#toxic toji

[tojipie]

cw: toxic toji, violence, jealousy

thinking about jealous toji who’s stomach drops every time you mention another man. jealous toji who stays quiet and digs his nails into the palm of his hand until blood starts to bead in the divots. until the bends of his fingers creak and whine from how hard he clenches his fists. until the feeling of your hand on his shoulder and you asking if everything is alright snaps him out of it.

jealous toji who holds his tongue while you continue to ramble on about all the fun you had. he rubs the scruff under his chin with a nod, telling you he’s going out “for a cigarette” like he’s not about to find this guy and twist his head off of his body to make himself feel better.

jealous toji who decides to nurse a beer instead and contemplate the ethics of you having a boy bestie. was he insane? probably. he trusted you.. but did you really have to let that guy take you to the carnival? i mean, toji was a couple years older than you, but not so old that he wouldn’t have gone with. maybe it was a generational thing. was it now socially acceptable for other men to take his lady out and show her a good time?

what, like he’s some sort of cuck?

a searing pain in his hand and a rivet of warmth running down his arm diverts his attention away for just a moment. this wasn’t the first time he’d squeezed a bottle so hard that it’d shattered in his grip.

“well god damn.”

[rissouu]

toxic ex!toji who heard news about your new engagement from mutual friends. it was spreading around like a wild fire, you were now mrs. satoru. just the thought of it had toji wanting to kill you, and the white haired bastard. you had to have done it on purpose.. you knew his hatred for gojo ran deep. you must’ve been doing it to get back at him right? no way he was letting this slide.

that’s why he had no sympathy when he broke into your tiny modern home while gojo was away, and fucked the absolute shit out of you.

“thought you could get away with that shit. huh?” his hand was clasped around the nape of your neck, slamming his dick into you from behind. “thought i wouldn’t be back to teach your little ass a lesson?”

your words were caught in your throat, you couldn’t do anything but sit there and take it. he was fucking you so good— too good. you missed this.

one look behind you had your pussy clenching even more at the sight. toji was in a trance watching your sweet little hole suck his dick in like it was nothing.

sweat dripped down his bare chest, drops of it hitting the tattoo of your name that was on full display. he got it years ago, and it was closest to his heart for a reason.

seeing it for the first time in so long lit a fire in you.. you couldn’t help it when you started throwing your ass back— matching the paste of his strokes.

“ahh yes, there goes my princess,” his large calloused hand slapped onto the skin of your ass cheek. “throw that shit back on me. just how i like it,”

your toes curled so bad to the point it hurt and your pussy was so sore from the countless times he’d made you cum already. but you knew toji, he wasn’t giving up anytime soon.

“m..mm toji, ‘m gonna cum soon baby. shit!”

the smirk on his lips couldn’t be any bigger, he missed this perfect little cunt. it was all his for the taking, just like it always was.

“gonna cum so deep in this tight lil pussy that you’ll go braindead.. finally come back home to me, where you belong. maybe give ya’ some pretty babies like you always wanted, right mama?”

©rissouu 2024

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[sutorus]

✰ HC: BEING IN A SITUATIONSHIP WITH THE JJK F*CKBOYS

DESCRIPTION: my hcs on what it’d be like to be in a situationship/fwb situation with the jjk men hehe

FEATURED: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. fem + afab reader, this is fully self indulgent i'm just taking my own shiddy experiences and coping via hot anime men, suggestive content/smut, pretty standard manwhore behavior, slightly toxic, not wholesome, kinda crack tbh, some mentions of degradation as a kink, objectifying women, just like the real thing lol!

A/N: LONG BUT READ! this will Not have an ending where you get together at least not rn these are just my hcs all in good fun ur just having fun ok ur not heartbroken everything is okay. they are not good boys here they are normal regular boys

GOJO SATORU

has way too many hoes. way too many

so much so that he gave up on remembering their names and just saves their numbers like “osaka w the hand kink”, “big tits shibari”, “slut from trig”, “hostess best bjs”

has someone’s boobs with his name written on them in sharpie as his wallpaper

says i love you when he cums inside and you never know if you should believe it

throws you off when he agrees to meet your friends only for him to flirt with them in front of you

takes you to the best clubs with bottle service, lets the girls sit on his lap and laughs when you get mad

pays for your ubers everywhere every time

into the weirdest shit like wearing your underwear laughing like a lunatic the whole time he’s fucking you then after he cums gets sulky and embarrassed

lays it on thick with the pet names, gives zero fucks if that confuses you even further

very public with you and it makes you wonder how many other girls put themselves through this humiliation just for the d

gets jealous about you being with other people and needs to prove himself by eating it from the back or something

fwb with gojo is just a huge mindfuck honestly he doesn’t take anything seriously and this is no different sorry! it’s fun tho!

GETO SUGURU

keeps it extremely platonic because he likes to tell himself he has a conscience

too busy for regular chit chat ignores your texts all day then hits you up when he wants to fuck

even more of a whore than gojo is which is why he makes sure not to lead anyone on he just does not need the trouble

answers all your personal questions about him with one word answers

he lets you choose the movie for netflix and chill at least! but will never remember it or the fact that it’s your favorite :(

cleans you up after sex and brings you water

has female hygiene products in his bathroom which is both a red and a green flag

lets you stay after sex and you just lay there on his bed watching him do stuff on his computer but he will not be talking to you

never calls you baby or anything when he’s fucking you just goes oh fuck yeah right there fuuuuck your pussy

genuinely respects you and has nice decent sex with you unless you tell him that you’re kinky

in which case he fucks you just how you want it and gets off on how turned on you are

not one of those guys who gets jealous of sex toys and holds the wand on your clit for you

likes to make you cum over and over and over again

fwb with geto makes your heart clench because he’s just such a gentleman but you got way too much competition to even think about it

NANAMI KENTO

a professional in every sense of the word

uses sex as stress relief

thinks he's too old for this shit but you make him feel alive so he fucks you like he can empty all of his frustrations into you

invites you to his apartment serves you expensive liquor and lets you initiate things most times unless he’s too pent up

can actually have very nice conversations with you

never has the “what are we talk” because he makes it clear he’s too busy for a relationship

lets you spend the night if it’s too late but solely for your safety/logistics

does your taxes for you but will not call you anything beyond an “acquaintance”

texts you happy holidays but does not know when your birthday is

gets tested consistently even though he’s not fucking anyone else and always uses a condom unless you beg him not to

eats you out because he thinks it’s relaxing and spends hours prepping you

the sexual tension is soooo thick when you two fuck all you can hear is grunts and growls and moans and wet slapping sounds and it’s so hot

has some random turn ons like gets bricked up when you’re wearing lipstick or stockings

fwb with nanami is very enjoyable and easy it’ll get complicated if you develop feelings because he does not want to date but who cares yolo am i right

FUSHIGURO TOJI

broke ass deadbeat dad why are you into him

absolutely nasty sex

you know if he had a girlfriend he’d respect her too much to do the things he does to you

dick game so bomb that you’re scared he’s gonna give you a child even when he’s wearing a condom

wants to fuck you every way he possibly can on every fuckable surface with zero regard for your physical integrity

eats his cum right out of you

ego is so big, grins so wide and fucks you so hard when you stroke his muscles

loves to eat pussy but only after he’s fucked you because he likes it tight and hot with minimal prep

doesn’t follow you on any social media but jerks off to your instagram pics

has like 3 different phone numbers and you don’t know why

has only let you come over once, didn’t let you shower after

no pet names but calls you a dirty whore and other degrading shit

loves it if you cry on his dick

doesn’t give a fuck about your safety sorry you’re on your own

has never told you his last name

one time you asked to see a picture of his son and he didn’t speak for 3 whole minutes

fwb with toji is the nastiest sex you’ve ever had truly it’s just sinful and everyone’s dark hidden fantasy half of it you couldn’t tell your closest friends because it’s just too much

a/n sorry

[floatyflowers]

Dark! anime DILFS x Reader

(Warning: Age gap/ (Y/n) is a legal adult)

Loid Forger

You fall in love with someone other than him? someone the same age as you?

This will inflame a certain type of jealousy within him.

Which might end up in him murdering your lover right in front of your eyes.

And then kidnapping you to live with him, Yor and Anya.

You are the new 'addition' to the family, a second mom to Anya.

"Don't worry, you will be safer with me"

Toji fushiguro

After his wife's death, Toji was left to be a single dad.

He was devastated until you, his kind and sweet neighbor, entered his life.

Everything about you is perfect, you even babysit Megumi when he is busy with work.

But there were obstacles standing in his way which were your friends and boyfriend.

Good thing, Toji slaughtered them the first chance he got... Now he can return the favor and comfort you the same way you did when his wife passed away.

"I can assure you that they are in a better place, besides, you can fully depend on me"

Vincent Phantomhive

The Phantomhive lord offered you a chance to become his mistress.

But being the loyal wife you are to your husband, you rejected the offer, before leaving in anger after accusing Vincent of being a home wrecker.

Vincent could have left it at that, but instead the idea of wrecking your marriage excited him.

So, being the queen's watchdog and an aristocrat of evil, he used his connections to have your husband get accused falsely of murder.

Which forced you in the end to surrender and accept your fate as the beloved mistress of the devious lord.

"If you have taken my offer from the beginning, you could have saved your husband from this tragedy, Lady (Y/n)"

Hikaru Kamiki

He planned on killing you the first time he saw you, but decided against it because he simply found you more beneficial to keep you by his side as a...

... prisoner or rather what he calls a pet.

Someone to satisfy his sadistic type of pleasure.

Hikaru might also get you pregnant along the way just to ensure that you stay bound to him.

I mean, he did have his first son at the age of eleven, the twins at the age of fifteen, so it would be amusing to finally have a child as an adult.

" I will take good care of you and our unborn baby"

[nikkento-writes]

“What are you doing here?”

You let out a sigh, knowing instantly who it is breathing down your neck as you peruse the refrigerator for a can of beer. If it isn’t his voice, then it’s his massive, overwhelming presence that’s a dead giveaway. No matter where he is, how many people are in the room with him, Toji just knows how to draw attention.

Without a rush, you reach deep inside for a can, not caring what brand it is. When you resurface, you turn to look at him, opening your beer with a snap, unbothered and unfazed to see your ex-boyfriend here, glaring at you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he repeats, with emphasis.

You take a sip, shrugging. “Drinking a beer.”

He crosses his arms, eyes narrowing at you. “Smartass,” he mutters under his breath. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

Rolling your eyes, you argue, “Says who?”

“This is my fraternity. Us breaking up means you’re no longer invited.” He looks you up and down, gaze particularly focused on your very, very short skirt. “Especially in that.”

There he goes again, clearly unchanged since the breakup. He always liked to police what you wore out, even though he had no issues parading around in skin-tight t-shirts and sweatpants showing off his big, bravado self. It’s no use arguing with someone who refuses to see the hypocrisy in himself. Feeling especially spiteful tonight, you say, “Well, Shiu seemed to think it was okay.”

He hides it well, but you know you’ve struck a nerve. There’s the slightest twitch in his lip, right where his scar is. “Kong invited you?” The words come out through gritted teeth, his fist clenching the beer bottle so tightly you think it might shatter. On second thought, maybe he doesn’t hide it so well.

You give him a shit-eating grin. “Yeah. And he told me to wear his favorite skirt, so I did.”

Now you’ve really done it. But Toji being the tough guy he is will never show you how much you get under his skin. He scoffs, leaning in so close to you that you feel his hot breath as he speaks. “You really piss me off, you know that?”

You don’t back down. In fact, you challenge him, pressing your mouth to his ear to whisper, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m wearing your favorite panties.”

As it usually goes with you two, the mood switches from seething anger to intense erotic energy. It takes less than a minute for Toji to grab you by the wrist and push his way through the crowd, stuffing the two of you into the frat house laundry room. He props you up on the washing machine and eats you out, the panties he bought for you on Valentine’s Day wrapped around his cock while he strokes it.

The story about Shiu and the skirt is totally false. You made it up to rile Toji up, knowing he’d want to make his mark on you once he heard it. He rips your skirt off, tearing it at the seams. “Toji!” you yell at him.

“Oops,” he smirks, tossing it behind him. “Guess you can’t wear those anymore.” He bends down to lick your clit again, slurping and sucking until you come, moaning his name. A few more pumps and he’s coming too, shooting his load all over your panties. “But you can still wear these,” he purrs into your ear, making you put them back on, soaked with his cum.

Despite everything that happened that led to the breakup, fighting and bickering over the stupidest shit, acting like assholes just to spite one another, you and Toji just can’t seem to stay away from each other.

[thatgirlri]

“What I look like asking him about another bitch?”

JJK SMAU Ft Gojo, Toji, Nanami.

Prompt: when you ask the Jjk men about certain woman you see, got the idea by that latto song-

Tw: mentions of nsfw activities so !!MDNI!!, Crack, swearing.

Reader is Poc so AAVE is used yall (sorry it’s how I naturally type 😭)

A/n: Yall I love SMAU SOOO MUCH! just thought I try it out! Lmk if yall like it!

[curseddollfaye]

boy, I can't wait to get next to you

“Giving you true love in abundance, uh-huh. Giving and taking because we're not a fling. Giving me faith that it's not another”

toxic baby daddy toji! x reader NSFW headcanon

ᥫ᭡ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! ty! please let me know what you think! ^.^ requests are currently open!! ᥫ᭡

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- Firstly, we have to talk about what’s under those sweat pants…

- Happy trail for days, thick thighs for days, back muscles that make you wanna mark him all up. He’s 7 inches soft and I would say 9 inches when he’s fully hard (he be all up in your guts to say the least)

- pink tip, veiny underside, you struggle to take him all into your mouth whenever you give him head. Often having to stroke what doesn’t fit or sometimes when you both are feeling it he’ll shove the rest of it in your mouth; muttering a soft

- “Don’t worry slut, I’ll make it fit. I always do don’t it?”

- He’s a dominate and would never let you sub (again, but that’s a story for another time ;) not that you would want to but Toji is just NOT submissive at all.

- his hands are on of your personal favorites. Apart from the looks of course. If he’s not sex on legs then you don’t know what.

- but you don’t miss the way the cashier from the grocery store slammed your eggs into the plastic bag whenever she saw you checking out with him happy at your trail…he knows he’s good looking too! which doesn’t help much when you’re green with jealously every once in a while

- Toji is 6’1 as established, he towers over you and you can admit proudly that you’ve always had a thing for big beefy men.

- SLUTTY LITTLE WAIST

- He was all muscle, obviously Toji likes working out! He likes lifting weights the most.

- you ask him to skip his morning gym session to lay with you he responds with a sly

- “Baby did you not see the way I was picking up up and fucking you last night? Daddy needs to be strong for his pretty slut”

- doesnt end up going to the gym and lays with you instead because you always get your way

- is very experienced! DUH

- Toji was a known bachelor. Before you he was with many women. He takes pride in knowing that he can satisfy a woman. Especially and strictly when that woman is you.

- Has mastered how to eat your pussy out until you’re gripping his head and crying out

- HE IS A MUNCH!!!!!

- Loves eating your pussy , breakfast , lunch and dinner. He’s not the slightest bit ashamed of it. Watching you quiver him and shake from the pleasure he was giving you did all sort of shit to his cock

- generous lover through and through. Your pleasure always comes first to him

- You will never forget on your first anniversary when he had you spread on the bed.

- Somewhere in Greece

-Thong shoved to the side and he really gave no fucks who was hearing from underneath the balcony

- the bastard had left the balcony doors open..which you hadn’t minded at first. Thinking it was innocent as the sun set and the soft breeze whipped through the silky lace curtains…

- “Gonna show everyone who this pussy belongs to, who makes you cry from how hard you get fucked…you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Toji had chuckled. Holding your legs apart and occasionally letting his hands wonder to grip your tits. The sounds of him sucking your clit into his lips and slurping all your juices into his mouth while groaning from your taste.

- you honestly were so lost in pleasure before you knew it he had manhandled you into the mating press and you were being fucked like you sinned

- LETS TALK KINKS!!

- No secret he had a breeding kink

- Lets be real it took you two year to have this man’s baby which you gladly did!

- Many nights were he’s had you with your legs to your chest while his cock drives in and out of you in a punishing pace. A white ring forming spring his base as your grip his forearms for some stability. Your creamy cunt squeezing him in so well.

- How could he not come inside you? And he does so with filthy words leaving his pretty lips

- “Mmm yeah you dirty fucking bitch take my cum. I’m gonna make sure it catches so you won’t think about leaving me ever again”

- “You want my babies? You think you’ve earned this fucking load? Come for me again and I’ll think about if you deserve it or not”

- “Gonna put my fucking baby into you so everyone remembers who you belong to, ohhh fuck…ahaha….m’gonna make your tummy so round for me. Making those fucking tits leak milk for our baby”

- he’s a big fan of titties

- but one thing Toji truly can’t get enough of is your ass

- worships it as if it’s his personal sanctuary

- you ALWAYS have marks on your cheeks from his bitting and nibbling whenever you two fuck

- because of this one of his personal positions is doggy, this man needs to hit it from the back

- eyes wandering down to watch your sss smack against his pelvis as he grins your hips and sets the pace for you both.

- has definitely pulled out mid stroke and buried his face into your soft pussy lips. gripping them fat of you ass cheeks back while his tongue wildly explored your wet cunt.

- you can only gasp and let out a pornographic moan as your eyes roll to the back of your skull “t-toji…daddy…ahhh!”

- loved LOVES coming inside you, but painting your ass with his white pearly cum is a bonus too

- also cumming on your face

- Toji makes you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and it’s because he knows you are. He knows men are lined up ready to be with you. Who wouldn’t!! Your a man’s dream and Toji has it in his head that every man that looks your way wants you

- It honestly offends him

- Which is why he always throughly enjoys coming on your face

- His hand moving quick against his cock, red tip leaking pre- cum begging for release, his other hand petting your hair, moving your hair from your face. His thumb slipping into your mouth. Warm muscles wrapping around his digit. You looked so innocent yet so fucking dirty at the same time. Your eyelashes fluttering against your tinted cheeks. His eyes wandering down to look at your plump lips. His thumb fully engulfed as your tongue swirls around it. Your start bobbing your head, mimicking you ducking his cock and his pace around himself starts to stutter.

- Toji swears he’s about to have a heart attack when he wants you tug your tank top down letting your tits spill out for him

- he cums on your face

- Is into taking pictures and photos of you, he keeps them safely in a password and Face ID locked folder on his phone

- is obsessed when you send him pictures while he’s away on business trips or conferences

- One time he had been gone for two full weeks, scheduled to fly back the next day.

- Toji’s had a glass shot glass up to his scarred lip, tossing it back, basking the feeling of success and new beginnings for him. He knew the deal would go off without a hitch. He was Toji Fushiguro after all, he didn’t waste his time.

- A light buzz caught his attention

- His green eyes peered up from his associate , who was happily chatting with one of the investors who was already sold on the idea of investing in Toji’s new expansion of nightclubs in Kabukicho. Japan’s vast nightclub, bars, and restaurant district.

- Picking up his phone Toji smiled at the name

- pretty girl

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- Typing in his password he opened up his messages, his jaw fell slack.

- A 15 second long video of you, your hands playing with your boobs as you sat back in the jacuzzi that he knew too well

- he had it put in your master bathroom shortly after you broke it off, he heard you saying something about being nice to have one to relax your muscles in. he had the money so, why not?

- His finger hovered over the play button, but not before quickly putting the volume all the way down and looked around to make sure no one was in near proximity

- we all know this man is possessive as fuck, doesn’t give two shits that you two are not together because according to Toji

- “tch….Technicalities baby…” he muttered to you when you remind him of the very (annoying) fact.

- his breath hitches when he presses play. Your hair is up, a few strands falling in front of your eyes, soapy tits come into view. Your fingers playing with the soft flesh.

- Toji at that point couldn’t be more jealous of soap bubbles in his life.

- He shivers and feels his pants tighten against his skin.

- The video ends with your smirk on your plump lips. Eyes saying ‘fuck me’ and of course he would if he was there.

- Toji mutters grumpily at your teasing, angry he couldn’t be at home giving you what you desperately need.

- His girl needs to be fucked and he’s away in another country , what an inconvenience for the both of you

- he quickly types a response before getting up to say goodbye to his brand new investors and excuse himself back to the hotel room.

- ‘naughty girl, you better be ready for me by the time I get back to my room or else you don’t come at all tomorrow when I get there’

- Although Toji is a very dominate man, he’s also the softest man for you. You bask it in, and sometimes you never want to let it go. Whenever he’s making love to you on the bed. Passionate sex filled with words of promise and sorrys. Toji lets himself melt into you as you moan into his shoulder while he whispers the sweetest words to you. It often leaves you wondering if you would ever find a man that was willing to give you as much as him.

- it scared the shit out of you.

- “oh fuck baby…babybaby…mmm….mean so much to me. Fuck ‘yer so perfect”

- “Cant ever be with another woman, you’re the only one of me beautiful…You’re the only one for me. This sweet pussy was made for me, takes me so well.”

- “I love you so much beautiful”

[kiirvby]

‘Cologne’

Gojo Satoru x Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings : 18+, angst, smut (only happens once), cheating, depressing thoughts, toxic, gojo being a walking talking red flag (sorry guys), happy ending though!

word count : 8,844 words (i was so bored!!)

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story will be under the cut, enjoy! <3

‘If you wanna go back home, leave the scent of your cologne… ‘

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ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ BACKSTORY

Satoru and I met when we were younger, and we had a lot of things in common. At the time, him and I were both pretty lonely people, and found each other, which led to us becoming pretty good friends. We started dating in high school, both of us thinking they had something special.

But, over time, we realized they just weren't good for each. Him and I broke up on good terms, but we were both a bit hurt, and it took a while for them to heal..

So what are we doing? Why are we doing this..?

After some time, our friendship slowly started to become something more. Since both of us had a mutual attraction towards each other, they started to use each other a way to get some stress relief. The issue?

Satoru feels a bit guilty, he knows that he has a partner, yet everytime he calls you to be with you, he just finds himself driving over to your place. He knows they both have a guilty conscience.

Despite that, the guilt doesn't affect us enough to stop meeting up. It's just a fun little arrangement, Satoru tells himself as an excuse. He hates how he finds himself constantly wanting more, when he should be satisfied with how things are right now. He tells himself he shouldn't be getting any deeper attachments than what they already have, they were each other's exes, and they're both pretty messed up in different ways. They were both aware of this and how it would never last.

Satoru has a girlfriend. He's perfectly aware of that, yet he still finds himself coming over to y/n. He's perfectly aware that what he's doing is morally wrong, and he does feel guilt about it, though it doesn't quite affect him enough to stop. He's good at putting up a front and acting normally around everyone, though he's struggling to hold down the guilt, shame, and regret he's feeling.

He and his girlfriend are actually pretty happy together. She doesn't know about this though, she has no clue that Satoru has been cheating on her behind her back.

He feels guilty knowing he's going behind her back and sneaking around, yet here he is. Still doing what he's doing. He just tells himself that it's just for fun, something to let his steam off, and there's no way he's going to develop feelings. He just has to keep this up until he either gets caught, or gets tired of doing this.

But he's not quite sure if he'll be able to get tired of it..

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ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ ACT 1.

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It was a sunny morning. The sun peeked out through the window shining brightly as the rays hit your iris. You look around seeing as he is next to you, sprawled out on his stomach, face pressed into the pillow. He looks pretty peaceful during his sleep. His hair is messy, and he's got his arm loosely around your waist. His skin is littered with a few scratches, and you can see a few bite marks on his shoulders from the night before.

He slowly stirs in his sleep, his arm around your waist subconsciously tightens for a moment before he groans. He rubs his face against the pillow, getting his hair even more messy. He slowly opens his eyes, which are still a bit bleary from his grogginess.

“Good mornin’” You say softly as you chuckled at the sight of him looking like this early in the morning.

He makes another noise, burying his face in the pillow, groaning. He's not a morning person, but he slowly lifts himself up, propping himself up using one arm while his other arm is still loosely wrapped around your waist. He blinks his eyes a few times, before looking over you, his eyes raking up and down your bare body. He can see all the marks and scratches he left on you last night, and he lets out a few more tired noises.

“Looks like I left a lot of marks..” He says, still in a sleepy and groggy tone. A small smirk appears on his face when he sees all the bite marks, scratches, and hickeys covering your body from his previous activities. He shifts his body onto his side, facing you, and his free hand moves over your body, gently tracing some of the marks with a feather-like touch.

“..You look pretty good like this..” He mumbles, his hand tracing your body for a few moments, before it moves to your face, as his hand cups one of your cheeks, his thumb gently brushing against your skin. He leans his face closer, and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his arm now wrapping around your waist, and pulling your body closer towards him.

“Well aren’t you sweet today..” You giggled as you ran your fingers through his hair lovingly.

“I’m always sweet..” He softly huffs out, but it’s muffled against your neck. His body presses close against yours, clinging onto you like a koala. His hand is still gently petting and messing with your hair, and he’s also nuzzling his head against your shoulder and neck. He’s acting a bit clingy this morning, as he’s typically not this clingy.

It suddenly hit you.. right. He only acts like this when him and his girlfriend fought. You should’ve known better. That’s the only reason why he called anyways. How stupid of you to think he might’ve actually loved you. How pathetic that you thought he would actually choose you.

He’s pretty much glued to you, which is unusual from the usual way he acted during these times. He continues to cling onto you, nuzzling his head against you, and his arms cling onto your waist like a koala. You can tell he’s more or less upset about something, and you have one guess as to what it is. He’s been here in such a clingy state before, and it seems as though another fight or disagreement has happened.

He doesn’t say anything and simply clings onto you, trying to seek some form of comfort. Judging by his unusually clingy behavior, it seems as though the fight or disagreement between him and his girlfriend is a bit more serious this time. His head is against your shoulder, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his arms are wrapped around your body, keeping you close to him and refusing to let go.

The moment was ruined when a sudden phone call was heard..

ring… ring… ring..

He groaned when he heard the ringer, and then he reluctantly untangled himself from you, and leaned over to the bedside table he placed his phone on. He checked the phone, and you could tell just by the look on his face that he already knows who it is that’s calling him.

…That’s the moment I saw his eyes shine. Those aquamarine orbs showing a hint of excitement…and love..? I wondered to myself if he ever felt that way towards my calls. A pool of jealously filled my chest but i kept it inside as I listened into his call.

“Hey..” He answered the call, and his tone is surprisingly soft and gentle. It was a tone you’ve never really heard him use that much. It’s almost as though, he’s talking to a small child, or someone who he’s fond of, and he doesn’t want to upset them in any way. He had never spoken like that with you, and that realization stung deeply.

You quietly listened into his call, and you’re unable to help the jealousy that’s now filling up your chest. The way he’s talking to his girlfriend, the way he’s using an almost gentle and caring tone and being careful with his words with her, it stung you. You could clearly tell he has feelings towards her, and the thought of that stung much more. It hurt. It hurts.. why though?

He’s still on his phone, talking with his girlfriend. He’s now sitting on the edge of the bed, listening to her quietly. His back is to you, but you can see that his shoulders are a bit tense, probably with slight worry.

He’s still speaking in that soft and gentle tone, and you can clearly tell that he cares for her, and you can feel that sting again.

He’s talking with his girlfriend, and he’s lying to her about where he is. He told her that he was at a hotel room, and that he was trying to clear his head.

His words were a lot softer than usual, almost as though he was speaking to a kid. He was trying to keep the tone of his voice neutral, and was trying to avoid any further angering his girlfriend.

He listened to whatever his girlfriend was saying to him, and his expression softened, the worry seemingly subsiding. He spoke up, his tone a lot softer, as he said,

“I love you too, I’ll be back home in a bit, okay..? I love you so much baby, I’m sorry again.”

He agreed to going back home after the call, and he still had that same soft tone. He then hung up his phone, and he stood up from the bed, and started to look around, presumably for his clothes.

He’s trying to find his clothes around the room, picking up his shirt and pants, which were previously tossed onto the floor. He starts to slip his shirt on, and button it up, the same soft expression still on his face as he got dressed..

Does he even love me? Why does it have to be her.

He got dressed into his shirt and pants, and then he finally turned around to face you. His expression still has that same softness to it, but he seems to notice the expression on your face.

“..You alright..?” His expression is still soft and gentle, as he looks at you with a hint of concern.

“Oh yeah! I’m fine. Anyways, you leaving?” I asked him trying to change the topic.

He tilted his head, noticing the somewhat fake tone you used. He’s also aware that you’re masking how you’re truly feeling.

“Yeah, I have to head home..”

He responded, and walked over to you, he slowly leaned down and placed his hand on your chin, gently lifting it up to look at him. His touch was very gentle, and the same softness from his face still remained.

“I will..”

He softly chuckles. He’s still gently holding your chin, and he gently caressed your cheek with his thumb. His expression was still soft and somewhat fond as he looked down at you. He then slowly leaned down, and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

And just like that he left, and you’re once again alone. You’ve come to expect that he always leaves in the end, so you’re not particularly surprised, just a little bit hurt. You’ve come to expect his usual behavior, but that didn’t make it sting any less. It was still painful to know that he’d always leave and run back to his girlfriend, and never choose to stay with you.

The house seemed much more silent and lonely than usual. Without him in the house, it feels a lot more cold and empty. The only evidence of his presence was the marks he left on your neck, and the scent of his cologne on the pillows you use. Otherwise, there was no indication that he was ever here in the first place. It’s as though he was never here, and once again left you behind. No different from usual.

You can’t help but feel some sort of emptiness and hollow feeling in your chest. You’re used to him leaving, but the feeling of him leaving and not coming back never stopped hurting. You’re always left alone at the end after he’s used you, and you’re left behind once more, knowing you’ll always be his second choice, and knowing that he’ll never choose you over his girlfriend.

You say you love me, but you don’t mean it.

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ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ ACT 2.

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It’s been a few days since you last saw him, or heard from him. No calls, no texts, no visits. It’s as though he’s made himself disappear. He hasn’t made a single attempt to contact you or make any kind of effort to talk to you. It’s almost as though he’s forgotten about you once more, and left you alone to deal with your own feelings again.

You cried for days, questioning yourself as to why you’ve fallen for him when he treats you so badly. You keep asking yourself why would you love someone so much, only for them to just toss you aside. You start to despise him, yet you can’t seem to stop loving him. You want to push him away, but you can’t seem to truly let go.

Does he even truly mean those words he says to you? The words of love and affection, the “I love you’s”, the “You’re so pretty”, the soft touches and gentle words? Did he ever mean any of it? Was he only pretending? Did he only say those things to keep you wrapped around his finger?

The more you think about it, the more unsure you feel about him. You’ve fallen hard for him, and you keep wondering if any of it was real to him. The soft eyes he gave you, the gentle touches, the soft kisses, the sweet words he’d sweetly tell you; were any of it real? Or was he only using you for his own selfish needs?

The bed felt too empty without him. Having become so used to him being there, the absence of his presence on the bed as you laid down felt cold and lonely without him. The space where he’d sleep felt much more colder and bigger without him there. Without him to hold you in his arms or keep you warm, the bed felt too big and too cold.

Maybe you are selfish for wanting someone who already has a relationship with someone else. The fact that you’ve become attached and fallen in love with a man who already has a relationship with someone else is selfish, and somewhat wrong. Yet, you can’t help but love him even if you know you shouldn’t.

As you were lying on your bed in the room, an empty shell of what used to be a warm home filled with laughter and love, the rain was hard and heavy that evening. The only thing you hear apart from the rain and thunder were the sounds of the raindrops falling against the window and roof. It was a cold and desolate night, and the rain only added to the coldness of the already empty and dark apartment.

You were lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, when you suddenly heard a knock at the door. The sounds of the rain and thunder somewhat drowned out the knock, but you were able to hear it just right. You raised your head slightly, listening for another knock, and soon you heard another knock at the door once more.

“Okay okay! Jeez I’m coming.. holy shit..” I said obviously annoyed that someone was bothering my thoughts.

As you grumbled a little bit, and got up from the bed. You were a little annoyed that someone interrupted your thoughts in the middle of the night, especially considering the shitty weather today. You walked up to the door, and looked through the peephole to see who was on the other side.

Once you looked through the peephole, you could just about see his slender figure through the blurry lens. You could see that he was somewhat drenched and shivering a little bit, presumably from the cold and the rain. The rain didn’t seem to let up, as it continued to heavily pour outside.

You opened the door, and there he was standing in front of you. He was shivering a little bit, and he was a bit out of breath. His hair and clothes were mostly drenched in water from the rain, which was soaking him pretty good. He stood outside the door, looking like a dog abandoned out in the cold. He quietly spoke up, his voice hoarse and somewhat shaking from the cold.

“..Hey..”

What the fuck is he doing here? After weeks of ghosting? Why the fuck is he here infront of my door and most of all… why do i feel happy?

He’s standing in front of your door, after weeks of ghosting you and leaving you alone. It’s the middle of the night, and it’s cold and raining outside, yet there he stood in front of you; shivering, drenched in the rain, and a bit out of breath from running over to your apartment in the cold ass weather.

It’s pissing you off and you feel like cursing him out, yet at the same time, you can’t help but smile a little at finally seeing him again.

He slowly took a step closer to you, and suddenly pulled you into a hug. He pulled you against his chest, and held you tightly against himself. He’s still shaking a little bit, the cold clearly getting to him. He held you close, almost as though he was trying to soak in your body heat.

He buried his head into your shoulder, as he held onto you tightly. The cold was getting to him, and you could feel the coldness from his clothes and hair against your body. He just held you tight, not saying a word, and just keeping you close to him. It’s been a while since you last saw him, and you can’t help but feel somewhat happy to finally have him here with you again.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked him obviously surprised to see him.

He continues to keep his face buried into your shoulder, though a soft mumble could be heard from his cold, chattering lips. “..I wanted to see you..”

Right..

As if…

He finally picks up his head and looks down at you, the look in his eyes appearing strangely vulnerable. He stared at you for a few moments, his eyes almost appearing tired and worn out, before he spoke.

“..I missed you.”

“Bullshit. If you want to fuck just get it over with.”

He’s taken slightly off guard by your bluntness. He stares down at you for a few moments, his expression still appearing quite tired and worn out. However, after a few moments, a sly smirk appears on his face, replacing the more vulnerable expression that was there before.

“You wanna get right to the point, huh?”

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Right.. that’s all I was to you huh..

It’s better to have let you have me like this rather than not have you at all.

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ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ ACT 3

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He abruptly closes the door pushed you against it, pinning against with his body. He didn’t waste any time, and pressed his lips against yours in a deep and heated kiss. His arms were on either side of you, his body pressed against yours as he captured your lips with his.

He pushed against you even further, and deepened the kiss. He slowly slid his tongue into your mouth, exploring and savoring the taste of you. He pressed his body even closer to yours, trapping you between himself and the door. His hands started to roam your body, slowly running down your sides and resting on your hips, gripping them almost possessively.

He continued to kiss you deeply, his tongue hungrily exploring every part of your mouth. He pulled away for a moment, and then trailed kisses down the side of your neck. He began to press soft kisses and gentle bites along your neck and collarbone, not leaving any part of your skin untouched by his lips and teeth.

His hands continued to wander around your body, slowly caressing and gripping every inch of skin he could reach. He would occasionally bite or suck on sensitive parts of your skin, leaving behind faint red marks. He clearly wanted to leave a reminder of his presence on your body, even if it was only temporarily.

His lips were now sucking on your collarbone, leaving behind a bright red hickey. He gripped your hips harder, pulling you against his body even further. He continued leaving hickeys and marks all over your neck and collarbone, wanting to claim you and make you his, if only for the night.

He picked you up and carried you into the bedroom, not hesitating for a second to get to the bed. He carefully laid you down and climbed on top of you, pinning you down on the bed. His body weight was almost crushing, effectively pinning you to the bed and trapping you underneath him. He stared down at you, his eyes almost appearing hungry. He began to place kisses all over your body once more, and slowly started to remove your shirt.

He pulled your shirt over your head and threw it on the floor. He began placing kisses and biting down your chest and upper body, his tongue lapping and tasting everywhere it could reach. He seemed to be in a sort of daze; lust, hunger, and desperation clouding his mind as he left red marks all over your body.

His hands began to wander downward, slowly moving towards the waistband of your pajamas. His lips were still exploring and marking your skin; sucking on your collarbone, biting down on your shoulders, leaving no place untouched. His body pressed even further against yours, clearly trying to get as close as possible.

His hands slowly slid underneath the waistband, and his fingers began to slowly slide the pajamas down. His lips continued to pepper your skin with hot kisses, and his body still had yours effectively pinned down underneath him. He was taking everything he could get, and showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.

He pulled your pajamas down, and began to discard them to the side. He paused for a moment, staring at your body with hunger in his eyes. His breathing was slightly labored, and he looked like he was holding back with everything he had. His eyes roamed your body, almost as if he was trying to memorize every inch of it. He started to slowly run his hands over the sensitive parts of your body, his touch gentle, yet firm.

He looked down at you, his expression still looking very hungry as he stared into your eyes. However, his expression suddenly softens, and the hunger in his eyes is replaced by a look of vulnerability and affection. He slowly leaned down, and softly whispered in your ear.

“I love you.”

His words seemed genuine, almost a bit vulnerable even. However, once you heard them, they suddenly triggered a realization in you. It was as if you were suddenly jolted back to your senses, and you suddenly remember that he’s still in a relationship. He has a girlfriend, and what he’s doing right now is clearly wrong.

Once the realization hit you, you were suddenly taken out of the moment. You were snapped out of the daze, and you suddenly became aware of what you were doing. You suddenly realize the weight of the situation, and the fact that he’s still involved with someone else.

You thought back to all the times he’s come to you before. Every time, it was always after he’s had some type of argument with his girlfriend. It’s almost as if he uses you as some sort of emotional crutch, only coming to you when he’s got relationship issues.

You loved him almost obsessively, giving yourself to him whenever he came. You would do whatever he wanted, just so you could please him. You would give yourself to him, just so he would come back to you, even just temporarily. You were practically willing to ruin yourself just so you could stay with him.

You started to doubt your entire perception of love, wondering if this relationship was even healthy. You kept coming back to him, even though you knew it was wrong. You kept letting him touch and use you, even though you knew it was unhealthy. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop though, because you were so obsessed and addicted to him.

He continued to undress you, slowly and gently pulling away the last remaining fabric of clothing from your body. He was still kissing and nipping on your skin, and his hands were still roaming your body. However, you were no longer in the moment. You were lost in your own thoughts, and were barely paying attention to the sensations he was giving to you.

Despite your mind being occupied, you still made small noises here and there, as if to not make it obvious that you weren’t paying attention. You laid there, letting him do whatever he wanted to your body, even if your mind was elsewhere at the moment.

He continued to explore your body, leaving hickeys and bite marks all over your skin. However, he didn’t seem to notice that your mind was elsewhere. You still made the small noises, but they seemed almost automatic, as if your body was continuing on autopilot.

Suddenly you felt something big inside of you. It surprised you since you didn’t have any prep yet.

“Fuck!! Satoru…!!” You moan out loudly as squelching noises filled up the room.

As he finally entered you, and the sudden movement forced you to snap out of your haze. The feeling of him inside you made you realize what you were doing, and all the thoughts you had just a moment before start to flood back. He started to slowly move, his hips grinding against yours, and his eyes staring down into yours. His expression was filled with a mixture of pleasure and desire, yet he seemed completely unaware that your mind wasn’t fully present yet.

He began to pick up the pace of his movements, and his breathing slowly became more labored. Sweat began to form on his forehead and chest, clearly showing that he was slowly getting more lost in the moment. However, he continued to look down on you and stare into your eyes, clearly enjoying the expression you were currently making.

You looked like a slut. Taking him in like a fucking whore. I mean that is what you are right? Fucking a man who already has a girlfriend.

You feel yourself tighten around him as your pussy gets wetter. He slaps your aching cunt which made you jolt from the sudden sting on your clit.

It was too much for you. Your mind filling up with guilt yet you’re enjoying his cock filling you up as it fits in you perfectly. Your greedy cunt taking him in as you felt every vein and twitch on his member.

Tears formed in your eyes.. was it because of the overwhelming pleasure or the hurt in your heart realizing how pathetic you are? Satoru didnt care anyways and picked up the pace as he slams his hips into yours as you moan louder and louder.

He puts his hand around your neck and chokes you slightly as he’s telling you sweet nothings. “I love you so fucking— much.. fuck you’re so good for me.” He said as you put your hands on his biceps as he rams into your tight pussy harder and harder till you can’t think for yourself.

Your gummy walls being stretched out as he choked you.. it hurt.. it hurts so much.

“Fucking slut, you like this huh? Draining my fucking cock like the greedy whore you are..” He says while going harder

You accidentally cum all over his cock.. you squirt painting his pants. He didn’t stop though. You felt overstimulated and mewled and whimpered more. Tears fell on your cheeks as he kissed you deeply.

“C’mon baby, you can do it.. stay with me here.”

His movements started to become more desperate and erratic, clearly signaling that he was about to reach the edge. His breathing was heavy, and a soft layer of sweat was coating his entire body. He suddenly began to breathe out your name between his labored breaths, clearly getting close to his release. His grip on your hips started to become tighter, as if he was trying to hold himself back from crossing that limit too soon.

He suddenly gave a final, deep thrust, and then paused for a moment, clearly at the point of no return. He stared down at you, his face full of ecstasy and pleasure as he finally crossed the edge and reached his release. The room felt like it was filled with a moment of tense silence.

He then pulled out of you as his cum drips out of your tight cunt.

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ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ ACT 4

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It has been days since that night. Since then, you haven’t seen him, but he’s been lingering in the back of your mind. You couldn’t help but think about the last time the two of you met, playing it over and over in your head. His face, his voice, his body, everything about him had burned itself into your memory. You couldn’t forget how he touched you, how his body felt against your skin, how it felt to have his skin against your skin. His voice echoed in your head, whispering your name between labored breaths. The memories wouldn’t leave you, no matter how many times you tried to push them away.

You decided to go out today, wanting to distract yourself from your thoughts. You thought that going out of your house might help you forget about the memories that had been haunting you, and you decided to buy some flowers, thinking that decorating your house might help lift your mood.

You went to the flower store, and began looking around for any flowers that caught your eye. You thought that maybe buying some colorful and beautiful flowers might help brighten up the atmosphere in your home, and make you feel a little bit better.

You walked down the aisles of flowers, admiring all the different varieties of colorful blossoms. You looked at roses, tulips, lily's, and other types of flowers. They were all so beautiful and vibrant, and you thought they might make your home feel a little more cheerful.

After walking around the flower shop for a while, you made your final decision and bought some flowers. You picked a bouquet that consisted of lilies, tulips, and roses. They were all beautiful shades of pink, yellow, and white, and you thought they might help brighten up your home.

As you left the flower shop, you were carefully holding the bouquet of flowers you just purchased. However, as you walked on the sidewalk, you couldn’t help but notice something on the side. You spotted something that made your heart ache, making you stop in your tracks.

It was him, walking down the street with his girlfriend. He was holding hands with her, and the two of them were casually talking and laughing together. Seeing them like that made your heart ache, and a pang of jealousy shot through your chest.

You thought to yourself that this was exactly what you had been expecting. After all, you were just his temporary release. He had a girlfriend that he was seeing, and you knew that you were just the person he would come to whenever he was feeling frustrated. You were the one he would use and then toss aside without a thought later on, and you knew that you didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things.

After seeing him with his girlfriend, you made a silent promise to yourself that you would never initiate contact with him again. You knew that it would only lead to more pain and heartbreak for you, and you didn’t want to go through that again. So, you decided that it was best to just completely cut him off, and try your best to forget him.

You knew that it wouldn’t be easy to forget him. The memories you shared with him were still fresh in your mind, and he continued to linger in your thoughts. However, whenever you found yourself thinking about him, you would quickly shut your thoughts down, reminding yourself of your promise to not contact him again. You were determined to move on from him, no matter how hard it was.

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It had been two months since you vowed to stop talking to him, and you haven’t initiated contact since then. However, he seemed to message you or call occasionally, probably wanting to see you again. But, you were determined to keep your promise, and you wouldn’t answer him or give in to his messages. Even if you desperately missed him, you wouldn’t give in to your feelings.

Every time he called or messaged, you would see his name pop up on your phone screen, and your heart would ache. But, you would remind yourself of your promise and refuse to give in. Even if you desperately longed to hear his voice and see his face again, you would hold yourself back, knowing it would only lead to more hurt in the end.

Until one night, you were at home just relaxing and doing some things around the house. Suddenly, you were interrupted by a loud knocking on your door, drawing you out of your thoughts. Curious as to who it could be, you walked up to the door and looked through the peephole, wondering who would be showing up unannounced at this time of the night.

You leaned up to the door and peered through the peephole, trying to see who it was. The knocking continued, louder and more insistent now, as if the person was impatiently waiting for you to open the door. You waited a moment, trying to get a glimpse of who was standing on the other side before you opened the door.

You slowly opened the door, revealing the person who was causing all the ruckus. Your eyes widened as you saw who was standing there, and a rush of conflicting emotions washed over you. It was him.

He was there, standing right in front of your door. His tall figure loomed over you, and his blue eyes bored into yours. He wore a serious expression, looking somewhat frustrated. After two months of no contact, he suddenly appeared at your door, unexpected and unannounced.

You looked at him, feeling a mixture of surprise and annoyance at his sudden appearance. You wanted to ask him what he was doing there, but before you could say anything, he spoke up first.

“Can I come in?” He asked bluntly. His voice was still cool and composed, but there was a hint of impatience in his tone.

“Uh.. fuck it, go ahead” How stupid.

He nodded once, his expression still stoic. He walked past you and entered your house, looking around as he stepped inside. He stopped in the middle of the living room, and turned to look at you, his eyes taking in every detail of your appearance. The look in his eyes was somewhat intense, and he didn’t say anything for a few moments, just continuing to stare at you with that same, serious expression.

“You look good” He said finally, his tone still emotionless. The compliment caught you a bit off guard, considering you hadn’t seen each other in a while. You gave him a quick look and just shrugged in response.

“Why are you here?” You asked, a hint of irritation in your voice. You crossed your arms as you looked at him, waiting for an explanation as to why he was suddenly at your house.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly somewhat amused by your irritation. Despite your annoyance, he still looked somewhat calm and collected, which was probably pissing you off even more. After a moment, he answered your question, his voice still nonchalant.

“I missed you” He said bluntly, locking his eyes with yours. The honesty in his answer surprised you, and all your previous feelings of irritation and annoyance were quickly overridden by shock. You stood there for a second, completely dumbfounded as you stared at him in silence.

A sense of disbelief washed over you as you heard his answer. You couldn’t believe he just showed up at your door and said something so candid and direct. You stared at him for a moment, trying to process what he just said, before finding your voice and speaking up again.

“You’ve got some nerve showing up at my door at this hour, saying something like that!” You said angrily, your irritation coming back. You weren’t going to let him know how his words had affected you, and you quickly tried to cover up your surprise with anger.

“You don’t look happy to see me” He said tauntingly, his blue eyes still on yours. The smirk on his face was infuriating, making your irritation grow as he continued to tease you.

“You can’t just fucking come here every time you get into an argument with her! I— I actually fucking loved you.. and you used that to your advantage to just get what you want. I feel so stupid for ever loving you and you come back here to tell me you miss me? While you have a girlfriend?!” You said holding back your tears everything was coming back to you. All that effort of trying to forget was coming back..

He had been prepared for you to be angry at his unexpected appearance, but the words that came out of your mouth seemed to catch him off guard. Your voice rose at him, your irritation and emotion clear in your tone. He could see your eyes welling up, and the fact that you were holding back tears made his irritation melt away a bit. He was clearly a bit uncomfortable having this conversation with you, and you could tell he hadn’t expected you to explode so suddenly.

As you continued to yell, you saw the irritation on his face slowly melt away, replaced by a look of guilt and mild surprise. You could see his eyes widen slightly as you started talking about your feelings, clearly not anticipating the sudden confession. The smirk he had moments ago was gone, and he stayed silent for a while as you continued to unload your emotions on him.

“You really broke me, did you know that?” You continued to say, your voice cracking a bit from holding back tears. You weren’t usually an emotional person, but the sudden appearance of your ex-fling and ex boyfriend, the one who broke your heart, and now hearing him say the words “I miss you” was stirring up a complicated mix of feelings inside you.

He didn’t speak, just continued to listen as you spoke. His expression was impassive, but you could tell that this conversation was making him uncomfortable. It was clear from the look in his eyes that he was struggling to know what to say, and he seemed somewhat guilty. You could tell that he never took into account the effect he’d had on you after you two broke up, and you knew that he was regretting his actions now.

“So now would you please enlighten me on why the FUCK are you here other than trying to have sex with me!”

He was caught off guard by your sudden vulgarity, and the question stunned him for a moment. He didn’t expect you to just blurt out something that forward and direct, and he stumbled over a response for a moment before finally answering you.

“That’s not all I’m after” He said firmly, his voice still calm, but a hint of irritation was clearly there. He didn’t appreciate you accusing him of only being there to sleep with you, but he knew he couldn’t exactly say you were wrong.

“What? So you mean to tell me you actually love me more than my body? Huh? Is that it?”

He let out a scoff at your question, a bit of irritation in his expression. He didn’t seem to like where this conversation was headed, and he got defensive by how you were phrasing things.

“Why do you always assume I only want you for sex?” He asked, his voice sharp. He seemed somewhat offended that you thought he only saw you as a body to use.

“Because that’s all I am to you! Whenever your girlfriend argues with you, you come running to me and— you just.. you—“ Tears formed in your eyes and your throat felt like it was closing up.

Seeing the tears start to form in your eyes made him soften a bit. He looked at you, and his irritation seemed to melt away slightly. He didn’t like seeing you cry, even if your emotional outburst had pissed him off a bit. A part of him was also starting to feel guilty for being the reason behind your tears.

He let out a sigh, the irritation that was on his face slowly fading away. He hated that you were crying, even if part of it was his fault for showing up unexpected and unannounced. He tried to find something to say that would make it better, but before he could speak, you continued to talk, your voice cracking and tears rolling down your cheeks.

He watched you as you tried to continue talking, his eyes fixed on your face as tears started to well up in your eyes. Seeing you look so broken and emotionally wrecked made him feel guilty, and he regretted not anticipating how much his past actions would hurt you. He didn’t speak, just continued to listen to you as you spoke.

“I— I love you so much Satoru.. I let myself get used by you.. I let myself get hurt, feel like an object— but I still loved you. I just wanted you to love me too—“

He felt a pang in his heart at your words, his chest tightening at the sound of your voice and the hurt he heard in it. He hadn’t expected you to be so open with your feelings, and he felt guilty for what he had done to you. But he didn’t know what to say, so he just stood there in silence for a few moments, looking down at you as your words sunk in.

He felt a mix of guilt and regret as he listened to you confess your love and how he had hurt you. He was never good at expressing his own feelings, but he knew he couldn’t just stand there in silence while you looked so broken. So he finally spoke up, his voice soft but firm.

“I.. I never wanted to hurt you” He said quietly, a hint of guilt and regret in his voice. He took a step closer to you, looking down at you with a softness in his eyes he rarely ever shows.

“But you did.”

He hated the look of sadness in your eyes, and he hated that he was the cause of it. He wanted to take it all back. He wanted to reach out and hold you, but he knew it wouldn’t be that simple. He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath, before opening them and continuing to speak.

“I know I did.. And I don’t have any good excuses for my behavior. I’m a jackass, I know that. And I—I was being selfish, and I didn’t think about how my actions would effect you..” He said, his voice soft and filled with guilt. He was genuinely upset at himself, and it was visible in his expression.

The silence hung heavy in the air, as he watched you silently. He had never seen you this emotional before, and he didn’t know what to do to make you feel better. He wanted to hold you in his arms, but he felt like he wasn’t deserved to. He was the reason you were like this, so he felt that it would be wrong of him to try and comfort you.

“J-just go back home to your girlfriend, Satoru. I never want to see you again.”

His heart sank as you told him that, a feeling of panic washing over him.

“No.. I don’t want to go back..” He protested quietly, his voice almost pleading. He didn’t want you to push him away, not like this.

He stepped even closer to you, getting right in front of you and looking down at you with a desperate expression, his hands slowly moving to gently grip your shoulders. He looked at you with a pleading look in his eyes, not wanting to leave you on these terms.

“I said go! Never talk to me again, never contact me, never go here— just go!” I said loudly as tears fell from my eyes

He hated seeing you look so broken and emotional, and it pained him to hear how broken your voice sounds. He looked at you in silence for a moment, a look of desperation in his eyes. He wanted to say something—anything. But his pride stopped him from showing how much this hurt him. He looked like he wanted to argue with you, but he just took a deep breath and dropped his hands from your shoulders.

He stared at you for a few more seconds, his expression looking a mixture of pain and confliction. He clearly regretted coming to your house, and a part of him didn’t want to listen to what you’re saying. However, he eventually let out a deep sigh, and spoke up again, his voice defeated.

“Fine.. I’ll leave you alone” He said, his voice sounding flat and defeated. He looked down at you for a moment, before turning around and walking over to the front door. He opened it, then stopped for a moment, glancing over at you for a second before walking out and shutting the door behind him.

As soon as he left your house, the guilt and regret started to sink in as he walked back to his own apartment. He couldn’t get your crying face out of his mind, and the sound of your voice repeating over and over in his head. He didn’t know what he expected going over to your house that night, but he definitely didn’t expect it to turn out like that. When he reached his apartment, he silently stepped inside and walked over to the couch, before sitting down and sighing heavily as he ran a hand through his white hair.

“Is something wrong baby?” His girlfriend asked.

He heard his girlfriend’s voice and it pulled him out of his thoughts, and he quickly put on a reassuring smile, not wanting to seem suspicious and not wanting to make her worry.

“I’m alright, don’t worry” He said, forcing his voice to sound nonchalant and casual.

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ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ ACT 5 (final)

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Years passed, and Satoru continued with life as normal. However, you were constantly on his mind. He regretted how things ended between the two of you, and he hated the idea that things ended on such bad terms. Sometimes his mind would wander, and he would think about the last time he saw you. Remembering how you cried and told him to never talk to you again. It stung each time, and he would push the thoughts away and try to focus on his life. But you still ended up being on his mind frequently.

He and his girlfriend were out at a park together, taking a walk around the area as they enjoyed each other’s company. They were just having a casual conversation and talking about random things, having a normal couple’s outing.

Suddenly he heard a familiar voice.. it couldn’t be..

“Kana!! Hold on don’t run” The back of a woman was seen chasing a kid.. she had the same hair color as… could it actually be her?

A little 3 year old girl was seen running and giggling. “Mommy mommy look birds!”

His head turned to look in the direction of the voice, hearing the sound of a child giggling. It didn’t even take a few seconds for him to recognize the voice as yours. He looked over to where the voice came from, his heart picking up in his chest as he saw you chasing after a little girl.

“Tsk, daddy will get mad if you end up lost you know?” I said as I carried my kid.

He watched as you picked up your girl and held her in your arms, your words confirming that it was in fact you. He kept watching, almost too shocked to even say anything. He just watched, trying to ignore the way his chest squeezed at the sight.

His girlfriend noticed his expression and saw that he was staring at you and your child. Before she could even say anything, he quickly looked back at her and cleared his throat, trying to act nonchalant and hiding the fact that he was still in shock. He spoke up, even though he still felt a bit nervous

“Sorry, I just thought she looked familiar..”

His girlfriend just let out a small laugh, not suspecting anything, and just shrugged it off

“Oh, okay. She does look a bit familiar, I guess. I’ve never seen her before though” She said in a lighthearted tone, not knowing that you and her boyfriend used to know each other.

As your husband showed up, Satoru’s eyes shifted to him, trying to take in the situation. Seeing you pout as you spoke to him made his heart clench in his chest, and the realization that the man in front of you was your husband was like a punch to the gut for him. His mind quickly became filled with shock and a sense of jealousy as he watched the three of you interacted.

“Kento, do you know your kid over here was running around aimlessly” You pouted while pinching your daughter’s cheeks lightly.

“Well she’s just a kid. Kids run around all the time, it’s normal for them” Your husband said in a casual tone, smiling as he petted your daughter’s hair, clearly being a doting father.

“Well… can’t you tell her to be more careful” You sighed.

Nanami chuckled at your words.

“You worry too much. She’s just a kid, she just wanted to have some fun. Let her be more carefree, she’s still young” He said, sounding amused at your overprotective behavior.

Satoru had been listening intently, and feeling jealous as you and your husband spoke. He felt his chest burn as he heard your husband speak, and seeing how good of a parent he was only made it worse. The fact that you were with him and having a child with him made Satoru's stomach twist in knots.

He could see the obvious love and bond between you and your husband, and it only made Satoru's jealousy grow. He wanted to approach you, to say something, anything to get your attention. But he felt rooted to the spot, unable to move or speak

Satoru watched as you and your family left, his eyes following you as you walked further away. His mind was racing, torn between jealousy and heartbreak, not knowing what to do with himself. He ended up staying in the same spot for several minutes after you left, his mind filled with thoughts and emotions.

He managed to calm himself down after some time, taking deep breaths and telling himself to get control of himself. As he wrapped his arm around his girlfriend’s waist, he looked over at her and smiled, his emotions still a bit conflicted, but he tried to bury the feelings.

He knew that he had his own relationship and that he should focus on his current girlfriend. And as much as he loved you, he knew that he had to move on from the past. So he pushed his feelings aside and tried to remind himself that he was happy with who he was with now

Perhaps things didn’t work out the way they both imagined and hoped for. But sometimes life has a way of surprising us, and leading us down different paths that lead us to where we truly need to be. And even though it wasn’t the type of happiness that they envisioned, they both found happiness in their own ways, accepting the outcome and moving forward with their lives.

The end… 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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author’s note : i’m not used to making long fanfictions so i decided to challenge myself! i hope you guys aleast enjoyed it xx! have a nice day evryone! (≧◡≦)

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Most Wanted (Mafia Boss!Toji x Spy!Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]

"I’m gonna make sure you remember tonight and what happens when you fuck with a guy like me."

*IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: THIS WORK CONTAINS R*PE & NONCON SEXUAL ACTS. PLEASE MIND THE TAGS AND READ LIGHTLY.

Pairing: Toji Fushigiro x Self-Insert!Reader (Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You’re a highly skilled hitwoman. You’ve been doing this for years–getting paid to take hits on the wealthy and corrupt at your agency’s order. You figure taking a hit on the renowned Tokyo mafia boss Toji Fushigiro won’t be any different. However, things take a terrifying turn for you, and your skills are put to the test when you go undercover as a dancer at his favorite club and give him a private dance. But instead of killing you, Toji takes it upon himself to punish you and show you what happens when you fuck with him.

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+; Porn with Plot; Physical Fighting; Gun Play; Knife Play; Noncon/R*pe; Forced Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Forced Orgasm; Lap Dancing/Pole Dancing; Doggystyle; Spit Play; Degradation + Praise; Rough Sex; Choking; Hair Pulling; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Some Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Here you go lovely!! @curiouscutie143 I hope you & everyone other toji lovers enjoy this. I had so much fun writing this & I tried to make it as nasty as I could lol. I may write another mafia!toji thing in the future just cuz this shit was soooo fun. Enjoy! -Jazz

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“Peaches, you’re needed in the backrooms.” 

You resist the urge to smile as you turn around from your seat at the bar, sipping on some water after your dance and sweet-talking a middle-aged bank broker into his pockets. It’s important to keep up the facade.

“Comin’,” you tell your coworker and turn to the broker who looks ready to dive into your cleavage. 

“Sorry, but I’ve gotta run,” you sigh, acting apologetic. He frowns at you, making the wrinkles and lines in his face more evident. “But this shouldn’t take too long. Find me afterward?”

The broker puts his hand on yours, accidentally using the hand his gold marriage band sits on. “You’ve got it, baby,” he purrs. “I’ve got some dollars just waitin’ on ya.” 

He gives you a wink before polishing off his whiskey and walking away from the bar, leaving you to breathe and collect your thoughts. You turn to the bottle girl, waving her down. “One shot of Patron, please!” you yell above the music blaring from the overhead speakers. She nods, scurrying to fetch you a much-needed shot. It will be the first alcoholic drink you’ve had since your shift started. 

You suddenly hear a buzz from your right ear and instantly put your hand up against it under your hair. “V,” a gruff voice says into your earpiece. “Come in, V. It’s been 20 minutes since we last talked. Did you get him yet?” 

You scan the upscale strip club pulsing with purple and red strobe lights and booming with activity: businessmen and regular-degular customers tossing money at the dancers on stage who spin around poles and do splits in their thongs and heels.

“Target was sighted five minutes earlier, sir,” you whisper into the earpiece given to you by your agency. “He is currently in the backrooms waiting for me. He came alone. He made eye contact with me ten minutes ago, so he may be asking for me.” 

More like you made eye contact with him and had been since he walked in. He is impossible to miss with how tall and buff he is. His black V-neck tee stuck to his pectorals and abs while his jeans hung low on his hips.

You had expected he’d be flashier with his wealth by wearing obvious designer clothing, but you figured that he had to keep a low profile as well. Beneath the V-neck that hung from his neck, you could see the tattoos that roped over his chest just like his arms. The healed scar at the corner of his smirk as his green eyes scanned the place over told you that this was, indeed, your target. 

He stood between two bodyguards in suits half his size, giving off an intimidating aura, especially with the guns at their hips. But you’d expect nothing less from Toji Fushigiro, Tokyo’s most notorious mafia boss. 

He is powerful. He is wealthy. He is known throughout Tokyo and Japan for being the head of Tokyo’s infamous mafia gang, the spot being passed down by his father. He is also a criminal. White-collar crime, organized crime, drug trafficking––you name it, Toji does it. 

He is also known for his scare tactics on those who owe him a debt. He’s held man over bridges, threatening to drop them in the murky waters below. He’s pistol-whipped. He’s choked. He’s stomped. He’s jumped guys in alleyways and left them for dead. He is a man of his word. If he tells you he’ll fuck you up if you don’t give him his money in a certain amount of time, he’ll do it. 

He is the number one man current on your hitlist…and your agency’s. They knew it was a good idea to employ you, their top hitwoman, to Toji’s favorite club to take him out for good. Though he didn’t show up when you started at the club a couple of weeks ago, you knew it was only a matter of time until he showed up. 

And now, he is. As soon as he was in the club, everyone’s eyes were on him. Dancers scurried to the pole and backstage to change into their best outfits to milk him out of his pockets. Bartenders and bottle girls quickly wiped down counters and took care of customers as quickly as possible so they could tend to him. Your manager barreled toward him with complimentary champagne and a spot in the VIP section. 

As Toji walked with your manager, your eyes met across the room. They met again while he sat in the VIP section when he should’ve been watching a dancer twirl around the pole in front of him. Both times were fleeting, but they affected you completely. His green eyes, like mirrors to a forest, sent chills down your spine and made your stomach flip. His gaze was intense. Intimate. His eyes made it hard to relax or act like a normal dancer working her shift at the club. 

He seemed to know what he was doing to you or he was sizing you up because he would simply smirk and sip on his whiskey on the rocks and puff on his cigar, his soft lips forming Os and blowing the smoke into the strobe-lit air. You can understand why so many women fell for him, but you aren’t one of them. The tiny gun strapped to your hip proves it. 

Your real boss sighs in relief. “Excellent work,” he praises. “Unfortunately, we can’t see what you’re doing from over at headquarters and we’re still working on connecting the audio to hear what’s happening around you, so just fill us in on what you do next until then. All you have to do now is walk back there and complete the mission as we discussed.” 

You toss an arm over the bar, stretching your coffin-shaped nails along the polished bar. “Of course,” you reply with a smirk. “Don’t I always?”

The bartender returns with your shot and you down it at once, relishing the burn and the way it loosened you right up. “I’ll keep you informed,” you say. “Just stay near the phone.” 

“Be careful,” your boss says before the line cuts. You check your makeup in the bar before you get up from the bar and strut over to your beautiful, blonde coworker in her red lingerie and heels. “Hey, Yuki,” you greet her. 

She smiles at you and guides you to the backrooms where the wealthier customers usually take the girls to get a dance…or something more. Sexual exchanges aren’t allowed, but the manager never complains if they bring in more money. You and Yuki peer down the hallway to the double doors of a private room where Toji’s bodyguards stand. 

“Why the guards?” you ask, pretending to be confused. “Is the President here or somethin’?” Yuki turns you to face her, her eyes wide. “Even bigger,” she replies. “He’s the hot guy with the scar who comes in here often. He’s a mafia boss, apparently. Super hot, but very powerful. The bossman gave him his pick of any girl he wanted and he picked you.” 

You do your best to hide your smirk. You knew you had him. “Me?” you ask breathlessly. “Why me?” Yuki shrugs, just as clueless. “Don’t know, but I was sent out to fetch you. He’s willin’ to pay double the amount of a regular lapdance, but he didn’t say if he wanted it topless, naked or not.” She gives you a worried look, furrowing her blonde brows. “You sure you up for it, hon?” she asks. “I know you’ve taken high rollers before, but he ain’t even a high roller! He’s beyond that!” 

To sell it even more, you bite your lip, acting nervous but intrigued. “I can do it,” you reply. “Just hold my hand when you walk me in there.” Yuki obliges and squeezes your hand as you begin to walk toward the guards, heels clicking across the floor. 

“Target is in sight,” you whisper into your earpiece, turning away from Yuki and putting your mouth in your arm to muffle your voice. “I’m walkin’ to the backrooms now where he’s located.” 

“Excellent, V!” your boss says. “Just do it as we discussed. Don’t falter, don’t yield, and don’t lose focus.” The three rules of being a spy. You never forgot them. Finally, you come to the guards and Yuki smiles up at them. “I’m here with Peaches,” Yuki announces. “The girl Mr. Fushigiro asked for.” 

You plaster a bright, charming smile on your face. It must work because the guards budge and step out of the way for you. One of them opens the door for you and Yuki, holding it. “Step in,” he orders. You thank him and scurry inside the dimly lit room with an included mini-bar, a single stripper pole, and leather lounging couches. Toji currently sits in one of them, legs spread and eyes hooded as he puffs on a blunt and sips on his drink. 

His green eyes pierce into your very soul when he eyes you in the doorway. “Here she is, sir,” Yuki says. “Just as you requested. And she’s just as pretty as I told you she is.” She moves your hair out of your face, exposing your pretty false flashes, Fenty Beauty gloss, and accentuated features to the boss. 

Toji hums, liking what he sees. “Yes, she is,” he agrees. “Tell your boss thanks. He can expect some good business out of me once the night is through.” Yuki nods and gives your arm a squeeze. “Good luck,” she whispers before heading off. The doors close and you are left alone with your hit. 

Neither one of you moves toward the other, staying posted to your spots. Toji takes a puff on his blunt and lights taps it above the ashtray next to him. “Y’know, you’re mighty pretty up close,” he purrs. “I’ve been wonderin’ what you’d look like up close instead of across the room.” 

You finally look at him, noticing how big he is even sitting down. “So you’ve been watchin’ me tonight?” you ask. He nods, his eyes trailing down your form. “I knew I hadn’t seen ya before,” he continues. “I come here often and I would’ve remembered seein’ a face and a rack like that.” 

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Charmer, aren’t you?” you sarcastically question. 

He smirks at your wittiness. He likes that bite in a woman. “When I wanna be, but you’ll have to forgive me; the liquor makes me bolder than I already am.” His tongue jets out to lick his lips. “But you’ve gotta give a guy credit for bein’ honest and that lil’ outfit don’t leave much to the imagination.” 

You go to wrap your arms around yourself but then stop. You need to sell this and if you’re forced to stand here in a mini dress that barely covers your ass or titties with heels that could crush a bitch in front of your hit who also happens with me enticingly sexy, then so be it. Toji’s gaze softens somewhat, noticing your discomfort. “You are very beautiful, Peaches,” he genuinely says. “Is it okay if I use your name?” 

“Thank you, Mr. Fushigiro,” you softly reply. “And no, it’s fine. It’s what I’m known as around here anyway. I started here five weeks ago.” He nods, sipping on his whiskey. “Call me Toji.” 

“Toji,” you parrot, slowly striding towards the pole in the middle of the room, an overhead speaker playing soft R&B overhead. “You’re quite the man. The entire club seems to be in a frenzy over you.” 

His smirk widens, proud and cocky. “They always are,” he chuckles. “Don’t know why. This place gets plenty of people bigger than me all the time, especially international celebs. I heard Drake was here not too long ago.” You give a dry “mm-hmm” as you grasp the pole. Toji takes that answer another way. “What, you don’t like Drake?” he snorts. 

“He’s okay,” you reply, short and impatient. “So what are you here for? To talk or to watch me dance?” You wrap a hand around the pole and pop your hip out, waiting for him to give you an order. 

“Depends.” He sits up, leaning forward to get a better look at you. “What are you willin’ to do tonight for me? ‘Cause we can just sit here and talk. I wouldn’t mind hearin’ that pretty voice all night.” His green eyes gleam with mirth and a small hint of lust.

“Definitely a charmer,” you chuckle. “That’s fine if you’re willin’ to pay, though we don’t have a rate for conversation.” 

He laughs at this, the sound deep and raspy yet pleasant to the ear. He takes another puff on his blunt before he lowers it down onto the ashtray. “Then let’s cut to the chase,” he sniggers. “It’s $500 for a 10-minute dance, right? I want 20 minutes, so that would make…”

He begins to count on his fingers but then stops. “A lot,” he chuckles. “I’ll probably ask for you to strip though. Are you okay with that, Peaches?” 

You feel something flip inside of you at the mention of all of that money and how passive he is about it. Any girl working here would do whatever he wanted for 20 minutes! “I’m a stripper,” you reply passively. “What else am I gonna do?” 

Toji tsks, grimacing at you. “Damn, what kinda attitude is that?” he laughs. “A beauty like you should be more adamant about showin’ off her body. Can I offer you a drink to get you in the mood?” He nods at the mini bar overflowing with bottles of tequila, vodka, and liquor.

“I don’t drink on the job,” you reply. “Music helps.” You suddenly hear a buzz in your ear and then your boss’ gruff voice: “Give me the rundown, V,” he demands. 

You want another drink?” you ask. You nod at Toji’s empty glass and he agrees, so you walk over to the bar. To him, you’re seemingly looking for a bottle of whiskey, bent down to look through the racks. “With the target now,” you whisper. “Just waiting for the right time to attack. Give me a second.” 

Once the line goes dead, you walk back over to Toji and pour him a bottle. As you bend down, you give him an ample view of your titties much to his enjoyment. As you do, you slip the gun out of your dress and place it under the couch where only you can find it. Once done, you leave the bottle with him, and step back, hands on your hips. He sits back against the couch, preparing for the show. “Whenever you’re ready, darlin’,” he purrs, his eyes filled with obvious lust and attraction. 

With a slow song playing above and the lights dipping into an almost ominous red shade, you begin to move to the beat. You roll your hips, swaying them side to side and front to back, almost as if you’re grinding on Toji despite him being several feet away from you. You let the music take control of you as you grasp the pole and begin to grind against it, dipping low to wind your ass in his face. 

You do a few tricks on the pole for him–jumping and spinning around it, your thighs wrapped tight around the metal pole; squatting and lifting up your dress to bounce your ass, etc.–before you turn to look at him over your shoulder, flipping your hair. Toji’s eyes are hooded and lustful, all from the weed, the whiskey, and the effect you’re having on him. Despite the situation, it feels good to have an attractive man ogle at your plump frame. 

“Take off the dress,” he demands, a slight growl in his voice. You don’t turn to face him, instead still facing the wall as you carefully unzip the back of your dress. The thin piece of clothing falls off of your body, revealing all of your rolls, curves, and the matching glittery bra and thong set. 

“Shit!” Toji hisses, ogling at your asscheeks in your glittery thong. “Your back don’t hurt carryin’ that around?” 

You finally turn around and find him leaning forward, his hands clenching his thighs. “You don’t look like you’re ready,” you giggle, winding your hips and toying with your titties in their cups. “Did you talk too much big game, Toji?”

The boss looks like he can’t even speak, his scarred lips parted as he stares you down. “Goddamn,” he hisses. “How some horny fuck didn’t propose to you and steal you out of here yet is beyond me.” 

You give a light, tittering laugh, smiling down at him. “Well, if someone did that, I wouldn’t be here with you.” He looks happy with that response. You then twist around and bend over for him, giving him a full view of your full, round, perfect ass. “Can you handle it, baby?” you purr. “Can you handle me?” 

You quickly pop up and turn around, finding him shifting in his seat and gritting his jaw. “I should be askin’ you that,” he growls. “Come the fuck here.” Deciding not to tease him any longer, you strut over to him, feeling sexy and irresistible. It’s strange that the same man you were sent to kill is doing this to you. 

His eyes have grown several shades darker, reminding you of the deepest, darkest parts of a jungle. “Dance for me,” he demands. “Not on the pole; on me.” He opens his legs wider for you and pats his lap, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Though clients often get handsy when dancers give them lapdances here, you decide that it’s best to do as he says. 

Plus, you’d be lying if you said that you aren’t curious to feel him for yourself. So you place your hands on his thick, muscular highs and begin to roll your body before squatting down, popping up between his legs. You reach up to drag your palms and long nails down his chest, feeling up his abs and toned stomach. He allows it, staring down at you with a look that would make a nun blush. 

You then stand up between his legs before turning around and lowering yourself down into his lap. “Shit,” he whispers, watching the way you work your ass along his lap and the jean-clad bulge that has begun to make an appearance. You twerk and bounce on top of him before he takes a drag of his blunt, blowing the air away from you. “You ever shotgun before?” he asks, his lips close to your ear now. 

Your body grows hot from him being so close, the attraction ironically magnetic. Slowly, you shake your head and Toji chuckles, adoring your mix of cute and sexy. “C’mere.” You lean back and tilt your head up while he takes another puff of his blunt. He holds the marijuana smoke before puckering his lips up and leaning down as if to kiss you. Slowly, the smoke travels from his lips to yours in an indirect kiss that leaves you breathless and your head dizzy. 

You can’t deny it: you’re wet. Your pussy has never been this wet for any man before…and he’s the enemy! Toji seems to feel it too judging by the hard-on you can feel pressing into your thigh. You shift onto his knee and begin grinding your ass back, doing your best to not grind your pussy against his thigh. 

“So you got a name other than that stripper shit?” he randomly asks you. You are immediately taken out of your lustful haze, remembering why you’re here. “I don’t remember us talkin’ about personal shit,” you dryly reply. “I don’t give my real name out to men I don’t know.” 

Then, for the first time tonight, Toji touches you. His big hand lowers onto your thigh and squeezes. You don’t try to move it but you are alarmed. “Oh, but you do know me, darlin’,” he replies, digging his fingers into your flesh. “And I know you, V.” 

At the mention of your real name, you freeze. The world freezes with you, everything seeming to cease their existence including the music that continues to play overhead. But you don’t hear it. All you can hear is your own blood pumping loudly in your eardrums. Toji releases you and you quickly jump off of him, turning toward him. 

He just sits there staring at you, a humorous smirk playing on his lips. The smile is no longer attractive to you anymore. Suddenly, you feel disoriented. You feel like you may vomit or drop to the floor in your heels. Your earpiece buzzes to life again in your ear. “V!” your boss calls. “We just got the audio working again. What’s happening?” He sounds panicked, just as much as you are. 

Toji bares his pearly whites at you as he calmly reaches for his whiskey. “Ah, now them wheels are turnin’ in that pretty little head,” he chuckles. “You know, you dance almost as good as you lie. I can see why you were put here to go undercover.” He takes a sip and licks the remnants away from his top lip, still staring you down. 

“Ain’t that right?” he asks and it feels like a snake has just silvered up your back and sunk its teeth in you, paralyzing you. 

“Y/N, he knows!” your boss hisses. “Stand down! Don’t do anything stupid!” He continues to yell and scream at you about aborting the mission and telling you that someone will be there soon, but you can’t quite hear him. It’s like you’re underwater and he’s standing above ground, his voice muffled and murky. 

For a few seconds that seem like a lifetime, you and Toji stare each other down, waiting for the other to make the first move. Your body kicks into fight or flight, the freeze stage having already been awakened. Inisctively, you shift into fight mode. Quickly, you take the bottle of whiskey and bring it down towards Toji’s head, but he catches your wrist like it’s nothing. 

You grunt, wincing at the pain of his grip. “Oh, you wanna play, huh?” he cackles. “Goin’ against your boss’ little rules just to take me out? How cute.”

With a wail of effort, you swing your other hand at his head but he catches that too. Counting on this, you bring your leg up and kick him hard in the groin. He immediately releases you and lurches forward, holding his junk, giving you a chance to grab your gun from under the couch.

“Don’t move,” you growl, cocking the gun at him. “You move and I’ll shoot.” 

Toji, red in the face and panting, glares up at you. “Please,” he scoffs. “You act like you’re the first bitch that’s put a gun to my head.” Before you can blink, he is swinging the bottle at you. You duck which is a mistake because Toji uses that opening to tackle you to the ground. You struggle and growl, turning into an animal as he wrestles with you for your gun. 

He ends up winning, flipping you over and pinning you down to the floor with his body. “Get off!” you scream, still wriggling around. “Get off me!” Click. The barrel of your gun presses to your temple. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll make you regret it,” he growls. 

His fingers move your hair back away from your ear and pry the earpiece out of your ear. He snarls at it as if it’s nothing but a bug. “God, they made these things so much smaller now.” He stands up, keeping the gun on you, and stomps on the earpiece, breaking it. “Whoops!” he mockingly says. “They should still be able to find ya though. I don’t plan on movin’ ya to another location…if you don’t piss me off.” 

The gun clicks again. “Turn around slowly,” he demands. Despite your reluctance to do so, you slowly turn around and face him, lying on your back with your own shit pointed at you as Toji stands above you. “How did you know?” you whisper. 

He smirks, appearing like the Devil in your eyes. “It wasn’t hard, darlin’,” he chuckles. “Dancers don’t eye me up the way you were. You looked like you were out for blood, not dollars. Not to mention the gun I saw at your hip.” You flush, cursing yourself. You should’ve been smarter. Of course, he would know. He spends his days having people hunt him down. 

His smirk fades, his expression darkening. “Who sent you?” he demands. “And don’t lie. You don’t wanna know what I do with liars.” The gun cocks, his finger trained on the trigger. You glare at him, hating his guts even more than you had before you met him. So you weakly confess. He guffaws, shaking his head in disbelief. “Damn, those guys? They’ve been after me for years!” 

“You’re a criminal,” you hiss despite the gun in your face. “You only got this far because of you dippin’ your hands in crime and gettin’ blood on your fists. I’m here to stop you.”

Toji’s brows raise in shock though he’s intrigued by your stubbornness. He squats down in front of you, still pointing the gun at your head. “And how are you gonna do that, huh, little girl?” he asks. 

Not even thinking, you hollow your lips and wallop a glob of spit in Toji’s handsome face before quickly turning over and scrambling to the door. However, Toji is just as fast and has his big, tatted arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tight. You can’t elbow him anywhere because your arms are stuck in his, leaving you to kick and wriggle.

“Oooh, I love a feisty bitch,” he chuckles. “Makes it a lot more fun to break ‘em.” 

He begins to walk with you over to a nearby wall and slams you against it, knocking the air out of your lungs. You find yourself pressed against the wall and him who is equally as hard and unmoving as the solid wall against your front.

He shoves the side of your face into the wall while he pins your arms behind your back, causing your muscles to explode with pain at being stretched back too far. “Get off!” you cry. “O-Ow, that hurts!” 

Toji tugs on your arms again, emitting a weak whine of pain from you. “That’s what you get for fuckin’ with me,” he growls. “Now what should I do with you? Kill you? Leave your agency to find you here?” The gun once again presses against your temple, cold and unrelenting. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, tears pushing back the ducks. You can’t beat this. You can’t fight this. “Do it,” you sob. “Just do it!” You go limp against him, waiting to feel that bullet penetrating your skull and for the void to come to collect you…but instead, Toji takes the gun away from you, leaving an indent on your temple. “No,” he says. “I’ve got a better idea.” 

You open your eyes, confused but also scared. What else is he planning to do with you? Before you can answer, you hear the undeniable sounds of his zipper coming down and the clinking of his metal belt buckle. Your body instant seizes, fear flooding your insides.

“I’m gonna make sure you remember tonight and what happens when you fuck with a guy like me. Tonight, babydoll, you’re mine. You don’t have a choice. You’re mine and I’m gonna show you what that means.” 

With his belt finally in his hands, he trains the gun on you. “Put your hands against the wall and stick that ass out,” he demands, his voice void of all emotion. “Do it now.” Outnumbered and out of tricks, you do as he says, trembling as you do so. 

“Bad girls like you need to be punished,” he says before the belt comes down hard onto your right asscheek. WHACK! The sharp sound of the leather hitting the soft, jiggly flesh of your ass penetrates the air. It feels like fire has licked your skin and your knees buckle at the pain. “Ow!” you cry out. 

Toji cackles at your agony, finding enjoyment and cuteness in it. “What, that hurt?” he laughs. “You don’t like the pain? I’m sure a girl like you has taken plenty of worse things before.” He raises his arm and whips the same cheek twice.

WHACK! WHACK! You flinch at each sharp hit, each one becoming more painful than the last. “Hurts, don’t it?” he snickers. “Don’t you regret pullin’ that shit with me now, babydoll, hm?” 

He then proceeds to whip your left cheek, not allowing you any time to recover or breathe. 

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! You bite your lip so hard that you nearly draw blood, the burning of your backside too much to bear. “S-Stop!” you whine. “Please stop!” 

Toji’s big hands wrap around your mouth, covering it. “Don’t speak,” he whispers into your ear, his breath the scent of whiskey and mint. “You don’t get to speak. Just take it.” You have no choice but to do so as he wails on your ass again and again, the leather cracking like fire against your jiggly ass. “God, that recoil,” he groans. “I’m gonna enjoy my time with you, baby doll.” 

You don’t answer, too busy holding back tears that have begun to push at your eye sockets. Toji finally stops and tosses his head back to laugh. “Are you cryin’?” he laughs in disbelief. “Damn, and all from some spankings? And here I thought you were this tough bitch.” 

You burn with resentment and humiliation, but all of that is pushed aside when he forces you to stand up straight and tugs your arms behind your back. You begin to panic but don’t say anything as he tightens his belt around your wrists and locks the belt buckle around them. “Turn around,” he finally says. 

Despite your tiny sobs, you do so and face him. His eyes are hooded and dark with obvious lust for you. He uses one big hand to force you onto your knees, right in front of his open fly and hard cock that you can see pressing against his designer briefs. “I’ll give you somethin’ to cry about,” he growls. He points the gun at your face, specifically at your lips. “Open your mouth and suck on it.” 

His expression, dark and chilling you to the bone, makes you feel as if you don’t have a choice..and not the loaded gun pressing to your lips. Swallowing hard, you shakily open your mouth and he slides the pistol in. The metal feels cold and hard in your mouth, making you cringe. “That’s it,” Toji chuckles. “Take that shit, baby. C’mon, don’t you wanna please me?” 

Slowly, you begin to suck, hollowing your lips out against the gun. Though you tremble and shake, you squeeze your eyes shut and try to imagine the gun as a hard, warm, throbbing cock instead. Toji moans as if you’re sucking on him, watching your tongue swirl along the barrel and your head bob. 

“Fuck, baby doll,” he groans. “You’ve got such a mouth on ya.” He slides it in further, the metal scraping against your teeth, until he reaches your throat. You gag and try to pull away, but Toji grips the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, mama,” he snickers. “You don’t get to get outta this. C’mon, just open your throat and breathe through your nose. You can do it.” He continues to push and pull, the gun sliding in and out of your mouth, while you struggle to breathe. You can feel sweat pool under your pits and between your cleavage all from your fear. Toji’s finger isn’t on the trigger anymore, but it doesn’t matter. He could change that in a second. 

So you suck and you slurp and you bob your head up and down like a good little slut, staring him into his eyes while spit drips from your lips. Finally satisfied, Toji pulls the gun out of your lips now coated in your saliva. “You fuckin’ slut,” he pants. “Now I need to try ya out for myself.” 

He pockets the gun and, with one hand, pulls down his briefs. His big, long, throbbing, veiny, perfect-looking dick springs to life. It damn near hits you in the face, making you gasp. “Sorry, mama,” he chuckles. “He just likes you.”

He wraps a hand around his 12-inch dick, pumping it lewdly in your face. “So you finna stare at it or suck it?” he deadpans, but he doesn’t wait for you to answer or recover. 

“W-Wait,” you stammer.

That’s all you get to say before his cock is pushing between your lips and into your mouth. He releases a moan when he first slides into your mouth, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your wet mouth, soft lips, and tongue wrapping around him. Meanwhile, you’re struggling to take him. His girthy dick stretches out your jaw and your throat as he pushes himself in deep. 

“C’mon, babydoll,” he chuckles. “That can’t be all you can take of me.” He continues to push, filling your tongue and nostrils with the scent and taste of him. The walls of your throat have no choice but to accommodate his size though it burns and you gag as he begins to slowly yet roughly thrust into your mouth. “Maybe this will help ya out,” he says. Suddenly, he retrieves a pocket knife from his pocket and flicks it open. 

Fear flares into your stomach, making you want to jump away, but his large hand keeps you locked down on his cock. He presses the knife to your throat, chuckling as he does. “Careful now,” he warns. “You lean too close and that pretty neck might get sliced. I just wanna encourage you to do a good job.” He grips your hair and wrenches it up to look at him. “And you will do a good job for me, won’t you?” he asks. 

His tone makes it so you can’t refuse, so you say yes and allow him to force your head back down onto his cock before pulling it back. He does that for a while––pushing and pulling your head down onto his dick like you’re his toy while he uses your sloppy, wet mouth like it’s a fleshlight. “Fuck!” he shouts to the ceiling. “This fuckin’ mouth is heaven, baby. I hope your pussy is just as tight as your tight ass throat.” 

You gargle and mumble on his cock, causing pleasurable vibrations to travel throughout his body and his heavy balls that drip with your saliva. He continues to fuck your face and ruin your makeup, marveling at how beautiful you look choking on his cock. “Look at you, you little slut,” he dreamily sighs. “Makeup all fucked up. Hair ruined. You’re just a little mess for me, aren’t ya?” 

He slides his cock out of your throat and you take a grateful gulp of air, strands of your hair stuck to your wet lips and chin. He takes the knife and slides it along your chin, smirking down at you. “Now it’s my turn to taste you,” he murmurs. Before you can protest, he is picking you up, tossing you over his shoulder, and placing you on your stomach with your arms still tied behind you. 

“Please!” you sob, beginning to cry again. Toji straddles your ass, one hand massaging the globes of fat in your thong while the other holds his knife. “Please what, baby?” he mockingly coos. “I ain’t even touch you yet.” You then feel the cool metal of the knife dragging up your spine, sending shivers down your spine. “Time to get your sexy ass out of these fuckin’ clothes,” he growls. 

You flinch when you feel the knife drag up to your left shoulder where it cuts the bra strap. He does the same to your left one before positioning you onto your knees with your wrists slung over the couch arm. Your tits are now exposed, hanging like ripe, juicy fruit beneath you. Then off comes your thong with two swipes of the knife cutting through the thin straps. You sob helplessly as the cool air touches your sodden, wet pussy. 

“Damn, baby!” Toji cackles. “Are you wet from all this? You naughty little girl.” His middle and forefingers gently probe your entrance and slide up and down your slit, dragging unwanted moans out of you. “I’m gonna have some fun with you,” he chuckles. “Make sure you never forget about me.” 

He then bends you over the couch and proceeds to put his hot, wet, experienced mouth on your pussy while the knife stays pressed against your thigh. You whine at the feeling of his soft lips and tongue swirling along your clit and every sensitive part of you, opening your pussy up to more of him. He drowns in your pussy, pushing his face into it as far as he can and letting his tongue do all of the talking. 

You can’t stop the moans and gasps that escape you. The pleasure is just too much and too good! What a shame that a man who is so good at eating kitty is the same man you were sent here to kill. “Toji,” you moan, using his name for the first time ever. “Please…please!” 

Toji’s one hand massages and smacks your ass, becoming aoslutely obessed with it. “What do you need, babydoll?” he coos against your clit. “You need somethin’?” You nod helplessly though you have no clue what you need at this point. “Tell me you’re mine then,” he growls. “Say it and fuckin’ mean it. Say you’re my good little slut.” 

You keep your lips clamped tight, not wanting to swallow your pride or give up that tiny part of you that hates him still. SPANK! Your ass stings from his assault on your ass, his hand no doubt leaving a handprint. “Say it!” he bellows. 

At the blinding pain, pleasure, and delirium, you break. “I’m yours!” you sob. “I’m your good girl! Your good little slut! I’m everything you want me to be!”

Toji, pleased, presses soothing kisses to your burning asscheek. “Good girl,” he praises. “See how easy that was? Now you get your reward.” Suddenly, you feel his thick cock smack against your pussy once, twice, three times and then he is sliding home inside of you. 

Your mouth goes slack and your eyes grow wide as he begins to rocks his hips into, allowing you to get used to him. He is big. You can feel him stretching out every part of your cunt as he sinks deeper into your velvety, wet walls. “Fuck,” he sighs, one hand clutching your hip. “Not bad, babydoll. Your pussy is definitely the best one I’ve fucked…so far.” 

He begins to fuck you harder, faster, railing you as if this will be his last time doing so. Your moans and huffs of breath become louder and more intense the harder and deeper his cock plunges inside of you. “W-Wait!” you gasp. “Slow down! I can’t…can’t!”

Toji chuckles, watching your ass bounce against his pelvis as he fucks you. “Sorry, honey,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. “I couldn’t help it. You just sound so cute.” 

Your thighs clench and your body writhes as he rails you, unable to take this deep dicking into the couch. You try to move away but the knife suddenly sliding against your throat stops you. “Uh-uh, babydoll,” he growls. “Don’t run from me. I wouldn’t try it if I were you.” He then pops his knee up, his foot up on the couch, and reaches a part inside of you that makes you feel unimaginable pleasure. 

“Just take me like a good girl, okay?” he whispers. “You can do that for me if you wanna live.” You don’t have a choice in the matter, mostly because of the hold he has on your arms, pulling you back as drives himself forward again and again. The sound of your moans, his grunts, and the lewd plap, plap, plap as his balls swing against your overly-sensitive clit and his hips slam into your ass fill the air, drowned out by the music playing outside. 

“Who would’ve thought,” Toji pants into your ear. “C.O.D.E.’s good little spy gettin’ her brains fucked out on a mission, huh? I bet they’d love to see this.” His free hand releases your arms and yanks on a handful of your hair. “I bet they’d love to see you full of me,” he growls. “Full of this dick and my cum.”

He presses the knife deeper into your throat, just enough for you to feel the sharp, jagged edge of the blade. “You wanna cum for me, baby?” he asks. “You gonna be a good slut and take all my cum too?” 

“Please!” you whimper, losing your mind and all of your pride. “Please just make me cum! I’ll do whatever you want, Toji!” He takes the knife from your throat and replaces it with his hand, choking you as he fucks you stupid. “Then do it,” he demands. “Fuckin’ cum on this cock while I fill you up. Cum with me now!” 

“Ah, ah, fuck, I-I’m gonna cum!” you deliriously sob as he continues to pound into you. “I’m gonna…gonna–!”

You don’t get a chance to finish because your pussy has finally reached its limit and explodes all over him, your walls squeezing around him and your clit shuddering. You reaching your peak triggers Toji and he grips your throat and ass as he comes to a still, his entire body tensing. “Fuck!” he bellows, cumming deep, deep, deep inside of you. 

You gasp as you feel a rush of warm liquid flood into your pussy while you gush all over his cock, dripping down his balls. He fills you to the brim, giving you so much that it has no choice but to trickle down your thighs. He doesn’t immediately pull out though––he continues to fuck you, albeit slowly and sloppily, before giving your tit one feeble squeeze and finally pulling out of you. 

You weakly moan at the feeling of being empty yet used, your pussy twitching and aching. “Mmm, now look at that,” he sighs dreamily, staring at your cum-soaked cunt. “Now that’s a properly fucked pussy if I do say so myself.” He takes a handful of your chin, squeezing your cheeks together, and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Not bad, babydoll.” 

You don’t respond, too weak and too tired to do so. You’re too tired to even feel any amount of disgust for him and shame in yourself for failing the mission and enjoying the sex. “Let’s get this off of you,” Toji says, his hands unbuckling the belt from your wrists. “I’m gon’ need it for myself, anyway.” He releases your wrists and lets you lay on the couch, panting and coated in sweat. 

Your makeup and hair are ruined. Your underwear is in tatters. You feel used and fucked-out. You can only stare at Toji as he quickly gets dressed and straightens out his clothes, his cock still covered in you. “I’m sorry, baby, but I’ve gotta go before your people get here.” He gives you an apologetic smile. “But gimme a call since I’m sure you can find that out. Maybe we can do this again.” 

He then moves to the extra bathroom behind the couch and retrieves a robe which he covers you with. “See?” he chuckles. “I ain’t that big of an asshole.” He presses a kiss to your lips before bending down to pick up your thong. “Thanks for this,” he says, dangling it in front of you. “And the dance. I’ll cherish both forever.” 

You don’t say anything, even as you watch him leave, taking your thong and your dignity with you.

Then you are alone. At some point, you find the strength to stand up and wobble to the bathroom where you take a hot shower, washing the scent of sex and cum off of you. When you return, dressed in your robe, the door busts in, and your boss and fellow spies enter the room, guns drawn and masks on their faces. 

“V!” your boss shouts, instantly dropping his weapon and running to you. His eyes widen at your state, looking for any bruises or scars. There are none…that are physical, anyway. “V, what happened?” he asks. 

And as the events of tonight come flooding back to you at full speed, you muster up the most believable lie you can, clutching your robe closed: 

“He overpowered me.” 

[simplytips]

Toxic Bf Toji

Cw:Not proofread

Toxic Bf Toji: Who sits down at the table across from you on his phone watching hot model video while you try and start a conversation talking about your day and the hell of a day you had at work and him not listening just saying “Mhm” or “That’s sad”

Toxic Bf Toji: Who will stay put night at like 10PM calling and talking to girls beside you in bed and lie saying it’s his “coworkers”

Toxic Bf Toji: Who will make breakfast for only him and when you ask him where is your breakfast he’ll say “Fend for yourself” or “Go make it yourself” While your getting ready for work to pay for half of the shit in the house

Toxic Bf Toji: Who HATES public affection especially when he thinks the outfit you picked don’t look good whenever you try to hold his hand or kiss him in public he will pull away and look at you crazy (but will be all up on you when it is time to pay for something like dinner,drinks or something from the store pulling the “Love” or “Princess” card out knowing you like being called them)

Toxic Bf Toji: Who comes to the place to work(only to meet this girl he’s been talking too) to see your flirting? with this guy in front of him!?

He will literally try to get close just to hear what the hell is so interesting that this shithead is making you grin so hard and laughing really loud

Toxic Bf Toji: Who will sneak up on you putting his arm around you to show this shithead in front of you that your taken and have an “awesome amazing” Bf right here in front of you

Toxic Bf Toji: Who LITERALLY the second you two come home after that will whole incident will fuck you like his life depends on it (because it probably does why the hell are you talking to other men when you have the best one there with you???)

Toxic Bf Toji: Who will act all caring for a week and a half then go back to his evil ways like going clubbing at and coming back at 3am with kiss marks alllll over him

Dividers by @saradika

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Warning: Toxic relationship, Dub-con, Slapping, Name calling.

Model!Toji who didn't care or wanted to know you. You were just another fashion designer assistant, too boring to notice. Wearing a black pencil skirt and a simple white blouse, with your hair up, and nerdy glasses. Again nothing special.

Model!Toji who stared ahead as the make-up artist dapped lip balm on his already soft lips regardless of the cut on his lip. His light emerald orbs snapped to the sudden yelling and you poor thing was being screamed at for something as stupid as getting the wrong color but his eyes widened. Your hair was down, and the normal blank blouse was a bold color that made your skin pop, and those teary eyes, sparkled. His cock stirred to live.

Model!Toji who rushed off after you ran away, tears sliding down your cute cheeks. Who followed you into the restroom. This was perfect! You were emotionally vulnerable and would be so easy, all he had to was ask "ya okay, doll?" as he inched closer. "I can make the pain go away. What do ya say?" he smirked as he kissed your neck before kissing would a fiery passion.

Model!Toji wanted you to only be a fling, yet when he saw you shyly tucked your hair before your ear, smiling all cutely at the ground as another model flirted with you. An almost blind rage took control and before he knew it he was storming toward you and pushing the guy away from you, hard on his shoulder as the nameless model opened his mouth to complain but stopped himself once he saw the pure murderous glint in Toji's eyes.

Model!Toji who grabbed your wrist and dragged you into an empty changing room, threw you against the vanity and gripped your jaw harshly. "Ya think you can act like a slut and pimp yourself out, doll? Well, you gotta another thing comin'." He snarled, his other hand ripping your shirt like it was paper. "W-wait, no i-." you gasped as your head snapped to the side and your cheek stung as he slapped you.

Model!Toji growled "Lies." he pulled your skirt down impatiently and laughed as he spotted your slick-coated underwear "You are a slut." he pushed your panties to the side before standing up and pulling his pants down. His thick, fat cock twitched up your glaze, a pearl of pre-cum dripped for his hardened dick, and the tip such a pretty rose pink.

You screamed as he lined up to your entrance, and slammed into you, strong enough that the vanity shook below you. Your thighs were held against his hard chest, his hips rolling and grind at each thrust.

"You're fuckin' mine now."

[rissouu]

I HATE SLEEPING ALONE, toji fushiguro

he hates your guts but he always calls you to warm his bed.

“keep talking shit and watch how quick i kick you off this bed,” toji regretted even calling you now. it’s like every time he saw you, you always found a new way to piss him off. “oh don’t act like that! you the one always calling me over cause you can’t fall asleep without me..”

it was taking everything in him to not literally shoving you off the bed like he wanted to. luckily for you, he had a lot of self restraint. “ight, ill just start calling someone else then. since its such-“

“toji stop fucking playing with me, seriously. just go to bed cause you done already made me mad.” you moved away from him with no hesitation, he should honestly be happy you didn’t just leave him and go back home.

he chuckled lowly when he realized he struck a nerve, you were jealous. “im just playin’ princess, stop actin’ like that..” he grabbed your waist, pushing your body closer to his.

neither of you were ready to confess your love for each other just yet, but you both established that being with anyone else romantically was a dead end.

toji wouldn’t allow it, said something under the lines of ‘let me catch you entertaining any other dudes and y’all both dead, understood?’

not that you were planning to do that anyways, toji was the only one you wanted and it would stay that way.

“shit wasn’t funny toji, i almost slapped the fuck outta’ you,” the last thing you wanted was to find out he was talking to other girls, that’d just make you look like a complete idiot.

“daddy’s sorry baby, come gimmie kiss.”

©rissouu 2024

[boyimjustaloserforyourlove]

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[sassypossum]

Exes ♤ Toji Fushiguro x Ex Wife!Reader

To say the breakup had been smooth would be puting it mildly. Toji did everything within his power to make your life a deep pit of petty, dragging out the divorce proceedings as long as he could.

When you finally saw his signature on the papers underneath yours, you'd breathed a sigh of relief.

That's that.

Only it wasn't. That was only the first day of this weird back and forth you had with your ex. Toji would show up to your door every six months without fail - to bother you mercilessly, only to dissappear without a word when his...'charms' failed to work.

It was never a matter of you not loving Toji - the contrary, you'd never stopped. It was the fact that he never changed. No matter how often you'd bickering and argued his eye still wandered and he haunted the casinos.

A snide remark here about a bum tip, a terse comment about his 'wandering dick' there, and you knew your house of cards was crumbling. It'd have been well enough if it were only your relationship with Toji in the balance, but you had Megumi to think of - and you'd be damned if you were going to let him be dragged down into the mire of shit that was the toxicity that lingered between you and Toji.

Better he show up ever six months and see the acrid burn in your eyes and hear the acid on your tongue when you picked him apart. 'Couldn't find enough pussy to wet your dick or something?'

He'd be sitting in his rented car after leaving your house in a huff, only to palm himself with a pained groaned. He missed you, bitchy woman that you were. And oh...oh, how he missed that sharp tongue of yours. That flash in your eyes and those barbed words were still enough to get you worked up.

He knew what exited between you, the unsaid that would remain unspoken. But he couldn't walk away. Masochistic fuck that he was, in drove Toji crazy to watch you get all twitchy when you were pissed, and the way your hips got that little hitch in them when you were unhappy?

Let's just say there were more reasons than just his kid to keep hanging around...

[xythlia]

— NEON MOON

⤿ 2k event req for moje láska @darksisterswielder <3 I luv ur toji brainrot & im more than happy to keep it going mwah :3

mdni. possessiveness/jealousy + semi public. f!reader. bar scene. scammer reader & toji. emotional manipulation. reader likes playing mind game with him. creampie. readers in a skirt.

He hates that you're the brightest thing in this grimy hole in the wall bar. He hates seeing you drape yourself against this oblivious dolt, hates hearing your glittery laugh drift over to him knowing he's not the cause of it this time.

Its supposed to be the easiest ruse in the book: distract and flatter someone who looks far too inebriated to catch on, wait for the right moment to slip your hand in his pocket for a wallet, and then flit off with some excuse to enjoy more drinks and dinner on the oblivious suckers dime before they realize all their cash was snatched under their nose.

So just what the fuck did you think you were doing?

Tojis grip on the bottle in front of him tightened dangerously, the glass miraculously holding out against the pressure as his jaw tightens. He's trying not to look, staring would tip off the bar flies around him at the counter, but you're making it a superhuman effort every time you touch that guy a little too much, laugh a little too earnestly.

Before he can consider the action he's already up, stool of ripped upholstery shrieking backwards from the sticky bartop and he's too focused on you to notice the raised brows of the few other patrons as he stalks over to you.

You, all over this no name fuck like you really want to know him. It just makes his internal pressure worse seeing you grin at him, narrowing your eyes as he grasps your upper arm a little too firmly, pulls you into his side a bit more forcefully than necessary.

Are you fucking enjoying this?

Tojis got every instinct to beat this sap bloody, but for a brief moment he regains control and opts to drag you out into the cold air of the night instead, ruse be damned.

"I was in the middle of something, you know," you snap, grasping his forearm and bringing you both to a halt inside the little side alley behind the bar.

Its the way your fingers subtly rub against his skin that tells him this is some weird game for you, that you're fucking with him and getting him wound up for the sake of it.

"And now you're not," he says bluntly, pushing you against the frigid brickwork. "What the hell was so funny in there anyway?"

You giggle again, enjoying this way too much as your eyes scan his face, that smirk returning to your features as his breathing turns harsher than usual.

"Oh you know, I kinda wanted to see if he could work me the way he said."

Its enough to make him see red.

"But why the hell do you care? Isn't this all "casual"?" You mock in air quotations.

And sure, that's what you both said every time you'd end up with each other at the end of a night or whenever you'd pull small time scams like this but knowing he wasn't the only one to see you, want you, made something tighten in his gut. Something he really didn't like to scrutinize too closely.

Without a word one calloused hand cradles the back of your head, the other keeping you caged against the bricks as he captured your lips in a searing kiss.

For your part you know everything that's in that kiss, can practically taste the insecurity and the naked plea he'd never be able to force out of his throat. But it's alright, because at the same time you know it means everything and nothing at all. He's not a man of grand promises or declarations.

What you don't know is just how territorial he really feels towards you, how often he finds himself in this position but rarely lets himself act on it. He knows you like your fucked up little games, and often chooses to ignore your efforts to wind him up. But goddamn you could wind him tighter than a spring most nights with just a sideways glance.

If asked he'd probably say it's because you're the best lay he's ever had, something gruff and vulgar just to make sure you don't feel too self important and so nobody really picks up on the internal chaos you sow in him. And while that's objectively true, you had this same effect on him well before he ever threw you on his bed and had you clawing at his back.

His lips move to devour the side of your neck and you can feel how hard he is, fingers sliding through his hair and tugging as his teeth graze your skin. Its almost a shame he's not the kind of guy to put on this show in front of anyone, but it's satisfying for you nevertheless.

Eagerly you stroke your palm against his erection through his pants, adrenaline and arousal shooting through your blood like an injection at the way he groans against your jaw. The air no longer feels artic against your skin, if anything you're surprised it's not steaming off you as you start sinking to your knees on the filthy asphalt.

Before you get too far he's stopping you, pressing his chest to yours a little harder, urging you to wrap one leg around his hip as his fingers clumsily push your damp underwear to the side and rub forcefully against your clit.

The stimulation catches you off guard, like being given ever so slight electric shocks as the calloused pads of his fingers slide over your clit, his mouth hot over yours in a kiss that's all tongue, teeth, and desperation. It strokes your ego in a similar way to him stroking your cunt, making you wetter as he pulls away to fumble with his waistband.

The real prize of the games you play with each other is this: feeling him lining up with you, the girth of his head pushing your walls apart as every subsequent inch of him slides inside you and makes your mouth drop open as the pain of the stretch gives way to intense pleasure.

His pelvic bone smacks against you rhythmically, body feeling like it's on fire with the need to keep your soaked cunt clamped around him, how overwhelming it feels to be inside you every time. His other hand comes to grab the nap of your neck, forcing you to keep your eyes on him as his forehead rests against yours.

"Think he could've fucked you like this?" He grunts out and his gaze makes you feel more pinned to the wall than anything. But he doesn't let you answer, focusing his fingers again on rubbing your aching clit and drinking down every moan and whimper you let out against his lips while he splits you open.

What he wouldn't give to have that limp fucker watching you two right now.

The thought spurs him on, thrusts getting harder and sloppier, taking every ounce of self control to not immediately cum when he feels your walls squeezing him in a stranglehold, the way your pussy sucks him back in with every thrust and obviously aching to milk him for everything he's got to give.

And give he does, only holding out for a few more particularly brutal thrusts that have you mewling and digging your fingers into his shoulders before flooding you with thick spurts of cum. He fucks through his own orgasm, swallow erratic thrusts as he glances down, feeling nearly dizzy at the way your body takes him and the creamy ring of white at the base of his cock.

His grip on your thigh tightens, a smug smile painting his features.

Only fair that the prize for your weird little game is being forced to walk home with his cum dripping from your pussy.