12 Days of Christmas (2022) || JJK

9 | Nine Ladies Dancing

Pairing: Fushiguro Toji x f!Reader

Prompt: You're volunteering at the local homeless shelter on Christmas, despite the cold, you don't really want to go home afterwards.

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"Please ma'am, I want some more," one of the men you had already served walks over to you, holding out his bowl.

"What?" You ask, not having been paying attention, staring off in the distance not wanting the night to end.

"Please, can I have some more."

"Oh, absolutely!" You respond, a wide smile beaming at him as you use the ladle to scoop more soup into his dish.

This year for the holidays you decided to volunteer at a local homeless shelter, serving food for those in need. It's not something you've traditionally done in the past, but for some reason, this year it just felt right. Like it was calling out to you.

You've always enjoyed helping others, and offering your time during Christmas this year hasn't changed that. In fact, you've spent the week leading up to Christmas baking all sorts of goodies to bring along with you - to make sure everyone who shows up is able to get their fill.

You do, however, also have to acknowledge the fact that you don't mind spending your time here, helping others, because going home is lonely. Especially this time of year. At least while you're here, you get to have some form of human connection and conversation with those around.

"Sir, you can't come back here, this is for volunteers only," you tell an absolute mountain of a man who walks past the threshold, behind the counters. He has tousled black hair, piercing green eyes and a scar that starts at the bottom of his chin, ending just above his lip. Notably missing his shoes.

"I am a volunteer, babe. Names Toji." He winks, voice deep, playful, immediately sending a shiver down your spine.

Your cheeks heat as you mumble an apology to him, he smirks, a deep chuckle erupting from his chest as he comes to stand by you, grabbing a ladle, helping the next person in line.

"What brings a pretty little thing like you here?" He asks curiously, you look up to him, neck craned all the way back because he's so fucking tall. Looks like trouble too, with the scar on his lip, the teasing eyes and devilish grin.

"Just felt like helping those in need," you're scooping more soup into a woman's bowl as she looks over the man standing next to you, "what about you?"

"Oh, just this and that." He responds generically.

"Well now I really want to know."

He grins wider, "if you say so, Princess. Stole some money from a collection basket in church. The priest said he wouldn't press charges if I did community service."

"Wow, you really have no shame do you?" He's crazy obviously, probably dangerous too. But damn if he isn't so fucking sexy, his eyes looking you up and down proving he has no shame.

Clearly you don't either judging by the wet spot on your panties from just talking to him for a few minutes.

"Wanna find out?" His voice is somehow lower than before, he's closer than you thought too, smells like vanilla rum and spices.

You laugh, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, "I'm... intrigued to say the least."

Toji's charming, in his own way, telling you about the high risk gambling he does from time to time, though you suspect it's more frequent than he's letting on. He's also funny, keeps you smiling and laughing all night until you find yourself pressed against the trunk of your car, his tongue pushed halfway down your throat.

And then he spins you around, pushing his hard length into your ass as he leans over, kisses down your neck as he swiftly unbuttons your pants, slipping his fingers into the waistband of your panties.

"Here?" You ask breathlessly..

He laughs; it's deep, throaty and sends a jolt to the apex of your thighs, lifting you onto the trunk of your car so he doesn't have to bend down as far. Your pants are at your ankles, bent over with your glistening pussy exposed to him.

"Fuck, look at you. So needy," he runs his fingers between your folds, "good thing I'm in such a giving mood today."

He slips two thick fingers into your pussy and you're moaning, in no position to argue with him when it feels this good already. He's curling his fingers, his thumb tracing small circles on your clit, his other large hand pushing you down so your cheek is squished against your rear window, giving him a better view.

You squeal and clench around him when you feel something wet, unexpected at your other entrance. His tongue glides over your other hole, flicking it several times as his fingers continue to pump in and out of you, hitting all the right spots.

You'd be arching your back if it weren't for his large hand keeping you in place as his fingers speed up, continues tongue fucking you within an inch of your life.

And it's too much, he's too much - a thief, dangerous in ways you couldn't imagine, and you're coming undone at lighting speed because of him, walls spasming and fluttering around him harder than you've ever done before.

"Oh - oh my god - yes!" You're shaking, coming down from your high as he pulls away, undoing his own pants and pulling them down, hand still on your back to keep you planted face down, ass up for him.

"Goddamn," he hisses, running the head of his cock through your folds as you gasp, feeling how large he is. He's pushing in slowly, his other hand gripping your waist hard, bound to leave bruises until he grows impatient, slamming into you until he's fully sheathed.

And he really starts to fuck you, not giving you time to adjust to him as he snaps his hips into the plush of your ass relentlessly, viciously. It's almost enough to make you forget you're in a dirty back alley of a warehouse where you were both just volunteering, but the loud wet slaps of your arousal in the small space reverberating off the walls is a constant reminder.

"Fuck - nngh - you like this don't you?" He's leaning over you now, the weight of his large, muscular body eclipsing your own, "you're fuckin' filthy - come on, give daddy another."

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, drooling onto your rear window that's bound to freeze if it gets cold enough overnight, you're trying to moan out a slew of yes' and pleases but they just come out as strangled moans as your pussy tightens around him, squeezes him for all he's worth.

"Gonna put a fuckin' baby in you," he's growling, lips pressed to your ear as he fucks into you impossibly faster, harder, in a way those nice men you've dated in the past wouldn't dare, "gonna fill you so fuckin' full of me."

His hips falter as he thrusts two, three times before he's buried in as deep as he can go, letting out a strangled breathy moan as his release absolutely floods your insides.

There are a few moments of panting before he takes a deep breath, lifting up and pulling out with a wince before running his hand through his raven hair, "mind if I crash at your place for a few days. Just till after the Holidays."

"Yeah," you're still trying to catch your breath, lifting off the back of the car with shaky arms and legs, "stay as long as you like."

At least you won't be alone for Christmas this year.