he asked, voice dripping with amusement and something rougher underneath it.

You narrowed your eyes, sitting up straighter. "Excuse me?"

"I said," he drawled, throwing his jacket onto a chair like he couldn’t give a shit about the million-dollar decor, "you’re the little princess I’m supposed to babysit."

You scoffed, tossing your phone down. "I'm nineteen, asshole. Not five."

He just chuckled, deep and lazy, like you amused him way more than you should.

"Could’ve fooled me," he said, eyes raking over your short shorts and tight tank top without shame. "Walkin' around dressed like that... no fuckin' wonder your old man’s losin' sleep."

Your cheeks heated instantly, but you refused to let him see it. "You're disgusting," you hissed.

Toji grinned wider, teeth sharp. "Mmhmm. And you’re spoiled."

You stood up, walking towards him with that signature strut — the one that made the staff scatter when you were in a mood.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t even blink.

God, he was infuriating.

"You work for me now, y'know," you said sweetly, batting your lashes. "Which means you listen to me."

He raised a brow, clearly unimpressed. "Nah, Princess. I listen to your daddy's orders. Big difference."

You glared at him. "You're gonna regret underestimating me."

"Already doin' that," he said, ruffling your hair roughly like you were a kid.

You shrieked, smacking his hand away. "Don't touch me, you fucker!"

He just laughed, full-bellied and so goddamn smug, crossing his arms over his massive chest. "You’re gonna be a real fuckin' joy, huh?"

The coming days were hell — for you.

Everywhere you went, Toji was there.

Shopping? He leaned against the dressing room wall, arms crossed, making comments every time you tried on something tight.

Café date with friends? He sat at the next table, sipping coffee like a bored dad while your friends whispered about his muscles.

Spa day? Cinema night? Fucking brunch? He was there. Always.

And no matter how much you whined, stomped, sweet-talked, or snapped, Toji didn’t budge.

He wasn't like the staff who melted at your bratty little tantrums.

He enjoyed watching you get all worked up.

"You’re like a damn kitten, y'know that?" Toji said one day as you shoved shopping bags into his arms.

"Better than being a brainless meathead!" you shot back instantly.

He just gave you a slow, dangerous smile. "Brainless, huh? You’re real brave talkin' like that... while hidin' behind Daddy’s money."

You gasped, scandalized. "You— you—!"

"You," he mimicked in a high-pitched whine, teasing you like you were five.

You were seething, cheeks hot with fury.

But fuck if your heart wasn’t racing for a different reason.

That night, you lay in bed, tossing and turning, the image of Toji's lazy smirk burned behind your eyelids.

God, you hated him.

God, you hated how he made your thighs press together under the sheets.

God, you hated that he treated you like some bratty kid who needed to be handled.

Handled.

The word made you squirm.

You huffed, burying your face into the pillow. "Fucking asshole."

From the other side of the door, you could hear his heavy boots pacing the hallway — guarding you.

Always. Watching.

Even when you didn't ask for it.

Even when you didn’t know you needed it.

The next morning was no better.

You burst into the dining room, still in your silk pajamas, finding him at the table — eating your breakfast like he lived here.

"Hey!" you snapped. "That's not for you!"

Toji licked jam off his thumb, lazy and unbothered.

"Tell your old man to fire me, Princess. Otherwise? Suck it up."

You stomped your foot. "I hate you."

He smirked. "Yeah? You sure bark real pretty for someone so tough."

You blinked. "What?!"

He winked at you and stood, stretching his thick arms overhead, muscles rippling under his black t-shirt.

"Keep barkin', baby," he said, walking past you, ruffling your hair again just to piss you off.

"One day you’re gonna find out what happens to mouthy little brats who poke the bear."

Your heart stopped.

He said it so low.

So dark.

So full of promise.

You hated how it made your stomach flip.

You hated how you wanted to find out exactly what he meant.

You were so over it.

So over Toji's shadow dogging your every damn step like you were some helpless little princess in a tower.

Today was supposed to be a chill day — brunch with your friends, a little shopping, maybe a mani-pedi if you felt like it.

Not a "let's bring the grumpy, musclehead bodyguard to ruin the mood" kind of day.

You peeked out from your bathroom, watching Toji lean against the front doorway, thumbing lazily through his phone.

He didn't even need to look at you to know you were up to something.

"'Bout time you stopped starin'," he muttered without lifting his gaze.

You rolled your eyes so hard they hurt. "You're so full of yourself."

"You’re so fuckin' obvious," he countered, finally glancing up at you — and goddamn, the way his dark green eyes raked over your outfit was criminal.

Tight jeans, little cropped top, platform shoes — you looked like trouble, and you knew it.

"Where you think you’re goin' dressed like that, Princess?" he asked, pocketing his phone.

"Out." You tossed your hair dramatically. "You don't need to know where."

"Funny," he said, pushing off the wall, towering over you effortlessly. "Pretty sure that's exactly my fuckin' job."

You jutted your chin out, standing your ground even though your heart raced stupidly.

"I’m an adult. I don’t need permission," you sniffed, swiping your bag off the table.

Toji snorted. "Yeah? Tell that to your daddy when he finds out you got yourself snatched up ‘cause you’re too dumb to think straight."

You gasped, genuinely offended. "I am not dumb!"

He leaned down real close, smirking when you instinctively backed into the wall. His voice dropped, rough and low.

"Then don’t act like it, sweetheart."

Your skin prickled under his gaze.

God, you hated him.

God, you hated how he made you feel small without even touching you.

God, you hated how you kinda... liked it.

You pushed past him with a huff, heart hammering.

Of course, Toji tailed you and your friends like a looming, silent demon the entire afternoon.

You tried ignoring him — giggling with your girlfriends, posing for selfies, pretending you weren’t hyper-aware of his heavy stare every second.

But the itch under your skin only grew.

So when your bestie whispered about a new underground bar nearby — very much not somewhere a "good girl" should go — an idea sparked.

You could ditch him.

Just for a little while.

He couldn't control you forever.

Right?

"Bathroom break," you chirped, slinking off from the crowded café.

Toji didn’t even glance up from his black coffee.

"Boys' bathroom's that way, brat."

"Har-har," you mocked under your breath, flipping him off as you walked towards the back hall.

Except you didn’t head for the bathrooms.

You slipped out the side door, heart pounding, texting your friends to meet you at the bar.

Freedom tasted so sweet.

Or at least, it did for about twenty minutes.

You barely had time to order a drink when a heavy hand clamped around your arm, dragging you off your barstool.

You yelped, whipping around — only to crash right into Toji's chest.

His jaw was clenched so tight you thought it might snap.

"What the fuck do you think you're doin', Princess?" he growled low enough only you could hear.

You squirmed, trying to shake him off. "Let go! I’m not a fuckin kid!"

He dragged you out of the bar effortlessly, like you weighed nothing.

You kicked at his shins, punched his arm, huffed and cussed — but he didn’t even flinch.

When he finally stopped — slamming you gently but firmly against a shadowed alley wall — you were panting with fury.

"You coulda gotten hurt, y'know that?" he hissed, towering over you, fists clenched.

"Ugh, why do you even care?!" you snapped. "You don't own me!"

He leaned down until your noses nearly brushed, his voice a dangerous rumble.

"No. But your old man paid me a shitload to keep you breathin'. And brat — if you keep pullin' stunts like this..."

His eyes darkened.

"One day I might not fuckin' save you."

You froze.

Your chest heaved with emotion — rage, humiliation, something hotter under the surface you didn’t dare name.

He stared down at you, breathing hard, muscles tensed like he was barely restraining himself.

You lifted your chin, defiant even with your heart hammering in your throat.

"Maybe I don't want to be saved," you whispered.

The look he gave you?

Like a wolf staring down a very stupid little rabbit.

A muscle ticked in his jaw. His hand twitched at his side, like he was debating grabbing you again.

But instead, Toji backed off slowly, running a hand through his messy dark hair.

"You're a fuckin' menace," he muttered.

You smirked. "Takes one to know one."

He huffed a short, humorless laugh.

"Keep runnin' that mouth, Princess. Sooner or later you’re gonna find yourself bent over my knee," he said darkly, voice rough with warning.

You bit your lip — and this time you weren’t sure if it was to hide a smirk or a shiver.

Challenge danced in your eyes.

"Promises, promises," you sang, flouncing past him.

You felt his stare burning holes in the back of your head as you sauntered back to the car.

And you couldn’t help but grin to yourself.

You were so gonna get under his skin.

The next few days became a game.

A stupid, dangerous game — but it was too much fun watching Toji's patience chip away, little by little.

It started small.

Shorter skirts.

Lower tops.

Clingier dresses.

You'd "accidentally" drop things in front of him, bending way too slow to pick them up.

You'd lean over during car rides, pretending to search for something, knowing full well he got a faceful of your cleavage.

Every single time, Toji grumbled under his breath, muttering things like "Little fuckin' tease," or "You're gonna be the death of me, brat," — but he never cracked.

He was always professional.

Always holding the line.

...Until you pushed a little harder.

It happened at the mall.

You dragged him into a boutique under the guise of shopping for a "family dinner outfit."

Toji slouched outside the fitting room, arms crossed, grumbling while you pranced around inside, trying on every inappropriate thing you could find.

"How's this one?" you asked sweetly, pulling the curtain back.

Toji glanced up — then froze.

The dress was... barely a dress.

It clung to every curve indecently, the neckline plunging low enough you might as well have been naked.

You twirled innocently.

"Too much?"

Toji's jaw flexed. Hard.

"Get your ass back in there," he growled.

You blinked, feigning hurt.

"But I thought you were supposed to be protecting me, Toji," you pouted. "Shouldn’t you wanna keep me close like this?"

He leveled you with a stare so dark it made your thighs clench.

"I ain't protectin' you from the world, brat," he said roughly. "I'm protectin' the world from you."

Your cheeks burned deliciously.

God, he made you ache.

Still — you weren't done.

You stepped closer, the silky hem of your dress riding high.

"You’re no fun," you said, brushing past him to grab another hanger.

His fingers shot out — grabbing your wrist.

Your breath hitched.

He yanked you closer with no effort at all, his body radiating heat.

"You keep playin'," he muttered low, eyes flickering over your face, your lips, your heaving chest, "one day you ain't gonna like how I end it, sweetheart."

A shiver skated down your spine.

For a long, heated moment, neither of you moved.

Then Toji let you go with a grunt, stepping back like you burned him.

"Five minutes. Then we’re outta here."

You smirked.

Challenge accepted.

Later that night, you pushed even further.

You sat curled up on the couch in the mansion’s sprawling living room, pretending to scroll your phone.

Toji leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed, watching you like he always did — impassive, silent.

You looked up at him slowly, biting your lip.

"You’re so boring," you sighed dramatically. "Always standing there. Always frowning."

He raised a brow lazily. "You tryin' to hurt my feelings, brat?"

You shrugged. "Just saying. If you're gonna stalk me 24/7, you could at least be entertaining about it."

"You want entertainment?" he drawled, straightening off the wall.

Your heart skipped.

He stalked toward you, slow and deliberate, every inch of him screaming danger.

You tried to play it cool — tossing your phone aside and crossing your legs neatly.

But when he loomed over you, you tilted your head up, your cocky mask slipping just a little.

"Got a lotta nerve talkin' shit to the guy who's keepin' you alive, Princess," he murmured, voice dripping with mockery.

You fluttered your lashes innocently.

"Oh, I’m sorry. Am I being mean to my big strong bodyguard?"

He snorted.

"One day you're gonna wish you’d kept that mouth shut."

You beamed. "Not today."

Without warning, Toji dropped down onto the couch beside you, his thigh bumping yours — and you froze.

The heat pouring off him was unbearable. His scent — sweat, soap, leather — wrapped around you like a noose.

Your stomach twisted deliciously.

"Scared, brat?" he teased, voice a low rumble.

You forced yourself to scoff. "As if."

But when he smirked — like he could smell your arousal — your cheeks burned hotter.

"Could'a fooled me," he murmured, leaning back, arms spread lazily across the couch behind you.

Your heart pounded.

You knew you should stop.

You knew this was playing with fire.

But you couldn’t help it.

Slowly, teasingly, you shifted closer — letting your thigh brush his, pretending it was "accidental."

You didn’t miss the way his jaw clenched.

Good.

You wanted to break him.

You wanted to see what would happen when Toji finally stopped holding back.

And judging by the dark look in his eyes?

You were getting closer.

to be continued in the next chapter

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yes.

From the Back

summary - uh-oh! Your fiendish boyfriend caught you staring at his fingers again. Luckily for you, he knows what you want.

wc - 2.1k words

content - Toji x reader, p slapping, fingering, clit play, dumbification kinda? idk, he's mean, it's all consensual pinky promise

an - uh so I procrastinated this cus im ill and nothings proofread or makes sense to me !! I also dislike fingering so wtf do I know lol lmk what needs changing thx gng

Toji doesn’t know where he got the ring that he’s spinning idly between his fingers. It’s a cheap thing, and he’s got no clue why he's kept it around. Regardless, Toji keeps twirling the ring around, thick fingers dipping in and out of it periodically as he lays on one end of the couch. 

It kills you. You’ve never wanted to swap places with a piece of jewellery so desperately in your life before. One of your knees bounced almost anxiously as you watched him from the other end of the couch, eyes trained on his fingers. As for getting wet, you were beyond that point. You’ve been aching for him ever since you first saw him removing the ring off his finger.

His fingers were thick and tanned, joints prominent from years of doing damage. There were rough scars everywhere, the careless sort you loved to pepper kisses all over when you held his hand in yours. You’ve felt those hands pry your thighs apart so that he could get a taste of what lay in between. You’ve seen those same hands bruised and battered, fingers twitching and flexing after a rough night out. 

But right now? They were relaxed. The ring was nestled between two of your boyfriend's fingers before he tossed it and caught it in his weighty palm. You weren’t even ashamed at how blatantly you were ogling at the veins that rose from below his skin. 

Toji doesn’t notice it straight away, the heated, yearning glances coming from you. He just hums low, almost like he’s thinking about something. A thick thumb rubs over the edge of his ring with a precision that’s languid, whilst his other hand rests on his thigh. He rubs at the bulky limb, fingers splayed out, and you flinch. 

Without warning, Toji’s eyes meet yours. They’re lazy but incredibly knowing. He knows what you want, but he wants to hear it from your own mouth first.

“Gonna keep eye-fuckin’ my hand? You’ve been quiet for a good while now,” he says casually, as if he hasn’t got the sleaziest smirk appearing on his scarred lip. You know damn well he’s pretending to have known you were staring at him the entire time, but you couldn’t focus on that. You can’t. 

Toji’s fingers are flexing again, all for show. The ring clinks against his prominent knuckles as his voice drops low. You watch as he slouches in his seat, thighs fallen open a little wider. It’s clearly an invitation for you to come closer.

So you do. 

۫ ꣑ৎ

You don’t even know how you got here. One second you were sassing back, getting all defensive as he called you out on your perverted behaviour. The next moment, you had both of his heavy thighs over yours, pulling them apart and locking them in place. It’s comical to Toji how you flinch at the sound of his voice so close to your ear, scar rubbing against the tender flesh of your lobe.

One nip, then another. His tongue flicks out as you shudder, ass nudging up against his crotch as you remain at your boyfriend's mercy. “You like my hands that much, hm? Shoulda said somethin”, he murmured, hot breath fanning against your temple. “You could have had them on your cunt much sooner than this if you spoke up.”

“And have you call me easy? No thanks,” a scoff leaves your lips as you writhe in Toji’s lap, but his legs have you immobilised. An awkward yelp escapes you when the man begins to massage at your inner thighs, the pudgy skin barely covered by your shorts. His thumb pinched and rolled the skin around before sliding beneath the fabric of what you were wearing. 

Toji clicks his tongue. “Nah, believe me. I’m flattered, doll. Gets me all hot and bothered when you’re whorin’ over me like this,” he murmurs as his hands feel up the warmth at the crease of your thighs. 

“Language-”

“Who gives a fuck about language when I’ve got your cunt in the palm of my hands. Literally,” Toji scoffs, one of his hands sliding out from under your shorts and cupping your pussy and giving it a confident squeeze. The warmth seeps into his skin and he groans appreciatively. His actions are met with a wanton little mewl, your body slouching against his.

“None of that. You wanted this, remember?” Toji lifts you up so that your back properly meets his strong front, his lips mouthing at the side of your neck eagerly. This action was met by a hitch in your breath as his middle and ring finger dragged up and down the seam of your shorts in a painfully teasing manner. Your hips buck upwards, chasing more of his touch, but his free hands lays flat against your pelvis and pushes you back down. 

The pressure you felt down below alternated, ranging from intense nudges with his knuckles, to the light scratches of his nails against the print of your pussy. “You’re squirming. Where's all that sass gone, huh? ‘S it all gone now that my hands are right where you want ‘em?”

Toji’s words are punctuated by another slow drag of his fingers, this time right past the leg opening of your shorts and between your folds. Your clit is prominent and pulsing, met with stroke after stroke with the increasingly soaked digits of your smug boyfriend. You’re twitching, fighting between closing your legs or keeping them spread real nice and wide. 

“F-fuck, Toji…!” You whine, face scrunching up as Toji’s fingers capture your clit between the joints of fingers. He tugs, and the sensation is borderline uncomfortable. You can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop being mean, too focused on the sparks of pleasure that have your hole clenching around nothing. It’s pathetic. 

“F-fuck, Toji!” he mocks, a cruel huff of laughter rumbling in his chest. You can feel his front almost vibrate behind you, but the erection prodding up against the curve of your ass is even more of a distraction. “No whining, brat. You’re getting what I give you when I think you deserve it.” 

The thick fingers leave you, making you choke on a breath out of sheer disappointment. “No, cmon. Toji, that’s not fair,” you practically hissed, a hand flying out to grab his arm. You tug and tug, just enough to have his knuckles grazing your inner thigh. You can feel the man you’re sitting on exhale gruffly, and the atmosphere shifts from one that’s less playful to one that’s more…charged. You didn’t dare look back at your lover, knowing you’ve put him in a mood. 

To put it bluntly, Toji’s had enough. 

“Oh, you’re so fuckin’ mouthy,” Toji tuts in mock disapproval, making quick work of moving his legs momentarily so that he could shuck your panties and shorts off. Without missing a beat, his thighs are over yours, cool air hitting the slickness between your legs. You were mortified.

“Hey now…”

Slap. 

“Hm? What was that?” 

Another wet slap. 

His entire palm rubs against your stinging mound as your lips fall open, breath hitching in your throat as you screw your eyes shut. This wasn’t the first time Toji had caught you off guard, but you loved it. He knew you loved it too, with the way your entire pussy seemed to throb even harder on his hand. 

“Oooh, you liked that,” he grins, attempting to soothe the sting by dipping his fingertips into your hole. Barely. He pulls back out, cock oozing precum when you shake your head side to side. “Awh, don’t be like that. Just sit there all nice ‘n pretty whilst I play with this nasty pussy.”

“No, you’re n-not even playing with me properly…,” you complain, and Toji doesn’t know how you have the nerve to. You should be grateful he even decided to entertain your little hand fetish in the first place. A faux sigh of impatience leaves him, and dread builds up in your gut. 

What if he leaves me here, you thought, all alone and needy with no fingers in your pussy. How would you cum then? 

But no. Toji decides to be merciful, which was a rare occurrence. 

“Alright, alright. Fine, I’ll play with you. But don’t start cryin’ later,” was all he said before easing his fingers into your pussy. There were two long fingers at first, delivering agonisingly slow strokes inside your cunt. He curls them once they’re buried to the knuckle, a lewd squelch emitting from you. It’s a noise that has your ears reddening in embarrassment, but he continues. 

“A-ahh, just like that…,” you manage to stammer out, until the pad of his thumb joins in. He massages your clit, cooing at how you melted against him as your shoulders hunched in on themselves. Toji’s free hand groped at one of your tits through your t-shirt. Well, his t-shirt. One that was bunched up around your waist. Both of you were too distracted to take it off. 

“Atta girl. Taking these fingers like a champ,” he grunts, the speed of his fingers increasing inside of you. Despite the fact that your body was held back by the asshole behind you, you rolled your hips as best as you could so that you could fuck yourself on his digits. Each grind had your ass milking his cock through his sweats, the front dark from beads of precum soaking the soft material. Whilst the friction was beyond delicious, Toji didn’t falter. Not for a second. 

“Heh, look at you,” condescending words met with a harsh thrust of his fingers. “You start feeling good and forget who’s really in charge around here.”

The warning goes over your head, and your eyes widen when you can feel his free arm hook itself snugly around your throat. Toji fully intends to keep you in place with this headlock. 

“You wanna hump me like some bitch? Now do it,” he drawled lowly, slowly hunching over your back as his mouth drags over your jaw. Two fingers turn into three, relentless as they fucked the arousal out of you. “Slutty pussy droolin’ all over my lap.”

You’re gasping and moaning, all whilst being unable to move. The arm around your throat isn’t too tight, but he periodically flexes it just to remind you of your place. “Gonna cum, think I’m g-gonna cum, oh-”

“Nah, don’t think so,” and so he withdraws his fingers. He does so without warning. A full body shudder leaves you, frustration and the urge to cum becoming overwhelming. “Fuck, you feel that? Pussy didn’t want me to let go,” Toji muses out loud, the sounds of licking coming from behind you when he rolls his tongue around his wet digits. As filthy as ever. 

You want to berate him, tell him off for being disgusting. But his nose buries itself at the crook of your neck before gives your clit a little tug. 

“Toji, please!”

And who was he to deny you when you begged so sweetly?

First, he spread your lips open with his fingers in a scissor-like motion. Then, you felt your boyfriend stuffing you full once more, causing a mini-sob to leave your lips in sweet relief. He moaned deeply at the heat that enveloped his fingers again, curling his fingers in a hooked manner. 

“S-so close, I swear,” you were letting the tears flow freely now, breathing coming out unevenly as Toji took in your words with a feral sort of glee. At the prospect of your approaching orgasm, Toji doubled his efforts. In and out his fingers plunged, speeding up and slowing down at a pace he deemed fit for your pleasure. 

“Make a mess on me, doll. Know you can do it,” he urged feverishly, sounding as desperate as you felt. Drops of sweat beaded on his temple, drenching the neckline of his own compression shirt. The headlock Toji had you in tightened just a fraction as his palm wetly smacked against your pubic bone repeatedly, causing the dewy splatters of your orgasm to leave you at long last. Your stomach tensed, ache in your pussy growing unbearable until that coil snapped and you came with an embarrassingly loud squeal. Toji hushed you, fingers slipping out and focusing on prolonging your orgasm by massaging your clit once more. 

“Thaaaat’s it,” your boyfriend grinned wolfishly as you spasmed against him. But that wasn’t enough. Not for him. You hadn’t squirted yet, and he was dead set on testing your velocity. You shouldn’t have been surprised when Toji’s fingers began its filthy rhythm once more, all whilst his lips pecked at your temple. 

“You know what to say if you want me to stop.”

the ending is rushed eek sorry

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https://www.tumblr.com/j4zzylyn/780453090580103168/somebody-please-tell-me-how-you-guys-customize-and

Why did you tag only “big” accounts? There a lot of people with pretty theme, they’re not the only ones. I don’t mean it in a rude way, but it’s like you wanted to get their attention in particular because we all know deep down we want recognition for our work pretty quickly. Again, I don’t want to seem mean, I promise. Plus, I guess that whoever you’d tagged, it wasn’t answer-guaranteed..

Anyway, your fic with toji was really good, I enjoyed it! You did really great :)

Oh ty btw! Uhm, I kinda just tagged the ppl I followed at that moment and wanted to genuinely know how to decorate and do graphics and stuff.

There was no foul intention behind it, just went through my following and screenshotted the accounts I wanted to ask for help from.

Ty for asking I appreciate it!

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── ❀ :: ‘nother fic on the way, guess whooo (the picture is a pun to the plot btw)

Story here :: https://www.tumblr.com/j4zzylyn/784675688667119616/heatwave-sanjis-summer-fever

𝓙⭑ :: I’m so excited bye dttm

[j4zzylyn]

Daddy - toji fushiguro

SYN. you get mistaken as yakuza!tojis daughter.

cw , MDNI :: fem!reader, daddy kink, fingering, age gap, light degradation, possessiveness, jealousy, public sexual tension, (slight) alcohol use, (slight) consent ambiguity due to intensity, dirty talk, power imbalance, & mild exhibitionism.

WC:: 1.4K

A/N :: AHH, this is my first fic on here, and my first anime fic in a while so bear with me! tips for the future are greatly appreciated!

You should’ve known better than to get involved with a man like him. But he was just so—so, sexy.

You weren’t even the type to go for older men, but for him, oh, you were overly going.

He’s dangerous. Part of the yakuza and deep in it. A man you probably shouldn’t have fallen for. He’s older—late 30s, rough around the edges, exudes danger..but treats you like a princess, even when he’s being a menace.

He loves everything about you, you were beautiful, beyond anything he’s seen in almost his entire life.

And he’s had his fair share of women considering his age.

But you—young, fresh out of college, new to the city, and working as a bottle girl at a club girls would die to just step inside of, it woke something in him. And he knew from that moment on, you weren’t gonna just be eye candy or a distraction anymore, you’d be his.

One night, he takes you out to a high-end hotel where the organization is holding a celebration for taking down the rivalry group the other night.

Toji was in black—there was never a day he wasn’t. Suit tailored to perfection, shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease the patch of ink trailing down his right pec. While you on the other hand were dressed like you were at your job at the moment, or at least that’s what it felt like.

A tight little black dress he picked out just for you, high heels you could barely even walk in, and gloss covered lips that still stung from the kiss he bestowed upon you in the car.

You felt his hand on your lower back, possessive and firm, guiding you through the crowd of people like you belonged to him and only him.

Because you did.

You’re a little nervous; it’s full of older, intimidating women and men, most of whom toji knows from doing hits for ‘em. Your not exactly sure why your nervous though. You’re around older men all the time at the club, some who even try to hit on you and not just with their words, so what was different?

Heads turned. And not because they recognized toji, but because they noticed you—a young and pretty girl like you clinging to a man that was almost twice your age.

He handed you a drink to which you gladly accepted, sipping on it as a friend of his that you had never met before suddenly walked up, a smug grin on his face. “Goddamn, fushiguro. Didn’t know you had a daughter. She yours?” An obvious drunken scrunch in his face.

Your entire body froze, choking on your drink as your eyes practically gouge out of your head.

But tojis completely unfazed.

“I-,” Tojis index finger is quick to hush your mouth before he plays it off, smiling while brushing his fingers down the side of your face, slow and tender.

“Nah,” he shakes his head, eyes flicking back to you with something lustful in them. “But I do enjoy it when she calls me daddy.”

You just stand there—shocked. Weirded out. And…slightly turned on?

The silence? So heavy.

The man blinks, completely stunned. You swore you could hear the moment his soul left his body.

Toji just laughs, low and dark, his lips pressing a gentle kiss against your temple like you were just so fragile.

From that moment on, the tension is thick. Tojis possessive, having to deal with the many more eyes that dare to meet yours the entire night. He’s teasing, running his hands over you as he talks to people, leaning his head against your shoulder and occasionally kissing the inside of your neck.

He’s loving the absolute confusion in everyone’s eyes. No one can figure out what the hell the dynamic is between the two of you.

Later that night, he’s asked to stay at the hotel to protect the boss—its too risky to go home right away.

He agrees obviously, free suite for him and his lady, and he could finally get you alone after impatiently waiting all this time.

As soon as you two made it to the third floor and to the suite, toji wastes no time, pouncing. Pinning you against the door, hand sliding up your thigh in an instant.

“Still think it was a good idea wearing this in front of them, baby?” His face now in the crook of your neck as his hand snuck behind your head, fingers tangling in your hair to pull back for more access.

You whimper, nails clawing at his shoulders as you slightly turned. “You picked it toji..”

“Mm, I know I did,” his voice dropping lower, words almost coming out in a growl. “‘Cause I wanted them to look. Wanted them see exactly what they can’t have. Jus’ like I’m gonna make sure you remember who can.”

He doesn’t take his time—he never does. He isn’t that kind of guy, especially when it came to you.

He never took his time when he was like this—ragingly horny, jealous, possessive, and worked up from having to hold himself back the entire night.

One hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes while the other hand slid between your slightly trembling thighs, his smug yet amused smirk deepens once he felt just how soaked you were.

And he knew exactly why.

“All this from being mistaken as my daughter, ma?”

Fingers trailing over the damp of your panties, slightly pushing down against your hole. You gasp softly, your legs instinctively closing around his hand.

Your face heats up in shame and arousal tangling in your chest. Just as you’re even thinking about replying, he slides two fingers past your panties without warning, eliciting another sharp gasp from your lips.

“Toj—“

“That turn you on, baby? The way they looked at you…looked at us. Thought I was your dad?”

You hated to admit it, but it definitely was a turn on. The moment the guy even said it, your stomach fluttered. So you only answer with a moan—breathy and broken—trying to fight it as your knees start to buckle.

“Awe, no?” He presses, fingers moving faster. Your voice cracked with every whimper, every whine. You shake your head, just the slightest when he grabs your jaw once again, forcing you to look at him while he finger fucked you.

“You have no problem saying it any other time.” A stern yet aroused expression on his face, eyebrows furrowed.

You’re so close—yet so far away. Knowing toji, if you don’t answer, he’ll stop what he’s doing right now, and make you chase your orgasm yourself. So you nod quickly, panting out as soon as his grip on your jaw loosened a bit.

“Y-yes—hnng—I did, I did..” and you whine further once he curls his fingers deeply into you, just right, bringing you closer. “There it is.”

“Daddy’s making you feel good, huh, sweet girl?” His tongue traces lazy circles against your neck.

“A-annh, yes—yes toji,” and for some reason your response earns you a slap on the ass, grabbing it tightly.

“Yes, who?”

You yelp a whine following closely after. The word sticks in your throat, sick kink. But deep down, you know this isn’t new. You’ve said it before, and now, he’s demanding it.

“…yes, daddy.”

He’s groaning into your ear and you can feel the aroused grin against his face as his scar brushes against your ear. Your legs are begging to close together but you know better, you know better to control your body, knowing how he’d act.

But you’re falling apart against him, nails digging into his biceps, moans flying from your mouth like it was all you knew. “S-shiit—gonna—cumm, d-daddy!” Your eyes roll back as your orgasm comes crashing through you, your body writhing against him. “Mm, look at you..finishing all over daddy’s fingers like the good little slut my baby is.” His fingers pop from your entrance, teasingly running his thumb against your clit before he stuffs his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself.

“Now come on,” His voice rough and somewhat shaky, you could feel the bulge straining against his pants. He lifts you up with ease, throwing you over his shoulder.

“you’re riding me tonight. Then, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you forget your own name, and all you’ll remember is the word—daddy.”

Freaked the fuck out.

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