#sub!toji

he groans. loud. jaw clenched. the sound of it punches straight between your legs. he’s trying to keep control, trying to be the big scary man he always is, but he’s falling apart in your hand, and you know it’s driving him fucking insane. he likes being the one in charge. likes throwing you around and manhandling you. but this? this gets him even worse.

because you’re not begging. you’re not whimpering. you’re calm. and that makes him unravel faster than anything else.

“look at you,” you whisper, leaning forward just enough to breathe against the slit leaking onto the fabric, “makin’ a mess all over my panties. gonna ruin ‘em, huh?”

he actually whimpers. like a full, strangled little sound caught between shame and desperation. his head tips forward, eyes blown wide, lips parted. his thighs are tense, trying not to shake. you can feel how hard he’s clenching his stomach to keep from bucking up into you.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum—”

you squeeze him just a little tighter.

“already?”

he nods. embarrassed. almost breathless.

“please, just- just let me,” he grits out, hips twitching.

and the thing that wrecks him the most?

you do.

you don’t edge him. you don’t slow down. you just give him exactly what he wants— your hand wrapping a little faster now, pressure just right, your soaked panties dragging along his sensitive tip while you press a kiss to his hip and say softly, “cum for me, daddy.”

he breaks.

a full-body shudder wracks through him, eyes squeezing shut as his hips snap forward. his cock pulses in your hand, thick and wet and twitching under the fabric, and you feel the way he releases— hot and heavy, spilling into your panties like it’s the first time he’s ever fucking touched. the cotton’s already ruined, but now it’s painted with him, sticky ropes of cum leaking through the weave and smearing across your knuckles as you keep pumping, slow and sweet.

he’s groaning through his teeth, breath ragged, hand fisting in the sheets like he’s trying not to sob.

“that’s it,” you coo, kissing the head through the fabric, lips catching on the mess. “so good for me. such a messy boy, huh?”

toji’s whole body jerks.

and when you pull the panties off him slow, dragging the sticky fabric down his length, showing him the creamy mess he made— his face goes red as a tomato fast. he can’t even look at you. he just turns his head to the side and groans.

“jesus fucking christ…”

you just giggle.

“so dramatic,” you hum, bringing the soaked panties up to his lips, “wanna taste it?”

stripper!toji who steals the guy ahead of him's spot to go on stage, stealing the opportunity to dance from him so that he can test something. he went up as soon as you sat down with a drink. a cliché fur coat being shrugged off your shoulders and your eyes moving to him as he steps on. toji wants to see if you're really worth his time, if you're really made of money like you seem.

he's pleasantly surprised when you throw a pile of 1's his direction. he's even more pleased when he drawls towards you until he's on the edge of the stage and you stand up, your face close to his and your hand sliding down his hip until it reaches the small, tight underwear he's wearing.

"wanna blow this popsicle joint?" you whisper quiet enough that if he wasn't focusing, he wouldn't have heard it over the blaring bass of the music in the club. your fingers make it hard for him to think as he feels them pushing a few bills of cash in his underwear, right on his ass so that you have to push your hand along his plump flesh to make sure it stays--probably a little deeper than you have to.

toji glances over his shoulder as he feels your hand, trying to see how much money you were giving him, only to have your free hand guide his face back to your direction.

"there's more where that came from." are the words that come from your pretty lips that make his own mouth fall open. he nods without thinking, without considering how it was highly advised against by the club to leave with a customer, because he's 90% sure you just shoved five $100 bills in his spandex underwear.

stripper!toji who lets you help him off the stage and accepts your fur coat around his shoulders as you step out into the cold without even giving him enough time to go to the back and get his stuff. he tells one of his friends who's leaving soon to take his stuff with her, not even caring if she steals his dry shampoo again this time because with the money he was expecting to get from you, he'd be able to buy a whole stock of them.

stripper!toji who puts on a show in the living room of your fancy high-rise suite overlooking the city, sensually sliding your coat down his arms while sexy music plays over your surround sound speakers. when you cheer him on and make a pile of cash on the table for him, he smiles more genuinely than he should, his usual smirk breaking into something happier. he tells himself it's just the warmth from your heating making him blush when you tell him how pretty he is.

he touches himself for you, slides his hands along his chest and sides and sways his hips enticingly for you--and it seems like it's working when he sees your tongue dart out to wet your lips. his hands even grope his crotch, squeezing it when you tell him to hold it there. he doesn't move, doing as told and making some snarky comment that you're censoring him with his own hand. but, his confidence dies down when he sees how turned on you look watching him do that, and when he realizes how turned on he's getting by seeing you look at him like that.

stripper!toji who preps himself on your bed, his legs spread and his back against your expensive oak headboard. his fingers make obscene squelching sounds from the excessive amount of lube you squirted into him, telling him "you can't damage good merchandise."

he wouldn't have normally agreed to such a sexual act, but the sight of your soft, fancy blankets and your bed--combined with the tantalizing offer of money and a place to sleep--wore him down. now, here he was, his toes curled against your sheets, his free hand being held by yours, and his fingers curling against his own prostate per your instruction.

all you wanted to do was watch, but that was starting to piss him off. he wanted you to touch him, wanted you to take over and replace his fingers with yours. of course, you'd break eventually, settling between his legs and pressing a gentle kiss to his clenched tummy before guiding his shaky fingers out of his sopping hole.

he preened when your fingers took their spot, a hiss to hurry up dying on his tongue when you immediately pressed against his prostate like you'd been there before--like you had a map of his insides memorized. whatever it was, he wanted you to keep doing it. money be damned. you were rich and had nice hands that made him feel good, he'd stay for longer even if you didn’t want him to.

part of him wanted to know if you'd be interested in having him as your personal stripper, live-in even. he didn’t think he'd mind, and he was sure you wouldn't either with how you were mumbling praises against his abs between kisses. but, he'd have to ask sometime later, when he wasn't drooling with his legs falling open wider. sometime when your fingers weren't so determined to leave imprints on his prostate.

a/n: just a little something something for you guys while i work on getting more requests out <3

It's embarrassing how hard he is when he just watches you handle his gun. It's a glock, a semi-automatic 9mm, crafted for target shooting. It's precise when in the right hands, and god, do your hands look like the right hands.

Distantly, he knows you're asking him questions. Wondering out loud about the weight and the capacity (24.9oz and 17+1 - Toji knows it off the top of his head), wondering how it would feel to shoot it.

Click.

And oh, the safety is disabled now. You handle it with ease, shifting into shooting position. You've got a gleam in your eyes that he just can't seem the place, and the way you're choking back a grin has him shifting in his seat. And if anyone else even thought about pointing a gun at him, Toji would end them. Their remains would already be splattered across the floor, blood soaking into the ugly off-white of the rug that he told you not to buy.

But you've got it cocked at him now, finger teasing the trigger, safety off. It's pointed right at his heart, and you're both standing too far away and too close.

And you're innocent to his struggle at first. You don't catch the way his eyes have glossed over or the way his sweatpants have an ever-growing wet spot coming right from where his tip is straining against the fabric. You don't see how he's straining so hard against his sweatpants that you might just be able to see the veins of his cock through them.

What you do catch is the little whimper that he lets out when you take a step closer.

It's quiet, just barely loud enough for you to hear over your own breathing. It comes from the back of his throat, and by the way his ears flush just a bit red, he knows that you heard. Knows that you know what you're doing to him now.

His cock twitches pathetically in his pants.

You're no longer hiding your grin, and the gleam in your eyes has turned somewhat sinister. You take another step. Then another. His eyes never leave the gun in your hands, even when the stain on his pants becomes increasingly obviously. No reason to hide what you already know.

And then you aim the barrel downwards. He watches it, tense, as it comes to point directly at his cock. His pathetic, leaking cock, that gushes out another stream of precum when you press the tip of the gun against his clothed cock.

He shudders, unable to do anything but whimper or twitch, mesmerized by you and the gun in your hand. The air is tense, tension thick enough to cut with a knife, when your voice slices through it.

"This is what turns you on?"

You say it with such contempt, like you're offended by how horny he is right now. He could flip the situation in a second - slip the gun from your hands and pin you down, tell you just how pathetic it is that you're turned on by this - but he won't. He can't, really. Not when you're looking at him like he's nothing more than the dirt underneath your shoe.

You wait for a moment for him to respond, but when you get nothing back, you let out a long sigh, as if he's an annoyance. Like it's his fault you're even in this situation in the first place.

"Pull your cock out."

It's a demand, not a ask. You aren't playing nice, not anymore. You nudge his cock with the barrel, snorting softly when he groans in response. His hands scramble to find his waistband, lifting his hips up just enough to yank his boxers and pants down to his ankles. His tip slaps gently against the black of his shirt, smearing precum on it. He's aching, cock flushed red from tip to balls. You want to just sink to your knees and wrap your lips around him, but you hold back. Right now, you have different plans.

Like running the tip of the gun up the side of Toji's cock, from base to tip. Your movements are slow, languid, and light - enough for him to feel, but not enough for him to get off. He wants to just make you do something, make him feel something, but he's glued to his seat, entranced by the way you handle his gun. The way your fingers look so delicate against the cool steel, yet you handle it with the ease of a trained professional.

Shit, he might just cum untouched.

And then you're straddling his legs, clothed thigh against clothed thigh. The gun is still moving lazily, but the pressure is a little stronger, and the side of the barrel presses into the heat of his skin, ice cold compared to his flushed cock. He gets a headrush from how much more blood seems to flow down, down, down to his cock, and he can't help the way his hips jut up against the steel. He's leaking so much that it acts as lube, slicking up the gun with his essence. It makes the glide against the rough metal a little smoother, and when you bring it to press against his balls just right, it has Toji throwing his head back, unable to choke back the moan clawing its way out of his throat. He can feel the way heat floods his cheeks, embarrassed out of his mind that he's even letting you do this at all, but he's already so close that he doesn't care anymore.

All he can think about is wanting to come across the gun and your hand, staining you with his seed.

And if you keep up your little movements, that dangerous smirk paired with your hooded eyes might just be enough to make him let go.

His eyes are glazed, unfocused. You let out another dramatic sigh, rolling your eyes at him.

"Watch."

He's embarrassed that he doesn't even try and look you in the eyes. He knows what you want - you want his eyes trailed on that 9mm, pressing against his pulsing cock.

"Cum."

At first, he's confused at the command. No build up, no nothing? But then, he watches your finger tease the trigger and-

Bang!

He comes harder than he's ever come in his life, eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out. Balls clenching, thighs shaking, Toji might have just seen heaven in the stars filling his vision, a constellation of your face filling his mind.

He wonders how sick in the head he must be to have gotten off on that. On the idea that you could have just blown his dick off. He thought that he had loaded that gun already, that you were actually putting a bullet right through the tip of his dick.

How embarrassing that you knew it would make him cum.

pervert!Toji who uses a polaroid picture of you two together from a get together with friends to get off sometimes.

pervert!Toji who loves watching you eat and loves bringing you your favorite snacks to your job without telling you, watching you wrap your pretty mouth around the sweets, wishing it was him in your mouth instead.

pervert!Toji who always offers to pick you up from work, your scent getting stronger and stronger in his car, as a small, barely noticeable wet spot starts to form on his jogging pants from his tip leaking at just the smell of you.

pervert!Toji who jacks off the moment you get out the car, not even bothering to pull off from in front of your house, his cock throbbing and his chest heaving, moaning your name over and over, then driving home in a hot sticky mess.

pervert!Toji who can't have a full conversation with you without feeling the need to cum, every time you address him by name his cock pulsates, every time you whine about work or pout about the weather outside, he has to imagine you whining and pouting while his cock is pressed against your cervix.

pervert!Toji who always calls you right before you go to bed, your voice tired, you're barely able to form complete sentences, just so he can get off to the sound of your soft and silky voice, asking you as many questions as he can, questions you've answered time and time again, so he can get you talk until he finishes.

pervert!Toji who shows up at your house unannounced per usual, knowing where you keep the spare key, with bags full of your favorite snacks and instant ramen (he stole all of it), not expecting you to be walking around the house in a cropped tank top and panties.

pervert!Toji who is shocked but happy by your little reaction to his arrival, you two have known each other for a while, so you didn't really think much of him seeing you like this, he waltzes right into your house all time, you're just usually at work.

pervert!Toji who's palming himself under your dining room table as you two talk about little things, staring at your nipples as your voice becomes background noise, you obviously see what he's doing and you decide to see how bad he wants you,

"you like watching me, huh, Toji?" you ask innocently, "you wanna watch me do something else?"

pervert!Toji who immediately pulls his length from his jogging pants following your question, as you climb on you dining table and spread your legs wide in front of him

pervert!Toji who begs you to tell him what to do while you rub yourself through your panties, his chest heaving while pumps his self in your dining chair, eye level with your pretty pussy.

"No, you tell me how bad you wanna fuck me, Toji, tell me how bad you wanna be inside me" you order the disheveled man in front of you as he starts to come undone from your request.

pervert!Toji who moans and whimpers as you grab a fistful of his hair and guide his head between your legs, sticking his tongue out on instinct as you grinding your clothed heat across his tongue.

pervert!Toji who immediately cums from what little taste he's gotten of you and begs you to let him make you feel good, pushing your panties to the side and lapping his tongue between your folds, sucking and drooling all over your clit.

pervert!Toji whose still hard as a rock, your moans and griding against his tongue already building another knot in the pit of his stomach.

pervert!Toji tries to take the lead but you get down from the table and lead him to the couch by the hem of his jogging pants, his cock a dripping mess, covered from his previous climax, pushing him down on the couch only to sit next to him, using your middle finger to line gently run circles up and down and around his tip.

pervert!Toji whose whimpers and moans are getting louder as you tease his tip, begging you to once again let him be between your legs. Seeing as that's what he wants more than anything, you make him sit there and beg, telling him to wait right there as you go in your room and grab your vibrator, bringing it back to the living room and plopping back on the couch next to Toji.

pervert!Toji whose body begins to twitch and jolt from the vibration you've set on his pulsating cock, pulling it way and placing it on his tip over and over.

"you want to cum? hm? Tough guy, you talk sooooo much shit everyday, now look at you~" you giggle, taking in the sight of the big, burly, oh-so-scary Toji, now a whimpering mess on your couch.

You pull the toy away again and push pervert!Toji flat on his back on the couch, mounting yourself on his face, facing his throbbing cock and placing the vibrator back a on his tip.

pervert!Toji sucks, licks and tongues your sopping wet cunt like it's the last time he'll ever get to touch you, causing you to grind on his face and loosen your grip on the vibrator, eventually letting it fall as you get closer to your climax.

"T- Toji I'm g- gonna cum" you whined.

pervert!Toji sticks his tongue out while you grind it against it, landing a few smacks here and there on your ass, letting you ride out your climax as you come undone on top of him, damn near waterboarding him in the process, covering his face in your juices.

pervert!Toji who cums immediately after you, the feeling of you using his face to finish and ride out your high sent him over the edge completely.

"ahhh~"

why did he have to look so damn pretty?

chest rising up and down in rapid breaths, pecs covered in marks, soon to be joined by more as your lips gravitated to his nipples-hard and the prettiest shade of pink as your teeth gently sunk into one, fingers pinching at the neglected other

"asshole," his hand weakly batted at the back of your head, useless as his hoarse voice and half-hearted glare. "i told you not to leave anything, i have another client afterrr-"

you speed up entirely too fast, leaving him trying to grasp onto the threads of reality, his words only breaking off into a prolonged whine, pathetic and needy as his fist grapples into your hair like a lifeline. "fuck-don't stop, don't stoooop~"

fuck-why does your dick have to be so big? fucking him open like none of the others do, splitting him apart and leaving a drooling dumb mess-his spent body writhing against yours even when he's used up and has nothing left to give, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of him like it's your fucking day job.

like you're not the one paying an obscene amount of money to blow his back out.

"-nghh~" his body curls around yours, thick legs squeezing around your hips, strong arms clinging around your shoulders, pulling you into him, closer and closer. "shit, shit! i'm so close~ fuck don't stop!"

"you sound like a cheap whore, act like one too." you laugh, under your breath, between pants-fuck why was that so hot?

"f-fuck you-"

you didn't even dignify him with a response, pistoning your hips against his hard enough for the bed to start rocking.

skin slapping against skin, the lewd feeling of cum dripping down his thighs, the idea that tomorrow he wouldn't be able to even walk properly much less take a client in who knows how long since you've started fucking him like some untamed beast.

his head buried into the crook of your neck in exhaustion, panting in rhythm with the beat of your heart against his, in the pulsing of your dick inside of him. you're close. he knows your body too well not to know.

“j-just a little more baby," he couldn't help it, his eyes squeezed shut as you lifted his hips off the bed, gripping into his skin as you used his body like a toy, "...fuck, you feel so good, m gonna cum, gonna fill you up-” a ragged gasp hitched in your throat, moaning as his grip tightened and somehow you began to pick up the pace more-

"ahh, please, please, please-!" he was losing it, he was going to lose it. with tears tracking down his face and his body sore and used and bubbling over the top with pure ecstasy-all he needed now-all he needed now was. “please, fuck i need it, need your cum! wan' it in me so bad” he croaks, babbling and sputtering on his saliva.

your body tensed against his and a sob escaped his throat, long and ruined as you thrust once, twice more with a long groan as liquid warmth exploded inside of him, making him feel so hot and safe and-

you groan, long and deep, lips placed beside his ear as he clutches you to his chest further.

not letting you go.

never letting you go.

not if it was up to him a least.

"stay." you mutter, even if you know it's never worked to keep him before.

his fingers lazily tangle in your hair, glazed over green eyes looking up at the ceiling, unfairly long lashes fluttering as he fights the urge to squeeze them shut.

to fall asleep with you in his arms like this.

you told him you liked his eyes once, pushed his chin up so they'd meet yours as you commented on the shade. it made him blush and he hated it.

hated that you were able to tug on his heartstrings like that-like nothing. like you weren't just paying to use his body and nothing else. you didn't want him. you wanted sex with someone that just so happened to be him.

and it wasn't fair because he-...he...

wanted you without the money and the flashy cars and designer clothes.

and imagined you when he was with his other clients.

and was addicted the way that your fingers were still playing with his body like he belonged to you, slowly thrusting into him again with long deep strokes that left him shuddering. still careful to not overstimulate him as teeth nipped at the shell of his ear.

"stay with me tonight."

his mind was blank besides the sensations of your skin pressed against his, besides one small word that would change everything.

suddenly your nails dug into his hips, lifting and shifting him the way you wanted to-the way he would let you.

maneuvering him to straddle you, failing to hold back a smirk at his whine as your cock slipped out of him.

"c'mon baby," you weren't good for him. you and your cocky smile that made him want to ride you until he was dumb. your hands, holding him to your chest as you slowly dragged him over your dick, tip catching at the rim each time you glided him over your length. "you can leave in the morning~"

author's note: this is so messy😭it's written in different tenses and the grammar and sentence structure is shit but please excuse my 4am horniness for sexworker toji