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I took this photo btw 🤭

i want to be there😔

credit: bboana

maybe a toji tattoo artist? y/n getting a underboob tattoo maybe.

for ash (in heat)

bahahah xoxo<3

Done.. I don’t even know if this is good? When I was writing it I was like hmm.. I hope it’s okay? I based y/n on ren, hehe.

- ash

tw : smut, nipple play, fingering, cream pie, mutual orgasm, age gap, mocking, perversion, finger sucking, there’s others too heheh 18+.

NSFW 18+

wc : 1.8k

The room was tranquil. Nothing but the small faint beats of korn playing in the back as you swung your legs off the table. Patiently waiting for your tattoo artist to come and ink you up.

You wasn't innocent to tattoos, your body already covered in many images, some big some small. You first became addicted at 18 and now that your reaching 22 it's no different. But this time you wanted something more sensual, something that only the lucky few would be able to see, and there's only one tattoo artist you'd ever trust with that... nobara kugisaki - your bestfriend.

The clock was ticking and it had already been ten minutes you were waiting, what on earth was she doing?

'Sorry I'm late I got caught up with traffic.' An unrecognisable voice called.

Spinning your head around you were hit with the sight of an unfamiliar man. From what it seemed A 40 year old dilf with biceps bigger than your arms. Who on earth is he and why isn't nobara here?

'Erm I think you've got the wrong room...'

'Y/N L/N right?' You saw the flicker of his eyes bounce up towards you, a small tug of his lips as he examines you. Snapping the glove on his hands and making his way over to you, a hand reached out to you...

'Yes?' You reluctantly took it, fingers wrapping around yours as he lingered for a bit too long. Peering at his face you took notice to the small scar tugged on his lip, you felt so small compared to him. His height staggering atleast 6'5, the table you were sat on gave you no height either, made you feel even more vulnerable as you should. The cut of your top giving him an entire view into what he was about to get into.

'I'm Toji fushiguro. Nobara couldn't make it so she asked me to fill in, hope that's okay?' The slight twang of his voice implied his confidence. You knew you wasn't complaining, but a bit of a heads up would be better... 'So... underboob right?'

'Yeah, you sure your qualified? I've never seen you round here before.'

'Why? Think I'm lying?' Grin obvious on his face as he began crouching down. Tugging at your top for you to take it off - simply complying, leaving yourself topless for his eyes to see, not like you cared. 'All these tattoos on me don't show you imma artist?'

His arms and body was scattered in it, spider tattoos, skull tattoos, anything dark was on him. The tensing of his veins made it look even sexier - a content sigh leaving your lips as his tatted fingers began treading on your skin, playing with your nipples as he touches your flesh.

'Whatever, anyways I want a tat like this' swiping up on your phone you show w picture of the words sinner, almost slithering all the way up towards your nipple. The lick of his lips definitely showed his approval.

‘Sinner huh? What’s that about.’

‘Doesn’t matter… anyways could you start?’

'Sure thing, now stay still, this might pinch...' dragging the gun towards your breast you watched how he examined closely what he was doing, gun darting into your skin causing a hiss from your teeth. 'Thought you'd be able to take it better'

'For somebody whose just a fill in, you got a lotta talk old man'

'Old?!' He stopped his movements, looking up at you tryna hold your laugh. Your pretty eyes moving away from him, he didn't even know you. But from how nobara described you he knew you would be a catch - but to see you this up close he knew he would be getting himself into some trouble if he looked more. 'I'm 42? That's not old.'

'Older than me, by 20 years to be exact.'

'Your 22?' His thumbs begin kneading back into the dough of your breasts, a small moan leaving your lips as you feel the warmth of his thumb from within the glove, his cock beginning to twitch from the sound of you 'You got a nice pair for a 22 year old, why you got so many tats?'

'I've been getting them since I'm 18...' eyes clammed shut in an attempt not to scream, this wasn't missed by toji, a small chuckle escaping him as he began massaging your tit again, this time rubbing his thumb against your erect nipple '.. but this ones definitely the most painful...'

'Really? Would've thought this one right here was the most painful.' Eyes dropping towards your exposed thigh, face starting to glow red with the realisation of how close he was...

'Y-yeah, that was actually my first.'

'You got one that close... for your first? Your a brave one princess..'

You shouldn't of felt the flutter in your stomach at the nickname he just gave you, but from how he's looking at you, you really couldnt help it - one glance to his left ring finger showed you everything you needed, completely empty. Not even a dent of a ring. 'Got it for your boyfriend?'

The fan of his breath against you skin alerted you what was happening, and how he was just here to give you a tattoo and go him, but a little harm won't hurt. 'Boyfriend? Nah been single for god knows how long, I don't do relationships...'

'What do you do then?'

'Men.' Your blunt answer earned a laugh and a dart up from him as he placed down his gun, gloves thrown off as he begins licking his thumb, dabbing down with his bare skin on the small smudge he made, only to lightly drag his thumb on your erect nipple, a small gasp escaping your lips.

'Any age requirement?'

'Nope, as long as they are good looking... and hopefully single.' Teeth moving to nibble at your lower lip, his body moving between your legs. Thumb cupping your chin up, peering down at you, you could swear his next words made you internally moan.

'You tryna flirt with me princess...'

‘Don’t be so cocky, but if I was… is that a problem?’

‘No baby…’ his lips nearing towards yours, thumb kneading on your tits ‘…not at all.’

Rapidly, you felt the touch of his lips on you, sucking gently on your thumb, arms wrapped around his head as you felt yourself starting to grind on his abs. Fingers moving to rub gently at your nipples and breasts, trying his best not to touch your new tattoo, fingers darting low to toy at your clit, you could see he takes no time in entertaining women. 'Shit your actually wet..'

'Mmm yeah...' you moan seductively, mind in a frenzy at how his tongue ring rimmed your tongue, not expecting his rugged fingers to begin pushing inside of you so fast. The feeling of his erect cock hitting on your thigh made your stomach begin to churn. 'Fuck- faster..'

'You like that hm? Still an old man to ya?' The scar on his lip tense against your lips, eyes moved down to watch how he pushes inside of you, your head starting to lean back in satisfaction and content. It's like you'd never been touched before… ‘Good girl, fuck- you been this desperate for me hm?’

The way you rode his fingers had him mesmerised, the moans of your body and arch of your back made him closely watch your tattoo, wouldn’t want to ruin any part of your perfect body now. Your edge nearing closer and closer the deeper he got, tips arching up into your g spot, thumb paced on your red clit. He swore he could’ve came at the sight of someone as precious as you, melted down so deep on him. ‘Gonna cum.. fuck…’

The words drawled from your mouth as you gushed all over him, a low whistle escaping him as he watched you become so undone for him. Cum dripping all the way down to the coffin planting right on his knuckle.

Lifting it up to his mouth, you watched him closely lick it up. Lips left with a pop as he slammed his face on you, your sweet cum dropped onto your lips as you mumbled a loud moan. ‘Fuck, wanna see what else this pretty pussy can do.’

He took no time undoing his belt, head fallen on your shoulder as he sucked quickly and harshly at your skin. Eyes widening at the sight of his huge cock, Prince Albert piercing nudged right on his tip. ‘Fuck… your so big.’

‘Yeah baby, that a problem?’ His hand fucking himself off before he swiftly pushed himself inside your tight cunt.

‘Ah- fuck.. n-no problem.’ You wince in slight pain and immense pleasure, his body waiting a second before slamming deep inside you. Your body lowered down so he could see how fucked out you were, your tits jumping with every deep thrust, the new tattoo you just got printed, not even smudged. A small ego boost sent straight to tojis cock from how he twitched inside of you.

‘Feel that huh? Feel this old man deep inside ya?’ Hand moving to plant on your stomach from how he began fucking your cervix, your fucked out eyes moving to glance at him, the bead of sweat trickling down his forehead made you almost go crazy, body clammed down on him. You could hardly breath, throat feeling so tight from all your moaning and the way his fingers crawl up to squeeze at your voice chords and slip down your throat, wrists moving to scratch at his wrists and gag at his touch.

‘I feel ya, fuck yeah- I feel you sooo deep..’ your brain was practically fucked out, his flushed tip nearing you closer and closer to your second orgasm, from how he was looking at you, he wasn’t sure if he was able to pull out on time, the lewd clapping noises of his balls slamming harshly against your skin filled up the room, sounds almost outweighing the music.

‘I’m gonna c-cum…’

‘Let me cum in this pretty f-fucking pussy huh?’ Every word said with a thrust sent deep into your core

‘Yes… yesss please…’

Suddenly you felt yourself squirt all over him, his cum filling your stomach up deep inside releasing a loud scream from you, back arching off the desk, his head thrown back as he kept cumming balls deep inside you, some even trickling down your legs, his fingers moving to plug it straight back inside your pretty, tight pussy.

‘Never did i think I’d be fucking a client..’ his breathless voice began to speak as he watched you almost doze off to sleep, a snap of his fingers in your face alerted you of what was going on, and where you was really at.

‘No way, your not falling asleep princess, still got a tattoo to finish.’

Til’ the Day that I Die

Summary: You’re a popstar in need of a bodyguard when you find yourself with a stalker. That’s how you meet Fushiguro Toji, you’re insanely hot bodyguard. Who knows how to push your buttons, and get you feeling flustered. Just how far is he willing to go to protect you? And how far would you go to protect him?

Pairing: Fushiguro Toji x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: (PLEASE READ) mentions of anxiety, serious stalking, panic attacks, language, mentions of knives, some upsetting mentions of unauthorized photographs

Word Count: 4,457

A/N: Here’s the long awaited part two!! Oof this wrote itself!! 😈

Part One

“So yeah, that whole conversation you listen to with me telling my manager to tag the hospital in my video because that hospital inspired this song! It was a public service announcement, a reminder to help those who can’t help themselves!” You were fuming with anger at this bodyguard making some cold assumptions about you. One thing you wanted to do was use your stance in the public eye for good. God, you couldn’t stand assholes like him! Dicks who presumed they know everything and anything about you! “And another thing—!”

The next words didn’t have a chance to leave your mouth as the doors to the elevator opened to your apartment. The automatic lights you were so accustomed to being on were now off, which sent shivers down your spine, your sixth sense alerting you that something was wrong. Toji, the one facing forward, could see into your apartment, and he moved it before you even had a chance to look inside. When you asked him what was wrong, he remained silent, only shaking his head as the elevator doors shot and began ascending down.

That had been thirty minutes ago, and the once silent lobby was now bustling with police cars and passersby. They all stopped to take in the scene that was unfolding. Their peering eyes and camera flashes didn’t bother you in the slightest; that was something you were used to. It was not knowing what had happened in your apartment that set your anxiety off.

Toji's sighed and kept his eyes focused solely on you as a sleek black car pulled up to the police line. He recognized your managers hurrying out of the car and rushing towards you. Geto was the first to reach you, grabbing your shoulders, his eyes scanning you for injuries. Gojo was only a few feet behind his husband, sitting on the curb next to you, his arm draping over your shoulders as you visibly relaxed at their presence. Toji had unfortunately been in this line of work for a fairly long time and had seen his fair amount of lowlife managers, but with your manager's empathetic actions, your bodyguard knew you had lucked out with a great team.

So maybe he shouldn’t have judged you so quickly.

“What happened? Are you okay?!”

“We would’ve been here sooner, but traffic was a bitch.”

You took a deep breath, reaching up to touch Suguru's hand, which rested on one of your shoulders. “I’m okay; I don’t know if I could say the same about my apartment, though.” your friends shared a look that clearly communicated words without speaking.

“But you’re not physically hurt?” Satoru asked in a smooth, almost relaxed tone.

“No, I'm okay.”

“Oh, thank fuck, we thought it was worse.”

Something inside Toi’s chest snapped as he whirled around. “Worse?” he questioned, a black brow twitching. “This is one of the worst-case scenarios!” he stomped his suit, straining against his broad muscles as he pointed back toward the apartment building. “This bastard got into her apartment building undetected and was in her personal space for who knows how long.” You watched as Satoru removed his arm from around you, holding his hands up in front of him.

“I-I just thought it was good because she wasn’t hurt!”

“You’re lucky she wasn’t hurt! If she had been in the apartment when this asshole was there, you might not be looking at a fucked up breaking and something. How did you put it? Worse!”

Toji’s actions from the instant he saw your apartment to when you both were calling the police had gone from cocky, lazy full of attitude bodyguard to full-on protective mode. His eyes were constantly roaming around. If anyone approached you, he stood in front of you, making sure he listened to any questions they asked, or if they tried to hand you something, he looked at it first before deeming it safe for you to look at. This man standing before you had made a complete change, and you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t feel safe. This was the first time since the appearance of your stalker that you felt like you might be okay.

“Fucked up break-in?” Your dark-haired manager questioned his dark eyes, glancing in your direction, drawing you out of the thoughts that you had been distracting yourself with. “Just how bad was it?”

You swallowed at your slightly dry throat. “I-I don’t know.” you could feel the weight of their gaze crushing you.

“You don't know?”

“I wouldn’t allow her to see it,” Toji added in for you, sensing the growing stress in your chest. “ I refuse to let her see what’s inside.”

You fought against the rise of nausea that washed over you as Satoru and Suguru gave you concerned deluxe. You weren’t sure what thoughts were whirling around inside their hands, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to know. Even though you were certain those thoughts revolved around what could have happened inside your apartment.

You didn’t want to know what he had seen that had him in such an alert state. The fact that he had covered your eyes, refusing to allow you to see what he had, didn’t leave you curious or eager to discover what happened, but you knew God. You knew it was going to be something you would have to see. Because you were out of your anxiety medication, and there were a few things in your apartment you wanted to retrieve, and there were certain things you didn’t want anyone else looking for.

“I-I’m going to see; I need to see it.” Your voice was barely audible, but whether it was because of his height and skills as a bodyguard or the fact that he was an earshot, you weren’t sure, but around, staring down at you as if you had just verbally insulted him, his mother, and his ancestors. “Please don’t look at me like that.”

“There’s no way you just said that,” Toji swore before crouching in front of you as Suguru stood up, giving you space. “Please tell me my ears are still ringing from your concert, and I didn’t hear you say you need to see the state of your apartment. There is no way you just told me that; you can’t be that stupid.”

“Okay, for starters, I’m not stupid.” you snapped, eyes narrowing at the larger man before you. “I have to grab a few things that are in there.”

“I’ll grab them for you.” Toji barked back, glaring daggers into your eyes.

“I don't want you digging through my stuff.”

Through his head back with a laugh, his eyebrows furrowing together before he leaned closer towards you, closing the distance. “Sweetheart, I hate to break this, but somebody already has gone through all of your stuff.” his words struck you like hail in a raging storm with the terrifying reminder that someone had been in your home going through your things. But you didn’t appreciate the attitude he had behind his tone.

“Fuck you.” the words that left your mouth were like venom, but they seemed not to affect him. “I need to get some stuff. I don’t care what the state of my apartments is in.”

“Oh, trust me, you won’t like it. So no, you’re not going up there.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No—”

“She needs to grab more of her medication.” Suguru finally snapped in, putting a stop to the bickering. “That’s why she needs to go up there.” the look you gave your friend didn’t phase him. “My girls give me nastier than that, so keep it up. It doesn’t bother me. I want to get you out of here as soon as possible, but bickering isn’t moving along.”

So you took medication for the anxiety you Toji could see etched into your features earlier. His navy blue eyes glance down at your hands, watching your index and middle fingers twitch. You were fighting off one, and if it was this bad, you were most definitely going to need your medication. That still didn’t mean Toji was so keen on taking you upstairs.

“I can grab it for you. He said in a much softer tone that he would often use with Megumi. “Can you tell me where they are?”

“It’s upstairs in my closet.” Before Toji could even question why you would keep it there, you sighed. “Inside my safe—” You ignored the look he gave you, and you stood up instead. “I have people coming in all the time, and I don’t need anyone telling the paparazzi I have terrible anxiety. People do about anything and everything to have five minutes of fame.”

Toji shook his head, standing with you. “And I’m going to assume you’re not gonna tell me the code?” You just gave him the sweetest smile you could muster, one that was often reserved for the paparazzi.

“Seeing that you need my thumb to open it, I would rather keep it attached to my hand. I’m going to have to go with you.”

Toji did not like this. He didn’t want you to see the horrors that awaited you on the third floor of the building. He also knew that he was limited to options at this point. You were stubborn, stubborn as he was, and there was no point in fighting with you—not when you needed to go upstairs to open your safe. With a reluctant sigh, Toji motioned back towards the building.

“Let's fucking go; Geto’s right. We need to think about getting you out of here as soon as possible.”

You tried to keep a calm face, especially since you were already on the verge of a panic attack, and the flashing from the cameras didn’t help. The last thing you needed for this story to go public. You could see the headlines already! ‘New Rising Popstar Has a Stalker?!’ Or ‘New Popular Popstar Home Vandaliszed!’ Plus, if you were to slip up and let your mask slip, revealing the anxiety-ridden girl underneath, that would give anyone who knew you an opportunity to run to the press with information regarding your performance anxiety. Anyone would rush at the chance to spill the beans about how you put on a persona, and you weren’t the person that everyone believed you to be.

That sounded about as entertaining as this whole fiasco has been. So it was better for you to keep a straight face and head to your apartment. Suguru and Toji, the sooner you leave, the better.

Your managers had insisted on coming with you both up to your floor; that way, they could help you pack some bags and collect the things you may miss in the state of panic. You would most likely find yourself when you look inside the apartment. You would have to make a mental note to get an extra prescription to keep with your managers or keep your child home or somewhere else that wasn’t in a safe in your apartment that was supposed to be guarded around the clock but had somehow broken into. Unfortunately, you would have to consider doing this; it was like adding another cog to the clock, which was your busy life.

As you rode the elevator up to your apartment, thoughts of what to do and how to do it, plotting, planning, and preparing, were at the forefront of your mind. Thinking of stupid, mundane things to add to your already busy life had been the perfect distraction you needed. Otherwise, your mind would’ve been reeling with different scenarios or visions of how you pictured your apartment.

Was it trashed, spray painted on the walls, or did they go through your underwear drawer and throw them all over the place after doing terrible things with them? Were your beta fish still alive? Had your stalker destroyed all the books you had collected over the years? There were countless possibilities of what had occurred within those walls, and each time you came up with the scenario, you thought back to Toji’s reaction. You weren’t sure if the things you were thinking about were enough to start a man of his physique and demeanor.

The only thing you were sure of was that whatever awaited you was enough to make you never want to return.

The dinging from the elevator sounded as you reached your floor. You took a deep breath, lifting your head, only to come face-to-face with your bodyguard's chest. Your eyes roamed up the tight button shirt to his face, where he looked down at you with a weary look.

“It’s not a pretty sight. I’ve never seen anything like this before. So if it gets too much for you to handle or if you can’t handle it, you tell me, I’ll cover your eyes, and we’ll head straight to your closet, okay?”

“It’s that bad?” You asked, not knowing if you wanted the answer.

“Yes.”

You had made it a point that you needed to come up here and see what this had done to your home. If you were to turn around and decide you didn’t need the meds that would keep you calm and your mind clear, you most likely would’ve already turned around and begged to be brought back to the lobby. But as hard as you wished and dreamed that would be the case, you were close to losing it. You could feel the anxiety creeping up, wrapping its tendril fingers into your chest, constricting your airway. If you didn’t take your meds fast, you were going to break down, and that wasn’t going to speed up the process of getting you away from the apartment any faster.

‘They’re the best.’

Nanako had assured you just hours before. You needed to have faith in the bodyguard your managers, some of your closest friends, had picked out for you. Inhaling deeply through your nose, you shut your eyes tight before nodding your head once; you needed to go through with this, and if it became too much to handle or if you found yourselves spiraling down the drain oven anxiety attack, you could tell Toji. Assuring you he would be there for you gave you the strength to look into his eyes.

“I understand; if it becomes too much for me to handle, I’ll tell you, I promise.”

There was a glint in your eyes, one full of determination that Toji wasn’t expecting to see. But behind that determination, he could still see your finger shaking despite you doing your absolute best to try and conceal it. While he didn’t know much about you, you were pretty easy to read, and he couldn’t have been more about you with his first assumption. And he was glad about that. Because you would have to be strong to live with the sight you were about to see.

With a deep breath, Toji stepped to the side, allowing you to see your apartment for the first time in days. But it hardly looked like your apartment. Your hand shot up to cover your mouth as you stepped back further into the elevator.

How was this the same place you called home?

Thousands of pictures hung from the fifteen-foot ceiling on fluorescent red strings. From the back of the elevator, you could see that the pictures hanging from the strings were all photos of you. Pictures of you at your shows, sipping coffee at a café, shopping with your face mask on, covering your mouth and nose. There were photos of you and your family eating at a restaurant together—pictures of you at the gym working out, grocery shopping, stepping into your shower, naked.

But the pictures weren’t even the worst part. Your couch had been overturned and looked as though someone had a hunting knife to the cushions, carving in the initial of your first name, followed by a large X and an M. Red hearts had been scribbled all over your walls and floor, coffee table, couch, recliner. You could only hope that it was paint and not blood. But the piece of resistance was the mannequin facing the elevator entrance, dressed in one of your lacey undergarment sets—a wig sat on top of the mannequin head that resembled your hair type and color to the tea. But the mannequin didn’t have a face. Instead, a camera with a crevice where the face would usually be. And around its neck hung a piece of paper, with ‘I See You!” Written in the same red substance that covered your walls.

“Holy fuck.” Satoru whispered, overlooking the state of your once beautiful apartment. “I-I don’t even know what to say.”

“Is that still recording?” Suguru asked, glaring at the dummy. “Why haven’t the polic—”

“We’re working on dusting for fingerprints at the current moment.” A calm, soothing voice announced from further inside. Somehow, you had harnessed the strength to step inside the apartment, not wanting to be held down by the chains of disbelief and shock. “Please make sure not to touch anything if you can.”

You saw a man in a finely tailored suit approaching your group when you looked up. He wore white gloves on his hands and held a notebook. The detective was handsome, with well-trimmed blonde hair and a tie fastened perfectly. The man standing before you took care of himself, and from his body language, you could tell that he took his job very seriously.

“Hey, Nanami.” Toji greeted.

“Zen’in, good to see—”

“Nah, I go by Fushiguro. Took my wife's last name.”

“Ah, apologies, I hadn't realized.”

A certain amusement seemed to swell in your chest as you glanced between the two men. You didn't realize your bodyguard was married. He didn't have a wedding band on, and from his harsh tongue, you weren't sure if he had much experience talking to someone, but it seemed like you were wrong.

While you were trying to imagine what Toji’s wife looked like, honey-brown eyes clashed with your far-off gaze, snapping you back to reality. “And what can I help you with? We’re still investigating and looking through the security footage. So, as of right now, I sadly have no information for you.” As quickly as those words left Nanami, Toji jumped in.

“We just wanted to grab some things from her safe and some clothes. Then we’ll be out of your hair.”

Nanami pulled his phone out to make sure his fellow officers and detectives were done with your room. Waiting for a response felt like sinking into water, and the photos that hung around you were like the current pulling you further under the surface. Seeing yourself in those pictures doing mundane tasks felt so dirty and wrong. You felt violated in ways that your heart had your heart squeezing.

“Fuckin’, is that our office building at the entrance to our house?” Satoru‘s disbelief pulled you back to the surface.

“Yeah, it is,” Suguru confirmed, looking at the photo his husband was motioning to.

Thoughts of their girls flashed through your mind, and it wasn’t just them. Your concern for all your friends and family twisted your stomach into knots of dread. Your stalker had been everywhere you usually went, from the photos hanging around you. Your schedule, habits, and favorite places to go had been documented and hung from your ceiling. In a way, it conveys what the mannequin just outside the elevator said. ‘I See You.’

This person has been watching you for God knows how long, and since they know pretty much everything you do to everyone you talk to, he leaves you feeling dirty and clean. You want to do nothing more than jump into the shower and scrub your skin raw to rid yourself of the film you felt wrapping around your body. You want to clean yourself of the fear, pain, and harsh reality that you had inadvertently put the people you loved in danger.

If your stalker went to such extreme lengths when it came to vandalizing your apartment, just how far would they go if your loved ones were to try to prevent him from drawing closer to you? Would they take further actions to harm you and everyone you loved? Dealing with a stalker was something you hadn’t anticipated happening—something you didn’t want to happen. Yet here you were, stuck with the unknown reality of what would fall upon you and the people you cared for.

“Hey.” the warmth of a hand gently grabbed your wrist and made a soft gesture. “Did you hear that?”

No, you haven’t heard anything but your thoughts. They had been buzzing so loudly, like an agitated hive of hornets. “Uhm, no, I’m sorry I didn’t.” Instead of annoyance or irritation, Toji gave you a gentle smile.

“Nanami said we can grab a few of your things.” Knowing that you would be able to get a hold of your medication relieved the tension in your spine. That brief relief allowed you to hurry up the stairs, fighting against the harsh, crushing reality you had found yourself in.

The second story of your apartment was in the same status as the first floor. Red hearts covered the walls and floor. Books from your office have been thrown around, but thankfully, they were still intact, and more photos hung from the ceiling. Your bedroom was a total mess. Clothes have been thrown around. The bed had been messed up. It seems the stalker had taken the same hunting next to your mattress. So you’ll have to buy a new one and sheets, fearing what might have happened to your once clean bed. Seeing the state your room was left in, your stomach was doing flips.

Unlike the main living area and office, your bedroom and bathroom are more intimate. Knowing someone was inside made your skin crawl with fear. It was wrong on so many levels, leaving you feeling claustrophobic. But you didn’t have time to process the loaded motions fully.

You rushed to the closet, opened the safe, and collected your medication while Suguru and Satoru packed a bag for you with some seemingly untouched clothes. Toji kept his guard up, not faulty, even though detectives and officers surrounded you. Seeing him so alert still left you feeling safe, even if this was one of the worst nights of your entire life.

But thankfully, the four of you were fast, and before you knew it, you were heading back down to the main lobby. The prospect of escaping the nightmare had you relax as you followed your managers to their car. You were so happy you were finally getting out of there. The crowd of spectators had grown, and it would only be a matter of time before someone took a photo of you by accident.

“Alright, let's get you back to the house.” Suguru opened the door to the backseat for you, and you were about to crawl in when Toji reached out, preventing you from moving. “Fushiguro, we need to get going—”

“She can't go there.”

“Uhm, yes, she can,” Satoru added, walking to the driver's side. “And if we don't get her out of her, there's a risk she could get recognized, and this isn't the publicity she needs.”

Toji seemed to ignore the words leaving your PR manager's mouth. “She was photographed at your office and home, right?” Silence grows between the four of you; the only sound is the growing crowd. “If she's not here, he can check for her at the gym or her parents’ house.” Toji shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. “Any place that was photographed is compromised. She's not safe at any of those places.” The truth of his words crushed you, leaving you feeling weak in the legs as you tried to think of anywhere you could stay.

“So what? We book her a hotel?”

“No, it's too risky, not secure enough.”

“This is ridiculous. I have a security system. She’ll be fine at our house.”

“As her bodyguard, I highly disagree.”

“As her friend, I assure you she’ll be safe with us.” Invisible streaks of lightning flashed between Satoru and Toji, the tension and testosterone growing between them.

You tightened your grip on your bag, gnawing at your bottom lip. “He’s right. I can't stay with you guys.” Suguru frowned, shaking his head as he gently grabbed your free hand. His lips parted to speak, but you quickly shook your head. “I can't put you and the girls at risk.” Satoru looked as though he was seconds away from throwing you into the car himself as you took a step back. “I-I can't put any of you at risk. You saw my couch and my bed; this person is dangerous.” The silence was nearly palpable, meaning they knew you were right.

“Okay—? So what the fuck are you going to do? It's not like you have a lot of choices! You can't stay here or in a hotel.”

“She’ll stay with me,” Toji announced, taking your bag from you.

You blinked once, your jaw dropping open before you shut it. “Huh?” You had misheard him; there was no way he said that.

“I said you can stay with me.”

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the first time toji made you squirt

wrote this at 3am just before crying myself to sleep 🥳

at first I wanted to write headcanons for a few jjk characters, but the power this man holds is too strong

afab!reader

trigger warning: degradation, overstimulation, sub!reader, a kinda soft!dom toji, aftercare

this absolute menace could have made you squirt the very first time you two fucked

but, somehow, he managed to control himself, you were so soft looking, he was actually afraid you might break between his fingers

but he changed his mind the night he caught you masturbating while he was away

he had you trapped against his chest, his left hand dangerously wrapped around your throat while his other one slowly rubbed your clit.

"so... did you really miss me this much honey?"

the pet name could have been cute, but it just sounded so dirty coming out of his mouth, spreading your pussy lips to expose the mess you've made, he pushed your body against his to make you sink a little deeper into his chest, drowning you in his scent.

"staying silent mmh? but look at what you've made down here, your pussy can't lie for you, you really missed me that much you little whore."

he pressed his mouth against the shell of your ear, sending delicious shivers tickling your entire body. you could feel he was smiling, as if he had been waiting for this moment all of his life, waiting to have an excuse to be actually ruthless with you, not giving you any rest until he was satisfied. lucky for you, toji only needed one thing to be satisfied: to watch you fall apart under him. his strong arms caging you to keep you imprisoned against his chest, he let his right hand wonder once again, smiling when he felt your pussy throb under the teasing touch of his fingers.

"always so sweet for me, let me give you what you need sweetheart."

while he was talking he started to rub circles on you clit once again, and you were so horny from touching yourself earlier and from his teasing that you came on his fingers just a few seconds after he started touching you, which made him laugh mockingly.

"damn, you really are a desperate slut don't you? no no don't start drifting off now, I'm not done with you yet."

you didn't even ride out your orgasm that his two fingers placed on your clit started moving again, faster and rougher, making you jolt under him.

"to-toji! s'too much!"

oh that wasn't going to be enough to stop him, not with the way your hips bucked up to make his fingers push a little deeper into your flesh. with your thighs violently shaking and your whimpers, toji could feel his hard dick throbbing in his pants, tightening his grip on your throat every time your back brushed his crotch a little too hard. but he could edge himself, right now it was all about you, the reactions you were giving to him were priceless, it only made him want to rub your clit faster, your whimpers weren't enough he wanted you to scream.

"c'mon now what were you thinking about when you were touching yourself mmh? thinking about my big cock buried inside your tiny pussy yeah? slamming you down on the mattress like an animal, fucking you like the needy bitch you are?"

you could only nod your head, mewling intelligible words as your vision got blurry, feeling a second orgasm coming, stronger than the previous one. his two fingers coated in your wetness didn't slow down when you screamed you were coming, it only made him go even faster, overstimulating you once again, making you feel like you were going to explode.

"that's it beautiful, make a mess."

and it's only when you found a normal breathing again that you realized that you did as he said, making a mess on his fingers and the sheets, your inner thighs soaked in your fluids. he removed his hand from your throat, placing it on your cheek instead, cupping your whole face with only one hand. your thighs twitched once again, his fingers still rubbing your clit, in a very slow pace, barely touching it.

"that was really good sweetheart I'm proud of you..."

he placed a gentle kiss on your temple, and you sighed at his softness, slowly closing your eyes, your body exhausted from this violent orgasm. his green eyes fell on your face, damn he really wanted to be ruthless, but you were so sweet for him, so obedient and eager to please, he couldn't bring himself to be rough with you.

"fuck you're so beautiful..."

he lifted you with his arms, laying you next to him and you immediately crawled upon his torso, taking his hand in yours.

"I love you."

his eyes flicked over you, his scarred lips curling into a smirk, and he pinched your cheek lovingly.

"you love me huh? good, I love you too honey, stay still, I'm going to grab a towel to clean you up since you've made a mess you dirty slut."

'slut' as a pet name of course, you caught him off guard with your confession so he panicked and did the thing he was the best at, degrade you (in a loving way), so you could have honey and slut in the same sentence! <3

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