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„Immature."
"You think because you can spread your legs for me 'n look pretty that you’re ready for everythin' else?"
Toji Fushiguro x Fem!reader.
Synopsis: Fighting with your toxic boyfriend Toji is mentally draining.
Warnings: mentions of sex, implied age gap, cuss words, arguing, toxic behavior. (None of this is meant to be romanticized, it’s just fiction.)
WC: 600+
Toji is literally so Mean.
He will use everything he can against you whenever you’re arguing.
The fact that you’re much younger than him, physical touch to make you shut up or he’ll just make you go crazy by purposefully provoking you until you snap to make it seem like you’re being irrational and immature.
"Are you serious? You’re gone for two days without saying anything or answering my texts and now you just expect me to not say anything and welcome you back home with a warm meal? What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
Your voice is slightly breaking, your fingers are trembling and you can feel your hands getting sweaty because of all the adrenaline your anger is sending through your veins.
He places a hand on your cheek while looking at your face with a smug expression.
"Keep it down will ya'? You know I can’t stand when you raise your voice at me."
He shakes his head in disapproval while tapping your cheek lightly.
"Stop trying to change the subject! This isn’t about me raising my voice and you know it! It’s about you acting like a Jerk!"
You get more overwhelmed and frustrated by every single word you have to say.
At this point you could write a whole list about what’s bothering you and he’d still act like he doesn’t get the problem.
"A jerk huh?" He chuckles.
His unbothered reaction just frustrates you even more.
"Could you just take me serious for one god damn time?!" You snap as you feel your eyes getting watery and your throat hurting from all the yelling.
"Doll… why are ya' so agitated now? You’re overreactin’ with your childish emotions all over the fuckin' place. Calm down alright? I can’t hear it no more."
He groans while rolling his eyes at you.
"Look at how sensitive you are, I can’t say shit without you makin' a fuss over it! Now quit gettin’ all teary on me."
He wipes your tears away while giving you an annoyed sigh.
He knows calling you sensitive or hysterical is gonna trigger you. He knows it’s gonna make you even more upset and he’s shamelessly using it against you. You’re just too pretty when you’re hurt and vulnerable.
"Oh so now I’m childish and sensitive and I’m making a fuss?!!"
You look at him in disbelief, not understanding how that’s what he got from you sharing how you feel.
"That’s right sweetheart."
He towers over you before grabbing your waist to pull you closer.
"Don’t even try it!" You push him back by his chest forcefully.
"I’m so fucking tired of it! I’m mature enough to have sex with you but as soon as I disagree with something you say or do I’m being immature? You’re such a hypocrite!"
Toji chuckles even more now.
"Now you’re catchin' on baby."
The scar on his lip moves as his grin gets even bigger.
"You think because you can spread your legs for me 'n look pretty that you’re ready for everythin' else?"
He seems really amused by the thought of you trying to have an equal relationship with him.
"You’re too god damn sensitive and you’re always complaining as if I don’t pay for your shit! If you hate it so much move back to your mama's house!"
Toji had his fun and everything but now he’s just getting pissed off.
It was never a real argument for him to begin with. It’s just you being dramatic, however that’s a small price to pay for what he gets every single time you snap at him.
Make up sex is the probably his favorite kind of sex, and if it means he has to listen to you little outbursts from time to time to get what he so deeply craves, then it’s completely worth it.
Requests are open. Don’t forget to reblog <3
Might do a part two so y’all are free comment characters you’d like to see and what kind of argument you want them to have! Ly guys 💗💗💗
Bodyguard 💋
Toji Fushiguro x Fem!reader | MDNI
"C’mon princess, use your big girl words. I know you can… where’d that smart mouth go huh?"
Synopsis: You’re a famous model and Toji is your bodyguard who used to be a MMA Fighter.
Warnings: SMUTTY! Power imbalance (physically), power play, fingering, nipple play (reader has pierced nipples), usage of the word 'cunt', slight breeding?, no protection
Wc: 3,3k
Being a model was always stressful for you.
Since your first shoot as a teenager you never got to stay anywhere for a long time and the diets your personal trainer put you on were brutal. Now you’re 22, still young and still just as pretty as you were when you started in the industry.
"Y/n ’m not gonna say it again, put your damn phone away 'n answer me…" Your bodyguard Toji speaks with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face as he pushes the button to the elevator. His black shirt is hugging his muscles and the scar on his lips slightly shrinks because of the frown planted onto his lips.
"What?" You look up from your phone and walk inside the elevator once the door opens.
Toji follows you quickly and first presses one of the elevator button to close the doors and then the one to your penthouse.
"What do you mean 'What'?! Why’d you change my schedule without tellin' me? That was my shift tomorrow, I was assigned to you!"
It’s not easy for Toji to not raise his voice at you, but the thought of you going anywhere alone was ridiculous to him. He’s clearly aware of the fact that you’re somewhat of an authoritative person to him, but he’s not fully willing to accept that yet.
"I wanted Kento for tomorrow…" You shrug.
"Nanami?!" He looks stunned at you, not understanding how you could replace him with someone he thought was the most bland and stuck up guy he ever met.
"Yes, it’s just for one day. You work too much overtime anyways." The bell chimes to signal the elevator has arrived and the doors of the elevator open wide. You and Toji both walk out, heading to your door when suddenly he slightly pulls you back by your upper arm.
"Why would you give my shift to Nanami? I never said I wanted to work less." Toji's voice is calm but very strict. He’s looking directly into your eyes, making sure you understand that he’s genuinely upset about this.
"I have a red carpet event tomorrow..." You’re not intimidated by Toji, you’d never be but you don’t like when he’s grabbing you like that. It’s just reminding you of the fact that he’s much stronger compared to you. You know he used to be a professional MMA fighter and you enjoy asking him questions about his former occupation but having him display his power over you is probably what you disliked the most.
"So? I don’t mind goin' to a red carpet with you." Toji genuinely looks confused by now.
"It’s not one of those events. I want Kento to go with me cause he’s a bit more suitable, that’s it."
You don’t care that your response sounded slightly dismissive since you were never scared to challenge Toji anyways.
He lets out an offended scoff at your comment.
"You think he’s more suitable than me? What’s that supposed to mean? I ain’t good enough to do my own goddamn job no more just cause I don’t got a stick up my ass, is that what you’re implying?!" He crosses his arms again, giving you another small glare.
"That’s not what I’m saying Toji, but this is a really big event and you don’t even wear suits…"
Your voice is slightly quieter than before, you still know there’s nothing to be scared of cause Toji would never do anything to you, but you don’t appreciate his sudden change in tone.
"Oh yeah? What do you think I am, some caveman? I can put on a suit and wear a tie if that’s what you want!" Obviously Toji noticed your reaction to him raising his voice a bit, so he quickly makes sure to be more soft spoken with you. His grip around your upper arm loosens and wanders up to your shoulder where his hand rests while his thumb slowly rubs your soft skin.
"You wanna tell me you’ll slick your hair back, wear a tie and let my make up team cover your scar?" You ask skeptically as you get the key to your door and unlock it.
"My scar?" Toji ask’s flabbergasted.
You nod as you walk inside and let him follow you in.
"What’s wrong with my scar?"
It’s not like he was ever insecure about any scars on his body, not even the one on his face but you implying he needed to cover it to be suitable didn’t sit right with him.
"Nothings wrong with it…"
You take off your jacket and throw it on the coat hanger next to the door, leaving you in your tight fitting top.
"I just don’t want them to think anything."
You say before taking your heels off ass well.
Toji would like to protest against your suggestion but he can't help but admire your figure for a moment, his eyes quickly trailing over your body, pausing briefly at your pierced nipples poking through your top before returning to your face.
"'m not trying to argue with you y/n."
He lets out a deep sigh.
"We’re not arguing Toji, I’m just asking you if you’re willing to do what I ask you for. I can always ask Kento." You say.
Despite the fact that you weren’t born rich and you like to believe that you’re quite humble you still show a bit of attitude sometimes.
Toji can do nothing but raise an eyebrow at you.
"Alright, I’ll cover my scar as well…"
He gives in.
"Good, you can go ahead and finish work for today then." A tired yawn slips of your lips.
"You just got home and you’re already trying to kick me out before I even get the chance to make sure you eat?" Toji lets out an amused snort at your comment.
"It’s not your job to watch me eat.."
At this point you’re just tired and ready to take a shower and go to bed.
"My job is looking out for you, no matter where. And when I think of the bullshit your personal trainer is puttin' you on, I think it’s better to keep an eye on your diet."
Toji chuckles.
"You don’t know anything about diets Toji…"
It’s not like you’re trying to provoke him on purpose, but it’s not just him that had a long day. You never liked explaining yourself or justifying your actions, unfortunately with Toji by your side that’s something you have to do a lot.
"I don’t know anything about diets? Sweetheart I had to maintain my body mass for years straight back when I was fighting, I think I know a lot more about dieting and nutrition than you do. So do me a favor and go eat something, yeah?" He gives you a slight pat on your lower back as you sigh and make your way over to the kitchen, thinking that giving in might be the only way he’s going to stop bothering you.
"You wanna eat something too?"
You ask Toji when opening your fridge.
You can hear him humming deeply before also walking into the kitchen and standing right behind you.
"No thank you… "
Both of his hands make their way to your shoulder before slowly dragging his warm palms down your skin. He’s gently rubbing over your upper arms while you look at the mostly old things in your half empty fridge. You really should’ve thought of sending someone grocery shopping for this week.
"You’re really cold doll…" Toji says, not happy about the observation he just made.
"I don’t feel cold." You shrug.
"Are you sure?" His hands travel to your ribs.
"Mhm.." you hum as you go reach for the bowl with the leftover fruit salad from the night before.
"What’s that? Don’t you want a sandwich or something?" He looks at the bowl skeptically.
"I don’t even have bread here Toji."
Your eyes roll yet again almost automatically.
"And thats the best you could find?"
He lifts you up and sits you down right on the kitchen island before getting a fork and handing it to you.
"I’ll leave once you’re finished."
He says as he leans against the sink across from you.
"You don’t have to." You mumble while carefully picking all the strawberries in bowl first since they were your favorite.
"I don’t have to? Five minutes ago you were practically beggin' for me to go home."
He snorts and looks at you with a small smirk.
"I was just mad cause you were pissing me off.."
You continue eating. You usually never minded any of your bodyguards being around you but Toji had a tendency of getting on your nerves.
It always seemed like he couldn’t accept that he won’t be able to always be in control.
"I was huh?" He chuckles. "Let’s hope you’ll still be able to sleep tonight." He says sarcastically.
His hand gently brushes some of your hair out off your face before gently grabbing your jaw and rubbing your cheek with his thumb.
Your eyes naturally look directly back at him, hesitating before removing his hand from your face, making him chuckle.
"I’ll be fine, let’s hope you don’t lose your job though." You answer just as snarky as he did.
"Is that a threat?" His smirk widens and his eyebrow rises quickly.
"You like testing me, don’t you?"
Toji leans in just slightly, his voice a low and steady.
Your breath hitches just for a second, but you quickly recover, poking him in his stomach with your right index finger.
Toji gently removes your hand from his stomach and laughs as he places it in the middle of his chest, putting his hand right over it to secure it.
"You think way too highly of yourself."
You shake your head in disbelief with a light smile on your lips, trying to pull your hand back to reach for the fork but Toji's grip is too tight.
Your heart skips a beat as his hand holds yours in place, but you keep your expression neutral, refusing to let him see the effect it’s having on you.
"Y’know what, maybe you should go home now."
You chuckle.
"'s too late for that now brat. You know what’s comin' now."
Toji’s eyes linger over your figure, a sly grin spreading across his face as he chuckles again.
"Nuh-uh.." you shake your head, trying to push him back with the hand that’s resting on his chest as he uses the hand that isn’t holding yours in place to wrap it around your waist.
He slips a finger between the soft fabric of your top and your warm skin, making your top lift slightly.
"What’s wrong princess? You don’t wanna play anymore?" He challenges you, letting go of your hand to wrap his other hand around your waist as well.
"You didn’t think all that teasing wouldn’t do anythin' to me now did you?"
He continues lifting your shirt, leaving you too stunned to speak. The palms of your hands are getting warmer and warmer and despite only you noticing it, you’re heart beat is starting to get faster as well.
Your breath stops for a second when he pulls your top right over your head and leaves you topless. Toji couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your pierced nipples hardening once they were exposed to the cold air.
"That’s a pretty girl."
He grins. As a model getting called pretty is like calling a bodybuilder strong or a scientist smart. It’s something that occurs often and usually it’s what people tell you when they first meet you, yet it feels like a genuine compliment coming from Toji. You can’t help but stare directly in his face, still silenced by his sudden actions.
Once realization hits you, you try to cover you chest but Toji quickly puts your arms back down.
"You don’t wanna let me see you?" He says in an almost mocking tone, slightly pouting with the same look on his face that he uses to make fun of you when you’re mad at him.
"C’mon princess, use your big girl words. I know you can… where’d that smart mouth go huh?"
His hands rest on your thighs, slowly making their way to the hem of your mini skirt.
"Toji…" Is all you manage to say in a quiet unsure tone before wrapping your arms around his neck.
You’d be lying if you said that Toji and you weren’t always dancing around that fine line of work and personal relationship, but despite some wandering hands here and there or a few flirty remarks on the side you never thought he’d take it this far.
It was easy to tell that you were attracted to Toji to say the least, but you still told everyone including your manager that you had no interest in him whatsoever.
Toji softly kisses your forehead as he spreads your legs further apart and lifts your skirt.
He smiles warmly at you as he traces around the hem of your panties before pushing the fabric to the side and gently rubbing his warm thumb against your clit.
Your body instantly reacts by flinching at the intense feeling, making Toji chuckle.
"It’s okay sweetheart, relax." He whispers, moving the other hand up to your still hardened nipples before tugging one.
His other hand keeps moving his thumb against your now swollen clit, making you grip harder into his shoulder.
As your core slowly begins to get wet he uses his index and middle finger to press against your entrance, leaving you gasping once he enters you.
"Atta girl." He looks proudly at you.
You use both of your hands to support your weight by leaning onto your palms and tilting your head back.
Toji slowly begins kissing your neck with both of his fingers still pushed deep into your cunt and his other hand toying with your nipple.
He trails his kisses further down to your chest before latching onto the other one, gently wrapping his tongue around it.
You can’t help but want more, you just need to feel more of him. You unconsciously start moving your hips more towards his hand in hopes of getting to feel more of his fingers but Toji quickly catches on to that.
He lightly catches your nipple between his teeth, making you stop your movements as he gives it a last rub with the tip of his tongue before letting go of it.
You whine when he stops, clearly not happy about his sudden halt.
"You want more princess?"
He grins, feeling you suck his fingers greedily deeper into you.
You nod at his question, sitting up straight to look at him and rub against the bulge in his pants.
"Say it.." He looks at you with a dead serious face.
"Huh?" You look confused back at him.
"If you want it so bad, then say it. Say that you want my dick, right here and right now."
He smirks.
"I’m not saying that." You refuse to participate in his power play, clearly just a weak attempt at an ego boost.
"Fine, as you wish." He shrugs before pulling both of his fingers out of you.
You gasp slightly at the sudden feeling of emptiness, still clenching around nothing.
"Noo, Toji!"
You’re surprised by how whiny your voice just got, but even more bothered at the stunt he just pulled.
"C’mon y/n 'm not stupid… you’re drippin' wet and you’re sitting here with your nipples all puffy, yet you’re somehow too prideful to admit that you want me? Just say the word and I’ll make you feel good."
He laughs, amused by your stubbornness.
"Fine goddamn! I want you Toji, I need you.. please…" you pout, immediately feeling shame all over your body…
"That’s all I wanted to hear sweetheart."
Toji's smirk widens.
"But I need you to get off there, alright?"
He chuckles as you take his hand and hop off the kitchen island, not sure where this is going yet. Toji doesn’t hesitate and pulls your panties down to your knees, leaving you just in your skirt. He stands right behind you and kisses your bare shoulder, making sure you’re not uncomfortable by tracing over your waist.
"Stop teasing me Toji…"
You complain frustratedly.
"Alright sweet cheeks, bend over then."
You immediately do as he says, leaning your upper body over the island and feeling one of his hands trails from your leg up to your ass.
You can quietly hear the buckle of his belt opening before he opens the zipper of his pants.
His other hand grips around your waist and you hear a small groan coming from Toji.
The side of your face, and your tits are pressed against the cool marble of the island and your back is slightly arched when you feel a tiny kiss being pressed on your shoulder.
"Let me know when it’s too much okay?"
Toji whispers in your year.
You nod quickly, not wanting to wait anymore when there’s suddenly a hand pushes one of your legs further apart.
It doesn’t take long until you feel his tip splitting your folds and rubbing against your clit, just like his thumb did earlier.
Toji takes a moment before starting to use a little bit of pressure to push into you.
He smirks smugly at the desperate sounds you’re making, trying to take his full length on the first try.
"Woah woah, calm down."
He pulls out again, before doing same thing all over again.
You try to relax as much as you can, feeling his hand rub over your back.
"That’s it princess, let me in. You’ve almost done it." He says before pushing much further this time. You bite your lip, holding any sounds back from slipping through your teeth.
"That’s a good girl, there we go."
Toji's voice is much gentler than before.
He hums with every thrust, feeling your warm walls suck him in.
Your eyes begin to water at the intensity of pain and pleasure mixing and your entire body starts getting warmer. Toji’s hand trails from your back up to your head and grabs the back of your head by your hair as he begins moving smother and faster.
You’ve never been this filled before and something in your body is telling you that you won’t be able to be that filled for much longer either. It’s not until you feel Toji’s other hand playing with your clit that you actually have to moan out loud. You try everything you can to hold back but it’s impossible.
With his full length inside you, the feeling of his fingers on you’re by now fully sensitive clit and your nipples rubbing themselves sore and perky against the stone of your kitchen island you just can’t keep it in anymore.
Toji immediately knows you’re climaxing by your cramping legs and tightening hole.
"Why didn’t you say you were close?"
He looks amused at you.
"I’m sorry…" you try to catch your breath.
"Oh no you’re good doll, don’t worry."
He still hasn’t stopped moving his full length in and out of you.
"You think you can spread your legs further one more time?" He asks you gently.
You nod, doing as he says.
Toji doesn’t hesitate and makes you suck him in a few more times before you hear him groan once more.
"Mhmmm, I knew you could do it."
He speaks and you feel him release himself deep inside you.
"I knew you were my good girl"
Can’t believe it’s been over a year omfg, I wanna start posting more especially since I have so many drafts, but I just can’t seem to finish them. :/ feel free to send requests, maybe it’ll help me get over my writers block and actually motivate me. Ly and don’t forget to reblog! 💕
Bodyguard 💋
Toji Fushiguro x Fem!reader | MDNI
"C’mon princess, use your big girl words. I know you can… where’d that smart mouth go huh?"
Synopsis: You’re a famous model and Toji is your bodyguard who used to be a MMA Fighter.
Warnings: SMUTTY! Power imbalance (physically), power play, fingering, nipple play (reader has pierced nipples), usage of the word 'cunt', slight breeding?, no protection
Wc: 3,3k
Being a model was always stressful for you.
Since your first shoot as a teenager you never got to stay anywhere for a long time and the diets your personal trainer put you on were brutal. Now you’re 22, still young and still just as pretty as you were when you started in the industry.
"Y/n ’m not gonna say it again, put your damn phone away 'n answer me…" Your bodyguard Toji speaks with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face as he pushes the button to the elevator. His black shirt is hugging his muscles and the scar on his lips slightly shrinks because of the frown planted onto his lips.
"What?" You look up from your phone and walk inside the elevator once the door opens.
Toji follows you quickly and first presses one of the elevator button to close the doors and then the one to your penthouse.
"What do you mean 'What'?! Why’d you change my schedule without tellin' me? That was my shift tomorrow, I was assigned to you!"
It’s not easy for Toji to not raise his voice at you, but the thought of you going anywhere alone was ridiculous to him. He’s clearly aware of the fact that you’re somewhat of an authoritative person to him, but he’s not fully willing to accept that yet.
"I wanted Kento for tomorrow…" You shrug.
"Nanami?!" He looks stunned at you, not understanding how you could replace him with someone he thought was the most bland and stuck up guy he ever met.
"Yes, it’s just for one day. You work too much overtime anyways." The bell chimes to signal the elevator has arrived and the doors of the elevator open wide. You and Toji both walk out, heading to your door when suddenly he slightly pulls you back by your upper arm.
"Why would you give my shift to Nanami? I never said I wanted to work less." Toji's voice is calm but very strict. He’s looking directly into your eyes, making sure you understand that he’s genuinely upset about this.
"I have a red carpet event tomorrow..." You’re not intimidated by Toji, you’d never be but you don’t like when he’s grabbing you like that. It’s just reminding you of the fact that he’s much stronger compared to you. You know he used to be a professional MMA fighter and you enjoy asking him questions about his former occupation but having him display his power over you is probably what you disliked the most.
"So? I don’t mind goin' to a red carpet with you." Toji genuinely looks confused by now.
"It’s not one of those events. I want Kento to go with me cause he’s a bit more suitable, that’s it."
You don’t care that your response sounded slightly dismissive since you were never scared to challenge Toji anyways.
He lets out an offended scoff at your comment.
"You think he’s more suitable than me? What’s that supposed to mean? I ain’t good enough to do my own goddamn job no more just cause I don’t got a stick up my ass, is that what you’re implying?!" He crosses his arms again, giving you another small glare.
"That’s not what I’m saying Toji, but this is a really big event and you don’t even wear suits…"
Your voice is slightly quieter than before, you still know there’s nothing to be scared of cause Toji would never do anything to you, but you don’t appreciate his sudden change in tone.
"Oh yeah? What do you think I am, some caveman? I can put on a suit and wear a tie if that’s what you want!" Obviously Toji noticed your reaction to him raising his voice a bit, so he quickly makes sure to be more soft spoken with you. His grip around your upper arm loosens and wanders up to your shoulder where his hand rests while his thumb slowly rubs your soft skin.
"You wanna tell me you’ll slick your hair back, wear a tie and let my make up team cover your scar?" You ask skeptically as you get the key to your door and unlock it.
"My scar?" Toji ask’s flabbergasted.
You nod as you walk inside and let him follow you in.
"What’s wrong with my scar?"
It’s not like he was ever insecure about any scars on his body, not even the one on his face but you implying he needed to cover it to be suitable didn’t sit right with him.
"Nothings wrong with it…"
You take off your jacket and throw it on the coat hanger next to the door, leaving you in your tight fitting top.
"I just don’t want them to think anything."
You say before taking your heels off ass well.
Toji would like to protest against your suggestion but he can't help but admire your figure for a moment, his eyes quickly trailing over your body, pausing briefly at your pierced nipples poking through your top before returning to your face.
"'m not trying to argue with you y/n."
He lets out a deep sigh.
"We’re not arguing Toji, I’m just asking you if you’re willing to do what I ask you for. I can always ask Kento." You say.
Despite the fact that you weren’t born rich and you like to believe that you’re quite humble you still show a bit of attitude sometimes.
Toji can do nothing but raise an eyebrow at you.
"Alright, I’ll cover my scar as well…"
He gives in.
"Good, you can go ahead and finish work for today then." A tired yawn slips of your lips.
"You just got home and you’re already trying to kick me out before I even get the chance to make sure you eat?" Toji lets out an amused snort at your comment.
"It’s not your job to watch me eat.."
At this point you’re just tired and ready to take a shower and go to bed.
"My job is looking out for you, no matter where. And when I think of the bullshit your personal trainer is puttin' you on, I think it’s better to keep an eye on your diet."
Toji chuckles.
"You don’t know anything about diets Toji…"
It’s not like you’re trying to provoke him on purpose, but it’s not just him that had a long day. You never liked explaining yourself or justifying your actions, unfortunately with Toji by your side that’s something you have to do a lot.
"I don’t know anything about diets? Sweetheart I had to maintain my body mass for years straight back when I was fighting, I think I know a lot more about dieting and nutrition than you do. So do me a favor and go eat something, yeah?" He gives you a slight pat on your lower back as you sigh and make your way over to the kitchen, thinking that giving in might be the only way he’s going to stop bothering you.
"You wanna eat something too?"
You ask Toji when opening your fridge.
You can hear him humming deeply before also walking into the kitchen and standing right behind you.
"No thank you… "
Both of his hands make their way to your shoulder before slowly dragging his warm palms down your skin. He’s gently rubbing over your upper arms while you look at the mostly old things in your half empty fridge. You really should’ve thought of sending someone grocery shopping for this week.
"You’re really cold doll…" Toji says, not happy about the observation he just made.
"I don’t feel cold." You shrug.
"Are you sure?" His hands travel to your ribs.
"Mhm.." you hum as you go reach for the bowl with the leftover fruit salad from the night before.
"What’s that? Don’t you want a sandwich or something?" He looks at the bowl skeptically.
"I don’t even have bread here Toji."
Your eyes roll yet again almost automatically.
"And thats the best you could find?"
He lifts you up and sits you down right on the kitchen island before getting a fork and handing it to you.
"I’ll leave once you’re finished."
He says as he leans against the sink across from you.
"You don’t have to." You mumble while carefully picking all the strawberries in bowl first since they were your favorite.
"I don’t have to? Five minutes ago you were practically beggin' for me to go home."
He snorts and looks at you with a small smirk.
"I was just mad cause you were pissing me off.."
You continue eating. You usually never minded any of your bodyguards being around you but Toji had a tendency of getting on your nerves.
It always seemed like he couldn’t accept that he won’t be able to always be in control.
"I was huh?" He chuckles. "Let’s hope you’ll still be able to sleep tonight." He says sarcastically.
His hand gently brushes some of your hair out off your face before gently grabbing your jaw and rubbing your cheek with his thumb.
Your eyes naturally look directly back at him, hesitating before removing his hand from your face, making him chuckle.
"I’ll be fine, let’s hope you don’t lose your job though." You answer just as snarky as he did.
"Is that a threat?" His smirk widens and his eyebrow rises quickly.
"You like testing me, don’t you?"
Toji leans in just slightly, his voice a low and steady.
Your breath hitches just for a second, but you quickly recover, poking him in his stomach with your right index finger.
Toji gently removes your hand from his stomach and laughs as he places it in the middle of his chest, putting his hand right over it to secure it.
"You think way too highly of yourself."
You shake your head in disbelief with a light smile on your lips, trying to pull your hand back to reach for the fork but Toji's grip is too tight.
Your heart skips a beat as his hand holds yours in place, but you keep your expression neutral, refusing to let him see the effect it’s having on you.
"Y’know what, maybe you should go home now."
You chuckle.
"'s too late for that now brat. You know what’s comin' now."
Toji’s eyes linger over your figure, a sly grin spreading across his face as he chuckles again.
"Nuh-uh.." you shake your head, trying to push him back with the hand that’s resting on his chest as he uses the hand that isn’t holding yours in place to wrap it around your waist.
He slips a finger between the soft fabric of your top and your warm skin, making your top lift slightly.
"What’s wrong princess? You don’t wanna play anymore?" He challenges you, letting go of your hand to wrap his other hand around your waist as well.
"You didn’t think all that teasing wouldn’t do anythin' to me now did you?"
He continues lifting your shirt, leaving you too stunned to speak. The palms of your hands are getting warmer and warmer and despite only you noticing it, you’re heart beat is starting to get faster as well.
Your breath stops for a second when he pulls your top right over your head and leaves you topless. Toji couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your pierced nipples hardening once they were exposed to the cold air.
"That’s a pretty girl."
He grins. As a model getting called pretty is like calling a bodybuilder strong or a scientist smart. It’s something that occurs often and usually it’s what people tell you when they first meet you, yet it feels like a genuine compliment coming from Toji. You can’t help but stare directly in his face, still silenced by his sudden actions.
Once realization hits you, you try to cover you chest but Toji quickly puts your arms back down.
"You don’t wanna let me see you?" He says in an almost mocking tone, slightly pouting with the same look on his face that he uses to make fun of you when you’re mad at him.
"C’mon princess, use your big girl words. I know you can… where’d that smart mouth go huh?"
His hands rest on your thighs, slowly making their way to the hem of your mini skirt.
"Toji…" Is all you manage to say in a quiet unsure tone before wrapping your arms around his neck.
You’d be lying if you said that Toji and you weren’t always dancing around that fine line of work and personal relationship, but despite some wandering hands here and there or a few flirty remarks on the side you never thought he’d take it this far.
It was easy to tell that you were attracted to Toji to say the least, but you still told everyone including your manager that you had no interest in him whatsoever.
Toji softly kisses your forehead as he spreads your legs further apart and lifts your skirt.
He smiles warmly at you as he traces around the hem of your panties before pushing the fabric to the side and gently rubbing his warm thumb against your clit.
Your body instantly reacts by flinching at the intense feeling, making Toji chuckle.
"It’s okay sweetheart, relax." He whispers, moving the other hand up to your still hardened nipples before tugging one.
His other hand keeps moving his thumb against your now swollen clit, making you grip harder into his shoulder.
As your core slowly begins to get wet he uses his index and middle finger to press against your entrance, leaving you gasping once he enters you.
"Atta girl." He looks proudly at you.
You use both of your hands to support your weight by leaning onto your palms and tilting your head back.
Toji slowly begins kissing your neck with both of his fingers still pushed deep into your cunt and his other hand toying with your nipple.
He trails his kisses further down to your chest before latching onto the other one, gently wrapping his tongue around it.
You can’t help but want more, you just need to feel more of him. You unconsciously start moving your hips more towards his hand in hopes of getting to feel more of his fingers but Toji quickly catches on to that.
He lightly catches your nipple between his teeth, making you stop your movements as he gives it a last rub with the tip of his tongue before letting go of it.
You whine when he stops, clearly not happy about his sudden halt.
"You want more princess?"
He grins, feeling you suck his fingers greedily deeper into you.
You nod at his question, sitting up straight to look at him and rub against the bulge in his pants.
"Say it.." He looks at you with a dead serious face.
"Huh?" You look confused back at him.
"If you want it so bad, then say it. Say that you want my dick, right here and right now."
He smirks.
"I’m not saying that." You refuse to participate in his power play, clearly just a weak attempt at an ego boost.
"Fine, as you wish." He shrugs before pulling both of his fingers out of you.
You gasp slightly at the sudden feeling of emptiness, still clenching around nothing.
"Noo, Toji!"
You’re surprised by how whiny your voice just got, but even more bothered at the stunt he just pulled.
"C’mon y/n 'm not stupid… you’re drippin' wet and you’re sitting here with your nipples all puffy, yet you’re somehow too prideful to admit that you want me? Just say the word and I’ll make you feel good."
He laughs, amused by your stubbornness.
"Fine goddamn! I want you Toji, I need you.. please…" you pout, immediately feeling shame all over your body…
"That’s all I wanted to hear sweetheart."
Toji's smirk widens.
"But I need you to get off there, alright?"
He chuckles as you take his hand and hop off the kitchen island, not sure where this is going yet. Toji doesn’t hesitate and pulls your panties down to your knees, leaving you just in your skirt. He stands right behind you and kisses your bare shoulder, making sure you’re not uncomfortable by tracing over your waist.
"Stop teasing me Toji…"
You complain frustratedly.
"Alright sweet cheeks, bend over then."
You immediately do as he says, leaning your upper body over the island and feeling one of his hands trails from your leg up to your ass.
You can quietly hear the buckle of his belt opening before he opens the zipper of his pants.
His other hand grips around your waist and you hear a small groan coming from Toji.
The side of your face, and your tits are pressed against the cool marble of the island and your back is slightly arched when you feel a tiny kiss being pressed on your shoulder.
"Let me know when it’s too much okay?"
Toji whispers in your year.
You nod quickly, not wanting to wait anymore when there’s suddenly a hand pushes one of your legs further apart.
It doesn’t take long until you feel his tip splitting your folds and rubbing against your clit, just like his thumb did earlier.
Toji takes a moment before starting to use a little bit of pressure to push into you.
He smirks smugly at the desperate sounds you’re making, trying to take his full length on the first try.
"Woah woah, calm down."
He pulls out again, before doing same thing all over again.
You try to relax as much as you can, feeling his hand rub over your back.
"That’s it princess, let me in. You’ve almost done it." He says before pushing much further this time. You bite your lip, holding any sounds back from slipping through your teeth.
"That’s a good girl, there we go."
Toji's voice is much gentler than before.
He hums with every thrust, feeling your warm walls suck him in.
Your eyes begin to water at the intensity of pain and pleasure mixing and your entire body starts getting warmer. Toji’s hand trails from your back up to your head and grabs the back of your head by your hair as he begins moving smother and faster.
You’ve never been this filled before and something in your body is telling you that you won’t be able to be that filled for much longer either. It’s not until you feel Toji’s other hand playing with your clit that you actually have to moan out loud. You try everything you can to hold back but it’s impossible.
With his full length inside you, the feeling of his fingers on you’re by now fully sensitive clit and your nipples rubbing themselves sore and perky against the stone of your kitchen island you just can’t keep it in anymore.
Toji immediately knows you’re climaxing by your cramping legs and tightening hole.
"Why didn’t you say you were close?"
He looks amused at you.
"I’m sorry…" you try to catch your breath.
"Oh no you’re good doll, don’t worry."
He still hasn’t stopped moving his full length in and out of you.
"You think you can spread your legs further one more time?" He asks you gently.
You nod, doing as he says.
Toji doesn’t hesitate and makes you suck him in a few more times before you hear him groan once more.
"Mhmmm, I knew you could do it."
He speaks and you feel him release himself deep inside you.
"I knew you were my good girl"
Can’t believe it’s been over a year omfg, I wanna start posting more especially since I have so many drafts, but I just can’t seem to finish them. :/ feel free to send requests, maybe it’ll help me get over my writers block and actually motivate me. Ly and don’t forget to reblog! 💕
Allure of the forbidden.
( ♡ ) pairing : teacher!hiromi higuruma x fem!student!reader
( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, hiromi is like 36 and reader is around 20, reader is a law college student, sex , explicit content, age gap , idk bro
( ♡ ) a/n : I’m posting almost all my drafts but okay 😭
You ambled through the quiet library aisles, the soft click of your heels echoing against the towering bookshelves. Your eyes danced over the spines, seeking a title that could offer a brief reprieve from her mundane afternoon. A gentle summer breeze whispered through the open windows, carrying with it the distant sound of children's laughter from the park outside. At the far end of the room, the setting sun painted the dust motes a fiery orange, casting a warm glow that seemed to embrace the solitude of the study space.
Your fingertips traced the spines of the books, feeling the coarse textures of aged leather and the smoothness of the newer ones. Your mind drifted to the coolness of the pages you had yet to turn. An unexpected aroma of fresh ink and paper filled your nostrils, hinting at a recent addition to the library's collection.
Your gaze fell upon a book titled "The Unyielding Pursuit of Justice," and you pulled it out with a gentle tug. The author was none other than the infamous Hiromi Higuruma, your law teacher who had recently taken the town by storm with his unorthodox methods and unyielding dedication to his cases. You had heard whispers of his sharp wit and piercing gaze that could make even the most stoic of souls squirm.
As you leafed through the pages, a folded note slipped out. It was a page torn from a legal pad, scribbled with hasty handwriting. The words "Meet me at the courthouse, tonight. Room 303." and a signature - HH - were the only contents. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the initials of your teacher. Intrigued and a little apprehensive, you glanced around the library, but the only company you had were the silent tomes that surrounded you.
The clock on the wall ticked away the minutes, and the thought of the note grew heavier in your pocket. You knew that going to the courthouse was risky, especially after hours, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that it was important. After all, you had always admired Mr. Higuruma's passion for justice, and the idea of learning from him outside the confines of the classroom was too tempting to resist.
Nightfall approached, and the library grew dimmer. You gathered your things and tucked the mysterious note safely into your bag. The echo of the closing doors seemed to amplify the thrill of what might await you. The walk to the courthouse was filled with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The cobblestone streets were cool against your bare legs as you hurried past the shadowy alleyways, the sound of your heels growing fainter as the distance grew.
When you arrived, the grand building loomed before you, a silent sentinel of the law. The courthouse was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the occasional distant footsteps and the hum of the security lights. You took a deep breath and made your way to Room 303, your hand shaking slightly as you pushed the door open. Inside, you found Mr. Higuruma, his eyes lighting up with an unusual intensity when he saw you. The room was cluttered with case files and legal documents, but there was something else in the air - something electric, something you hadn't felt in his presence before.
" [name]," he said, his voice a low murmur that seemed to resonate within the confined space. "You came."
"I… I found your note," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. You held the page out to him, your hand trembling.
He took it from you, his fingers brushing against yours, and you felt a jolt of energy. He read the note, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh, he stepped closer to you, his gaze never leaving yours. " [name], I need your help with something. It's not what you might expect."
Your heart raced. "Anything, Mr. Higuruma. I want to learn from you."
His eyes searched yours for a moment before he spoke again, his voice softer. "I've noticed how much you care about justice, about understanding the complexities of the law. But there are aspects that can't be taught in a classroom." He paused, his eyes dropping to your lips for a fraction of a second before returning to your eyes. "I need someone… I need you to help me understand something very personal, something that could affect a case I'm working on."
You nodded, your curiosity piqued. "How can I help?"
He stepped closer, closing the space between you. His hand found its way to the small of your back, and you could feel the heat of his palm through your thin blouse. "I need to experience… a particular situation, to better defend my client." His voice was a caress in the quiet room. "Would you be willing to assist me?"
Your breath hitched. "What situation?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.
"The situation," he said, leaning in, "of a man and a woman, in a moment of passion."
The room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with unspoken intentions. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your neck, smell the faint scent of his cologne. You looked up at him, your eyes searching his for any hint of what he truly wanted.
His hand moved to the side of your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. "I know this is unorthodox," he murmured, "but I believe that by experiencing it ourselves, we can gain a deeper understanding."
Your thoughts swirled like a tornado. You knew this was wrong, that there were lines that shouldn't be crossed, but you also knew that Mr. Higuruma was a man of integrity, a man who never did anything without a reason. And you wanted to help.
"Alright," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it."
With that, he closed the distance between them, and his lips met hers. The kiss was unexpectedly tender, filled with a hunger that you hadn't anticipated. His hand slipped to the back of your neck, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the softness of your mouth. Your arms wound around his waist, pulling him closer, as the reality of what you were doing set in.
The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of fear and excitement. You moved together, almost in slow motion, his hand sliding down your back to rest on your hip. He broke the kiss and whispered against your lips, "Thank you for trusting me."
The next moments were a blur of sensation: the soft rustle of fabric as clothes were removed, the warmth of his skin against yours, the feel of his hands exploring every curve and line of your body. You fell onto the couch in the corner of the room, a mess of legal papers scattered around you . The leather was cool against your back, but you barely noticed as his mouth moved to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made you shiver.
Your eyes fluttered closed as you gave yourself over to the moment, the line between student and teacher, justice and passion, blurring into oblivion. You could feel his heart beating against your chest, the thud of it matching your own erratic rhythm. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of your desire mingling with the dust of the old books.
" [name]," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "Look at me."
Your eyes opened, and you met his gaze, the intensity of it making your pulse race. His eyes searched yours, seeking confirmation, and you nodded, unable to form words. His hand trailed down your body, his fingertips tracing the swell of your breast, sending waves of pleasure through you.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "I've wanted this for so long."
The words sent a thrill through you, and you reached up to kiss him again, your hands tangling in his hair. His touch grew more urgent, his kisses deeper, and you could feel the heat building between your legs. You arched into him, your body begging for more.
"Tell me what you want," he breathed against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine.
"You," you said, the word a desperate plea. "I want all of you."
He took that as his cue, his hand moving down to slip under the fabric of your panties, finding you wet and ready. His touch was gentle at first, exploring, and then more insistent as you moaned into his mouth. You felt his arousal pressing against your thigh, and you reached down to touch him, your hand trembling.
Your kisses grew more frantic as you touched each other, your breaths mingling in a symphony of passion. His hand moved between your legs, and you gasped as he slipped a finger inside you, stroking you in a way that made your body tighten around him.
"Hiromi," you whispered, breaking away from the kiss to catch your breath. "Please."
He positioned himself above you, his eyes never leaving yours. With one swift movement, he entered you, filling you completely. You both froze, the intensity of the moment suspending you in time.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
You nodded, your eyes never leaving his. "More," you begged.
And so he gave it to you, moving in a slow, rhythmic dance that had you both gasping for air. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge.
"[name]," he groaned, his movements becoming more urgent. "I'm so close."
Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and you met his thrusts with your own, urging him on. You both reached the peak together, your cries of pleasure echoing through the deserted room, mixing with the sound of the pages fluttering in the gentle breeze from the open window.
As you lay entwined on the couch, your hearts racing, the silence of the courthouse seemed to swallow you up. But in that moment, it was just the two of you, your bodies speaking a language that transcended the bounds of propriety and the law. The line between right and wrong blurred as you clung to each other, lost in the throes of your newfound understanding of justice and passion.
The aftermath of your union was a tapestry of emotions: guilt, exhilaration, and confusion. Yet, as you dressed and collected yourselves, you couldn't shake the feeling that you had just experienced something profound, something that would forever change your perspective on the world of law and the complex dance of human relationships.
And as you both stepped out into the cool night air, the sound of distant sirens a stark reminder of the world outside your cocoon, you knew that this was just the beginning of a journey you had never anticipated taking. The note in your pocket was a silent testament to the power of curiosity and the allure of the forbidden.
Your eyes met, and you saw a flicker of something in his gaze that you had never seen before. It was a look of hunger, of a man who had tasted a secret that could never be fully satisfied. And for a brief moment, you wondered if you had just become part of a case that was far more personal than any you had ever studied in the pages of your books.