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Neighbourly Troubles [Toji Fushiguro x Female Reader]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31155467/chapters/76989950

Summary:

[Toji Fushiguro x Female Reader] After a particularly shitty day at work you decide to treat yourself to a night out by yourself. However, the night quickly grows even worse, when your purse - including your apartment keys - are stolen. With nowhere else to go you find yourself sitting and waiting in front of the door to your flat - drunk and in a seriously shitty mood. The night takes yet another unexpected turn of events when you are suddenly faced with your attractive next door neighbour, Toji Fushiguro, who seems to be in an equally shitty mood as you are. Quickly the both of you find yourselves caught in a steamy argument and eventually end up entangled in each other's bodies...

Wordcount: 15,603

Chapters: 2/2

Tags: 18+, rough sex, top Toji Fushiguro, bottom reader, kinky, dirty talk, tattoos and piercings, porn with plot, neighbours

A/N: Head to AO3 for the full finished story. This is only Chapter 1. Chapter 2 is where the real fun happens.

Chapter One

With a swift swing of your hips, you kick the door shut behind you and throw your keys into the designated bowl on top of the dresser in the hallway. You manage to find the last of your nerves to properly hang your coat in the coat rack, the expensive cloth deserving this special treatment. Your shoes, however, aren’t so lucky; simply being kicked off and forgotten. The entire week was a nightmare. This day even more so. Rarely havey you had to work with such an incompetent team before. Even simple tasks apparently being too complicated for those idiots. The amount of overtime you had to work this week - solely to fix that plethora of avoidable mistakes - is nothing short of ridiculous.

“Thank fucking God it’s finally friday”, you say as you head straight for the kitchen. “One more day and I’d be on the news, wanted for several counts of manslaughter.” You fill yourself a glass of water and gulp it down in one go shortly after; the liquid making slight swooshing sounds in your empty stomach, as you move to your bedroom. The light silk of your sheets was neatly folded and awaited you with the silent promise of a much needed restful sleep. As much as you’d have loved to throw yourself into a deep slumber, you’re hungry. And in serious need of a hot shower.

You unbutton your navy blue blouse and throw it on top of the other dirty laundry, which was already spilling over the edges of the hamper. There’s no way you could put off doing the laundry any further, you really had to do it this weekend.  A soft sigh rolls over your lips. You absolutely hated doing the laundry.

Right as you’re about to unzip your black pencil skirt, you freeze; a slight shiver suddenly crawling up your back and causing the fine hairs on your arms to stand up. You feel like you’re being watched.  You turn your head and look out the window adjacent to you. Emerald green eyes pierce your own and then travel down - slowly. It feels almost as if you’re touched directly, heat spilling over your skin and finally pooling down in your lower stomach. You feel your core tightening, as a sly grin pulls at the corners of your neighbour’s mouth.

Ignoring the sensations that just washed over you, you straighten your back and take two steps towards the window. The green irises darken, the grin widens. “Seriously, whose bright idea was it to build this apartment complex in an H-shape? No privacy whatsoever”, you say to yourself as you pull the curtains shut, effectively ending the involuntary peepshow.

Toji Fushiguro - your neighbour. It hasn’t been long since he moved next door. Maybe three or four months, five at most, you weren’t really keeping track after all. From the few words you two have exchanged with each other, you learned basically nothing about the man who, not even a minute ago, was basically undressing you with his eyes. Though, there wasn’t even much to undress to begin with, as you’re currently only sporting a black and beige lace bra as well as your tight pencil skirt. You swallow, remembering how he was staring at you. Like you’re a delicious piece of meat. Toji Fushiguro is undoubtedly attractive. Tall and just as broad and a face so handsome it’s to die for. So far you’ve only seen him wearing long sleeved shirts or jackets, but you’re no fool, you’re practically certain that he’s packed with muscles from head to toe. Another shiver runs down your spine and you immediately shake your head, trying to push away the thoughts and images forming in your mind.

Ok, change of plans: You would take a shower and then whip up a quick meal to eat. After that you’re going to head out and look for a nice bar where you could spend the rest of the night, have a few drinks and maybe even find a possible suitor to spend the night with.  Toji Fushiguro might be hot, out of your league even, but he also gives you the creeps. You were not about to ruin your comfortable living situation, just because you couldn’t keep it in your pants and had to throw yourself onto your next door neighbour.

*

A low chuckle escapes Toji’s throat as he watches you close your curtains, a disdained look in your pretty little doe eyes. This wasn’t the first time he watched you - but it’s the first time you caught him. He takes another slow drag of his cigarette and keeps his eyes on the cream colored curtains in the opposing window. He’s able to catch another glimpse of your silhouette, slowly moving behind the thin fabric.

Toji has to admit, he was caught off guard when he saw you undressing. Each curve of your body and all that beautiful, unmarked skin, looking just about perfect to bite into. Until now he always took you for a boring prude. The business attire you always wear, while it was perfectly fitted, certainly gives off the impression of an unhappy secretary who hadn’t been fucked in ages and only cared about Excel sheets and detox drinks, at least to him. But that sexy dessous he saw you donning just a minute ago might just suggest something else entirely. Maybe he’s wrong about you?

Anyway, it doesn’t matter. He has a job to get done today, there’s no time for unnecessary distractions such as you - tempting as it might be.  Toji finishes his cigarette and turns back around to the assortment of weapons he has laid out on top of his bed. Time to get shit done.

*

Toji’s head is throbbing. His jaw, to be more precise. One of those motherfuckers had actually managed to land a hit on him. His right hand is occupied with carrying his large black weapons bag over his shoulder, so he reaches to touch his face with the other, feeling the slight swelling under his fingers. That’ll probably leave a bruise. Fucking great . “Bastard”, he mutters, scratching his neck. He wants to get out of these dirty clothes and take a shower already. His mood gets progressively worse with each step he ascends towards his flat on the fourth floor. The hit was a success - obviously it was. Toji never fails a mission. His asshole of a client, however, had managed to leave out some rather important details. Details which resulted in his battered jaw. Toji is pissed.

Well, at least the job pays good money. Toji takes another step in the pitch black hallway, when he suddenly halts. His eyes were used to seeing in the dark, so he quickly spots the familiar figure slumped in front of the door to apartment 7. Toji cocks an eyebrow. Now look what we have here . If it isn't his precious little next door neighbour with the nice pair of titts.

Suddenly the pain in his jaw is forgotten. Toji takes another silent step, as he finally reaches his floor. He looms over you like a shadow come to life - like an unspoken promise. You haven’t noticed him yet. Toji takes a few seconds to inspect you, lazily dragging his eyes across your body. Your back was pressed against your apartment door, legs pulled up towards your chest and your head resting on top of your knees. He can’t really make out what you’re wearing. A dress, maybe?

However, that still doesn’t explain why you’re sitting in the hallway in the middle of the night like a lost puppy. What time is it, anyway? No clue, he doesn’t wear a watch. Too much of a hassle.

Toji’s interest is piqued, so he closes the distance between you and him. His steps still not making a single sound on the stone floor. As he crouches down right next to you, he catches a whiff of something alcoholic. Whisky, probably. The familiar smell making his mouth water. An impressed smirk slides across Toji’s lips. He didn’t take you for the whisky kind of girl. Or for the type of girl to pass out drunk in front of her apartment door, for that matter. It seems his impression of you doesn’t live up to reality.

He licks his lips, the metal of his tongue piercing rubbing against his skin. Maybe this night held yet another surprise for him. This time a much more pleasing one than a punch to the face from someone who doesn't even know how to aim a gun correctly. Hahh, Toji enjoyed  rearranging that guy’s guts with his knife, how he begged.

Toji extends his hand towards you, halting just mere inches from your face, wondering whether his hands were still bloody or not. He quickly decides that he doesn’t actually give a fuck. This right here was a bad idea in and of itself, he should just ignore you. Usually he never messes with women he knows - too many drawbacks. But your unexpectedly sexy peepshow from earlier still has him entranced. So he might as well go all out and play it risky. If shit got out of hand he could just easily get rid of you and move on after all.

After making up his mind, Toji flicks your head. This is the first time he’s this close to you, the first time he touches you, your skin giving of a hypnotizing aroma. A dark grin spreads across his face as he watches your reaction, his eyes darkening.

You jerk out of your drunken slumber, when something rough suddenly touches your forehead. Blinking profusely, you find yourself still in the dark hallway you fell asleep in earlier. But this time you’re not alone. An audible gasp escapes your throat as you’re faced with none other than Toji Fushiguro. Right in front of you.

You can smell fresh sweat and cologne on him, an intoxicating mix of masculinity and sandalwood and rain. Dark and spicy - like forbidden nectar. The scent makes your mouth water. You swallow and subconsciously take another deep breath, this time catching a whiff of something else entirely clinging to him. Something you can’t really describe, something metallic, maybe?

His deep voice catches you off guard. The timbre of it reverberating through your body and making your stomach flutter. “Heya, sweetheart. Whatcha doin’ here at this hour?”, Toji asks. His tone doesn’t give away what he’s thinking, he seems to be amused at most. The situation suddenly settles in and you can feel your cheeks heating up - thank God it’s dark. You hadn’t planned to fall asleep here, you just wanted to wait until morning and then hopefully get a hold of the apartment complex’ janitor. The alcohol in your system must have made you drift off into a half asleep state without realizing.

Toji’s question pops up in your head again. You still haven’t answered him. “I-I was robbed”, you stammer. Bile and fury rising in your throat. “Some asshole stole my purse”, you add and grind your teeth, remembering what went down earlier tonight. You were on your way back from a bar called “ Sorcerer’s Temple ”, clinging to the arm of a particularly nice piece of man, when he suddenly dragged you into a dark alleyway, rammed his elbow into your stomach and ran off with all your belongings - including your phone and apartment keys.

Well, Toji certainly didn’t expect that answer. Sounds like your night was just as shitty as his, maybe even worse. “You ok?”, he asks, wanting to lift your chin to get a better look at you, but he fights off the urge to touch you further. “Yeah, just super tired”, you answer while you lay your head back and rest it against the door. Is it so wrong to want to go out and unwind? Why did that shit have to happen to you of all people? Now you’re stuck in this awkward situation with your neighbour. God knows what he’s doing here late at this hour anyway.

An idea forms inside Toji’s mind. Oh yes , this is going to be much easier than he thought it would be. “Wanna crash at my place? You can have the couch, pretty comfortable thing if you ask me.” Toji could easily pick your door in less than twelve seconds, but obviously he wouldn’t tell you that. Not because he didn’t want to frighten you, but rather because that would be no fun. He might as well take the chance and invite you over to his place and see for himself whether he’s wrong about you and you actually are more than a lame goody two-shoes.

Sleep over at his place? You really weren’t expecting that kind of an offer coming from the guy who oogled you up and down just a few hours earlier. And to be frank, you don’t take him for the awfully altruistic kind. Looking him up and down, you squint your eyes and furrow your brows, looking like you’re trying to solve a complicated riddle. Toji could practically see you weighing the possible pros and cons of his invitation. He cocks his head to the side a little, not willing to let you out of his sight just yet. The play of emotions on your face being way too entertaining for him to miss it. You take your sweet time with your answer. He already expects you to decline when a resolute look settles on your face. 

“You know what? Fuck it , I’ll sleep on your couch. Anything is better than the floor.”

A low chuckle erupts in Toji’s throat. Not only did you agree, but you also throw out one curse word after the other. So unfitting of such a fine business lady like you are. He’s really beginning to like that other side of you. This is going to be fun. Straightening his back and standing back up to his full height, Toji holds his unoccupied hand out towards you. A wide grin is plastered across his face, his exhaustion from before seemingly forgotten.

You don’t hesitate and take his outstretched hand. Obviously you still don’t trust this man, but at this point, what is it that you have to lose? Your purse is gone already and the chances of Toji being some psychopath murderer - though fitting of his grim aura - are low, realistically speaking. So you might as well take your chances; the whiskey you drank earlier making you more adventurous anyway. 

Strong digits clasp around your own, practically engulfing your smaller hand. His skin is hot and rough and you love the feel of it, heat beginning to pool in the depth of your stomach again. Shit, maybe you should throw your prior resolutions overboard after tall. This absolut beast of a man would certainly be a good lay and could probably manage to take your mind off of that horrible week you had.

You’re suddenly torn from your thoughts as a jolt goes through your entire body and you’re pulled off your behind and up. You stagger forward, your legs unprepared for the abrupt need to support your full weight. Instinctively reaching your hands out, you fall against Toji’s chest, his muscles tensing up underneath your touch. A small, sharp inhale escapes your mouth. This ass, he absolutely did that on purpose!

Toji laughs, relishing in your honest reaction. “Sorry, dear. You good?” 

“I-I'm alright, thanks. My back just hurts from all that sitting”, you say awkwardly, trying to calm your racing heart, afraid he might notice the pounding behind your ribs. Your hands are pressed against his chest, the muscles so hard and broad it is making you shiver. 

Suddenly you can feel Toji's large hand spread across the small of your back, his long digits practically covering you. Your muscles immediately tense and your eyes dart up at him; he’s so tall, massive even. “Want me to massage you, doll?”, Toji says, putting some pressure on his fingers and slowly moving them up your back. He could feel the arch of your spine, shifting slightly underneath his touch. A wolfish grin is tugging at his lips, but he keeps his face indifferent, not wanting to scare you off. Though he’s not sure how much you could see in this darkness anyway. 

“Thanks Toji, but I'm good”, you say firmly and you’re proud that the weakness in your knees did not travel up and sully your voice. You know what he’s trying to do, he’s playing with you, enjoying your awkwardness. But two can play that game, you’re not some kind of docile lamb, that just sits around and gets played with. Stubbornness blooms and promptly takes control within you. You take a step back, your hands leaving the man's chest, his hand on your back disappearing. Straightening yourself up, you try to catch his gaze, the lack of any light making it hard to make out his face. “Also, stop it with the pet names, would you? I'm not your doll.” Though you might be drunk, you certainly didn’t swallow your tongue, Toji's sweet talking is provoking you. 

Toji definitely didn’t expect you to talk back like this. You seem to be much more feisty than his initial impression of you led on and he is thriving . His cock reacting with an eager throb underneath his black pants. Oh yes , he would shut you up real good. “Aaw why, you don’t like ‘em?”, he responds in a mocking tone, staring down at you. You strain your neck to look back up at him, trying to glare a hole into him, but at the same time fighting the urge within you to throw yourself at him and shut him up with a hot kiss. Feeling yourself getting antsy, you clench your fists and pump them repeatedly in order to distract yourself from the thirst coursing through your guts. Taking his sweet time Toji backs off and turns around, walking towards his apartment door. 

“I don’t. It’s condescending when someone you don’t know calls you these names”, you answer and follow him. Now that he has his back turned towards you, you realize just how large he is. You gulp and wish the lights were turned on, so that you could take in his amazing physique better. The metallic clattering of keys catches your attention and you take another step forward, not too close, but just close enough so that you could feel the heat radiating off of his body.

A door creaks open and suddenly a light comes on. It’s not a bright light, probably just a small lamp beside the entrance, but the sight of Toji standing in that dim glow still takes your breath away. He looks like a dark god, looming broad and menacingly before you. Yet again, you’re met with his green eyes, as he turns to look at you over his shoulder. 

“Want to get to know me better then?”

Instantly your mouth turns dry. Your mind begins to flood with explicit images of the two of you, entangled in each other’s bodies, you beneath him… fuck . There’s no way to prevent the dirty fantasies from rising within you as a tingling ache begins to settle itself between your legs. You can’t deny it anymore, you’re horny and you want to fuck that man in front of you. Rather, you want him to fuck you . You fight down the urge to press your thighs together, not willing to grant him that satisfaction, because you’re absolutely sure he’d notice that, going by the way his eyes never seem to leave you alone. 

Not wanting to let him have the upper hand this easily, you raise your chin and cross the distance between the two of you. Toji, as he notices your approach, turns around fully; still blocking the now open doorway with his broad physique. The pace of your heartbeat picks up the closer you get to him, a dark excitement coursing through your veins. You mimic the sly grin which Toji had shown you earlier and push past him into his home. As you do that, your hips brush past his own and you can see the muscles in his jaw tightening, the expression immediately sending shivers down your spine.

“I’d like a glass of water”, you say with a mischievous smile on your lips. After a few steps into his flat, you turn back around to your neighbour and are suddenly met with him directly in front of you. When did he get this close to you? You didn’t even hear him shut the door. Whatever , it doesn’t matter; you’re too caught up in your play to think about that stuff right now. 

“I’m thirsty”, you add, looking up at him and tilting your head slightly to the side, giving him a good view of your exposed neck and shoulder area. 

A dark hunger rises in Toji’s body as he watches you presenting yourself to him on a silver platter. Like a little sheep ready to be devoured by the big bad wolf. He’ll enjoy defiling you. He licks his lips and lets his eyes travel over your body once more. Now that there’s some light, he can properly see the clothes you’re wearing. A pine green silk dress with a plunging neckline that shows off your beautiful set of titts. He can’t wait to get his mouth on them. Further down, the black leather belt looped around your waist accentuates your curves quite nicely; maybe he would wrap it around your neck later on.

Toji closes his eyes and hums a low groan, as he pulls himself away from you, taking a step back and heading straight for the open kitchen right next to the living area the both of you are currently standing in. “A cold glass of water for the lady, comin’ right up”, he says, reaching for one of his cupboards, trying to think of anything but the inviting look in your eyes. If he didn’t get away from you right this minute, he’d have fucked you right then and there on the floor. The idea is tempting, but also wasteful. Toji would much rather take his time with you, exploring every inch of your body.

Satisfied with his reaction, you watch Toji fetch you a glass of water. You use that time to look around his apartment. The layout is the same to your own home, only mirrored. From what you could make out from the few light sources, his flat seemed nice but rather impersonal; with chic dark furniture but no decorations or plants whatsoever. In a way it fit him. Growing bored you make your way to the kitchen, where Toji is currently closing the fridge, water bottle in hand and back turned to you. You step beside him, putting your hands flat on the kitchen counter and not so accidentally brushing along his fingers, before you hoist yourself up to sit on the cold marble surface. 

“Here’s your water”, Toji says, gaze fixated upon you, a sinful smirk on his lips. There’s a vertical scar running through the right corner of his mouth; the rough mark causing your hunger to grow more and more. You return his smile with an equally alluring one and accept the glass from his hands, taking a few sips. The stinging thirst in your throat finally settles and the only thirst remaining is for the man right next to you, a throbbing ache between your legs. Toji shifts and positions himself directly in front of you. You hold your breath, eager, waiting. He takes the glass from your hands and places it somewhere on the counter where you can’t reach it - not that you would try to.

Without warning Toji’s hands are on your thighs, rough digits digging under the smooth silk of your dress, slowly moving up and forcing your legs open. You don’t resist and spread them so that he can position himself right between them. The lace of your underwear feels slick against your skin; Toji’s fingers leave a burning sensation on your thighs that only further increases your need for this man. He leans forward and - to your dismay - his hands leave your body. He places them on the counter, right next to you, effectively caging you in with his large body. Your breath is shallow, your chest rising and falling with each hot breath. He’s so close but at the same time not close enough.

“Listen, Kitten”, Toji says as he closes the distance between him and you; lowering his head just enough that his lips brush over the spot right beneath your ear. His messy black hair leaves a prickling sensation where it touches you. You take a sharp breath and bite your lower lip, unconsciously tilting your head to him like a submissive prey animal. Toji, meticulously observing your reactions, smiles against your skin before he continues, “I’m gonna go take a shower now. If you’re not gone by the time I’m back...” His lips travel down and he places a soft kiss on your throbbing pulse before he retracts and brings his face right in front of yours, looking you straight in the eyes; his pupils are dilated. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

You almost moan just from his whispered words. The desire in your lower belly keeps on growing and spreads out towards your limbs in shiver inducing heat waves. Your nipples instantly turn hard and sensitive, rubbing against the silk fabric of your dress. Just what is this man doing to you?

“Are we clear?”

A slight nod is the only thing you manage. You’re already a pulsing mess and he hasn’t even touched you yet. The timbre of his voice and the dark aura radiating from his body were enough to make you wet. You couldn’t help but feel excited for what’s to come and almost follow him to the bathroom when he leaves the kitchen - just so that you could feel his lips on your skin again sooner. But something inside you tells you to wait. You take another sip of water and then jump off the counter to settle on his couch, your legs almost giving in underneath you.

*

As the muffled sounds of the shower seize you immediately tense and sit up straight from the cushions beneath you. While Toji was in the bathroom next door, you were left alone with your thoughts. The throbbing in your lower regions decreased only slightly, your anticipation was still keeping you on the edge of your seat. You keep imagining what he would do to you when he comes back, what his body would look like underneath that black long sleeve turtleneck he was wearing.

A few more minutes pass during which your eyes are practically glued to the bathroom. Then the door swings open. Enveloped in a cloud of hot steam, Toji emerges. He’s wearing nothing but grey sweatpants and you can make out a fine shimmer of condensation atop his skin.

“Fuck”, you mutter without realizing. He’s seriously way too hot ! What the fuck!

You’re shamelessly staring at him, taking in every inch of his amazing physique. From his smooth chest, over his strong arms and down his chiseled sixpack to the V-line leading into his sweats. The slight bulge which is visible underneath the thick cotton makes your mouth water.

Toji sees you sitting on his couch and his signature smirk returns to his lips. “You’re still here”, he comments and reaches to scratch his neck, his damp hair feeling nice and cold against his hot skin. His smile only widens when he notices your staring.

Your breath is taken away by the movement of Toji’s muscles as he lifts his arm. Your eyes glued to his massive biceps before the dark ink on his skin catches your attention. A large tattoo circles around his entire torso. Beginning at his waist, a worm or caterpillar-like creature stretches over his chest, shoulders and back. The tattoo looks almost grotesque, like a real life demon crawling over his skin, but at the same time it fit Toji just perfectly. 

Finally , you manage to snap back into reality. Thank God, you almost started drooling then and there. “You don’t have to act surprised, Toji. You knew I’d stay”, you retort confidently and judging by the bellowing laugh you earn from him you’re more than right with that suspicion. 

“Little one, you’re quite bold. I didn’t expect that”, Toji says, still chuckling and draws closer towards you. As he steps into the light of the floor lamp, you notice for the first time the many scars scattered across his entire body. They all look unique, some are long and thin, others are round and protruding slightly. A light shiver makes the fine hairs on your neck stand up. What kind of job does this man have, you wonder, to be riddled with all these marks. You don’t dare to ask though.

Toji reaches the couch and stands right in front of you, staring down at you for a few hot seconds, the intent in his eyes darkening, his lust growing. The dark green silk looks beautiful against your skin. He couldn’t wait to rip the fucking dress off your body and lick your skin all over.

“Come here”, you demand and motion for the large man to bend down to your level. You want to touch him already, want to feel his hands on your body; you’re growing more and more impatient.

Instead of sitting beside you, however, Toji leans down and places his hands on the couch cushions to the left and right of your hips, caging you in like he did earlier in the kitchen. There’s a sudden shift in the atmosphere. The smile has vanished from his lips and you can’t really read his expression. Is he… angry ?

“Listen, angel , I think you got the wrong impression of me”, he begins and leans down further, past your shoulders, so that you can feel his hot breath against your ear. “I’m no nice man. I don’t play nice.” 

You make an audible gasp, heart stopping for a second and then resuming its pace at twice the speed. His voice is deep and filled with intent. It makes your skin crawl and your cunt twitch - eagerly waiting to be touched.

Toji runs his hand over your right arm, his touch light, yet burning. The skin underneath his fingertips erupting in a burning blaze. He trails up, brushing against the spaghetti strap of your dress, lightly tugging at it once before he continues his search for something you don’t know yet. His eyes are glued to the spot where his fingers touch your trembling skin.

“So if you continue riling me up like this…” 

Suddenly you feel his hand on your neck. His long, callused digits spreading over your throat in a featherlight touch. You gulp and hold your breath, anxiously waiting for his response. 

“Your sweet little ass is gonna end up gagged and writhing underneath me. Understand ?”, he threatens and grabs you - hard . Jerking your head upwards and forcing you to look him in the eyes. You can’t breathe, he’s pressing down on your windpipe. A choked yelp escapes your lips when you try to speak. The pressure on your throat makes your eyes water. Toji’s harsh words cause you to shift excitedly and you subconsciously begin to grind against the couch cushion. You didn’t expect him to respond so violently, but you don’t oppose it. In fact, it’s the exact opposite, his dominant behaviour only turning you on further.

Toji eases his grip around your throat slightly and you immediately nod, not having forgotten his prior question. A sinister smile spreads across his lips and he cocks his head to the side, his unruly black hair falling into his face. Look at you , a beautiful teary-eyed submissive slut. Until a minute ago you were so confident, so graceful. But as soon as he puts his hands on you you turn into a quivering mess. And Toji loves every single second of it. He’ll take his time to absolutely ruin you.

“Hmm, I don’t think you understand just yet. I think a vixen like yourself has to be reminded of her place first.”

His large hand lets go of your throat, moves over your jaw, his thumb brushing across your lower lip, before he settles at the back of your head. Toji grabs a fistful of your hair, wrapping the soft locks around his fingers in a tight almost painful coil. You don’t know how to react, the sudden shift in his behaviour entrances you and practically forces you to keep your eyes on his face. His attractive features, these high cheekbones and his chiseled jaw, are absolutely intoxicating. Never did you expect your night to take such a turn of events. You should thank the bastard-thief, really, for providing you with this opportunity. The opportunity being: Being fucked dumb by Toji Fushiguro.

You’re pulled to your feet and pressed down on your knees a mere second later, trapped between the couch and his hips. Toji jerks your head up, relishing in your pained expression before pressing his groin to your face, rubbing his clothed cock against your cheek. He breathes a sharp exhale. Instinctively you place your hands flat against his upper thighs, trying to support yourself so as to not lose balance. The sudden movement caused your dress to slide up, exposing the smooth skin of your legs, your knees rubbing over the carpet in front of the large sofa.

“What are you waiting for? Get to work”, Toji says; his voice deep and his tone dripping with condescension.

You take a deep breath to calm your racing heart and tug your fingers under the elastic of his sweatpants. The throbbing you can feel in his loins only spurring you on further. If he wants you to get to work then that’s what you’re going to do. You’re quite confident in your oral skills, this isn’t your first rodeo after all. You shoot a quick glance up towards Toji, he’s watching you - hungrily, impatiently . The sight makes your insides flutter. Returning to the task at hand, you pull down his pants, the cloth crumpling around his knees.

Toji watches with a dark amusement, as your eyes noticeably widen at the sight of him. He’s hard and heavy and big . The swollen tip already leaking precum. Your eyes are glued to his cock, from the trimmed dark hair at the base to the prominent veins along his shaft. How the fuck is that supposed to fit in your mouth.

“Don’t worry, it won’t bite”, Toji says and grins devilishly.

All your prior confidence seems to crumble right before you. This has to be the biggest dick you’ve ever seen in person. Toji would certainly make for a nice porn actor with this majestic appendage. You gulp and straighten yourself up. It doesn’t matter, you’ll manage somehow; the urge to please the man before you growing and taking over.

You lick your lips and spread some of your saliva on top of them, before you open your mouth and welcome the tip of his cock into your mouth. Toji groans as the wet warmth surrounds his head; the sensation of your sucking sending jolts of pleasure through his body. The sound which Toji makes encourages you to take in more of his length, ignoring the slight sting in your jaw as you open your mouth wider. You flatten your tongue against the underside of his shaft and rub it against his frenulum, enjoying the twitch it earns you while you hum contently and lap up his spilling precum. 

The rhythm you set is slow and dragging, but comfortable. You take your time licking up and down Toji’s length, replacing your tongue with your fingers, as soon as the base of his cock is left untouched. The pumping of your hands matches the pace of your mouth and you try to take him in deeper with each stroke. His tip brushes against the soft back of your throat, but so far you can bear the sensation and concentrate on applying pressure with your tongue and hollowed out cheeks. Saliva spills out of the corners of your mouth, trails down your chin and eventually lands on the shiny silk in your lap, turning the fabric dark and damp.

“That’s it, suck it.”

The sight unfolding before Toji is awe inspiring. His little uptight business lady swallowing his cock like a starved slut is something he never could’ve imagined even in his wildest fantasies. He feels himself growing even harder against your warm and wet flesh. It’s not enough . Readjusting his grip on your hair, Toji angles your head in a way so that he would have better access to your spit dripping mouth. 

You realize what Toji is doing, give up control and brace yourself for what’s to come. Toji’s other hand circles around your locks as well, when he begins to first slowly grind against your face and then shoves his entire length down your throat. Above you, he let’s out a strained groan before he picks up the pace and begins thrusting, effectively face fucking you into a sloppy, mangled mess. You can’t think straight and breathe shallowly through your nose while you try to fight down the urge to gag. 

“Fuck yeah, you like chokin’ on my cock you little slut?”, Toji grumbles and angles a particularly vicious thrust into the back of your mouth, pounding into the sensitive flesh. You can’t help but gag, tears erupting from your eyes and spilling down your cheeks. The man above you watches your tears with great delight, taking in every inch of your puffed up, red face. Simultaneously he pulls back and adjusts the pace a little in order to give you some time to breath. What a gentleman , you think before the grip on your hair tightens and his pounding grows in intensity again.

The sound of your muffled gags are blocked by the cock shoved down your throat. You try to bare with it, pressing your eyes shut and rubbing your flattened tongue against the underside of his veiny shaft. Finally, you can feel him pulsing in your mouth and instinctively dig your nails into his muscular thighs.  Toji groans loudly, the sound sending hot shivers throughout your entire body. You open your eyes and watch him throw his head back, the veins in his neck protruding and throbbing. You’re dripping wet; you want his cum. The thrusting of his hips grows more and more erratic and he looks back down at you, his eyes practically black from his widened pupils.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare spill a single drop”, he spews and licks his lips. For the first time you take note of the shiny metal ball in the middle of Toji’s tongue; your cunt clenching an anticipating throb. Sweat droplets form on Toji’s forehead and chest, trailing down between the furrows of his abs. The growing pleasure in his loins finally reaches its pique and explodes, his muscles tensing up beneath his skin. You feel his hot cum shooting down the back of your throat. One last time he thrusts into your mouth and buries himself to the hilt between your lips. Keeping his words in mind, you immediately swallow the thick substance without a second thought. When he pulls out, you gasp for air, a mixture of saliva and cum spilling out of the corner of your sore mouth.

Toji let’s out a huff of air and watches you for a second, dry heaving on the floor and trying to catch your breath as you swallow the rest of the fluids in your mouth. Satisfied, he pulls his pants back up, before crouching down to your level, raising your chin up to meet his gaze. Your eyes are watery, your mascara is practically ruined. Trembling lips, red and swollen. He’s never seen you look more beautiful before. 

Toji cocks his head to the side and smiles at you. His thumb brushes across your bottom lip to wipe away the traces of that phenomenal blowjob. You lean into his warm touch and can’t help but stare at his handsome face and devilish smile. Every thought has been stripped from your mind; the only things you can feel right now are the throbbing between your thighs and the aching of your jaw. Without you being able to prevent it, more tears escape from your eyes.

“Huh? Don’t cry, sweetheart. We’re only gettin’ started.”