Sukuna And Yuuji This Chapter Had Me Like This:

Sukuna and Yuuji this chapter had me like this:

Sukuna wanting Yuuji so bad that him feeling like clawing him open and re-bonding with him, only to have those phantom pains go away when he’s close to Yuuji is kinda sweet in a way. That sentence was a mess but you can tell what I’m try to say I hope💕 (tho it doesn’t help that tumblr keep choking and dying everytime I try to reblog this, Four times tho my God)

Separation Anxiety (Chapter 06)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

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Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 2.3k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 06

I wanna feel you in my bones. I'm gonna tear into your soul. Desire, I'm hungry, and I hope you feed me (Desire by Meg Myers)

Several days pass, and the boy's behavior isn't bratty at all any longer. He's more like a lost puppy who's glad he found his owner again, wiggling his tail and pushing his head against Sukuna, begging him to make sense of everything again. He looks at Sukuna as if he is his whole world. And Sukuna gladly fills that role. He smiles his most charming smile, says the most sickeningly-sweet words, pets the brat's hair, and kisses him against the fridge, on the couch, in the hallway, and in their bed.

The repeated kissing changes their dynamic fundamentally. Itadori isn't as shy anymore. Actually, Sukuna is surprised by the number of times he finds himself getting pushed against a door or other objects, getting assaulted by Itadori's lips, the boy's strong hands grabbing Sukuna's collar, and his firm body pressing against him.

Suddenly the formerly flustered little idiot is so eager to get touched by his boyfriend, who he cannot remember.

On the other hand, why is Sukuna even surprised? He was in Itadori's mind for a long time. He knows that the brat is a horny little shit. So it shouldn't come as a surprise that once he got his first taste, he would come back for more.

Sukuna smirks gleefully into each kiss and groans in devilish pleasure when the brat opens his mouth to lick desperately at Sukuna's tongue, and drink Sukuna's spit as if he is dying of thirst and Sukuna is the only one who can save him.

It makes desire fill Sukuna's veins, burning hot and intense. He wants more. He wants all of the brat. He wants to break him, claim him. He wants to claw him open and crawl back inside him, fill him again, re-new that soul bond, and bind the brat to him like when they still shared a body. He wants to put a collar and leash on Itadori and hear him say he only belongs to Sukuna.

He knows he doesn't need that, though. The stupid little fool knows nothing. He doesn't even know himself. He is very willingly Sukuna's. There is no need for a collar and a leash.

But as eager and turned on as the brat is, he is also a flustered mess who doesn't know what to do with all those feelings and urges. His touches are clumsy when he tries to take control of the kisses when his hands roam over Sukuna's chest, and fingertips brush shyly over the hem of Sukuna's pants.

It's delicious and hugely amusing. Sukuna leaves him hanging right there, basking in the boy's frustration at not knowing what to do but wanting so much, slowly losing his little mind more and more with every kiss they share with every whispered endearment Sukuna breathes in his ear.

Soon.

Soon he will claim his prey.

The brat sits across from him at the large dining table, playing with the luxurious red cloth napkin. Sukuna finds that the brat's flustered state is even more delicious than the meal Uraume serves them. He thinks he can taste Itadori's nervousness, thinks he can smell it wafting over to him with a seductive sweet luring scent. Sukuna kissed him against the doorframe a few minutes before dinner, leaving the boy a breathless, turned-on mess. Deep, slow kisses while he pressed his body against the brat and didn't stop kissing until he felt the growing hardness in Itadori's pants rub against him. And now the brat is unable to focus on his meal, golden eyes dazed and his cheeks and lips red from arousal.

Sukuna wants to bite him, and not just metaphorically. The craving to touch the boy, to dig his teeth into his soft tan skin, to split it open and taste everything of him, is almost irresistible.

They shared a body and a soul only a short while ago. They were one. They were closer than anyone else could ever be.

And Sukuna can still feel that strange dull ache, that emptiness in his chest. That infuriating phantom pain where their souls used to be connected. It gets better the closer he is to the boy, but it is still always there under the surface. A longing, a craving. The raw desire that makes him want to reach out and claim the brat again. Maybe then things will feel right again.

He wants to bite Itadori hard enough to leave a mark of ownership, teeth marks on his skin, tasting his blood on his tongue, consuming a small part of him. He wants to push inside the brat, wants to fill him, wants to spit in his mouth and cum inside him, mixing their essences again, just like it is meant to be.

Sukuna takes a sip from his red wine before setting the glass on the table and smiling at the brat across from him.

"You look beautiful, darling."

His voice is a low, seductive caress, accompanied by a confident smirk and glittering blue eyes trailing slowly over the boy.

Itadori lifts his head, and golden eyes meet Sukuna's. He blinks, and then a broad delighted smile spreads over his face. Praise always works on the little fool.

"Thank you, Kuna. You look very good too!"

He bites his lip, blushing delightfully, when he adds,

"You are really gorgeous, baby."

Oh? Baby, huh?

The smirk on Sukuna's face grows bigger. So this is where they are now, hm? Petnames and compliments? Oh, he enjoys that. He loves seeing the boy trapped in his spider web, not even struggling anymore but giving himself to his hunter.

The boy is blushing, cheeks glowing with happiness, and a big stupid grin on his face. But his eyes flicker to Sukuna's, and there is an intensity in them that makes Sukuna's cock twitch.

He knows that tonight it will be more than kissing. And Itadori knows it too. Their eyes meet again as both bring a piece of delicious medium-rare meat to their mouths.

For a moment, Sukuna thinks he can see the same desire he feels mirrored in the boy's eyes. Maybe some of Sukuna's darkness stayed inside the brat. The thought makes Sukuna hum in pleasure. He takes a slow sip from his red wine, his gaze never leaving Itadori's.

The brat's pink hair looks pretty on the black silk pillowcase. Sukuna stares at it fascinatedly for a moment as he crawls over the boy with a grin on his face. The pink strands are fluffed up by the pillow, looking even softer than usual. Looking like the boy already got fucked several rounds.

Itadori's gaze meets his, golden eyes looking nervously up at Sukuna, lips parted in anticipation. Sukuna smirks. He can practically feel how much the brat craves him.

He wonders if the place inside the boy's chest where their souls were bound aches too. Does he also feel that strange phantom pain and has no clue what it is? Does he feel that tug, too, that makes him gravitate toward Sukuna? That magnetic feeling of needing to be closer?

They kiss on the bed, both just in their boxer briefs, deep passionate kisses that make the brat whimper so sweetly beneath him. Sukuna cannot help but laugh when he drags a low moan out of the boy when his teeth graze over his bottom lip. He can taste the desire on the brat's tongue. It makes his blood sing.

He knows the feeling of being desired, but it hits differently when that desire comes from someone who, in another life, despised him and would have hated to ever get touched by Sukuna like this. It hits differently when it is Itadori who wants him.

Sukuna presses him down onto the silk sheets with his heavy body, delighting in the whine coming from the boy and the strong hands landing on Sukuna's muscular back, fingers eagerly digging into his skin, pulling him even closer, wanting more, more, more.

He is so eager, so full of want. His mouth is opening under Sukuna's tongue, licking needily at his lips and mouth, hot and wet, breath coming out in short excited huffs, just as hungry for Sukuna as Sukuna is for him. But the difference between them is that the brat is hungry for Sukuna's love, while Sukuna is hungry for the boy's ruin.

Sukuna pushes his tongue deep into the brat's mouth, feeling a shudder run down his back when the boy moans and his body arches up against Sukuna, his hard cock pressing against Sukuna's matching erection.

A gasp falls from the boy's lips, golden eyes opening widely at the feel of Sukuna's hardness rubbing against him. His eyes burn with a mix of desire and fear. He is the most exquisite treat Sukuna has ever had.

Despite the brat's nervousness, he refuses to push Sukuna away. His strong fingers press even deeper into the muscles on Sukuna's back, hard enough to leave marks. The thought makes Sukuna groan against the brat's lips.

Sukuna flicks his tongue once more over the boy's open mouth, meeting his tongue in an open-mouthed wet kiss, marveling at the way their spit mixes.

Yes, drink me up, brat. Take me into you again.

He trails his lips over the brat's jaw, delighting in the way Itadori's head falls back on the pillow, craning his neck for his lover, offering his throat, his life, his everything. This is what Sukuna wants. Feed his desire on the boy that is his.

His lips latch to the side of the brat's neck, closing around his pulse point, sucking firmly on it, teeth closing around the soft skin and biting. Not hard enough to tear the skin, but enough to make it hurt. A pleasurable pain. The boy moans loudly, pushing his neck even closer to Sukuna's mouth, hard cock throbbing against Sukuna's hip, wet and hot, already leaking through his boxers.

That's something Sukuna always admired about his former vessel. The total disregard for pain. Itadori couldn't be stopped by it. He had such a passion burning inside him, all-consuming and burning hot, stronger than any pain he felt. It was erotic. It made Sukuna want him on his knees and show him the sweetest pain.

The brat is gasping and moaning, pushing needily against him, so cute in his desire. Sukuna rolls his hips into the brat's, grinding their hard cocks against each other, eliciting more moans from the boy.

Sukuna smirks. He wants to pull away to admire his work and see the marks he left on the brat, but a pair of strong arms stops him.

"No please...stay here.., Kuna."

The brat sounds desperate. His voice is low and raspy.

The smirk on Sukuna's face grows wider.

"You want it like this, baby?"

He rolls his hips against the brat, watching his golden eyes close and his lips open in a shaky moan.

"Yes, like this. Please."

The brat is so horny, completely lost in pleasure. Helpless in his desire, in his want for Sukuna. It makes something inside Sukuna howl. He almost can't hold himself back from ripping the brat's boxers off and just fuck him into the mattress, hard and brutal. But he has to take it one step at a time.

A hungry growl escapes his lips where they devour the boy, sucking on his neck and leaving his dark red marks on his skin. Temporary tattoos of ownership.

Sukuna grinds against the boy, humming when their erections rub against each other, hot and heavy, creating the most delicious friction even through the thin fabric of their boxers separating them.

The boy cries out his name, lifting his hips and rubbing needily against Sukuna. One of his hands lands in Sukuna's hair, sending shivers down Sukuna's spine as calloused fingertips caress over his undercut. A moment later, the same fingers grab a handful of Sukuna's hair and tug on it.

Sukuna moans.

His body is brimming with pleasure. It's been so long since he last could indulge in sexual activities. And it's more intense than he remembered it. It's downright ecstatic what he and the brat are doing. This raw desire between them, this hunger, this passion.

Itadori's fingers twist in Sukuna's hair almost painfully, forgetting his strength for a moment, so lost in pleasure, so out of control. It's the sweetest thing ever. Sukuna lets himself get pulled into another frantic kiss, letting the boy taste him again.

They grind against each other. It's passionate and hungry, their loud breathing and the wet sounds of their deep kisses filling the room.

The brat tenses up beneath him suddenly, fingernails digging sharply into Sukuna's back and scalp. A loud, desperate-sounding cry falls from his lips, only muffled by Sukuna's tongue in his throat.

Hot sticky wetness seeps through the brat's boxers, and bright red explosions bloom behind Sukuna's closed eyelids. A low growl escapes his lips, getting swallowed by the brat's mouth.

He snaps his hips faster, rolling them thoroughly against the brat, feeling the boy's warm seed staining Sukuna's boxers and, seeping through them, coating his cock in the brat's cum. It's this that makes the tight knot in Sukuna's core snap, and he cums with a low long-dragged groan, pressing himself tightly against the boy as his cock pulses a copious amount of hot seed into his boxers.

He opens his eyes to watch the brat, to witness the utter bliss on his face, the dilated pupils, the swollen lips, the spit running down his chin. And the adoration in his golden eyes when his gaze meets Sukuna's.

Finally, you know your place, brat.

Sukuna stays on top of the boy, resting his full weight on him and grinding against him slowly, making sure his cum seeps into Itadori's skin too, mingling their essences just like fate intended.

When they are this close, the dull ache in his chest is completely gone.

Desire is one of my top songs for Sukuita, and I think it is obvious why lol. This was the first smut chapter of this AU! I hope you enjoyed it! I love writing obsessed Sukuna!! But who wouldn't be obsessed with cute Yuuji? ;) Anyways, that phantom pain in Sukuna's chest is better when he is close to Yuuji, and that alone is a reason for me to get a bit emotional again. Let's see what else Yuuji can do for him. Thank you so much for reading this chapter! I would love to hear your thoughts. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink

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“I want to have another baby.” Is the odd request that leaves your lips when you finally see your husband after he comes home. Toji furrows his brows, looking at you utterly confused. For the past year you’ve been telling him that the last thing you want is a baby. Taking care of the kids you have is more than enough. 

“Where did that come from?” Toji asks and you shrug. You walk over to him, your hands going to the back of his neck. You kiss him and give him a sweet smile before you respond,

“Don’t you want a baby? Just think about how cute they are.” You have to convince him. Your baby fever is at an all time high. Although you always get him to do whatever you want– But Toji did tell you that he also doesn’t want any more kids.

“You know what a baby means, right?” He tries to remind you, and while pregnancy and childbirth and almost anything that comes after that is hell, that isn’t registering in your mind. You feel his hands wrap around your waist, and you bring your lips up to his ear. You kiss the shell of his ear before whispering,

“Lots of sex. Baby making and then satisfying your pregnant wife.” And he can’t argue with that. Neither with the bulge that’s in his pants. He can’t argue with the following weeks when he fucks you senseless every single night.

Toji likes to start off slow. He kisses all over your body. He worships your body. Especially when he’s fully inside you. “You’re gonna look so beautiful pregnant with my baby.”

He looks down at you, so much lust in his eyes. You look so beautiful while under him, taking every inch of his cock. He loves the position that you’re in, your legs on top of his shoulders which allow him to reach so deep. God, he fucking loves this. 

“So fucking tight, even after fucking you so much-” Toji hisses. The man just adores the feeling of your cunt. He’s the luckiest man in the world to have this– And he fucking loves the fact that you’re letting him get your pregnant. The sound of skin slapping intensifies as his thrusts speed up.

He’s gotten to know your body more than you do. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as he pounds into you. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He smirks as he looks down at you, your face contorted with pleasure, moans leaving your lips. You look beyond beautiful, he can’t wait till you’re filled up with his cum.

“You wanna carry my baby?” His voice is deep while his hand goes to your breasts. He begins to play with your nipple. “Your tits are going to be filled with milk. You gonna let me have some, right?”

“Oh, Toji!” You moan. It’s the only thing that you say during the night. The neighbors can hear how your husband fucks a baby into you, and Toji couldn’t be happier. And that won’t be the only proof that you’re his and only his- The baby that you’ll carry will also show them all that you belong to him. God, he’s so possessive and jealous.

“So good, Toji-” Your voice is so loud. His hand begins to play with your clit, and you’re squeezing around Toji’s cock.

“You gonna make me a daddy again?” He asks. There’s no response as you bite your bottom lip, a moment of clarity that you’re being so loud. His hand wraps around your throat and he squeezes before he repeats the question.

“Yes! I’ll make you a daddy!” You yell. Toji’s thrusts speed up, and he goes back to playing with your clit. You’re creaming around his cock, and he fucking loves it. You’ve been having the best sex ever since you asked him to try for a baby. For some reason your cunt gives him so much more pleasure.

“Can’t wait to see you all big and round with my baby. Gonna fuck you everyday.” Toji rambles. His fingers dig into the soft skin of your thighs, which makes you moan louder. “Gonna give you every last drop of my cum, and you’re going to be such a good wife and give me lots of babies, right?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You chant. He begins to moan, his thrusts getting sloppy, and you know that he’s near his release.

“Gonna knock you up. You’re going to look so beautiful.” He’s groaning. You’re making him feel so good as you squeeze around his cock. He closes his eyes as he stumbles over his words, “You’re going to be all swollen while pregnant with my baby.”

You have to close your eyes, your back arching while you get louder and louder. Your legs shake as you come around his cock. The man bites his bottom lip as he tries not to come so soon. He wants to stay buried inside you, but he can’t be inside you forever even if he wants to be.

“Fuck-” He mutters. He throws his head back, his thrusts slowing down as he releases his seed inside you. Your cunt milks him for every drop of his cum, and it feels like so much. Because it is a lot. Toji always comes so much and his cum is always so thick. And for some odd reason, lately it feels like he’s coming more than before.

He pulls out his cock and takes your legs off his shoulders. The man catches his breath for a couple of seconds before he begins to kiss your lower abdomen. He kisses all over your stomach, his eyes looking up at your fucked out face.

“That for sure was it. You’re definitely pregnant.”

Well then😳

Sex Interview

Casting porn director Sukuna x female reader smut

Content warning: Dacryphilia, age gap, downtalk, use of curse words, boob play, unprotected sex, creampie, corruption kink, cumplay, minors do not interact.

Word count: 1942 words

Summary: You find yourself getting interviewed by the hottest casting director in the porn industry, you want to be a porn star…don’t you?

“Can you tell us your name?” A deep male voice spoke, sending shivers down your back.

Cameras rolling pointing at you, you fiddled with your fingers, nervously fidgeting under his intense gaze. You were beginning to question what you were doing here, on his sleek leather couch, in the living room of his fancy penthouse apartment.

The man in front of you was intimidating to say the least, tattoos covered his body from head to toe and his tank top did little to cover the amazing body hidden underneath, he was built like a God, muscles rippling, standing tall above, looking down at you almost condescendingly as if you were a fresh new toy that he just can’t wait to play with.

Hesitantly you answered in a meek voice, “Y/N”

“Y/N…huh?” He contemplated rolling it on his tongue, “Y/N, Y/N…such a pretty name.”

You smiled shyly and muttered a quick, “Thank you.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl…and you’re 18 aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“My my, aren’t you precious, you do know what kind of job this is don’t you?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“And you still want to follow through?”

You nodded, “I want to be a porn star.”

He grinned baring his canines, “You wanna be a porn star? Have you had sex yet? Or even seen a real cock before?”

“S-sir, with all due respect, I’m not a virgin. I-I have been intimate with a man before,” you stuttered out.

“Oh really? You’ve been ‘intimate with a man’ huh? And when was this? Your senior prom? Who’s the lucky bastard who popped your cherry?”

“I beg your pardon?! I don’t think that’s any of your business Sir.”

“‘Pardon’? ‘Sir’? Which century did you come from?” He asked chuckling to himself before getting serious, “Listen here-brat, you think you know what sex is? You’ve barely grazed the surface. You think you know what it’s like to be fucked by a real man? I guarantee those high school boys know nothing. But fortunately for you, I’m here now and I just can’t wait to break you in,” He says in a dangerous tone, leaning down, putting both arms on each side, caging you in.

Your lips were mere inches away from touching and you could feel him breathing down on you, you could smell the musky scent of his cologne, it smelled of pine and something else that you just can’t pinpoint. It was addictive, luring you in.

You gasped when he places a large hand over your exposed thigh, gently massaging the flesh, his warmth radiating down to your core, stirring up something within you.

“Do you like it when I touch you little girl?” He asked.

You nodded, looking at his hand splayed out on your thigh.

“Don’t look down now, look at me little girl.” You obeyed, turning your head to look up at him, big doe eyes staring into his. “Fuck! I need to hear you say it! I need to hear you say that you want me to touch you, to fuck you and to break you…”

You could feel yourself getting wet from his words alone, clenching your thighs together, the action not going unnoticed, “I want you to touch me, I want you to fuck me and use me till I break daddy.”

“Fuck! What’d you call me?” He asked feeling himself getting hard. Oh the things he want to do to you.

“I want you daddy,” you say almost too innocently as if it was wrong to come from your lips.

Not thinking anymore, he crashes his lips into yours, swallowing your moans, hands pushing your dress up to your hips, exposing your lower half and the lace panties you were wearing. He broke the kiss to look down and groaned, “Such pretty panties, you wore this for me?”

You nodded, pleased that he was liking what he was seeing. He rubbed two fingers on your cunt above your panties, “Jesus! You’re soaked all from just me talking huh? You ever been eaten out before little girl?”

You shook your head, “No, daddy.”

“Want daddy to eat you out?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Then take your panties off and spread your legs wide for me.”

As you were doing just that, you watch Sukuna grab a camera from one of the stands and brought it closer, focusing it on the mess in between your legs. You felt embarrassed being so exposed and your thighs instinctively started closing when Sukuna grabs one of your knee pushing you open.

“How’re you gonna be a porn star if you can’t even spread your legs for the camera?!”

Reluctantly you spread your thighs, and he licked his lips as he brings the camera closer, “Look at that pretty pussy, bare and wet for me. There’s not one hair on you huh? Did you shave for me?”

“I had a wax job.”

“You did, didn’t you? Fuck! Such a good girl, and good girls deserve a treat don’t they, why don’t you hold the camera for me sweetie?” He says as he passes you the camera and went down on his knees before pulling your hips closer so that his face was in between your legs, “No matter what, I want the camera to capture everything I’m doing, Ok sweetie?”

You nodded and let out a moan, hands shaking already struggling to point the camera down to where he’s lapping at your juices.

He uses his hands to spread your pussy lips open and licks in between your folds up to your clit, tongue passing your entrance just shy of dipping in. He repeated the action several times until you were crying out, begging, “Please…”

He smiled upon hearing you beg, you sounded so pretty for him, deciding that he had enough of teasing you, he stuck his tongue into your hole causing you to let out a gasp as he starts sucking in earnest. The sensation prove to be overwhelming, your thighs closed in on his head, shaking and quivering, moaning provocatively, you couldn’t believe that the sound was coming straight from your own mouth.

You could feel yourself getting wind up so tight and when his fingers started rubbing on your clit, you just about come undone. Crying out as you came hard on his tongue. You were panting when he gets up and kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Fuck, you taste so good little girl,” He says taking the camera from you and you watch as he takes his cock out, he was thick and long, pre cum already leaking at the tip. You watch as he pumps it in his hand a few times, “What do you think of my cock, little girl?”

“So big daddy…” you exclaimed almost in awe and he smirked at your response.

“Mmhmm, never had a cock this big before?”

You shook your head, “No daddy.”

“Want to fuck yourself silly on this big cock, baby girl?” 

“Yes daddy.”

He moves you so that he was seated on the couch and you were straddling him, he positioned his cock at your entrance and guide your hips to sink down onto him. He aims the camera to where he can see his cock stretching you out. About halfway in, you paused,

“I can’t anymore daddy-ngnh-too big!”

“Shhh…baby girl yes you can, just a little bit more,” he says left hand guiding your hips to sink down further, you cried out once he’s fully buried inside you, “…there you go, such a good girl for me.”

He lets you get used to his size, rubbing circles on your lower back, using the time to get a better shot at your pussy, after some time he experimentally thrusts his hips up causing you to gasp.

“You ok baby? Mind moving for me?”

You nodded and started pushing yourself up and down on his cock.

“Mmmm…yeah that’s it, nice and tight…how about we take off that dress baby girl? Get it out of the way.” You pulled it off your figure throwing it to the floor revealing your bra.

He whistled, “Those are some nice looking titties, mind if I zoom in on them?”

“Go right ahead daddy,” you answered as you continued bouncing on his cock.

“Let me just take this off…” His hand coming round your back to pop your bra off, exposing your chest to the camera, breasts bouncing from the action, his hand coming up to cup each breast before pulling on the nipples getting them to harden, “…damn, where have you been hiding these?”

You mewled when he started sucking on each nipple, his skillful tongue circling around your sensitive skin and gasped when he suddenly thrusted up into you and started his own pace, going faster and harder, making you unable to keep up and just having to brace yourself to take it.

You were clinging onto him, nails digging into his arms as he bounced you on his cock, each thrust hitting your g-spot bringing you closer to the edge. You could feel the tightness in your abdomen building up and you cried out, “Oh daddy so close!”

You could feel it coming, it was so good too, the way his cock was sliding against your walls when all of sudden he pulls out and you whined in disappointment, wanting to cry, you were so close too.

“Daddy why?” You sobbed, legs still spread wide.

He groaned watching you cry over your lost orgasm and focuses the camera down to your weeping cunt, desperate for his cock.

He flips the both of you over so he’d be on top, he pushes both your legs up so that he could get an unrestricted view of your pussy twitching, walls squeezing around nothing.

And when he positions the head of his cock at your entrance finally pushing back in, you were literally crying from it.

He chuckled, “What’s the matter baby? Love my cock so much that it’s making you cry?”

“So good daddy!” You moaned out boosting his ego even more.

From this angle, he’s able to hit you much deeper, cock hitting against your cervix with each thrust, your walls convulsing, thighs quivering and he knows that you’re getting close.

You cried out when he rubs your clit in between his fingers, “Daddy no, too much-I can’t…” you babbled as tears flowed down your cheeks.

“Yes you can baby,” he says as he quicken his pace, going harder, he was so rough with you unlike any other man you’ve ever been with and yet you seem to enjoy it.

“Cumming daddy!” Your back arched as you came hard, walls squeezing tightly around his cock.

“Oh Fuck!” He cursed feeling your walls practically suffocating his cock, “So tight baby, gonna cum, can I cum inside baby?”

You nod in response, and he groaned as he came, his cum coming out in thick, heavy spurts, filling you up so good.

“Fuck, so good baby…” he moans out as he continued thrusting lazily before pulling out, a trail of cum connecting his cock to your pussy.

“Would you look at that, fuck!” He groans using the camera to zoom in on your pussy, hole gaping and his cum leaking out, he whistled, “Look at that creampie.”

He slides in two of his fingers getting some of his cum on it before bringing them to your lips, “Mind giving me a taste?”

You obliged opening your mouth and sucking on his fingers down to the knuckles, “Oh she likes that huh?”

You giggled, “Tastes so good daddy.”

“Fuck, you just might make it after all baby girl.”

Hi @nymphoheretic thanks for hosting this collab!! Had a lot of fun coming up with ideas and writing this! Hope you like it!

All I’m wondering is why was Geto trying to antagonize Gojo like that lmao

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CONTENT WARNINGS: CANON? WHAT 'DAT? SHE/HER PRONOUNS USED. READER IS AN EXOTIC DANCER. READER WEARS MASCARA. UNPROTECTED SEX. ANAL (AND MINOR DEPICTION OF PAIN FROM IT). SPANKING. SPIT ROASTING. GETO'S A JERK. GOJO'S GOT MONEY.

PET NAMES USED: LITTLE THING (NOT REFLECTIVE OF BODY TYPE, USED AS DEGRADATION), BABY, SWEETS, BEAUTIFUL. ゜・。.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ WORD COUNT: 3.4K. ゜・。.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wanna emphasize first that not all exotic dancers have sex for pay and it's common for clubs to forbid it so PLEASE read this as just silly smut and not as a reference for the REAL heroes (jokes aside, exotic workers deserve respect and MONEY!!!) ゜・。.

“Hey, where is she?”

“With a client. Dunno when she’ll be done. The guy she walked with looked like he had money to spend. Might keep her dancing for ours.” At this the manager chuckles, thumb in his pocket smoothing over a fresh stack of bills from another dancer: his cut, of course. 

“Cool, thanks.” He says with a knowing sneer; he’ll make up for your dues. He always does.

Women clamor for the john’s attention the second he pivots on his heel to make a beeline for the hall of neverending private rooms but he doesn’t pay them any mind; his trademark glasses, black and circled are low enough for the dancers to see that he has no interest in paying for their attention.

Yours, however… Seems to just get more and more expensive. Your rate’s stayed the same, it’s him that empties his pocket for you every time. Call it an addiction and he’ll fess up to it. Unashamedly even. “She takes care of me.” Is an excuse he often doles out, to anyone privy to his lascivious, proliferating habit. 

But he should have watched his tongue more, guarded you more, because he’s run his mouth to the wrong people– well, the wrong person.

His best friend. Geto Suguru.

And Gojo Satoru just knows it’ll be his face he sees when the curtains are split. Prepares for it even, his fist already balled up with his knuckles drained of any color. 

They share everything. Everything but you, and that’s by design. Gojo, he’s… Fond of you. Too fond for the relationship you two share.

He treks down the hall, pace methodically slowing down the closer he gets. No, the rooms aren’t notated by dancer; that’d be stupid. No, because Gojo doesn’t need signage to know where you are. He can track you as well as any sniffer dog, infinitely better when he uses his genetic abilities for sin rather than any selfless endeavors. 

When he finally gets to the right room, velvet curtains glowing under the low light, he hesitates. The others may not hear your stifled moans, struggled breaths you’re so good at masking but you know as well as him: you can’t hide from Gojo Satoru.

So when the cloak of privacy is ripped away, it doesn’t surprise Gojo to see you in your preferred position- seated on a Geto’s fat cock, your knees pushed up to the ceiling with your feet bouncing haphazardly to the raven-haired sorcerer’s rhythm, which is anything but kind and intimate. He fucks you like he feels nothing for you and that’s because he does– you knew as well as Geto that this was nothing more than a paid relationship, and one built on a sickening revenge play.

Those pretty eyelashes of yours part, eyes shiny with diamond tears, when you hear the familiar slide of the curtains and you should be worried, should be on edge of someone catching you (after all, having sex with a paying customer is not in your job description) but when you see it’s Gojo, there isn’t much you can do.

Especially not when Geto seems to cut through the tension like it isn’t even there, pumping your cunt full of his cock until fluids spittle and splash from the velocity. He’s so much thicker than Gojo, foreskin so packed it really does feel like he’s making a new home for himself inches into your pussy, your walls spasming around him when the bulbous tip of his member seems to bump and grind against your most sensitive collection of nerves. 

You whimper and whine but Geto doesn’t miss a beat, swollen balls beating into your folds, squelches and the stench of sex undeniable even as Gojo stands by the entrance still.

His nostrils flare. His breath quickens. His chest tightens. His pants, so fitting before, now feel like a prison for the budding erection you are certainly nursing without even touching him.

“Gotta say, Satoru – hngh – you picked a good one. She’s an obedient little thing isn’t she?” Geto grunts out, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he keeps your pussy and ass on full display for his friend to see. Geto wants him to see you plugged up with no room for anything else– anyone else.

“Sa– Sa— Sator–uu—uu– ah, ah, right there, right there, sir.” You started off so innocent, bottom lip jutted out and puffy from kissing Geto all night, but your voice is immediately corrupted and on purpose as Geto mercilessly spears you on his cock, bottoming out every thrust and stretching your cunt to its limits.

“I got her all night.” Geto says with a growl in between, your hot and gummy walls squeezing the base of his shaft so tight his vision blurs for a moment. 

But Gojo seems to ignore Geto’s prodding, his attempts at getting a rise out of the man with irises that seem to never leave yours. Gojo drinks in your expression, lets the way your eyes seem to gravitate towards the back of your skull, your legs shaking not just from the degrading position Geto’s cramped you in but from the waves of pleasure to start with, drown the annoyance of finding you with his friend.

After all, you aren’t his… Even if he pays you like you are.

“Aw,” Gojo coos, zeroing in on his fucked dumb benefactor as he starts a path towards you, “Cryin’ just all over, aren’t you?” His tone is sickly sweet, with a twinge of something dark hanging just off his words. “Pretty baby probably can’t even see straight, huh?”

He looks for an answer. You can’t give him any. Your tongue won’t let anything roll off its drool ridden muscle but the sweet, sweet sounds of debauchery.

So he makes you, Gojo’s spine curving towards you as he grips your chin forcefully, makes you keep your eyes on him. Makes you fess up.

“Mmhmf– mmhmm—” He wants a response but with your cheeks hallowed by his finger and thumb’s pinching, all you can muster are muffled groans from Geto’s quickening pace, his brutal assault on your trembling pussy as he dares to carve his name deep inside you.

Gojo playfully pats your cheek just then, his hand falling from you entirely, just like the shadowed look over his normally jovial attitude. He starts on his belt, metal clanking away with the noise quickly forgotten to your moans and the club’s blistering beats. 

He doesn’t miss Geto’s furrowed brows in irritation as he does so. Nor does he care.

Because he saw you first. He found you first.

So he’s going to remind you why he’s the best. With or without Geto.

“You don’t think she needs something more?” Gojo croons, overconfident in his talents as he starts to go pap, pap, pap with his cock over your distended tummy, taking note of where Geto’s cock starts and ends by the look of his bulge outlining your skin.

You squirm, belly overstimulated with Gojo’s patting and Geto’s cock no doubt ravaging your guts. You try to keep your eyes on Gojo but you’re losing control, of yourself and of the situation. But you give in all the same, pussy quivering and spilling your juices until they’re dripping down Geto’s sac. “Y-Yes, yes.” You’re finally able to sing, lips still trembling when you beg, “P-Please, wan’ both of you.” 

You don’t know what you’re asking for. Hell, you don’t know the two men’s relationship with one another. It’s not like either have divulged to you the extent of their history; you’ve only been left to assume ever since Gojo stepped in, and that’s been minimal because well…

Your whole body is screaming for Geto to take you over the edge, bring to you a nirvana that’s all his own. But you won’t oppose Gojo’s own entrance to your pleasure, now his cock completely out and dragging the reddened tip over your lips until they’re glossed with his pre-cum. You instinctively lick it away, only for Gojo to praise you with–

“Good girl. That’s my girl.” Gojo seems to say louder than usual, “Gonna cum over his cock? Gonna let go? Let go for me, baby. Wanna see you cum.” 

“S-Satoru–”

Geto bites your ear just then, canines digging into the conch of your ear with little care for the yelp that shoots out your throat. “Who’s fucking you right now, huh? Who’s pounding this wet and sloppy pussy? Forget Satoru. Say my name or you’re not cumming.”

And you really can’t be sure who is the reason for the pleasure that overtakes you just then, from the top of your head to the curl your toes take as Geto fucks you through your orgasm. It could’ve been anything.

It could’ve been everything.

“That’s it, pet.” Geto hushes your babbling, a stark contrast to the rhythm at which his cock penetrates your weeping pussy. He’s fucking you like you’re a toy to him.

And he spills his cum into you, forsaking a condom because– “That’s not how Satoru fucks you.”

So when Geto pulls out, the opaque globs of his release start to trickle out, your hole absolutely stuffed full of the stuff that it overflows, running down in rivets from your thighs to your ass. 

Your legs start feeling like they’re running on pins and needles, your whole body suddenly realizing the tight, unbearable full nelson position Geto fucked you in for… You can’t even track the time.

But if you thought you were getting a reprieve, you were solely mistaken.

Geto still cradling you in the obscene position, Gojo leans forward, on the side his own face currently rests and murmurs, “How much to take that tight asshole of yours?” You watch his eyes dart to the cum still following the curve of your ass. “We have the lube for it.” He mutters so closely to your ear that Geto can hear it, can feel his friend’s hot breath crest his jawline.

You bite your lip, gasping at its sensitivity while you mull over the idea. But Gojo has something different in mind, kissing you hard to distract you from the logic possibly creeping in your head over the depravity.

And that’s how he gets you, kisses you until your mouth is equal parts your spit and his, hands smoothly easing your transition from the cage Geto’s wrangled you into. You follow him, intoxication bubbling in your brain and clouding your better judgment. 

“How much more, baby?” Gojo’s voice brings you back to reality, lifting the haze just enough for you to feel one of his fingers teasing your taut rim with circling strokes as you pose for him on your hands and knees, perky ass lifted high and your spine curved low. All the while, Gojo spreads the cum Geto’s left in his wake until your hole is sloppy wet. “Hm? C’mon, he couldn’t have fucked you that good.” 

“Satoru.” Geto’s voice stops you from responding, his tone low and dark but all Gojo can do is laugh and the bark sends shivers up your back. 

You can’t help but admit the tension is exhilarating. It’s dizzying, so much going on and so many things tickling your senses. There’s Gojo now with his index finger crooked inside your asshole, already working on a second, while Geto walks over to your front with his dick still out and half-hard. You can see the foreskin glisten with your juices and his and you know what he wants you to do the moment he positions his twitching cock in front of that appetizing gap between your lips.

“Clean it up.” Geto orders you, admitting defeat in that Gojo will do what he wants, when he wants and the most he can do is take what’s left.

He can’t be too bothered. He got what he wanted. You will no doubt crave more, plead for Geto’s cock. He can hear that voice of yours now, pleading with half a brain, “P-Please sir, more sir! Can’t get enough!”

And that’s how you end up tasting yourself and Geto, your tongue rolling around his shaft as you work towards taking him whole, your throat spasming at the intrusion to come. Your tight rim does the same when Gojo works his way up to another finger, honestly losing himself to the unfathomable pressure. 

“Shit– think you’re ready for me, baby? Tell me. Make him feel how much you want me.” 

You don’t belong to Gojo but you sure act like it, following his order so dutifully as you gargle on Geto’s cock, saliva leaking out the corners of your mouth down your chin as you struggle to moan with Geto’s fat cock stretching your lips more apart than they’ve ever been. 

It hurts. It aches.

“Good, good girl.” Goosebumps prickle your skin at Gojo’s words, your body buzzing with the pleasure of satisfying your longtime client because let’s face it… You have a soft spot for him too.

You gasp and inevitably choke on Geto’s member when Gojo’s fingers pull out swiftly and unexpectedly from your asshole. Geto’s hand shoots out just then, pressing himself so deep down your throat you’re weeping with your nose scrunched up against his pelvis. 

And he’s smirking at you, so proud to be in attendance for your ruination. It makes your pussy flutter around nothing, your entrance already missing the merciless, reckless way Geto pistoned his fat dick inside and out of you. He got what he wanted– you already needing his affection.

Gojo can see the way you look at Geto, the pools of color in your eyes locked on his twisted features, and it irks him. More than it should. So you’ll have to forgive him for the stinging swat that comes for your ass, both sides to even it out. “Gotta make sure you’re ready, sweets. Want you to feel me take this cute hole of yours for the first time.”

And fuck, no amount of preparation could ever hope to mimic the denseness of Gojo’s cock, how the tip of his cock smears pre-cum over the rim before making that hole open for him.  But it burns. It hurts in a way you have never felt before and you instinctively try to inch away, knees buckling forward with your hands desperately pawing at Geto’s abdomen for relief but you will find none there.

Because Geto’s all but ignored your pleading, choosing instead to start a brutal pace into your mouth, goading more slobber to coat his shaft while your tongue presses to the underside. 

And Gojo? He’s got both hands locked on your hips, so cruelly dragging you back to him. “Don’t run from me. It’s gonna feel good baby, I promise.” He talks to you so sweetly but his body language is mean. His nails dig moon-shaped lines into your skin, the other hand once again aiming for your hole with a fist firmly grasping his girth as he prods your asshole to open nice and wide for him. 

“Shit, Satoru. She’s gonna drown in cock and spit at this point.” Geto snorts, taking pride in the way your cheeks are streaked with mascara, how your lips bloom with a pretty color and shine with your own drool. His chest rumbles with a groan as he starts bringing your head to meet his thrusting halfway. 

You can only sit and take it, take it from both ends as the men, the friends, share in the pleasures of your body. 

Gojo’s at least taking it easy, letting your body acclimate to his cock as he starts with a light pumping. Just enough to squeeze his cockhead in a few inches, then back, but never completely out of you. He’s not that mean.

The drag of his cock inching deeper inside you with the passing seconds, you start to relish in the way he fills you up like never before. You can feel your stretched out hole convulse and clamp down on Gojo’s length, every time squeezing a sweet, sweet throaty groan from the man. You’re feeling sensations there you didn’t think were possible, nirvana settling in amongst the fog in your eyes as you feel pleasure running like lightning all the way to your fucked out little brain.

“Fuck, beautiful.” Gojo huffs with his hips slowly closing the distance between him and the curve of your ass, eyes mesmerized at your pretty hole being so spread out by the thickness of his shaft, the way it seems to swallow him whole until he’s nothing but a cage rattling with moans. 

You’ve never heard him sound like that. There’s a bestial growl in his words with a grip on your body akin to a predator having his first meal. He’s fucking you like he’s starved.

As if he wasn’t just there with you the other night.

You can feel your shoulders start to buckle, elbows worn from keeping your body up to satisfy both Gojo and Geto, the latter either unknowing or uncaring of your slight discomfort. From your short dialog with the man, you’re guessing it’s the second option.

“Hope you’re good at swallowing.” Geto grunts with the hand at your neck now groping your breasts, struggling to find a hold with Gojo starting up a pace that’s making you bob and weave, bob and weave.

Your nipples are so sensitive, just the brushing of Geto’s hand makes you whine all around him, your voice drowned out by the barrel of his cock. “Just – hmmph, fuck – like that.” He chokes out, opening his eyes when you start to mewl, an attempt at rushing the orgasm because now it’s becoming all too much.

Gojo’s cock running deep into your asshole, Geto’s member throbbing incessantly the more noisy you become… Your brain might as well be in the clouds, Cloud Nine because even if it’s overstimulating you from the inside out…

It feels so damn good. You don’t realize it then but it’s because their temperaments are so different. Gojo pounding into you, getting a little more rough with his touch and rhythm but still rounding his spine to whisper how good you’re being, how he knew you could take it in your ear until the skin is burning hot and all your nerves are tingling with euphoria. He’s so close, you feel the ridges of his hardened abs cresting your skin, both parties sticky with sweat. And Geto, so crude in the way he pinches your perky nipples, so mean in how he grabs you by the throat just to make your mouth around him shiver. 

“Mmmf– Mmm–” You start to cry, sobs held back when Gojo’s fingers finally play with your clit, rounding the swollen bud just the way you like. 

It’s that last round of whining that sends Geto over the edge, his cock spurting out more cum than you expect while the engorged head twitches against the roof of your mouth; it’s so much so fast that it makes you recoil and bump your ass right into Gojo, setting off a chain reaction that couldn’t have unfolded any better.

Your grinding all the way to the base of Gojo’s cock makes him pant openly and grunt straight from his chest. His fingers strum your clit so eagerly, you feel his desperation on the tips. He wants you to cum with him.

An easy feat, because his cock, so far inside you, perfectly stimulates the erotic center in your pussy and makes you see white. Your slick is already seeping out your neglected hole, dripping onto the couch, down your thighs that seem to endlessly shake from Gojo’s thrusting. 

Geto does you a favor, sliding his cock out your mouth and slapping it on both your cheeks, staining your skin with his cum and your spit. You’re thankful, because now you can…

“F-Fuckfuckfuck, feels s’good, Satoru.” Your words are slurred, your mind dumb with how Gojo is able to rip the orgasm right out of you, your pussy quivering around nothing while your ass clenches tight around his dick. His cock vibrates with every hot burst of cum inside you, making your ass wriggle and skin ripple as he unloads every last drop inside you.

He’s gasping for air, moaning throughout as he rocks his cock until he’s finished cumming. Your chest pressed to the cushion, you also try to get a hold on a stable breath, lips wet with drool and sweat. 

Geto has long left you two, choosing to start dressing now that he’s finally had his fill of you.

So he doesn’t notice, doesn’t even see when Gojo adds another stack of bills to your collection. Not for him, but for–

“See? What did I tell you? I knew you could take two.”

Legit I don’t know shit bout car technology too but it seemed legit to me lmao 🤣

GO!

a/n: racer jjk men …….. mmgfnghgn..gg.f.. if u can tell i’ve never watched f&f, you would be correct. i only watched tokyo drift for research 😭 also im talking out of my ass by using random car terminology !!!! i don’t even know whether anything i said was possible so just close one eye please </3

warnings: essentially car sex & pet names & unprotected sex for everything, fingering, clit stimulation, praise, public sex, geto listens in on a call, riding, implied p → v penetration, implied creampie / breeding, implied threesome w/ stsg (gojo), clit stimulation, handjob, semi-public sex, p → v penetration, doggy, geto asks and then takes a pic of you, creampie / breeding (geto), praise, oral (f receiving), fingering, pleasure dom nanami, squirting, clit stimulation (nanami), age gap (reader’s early 20s, toji is forty), oral (m receiving) while driving, facefucking, semi-public sex, clit stimulation, daddy kink, implied p → v penetration (toji), n*sfw under the cut

☆ GOJO

“my, my,” gojo smirks as he looks over to you in his Nissan Skyline R34 when your hand makes contact with his thigh, “couldn’t wait till we reached there?” on the way to the races that gojo loved to bring you to, it was a silent rule that gojo was one of the people that ruled the underground racing scene in tokyo — that means leaving his opponent sighing at the steering wheel and being the object of your kisses at the end of it.

gojo was talented, but he knew he wouldn’t sit well in the driver’s seat if he didn’t share the victory with you. the racer speeds at any opportunity, but today he takes the time to drive his baby just so he could have more time to fuck her.

sometimes gojo rubs off on you in terms of disposition, because you’ve become fairly good with composing yourself into times of tribulation with your constantly-horny boyfriend. your calmness could be commended, but your breaths still give off your aroused state, his fingers continuing to draw a faint line up your legs which are rubbing and squeezing against each other. even with the aircon on full blast, you still feel undeniably hot.

“so wet…” gojo hums as his hand feels the wet patch that’s pooling in your panties before slipping it to the side, driving unaffected while he keeps his eyes on the road. he’s fucked you so many times already, memorised the feel of your body that it doesn’t take him much to insert his fingers and find that sweet spot. you squeal, hands flying to grab at his forearm. your pussy clenches around his fingers, and it makes him hum, pushing him to adjust his pelvis in his seat. no doubt your cute sounds are affecting him.

“s-satoru! the race?” you panic and hope to distract his attention elsewhere, but gojo’s a master at multitasking.

“what’re you talking about? we’re on the way, princess.” he’s right, taking you through the familiar streets of shinjuku before switching to a lane that takes the car into an underground tunnel. it’s a route you can remember, but you hardly give a shit currently where you can feel your juices pool below you.

“sato—” you whine, your squeezing thighs doing nothing to deter him, “your s-seat’s getting soaked.”

“s’fine, i’ll clean it up later,” gojo grins, sparing you a quick glance where he likes you the most: lips parted with moans escaping, knuckles white from clutching onto the seat and your pussy leaking your juices all over his palm. “c’mon, you’re a good girl, aren’t you? don’t you want to cum?” gojo knows all of your habits, so he taunts you, teases you by slowing down his fingers just a little and plays with your clit. a ringtone doesn’t distract him, easily accepting the call from his phone on the dashboard.

there’s a soft on the way? from the caller, seemingly whispering into the phone like he was hiding from something and you’re struggling to keep from moaning too loud by keeping a hand to your mouth. you’re hyperfocused on your boyfriend’s fingers that you don’t exactly hear what they’re talking about, but you do faintly make it out to be geto on the other end. you’re so close that you might’ve left bruises on gojo’s forearm.

“satoru, you might wanna camp out in a nearby parking lot before comin’ over. officers are patrolling around the starting line.” it wasn’t weird for races to be pushed back, by engines malfunctioning, by police officers doing their nightly patrol but while the black-haired racer is just a little agitated at the delay, you’re surprised to see your boyfriend sporting a shit-eating smile.

“good, that just means i have more time,” gojo pauses to groan when you start to clench around his fingers. he knows you’re close and you want to fucking kill him when he easily reaches the spot that has you seeing stars, all the while having his best friend on the line, “to fuck my lovely girlfriend.”

“oh f-fuck… satoru! ’m cumming mmf…!” you don’t bother holding back on your mewls and whimpers, then, not exactly caring if geto hears cause he’s shared you with him before. gojo fingers you through your orgasm, your pupils blown wide and jaw dropping as you seek refuge in the hot pink seats gojo got for you while you continue to cry out his name.

within minutes, he’s pulling into an abandoned parking lot and swerving the car into a secluded spot before making use of the modification he made to his Skyline, reclining his driver’s seat (courtesy of your suggestion and he was driving off to the mechanic the next day) and beckoning you over with a smile.

you could only return his sly smile as he removes his pants, cock already hard and weeping from its tip from all the teasing he’s done to you, hard from knowing he’s the only one to get you moaning like a bitch in heat. and when you sink down easily, it’s like heaven on earth, the adrenaline giving the both of you a high.

it’s no surprise when gojo easily wins the race later, receiving you with open arms and a sloppy kiss, all while his cum’s leaking from your panties and your cunt still feels a little empty — so when you both receive a message from geto asking for a late-night drive with just the three of you, you’re quick to leave the scene to get stuffed full again.

☆ GETO

“suguru!” you smile as you enter the garage that’s housed suguru’s cars since he was a high school student, the familiar gold and black accents spread throughout the large space. he was lucky to have a father who’s a manufacturer, and despite the many engines and parts he’s gone through, it was a wonder his dad hasn’t exactly uncovered his rising fame in the tokyo racing scene, even if he comes home with some cuts and a roughed up car to match.

“hey princess,” he calls out, still focused on the minute parts of the 13B-REW engine and switching out his outdated intercooler for the Blitz, something that he had to persuade his father with with good grades and exemplary behaviour in his after school activities. “just making some changes to the Mazda. how’s my baby doin’— oh wow.”

your immediate reaction is to grin at him, heat blooming throughout your face as you descend the steps to where his vehicles were, sporting a cute little miniskirt and knee high boots. it’s not that you haven’t dressed like this before, but every time you do, it manages to make his breath hitch. that’s not the main attractive point today, though, eyes dropping to the fat of your thigh where a new tattoo had found its home — a black widow weaving chinese knots and it looks so damn good on you that your boyfriend wastes no time in removing the hood strut and slamming the hood close.

you don’t usually sit on his 1997 Veilside Mazda RX-7 much, but geto is determined to change that when you’re propped up like a doll on the sleek black design of the car, wandering hands slipping under your skirt as you’re humming into the deepening kiss. the other groans against your lips when he finds your clit, rubbing languid circles into it and you spread your legs further to accommodate his fingers, exposing your neck for his lips to suck on while his free hand gets busy with your perky tits.

“you’re so… fuckin’ wet,” geto mumbles into your neck, stifling your moans with yet another kiss. the way he’s rubbing at your bundle of nerves is so distinct, you couldn’t even replicate it if you tried, usually left dissatisfied after cumming on your own fingers. “my pretty angel.”

“yeah? you like me on your Mazda?” you say with a lilt to your voice, and although the pet names bring another wave of shyness and fire to your cheeks, your hands speak otherwise as they trail down his torso to the trousers he’s got on. it’s you against him to see who makes the other break first — geto moans when you fish out his dick, already semi-hard from all the teasing and your hand’s warm like how your pussy usually feels, stroking him in a pace that matches the hand on your clit.

“fucking love you on it,” geto laughs breathlessly, hot breath fanning against your lips and hips bucking into your palm, “love your hands on my cock, too.”

“ditto, baby,” you reply in a breathy whimper, but geto mutters something else along the lines of too bad i need my cock in you now before a surprised yelp leaves you when you’re flipped over suddenly. with hands flat on the hood and a knee propped up, he’s careful not to bring any discomfort to your new tattoo. bit by bit, he’s sheathing himself into your dripping cunt, pleas and obscenities flooding the spacious garage as you beg him to move.

your boyfriend’s a racer, ’course he knows how to do that, but he takes pride in teasing you, letting you feel every last bit of his dick as he bottoms out. “suguru… fuck me, please.”

“planning on it — shit, you’re so tight — let me enjoy your cute lil pussy for a bit, princess.” geto has both hands move down the expanse of your back, appreciating your attractive arch, and then then down to your ass and folds where he’s filling you with his fat cock. and when he starts to move, your mewls become incomprehensible and your fingers grasp at anything, but you’re afraid of scratching the smooth finishing of his Mazda, settling for holding onto his forearms.

“suguruuu… oh my g-god!” you love the way your obscene noises fill the space, juices flowing freely down your thighs as the other finds a steady pace. “right there— f-fuck…”

geto is no different, hypnotised with how his length disappears into your heat that he doesn’t notice your twitching body, but he still knows you’re close by how your clamp around him like a vice, pussy tightening up to make sure he gives you all his cum. by this time, you’re delirious from the squelching noises of your cunt and the slap of his hips into yours that your orgasm comes unexpectedly.

“cumming, cumming, suguru—!” your thighs shake and shiver through the euphoric feeling, still riding the wave of the orgasm before geto wraps his arms tight around your middle, mumbling confessions into your ears until he’s spilling deep into you, too. geto cums so much, and you moan at the feeling of being filled up, body slumping forward. between geto’s help and an aching question, you’re content to lay on the stunning car as he snaps a photo of you before cleaning you up.

it’s not until later when you’re at getting pounded again by him when you see his phone screen light up — the screensaver photo being the one of you on his car with legs pried open and cum spilling out your pretty pussy — that you know you’ve got geto wrapped around your finger.

☆ NANAMI

“mr. nanami?” your father calls out in the deserted shop, empty apart from the clang of metal against metal and the late night radio droning on about some love story sent in by a listener. despite how it’s almost 11 at night, your father was always happy to help with people’s cars due to a love for them since he was young.

even if that someone’s car was a 1968 Dodge Charger with a LS3 engine that he only knew the US had. when he comes around the back, he merely rubs his fingers together.

“this guy’s got money money,” you burst out laughing, landing a hit on your dad’s shoulder at his comment, but he wasn’t exactly wrong. looking out from the supply room, the man standing near the entrance of the shop looked exactly like the part: rich, tall, blonde, hot, and donning an annoyed look as he scolds someone named gojo who’s on the other line.

there’s a firm expression set into his features before he lunges forward at the sound of his surname and his pondering expression melts away to make way for a smile, and you swear you feel your knees buckle. but you have no time for daydreaming, also emerging from the room to collect money and complete the transaction like you usually do with clients.

“my daughter here will take your payment,” the older man nods his head toward you after explaining the changes he made to the engine, specifically the crankshaft which contained newer journals with older webs — this particular combination made the oil system faulty and rigid, and even for a tamer temper like nanami’s, it still irritated him to no end when the Dodge Charger wouldn’t start properly.

this would’ve been a piece of cake to solve, though, if it wasn’t for your dad’s japan-only parts, which function minutely different to american engines. so your dad had promised another day to fix nanami’s car after the parts had arrived, even refusing to accept nanami’s apologies and offers to pay for the america-based engine the first time he came to you guys.

it’s like the initial demeanour had faded, bowing profusely at the kind-hearted nature of your dad and he waves it off, passing it off as a passion that still burned strong within him; he only wrote a receipt for the repair of the engine, after all.

“collect the nice man’s payment and close up shop, okay?” your father places a kiss to your template and bids farewell to nanami as well who’s feeling still a little flustered, “i’ll head off to bed first.”

“thank you, truly,” nanami bowed again to you as he felt around for his card, producing a black card for you to process the transaction.

“it’s nothin’. dad’s usually like that, always so generous with his services and then blames it on his passion,” you laugh a little and nanami does too.

“i understand, tell him thank you again.”

you shoot him a thumbs up and a smile, handing him back his card with clammy palms and fidgety fingers. you both know you’re not exactly ready to say goodbye to this fine-ass man so you strike up conversation with a terribly stupid opener.

“so… you drive?”

“i would think so,” nanami chuckles as he makes his way over to his Dodge Charger, loving the way you almost want to dig yourself a hole from what you asked, “i race. actually.”

and you swear you can hear the pulse in your pussy quicken, swallowing a lump in your throat at the vision of being spread out on the hood of nanami’s car, blonde head of hair hidden between your legs.

you just didn’t know that vision would come true today; well — tomorrow, since one question led to a conversation past twelve, led to advances from the both of you and now you’re moaning out nanami’s name as your sensitive core is being devoured by the racer, kneeling at the front of his own car like the hood of his car is your throne.

you voice your concerns about being ate out so shamelessly with the garage door open, voice breaking as he eats and laps at your dripping cunt like a starved man, sucking hard on your clit as he plays with your hole, teasing his thick fingers around your entrance just enough for it to clench around nothing.

“it’s past 12, don’t worry your pretty little head about someone watching,” he reassures you, palms spread out against your stomach. “plus, you taste divine,” nanami groans from your core before he plunges a finger into you, causing you to jerk in shock at the intrusion — it’s so good you forget about your worries. “so tight too, shit.”

“nanami…” you drag out the last bits of his name in a whine, hips bucking up to take in more of his needy tongue and his replied hum sends vibrations throughout your body. you’re so wet that you’re able to take another finger. “just like that. oh my god, your t-tongue.” your hand naturally pulls at his blonde locks, pushing him deeper into your centre; he likes it, squeezing your ass in the process.

“can i cum, nanami?” you plead for it, the unexpected obedience has nanami reeling and he gives you the green light.

“’course you can, such a good girl, aren’t you?” the shop is filled with your moans and the dirty, sopping sounds of your pussy as he flicks his tongue, memorising the way your thighs clench around his head and how sweet you smell and taste. he’s definitely not letting this pussy go, “good girls get to cum.”

“i’m gonna— ooh shiitt…” nanami lets your hips go on their own accord and another groan from the racer is enough to have you cumming on his fingers and tongue, “fuuck, i’m cumming-!” he praises you like you’re his royalty while you gush all over him, squirting your release all over his face as he happily downs your juices like he’s done it before. he’s sure to do it again in the future.

“attagirl,” both the metal of his car and his affectionate names for you sends tremors throughout your body and legs, orgasming so hard you see white and it’s clear he enjoys giving head like his life depended on it.

you catch your breath briefly, brushing your fingers through his hair and admiring the sight before you until he returns to his intimidating and looming height, helping you to sit up and patting your thigh affectionately

“hope that’s enough payment for the parts. or would you prefer instalments instead?” he says the cheesy line with such a calm face you’d think he was in a business meeting, but the stoicism makes you stifle a giggle.

it’s not long before you’re returning your dad the money nanami had insisted on, but more importantly, being all dolled up in the passenger seat, his teasing hand on your thigh and a full pretty lace set underneath your miniskirt.

☆ TOJI

it’s not uncommon to find a veteran on the racing scene. fushiguro toji had his time of fame in the 80s, but now he’s back for more after fathering a whole child — something his close friends back then didn’t think he could do. it was an endearing sight, a large, burly man carrying something as precious as megumi but it didn’t halt his drifting trips on the mountains, taking his 1966 Chevrolet Corvette for a ride every time he needed to clear his mind; on a less safer note, megumi as a toddler was sometimes in the passenger seat.

megumi was already set to follow in his footsteps the moment he was born, showing a keen interest in cars more than robots or barbies (toji did buy one when megumi reached for a doll dressed in all black, though) and that only increased when he accompanied his dad on his drift trips, many times imagining himself in front of the wheel, gliding through the corners easily. even if the corvettes in the 60s weren’t exactly drifting material, he learned to do it perfect. plus, it still held memories for toji.

“who’s that?” your friend could hardly stop her jaw from hitting the floor after her comment, clearly a little flustered at seeing a forty year old stroll through the underground car parks like he owned the place. he did, 20 years ago, but his name seems to still precede him when hushed whispers and murmurs follow him. although he’s here to support his son’s first drifting race, he’s still fairly popular to be getting enquiries from curious mechanics and avid car enjoyers.

“megumi’s dad,” you grin with a hidden sense of satisfaction, because you didn’t just know him from afar. how his hips swayed when he walked or how he loved that stupid compression shirt, that was everyone’s perception of him, but you knew how his hips felt as it grinded against you. you always never fail to recall the raspiness of his voice against your ears as he mumbled the dirtiest things, only for you to hear. it’s why you revel in the way your friend’s jaw drop past the concrete into hell when the older man catches your eye (he always liked to look for you in crowds), and winks, prompting the gossip to only increase in volume.

“you’re in cahoots with megumi’s dad?” you didn’t care much if people suspected something going on between the two of you. even megumi didn’t exactly care, who was a few years younger than you in his laat year of high school. he was content enough that his dad wasn’t alone after giving so much of him to raise megumi. anyway, you always had his trust fund to rely on and if anyone fucked you as good at toji did, you wouldn’t give two shits either way.

“hey doll,” toji’s grin matches yours, planting a sloppy kiss to your temple as you both wait at his Corvette, all roughed up from the race the day before. he hasn’t had time to fix it up, driving the familiar route to the mechanics before you sent him a text about how megumi’s got challenged to a race by some newbie at school — it was laughable so much so that it even prompted toji to use those emojis he hated so much.

it was a race worth seeing, especially if one of the contestants was the tokyo drifting king’s son. toji doesn’t need to say much, waving off megumi with a salute before the countdown begins like clockwork. the increasing revs of their engines draw you from your stupor, the newbie looking wrongfully excited despite the failure that’ll befall him in a few minutes. once go is signalled, they take off, giggling at you feel toji’s arm curl around your waist.

“he’ll win,” he’s as nonchalant as they come, but it rings true when he’s the one who had megumi going 15 rounds ’round the docks and mountains every week. with screeching tires, a RB26DETT engine and years of drifting lessons to back him up, megumi finishes the race first. he rolls his eyes when his friends and fans crowd his car like moths to a flame, but he can’t help shoot a wave to his father who smiles genuinely. it was unspoken that megumi was silently thanking him inside, before he drives off to celebrate the easy win.

“c’mon, baby. we’ve had our share. say goodbye like a good girl,” you pull your friend into a side hug who’s still barely able to wrap her head around the two of you, but she’s able to muster a brief goodbye before the rev of his Corvette draws eyes once again, speeding off into the night. it’s clear toji’s on a high from watching his son race and win, seeing it in the way he goes full throttle past shibuya square and down inokashira street with a laugh.

the fire in his eyes, the coy grin he’s got on reminds you of times you’ve experienced the feeling of toji deep in you, clutching onto the sheets on the tatami mats and face shoved into the pillow as he bullies his fat cock into you. the thoughts have you feeling up his thigh, and he doesn’t notice your wandering, needy hands until they come incredibly close to his cock. he shifts gears before grasping onto your wrist, shooting you a look of warning.

but you do anything but listen, rejoicing in your small victory when you feel the car slow down from his speeding spree so it’s safe for you. palming his bulge, you gasp at how hard he already is and he adjusts his lower half, clearly uncomfortable with his tightening pants.

“let me make you feel good, toji,” you mumble, hands fumbling with his belt and zipper before you pull his dick from his boxers, looking so pretty with its mushroom tip that leaks pre-cum. toji pulls lightly on your hair as a second warning before you’re able to twist your body to lean down, eyes flitting up to look at him in faux apology. “sorry, daddy.”

toji sighs once your mouth descends on his cock, eyebrows furrowed and hand squeezing your nape in pleasure. no matter how many times you get his length in his mouth, the size always catches you off guard and it causes you to choke when the car runs over a speedbump. you have to take a second to cough.

“sorry, babylove,” you wordlessly shake your head as a way to say it’s okay, because toji takes care of you without you needing to ask him; it’s only fair he deserves his own fair share of care too. “but your mouth— shit. feels so fuckin’ good on daddy’s cock.”

you suck in your cheeks and pump the places where your mouth can’t reach, sides already aching from the uncomfortable position but you continue to bob your head. toji’s groans and bucking hips has got you soaking your panties, spit and pre-cum dribbling down the sides of his length and you waste no time to lick a stripe to clean up, settling for circling your tongue around his tip.

toji moans out with a number of profanities and a fist tightly clenched around the steering wheel — your mouth is so soft and warm that he decides that he needs to pull over at a quiet parking lot behind a bar so he can focus on fucking your mouth and imagine it’s your tight pussy he’s plunging into, not that he has to imagine. your lips are still on him when the car halts and you feel more stable than ever, both hands pulling apart his thighs to take him deeper into your mouth.

“cock’s so big,” you babble and ramble like a little slut, slurping up your messy job with the help of your hands. just like your walls, the ridges along your mouth feel lovely and when his tip meets the back of your throat, he throws his head back. “need your cum down my throat…” 

“yeah?” toji breathes out, hands tangling themselves in your hair before tapping your skull, a discussed rule for the two of you: two taps on your head when he wants to facefuck you, and two taps on his thigh if you can’t breathe. “i’ll have ta fuck your little whore mouth first, can daddy do that?”

you nod lazily, steadying yourself on the compartment housing the stick shift before his hips lift off the seat and he starts a pace that even he can’t keep up for long. one look at your cute doe eyes has got him whining and mumbling about how pretty you look right now, clutching on your head so hard that it has his knuckle turning white.

toji’s thighs are flexing and contracting from the movement, but you can point out when he starts to fumble and tremble at the mercy of your mouth. his thrusts are getting sporadic, just like how you’re reaching your limit, too, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “g’nna cum down your throat, baby, ya want that?”

you sound a hum of agreement before toji’s hips still and he shoots his load down your throat, thick blobs of cum that spill from his tip, “that’s it, doll, take it all like a good slut,” and you swallow at least twice to get it all down. you show him a small amount of cum left on your tongue before he brings you up to kiss you harshly, giving your ass a firm smack and then you’re plopping down onto the seat again, wiping the side of your mouth like a good meal well devoured.

the wind is immediately knocked out of you as he brings up the speed with a hand inching towards your core, and you’re so glad he’s switched out his 327 small-block for a 427 V8 engine, the lampposts speeding past you and his fingers playing with your cunt enough to give you an adrenaline high to last throughout the night, cause toji’s far from done with you.

okay i digress.

Omg this man’s an asshole I love him~

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬

Toji Fushiguro

[Chapter 1] Vacationing

Story Mastelist

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Oral Sex (f. and m. receiving), Masturbation, Facial, Squirting, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Slapping, Spitting, Vaginal Sex, Degrading, Praising, Creampie, Slight Breeding Kink, Toji is a broke gold digger but hot

*I've been working on this for over a week, so I hope you enjoy

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A week by the beach is all you need. Enjoying the dazzling sun on your skin, the sound of the waves as they hit the shore, and the smell of the ocean. After overworking yourself for the year, you finally have seven days to relax and do nothing but whatever your heart desires. You’ve been looking forward to this vacation for so long, and you can barely believe it’s finally happening when you’re checking into the hotel. You don’t believe it as you unpack either. 

You finally begin to believe it when you’re at the beach. The sun hits your skin and while you’re usually not happy with the feeling, it’s different while you’re here. It’s the best feeling in the world. You’re staring at the ocean, just admiring the vast blue that extends through the surface. Your hand then reaches for the book that you brought in your bag, and you open it to the bookmark.

You were thinking about this for months. Just reading by the beach– Read a couple of chapters before you get into the water. You can do whatever the hell you want for the next week and it won’t matter, so if you decide to read or not read at all, it won’t matter in the end. That’s what you love so much about vacationing especially while you’re alone, you can do whatever the hell you want and nobody will care. For the next week, you can do nothing and nobody will care. 

The book doesn’t seem all that interesting now though. You have no idea why, but you can’t focus on it now. Maybe you just need to get into the water first. You close the book and put it back into the bag. You begin to walk to the water, putting your sunglasses on. You get to the water, loving the feeling of sand and water between your toes. You get deeper into the water and stop until you’re not able to stand any longer.

You look around, seeing that you have the beach to yourself. There were a couple of people before, but they seem to have left; it’s not the ideal weather for the beach, not because it’s cloudy but because it’s cold. Children are still in school, and frankly no one in their right mind will come to the beach in this weather. Canceling work and school isn’t worth it. And you love their mindset because even if the water is cold, the sun warms you up. You have the beach all to yourself– That’s what you think until your eyes find someone else in the water. 

He’s at a distance so you don’t really get a good look at him, but he’s also getting into the water. You keep looking his way for a moment, trying to figure out if he’s alone, and it seems as if you two are the only ones at the beach. For a moment you think about approaching him, but then you think about how you’re trying to enjoy your time alone and the man probably is trying to do the same.

You swim around for a couple of minutes before you go back to the shore, you dry yourself off with your towel and then try to go back to reading. Your eyes just can’t seem to focus, just looking at the other person that’s there with you. Maybe you wouldn’t care if there were a couple other people, but he’s the only one that’s there with you.

Destiny and soulmates is a concept that you’ve always found moronic; you’ve never been much of a hopeless romantic, however, you don’t understand why you’re thinking about that right now. The book ends up closed again, and back in the bag. You walk over to him to introduce yourself, you’re not quite sure what you’ll say or do. You just know that the moment you look at him up close, you’ll find him unattractive and then get the stupid thoughts out of your head. You know that if you don’t get these foolish thoughts out of your head, you’ll end up thinking about this for months.

As you walk over towards him, you watch him walk back to the shore. Every step you take fills you up with fear, and you want to turn around and go back, try to read the book that you can’t seem to focus on. You take off your sunglasses and put on a smile as you get closer to him. The man notices you, and he stops walking.

Hoping that he was unattractive clearly didn’t work because the man that stands in front of you is just your type. Black hair, green eyes, tall, strong. His most noticeable feature is the scar that’s on the right corner of his lips. He’s dripping wet, and if you keep staring he won’t be the only one. He furrows his eyebrows as he stares you down, “Can I help you?”

“No… I mean, yeah. I saw that you were alone and–” You begin, and while you’re usually so confident, as you stand in front of him, your confidence is completely gone. He rolls his eyes and cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

“And? You’re here to ruin that?” He gives you attitude, and you feel your face get warm of embarrassment. You wish the Earth would swallow you whole, and the worst thing is that you don’t even say anything. He ends up walking away. It’s as if you’ve been planted into the sand, and you can’t move. You stand in the sand for a minute before you end up walking away, back to your spot.

You grab the book again after you failed miserably, and you still can’t focus.

When you get back to the hotel, you take a shower before changing to go out to dinner. You can take as long as you like, no one is waiting for you and you have time before your reservation. You dress up nicely, and put on some light makeup. Although you’re having dinner alone, you try your best to look pretty for yourself.

You’re in the restaurant just in time, looking at the varied menu and trying to decide what you’ll eat. Your eyes are so focused on the menu, that you fail to notice how the waiter walks by, but he isn’t alone. A manly voice causes you to look up, “Yes, I’m with her.”

You furrow your brows, until you notice the well dressed man that’s next to the waiter and it’s the same man from the beach. He’s dressed appropriately for this environment, a white button down shirt with black slacks– Nothing too extraordinary but you really can’t expect much from a man. A mischievous smirk comes to your lips as you’re about to tell the waiter that this man isn’t with you, but he takes a seat across from you at the table before you’re able to tell the waiter that he isn’t with you. The waiter stands there and asks, “Is he with you, ma’am?”

“We are together, right, honey?” The man across from you speaks so endearingly, and you end up sighing before nodding to the waiter. This is better than having dinner alone. The waiter ends up giving the man the menu before walking away. You keep looking at the menu, and you sit in silence for a minute before you open your mouth to speak,

“Why are you here? To ruin my peace?” You give him the same attitude that he gave you at the beach. You look up from the menu to see his pursed lips as he looks around the place. He doesn’t say anything to you, making you click your tongue. “What’s your name anyway?”

“Toji.” He answers. You close the menu, setting it down on the table. You put your elbows on the table and rest your head between your hands. You look at him, and he looks back at you with furrowed brows because he’s unsure of what you’re doing. You then introduce yourself, telling him your first name.

“Why did you join me?” You ask him and he shrugs. “I’ll call the waiter.”

“Just wanted to eat here and forgot that you needed a reservation.” He’s quick to speak. “It’s my last night here so… I saw the pretty girl from the beach and decided she could do me a favor.”

“Pretty girl from the beach? The same one that you gave so much attitude to?” You respond, and for some odd reason he ends up chuckling. “I expect you to at least pay your half of the bill.”

“I’ll pay it all if it makes you happy.” He tells you, motioning for the waiter to come over. You try to read him but you can’t. You’re usually great at reading people but the man in front of you is indecipherable. You can’t help but accept since after all, it’s because of your reservation that he’ll be eating. When the waiter is at your table, Toji orders, “Bring me the best bottle of… One of your fancy wines, for my lady.”

“A merlot, please. Just one you recommend, nothing expensive.” You end up telling the waiter, and he nods in response. You open the menu and your eyes begin to scan the items, once again. Everything in the menu looks so good that picking one item is difficult. You then ask, “Is everything on the table? Or do you have a budget?”

“Get whatever you want.” Toji tells you. Although you were already going to get whatever you wanted. He adds, “Order multiple things if you can’t decide.”

“Aren’t you kind?” You respond. You do see a couple of things that catch your eye, but you’ll just order one of the many options because you aren’t too hungry, plus you don’t want to take advantage of him. “What are you thinking of ordering?”

“Hmm… How about the steak?” He comments, and you furrow your brows. You look at the selection of steaks and respond,

“Which one?” And he ends up shrugging. You end up recommending one to him and he ends up nodding in response. The waiter comes back with your bottle, unscrewing it and handing Toji the cork. The man doesn’t know what to do with it so he just sets it down on the table. The waiter fills your wine glasses and then takes your orders– And to your surprise, Toji orders multiple dishes.

You bring your glass up to your lips and take a small sip before you ask Toji, “So what do you do? I mean, you do know the food here is pretty expensive.”

“And? What does that have to do with anything?” His voice hints at his annoyance, and you aren’t exactly sure how to respond. You open and close your mouth a couple of times as you gather which words to use. You awkwardly smile.

“I’m just asking because you seem to earn a lot of money, since you are paying for this dinner and you ordered quite a lot of things.” You tell him. “Well… If you don’t want to share, that’s fine.”

“What do you do?” He asks in response. You deem it unfair since he doesn’t give you an answer, but you still give him an answer.

“I’m an account manager.”

“Ah, so you’re a smart woman.” Toji replies, and for some reason your face gets warm. You’re not often told that you’re smart, so you’re caught off guard by the compliment. You smile at him. “So you make good money? I mean, this place isn’t cheap.”

“I can say the same thing about you.” You say. You intend to change the topic since you don’t want to keep talking about you and your job when he avoids answering the same question. You think of what to ask since you dread sitting in silence– You choose to go with the basics because apart from his name, you know nothing. You don’t really have to get to know him but it’d be nice, especially since he's buying you dinner.  “How old are you?”

“Didn’t your parents teach you that asking a gentleman his age is rude?” He responds, and you end up rolling your eyes. You watch him grab the bottle of wine and fill up his glass again, and you hadn’t noticed how he drank it all so fast. He nearly fills it to the brim, nearly emptying the bottle. When he puts the bottle down he asks, “How about you? How old are you?”

“Don’t you think it’s unfair how you’re not answering but you expect me to answer the same questions?” You tell him, and he ends up shrugging.

“If you don’t want to answer, that’s fine.” He looks completely unbothered. “I don’t itch for answers. A little mystery is fun anyway.”

“Hmm…? Is that why you won’t tell me anything about you?” You question, and he shrugs again. You take a sip from your glass, your eyes glued to him; you feel that if you take your eyes off him for a minute, something will happen. You’re not sure if it's good or bad, but you don’t want to risk anything bad.

“You’ve only asked two questions.” Toji points out. Your middle and index finger tap against the table cloth, your gaze focused on him as you think of what question to ask next.

“Alright then–” You open your mouth but quickly shut it. You do so a couple of times before you finally come up with a question, “What’s your favorite movie?”

“Inglourious Basterds.” He finally answers a question, which leaves you satisfied. You’ve never heard of the movie though, so you can’t exactly judge him based on that alone. “See, I answered a question so don’t accuse me of not telling you a single detail about me.”

“I guess.” You say before a chuckle leaves your lips. You hear his stomach growl, and you hold back on laughing. It’s nothing funny but for some reason today that’s not the case. “No wonder you ordered so much.”

“Yeah…” He responds. He continues sipping on the wine, and you notice how he’s nearly drunk the whole bottle, which makes you conclude that he likes the wine.

“Did you like the wine? Want to order another bottle?” You suggest, and he ends up shaking his head– You assume that it’s for the second question because he seems to be liking the beverage just fine. As you think of what else to ask, the food gets to your table.

You have nothing else to ask anyway, so you’re glad that the food is in front of you because you don’t have to fill up the awkward silence. You quietly eat, and you watch as he devours the food, demonstrating his hunger.  You almost tell him to slow down to not choke, but you stay quiet. 

“Will you have enough room for dessert?” You ask him, and he raises his brows. He finishes chewing the food that he has in his mouth and grabs his glass, drinking so the liquid helps him wash down the food. He shakes his head and clears his throat before speaking,

“Not planning on dessert. I don’t care for sweet shit.” He informs you. While you usually order dessert, this time you’ll opt out because he’s paying and you don’t want him to pay more for that. You can eat something sweet tomorrow, and more during the week. “You can order some dessert if you’d like.”

“Not really craving anything, thank you.” You sheepishly smile. Your mouth was watering at the dessert options earlier, but you don’t want him to pay more than he has to. This isn’t a date.

You watch as he pats his pockets, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing, knowing what’s about to happen. You tilt your head to the side before irritatedly asking, “Let me guess? You left your wallet?”

“You won’t believe it…” He answers, and you roll your eyes. Of course. You should’ve known– It’s a good thing that what you ordered wasn’t too expensive, however his share… It’s a good thing that you can pay for it all. Although it’s way costlier than what you had planned. “I can pay you back at the hotel.”

“Are we staying in the same hotel?” You ask him, and he tells you the name of the hotel that he’s staying at, which happens to be the same one that you’re staying in. You end up agreeing, “You can pay me your half of the dinner.”

“Alright… Did you come here in a taxi? I can take us back to the hotel.” He offers, and you cross your arms. You look him up and down, and while you were thinking about how handsome he looks, you find him less handsome every second. You would’ve been alright with paying for dinner in the very beginning, but the excuse that he lost his wallet makes you disenchanted by the man. 

“What? Like in a taxi? Do I need to remind you that you don’t have your wallet?” You respond, and he shakes his head.

“I rented a car, so you don’t have to worry about a taxi fare.” He assures you, however, you’re still hesitant about accepting. Having dinner with a stranger is one thing, getting into his car and letting him drive you back to your hotel is another. You know nothing about Toji and every important question about his personality went unanswered. You have no idea what his job is.

“It’s not smart for me to say yes to that.” You confess, and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“What’s the difference between me and a taxi? You don’t know a cab driver, at least you got to have dinner with me. Plus you don’t have to pay me.” He tells you, and while he does have a point, that’s their job. Toji taking you back to the hotel isn’t his job– That you know of. Additionally, you’re not sure if he’s in the right state to drive considering that he’s drunk nearly a whole bottle of wine by himself. He does look unaffected by it though.

“Yeah, it’d be unfair if I had to pay you after I paid for your dinner.” You point out, and he ends up chuckling. You got him there. You think of what to do, and as you do that, the waiter comes to your table and asks,

“Can I interest you in some dessert?” And you shake your head in response. Even though you can get the dessert, you’re already too scared to see the check. He looks at the table, and no food is left so he doesn’t have to offer any boxes. “I’ll be right back with the check.”

“So… What do you think? Do you want to go back to the hotel with me?” Toji asks, and you cross your arms. You bite your bottom lip, and really think about the benefits of going back to the hotel with him, and then the possible consequences. The consequences outweigh the benefits, and you’re about to turn down the offer until the check is placed on the table. You grab to see the cost, and it’s three times more expensive than what you had planned. You’re lucky that you can pay for it but you hate that you have to pay for it. You look at each item that was ordered and the cost, and everything is so ridiculously expensive. It seems the waiter didn’t listen to you when you said not to bring the most expensive bottle of merlot because the price of the bottle is certainly very pricey; worst of all, you can’t insist that the bottle wasn’t to your liking or anything along those lines because the man across from you nearly drank it all.

“Yeah.” You end up sighing. You might as well save money for the ride. You open your purse and get out your wallet. You look for the card that you’re going to pay with, and you feel as he watches you look through your many cards to pick one to pay. “I really hope that you’ll pay me back.”

“Of course I will, gorgeous. I’m a man of my word.” He says as you pick the card. You roll your eyes at the nickname, even if a few minutes ago you would’ve melted over it. Toji is just your type, and maybe if he had used the nickname a few minutes earlier, you would’ve happily paid for dinner and would have gladly accepted the ride back home. He didn’t play his cards right.

“I hope you are.”

You pay, you sign the receipt and then you leave the restaurant with him. Your opinion of him slightly changes, and your opinion begins to shit… Maybe he can actually pay you completely back. He rented a sports car that you assume cost a fortune per day. Either he actually has money and truly forgot his wallet, or he’s reckless with his money. You were starting to be disappointed by him, thinking the worst of him, but now the negative thoughts about him are leaving just by looking at his car. And now instead of thinking the worst of him, you’re starting to think positively. 

The fact that your opinion changes just because of the car he chose to rent makes you feel shallow. It should be an indicator that he’s irresponsible with his money, but you’re not looking at it like that. And he doesn’t give you the chance to judge him because he opens the door to the shiny red convertible. You smile at him, “Thank you.”

He wastes no time in getting in the driver’s seat and leaving back to the hotel. Although he usually chooses to be quiet in car rides, he can’t choose that right now. He wonders what to say first, he has to flatter you but he can’t make it obvious what he’s trying to do. He clears his throat before asking, “Why did you choose your job? I mean, I’d expect you to choose something else.”

“Something else? Like what?” You question, wondering what he means by it. You wonder what kind of profession he thought you were in– You wonder what kind of vibes you give off.

“Hmm… In my experience, pretty girls aren’t smart. I thought you were going to be like a… Uh.. Upcoming actress or a model of sorts.” He answers, and you smile like an idiot, flattered by his words. Toji isn’t exactly a charming man, but his looks make up for anything that he does wrong. 

“I think anyone can do my job.” You end up replying. You clear your throat before you tell him, “Thank you though.”

“Are you staying here for long?” He then asks, and unlike in the restaurant, he’s talkative. It should be a sign but you don’t look at it like that.

“For a week. Finally getting some time off after what feels like forever.” You awkwardly laugh after your response. “How about you? For how long did you stay?”

“Just a couple days.” He shares. His last night here is your first, and had you known that, you wouldn’t have tried to go up to him at the beach. Maybe that would’ve also avoided the whole situation at the restaurant.

“Are you here for business? Or just vacationing?” You ask him. He won’t give you the answer to what his job is but maybe his answer will give you an idea of what his job is.

“Business.” He answers but he doesn’t say anything after. He doesn’t care to elaborate and you’re not going to push him about it, assuming that he’ll give you the same response that he gave you in the restaurant. He does seem more talkative now, so you expected more from his answer. “I don’t think I told you how beautiful you look. That color compliments your skin.”

“Thank you…” You know what he’s trying to do but you push the thought to the back of your head and allow yourself to be wooed by the man. It’s only working because Toji looks like the perfect man. Your eyes search for a wedding ring, simply out of curiosity, and maybe because you want something else to happen when you get back to the hotel. His ring finger is bare, but you still ask, “I’m assuming that you’re single because of all the compliments.”

“Even if I wasn’t, you should know how pretty you look.” He responds, and you stare at his side profile while he drives. His eyes focused on the road ahead of him, not really wanting to risk an accident happening in an area that he’s unfamiliar with. You take in every detail, and you can’t believe that even his side profile looks perfect. 

In your mind, you begin a guessing game of his age. He could be in his late twenties, but he could also be in his late forties. You almost feel ashamed to ask for his age again, but when you remember that you paid for dinner, the shame goes away and you once again ask, “How old are you?”

“I’ll tell you that I’m in my thirties.” He answers. He’s definitely older than you by a couple of years– Could be four or could be thirteen. He proceeds to ask the question back to you, and you don’t respond. You smile before saying,

“Didn’t they tell you not to ask a lady her age?” And it causes him to chuckle. 

“Look who doesn’t want to answer questions now.” He points out. You continue conversing, his occasional flirting making you feel butterflies. You fail to notice that you’re in the parking lot of the hotel until he tells you, “I don’t want to go inside yet.”

“Hmm…?” You look around to find that you’re in the parking lot. You got lost in conversation, and you find it funny that after barely talking in the restaurant, he talked to you on the ride back to the hotel. There’s a voice in the back of your head that’s telling you his exact plan, but you’re ignoring it. Maybe he just needed a little to drink to loosen up and start talking. “We can continue chatting inside…”

“You’re right. So I can pay you back.” He says, and you nod in response. You exit the car, and he walks with you to the hotel. You get to the elevator, and he clicks on the floor of his room. You don’t really say a word, you just smile at each other, and he steps closer to you. His lips meet your soft ones in a short kiss. There’s a smirk on his face when he pulls away, and you bring your lips up to his again. You repeat the action a couple of times until the elevator doors open.

When you’re finally on the floor of his room, his hand goes to the small of your back as he guides you to the room. As he opens the door he makes sure you know, “It’s not really organized, so don’t be surprised.”

“It’s fine.” You assure him as you walk into the room. Before you get to actually look around in the room, he spins you around, his lips going down to meet yours. You want to act surprised, but you came here for this. If you had come just for the money, you would’ve waited outside. You both know that you aren’t here to talk.

His tongue enters your mouth, pressing against your own. Your hands go up his chest to meet behind his neck, while you’re stepping closer to the bed. When you’re at the edge of the bed, you finally stop moving. You pull away from the kiss, your fingers unbuttoning his white shirt. You’re missing buttons since you do so hurriedly. It’s getting frustrating for both of you until you finally rip open the shirt, some buttons flying off. Your hands then go down to his belt. You unbuckle it and push his pants down before getting on your knees. 

You smile, looking up at him as you pull down his boxers. You lick your lips as you look at his length. Your eyes go back to his face while your lips begin to kiss along his shaft. He’s watching you attentively as you tease him. With every kiss he grows more and more impatient.

Your tongue finally licks up from the base of his cock up to the tip. Your tongue begins to circle around the tip, his precum getting on your tongue. You’re watching him intently as he bites down his bottom lip. Your mouth finally wraps around his cock, taking as much as you can.

He finally lets out a low groan as he feels your mouth wrapped around his cock. Earlier today he knew that he’d end the night with someone, but he didn’t think it was going to be the woman that he met at the beach. It’s a good thing that you’re pretty, and it’s a better thing that your mouth feels so fucking good– Not to even mention that you paid for his very expensive dinner. Your hands go up to stroke the part that doesn’t fit in your mouth.

“Oh, fuck–” He moans in pleasure as you bob your head. You look at how he shuts his eyes and throws his head back. You stop stroking his cock, and your mouth fully takes every inch in your mouth, even when you gag. He moans again, and your hands ride up your dress to push your panties to the side and play with yourself. And while Toji isn’t a man to give many praises, he can’t shut his mouth tonight, “Your mouth feels so fucking good–”

Your fingers run through your folds, and you get them wet enough before you begin to play with your clit. Just hearing the subtle noises that he tries to suppress drives you wild, but it’s getting harder for him to contain himself but your mouth just feels so good especially when you take every inch in your mouth. Your eyes well up with tears, and you finally take your mouth off his cock when you need to take a breath. 

Your free hand strokes his cock a couple of times before your mouth wraps around it again. You’re moaning around his cock as you touch yourself. Toji doesn’t notice that you’re toying with your pussy until now, finally looking down at you to find what you’re doing and it’s almost enough to make him come. 

“Oh, you're really enjoying this, huh? You like sucking my cock?” Toji asks, and he grabs the back of your head and pulls your head back. A string of saliva connects your lips to his cock. Your makeup is already ruined, and Toji loves that. He smirks, “I’m not a nice guy, sweetheart.”

“What?” You respond. His hand goes to his cock and he begins to stroke his cock.

“Just play with yourself, alright?” He orders, and you do as he says. Your fingers continue playing with your clit, then they move  through your folds and you make sure your index and middle finger are wet enough before you push them inside of you. You watch as he fucks his fist, his eyes looking down at you and watching as you touch yourself. And he makes sure to comment on how good you look, “Oh God, you’re so pretty. You’re a pretty little slut.”

You exaggerate your moans as you play with yourself. Your thumb swipes over your clit repeatedly, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. He has to bite down his lip since you’re loud enough for him as well. God, you look so fucking pretty as you finger yourself, and he’s glad that he’s ending his night and his time here with you. He holds his breath for a moment before he orders you to, “Stick your tongue out.”

You do as he says, sticking it as far out as you can and shutting your eyes. You take your fingers out and stop playing with yourself. He mutters a “fuck” before his cum coats your face. Barely any lands on your tongue, most of it going to other areas of your face, mostly landing on your lids. It’ss so much fucking cum. He hands you something and tells you, “Wipe your face.”

You swallow the bit of cum that’s on your tongue while you wipe the rest of his semen with the cloth that he handed you. When you open your eyes, you see that he gave you his white button-down shirt to clean your face up, which makes you chuckle. 

He helps you up from the floor before his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. His hands roam around your body, looking for the zipper of your dress. Once he finds it, he doesn’t waste any time in unzipping it and letting your dress fall to the floor. 

His lips then go to your neck, kissing and leaving marks on the flesh of the area. He gets to your breasts and his hand reaches behind to unclasp your bra, and once he slides it off, his mouth wraps around your nipple. He doesn’t focus too much on it, kissing between your breasts to then wrap around the other nipple. His fingers pinch your other nipple, and you bite down your lip and you throw your head back. 

He grabs your throat and his lips land on yours again. There’s so much of you to kiss but he only has a pair of lips. When he pulls away again, he pushes you onto the bed. He gets on the floor and spreads your legs apart. He begins by kissing your cunt then licking up your folds. His tongue then focuses on your clit.

Two fingers begin to tease your entrance. You’re looking down at his hair while he eats you out. Your fingers run through his hair, and you grip when he finally inserts his thick fingers inside of you. Your fingers really can’t compare to his. 

Toji begins to hum, telling you how he’s enjoying this. He fucking loves the taste that’s on his tongue, and he’s glad that of all people he could’ve picked, he chose you. He doubts he would’ve had this much fun with someone else… He doubts any other foolish woman would’ve paid for his half of the dinner.

He curves his fingers, and it feels like he knows your body. As if he touches it every night– The pads of his fingers press against your sweet spot, and it causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head. 

“Oh, Toji, it’s so good.” You moan. His free hand goes up to your thigh and his nails dig into your skin as you moan his name. It doesn’t take too long for your orgasm to build up, that pressure builds up on your lower abdomen.

He sucks on your clit, and as he hears how you get louder and he detaches himself from your cunt. He looks up at you, watching you succumb to please. His thumb plays with your clit while he comments, “Your pussy tastes so fucking good. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

“Hmmm… Toji…” He watches your chest as your breathing gets heavy. 

“You look so pretty.” He can’t help but say. His eyes are glued to your face, watching every single one of your expressions. God, he’s so focused that he nearly misses your orgasm– But he’s so thankful he doesn’t as liquid gushes out of you. His eyes light up and a smirk comes to his face. “Oh you nasty slut. You’re a fucking squirter.”

You feel your face get warm of embarrassment, and when you’re about to tell him that you aren’t since it’s the first time it happens, he takes his fingers out and slaps your cunt twice and you’re more embarrassed since you loudly moan. He slaps your cunt a couple more times, much gentler each time but you give him a louder reaction each time. He finally gets up from the floor, his hand going to your face, squishing your cheeks beforehis lips meet yours again in a rough kiss. When he pulls away, he orders you to, “Open your fucking mouth.”

You do as he says and stick your tongue out once again. He brings his lips together and he spits in your mouth, and you’re completely grossed out but when you think about how his dick was in your mouth and you swallowed his cum, it doesn’t seem so bad. You swallow his spit and then smile at him. He squeezes your face and then says, “Oh, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Hmmm… Thank you.” You respond. “You’re not too bad yourself, Toji.”

“I need you to turn around and bend over.” Toji says, and you don’t waste a second. Your upper body presses against the bed while your ass is up in the air. Toji smacks your ass before he grabs his cock and strokes it a couple of times. You feel the tip run through your folds. Your hands grip the bed sheets as he pushes his dick into you. He does so slowly, and when he bottoms out, he gives you a minute to adjust to his size. 

Toji has to get adjusted to the way you feel around him… So warm… So tight– Fucking perfect. His hands go to your hips, his nails digging into your skin. He begins to move, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You didn’t think he’d feel this good inside you. He has just the perfect size too. You feel as his hand strikes against your ass a couple of times, causing you to moan with each slap.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good.” He says through gritted teeth. He’s gotten around, and he’s never felt so good before. Maybe it’s because it’s what he has at his hands and he doesn’t remember the last time he was with someone else. He mutters under his breath, “Fuck… Such a good little cunt.”

“It’s so good, Toji!” You’re much louder than he is, but you can’t control yourself. His cock hits all the right spots, and your head is buried into the mattress. You’re not the type of woman that usually does this, but you’re glad you’re doing it. He fits perfectly inside of you, and you’re in cloud nine with each of his movements.

Your hand goes under to play with your clit as you keep moaning his name over and over again. He’s making your body feel so fucking good, and it’s the same for him. You’re making a mess all over his cock, and he’s loving it, “You’re a nasty slut.”

When you slightly raise your head his arm reaches over, his finger hooking under your cheek and pulling and it drives you wild. Toji’s thrusts keep picking up speed, and you’re meeting his thrusts half way. Your walls tighten around him, and it takes everything in him to not lose control. “God, I love your sweet little pussy.”

“Oh god–” You’re practically yelling and he takes his finger out of your mouth. You keep your head pressed against the mattress. His name comes muffled coming from your lips as the mattress drowns them out. You finally reach your climax, your legs quivering and thankfully Toji holds on to you so you don’t tumble over. 

He keeps cursing over and over again, the man is nearly out of breath. His thrusts get sloppy. You feel so nice around him… He really wants to stay buried deep inside your pussy; he just wants to fill you up with his cum because one thing that Toji loves is a creampie. 

Just as he’s about to come, he pulls out and finishes on your ass, a loud groan leaving his lips. Before he throws himself on the bed, he picks up the same shirt and throws it at your back so you grab it to wipe the cum that’s on your ass. You lay down on the bed for a moment, right next to him, a sigh escaping your lips. 

“You’re a great fuck.” You comment. Toji’s head turns to look at you, his brows furrowing. A sheen sheet of sweat covers your body, your chest heavy as you regulate your breathing. He’s wondering what you’re still doing here. He’s gathering the words for how to properly kick you out of his room. He doesn’t like cuddling or having a woman stay for the night after sex unless the factor of money is in play. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, he remembers exactly why you’re here. He needs to pay you back.

His hand goes to your cheek, and he caresses your face. His lips go in for a kiss, and you don’t hesitate in kissing him back. You feel as his free hand begins to feel up your body again. When he pulls away he says, “You are too.”

You continue kissing, your body moving, getting on top of him. When your knees are on either side of him, you pull away. You smirk, looking down at him. Your hands run down his chest and you ask him, “Do you want more?”

He doesn’t respond, your lips going down to pepper his chest with kisses before you go to his neck. Your lips then land on his ear and you whisper, “I know you do.”

“Need to feel your pussy wrapped around me again.” Toji says, and your lips land on his again. Your tongue is more controlling this time, entering his mouth and pressing against his. His hand grabs his cock and he aligns it with your entrance. You moan into the kiss while Toji inserts himself into you. When every inch is inside you, he doesn’t move, and you think that he’s letting you adjust even though not too long ago he was buried inside you.

He doesn’t move at all, and you pull away from the kiss. He tells you, “If you want it so bad, you can work for it.”

“Pretty stupid that you told me you wanted to feel me wrapped around your dick again.” You comment, your hands using his chest as support as you begin to bounce on his dick. You finally get to look at his face while he’s inside you.

There’s a smug look on his face while his hands travel from your back to grip your ass. You’re moving back and forth on his cock, hitting the right spot that makes you feel so fucking good. Toji’s praising you, telling you how good you feel around him.  And while he enjoyed the view of your ass in your first position, he likes looking at your face better. Face filled with pleasure as his cock fills you up. 

Your movements were already slow in the beginning, they get even slower since you tire out quickly. Toji teases you, “Tired? Already?”

“Please move, Toji.” You ask him, pouting your lips. He chuckles before he begins to do the work for you. You curse over and over again since his thrusts are rapid at least compared to the speed that you had set.

Your hand goes down to play with your clit. Your pussy begins to tighten around him, and he has to bite down his lip to not let out an animalistic noise. You throw your head back, arching your back as you shut your eyes, “Fuck, it’s so good.”

It’s all too much for you to handle. You stop playing with yourself when you’re near the edge. 

“You’re so tight.” He says through gritted teeth. When you’re nearly coming you tell him,

“Finish inside me.” And it causes him to raise a brow, almost smirking.

“You on birth control, pretty girl? Wouldn’t want to knock you up.” Toji responds, and you shake your head.

“No, not on birth control.” You lie. You’re on birth control but for some reason lying fits better the situation– And you know that he likes the lie because he fucks you better, or maybe it’s that feeling that’s almost taking over you that makes it feel like that.

“Oh? You want a stranger to knock you up?” He questions, a taunting tone in his voice. His hand goes up to your face and he squeezes your cheeks with his index and middle finger, and his thumb. “You’re a stupid little bitch.”

And as the insult leaves his lips, you reach your high. Toji lets go of your face, his hands going to your hips and holding on to you. 

“If you want my cum so bad, I’ll give it to you.” He somehow fucks you with more vigor. It makes you realize that your lie was the right move. “But you’ll be on your own.”

You don’t object, barely listening to what he says. You don’t care too much since you’re on birth control, and you’re not getting off him until he finishes. He groans, closing his eyes as he finishes inside you, his warm cum filling you up.

You stay on top of him until he pulls you up and lays you down beside him. He can’t do his usual routine since he doubts that you’ve forgotten so easily about the money that he has to pay you back. And while Toji isn’t a man that cuddles, he has no option but to when you move closer and lay your head on his chest.

He warns you, “Don’t think this means anything.”

“I’m not an idiot.” You chuckle, and he can’t help but disagree. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be laying down here. You sit up and walk to the bathroom to clean yourself off, and while Toji would take this opportunity to run away, he’s staying in this room. He just has to continue playing the act. While you’re in the bathroom, he puts on his underwear. 

“I really wanted to believe that you had actually forgotten your wallet when I saw your car.” You say as you walk out of the bathroom. You begin to get dressed. Toji furrows his eyebrows, confused by what you’re trying to say. Before he can ask about it, you ask, “Will you go to the beach with me? Just to walk.”

“Isn’t it cold?” He asks, and you shrug.

“Shouldn’t you do whatever I ask? You do know that I paid for dinner… And we both know that you aren’t paying me back.” You point out and Toji’s eyes widen before a smirk comes to his face. Maybe you aren’t an idiot. “I thought you would at first when I saw your car, but then we got to the elevator and while you weren't all that interested in me all night, you kissed me.”

“Well that doesn’t say anything.” Toji responds as he looks for clothes to change into. After all, he isn’t going to pay you back so he has to do whatever you ask. He’s lucky that he’s in his room and that he has a lot of clothes with him, otherwise he would have to walk out shirtless. You pause to stare at him before you chuckle.

“So you’re going to pay me back? Is that why you’re changing?” You question, and he stays silent. When you’re both changed, he looks in his suitcase for something, and then he throws something your way. You look at the soft item that he threw your way, and nearly smile when you realize it’s a jacket. You put it on and you both walk out of the hotel.

The hotel is right by the beach so thankfully you don’t have to walk much. When you’re in the sand, you take off your shoes because your feet are nearly yelling at you for wearing heels for so long. Toji walks beside you, his hands in his pockets as he stares around. The beach looks like a completely different place at this hour.

“Why did you give me a jacket? I was fine earlier without one.” You speak up since you can’t stand the silence for too long, especially since the question bugs your mind. You look at him, his hands in his pockets and eyes staring off into the distance.

“Least I could do since I’m not paying you back.” He responds, and you laugh.

“Did you like the food at the very least?” You ask, and he shrugs, which isn’t the response that you were expecting. By the way he devoured the food, you were expecting a nod at the very least. But Toji isn’t the most expressive person, that’s what you can gather from tonight. “At the very least the wine, you did almost drink the whole bottle.”

“Not a big fan of alcohol. Doesn’t do anything to me and it tastes awful” He answers, and you come to stop, which causes him to come to a stop as well. He raises a brow before asking, “Is there something wrong?”

“You almost drank the whole bottle.” You point out.

“Because it was expensive. I wasn’t going to let it go to waste.” He replies, and you have to fight back from rolling your eyes. What’s done is done and you can’t force get the drink back. Although you’re irritated that he decided to drink almost everything. He clears his throat before asking, “Did you want to talk about anything specific? I’m kind of tired and have an early flight tomorrow.”

“Um… No.” You shake your head. The wind that blows sends a chill down your spine and Toji sighs. He throws his arm over you and you two begin to walk back to the hotel. 

“I guess… Thank you for dinner.” Toji tells you, and for some reason it brings a smile to your face. It’s the most basic thing. “It was nice meeting you here.”

“You have yet to apologize for being rude at the beach today.” You point out, and he doesn’t say anything in response. Toji isn’t the type of man that easily apologizes, even if he’s in the wrong. When he doesn’t say anything else, you tell him,

“It was nice meeting you too.”