Oneshot

The party was a real drag, and it had several things go wrong in the process. Your inviter was running terribly late, your dress ripped a little at the side, and the event was filled with nothing but creepy old men. You sat at your table, alone and isolated, downing back your fifth molotov cocktail of the night. And to be completely honest, the intoxication had long gotten to you. Your cheeks were hot and your head was spinning.

You thought tonight could be the night that you find someone who you could get into something serious with. This was nothing like your imagination. Every time you had planned to be a social butterfly, it was shut down by your hesitation and second guessing, and it was frustrating. The more you thought about it, the more you drank. And now you finally felt your juices flowing.

The dim lighting helped your focus a lot more than the busy and social atmosphere of the gathering, but at this point you were out of it. A strange sudden boost of confidence surged through you, and you pushed yourself to your feet, glass in hand. You had no clue what you were about to do, but your embarrassing acts were quickly shut down by a woman who approached you holding a clipboard. 

"Good evening!" She smiles at you as she holds the board out in front of you.

"What's this for?" Your words slurred, taking the pen in hand. She didn't even get a chance to explain before your hand took action before your brain did. Your signature was sloppily etched onto the last slot of the paper.

"Oh it was...To participate in our auction later on tonight...I...Thank you!" She once again didn't get to finish before you decided to stumble away to the bar once again. The clicking of your heels became offbeat against the hardwood floors, catching the attention of the others around you. When you made it to the counter, you leaned against it and rested your head in your arms.

"One...Molotov cocktail please..." Your hand searches through your bag for loose bills.

"I've actually been told to cut you off from the other bartenders." 

The man behind the counter blatantly states, not paying attention to you while he wiped a wine glass dry. You furrow your brow and look up. "What? Look here, I'm grown. Very grown! And I can handle my alcohol, I don't need babysitters!" This caught the attention of everyone around, silencing the crowd. He stopped in his tracks without saying a word. "Yeah, you need proof?"

The man set the glass down and finally turned his attention to you. His gaze and appearance made your stomach churn. The way his eyes hung low, his muscular build, and the way he hovered over you. Your defensiveness immediately went down.

"How immature you're acting is proof enough you don't need another drink. And honestly, I couldn't care any less if you wanted another drink or just wanted to black out. I'm just doing my job because I want a paycheck. You're welcome to leave." He snarkily smiles at you, before turning his head go the side to sweep his black hair out of his face. His word quickly humbled you, and the activities of the party had continued on without you. Even when he went to tend to other attendees of the party, your eyes couldn't even take themselves off of him. He had such a naturally dark aura, and that made you curious about him. His glance darts back to you from the corner of his eyes, and that's when something pinged within you.

"I'm gonna be sick...." You hurriedly scuttle out of the party hall, in desperate search for a bathroom. When you were finally into one, not caring who could see because you left the stall door open, you released your insides into the toilet. The feeling of it was terrible. Your throat burned, and tears began to form in the corner of your eyes. Your senses quickly came back to you during the moment of humility. What were you doing here? Why did you drink so much? Why did that one man have such a strong effect on you? The answers to those questions could not come quicker enough.

After you were done, you cleaned yourself up and dug through your bag for something to get the horrid taste out of your mouth. Luckily, your spare toothbrush and travel-sized toothpaste were still in there from a trip you took months ago. It was better than nothing.

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you tightly gripped the sides of the sink and let out a sigh. "No big deal....No big deal...." You assured yourself, trying your best to calm your already shot nerves.

You left the bathroom and paced your way back to the party hall. It was a scary thought going back down there and receiving stares of critic and disapproval. Most of these people come from leagues way out of your own, and the fact that you embarrassed yourselves in front of them really didn't sit well with you. Or maybe you were just making a big deal out of nothing.

"Where the hell were you?" Your friend (or invitee) Satoru condemns you by the door, causing your stomach to churn when you jump. You push past him with your arms closed and a frown displayed upon your face. "I should be asking you that."

"What do you mean?" He follows closely behind you, leveling his head with yours.

"I'm telling you I've been here for over an hour." You explain as you pull him aside by the arm. "And I've embarrassed myself. I got drunk and yelled at the bartender."

"Oh that was you everyone's talking about? You need to take a chill-pill. Getting so worked up over everything, drunk or not. Just have fun."

"Fun? At a place like this?" Your hand instinctively pulled your bag close to your side. "I feel very judged. Everyone's judgy."

You hadn't even realized that the hissing at each other caused even more stares from the tables surrounding you. Gojo takes a look around and charmingly smiles and waves at everyone. "Hi...Hi...Uhh.." He looks back at you. "I have to go talk to some people in the back...I'll come speak with you after the main event."

When he walked away from you, you tilted your head in confusion. Were you not already at the main event? In hindsight, it would've been better to gather more information about the party you so heavily prepared for, but honestly you wouldn't have ever went if it weren't for Satoru and his constant prodding. He had the tendency to do things like that.

After you snapped out of your confusion, you took a seat at the bar once again, but this time you were in desperate need of hydration. "One water, ple-" Your request was cut off by the sound of a glass knocking against the wood of the counter.

"Have you come to your senses yet?" The man from before leans in front of you with his chin rested in his palm. You slide the glass your way and take a sip from the straw, trying to muster up the courage for an apology. Although he was acting nice now, he still intimidated you. He was handsome, his body was perfect, and the scars that you could see on him made him rugged and even more handsome. Your own thoughts of this stranger embarrassed you, but it also made you think of how your friend told you to be a little more spontaneous a while ago. Or when Satoru, not even five minutes ago told you to have fun. Getting to know the guy wouldn't do any harm.

"Can I get your name?"

"Toji." He responds while he watches the crowd of people leave their tables and gather around the stage in the far corner of the party hall. You cleared your throat and straightened your posture.

"Toji, I apologize for lashing out on you earlier. I was drunk, and I believe we got off on the wrong foot." You announce to him, as loud as your voice could allow you to. Toji grins and flutters his eyes to you. "You're an anxious something, aren't you?"

"A little.." You slouch back down.

"No worries, I accept your apology. I've dealt with worse. Glad you're okay. I never caught your name, though?" He turns back around to organize glasses and bottles, as if the bar was shutting down soon. You respond with your name, eyes tracing the line of his body while he mindlessly worked.

"So how'd you get caught working for such a snobby event like this one?"

Toji lets a snicker escape. "Well I wasn't lying when I said I work for a paycheck. I needed a job, I had a bartending license..." He bends down towards you and whispers. "And truthfully, these snobs pay quite well. They have no idea how to tip, though."

You scoff and look over at the crowd. "Something to expect, honestly. Do you know what's going on tonight? My friend didn't explain to me."

"The white-haired guy? I thought that was your boyfriend."

"No..No...I'm single. He's not my type."

"Single, eh?" Toji unties his apron from behind and removes it from around his neck. "It's an auction. But like, a date auction. You win, that person spends three dates with you."

The whole statement caught you off guard. So off guard that the water you were drinking dripped from your nose. You couldn't believe that Gojo invited you to such a sketchy, or even promiscuous type of event. Forced you, even.

"You don't seem to like the idea?" He smirks. "The money goes to donation. Well some of it. I've gotta go, catch you later."

He walks off without another word. There you were at the bar, alone, listening to Satoru's voice boom from the microphone. Him being the face of this event suddenly all felt too fitting, it was surprising how you couldn't predict this days ago.

You had no interest in participating in something like this, even though you signed the papers for it. Shyly, you decided to watch from afar. You saw women and men alike desperately calling out their highest bids for the beautiful men and women that stood upon the stage. Satoru was taken in seconds. A smile couldn't help plague your face at the high tension in the room. It seemed like such a ridiculous idea in your mind, there was no understanding as to why anyone would volunteer themselves like this.

That was until you saw the black-haired bartender from before saunter across the stage, introducing himself at the microphone. A strange sense of jealousy overtook your body. Your face became quickly heated. Knowing nothing but the name of this stranger, you had no right feeling the way you did at the thought of someone else doing whatever they pleased with him.

Your chest heaved up and down as you heard the prices of him hastily go up, along with the chattering of people admiring the same features as you had when you studied him.

"Fifty-Five hundred!"

"Six thousand!"

The prices wouldn't stop coming in. The only thing that made you more upset was the cheeky grin on Toji's face as he witnessed the crowd fight over him with money. He seemed beyond amused.

Something took over you when you saw all of this go down. You picked up the last numbered sign on the table and raised it in the air, disregarding the rules of the auction.

"Fifteen thousand!"

You had no idea why you had shouted such a large number. It would cost you ages to make that kind of money back. How stupid.

Your bid caused a wave of gasps to come over the crowd, and soon silence settled.

"Going once...Going twice.....Sold! For fifteen thousand to....Y/N?!" Gojo peers at you over the rim his blacked out shades. Your cheeks turned hot from the same stares you received earlier tonight. At this point, you couldn't tell which situation was more embarrassing.

•••

Silence befell upon the both of you the entire car. You hadn't a singular clue what to do with a man you literally had just bought. Something about the whole situation felt wrong, but you felt guilty for being relieved about him being yours. Three days with him? You two barely made it through half a night. You'd have to face him eventually, you just didn't know how you would.

"Fifteen thousand....Wow..." He rests the back of his head on his hands as he stares out of the window. "You must reeeally like me." He teases.

"Don't flatter yourself." You murmur, turning up the radio. His hand covers yours, turning it back down. "I only get forty-five percent of it, but man that's a good chunk. What do you want to do? Dinner?"

You scoff at him, quickly snatching your hand back to the steering wheel. "What, did money get you in the mood or something?"

Toji smiles, bobbing his head to the faint music playing. "Hey, don't be mad at me, you paid for my time. Honestly, I'd be lying if I said it didn't."

You shift in your seat, not taking your eyes from the road. Your breath hitched as you felt his eyes burning holes right through you. "S...Seat warmers?" You chuckled through nervous breaths. In the corner of your eye, you saw his hand move over the console of the car. His large hand took a grip of the inside of your exposed thigh, throwing you off and causing you to swerve a little.

"H-Hey!" You blurt.

"Do I turn you on, Y/N? Do you think I haven't been noticing you ogling at me all night? I have eyes on the back of my head."

The wave of embarrassment came crashing over you once again. You hadn't thought of it like that, but maybe that's what it was. Why you were intimidated by him, and why you couldn't keep your eyes off of him. Toji absolutely did turn you on, it was just your naivety blinding you.

He chuckles at turns away, moving his hand from your thigh. You protested. "W..Why'd you move?"

"Ah...You liked that. Sorry." Toji moves his hand back to the same spot, his grip even tighter from before. You absentmindedly shift your leg toward him, leaving yourself open. His hand slides higher, with his pinky flicking at the trim of your lace lingerie. You hadn't a clue what you were doing with this stranger in your car, but a part of you was anxious to see what would happen next. This was the type of spontaneity you needed in your life.

Toji moves his hand once again, but this time, closer to your sweet spot. He ran his finger up and down your folds over your underwear. You got hot from his teasing, and it made it nearly impossible to focus on the road.

"You don't mind me touching you like that, do you?"

You shake your head without a word, letting him continue to do what he wanted. A hum of pleasure escapes from you when he pressed down on your sensitive bud. "You're already so wet..." He hushes out, pushing your panties to the side to let his fingers resume their work. His fingers rolled against your wetness, and you threw your head back, quickly snapping your eyes back to the road.

"I'd be safer if we stopped somewhere, you think?" He suggests without looking away from the hand that was skillfully toying with you. You couldn't agree more. Your eyes scanned the streets for a hotel, and when you found one, you thought you couldn't drive any faster than you already were.

The two of you quickly exited the car and Toji checked you in, his hand roaming over your ass behind the counter while the attendee collected the room keys. Room 5-C.

You both made haste on the way to the elevator, where Toji pushed you against the wall and lifted you up by the back of your thighs. He planted kisses all over your neck and collarbone, and finally made his way to your lips where he roughly pressed his against yours. Everything he did, he did with such force. That turned you on beyond belief. When he went back to your neck, you look at the corner of the elevator, where you found a camera pointed directly at the two of you. "Oh my..." You softly fade as he pulled you by the hand off the elevator and to your room.

You wasted no time trying to peel clothes off of each other, bumping into walls and tripping over each other's feet. You both fell on the bed, lips attacking each other as Toji hoisted himself above you. He stands back up and pulls his shirt off, messing up his hair in the process. There, you saw him on full display. You watched him from the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows.

Toji was beyond attractive. Right now, it was almost as if he was in his natural element. He knew what he was doing, and it felt a little calculated. Or as if he had done this countless times before. As embarrassing as your brain made it feel, his experience, that made you feel inferior to him, made you want to give him your everything. You wanted to be the best to him, make him feel good, make him never forget you.

The large male grabs your hand and guides it to the bulge that seemed as if it was about to escape from his pants. He motions your hand up and down, letting a groan exert from his throat.

"Look what you did to me...You think I'm worth all that? Let me show you how much you're worth now..." Toji bends back down to you, unzipping your dress and leaving kisses all the way down to your panties. He leaves wet kisses and bites on your nipples, making you squeak from beneath him. His hands form a tear in your lace, and he brings them back up to pin your legs back to the bed. You were now powerless against him. His muscular arms held you down when he plants his entire mouth on your pussy. It was clear he had no idea what 'taking his time' meant.

You moan out against the back of your hand when he shakes his head side to side, his lips brisk against your clit. Toji's tongue curls down to your hole, and rapidly enters you. You weren't sure how much more of this you could take. The tension in your lower stomach was built up beyond its capacity. "To...ji..." You groan and take a fistful of his ebony locks. Your back arching up from the bed. Before you knew it, your orgasm overtook your body, and Toji felt your walls clamping down on his tongue, but that didn't stop him.

He continues to glide his tongue all over your wetness while you try to escape from his hold on you. Nothing worked, he was too strong, and along with your orgasm weakening you, the new one coming up would truly render you powerless. "I'm cumming again..." Your eyes roll, unable to keep focus of the magic he was casting on you.

The amount of feelings coursing through you became incomprehensible. Your hips roll up to his mouth to get what you want, but he plants a hard smack to your ass that could leave a mark on anyone. You whine in frustration when he stops. "You rushed me...Bad, bad girl.." He chuckles down, and at the same time unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants. "On your knees."

And you obeyed. You leveled yourself at his waist and slowly slid down his underwear. He groans once again at the feeling of the fabric coming down his inches. "Fuck..." He curses, and his cock springs out. His size surprised you. There was no way you could take something like that in you. "No hands." He demands, and again, you obey.

You lick the precum off of his tip, and use what's left of it as a slip to guide your mouth as far as you could on his length. He grins down at you struggling to take you into his mouth. You could tell that wouldn't be the only thing you'd struggle with. When you swirled your tongue around his dick, you could notice that he was growing impatient. Toji hold the sides of you head, slamming you down on him when he forces his hips to you rapidly.

You gagged at every touch to the back of your throat, and exhales at every separation. You felt your head begin to spin at his pace and aggressiveness, so your hands latched on to the back of his thighs so you could once again gain composure. A mixture of his precum and you never ending buildup of saliva slid down your chin, and he used that to push his way further down your throat. It was so painful, but in such a good way. The way he watched the tears in your eyes with an evil grin made him seem super sadistic.

"Ahh...Good girl...You're doing so good, y'know?" He moans, the pattern of his pace becoming mismatched. His hold on your head finally let up, and that's when you pulled yourself away from him, your saliva stringing from his pulsating cock. You had to take a minute to breathe after all of that. It eventually became too much to handle and process.

He lifts you up by your arms off the bed and holds you close to them. He detected you had become weak in the knees because of him.

"I have a feeling you've never done something like this before..." He begins, turning your body around so you could face yourself in the mirror hanging from the closet door. "You see how pretty you look? I bet you'd look even prettier watching yourself get pounded by me..."

"Yeah?" You manage you get out before he uses his hand to guide your lips to his. Toji inches the both of you closer to the mirror, pressing your body against the cold surface that caused goosebumps to form all over your body. As much as you wanted to, you just couldn't look at yourself in this state. Seeing yourself doing such an act made you flustered. "That won't do..You have to look, see?" Toji grabs you by your hair and forces your head straight. You look yourself in the eyes, your cheeks and body becoming hot. "So pretty, right?"

Before you could respond, you slowly slides his dick inside of you, and gives you time to adjust to his size. You wince and moan against the glass, your sigh causing the mirror to fog. You instinctively hoist yourself onto your tippy-toes to give him better leeway inside you. It wasn't long before he began slamming himself in and out of you, the grin never wiping away from his face.

He pins one of your hands the mirror and another behind your back while he pounds into you, his hard cock hitting your sweet spot at every pump. You tightened yourself around him and held onto his thumb behind your back — it was the only thing you could grab on to.

"Oh my...Fuck!" Your words began to turn into in-cohesive babbles, which then turned into harmonious moaning. Toji kisses your shoulder and then your neck, not taking his eyes off of your reflection in the mirror, where you looked like you were in pure ecstasy.

"You like that, don't you?" The male grunts into your ear, continuing to shove his cock deep inside of you. You felt your stomach bulge out from his length. The feeling of him inside of you made you feel complete, as if he was meant to be there. The burning from his cock stretching you out slowly began to turn into pleasure as you produced more juices. His thrusting became slippery, and he completely caught you off guard when he lowered his hand to your pussy and circled his middle finger around your clit.

"I love it..." You mumble out, as your cheek was pressed against the mirror. Your knees below you began to buckle and your legs were wobbly. You were so close to your second orgasm, you could taste it. "Toji...I'm cumming again..."

Toji was quickly to take action by pulling out of you and flipping you around, lifting you off your feet and pressing your back against the mirror. He slowly thrusting up back inside of you. "I want you to look at me when you cum, okay?"

You nod in response. Now frustrated about your denial, you begin to roll your hips into his. He presses his lips onto yours, sucking at your bottom lip and swirling his tongue all around your mouth. It got to the point where he was full-on sucking on your tongue, swapping his saliva with yours and dripping the remnants back in your mouth. The kiss made you lightheaded. He held onto your jaw with one hand, fixing your face in front of his. His stare in your eyes made you weak, and the pleasure from below became all too much. A word couldn't even escape your lips as your walls pulsated around him, overcoming you with pleasure as his thrusts stayed consistent.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your hands grab onto his arms for closure. The fire that had been ignited in you was finally satiated. You throw your head back, resting it on the mirror behind you, but Toji hadn't stopped for you. He kept going, allowing you to ride out your orgasm.

He places a kiss on your neck, his grunts and whimpers in your ear becoming more frequent. "I'm gonna cum, and I want you to take it...All down your throat..." Toji places you down on the bed, and you shakily get on your knees once again to take his length in your mouth. He rakes his fingers through your hair and ends it with a grip. You tasted yourself on his dick, and the taste itself was intoxicating. Your cum was now being used as lube to slide himself back in your mouth. Your throat now raw from the previous blowjob and moaning, you had trouble adjusting back to the way his cock hit the back of it.

"Good....Good girl...." He growls lowly, his chest rapidly going up and down as he came close to his climax. You braces yourself, and it wasn't long before is hot cum filled your mouth and slid down your throat. He moans into the air, still fucking your face and working his seed into your mouth. When you finally pull away from him, he kisses you on your mouth and pulls you on top of him on the bed.

"That's just night one, right?"