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1-800-BRAT-WANTED. toji fushiguro

★ summary ★ toji takes a bounty worth $100k but he didn't expect his wanted target to look so pretty.

★ cw ★ f! reader, assassin! toji, switch! toji sorta, pwp, dumbification, praising, c.reampíe(s), degradation, brat taming, matíng préss, cowgirl, he‘s mean, spanking, poor toji gets overstimmed, breath play, oral (m), size kink, edging, humiliation, toji gets a leg cramp LOL, (pet names: doll, princess, sweetheart, little girl) wc: 6k

★ note ★ to the anon that requested this a while back, ilyy. also, idk where i went w this but i js ran w it lmao, k bye 🏃🏽‍♀️

“This you, ain‘t it?” Toji grumbles in a rough voice, and he stands directly outside your apartment complex. You stared at him in sheer confusion, your eyes glancing over at the long crumbled up beige-like wanted poster that had a photograph of your face along with bold black letters that read ‘DEAD OR ALIVE’ including the hefty amount that was way over one hundred grand. You gawked up at the tall well built man that stared right back at you with stoic bored eyes, wearing nothing but a tight fitted black t-shirt with loose sweatpants, a obsidian colored holster attached to his hip before he narrows his eyes. “I‘m talking to you, little girl. I expect an answer, you know.”

“Yeah.. that‘s me..” You mumbled finally, and it was safe to assume this guy, who you‘d later learn to be his name— Toji Fushiguro was an assassin. Here to eliminate you. You felt your heart race a little once Toji closed your door, and he stares around your house. As if he all of a sudden owned your place, the black soles of his shoes clanked on the wooden floor repeatedly as he looked around before turning back towards you— an eyebrow of yours slightly furrowed as you managed to speak again. “So… are you gonna like kill me now?” and then your eyes glance briefly near the right side of his chest where it revealed his name— “ . . .Toji?”

Toji steps all the way towards you, his hands ultimately buried into his pockets and you suddenly grow nervous from the haughty condensing stare he‘s giving you— your eyes focused towards the scar near his mouth, before back up at his face, long black strands of hair that blocked and occluding his vision — giving him a much more intimidating menacing façade. “Actually,” he mutters, attentively staring down at you. Before you realized it, Toji already had your back pressed up against the wall. “I was going to, but the thing is Y/N,” he spoke in a gruff voice, a low chuckle leaving his lips once he spots you start to avoid eye contact. The way he rolled your name off in such a way that had no right to sound so dirty was almost enough to make your knees buckle. “Killing you would be a waste. I‘d rather not do such a thing to such a pretty girl.”

Your face grew hot suddenly— scorching as you stared up at him with a cute perplexed look, your eyebrows slightly raising before all you stammer out was a, “But—” and he‘s giving you his full uninvited attention, only making matters worse. You didn‘t even know why you had a bounty on your head, the whole situation confused you nonetheless— but sure enough you felt yourself starting to throb. “But isn‘t the— my reward like over one hundred thousand..? That‘s a lot of money to just not—”

“I heard you, you know.” He abruptly cuts you off.

“Huh?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

Toji lets off a sardonic annoyed scoff, staring straight down at you before narrowing his jaded viridescent eyes. “Huh, nothing. You heard what I said brat,” and he lowers his head just down towards your height — teasing you fully, the strong manly yet sweet scent of cologne practically dizzy before Toji stares at your lips, then back up at you, “Before I came in, I heard you,” and he purposely emphasized his words, his voice going more low by the second as you blankly stared at him before you stared at him stupidly, knowing what he meant. “Heard you playing with yourself, doll. Think you forgot how thin your little walls are,” and then Toji tilts his head with a raspy chuckle at your now embarrassed expression before clicking his tone sardonically. “But I do have a job to do so,” and then he grabs your chin to make you stare up at him. “Let‘s get this thing over with, huh?”

You stare at Toji and he‘s slyly smiling at you once you make eye contact with him before muttering an cute apprehensive, “I wasn‘t— playing with myself!”

“Then explain,” Toji grumbles, before he lightly grabs your wrist, holding it up next to your face swiftly and his grip wasn’t too tight but firm. His voice was gruff and of sheer malice before he raised a brow, growing more and more amused. “ . . . Why are your fingers are all soaking wet? The sweet aroma too. Hmpf. I bet you don‘t even know how to please yourself. What a shame.”

You glared at Toji and he chuckles once you snatch your hand away— and even though you‘ve never met the man before, you‘ve heard a lot about him and without a doubt he was insanely attractive. He looked a lot more intimidating in person, green eyes just staring into you before you spoke in a almost shaky voice. “Wha- of course I know how to please myself,” and then your eyebrows wriggling a bit. “Are you saying you can do better or something, asshole?”

“Watch your mouth,” Toji coyly grins, bringing a hand to your neck, softly caressing the middle part to give you shivers— and he lightly tilts his neck again playfully. “But yeah. I know I can, little girl. Heh. I bet you don‘t even know how to make yourself orgasm,” and then as you were about to speak, he brings a plump thumb towards your lips, staring at you with a salacious gaze. “For a pretty girl though, you sure do awfully talk too much. I think I know a better way to keep that bratty little mouth occupied.”

And now— you found yourself on your knees for Toji, the guy who literally knocked on your door and allowed himself in so he could eliminate you for a hefty amount of reward money— only to be sucking him off. Toji lets off a low grunt at your hand coordinating with your sloppy mouth movements. Occasionally you‘d feel the tip of his thrash and and tap continuously against your throat to almost make you gag. “Fuck,” he‘d grumble, a rough hand on your head, muscles in his abdomen repeatedly flexing and clenching as you lightly swirled your tongue over his length. Toji‘s eye twitched a little, not aware of how good you‘d be at giving oral— and he lets off a low groan. “Good…. girl. Be nice and sloppy. Enjoy the fucking meal,” and you stare up at him— head bobbling and it was embarrassing how you felt yourself starting to throb over and over. “Get nasty for me, sweetheart. Don‘t… be scared to be a little whore for me, I don‘t mind, heh.”

You continued to take his shaft down your throat, and Toji watched you twist your head just a bit, cheeks hallowing while some strands of spit started to escape your mouth. “Mhm nasty girl,” he‘d grunt, you occasionally using a hand to maneuver and twist on his length as well with your pretty long lashes fluttering after each and every second. “That‘s my good girl. Use your jaw more. Relax that throat and take it like t-that,” and Toji grunts from the familiar feeling of his cock twitching, your tongue tickling and teasing the near edge of his sensitive frenulum. “Fuckkkk,” he mutters in more of a sibilated hiss— Toji‘s head sexily leans backs little as he still has a firm grip on your head.

“Now I think I know why your… bounty‘s so damn high. All because this filthy ass tongue,” and his breath becomes a bit heavy once he starts to slowly rut his hips against your mouth— you couldn‘t help but start to touch yourself, Toji grows more hard from the way you‘re stroking him, your hand following your mouth movements, even the lewd gagging and sucking noises being produced. You let off a soft moan with his throbbing thick shaft shoved down your throat, kissing against the roof of your mouth and his leg starts to bounce impatiently— chasing his incoming release. “Gonna cum if you keep sucking me,” and Toji draws in a sharp breath, thin nostrils flaring while pausing between sentences, “. . Sucking me off like that, shit.”

Your long lashes fluttered as the crown head of his dick continued to prod against your throat, tickling your uvula to make you gag. Toji grows more harder seeing how sloppy you were on your knees for him— glistening saliva dripping down your chin as you felt his excited twitching shaft spasming inside your mouth.

“Don‘t spill any, sweetheart,” he grunts, feeling you swirl your tongue— lips slightly parting around his girthy thick length. “Saved a big nice load just for my pretty cock-hungry target.”

Toji lets off a low ireful groan and it‘s so sexy how deep his voice goes once’s he‘s climaxing, it‘s enough to get you wet — as well as him lightly thrusting his hips against your mouth, feeling his shaft start to pour into your mouth. “F-Fuck,” he stammers, slowly sliding his tip out between your lips with a ringing ‘pop’ that reverberated across the room. He stares at you, your cheeks cutely chubby before he grips your chin, staring down at you with half-lidded, vexed green orbs. “Swallow, pretty girl. And stick out your tongue f’me when you finish.”

You happily swallow, savoring the taste and it tastes bitter— somewhat of a near sweet tang to it before tilting your head up, lolling out your tongue for him.

“. . . Good fuckin’ girl,” he purrs with an enthralling seductive gaze, the way his voice deepens an octave each time gets you to throb and it’s almost embarrassing. Toji then makes you stand up before dragging you towards his bedroom as if he knew the place by heart. As you walked with him, he lets off a haughty cackle. “You always this obedient?”

“Not really.” You replied, the both of you entering your bedroom and he then threw you on the queen sized mattress, softly landing with an oof.

Toji hums to himself amused. “That‘s gonna change little girl,” and you sit on your bed, staring openly at him sliding off his tight black fitted shirt. He was so buff, sculpted and chiseled that you couldn’t help but gawk. Your eyes roamed at Toji‘s multiple scars over his body, painting all over him like some expensive canvas. His spartan-like shoulders that were absentmindedly flexing once he took off his shirt and you were too busy kept up into your thoughts before realizing he was against you— a rough hand pressing on your tummy. Toji drags a soft thumb against your slit, snapping you out of your thoughts and it makes you whine. “Are ya wet, princess?”

“No.” You mumbled, and Toji‘s eyes flicker towards you before he gives your throbbing drenched cunt a light spank to make you let off a moan.

He grumbled, and you intake a breath once you felt him rub the swollen reddened tip of his hard cock against your folds. “Liar,” and the rasp in his voice only makes you pulsate even more between your legs. You stare at Toji slowly raising your leg just a bit to throw it over his shoulder, another big hand pressed on your tummy. You got shivers just a little from feeling the cold tungsten rings that rested on his fingers collide against your bare exposed skin. “So soaked like a filthy little thing. Hm. Let‘s see how many inches you can take. Your pretty throat did good so I can only imagine how your pussy does for me.”

“F-Fuck,” you gasped— one leg wrapping around his slim waist, feeling the assassin start to sink inches deep inside your pussy. Toji‘s got a smug grin spreading on his face once he watches your eyes already start to flicker a roll— he‘s considerably slow while seeping his length inside of you to where you‘re comfortable. The stretch is something you can‘t wrap your head around though, it rips out a soft lewd moan, especially once Toji leans further in close to you, sliding a hand up your shirt to clasp on your breasts that was shielded by your bra. “To—jiiii,” you slurred, feeling him start to move his hips. Your eyes couldn‘t stop staring at his body, the way his muscles flexed and the silver glimmering chain wrapped around his neck with his initial, practically dangling in your face. It moved when he moved— mimicking each other‘s movements as his pace of his thrusts felt so good your breath started to hitch quickly. “Toji. Fuck me h-harder.”

“. . Harder, yeah?” He purrs, as if he‘s mocking your whiney voice. As he‘s lightly jerking his hips Toji leans up close, sliding your bra off to lightly flick his tongue against your perky hardened nipples and you let off a whine— feeling him suck teasingly, green eyes narrowing at you before his pace picks up more, removing his lips with a soft ‘pop’ sound. “Taste so sweet. Now I really don‘t wanna take that money.”

Your walls clench and hug tight around Toji‘s shaft like a vice— the sloppy squelching noises filling up not only your room but your ears too. “Then don‘t kill me Toji— just.. just f-fuck me.”

“How ‘bout I fuck you now and kill you later, ‘lil girl? Sound like a deal?” Toji speaks through gritted teeth— the feeling of the skin slapping making him grunt lowly, both of his hands being occupied to grip onto your waist firmly, softly brushing his thumbs against your skin— his eyes meets yours, and he‘s got the exact gaze to match his voice. Purely condescending, smug and extremely arrogant. He grins once he feels your back start to arch all because of the edges and ridges of his cock dragging between your folds. “One hundred grand is a lot of money, princess. Dunno if I‘d wanna throw all that away for some sweet pussy.”

His words embarrassingly enough make you throb once you suck in a breath, being pounded into your own bed— softly gnawing at your lip before staring up at him. “You‘re not gonna kill m-me Toji.”

“Oh . . yeah? I‘m not? What makes you so sure?” He lowly chuckles, his pace a bit more luscious and sensual, rocking his hips like a chair that makes your brain so dizzy. Toji hit every spot and every angle, it only leads to you wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. The tall muscular man stares down at you— each time he lets off a menacing sly smile, the scar that‘s slashed into a slant contorts against his lips, and it‘s effortlessly sexy. “Please. Do indulge me, sweetheart.”

Toji smiles— seeing you nearly lose yourself on his cock, the way he‘s hitting you with deep strokes to drag out such melodic moans from your mouth as if you were singing in harmony. “. . Because,” you whimpered, his tempo growing more and more merciless and unrelenting, it‘s so good on how the feeling of his hips snap and stroke against you. His tip practically french kissing your cervix almost to where you can hardly comprehend let alone think straight anything. “Because… u-um…” You repeated with a hiccup, not able to drag the words out because of his thrusts against your twitching core, angry tip jackhammering and pummeling you to nearly make your break short circuit.

“B-Be—cause,” he mocks your tone, pitching his voice to match yours and he purposely butchers it, knowing that‘s not how you really spoke. It makes him smile. You writhe underneath him, dragging your nails down his back as he leaned close to you— in missionary now— the rough violent sounds of flesh smacking echos and reverberate around the room before Toji‘s deep laugh rings though your ears. “Yeah, that‘s what I thought. Can‘t think straight when you‘re getting fucked good. That‘s apparent. My dick‘s got you all dumb, huh doll?” and he brings a hand to your face, a thumb lightly folding your damp bottom lip— watching it part before the assassin catches you by surprise and pulls you into a deep sultry kiss.

Your moans slithered inside his mouth as you willingly kissed back, the very back of your heel seductively sliding down his back that was now covered with your scratch marks. Toji might have been pussy whipped by this point— he‘s never done this for a target before, he couldn’t pin point what it was about you but at this exact moment he didn‘t really care.

As Toji kept kissing you while being buried deep to the hilt with his shaft, one rough hand of his planted on your tummy while another gripped on your chin— his warm beefy body pressed against you, and you moaned, feeling his tongue slide just a bit inside your mouth. You could taste some of the alcohol he probably drank earlier, making him taste even more sweet. But that‘s when you abruptly pulled away, cutely squeezing onto his toned muscular arm while staring at him— the strings of spit departing as you broke away. “Toji ‘m gonna cum— T-Toji.”

“. . . Are ya now?” He coos in a teasing tone, his hips stuttering and sputtering— you were so loose and so incredibly wet, just gripping all on him and it made Toji grunt lowly, sexily grabbing onto your ankle before giving it a plethora of soft kisses. “Cum then, sweetheart. Go ‘head . . .”

Just as you were about to, you moaned, feeling Toji start to slow down— before he lightly wraps a hand around your throat. “I‘m kidding. You better not cum on me, little girl. Hold it.”

“H-Huh?” You gasped, not fond of the thought of being edged at all. Toji cackled at your response, your frail shaky legs tightly wrapped around his slim waist— capturing it in a almost near hug. The coiling tension that resided deep inside you, preparing to snap made your back arch more, you started to whine just to release. “Tojiiiii I can‘t.. gotta cum.. please lemme cum. P-Please.” And it felt like your nerves were on fire— glancing up at the assassin who kept jerking his hips against your sweet dripping cunt, he had a sly haughty smile spreading on his lips.

“Aww,” he purrs, leaning in to playfully lick a slow stripe up your neck before pressing kissing on your collarbone— which lead up to your neck again, then your jaw. You whimpered from his warm touch, a shaky hand grabbing onto his hair and running your fingers through his black dark strands. “I‘ll let ya cum if you think you deserve it, princess.”

You let off a choked whimper— eyebrows cutely furrowing together, your skin being prickled constantly by coolness air being created because of Toji‘s hard slaps against your cunt. “I- I deserve it, Toji. P—Please let me cum.”

“You forgot something else,” Toji slyly smiles, and you moan— your head slightly going back once he pushed a knee of yours to your chest for a more thorough and deeper angle. A cute pout tugs on your lips at his teasing, you just wanted to wipe that annoying smug grin on his face as he pounded you deeper into the mattress. “Ask me again, pretty girl. Properly.”

Your gummy walls clenched all around Toji as you whined, gnawing on your bottom lip as if you were thinking of what to say— mind completely in a frenzy from the way he‘s got your pussy transmitting into sheer convulsions with the girth of his thick cock. “Um…” You started, watching Toji teasingly raise his thin black eyebrows as if he‘s listening to what you‘re about to say. “F-Fuck,” you moaned, easily getting distracted by the spanks his hips made against your sweet cunt, getting you into a high— so dizzy, it was intoxicating. “Let me- let me cum Toji.. pretty please..” You stammered, feeling your own tight walls fluttering around him, nearly being pushed over the edge.

“Good girl,” he coos in a gravelly voice, slowing his hips just a bit— the rhythm making your eyes nearly roll before he glanced at you with low emerald jaded eyes. “Go on, pretty girl.”

Immediately your eyes nearly rolled way back into your skull, dissolving into pressure. Your cunt contracted around him and you‘re climaxing. It‘s even more of a dramatic ecstasy type feeling since you got delayed and edged— and it feels even more good. “F-Fuck Toji oh my g—god.” You spoke in a shaky tone, breath quavering with each word as he stared down at you with a cunning smile pressing against his lips. You could tell that the man was close too judging from how you felt him continuously start to twitch inside you— and the way his breathing patterns would change.

He grunts, staring up at you changing a few positions while he‘s fucking you— to where you‘re in a mating press. The stare he‘s giving you is so sexy, just using your swollen needy cunt like a flesh light, black strands nearly covering his eyes after each thrust— his weight on top of you, your arms around his neck as he leans close to your ear, speaking in a low raspy voice. “Where do you want me to cum?” And he licks yet another stripe up your neck— your knees nearly buckling as for your legs, they’re just in the air next to Toji‘s back as he‘s grinding his hips against you deep. “On your tummy?” He pauses, kissing your neck. “On your face?” He speaks again. “Or maybe your cute plushy thighs..?” And his voice lowers an octave each time, speaking lowly directly against your ear before giving your neck and collarbone more kissing. And then Toji stares at you, beads of sweat running down his forehead as if it was a contest of the sort, licking his lips seductively. “Or maybe,” and you suppress a lewd moan from leaving your spit-glossed lips, feeling the assassin nip a bite onto your neck. “Maybe you want me to shoot inside. You seem like the type. That and your pussy‘s practically telling me right now.”

“I-Inside Toji,” you nodded eagerly, both hands gripping onto his shoulders. Your voice was shaky and sweet— nearly about to feel yourself salivate from the thought of Toji Fushiguro— full known notorious assassin who was paid a huge wad of money to kill you— but instead he‘s here doing the opposite, remotely speaking you could say that he was technically murdering your pussy. “Need to feel you inside. Please Toji.”

“Okay little girl,” he tugs his eyebrows together, and he sucks a bit more on your neck— Toji just simply couldn‘t get enough of how sweet you were. “Take it then. I‘ll stuff ya nice and full. Better keep all the shit inside too.” he slyly smiles, bringing a kiss to your forehead. The gesture made your face burn a bit— but you tried to ignore it, surely it didn‘t mean anything— right?

Merely seconds later, Toji‘s spilling a thick load inside your cunt that willingly accepts it, he groans, feeling his inner gut tighten and you moan too— frail arms thrown around him as his hips repeatedly stutter and he‘s still keeping a pace but it‘s a little slower because of his release. “Shit..” he grumbles, falling into a high peaked crescendo from his groan. The way your cunt hugged him tight sent him on a frenzy. “Such a pretty little slut— taking my seed like a good girl.”

You whimper once he starts a pace again— as if stamina was nonexistent to him and feel Toji bring a rough hand down towards your sweet cunt to give it love taps a few times— and you were oh so incredibly soaked. You weren’t even sure if you could cum anymore after how many rough and raunchy rounds you went with Toji.

“Toji— f-fuck…” you babbled — and he’s gripping your thighs firmly, holding it up and your brain’s so dumb and empty. Pathetic. Each thrust and bounce against his lap makes your voice shakier and shakier as if you were on a roller coaster. “Feels s’good, Toji— fuck…”

But then out of nowhere Toji lets off a loud grunt, yelling out a dramatic ‘Fuck!’ and you furrow your eyebrows once he stops moving you— and you just sat with his dick still inside of you before he pushed you off of him, groaning.

You glanced at him— confused. “What- happened?”

“…….Cramp,” He grunts, and then Toji lays on his side and it’s so dramatic— groaning in pain as if he’d just gotten shot. “Jesus fuc— god damn it,” and you don‘t know if your eyes were deceiving you, but you swore you could have saw a faint red start to spread on the assassin‘s face. Regardless, you sat there, about to have the most best toe-curling orgasm of your life yet here Toji is curled on the bed, grunting in pain and utter agony. It was really dramatic before he mumbled an annoyed, “ . . . Gimme a sec.”

“Okay…” You mumbled.

And that second turned into minutes, and you crawled on top of Toji, straddling his lap— and his eyes widens once you start to align yourself against him — planting your hips down on his bare chest. “The f-fuck are you doing,” he grumbles, panting as he feels you slowly plop down on him again, Toji leans back against the bed and you almost smiled, hearing him stutter. “You…” he swallows, staring up at the ceiling with a hand nearly covering his face. “You gonna ride me while I‘m still sensitive? I just came, w-whore.”

Even his degradation didn‘t hit the same from the state he was in— and you raised your eyebrows at him. “Should I stop then..? Maybe we should um.. take a break since you got a leg cramp and—”

“No. Shut the fuck up and ride me. No cramp‘s gonna stop me. You— wanna ride me so go ahead then.”

You almost laugh, not even knowing you could get the upper hand with a vicious man like Toji. “Okay…” and he feels you start to move your hips again. Toji grunts from feeling so sensitive — the overstim makes him kiss and suck his teeth that you‘re easily shifting your weight towards your left hip before going towards the right over and over, the rhythm you have is nice, precise and sexy. You stare down at Toji as you‘re grinding against his pelvic bone, letting off sweet moans and whimpers yourself and he‘s glaring at you.

“Faster brat,” he suddenly spanks your ass— the recoil making you whine. And then once you do speed your tempo a little he grunts, the skin slapping making him dizzy as he bites back on his words— a red spreading onto his face, and by the looks of it, the Toji Fushiguro was embarrassed. “Fu—cking shit. More.. don‘t stop… keep ridin’ me, baby.”

You look down at him as you rode him, keeping a good rhythm before a small smile purses on your lips. “Are . . . you begging me, Toji?”

“F-Fuck you little girl,” is all he can reply with, you snicker once he shoves you closer into his chest as you rode him— his rough hands on your waist and near your soft shoulder blade. Your cunt continued to pulsate rapidly— and you felt yourself getting close again, Toji probably just the same as well. He‘s letting off soft pants as he keeps kissing your ass with the palm of his hand, rough mean spanks to make you whine before giggling. “You think this shit is funny huh?”

“No..?” You replied, your smile fading a little once he’s staring no, glaring dead at you, sliding a hand near his clenched abs with a low grunt before pulling you towards him. You let off a tiny squeak once he makes you stop riding him— lightly shoving you and you’re face first on the bed — Toji shoving having your head down and making your ass go up before you giggle nervously. “Eheh.. are you all better now? Your leg cramp I mean..”

“S—Shut the fuck up stupid bitch,” Toji growls . . and he’s blushing, hard. His nostrils flare up, and you can see his irritated flustered state from behind the screen. But that‘s when he‘s preparing to go full doggy and give you backshots. Right in front of your mirror too — you could see the familiar coy sly smirk forming on him again— as if he wasn‘t practically whining for you a moment ago. “You’re gonna be a good dumb slut and pretend that never happened,” and his voice is low and raspy and you let off a soft moan, feeling him go back inside you. He’s effortlessly stretching you out again, and that entire giggly facade leaves once he’s balls deep inside, tapping against you again as if nothing even occurred. You’re staring at the screen— lightly biting down on your finger while on all fours for him. It’s like Toji‘s stamina came right back to him as he‘s fucking you with the upmost amounts of energy. “What I thought. Shut that cute dumb mouth and take this dick like you own it. No cramp‘s gonna stop me from beating this pussy up to the fucking hilt,” and then he parts his lips, finishing his sentence with a low rough, “Little girl.”

“T—Toji..” you moaned in a sweet erotic tone, enough to make his cock twitch. A little smile spreads on your face before he shoves your head down against the fluffy bed and you land with another soft cute oof.

“Face down ass up, whore.” He snarls, and you whine — feeling him spank your ass again with his palm. He‘s driving his hips into you again to where you vision transmit to stars, feelings of your body going into pure ecstasy and utter euphoria. Each spank gets you more wetter that it‘s embarrassing— your small frail hands grip towards the edges of the bed, moaning for him to keep going and not stop. “Good girllll. Take it and shut the fuck up,” he purrs in a guttural raspy tone. Toji flicks his tongue against his scar, humming at the sight of your body jolting from each mean deep thrust of his. His hips are entirely in sync with yours — so turbulent that it sends your poor empty filled brain into a lewd trance. You’re so drunk on his dick you just don‘t want to ever stop.

You gasp before whimpering, staring at the both of you through your mirror, back all arched for him and only him. “C—Cumming.. Toji..”

“Ah ah. No you’re fucking not,” Toji grunts, spanking your ass and then he quickly pulls out. You let off a whiney sob, confused why he pulled out, let alone his second time of doing so. Your cunt‘s not clenching around anything anymore, and you’re whimpering from the lack of stimulation before Toji flips you over. “Look at me,” he mutters, and he makes you get on his lap, just barely hovering over his lap. You do— staring in his cold, green eyes— slightly flustered face, but nevertheless he still looked intimidating as usual. “Whore. Laughing at me, now look at you. A mess. Don‘t like being edged again huh?”

“N-No..” You shake your head.

“Awwww, no?” He mocks your pout, swiping a thumb against your lip. Toji thinks you’re so cute, pulling out right when you were about to coat his dick again. “Well that‘s too damn bad. I‘m not gonna let you cum,” and then he pauses— dark viridescent eyes staring down at you as you hovered over his erect cock, so eager to just finish. You were so so close you could taste the sweetened orgasm just lingering on the very tip of your tastebuds. “Unless… you beg for it again.”

You whine, staring up at him and Toji raises a brow with a coy grin.

“B-But, Toji..”

“Nah. Don‘t gimme that shit. You heard me.” Toji coos, bringing a sweet kiss near your jaw. “Go on. Make me wait and you’ll just be edging yourself for even longer,” and his voice is so smooth and arrogant, letting off a low chuckle while bringing a quick kiss towards the collarbone of your neck. “And we wouldn‘t want that now, would we?”

He‘s so— you just wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, he’s definitely getting off on this for sure. Even having a cramp during intercourse, Toji still manages to get the upper hand and make sure you know your place.

A pout continued to tug on your lips as you stared up at him, speaking in a needy whiney voice. “Please let me cum, T—Toji,” and you cutely start to rock your hips for some sort of friction but he stops you— making you whine from the constant edging and restriction. “Please. Wanna cum so bad.”

“Yeahhh?” He mocks your saddened weak voice, and a smile tugs on his lips. “You do?” And he‘s speaking in that cooing faux voice that‘s another factor of your pussy being wet, and he grips onto your chin, before stealing a quick kiss on your mouth. Your face heats up from that, and he smugly grins. “Okay, but only if you tell me pretty please, again doll. Need to hear you say it in that sweet pathetic voice of yours.”

You whine once more, squirming a bit in his lap and he’s loving every second of your embarrassed pitiful gaze. You glance up at him with a cute frown pressing on your lips — eyebrows slightly furrowing as you were so so desperate for your incoming release. “Um… p-pretty please.. Toji? Let me cum p-pretty please….”

“Mmm, that‘s a good girl. Go ‘head,” he murmurs, a sly smile showcasing on his pink indented lips. He lets himself bury back inside and you moan, gripping onto his shoulders. With nails digging into his beefy pale skin, your mouth slightly opens, head slightly tilting upwards before you’re at the very brink — the very verge. Pretty soon your chest started to heave, and you’re cumming, creaming his dick all pretty with your sweetened slick. “Good—fuckkk.” And Toji‘s cumming too with quick reflexes, this time he pulls out and sprays his seed all over your pussy. You moan once he rubs his reddened tip against your folds, witnessing you whine and shiver.

You pant— exhausted, but still wanting more when you sit up to bring him in a deep sloppy kiss. He kisses back, stroking your back ever so gently, hearing you still moan and shake from your post orgasm as your tongue runs across near the inside of his mouth— tasting how sweet and saccharine flavored he was. After a while, Toji pulls away, and you try and catch your breath as if it was a race, eyes half-lidded before you hear the cock of a clicking gat.

You flinch, staring up at Toji and he chuckles— his shimmery black roscoe pointing right at you. “Oh damn. That sucks,” and he genuinely sounded disappointed.

“W-wha . . Did you— just try to fucking shoot me?!” You furrowed your eyebrows, exclaiming.

“Don‘t worryyyy sweetheart, my clip‘s empty.” He mutters, bringing a friendly pat to your pussy before mumbling, “Unfortunately…...”

You blankly stared at him in disbelief and he lowly chuckles. “What if it wasn‘t empty?”

“…Then you’d be dead, little girl,” he replies back with a sly smile before bringing a kiss towards your neck. “Hey, can‘t blame a guy for trying. I could probably buy a nice fancy house with your cash reward,” and then he rolls his eyes as he speaks. “Low on money enough as it is, sadly.”

“…………..……..…..”

Toji rasply laughs once more before kissing your cheek before flipping you over— spanking your ass. “Heh. I‘d say sorry but I‘m not. No hard feelings right princess? Bet your pussy‘ll forgive me though,” and you moan— feeling him drag a thumb near your throbbing slit. “Now now, be a good girl and arch that back for me one more time. I‘m not done with my pretty target yet.”

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—who says we’re through?

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

warnings: mild manga spoilers, smut, dubcon (if you squint), cursing, cunnilingus, reader is lowkey a sugar!mommy, size kink, edging, choking, name-calling, slight body impact (spanking), biting, no condom (creampie), lowkey angst but happy ending </3, confession of love, takes place in jjk world (au where toji hops around but only depends on one woman hehe)

a/n: all i ever wanted was you.

“No way in hell—”

“C'mon, sweetheart, I'll just be here for the night, that's all—”

You sneer. "Don't 'sweetheart' me, asshole. The last time you said that, you cleaned my whole fucking wallet—”

“You know I didn't mean that, darlin’.” He grins sheepishly, scar widening. “Besides, you know I pay you back. How much ya charging tonight? Three orgasms?”

You slam the door on his face.

“Four?” His voice echoes from outside.

“I'm not letting you in.”

“When's the last time you had a dick in ya?”

“Toji!”

Cheeks flushing, you pull open the door again. “Shut the fuck up.” You hiss, dragging him into your apartment. “Do you want to embarrass me?”

He raises his arms, as if to prove his innocence. “I just asked a question.”

You glare up at his mischiveous eyes, watching his pupils dilate in amusement. “Sleep on the couch. Don't even think about it.”

“About you?”

You walk towards your bedroom, refusing to look back at him— if you do, you know you’ll be caught up in his lust. “About anything.”

Toji is stuck on your mind, late into the night as you lay in bed, blankly staring up at the ceiling. The last time you saw him was a few months ago. And just like you’d scoffed at him, he did take the cash from your wallet on his way out. That fucking asshole. But even though he’s a terrible thief, that isn’t what pisses you off about Toji.

It’s just… he never contacts you. He comes and goes whenever he feels like it, making you worry. He could be broke, homeless, dead— and you’ll never know, waiting until the next time he stops by your apartment. You’re well-off, you could help him— he simply won’t let you.

And that’s what makes you mad.

But he never lets you be mad at him, because he apologizes. Well, never verbally, but with his fingers, with his lips, with his—

Knock knock knock.

Thanking the heavens that your filthy thoughts are stopped, you drag yourself out from under your soft blanket to the door. Toji towers over you, the shadow of a smile on his lips.

"What do you want?"

"Water."

"No." Your hand reaches to pull the handle, but Toji sticks his foot out.

"Hey, ya can’t let me die of thirst.”

“I’d kill you before that happens.”

He juts his bottom lip out, slightly furrowing his brows. Pouting. “Want me to beg? I can do that for ya.”

“Fucking hell.”

You push past him, rolling your eyes. You’re desperately trying to keep your anger at bay but it’s so difficult whenever Toji is around. The worst part is that he knows it too— the corner of his lip keeps twitching in amusement, his brilliant eyes glimmering as if he’s winning. Like this is some sort of game.

“Here.” You present him with a glass filled to the brim. He takes it with a “Thanks” before proceeding to down the entire thing in three gulps. Not that you were counting by looking at his adam’s apple, or the prominent veins of his neck, or the gentle scars—

“Hey.”

Too busy in your ogling, you didn’t realize that Toji had boxed you in with his hands against the counter. The smell of his sharp, sea-scented cologne holds you hostage, stilling your body, your mind—

“Toji…”

This is bad, this is bad. But, fuck, you can’t think anymore, not when his thick fingers drum against your hip, his other hand sliding up to rest on the base of your neck. His thumb sweeps against your soft skin, making you extremely aware of the fact that you aren’t wearing a bra under your sheer nightgown, that his finger is just a few inches away from your achingly sharp nipples.

“Hmm?” He hums, dipping his head into your neck, lips puckering to peck you right on your shoulder. He deeply inhales, taking in your sweet scent, the gentle smell of your skin. “I missed you.”

You pretend that his words don’t make your heart race. Glancing at the ceiling, you bite back your moans. “I didn’t.” You lie, voice slightly wavering.

Toji glances up with his eyes narrowed, calculating. “You didn’t?”

You shake your head deliberately, not trusting your voice. But Toji simply smiles, bending down to lift you up on the counter.

“You’re still mad at me, aren’t ya?” He pushes your hips back further, forcing you to lay back. A gentle kiss is planted on your knee, bare from how your nightgown has shimmied up your thighs.

“I’ll make it up to you, alright?”

In, out. You have to focus on breathing because it’s getting terribly shallow, especially when Toji hasn’t even started. His teasing fingers push up your nightgown up to your waist, exposing your plain panties. Toji takes his time pulling the lace down too, smirking as you squirm.

His breath hovers against your thighs, a gentle heat that warms your insides. You shiver again, forcing Toji to hold you down by the insides of your thighs. The new position gives him an open view of your cunt, slick and pulsing.

“Didn’t miss me, huh? Your pussy says otherwise.”

“Toji, I swear to God—”

You can’t even finish your sentence because his tongue is prodding you open, pure sin flooding your nerves and forcing your back into an arch.

“Nghh!”

He feasts like a starved man, slurping and flicking his tongue messily, letting his spit mix in with your arousal. You feel debauched, corrupted by his vulgar actions, but you ignore the shame as you roll your hips into his face, letting your clit catch onto the point of his nose.

“‘M gonna cum.” You whine, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel the coil in your belly tighten a bit more. Toji squeezes his palms around your ass in encouragement, pressing you even closer to his face.

“Let me taste you, sweetheart. Come f’me.”

His lips latch onto your clit, and it’s the end of it. You gasp, nails desperately scratching against the counter as you ride out your orgasm, hips still twitching against Toji. He doesn’t let up either, tongue lapping up every drop of your nectar and forcing you into overstimulation.

“Ah, Toji, too much, s’ too much!”

Tears well your eyes, feet kicking out involuntarily, but Toji’s large palms wrap around your ankles. As he stands, he pulls you towards him, forcing you to straddle him.

His eyes are bright, a smug smirk tracing his slick lips. “Tell me you missed me.”

You pull down your brows, desperately trying to keep your fury in control. “Why would I miss you?”

He smiles now, teeth sparkling in the little flicker of moonlight that presses past your window. “Because…” For his answer, he glances down at where the two of you meet, your core right against him, wetting his trousers. When he looks back up, you can barely see the green in his eyes— his dark pupils are eating away at the color. Eating away at you.

You blush, cheeks flaring red. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“What does it mean, then?” Toji traces your bottom lip with his thumb, pulling it down the slightest before letting it pop back up. You don’t say anything, too absorbed in his motions.

His thumb pushes past your lips, resting heavily on your tongue. Without thinking, you suck it in, tasting him off. You swear you hear his breath stutter, eyes widen as he looks at your lush, glossy lips.

Before you know it, he’s sweeping you off the counter with ease, like you weigh nothing in his arms. His mouth distracts you, tongue prodding against your lips until you part them and let him in. He’s sweet— the slight taste of your arousal and the smell of him making you lightheaded. You’re terribly aware of his hands cupping and squeezing your ass as he guides you to your room, dropping you on your bed.

“You’re a bad liar, y’know that?” Toji leans back, pulling his shirt over his head. You know he’s flexing, and it should make you cringe and scoff… but beyond the new scarring across his chest that makes your stomach twist in worry, his taut pecs and defined biceps distract you in the best way possible.

“Your body can’t lie to me.” He yanks down his pants, cock bobbing in your peripheral vision as you force yourself to keep your eyes on his emerald voids. He crawls towards you— on top of you— thumb reaching out to mockingly brush the corner of your mouth. “C’mon sweetheart, you’re drooling.”

“‘M not.”

“Really? Well, you are down here.” His cock parts your folds, dragging up your wetness and letting the heaviness rest between your legs.

“Ah!”

“Admit it.” Toji coos, letting the head of his length catch onto your hole before pulling out. You squirm, whining, but he pins you down with his hands on your wrists.

“Please.”

It is said so low, so quiet that you aren’t completely sure if he even said it. You blink up at him, pushing away any anger you have toward him just for a second of clarity. Though Toji’s eyes still have that humorous glitter, you can see through him, noticing the hidden doubt and concern in the bags of his eyes, the wrinkles on his forehead, the fine droop of his lip.

He’s… worried.

And hell, if that doesn’t make your heart thrum faster than it already does around him.

“I always miss you.”

It’s true. You miss him during every moment of the day, hoping that today will be the day he stops by again, and just in case, you always make enough food for two. You miss him even when he’s there, because you know you’ll miss him even more when he leaves. You miss him the most when you roll over the covers and he’s not there, just his lingering scent reminding you that there’s nothing in the world that can preserve the feeling you have when you’re with him.

You hope he can hear all that through your minimal words because your throat is too clogged to say anything more. When he responds by caressing your cheek, his dick guiding into you, you’re sure he knows.

Your mouth widens into a silent gasp. It’s been too long.

“C’mon, breathe.” He hums as he pushes in, feeling slight guilt but mostly pride as he notices the moisture gathering on your lashes. “Atta girl. Tight fucking pussy.”

“T-Toji.” You whimper as his fingers roll against your clit, easing away the pain. “You’re so…”

“Big?” He teases, rolling his hips into you sharply. You can’t find it in you to chastise him because it’s true, he’s terribly big with the way that he’s splitting you in half. You pathetically nod as your nails embed themselves in his back, lifting your head to tuck yourself into the crease of his neck.

Every single thrust makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Toji’s warm palms keep your thighs spread, occasionally squeezing and slapping the fat of your thighs just to hear you squeal.

Toji throws his head back in pleasure, a low groan escaping his mouth. You watch how he tenses— a drop of sweat drips from the column of his neck and you follow it with your eyes as it drips down between his chest and torso, his lower stomach, before wetting his happy trail. God. You feel your toes curl as you clench around him.

“Fuck.” He hisses, squeezing his eyes shut as his thrusts stutter. “Do that again.”

To tease him, you do it in a succession of three. He gasps, his palm landing on your throat to squeeze you back. “Fucking hell.”

Toji pulls out. He snickers at your whine and your failed attempt to latch onto him, before flipping you over.

“Greedy little thing.” He laughs as he pushes in, reveling in the way your fingers fist at the sheets.

He’s going faster than he was before, balls smacking your ass hard enough to make a thwack-thwack echo around the room and change your cheeks into a crimson color.

“Toji.” Tears slide down to your pillow as you bury your head. “Gonna come. Need you…” You drift off, knowing that he knows. You should have known he’d be cocky about it.

“Need what?” His mouth hangs over your ear, teeth grazing the shell of it. “Don’t know what you want, sweetheart.”

When you don’t answer, he bites down.

“Fuck! Just… touch me.”

“Could’a just asked.” He huffs as his thumb and forefinger pinch at your clit, giving you the relief you need. “Go ahead.”

You feel your body tense, breath getting caught in your throat, along with a jumble of emotions. “Missed you—fuck, love you, s’much.” The knot in you unravels deliciously, euphoria hanging over your consciousness.

Meanwhile, Toji’s mind is whirring at your confession, hands tightening against your waist. “L-love you, shit.” He pushes into you one last time, fingers pressing into your skin to really remember this. He needs to know that you’re really here under his hands before he cums, for once not in his fist. Toji trembles, panting through his orgasm and falling right on top of you.

You can’t get a full breath in with Toji’s weight pressing against you, but you do nothing to move him. You feel suffocated in the best way possible— engulfed in his scent and warmth and love.

“Don’t leave.” You murmur against his bicep that curls against you in a tight hug.

“I won’t.”

You don’t care if it’s a lie because it’s enough to make you relax into him more. Tonight, you refuse to think about when he’s gone— you press a kiss to his cheek and giggle when he nips you back.

And when he leaves, you know he’ll come back.

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