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The man at the bar was jacked. Like. Jacked. And he shouldn’t have looked so– appealing– in just a fucking sweater (at a bar?? wtff??) and I dunno, trackpants? But damn if every single nerve in my body wasn’t screaming to be fucked hard by this stranger.
I wasn’t unattractive or humble by any standard, but that man made my stomach tie up in knots. I sat by him and ordered a drink.
“Hey,” I said, resting my chin on my hand, “Are you from around here?”
He looked at me, as if assessing whether I was a worthy opponent. He had a scar on the corner of his lip, just perpendicular to his mouth.
“Just work,” He said, in a voice that made my knees tremble. I nodded with all the nonchalance I didn’t feel.
“Since you’re here, is your job particularly stressful?” I asked, sipping my drink. His arms were corded with muscle.
“No, I finished it,” He shrugged. I downed the rest of my drink.
“Then what do you say about a distraction?” I gestured to the exit with my thumb, “Wanna go someplace quiet?”
He looked at me in surprise. “Are you sure?”
I just winked and slid off my chair. I didn’t look back to see if he would follow.
***
As I found on our way to the nearest private space, his name was Toji Fushiguro and he was not a man of many words. And also, Toji was an amazing kisser. We didn’t even make it past the door of the room.
I raked my hands through his hair, along his perfect jawline, across the nape of his neck. His hands were on my ass, supporting my weight as my legs wrapped around his waist. He pushed me against him and I moaned into the kiss.
I snaked my arms under his sweater and fuck . His body was so perfect, just toned muscles as hard as rock. He gasped at my touch, his muscles rippling under my touch, my nails tracing his spine.
He threw me on the bed and I landed on my elbows with a squeak, looking up at him. It dawned on me then just how much bigger he was. Just one of his hands spanned the entire length of my waist. I peered at him through my lashes.
He pulled the sweater over his head, throwing it off in a corner. He knelt on the bed, caging me under his body.
“You sure?” He asked, already licking at the hollow of my throat. Fuck, everything about him was making me scream. His sculpted shoulders, the strong arms that pinned me against the bed, the rock hard abs and fuck man, his back. It was a loss for humanity that he had to wear clothes. I finally understood why gods, the epitome of perfection, were so often portrayed nude– it is a sin to hide perfection.
(…Maybe I had too much to drink.)
“Yes,” I replied, pressing my hands against his chest. His pecs rippled when he shifted his weight. He slid my dress off me, throwing it on the floor. I tried to protest but my cries turned into moans when he pushed his fingers into me. Fuck I couldn’t even focus. His hands were so big, I felt full already. But then he added another finger. My back arched off the bed, the sheets fisted in my hands.
“Is that good?” He trailed kisses down the valley of my breasts, all the time keeping his fingers moving. I thought I’d black out from pleasure when he took one breast into his mouth.
“Damn, Toji, that’s– so good– haah ,” I gasped, feeling the flush on my cheeks. He rubbed my clit with his thumb and I closed my eyes, feeling the heat build in me. He kept his hand moving until my thighs tensed around his hand. But then he suddenly withdrew, leaving me gasping for a release that wouldn't come.
"Wh- why?" I whined, rubbing my thighs together for friction, to get back some of that delicious heat that had been building up.
Toji cupped my face with his wet hand. “Focus on me,” He commanded. I opened my mouth to say something and he took the opportunity to push his wet fingers into my mouth. The salty-sweet taste filled my mouth, but I was watching Toji, who was watching my lips. I sucked on his fingers, hard.
“Oh, that’s it, jus’ like that,” He murmured. “Do you want my cock that bad?”
I nodded, not stopping my work on his hand. He grinned wickedly. He pushed his fingers to the very back of my throat and I struggled to breath, almost choking on them. Just as I was about to choke, he removed his fingers. I coughed and sat up, but he pushed me down.
“Stay still, will you?” He said, pulling his cock free. His muscular thighs looked nothing short of marble. He pumped his cock once, stroking languidly from top to bottom. It had to be as long as my forearm, at least. My throat went dry.
A vein traced his huge cock from the base. I knelt forward to touch him but he pushed me again, harder this time.
“Do you like being manhandled?” He asked amusedly.
“I’m starting to think that too,” I muttered. He smirked. “Is that so?”
He slid a hand under my back and flipped me over in one motion. I fell on my stomach with an unflattering squeal.
“Was that neces–” I gasped at his cock nudging at my entrance.
“Shut up,” Toji said, and started driving in.
“There’s no way– you’re gonna fit,” I said breathlessly. He wrapped his hands around my waist. Damn, he was big enough that his fingers overlapped each other on my stomach.
“It’s fine,” He said and drove further in. I felt like I was bursting. He wasn’t even halfway in. I was wet, and that helped a lot, but there was simply– no– space–
“Come on, you can do it,” He purred, moving one hand to play with my clit. My eyes watered at his size, but we could only wait for my body to adjust.
“You’re too much,” I whined, but he slapped my ass. He brought me up against his chest by my neck, one hand wrapping around my stomach.
“Take that cock like a good girl, yeah?” He rammed into me, fully flush with my thighs. I screamed. It hurt but it felt so good . He released me and I fell to all fours, resting my weight on my elbows.
He didn’t immediately start moving, waiting for me to relax. I was clenching around his cock, strangling it.
But fuck, he was so huge, I couldn’t even breathe. My breath came out in ragged pants, and I knew my face was a red, fucked out, mess. I thought I could feel him if I pressed my hand to my abdomen. I tried moving, but his hands had me firmly in their grasp. He grabbed my hips roughly.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” he mumbled, bending over me to reach my ear. His chest was pressed against my sweat-slicked back, and I could feel the power emanating from those muscles. I let out a soft moan, closing my eyes.
He started moving abruptly, with no warning. My eyes flew open when he pulled himself out halfway. I already felt empty, like his cock had carved a space for itself in me. He pounded into me from behind, flesh slapping against flesh, the entire room filling with lewd noises, most of which came from me.
“God– ah fuck– ” I cried out. He didn’t even stutter in his pace. The wet noises echoed in the empty room. My arms burned from the effort of keeping upright, so I fell face first into the bed, baring my ass to Toji.
Shit this position was so much better. I moaned into the pillow. He hit deeper in me than I thought was possible, hitting that one spot with every thrust as he fucked me into the bed.
“Toji–” I screamed, coming so hard I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. He kept pounding into me, reaching for his own release. The bed was creaking in protest.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” He groaned, his grip tightening on my waist. His warm creamy cum welled up inside me, spilling out as he thrusted. The wet sounds were echoing in my mind, along with his guttural moans.
Our release dripped down my thighs, and I was gonna come a second time if he didn’t stop moving. Oh fuckkk–
“That’s it, yeah,” He murmured, when he felt me orgasming around his cock a second time. I couldn't even hear him anymore, I felt his words vibrate through my skin.
He slipped out and fell beside me, panting as hard as I was. Without him holding me up, I sprawled across the bed, spent completely. My thighs were still wet but I was too tired to care.
“G’night,” I managed to say, but I don’t think he heard me.
***
I woke up alone, as expected. It would’ve been a bigger surprise if that guy had stuck around.
Yep, that’s Toji Fushiguro alright.