♱ ‧₊˚. THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY꒰toji x f!reader ꒱ nsfw — mdni [dubcon (reader is crossfaded), alcohol/cocaine use, mentions of overdosing, infidelity (reader is cheating on megumi), age-gap, degradation, praise, raw sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, groping, pet names, squirting] wc[4k]an [repost from last night ⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝ if you liked this, you can also reblog it]
“m’kay— think that’s enough for one night, doll,” toji lets out an amused chuckle as he observes your actions through his peripheral.
you’re leaning over the tray placed on your lap to snort your fifth line of coke that night, your head shooting back up to face the roof of toji’s car as you scrunch your nose in an attempt to offset the sting of the powder lining your sinuses. once the feeling subdued, you lazily turn to face the man in the driver’s seat, blinking at him dumbfoundedly with a pouty frown on your lips.
warnings: mild manga spoilers, smut, dubcon (if you squint), cursing, cunnilingus, reader is lowkey a sugar!mommy, size kink, edging, choking, name-calling, slight body impact (spanking), biting, no condom (creampie), lowkey angst but happy ending </3, confession of love, takes place in jjk world (au where toji hops around but only depends on one woman hehe)
“C'mon, sweetheart, I’ll just be here for the night, that’s all—”
You sneer. “Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, asshole. The last time you said that, you cleaned my whole fucking wallet—”
“You know I didn’t mean that, darlin’.” He grins sheepishly, scar widening. “Besides, you know I pay you back. How much ya charging tonight? Three orgasms?”
You slam the door on his face.
“Four?” His voice echoes from outside.
“I’m not letting you in.”
“When’s the last time you had a dick in ya?”
“Toji!”
Cheeks flushing, you pull open the door again. “Shut the fuck up.” You hiss, dragging him into your apartment. “Do you want to embarrass me?”
He raises his arms, as if to prove his innocence. “I just asked a question.”
You glare up at his mischiveous eyes, watching his pupils dilate in amusement. “Sleep on the couch. Don’t even think about it.”
“About you?”
You walk towards your bedroom, refusing to look back at him— if you do, you know you’ll be caught up in his lust. “About anything.”
Toji is stuck on your mind, late into the night as you lay in bed, blankly staring up at the ceiling. The last time you saw him was a few months ago. And just like you’d scoffed at him, he did take the cash from your wallet on his way out. That fucking asshole. But even though he’s a terrible thief, that isn’t what pisses you off about Toji.
It’s just… he never contacts you. He comes and goes whenever he feels like it, making you worry. He could be broke, homeless, dead— and you’ll never know, waiting until the next time he stops by your apartment. You’re well-off, you could help him— he simply won’t let you.
And that’s what makes you mad.
But he never lets you be mad at him, because he apologizes. Well, never verbally, but with his fingers, with his lips, with his—
Knock knock knock.
Thanking the heavens that your filthy thoughts are stopped, you drag yourself out from under your soft blanket to the door. Toji towers over you, the shadow of a smile on his lips.
"What do you want?”
“Water.”
“No.” Your hand reaches to pull the handle, but Toji sticks his foot out.
“Hey, ya can’t let me die of thirst.”
“I’d kill you before that happens.”
He juts his bottom lip out, slightly furrowing his brows. Pouting. “Want me to beg? I can do that for ya.”
“Fuckinghell.”
You push past him, rolling your eyes. You’re desperately trying to keep your anger at bay but it’s so difficult whenever Toji is around. The worst part is that he knows it too— the corner of his lip keeps twitching in amusement, his brilliant eyes glimmering as if he’s winning. Like this is some sort of game.
“Here.” You present him with a glass filled to the brim. He takes it with a “Thanks” before proceeding to down the entire thing in three gulps. Not that you were counting by looking at his adam’s apple, or the prominent veins of his neck, or the gentle scars—
“Hey.”
Too busy in your ogling, you didn’t realize that Toji had boxed you in with his hands against the counter. The smell of his sharp, sea-scented cologne holds you hostage, stilling your body, your mind—
“Toji…”
This is bad, this is bad.But,fuck, you can’t think anymore, not when his thick fingers drum against your hip, his other hand sliding up to rest on the base of your neck. His thumb sweeps against your soft skin, making you extremely aware of the fact that you aren’t wearing a bra under your sheer nightgown, that his finger is just a few inches away from your achingly sharp nipples.
“Hmm?” He hums, dipping his head into your neck, lips puckering to peck you right on your shoulder. He deeply inhales, taking in your sweet scent, the gentle smell of your skin. “I missed you.”
You pretend that his words don’t make your heart race. Glancing at the ceiling, you bite back your moans. “I didn’t.” You lie, voice slightly wavering.
Toji glances up with his eyes narrowed, calculating. “You didn’t?”
You shake your head deliberately, not trusting your voice. But Toji simply smiles, bending down to lift you up on the counter.
“You’re still mad at me, aren’t ya?” He pushes your hips back further, forcing you to lay back. A gentle kiss is planted on your knee, bare from how your nightgown has shimmied up your thighs.
“I’ll make it up to you, alright?”
In, out. You have to focus on breathing because it’s getting terribly shallow, especially when Toji hasn’t even started. His teasing fingers push up your nightgown up to your waist, exposing your plain panties. Toji takes his time pulling the lace down too, smirking as you squirm.
His breath hovers against your thighs, a gentle heat that warms your insides. You shiver again, forcing Toji to hold you down by the insides of your thighs. The new position gives him an open view of your cunt, slick and pulsing.
“Didn’t miss me, huh? Your pussy says otherwise.”
“Toji, I swear to God—”
You can’t even finish your sentence because his tongue is prodding you open, pure sin flooding your nerves and forcing your back into an arch.
“Nghh!”
He feasts like a starved man, slurping and flicking his tongue messily, letting his spit mix in with your arousal. You feel debauched, corrupted by his vulgar actions, but you ignore the shame as you roll your hips into his face, letting your clit catch onto the point of his nose.
“‘M gonna cum.” You whine, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel the coil in your belly tighten a bit more. Toji squeezes his palms around your ass in encouragement, pressing you even closer to his face.
“Let me taste you, sweetheart. Come f’me.”
His lips latch onto your clit, and it’s the end of it. You gasp, nails desperately scratching against the counter as you ride out your orgasm, hips still twitching against Toji. He doesn’t let up either, tongue lapping up every drop of your nectar and forcing you into overstimulation.
“Ah, Toji, too much, s’ too much!”
Tears well your eyes, feet kicking out involuntarily, but Toji’s large palms wrap around your ankles. As he stands, he pulls you towards him, forcing you to straddle him.
His eyes are bright, a smug smirk tracing his slick lips. “Tell me you missed me.”
You pull down your brows, desperately trying to keep your fury in control. “Why would I miss you?”
He smiles now, teeth sparkling in the little flicker of moonlight that presses past your window. “Because…” For his answer, he glances down at where the two of you meet, your core right against him, wetting his trousers. When he looks back up, you can barely see the green in his eyes— his dark pupils are eating away at the color. Eating away at you.
You blush, cheeks flaring red. “That doesn’t mean anything.”
“What does it mean, then?” Toji traces your bottom lip with his thumb, pulling it down the slightest before letting it pop back up. You don’t say anything, too absorbed in his motions.
His thumb pushes past your lips, resting heavily on your tongue. Without thinking, you suck it in, tasting him off. You swear you hear his breath stutter, eyes widen as he looks at your lush, glossy lips.
Before you know it, he’s sweeping you off the counter with ease, like you weigh nothing in his arms. His mouth distracts you, tongue prodding against your lips until you part them and let him in. He’s sweet— the slight taste of your arousal and the smell of him making you lightheaded. You’re terribly aware of his hands cupping and squeezing your ass as he guides you to your room, dropping you on your bed.
“You’re a bad liar, y’know that?” Toji leans back, pulling his shirt over his head. You know he’s flexing, and it should make you cringe and scoff… but beyond the new scarring across his chest that makes your stomach twist in worry, his taut pecs and defined biceps distract you in the best way possible.
“Your body can’t lie to me.” He yanks down his pants, cock bobbing in your peripheral vision as you force yourself to keep your eyes on his emerald voids. He crawls towards you— on top of you— thumb reaching out to mockingly brush the corner of your mouth. “C’mon sweetheart, you’re drooling.”
“‘Mnot.”
“Really? Well, you are down here.” His cock parts your folds, dragging up your wetness and letting the heaviness rest between your legs.
“Ah!”
“Admit it.” Toji coos, letting the head of his length catch onto your hole before pulling out. You squirm, whining, but he pins you down with his hands on your wrists.
“Please.”
It is said so low, so quiet that you aren’t completely sure if he even said it. You blink up at him, pushing away any anger you have toward him just for a second of clarity. Though Toji’s eyes still have that humorous glitter, you can see through him, noticing the hidden doubt and concern in the bags of his eyes, the wrinkles on his forehead, the fine droop of his lip.
He’s…worried.
And hell, if that doesn’t make your heart thrum faster than it already does around him.
“I always miss you.”
It’s true. You miss him during every moment of the day, hoping that today will be the day he stops by again, and just in case, you always make enough food for two.You miss him even when he’s there, because you know you’ll miss him even more when he leaves. You miss him the most when you roll over the covers and he’s not there, just his lingering scent reminding you that there’s nothing in the world that can preserve the feeling you have when you’re with him.
You hope he can hear all that through your minimal words because your throat is too clogged to say anything more. When he responds by caressing your cheek, his dick guiding into you, you’re sure he knows.
Your mouth widens into a silent gasp. It’s been too long.
“C’mon, breathe.” He hums as he pushes in, feeling slight guilt but mostly pride as he notices the moisture gathering on your lashes. “Atta girl. Tight fucking pussy.”
“T-Toji.” You whimper as his fingers roll against your clit, easing away the pain. “You’re so…”
“Big?” He teases, rolling his hips into you sharply. You can’t find it in you to chastise him because it’s true, he’s terribly big with the way that he’s splitting you in half. You pathetically nod as your nails embed themselves in his back, lifting your head to tuck yourself into the crease of his neck.
Every single thrust makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Toji’s warm palms keep your thighs spread, occasionally squeezing and slapping the fat of your thighs just to hear you squeal.
Toji throws his head back in pleasure, a low groan escaping his mouth. You watch how he tenses— a drop of sweat drips from the column of his neck and you follow it with your eyes as it drips down between his chest and torso, his lower stomach, before wetting his happy trail. God. You feel your toes curl as you clench around him.
“Fuck.” He hisses, squeezing his eyes shut as his thrusts stutter. “Do that again.”
To tease him, you do it in a succession of three. He gasps, his palm landing on your throat to squeeze you back. “Fucking hell.”
Toji pulls out. He snickers at your whine and your failed attempt to latch onto him, before flipping you over.
“Greedy little thing.” He laughs as he pushes in, reveling in the way your fingers fist at the sheets.
He’s going faster than he was before, balls smacking your ass hard enough to make a thwack-thwack echo around the room and change your cheeks into a crimson color.
“Toji.” Tears slide down to your pillow as you bury your head. “Gonna come. Need you…” You drift off, knowing that he knows. You should have known he’d be cocky about it.
“Need what?” His mouth hangs over your ear, teeth grazing the shell of it. “Don’t know what you want, sweetheart.”
When you don’t answer, he bites down.
“Fuck!Just… touch me.”
“Could’a just asked.” He huffs as his thumb and forefinger pinch at your clit, giving you the relief you need. “Go ahead.”
You feel your body tense, breath getting caught in your throat, along with a jumble of emotions. “Missed you—fuck, love you, s’much.” The knot in you unravels deliciously, euphoria hanging over your consciousness.
Meanwhile, Toji’s mind is whirring at your confession, hands tightening against your waist. “L-love you, shit.” He pushes into you one last time, fingers pressing into your skin to really remember this. He needs to know that you’re really here under his hands before he cums, for once not in his fist. Toji trembles, panting through his orgasm and falling right on top of you.
You can’t get a full breath in with Toji’s weight pressing against you, but you do nothing to move him. You feel suffocated in the best way possible— engulfed in his scent and warmth and love.
“Don’t leave.” You murmur against his bicep that curls against you in a tight hug.
“I won’t.”
You don’t care if it’s a lie because it’s enough to make you relax into him more. Tonight, you refuse to think about when he’s gone— you press a kiss to his cheek and giggle when he nips you back.
Gets worried whenever you get hurt but then calms down when he realizes it’s just a stupid bruise from bumping into the table
Definitely kisses your cuts/bruises
Loves to run his finger over them (obviously not if they’d still hurt, he would never want to hurt you in any way)
Grows accustomed to seeing some type of bruise on them because he knows they like to risk the durability of their body (haha sarcasm :P)
Like that one time when you were going too fast on a skateboard and ended up falling on your arm (and ass) and he had to carry you to the bed and call Shoko to check what you’d hurt since you couldn’t really move your arm that much
Was shitting his mf pants when Shoko told him you sprained your arm and wrist.
“But Sato’ I don’t need the slinggggg!!” You complained as Shoko was putting it on you. “Bunny you know you need it.” Satoru cupped your cheeks as he sat beside you on the bed.
“Fuckers, I’m done. I’ll take my leave now, I don’t wanna.. disturb… that……..” Shoko said as she inches away from you both and out the door.
Definitely babies you and doesn’t let you even hold a feather because it’s “too heavy”
Makes you take your pain killers at the appropriate times, nothing more, nothing less despite your whining
Worries for you a lot when you start trying to pick things up with that arm
Megumi Fushiguro:
He expects you to get hurt everywhere you go at this point
He’s always the one patching you up but he scolds you for being careless
“It’s just a scratch Megu’, you don’t needa worry about me!” You gave him an energetic smile. “When you run into a wall because you’re too invested in talking to me across the room six times a day, I do need to worry.” He stated matter-of-factly as he gave you an ice pack for the bruise on your forehead.
You remind him a bit of Yuuji if he’s being honest
It’s even funnier that you and Yuuji do end up being patched up by him and/or Ieri.
He smacks you upside the head when he learns of your small injury and proceeds to take you to his dorm to patch you up.
Expect him to be extra affectionate to you subtly, but in a way that Yuuji and Nobara even know
Toji Fushiguro:
He laughs when he learns of your constant recklessness during your average day
Of course he patches up your little cuts and tries to help you when he can if you have anything sprained
Because of his job, I doubt he’d be able to be home all the time because of your job or be able to call off for a long time because if he is the sole breadwinner, then man’s gotta work
He’ll worry about you and try to finish his jobs faster so that he can come home to see you and Megu’
He likes to show you that he’s there for you (if it’s an injury that leaves you bedridden like a sprained joint or sth) by cuddling with you and spending more time with Megumi
Yuuta Okkotsu:
He’s always worried about you, no he never stops.
So when his s/o is reckless, he’s hoping that you’re really careful on missions
He doesn’t what he would do if he ever lost you
But then again, he’s just overthinking.
He knows that you’re strong and can take care of yourself, but he also knows that you also struggle to keep yourself injury-free for even a day
Seriously, you give him a heart attack at least once a day with the way you always end up with a new bruise/cut
Watches over you when you cook because he’s afraid you’ll cut yourself
“Yuuyuu why do I feel your eyes on me?” You asked the black haired man that was resting on the couch. “T-They’re not, Sweetheart!” He answered. You could see him shift his position on the couch.
“Ah shit!”
He stood up and rushed to see you, “What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself? Are you okay?”
Once you were sure he was at your side, you giggled at how he fell for your little game.
“Aha! So you were staring at me!” You said as you continued chopping up the potatoes.
You saw him blush as he tried to explain himself, “W-Well, how could I not? You’re always hurting yourself!”
You laughed until you felt a stinging sensation on your middle finger.
Trying to conceal the now stinging incision on your finger you retorted: “T-That’s not true!” You giggled.
“…”
“…”
“You cut your finger huh?”
“…yes”
He disinfected your cut and got you a bandage, then finished making dinner for the both of you
