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Goro Kamo

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I had a cosplayer come up to my table like this and it’s been on my mind ever since

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pink and black dividers ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

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credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 | requested by @bunnicupp ( if you don’t like these please don’t hesitate to tell me 🫶🏻✨🌸 )

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Opening submissions because I’m bored and don’t know what to write sadly.

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HELLPPPP i want to write a toji x black reader but i don’t know want to name it…

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Thinking about plug! Sukuna saying "tell me you want this princess" and "say you fucking need me bitch" desperately when you don't respond :/

I can't write him anymore in this AU bc every time they fuck I want to tell him we love him but we CAN'TTTTTTT

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dubcon, smoking weed (implied), cheating, manhandling, size difference, slight pining, spanking, degradation, dry humping, vaginal sex, pet names (princess), hair pulling, he slaps u 🫶🏽 ++ squirting !

words: 1.5k

“What are you doing here?” you ask, attempting to close the door before he can come in. He smirks, managing to stick his foot between the door and the frame before you can shut it. “You can’t be here, Sukuna.”

He rolls his eyes, pushing his way inside and making himself at home. You lock the door quickly after him, standing with your arms folded as you watch him investigate your apartment. You can’t tell if he’s amused or disgusted, and it makes you wonder why he’s here at all.

“You really are a trust fund baby. Aren’t ya?” he smirks. “Here.”

Your eyes never leave him as he approaches your kitchen table, tossing a bag of weed down onto it. You stare, long enough for him to scoff as if insulted. And then you look at him, looking right back at you. There’s an expression of his face that you can’t quite read, and the silence between you builds and builds.

“What is this?” you ask.

“Weed. I thought you’d know that by now, you smoke enough of mine.” he says, it’s casual but not quite playful enough to be sincere. So you huff, folding your arms across your chest as you consider what to say next. “Don’t worry,” he starts.

“Well I am worried because you always want something from me when you give me weed.” you sigh. “Like a kiss or—”

“Heard you and Yuuji were arguing.” he interrupts you. “Thought you might need something to relax. I don’t have a motive… just trying to—”

“Trying to get your dick wet again, I’m not stupid.” you interrupt him right back. He looks at you, and this time you can read his expression clearly. There’s annoyance across his features plain as day, but you see traces of hurt, too.

Is it possible? Is it really possible for him to extend a kindness to you with no ulterior motive? It’s hard to believe. It’s hard to take seriously when you know the type of person he is. You don’t even really like each other. You’ve gone from hating each other to tolerating each other for Yuuji’s sake.

And still, you feel sorry for him.

He came all of this way, and you’ve hardly been a good host thus far. You sigh, sitting at the kitchen table. The weed must be his idea of a peace offering, so you shrug. He moves from leaning against the table to sitting on the seat opposite to you, watching you carefully as you decide what your next move is.

“I— I don’t even know how to roll.” you confess.

“… I can do it for you.”

Your laughter is infectious enough to make Sukuna laugh too. You’ve been watching old episodes of SpongeBob for an hour, and you can’t believe how long it’s been since you watched it. You always thought it was funny as a kid. But you hadn’t expected it to be even funnier as an adult.

But maybe you’re just high.

“Sukuna?” you say, it’s quiet in comparison to your laugh. But he hears it clear enough, looking down to where your head is rested in his lap. He nods to tell you to continue, but looking up at his harsh red eyes and chiselled jaw makes you nervous. “Why did you really come over?”

He clears his throat, taking a final drag of his blunt before stubbing it out in the nearby ashtray. His eyes can barely meet yours as he searches for the confidence to tell you the truth.

“I just wanted to see you.” he confesses.

You turn off the TV and sit upright. You’re sitting beside him, and now, he can’t take his eyes off you. A squeak leaves you as he dares to pull you closer to him, so close that you’re straddling him.

You hate yourself.

You want to kiss him.

He smirks at the little internal conflict that’s plastering itself across your face. His hands smooth up your sides, one travelling further to take a firm grasp of the back of your neck. His hold is strong, but not forceful. Just enough to keep you in place and maybe bring you closer to him and he leans in to kiss you.

And you let him.

Your lips lock and you moan as he helps you grind down onto his growing bulge. He smiles against your lips as your mouth opens just enough for him to slip you some tongue. A primal growl rips through him as he feels your warm, clothed cunt rub against him just right.

“Tell me you want this, princess.” he says quietly before kissing you again.

You don’t respond, focusing on kissing him back and getting yourself off like a horny teenager. Your hands cup his face, and you continue to roll your hips against him pathetically. Heavy breaths and wanton moans leave you as you proceed to chase the feeling and carry on giving Sukuna what he wants just as desperately.

You do want this.

Your pitiful display can attest to that.

His hands wander again to squeeze your ass, Sukuna’s own moaning at the mere feeling of your pussy soaking his sweats should be enough to make him feel ashamed. He doesn’t care, though. Not when your lips are on his and your entrance is just two layers of fabric away.

He rests his head on the back of the couch, allowing you the time to tell him. Really tell him how much you crave him.

But you don’t.

Not a single word.

His eyes grow darker, more impatient. Could he be wrong? The way you’re using him tells him otherwise, but he wants you to tell him. He needs you to. A hand spanks hard against your ass cheek before he moves it to slap you across the face.

And it shocks you.

His other hand wraps around your hair and forces you closer to him again. Noses almost touch as he looks at you like a meal to be devoured by an animal in the wild.

“Say you fucking need me, bitch.” he demands.

You can’t tell if you’re nodding on your own or if he’s doing it himself with your hair. But you crumble, for him. Spilling your desire and crumbling under his stare, admitting your deepest shame.

“I n-need you, Sukuna,” you bite your lip. “Please.”

He reaches under your skirt to move your panties aside. His patience is thin, he just wants to feel you. He quickly pulls his cock out from beneath his sweats, lining his thick tip up with your dripping hole.

“Fuck.” you gasp, eyes watering as he repeatedly dips in and out of you.

You screech as he forces you down on his length, and he grunts at the sensation of your cunt forcing itself to accommodate his girth. He’s loud, and he doesn’t care in the slightest. This is what he wanted all along.

This is always what he wants.

He helps you ride him, even fucking up into you shallowly to help hit the spongy spot deep inside that always makes you delirious. The spot only he can hit. Not some random guy. Not his little brother. Just him.

“That’s it, princess,” he praises you, noting by your pretty face and spasming cunt that you’re nearing your demise. He’s not much better, either, ready to coat your insides at any given second. He’s holding off, though. He needs you to cum first. “Let go, make a mess for daddy. Go on.”

“C-Can’t—” you tell him. The stretch is glorious and the feeling of his pretty tip battering your g-spot is perfection personified. But it’s too much. It’s too much to focus on and ground yourself to really enjoy and let yourself go. You’re struggling to take him. You can’t give him what he wants and—

He forces your little crop top up to rest beneath your collarbones, quickly sucking and kissing your nipples between his soft lips. His tongue laps at them. And God he’s wasted being a fucking drug dealer.

He should be a porn star.

He pulls away as you clamp around him, throwing your head back from the blissful feeling as your cunt soaks him. Your squirt all over him, turning light grey sweats dark as you almost scream through the feeling of your release.

The sight is more than enough to make him finish. His balls tighten and cum coats your insides as he finishes with you fully seated on his cock. Sukuna’s arms hug tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he empties himself in your womb.

He slowly continues to make out with your tits when it’s over. His energy spent but still desperate to feel you, please you, hear you in any capacity. The overstimulation drives you wild, you do all you can do wriggle away but it’s hopeless.

Sukuna is stronger than you’ll ever be, and you’ve given him full control of your body.

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handle you

syn -> eren proves that he can handle you.

warnings : smut, squirting, creampie, thick black reader, weed and alcohol usage, unprotected sex, spit, not proofread; just nasty

you were laying in bed with your led lights on, tv playing music softly from its speakers.

frank ocean, flo mili, sza, steve lacy, kali uchis, and whoever fit their way into the mood.

it was definitely past twelve o clock now, but you didn't feel even a bit of tired.

you take a couple pictures and post it on instagram, labeling it as 'bored' before posting.

you see a lot of your homegirls like it immediately, but of course they all was doing something.

sasha had a class to go to in the morning, annie was exhausted from work, pieck was with her boyfriend.

the only person that didn't heart it was mikasa, and that was probably because she was with her boyfriend too.

you drop your phone down and roll your eyes, deciding to begin working on your assignment due next week.

but you don't have to mess with it for long.

your phone buzzes next to you, gaining your attention from the laptop. an instagram notification.

onyandrift replied to your story : smoke sesh? wtw

you roll your eyes, recognizing the username as your boy best friend.

the two of you use to kick it with each other all the time, and even spent a few nights at his house over the summer in high school.

but you fell off, cause eventually he got a girlfriend and started to stream games and a bunch of other nonsense.

around that same time, you started focusing more on yourself.

loveyn : lame booooo loveyn : ion got weed to share w u

onyandrift : girl you nvr do onyandrift : i'm providing onyandrift : come kick it w me n a few of my hbs

loveyn : uhm loveyn : you think i wanna be around bare niggas tn??

onyandrift : stop yappin and get dressed im omw

you roll your eyes at the text and sigh, checking the weather.

it wasn't gonna be too cold, so you settled for this and grabbed your phone charger and lip gloss.

onyankopon doesn't live far, so it doesn't surprise you when you hear his audi a6 make that annoying popping noise outside your house.

you groan in annoyance and grab a water bottle before stepping outside, immediately walking to the car.

"why the fuck you still got that shit bruh?" you complain, climbing into the front seat.

he had on his essentials hoodie and black sweatshorts, grey yeezy slides on and a velvet durag.

he shoots you a grin before he takes takes your things and puts it in the backseat like he always did.

during your senior year, he had you sit outside with him in the hot ass sun while he put something on his car to make it noisy as hell.

he did explain what it was, but it wasn't like you really cared so you ignored him.

you didn't expect him to still have it though.

"who all gon be up in there ony?" you ask once he makes it to the stop light.

onyankopon sits back in his seat and things, rubbing the stubble on his face in fake thought.

"don't know." he fakes, before driving off when the light turns green.

you groan in annoyance, fixing your hair and at least making sure you looked good.

-

when you make it, he grabs your things and tells you to head to the backyard where everyone else is.

you follow his instructions, grumbling about how he had better sprayed all the mosquitos.

everyone was back there like he said they were.

it was armin, jean, mikasa, onyan's girlfriend zara, and some guy you don't recall ever seeing.

"hey girl! come sit!" mikasa grins, swinging her legs off jean and patting the seat beside her.

it happened to be between her and the random guy.

he didn't pick his head up to greet you or even look at you, tapping away at his phone.

'rude ass' you thought to yourself, sitting next to mikasa with a bit of a stank face.

she follows your view, and sighs, leaning back. "don't mind him. he just don't wanna be outside." mikasa reassures.

you roll your eyes and fix yourself, saying hi to everyone else.

onyankopon joins you all in the back with all the spliffs he had rolled after hitting everyone up.

sooner or later, lost by frank ocean was playing lowly on the speaker and you were all on your third spliff.

"this would be so much better if we had drinks." mikasa complained, leaning back onto jean.

he ignores her, because everyone knows how nasty she gets when she's drunk and high.

"fuck that. some fucking food would be amazing." armin huffed out smoke, handing the spliff over to zara.

everyone groaned in agreement, and you were the only one to get up with a hum.

you don't miss the way a pair of eyes trace your body as you stretch and fix your pants.

"finna go find sum in the kitchen for us to eat." you grumble, venturing into the house.

you close the screen door behind you and look through his cabinets with a frown, fixing your hair out of your face.

the sliding door to the backyard slides open and closed, making you turn to the sound.

it was the silent guy, eren, you learned his name was.

and now you could see him in proper light.

he wore a grey hoodie and a pair of baggy sweats, long hair pulled into a up and down.

you had to admit that he was fine, his wife beater seeming tight around his chest.

and green eyes staring you the fuck down.

"can i help you?" you question rudely, turning back to the fruit snacks in the pantry.

"maybe you can." he responds, and you hear him approach you.

now you know your position could be taken as anything but innocent, bent over inside a pantry.

you stand up straight and face him, looking him up and down. you weren't know easy bitch, and you won't be treated as such.

"you can't handle me." you complain, pulling your phone out and grab the whole box of fruit snacks.

he takes the box from you and puts it on the counter, smirking just a little bit at you.

"you don't think so?" eren questions, tilting his head teasingly.

you scoff, jabbing your nail into his chest harshly until he backed up.

"trust me, baby. i know." you grab the fruit snacks up and join everyone else.

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"nah don't run now. thought i couldn't handle you?" eren grinned down at you cockily.

you were bent over onyankopon's guest bed, back arched and face smushed into the sheets.

one thing is for certain, you shouldn't have picked up that fucking cup.

mikasa brought out the liquor and poured everyone a cup.

which led to everyone spending the night at ony's house and crashing in every room.

mikasa and jean took the game room in the basement, ony and zara obviously took his room, while armin crashed on the long L shaped couch with eren.

or well, he should've.

you couldn't stop teasing him in that stupid fucking graphic tee ony lent you for the night.

which led you here, under eren's strong hold and getting your pussy pounded something serious.

"ooouu why you fucking me like this?" you whine out a bit too loud, reaching back to press on his stomach.

but eren shut that down immediately, slapping your hand away and stuffing all eight inches in your gut.

"all fucking talk." eren grumbles to himself, angling his hips upwards and fucking you even harder.

at this angle, his fat tip was slamming right into your g-spot.

your jaw goes slack in a silent scream as you push your ass back onto him, holding onto the pillow.

eren grins over you, slapping the flesh connecting your waist to your thighs.

"good girl.. take this fucking dick." eren grunts out, obsessed with the way your ass ricocheted off his abs.

"wait wait wait! m'gonna make a mess!" you pleaded with him, grabbing his strong arms.

hearing that only made him speed up, staring directly at your pussy as it clenched around him.

you screamed into the pillow, squirting harshly onto the sheets beneath you.

eren pulls out to watch, catching his breath and clapping your ass cheeks together.

when you catch your breath, you turn your head to figure out why he was so quiet behind you.

he stared back at you, before chuckling lightly. "onyankopon is gonna fuck us up." he joked, flipping you onto your back.

you rolled your eyes and get comfortable, staring at him from behind your lashes.

"not us. you. i told you i'd make a mess." you shoot back, letting him lift your legs up.

"uh huh. sure." eren says, not even listening to you as he pushes right back inside of you.

in this position, he reaches deeper inside of you and it makes you whine again.

you can't even think of a remark to say back, because his pace picks up once more.

eren wraps his hand around your throat and leans in, spitting in your mouth.

you accept it gratefully, swallowing and pulling him down to kiss him.

eren groans into the kiss, rutting into harder and rubbing your clit in rough circles.

you moan out, arching your back and grabbing his hand.

"fuck.. gonna make me nut in this pussy." eren groans out, moving his hand off your throat and kissing just below your ear.

you squeeze your eyes shut at the pleasure, bucking your hips weakly into him.

what he says doesn't register in your brain, your head going foggy as all you could focus on was how good he was fucking you.

eren starts to mumble something you don't hear clearly, bucking into you wildly.

you cum around him again, locking your knees behind him and digging your nails into his back.

eren groans in your ear, hips stuttering as he shoots thick, hot ropes into your sensitive pussy.

you flinch and whine lightly at the feeling, playing with his hair.

the two of you lay in your combined juices, still coming down from your highs.

eventually, eren turns his head to face you and grins.

"i gotta buy you a plan b?" he questions, rubbing your thigh in slow circles to get your full attention.

you shake your head and close your eyes. "i'm on birth control." you inform, taking a look at your nails.

"you gotta pay for my lashes and nails tho. got me fucked up." you grumble, looking at your broken index nail and missing pinky.

eren laughs at that, pulling out and climbing off the bed to pull his boxers back on.

"can't handle you my ass. don't ever let me hear you say that shit again girl." eren teases, helping you off the bed.

loud knocks make the two of you freeze, grabbing the sheets to cover your still naked.

a loud voice rings out from behind, making you remember exactly where you two were.

"aye make sure yall niggas clean up and take that fucking sheet home! got me fucked up, fucking in my house like that!" onyankopon complains, before walking off.

eren looks back at you with a grin, before slapping the fat of your thigh playfully.

he's never letting you stay over again.

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ toji fushiguro x his favorite customer (revision)

✧ summary toji has a little soft spot for his favorite customer that he can't get enough of.

✧ content warnings reader is a black woman who uses she/her pronouns. chubby!reader and inexperienced!reader. rich girl in her midtwenties, very needy! usage of profanity, standing missionary, oral - m!receiving, doggy style, mixture of praise and degradation kink, breeding kink, unprotected, creampie and squirting, terms of endearment ─ pretty girl, princess, baby, baby girl, etc. softdom!toji with rough, passionate, and filthy intercourse. told in first POV ─ toji's. i got reader calling toji TJ, and i think that’s so cute pls.

✧ author's note happy birthday to my baby daddy toji fushiguro! we've been going strong now for years. just a little something something to celebrate him. this fic has been in the drafts since December. talk about black people time, old sksk. also, if you already seen the original of this fic on tumblr, it's mine lol. this is just a revision, so don't go around saying i copied someone! my writing has changed so i wanted to redo this and add some adjustments. i hope y'all enjoy. support me by reblogging, liking, and commenting your thoughts. ♡ AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS AND/OR MINORS - DO NOT INTERACT.

 

 When it comes to women I fuck, I treat them the same because at the end of the day, they pay me good money to stuff their pussy with cock. 

 Don’t really care if they're married either. I usually get the old, desperate broads that aren’t getting any attention from their husbands at home, so it’s my job to make them feel good for the night. 

 I don’t do favorites. 

 I damn sure don’t give discounts. 

 And I definitely don’t get attached. But the moment I met Y/N that all changed. 

 My favorite customer. 

 Never did I expect a younger woman to pay me to get fucked, especially when she looks that good. 

 I’m almost positive she has a line filled with fuckers that’s desperately wanting to know what this tight, wet pussy feels like, yet here I am, living their fantasy. 

 I fucked Y/N once. 

 Then, twice. 

 Then, again.

 And again.

 And again…

 If I didn’t know any better, I’m fucking obsessed with her. Can’t even say it’s just for the money she’s paying me. Probably the best pussy I ever had.

 No. 

 It is. 

 So fucking warm, and she takes dick well, too. I usually give only an hour or two to my customers, but for Y/N? I reserved the whole night to relish her pussy. 

 The perfect fuck to end my day. 

 Those soft, sweet-sounding moans that slipped through her full brown and pink lips, having my previous cum shot staining them had me running wild. 

 But it seems like I’m not the only one who’s sex drunk. 

 Cock is all on Y/N’s mind right now. Whimpering and crying how big I am and thanking me for giving her dick. Tears pricks those chestnut-colored hues and I’m in fucking awe. She’s so damn pretty. 

 “You know how gorgeous you look taking cock like this? Being a good fucking slut for me, princess?” I ask, being met with a nod and her moaning in response. 

 Y/N’s pussy talks to me. Wet noises spreading throughout the room while I have my arms hooked under the fold of her knees, fucking her recklessly to push past any intrusion. 

 She’s jumping with me every thrust I make, causing her tits to bounce obnoxiously. I take one of her nipples into my mouth and suck on them like it’s my last dying breath, hearing that sweet whimper. 

 I belong in Y/N’s pussy, and she belongs to me, too, the way she’s gripping my cock and milking me. All of her cream and wetness drips between us and down my balls, and it feels fucking amazing. Every time I experience her velvet walls, I find myself becoming more animalistic, hungry and territorial over someone who should only be seen as a client. 

 But fuck, something in me says I would go batshit crazy if I ever found out she had other motherfuckers experiencing this. 

 Knowing how she looks when sweat coats her beautiful brown skin. How it feels to stretch her out and make her adjust to you. Just thinking about it makes me pound into her deeper and more aggressively. 

 “Toji, baby, yes. This feels so good,” she purrs. “Like that. Keep fucking me like that.”

 I hum. “Yeah? This is what you wanted, right? Paid me to please this good pussy?”

 By all means, Y/N isn’t a virgin, but she told me she doesn’t have much experience and I can tell by how tight she is. 

 Our sounds of pleasure resonate in the air, and I call her my good girl, praising how perfect her pussy is, to be met with her squeezing me and watery brown eyes. 

 “Toji… Toji… Yes. God, yes.”

 “Keep using your words, pretty girl. Tell me how much you love my dick in your pussy,” I ordered softly.

 “I love it so much. It’s so big, baby,” she tells me, slurring her words because of her lips still being on mine. “You’re going to make me cum.”

 I clicked my tongue, shaking my head. “Not yet. Come taste yourself.”

 Without hesitation, Y/N slides down to her knees and starts sucking my dick. I hiss at her swallowing me and the warmth of her mouth. She doesn’t take her time when sucking me off, immediately circling her head and throating me. 

 “Hot fucking mouth made to suck dick, huh, pretty girl?” I firmly grabbed her chin so she could look at me. “Eyes up, sweetheart. Open up your throat for me like a good girl.” 

 Y/N hollows her cheeks and bobs her head fervently on my dick, tightening her lips around me. 

 She sucks dick so fucking good, better than any other woman I’ve been with. And I just know I’m bound to bust quickly if she keeps doing this shit. 

 My hand finds the back of Y/N’s head to grip and I buck my hips deeper into her mouth, ensuring I hit the back of her throat everytime. I’m a fucking mad man when I begin fucking the gorgeous face, especially when she’s looking up at me with those big brown eyes. 

 A spoiled brat, prim and shy, who’s spending daddy’s money to get fucked and folded by an old bastard like me. Think I fucking developed a kink for this type because of Y/N.

 I pumped into her mouth more aggressively until she began choking and gagging on my cock. Drool and precum coating her mouth in the process. 

 Any type of control Y/N tries to take, I push past it because I want to use that pretty little mouth of hers how I want. She needs to get her money’s worth when fucking with me. 

 “Going to fuck my cum deep down that throat of yours, and you’re going to swallow it. Got that?” She nods and I softly tap the side of her face. “That’s it. Keep those lips tight around me.” 

 “Toji, pl—please,” she slurs, causing me to chuckle. 

 “Hm, look at you. Trying so hard to talk to me while sucking my dick. It’s cute.” I slow down my quick thrusts, but replace them with more fervent ones, pushing me and her head down until my cock outlines her throat. 

 My balls grow heavy and obnoxiously slaps Y/N’s chin, a clear indication I’m about to fucking cum. 

 Grunting, whining, gasping like a little bitch for air because head like this has a fucker like me sounding like a broken mess. 

 Blood rushes to my groin and I start getting sloppy, feeling my muscles tightening and ache burning between my thighs. I’m close, so fucking close to filling her mouth with my release, then I can finish fucking that fat pussy. 

 Everything about this damn woman is perfect. Her pussy. How she sucks cock. That fucking chubby and curvy body of hers. A pretty face with loaded cash.

 Yeah, she’s definitely mine after tonight. And I’m talking about anything lovey dovey. Meaning if I catch her being a slut like this to anyone else, I’d kill that fucker. 

 No hesitation. I-

 “Y/N, fuck!” I grunt while cumming in her mouth. This load is fucking heavy, but she’s trying her best to swallow every drop. 

 I groan at the sight of Y/N touching her tits and palming her pussy, knowing how much she’s turned on, too. It’s like the vibrations of her moans pulls more cum out my fucking dick.

 A mess I made on her face, but the joyful lust I see in her eyes tells me she doesn’t give a damn. 

 Good, because I’m not finished with her. 

 “All fours on the bed. Now,” I demanded. “Still gotta fill up your pussy.”

 Perfection is what I think when I see Y/N from behind, arched back, ass in the air and pussy dripping, ready for me to fuck. 

 I force an arch in her back and plunge my cock in her tight little pussy with one deep stroke. Y/N gasps in the air and I take the opportunity to pull her up by the throat and start pounding her cunt. 

 Why the fuck is she so goddamn wet? She takes cock well, bud shit, I abruptly slip out each and every thrust. 

 “Keep me inside that pussy, baby girl. Stop fucking letting go,” I gritted in her ear. She reaches behind her to hold my dick and push back into me with a tighter grip. “Hm, just like that. So fucking good to me, aren’t you?”

 “I need more dick, TJ. Fuck me harder, baby. I can take you,” she moans. 

 Begging for cock she’s already paying for… Shit, I get a kick out of how pathetically sexy she sounds. 

 I repeatedly slammed into her wet cunt, thrust after thrust, pussy creaming even further than before. If it’s one thing I can listen to for the rest of my life, it’s how Y/N sounds when she’s being fucked. 

 My name drips perfectly from her lips.

 Our skin smacking fills the air in the room along my hand striking her ass until I guarantee it’ll bruise in the morning. 

 “Look at this fat ass moving when I pound into this pussy. Fucking beautiful,” I growled.

 “Toji, please. I… I don’t care how much… I’ll pay more. Just keep fucking me like this.”

 I chuckle. “Atta girl.”

 I see why motherfuckers catch feelings when fucking pussy. I almost feel tempted to tell Y/N that I love her while fucking her. She has pussy that’ll make a fucker crazy… Possessive… Jealous.

 I applied more pressure to Y/N’s throat and pulled her against my chest. “You know who this pussy belongs to. Right, princess?”

 “God, yes, Toji. You… it belongs to you.” Her voice comes off as a faint cry and I know she’s on the verge of cumming. Especially with how her pussy is pulsating around me. 

 “Mhm, that’s right. Dreamed of my fucking dick pounding this tight little cunt, now I have you mindfucked. Huh?” I pinch her nipples with my free hand and increase my thrusts. “You’re about to come for me. Aren’t you, Y/N? I know you are. I can feel it. You should see the mess your slutty pussy is making between us.”

 “Fuck, I didn’t mean to, baby. It’s just… you feel good. So fucking good,” she whimpers, bouncing her ass back into me to meet with my thrusts. 

 “Maybe I should have you clean it with your mouth. Hm?”

 I release Y/N’s throat to shove her face into the bed and deepen her arch more than before. My single hand returns to her hips to grip, pulling her round ass back on my cock to kiss her center. 

 Can’t get over how wet—how tight and warm this fucking pussy is. The harder I fuck her, the louder her pussy gets and I grunt, curse underneath my breath at hearing the sound of her muffled moans. 

 I don’t give a fuck if one of us catches feelings after this. Actually, I want her to. I want Y/N to be dick hungry only for me. 

 I want her pussy to smell like I’m the only fucker that’s been running through her. I’m even fucking tempted to breed this pussy just so she’s mine.

 Why the fuck would I want to have sex with any other women after knowing what Y/N feels like? 

 “You take cock like a fucking pro. Look at you gripping me. Look at how this pussy is mine.”

 She spreads her ass cheeks to feel every inch of my dick. “Fuck me, Toji. Harder. Fuck me harder, I’m about to cum.”

 “Shit, me too, sweetheart. Such a perfect fuck toy. Going to fill you all the way up,” I rasped. “Fuck me back. Keep taking this dick.”

 My thrusts are sloppy. I throw my head back and swear into the air and moan her name. My balls grow heavier and heavier until I fucking but and empty my cum inside her pussy. 

 And she’s right there with me, crying my name and thanking me for giving her toe-curling orgasm. 

 Fucking enjoy hearing my pretty girl thank me for giving her cock. She just looks so damn pretty when she cums, too. 

 Dark brown skin sweating. The sight of her ruined makeup with mascara running down her cheeks. Moans sounding like a broken record. 

 Yeah, she’s a perfect fuck. 

 My favorite customer. 

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[lucifervchatse]

Toxic Night

Warning: Not For Minors. Dark content, 20+ , some spoilers? drama, angst , toxic love/hate , sex, usage of marijuana , burning out blunt on skin , mentions of megumi and tojis past , reader is a off and on fling of tojis, both toji and reader are pretty toxic in this.

toji . f x black fem reader

The smell of weed and sex filled the room , along with came a tense filled silence. A silence Toji knew full well the meaning of-- yet he couldn't get used to this. A woman putting Him out, keeping it straight to the point with him , and brutally honest. This was different though , this woman was Grown. You knew every dark part of him and couldn't stand him , still there was this gravitational pull drawing you two to each other. Whether it be love or lust you couldn't handle Toji's past prior. His choices. His actions.

"You know I have no excuses for myself". Toji breaks the silence.

You blow smoke into the air , watching it fill the room as the smoke dances along the moonlight shining through the window curtains, before turning your head to side eye the scarred lip man. "And that's what makes me dislike you even more". You respond as you remove the cover from your naked form needing to let your body feel some air.

Toji sits up on the side of the bed with a deep sigh before grabbing for his boxers and pants off the ground. "I didn't have any other choice and you know that".

You scoff. "You always had options when it came to that boy Toji." You reply, already taking another drag from the blunt.

After getting his pants on and buckled Toji looks at you and rolls his eyes, obviously bored and over this conversation with you. "What about me not being ready to be a father do you not understand?".

She sits up in the bed straight and looks at him. "Is that gonna be your excuse every time for why you tried to sell your child?". You raise a brow blowing smoke into his face.

Her words cut deep. It struck a nerve even. Toji looked down at the floor rubbing at his bottom lip with his thumb lost for words, silence enveloping the room again. The man could feel tears wanting to well in his eyes, that makes him chuckle softly as he thought about his ex-wife for a brief moment. A devious smirk begins to form on the left corner of his mouth , scar adding to his handsomely crooked looks. It was as though your words had gave him a good slap to the face.

Toji walks over to your side of the bed and leans into the hand holding the blunt slightly whilst looking into your eyes invitingly. "May I?". There was a dark lithe in his tone, using his charm to his advantage. He knew you weren't good at keeping eye contact with him when he was like this, so you passed him the blunt.

A mistake.

Toji takes the blunt from her and plants the lit part of it right onto her bountiful exposed breasts.

"The fuck is wrong witchu!" You shout and shriek in pain as your instincts kicked in, reaching out to hit him only to be met with a strikingly tight grip to your wrist, the sorcerer now inches away from your face with the most serious expression you've seen, Toji's other hand pressing and twisting the burning blunt into your flesh.

"I am not a good man. I didn't have the opportunity to learn how to be a father besides the one time that I did, and she died. I thought I was making the right choice. So, watch your mouth before speaking on me and my son.

Toji lets go of your wrists before picking his shirt up off the ground throwing it on and walking out the door, leaving a disheveled, bleeding, speechless you behind.

a/n: OKAY. soooo I honestly don't know why this song made me think about this kind of scenario? It was just giving me like late Atlanta nights , big windows with the big slide away curtains , just toxic drama toxic love kinda vibes I was really trying to give that. like this dramatic , subtly intense , subtly sexy , feel.

[lucifervchatse]

bad reputation; insatiable habits

toji fushiguro x fem! reader

“they say he likes a good time / he comes alive at midnight / my momma doesn’t trust him / he’s only here for one thing / but so am i”

summary: toji stumbles into the pro-bono medical clinic, looking to get stitched up after a particularly challenging fight. as a medical student volunteer, you assist the doctor in tending to his wound.

warnings: smut, oral sex (f! receiving), dumbification, implied age gap, medical kink, daddy kink, praise kink, predator/prey, corruption, mentions of blood, p in v sex, vaginal fingering

word count: ~3k || read on ao3

author's note: thank you to rose and tea for putting up with my constant toji thirst. here to fully confess that i am a toji girlie and this was wholly self-indulgent. i just got out of midterms and need toji to fuck me stupid tbh. this is my first attempt at writing for him (and anyone from the jjk universe), so please be nice. i hope to write more in the future!

toji’s financial situation had never really given him the luxury of getting high-quality medical treatment. most often, he relied on his tactical brilliance, refined senses, and physique to get him through most fights with very little resistance. it was rare for him to walk away injured from a fight at all. this time was different.

toji’s mood is sour as he stumbles into the corner side clinic. he demands to be seen first on account of the wound actively dripping blood on the floor, and the receptionist obliges, a bit nauseated from the sight of all the blood. she ushers him into the appointment room, telling him it’ll just be a few moments until someone is with him. toji grunts in response, annoyed with the slow wait times. that is until you walk in. 

it’s cute how flustered you are as you search for stitching supplies. a young medical student likely must volunteer at the understaffed clinic once a week to prevent the doctors and nurses from total burnout. you looked so sweet, shoving your glasses up the bridge of your nose as you continued to rummage through the cabinets. “i promise you that the doctor and i will be with you soon, sir,” your voice chirps. it takes all of toji’s strength to focus on his bleeding wound and not how that same voice would sound writhing beneath him.

“just fucking – forget about it,” toji grunts, making a move to get off of the treatment plinth. You press your palm to his chest, fingers splayed upon the strong sinew of his muscles, barely hidden beneath his black compression shirt. “sit down,” you say in a firm tone, your eyes flicking to his. “I found the supplies,” you say unceremoniously as Toji lifts his shirt away from the gash that tore through his side. 

your precise hands begin to disinfect the wound as toji hisses out of his teeth. “f-fuck girl, that hurts,” he mumbles, unused to the uncomfortable sting. “hold still, so this ‘girl’ can stitch you properly,” you say, brows furrowing in concentration. he laughs at your second attempt to be stern as he watches your hands shake. “d’aw, you don’t need to be nervous with me girl. i’m sure i can handle a few pokes,” he taunts, which causes your eyes to flick up to his. you huff, annoyed at how the rich timbre of his voice pulled you from your concentration. one last patient, then you could go home and forget this whole day ever even happened. 

you’re grateful when the doctor arrives to check-in on your skills, rather impressed with how you managed to soothe a rather belligerent man enough to properly stitch his side. the doctor helps you finish up and instructs toji about proper aftercare for his wound. he isn’t listening as the doctor drones on about disinfectant and reapplying bandages. he’s too busy sizing up the cute medical student like she’s his next meal. hopefully, he could convince you to help him let off some steam; it’d be cute to watch your glasses all fogged up while your head struggled to bob around his cock. 

“...and no strenuous activities. any questions?” the doctor asks, a permanently exhausted expression etched into his face. toji’s eyes snap to the doctor, suddenly paying attention. “whaddya mean by that?” he grunts, barely hiding his disappointment. “anything that puts you at risk for pulling your stitches. you gave our medical student quite a hard time today. i’m sure she’s not eager to see you for a second time on this plinth,” the doctor explains. toji crosses his arms across his chest and rolls his eyes, “I wasn’t too bad, was I doll?” he purrs, again sizing you up. 

your body heats in response to the pet name as you tug at the collar of your white coat for more airflow. you had been so stressed and busy with schoolwork that you almost forgot what it felt like to be aroused. in a word, toji had caused your perfectly crafted walls to tumble down as need pooled between your thighs. you had to get out of here. But you had to answer his question first and professionally, “don’t pull your stitches sir,” you say firmly, but an octave higher than normal. toji smirks, catching on to the slight change of voice and nods in affirmation. he’s dismissed to the pharmacy to pick up the disinfectant and bandages. he hatches a plot.

toji was always clever, getting a read on people’s weaknesses so quickly that you were always ten steps behind. after leaving the clinic, he spends a few of his dollars on some pretty flowers he thinks you might like, then waits. you’re still dressed in your scrubs, with the rest of your belongings slung over your shoulder in some oversized gym bag. he politely taps your shoulder, doing his best not to scare you off before he gets what he wants. “t-toji?” you ask, confused, pulling out one of your earbuds to listen to him. “felt bad about givin’ such a pretty girl a hard time today, bought you these,” he offers, handing you a small bouquet of flowers. once again, you feel that unwavering heat envelop your body. a primal urge to be claimed by this man. toji notices your pupils dilate, another good sign.

“aw, thanks, that was… unsuspectingly sweet of you,” you smile, sniffing the flowers. “let me walk you home. a little thing like you shouldn’t be walking home late in the dark all by herself. i’ll make sure you get home safe,” he offers eagerly, trying not to reveal his true intentions too early. you eye him suspiciously. “too smart for her own good,” toji thinks with a wry grin. “Not sure I want a man who had to get a large gash stitched up in the hospital as my protector… might bring unnecessary trouble my way. Is that what you are, Toji? More trouble?” you ask, raising your eyebrow at him. Your mind tells you to make smart choices, not to reveal too much, but the primal yearning in your bones ached for him. an animal magnetism that pulls you towards him – like a bitch in heat. “don’t you wanna find out?” he asks, a cocky lilt of his head as his tongue juts out to wet his bottom lip. and you do want to find out, you really do.

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“what’s the matter, kitten? all worked up over some kissing and touching?” he chuckles, dragging a finger up your clothed slit, feeling how drenched your panties already are, and eyeing your erect, pebbled nipples. your head feels foggy, your eyes are hazy, and heat pulses through your veins as toji cages you against the plush sheets of your small double bed. he gazed at you from behind his raven hair, which fanned over his face and hid the jade green irises that were practically swallowed whole by black, dilated pupils. his chiseled physique bore the mark of smudged lipstick stains and love bites as you practically begged him for more. your lips were still swollen from the intensity of his kiss and the lingering taste of whiskey-infused spit on your tongue. it’s as if his kisses were laced with the sweetest poison that you willfully ingested if only to bring him closer. to feel his skin against your own as you indulge in the most carnal of pleasures.

“it’s been a while,” you admit, embarrassed as your hips buck into the air, desperate pleading for anything more he’ll give you. he shakes his head in disapproval, clucking his tongue. “poor baby, medical school got you all stressed out… neglecting your needs,” he says with a bit of mockery in his tone. you bite your bottom lip to stifle the whimper that bubbles in your throat. you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of admitting he was right, but… you didn’t have to. toji could tell; he could always tell. “my poor sweet darling, let me take care of you… taking care of care of people all day yet never making time for yourself. i mean, darlin’, your pussy is practically weeping for me,” he teases, peppering kisses down your neck as he palms the soft flesh of your tits. you moan softly, arching into his touch. 

“good girl, so pretty like this,” he praises, tweaking your nipples between his forefinger and thumb, causing cute little squeaks to erupt from you – like a tiny mouse caught in the coil of a hungry snake. a snake whose jaws inched closer and closer to your leaking core. tantalizing, feather-light kisses to your stomach, inner thighs, and top of your mound. you squirm, impatient hands weaving through his hair to try and urge him closer to where you need him. “lemme give you a proper warmup since it’s been a while, huh dear?” the corner of his mouth upturning in a smirk, showing off his canines. you nod your head as his breath fans against your swollen center. “come on, smartie pants, i know you know how to use your words,” he goads, fingertips digging into the sumptuous flesh of your thighs. 

you wriggle in his grasp, letting loose a sanctimonious whine as you say, “t-toji, p-please, wanna feel your mouth on me.” he must be satisfied with that because all of a sudden, his broad tongue strokes against your leaking folds, and a moan so guttural rips from your throat as you cry out for him. a puff of air leaves toji’s nose, a clear sign he’s amused as he continues to split you open with his tongue. he pries every drop of precum from your center, like a man starved of the nectar of the gods. his nose nudges at your pudgy pearl, but when he gently suckles it in his lips - your first orgasm in weeks piledrives through your entire system. it coats toji’s chin as he laps it up eagerly, entirely pleased with how easy it has been to make you tremble beneath him. he continues gentle licks, holding you firm as the aftershocks roll through your body.

toji must enjoy playing with his food because as soon as the worst of your aftershocks are over, he presses one of his thick digits into your hole. you whine, rutting your hips against the finger, greedily chasing your release. “shit,” toji mumbles under his breath, “your pussy squeezing the hell out of my finger, pretty baby,” he compliments, before slipping another one in. his thumbs rubs slow, soothing circles on your aching nub and with one swift curl of his fingers, you gush all over his hand. “god damn baby, could’ve told me you were a squirter… f-fuck that’s so hot,” he groans, biting his lower lip. but you can barely hear him, blood pounding in your ears as you come down from your second orgasm.

“feeling better, pretty thing?” he coos a bit louder, patting your thighs reassuringly. your brain feels like a hot bowl of soup – warm, comforting, and satisfying. there is an enjoyable silence in your mind that you bask in. toji taps your thigh again, “answer me,” he says more firmly. But you’re still lost in the ethereal glow of post-orgasmic bliss. he grips your chin, snapping you back to the current moment and looking into your eyes. you flutter your lashes up at him, his sudden shift in demeanor bringing out a much more demure side of you as you bite the inside of your cheek and nod in response to his question. A delayed response, but an enthusiastic response nonetheless – he could work with that. “w-want more,” you manage to choke out, your voice hoarse and raspy as it echoes off the walls.

“good kitten,” toji says, stroking your cheek. “gonna fuck you so dumb you forget everything but my name. bet you’d like that, huh?” he chides, his ego entirely overinflated. your scrunched-up face, your mouth falling open in a little “o” as you chase your high, and the darling little sounds that fall from your lips. he knew it wasn’t love, but by this point, it might become an addiction. his bottoms are quickly discarded on the bedroom floor, exposing himself in full glory. a prime specimen. an apex predator. you gulp, swallowing your nerves as you can’t unglue your eyes from his cock. girthy, veiny, and a pretty pink tip leaking seeds of desire on his belly. toji, an expert at reading people, notices your sudden anxiety. “never been with a real man before, precious? don’t worry, i’ll take it slow – just hold on tight,” he says and you heed his warning.

the intrusion isn’t painful, just a bit uncomfortable. you writhe beneath him, your nails digging crescent shapes into his biceps as he slowly drags his cock across your gummy walls. “j-jesus baby, you’re so tight. s-sucking me right in like a good little slut,” he praises, and every nerve of your body feels fraught with electricity. when he bottoms out, a chaste kiss is placed to your forehead – an unusual display of affection from toji, but a welcome one. he checks in again, enjoying seeing such a well-to-do medical student completely unraveled to the point where she was drooling, and tears were welling in her eyes. you assured him you were doing fine, rolling your hips against him, hoping he’d decide to move. he chuckles at that, pinning your wrists above your head in one hand. “what’s the magic word baby?” he asks, teeth nibbling on the shell of your ear and down to your earlobe. “p-please daddy. w-want you to fuck me,” you whine, completely giving up any decorum you planned on having for the rest of the evening. it was worth it for the pleasure you both derived from one another’s bodies.

toji groans as he hears her call him “daddy”, responding with a possessive growl and a snap of the hips. classically conditioning her – stimulus and reward. the pace he sets is comfortable, finding the spots that made her claw at his back in ecstasy. he loved to watch her tits bounce with each thrust as he moved her legs upward to find that sweet spot. her once prolific sounds had devolved into senseless babble, and the walls echoed the squelching sound of skin on skin. it’s all so distracting, toji doesn’t even notice he’s pulled his stitches. but he’s lost in the sensation, like a shark when chum has been released into the water. his hips continue pistoning into you, his cock scraping against your sweet spot and coaxing yet another orgasm from your already spent body. he was like a machine, sweaty black strands sticking to his forehead, his lips pursed in concentration as he sought after his own high.

as your pussy continues to clench on him, he feels his pace grow sloppy and the snap of his hips stagger. “medical girl like you gotta be on some sorta contraceptive, yeah?” he asks, taking all his concentration to focus on your answer. you quickly nod your head, confirming that you’re on birth control. “such a good girl for daddy,” he grunts. “gonna stuff you full of my cum. bet my pretty slut wants that, huh?” he groans, thrusting a few more times as he spills inside of you with a loud huff. you whine, legs trembling as toji’s load coats your insides and spills out of your abused hole, blathering on about how good daddy feels as he softens inside of you.

toji collapses beside you, clutching his side where his wound reopened. Whereas normally you would bask in the glow of aftercare, it doesn’t take long for your medical mindset to reawaken, noticing the blood stains across the sheets and his skin. “shit, you pulled your stitches!” you exclaim, hurling yourself out of bed towards the bathroom and grabbing a first aid kit. “worth it,” he grins, wincing as you begin to clean and bandage his wound yet again. you shake your head, a post-coitus glow still illuminating your skin. “y-you sure are pretty,” toji compliments as you pressure dress his would, delighted by your adorable flustered concentration. “thanks, now hold still,” you mumble, finishing up with a sigh. “well, i wrapped as best i could, but it looks like you’ll need to go to the clinic tomorrow to get it restitched. Shouldn’t have gotten so carried away,” you sigh, looking at the ground. “i’d bleed daily if it meant I got to do that again doc,” he chuckles, patting the top of your head.

they spend the rest of the night cleaning themselves up after a rough session. toji tries to remember what it was like to provide proper aftercare due to neglecting it for many years since his first wife passed away. he presses soft little kisses on your shoulders, wipes you clean, and heeds all of your medical advice for proper care to avoid infections. before you both drift off to sleep in your small apartment in your even smaller bed, toji lets out one final retort, “call me whenever you need some stress relief. I don’t think i’m satisfied with just one round with my pretty future doctor,” which garners a small laugh from you. however, after every rough exam or bad day at school – toji would be there to fuck you stupid and senseless. and honestly? the consistent sex made your grades better and your life healthier… maybe he wasn’t trouble after all. maybe he was just what the doctor ordered.

tagging my bby and fellow toji wife @redskyvenus bc her writing of toji was a huge inspiration for me when creating this!!

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[lucifervchatse]

'THESE GREY LINES.' (BEFORE THEY WANE)

pairing: bodyguard toji x lingerie model reader

warnings: smut, feminine descriptors.

Early rays of dawn brought light to his sins of the previous night as light streamed onto the silken white sheets of your bed. 

You lay naked beside him, sleeping soundly as the man who was supposed to be your protector contemplates his position in your life. It’s almost as though these considerations of his would hold him from crawling back into your bed and fucking his hips against yours in a debauched manner. 

But by day, he’d adhere to his duties as though he wasn’t infatuated with a powerful man’s attractive daughter. His face would harden into rigid stoicism and he’d exhibit threatening expressions to anyone who dared even look at you in a way he disliked. You can imagine his shock when you indulge in his curiosity one night, hiding your face behind your hands and telling him you may have signed a… different kind of contract.

Nothing in life could have ever prepared Toji Zenin for witnessing you in such a state, not even the ever-present threat of Shiu Kong's rage. 

An elaborate embroidery of red, orange, and yellow flowers lay delicately on the underside of your almost sheer balconette bra, a series of black-coloured ribbons, floral lace, and straps connecting over your hips and thighs formed synthetic artistry over a canvas of soft hips and a sensual waist. You'd finally taken off the brown leather trench coat you so desperately wished not to part with on the way to the venue, revealing to Toji a set that seemed a hybrid creation between Margiela and Findikoğlu's more voluptuary textile works. 

Cue a sharp intake of breath into Toji's angled nose. His chest must have hurt greatly from hoarding in so much conditioned air of the Vogue-ready indoor balcony, though he dared not exhale. 

Damn this contract into the pits of Hell. 

It was some strange rule to him now - if he exhaled, he could risk blowing you away like the (wet) dream you were - what, with your doe eyes staring up at him and asking him "What's wrong?" while your lips were so glossy and your delicate brows were furrowed slightly. He doesn't say much, resorting to shaking his head.

He instead states a soft "Nuthin' " before you, a delicious manifestation of the Madonna/whore dichotomy, continuing to worry over the way his face had immediately flushed and the overwhelming warmth of his hands and face in just the past five minutes. 

You'd smiled gently - "my bodyguard can't take care of me if he's unwell too, right?"

But all he could think of now was how your brows would similarly furrow when he'd kissed the tip of your breast in the gentle comfort of silk sheets, rolling the bud between his thumb and index finger as you called his name oh-so sweetly with a melodic, breathy voice. And he'd shush you gently, the sexy scar on the corner of his lips against your ear whilst his other hand coaxed (or sometimes forced) two fingers into the drooling, begging hole between your thighs. 

Toji liked for his lust towards you to remain exclusively in the darkness of your dull, warmly lit room.

Though the grey lines between the day and night, blurred when the current sunset in the sky exploded into various hues of pink and orange into the sky, waned rapidly. Toji peered at it through the window and his internal clock clicked into place - his hard, girthy body demanded a form of release after the whole day's worth of behaving even minutely decent for your sake. 

Only this time, you weren't immediately in his grasp and gentle caresses - you were onstage, hair styled to runway perfection as your hips rocked back in forth in accordance with the Dionysiac movement of the rest of your body, with the damned set of black lingerie gracing your skin. 

Best believe after your catwalk, that Toji's thick, veiny hands were busy hiking up the underside expanse of your thighs, pressing you between himself and the walls of the sleek private bathrooms in a desperate effort to anchor himself amidst the depth of his desire for you. 

Your legs wrapped tight around his hips, you gasped when the dainty material of your panties met with the coarseness of his black, baggy jeans. He'd taken his clear earpiece out of his ear, walkie-talkie somewhere outside on top of your brown leather trench coat as he administered undulating movements of his hips against yours. The bathroom echoed with your high-pitched sounds of pleasure, followed by a swift, wanting 'slap!' as your hair fell behind you when you tipped your head back. 

It didn't take long for his lips to find purchase at the junction between your shoulder and neck, sucking enough to paint dark red, petal-like shapes across your neck and over the curves of your breasts. 

The grey line had long been surpassed and your relationship was blossomed into more than that of a professional client/bodyguard dynamic. 

How could it remain strictly work-related when your nails scratched at his back and you gasped out his name in broken sobs, or hugged his neck and grasped at the dark, sweaty tendrils of his hair when one of his hands forcibly stimulated your clit? Or when he let out a deep, drawn-out groan when he finally found release into your warmth? 

You now lay panting against the countertop, beside an ivory sink, hickies - evidence of Toji's desire - decorating the expanse of your body, the lingerie piece intact on your body albeit in utter disarray. 

With each staggered breath you took, your breasts squeezed past the cups of your lacy balconette bra, which Toji had pushed downwards. Enticing panties, with little flowers worthy of an entire Harper's Bazaar article, were strewn to the side as his cum dripped from the still-clenching hole between your thighs, the folds to your pussy tumescent and exaggerated in colour after Toji's intense vivification of arousal upon it. 

And yet, you look up at him with lash-heavy eyes - plump lips parted just slightly for you to calm yourself - as though he was the entire world, a fucked out expression on your face that only heightened his resolve. He would forever be making you his - be it day or night. 

To hell with the job, he thought, he'd thought too much with his mind and not enough with his dick. 

© FY0DORISH 2024 please do not copy and / or translate any of the works seen here

[lucifervchatse]

Two Lovers Entwined !

You and your family move from the city to a small village in northern england. And after being the last person to arrive to the new place, you hadn't expected to get a Valentine's date on the day you moved in!

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ toji fushiguro x f!reader

Genre: porn! with a plot! (BRITISH au 🫨) Notes: this has series potential and i have a bunch of ideas so if u guys would like more lmk :3 thank you @chososdoll for beta reading and thank u @tteokdoroki for hyping me to post wheee !! Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, british slang (duh!), brief slut-shaming, size kink ♡, slight exhibitionism, dry humping, spanking ♡, cunnilingus, daddy!kink, vaginal sex, squirting, belly bulge ♡, creampie ♡, pet names (baby, princess, darlin', sweetheart etc.) Words: 9.5k

Chunky, chocolate-coloured platforms hit the pavement as you step out of the back of the taxi you know has definitely overcharged you. You roll your eyes as you read the metre. The driver watches you intensely as you circle around the car, leaning into his window as you pull out your purse.

“This is daylight robbery you know, love.” you chastise him, fluttering your lashes in hopes of getting some kind of discount. He makes no attempt to hide the way he leers at you, looking your body up and down before he meets your eyes once more.

“You can pay me back another way, if you’re short on cash.” he smiles, a missing front tooth presents itself confidently, as if he has a chance. It fades, instantly, when you can’t help but scoff at his lewd proposal.

“Dream on,” you scowl. You hand him the taxi fare you owe and huff realising the only thing left in your purse is one fake eyelash and a single penny. “The least you can do is get my suitcase out the back.” you command him.

He quickly clears his throat as you back away from the door to allow him some room to do as you’ve asked. You check your phone to find the address pinned in your family group chat, looking up again to see if you can home in on the right house. Your eyes stop on number seven with a smile.

There’s a ton of boxes outside and the door is wide open.

You should have figured.

The taxi driver brings your case to you, eager to get rid of it. There is clear distaste in his eyes, the leopard print pattern evidently ruining his image. You stare at him with a smile, however, pointing to your new home.

“It’s that one there, thanks.” you tell him, saying nothing else until he drags your case along. You roll your eyes again when his back is to you, following after him slowly.

You wiggle your fingers at him, a feeble attempt of saying goodbye as he hastens to his car. He’s desperate to leave, though you can’t possibly imagine why. Your eyes scan over the village slowly as you assess your new home. There are a few things that catch your eye, but nothing particularly exciting.

There’s a market in the centre of the village, some food and clothes stalls you’re sure will grow tiresome after a couple of days of living here. The sound of your family’s raised voices catches your ear and you suppose you ought to go and finally show yourself.

Though your eyes light up at the sight of a sign that you hadn’t spotted earlier. It’s neon, you can tell despite it being switched off in the daylight. The Attic. You hadn’t expected such a quaint, suburban village to be home to a nightclub.

Maybe there will be more to do here than you thought.

You step back on your heel to retreat indoors, but before you can fully turn away, the door to the lofted nightclub swings open. Your eyes squint as you watch a man lean over the balcony, a cigarette in one hand and his phone in the other. You can’t tell if he looks angry or defeated.

Even from this distance, the colour of his emerald eyes staring down at you is blinding. You try to hide your smile with a pout as he takes a drag from his cigarette, his gaze intensifying as his lungs blacken through an elongated intake. A plume of smoke leaves his nostrils as he smirks down at you.

And that is your cue to leave.

The handsome stranger soon leaves your mind when you enter the chaos that is your new family home. Boxes are stacked high, some full and some empty and littered around the front room. You toss your handbag down onto the couch, sitting down to put on the TV until someone realises you’re here.

You kick your feet up onto the coffee table, folding your arms across your chest as you channel surf. Nothing catches your eye, and you can’t hear any of it anyway. Not with the rowdy commotion echoing from room to room.

You consider sneaking out, waiting until it’s all said and done before you get roped into it, too. It’s tempting, too tempting. The TV cuts to black and you quickly pick up your handbag before strutting towards the front door.

“Aw here she is, only five hours late.” your elder sister yells, her deep, disapproving voice hitting everyone’s ear in an instant.

You take a slow inhale as your eyes roll back, bending down to pick up one of the boxes on the ground. Your sister watches as you spin around, a fake glossy smile on your lips despite her eyes staring daggers at you.

“Where do you want this?” you ask, voice giddy as you practically catwalk from the entrance to stand beside her.

“Is that Baby home?” you hear a familiar, loving voice ask. Your nana smiles as she enters the front room, she holds her hands over her heart as she looks at you. “You’re such a good girl.” she tells you, looking at the box in your hands.

The box you’re fairly certain is empty.

“Where were ya?” your sister asks. “We waited ages for you this morning. Bet a taxi cost a fortune as well. Were you at a lad’s house?”

“Give it a rest, Sabrina.” you roll your eyes. She huffs, big hoop earrings swinging as you see her gearing up to yell at you. She stops short, though, your nana intervening before she can get started. “Where’s my room, nana?” you ask.

“You’ve got the smallest one.” Sabrina tells you.

“I better not have!”

“Maybe if you showed up on—”

“Enough!” your nana shouts, snapping you both out of it to focus on her instead. You’ve never heard your nana get really angry before. She never swears, never calls anyone names. But living under one roof like this is bound to test her patience. “Your brother’s moving all your boxes into your room, love.”

You kiss her cheek before sauntering down the hall. Your mum looks at you happily when you check inside each room and end up finding her inside of hers. She points you in the right direction, and you find your room at the very end of the long hallway.

Your brother’s face lights up when he sees you, rushing over to give you a tight, rib-crushing hug. He shows you how he organised all of the boxes for you to unpack, clearly proud of himself for going to so much effort for you. You look around, impressed with the size but not with the fact you’ve got lots of work to do.

“Do you like it?” Danny asks, you nod, pinching his cheek teasingly.

“Can’t be arsed to do the bedding, though.” you laugh.

“I’ll do it if you make me something to eat.” he tells you. “I’m starving.”

“Alright.” you shake his hand, agreeing to the terms. You don’t suppose he’s expecting a five-star meal, you’re sure a sandwich or a bowl of cereal will suffice. He goes to pick up a new pack of bedding, you definitely didn’t buy it. And you can’t recall your mum telling you that she was buying you some.

“Nana got it.” he tells you, deducing instantly what you’re thinking about it. “Must be nice to be her favourite.”

“Did she not get anyone else’s?” you ask.

“No,” he smiles. “Baby.” he says your nickname with a little malice behind his words, but you know him well enough to know he’s kidding. You’re his favourite sibling, after all. He’s yours, too. He watches you leave as you go to make something for him to eat.

Sabrina rolls her eyes at you as you enter the kitchen. You can tell what she’s thinking without her saying a word. You never cook. She always says you’d start a fire pouring milk on cereal.

She’s wrong, though.

That hasn’t happened… yet.

Your younger sister says hello to you as she carries numerous hangers full of clothes from one room to another. Her disgustingly gaudy wardrobe is instantly recognizable, you’d hoped they would have been lost in the move, so you’d have an excuse to overhaul her wardrobe.

You rummage through the cupboards until you find a bowl. It takes just as long to figure out which drawers contain the cutlery. Before you even bother trying to hunt down whichever cereal Danny prefers, you open the fridge. Your brows knit together in confusion as you see how empty it is.

Completely empty.

“Where’s the milk?” you ask.

“Got none, got a food shop coming later.” Sabrina tells you. You groan, shutting the fridge before walking over to her. “What?”

“Danny’s hungry.”

“Well, you’ll have to get a few bits from the shop, then.” she informs you. Your eyes widen in horror, and it’s too late to cover it up before she laughs at you, unimpressed as always. “There’s one when you turn right out of here, go on princess.”

“I’ve got no money.” you tell her.

She rolls her eyes so hard they turn white, strutting from the dining room to the kitchen to grab her own handbag and pull out her purse. She holds out a £20 note, almost placing it in your hand before pulling it back. Her stare is as stern as her words as she warns you. Warning you to only get something small for your brother to eat and she wants the change back.

You take it, agreeing, heading out with your knock-off designer handbag in tow. The fresh air hits you, your skin breaking out in goosebumps as you look both ways. You smile when you see the shop, at least thankful for how close it is. Maybe this is one plus from moving here from the city.

You’ve never been short of male attention since you grew a pair of tits and learnt how to do makeup. You were the first girl in your year to get boobs and the others hated you for it. The boys, however…

It’s been years since then. You’re twenty-four and things still haven’t changed. You can’t even walk to the fucking shop to buy some milk without being ogled. Sabrina’s voice blares in your mind, though. You know what she’d say.

‘It’s your own fault for dressing like a slag.’

She hasn’t even actually said it, but you’ve managed to make yourself angry with her. You know her too well. She calls you a slag any chance she gets, rarely having anything actually nice to say about you. The woman behind the counter eyes you up as you bring a 3 litre bottle of milk and 1kg box of cereal to the counter.

You walk away to find something to treat yourself too for your hard effort.

You grab a bottle of red wine and a gossip magazine, placing them down next to the other things. How you’re going to sneak these into your room, you have no idea, but you don’t regret it. You feel a twinge of guilt as the cashier reads out the total, but not enough to put them back.

She puts them in two separate bags for you, and her expression seems to soften from earlier when you say goodbye with a kind, warm smile. You exit the store, spotting your nana on her mobility scooter about to head back inside.

“Nana!” you shout, walking as quickly as you can in your heels to where she is.

“I’ll be the only one without—” a young voice speaks before cutting off abruptly.

“Ah!” you shout as a smaller figure bumps into you in your hurry. “Hey, watch where you’re— Oh.” you look down and see a young boy, a few years younger than Danny looking up at you.

“Careful, sweetheart.” a man behind him speaks, though you aren’t quite sure if he’s talking to you or the boy. You pause for a beat too long when you realise who he is. It’s the man from the balcony, earlier.

“Sorry, babe. Give me a minute, alright?” you smile at the boy before rushing over to your nana. You hope they wait for you so that you can apologise properly. Your nana beams as you approach, her smile only becoming wider as she notices what you haven’t.

You’ve been followed.

“If you sneak these inside, I’ll split the wine wi’h ya.” you tell her. Your nana’s eyes narrow, but she takes the bag from you and puts it in the basket of her scooter. She puts her own shopping back on top of it, winking at you before she rotates to go inside.

“You are a bad influence, Baby.” she smiles before disappearing.

“’s that your name?” you turn around in surprise at the sound of the deep, yet soothing voice. “’Baby?’” he asks.

“To some, yeah.” you smile. “Sorry little fella, wasn’t looking where I was going.” you look down at the young boy who you can tell is his son. He’s his carbon copy, they’ll be twins when he grows up, you’re sure.

“S’okay…” he says, shyly.

You smile, turning to head inside. You’re stopped, once again, by that hypnotic, low baritone.

“Did you know this place was a restaurant before you moved in?” he asks you. You turn around, looking at your new home again and nodding in understanding. You didn’t, but looking at it now, it makes sense.

You hadn’t expected small talk. The stare he was giving you from the balcony is wholly different to the one he’s giving you now. Is he nervous? The emerald eyes piercing you from the balcony earlier were the eyes of a predator. Maybe he’s thrown off because his son is with him.

He’s probably married.

Your eyes flit down to his left hand to see if you can see a ring or a tan line. But he’s a step ahead of you, it seems, when you realise his hand is in his pocket.

“Dad,” the boy speaks. He looks fed up, like he’s ready to go home and kick off his shoes after a long day at school. “If you’re going to ask her out, can you just do it and stop embarrassing me?”

It makes you laugh. There’s such a grumpy look on his face. Your brother used to be the same, but you loved him anyway. So moody and grouchy and tired of everyone around him. But never you, he was always a ray of sunshine when his favourite sister was around. You thought it would wear off when he got a little older, though. But he’s sixteen now and he still adores you.

After how much shit Sabrina talks when you aren’t around, though, you can’t figure out why.

“Are you not married?” you ask, boldly. He shakes his head.

“I was.” he says. It’s enough without saying much at all, so you decide not to pry. “Thank you for embarrassing me, Megumi.”

You smile at Megumi again, amused by him and his pouty little face. His dad is sweet with him, too. You feel your heart swell as you watch him ruffle his son’s hair. He moves his head to the side, desperate to get away from his dad’s attempt to mess up his hair.

“So you’re Megumi,” you start, eyes moving to look elsewhere. “What’s his daddy called?” you ask him.

He chuckles, a shallow laugh leaving his lungs as he listens to you. “Toji.” he says, simply. “And you’re ‘Baby’.”

“No,” you shake your head. “Only people I like call me Baby. Maybe I’ll tell you my name if you ask me on that date.” you tell him, and he smirks again.

“Alright.” he nods. “Are you free Wednesday night? I’ll take you to dinner.”

“… Dad.”

Toji shushes his son as he watches you eagerly, attempting to decipher your expression as you think. A feeling of anxiety rushes through him as he watches you pull a face he can only assume is disgust. He’s never felt so nervous before, but he doesn’t know why. He’s completely off his game, his son being present is definitely hindering his capabilities to charm you.

You pull out your phone, quickly opening the calendar app to check the date on Wednesday. Megumi rolls his eyes at his father’s silencing. You look at his son, and then back to him.

“Wednesday? Are you sure?” you ask.

“Of course.” he nods, practically puffing his chest out to show his confidence.

You smile widely, looking down at Megumi in amusement as the young boy shakes his head. And then, you nod too, agreeing to a date on Wednesday. He releases a heavy exhale, definitely a sigh of relief. Though there’s still a cocky smile on his face, satisfied that he got to look cool in front of his son.

“Have you got a pen?” you ask them both. Megumi shucks off his backpack and fishes out a pencil case to hand you a pen. You take the receipt from your shopping bag and write your phone number on it effortlessly. Toji holds out his hand to take it, but you give it to Megumi instead. “Whatever you were asking your dad for before I bumped into you, don’t give him this ‘til you get it, alright?” you giggle as Megumi shoves it deep into his bag.

He nods, happily, putting everything away and then putting his backpack on excitedly.

“You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t ya?” Toji asks, and you nod.

“I’m not cheap, either.” you warn him.

“There you are! How long does it take to go to the bloody shop?” Sabrina yells at you. You hold your eyes shut as embarrassment courses through you, getting shouted at like she’s your mother is definitely doing damage to your own cool exterior. She audibly groans when she sees what you’re doing, shouting louder to draw you away. “You’ve been here five minutes and you’re already getting chatted up, unbelievable. Danny is starving so you’ll have to stop being a slag for five minutes.”

“Sorry,” you apologise to Toji and his son before turning to follow Sabrina indoors. “See you Wednesday. You’re so romantic.” you wink, leaving them alone as you shut the door behind you.

Toji chuckles when he can hear your sister screaming at you for buying a 3 litre bottle of milk and the biggest box of cereal you could find. He puts his arm around Megumi’s shoulders just as she starts to shout at you about the fact you don’t even have the receipt.

“Dad.” Megumi speaks up again for the first time since he was shushed.

“Yeah, kid?” he looks down at his son as they walk in tandem.

“You know it’s Valentine’s Day on Wednesday, don’t you?”

Toji stops in his tracks while Megumi carries on walking. He looks back at your house and then at his son, who has now turned to face him with yet another of his unimpressed expressions.

He pulls out his phone, and it reminds him of when you did the very same thing. You even asked him if he was sure about the day. How could he be so stupid? And of course, as always, his son is absolutely right.

It all makes sense, now.

He’s so romantic.

“Fuck.”

--

It’s tomorrow.

Tomorrow you’re going on your date with Toji. You wonder how long it took him to realise that it’s Valentine’s Day. Thinking about it still makes you laugh. His little boy tried to warn him, the look on his face keeps making the apples of your cheeks swell.

Your nana has noticed the constant smile on your face, too. She’s been holding your wine hostage until you got a moment to yourselves. If there’s something about your nana, it’s that she loves to gossip. And she wants to know all the details on what’s got you so giddy.

“Where’s ‘Brina?” you ask, stepping out into the garden with a blanket around your shoulders.

The February air has a nasty bite in it. It hasn’t stopped you from wearing skimpy clothes, of course, but it’s hard to ignore when you’re sitting in the back garden for the sake of it. Your nana is all bundled up, too, though she gestures for you to throw a match in the firepit.

And you do, without hesitation.

You’d do anything for her.

“Work. Your mum is at work. Saphire and Danny are at the youth centre. Did you bring the wine glasses?” she asks. You hold them up with a cheeky smile, and she claps happily. “Good girl, now, spill.”

“Give me the wine, first.” you tell her. She hands it over and you twist off the lid with some struggle. But soon enough, you’re filling the two glasses with as much of the cherry-coloured liquid as they can hold.

You’ve been checking your phone non-stop since you gave your number away to Megumi. He must still be haggling with his dad. You wonder what he’d wanted in the first place. A new game or something, maybe.

You told him you aren’t cheap.

You thought it would be a good incentive to get his son what he wanted.

“He was so handsome. Looks closer to my age than yours, though. Should’ve give him my number instead.” your nana tells you as she reaches for her glass. You laugh but shake your head. “How old’s he, love?”

“Dunno, definitely closer to my age though, sorry nana.” you giggle. “I know nowt about him, I’ll find out tomorrow. He’s fit though, I know that much.”

“You sure he’s not married? He’s got a little boy, you might end up his step-mum.” she teases you, but you scoff at that.

“It’s one date, nana.” you roll your eyes.

You hadn’t really thought that far ahead. And why would you? Because it really is just one date. It’s just a bit of fun, and on Valentine’s Day at that. You’d expected to spend it alone, maybe doing something with your family, but you’ve actually bagged yourself a date.

You’re not meeting up with him to discuss marriage or adopting his son.

“I’ve got nowt to wear and I’m skint.” you tell her.

“Here,” she fishes her purse out of her basket and hands you £40. “Have a look at that market in the village, I’m sure there’s something nice. Saph said it’s a thrift shop.”

“I’d rather go into the city, nana. Not trusting Saph’s fashion sense.”

“You, Baby, are a gorgeous girl. You could make a bin bag look like vintage designer. Don’t waste money on a taxi into town, just have a look tomorrow.” she finishes her wine and shakes her glass, demanding a top up.

Just as you screw off the lid, you hear the doorbell ring. You both look at each other, suspicious as to who or what would be waiting for you at the door. Your eyes widen and a curious pout forms on your face as you walk back inside with your fist wrapped around the neck of the bottle you’re holding.

Your nana isn’t far behind, either.

You open the door slowly, peeping through the crack before you open it fully. Your heart is racing when you see Megumi outside, alone, an assortment of gifts in his hands.

“Hi Megumi! What are you doing here?” you smile.

“My dad wanted me to bring you this stuff.” he tells you, handing you a comically large stuffed bear and an expensive looking shopping bag. “’n he wants to know if you’ll be able to meet him at the bar tomorrow because he might be late.”

“Um, yeah, that’s fine. Tell him thank you for the presents.” you tell him as you take them from him. “Tell ‘im I’ll be there at 8ish. Wait where is he? Do you need someone to walk you home?”

“I’m twelve, not two.” he rolls his eyes. “He’s just up there anyway. Bye.”

You shut the door as you watch him walk up the stairs to The Attic nightclub, making sure he gets inside safely before looking through the shopping bag. You sit the giant bear down beside you on the couch before sitting down yourself.

“What a gent.” your nana comments. She starts looking through the bag while you read the card you retrieved from inside.

Was gonna give you these tomorrow, but didn’t think you’d wanna carry the bear around on our date. Happy Valentine’s, Baby. —Toji

“Baby, look at this.” your nana tells you, handing you a jewellery box.

You open it to see a necklace with your nickname inside. It looks expensive. It looks real. What kind of a man is Toji, anyway? This couldn’t have been easy to get his hands on in just a few days. A custom-made gold necklace for a woman he just met days earlier. You can’t believe what you’re looking at, it’s probably worth more than everything you own combined. More than your house. And he got it for you before you’ve even been on a date with him.

He's the type of man who can get his hands on something like this.

“What does he do, Baby?” she asks you, and you shrug.

“I was wondering that myself…” you mutter, pulling the bag closer to yourself to see a heart shaped box full of chocolates as well as a single red rose. Your favourites. “Liking him more and more by the minute, though.” you smirk.

--

In the end, you didn’t end up getting anything new to wear. Sapphire surprisingly picked out a dress from your wardrobe that you’d forgotten all about. Maybe her fashion sense isn’t God awful when she’s looking at someone else’s clothes.

Sabrina had been surprisingly quiet while you were getting ready. You’d expected her to give you an earful about being a slag again and not to stay out too late. But no, not a word. You snuck out before she could change her mind, though, only saying goodbye to your nana as you left.

Instantly, you were lost. You’d been so preoccupied with unpacking and doing housework under the command of your sister that you’d barely been out to get a feel for the place. The village is small, but it’s dark. You haven’t been to the bar you’d agreed to meet at, yet, so you had no idea where you were going.

You were embarrassed by how many times you had to stop and ask for directions on your way there. Though through your investigation you discovered that everyone refers to the bar as The Cats Tail, not that you knew why until you got there.

You hadn’t expected to find a lake in the middle of the village with docking leading in different directions. Your heels make the wood creak with each step you take as you decide where to go. There’s a pub in one direction, and a fairly large boat docked in the other. He’d said it was a bar, but maybe Toji actually meant to invite you to the pub. You turn to walk away, but stop when you see water begin to slosh around the boat as someone boards it. There are plants in the water that catch your eye.

Cattails.

You head towards the opposite side of the boat. And it’s only then that you see the bright party lights and loud music that you’d assumed were coming from the pub.

A few heads turn when you walk inside, but you pay them no mind. Instead, you look around for an empty table or at least a chair to sit in. You yelp as you feel a hand hold the small of your back.

“Did you just get here?” Toji asks, checking his watch. “I’ve been worried you’ve been waiting ages for me.”

“Got lost, didn’t I?” you smile. You look around and notice a visible change in the atmosphere, now. A few people getting up to move or sit on the decking outside. Toji seizes the opportunity to lead you to a table that has opened up. “What were you doing?” you wonder.

“Just work stuff.” he smiles, looking around casually.

You hadn’t noticed the dark diamond shaped scar stabbing through his lips until now. Your eyes almost flicker shut, but you smile instead before he turns around to signal one of the barmaids over.

“Dunno what makes you think you’re so special that you can’t get up and order like everyone else, love.” her voice has you looking up instantly. The fucking familiar and callous tone makes your skin chill. “What are you doing here?”

“Sabrina, are you joking? No wonder you haven’t been having a go at me all night, I didn’t know you were at work!” you raise your voice. “I didn’t know this is where you worked, either.”

“Yeah, well not all of us are getting gold necklaces handed out, are we?” she sighs, looking at your date with a suspicious glare. “You’re old enough to be her dad. What do you want wi’h her?”

“Can we just go somewhere else? She’s always rude like this, sorry. I didn’t—”

“Whatever you want, darlin’.” he nods in agreement. He smiles at your sister while she continues staring daggers at him. You don’t notice his smile fade to a look more sinister as you walk out from under your table and towards the exit. “I think I’d have been around ten if I was her dad, by the way. ‘m not that much older. Goodnight, Sabrina.”

He just laughs as you walk to the next destination; your repeated apologies are adorable. It’s not like it’s your fault your sister is a raging bitch. You both know that. But still, you’re embarrassed and you’re sorry. It isn’t exactly the best start to a date to have your sister show up and be rude.

You find yourself back where you started.

Your house.

You sigh, a little upset, that he seems to want to cut the date short. But instead of walking to your door, he leads you in the opposite direction. You’re climbing the stairs up to The Attic.

You haven’t been yet, but you’ve been excited to look inside. Every single penny you got when you lived in the city was saved up to waste at your favourite nightclub. Not that you ever made your own money, not with your mum subsidising your entire existence, much to your sister’s chagrin. But, still, getting away with the lifestyle that you’ve lived for so long is pretty impressive.

The lighting when you enter is almost blinding. Neon pink and red lights flood the interior, and you can only assume the colour choice is intentional. The music is pounding, and you can’t help but take it all in. It’s cosy, but perfect. You hadn’t imagined a place like this being in the centre of such a quaint village.

Your eyebrows scrunch up again when you notice everyone’s demeanour change as you look around. Especially the staff. Toji tucks your hair behind your ears, and talks over the music.

“What do you want to drink?” he asks.

“Don’t mind, nothing cheap.” you remind him.

He winks, leaning over the bar. “Champagne on ice, we’ll be over there.” Toji yells above the bass, pointing over to the VIP section of the club. His palm splays across the small of your back as he guides you there. “You look beautiful, by the way. I’m glad you liked the necklace.” he tells you.

You notice yourself fiddling with it around your neck when he mentions it. So you stop, smiling to affirm his claim. You’re not given a chance to say much as a man brings over a bucket of champagne and two flutes over for you.

Toji holds out his hand to the barman, and you’re a little taken aback when he hands him a large kitchen knife. Toji’s features narrow as he holds the bottle of champagne in his other hand. You watch him, carefully, as he skilfully uses the knife to pop the cork from the bottle. He nods at the barman who takes the knife away and leaves you alone again.

You carry on observing him as he pours two glasses out for each of you.

“Why’s everyone so scared of you?” you ask, crossing one leg over the other as he hands you your drink.

Your eyes don’t leave him for a second as he gets comfortable, his legs spread wide and his elbows rest on the back of the couch his body is resting into. A lazy smirk plays on his face, dark scar pulling deliciously as he suppresses the urge to chuckle.

“It’s respect, not fear.” he tells you, sniffing a little before he takes a swig of his drink. “Your sister isn’t scared of me. You’re not scared of me. Are ya, darlin’?”

“Why do they respect you? What do you do?” you smirk, ignoring his question completely. Your eyes move to his free hand, his finger rapidly drawing a circle up towards the ceiling as he takes another drink.

“I’m their boss, sweetheart. This is mine.” he informs you. “I own the garage behind the pub, too. And a few other places but—”

“You’re rich, then.” you smirk. “Good to know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Means I’m never paying for a date if you ask me out again.” you smile, and he laughs. “Why didn’t you text me, though? Did you not get Megumi what he wanted?”

“He’s a nightmare. He wanted a new game all of his friends have got. Wasn’t gonna get him it, but I did straight away so I could get your number. But he’s still not given me it, been trying to extort me for more stuff. So, you’ll have to give it to me tonight.” he shakes his head, disappointed in himself for getting hustled by a twelve-year-old.

“See how tonight goes, yeah?” you wink. “If the little man isn’t giving you it…”

“You’re both ganging up on me? Unbelievable.” he tuts, but snickers thinking about how happy Megumi looked with all of the power you gave him with just a phone number. “Really, though. Did you like your presents?”

“Oh, yeah. You really are romantic. Planning our first date on Valentine’s Day of all days and getting me presents. I didn’t get anything for you, by the way. I was half expecting you to cancel.”

“Pfft, me? You said it yourself, had it all planned out. Thought you’d think it was romantic if I invited you out tonight, knew exactly what I was doing.” he lies, seamlessly. But it’s so charming, you can’t help but giggle. You pout, shaking your head in disapproval before laughing again. “No, don’t believe me?”

“Not at all.” you grin. “This necklace, though. It’s gorgeous, thank you.”

“The pleasure’s mine. Suits you, Baby.” he bites his lower lip when he finishes speaking, leaning forward in his seat. “You still haven’t told me your real name. Does that mean you’ll let me call you Baby? Do you like me, princess?”

You shuffle in your seat, changing which leg is crossed over which as you think about what you want to say next. He leans back into his seat yet again, and your breath hitches as he curls his finger at you, beckoning you closer to him.

You’re obedient.

You walk closer to him, and he looks up at you with so much attentiveness in his eyes. There’s a shallow grunt in his throat as he legs widen, your eyes rake over his large frame and you know what he wants. But you won’t give it to him, not right away.

He licks his lips as you sit down beside him, angling his body to look at you head on. You lean in close to him, nose almost touching and lips grazing as you tease him. He growls when he tries to kiss you and you pull away too quickly for him. All you can do is smile, gleefully, angling your lips to whisper your birth name into his ear.

“Hm… that is a beautiful name. But I think I prefer Baby.” he smiles. “How’d you get the nickname?” he wonders, and it’s genuine. There’s no flirtation in his voice and his eyes appear concentrated.

“It was my nana’s favourite auntie’s name, ‘n apparently I’m her double. I’m my nana’s favourite grandkid, too.” you explain.

“Bet you’re a lot of people’s favourite,” he smirks. “Will you let me call you Baby, whenever I want?”

You toy with the thin gold chain around your neck, nodding gratefully as you show off the name attached to it. “If you’ve got more like this up your sleeve, you can call me whatever you want.”

His eyes light up at that, his head tilting slightly as his eyes drift from your glossy lips to your necklace. You feel your breathing get deeper as he brushes your hair softly, pushing it so that it falls delicately behind your back. You don’t say a word as he teases you, his index finger gently tracing across your collarbone and towards your jawline. He smirks at the little hiccup you emit as his thumb toys with that fat of your lower lip.

“You are a goddess among mortals, Baby.” he tells you, the words almost drowned by the volume of the pulsing bass. You hadn’t realised how close he is to you, now. His scarred lips almost touching yours as he worships you through words. Your eyes are barely open as he begins to tease you how you had teased him moments prior. “You really know you’re worth, don’t ya? You’re worth more than every penny scraped together on this fucking planet.”

“Toji,” you speak, though it’s barely there. He lifts you with ease across his lap until you’re straddling him, rough hands rest so carefully in the curve of your hips, your dress riding up as his legs slowly spread. “M-My dress.” you panic, looking behind you to see if anyone is paying attention.

“It’s pretty,” he comments, his eyes that had been so fixated on yours drop to your thighs. He can’t help the way his breathing turns primal as he watches the material begin to bunch up. “I’d tear this off with my fuckin’ teeth, if you let me.” he explains, looking up at you again with the eyes of a predator.

“I’d make you get me a new one.” you smile.

“I’d buy you a hundred fucking dresses,” he continues. His gentle touch becomes greedy as his fingers find the globes of your ass and squeeze without care. You don’t even know when you’d began to roll your hips, you only realise as his jaw slowly falls open and his stare becomes heavy. “I know girls like you. But you’re so different, I can tell. You’re entitled to the fucking world and I wanna give it to ya.”

“Girls like me? What am I like, Toji?” you wonder, your movements slow as you prepare to be offended without any real right to be. He’s probably right, after all.

He bounces his legs until you fall forward, your lips ghost each other’s and you melt in his hold as you feel his teeth begin to tug at your jutting lower pout.

“You like money but you don’t wanna earn it,” he chuckles. “You like power but you don’t wanna work for it.”

“Yeah,” you smile, unable to disagree as you feel his bulge rut against your clothed cunt.

You succumb to your basic instincts as you slot your lips against his. Your public display is no doubt catching the attention of the other patrons, but you don’t care to be considerate anymore. You moan as his tongue finds yours and licks invasively. The bottom of your dress is almost around your waist, but you pull away before everyone can see your ass or the racy black though you’d opted to wear. You keen as you see your lips connected by a string of spit, but it breaks as he helps pull your dress back in place to preserve what’s left of your modesty.

“I wasn’t put on this planet to work hard, Toji,” you start. “I’m here to be gorgeous and find a man to do it for me.” you explain. He laughs loudly, at that, cupping your face to kiss you again. It’s softer, though, almost leaving you more breathless than the first.

“You are gorgeous, Baby, you ain’t wrong about that.” he affirms. “I wanna take you out again. I want to spoil you and treat you like a man never has before. Because I can give you exactly what you’re looking for.”

You smile, leaning in to kiss him again. Keeping control of yourself is a gargantuan task, he’s riled you up enough to want to jump him right here in front of everyone. But you manage to stop yourself from getting arrested for indecent exposure as you come back down to earth.

He is exactly what you’ve wanted your whole life.

A rich man to take care of you. A man to work hard and pay the bills while you do what you want whenever you want forever. It’s a dream. It’s got to be a dream. You’ve just met, it’s your first day. You’re sure he’s just telling you what you want to hear to get you into bed.

It’s a poisoned apple, so perfect and shiny. So red and juicy. You think it might just be worth the risk of a tragic ending.

“What’s the catch, Toji?” you wonder.

“None.” he assures you, though you still aren’t convinced. “I like you, Baby. Very much. I like that attitude of yours… I love how beautiful you are… Those lips of yours have got me achin’ over here.” he smirks.

“I don’t trust ya.” you admit, unable to contain your laughter. “Think it’s your eyes, very villainous. Same with this,” you tell him, gently caressing his scar with your thumb. “There’s just somethin’ not right about you. Practically proposin’ to me over here.”

He chuckles again but shakes his head. “Awe you’d be a perfect little wife f’me…” he says dreamily, his thumbs rubbing circles into your rear as he talks. “I’m just sayin’, I’d love to keep taking you out. I want to get to know you more. But ‘m just lettin’ you know that I can provide the life you want. Want it to be real though. If you aren’t feelin’ me or I’m not feelin’ you, we can just be friends. Yeah?”

“Oh you’re not feelin’ me now?” you ask, your voice playful and laced with laughter as he continues to tease and tickle your skin.

“I’m sure about you, but wouldn’t hurt to get to know you more. Especially for Megumi’s sake.” he reminds you. How could you forget that’s he’s a certified dilf? “That’s what dating’s for. The moment I set eyes on you, I knew I wanted to fuck. The dates are to find out if we’re gonna do anything other than that.”

“You just assumed we were gonna fuck tonight? ‘Cause you bought me some presents and said I’m gorgeous?”

“No, we could have just had some drinks and talked all night and I’d walk you home. But instead, you’re dry humping my hard-on and I can feel how wet you are.” he tells you, his voice and his stare are so serious it almost scares you. Not enough to stop, though. Not enough to push him away as he pulls you closer so that he can whisper in your ear. “So what I think is gonna happen, is that we’re gonna go to my office and fuck each other stupid over my desk. We can right now, or we can have a few drinks and keep talkin’ first.”

“I—”

“Mmm, you can come back to my place after we’re done so we can fuck again in the morning, or I can walk you home and we can plan our next date.” he continues, the confidence he’s exuding makes your heart race.

The depth of his voice has you soaking your panties more than you had thought possible, you can barely hear yourself think as you digest everything he’s said. But you can’t stop waiting with bated breath to hear what he’ll say next. It’s hypnotising, it’s addicting. Hearing that low, deep, drawl tell you exactly how he thinks the night will play out.

“Or maybe I’m wrong. Would you rather just sit and talk all night? I’ll be a perfect gentleman and get you home safe.” he smirks. “If I’ve offended you though, Baby… let me know. I’d be happy to walk you home and pretend none of this ever happened.”

“… Office. Now.” you tell him. He smirks and lifts you up as he stands, setting you down beside him. It dawns on you again how much taller he is than you, you’d been taller than him this whole time, you’d forgotten what a titan of a man he is. “Bring the bottle, too. I’ll stop at yours tonight if you can actually make me cum.” you tell him, picking up your glass as you sashay away from him in search of the office.

He picks up the bottle of champagne as well as his own glass before pulling a member of his staff to warn him that he is not to be disturbed for the rest of the evening.

His muscular presence is unmistakable as he catches up to you, eager to show you the way to his office. He’s right, you love the power that comes along with him. His large frame and the way everyone genuinely respects, and maybe even fears him, makes you giddy. You feel safe and secure by his side, and there’s nothing you’ve ever wanted more.

The office space is lavish, yet dark. The only light is bleeding in from the neon painting the dance floor as it bleeds in between the blinds. You look around despite seeing very little, your attention only breaking at the sound of the door locking.

“Still gonna fuck me here?” you ask, tapping your press on nails against the hardwood desk. He nods, closing the distance between you both without breaking eye contacting.

You gasp as he knocks everything from the desk, papers fly and objects clatter before you’re seamlessly lifted onto the desk. His lips attach to your skin in a frenzy of kisses as he places himself between your thighs, you hook your legs onto his hips as you allow yourself to truly sink into the pleasure of being with him.

He takes a firm grasp of your jaw as he makes out with you messily, tongues tangle and entwine all while you hum into his mouth. You panic and grab at the edge of the desk as he pulls you away from it, forcing you to stand up once again. Your knees almost knock together as he whispers in your ear.

“Turn around.”

You’re given barely enough room to breathe but manage to do as he asks. His lips find the nape of your neck before pearly white teeth meet the zipper of your dress. You can hardly believe what you’re seeing as he drops to his knees and yanks at the black material clinging to your body for dear life. You help him, though, more eager than ever to see what he’s capable of.

“Bend over for me.” he orders, spanking you for good measure.

Deft fingers hook into the waistband of your panties and pull down slowly. You shudder as the cold air hits your sodden flesh, all the while you’re none the wiser to his beguiled expression as he admires your most intimate skin.

He massages your ass as he spreads you open, moaning unashamedly as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. He’s mesmerised by the way your pretty pearl throbs with desperation, a desire to be played with.

“Fuck!” you gasp, feeling him bury his face between your folds from behind and go to town on your cunt. The way he’s slurps and devours your slippery slick makes you flush with heat. It’s humiliating but you’re too stimulated to feel it. He’s no better, leaking in his underwear like he hasn’t gotten laid in a lifetime.

You manage to reach behind you and lace your fingers through his hair as he wraps his lips around your clit, suckling like his life depends on it. Your legs are ready to give way when he licks along your slit to find your hole, tongue fucking you passionately before he replaces the sensation with two fingers.

“Ah! G-God, Toji! T-There! Right there!” you all but scream as he digs deeper and deeper to find the squishy spot buried in your cunt.

Without halting, he forces you to lift a leg on the desk to help him discover an entirely new angle. The combination of his tongue and fingers has you building up to fast approaching peak. Skin wrapped around your knuckles turns taut as you grip for dear life onto the lip of the desk, eyes cross each other as you begin your free fall into pleasure.

His deliverance doesn’t cease as he aims to wring the life out of your high and help you experience every ounce of heaven you can attain through him. You moan boisterously, screaming his name like a mantra and more thankful than ever that your ecstasy is muted in comparison to the music.

“Oh my God.” you breathe, starting to come down from the high. You feel him softly kiss your clit before littering your ass in kisses, rising slowly to angle your face backward enough to kiss you sloppily. “No one’s ever made me cum that hard before.” you confess, earning yourself another kiss from him.

His slick coated fingers find their way into your mouth and you accept it gratefully, humming around his digits as he undoes his belt and zipper with one hand. There’s a low rumble lingering in his breathing, hard breaths exposing a primal growl as he finally frees himself.

“And I’m not even done with you yet.” he explains.

He smears his dripping cockhead across your skin, the heavy mushroom tip immediately gives you a sense of foreboding as you wonder how he will possibly fit that inside of your tiny cunt.

“Already made you cum, so you’re staying the night at mine. Right?” he asks, slowly prodding at your entrance. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth so that you can answer, but his eyes fixate on the way your pussy is both trying to suck him in and keep him at bay. “I wanna cum inside, sweetheart. Are ya gonna let daddy fill you up?”

You find yourself nodding without really hearing him. And with that, he pushes inside of you with patience and care. It’s a beautiful sight to see how your pussy splits open to accommodate him, it’s almost enough to make him blow his load.

“You’re shakin’, darlin’.” he tells you, smoothing over your skin as he tries to soothe you. “Have you never been fucked properly, hm? Or is daddy’s cock too big for ya?”

“B-Both.” you admit, his low chuckle makes you clench around him like he belongs inside of you. You’ll never get fucked like this again, you’re sure of it. You just moved here, how did you get so lucky?

“Don’t usually fuck with older guys, huh?”

“S-Sometimes,” you respond. He yanks your body upright so that your back is flush against his chest. You tilt your head away from him so that he can kiss your neck, your fingertips rest uselessly on the desk as you try to keep yourself stable. “H-Harder. Daddy harder.” you request.

He fucks into you relentlessly, spurred on by the sounds of gorgeous moans falling from between your lips. You’re clenching around him again like a vice, he’s sure you’re close yet again. And he’s eager to feel how hard you’ll choke his cock when you finish around him.

He lifts your leg up, holding it in his hooked arm as he rails you mercilessly. You’re louder, now, encouraging him to fuck you harder and harder. Deeper and fucking deeper. It’s brutal. You don’t think your heart has ever beat so fast and you sure as shit haven’t been pounded like this in your entire life.

“Your cunt is so wet. Kitty’s fuckin’ purring for me.” he tells you, the heat of embarrassment surges through you once more. You think you might actually pass out if something doesn’t give. But instead of slowing down, he’s only spurred on to toy with you more.

He quickly swipes three fingers over your swollen clit. Your head lolls back onto his shoulder as you succumb to the pleasure pulsing through you yet again.

“Want you to make a mess for me, Baby.” he tells you, his voice beginning to break and waver as he climbs a mountain of his own bliss. “Want you to let go and cum with me, I’m gonna breed this little pussy and make you cum all over me. Go on, princess. Cum.”

You don’t even know what he’s talking about until you’re overcome with an urge to piss.

“T-Toji!” you panic. You want to tell him to stop as you look down, not wanting to pee all over your dress before you leave. But instead, you’re enraptured by the sight of your stomach. “Fuck, Toji, I s-see you.” you tell him.

He rests his chin in the crook of your neck, enthralled by the vision of his cock making your stomach bulge.

“Would you look at that? No wonder you’re gonna squirt for me. C’mon, Baby. Show me how a good girl cums for daddy,” he presses down on your stomach as he finishes speaking, and it’s enough to make you unravel.

The urge to pee subsides as your cunt begins to gush clear liquid like a waterfall. You had no idea you were capable of squirting or that it was even real. You’d always figured it was just a porn thing.

But here you are, doing it without even trying with him.

Because of him.

“Ohhhh there she is,” he coos, rubbing his fingers over your clit again to ride out your orgasm and make an even bigger mess than you were already. “Pretty pussy, daddy’s pretty pussy.” he groans, fucking you harder to get himself off.

He squeezes every inch of your body, using you like a fucktoy in a bid to chase his own high. “’m cummin’ fuck.” he grunts, thrusts becoming stronger as he fucks his cum deep into your womb. You both pant as he collapses forwards on top of you, your body sandwiched between his and the desk.

And still, he continues to rut his hips deeply into you, making sure every last drop is milked into your gorgeous cunt.

His new addiction.

He kisses your skin sweetly in contrast to the brutal fucking you’ve just received. You can’t help but look at him with love in your eyes, though, thankful that you’ve ever gotten to experience how truly incredible sex could be.

You want him again.

You want him bad.

You want him forever.

He moves away from you, stumbling backwards as he pulls his trousers back up, buckling his belt and fastening his zipper. He smirks as he watches you struggle to stand upright, not wanting his cum to dribble down your legs as you find your panties and put your dress back on.

You turn around slowly, watching as he gets closer to you and sits you down on the desk.

“Wanna see,” he tells you, forcing your legs apart until your pussy opens. He keeps you on the edge of the desk so he can watch his cum ooze out and drip down on the floor.

There’s so much, thick, copious amounts of cream that are bound to have gotten you pregnant if you weren’t on birth control. It’s potent and warm and felt like an injection of love when you felt it pumping inside of you. And now it’s slipping away, becoming a stain on the floor of his office.

As less trickles out of you, he finds your dress and helps you into it.

“You’re not getting’ these back.” he smirks as he twirls your panties on his finger before pocketing them. “Daddy’s little keepsake, yeah?”

You bite your lip and nod, standing back on the ground and avoiding the splotches of cum decorating the floor and the paperwork he’d discarded earlier. You reach up to cup his face with one hand, kissing him passionately before pulling away.

“Then you better buy me some more.” you whisper.

“Whatever you want.” he winks. “We’re doing that again when you come over, but let’s finish the champagne first.”

You can definitely think of worse ways to spend Valentine's Day.

© 2024 rinhaler

[lucifervchatse]

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐙 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | tōji fushiguro

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Everyone knows you are Toji's favorite stripper. So, it's no surprise that he'd want to have you to himself for a night at the V.I.P. section, not that you're complaining.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x stripper fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - sex at a public place; strip club V.I.P. room - kissing/making out - oral (m! + f! receiving) - ball massaging + sucking + heavy depiction of a blowjob - slight anal fingering (f! receiving) - orgasm denial - impact play (spanking + f! receiving) - sir kink - reverse oral + backshots positions - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - pet names (angel, baby, good girl, mama, sweetheart, sweetie) - cameos: Miguel, Mei Mei and Ino (stripper, manager and DJ) - mentions of spit/saliva.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.6k

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: yesssss, finally, a piece for toji !! this was based on a request/scenario that had me thinking about this prompt a lot afterward, so I'm glad I got the time to go more into the story with this c: enjoyyyy !!

“Toji! Back here like you said?”

“Yup, just as promised. It’s Saturday, after all.” 

“Mmm, I see. Right this way, please; Lady Mei is waiting for you right there..” 

Tonight is Saturday night, the middle of the weekend. How Toji spends his weekends comes and goes, depending on how much cash his pockets are willing to withdraw. Luckily, his stacks are ready for whatever this night has in store for him. And since he’s walking down in a strip club right now, you can guess he’s prepared for something grand. 

Saturdays tend to be one of the busiest nights – if not Fridays. The vibrating bass from the speakers could be felt in his bones, music getting people bumping and grinding by the DJ booth. Crowds swarm the bar to grab their drinks – and perhaps flirt with the bartender – as the special menus catch their eyes. And, of course, the wolf whistles and exclaimed shouts of men and women fill the open area where the dancers give the clients a night of promised fun.

Toji’s guided by one of the male strippers to the back of the club that transitions to the upstairs. By the stairwell, he sees a woman with silverish, pale-blue braided hair, wearing a white cold-shoulder blouse and a long black pencil skirt that emphasizes her hips nicely. Lilac eyes flicker in his direction, and her red lips curl into a smile. 

“Thank you, Miguel.” Mei Mei greets and dismisses the male entertainer in the same breath, watching him bow and return to his business, leaving the woman with Toji. “Well, well, well. I’m sure you’ve been waiting for this moment all day.”

“Ever since ya called me this morning, Lady Mei.” The older man refers to her by her business name with a smirk and a tilt of his head. “So, they’re on board?”

She nods. “That would be the reason I gave you the call, no? The money you brought goes straight to them after this, and they said there’s no need to tip them extra.”

He snickers. “That I can’t promise; I always gotta tip my favorite girl for their service. They treat me right, and I do the same.” 

“Good service means good tips, Mr. Fushiguro. Please, follow me; they’re waiting for you.” 

As far as clubs go, this one was undoubtedly one of Toji’s spots to come to. Here, he can trust that he can have a good time and get his money’s worth with every visit. Good drinks from the bar from that Nanami guy; that rookie DJ, Ino, who likes to humor the older man whenever he’s off his set; and all the entertainers who know of Toji from his frequent visits, all good people that ensure he’s relaxed and welcomed, whether it be service from them or chit-chat on the side between sessions.

But let’s not beat around the bush here; Toji won’t lie and say he doesn’t have favorites — or else why would he be here? There had to be a reason this bulky man comes back for more, and having him known as a loyal customer by the staff of this place and their clients. 

The reason is that out of all the people here, Toji does have a favorite. This favored person is who’s making this man willingly follow the manager up the stairs and walk through the hallway. Only those worth his respect and time could have him do that.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been up here, so let me re-specify,” Mei Mei speaks, ignoring the faint howls of men and women from behind the doors they walk past. “This is V.I.P., meaning people pay extra just to have the room to themselves and my dancers. The rules downstairs apply upstairs…Well, except for today with—“

“Me and them, right?” See? He's listening.

Mei Mei hums. “You two are scheduled for two hours. Food and drinks can be brought up here, but absolutely no messes whatsoever. I don’t care what you two do in there — all I ask is that you two clean up after yourselves.” She stops at the last door of the hallway on the right. “And as for you, since no one is up here to get in the way of you two, no breaking stuff. You break it, you pay for it.” She pauses when he nods. 

“I won’t.” Forest green eyes stay on her as a dark brow rises.

“Especially on my girl tonight.” Lavender orbs narrow faintly. “I don’t want to see so much as a scratch on them. Otherwise, your account won’t be the only thing I’ll have dropped in the negatives. Am I clear?”

“Crystal. Not doin’ anything they don’t wanna do.”

A curt nod to his response, extending her hand out to him. “Their cash?”

Without hesitation, Toji slings the bag he carried on his shoulder to hand to the manager. She holds and unzips it to check the contents, and the smile on her face gets bigger before she peers back at him. 

“Enjoy yourself, Mr. Fushiguro,” she zips the bag and excuses herself before placing a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be too rough.” Toji eyes at her slender fingers sliding away, and the clack of her heels drew further and further away, clicking on the stairs to join the lively bunch down below.

Toji’s eyes examine the door before him but can’t seem to fight the sneer molding into his face. He cracks his knuckle and neck before taking a moment to himself for a deep breath. There’s something in this room that ignites his excitement before it can skyrocket, and it gets a little difficult to contain it once he turns the doorknob.

The V.I.P. rooms are all set up the same: to his right was a single booth seat from one side of the room to the other, a circle table centered by the furniture. The ceiling lights can be dimmed or dialed up, but the ones here were dimmed to a warm glow, which was pleasing and subtly set the mood with the soft white LED lights behind the booth. And the temperature felt just right, prompting the older man to remove his jacket.  

Although he appreciates the change of atmosphere, Toji doesn’t mind what mood the room is set in — because he didn’t come here for that. He came for whatever caught his attention the moment he walked in. The smirk on his face brought the scar on the right side of his lips upright. 

To his right stood a mini stage where a silver pole comes from the center to the top of the ceiling; the light from the mounted full-length mirror on the wall casts a silhouette of something slinging around the pole. Or better yet, on someone. Alas, the person he’s longed to see this entire night is before him. Y/n, Toji’s favorite stripper, was in his sights.

You maneuver around the pole and drift your limbs through the air. Elegant motions perceived by Toji alone, daring not to say anything until you noticed him. And when you do, your eyes lock in on him, and your lips twinge into a smile. Fate was sealed, and the evening for you two had finally begun.

“Toji,” he loved how you said his name. You skillfully transition from a recliner move to a pole sit. “You made it; worried you’d have cold feet on me.”

“And miss seeing you tonight?” He strides in your direction before throwing his jacket to the booth seat, his feet stopping at the steps of your stage. He takes this chance to observe what you picked to wear tonight, elated knowing that you chose one of his favorite looks. “Not a chance.”

Your makeup was the first thing that caught his eye; pink and blue eyeshadow blended perfectly well and compliment your skin, aided with glossy lipstick that entices him. There were rhinestones added at the corner and lids of your eyes, making them shine more with the lighting. Since it’s just the two of you tonight, you opted to show more skin than usual. You wore a white, long-sleeved mesh shirt that had your chest area open, exposing the black laced bra that hugged your breasts nicely. White fishnet pantyhose that comes to your upper thigh, gartered to your lacy, black underwear. And to complete the look, transparent ultra-high heels. You were dolled up — just for him.

Your smile broadens — the brightest thing in the room to him. “That’s so sweet. Please take a seat and let me warm things up, okay?” And you continue back with your routine, swinging on the pole in the ballerina move. Your movements were effortlessly beautiful. Captivating to watch you operate your body around the item and your hand gracefully float around the air as you swing.

But then you come to a stop, finding that Toji is now on the stage and taking your hand in his. Emerald eyes instantly capture yours as his fingers intertwine with yours.

“No need to warm up,” he says in a low tone, as if the music around the room wasn’t already lowered enough for you two to speak normally. His face inches closer to yours, and your breathing becomes slow. “I’ve been waitin’ for this all night.”

His abrupt change was kind of shocking as he’s never one to switch up your procedure. But you don’t take it to heart because you understand, offering him a small smile before your eyes drift to his lips coming to yours. “Impatient much, huh?”

“That’s what happens when ya spoil me all the time,” he jests before a hand comes to your cheek, bringing his lips to yours for an awaited kiss. 

You two kiss with slow pecks, waiting for someone to make the first move. And Toji’s the one to do it, licking your bottom lip and playfully nibbling it. You titter faintly, opening your mouth to permit him to insert his tongue inside and play with yours. And you moan to him when he sucks and teases yours with his teeth.

Toji’s hand on your cheek goes to the back of your neck, wanting to keep the kiss in contact. And you follow suit, carefully placing your hands on his shoulders one by one from the pole. To hope you don’t fall, his other hand comes to your back for assistance. Yet your legs are still tightly wrapped around the metal pole. 

He breaks the kiss to see for himself, chortling at the display. And you beam at him, using your finger to drag his raven bangs along his forehead. “Spoiling you, huh?” You inquire, kissing his nose. “With how this night is set up, we’ll have to see who’s treating who.” 

He liked the sound of that. “Two hours to make it count, then.”

You wink. “Two hours.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“—Mmph…! Hoohh, fuck, that tongue…keep swirlin’ like that…”

“Nnmm…enjoying yourself there?” 

“Heh, keep teasing’ me like that, and we’ll see what happens, Y/n…Hmmm…”

Toji sits on the booth seat with his denim-clad legs spread out for you to crouch in between. Your hand snakes inside his shirt; the dent of his abs is sensed by your fingertips. And the free one is gliding up and down the exposed erection that’s out for your very eyes to see. 

Oh, fuck, this was a sight to see: crouching in front of your favorite client, having his cock in your very grasp. The limb is so big and girthy that it drives you crazy just marveling at it, and the twitch of your chasm below refuses to calm down. Every slow pump urges a bit of precum to slip out the urethra, and you gasp faintly at the contact of the substance staining your pretty nails. Shit, from his veins to the delicious tip, it’s been so long since you’ve seen a dick this oddly gorgeous. 

Hell, it’s been a long while since you’ve given head. And, holy fuck, it felt too good doing it right now — especially with a dick as mouthwatering as Toji’s. You started with slow licks to the cockhead and kisses to the frenulum, evoking hushed grunts from the older man; sounds you love entering your eardrums, pushing you to want more. Slow laps gradually lose to adventurous curiosity as you take in every inch of his length til the hilt meets your lips, humming at the sensation of him filling your throat. 

You suck on his shaft with glee, swirling your tongue on the underside with every bob to the mouth. And your hand still moves to please him, your fingers eventually finding his balls to give them a knead. A hiss leaves scarred lips, and he grabs for the top of your head. Oh, he’s definitely loving this. 

“Hshhh, shiiit, just like that, baby,” the pet name makes you mewl; he said it so hot. “Fuuuck, y’re so good.”

“Mmmm…Phuaa!” You release his girth from your lips, attacking the sensitive head with teasing licks, rubbing the limb on your face while placing chaste kisses. God, he loved how beautifully dirty you were being. “Hnnmm, yo’ thwink so…?”

Talking with your mouth full results in a laugh from Toji. “Fuck yeah; barely hangin’ on right now…Oh shit,” he shouldn’t have said that because you kiss his shaft down to his balls, sucking one into your mouth to have the man almost choke on his spit. “Hmng…!! Oh, shit, shit, I’m gonna cum, mama. Take me back in, Y/n—Ahhh!”

No can do! Because you immediately remove yourself from him, standing on your toys and walking backward. Observing the genuine staggered expression on Toji has you giggling, making him sneer in return. “You fuckin’ tease.”

“Come on now; you gotta do your part as well, you know.” You turn to crawl atop the stage, your hands on the pole while swaying your ass to the side. You know he’s watching, feeling his green eyes boring holes into your being. Knowing you’re being desired like this turns you on even more. 

Toji wastes no time, marching towards your ass with a hungry grin. Rough fingers come to your underwear, bringing it down with ease, biting his lip at the wet display of your cunt. “Oh, aren’t you a pretty thing, huh.” 

You titter, shivers crawling up your spine when his thumbs spread your folds to expose your bare vagina. You grab hold of the pole for preparation. “Please be delicate with me.”

He blows on your cunt, and you take a sharp breath. “After that lil’ stunt of y’rs a few seconds ago? You better hold on to that thing tight.” Toji gives your wetness a tantalizingly slow lick, taking in every shudder of your body. “Hnnm, taste good…” 

His hands find your waist and then stuffs his face to your ass, his lips and tongue going to work and sucking in your liquids. You cry out, gripping the pole as soon as you feel a flick to your clit. Your eyes instinctively shut, and your arch elates to bring your butt closer to him. 

Toji’s strong hold on you aids him in making sure you don’t get away from him; your soapy slit is right where he wants it, and he doesn’t plan on letting go. His tongue hurries through your labia, and your essence coats his tastebuds. You moan out loud at the feeling of the muscle pushing to the entrance, your hips jerking with his nose bumping close to your taint. 

“Ahaaa, ohh Jesus, yesss,” your words come out in pretty wails. “Yess, Toji, ‘eel so good…”

He hears and gives you another taunting lick from your clit to the vagina. This time, he notes your ass jolt when he comes close to your asshole. And he can’t fight his mischievous soul, bringing his tongue ever so slowly to it for you to gasp and realize what he’s doing.

“W–Wait, no, Tojiii!” You whine. Fuck, you sounded so cute. “Not there, please…!”

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” He brings a thumb to lather it with spit before pressing it to your anus. The choked sob erupting from you has him tingle, pushing the digit further in. “Don’t want me playin’ with this?”

“—Hnnff! Noooo, stop, that’s—Mmmm!” Goddamn, how could someone look so good while whining like this? Oh, he could never get enough of you before. Now, this little infatuation for you could dwell into an obsession if you keep batting your hooded eyes at him like that. “That's dirty…!” 

He shakes his head with a prurient leer and trenched brows. “Don’t worry, angel; I like dirty.” You gulped. That’s not what I meant! “Be dirty fr’ me, ‘kay? Wanna see it all...” Toji brings his face back to your southern lips, sucking and licking in an excitable fashion that has you trying so hard not to scream (even if the walls are supposedly soundproof). 

It’s here that you give up and have your face meet the floor of the stage, sinking into the feeling of Toji ravishing your cunt to feast on your come entirely. You can shake and try to move your hips all you want, but it won’t work; Toji will instantly shut you down and shove his mouth right back to your folds. And with his thumb scraping the walls of your tight asshole, chewing your lips does nothing to suppress the haze. 

“Hohhh, hnmm, oh my God, Ohhh…!” A hand finds its way to Toji’s wrist, holding onto it to prepare for what’s bound to happen. “Haaah, I’m about to cum…Please, like that, keep going…Oooo!!”

Nope. He doesn’t let you off the hook, withdrawing his face and thumb away from you, and the climb of your promised orgasm dissipates in seconds. You turn to him with an albeit hurt expression, expectedly being met with a smug look on his handsome face. “Hahhh, so mean…”

“Oh, I know y’re not talking, sweetheart.” Toji removes and discards your underwear somewhere across the room, giving your bare ass a playful smack to which you faux cry in pain with laughs. He then picks you up bridal style and walks you back to the couch, your face gently placed on the furniture with your buttocks up in front of him. He brings the tip of his cock to kiss your labia. “Ya ready?” You nod to him hurriedly with bitten lips of glee. All he wants to do is grab you by the chin and kiss the hell out of you. “Nice and slow fr’ ya, sweetie.” 

Your breath hitches at Toji’s glans being pushed into you, using your slick and his saliva to lubricate himself for easy access. Your hands grip the booth seat with every push of him, and you gasp loudly at the insertion of his tip. The subtle pain declined in mere seconds before being raptured by the sensation of his girth stretching you. Your body quakes by the time his pelvis meets the flesh of your ass, unable to contain the pants of air leaving your lips.

Toji moves his hips tremendously slowly, making you feel every bit of him. Holy shit, it’s been a while having a living, breathing dick inside you. The indistinct dents grazing your entrance with every push and pull, the veins scraping along your inner walls ever feels so fucking good, and his tip jabbing so deep inside you. Jesus Christ, you can’t blame your slit clamping onto him; he feels so good!

“Hmm? Ya like that, baby?”And Toji can tell, grinding his hips, stimulating a shaky howl. “Y’re grippin’ on me like crazy.”

“Ahhaaa, fuhuuuck, you feel so good, Toji,” you hum, gnawing on your lips as his pace goes faster by the second. Yes, yes! “Ohhhh, ’m so full…!”

He comes down to lick on the helix of your ear. His voice being so close to you has you clamping onto him harder. “Fuuck, that grip…Just stay like this fr’ me, all nice and pretty. Can ya do that?”

“Yesss, sir.” 

Oh, that title sparked something within him. The snicker to your ear had you swooned. “Keep callin’ me that.”

You giggle softly. “Of course, sir—Rrryahhh!!” He didn’t warn you when he started bucking his hips unexpectedly. 

Strokes to your cunt became quick, the sensation of him becoming rushed for your senses to comprehend after each thrust. The sounds of skin smacking against each other fill the space between you, and the heat transferring from your warm bodies is given in quick exchanges.

It doesn’t take long for your head to be thrown into a daze, your eyes shot up to the stars with every jab to your sensitive spots. Restraint is held by a thread, finding it strenuous to keep your voice down to a respectable volume. Your fingernails leave crescents on the booth seat beneath you as Toji drives his length into you. 

“—Ohhh! Fuuuu, oh shit, Tojiii, slow d—Owwhhn!!” He slaps your ass, an action you couldn’t foretell, and prevent a shriek from leaving your mouth. 

“Not ‘Toji’ right now,” he corrects you, grinding his pelvis again to scrape your walls to the point of wails. Gripping your ass like a toy, “What do you call me?”

“Mmmph!! I’m sorry, sir; forgive me…!” Another smack and the pain stings the skin to the point your eyes water. 

“Good girl,” he’s satisfied, coming down to place kisses on your shoulder and travel down your back. 

Toji straightens at the sight before him, taking in every detail of the situation. Having his favorite stripper be a whimpering mess for him: your mouth agape for cute sounds to fly out, the motion of your ass cheeks bouncing with every rut of him, and his dick digging into your alluring body. Fuck, if only he could take a picture of this. But thankfully, he still has another hour and a half to go — an hour and a half to indulge himself more with you. He paid good money for this, so he’ll make it worth every cent.

“Hey, mama,” he comes down to cup your face with his right hand, bringing you in for a hot kiss. You happily reciprocate, allowing him access and sucking his tongue with a mewl.

The kiss has him drink your high-pitched huffs while his tempo increases to an irregular speed. Your eyes screwed shut at the pacing; the feeling of his girth filling you so much is fucking crazy. Your head begins to pound with the heat that spreads across your face, and your brain gradually churns to mush as you can sense the climb of your climax. 

“—Shhhiiit, oh shiit!!” You pule with the trembles crawling up to your shoulders, a tiny streak of drool coming down from the corner of your lips. “F–Fhhh, I’m gonna cum, sir! Please, let me cummm…!”

“Hhhck!! Fuck, me too,” he confesses in between kisses. “Lemme finish here...” Toji sneaks a hand down to your lower region, his forefinger grazing your clitoris that was left unattended throughout this time. Until now. “Cum on me, angel. Let loose…”

The rough pads of his fingers swipe on your clit; your eyes widen at the action and force you to break the kiss. Your moans come out from his swipes and pinches on your delicate bud, and the growth of your orgasm ascends tenfold. Oh fuck, it’s coming, I’m— “Ohh–Ohoooo!!”

And then it hits you; the walls of your cunt clamp around Toji tightly, making the older man groan at the fluttering contraction. So engulfed with how good you feel that it prompts him to spill his load into you. But he doesn’t stop jerking his hips, smacking his cock into your sensitive chasm until he knows every drop of his ejaculation is pumped deep inside you. 

Toji brings his body down to your heaving one, your breathing synced with his as you two let your pleasurable highs subside. When things feel as though they’ve calmed down, he’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck and place kisses while rubbing your ass. You hum to his touch, deep exhales seeping through your nostrils.

“Mmmm, that was good,” he says to your skin before lifting his face to examine you properly, removing his length from your cunt and watching the trail of his come ooze out. “Heh, fuck that’s crazy…Ready for another round, sweetheart?”

Of course, you laugh at that. “Well, sir, if you’d like to go again, please be sure to use the condoms this time. I wouldn’t like Mei Mei to come here and murder us for not cleaning after ourselves.”

He lifts a brow. “Condoms?”

You point with your chin to the table at the booth center, noting the silver tray that displayed items for this occasion. Towels, water bottles, and, of course, packets of rubbers that were meant to be used. 

Toji blinks, and then a fit of laughter bubbles inside him. “Well, now I know. But I don’t see the point since I already fucked you raw. Already spoiled the fun for ya.”

You shrug with a smile, standing up to grab the towel to wipe yourself. “Boss’ orders.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he obliges with a kiss on your cheek before he shifts to lie on the couch. He discards his jeans and drawls, spreading his strong legs to showcase his member standing strong. He pats on his thigh, “Get y’r cute ass over here.”

You beam at him, grabbing for a wrapper and tearing it up to release a condom. “Yes, sir~.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“And so? You two cleaned up everything?”

“Yup, made sure it was all clean and neat the way it was before.”

“Good. Because I had a meeting in that room this morning, and neither my client nor I would like to have the smell of sex fill our conversation. Or seeing a condom wrapper on the floor.” 

“Hehe, well, I hoped you checked under the seats. He’d probably be sneaky enough to kick at least one down there.”

“Oh, you’re such a little…” Your manager doesn’t finish that sentence and hits you on the head with a makeup brush, resulting in a strong laugh from you.

Tonight was the following night after that event. You’re now in the dressing room, adding finishing touches to your make-up before you can go out to perform for the last day of the weekend. Mei Mei was with you, helping you fix yourself since she likes to help her performers feel at the top of their game. Also, as your friend, she wanted to hear the details of what transpired last night. 

“That man, I swear…” She says while looking at you through the vanity mirror, surveying your last touches to your brows and eyelids. “I knew he was whipped for you since the first time you danced for him. Now that you two finally did the deed, I can only imagine how much he’d do for you…Ugh, I’ll need to hire security specifically for him.”

The remark has you laughing some more. “Oh, stop it. I’m sure he knows better than to flip this place down.”

“Hmmm, you sure about that?” Silver brows go upward. “Considering the fact that we’ve had multiple close calls with him and other customers, scaring your clients when they’re not out of his seat – not to mention breaking someone’s arm for you – it’s not far out to imagine this man throwing shit and bodies all over if someone so much looks at you, especially now that he got his dick wet. Oh, he’s smitten.”

You shake your head throughout her explanation with a smile, knowing that it’s all semi-true. “Guess that’s men for you, huh?”

“Don’t I know it.” She scoffs, using this small time with you to braid her hair into two pigtails. “…You do like him, right?”

The question doesn’t take you aback, not showing any expression of shock while continuing to fix the straps of your pink bra under your mesh shirt. “Yeah…I think so. He’s one of my—“

“One of?”

You roll your eyes at your manager egging you on. “Okay. He is my favorite client. I think he’s a good company; plus, he pays a good amount of money to see me.”

“Oh? Was it the money that’s always made your heart thump? I wonder…” Mei Mei doesn’t try to suppress the smirk growing on her face, aware that you’re meekly glaring at her. She grabs for your lipstick to apply to her lips. “Maybe it never was because I can recall you telling me how hot you found you the first time. Hmph, maybe now that’s dialed up since you’ve been slapped with some good dick—“

“Okay, okay!” God, you couldn’t stand her sinister chuckle, precisely when it’s directed towards you.

“I’m just teasing~. I’m happy that you two are getting along, really.” She straightens up to examine her whole figure now that she’s done. “But he’s still one of my customers at the end of the day, and you one of my people. Money on the table or not, I won’t tolerate if he does anything to inconvenience me or you.” 

The sincerity in Mei Mei’s words wasn’t hard to grasp. After all, she was doing what any good boss would do. As well as your friend above anything else. And you appreciated it. “I know. You’ll be the first I run to if stuff goes left.”

The silver-haired woman gave a genuine smile and nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder to clutch before excusing herself from the dressing room. “See you out there; I have another meeting with a priest from the other side of the neighborhood.”

You gawk. “A priest? Is he here to be serviced?” 

“Nope, but if he keeps getting in the way of my business, I just might have to make some phone calls and endow my other services to deal with him.” Your blood shifted to ice cold at that sentence. Mei Mei is your friend by all means; however, that didn’t diminish how scary that woman can be sometimes. 

She opens the door and closes it behind her, leaving you alone to finish up. You stand up from your seat and maneuver around to admire tonight’s outfit choice. A mesh shirt that showcased your pink bra and black pantyhose that contrasted with your pink undies. Now, all you need to do is go to your locker and find whatever shoes to match and—

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Yo, Y/n?” It was Ino’s voice. He doesn’t come inside the room but creaks the door for you to hear him. “Sorry, but someone wishes to speak with you.”

Huh, someone wants to see me? “Oh, okay. Tell them to wait for me by the door.”

“Sure thing!” And then the young DJ closes the door, and you decide the shoes can wait for later. Giving yourself a look or two in the mirror, you walk up to the door and pull it open to see who wishes to see you. Only to find that the person is standing in front of the doorway.

It was Toji, standing tall and greets you with a smirk once you entered his vision. The mild anxiousness from a few seconds was gone, exchanging it for a smile. “Hey,” he said it cooly.

“Hi,” you return the greeting, watching him step closer to you to lean against the doorframe. “You just got here?” 

“Mhmm, didn’t have much to do, so I figured I’d come before things are about to pick up.” Toji brings his face to yours, daring to give your lips a peck. And you allow it, kissing his scar when he draws back. “I thought last night was fun.”

“Me too,” you whisper back to him before he kisses your neck. “I’d like to have fun like that with you sometime. You know, not during business hours and such.”

He quirks up a brow. “Yeah? Hmm, me too.” He puts his forehead to yours, his hands snaking around your waist to bring you two together. “I’d love to have you around somewhere.”

You hum, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck. “That’d be nice.”

“…But I’d also love to fuck the hell outta you like last time.” His honesty has you erupting in laughter, and your sweet voice has him grinning. “I’m serious; you drove me crazy last time. Pussy like that can’t be shared, I’m sorry—”

“Oh, my God, stop!” You try to get out of his hold, even if your laughs get louder when he tightens his grip on you. “Drove you crazy, huh?” You peer to see him nod before kissing his chin. “Well, I got a few minutes before I go out there…Want me to such you off?”

Did you even have to ask? The man immediately leers from ear to ear, taking your wrist and pulling you back into the dressing room. And you allow him with a laugh, making sure to lock the door before the thought of getting caught fills your mind.

“Good thing you caught me dressing,” you say as he sits on the couch from across the dressing room, and you crouch between his legs. You pull down his zipper, “This one’s free of charge.”

And he shifts comfortably, taking off his jacket to discard. “Lucky me.”

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