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𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈𝙶𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙳!𝚃𝙾𝙹𝙸 - the first time he fucks you is at a bar.
3508wc. n\\fw. drinking, blurry consent, public restroom sex (unprotected), oral. barely edited. gets fluffy toward the end bc i cannot help myself
BODYGUARD!TOJI was barely of 16 when your father plucked him from his clan. he’d been barely 16, trained to fight from the moment he was born, and given to you a for your 13th birthday. he knows what happened -he won a fight, your father paid a hefty price for him, and his family handed him over like an animal-, but knows fuck all about how you ended up his responsibility. he’d been forced to fight for as long as he could remember, bred for that sole purpose, and protecting something -someone- was nothing like it.
but he had no choice but to accept the responsibility, made sweeter by the money and comfort that came with it. so, he plays knight-and-princess with you. lets you do fuck all as long as you don’t make his job tedious. and he finds that you’re amusing as time passes, so even tho he’d rather be bashing someone head into a concrete underground for others’ entertainment, he finds himself sticking closer and closer to you. his green gaze bored but always focused. always attentive. doesn’t even really like taking time off because he doesn’t trust anyone else to have your best interest in mind.
(doesn’t like other people touching his things, either.)
and proof of this comes one evening in a bar you shouldn’t know anything about. because you are a little princess- he’s made sure to keep you this way, following your fathers orders- and no little princess of his should know anything about where he goes to get his dick wet.
and yet: you’re sitting at a table with a group he recognizes from your college days. it’s a shock to his system, seeing how much they’ve grown. seeing that they’re men and not scrawny little crew members. and, in turn, seeing how much you’ve grown.
it hits him like a ton of fucking bricks. he doesn’t know how he missed it beyond the fact that he’s been doing his job, but he watches as you laugh at something one of them says before taking a shot. and then another. and another- this one spills from your lips, falling onto your bared chest and slipping between your breasts and he wonders where the fuck whoever was assigned to you is because this is the last thing you should be doing.
but, there is no sign of them. so he watches from his vantage point, keeping track of you as you attempt to cut yourself off while one of the little assholes continues to push drinks in your direction. and after an hour, when you get up to go to the restroom and said asshole teammate follows, toji is forced to recognize that his job has become a lifestyle. and his lifestyle is you.
of all fucking things.
so he follows and finds you in the bathroom. bent over the sink as the little asshole eats you out. and he has to hand it to you -as his eyes dart from where the other man is buried between your thighs to the view of you in the mirror, your tits squished together between your arms and hazy bliss on your face- he’s impressed by the turn of events. amused as your lips part under the low lights and you shift your weight to arch your back and reach back to adjust his head.
it’s your moan that snaps him out of it, whatever the fuck it is, forcing him to scowl before he growls your name. your eyes open slowly, finding him in the mirror, and shock flickers across your features for barely a second before your lashes flutter against your cheeks.
“t-toji,” you breathe as your finger loosen in your old teammate's hair.
he has no fucking clue how he hears you over the roar of the bar. no clue except for the fact that he’s perfectly-conditioned -no, fine-tuned to everything about you.
it’s a death sentence. truly. (and worse: he doesn’t hate it.)
“whoa,” the old teammate says. “dude. you’re still around?”
toji’s eyes flicker down to see the boy wiping his mouth with the back of hand.
“of course he is. what type of stupid question is that, brock?” you ask as you pull up your jeans. “toji and i will always be together.”
the other man -brock- looks between the two of you in surprise before asking, “like, romantically?”
“get out,” toji bites out, watching as you turn to lean your bum on the sink. “now, little boy.”
“what are you even doing here?” you ask once you’re alone.
he ignores the question in favor saying, “only sluts gets fucked in bathrooms. the filthier the cheaper.”
“ouch.” he watches as your hips wiggle distractedly, the desire for pleasure still drawn tight over your skin. “thank you for the vote of confidence.”
he sucks his teeth. “let’s go.”
“i came out to get laid. i’m not- don’t look at me. you don’t think i’m a virgin do you?”
“yes.”
you grin. it’s shit eating and his fists clench at his sides as you say, “oh” in a sympathetic tone that wedges itself under his skin. “i’m so sorry to disappoint, toji…to take that from you.”
he sees red. feels it burn through every inch of him. hears it, even, rushing through his ears. he says your name, tone clipped and cold. “let’s go.”
you don't budge. “why are you here? for the same reason?”
“where the fuck is whoever’s watching you?”
you cross your arms, framing your breasts in your low cut top, and he can’t believe how distracting it is considering he’s gone god-knows-how-long without noticing. “you’re the only one who takes care of me. everyone else lets me do whatever i want.”
“irresponsible,” he hisses and you laugh. “we’re leaving.”
“um, no. i need to get fucked.”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who feels like ice water has been thrown on him. who feels his cock start to stiffen as his lip curls in disgust. BODYGUARD!TOJI who resists the urge to manhandle you out of the restroom and bar by the skin of his teeth. BODYGUARD!TOJI who watches as your mouth curls to one side, mirth flashing in your eyes, and hears himself ask, “oh, you need to get fucked, huh?”
the bathroom door is still propped open with his foot, his large body taking up every inch of the doorway, and the look you shoot him cords desire through every inch of his body.
you’ve always been his. for as long as you all have known each other you’ve belonged to him and now -now- he sees a way to own you further. deeper.
his cock throbs as the idea bounces around in his head until he finally lets the door go and turns the lock. you gasp, eyes brightening with excitement as you straighten up, hips once again moving attractively under his watchful eyes.
“are you finally going to give me what i want?”
he has to hold himself back. he knows it. but that doesn’t mean he’s going to stop.
“i’m not going to give you anything,” he tells you as he closes the distance. “i am going to take, though.”
your body softens, submits to him as he fills the space before you. you nod, looking up at him through your lashes. “whatever you want.”
his hand settles on your hips. he hears your voice in his head, again asking are you finally going to give me what i want? he had no idea, and as he feels your skin under his palm he wonders how long you’ve wanted anything from him.
“you know you just have to ask. don’t you?”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who doesn’t really let you answer. who kisses you instead, tongue slow and sweet on purpose, savoring the moment with you just in case this is the only time. who can’t unsee the woman you’ve become since his eyes were opened, and doesn’t really want to.
BODYGUARD!TOJI who pops the button on your jeans and flattens his palm against your stomach before slipping in. who lets his index and pinky fingers flank your lips as his ring and middle fingers push between them. who finds you soaking wet from more than just the mouth of that little fucking boy you’d been suffering through oral with. who smiles at the needy little cry you give, your face pressing into his chest.
“how bad have you wanted it, baby?” he hums as he plays with your clit, fingers circling and teasing. “pussy is so fucking wet…”
“don’t tease,” you breathe, fingers digging into his arm. “you already know- haa, Tojiii, fuck-”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who always gives you what you want. who pushes his fingers into your hole and fucks you with them, his other hand coming up to the back of your head to hold you to his chest. who chuckles at the way your hands clench at his tshirt, your little pants wetting the fabric as he fucks you on his fingers.
“tell me what you need, princess.”
“your cock” -you nuzzle into his chest and toji feels something irrational pulse through him, a reminder that you’re his and that you’ve wanted him settling low in his stomach- “need it, toji. hard and fast until i’m- i’m- fuck yes” -your hips cant forward, grinding your clit to his palm, and there’s a sick, sticky sound that draws a groan from his stomach- “please.”
“until you’re what?”
“be-begging you to stop. until…until after that.”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who doesn’t disappoint. who pulls his hand from your cunt and sucks his fingers into his mouth, moaning at your taste and smirking at the way your eyes watch his, hazy and hungry.
he’s drunk off of it. off of you and it’s the greatest feeling. he doesn’t think he’ll be able to give it up.
“ask for it.”
“ask?” you tease, curious amusement in your gaze. “not beg?” you tilt your chin and he kisses you, tongue stroking yours.
his thumb strokes your check. “i want to hear you ask for it. explicitly.”
“i’m asking you to fuck me like a cheap slut in a filthy bathroom.”
he smirks, licking his lips as he steps back. “turn around.”
you do, eyes meeting his in the mirror, and he’s rough as he tugs your jeans low enough. his hands squeeze at your hips and ass, thumbs digging into the crease of your thighs before pushing back into your hole and pulling you open. he watches the way your eyes flutter closed, feels the way you attempt to push back into him, and realizes that others have seen this version of you. that this glimpse into your pleasure isn’t his and his alone.
it draws a growl from his chest.
he fucks his fingers into you, hard and fast as his other hand wraps around your waist. his fingers slide through the mess you’ve made of yourself, settling on your clit and circling. faster and faster as you tremble in his arms.
your eyes barely hold onto his as your head tilts back toward him in pleasure. he fucks you through it, adding a finger to stretch you open for him and cupping your cunt in his big hand once you attempt to wiggle away from him.
“haaa,” you breathe, looking back at him in the mirror. he dips his face into your shoulder, breathing you in, and the familiar scent of your perfume and skin mixes with the smell of your sex, overwhelming his senses and leaving him throbbing.
“fuck, toji- i-” he gives you a squeeze before letting you go “-so good. felt sooo good.”
he drops your gaze and focuses on pulling his hard on from his jeans. he decides -somewhere between fisting his thick cock and rubbing the head to your slit- that he can fuck thought of anyone else from your mind. that he won’t have to worry about if there will be a second time, just about when.
“c-condom?”
“no.” he smirks at you. “i’m fucking you raw, princess.”
“b-but-”
“‘m clean,” he breathes, “and you’re mine, yn.”
he hears your breath catch, feels the way you shift needily. “yours, huh?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him. “how many girls have you fucked raw?”
“how many brocks have you?”
“never,” you answer. “i’ve never fucked anyone without a condom.”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who doesn’t bother hiding his groan of pleasure or shy away from leaning in to kiss the curve of your cheek. who feels like he’s won a prize- who knows he has. “good girl.”
“toji,” you bite out, your annoyance making him smirk.
“you’re the first.” he licks his lips as he fits his cock between your swollen folds, his drooling tip teasing you mercilessly. “the only… do you trust me?”
“trust suggests i doubt you, t-toji.” your statement is broken by a whimper. “i d-don’t doubt you…i could never.”
he licks at your neck, teeth grazing your skin at the taste as you say, “i’m asking you to ruin me.”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who bullies his cock into you and laughs as you cum from his sheer size, your moans and whimpers of pleasure filling his ears. who fucks you hard and slow against the bathroom sink, one hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip as he takes and takes and takes, each stoke long and hard.
he never looks away from you, green eyes focused on watching pleasure play out on your features. watches you become his and his alone as he pounds you through another orgasm, your pretty lips parted and gaze unfocused as you breathe his name like it’s the only thing you know.
“-toji, t-toji, tojiiii-”
it echoes, each utterance like music to his ears and balm to his soul as you cum again and fuck if anyone told him this is how tonight would end he’d have faught them. might have killed even. but, as it stands now -now that he feels your velvety walls around his cock, pulsing and stretching to take all of him- he can’t help but accept the situation for what it is: heaven.
BODYGUARD!TOJI who taunts you, the hand at your neck sliding, his arm cradling you in a chokehold as he pulls you back. you back bows, pushes you further onto his cock, and he can’t help the groan that escapes him as you gasp because he’s nearly all the way. who stuffs you to the brim, imprints himself on you, and he’s certain he could go a little further. that he could give you more and you’d accept like you were made for him. that you could take all of it if he really needed you to.
“makin’ such a fuckin’ mess, baby,” he murmur, loving the tears that wet you’re cheeks. “such a sloppy fuckin’ pussy.”
you whimper, walls pulsing weakly around him in the sweetest of orgasms: they’re his now. not yours. you know it as well as he does. you may have needed to get fucked- might have enjoyed the first two, but everything that’ll ever follow is his.
“ruin you, uh?” he asks, breath hot at your ear. “ruin you for who? for fun?”
“f-for an-nyone else, ba-haa, god, fuck-baby. ah-i don’want anyone else.”
he smirks, tilting his hips just right and feeling the head of his cock slip in deeper. like a fucking puzzle piece. you gasp and cry, hands coming up to grip his arm.
“tojiii,” you whimper, tears wetting his arms.
“i’m ruining you, baby,” he bites out, pounding into you and finally letting his eyes fall to where your tits bounce in your shirt. “you asked for it, didn’t you?”
you groan, the sound delirious before you breathe, “yeah…”
“say it” -he shakes you a bit, forcing you to meet his piercing gaze- “lemme hear you say it.”
“i asked f-for this,” you pant, eyes hazy in the mirror. you do your best to maintain eye contact and he can’t help but find it sexy. the way you struggle and accept and cry and again say, “i-i asked for thiiiis.”
he can still feel you trembling, walls pulsing weakly over and over, and as your body sags against him he sees fucking stars because the weight of you is perfect. perfect. perfect as fucks into you, short and fast now, loving the feel of your swollen cunt sucking him back in with every stroke.
“tappin’ out on me, already?” he chuckles, voice low as he listens to you. someone bangs on the door, but you’re too far gone to notice and he doesn’t give a fuck. “i thought you needed you get fucked, princess? were you that desperate? i haven’t even filled you up yet.”
“toji,” you murmur, nails digging into his arm.
he grunts, loving the feel of it. “gonna take more for me, yeah?”
you moan, half looking over your shoulder. “yeah,” you agree, voice thick with lust.
“a lil’ more for me, baby. you feel so good…”
“a-asked for this.”
fuck. he fucks you harder, cock throbbing and balls aching. all because of you. you. who he’s never even considered and yet-
he shoves his fingers into your mouth before you can cry out, moaning at the wet feel of your tongue. “can you still taste your pussy on my fingers? good girl, baby. suck’em just like that.”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who teases filth in your ear until he fills you up and holds you still on his cock, both of his arms drawn around your shoulders and face buried into you. who can still feel you trembling, your cunt squeezing at his cock as though you haven’t gotten enough, and has to remind himself that you’re too far from home. that you’re in a disgusting public restroom. that you’re his charge, his responsibility, his spoiled brat of a princess- his.
it’s the word he focuses on because it’s true.
“toji,” he hears you say, voice breathy and desperate even now. “i-i don’t want you to pull out.”
he chuckles, eyes meeting yours in the grimy mirror. “are you asking?”
“ha- well. n-no. i can’t…i can’t take anymore. i swear to god the head of your cock is in my fucking cervix r-right now-”
he chokes on a laugh. “you’d be an actual crying mess of pleasure if that was true.”
“wha- uh. please. just let me down a little. not too fast- fucking-fuck you feel so-
“i’m so empty now.” you whimper, slipping out of his arms as you pull your jeans back up. “god, i can-i can feel your cum-”
he watches you slump against the wall and shove your hand down the front of your pants. wonders briefly who the hell would do such a thing until he hears you whimper and watches as you pull your hand free and lift your fingers to reflect the light.
“-how funny. i’ve never-”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who watches you lick your fingers, your face still wet with tears. who groans, a choked laugh escaping him at your startled expression. who tucks his spent cock back into his jeans and steps closer to you, eyes not dropping yours as you continue to lick your fingers clean.
“yn.” he leans in, kisses you over your fingers and strokes his tongue over yours once you move your hand. “are you comin’ home? or remainin’ with your friends?”
“wherever you’re going.” you hesitate for a moment before gripping the edge of his shirt, your other hand coming up to wipe your face. “if-if that’s ok.”
his knuckles brush your stomach as he buttons your jeans, but it’s only as he tugs the zipper that the gravity of what he’s done settles upon him. he’s fundamentally changed the structure of your relationship because he was angry. angry and jealous. the thought confuses him now, but it doesn’t stop him.
he hooks a finger in one of your belt loops and tugs you closer. looks down his nose at you. again wonders how he overlooked the woman you’ve become before.
“whatever you want,” he tells you, hugging you to his chest for a moment.
it dawns on him that it’s rare, touching each other. something done only out of necessity. but as your arms sneak around his waist he decides he likes it. more than he probably should, considering he works for your father. that he’s paid to protect, not fuck you.
but, his thoughts are cut short by someone banging on the door. he hugs you closer when you jump, hyper aware of how soft you are against him.
“don’t let go.”
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BODYGUARD!TOJI who accepts it. whose job has become his lifestyle and whose lifestyle is you. who understands that even though you're his -and his alone now, considering he was going to beat the shit out of whoever let you out of their sight-, you have a hold on him that he can’t describe. that you’ve always had that hold on him, from the moment he’d been sold to your father.
“yn…i won’t.”