synopsis: mehcanic fem!toji x fem!reader content: boss/employee relations, funky toji agenda, dry humping, oral (f!recieving), lesbiansssss!!!! fem!toji art: by @c4rd4n on tiktok
she would be the death of you. you were certain.
as a service advisor at a car dealership your job was simple. hand out jobs to mechanics. deal with customers. sell jobs to customers. simple, enough—in theory.
the only issue?
the new mechanic. originally you had been excited for another woman to join the team, thrilled even. the automotive industry was saturated with bummy men. in fact, all of your mechanics until now were men. you had used to call them bums, berating their foul mouths and lack of deodorant usage.
that is... until toji stepped into the picture.
where you had originally thought solidarity would blossom, something far more sinister grew. she was, for a lack of a better word, THE bum.
she consistently outdid her coworkers, even gojo satoru, in terms of work load and efficiency. her customer satisfaction rating? tens across the board.
her attitude, though? absolutely rancid. she constantly fucked around with her coworkers, irritating geto suguru and distracting him from his work all the while getting ahead on her own, hogging the speakers, the list went on. it stank. her attiutude and her presense. she somehow sweat more than all of your technicians combined, and the faint smell of her natrual musk and perfume always startled you mid-conversation with customers. you gave it about a month before telling her off.
"toji. walk with me for a sec."
you said it definitively, unquestioning the curvature of her raised brow or the snickering coming from sukuna's lift.
"how can i help you boss?"
you sighed, rolling your eyes, "toji. use my name. we've talked about this."
she chuckles, giving a curt "ok" followed by a snicker and whispered "boss."
falling for her incredibly obvious ragebait, you snap, "y'know, what? fuck it," as you throw your hands up in exasperation. you abruptly stop walking and toji, who's been trailing behind you, almost slams into you head-on. turning on your heels, you point in her face.
"your attitude is shit. you smell like shit. you need to get it the fuck together or I will make it my personal mission to boot your ass."
"woah, woah, boss. let's take a second," the raven starts. immediately, you're even more irritated. toji almost starts to sweat, she thinks you might just be serious for a second. but then she takes a good look at your flushed face, and she knows anger is only the surface of what you must be feeling.
"first off, little lady, my attitude is just fine. customers are happy, that's what matters, yeah?" she leans over, her face only inches away from your own.
little lady? was she deadass? "i m-mean... yeah, i guess. but-" again, you're distracted by her smell. with her so close you can't ignore her natrual scent intertwining with that of her amber scented perfume. it was sickeningly hot, no matter how much you you'd claimed it reeked.
"but nothing. i do my job and i do it well. i think you just have a different problem."
even drunk off her scent—that caught your attention. what problem could you possibly have?
"oh, fuck off," you scoff and turn on your heels once again, this time walking to your office. you were done with this conversation.
toji follows you, letting out a laugh, "noooo, no. you don't get to walk away."
you huff, still walking towards your office. the absolute ego on this funky bitch. she probably hardly ever bathed and she thinks you wouldn't be dying to walk away from her? god help you.
when you sit down at your desk you put your head in your hands, completely exhausted. you thank yourself for closing the blinds and turning the lights off, at least you can get some peace before a customer–
"now what i'd say about walking away from me?" toji starts.
you sigh. when would you get a break? toji slams the door closed, starting toward your desk. she has a wicked smile on her face as she leans over the smooth wood, bracing herself with her arms.
you struggled to make eye contact with the woman in front of you, her arms buldging out of her tight black shirt. she was irritating, sure, but she was so unfarily unattractive. her shirt tightened around her expansive chest too, and god you couldn't stop thinking about getting your mouth on her. what would she taste like? would you taste the salty musk that constantly emits from her?
you push those thoughts down. no, you had to stand your ground. "the fuck? i don't care what you said. get the fuck out of my office."
"see, i would—really. but the thing is," toji pauses, leaning her face closer, "i don't think you want that."
"yeah, what do you know about what i want?"
"why dont i show you?" she asks it whilst leaning over your desk, her face inches from your own once again.
suddenly your mouth goes dry and you can't think, let alone speak. the only thing you can mutter is,
"go lock the door."
toji smirks, walking to the door whilst you slowly rise from your swivel chair and shift to sit on top of your desk where she was leaning just seconds prior. when she returns, the door having been freshly locked, you are breathing heavy with your legs tightly wound together. you try to alleviate some pressure by shifting on the desk, toji only chuckles as you hear the click of the door locking.
when she walks toward you, the only light in the room remains that of your warm desk lamp. even with such dim lights, you can tell toji is absolutely beautiful—however funky she may be.
toji towers over you, with touseles of her messy black hair shifting with each breath she takes. she props an arm on either side of where you're sitting and leans in, and you close your eyes, waiting.
when you open them again, her gaze is averted and a rose dusts her cheeks.
"can i?" she mutters, still looking to the side.
you sigh, how could she be so useless? couldn't even bother to kiss you without your instruction?
with that, you brace either side of her face and pull her in.
when her lips first meet your own, all you can think is that she tastes sweet. so sweet? you wonder what chapstick she uses—if any.
"it's strawberry," she murmurs, now breathing in a raggedy rhythm.
"o-oh! i, um, like it. a lot," you respond, not having meant to compliment her so openly. let alone without any remote charm.
she smiles—this time with something genuine behind it, "good. now be a good girl and keep going, okay?"
you nod your head. you could do that for her. be a good girl.
you kiss her again, this time tangling your hands in her black locs. it's more intense this time around, and her large chest presses against your own. you feel something hard through your shirt and realize she isn't wearing a bra. you huff at the thought, yet still kiss her harder.
shifting your chest against your own to get some semblance of friction, you feel yourself growing wet at her continued moans throughout your sloppy kisses.
"you need to be quiet, toji, hnn—" you're cut off when she slots her muscular thigh between your own and rubs along your clothed cunt.
"oh fuck," you whimper as she undoes the buttoning of your pants, yanking them down to pool around your ankles. and soon enough, she drops to her knees.
Toji kisses along the fat of your thighs, her arms wrapping around to grope at the flesh of your ass as she continues her attack on your lower limbs. when she notices your underwear is drooling onto the table below, it is only then that she licks a thick stripe along your clothed cunt.
between the hickeys she leaves on your thighs, she starts, "you'll let me taste you, right boss?"
the title does something gross to you, your mouth opening to let out a deep moan, "whatever you want."
with your permission, she angles your hips off the desk to peel down your panties. you grope at your chest over your shirt, begging for more friction as toji begins her attack on your clit. she suckles on your pink nub momentarily, all the while the tips of her fingers stroke along your opening. you wiggle your hips desperately, chasing the additional friction of her fingers.
"patience. i thought i smelled like shit? whatever happened to that?" toji says it between her incessant licking.
"well, wait—fuck," you moan out in shock as her fingers quickly thrust inside of you, curling deliciously.
your end fizzles up in your stomach, and toji can tell you're close when your legs begin to shake and your moans grow louder. you're cursing under your breath as she suctions her lips firmly against your clit, occasionally licking it firmly. her fingers, though, still continued to thrust inside of you at a rapid pace. you slid your hands underneath your shirt and teased at your nipple, trying to match the pace of toji's girthy fingers.
growing wetter at the squelches of your cunt, toji drinks you up like a starved woman. she continues to clench the fat of your ass, parting your thighs impossibly farther.
when toji lets out a deep wine, you tumble toward your end.
"toji, toji, toji—shit. i'm gonna cum, please." toji nods into your cunt, speeding up her fingers and giving a fat kiss to your cunt. with another firm squeeze of your nipple, you're coming undone right in toji's mouth. she drinks up everything you give her, licking you through it.
when you come down, still shaking, she asks,
"so what's this about me being funky?"
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