[11:07]were Gonna Get Caught, You Forewarn Stoner!jaemin, Brows Furrowed Together In Worry As You Look

[11:07] “we’re gonna get caught,” you forewarn stoner!jaemin, brows furrowed together in worry as you look around the classroom. he only laughs, breaking off a piece of his brownie and handing it to you.

“not if you act like it’s just regular food. you’ve never done this before, right?” he asks, to which you slightly shake your head, causing him to smile and chuckle at your innocence. “only take a little bit, then, and we’ll see how far we can go after.”

you hesitantly take the bit from his hand and put it in your mouth, only getting more nervous as you watch him stuff the rest of it in his own. another grin grows on his face as you look up at him with puppy eyes, panic beginning to set in now that you’ve actually consumed it.

“calm down, y/n, you’ll be fine. you’ll feel better in a minute. trust me.” jaemin places his hand on your thigh and rubs it in soothing circles, and you can only do as he says and hope he’s right as you lean forward to continue doing your work.

you cannot tell me that the guy from lady k and the sick man dont look EXACTLY like toji

coverboy 1997

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can anyone PLEASE recommend some nct stoner aus/fic/drabbles??? those give me LIFE. like I NEED TO READ MORE OF THEM PLEASE 

Thinking of a nerdy, shy Jaemin pounding into you from behind brutally, the cruel pace contradicts the innocent aura of your good friend.

His once innocent, and kind smile, has turned into a tight lipped expression, eyes furrowed in what looks like anger and overwhelming pleasure. His soft, pale hands are now red and veined, gripping at your makeshift pony tail, and the other on your ass, spreading it apart.

With every thrust, his bed frame hits the plaster wall before it, surely leaving a dent. The bed squeaks at his vicious attack on your pussy, and for a second, you forget it’s your kind hearted, gentle tutor who’s fucking you.

Your chest is pulled off the bed from his grip on your hair, and your arch deepens into an almost painful position, but you take it nonetheless. His rhythm is hard and fast, causing your eyes to tear up as your body jolts systematically.

“O-oh my god” you cry out, grabbing onto his wrist from behind you that’s still gripping the flesh of your ass, you hiccup and whine, a mantra of pants and pathetic moans leave your sore and plump lips and you allow him to use you.

You haven’t came yet, and you don’t think you will, that’s not his intention anyways. His intent is to fuck you for his own pleasure, to use your smaller body to his advantage, to degrade, and humiliate you like you’ve done to him all these years.

You would’ve never considered yourself a bully, you teased your good ol’ friend Jaemin for shits and giggles, to see that red blush on his pretty face, and his gorgeous eyes roll in annoyance.

But he’s seem to taken it more personal, and he also seems to be taking his revenge.

“You stupid bitch” he whimpers out, despite his barbaric speed, his voice can’t help but to sound so cute, so naive.

He grabs the hand that’s gripping his wrists with the same arm, and pulls it behind your back, you lift yourself up a little more and roll your head back in pleasure and pain.

All because you made some mean jokes, you think.

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞

NSFW! minors do not interact! 18+ only!

🌸Word count: 5.3K

🌸AU: Toji as your bodyguard and you're a hotheaded CEO of a big company

🌸CW: humiliation, bratty reader, brat tamer! Toji, mean! Toji, face slapping (just once), name calling (mainly 'bitch' and 'brat'), unprotected sex, daddy kink

🌸A/N: There's definitely going to be a Part 2 where we look into their past 😏 Also, this is the first time I'm writing a full length fic with 2nd POV. Let me know if this is better? It was very unnatural for me but not difficult to ease myself into.

Prelude🔞>>

“Fuck!”

The door slams behind you as you stomp into your office, already taking the clip off your hair and launching it into the ground. Toji looks up from the monitor at your desk where he is hovering over, his huge hand on the mouse that looks tiny compared to his size.

You see him standing at your desk, so you stamp your foot and cross your arms like a brat. You notice the quirk of his eyebrow, but Toji doesn’t say anything as he closes the window on the monitor and stands upright. He steps away from your desk and you immediately walk over. You throw yourself on your expensive desk chair and throw your head back against the headrest.

You groan loudly. “I hate the Choo’s,” you complain in a grumble.

Toji is quiet as he walks over to where your hair clip is lying on the floor, having fallen victim to your hot temper. He bends down and picks up the fragile looking thing with his rough and calloused hands, walks back over to set it back down on your table, and finally gives you his attention.

“Meeting didn’t go so well?”

You glare up at him. Usually, your employees would be sweating buckets, or even scrambling with fear to leave the room. Toji is the only one of them to not just stand there like an unwavering fortress, but to even talk back to you like you’re not his employer.

So when Toji quirks an eyebrow at your deathly gaze, you give up and throw yourself forward onto your table. Your forehead would have slammed on the hard mahogany desk if not for Toji’s fast reflexes and his hand resting on the spot between your forehead and the table.

“They’re so evil, I swear,” you mumble grumpily. “They teased us with so many questions that I thought there was definitely a chance of us working together.” You lift your head up now, glaring up at Toji again. He takes his hand away from the table. “And then they told us they’d have to sit on the fucking deal!!! Like we’re not offering them millions of dollars for their stupid prototype that no one probably cares about.”

Toji lifts his arm and pulls the sleeve of his blazer back to glance down at his watch as he asks, “Then why do you care?” He looks up now and tips his head up slightly. “Time to go. Lunch with Mr. Ryo in 15.”

As you get up from your chair, Toji goes to get your handbag. “Because we’re going to make it better and then people will care.” You follow your bodyguard out of your office and stand next to him while you wait for the lift. You turn to him typing on his phone. “And also because my dad, for some reason, likes the Choo’s.”

Toji sends the short message to your driver and locks his phone. As the elevator doors slide open to welcome you in, he tucks his device back into his pocket and ushers you into the metal box. You wait for him to press the button for the lobby and step back to his spot next to you.

“And why can’t they sit on the deal?”

You let out the most exasperated groan. “Because!!! We need the project running as soon as possible. It’s going to take years to complete!” The elevator stops at a few levels below your floor and opens for some employees just as you shout, “And they’re fucking stupid to sit on millions of dollars!”

The people entering stare wide-eyed at you before noticing who you actually are. They immediately bow in greeting and respect before glancing at the big man next to you. You huff under your breath and shuffle closer to Toji. The rest of the ride down to the lobby is awkward and tense. Everyone scuttles out of the confined space the moment you reach the first floor. Toji holds the door open for you before leaving himself.

“Cool it,” Toji mutters in a low and quiet voice as you maneuver through the lobby with a big hand on the small of your back, his other hand holding your handbag. “Don’t bring that attitude to lunch or Mr. Ryo’s going to—”

“Talk smack about our company,” you complete his sentence and roll your eyes. “I know.”

Toji takes a brief peek at your sulking face. You look up at him with a slight pout. You are having the worst day ever. And it seems to make your bodyguard’s lip twitch into a tiny smile. He doesn’t say anything but you feel the way his hand rubs gently on your back in a minuscule action and it makes you feel just a little bit better.

“My head hurts,” you grumble as you walk through the door of your office after lunch with Mr. Ryo.

You dump yourself on your office chair while Toji sets aside your handbag. He checks his watch while walking over to you. “You have 45 minutes before your next meeting. Take a short nap.”

Your head is leaning back on your chair, your eyes already shut. The pounding in your head is getting a little louder, as if it is warning you of an impending disaster that hasn’t happened. You hear Toji’s silent footsteps around the office before you feel something heavy draped over your body, and you know that it is his blazer still warm from his body heat wrapped around you. You’re already snuggling into the comfortable makeshift blanket that smells like Toji when your office phone rings shrilly in the quiet space.

You snap your eyes open irritably, only to see that Toji has already picked up the phone to stop it from ringing again, his smouldering eyes on you. You sigh and hold your hand out. He places the phone in your hand. You put the receiver to your ear and speak.

“Yes?”

The other person on the line stutters a little at your irritable greeting. But he manages to get out whatever he is calling you for. “M-Mr. Choo’s team just called.” You sit up straighter in your seat now. Toji is watching you closely. “They said they’ll accept the offer for 25 million.”

Your eyes bulge in your sockets as you shoot up from your seat in indignance, Toji’s blazer falling to the ground. “Twenty-five million?!” you nearly scream. The other party on the line doesn’t say anything, knowing it is fruitless. “Are they out of their goddamn minds?! That’s extortion! That’s like paying $500 for a fucking hairtie! That’s stupid! Ridiculous!” You are positively heaving at this point. You might have heard the guy gulping in fear of your wrath, but you are too angry to register it. You take a deep breath and say very solemnly, “Put the phone down because I am going to scream.”

At once, the line goes dead. You groan as you fling the phone away from your ear, letting it dangle off the table. You glance at Toji staring up at you cautiously the entire time he bends to pick up the telephone. Turning around to face your floor-to-ceiling windows, you shut your eyes and let out a frustrated scream at the top of your lungs that has your face all red now.

You’re heaving, your heart is racing, and your blood is boiling. Yet Toji has the audacity to say, “Calm down.”

You turn on your heels and glare at him. He keeps his gaze levelled with yours. You scream again, because how dare he ask you to calm down? And 25 million?!

You open your eyes and see Toji is staring back at you, now with his arms crossed over his chest, his white shirt tight around his hefty arms. His eyes are dark and his gaze is hard.

“Sit down—”

“Don’t ask me to sit down and ‘calm down’!” you shout at him because you already know what he is going to say. You slam a hand down on your desk as you glare at him. “I hate that you’re always asking me to relax when I’m mad. I’m always mad for a reason, Toji! And you telling me to calm down isn’t going to help me fucking calm down!!!” you rant angrily.

“Don’t cuss at me,” is all he says. His voice is surprisingly quiet.

Your eyes still locked on his, you say in a stable, confident voice, “Fuck the Choo’s. And fuck you, Toji.”

The tension in the room wraps around the both of you like a heavy fog, almost making it difficult to breathe. Toji is still standing there, looking calm and collected, but the glare in his gaze and the rigidity in his body tell you otherwise. You let out a strained groan as you hang your head, bringing your other hand down to the desk so that you’re just leaning on the expensive table. Your mind is reeling and you don’t hear Toji moving from his spot.

But your breath stops in your throat when a rough hand cups your chin and forces you to look up. Toji is staring down at you now, a frown between his brows.

“Being a bitch to me is not going to solve anything,” he mutters in a low, dangerous voice. He lets go of your chin now, trails a gentle finger along your hair to tuck it behind your ear, and suddenly you feel the hard impact of his calloused hand on your cheek. You gasp and a tiny moan escapes your lips. “Pissing me off is not going to help, is it?” He stares at you, waiting for your response. You shake your head obediently. He nods, satisfied that you’re being responsive. “And did you or did you not promise me that you’d be a good girl?”

There is a beat of silence before you resign to the fact that you have pissed your bodyguard off and you’re not going to be let off. “I did,” you whisper.

Toji licks his lips. “And did you or did you not curse at me when I told you not to?”

You drop your eyes in embarrassment. Your voice is quiet when you answer, “I did.” Lifting your gaze again to meet his, you give him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry,” you murmur.

“Too late for that now, brat.” You notice the slight twitch of Toji’s lips. He is definitely angry. “You were asking for it, weren’t you?”

“No—!”

Toji takes a step back. “Come here. Stand in front of me.”

You gulp. “Toji, I—”

“No,” he snaps, pointing a finger at you. “Don’t think you get to get away with cursing at me when I told you not to. You’re a spoilt brat who throws a fucking fit when you don’t get what you want.”

“You just cursed too, Daddy,” you squeak fearfully, the last word slipping out easily every time you end up in a predicament like this with your bodyguard. He takes the domineering bitch out of you and turns you into a submissive little girl.

Toji’s dark green eyes dance and his lips tilt in amusement. “That’s on Daddy Privilege, brat.”

“That’s not fair,” you whine.

“Don’t make me go over to you.”

Your lips immediately stamp together and you purse them to stay quiet. You can tell that Toji is not in the mood for your games today. Not after being disrespected like that. Especially when all he has done is take care of you like you’re made of glass. Well, except the times he disrespected you in bed. Not that you hated it anyway.

Like a kicked puppy, you stand upright and shuffle tiny steps until you are standing in front of Toji. You dare not look him in the eye but you can feel his towering physique over you. He unfolds his arms to undo the top few buttons of his shirt.

“What should I do with you?” You can feel the insides of your mouth drying at the sight of his hard chest peeking out from between the unbuttoned plackets of his shirt. Toji tilts his head to the side just so slightly, his eyes dark and smouldering on you. “What do you think you deserve for being a brat to me and breaking your promise?”

You gulp and wring your hands together. “Um… A spanking, Daddy?”

Toji hums as he reaches out to stroke your cheek with his thumb. “Hmm, no. I don’t think that is enough. You deserve a harsher punishment.”

You watch his lip tilt in a smirk right before he leans in close. “I’m going to have you beg and cry for forgiveness, baby. Daddy is going to watch you humiliate yourself,” he murmurs into your ear, his hand now dropping so slowly that his fingers brush against your chest.

Now, he moves back a step. You watch him stride towards your desk where he perches himself on the edge of it. He raises his brows at you.

“Turn around, kneel on the ground, and look at me.”

You listen. Nothing good will come out of you not listening to him. You’re staring up at Toji, once again noticing just how huge he is. You could be taller than the average girl and he could still make you feel tiny around him. He towers over you with his height and his broad shoulders. He makes you feel safe and secure, even during times like this.

You glance down at where his hand is resting on his crotch. If you don’t pay attention, he would look like he is simply leaning against the table, staring down at you. But you see through his relaxed posture. You notice his thumb moving in sensual strokes as he pins his heavy gaze on you. His erection grows under his palm.

“You're such a darling when you’re kneeling before me,” he murmurs softly, the rest of his fingers curling slightly to adjust his hardened cock in his pants. “And it gives me great satisfaction knowing only I can get you like this,” he continues as he strokes himself over his pants now.

His green eyes are dark and hooded as he watches you just gazing up at him with round, sparkling eyes. He sees the apology written in your gaze but he notices the desire in your eyes even more. He knows how impatient you are and he knows this is the best way to torture you — not letting you touch his “pretty cock,” as you like to call it.

Toji’s actions are slow as he unzips himself and pushes down on the waistband of his briefs. He pulls his cock out, and you immediately know that he is not fully erect yet even though he is already standing thick and hard. You swallow and lick your lips, knowing just how to make him grow to his fullest size. But Toji has other plans.

You watch him spit into his palm before wrapping his hand around his cock. His eyes are on you the entire time. He smirks at you. “Stick your tongue out, Princess. Let Daddy imagine fucking your mouth.” You part your pink lips and let your tongue roll out of your mouth. Toji moans as he licks his bottom lip and bites down on it. His hand only pumps his cock several times before he is fully erect and hard. “Oh, I want your lips wrapped around my cock,” he moans, gaze flickering between your pleading eyes and your wet tongue.

You move your knees to shuffle forward and reach your hand out as you eagerly offer, “Daddy, let me—”

At once, Toji stops and holds his leg out, just in time for his shoe to rest on your forehead. You have never been humiliated like this before, not even by him. But somehow, your heart jumps and your stomach flips. You look up at the towering man exuding all the power and control in the room and you suddenly realise that he has a certain dominance that even you don’t have. He pushes on your forehead slightly before taking his foot away. And now you see the way he is staring down at you with cold amusement, sneering at you. Your entire body buzzes with excitement.

“Naughty girls only get to watch,” he mutters, stroking his cock again. “Naughty girls don’t deserve to have Daddy’s big cock in their mouths. Do they?”

You reluctantly shake your head. Huffing in defeat, you sit back on your heels again, pouting as you watch Toji stroke himself. He watches you in amusement, especially when your pupils dilate and your tongue darts out to wet your lips as you watch him hold his cock by the base and bounce his meat up and down like he normally would on the flat of your tongue. Fuck, why did you have to be a brat to him?

“Pull your dress up, Princess,” Toji requests all of a sudden. Eager, you quickly do as he says. “Spread your legs.” Still kneeling on the ground, you comply. “Wider.”

You open your legs as wide as you physically can. Toji eyes the spot between your legs, noticing your puffy lips peeking out from the small piece of thong barely even covering much. He lets out a groan as he pumps his cock faster. You lift your hips slightly, which only makes him grunt at the back of his throat. Feeling a little braver now, you reach to your panties slowly, anticipating him to stop you again.

When he doesn’t, you pull the crotch of your panties aside and spread your lips for him. The smack of your wet lips spreading is loud in the room, but Toji’s groan of appreciation is even louder. His head hangs back and his eyes are barely even open. His hand is moving even faster now.

“Oh, fuck… Princess…”

Your wetness is starting to seep out of your pussy from hearing his moans. You want to touch yourself, but you know that Toji will not allow that. You almost want to slap yourself for thinking you could be a brat to him and live.

You freeze and look up at Toji with wide eyes when he stands abruptly. He is heaving for breath as he stares down at you, his hair falling out of place from the clean, professional hairstyle he always does for work. (You like how he looks after hours the most, though.)

“Call for Bora,” he mutters breathlessly.

Bora is your PA that works very closely with you and in turn with Toji to make sure he has your schedule. But for safety reasons, Toji is planted to your side more than Bora is. But she has her own desk outside your office. You know that they hardly ever communicate, judging from how curt Toji is with her, and how nervous and shy she gets around him.

Which is why your eyes snap wide open as you lift off your heels and hold your hand out to him. “No, Daddy. I’ll—”

“I’m not in the mood to fuck brats,” he grunts, moving forward, closer to you but closer to the door, too. He flickers his deepset gaze on you. “And you were having fun being a bitch to me, weren’t you? I’m sure Bora will—”

“I’m sorry!” you cry desperately. He knows he would hurt you this way.

Toji stares at your begging face for a long while. Then, he lifts his head and stares at the door. “She’d be such a good girl for me, I bet. I see the way she looks at me. And I know she’d do anything I say. She’ll make such cute faces for me too—”

“Fuck Bora!!!” you scream, jealousy gnawing at your chest that it gets painful. “Fuck her, fuck every other girl that looks at you!” Toji stares at you again, quiet as he spectates your fit. He's glad your office is soundproof. “I’m the only one for you! Even if I curse at you. Even if I am a brat to you!”

You’ve been yelling at him so hard and with so many emotions that you realise belatedly that tears are streaming down your face. He stares at you for a long time, even watching you shamelessly and angrily wipe your tears with the back of your hands. You’re glaring back at him, sniffling and trying to still look intimidating.

The corners of Toji’s lips tilt upwards ever so slightly. He takes big strides to you and bends down to wrap his strong arms around your waist and the back of your thighs. You hiccup in surprise as he carries you up, your arms naturally circling his neck. Walking back to the desk, he pushes aside the stationeries on your table and sets you down on the surface. Toji leans back and your hands fall from his nape. You glance at the way he is glaring down at you and you immediately look away, your face red with embarrassment.

“You’re such a jealous little bitch,” he murmurs. You huff, about to lift your head to argue that you’re not jealous when you feel a pair of lips on your forehead. Toji mutters against your skin, “I don’t even know why I put up with your brattiness. Should’ve quit long ago.”

This time, you snap your head up. He leans back slightly to gaze down at you. You frown at him. “You can’t quit.”

He cocks an eyebrow as he rests his big hands on your knees, spreads them apart, and positions himself between them. “And why not?”

“Because you’re mine!”

Toji chuckles as he gently moves aside your panties. “I don’t belong to you, Princess.”

You balk at his retort. He strokes his cock as he watches you come up with a comeback. You finally say, “Then I’ll fire you and hire another bodyguard! And I’ll let him fuck me stupid!”

Toji actually laughs. He comes closer and rubs his cockhead along your wet lips, making you purse your lips and rock your hips. “No one knows you better than I do, Princess. Maybe you can fuck them stupid. But only I can fuck you stupid.”

You swallow your pride when he slaps his heavy cock on your swollen clit. As he rubs the bud with his tip, you let out a heavy sigh and drop your head to rest your forehead on his shoulder.

“I want to belong to you,” you whisper, not wanting to say it any louder lest your dignity hears your vulnerable confession.

And Toji is kind enough not to make you say it again. He slides his cockhead down your slit. But as he pushes against your tight hole, finally penetrating you, he drops his head and says, “But if you act out on me again, I’m going to fuck Bora on her table next.”

You whip your head up to glare at him, only for you to catch a glimpse of Toji’s grin before he kisses you. He inhales your moan as you take in his entire size, his cock stretching you up and filling you fully. More tears slip down your cheeks, except this time from involuntary pleasure. You squeeze your thighs together to try to shut them, only to end up clamping down on Toji’s hips.

The big man nips and sucks on your tongue and lips, making the passionate kiss hot and steamy. You slide an arm around his neck while your other hand rests on his firm chest, sliding your palm across until you touch skin. Toji moans at your cold touch as he slides out of your creamy pussy before plunging back into you. Your kisses are turning sloppy with every thrust of his hips until you finally throw your head back and let out a loud moan.

Toji holds his big hands on your waist. He leans down and buries his face in your neck, giving you kisses and bites. He makes sure not to mark you even though he really wants to. But he knows that he cannot risk your image like that.

You’re sliding up and down the desk, following the rhythm of Toji’s fucking. You slide your hand under his shirt to find his nipple where you play with it. Toji tilts his head and moans into your ear to let you know he enjoys your touches before he leans his head back to hover over you. Your eyes are hardly even open from the pleasure of his veiny cock rubbing on your insides. He slides his hand up to your breast and squeezes it harshly, making you mewl loudly. Leftover tears fall from your waterline.

“Still wanna curse at me next time, Princess?” You immediately shake your head. You hate crying. And you hate feeling jealous. Toji hums. “Still wanna be a brat to Daddy?”

This time, you cannot promise him, so you whisper, “Maybe.”

Toji growls. You gasp when he pushes you back to lay on your desk, on top of important documents and scattered pens. But you don’t take notice of that when he brings your knees together and fucks you even deeper. He leans down to sneer at you.

“You’re such a fucking brat.”

You’re a moaning mess as he fucks you fast and hard, almost like a feral beast. His breathing is hard and his teeth are bared in a snarl. You know that he is close. So you tighten your walls and push your ass out to meet his hips every time he thrusts into you. None of you hear paper and pens falling to the ground.

“Fuck, baby,” Toji curses, now yanking your legs wide open to lean down over your body.

You moan into his mouth when he meets your lips with his. The sticky slapping sound of his hips meeting your ass is loud in the room, but not as loud as the wet sloshing of his monster cock ravaging your clenching pussy.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.”

This only spurs you on to squeeze your pussy even more. Toji lets out a loud, guttural moan and you know that he is going to cum. But he slows down and tries to catch himself again, not wanting to finish until you’re satisfied. But then you lick your fingers and reach down to rub on your clit and now Toji is getting more vocal with every second, his moans loud, his grunts low. You can hear him murmuring your name, almost like a plea to stop. His hands grip your trembling thighs as your body shakes from the sensitivity of getting fucked while having your clit stimulated.

“Mm, Daddy,” you mewl, tears forming on your lash line again. Your head is starting to turn into mush. “Toji… I want you to cum in me, Daddy.”

“Fuck, baby,” he curses, speeding up his thrusts now. He can’t give a shit if he finishes before you now. And your pulsing pussy isn’t going to help him last anyway. “Oh, I’m going to cum, Princess. I’m going to cum in you. Daddy’s going to cum, baby.”

And with one hard slam, Toji buries his twitching cock deep inside of you, so deep that your eyes roll to the back of your head. He mewls as you ride his cock, moving your hips as you keep rubbing on your clit. Toji is slowly calming back down from his high when your cunt tightens in short pulses around his meat. Your orgasm only makes him moan at the sensitivity and he is at the mercy of your pussy when he involuntarily makes a short thrust into you and gives you one more spray of his seeds.

Your body is still shaking and your entire vision is black. Your body feels tingly and sweaty. Toji regains his composure faster than you do. You feel him slip out of you, cover your cream-filled pussy with your panties again, and grab a tissue to clean himself off. When you have finally caught your breath, you move up on your elbows weakly, just in time to see Toji finishing up with zipping his pants. He looks up at you, holding the vulnerable gaze you always hold after sex, so unlike the you that he works for.

As he buttons up his shirt again, he moves forward and leans against the table, letting your covered pussy press against his crotch. Once he finishes buttoning up, he cages you in with his hands on the desk and leans in to hover closely over you.

“Kiss me.”

You lift your head to give him a soft kiss on his lips. Toji slips his hand behind your head, letting you rest snugly on his palm as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss. You mewl softly into his lips. He parts from the kiss and makes a trail with his lips along your cheek until his lips are by your ear.

"Do you think Bora would be cuter than you when I fuck her?"

Repulsed, you gasp and recoil your head, thumping your fist against his chest. Toji laughs at your reaction as he straightens up and holds you by the waist. He picks you up easily and sets you back down on the ground where you're standing with your arms across your chest and a deadly glare pointed his way. He only grins at you like you're the cutest thing he has ever seen while he straightens out your dress for you. Then, he checks his watch and lets out a low whistle.

"Oops. Took up your time there, Princess. Time for your meeting."

You're rooted to the same spot while he picks up his blazer. You keep glaring at him even as he walks past you and you're just glowering at his broad back. Finally realising that you're not following him, he stops and turns around. You furrow your eyebrows even more and jut your pouty lips out a bit more. Toji sighs and tilts his head slightly. You can see the affection in the slight curl of his lips.

"You're really a brat no one else can compete with." He holds out his hand as you drop your jaw open, ready to snap at him. "Come here, pretty girl."

Your body immediately turns off Defensive Mode as you turn into a shy, little girl. Your cheeks are pink and your lashes are fluttering as you blink at him. "The prettiest?"

He rolls his eyes, but you know that it is an endearing act. "The cutest, the prettiest, and also the brattiest." He taps his watch again, now giving you a slightly sterner look. "Are you going to move that ass?"

You giggle as you skip forward happily to stand before him. You're beaming at him as you chirp, "I'm going to fire Bora."

He rolls his eyes again in exasperation. "Don't do that. She's good at her job." You give him a look, which only makes him sigh. "I've never had any girl live with me before. And you have a fucking dresser in my room. And toothbrush in my bathroom. And your stupid smelling shampoo too."

"You like the smell of my shampoo," you counter indignantly.

But you know that he said that for the sake of making you feel more secure in your relationship with him. You're not sure what this is, but you're sure it's love. Even Toji knows that, too. Neither of you just want to admit it. But that is okay, because unspoken words always bear the most weight.

Toji ignores you as he walks over to open the door to let you walk through it. He follows closely after you and you smile to yourself when you feel the tip of his nose bumping the back of your head as he takes a whiff of your stupid smelling shampoo.

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