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Red Light|| T. Fushiguro

❀Sypnosis. A late day at work— your shady bar that goes by the name "Red Light" leads to a meeting with a regular patron that you haven't seen much of on your shifts. 45 minutes until closing and he wishes to play a game of pool— Nothing suspicious, right?

❀ Wc. 4.5k

❀Warnings. Age gap (not mentioned, but is still present), alcohol, perverted stares, degrading, Fem!afab!reader, praise, dubcon(?), Voyeurism (?), Public sex, Toji Fushiguro.

❀A/n. Once again, different format 😩 Trying something different, leave me alone 🖕 anywaysss, Toji and his massive tits bruh

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Low red lights hang from the brown ceiling, lightbulb perfectly protected in the curved stainless steel pendent. Long chained hoop allows the ceiling light to sway in the air. Soft sways from left to right, the moving lights could make sensitive eyes feel dizzy. Like the soft sways of the light, a dandelion in the breeze your hips moved in a similar manner.

Gripping on the pool stick holding the long tool still as you spin the white chalk around the tip. Your face blank as you complete the mundane act that repeats throughout the night in the shady establishment you work in. Your blank expressed stayed even when the door chimed— a quick glance at the clock. Forty minutes until close time, an exhale of air leaves your mouth in exhaust. You hoped to leave home early, suppose not. You hoped that it wasn’t some overly loud drunkard who came here to drink themselves to death, not again.

Circling around to the front of the pool table, you take a small bow to the pair of feet that step through the chiming door. Large feet that walked quietly against the creaking ground, large black band across his foot ensuring its containment in the sandal. “Welcome to Red Light.”

The owner to the shoes voices echo through the empty establishment with his deep chuckle. Your head rises almost immediately eyes gazing upon the familiar patron— Toji.

“Ah, it’s you, mister.” Newcomer or familiar patron, proper greetings are a must even in such a low run bar such as Red Light.

“I told you to stop calling me mister.” He sighs, large hand covered in scars scratching the closest side of his head. You don’t consider yourself a pervert, you can’t help your gaze trailing to his bicep facilely flexing in his pose.

“Are you going to keep staring?” Your eyes quickly found interested in the ground after being caught. Embarrassment swirls in your stomach. You must’ve been staring for too long.

“I’m sorry.” A meek voice dissimilarly to your overbearing gaze.

“A little pervert, aren’t you?” His scoff is jokingly, but it only fuels the embarrassment more. Turning into a monster that consumes the once stable feeling in your stomach.

His head nods softly towards the pool table you stood in front of— “Enough time to play?”

As much as you wish to say no, the dream of laying in your bed with your blankets wrapped around your body is starting to seem just as that— a dream.

“One round, yes.” You confirm, handing him the stick that was in your hand. Perfectly chalked for him and ready to go.

“Ever play before?” His hand is so much larger than yours, hand resting above your own as you both held the stick until you let go.

“It would be strange if I didn’t. Every Saturday with the old man, that’s when I play.” Grabbing a stick from another nearly organized stomach, thanks to you. Spinning the tip inside the carved chalk, you prepared to go against the man.

“Customer first.” Courtesy presented to him was returned unto you.

“Ladies first.” His smirk was devilish and dashing, a dangerous combination.

“Thank you, mister.” He lifted the rack from around the perfectly formatted balls. One thing about you, despite your soft voice and appearance you can easily switch, especially in face of competition.

Perfect formation as you leaned over the table, stick held with a firm grip and the width of the stick pinched between your index and thumb. A small hole just big enough for the stick to thrust in and out without interference of your skin.

Prodding the stick in and out the hole, properly lining it against the white ball. You glanced up at Toji who rested One end of his stick on the ground while leaning his head against it with his arm holding it upright. One deep breath in and out before the tip of the stick met contact with the white ball. Ripple effect— the impact of the white ball against the tip of the triangle had the rest dispersing across the table. Two balls making their way into holes in either side of each other.

“Stripes or solids?” Condescending smirk. He knows either way that’s one less ball for him.

“Solids.”

“Hm, you seemed more like a stripes type of girl. Guess I was wrong.” He circles around towards you, one hand against your waist as he gently guides you to the side.

“What does that mean?” You tilted your head in confusion. He didn’t waste any time lining up his stick of strategizing, a swift plunge of the stick against the white ball— it seemed as if he knew what he was doing, but he just got yours in.

A stifled giggle at his failed attempt. “Maybe you should’ve been solids.” He isn’t fazed by him hitting your ball in by the slightest.

The game continued and time quickly passed, bodies leaned over the table as you both found your targets. Toji’s energy made it seem as if he was some form of professional, yet he’s barely got any balls in. Either scratching or getting yours in. You couldn’t figure out his end goal, but you can’t lie. The more the game drags on due to his lack of pool skills, the more you feel yourself loosen up. Starting to enjoy playful banter and insults that hold no levity, allowing yourself to not be grasps by the professionalism that makes you an excellent employee. You’re having fun, you even stopped looking at the clock.

The sight ball had your name written across it in bold letters, your success was so close you could taste it.

“Don’t fuck it up.”

“I won’t.” You analyzed the balls with your thumb and index gripping your chin.

“That’s a terrible place to shoot from.” He wasn’t wrong, fuck. You scoffed, circling around the table to find the perfect position.

“This is your only shot, you might wanna think this through.” You knew what he was doing, and it still pissed you off.

“Thank you for staying the obvious, mister.” He faked being wounded by your scornful “mister”.

“Just tryin’ help.” His innocent smile is nothing of the sorts.

“Worry about your five balls instead of my one.”

“Me and my five balls are fine, but if you fuck this one up—” Your glare shut him up but not without a playful curl to his lips. “Fine, fine.”

Leaning over the table as you’ve done over and over, your ass up and pushing back as you situated yourself. He didn’t spare a glance nor wipe the smirk on his face. Just as you thrusted the stick, right in that moment he had to open his big mouth.

“Terrible form.” Stumbling over the powerful thrust not being stable you hit the bottom of the white ball, shooting it off the table. Bouncing on the ground with loud clacks it rolled over to an empty chair.

“Would you look at that? You sent it flying~” Grinding your teeth in annoyance, you had that damn ball.

“Jackass…” You didn’t bother to mutter under your breath. Normally, you wouldn’t insult customers… In their presence at least, but he deserved it. You quickly swiped the ball from the ground and made your way back to the grinning man.

“Your shot.” Your annoyance was radiating off you as he laid his hand flat out for you to place the ball in his possession.

“Thank you~” He didn’t scan the table, didn’t circle to find the perfect spot, nothing. Right where he stood, he took his stance. In a moment, just a moment you looked away from the table. Just enough time for a blink or two, you swear it wasn’t long. All you heard was the clacking of the balls and them going into holes of their choice. All five, at once.

“W-What!?” You shouted in shock. “That’s not possible, you–“ You grumbled through a pause, “You cheated!”

“Do you have any proof of that?” His flippant tone causes heat to rush to your face, stomping towards him with furrowed brows.

“Then how did you do that?” Oh – that’s a new one. Your professional tone has been abandoned completely.

“A magician never reveals his tricks.” Your chest pressed against him as you glared into his playful eyes, it’s a pointless battle. Turning away from him your face was hot for a different reason now. You kept your back towards him until you heard presumably the eight ball makes it’s way into a hole.

“Would you look at that?” His eyebrow raises tauntingly; “I win.”

You huffed at his announcement, tossing the stick onto the table. You’ve always been a sore loser. Walking behind him and pushing through the unlocked gate to behind the bar.

“What? Can’t handle a loss?” You ignored his taunts

“Beer, mister?” Already ready to grab his usual order as he sits in the torn bar stool—not without an ear scratching drag to fit his body between the counter and stool. The miniature refrigerator that sat on the floor behind the counter but right in front of Toji, legs still as your torso bends down to open the fridge. A perfect view of your ass tightly trapped in the black pencil skirt.

“We’ve just played for so long; we should be passed the “mister”.” Unto your knowledge, he didn’t divert his gaze. Eyes peering into your behind without shame.

“Hasty, aren’t you?” Referring to how quick you were to grab his drink before he answered. “Whiskey, Suntory.”

“Ah.” You turned to face him with your mouth slightly agape. Finger pressed to your separated bottom lip as you leaned to one side. You nod before turning your back towards him once more, head looking upwards contrast from before. Eyes scanning the upper shelf for a glass.

Toji waited for you with quiet patience, as silent as the gentle breeze in the spring. He’s mastered the ability to hide his presence, even though you know he's there you tend to forget.

“I’m sorry…—Could you help me?” Pleading eyes, the only change in your eyes tonight. A raised eyebrow from him invokes a pointing finger to the glass on the shelf. Too high up for you, even standing in your tippy toes wouldn’t suffice.

His sigh didn’t seem to be one of annoyance, still guilt struck your stomach. “Sorry… Again.” You whisper softly as he stood in front of you. Large build intimidating to your smaller one, arms ten times bigger than your own. You’re glad he isn’t a bad guy, but you knew that from the long game the two of you just played. That thought alone had a smile across your face towards the gentle giant.

“Apologetic one, aren’t you?” The smile turned into a face of confusion as he walks closer to you, automatically backing up in response. Your back softly hits the wall, his body pressed against yours as he stares down at you and you up at him. You weren’t afraid as much as confused— but that doesn’t explain the kick in the pace of your heartbeat.

His features— long scar that runs down the corner of his lips, sharp resting eyes with intense gaze, his pointy nose matches his features perfectly. Along with the short hair with bangs that fell against his eyes.

Thick neck stretched upwards as he looked at the shelf, his gaze adverted but yours never did. Gaze centered on the veins that stuck from his neck in proud prominence.

“This one?” He holds the glass for you to see— a glass that looks as if it’s spinning even when its still, indented spirals turning counterclockwise. Waves on the rim as a still body of water.

Your tongue rested on the roof of your mouth with a hard swallow, words seem to be hard to speak despite a perfectly formed sentence ready to be said. A nod was all that you could muster, then a bow of gratitude.

Flirtatious expression as he gazed down at you— you’re so close. The ability to breath once an innate ability became a struggle, as if you had to teach yourself how to do it once more.

“You okay, hm?”

“Fine.” Your fast reply was amusing to him – just as quickly as you slipped from the side of him to remove yourself from being trapped.

“Thank you.” You continued off feeling as if you were too rude with your response. Taking the glass from his hand you whipped the white towel hanging from your waist you hold the cup still in the palm of your free hand, meticulously wiping the outside the of the cup, two fingers covered in cloth to clean the inside and rim before the long awaited ‘clink’ as the glass contacted the counter.

Your breath hitched with Toji’s shadow looming over your body, his hands on either side of the counter caging you in. Deep breath held deep within your stuck out chest, you’ve became completely aware of him. The heat that radiates on your back, the rustling sound of his pants as he leaned down. Deep exhales from his nose that brushed against your neck sent electrifying shivers down your spine, the type that make you want to shake it off.

The switch in the mood, heaviness in the air around you, the dim red light that stopped swaying long ago. It happened all too quickly for you, but to Toji, it was a build up. Something bounds to happen, he made sure of it.

“You’re quiet.” Deep voice with enough roughness it flows out smoothly from his mouth.

“I’m just trying to prepare your drink…” Soft muttered that wouldn’t be heard if he wasn’t so close to you. His hands slide against either side of the counter, broad shoulders stretching out in the process. His head is even closer to you now, almost resting against your shoulder. His hair leans to the right as his head does such. It’s painful, the anticipation of his lips against your skin. You’re waiting for it to happen; your stomach is eating away at itself for it to happen.

Legs shifting, rubbing against each other doesn’t make your stance anymore comfortable.

Swift, just as his sudden victory. His large hand grips against your side turning you around to him. Now, face to face with the man. He looks so much scarier without the smirk across his lips. Focused eyes and still features against your body.

Your eyes find comfortability looking elsewhere instead of focusing on erection that showed through his tight pants. Eyes fidgeting from item to item, trying to ignore the obvious and eye-catching thing in front of them.

“Only asking once— Are you okay with this?” Hands traveling down your waist feeling the curves of your body and the sides of your ass. Same hands that pull his body closer to you as they grasp either cheek through the tight material.

Your soft nod was enough affirmation for him— Pressure against your ass when his fingers pushed themselves feel into your skirt, easily tearing it as if it was nothing. The skirt that once hugged your curves was now loose against your body. The long-stretched sound of tearing, he didn’t stop until it was a long sheet of fabric only contracted by the zipper. Throwing it elsewhere. The large white shirt that was neatly tucked into your skirt is now expanded to its full width, wrinkles prominent where the shirt was tucked.

His gaze stayed laser focus until your eyes met his. His smirk returned and for a moment you felt, comforted “Open your mouth.” His blunt words commanded you, and you did. Your mouth agape, but barely. A soft spread to your lips— it annoyed him. His hand roughly grips your chin, lifting your face up at him.

“I—” Your ability to speak it ruined by the pressure against your cheeks from his fingers. Your protest doesn’t matter as he does what he pleases, spit falling from his mouth to yours before his lips crashed into yours. His tongue quickly gaining dominance over yours, it wasn’t much of a fight. As of his tongue belonged there, it was his domain. Spreading his spit around your mouth, tongue going deeper into the kiss. Your hands couldn’t help but brace themselves unto his wide shoulders.

The kiss seemed to last for eternity, he didn’t seem like the type to like foreplay much— it seemed you were halfway correct. His knee nestled between your now spread legs, hardness of his knee pressed firm on your clothed clit. Wetness damping your panties, a small spot soon grows wider as you grind yourself on him.

Heavy breathes from you alone when he finally pulled away, nothing more than a light tint of red of his cheeks.

“That’s how you open your mouth.” He teases as his thumb drags across the bottom of your lip. Lips spread further apart now, much more to his liking.

“Mister…” You mumble as he lifted your shirt, two long fingers in the fabric as he places it in your mouth. Holding it there, waiting for the time where you begin to understand what he wants, and your mouth closes around it.

“Fucking a customer behind the bar counter? How unprofessional.” He hushed as he moved his knee, fingers lightly gripping onto the long string that kept your panties on your waist, pulling outwards and letting it snap back upon your skin with a slap. You hissed in pain, not sparing a glare— not as if he cared about that. Slipping your panties down to your thighs, the tightness of the strings prevented them from falling. His tongue darts across his dry lips, they glisten with wetness. Middle finger holding the hood of your nub in its tight hold and his thumb wide on your clit, a soft press against the tip. Wide circles spun on the nerves, languorous with its movements but the pleasure presented is undeniable. Muffled whines as you brace yourself against his large arms, weaken legs being held on by hands gripping against his skin.

Fiery is his touch, wet kisses against your neck as the circles grow harsher. A firm press, almost flattening your clit against his thumb. Your pussy contracts, squeezing against itself with the hope of something coming to satisfy its feminine urges.

“All wet, just for ‘mister’.” Your back arches when a jolt strikes. A harsh slap against your clit prickles your sensitive skin with an open mouth cry- “Tsk, keep it in your mouth.” He’s swift in placing the shirt back into your jaws. Baggy pants hanging down his knees, his boxers outlining his bulge. Admiring the sight, you bite down at on your shirt – it’s larger than you expected. Not that you had any expectations, but, shit.

Your hand raises from his arm to feel him up, but he doesn’t allow it. Grabbing your wrist with a strong grip he roughly places it behind you. Your brace now became the counter. His released cock slaps against his stomach, pulsating with want and desire. A small spill of anticipation drips down the length of his cock, adding a sheen to the long veins that traveled up. His chuckle set your heart – cunt, ablaze. He knew his size and seemingly knows how to use it. Pleading eyes remind him of a puppy, your shaky arms may not be enough to hold your body stable.

“Slutty fuckin’ pussy.” His vulgar words are even more of a turn on for both you and him. His cock slaps against your clit, three loud plaps. The grip he has on himself causes him to groan in pleasure – tip of his length dragging between your lips. Your slick coating him perfectly. Finally – he presses against your slit. A soft but muffled gasp leaves your mouth as he teasingly prods against it. Hips jerking up allowing his cock to push past your tight cunt – the painful mewl doesn’t stop him from allowing himself to go deeper. Involuntarily you find yourself standing on your tippy toes with strain on your features. Eyes focused on yours as his hands slap and grip on the glops of your ass pulling himself in allowing his cock to go even deeper.

He fills your hole completely, not perfectly, his wide cock stretching your hole to his liking as he buries himself deep against your cervix. Squeezing the fat of your ass he keeps you steady as he slowly pulls himself out of you, a wet plop as his tip leaves your cunt and you’re whining for him to be back in.

“Greedy too.” Referring to your cunt. His hips move to align himself again, slamming his hips into yours without warning. Your eyes shoot open as his cock pierced your cervix; breaks weren’t allowed. His cock continued to thrust in and out of you, gummy walls nuzzling his cock as he fucked into your pussy. Feeling his tip almost leaving your cunt every time would cause your walls to squeeze him tightly – not wanting him to leave, and he didn’t plan to. He showed that as his hips repeatedly slammed against your thighs, pelvic slapping against your clit. Drool seeped through the fabric; a dark wet spot soaked with your spit. You tried your hardest to keep the shirt in your mouth, but with the way his cock was ramming into you, you couldn’t help but drop it. Your tummy grew into a tighter knot by the second, his cock bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Mister–“ Your whiny moan of his name has his cock throbbing, precum already making a mess inside your cunt. Fixated eyes on his own, you don’t even know how stupidly cute you look. Furrowed brows with your mouth agape moaning out in pleasure. He couldn’t help it, taking your lips with his own and swallowing those sweet moans through a passionate kiss. His lips were so rough against yours, his tongue aggressive compared to yours. You tried to keep up, but you couldn’t. With the pace that his cock was fucking into you, it was damn near impossible to respond to anything but that. You could feel your lids fluttering with the approaching of your orgasm.

Damn - intrusive thoughts happen even in situations like this, even when you couldn’t focus on anything else – did you lock the door? Realization hits hard as you glance towards the door and anxiety started to swarm.

“W-Wait, mister – “ Your broken speech hasn’t hit his ears with any importance. Shaky hands as you try to push him away.

“Don’t push me away.” Anger in his voice as your weak hands rested against his chest, his thrusts stop abruptly due to this annoyance.

“T-The door, need to lock it–!” Weak in the legs as you turn yourself around, ass now facing him as you try use the counter as crutches to walk away. Try – his hands slap against your waist, pushing his cock in between the slot of your ass.

“It’ll just take a secon– !” His squeeze on your waist knocked the air out of your system.

“Don’t try and run away when I’m fucking you.” Tight grip on the base of his cock trying to recreate the squeeze your pussy had on him, its not the same as yours. Sloppily lining himself up with your gaping hole he thrusts himself back inside.

“Mister!” You mewled out. This position, doggy, his cock hits your cervix even easier. His balls slapping against your clit with fast thrusts. Even faster than before.

“Shut up – fuck.” He groans out a command with a slap of your ass, your cry was nothing more than more motivation.

Your arm stretched out towards the unlocked door, sign clearly reading ‘open’. You cry out moans as he continues to fuck into you. Trying to push him away was futile, his large frame was too heavy. Even without the shaking hands. That doesn’t mean it’s not annoying to him. One hand grabbing your wrist tighter than earlier, arm being pulled behind you. Soon both your arms were being used as handlebars for him to fuck into you even deeper. His body leaning back as he skillfully timed slamming your ass onto him as he thrusted into you. All you could do was cry, drool leaving your mouth in long strings against the cold counter. Eyes focusing on the unlocked door you whined in fear that soon turned into arousal.

Being fucked like this, behind inside your workplace – it felt dirty and exhilarating. The thought of someone being able to walk in and see you getting fucked by some regular, it should be repulsing, disgusting even, but your pussy drips at the thought of it. Breathless as he pulls away, a loud groan as you squeeze him particularly hard.

“Focus on me.” He demanded through his deep groan. Your eyes shut tight; you could feel your sense leaving your body at an alarming rate. His tip slamming against your cervix was the only thing you could focus on, the only thing you wanted to.

“Stop fuckin’ squeezing me so tight, let me in.” Your hair now intertwined with his fingers as he pulls your head back and to the side, he can see your blushed out faced from this angle. Lips hovering over yours, his erratic breath against your lips; “Let me fuck you properly, just like the slut you are.” The softness of his tone and the closeness of his lips, you loosened up, not as if you could control it.

“Good girl.” His lips stole yours once again, thrusts still hitting hard against your g-spot, but the pace has slowed down, gradually bringing you to your orgasm. Broken moans and gasps as your voice rose higher and higher as his groans grew deeper.

“M’gonna, Mister – Please!” You don’t know why you’re pleading for him, but you are, long drawn out begs of “please’s” is all he hears. You’re long gone, only thinking about the powerful wave that’s about to overcome your body. Legs shaking at the feeling, tongue lulling out as you come closer. He was close too; his bangs tickled your neck as he groaned into it. Teeth biting your skin to muffle his loud groan as he fucks you through your orgasm. A loud squeal as your pussy contracted against his cock and your body jerked, your cunt milking him in the process.

“Fuck–“ His hot cum spurted deep inside of you, cum filling your pussy with warmth. Heavy pants as you both finished your orgasms; you were too tired to even stand. A loud groan as he slipped himself out, watching his cum spill out of your bruised pussy.

You body slid down the counter, hitting the cold floor. Eyes heavy with tiredness.

“Mister– s’good.” His chest heaved up and down as he watched you fall out of consciousness, now here comes his dilemma. Should he bring you home or not? His answer is leaning more to yes.

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