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enemies toji fushiguro

summary you can talk back all you want, but toji knows how to shut you up

warning nsfw!, rough!toji, dom!toji, mean!toji, degradation kink, toji calling the reader names, spanking, hatefucking, overstimulation, fingering, enemies with benefits, toji being arrogant, afab reader, sub!reader

“you always this fucking annoying?” toji growls as he presses your chest against the wall of your apartment. you’ve been going at it all day and toji’s had enough of your smart mouth. 

you laugh dryly and look over your shoulder.  “maybe if you weren’t such a piece of shit, i wouldn’t have to be” you retort. the words come out sharp, laced with venom that only fuels the fire between you two. toji’s attitude, his arrogance, has been getting on your nerves all day, and your patience has finally snapped.

the smirk that tugs at his lips is anything but amused. it's dark, and it only makes your blood boil more. 

“you always have something to say, don’t you?” his voice is a low growl in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. he pulls your hair back, forcing your face to the side so he can see your expression. “you think you can run your mouth and not get what’s coming to you?”. 

you try to push against him, but his weight is overpowering, his body a solid wall of muscle that you can’t move. “fuck you, toji” you spit, anger burning through your veins.

“oh, you’ll get that too” he promises, his free hand moving down to roughly yank your pants down to your thighs. his palm lands hard on your ass with a crack, the sting immediate and sharp, drawing a gasp from your throat. “but first, you need to learn some respect”. 

another slap, harder this time, and you jump at the feeling. as much as it stings, it also excites you.

you bite your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing another sound from you. but he knows. he can feel the way your body jerks with every touch. he can feel the heat pooling between your legs even as you fight it. you’re at his mercy, and the worst part is that some twisted part of you wants it—needs it. the anger, the violence, the degradation. it’s the only way to burn through the hate you both feel.

toji grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “you want this so bad. acting like you don’t, but your body’s screaming for it” he sneers. 

you glare up at him, refusing to give in, but the way he’s looking at you makes your knees weak. he knows exactly how to break you down, and he enjoys every second of it.

“you always talk so much shit” he growls, his voice rough as he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “but when it comes down to it, you’re just a brat who needs to be put in her place.” he yanks your head back, forcing you to arch for him. “isn’t that right?”. 

his hand comes down again with more force, the impact leaving your skin burning. each slap is more punishing than the last, and yet, with every strike, you feel yourself slipping further into the twisted pleasure of it.

“is that all you got?” you ask, your voice breathless but dripping with defiance. you know you’re provoking him, pushing him to his limit, but you don’t care. you want it. you need to feel him snap.

he leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear, voice rumbling deep in his chest. “oh, sweetheart” he mocks. “you’re just asking for it now”. toji chuckles darkly, low and deep, a sound that sends a strange mix of heat and fury rushing through you. 

your skin is on fire, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he delivers blow after blow. the pain blends with pleasure, your body responding in ways you don’t want to admit. you bite your lip to hold back your moans of pleasure, to keep from giving him the satisfaction of hearing you break. it’s the way he’s controlling you, dominating you, that makes your head spin.

toji presses his body against yours, trapping you completely between the wall and his overwhelming presence. "you're all bark, no bite" he mutters, voice almost casual, but his eyes burn into you. he’s daring you to prove him wrong.

your skin is hot under your palms. "you’re the one who’s all talk" you taunt, though your breath hitches. toji leans in to plant a sharp bite to your neck. he isn’t gentle—he never is. his teeth sink into your skin just enough to hurt, marking you, claiming you, in the most violent way possible. you hate that your body responds to him. 

“keep pushing” toji warns, his voice dark and dangerous as his hand trails down to grip your ass roughly. “you’ll see how much talk i am”. 

another slap, sharp and loud, makes you gasp. you don’t answer, and that only spurs him on. his hand comes down again, and again, the blows harder, more punishing with each strike. toji knows you too well. he can feel the way your hips involuntarily move back against him, the way your legs twitch with every slap. he chuckles darkly, his hand stilling for a moment before he leans over you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “i bet you’re dripping right now, aren’t you?”. 

he doesn’t wait for an answer. his fingers slide between your thighs, and the noise he lets out when he feels how wet you are sends a shiver down your spine. “fucking knew it” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “you act like you don’t want this, but you’re just a needy little slut, aren’t you?”. 

his words make your stomach twist, shame and desire mixing together that leaves you dizzy. you hate that he’s right. you hate that your body betrays you like this every time.

he rubs the pads of his fingers against your clit in circles. “look how desperate you are. so fucking wet for me already” he teases you. 

a moan escapes your lips despite yourself, your body reacting to his touch even as your mind screams at you to resist. but it’s impossible. the way he’s touching you, the roughness, the control—it’s everything you crave. your body always reacts to him. even though you can’t stand each other, there’s something about the hate between you that makes him great in bed.

he doesn’t ease into it, pumping his fingers into your hole. his fingers are enough to stretch you out, making you crave more of him. 

“toji!” you gasp, your breath catching as he inserts his thick fingers inside you without warning. the sudden stretch makes your body tense, hips instinctively pushing back against him. his fingers pump relentlessly, stretching you in a way that makes you crave more—more of him, more of this intensity. each stroke is deliberate, filling you with an aching need as his fingers curl inside you.

toji’s lips curl into a sneer, his voice cutting through the haze in your mind. his hand moves faster, fingers plunging deep and stretching you wide, the slick sound of your arousal filling the room. “being so obedient now and all i had to do was shove my fingers inside you” toji laughs, voice thick with satisfaction as he watches your body respond. afab readerbitting, ssub!reader, you want to scream at him, to throw another insult his way, but the words dissolve into nothing as his fingers curl inside you, brushing against that spot that makes your legs tremble. the pace is brutal—no tenderness, no teasing—just rough, unforgiving strokes that have you writhing. your body arches, a strangled moan escaping your lips before you can stop it. your walls clench around his fingers involuntarily, and his smirk only deepens.

you try to bite back another moan, the heat in your core building with every punishing thrust of his fingers, but it’s useless. the friction, the way his fingers stretch you, the filthy words spilling from his mouth—all of it feels so good.

“come on, sweetheart” he encourages you, his fingers brushing against that spot in a way that makes you gasp. “give it to me. i know you’re close”.

your body trembles, caught between the need to resist and release. it’s humiliating, the way he’s in total control, the way he’s reduced you to this—desperate and teetering on the edge of your high so quickly.

but as much as you hate it, you know he’s right. you’re close. so damn close. and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

your hands press against the wall, nails digging into the plaster as you lose control. your orgasm overpowers you, every muscle in your body tensing as you come undone around his fingers. toji’s hand doesn’t slow, milking every last tremor from you as you convulse around him. it’s intense, almost too much, but he doesn’t care. he keeps pushing, keeps taunting, wanting you to lose yourself completely.

you slump against the wall, trying to catch your breath, but toji’s not done with you yet. he grabs you, bringing you toward the couch and pushing your chest against it. your head spins, but the fire in his eyes and the roughness in his grip send a thrill through your already exhausted body. he’s not giving you a chance to recover. he’s going to use you and you’re going to let him.

“you gonna behave now?” he taunts as he wastes no time shoving his cock into you, stretching you and filling you completely. you can’t help the cry that rips from your throat as he sets a punishing pace, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. his grip on your hips is bruising, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fucks you with no mercy.

“oh, you like that, don’t you?” he growls, his voice rough with exertion. “you like being treated like this. like the little whore you are”. your vision blurs as his words hit you, each degrading insult sending another wave of heat straight to your core. you want to deny it, but the words are lost in your throat. 

your mouth hangs open, gasping for air, as you take all that he gives you. every thrust of his hips feels like it's pulling you apart, a relentless rhythm that leaves you helpless against the pleasure building deep inside you. toji’s pace is brutal, unrelenting, and all you can do is surrender to him.

you reach a hand back to push against his abs as you hear the sound of your skin slapping together. toji tisks and leans into you, his chest pressing against your back as he wraps his bicep around your neck in a headlock. “c’mon, you’re a big girl” he teases, his voice low and dripping with condescension. “you can take it. you always do”.

you moan, gripping his forearm and bicep and digging your nails into the hard muscle as you tighten around him. he pulls you back against him while nipping at the skin where your neck and shoulder meet.

“toji” you whimper. your heart races, pounding against your chest as you feel the heat of his breath against you. he thrusts deeper at the sound of your voice, hitting a spot that makes your vision blur. a groan escapes you, and your grip tightens on his arm. your body arches against him, instinctively pushing back for more.

“taking me so well– shit” his whispers against your skin. toji takes what he wants. his grip on you is bruising, his pace relentless, each stroke driving you closer to your high. he’s thrusting into you hard and fast. it’s brutal, and it’s exactly what you want—what you need. your breath is ragged, your body trembling as you try to hold onto whatever shred of control you have left. the way he’s pounding into you, the way he’s talking to you, degrading you, it’s too much. you can feel yourself breaking, and you hate him for it, for knowing exactly how to push you to the edge.

“i hate you” you manage to gasp out, though the words are weak, broken by the pleasure coursing through you. your trembling voice betrays the lie in your words. 

he hums, low and cruel, his grip tightening as he fucks you harder. “no you don’t. you fucking love this”. he punctuates his words with sharp thrusts. 

your walls tighten around him again, another orgasm tearing through you so violently you can’t make a sound. your nails dig deep into whatever they can find—his forearm, the cushions beneath you—as every muscle goes rigid. your eyes squeeze shut from the overwhelming intensity of your release.

but toji doesn’t stop.

even as you ride out the high, he keeps going, his relentless thrusts pushing you past the point of no return. the overstimulation is maddening, every touch making you whimper and moan for him. you’re shaking, helpless as you drip onto the floor beneath you.

you hate him. you hate him so much.

but as you stand there, trembling, raw, and exposed, you know you’ll end up right back here again.

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creds: @elryisia

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