ᰔ toji takes his shy girlfriend out for dress-shopping 𝄢
content tags/warnings: established relationship, risky public sex, smut, fluff. ⋆˙⟡
a/n: had this idea at like 4am im finally writing it out now lol
you and toji had this sort of routine everytime he went out on one of his jobs for a quick cash grab n' go.
when he would come back, there came the comfort, the tending to the bruises he may have, then he’d fuck the daylights out of you and tell you how much he missed his pretty thing.
but the day after, he would take you wherever you wanted to go, and buy you whatever it is that you would want that day. he knew that leaving you behind for a couple of days would cause you stress and anxiety, so he wanted to make up for it in any way he could.
and so, that’s how you two got here— toji was in the car with you, settled behind the steering wheel driving towards the mall, and you were in the passenger seat, his large hand resting on your soft thigh, warm and heavy on your skin.
“you excited, babygirl?” toji asks you, momentarily glancing beside him to see your expression, before focusing back on the road, his hand soothingly rubbing up and down on your thigh.
with a little smile, you nod, your soft hand resting on his rough one. “yes, toji. i can’t wait to see the pretty dresses they have.” you say with some excitement bubbling up in your chest. “i’ve always wanted to go to that boutique i saw.”
he hums, before smirking, making a sharp turn into the parking lot that was connected to the busy mall ahead. “yeah… i can’t wait either.” he says with a hint of innuendo laced in his tone, before finding a parking spot and killing the engine. “let’s go, sweet girl.”
toji's hand was laced with yours, keeping you close and in his bubble. every-time you both went out into public settings, he always knew to keep his girl close, especially since you didn’t like the crowds too much.
the inside of the mall was bustling with energy, from obnoxious teenage boys, to couples like you and him, just having a good time. you snuggled closer to tojis side, feeling a little nervous. “toji…”
“shh, you’re okay. just some noise.” he murmured almost unconsciously as he pulled you closer to his side, his hand letting go of yours and instead, wrapping his muscular arm around you. “focus on me, doll. nobody else matters.”
finally, you both found the cute little boutique, with stylish fabrics and pretty things that toji was already imagining on your body. “look at all the pretty clothes, toji.” you pointed out with a smile, looking at the display windows.
“yeah, real pretty. but they’d be prettier on ya.” he says as he guides you into the boutique, his body buzzing a little with excitement. “let’s see what they’ve got.”
and so, forty-five minutes pass by, and you and toji landed on three pretty dresses, now heading towards the fitting rooms. now this is the part toji was really looking forward to.
toji settled on one of the cozy chairs across from the fitting room doors, spreading his muscular thighs and fixating on you as he smirks. “i’ll be right here, doll. make sure to show me these pretty lil dresses, yeah?” he says, earning a little nod from you as you retreat.
as you busied yourself, he was already thinking of all of the things he wanted to do to you in that dressing room. but for now, he kept his cool, at least until he couldn’t anymore. shit, he was already half-hard. see what you do to him?
lost in thought, your soft voice called out to him, “h-how do i look?” toji quickly snapped out of his daze to look up at you, his eyebrows raising a fraction.
there you were, the first dress. it was a pastel yellow with pretty white lace and puffed short-sleeves that hugged your body just the right amount. it was perfect for a walk in the park, a little picnic date. you shyly bit your lip as you felt tojis heavy gaze roam down your bare legs. “toji?”
toji takes a deep breath, before grinning. he was so enjoying this. “like the prettiest doll i’ve ever seen. give me a lil’ spin, baby.” he says, half-groan. and with his command, you gave him a small twirl, the fabric of the dress swishing slightly around your soft legs. “that’s it. yeah, that one’s perfect, we’ll get it.” he says satisfyingly, his fingers twitching to touch, to feel, to grip.
“yay! thank you, my love.” you say with a soft smile. “i-ill try the second one on now, okay?” you say as you then scurry back into the dressing room, not knowing that your boyfriend was damn near losing his mind just from looking at you. he was fully hard now, his hand resting over his bulge to half-conceal it. “damn it.”
a minute later, toji heard footsteps near him again, and he knew he was about to be blessed with the sight of you again. “do you like this one?” your voice says, soft and seeking his approval. toji's eyes darkened as he fixated his gaze on you.
this dress was a perfect fit for the beach or a hot summer day. it was sky blue and thin, almost see-through, and it was flowy, with white lace on the straps. he could see your bra and cute panties underneath, your smooth skin… his eyes trailed up and down, taking in every inch of your body dress.
“fuck, babe. c'mere, gotta get a closer look.” he was sitting up right now, his knuckles white from clenching his fists so hard. once you were within his reach, his hands immediately grabbed your waist, earning a little gasp from your lips. “oh!”
“you just don’t know what you’re doin’ to me, pretty girl. makin’ it hard for me to be a civilized man right now.” toji groans as he caresses your waist, giving it a squeeze, before sliding his hands up to feel your smooth arms. “you look gorgeous, doll. ya gotta wear this when we head to the beach next month.” he says as he stares up at you, his gaze heavy, yet worshipful. you were his everything, the woman of his dreams.
“oh toji..” you gushed, unable to hide the blush on your cheeks and the way your heart fluttered. he always knew his way with words, just the right way to touch you. “is it really that good on me?” you asked as your hands rest on his shoulders, feeling a little hesitant about his words.
toji didn’t answer verbally yet, instead, he just tightly wrapped his arms around you, his head resting on your stomach as he stares up at you like a predator, ready to pounce. his hands, once gentle and worshipful, were now firmly groping your ass cheeks, making you shiver and mewl. “good isn’t a well enough word, baby. i’m fuckin' hard as a rock right now. do you understand how hard it is to just sit here? knowing i have the most perfect girl on my arm?”
he takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm, before letting go of you reluctantly. “go change. let me see this last dress, then we’ll get outta here.” he says, his voice a bit clipped. you could see his prominent bulge in his jeans, twitching slightly. “u-uhm. okay, love.” you say, flustered and a bit shocked as you retreated back to the dressing room. you weren’t gonna end this day without his cock stuffed inside of you, that’s for sure.
… nearly five minutes pass, and you were still in the fitting room. toji’s patience was worn thin, but he also knew that you might feel insecure about this last dress. slowly, toji stood up and called out to you. “hey, everything alright?” no response.
his eyebrows furrowed as he then strode towards the door, giving it a single, firm knock. “don’t go silent on me, doll. ya know i hate that shit.” he says, waiting to hear your voice. finally, you respond, “i… i don’t like this dress, toji. you’re gonna hate it.” you whimpered softly.
toji scoffs, his muscular arms crossing over his broad chest as he leaned against the door. “baby. when have i ever hated anything that ya wear? don’t be like that. let me in.” he says, his tone letting you know that it wasn’t a request.
when you didn’t respond, his eyes narrowed and his hand wraps around the door knob, turning it and pushing the door open. “doll, seriously, you…” his words trailed off as he spotted you. your eyes widened as you shyly hugged yourself. “t-toji!”
the third dress was… shit, it was perfect. the fabric was a baby pink color, with white lace and all, but it was a tight fit on you, and very short, the dress only going down to your upper thighs. toji could see your sternum, the edges of your panties…
“it doesn’t fit, a-and it’s too short, and it’s really tight! and—“
before you could continue making meaningless observations and chattering, toji locked the fitting room door and backed you up against the wall, his breathing heavy. “shut up, doll.” he says firmly.
his cock was already rutting against your crotch, his breathing heavy as he stares down at you with that look in his eyes, the look that would immediately make you be quiet and submit. his hands had a tight grasp on your waist.
“it’s fucking perfect. i don’t give a shit whatever it is that you’re seein’, if i say it’s perfect, then that’s what it is.” he growls, his hands sliding under your dress and cupping your soft ass, making you gasp. “i don’t appreciate you bein' so hard on yourself.”
he then leans in, his nose brushing against yours as he whispers hotly against your lips. “someone needs a reminder. and i don’t think it can wait until we’re in the car.”
and that’s how you ended up here. you were being held up in the air, back against the wall as toji's jeans were shoved down to his ankles, his thick cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy, making slick and obscene noises in the small room. the dress you were wearing was now bunched up, and your panties were shoved to the side in the midst of your passion. your arms and legs were wrapped around him tightly for support.
“aah—! t-toji, not here!” you gasped and whimpered, struggling to stay quiet as his rough hands were holding you up by your waist, grunts and growls coming from him. your cunt was squeezing him so tight, sucking him in and coating his shaft with that sweet, creamy arousal.
your protest earned a spank to your ass, a muffled cry coming from your lips as he then crushes his lips onto yours, his hips grinding and slapping against yours as he tongue-fucks your mouth. “mmph— fuck, doll.” he groaned heavily into the kiss, his balls tightening from the heavy arousal he was feeling. “gotta be quiet. gonna be a good girl f'me and listen to daddy?” he whispered against your lips breathlessly as he continues to fuck into you.
the lower part of the dress was ruined at this point, damp with your arousal and wrinkled. toji then suddenly pulled his cream-coated cock out of your cunt with a slick “pop,” a whine of protest coming from your mouth.
“t-toji—“ before you could finish, he was turning you around and shoving your front against the wall, his rough hands grabbing your hips and shoving his dick back inside of you where it belongs, his lower abdomen now snug against yours ass as you cried out, his voice rough as he spoke out. “hah— fuck, that’s it. such a good girl.”
it was too much, your mind felt hazy and you couldn’t stay quiet, not with his cock thrusting in and out of you, managing to hit that sweet little spot inside of you every single time. not when you could feel his breath against your neck and hear the way he himself was struggling to stay quiet.
the thrill was both nerve-wracking and exhilarating, knowing that anyone who entered the boutique, anyone who went near the fitting rooms… they could possibly catch you both in the act, hear the passion and the desperation of the coupling. it was a feeling you’ve never felt in your entire life, and yet, you didn’t want to stop, despite the fear, despite the worry.
“shit, gettin' close. need ya to be quiet, you’re doin' sooo good.” he praises roughly with a lustful smirk as his hips slap and twitch against your ass, his cock starting to throb inside of you. your hand was clasped over your mouth, high muffled moans and cries vibrating against your palm as your thighs trembled. “g-gon… gonna…!” you fumbled over your words, but toji already knew what you meant when your walls started to pulse.
“yeah? gettin’ close for me, doll?” he taunts as his chest presses against your back, his thrusts starting to become staggered and short with desperation. “fuck— cum for me, cum on this dick like a good girl.” he groans as one of his hands slides around to your stomach, before trailing down and finding your little pulsing clit, rubbing it in tight, up-and-down motions. that did it for you.
with a keening cry that you were unable to conceal, your thighs buckled and your pussy tightened painfully on toji's cock as it began to pulse rhythmically, your orgasm intense and wet as your arousal leaks down his dick and balls, claiming it for your own. “toji!” you babbled and cried out, panting with extrusion.
“hah— fuck yes, doll! that’s it…” toji moans triumphantly, giving you a few more desperate thrusts and rubs on your clit, before bottoming out deep inside of your pussy, hugging you tight from behind as he lets out a long, strained groan, his tip pulsing and gushing out his hot cum deep inside of your belly. “nngh— fuck…”
it took quite a second for you both to recover from the intensity of your climaxes, leaving you both panting and trembling in the heated fitting room. the pretty pink dress was ruined, and the clothes were forgotten about in the midst of the intense passion you both shared.
after a moment of trying to catch his breath, toji chuckled softly, pressing hot little kisses along your neck and behind your ear, causing you to whimper and shiver so sweetly, his warm hands holding you up and caressing your stomach. “still think i hate the dress, babygirl?” he says a bit mockingly, earning a little fuss from you.
that’s when a hesitant, female voice could be heard outside of the fitting room door, concerned and suspicious.
“e-excuse me… is everything alright in there?”
