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Stay Soft. Get Eaten. (TojixReader NSFW Fanfic) by @honeysatoru


💜AUTHOR PRE-NOTES💜

Yo I spent all weekend writing this, lmaoooo. Please excuse any spelling errors/grammatical errors/typos.

 

Chapter 1


"I'll eat you out for twenty bucks," Toji says with a simple shrug.


You stare at him for a moment, unsure of what to say. "I mean...I can give you a little more than twenty dollars," you reply jokingly.


"Works for me. Is it cool if I use your shower?"


You watch as he wordlessly peels his black shirt off and tosses it to the side. His muscles ripple dangerously as he twists his body in an effortless stretch.

"Yeah, yeah that's fine, there are clean towels in the linen closet,” you stutter out. You look away, suddenly engrossed in your phone. When you find the courage to sneak another glance at him you realize that he's already left the room. "That man is like a cat," you mutter to yourself, shaking your head.


This whole thing with you and Toji had started out as a joke. He had sidled up next to you at the bar and asked plainly if you would buy him a drink.


"I don't think I've ever bought a man a drink before," you had said in disbelief.


His brows had knitted together curiously and then his lips curled into a wry grin. “Well…are you a feminist?" he had asked innocently.


You stared at him incredulously for a few moments before waving the bartender over.

You hear the steady thrum of the shower and you open up your text messages. You quickly draft a message to your best friend and hit send.

She responds in the blink of an eye.

Are you joking? You’re about to have a one night stand?


You roll your eyes and type a response.

I don’t think so! I mean, I don’t know. I invited him over for a drink. Now he’s showering.


Three dots pop up on the screen indicating she’s typing.


Dude that guy is ready to fuck. He’s showering? Do you feel safe? Wait, is he even hot???


You glance at his black shirt which is in a crumpled heap on the floor.


People have one night stands all the time. I’ll be okay. And yes, he’s extremely hot. It’s kind of unreal, actually…


You absently chew on the corner of your fingernail as you wait for her to write back.


Hmm. Okay. Keep me posted. Please. Also are you sure this dude isn’t a….


You frown.


A what?


She replies instantly.

A prostitute.


Your eyes widen and you let out a nervous chuckle. A prostitute? From your conversation at the bar it had sounded like he had some kind of job. Although he had been a bit vague about the specifics. There was no way Toji was a prostitute…or was he?


I don’t think so…you type.

Well, just…text or call me if anything. Okay? And have fun. You dirty girl!


You smile and send a couple emojis to her before locking your phone. You stand up and make your way to the kitchen. You need a drink.


 

You’re sitting at the kitchen island sipping on some chilled vodka that had been sitting in your freezer.


“Hey.”


You jump and turn in the direction of the voice. Toji is standing in the doorway. He’s wearing his boxers and a white towel is slung around his neck. You can see beads of water glimmering on his chest. His hair is damp and has fallen into his eyes.


“Want a drink?” You ask, tilting your head toward your glass.


He smiles and nods. “Sure, what are you having?”


“There’s vodka in the freezer,” you say. “There’s also some wine in the fridge if you’re into that.”


You watch him as he rummages through your freezer. His body is muscular but his movements are surprisingly graceful. He opens your fridge and grabs a bottle of seltzer. He perches on a stool across from you and fixes himself a drink.

“Are you a hooker?” You ask.

He smiles into his glass before taking a sip. “No, I’m not.”


“Well then what do you do?” You press. The vodka in running through your system has stripped away some of your anxiety.


He stares at you for a moment before taking another sip from his glass. “I’m sort of a…fixer, I guess. If there’s something you need me to do, I’ll do it, for a small fee of course,” he says with a grin.


“And so…is sex…also one of the things you do…for money?”

The question hangs precariously between the two of you. Toji finishes his drink and begins to fix himself another.


“Not really. Although, I’ve found that I tend to attract women who are somewhat…generous, you could say.”


You take a sip of your drink and smile. “And I looked like one of those women?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow.

Toji hums and his eyes scan you up and down. “You just looked like a beautiful woman and I wanted to eat your pussy.” He licks his lips and chuckles darkly.


A little cough escapes your lips as your drink goes down the wrong hole.


You watch, hypnotized, as he runs his tongue along the little scar on his lip. Your heart is thudding in your chest. Images flash through your mind, you on the couch, legs spread wide while Toji buried his face between your thighs. You feel a familiar twinge between your legs and you look at your drink. This is something you rarely ever do. The rational part of you is telling you to send this man home. But the other part of you…the daring part of you…wants to invite Toji to stay. You curl your fingers around your glass. The coldness of it prickles at your fingertips. You watch as a lone bead of water trails down the side of Toji’s face and it hangs at the corner of his mouth. He darts his tongue out once more, somewhat obscenely this time, and he maintains eye contact with you as he licks it away.

“If you feel uncomfortable, just say the word and I’ll be gone.”


You chew on your bottom lip and pick up your glass. You drain the rest of the clear liquid and it rolls smoothly to the back of your throat. It settles in your stomach and your cheeks begin burn. There are so many things going through your mind but there’s one thought that is louder than the others. You look up at him and boldly meet his gaze.

“Stay,” you say softly.


Toji finishes his drink and smiles.


 

You’re lying on your bed, legs spread wide, rubbing yourself through your panties. Toji is standing at the foot of the bed, watching you with a hungry look in his eyes.


“Keep rubbing, baby,” he says with a wicked grin.


Your cheeks flush but you’re determined to keep going. The vodka has loosened your limbs and you feel a pleasant warmth running throughout your body.

“Look at that wet spot…” Toji says softly. He begins to move onto the bed when suddenly, a phone rings. Toji lets out an impatient little huff but he turns to your armchair where his pants are slung across the back.


You watch as he pulls a cell phone out from one of the pockets. He stares at the screen for a moment before answering the call.


“I’m busy, what do you want?” He asks. He perches the phone in the crook of his neck and continues to watch you. “Hold on,” he says to the person on the other line. He covers the microphone and makes a face. “I don’t remember telling you to stop,” he says.


Your cheeks flush, but you continue to rub yourself, feeling the dampness of your panties against your fingertips.


“Alright, give me an hour, I’ll be there,” Toji says brusquely. He ends the call and drops the phone on the chair.

You frown and prop yourself up on your elbows. “You’re leaving?” You ask.

Toji cocks an eyebrow and makes his way over to you. “Not until I make you come, baby,” he says. He clambers onto the bed and crawls between your legs, gently pushing them apart. He reaches forward and trails his fingers lightly across your panties, skimming them up and down. “So wet already,” he says with a smile. He pulls his hand back and admires his glistening fingertips. “Look at that,” he says softly. He leans in and presses a soft kiss against your cunt through your panties.


His breath is warm and you let out a soft moan, dropping your head back onto your pillow. Your thighs tremble around him as he drags his nose and tongue up and down, teasing you. More than anything you want to feel him inside you, his fingers, his mouth, his tongue. But this feels good too, the dizzying build up.


His head bobs up and down as he licks, sucks and kisses you through your panties. You reach out in desperation, threading your fingers through his hair. You tug slightly, hard enough to drag a dry chuckle out of his lips.


You moan softly. “Toji, please,” you say, your voice trailing off.


“Please what?” He asks. He continues to toy with you, watching as your panties become wetter and wetter.

“Please touch me,” you beg.


Toji hums and gingerly pulls your panty to the side, exposing your pussy. He leans in and presses a soft kiss against your inner thigh.


You shift your hips and lift them eagerly in anticipation.


“Touch you where, baby?” He asks as he kisses your thigh again.

You whine pitifully. He’s enjoying this, you realize, having you like this in front of him, desperate and needy. Begging.

“Inside me, Toji, please…touch me there,” you say, your voice small.


Toji chuckles and ghosts his fingers above your wetness. “I don’t know. It doesn’t sound like you want it enough.”


The words sit at the tip of your tongue. You bite down on your bottom lip and let out a soft groan. “My pussy, Toji, please touch me…” you say.

Toji smiles and nods. “Your wish is my command.” He wastes no time in hooking his fingers along the waistband of your panties. He pulls them down effortlessly and lightly tosses them to the side. He drags his fingers along your slit, up and down, before slowly pushing one in.


“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” Toji says softly.

You moan loudly as he slides his fingers in. You almost clamp your hand over your mouth in embarrassment.

“Tight and hot and wet, fuck,” Toji says. He pushes his finger in further and then stops.


Cheeks flushed, you look at him, begging for some kind of movement. You shift your hips once more, thrusting them upward.

Slowly, Toji begins to move his finger in and out, thrusting it into your wetness. He crooks his finger inside of you, curling it against your innermost spot and you let out a strangled half-sob. He leans forward and presses his mouth against your clit, sucking on the hard bud. He’s surprisingly gentle, flicking it with his tongue, drawing circles around it, slowly at first and then increasing his speed.


“Fuck,” you gasp out. You reach for his hair once more, pulling at it, wanting more.

Toji obliges and slides a second finger inside of you. You feel your walls fluttering and clenching around him as he pumps inside of you, fucking you deeply while he sucks on your clit.

A soft heat begins to build in your body, you can feel it thrumming through your veins. You’re close, and Toji’s tongue is moving as though it has a mind of its own.


“Such a pretty sight, the way you swallow my fingers. What a greedy little cunt you have, princess,” Toji says.


You moan again, chest heaving up and down.


“Wish I could stay here all day, buried in you, fucking this wet pussy, making you come over and over. Will you come on my fingers, baby? I want you to…” he says, his voice trailing off.


You feel tears brimming in your eyes as your body moves closer to your release.


Toji reaches up and squeezes your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. He massages your breast while he flicks his tongue back and forth against your clit.


“Toji I’m…” your voice trails off as you feel your orgasm building. “Please, right there!” You moan. You close your eyes and throw your head back.


“Come for me, baby,” Toji says.


You moan loudly and stifle a sob as you finally fall off the edge. The orgasm hits you, hard, and you squeeze your thighs together. Toji doesn’t stop, and he continues to suck on your clit, drawing your orgasm out even further. Your heart is racing and you throw your arm across your face, breathing hard.


Toji finally stops. He looks up at you and smiles.


“Jesus Christ,” you say as you exhale.

You watch as he licks his lips which are wet with your release.


“You alright?” He asks with a little chuckle.


You nod and then laugh. “Yeah, yeah I’m good. That was…that was amazing…” you say.

His lips curl into a smile and he scoots off the bed.


You watch as he makes his way over to your armchair and he begins to get dressed. There’s something mesmerizing about it - way his muscles ripple as he moves. He pulls on his pants first, and then he slips his black shirt over his head. It fits him like a glove. Somehow, despite it having spent the last couple hours on the floor, it doesn’t seem wrinkled at all. He runs his fingers through his hair, yawns and stretches.

“Did you have fun, kitten?” he asks as he pads over to you.


You pull yourself up to a sitting position, hugging a pillow to your chest. You smile and nod. “I did,” you respond.


He kneels next to the bed and looks up at you.


“What about you?” you ask.


“I always do. I was hungry. And you were delicious,” he says with a wink.


You try not to roll your eyes but you laugh. “Are you sure you don’t want me to return the favor?” you ask.


He sighs and shakes his head. “As much as I would love to, I can’t stay.”

You squeeze the pillow a little tighter and nod. From the start, you knew what this would be, a fling. Something quick and dirty. Something to be savored in the moment and then quickly forgotten. Even though you’ve had the odd one night stand in the past, this one seems to be leaving you with a strange, bittersweet feeling.


“I guess this is goodbye then,” you say with a little smile.


“Aw, don’t look so sad. You’ll make me feel bad.”


“Somehow, I don’t believe that,” you tease.


Toji puts his hand on his chest. “I’m hurt,” he says. He looks at you and smiles. “You know I’m not the kinda guy who stays for breakfast.”


“And I’m not the kinda girl who’ll ask you to stay,” you say with a little wink. Your mind flashes back to the moans that were escaping your lips mere moments ago. You clear your throat and smile at him in an attempt to gather the last remaining scraps of your dignity.


Toji reaches out and absently traces imaginary shapes on your thigh with his finger. “Can I see you again sometime?” He asks without meeting your gaze.


You place your finger under his chin and gently tilt his head up before leaning in for a kiss. “I’d like that,” you whisper.


Toji smiles and kisses you back.


The two of you stare at each other for a few moments and then Toji scrubs the back of his neck with his hand. “I saw a sandwich in the fridge earlier, mind if I take it?” He asks.


You bury your hands in your face to muffle your laughter. “Yes, you can have it,” You respond. You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and you reach for your robe.


“What about the potato salad?” Toji asks as he walks out of the room.


“Knock yourself out,” You say with a snort.

You walk into the kitchen and find him sitting at the island, scarfing down your potato salad. Half of the sandwich is already gone. You sit across from him and cock an eyebrow. “You’re right. You’re not the kinda guy who stays for breakfast. You’re the kinda guy who stays and eats all my left overs.”


He smiles. “Hey, a man’s gotta eat,” he says. “Listen, I was wondering if I could borrow twenty bucks for a cab. I’ll pay you back, I promise,” he says with a sheepish grin.


You laugh and shake your head. Somehow, you can’t quite bring yourself to believe him.


“Yeah. I can do that,” you say with a grin.


Toji looks up at you and smiles.


 

💜AUTHOR POST-NOTES💜

I had so much fun writing this, lmao. Toji is hilarious and I love writing him. I'm kinda sensing another chapter here...I'll see. Anyway, pleaseee let me know what you think!! Comments and kudos are always greatly appreciated!





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