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iplayghoul · 2 years ago

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𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 ⦂ 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨.

pairing:: toji fushiguro x fem black coded reader!

word count:: 5.4k

warnings:: dacryphilia, religion, gaslighting, alcohol, hair pulling, anal play, sadomasichism, blood kink, slut shaming, wax play, smoking, size kink, a bit oc-ish reader, evil shit idk yawl.

notes:: im gonna be honest i almost passed out writing this and at one point my motha came to ask if i was okay 😓😩😩 pls enjoy also heres a lil spotify playlist that was fun to listen to while writing. pls do ignore typos.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, carved red lips always quirked into a small smirk and a sleek black purse slung in her inner elbow. she seems almost too sinful to be a worshipper, could be lucifer himself, he thinks. toji was intrigued. he was a bit of a desperate man himself and nothing near holy but he didn't think he could've stooped this low. hell was hot, he'd been told once but now he's felt it for himself.

the first time Toji saw you, for perspective, was one Palm Sunday. he stood lazily in the church yard, nodding his head to the old women in their broad hats and wrinkled fingers that waved him 'hello' and dragged along their grandchildren children. oh fuck, he was so tipsy. laughable really, was his decision to venture out on the occasion; careful not to miss a Sunday of worship and to keep the Sabbath holy with a drink or two. a particularly large group of young women rushed in with the tone of the church's bells, carrying palms in their hands and wearing brightly coloured floral frocks.

among them was one who always particularly stood out. it wasn't her big afro, sharp nails, deep, glossy red lips, or her expensive attire, it was something else. something Toji couldn’t quite put his finger on; he'd stare for a moment too long and her eyes would catch him, or he'd attempt to frown and divert his attention but quickly was next to him. though he never heard you speak, it was almost as if you kept him here like a ball and chain was tied around his ankle and a whip was keeping his 'behavior' in check.

sucking his teeth, Toji sauntered near the side of the church to avoid the women who would approach him with their kids in attempts to find a good Christian man for lack of one who left them with a mistake. fiddling with his pockets, he found a cigarette. with no light in sight, his eyes swiped his surroundings in somewhat embarrassment and dragged the tip of the cig' against the rugged concrete wall behind him and took a deep breath in; holding it for a beat then let it slip through his teeth.

in a moment his eyes would slip to his peripheral and you'd be standing there like you were waiting for him to finish then, week after week he'd turn his head to study your face and you'd already be gone.

he was intrigued, almost too intrigued at the sight of a young one like you attending church every Sunday with your red lips carved into a small smirk and a sleek glossy black purse to match. his boring, pathetic little life left much to desire, and he found himself spending the only moments of his life that had meaning either working out or going to the Sunday Mass. nobody would call Toji a holy man per se and if you asked anyone outside the church yard who he was, they'd say a slut and a deadbeat. a man like him had stuffed babies into more women than you could count on one hand, and they simply rushed off wherever to find a man who had the time to give them a second thought.

a man like him had no place in the church, though that's not what his fellow churchgoers may think and neither did you. you seemed almost too sinful to be a worshipper like him. he scoffed at the thought that you were like Lucifer himself, hungry for power and deceiving. a man like him was as desperate as they come and nothing near a man of God. he wondered if he could put a baby in your tummy, a bulge under your clothing that he could ignore and relocate to a different church over; a baby that would have the congregation fawning over it and without a question as to who its father was.

he knew he was attractive, and a man like him could use the power and privilege that came with it in more ways than imaginable. so maybe, he had a mission, some meaning in his life one would say besides his nine-to-five job sitting around the bar and lookin' pretty.

the corner of your lips curled into a small smirk, one look at Toji's eyes had him like an open book and a toy for you to mess with. you smiled when you saw him avert your all-knowing eyes and move to the church's side to smoke. something a so called 'man of God' shouldn't do. oh, he could be a man of God alright.

the blood lust radiating off your skin would give the women around you a chill though they assumed it was the cool chill of Spring. the weeks went by as you kept an eye on Toji. watching, waiting, observing, and entertaining conversation with anyone who stood near him. everyone feared you it seems, they were intimidated. a woman with fire in her eyes and sin on her breath made something in their stomachs churn uncomfortably.

the day you found out Toji had a son, one he seemed to care about more than the others, was rather interesting. the supermarket was barren that night, to your dismay as you'd rushed out looking for a meal. with no people in sight, you glided through every aisle and finally at the very last you saw Toji. he puffed on a cigarette with his right hand and held a boy, about five years old, in his left. the young boy sensed your presence, ah that reminds you, children's third eyes are still open.

Toji was busy frowning at the items on the shelf, your heels clicked loudly on the cheap tile of the grocery floor as you walked towards them. you were dressed in what one would call business attire at this late hour, but a man like Toji would assume you came from a prayer meeting.

you hummed in disinterest, "Now, now Mr. Fushiguro, is smoking anyway in which a man of God behaves?" your lips perked up a little in a small deceiving smile as you plucked the cigarette from his mouth and looked him in the eye, taking a drag.

his mouth dropped open for a half of a second before quickly closing shut and his eyes bore into yours.

"Megumi, go find a snack." Toji maintained eye catching with you as he lowered himself to set the boy, Megumi, on the ground. his voice was deep and gravely. you smiled a bit more as he rose again. he was far taller than you were but, you looked up at him and blew the smoke from your intake into his face. his brows furrowed, displeased at what in his mind was a challenge and snatched the cigarette from you.

you smiled again, "A man of God shouldn't be smoking Mr. Fushiguro, or do I need to ask you again how you should behave?"

he released an exasperated sigh, one to cover up whatever feeling was bubbling in his stomach.

your arm was now resting on the shelf as it supported half of your body weight and you peered up at him tiredly, awaiting an answer.

"Look, miss..." he faked disinterest in your name, "A man of God, does what he wants, not what ya' tell him to do."

"Keep calling me miss. A man of God should know his place," and somehow you were looking down on him despite his advantage over you in height.

"A man of God is a man who deserves nothing more than a place under my feet, like a stool." his face twisted.

"You should be a better man of God Toji, maybe then will your life find purpose."

turning on your heel, you walked out of the aisle giving the boy, Megumi a small smile. he was standing on the side of the aisle waiting for the conversation to conclude and said nothing.

a week later, you figured Toji would be at the bar near the end of the prostitutes' street. the walk there was short and uneventful, with gorgeous women lining the sidewalks, vendors of different cannabis treats and men with bulging pockets. the women were tempting to say the least but, you stopped at a vendor to purchase a pre-rolled blunt and took a sharp inhale, blowing it playfully in the face of the half-naked woman who stood near the vendor to attract customers.

the thought of taking her home to ruin her crossed your mind but for now, your current task was ducking his head as he walked into the bar. you'd come back to the woman another time.

your eyes caught sight of Toji within a split second, sitting near the bartender on a couch surrounded by women with far more money than him. he sipped from a glass with a content and idle smile on his face, looking up at the women around him and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt to appear desirable.

it didn't take long for the women to notice your presence behind Toji's back, and they looked you up and down before moving aside. his face was twisted with confusion as you could imagine. ambling over to the couch opposite to him, you crossed your legs and stared intently his now irritated face.

"Awe, what a slut," a giggle left your mouth as his face contorted in anger and you spoke over him as he opens his lips to retort.

"Picking up women on the prostitutes' street? Times must be hard, Mr. Fushiguro." you bit back another giggle, what a nuisance you were.

"Listen, over here 'm not 'Mr. Fushiguro'," he held back a bit of anger in his tone, "Jus' call me-"

"What, a whore? a sinner?" you pressed your chin into the palm of your hand in false interest.

"Use my fuckin' name, bitch."

you perked an eyebrow.

"Oh, I know your name, Toji." you gave him a teasing smile, "And... maybe, just maybe, you'd want to watch your tone with me, sweetheart."

"Or what?" he frowned down at you in the flashing red lights of the bar and snarled.

back and forth, back, and forth, they flickered in the fire of his eyes. you almost laughed out loud, rising from your seat, and standing over his irritated form. staring into his eyes, you curled your fingers around his chin, forcefully stopping the hand that rose to move yours with your other hand. bending down slightly, to blow your smoky breath to the back of his ear, you said,

"I think you know what's gonna' happen, slut."

his eyes widened barely, and he failed in regaining his composure. turning his head back to you as it was held fixed in your palm, he lost his gaze in the dancing flame igniting in your eyes. the room froze for a moment, his lips parted for a split second; it yelled an invitation at you.

you pressed a knee between his legs and pushed them apart, resting it on the cushion-y sofa he was sitting on. you released his wrist from your hand and put that hand around his neck, squeezing him with your middle finger and thumb. you stroked his face with the opposite hand now, reveling in the way he couldn't shake himself from the trance like state he was in.

you trailed a finger on his jaw, bringing it up to his mouth and tapping on his parted lips. slowly, you plunged two fingers past his lips and down his throat making him gag a little on the sharpness of your nails that scratched the back of his throat slightly. your hand squeezed tighter on his neck, pulling your fingers back out and pressing them down against his tongue as you did. you smeared the saliva on his mouth, glossing up his lips with it.

"You know, Toji, you should come find me. Maybe I'll teach you a thing or two about the real God."

you released his neck from the grip and leaned forward to press a hard, venom laced kiss against his lips. without a second thought and having thoroughly fucked over Toji, you dusted the air off you and left the bar.

the next altercation the two of you had, was the last. Toji inevitably finding you, everyone knew your apartment; the large, sleek, black, and white condominium near the busy part of the area. it was a Tuesday evening; the church was open for confession. the priest would wait in there for anyone who wanted to confess their sins.

you were on your way back from confession, gliding out of your black vehicle, spotting Toji leaned against the white fencing of your house smoking a cigarette. your lips curled, and you stopped before him. looking up at his both stoic and annoyed face as he blew smoke out in strings between his lips. "

"Mr. Fushiguro, you should've gone to confession before coming to see me, you know."

he offered you a grunt, "You're not some kinda' fuckin' God, Miss."

you smiled smugly, "You sure? That's funny, Fushiguro."

turning on your heel, you walked up the path to your front door, letting Toji follow you if he really wanted to.

he walked past you onto the marble floors, his dress shoes clicked to a stop, and you let the door slam shut behind him.

"What? Is there something you came here for, Mr. Fushiguro?"

he sucked his teeth in a sneer, "I think ya' know the fuckin' answer. Don't act all high n' mighty now, brat."

your eyebrow quirked in interest, "Brat? That's rich coming from you, isn't it?" you looked him up and down and rolled your eyes, dismissing his presence and strolling past him and up the stairs to your bedroom.

there was a constant beat of dominance pounding in your head as you got to your bedroom, leaving the door open. you felt almost suffocated with the high of how sinister the scenarios of your head became.

stripping down slowly, from your white button up to your tight black pants. swinging around on your heel, you caught Toji staring you dead in the eye. he was standing by the door enthralled and his eyes lost. now your attention came to his clothing, peaking at every corner of his body shamelessly. he wore an expensive looking black button up shirt that was a size too small for him and paired it with some loose dress pants he must have thrown on from somewhere.

you didn't wear a fancy lingerie set under your regular clothes, but now you just stood staring at him arrogantly with your arms folded, wearing nothing but your bra and panties. Toji approached your space, cautiously and grunted in annoyance at you blatantly checking him out. he took off his dress shoes before approaching you, pressing up against your figure and looking down at you as if to present a challenge.

offering him but a teasing smile, you nicked the cigarette from his lips and padding over to the bedside table where you left it, lit a candle that was besides it. opening the drawer, you gave Toji a look over the shoulder at his curiosity and chuckled under your breath. then, you pulled out a long set of black ropes. Toji was a muscular man; broad chest, strong arms and you were quite sure he could bench press you if he wanted to. you needed a lot of rope for him.

"Toji," the man looked startled at the use of his first name, eyes widening in a scornful stare at you, "Why don't you c'mere?" you held the ropes near you and bat your eyelashes at him. he began to undress, getting the hint. first unbuttoned his black shirt; then slipping out of his dress pants and after staring at you in just his boxers for a beat, he slid off his boxers too and covered himself.

the man fought a light dust of blush forming on his permanently frowning face and swallowed his pride to walk over to you.

"Are you good at taking orders, Toji?" he dragged his tongue across his teeth and lips.

"I'll do as I please." you hummed, unphased and drawled, "Maybe you should get on the fuckin' bed for now then, hm?" his eye twitched.

following your word, he pressed himself into your plush, soft bed and situated his back against the pillows near your headboard. easily, you took him by surprise and gripped his arms, his body tensing as he let you tie loops of rope around his arms and shoulders. then, connecting it to rope that knotted around his large thighs and calves. when the ropes were wrapped around him in the way you liked, you pulled it tight, and it forced his legs to spread open and had him leaning his ass to rest back on his ankles. shoulders and arms held back to make his chest more prominent, and his cock was half hard and on full display; his balls were heavy and straining against the rope passing below his sack.

"Hm, " you crawled back from him to look at your work, he was wrapped up like a present and you sighed in content, "You're a bad man, ain't you Toji?"

"A bad... bad man n' I'm gonna' milk you for all the restraint you got, hm?" he wet his lips again, shifting on his knees, his cock was fully hard now and leaning against his abdominals, precum sticking white spots onto his belly.

"Look at you man, nice Christian man..." you pushed yourself into the soft sheets, eyeing him desperately. his nipples were hard with the cold air, and he kept licking his drying lips and his adam's apple bobbed deep.

"Nice, holy man, tied up like a little bitch, huh?" you laughed a little at him and bit your lip in innocence at his frown of annoyance.

"What? You mad? Your dick doesn't act like it though... you're fuckin' dripping." your eyes were glued to his dick. maybe it did look a little angry at you too, the tip red and if it were inside, you it'd be pulsating.

you crawled closer towards him, pulling yourself onto his muscular thighs like a seat and you played your nails at his neck and throat.

"Toji..." his yes bore into yours, "you'll address me by Ma'am. Got it?" your teasing tone caused him to scoff. "Like fuckin' hell I will bitch." Smack! a loud stinging slap cut him off and he stiffened in the position you slapped him to.

"Now you don't think you're in a position to argue, do you?" you looked down at him from your seat on his thighs, "How will you refer to me?" he stayed silent, then after a moment clicking his teeth and eyeing you from the side. "You're a fuckin' brat." another loud slap clapped and echoed through the room, tilting his head the opposite direction, and reddening another cheek.

"Are you gonna' be good, Toji?" a playful glint in your eye as he looked up at you and took in a deep breath, sucking in his cheek as you grabbed his chin to move his head around as you pleased like he was a doll.

"Yes Ma'am." oh he does look like a doll.

"That's more like it." you praised him, noting the way he keened at it and pressed a kiss on his forehead, then neck and another on his lips.

humming a little, you reached over him to the bedside table again and open the drawer, pulling out a thick, black ring for his cock. you heard the deep breath he took when he saw it; you took his cock in your hands, reveling in the way your hand almost couldn’t wrap all the way around it and pumped him a few times. you bit back a smile, his deep breathing almost dipping into a whine, was playing over and over in your head. then, you slipped the ring onto his cock, making sure it was tightly placed at the base of his cock and that your fingers lightly brushed his tip. you went back to stroking. his eyes were glued to your hands on his cock, gripping him loosely but tight enough to pleasure him. up and down the shaft and rolling the spread of your palm over his tip and dragging your finger in his slit. "Ah, God damn." he sighed deeply again, his thighs would flex under you and his hips would jut out uncomfortably.

"Hm, I don't think he'd like that, Toji," you answered back. "Fuckin'– shit, please." he kept rolling his hips into your palm, seeking more and more of the motions you were giving him.

"What is that you want, Toji?" his eyes were slightly red rimmed and had the beginning of tears collecting in the corner of it. you slowed down your palms movements and he was breathless and panting, pushing his hips up faster but could barely move with the ropes. then you quickened it again and he was close, biting his lips so hard it could draw blood and eyebrows furrowed with beads of sweating collection on his hairline.

you slowed for a second time, earning a guttural whine from the man.

"Tell me what you want, Toji, and I might consider it." you looked him dead in the eye with a knowing look. he licked his lips and huffed out a breath. "Ma'am, I– wanna', fuck– cum. Please." the first word had shot straight to your cunt. a wicked grin grew on your face, and you stopped pumping his cock completely. Lifting yourself off him, you smirked at the way his eyes burned holes into your side as you leaned to the bedside table and grabbed his cigarette from earlier, putting the end in the flame of the burning candle. leaning back, you pulled off your panties with one hand, letting Toji watch how wet you were, like strings of spit webbing on your panties. you took a drag from the cigarette and pressed two fingers up against your clit, massaging over the bud slowly and lightly then applying pressure, again and again.

you released countless breathless moans, letting the smoke rise from your lips with your head tilted back. “fuck– don’t look at me like that, Toji, you’ll get your turn. Shit, you just gotta’ patiently– Ah! Like, a good boy.” You were close, stuffing your cunt with three fingers and curling them in a beckoning motion while Toji watched you. squealing, you came hard under his desperate eyes and smiled across from him, your smiles were anything but nice to him. puffing out another cloud of smoke, you pushed the end of the cigarette against his thighs, letting him tense up and his with the way you put it out and tossed it somewhere. You crawled back into his lap and stuck the fingers that were playing with your cunt into his mouth pushing them to the back of his throat and letting him gag on them.

“If you bite me, I’ll make things worse for you, whore.” you warned him, “you understand?” his eyes were glossy now, he nodded. reaching over to the bedside table again, you grabbed the candle from earlier, putting out the flame and tilting it over his chest, he stiffened noticing where this was going. the candle had collected a lot of wax by now, and so you poured it over his muscular chest, letting it drip down as far as it could and over to his nipple. he groaned deep and angry, letting out low moans at the burning sensation, biting down on your fingers. “Fuck!” a loud strike to his cheek cut the thickness of tension in your bedroom, and you’d pulled your fingers out of his mouth with a quickness observing the way he drew blood. dropping the candle somewhere randomly, you grabbed his hair with your opposite hand and tugged, hard.

you grinned, sinful, “you really are a fuckin’ slut, huh?” his lips were pulled up in a sneer at you, “you can’t follow some instructions Toji? Is that too hard for you? Lick the blood off my fuckin fingers.” Presenting him with your fingers slightly too far away from his face and forcing him to stretch his head forward like a pet and lick at your fingers. the desperation to fuck the shit out if you swirled in his eyes, looking at you like a dog without a bone and it was like you waved the bone in front of him. paying attention to his cock again, you pressed a finger up against the prominent bump of a vein running up the center of his length, squeezing his girth then bringing your hand down to the base of his cock. you let him shift in discomfort and want for more stimulation, taking the ring off him and spreading a long lick across the entire head of his cock. he was uncut. your tongue played at the slit in its head, and you let a glob of spit drip down from your tongue onto him them sucking it back up as you took the head of his cock in your mouth. only, the tip.

“Does that feel good?” you stared up at him through your eyelashes, he throbbed in your mouth the minute you looked up at him. “Yea– oh shit, you look so fuckin’ good.” You squeezed the base of his cock and kept sucking and licking and spitting on his tip, eventually keeping a slow rhythm that kept him on the edge of coming every minute that went by. Toji’s moans were loud by nature of his deep voice, rumbling throughout the room. You felt lightheaded and groaned on his tip, he looked frustrated and teary eyed. his eyes told you to get on his cock and ride him ‘till you couldn’t feel your legs, you were becoming equally as desperate as he was.

popping your mouth off his cockhead with a loud smack and grabbed your underwear that was thrown somewhere on the bed, stuffing it in his mouth, the soiled crotch side on his tongue. You licked your drying lips and crawled over him to the bedside table once more, rubbing your thighs together for friction as you did. from the drawer, you grabbed a bottle of lube and a small, bright pink vibrator. using Toji’s thighs for stability, you reached a hand under his balls after coating your fingers in lube and prodded at the ring of muscle on his rim. you felt him tense up and clench his ass when you pushed a finger in, you both shared a knowing look and you added another, fingering him loose and scissoring your fingers in his ass looking for his prostate. Toji swallowed his moans, thinking you wouldn’t notice, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What kinda’ man of God is takin’ it up his ass every night, huh?” you smiled up at him, “And I bet you let the bitches peg you too, yeah?” he groaned behind your panties when your fingers brushed his prostate and you smiled. grabbing the vibrator, you pushed it in while slipping your fingers out and made sure it was pressed up against his prostate before putting it on the second lowest speed. God, you felt high with want and stumbled off the bed, leaving a squirming Toji on the bed with the vibrator up his ass. You reached a cupboard in your room and grabbed a bottle of red wine and a glass, sauntering onto the bed again and popping it open. you poured a glass full, some spilling out onto the sheets with your unsteadiness before tilting your head back and downing it in one go. you filled it back up again, distractedly hooking your other hand behind your back to take of your bra, wincing at the cold air hitting your nipples that were between the two barbells of your piercings. Pushing your breasts up against Toji’s muscular pecs, you pulled the panty out of his mouth and poured the glass of wine down his mouth, half of it ran down your chests, staining red and you pressed your lips against his desperately.

his arms strained against the ropes, desperately wanting to grip the back of your head, your ass, your tummy, any part of you he could get his hands on he’d grope you with his big hands. Lip-locked, you tasted the wine on each other’s tongue in a sloppy kiss, desperate to taste and feel every inch of the other’s body. “Fuck– I need you in me.”

“Put it in– Please, put it in.” he begged, you turned the vibrator up and grabbed his cock, sliding it through your sopping cunt and pushing him past your entrance, sinking down on his cock with loud moans of relief coming from both of you. he was whining and moaning so loud you didn’t think he had it in him, mumbling incoherently at the stimulation to his prostate. your feet were steady on either side of him as you sat on his cock, knees straining to keep balance as you began bouncing on his length; his girth made you desperate to feel yourself split open under him.

“Shit! Oh, fuck.” Your hands squeezed his pecs, feeling the stickiness of wine and bumpiness of hardened candle wax on his skin, gripping the rope on his chest you pulled him closer into you then dropping to her knees as she bounced to take him deeper. “Oh my fuckin’– God.” his groans were loud, almost as loud as the sickening sloppy sounds of your cunt smacking down on him. you gripped the back of his head and dropped your weight on him, feeling his hot breath on your shoulder as both your mind and his went totally blank. Your judgmental façade had already dissipated, you weren’t that great a Christian yourself, not when his dick was this good. Toji’s eyes were blurry with tears and you saw stars, sticky white cream forming in the space connecting you both as you orgasmed and felt pumps of his come fulling you. he was still hard.

using your remaining strength, you pushed yourself off him, legs wobbling as you stretched to the bedside table for another time, pressing your knee against his balls, “you wanna’ fuck the shit outta’ me, Mr. Fushiguro?” he growled at the use of formal language and grunted with a nod. Turning back to the bedside table you grabbed a knife and started cutting the ropes off him, giving him some thin cuts out of spite to hear him hiss and curse at you under his breath. Toji stretched his muscles slowly and hesitantly, watching you toss the knife aside and having realized that you will fuck him up. then, after a moment of staring at each other, breathless, hot and horny, he gripped your thighs and flipped you both over.

you yelped at his strength, feeling him drag you down on the bed to meet eyes with him again, his hair was wet with sweat and dripped down into his face. crashing his lips down onto yours and driving his cock back into you again, letting it slide in easily with his leftover cum. you attached your hands to his back, scratching his shoulders as he pummeled you below him, you were flopping around like a ragdoll and at this point you were grateful for the amount of control he’d given you before.

“Holy– shit, you’re fuckin’ me so good,” he moaned at the praise and put his head down on your shoulder, biting your skin and pricking you with small, sharp canines. his ass clenched as he fucked you into the bed to keep the vibrator in his ass and he whimpered loudly into your shoulder. his thrusts were getting sloppy, and it was hard to keep his rhythm, you just lay there crying out when his cock hit you in a good spot and your vision blacked out for a second when your tummy recoiled and snapped with another orgasm. the tight clench forced another orgasm out of Toji, and he went limp above you, crashing down besides you on the big bed, gripping you when he passed out.

you stared at the ceiling panting and gasping, you cursed softly knowing what tomorrow was going to do to you and start kicking things off the bed. Toji’s muscular arm was heavy draped over you, but you shifted slightly to push the wine, candle, ropes, knife, cigarette, and clothing off the bed. finally, you reached over to Toji, the vibrator was almost halfway out of his ass so pulling on the silicone string slowly, you tug it out of him and threw it to the floor without bothering to turn it off. then, pushing your face into the corner of his neck, you let yourself fall into a deep sleep, deeper than you’d slept at all in the past.

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