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OlderBF!Toji Fushiguro x Bratty!Reader
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Synopsis: Your OlderBF!Toji hates when you steal his cigarettes, especially when coming home after a long shift to an empty carton. Luckily, he kills two birds with one stone. He gets to let off some steam and your oral fixation gets satisfied.
C/W: age gap (Reader: early twenties | Toji: wtv feels right hehe), Degradation, Oral (m! receiving), Throat fucking, cum swallowing, hair pulling/grabbing, rough and mean toji :(( reader who loves it hihi, cigarette smoking.
"When will you fuckin' learn huh?"
Loud, dark, rude and disapproving. His tone was clear as day, the sharpness of each word shocking the synapses in that fuzzy little head of yours, each brutal thrust nudging his thick cockhead further against the bruise at the back of your throat.
"Greedy girlâ" he purrs, pupils dilating at the sight of you teary eyed and peering up at him, little streaks of mascara running down your flushed cheeks as they hollowed out around him.
You assumed he'd just make you smoke the whole pack, perched on his lap and writhing beneath his iron grip, the nicotine making you dizzy with each inhalation.
That's what he usually did.
When he'd notice his packs going from 25, to 17, to 8 by the end of the day, he'd drag you down onto his knee, popping a stick between your lips before lighting the tip and making you finish what you started.
But this time, he reserved his soft reprimands, resorting to a much more imposing form of punishment.
He had just finished a particularly long job, shoulders heavy and low atop dragging feet, marching towards his bedside to retrieve a pack of Marlborosâonly to be greeted with the sight of an empty carton.
âHey, kidâ" He called from the bedroom, his voice gravelly and firm.
Legs shifting on the living room carpet, every nerve in your body tensed at the soundâa smoky aftertaste still present on your tongue.
âGet your ass in here, princessââ
And you didâalbeit apprehensively. Feet dragging against the hardwood, your heels cling to the friction in an attempt to slow yourself downâto delay having to face your boyfriend's dark, pervasive glare.
You round the corner, his thick thighs spread over the edge of the bed, feet firmly planted to the ground. Eyes already piercing the door frame, he stared at you, scarred lips pressed into a thin line.
The air around him was hot, wafting tobacco and mint off of him like it always does. Every angry, tense nerve of his body shrouding the room in a dark, heavy air.
You settle between his legs, standing sheepishly as his warmth surrounds youâa hand settling on the skin just beneath your ass.
Swallowing hard, your palms rested on the broad expanse of his shoulders, rough grip pulling you towards him as he stared up at you through hooded eyes.
âBaby,â he mumbled, thumb flicking the top off his now-empty pack, an irate vein bulging from the side of his throatâjaw clenched and cold.
âBeen smoking my cigs?â He asks flatly, his free hand holding up the carton for you to observe, carefully analyzing your expression.
You straightened your back, fingers tense on the fabric of his tee.
âJust a couple." The words were heavy and reluctantâa familiar tremor bubbling in your chest. âm'sorry Toj, theyâre just really expensive and sometimes I need to wind down,â
With a thick hand pulling you closer by the skin of your thigh, his cold eyes stared up at you through obsidian lashes.
"And what did I say about takin' em?"
You shifted your weight between feet, eyes darting to the floor in an attempt to avoid his oppressive stare.
He exhaled long and loud, the air fanning against the bare skin of your thighs, his head dropping down to peek into the carton againâwishing a cig would magically appear and aid his strive for relief.
The silence is loud. It's heavy, uncomfortable and weirdly intimateânerves buzzing from adrenaline.
"So, what now, hm?" he perks up, eyes stern and narrowed. âClearly you've got some sorta, oral fixation or somethinâ. Gotta be the only reason why you won't fuckinâ listen to me, right girlie?"
Your hands trembled against his tense muscles, unsure of what to do next, afraid to speak, to move, to breathe. But subconsciously, you nod and shudder, bottom lip tightly tucked between teeth.
He rose, body warm against yours as he towered above, suddenly shrouded in his tall shadow. Staring down with that playful expressionâthe lustful nature of his fantasies were blatantly obvious from his dark-eyed smirk.
âHad a long day, pretty girl,â he began, a heavy hand on your shoulder applying the softest pressureâdelicate enough to pass as soothing, but perverted enough to make your knees weak. As you sank to the carpeted floors, your fingers traced the front of his thighsâhis gaze setting your nerves ablaze.
"And now I canât even smoke.â
You swallow hard, the edge in his voice slicing through your innocence, a weak quiver stuttering in your chest.
âAll cause you had to go around stealin' my cigs, even after I told you off.â
Your lips were squished together, puckered between his thick, calloused fingers squeezing your flushed cheeks. His grip was rough. Hard and mean, shaking your head side to side to further mock and tease you. Whatever remained of his playful demeanor was gone, leaving you with his fiery, determined admonitions.
You fucked up, you knew that.
But with the way he looked down at you, harsh and remorselessâyouâd gladly do it again.
With a large hand fisting your hair, he guided your head back a littleâmaking room for himself. His digits dipped below the waistband of his sweats, tugging it down to reveal his hardening lengthâbulging from beneath the stretched fabric of his underwear.
âGonna make it up to me, hm? Gonna let me fuck that little throat?â
His cock twitched at your eager nod, watching as you palmed him through the thin fabricâwarm and pulsing beneath palms. Entranced by your desire, his eyes raked over your every feature. The way your soft lips quivered, the way your fingers trembled around his waistband, the way your pupils dilated when you finally freed his cockâflushed red and dripping.
It hung low, heavy and thickâlarge veins running down the length to his wide angry tip, dribbles of pre-cum oozing from the slit. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you could barely keep yourself from him. He was warm under your touch, the pulse of rushing blood coursing through himâfeeling him twitch beneath your delicate strokes.
âTongue.â He growled, swatting your hand away from him as he awaited your compliance.
Saliva glistening on the muscle, his freehand reached down to guide his bulbous tip onto the flesh, softly tapping it against your taste buds.
âWant somethinâ in your mouth that badly?â
Glassy eyes stared up at him, cheeks flushed and eagerâstrings of precum and spit squelching with every pat of his leaky tip. He tasted bitter, warm and saltyâthe flavor addictive to your buds, shocks of lust melting your brain with each lewd tap.
âIâll give you something to wrap those pretty lips aroundâ"
His chest tightened, feeling you gently close around himâthe pressure of your warm mouth sending waves of pleasure through his nerves.
Seeing him like this, your usually tired, gruff old boyfriend letting his mask of loving indifference slip was quite the rarity. Yeah, heâd get rough, dark, dominantâbut nothing like this.
It just made you wetter, all desperate and lecherousâquivering legs pressed together in an attempt to relieve the pulsing ache between your thighs.
He noticed, he always does.
And with a devilish smirk tugging his scar, he thrust into your mouthâhips rolling forward, kissing his thick tip against the back of your throat. âPathetic.â
Another nudge of his hips sank him deeper into the warmth of your maw, maintaining a rough pace as he dragged you into each thrustâthick fingers tangled in your hair.
Tears gathered on your lashes, threatening to fall with each brutal touch of his length bruising your throat. The friction of his veiny cock against your lips was euphoric. Better than any cigaretteâthis was your real addiction, foam bubbling at the corners of your lips, running down your chin in a debaucherous concoction.
His face twisted in sadistic pleasure, obsessed with the sight of his cock disappearing into your mouthâthe feeling of your warm moans vibrating against him. It just made him rougher, tears running down your cheeks as he quickened his paceâunable to get his eyes off your pathetic expression.
"When will you fuckin' learn huh?"
He pushed further, cock buried to the hiltâyour nose pressed to the soft hairs of his happy trail. Tongue darting out beneath him, you traced his veins up and downâa shuddered, rough groan escaping him.
He got closer and closer with every thrust, your heavenly maw encasing him so perfectlyâthe gooey warmth of your wet mouth like a drug.
Pulling back with a wet pop!, he watched as you caught your breath. His thumb traced the mess on your chin, face glazed with saliva and tearsâpretty little dark streaks decorating your cheeks. You reached up to work his cock, hands pumping and rolling over the tipâtracing his frenulum just the way he likes it.
âOpen.â He spoke, low and gravely.
His release painted your tongue a milky white. Thick ropes of cum filling your mouth with every squeeze of your fingers, your eager expression sending him even further over the edge. Lips wrapped around the tip, you bob your head, drawing out every last drop before swallowing hardâsavoring the warmth of his delicious load.
Tongue lolling out, you proudly show him your clean mouthâthe absence of his seed making his breath hitch.
âFuck, look at that. Swallowed every drop, hm?â
âGood girl,â a firm hand cupped your cheek, his calloused thumb stroking the skin. His hold was warm and soft, still riding out the high of his orgasm as he stared down at youâgaze loving and gentle.
âlearn your lesson?â He asked.
And despite the remorseful nod you gave him, you knew that wasnât true.
You knew that the second youâd hear the front door click! with the sound of him leaving for work, your grubby little fingers would already be digging in his coat pockets for a pack.
And when heâd catch you again, visibly fuming at the sight, youâd just ash the cigaretteâlooking up at him with those glossy doe eyes.
âSorry toj, canât help it.â
Then you were on your knees.
âSâmy oral fixationâ
A/N: hiiiii hope u enjoyed. tis not proofread so i apologize for any spelling or grammar errors AGH. anyways HOW ARE YALL DOING? IS THE STRESS OF THE WORLD ALSO EATING YOU ALIVE?? if it is, dw babes just read more smut. <3 ok byee love u