>> ₊˚⊹♡ 𝓑odyguard 𝓣oji catches you sneaking out, now you’re in trouble. - NSFW ❀.ೃ࿔* bratty reader | bodyguard toji
context & summary: you’re the daughter of the richest CEO in japan which makes you a bigger target for hitmen, seeing a newly placed bounty on your head, your father immediately hires a bodyguard to protect you and to keep you out of harms way, but you didn’t want to comply with these new rules and you wanted your freedom back. maybe sneaking out to a party will bring you that sense of freedom again?
warnings: nsfw, 18+, suggestive, flirting, oral, eating out, overstimulation, blacking out, intense orgasms, degrading names, pet names: baby, princess, sweet/sweets etc. groping, dirty talk, rough, begging, drug mentions/alcohol mentions, getting drunk and partying, arguing, yelling, consensual blackmail, bratty reader, smut.
notes: this took SOOO longgg bruh i started it at 10am and finished it at like 9:30pm but i hope it’s good and people like it. i’m still new and trying to improve with each fanfic i write.
hm: fratjo & fratkuna ❀.ೃ࿔*
“hell no.” were the sharp, cold words which echoed against your bedroom walls, making your expression fall immediately.
“why the hell not?!” you roared, throwing your hands up in the air with anger.
toji, the man built like a fucking truck, a badass who’s been a hitman for years, known as the sorcerer killer, was being a bodyguard for the daughter of the richest ceo in japan, who also turned out to be a complete bratty nuisance.
when you first found out that you’d be getting a bodyguard you immediately protested. you were almost 21 years of age. a fucking adult. you didn’t need a man in your life. you were young and finally free!
but once your father found out you had a bounty on your head, he hired toji before you could throw your tantrums, it happened all so suddenly you couldn’t even enjoy your 20th birthday.
you were only a few months into being around him and he was already making you go insane. shopping? he’s there. going for a walk after an argument with him? he’s there. trying to piss? he’s outside the fucking bathroom. you complained to your father about how it was a violation of some human right, but he just argued it was to keep you safe, but it sure as hell didn’t sound like it from the way toji could get so intimidating when he was mad, and the part you hated the most is that he was hot and there was no denying it.
right now, your friends had invited you to go to a party. you were a pretty popular girl in your college, you knew a lot of people and you had many friends, at first it was a bummer for your friends hearing about this whole new bodyguard stuff, but after seeing him? suddenly all you heard was:
“hey wanna come shopping with us? bring toji too!”
“hey wanna go swimming, you should bring toji too. i’d love to see him shirtless.”
it was always ‘bring toji’ this and ‘bring toji’ that. it was annoying and you knew there was nothing you could do about it either, and that just annoyed you even more.
“you ain’t goin’ to that party princess.” he responded gruffly to your begging. dragging a tired hand down his face then crossing his arms over his buff chest, you could see the veins pressing against the tight compression shirt he wore just like the way your thighs would press together at night when you were trying to sleep after an argument with him, those glares he would give you, his commanding tones which would keep you up at night…
your eye twitched, you stood in front of him. your foot tapping impatiently against your marble floors, racking your brain to come up with another excuse, another way to downplay what activities you’d be getting into if you went.
“oh there wouldn’t even be any alcohol there, it’s just a friendly reunion between friends!” now you both know that was a lie. you both knew the first thing you’d see when you stepped inside was someone doing crack off off of someone tits.
he just stared back at you, his dark eyes boring into yours. he did not believe a thing coming out of your mouth. he still stood tall, not moving an inch from your bedroom door. he was like a human barrier. you wouldn’t be able to move him, not even if you tried with all the strength you had.
“so are you seriously gonna keep me here? let me live, what were you doing at 20? i bet it wasn’t sitting around like some prince trapped in a castle!” you yelled back, you were about to explode, he could see it coming from a mile away. once he heard you his eyes narrowed, a deep frown settling on his face.
“nah i was thinking of how to escape my abusive clan at 20. try again.” he spoke with a hint of sass. “not everyone lives your prissy, pink, perfect life, doll.” he reminded harshly, a little annoyed on how you compared his life to yours, knowing you both lived completely opposite lives.
your eyes widened. he had told you about his clan when you first met him. you didn’t mean to unlock that memory, it was a comment made in the spur of the moment.
you cringed at yourself. it felt awkward now. do you apologise? you were pretty shit at that and toji knew it all too well.
you could feel his eyes boring into yours, maybe if you apologised he wouldn’t be as mad as he was now and let you go.
“alright i’m sorry toji, i didn’t mean to bring that up.” you apologised while looking down at your feet in hopes that he would forgive you.
instead, he just stared down at you with his cold eyes, he knew you were only apologising for your own gain, he wasn’t stupid.
“you’re not going.” he reminded in a more annoyed tone, his voice raising just a little, you knew if you pushed it any further he would lose it, he was definitely on his last straw and you could sense it.
fine. maybe you could just try and sneak out. those teens in those teenage dirtbag movies always made it look easy, right? it shouldn’t be that difficult.
later on, you were laying in your bed. you had nagged toji to stand outside of your bedroom door and not inside, so you could discuss your plans with your homegirls under your duvet.
“okay, here’s the plan, i’m gonna wait till he’s downstairs and then i’ll climb out of my window, i’ll climb over the gates after and run as fast as i can till i’m completely out of the vicinity of my mansion, then fratjo will pick me up in his ride and take me to the party. how’s that sound?” you asked proudly. you thought that plan was the best idea you’ve ever come up with, but your friends heavily disagreed.
“running? you gonna tape your heels back together once you’re at the party?” one of them joked, snickering over the phone.
“at least you have the money to pay for ankle surgery.” another snarked.
your eye twitched. okay, maybe it wasn’t the bestest of plans after all, but it was worth a shot after all, right?
the feeling of setting spray covering your face was refreshing. just the finishing touches to the face which was about to finally go and get drunk at her first frat party. nothing could go wrong right…right?
then you heard it. footsteps slowly walking away from your door, you heard the sound of toji clearing his throat, the sound loud and gruff. the sound that made your stomach flip, which you were still in denial about. to confirm your suspicions you pressed your ear against your bedroom door to hear his heavy footsteps trailing downstairs.
your eyes immediately darted towards your window, your baby blue curtains blowing gently from the soft autumn breeze. this was it. right in front of you, you could almost smell the freedom that was waiting for you outside.
once you got to your window, your heart was leapt into your throat. it looked high up…maybe this wasn’t as well planned as you thought…but fratjo was gonna be parked outside of your estate in less than 5 minutes and you didn’t wanna chicken out and make a fool of yourself. you’d be the life of the party. “hey y’know y/n? she had the golden opportunity to escape to the party, but she chickened out last second!” that’s it. you needed to stop overthinking and just do it.
once you heard the footsteps returning you flinched, quickly climbing up onto the windowsill, the wind hitting your face as if it were warning you, which you ignored foolishly.
then you did it. you slid down onto the roof which was positioned like a slope which worked at your advantage, making it easy to slide down from your window. then you slid down your pipe like a fireman’s pole and once you landed on your own two feet, you felt as if you were about to collapse from all of the adrenaline pumping through your veins.
you hadn’t felt this much adrenaline in months, not without your stupid guard dog toji watching over you like a prized possession. but fuck him, this is your life now, and you’re gonna live it to the full whether toji likes it or not.
you then began running, forgetting about your heels. you didn’t care. you were iconic, of course you could run in heels right?
as you ran to the gates of your mansion and climbed over them, you saw a car just around the corner in the dark, you could tell it was fratjo from the trap music blasting at full volume from his speakers. you quickly ran over and dove into the car, turning to face him immediately.
“drive!” you yelled, making him glance over at you, looking slightly unimpressed, but he rolled his eyes and floored it, and damn you forgot how fast his car was.
“how’d you escape that monster then?” he asked audaciously, though you could barely hear him over the sounds of the 808’s assaulting your ears.
“i don’t even know, i just did it!” you yelled back, hoping he’d hear you over the music. though you’d be surprised if his hearing was still good after the type of music he listens to daily.
“tch, you’re done for when you get back, you do know that, right?” he reminded teasingly, one hand sliding up your thigh, grabbing and squeezing at the flesh.
you could see every vein bulging in his hand and arm. you’d be blushing and giggling right now if it weren’t for the pit of unease that settled in your stomach at his words. you KNEW you were cooked, because what kind of bodyguard doesn’t check on his client before he goes to sleep? well not toji at least…
you just had to hope and pray he forgot you existed. the chances were slim. but not nonexistent.
once you pulled up to the party you were immediately met with the sound of shocked gasps coming from your friends. you never came out, and they wanted to hear everything.
as you explained your amazing plan, fratkuna came over to you, grabbing your ass and leaning down to peck your cheek.
“no way it’s y/n. that’s crazy. how’d you escape from that meathead huh? did you let him fuck yer or somethin’?” he solicited, his other hand then sliding down to hold your hip, thumb tracing small circles on the skin.
you were blushing, your heart was racing and you felt overjoyed and overwhelmed with excited, absolutely thrilled to be here and included for once. then fratjo came over and dapped fratkuna up. once they began walking away, fratkuna shot you a sly wink and made the ‘call me’ gesture with his hand.
you giggled with your friends over him and then made your way over to the dance floor, taking shots off random people and having the time of your life.
once it was over, you stumbled out of fratjo’s house and out onto the road, opening a car door and slipping inside. slumping against the seat and giggling to yourself.
“that party was so wild.” you carried on, leaning on a certain meaty arm hazily.
“was it really?” a gruff voice spoke from beside you, fingers gripping the steering wheel as if he was about to break it. jaw clenched and lips set into a deep frown, that familiar scar on his lip giving away who it was immediately.
even in your severely inhabited state, you managed to fly backwards into your side of the car seat and scramble to find the door handle, but just as you found it one massive veiny hand grabbed your arm and dragged you back into your seat.
another hand grabbed your jaw with strength and confidence which made you almost whimper. you looked away, unable to maintain eye contact as he looked at your obvious blood-shot, glassy eyes.
“you doin’ fuckin’ drugs?” he asked sharply, the impatience in his tone making you flinch as if you had a 5 seconds to answer him before he exploded.
“n-no i wasn’t! i swear!” you protested, your voice climbing a few decibels to sound convincing. luckily you weren’t. you only got wasted, which you thanked your past self for doing, you would’ve been skinned for doing drugs.
he reluctantly let go of your jaw, but not without throwing you a nasty side glare, sneering at your words and looking out of his window for a moment.
he then looked back at you, taking in your appearance. smudged lipstick, smudged eyeliner, damp hair and a dress that shows your entire cleavage….
it made him sick and disgusted, but most of all, disappointed.
he groaned and slid a hand down his face again, he couldn’t believe himself. you’re drunk as shit and you look like you’ve been gang banged, which you hadn’t.
the car ride home was torture. the tension was suffocating, the silence made your ears ring and heart pound. you were just praying he wouldn’t tell your parents, who were on a 2 day business trip out of town.
once he pulled into your massive garage and stepped out, he walked over to your side and opened your car door for you. you sat there for a few seconds in silent confusion, maybe he wasn’t as mad as you thought?
once you stepped out he immediately picked you up by the waist and threw you over his shoulder, kicking the car door shut behind him and walking into the mansion proudly, ignoring your yelling and pounding against his large, muscular back which hurt your hands more than it hurt him.
he dumped you onto the couch and switched a dim lamp on which casted a soft glow across the living room, creating a relaxing atmosphere, but you were both anything BUT relaxed.
he silently walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass out of the cabinet. you zoned out, staring at the chandelier above you, which was currently spinning…well for you it was.
once he came back, he shoved the glass into your hands and crossed his big buff arms over his chest intimidatingly, he was intimidating sure, but his cruel stare was making you feel more than just intimidated. you thought you hid it well, but toji could see the way you bit your lip and rubbed your thighs together slowly, you thought you were being subtle, you really did, but you couldn’t hide ANYTHING from toji, and you had definitely learnt that the hard way.
you tipped your head back and chugged the water, the cool liquid was a stark contrast to the burn of the shots you were gulping down earlier. once you were done you let out a sigh and put the glass down onto the coffee table and then leaned back into the sofa, half asleep and waiting for him to bark another order at you as he was still stood in front of you, arms crossed and a frown so deep you thought he was stuck like that.
“upstairs, now.” he demanded dauntingly. which made you gulp. you really didn’t want to be bratty now and upset him even more than he already is, so you complied and got up. your heels clicking against the marble floor as you walked across your living room and up your fancy double staircase.
when you were midway up the staircase, you dared to turn back to see his current expression, you could see his eyebrow twitch in irritation. irritated that you even dared to look back.
once you saw his steely expression, you scurried up the staircase while clinging to the railing like a lifeline, almost tripping 3 or 4 times due to your stupid heels.
once you climbed into bed, you knew it was better to just sleep and get this day over with.
the next day was hell. you felt a headache in all parts of your head, as well as other aches and pains in places you didn’t even know existed. bruises you never saw before appearing out of nowhere and your pillow covered in lipstick and foundation and on top of that you had no fucking clue where you were. you rolled over onto your back and stared up at the ceiling helplessly, and then toji came barging his way into your room.
“y/n, we need to talk.” he announced. leaving no room for any arguments or protests. which made your stomach sink to your ass.
“i’m sleeping in your bed from now on.” he informed gruffly to your half alive form on the couch downstairs. the arm that was laid over your face lifting temporarily as you tried to sit up, which was useless as another throbbing headache made it’s way into your skull and you laid back down while groaning softly.
“you jokin’…?” you managed to mumble, your voice raspy.
“do i look like i’m joking?” he asked sternly, and he sure as hell didn’t. his eyes were piercing, as if he was shooting laser beams into your skull.
“no…” you replied soundlessly, not being able to look him in the eye.
you shifted, rolling onto your side with an arm dangling over the edge of the couch, your eyes being level with his dick and you couldn’t tear the away, slightly annoyed at how baggy his grey sweatpants were to the point of not being able to even see an outline.
“are you fucking serious y/n.” he spoke exasperatedly, his voice raising a few decibels to draw attention to his face and not elsewhere.
shit, you were caught red handed and you couldn’t be even more embarrassed. maybe you shouldn’t have went out last night, sure it was fun but the aftermath was no where near worth it. you would’ve have more fun sat alone in your room watching your favourite rom-coms and eating ice cream in bed. which toji constantly judges you for.
and on top of everything else, you just got caught staring at your bodyguards dick. how utterly embarrassing.
“want me to tell your daddy about this? bet he won’t be fuckin’ happy to see how much of a whore his princess has turned into.” he threatened cruelly, making you cringe at yourself.
“it was an accident, it’s not that big of a deal! you stare at my tits all the time!” you argued back, which made him pause, his eyes widening and his jaw clenching.
“i don’t fuckin’ do that, don’t make me look like some perv!” he yelled back, to which you scoffed at.
“i bet you wanna cum all over them and then motorboat them after!” you snarked cheekily, you were too hungover to actually have any filter right now.
he stared at you as if you had just announced you were pregnant. with wide eyes, grinding teeth and fists clenched. his face was full of anger, disbelief and arousal all in one. the images you put inside his head making him feel all hot and bothered.
“the fuck did you just say to me?” he practically growled. he wanted to slam you against the wall and fuck you against it at the same time.
your eyes widened and you quickly covered your mouth with your hands once you finally realised what you had just uttered.
instead of blowing up on you like you had expected, he just closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
“you know what, you actually owe me an apology.” he reminded, which was a weird time to ask after what was just said.
“right now?” you asked quizzically. you could sense he was gonna say something, something that would make your jaw drop.
“meet me in the living room tonight, 10pm when all your little maids leave.” he demanded, his voice leaving no hints on what he might be planning, which left your mind running with a million different scenarios all at once.
‘meet me in the living room tonight, 10pm…’
it was all you could think about for the entire day. once your hangover seemed to blow over you felt as if you had regained consciousness and things were finally beginning to hit you. you paced up and down your room for what felt like hours. you debated going on a walk to clear your head but then you remembered that a certain someone would have to tag along.
as it got closer to night you were growing more and more anxious, your mind playing out every single possibility of what could happen between you.
you were practically staring at the clock all night. counting down the minutes and then the seconds till you’re gonna have that little ‘talk’ with toji. what the hell could even happen? would he really try and get in your pants? you pull a face at the idea but the pleasant shiver that shot down your spine suggested that that outcome wouldn’t be bad at all.
you were laid flat on your back in your canopy bed, some show playing on your tv as background noise while you sighed impatiently. your head tilted to look over at the digital clock which was on your bedside table.
you sat upright and grabbed the digital alarm, staring at it with wide eyes. rereading it over and over to make sure you were reading this right. you gulped, your hands growing clammy and your body growing cold.
once the clock strook 10, you sat up in your bed, sliding your grey slippers on and swallowing hard before making your way downstairs.
once you got to the bottom, you were met with the sight of toji sat on your couch with a tired expression on his face, beer in hand while manspreading. a random show playing on tv, illuminating his muscular figure along with the soft hue of the lamp in the corner of the room.
his head cocked towards your figure, his lazy, narrow blue eyes raking up and down your body.
“you owe me somethin’ princess. for all the trouble you’ve caused me.” he finally spoke, and you could’ve sworn you saw the corner of his mouth curling upwards.
you were still stood by your staircase while anxiously fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. since when did the room get this hot?
“do i…?” you asked, playing dumb. you knew exactly what he wanted.
“sit your pretty ass down.” he commanded without meaning to. his hand patting the space on the couch beside him, you couldn’t help but wish you were the couch right now. getting patted by toji’s big veiny hands. he was just so naturally intimidating. it was both scary and hot.
your feet padded across the marble floor as you walked over to your extremely long couch that stretched across the entire room before hesitantly dropping down beside him, suddenly feeling shy beside him, which was weird, because you’d usually be the one bossing him around. not the other way around.
he took a sip from his beer, wrapping a big meaty arm around your shoulders then pulling you against his side. “you were really bad yesterday y’know. i could get you permanently grounded if i told yer’ daddy.” he reminded, making you shiver at the thought. everything he said was true too. your dad would kill you no doubt.
the horror in your eyes made toji snicker as he took another swig. “i know a way you can keep my mouth shut.” he offered suddenly. you had a feeling that you knew where this was going…
“you ever sucked dick before?” he asked nonchalantly, his eyes roaming your form and then travelling up to your eyes to see your reaction.
you didn’t expect this. you didn’t expect to be sitting so close to him, breathing in the scent of his cologne while pressing yourself against his muscular frame, it made your thighs press together and your pussy throb.
you didn’t expect this question…or maybe you did. but you did not expect him to be this direct, but this was toji after all. being subtle wasn’t really his thing, especially since he was built like a tank and had the voice of a bass.
“yeah, i’m not a virgin.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes in an insolent question, but the fact that he asked that question alone made you flustered.
“good.” he replied. the hand that was once wrapped around your shoulders was now sliding down to the hem of his sweatpants. he felt the way your eyes followed his hand. his fingers slowly tugging them down along with his boxers. his long, thick cock springing free. his mushroom tip that was almost glowing a rosy pink and curved slightly to the left had definitely caught your eye, and he noticed almost immediately.
the way your pupils dilated, the way your tongue darted out for a split second before retreating back into your mouth. the way your eyes widened a fraction when a glob of pre oozed out and glistened on his tip. the way the veins bulged, making it throb under your bewildered gaze. the one vein running on the underside of his dick was the one which caught your eye and made you salivate.
“y-you think i—i’m just gonna suck dick that easily? just like that? like a cheap who—“
“what about our agreement?” he reminded, cutting you off with that shit eating smirk on his face. the one that drove you wild and he knew it. he was loving this. loving your embarrassed expression as you tried to play it off how much you wanted his dick.
you looked up at him, your face flushed and your eyebrows furrowed, twitching in nervousness and anticipation. you tried to downplay how eager you actually were but toji could read you like a book.
“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he teased, his smirk only growing as you blushed even more. his right hand coming over to gently push you down off the couch and onto the floor between his muscular thighs.
when you got his hint, you shyly got off the couch and got onto your knees infront of him.
“you got a hair tie?” he asked, his eyes trailing down to your wrist, where he saw no hair tie. he tsked.
“you knew you’d be givin’ head yet you didn’t come prepared?” he mocked, grabbing a fistful of your hair with his right hand and pulling it away from your face.
you sat on the soles of your feet, hands braced on his thighs while you timidly looked up at his cock in the dim light of the living room. the soft glow coming from the tv and the lamp created a beautiful, almost breathtaking sight. he then grabbed the base and lightly smacked it against your lips, cocking an eyebrow.
“y’know what your doing, right baby?” he taunted. amused at the mesmerised look on your face.
the truth was, yes you had sucked dick many times, but you had only sucked off immature players and pathetic guys who didn’t even deserve you. toji was totally different from what you were used to. his was big, thick and experienced. he knew exactly what to say and do to leave you weak in the knees and begging for more even if you wouldn’t outrightly admit it.
you leaned forward, gently grabbing the base of his cock and taking a good look at it before licking a stripe up from base to tip and then taking the first few inches in, but you had underestimated how big he was. you were only used to taking 4 inches from guys, but you knew that toji was way, way more than that.
immediately after you took him in your mouth he groaned. the sound reverberating around his body and making your pussy throb with need. every vein, every ridge…you could feel it all, and you were struggling to take it all. the sight making him laugh. “pathetic, you walk ‘round acting like you’re the shit but you can’t even take 5 inches.” he derided, making you whimper in embarrassment.
“relax your throat sweetheart, i’ve got you.” he purred. the hand holding your hair back coming to grasp onto the back of your head. once you relaxed your throat he gently guided you to take him whole. once you were all the way down, your nose nuzzling into his pubic bone, he pulled your mouth off him. you whined, drooling and panting pathetically.
“mmphn.. too big…!” you whined pathetically, looking up at him as if he had a solution.
“if that pretty mouth can’t take me do you think your pretty pussy could?” he cooed, but you could hear the teasing undertones in his voice.
you were covered in spit and your hair was a mess, but you really wanted his cock, and also for him not to rat you out to your parents about the whole party thing. you couldn’t help but wonder how you had even got here. how it even got to this…but you weren’t complaining, you were far from it.
without speaking, you shimmied your way out of your sleep shorts, which were soaked from his dirty talk and sucking his fat cock.
he pat his lap invitingly, beckoning for you to climb up onto it. once you did he grabbed your waist and hovered you over his cock. you were facing him, your arms on his shoulders and your legs on either side of his thighs. your eyes looking down at where his cock began to slip and slide between your folds, which earned a broken whimper from you. your juices were coating cock, lubing it up naturally. it was surprising how wet you were from barely being touched. it was almost embarrassing.
his thick hands gripped the back of your thighs before slowly lowering you down onto his cock, which hurt a little at first, but when he went balls deep and smacked against your sweet spot, that pain quickly turned into pleasure. when he bottomed out inside you, you lurched forward into his chest, your face hiding itself in his neck with a whimper.
“mphn!” you mewled, which earned you a hard, long thrust of his hips, making you cry out. this was when you realised you didn’t have to fake your moans with toji like you did with other guys, because when having sex with toji, moaning wasn’t optional.
the sound of hips pounding against your pussy filled the room, the sound of the tv being filtered out by your cries and moans.
“hng— r-right there ahn!” you begged, crying out again as his fat tip began to bully your sweet spot repeatedly. you were almost sure that he would leave an imprint inside you, and you didn’t mind that one bit.
you wanted him to make you his, and from the way he was slamming into you, he was thinking the same thing for sure.
“yeah, fuuuck- take it baby, talk t’me.” he growled in your ear, his teeth nipping your earlobe which elicited a mewl from your lips.
“w-want you.. t’ go faster…—“ you whined, holding onto his shoulders for dear life when he sped up. that same shit eating grin gracing his lips again when he heard your pleading.
his hips were snapping up without slowing, showing you just how fast he can go. his fat cock bullying your cervix and making you leak everything you had onto his mean cock. it felt like he was splitting you open, bulldozing into your walls until—
this orgasm wasn’t like anything you’d experienced before. nothing like the ones you had when you had a particularly nasty wet dream about him, and your vibrator was the only one there for you…or the fake ones you performed whenever you were with any of your ex’s.
this was real, and fucking intense.
your eyes rolled back into your head, vision going white and your head falling onto his shoulder as you milked his cock, making him
groan loudly as he came not long after you.
your slickness mixed with his white, hot cum as it shot up into your pussy, which you could feel inside you as you moved. some did seep out of your throbbing pussy and down his shaft, landing on his pubic bone and leaking onto your ass.
once you regained consciousness you buried your face in his neck tiredly, thinking it was over. it was the best thing you had ever felt and you wanted it to last but you also wanted to crawl into bed and take the best nap of your life, but toji wasn’t done. nope, nowhere close.
“on your back, now.” he commanded, his left hand patting your thigh as if to alert you of his instruction.
“why..?” you rasped. your throat sore from all of the screaming that you were doing earlier.
he had you on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders and your arms limp beside your head, a the soft cushion was placed delicately under your head, giving you just the right comfort you needed before what was coming.
one veiny hand grasped onto your thigh, pulling it slightly apart. then you felt small pecks littering up and down your thigh, followed by little bite marks which went all the way up to your inner thighs.
and you had a front view seat to it all.
your eyes traced his face, from the way his lips moved, all the way up to where his hair grew damp from sweat.
then, one pillow slid underneath your hips, carefully placed so that they were tilted and aligned with toji’s hot mouth.
“mm’ love this pussy baby.” he groaned, burying his nose in between your lips, his own cum from earlier slowly oozing out and coating his nose.
you whimpered when his nose hit your clit, your hand grasping onto his hair when he finally began licking, sucking and blowing on your swollen clit, his mouth covered in your slick.
“gonna make you cum all over, princess.” he warned, his tongue delving deeper. his jaw was beginning to ache but he barely paid it any attention. his focus was completely and utterly on you…and your pussy.
“fuckin’ delicious.” he growled, the vibrations of his voice felt electric for your dripping wet cunt. your slick oozing out every time he spoke. it’s as if his voice had cast a spell over you, and you couldn’t shake it off. not like you wanted to anyway.
your hand snaked down to grasp his hair and keep you stable while also grounding you and make sure you won’t float away from this feeling. trying to convince yourself it was not a dream.
the slick from your cunt leaked down to your ass, and he pulled back to lick it all up then drove his tongue right back in, with even more force and fervour than before. making your legs give out and fall limp on his broad, meaty shoulders.
you could feel it, your orgasm was coming, even heavier and intense than the last one. the one which would leave you walking funny tomorrow, the one which would leave you feeling numb everywhere while also feeling everything at once.
you thought you were composed, sure you were drooling and half conscious but you were still able to think straight.
suddenly, a strong hand snaked it’s way onto your stomach, just where your lower abdomen was and pushed down on it. not too hard, not too soft, just enough to feel like every single nerve in your reproductive organs were set ablaze.
you came, strong, fierce and loudly. your legs shaking and your slick gushing out all onto toji’s tongue, which he lapped up immediately. licking up every last drop before humming against your thigh. causing your body jerk involuntarily.
once you finished, he sat back up and leaned back into the couch, sinking into it and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. running a hand through his now damp hair. his eyes then darted over to you, who looked like they just got ran over by a truck. lipstick smudged, mascara smudged, cum stains from the both of you slowly drying up on your stomach and thighs while faint twitches from overstimulation took over your poor body.
his eyes took in the sight, burning and sealing it into his memory.
he stood up abruptly, picking your limp form up and tossing you over his shoulder, giving your cheek a quick peck too.
“let’s run yer a bath yeah, sweets?” he offered. feet padding up your large double staircase and along the endless hallway of which was in your mansion and then making a turn and entering your fancy bathroom which was adorned with a golden doorframe and a very large bathtub. he plopped you down onto the bathroom counter then let go, leaning over to turn on the tap and then leaning back, his eyes slowly raking over your naked form.
it was pretty obvious that your relationship with him would be different…
but you didn’t regret a thing.
