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⤷﹒ⵌ┆Standalone Stories: Oneshots
Satoru Gojo — the love scene we didnt rehearse , the art of being greedy , hold me when i break
Suguru Geto — the art of being greedy
⤷﹒ⵌ┆Little Moments: Headcanons
Satoru Gojo — the shape of devotion , fucked out, filled up
Suguru Geto — the shape of devotion , fucked out, filled up
Kento Nanami — the shape of devotion , fucked out, filled up
Toji Fushiguro — the shape of devotion , fucked out, filled up
Ryomen Sukuna — the shape of devotion , fucked out, filled up
Choso Kamo — fucked out, filled up
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The story has nothing 18+ except the female is an adult actress. That’s all.
In the dimly lit room of his cramped apartment, Toji sat hunched over his laptop, his eyes fixed on the glowing screen before him. It was a familiar scene, one that had become all too routine in his solitary existence. With each click of the mouse, he delved deeper into a world of fantasies and fleeting pleasures, seeking solace in the images that offered temporary respite from his troubled mind. As he was unemployed, he would spend less time going out and wouldn’t shower often. Unemployment loomed over him like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over his already fragile sense of self-worth.
Despite the chaos of his current reality, his thoughts often drifted to happier times spent with his wife, Fushiguro. Their laughter once filled the very room he now occupied, a testament to the love and joy they shared. But those memories now seemed distant, overshadowed by the emptiness that lingered in her absence. Outside, the world carried on, oblivious to the silent struggles of a man who had long since lost himself in the labyrinth of his own addiction.
After her passing, he didn't want to be around people anymore. Their home, which used to be lively, became quiet and empty. Toji felt like he couldn't handle being around others without her. So, he stayed inside his apartment all the time, avoiding going out or talking to anyone. Even simple things like going to the store to get groceries felt hard, and he felt safest staying at home where things were familiar.
As time passed, Toji found himself increasingly drawn to watching pornographic content online. It became a way for him to escape from the pain and loneliness that engulfed him after Fushiguro's death. He even took her name as his last name. The lewd images and videos provided a temporary distraction, numbing his mind to the harsh realities of his life. Each click brought a fleeting sense of relief, a momentary reprieve from the overwhelming grief that threatened to consume him. Before long, it became a habit, a cycle of seeking solace in the virtual embrace of strangers, while the real world faded away.
In his desperation for connection, Toji even began donating money to some of the porno companies, despite not having a job. It was a foolish decision. Each click brought a fleeting sense of relief. Before long, it became a habit, a cycle of seeking solace in the virtual embrace of strangers, while hiding from the real world.
There was one porn actress in particular whom Toji grew particularly fond of watching, Sola Aoi. Her presence on screen evoked emotions in him that surpassed the usual arousal from watching usual pornographic videos. She made him feel seen and understood in a way that was exhilarating.
Toji settled into his routine, preparing to indulge in his habitual escape into the world of online pornography. As he navigated through the familiar array of videos, his gaze fell upon a new upload from the actress he had grown particularly fond of watching. Intrigued, he clicked on the video, expecting another fleeting moment of distraction from his troubles. However, what he found was far more surprising. In the video, the actress made a startling announcement: she would be meeting with the viewer who donated the most amount of money to her.
Toji, blurry and consumed by desire, had donated close to all of his savings in his bank account before closing his laptop to sleep.
On the next few days as he was about to shut down his laptop and retire for the night, an email notification caught his eye. Curious, he clicked on it, expecting another spam message in his inbox. However, his jaw dropped as he read the e-mail.
It was a notification from the website hosting a contest, congratulating him on being the top donor and winner of the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to spend a day with Sola.
Toji blinked in disbelief, reading the message over and over again to make sure he wasn't imagining things. It wasn't until he saw the confirmation details and the ecstatic comments from Sola that the reality of his victory sank in. He wasn't the best dad or even the best adult but hey, at least he won something.
Toji stood awkwardly before Sola, still reeling from the shock of winning the contest. Sola's bright smile put him at ease, though, as she greeted him warmly.
"It’s Toji, right? I can't believe you won the contest! You really went all out," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with genuine excitement. Toji shifted uncomfortably, not used to being the center of attention from such a pretty and sexy female. "Yeah, it's... uh, unexpected, to say the least. I mean, I just did what I could," he replied modestly, scratching the back of his neck.
She chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "Well, you definitely did something right. You were the top donor by a long shot," she pointed out, admiration in her voice. Toji shrugged, still processing the surreal turn of events. "I guess luck was on my side for once," he admitted with a sheepish grin.
Sola's gaze softened as she regarded him. "Or maybe it was fate. Who knows? But I'm glad you're here. I've been looking forward to meeting you," she confessed, her sincerity shining through while she was checking his well-built body out.
Toji's cheeks flushed at her words, feeling a warmth spread through him. "Really? I mean, I'm just a guy who watches too much porn. Nothing special or new," he replied, trying to downplay his own significance.
Sola chuckled again, shaking her head. "Don't talk so lowly about yourself, Toji. There's more to you than meets the eye. Trust me, I can tell," she assured him, a playful glint in her eyes.
Toji couldn't help but smile at her words, feeling a flicker of confidence stir within him. "Well, I do try. So, what do you say we make the most of our day together? Any requests?" Toji asked, his enthusiasm showed.
"You won the contest, so I'd let you pick sweetie," she winked at him, making him blush.
Sola had grace and charm, with luminous eyes and a warm smile. Oh how he wished that she was to call his.
As Toji glanced down at his own clothing, a embarrassment of self-consciousness washed over him. His attire, once acceptable for his former life as a sorcerer killer now seemed out of place in the presence of someone like Sola. There was no way she would date anyone with such outdated fashion sense. With a sigh, he realized that if he wanted to make a good impression to her and everyone else, he needed to change—starting with his wardrobe and perhaps even his hairstyle. Letting out a big sigh, he turned to Sola, clearing his throat nervously.
"Sola, I've thought about it," he began, his voice tentative. "I could really use your help with something."
She turned to him, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Of course, Toji. What could I do to help you?"
Toji hesitated, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck. "Well, it's just... I've been feeling like I need a change lately. You know, a new look. My clothes, my hairstyle... they're all a bit... outdated."
Sola studied him for a moment, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. "I see what you mean," she replied gently. "You know, Toji, people need to change for the better. And I'd be more than happy to help you."
Toji and Sola made their way to one of Japan's largest Uniqlo stores, the bustling energy of the city streets fading into the background as they stepped inside. Sola's eyes sparkled with excitement as she surveyed the array of clothing and accessories that lined the shelves.
"Toji, look around. They have everything we need to give you a fresh new look," she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious. Toji couldn't help but smile at her eagerness, feeling a surge of gratitude for her unwavering support.
"Well, in that case, the only thing I really need is you," he joked, a mischievous glint in his eye. A flush of pink crept into Sola's cheeks as she stifled a giggle, her laughter ringing out like music in the air.
"You charmer" she teased, swatting playfully at his arm. "Come on, let's find you something that'll make you look like a whole new man."she said while dragging his arm closer to the rack of clothing.
With Sola's keen eye for fashion, she effortlessly selected multiple outfits for Toji to try on. Handing them to him with a playful smile, she encouraged him to head to the changing room to see how they looked.
"Alright, Toji, time to look more handsome," she teased, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
"Go ahead and try these on. I can't wait to see how they look on you!" Toji accepted the clothes with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity, grateful for Sola's guidance in this unfamiliar territory. No woman has picked clothes for him since his mother did for him as a child.
As he disappeared into the changing room, Sola couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation, eager to witness the transformation.
Toji emerged from the changing room, adorned in the first outfit Aoi had selected, and the sight nearly took her breath away. The clothing hung on him perfectly, accentuating his features in all the right places.
Sola's jaw practically dropped in awe as she took in the transformation before her. "Toji, wow," she breathed, her eyes wide with admiration. "You look... incredible." Her voice was filled with genuine awe, unable to hide her surprise at just how handsome he appeared.
Toji couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at her reaction, his confidence bolstered by her words. Emboldened by her approval, he flashed her a shy smile, the warmth of her gaze washing over him like a ray of sunshine.
"I'm sure the rest of the ones I picked out for you would look as good as this one does. Come on darl, we need to get you a new haircut. You currently look like a homeless man, dear~" she snickered and took all the chosen clothing to the cash register.
He blushed at her comment and fiddled with his long grown straight black hair. She's right. It's been forever since he went to an actual hair saloon.
As Toji and Sola continued their shopping excursion she couldn't resist commenting on Toji's slightly unkempt appearance.
"Darling, we simply cannot let you roam around looking like a scruffy stray," she teased, her voice dripping flirateously. "I must take you to the nearest hair salon. Trust me, I know the hairstylist. He will work wonders on you! Your hair is positively crying out to be redone!"
Toji couldn't help but chuckle at Sola's comedic punches, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. Sola exchanged a knowing glance with Toji, her lips quirking up in a fond smile.
As Toji and Sora arrived at the hair salon, Toji couldn't help but notice the familiarity of the place. It was owned by Tamura, Sora's own friend. Stepping inside, they were greeted warmly by Tamura, who welcomed them with open arms. Toji observed as Sora and Tamura exchanged kisses on the cheek, a customary greeting that reminded him of the French. Despite knowing that it was a gesture between friends, Toji couldn't shake off the twinge of jealousy that crept into his heart. Shaking off his feelings, Toji forced a smile and greeted Tamura.
As Sora discussed with Tamura, the hairstylist, she asked him to give Toji a haircut that is suited with the current trends. Curious to understand Toji's style preferences better, Sora turned to him and casually asked about his age. Toji responded with, "23 years old." Sora couldn't help but feel a twinge of surprise at Toji's answer—he was a year younger than her. With a playful grin, she complimented him on his youthful appearance, teasing him about his good genes. Toji chuckled modestly, feeling a sense of pride at Sora's lighthearted praise.
Sora decides to make a playful suggestion to Tamura. "Tamura, let's give Toji here a haircut that will make him stand out when he goes out to flirt with the ladies," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye. "We want him to look his best, right?"
Toji chuckles nervously, feeling slightly embarrassed by the attention. "I'm not sure about all this flirting stuff, Sora," he admits with a sheepish grin. But Sora waves off his concerns with a laugh. "Oh, come on, Toji! You've got to embrace your single life while you can. Who knows, maybe you'll meet someone special," she teases, her words laced with playful encouragement.
As Sora suggests the haircut for Toji to stand out while flirting with females, Toji's mind drifts elsewhere. In reality, he doesn't care about attracting anyone else; his heart beats only for Sora. He wants to look his best for her, to catch her eye and make her see him in a different light. He's drawn to her in a way he can't explain, feeling as though he already knows all her personalities from watching her porn videos. But beneath the surface, he longs to unravel the layers of the real Sora, the one behind the screen. With a determination, Toji silently vows to seize this opportunity to get closer to her, to show her the depths of his feelings in hopes of winning her heart.
"I think he'd suit a middle-length wolf cut," Tamura says, placing his hand on his chin as he sizes up Toji, his gaze lingering on him like he's examining a specimen. Toji shifts uncomfortably under Tamura's eyes, feeling a bit like he's under a microscope. "A wolf cut, huh?" Toji repeats, trying to envision the style in his mind. Sora nods enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, I think that would look fantastic on you, Toji! It'll definitely make you so hot!" she chirps, her voice filled with approval. Toji can't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards Sora for her support, even as his heart races at the thought of her admiring him with such enthusiasm.
After Toji's hair is styled by Tamura, he looks in the mirror and is stunned by the transformation. The middle-length wolf cut frames his face perfectly, giving him a rugged yet stylish look. Combined with his new clothes, he feels like a completely different person—a bad boy with a hint of charm. As he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he can't help but smirk at the reflection staring back at him.
Sora's eyes widen in admiration as she takes in his new appearance. "Wow, Toji, you look amazing!" she exclaims, her voice filled with genuine awe. Sora’s heart was beating Toji grins at her reaction, feeling a sense of pride wash over him. With his newfound confidence, he's ready to take on whatever the night may bring.
As her eyes lay on the transformed Toji, she feels a flutter in her chest, a subtle quickening of her heartbeat. A sudden rush of heat floods her body, causing her cheeks to flush with warmth. She's taken aback by the intensity of her reaction, feeling a mixture of surprise and excitement swirling within her. Unable to tear her gaze away, she finds herself captivated by his presence, her thoughts consumed by the sight of him.
"Thanks, Sora. This was all because of you," Toji says with genuine gratitude, his voice filled with appreciation. With his newfound confidence, he feels more brave than ever, and he stands up next to Sora, prepared to express his gratitude with a hug.
As Sora was initially shocked by the embrace, she couldn't deny the pleasant surprise of Toji's cologne, which enveloped her senses in a comforting and familiar scent. However, as she eased into the hug, she realized that there was more to her reaction than just the cologne. Beneath the surface, she felt a sense of warmth and connection with Toji, a feeling that went beyond mere physical attraction. It was the sincerity and gratitude in his embrace that touched her heart, reminding her of the genuine connection they had formed. In that moment, Sora couldn't help but acknowledge that her fondness for Toji ran deeper than she had initially realized, sparking a newfound awareness of her feelings towards him.
Sora shook her head gently, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush. "It's nothing, Toji dear," she murmured, her voice warm with affection. "You were the winner, and I'm just happy to have been a part of your transformation." With a tender smile, she reached up to gently kiss his cheek, her eyes shining with pride and genuine fondness. "Let's head out now, shall we?" she suggested, her tone light and playful as she steered the conversation towards their next destination.
Sora's heart skipped a beat as Toji confidently took her hand in his, a rush of warmth flooding through her veins at the unexpected gesture. Despite the shock that pulsed through her, she managed to maintain her outward composure, offering him a small, albeit slightly shaky, smile.
"Hmm, where to now, babe?" Toji said with a smirk, his fingers gently intertwining with hers as if they were a couple. Sora's pulse quickened at the intimate gesture, her cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise and excitement.
Sora felt a flutter of anticipation in her chest. She hadn't expected him to take charge in such a bold way, but there was something undeniably thrilling about his confidence. With a sense of newfound excitement, she glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. As an adult video actress, she’s received touches of all sorts before but Toji…made her feel different.
"Toji, I..." Sora began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words. But before she could finish her sentence, Toji flashed her a mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling with excitement.
"I was thinking we could look at some clothes for you," he said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Let’s see if our styles match,"
Sora's heart skipped a beat at his suggestion, her mind reeling with disbelief. She had never expected Toji to be so forward, but the thought of spending more time with him filled her with a rush of excitement. Despite the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, she managed to muster a smile, her cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise and anticipation.
"Sure, I'd love that," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. As Toji led her towards the nearest clothing store, Sora couldn't shake the feeling of warmth and connection that seemed to radiate between them. She couldn't help but feel that this was the beginning of something truly special.
summary: you get groped in the club and you come home to your boyfriend, Toji, who tries his best to comfort you
content/warnings: mentions of being groped by a man/unconsented touching, pure fluff, f!reader x toji who’s your long term boyfriend
word count: 2.7k
a/n: this may be triggering to some so pls read with caution! i thought of this scenario after experiencing this myself this is so not me projecting my own trauma into fictional writing and i just thought this would be a perfect toji hc PLS GOD WHY ISNT THIS MAN REAL i love me some smutty toji but i also love imagining this man be soft from time to time too <3
The blaring of the music suddenly came to a standstill- you whipped your head back just to realize it was all in your head. The music from the DJ booth, the wild array of colors from the club’s spotlights; they were all still there, but time felt like it just suddenly came to a halt. You froze in your position, elbows resting on the bar, leaning slightly forward, when you realized your ass was being groped by an unknown man’s hand. Without even thinking, you turned your head to the right, no one was there. When you turned your head to the left, you saw a man talking to the bartender, ordering his batch of drinks. You squinted at him, trying to make his face out under the dim lights and flashing colors. I don’t know this man. Still frozen in your stance, he removes his hand from your behind and smirks. He was wearing a jacket decorated with a famous designer brand’s logo, gold chains hanging from his neck, and hair done up a little bit too well. You could tell he was well off, and judging from his actions, you could immediately conclude that he was nothing but a snotty-rich brat who thinks he could get away with anything. Before you could give him the satisfaction of showing any sort of reaction, you pushed your arms off the bar and stormed off, opposite his direction.
Your head felt fuzzy. Was it anger? Disgust? Frustration? You didn’t know what emotion was coming over you. You mindlessly pushed your way through the crowd, ignoring the dirty looks and curses thrown at you from intrusively making your way to your table. When you reached your group, your friends were all on their feet, dancing to the beat of another generic EDM song. You tried to compose yourself as best as you could before reaching them, but you were always the type to wear your emotions on your sleeve.
“Y/N, honey, what’s wrong? Where are the drinks?” Your friend immediately noticed something was off about you. Her curly locks that were put up in a ponytail when you all first arrived are now messily spread out over her shoulders.
“I don’t feel so good right now. I think I’m gonna head home first.” You crossed your arms over your stomach, faking a stomachache.
You trusted your friends. You knew that if you told them about what just happened, they’d know exactly what to say and do to make you feel better. But you didn’t want to bring down their mood, and right now, you just wanted to be where you felt safe, home.
“Okay, sweetie, I’ll come with you on your way out, gimme a sec.” You nodded at her, thankful she didn’t pry any further. After grabbing your bag and saying your goodbyes to your other girlfriends, you two made your way out of the club.
You sighed in relief when the club doors closed behind you, somewhat blocking off the music from the inside. You pulled out your phone to check the time, 11:24pm.
“Are you sure you can get home by yourself? Why don’t you call Toji and get him to pick you up?” Your friend showed obvious signs of concern on her face as she gently rubbed your arm up and down.
“It’s okay, I think my tipsiness has worn off. And I’ll just take a taxi back.” You reassured her with a gentle smile.
A part of you wants to call your boyfriend immediately and have him pick you up from this place. You wanted to report everything that happened to him, and you know he’ll be right next to you in a matter of seconds after learning about what you just encountered. But you also knew all too well how Toji would react, and the last thing you want happening right now is your boyfriend murdering a man. The thought sent shivers down your spine.
Your friend steps up to the curb of the street to hail you a taxi. After giving the driver your address, you walk up to her to give her a hug. You didn’t notice but the hug you gave her was extra tight, and you stayed in that position for a few seconds longer. Although your friend noticed that this was seemingly out of your character, she decided not to ask any further and just wished you a safe trip back.
The ride home was quiet, a little too quiet for your liking. The taxi driver had the radio on, but the volume was turned down to the point it was barely audible. You found yourself crossing your arms around yourself as if you were hiding or protecting yourself from unknown harm. It’s not that you didn’t feel safe inside the taxi, but the feeling you felt at that bar started creeping up on you, reminding you of the unpleasantness of it all.
Finally, after about fifteen minutes of silence, your house came to view. You shut your eyes for a second, breathing in and out in relief. After paying your fare, you quickly made your way up the steps to your house. Your hand froze before turning the doorknob, an unfamiliar feeling of uneasiness coming over you. You didn’t know why you were still feeling anxious. You were finally at your house where you knew you’d be safe and sound, and waiting for you inside was your boyfriend of almost four years, whom you loved and trusted with your life. You decided to ignore the uneasy feeling and opened the door.
The sound of a game playing on the tv surprisingly comforted you. You smiled weakly when you saw Toji on the couch with his feet up and a bottle of beer in his hand.
The sound of the door opening rattled him slightly. He quickly whipped his head back. The frown that came with his surprise quickly changed to a more gentle expression when he saw it was you.
“Hey, baby.” He set his beer down on the coffee table before getting up to greet you. “You’re home early.”
He opens his arms to envelope you in a hug but stops himself when he sees you flinch. You too were surprised. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked up to see his reaction. You didn’t mean to do that. You don’t know why you unconsciously flinched. Toji was obviously surprised, but not mad. You couldn’t paint the expression on his face. More than anything, he looked concerned.
“I’m sorry, Toji- I didn’t mean-”
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He furrowed his eyebrows together, trying to get a better look at your face. His arms which were once spread out are now resting at his sides. You saw his hand reach up to touch you but he quickly put them back down. It was clear to him that you didn’t want to be touched right now, and he respected that.
You couldn’t find the right words to say. You didn’t know how to begin. You dropped your head in front of you, covering your face with your hands.
“Did something happen at the club, babe?” His deep, raspy voice surprisingly came out weak yet gentle. It was rare to hear him like this, but you knew this was him being comforting.
You simply nodded in response, hands still over your face.
“Okay, why don’t we sit down on the couch so you could rest for a bit, yeah?”
“Okay.” You answered weakly. Still being careful of mindlessly touching you, he waited for you to make your way to the living room first. He kept his distance a little bit but still walked close behind you. You sat down in the middle of the sofa, and Toji followed, sitting right next to you. You two sat in silence for a little bit. Toji waited for you to speak first before asking any questions.
“Don’t get mad, okay?” You knew starting off any story with this line was ineffective. It was obvious to him that what happened to you will cause him to get mad.
“I won’t, baby.” He reassured, turning his body to face you completely.
“Promise me, okay?” You insisted.
“How could I ever get mad at you babe? Try me.” He chuckled softly. You tried your best to return his expression, but you were worried about something else.
“No, I know you won’t get mad at me...” You played with your fingers, Toji watching you carefully.
“I-” As the words formed in your head, you suddenly started to doubt yourself. The big feelings you were feeling suddenly started to feel small when you realized you may be overreacting. Maybe it isn’t such a big deal? Why am I getting so worked up over this?
“Mmm?” Toji hummed when you suddenly stopped. “Go on, darlin’.”
“I was groped in the club. Some guy had his hand on my ass as I was ordering a drink.” You shut your eyes, nervously anticipating his reaction. When you heard nothing but silence and steady breathing, you looked up at Toji. His eyes were closed, seemingly calm, but you could see he was gritting his teeth. His reaction worried you, but it was better than what you had expected.
“And? Where’s the little shit now?” He opened his eyes slowly to respond.
“I don’t know, probably still in the club. I couldn’t say or do anything, really. I just got up and walked away.” You lowered your head a little, embarrassed by your lack of proactiveness.
“It’s a good thing you walked away and quickly went home. But why didn’t you call me? I could’ve gone right over to pick you up.”
“I didn’t really want to witness a literal murder happen before my eyes, Toji.”
“Damn right. If I were there I would’ve used my bare hands to beat the living sh-”
“Toji...” You whined a little when you saw him get a little too worked up imagining the things he could’ve done to the man.
“Sorry, sorry.” He leaned back a little, pushing his imagination to the side.
“I know it’s a dumb question to ask, but are you okay?” You smiled a bit at your boyfriend’s efforts. You knew that he wasn’t really the soft type, he didn’t really know what to do whenever you were sad or going through something. Usually, he’d have you sit on his lap as he embraced you in his arms. But now that you were wary of a man’s touch, he didn’t know what to do.
“I honestly don’t know.” You shot him a sheepish smile which he returned with a worried expression.
His body slightly stiffened as he watched you make your way over him. You put your arms on his shoulders to support yourself as you sat down on his lap, legs together and spread out across the couch. With your arms still over his shoulders, you pulled him a little bit tighter, your head nuzzling the crane of his neck. You breathed in, taking in his scent- the scent that comforted you so much. You relaxed a bit more when you felt his arms wrap over your body, cradling you. You two sat in silence for a few more seconds, relishing the embrace. He swayed you slowly from side to side. Careful not to shake you up so much, which he usually does. You grazed your nose slowly against the bare skin on his neck.
“Your smell comforts me.” You mumbled quietly against his skin.
“Should I be offended, or?” He pokes at your side, attempting to pull a laugh from you.
You swat his hand away, pulling away from the hug. You gaze into his eyes for a moment. How is it that the man who thinks so little of killing is able to look at you with so much love in his eyes? You pressed your forehead against his and you both close your eyes from the intimate contact.
“I can’t explain how I feel... I feel angry and frustrated... But at the same time, I feel disgusting. The part he touched- I- it’s like I lost something back there. I feel like my dignity was stripped away and I was reminded of how inferior I am when faced against a man.” You opened your eyes slowly, the mixture of feelings inside of you threatening to spill out all at the same time.
Your eyes wandered around your living room avoiding your boyfriend’s eyes, who was inches away from you. You glanced back at him for a second but quickly looked away when you saw the pain on his face. He felt helpless. He racked his brain for the right words to say, frustrated at himself when he realized he couldn’t turn back time to stop this from ever happening. His blood was boiling from the thought of a man hurting you this much.
“If only I agreed to you coming with me tonight... If only I didn’t wear this dress that exposed so much of my-”
“No, okay, stop. Stop that.” He pushes your shoulders back slightly, forcing you to look at him. He carefully places his calloused hands against your soft cheeks, cupping them.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, okay? This was no one’s fault but that asshole’s. Want me to teach him a lesson?” He raises his eyebrows, showing his sincerity.
As much as it would’ve satisfied you to see the man beaten and on his knees asking for your forgiveness, you just wanted to spend the rest of the night like this- in your boyfriend’s arms, surrounded by warmth and comfort.
You shake your head.
“Okay.” He responds quiety, stroking his right thumb across your left cheek.
“I’m so sorry this happened to you. And I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop it from happening.” His voice was sincere and kind. Completely opposite from how he usually is. You leaned against his hand, smiling slightly.
“Is there anything I can do?” Toji’s eyes were begging for an answer. He didn’t like the idea of being useless, especially in this situation. He was hoping for something, anything he could do to make you feel better. One word from you and he’d do anything you asked without hesitation. You shook your head slowly.
“It’s okay, baby. I just need you by my side, like this.” He was doubtful, but he still nodded his head, acknowledging your request.
“Okay, we can stay like this for as long as you like.” He forced a reassuring smile, running his hand up and down your back. You noticed his eyes travel from your forehead to your eyes, your nose, then finally stop at your lips.
“-s it okay if I kiss you?” You were taken aback slightly by his question. It wasn’t like him to ask permission to kiss you. Then you quickly realized he was still being cautious of how you felt. After what you just went through earlier tonight, suddenly kissing you might be the last thing you wanted.
“Of course, Toji.” You chuckled lightly against the kiss. He wasted no time before connecting his lips to yours. His lips felt warm, his breath slightly smelling like alcohol from the beer he was drinking. After the quick connection, he pulls back slightly, searching for any hint of uneasiness on your face. When he saw that you were okay with the kiss, he leaned in again for another, much deeper this time.
“I promise this’ll be the last time.” He mumbles against your lips, not stopping from the kiss.
“Hmm?” You hummed back.
“This won’t ever happen again, I promise you.” He pulls back this time, gazing straight into your eyes. Toji often makes promises to you.
I promise to never hurt you for as long as I shall live.
I promise to love you in this life and in the next.
I promise to never bring my work home.
I promise to always clean up after I eat and to put my dirty clothes straight into the hamper before showering.
But despite the many promises he has made to you, he has never broken a single one. That’s why the words he just spoke to you put your heart and mind at ease. Once he promises to do something, he never forgets.
“Thank you, Toji. I love you.” You tried to smile despite the stinging in your eyes. Without missing a beat, he swiftly wipes away the tears that have escaped from the corners of your eyes.
“I love you.” He softly responds before kissing your tear-stained eyes. His lips find their way to yours and you’re once again safe and sound in his arms.
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On the next day, Toji was jolly happy that it was his time to shine. He woke up the earliest (of course) and started to do his pre-workout while everyone was asleep.
Which mean that he was grunting and the others didn’t like their beauty-sleep being disturbed.
“Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven….”
“Toji, it’s 5 a.m….we all agreed on waking up at 7…” Nanami groaned to him while closing his ears with his pillow.
“It’s like what they say, the early bird catches the worm~!” Toji grinned after saying something utterly cringy.
As all of this was happening, you were sound asleep. Why? You tried out your new earplugs. It was a day where you didn’t need to go to class so you thought it didn’t matter the time you woke.
Not for Toji.
“y/n, my sweet darling~” he whispered sensually into your ear after removing your earplug.
This alerted something in Satoru’s body, most probably because he was extremely protective over you.
“Hey man, she’s getting her beauty sleep. Do you want her to get eye-bags?” Satoru pushed Toji away from hovering over your sleeping body.
Toji and Satoru used to have issues with coveting over the same girl. After a strict lecture from Nanami about both having to work together in order for the balance of the world, they agreed on a truce.
It’s been a long time since something like this happened. No one remembers day old news.
“We’re both genies, Gojo. Which deity of ours ever said that you’d be the only one that could be close to her?” Toji called him by his last name, which would only mean that he was not happy; as if to signify that he was willing to fight
“Fushiguro, I’m not here to fight over her. I’m just trying to follow orders. Unless you want to get Nanami involved in this again, this early in the morning…” Satoru rolled his eyes and pointed towards Nanami’s sleeping body.
“Then I guess it’s me and you. C’mon let’s just spar. Winner takes y/n. How ‘bout that?” Toji smirked.
Satoru was not stupid. He knew that if he were to cause another commotion, his genie license might get permanently revoked. It was too risky, despite his annoyance at how’s smug Toji was behaving.
“You’re scared of me, Gojo. Your love for y/n would never reach the depths of mine, so much for a ‘genie of love’.” Toji cackled, clearly he was too high on whatever notion he had on his mind about Satoru’s “pathetic ” view of you.
Remaining his composure, Satoru took in multiple breaths before replying, “It’s not that, Fushiguro. I just love her okay, so obviously I want her to be fully charged when we head over to the park.”
“So you think I don’t?”
“I never said you didn’t I just think I love her much more than you do-“
Unexpectedly, Toji threw a punch at him.
“Fushiguro! What the-”
The squabble between both of them started to alert the rest of the team.
“Take that back you dirt bag, my love for her is as big as the sea.” Toji snarled while shooting daggers at Satoru.
“Why should I take it back when it’s the only thing everyone can see? Don’t you know that genies can feel each other’s emotions as well? You would’ve known if you would stop ogling at y/n for one second!”
“Guys, stop. Don’t do this, we’ve not even been with y/n for a week and you guys are already fighting over her? Do not make me kick one of you out the group.” Nanami strictly said while rubbing his eyes, clearly annoyed that he was woken up by the two jokers of the group.
“Fine.”
“Whatever.”
“I guess I’ll accept whatever nonsense this “genie of love” says, I’ll stick to making my girl know how to fend for herself.”
“Our girl.”
“My girl.”
Nanami shook his head, lying back on his pillow.
“One night, one night please…”
“Rise and shine my princess~” Satoru slowly shook you awake.
Toji was in the back making vomit sounds while getting beaten by Nanami.
“Mmm..it’s seven already?” you yawned while hugging your Charmander plushie.
All the guys thought you were incredibly cute, being of this age and still hugging a plushie to sleep.
“Sure it is, my little angel. You just need to freshen up okay? Suguru has already planned your workout clothes and something casual to wear later.” Satoru said while helping you up with ease, leading you to the bathroom.
After getting ready to go, it was clear that you were already beaming with enthusiasm as you saw all the genies eager to greet you for the day.
As it was finally his turn to shine, Toji approached you. His striking features bound you to stare at him…for far too long.
“Little one, you’re drooling..” Toji’s face had a smug smile while wiping the drool off your face with his calloused hands. You were snapped back into reality, blushing and saying sorry.
“No big deal kitten, you’re too cute to be mad at, that’s for sure." he winked at you.
You and Toji left your home, with the rest of the genies behind the two of you.
"Do you even know where the park is?" you asked, walking beside Toji. He was so tall that your neck almost broke when you looked up at him.
"Of course, Y/N. We're genies. Why do you always doubt our powers?" he smirked and then effortlessly lifted you onto his shoulders.
"TOJI!" you exclaimed, shocked by his sudden action.
"HEY TOJI, I'M TALLER THAN YOU! SHE SHOULD BE ON MY SHOULDERS!" you heard Satoru's voice as he ran towards you from behind.
Toji chuckled, unfazed by Satoru's protest. "Sorry, Gojo. Looks like y/n prefers the view from up here."
You couldn't help but laugh as you enjoyed the ride on Toji's shoulders, feeling grateful for the playful banter and camaraderie of your genies.
"You're such a hog, Toji! We should all share y/n equally!" Satoru reprimanded for justice.
"Oh really~? You didn't see me butting in whenever the both of you are talking~" Toji spun you around on his shoulders, making you giggle like a child.
This was the most fun you've ever experienced in years!
"Okay that should be enough for now. Humans aren't as invincible as us genies, I wouldn't want you getting sick for no reason." said Toji as he placed you on the grassy floor of the park.
You sat on the grass, feeling the morning dew soaking through your jeans. The park was still quiet, with only a few early risers jogging and walking their dogs. Toji began stretching, his muscles rippling under his shirt, while the other genies stood around, watching with varying degrees of interest.
"Alright, little one," Toji said, cracking his knuckles. "First, we’re going to start with some basic warm-ups. Can't have you pulling a muscle on your first day."
You nodded eagerly, mimicking his stretches. Toji guided you through a series of exercises, his hands occasionally adjusting your form. You noticed how careful and gentle he was, despite his tough exterior.
Meanwhile, Satoru and Nanami stood a few feet away, observing your progress.
"You think she'll be alright?" Satoru asked, his tone softer than usual.
Nanami nodded. "Toji may be rough around the edges, but he knows what he's doing. She'll be fine."
Suguru, who had been watching quietly, finally spoke up. "I think this is good for her. It’s important she learns how to defend herself. If only I was skilled at this..."
You overheard their conversation and smiled, feeling a surge of determination. You wanted to make them proud.
"Alright, now that we’re warmed up, let's move on to some basic self-defense moves," Toji announced. "First, we'll start with how to break free if someone grabs your wrist."
He demonstrated the move, explaining each step carefully. You followed his instructions, trying to replicate his movements. After a few tries, you managed to execute the move correctly.
"Good job, little one!" Toji praised, giving you a thumbs up.
"Now let's see you try it on me," Satoru challenged, stepping forward with a grin.
You hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Satoru grabbed your wrist gently, and you applied the technique Toji had taught you. To your surprise, it worked, and you broke free easily.
"Not bad, y/n," Satoru said, looking impressed.
"Now..." Toji whispered in your ear.
"Can you break away from me? I'm definitely not going easy on you like pretty boy did."
You took a deep breath, readying yourself. Toji's grip was firm, his hand encircling your wrist with a strength that felt unyielding. You focused on the technique he had taught you earlier, remembering the precise movements required.
"Ready?" Toji asked, his voice low and challenging.
"Ready," you replied, determination in your voice.
With a swift movement, you twisted your wrist and applied the leverage exactly as Toji had shown. It took all your strength and concentration, but after a moment of struggle, you managed to break free from his grip.
Toji's eyes widened in surprise and then softened with pride. "Well done, little one. You've got a lot of potential."
Satoru clapped his hands, grinning from ear to ear. "That's our girl! Knew you could do it."
Nanami nodded approvingly, while Suguru gave you a thumbs-up. "Impressive, Y/N. Keep practicing, and you'll only get better."
You couldn't help but smile, feeling a rush of accomplishment. "Thanks, everyone. I couldn't have done it without your help."
The rest of the morning went by in a blur of practice and laughter. Toji taught you several other basic moves, and the other genies took turns helping you practice. By the time the sun was high in the sky, you were sweating and out of breath, but you felt accomplished.
"Alright, I think that’s enough for today," Toji declared, clapping his hands. "You did great, Y/N."
You beamed at him, feeling a sense of pride. "Thanks, Toji. I couldn't have done it without you."
He ruffled your hair affectionately. "Anytime, little pookie."
As you all walked back to your apartment, you felt a warm sense with the genies. They were more than just magical beings bound to you; they were your friends, your protectors, and your family.
Back at your apartment, you collapsed onto the couch, exhausted but happy. The genies gathered around you, each offering words of encouragement and praise.
"y/n, you were amazing today," Suguru said softly, his calm presence soothing.
"Yeah, you're ready to kick butt!" Satoru added, giving you a high-five.
Nanami nodded approvingly. "You learned quickly. Keep practicing, and you'll get even better."
Toji simply smiled, his eyes reflecting pride and affection.
Feeling a deep sense of gratitude, you looked around at your genies. "Thank you, all of you. I don't know what I’d do without you guys."
Satoru leaned in, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, you'd probably still be buying random antiques."
You laughed, shaking your head. "Hey come on," you nudged his head, "that's my hobby!"
As the day turned into evening, you all settled down to relax. Toji cooked dinner, his culinary skills surprising you all, while Nanami helped you with your assignments. Satoru and Suguru entertained you with stories of their past adventures, making you laugh until your sides hurt.
Just as you were about to head to bed, your phone buzzed with a message. You picked it up, dreading another nasty text from Aira. But to your surprise, it was a different number.
"Oh, it's Ryomen," you said, showing them the message from Aira's boyfriend. "This is suspicious. Aira has been giving me a hard time, and now her boyfriend is messaging me out of the blue."
Satoru's eyes narrowed, his usual playful demeanor replaced with concern. "Ryomen? As in Aira's boyfriend? That doesn't sit right with me."
Nanami frowned, his analytical mind already working. "It's definitely odd. Given Aira's attitude towards you, Ryomen's message could have an ulterior motive."
Suguru's calm gaze turned serious. "It could be a setup or an attempt to manipulate you. Be cautious with how you respond."
Toji's smirk faded, replaced by a protective scowl. "If he's trying to mess with you, he'll regret it. We should keep an eye on this guy."
You nodded, appreciating their concern but also feeling a bit anxious about the situation. "What do you think I should do? Should I reply or ignore him?"
Satoru placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Reply, but keep it neutral. Don't give away too much information. We need to see what his intentions are."
Nanami nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Keep it brief and see how he responds. If anything feels off, let us know immediately."
Suguru added, "And remember, we're here to protect you. No matter what his intentions are, we won't let him harm you."
With their guidance, you typed a short reply: "Hey, Ryomen. What's up?"
Almost immediately, a reply came through: "Hey, y/n. I wanted to talk to you about something important. Can we meet up?"
Your heart raced as you showed the message to the genies. Toji cracked his knuckles, a dangerous glint in his eye. "This guy thinks he can just waltz in and mess with you. We'll see about that."
Satoru's protective side flared up. "We go with you. If he has any funny ideas, we'll handle it."
Nanami's voice was calm but firm. "Agreed. We won't let you face this alone."
Suguru nodded, his expression reassuring. "Together, we'll get to the bottom of this."
Feeling supported by your genies, you replied to Ryomen: "Sure, let's meet at the park tomorrow after lunch, maybe?."
As you sent the message, you couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and anticipation. With your genies by your side, you knew you could face whatever Ryomen had planned.
so i just finshed presenting my idea in uni today. i think it went well, i dont know. the lecturer doesn't like me 👎
𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈𝙶𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙳!𝚃𝙾𝙹𝙸 - the first time he fucks you is at a bar.
3508wc. n\\fw. drinking, blurry consent, public restroom sex (unprotected), oral. barely edited. gets fluffy toward the end bc i cannot help myself
BODYGUARD!TOJI was barely of 16 when your father plucked him from his clan. he’d been barely 16, trained to fight from the moment he was born, and given to you for your 13th birthday. he knows what happened -he won a fight, your father paid a hefty price for him, and his family handed him over like an animal-, but knows fuck all about how you ended up his responsibility. he’d been forced to fight for as long as he could remember, bred for that sole purpose, and protecting something -someone- was nothing like it.
but he had no choice but to accept the responsibility, made sweeter by the money and comfort that came with it. so, he plays knight-and-princess with you. lets you do fuck all as long as you don’t make his job tedious. and he finds that you’re amusing as time passes, so even tho he’d rather be bashing someone head into a concrete underground for others’ entertainment, he finds himself sticking closer and closer to you. his green gaze bored but always focused. always attentive. doesn’t even really like taking time off because he doesn’t trust anyone else to have your best interest in mind.
(doesn’t like other people touching his things, either.)
and proof of this comes one evening in a bar you shouldn’t know anything about. because you are a little princess- he’s made sure to keep you this way, following your fathers orders- and no little princess of his should know anything about where he goes to get his dick wet.
and yet: you’re sitting at a table with a group he recognizes from your college days. it’s a shock to his system, seeing how much they’ve grown. seeing that they’re men and not scrawny little crew members. and, in turn, seeing how much you’ve grown.
it hits him like a ton of fucking bricks. he doesn’t know how he missed it beyond the fact that he’s been doing his job, but he watches as you laugh at something one of them says before taking a shot. and then another. and another- this one spills from your lips, falling onto your bared chest and slipping between your breasts and he wonders where the fuck whoever was assigned to you is because this is the last thing you should be doing.
but, there is no sign of them. so he watches from his vantage point, keeping track of you as you attempt to cut yourself off while one of the little assholes continues to push drinks in your direction. and after an hour, when you get up to go to the restroom and said asshole teammate follows, toji is forced to recognize that his job has become a lifestyle. and his lifestyle is you.
of all fucking things.
so he follows and finds you in the bathroom. bent over the sink as the little asshole eats you out. and he has to hand it to you -as his eyes dart from where the other man is buried between your thighs to the view of you in the mirror, your tits squished together between your arms and hazy bliss on your face- he’s impressed by the turn of events. amused as your lips part under the low lights and you shift your weight to arch your back and reach back to adjust his head.
it’s your moan that snaps him out of it, whatever the fuck it is, forcing him to scowl before he growls your name. your eyes open slowly, finding him in the mirror, and shock flickers across your features for barely a second before your lashes flutter against your cheeks.
“t-toji,” you breathe as your finger loosen in your old teammate's hair.
he has no fucking clue how he hears you over the roar of the bar. no clue except for the fact that he’s perfectly-conditioned -no, fine-tuned to everything about you.
it’s a death sentence. truly. (and worse: he doesn’t hate it.)
“whoa,” the old teammate says. “dude. you’re still around?”
toji’s eyes flicker down to see the boy wiping his mouth with the back of hand.
“of course he is. what type of stupid question is that, brock?” you ask as you pull up your jeans. “toji and i will always be together.”
the other man -brock- looks between the two of you in surprise before asking, “like, romantically?”
“get out,” toji bites out, watching as you turn to lean your bum on the sink. “now, little boy.”
“what are you even doing here?” you ask once you’re alone.
he ignores the question in favor saying, “only sluts gets fucked in bathrooms. the filthier the cheaper.”
“ouch.” he watches as your hips wiggle distractedly, the desire for pleasure still drawn tight over your skin. “thank you for the vote of confidence.”
he sucks his teeth. “let’s go.”
“i came out to get laid. i’m not- don’t look at me. you don’t think i’m a virgin do you?”
“yes.”
you grin. it’s shit eating and his fists clench at his sides as you say, “oh” in a sympathetic tone that wedges itself under his skin. “i’m so sorry to disappoint, toji…to take that from you.”
he sees red. feels it burn through every inch of him. hears it, even, rushing through his ears. he says your name, tone clipped and cold. “let’s go.”
you don't budge. “why are you here? for the same reason?”
“where the fuck is whoever’s watching you?”
you cross your arms, framing your breasts in your low cut top, and he can’t believe how distracting it is considering he’s gone god-knows-how-long without noticing. “you’re the only one who takes care of me. everyone else lets me do whatever i want.”
“irresponsible,” he hisses and you laugh. “we’re leaving.”
“um, no. i need to get fucked.”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who feels like ice water has been thrown on him. who feels his cock start to stiffen as his lip curls in disgust. BODYGUARD!TOJI who resists the urge to manhandle you out of the restroom and bar by the skin of his teeth. BODYGUARD!TOJI who watches as your mouth curls to one side, mirth flashing in your eyes, and hears himself ask, “oh, you need to get fucked, huh?”
the bathroom door is still propped open with his foot, his large body taking up every inch of the doorway, and the look you shoot him cords desire through every inch of his body.
you’ve always been his. for as long as you all have known each other you’ve belonged to him and now -now- he sees a way to own you further. deeper.
his cock throbs as the idea bounces around in his head until he finally lets the door go and turns the lock. you gasp, eyes brightening with excitement as you straighten up, hips once again moving attractively under his watchful eyes.
“are you finally going to give me what i want?”
he has to hold himself back. he knows it. but that doesn’t mean he’s going to stop.
“i’m not going to give you anything,” he tells you as he closes the distance. “i am going to take, though.”
your body softens, submits to him as he fills the space before you. you nod, looking up at him through your lashes. “whatever you want.”
his hand settles on your hips. he hears your voice in his head, again asking are you finally going to give me what i want? he had no idea, and as he feels your skin under his palm he wonders how long you’ve wanted anything from him.
“you know you just have to ask. don’t you?”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who doesn’t really let you answer. who kisses you instead, tongue slow and sweet on purpose, savoring the moment with you just in case this is the only time. who can’t unsee the woman you’ve become since his eyes were opened, and doesn’t really want to.
BODYGUARD!TOJI who pops the button on your jeans and flattens his palm against your stomach before slipping in. who lets his index and pinky fingers flank your lips as his ring and middle fingers push between them. who finds you soaking wet from more than just the mouth of that little fucking boy you’d been suffering through oral with. who smiles at the needy little cry you give, your face pressing into his chest.
“how bad have you wanted it, baby?” he hums as he plays with your clit, fingers circling and teasing. “pussy is so fucking wet…”
“don’t tease,” you breathe, fingers digging into his arm. “you already know- haa, Tojiii, fuck-”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who always gives you what you want. who pushes his fingers into your hole and fucks you with them, his other hand coming up to the back of your head to hold you to his chest. who chuckles at the way your hands clench at his tshirt, your little pants wetting the fabric as he fucks you on his fingers.
“tell me what you need, princess.”
“your cock” -you nuzzle into his chest and toji feels something irrational pulse through him, a reminder that you’re his and that you’ve wanted him settling low in his stomach- “need it, toji. hard and fast until i’m- i’m- fuck yes” -your hips cant forward, grinding your clit to his palm, and there’s a sick, sticky sound that draws a groan from his stomach- “please.”
“until you’re what?”
“be-begging you to stop. until…until after that.”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who doesn’t disappoint. who pulls his hand from your cunt and sucks his fingers into his mouth, moaning at your taste and smirking at the way your eyes watch his, hazy and hungry.
he’s drunk off of it. off of you and it’s the greatest feeling. he doesn’t think he’ll be able to give it up.
“ask for it.”
“ask?” you tease, curious amusement in your gaze. “not beg?” you tilt your chin and he kisses you, tongue stroking yours.
his thumb strokes your check. “i want to hear you ask for it. explicitly.”
“i’m asking you to fuck me like a cheap slut in a filthy bathroom.”
he smirks, licking his lips as he steps back. “turn around.”
you do, eyes meeting his in the mirror, and he’s rough as he tugs your jeans low enough. his hands squeeze at your hips and ass, thumbs digging into the crease of your thighs before pushing back into your hole and pulling you open. he watches the way your eyes flutter closed, feels the way you attempt to push back into him, and realizes that others have seen this version of you. that this glimpse into your pleasure isn’t his and his alone.
it draws a growl from his chest.
he fucks his fingers into you, hard and fast as his other hand wraps around your waist. his fingers slide through the mess you’ve made of yourself, settling on your clit and circling. faster and faster as you tremble in his arms.
your eyes barely hold onto his as your head tilts back toward him in pleasure. he fucks you through it, adding a finger to stretch you open for him and cupping your cunt in his big hand once you attempt to wiggle away from him.
“haaa,” you breathe, looking back at him in the mirror. he dips his face into your shoulder, breathing you in, and the familiar scent of your perfume and skin mixes with the smell of your sex, overwhelming his senses and leaving him throbbing.
“fuck, toji- i-” he gives you a squeeze before letting you go “-so good. felt sooo good.”
he drops your gaze and focuses on pulling his hard on from his jeans. he decides -somewhere between fisting his thick cock and rubbing the head to your slit- that he can fuck the thought of anyone else from your mind. that he won’t have to worry about if there will be a second time, just about when.
“c-condom?”
“no.” he smirks at you. “i’m fucking you raw, princess.”
“b-but-”
“‘m clean,” he breathes, “and you’re mine, yn.”
he hears your breath catch, feels the way you shift needily. “yours, huh?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him. “how many girls have you fucked raw?”
“how many brocks have you?”
“never,” you answer. “i’ve never fucked anyone without a condom.”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who doesn’t bother hiding his groan of pleasure or shy away from leaning in to kiss the curve of your cheek. who feels like he’s won a prize- who knows he has. “good girl.”
“toji,” you bite out, your annoyance making him smirk.
“you’re the first.” he licks his lips as he fits his cock between your swollen folds, his drooling tip teasing you mercilessly. “the only… do you trust me?”
“trust suggests i doubt you, t-toji.” your statement is broken by a whimper. “i d-don’t doubt you…i could never.”
he licks at your neck, teeth grazing your skin at the taste as you say, “i’m asking you to ruin me.”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who bullies his cock into you and laughs as you cum from his sheer size, your moans and whimpers of pleasure filling his ears. who fucks you hard and slow against the bathroom sink, one hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip as he takes and takes and takes, each stoke long and hard.
he never looks away from you, green eyes focused on watching pleasure play out on your features. watches you become his and his alone as he pounds you through another orgasm, your pretty lips parted and gaze unfocused as you breathe his name like it’s the only thing you know.
“-toji, t-toji, tojiiii-”
it echoes, each utterance like music to his ears and balm to his soul as you cum again and fuck if anyone told him this is how tonight would end he’d have faught them. might have killed even. but, as it stands now -now that he feels your velvety walls around his cock, pulsing and stretching to take all of him- he can’t help but accept the situation for what it is: heaven.
BODYGUARD!TOJI who taunts you, the hand at your neck sliding, his arm cradling you in a chokehold as he pulls you back. your back bows, pushing you further onto his cock, and he can’t help the groan that escapes him as you gasp because he’s nearly all the way. who stuffs you to the brim, imprints himself on you, and he’s certain he could go a little further. that he could give you more and you’d accept like you were made for him. that you could take all of it if he really needed you to.
“makin’ such a fuckin’ mess, baby,” he murmur, loving the tears that wet you’re cheeks. “such a sloppy fuckin’ pussy.”
you whimper, walls pulsing weakly around him in the sweetest of orgasms: they’re his now. not yours. you know it as well as he does. you may have needed to get fucked- might have enjoyed the first two, but everything that’ll ever follow is his.
“ruin you, uh?” he asks, breath hot at your ear. “ruin you for who? for fun?”
he smirks, tilting his hips just right and feeling the head of his cock slip in deeper. like a fucking puzzle piece. you gasp and cry, hands coming up to grip his arm.
“tojiii,” you whimper, tears wetting his arms.
“i’m ruining you, baby,” he bites out, pounding into you and finally letting his eyes fall to where your tits bounce in your shirt. “you asked for it, didn’t you?”
you groan, the sound delirious before you breathe, “yeah…”
“say it” -he shakes you a bit, forcing you to meet his piercing gaze- “lemme hear you say it.”
“i asked f-for this,” you pant, eyes hazy in the mirror. you do your best to maintain eye contact and he can’t help but find it sexy. the way you struggle and accept and cry and again say, “i-i asked for thiiiis.”
he can still feel you trembling, walls pulsing weakly over and over, and as your body sags against him he sees fucking stars because the weight of you is perfect. perfect. perfect as fucks into you, short and fast now, loving the feel of your swollen cunt sucking him back in with every stroke.
“tappin’ out on me, already?” he chuckles, voice low as he listens to you. someone bangs on the door, but you’re too far gone to notice and he doesn’t give a fuck. “i thought you needed you get fucked, princess? were you that desperate? i haven’t even filled you up yet.”
“toji,” you murmur, nails digging into his arm.
he grunts, loving the feel of it. “gonna take more for me, yeah?”
you moan, half looking over your shoulder. “yeah,” you agree, voice thick with lust.
“a lil’ more for me, baby. you feel so good…”
“a-asked for this.”
fuck. he fucks you harder, cock throbbing and balls aching. all because of you. you. who he’s never even considered and yet-
he shoves his fingers into your mouth before you can cry out, moaning at the wet feel of your tongue. “can you still taste your pussy on my fingers? good girl, baby. suck’em just like that.”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who teases filth in your ear until he fills you up and holds you still on his cock, both of his arms drawn around your shoulders and face buried into you. who can still feel you trembling, your cunt squeezing at his cock as though you haven’t gotten enough, and has to remind himself that you’re too far from home. that you’re in a disgusting public restroom. that you’re his charge, his responsibility, his spoiled brat of a princess- his.
it’s the word he focuses on because it’s true.
“toji,” he hears you say, voice breathy and desperate even now. “i-i don’t want you to pull out.”
he chuckles, eyes meeting yours in the grimy mirror. “are you asking?”
“ha- well. n-no. i can’t…i can’t take anymore. i swear to god the head of your cock is in my fucking cervix r-right now-”
he chokes on a laugh. “you’d be an actual crying mess of pleasure if that was true.”
“wha- uh. please. just let me down a little. not too fast- fucking-fuck you feel so-
“i’m so empty now.” you whimper, slipping out of his arms as you pull your jeans back up. “god, i can-i can feel your cum-”
he watches you slump against the wall and shove your hand down the front of your pants. wonders briefly who the hell would do such a thing until he hears you whimper and watches as you pull your hand free and lift your fingers to reflect the light.
“-how funny. i’ve never-”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who watches you lick your fingers, your face still wet with tears. who groans, a choked laugh escaping him at your startled expression. who tucks his spent cock back into his jeans and steps closer to you, eyes not dropping yours as you continue to lick your fingers clean.
“yn.” he leans in, kisses you over your fingers and strokes his tongue over yours once you move your hand. “are you comin’ home? or remainin’ with your friends?”
“wherever you’re going.” you hesitate for a moment before gripping the edge of his shirt, your other hand coming up to wipe your face. “if-if that’s ok.”
his knuckles brush your stomach as he buttons your jeans, but it’s only as he tugs the zipper that the gravity of what he’s done settles upon him. he’s fundamentally changed the structure of your relationship because he was angry. angry and jealous. the thought confuses him now, but it doesn’t stop him.
he hooks a finger in one of your belt loops and tugs you closer. looks down his nose at you. again wonders how he overlooked the woman you’ve become before.
“whatever you want,” he tells you, hugging you to his chest for a moment.
it dawns on him that it’s rare, touching each other. something done only out of necessity. but as your arms sneak around his waist he decides he likes it. more than he probably should, considering he works for your father. that he’s paid to protect, not fuck you.
but, his thoughts are cut short by someone banging on the door. he hugs you closer when you jump, hyper aware of how soft you are against him.
“don’t let go.”
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BODYGUARD!TOJI who accepts it. whose job has become his lifestyle and whose lifestyle is you. who understands that even though you're his -and his alone now, considering he was going to beat the shit out of whoever let you out of their sight-, you have a hold on him that he can’t describe. that you’ve always had that hold on him, from the moment he’d been sold to your father.
