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𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 | toji fushiguro

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your ex-husband bringing the kids over for trick-or-treating is one thing; him wanting to spend the night at your place is another. But it's just for the night. There's no way one night can rekindle some old feelings...right?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader is around their mid-30s - Tsumiki (age 11) and Megumi (age 10) - mutual pining - kissing/makeout sessions - unprotected sex - Daddy kink - breast sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - spooning + mating press - cervix fucking - breeding kink - praise - clitoral play (pressing and grinding) - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie, sweet thing) - you and Toji have been divorced for five years - cameos: Gojo, Utahime and Mei Mei - mention of drool/spit and tears - humor bc I'm [not] funny.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.6k (....dawg.)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy Halloween, everyone!! so, randomly missed writing ex-husband! toji bc it's lowkey my favorite, soooo yeah, this is what we're doing to celebrate the end of the month! anywho, happy October, beautiful ppl, and tysm for reading my works!! Alsooo, ty for 2.8k!!!

“Trick-or-treat!!”

“Gasp—Oh my goodness!”

“We came to celebrate Halloween! Also, Megumi forgot his toothbrush here again.”

Opening your door to children at the sunset of Halloween day isn’t out of the ordinary or anything special. However, it’s always a pleasant surprise when it’s two kids you hold dear to your heart. You greet them with a hug, two siblings you know too well to say you’re acquainted with. If anything, you’re practically family.

The raven-haired brother, referred to as Megumi, speaks up. “It’s not my fault! Dad was rushing me last time.”

“Because you had to bring your stuffed animals last time, holding us back for your baseball practice.” Tsumiki, the older sister, snapped back. The two argue amongst themselves in front of you as you try to mediate. It’s no avail until another voice comes to the fray.

“All right, chill out, you two.” The voice belonged to the person approaching the porch stairs, your eyesight capturing the familiar figure walking up with two duffle bags. The one standing tall before you was the father of the children, Toji Fushiguro. Who’s also known as your one and only former husband. “Get inside and finish y’r homework, or else we’re goin’ back home.”

The siblings stop bickering and head inside, taking off their shoes at the foyer and walking upstairs. Now that they’re gone, you turn to the man with the jet-black hair, his viridian orbs focused on you. The weather was chilly, so the man wore his usual dark denim jacket over his plain black sweatshirt, matching his jeans. “You look good, big guy. What’s in the bags?”

He greets you with a curled lip, and the scar on the side of his lip lifts. “Picked them up from their after-school sports, so it’s their sports gear and costumes for tonight. Mind helpin’ me here?”

“Hmmm,” you merge your facial expressions to that of faux pondering, turning your back to Toji. “Nah, can’t. Got dinner to finish making.”

“Hmph, should’ve known.” He makes his way through between you and the front door. “Wouldn’t wanna break your pretty nails carrying heavy shit, huh, princess?”

You glare at him using the nickname, hating his patronizing gaze. “From what I remembered, you would never let me carry the heavy stuff because you thought I was too fragile and easy to break. So how about that, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor?”

“Really? I don’t remember sayin’ all that before. You must’ve put me in a spell.”

“Probably, I’ve been told I’m quite cute~.”

“Mmm, nah, more like an old hag of a witch.” Toji barks a laugh at your offended reaction, and he immediately ducks and heads for the stairs when you throw a sandal at him.

“At the very least, say I’m a cute witch, fucker.” You say the final word under your breath, grabbing the sandal you threw and heading back to the kitchen.

To say you and Toji were acquainted with one another would be the biggest understatement of the century. The two of you met a decade ago, fell madly in love, and married within a year of the relationship. When you tied the knot, Tsumiki had to have been two years old, and Megumi just turned one year old. You two had been together for four years after that, and you could confidently say those were one of [if not THE] best years of your life. You often second-guessed yourself being in a relationship with someone who had children, fearing that they wouldn’t like you or ignore you.

However, those worries were blown right away as the days went by. Every time you spent time with the children brought you three closer than ever; it was to the point that they saw you as their mother. How sweet! And there’s no denying that Toji loved you. The man would break someone’s nose for you — yes, it happened before, and it wasn’t pretty — for you were his sweet little thing that kept him going.

Well, if it was so great, why the divorce? Let’s just say you weren’t Toji’s first love. That title would have to be awarded to the Megumi’s mother. Even in her unfortunate passing, you can tell that Toji loved that woman like no other. It didn’t make you jealous or anything, seeing the man you love still mourn for a dead woman. Hell, you’d probably do the same if you were him. But, you can’t lie; it felt like you were cast over a “shadow” when it came to her influence. It was damn near suffocating to bear, especially in those four years of marriage. So, for your sake and his aching heart, you pulled him aside and suggested a divorce. And Toji didn’t fight you on the proposition, signing the papers and setting you free from the thick air.

Although things ended between you two, that didn’t mean things stopped being what they were. If anything, it was as if nothing happened at all. Even if you still don’t live under the same roof, you still make time to hang with the Fushiguros, whether invited to some occasion or exchange phone calls or texts to check up on them. Even now, five years after your separation, it warms your heart knowing that you get to interact with the people you care about.

There are moments you find yourself missing living under the same roof with all three of them and living alone can be pretty lonely. But all in all, as long as they’re comfortable and trust you enough to be around, there’s no need to change things up again. Like right now — the four of you sit at the dinner table eating before the kids go off trick-or-treating.

“Are you going to trick-or-treat with us, Y/n?” The brown-haired child sitting next to you asks while finishing up her dinner.

“Sorry, not this time, gotta be at a Zoom meeting for my job in a few minutes. But I do have someone else to take my place. Gojo will be here at around—Why are you two making that face?” You stop mid-sentence to notice Megumi and Toji at the other side of the table, displaying disgusted facial expressions at the mention of the white-haired other’s name.

“Why him?” They said in unison.

“Why not??” You question their irritation.

“He’s so annoying…” Again, in unison. Proof enough that they’re father and son.

You sigh as you get up to take your plate to the sink. “Oh, come on, you two, it’s not like he’ll be with you guys the entire night. He has a party at a friend’s he’s going to later.”

“Isn’t he too old to trick-or-treat?” Tsumiki questions, noting that Gojo is way past his undergraduate years.

“He is, but whatever gets that prick any free sweets,” Toji answers his daughter before getting up to put his dish in the sink.

You exit the kitchen, head into the living room, and sit on the couch. The laptop you had placed there was ready to open and unlock, and you clicked on applications and windows to look through before your meeting started in the next three to two minutes. He should be here about—

DING-DONG!!

Now.

Right on cue, you motion for Toji to grab the front door, and he follows your command. “Kids, Gojo’s here!” You shout out to the two kids who still sit at the table. “When you’re done eating, you can go upstairs and put your costumes on. But whoever finishes last has to do the dishes.” You can hear commotion from the table as the brunette rushes to put her dish in the sink and dash for the stairs. Megumi groans to himself; you giggle when you hear him mutter an “Aww man…”

You pull out your headphones to connect to your laptop, put them in their respective ears, and prepare yourself for the meeting. Ignoring the faint passive-aggressive tones of your ex-husband when greeting Gojo at the door…

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Your eyes flutter open, noticing the lighting change around the living room. The orange sunlight no longer decorated the space, substituted with the gradual darkness that overtakes you. The only source of light you can figure out is the flashing from the television screen.

Aside from the TV, there are no other signs of life. There aren’t any signs of Tsumiki or Megumi around playing or causing a raucous. It could only mean the two are still trick-or-treating with Gojo.

One blink, two blinks. I must’ve fallen asleep after the meeting… You hum while sinking to the couch, burying your face into the pillow.

But…since when did your pillow act like it was breathing with a heartbeat? And…I smelt that cologne before…How?

“Ya awake now?”

You raise your head, realizing you are not lying on your couch. Technically, you were; however, you were lying on something else on the furniture with you – more like someone.

It’s then you realize that you were lying on Toji during your entire slumber, him leaning on the end of the couch, one leg spread to make room for you to sleep on him while you sit on the other. And you can guess that you had your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warm figure. He looks at you with his green eyes now darkened by the room, yet you can see their glow from the television light. And that small smile he gives you, the scar on the right side of his lip lifted upward. The familiar butterflies in your stomach flutter like before. Like old times sake…That must be embarrassing, huh?

You frantically try to get off of him, “Sorry about that, I thought—“

“No, no,” Toji places a stern hand on your back, keeping you from moving further. “You were comfortable.”

You stare at him for a few seconds until your face contours to a look, and a smile starts to creep up while you situate yourself back to your original position, pressing your face back on his chest to listen to the beats of his heart again. “I recall having this couch all to myself not too long ago, so where’d you come from?”

“Well, I wanted to watch some sports highlights, but I figured you’d kick my ass if I pulled you off and had you sleep on the floor instead.” With the click of your tongue, he chortles. You bet your ass I would. “So, I decided to have ya sleep on me while I watch TV.”

“What’s wrong with the other side of the couch? It’s quite vacant and enough for a big guy like you.”

“True,” his hand rubs circles on your back, an old habit he did when he used to have you like this. “But then I’d be lonely.”

You titter. “That’s big for someone who said he thrives on being alone.”

“I thrive being alone when I’m working.” You’re glad he can’t see your eyes roll; he’d probably grab you by the cheeks like a child. “Besides, why would I wanna be alone when I have you for myself.”

And there it is, your cheeks begin to warm up. Or was it because you’re so close to him that his heat is transferring to you? That’s probably it, yeah. Let’s change the subject…”How long was I out for? I remember the kids left around 7:30-ish.”

“Mmm, it’s going to eleven right now.”

Three and a half hours? Damn. “It’s past their bedtime.”

Toji scoffs. The abrupt motion of his chest rising is satisfying in a way that makes you even more comfortable. “You still think they’re gonna sleep with all that sweet shit they got?” He snickers some more as you shake your head.

“They know better. When you guys get home, be sure to put their candy bags on the top shelf of the closet for the morning.”

“Still traumatized from that one time?”

“Uhhh, yes??” The memory flashes to you for a quick moment, but the dread from before still haunts you. Megumi was six years old and Tsumiki seven, returning home from trick-or-treating and immediately tasting their labor from that night. However, what you didn’t expect was for them both to eat almost half their bags. Let’s just say, thanks to their sugar rushes, they didn’t drop dead until the hour hand touched two of the morning. “Unless it’s the weekend, never again.”

The way the older man chuckles is so therapeutic — it nearly makes you want to fall asleep again. “You weren’t the one chasin' Megumi all over the place tryin' to get him to sleep. Little squirt gets his speed from me.”

“Awww, poor you~” You can sense the glare as you respond in a condescending, sing-song tune. “You and him are always butting heads. Like father, like son.”

“Tch, hate that sayin’ so fuckin’ much.”

“Why? ‘Because it’s true?”

“Shut up.” The hand he used to rest his head comes down to pinch your nose. You wriggle out of his hold with giggles, but he happily keeps you grounded to him with his stronghold and a leg wrapped around to prevent yours from moving. “He only listens to you. Such a sweet lil’ baby to you, huh? Puttin’ my own son against me.”

More giggles prompt out of tiny guilt, and you bring up a hand to rub on his chest. “He’s such a bright boy now. Growing up so big and fast.”

“Miki, too. That girl is way too smart fr' me to catch up. And she’s becoming so kind and strong, crazy to think she made me play teacups when she could barely go down the stairs by herself.” Toji hums, the vibrations felt on the pads of your fingers. “Think she gets that from you.”

You shook your head. “They’re your babies. They do amazing things because they have a big guy like you to catch them if they ever fall.”

“Hmm, fair…But let’s not pretend I’m the best dad in the world. Fuck, never in my life did I think I’d be a dad, especially with two kids. I didn’t know shit back then — still! I still don’t know shit.” You don’t say anything, just listening to him voice his thoughts to you. Because he knows you’d listen – you always do. “If you weren’t there for them, I don’t think they’d be shining like this. Y’re definitely the thing that brought us up together. They look up to you so much. Ya did so well with them.”

Nodding aimlessly, his black sweatshirt grazing on your cheek. “Thank you. Same to you. Didn’t do so bad yourself, big guy.”

“Mmm.”

Nothing is said between you two after that. The only thing that makes noise is the voices coming from the television. The volume lowered, an initiative you could guess from Toji wanting you to get some rest. The silence was too awkward that it might torture some, but it was fine where it was. There was no need to change it, especially when you were comfortable in each other’s embrace.

That is, until Toji asks, “Do you miss it?” The rubs on your back go slower, his fingertips drawing a ticklish sensation.

“Of course I do. All the time.” You answer honestly, turning your head to rest your chin on him. Your eyes glimpse directly at his, giving him a tiny grin. “Why ask? I know the kids miss me being around; what about you? Miss me nagging and putting you to work all the time?”

He sneers at your comment. “Every day.”

It was such a simple answer, yet it had the power to wipe that smirk right off your face. Your eyes locked in his sight, and your heart tuning to an irregular rhythm. Oh, come on, Y/n, get a grip! “Ahem—Toji, I hope you know that I never stopped missing everything we had — I never will. Those years that we shared were probably the best I’ve had. We had happy moments, others sad, of course. But, God, do I miss it all. I miss it so much. I miss having you guys here. Miki and Gumi and—“

“Me?” Good Lord, if this man doesn’t stop looking at you with those goddamn eyes of his, such captivating orbs that say more than he lets on. Your breath hitches, and so does the hand on your back. “Hmm? Ya miss me, baby?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why’d you have to call me that? And it gets worse when he places his free hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin while the forefinger teases the lobe and tragus of your ear. Goddammnit…

“...Yes,” your voice was down a whisper, which could easily be mistaken with the television. But you know Toji heard you, loud and clear. “Especially you, Toji.” You said it. The words that he wanted to hear from you. They felt so forbidden to say, yet it was the truth. You avert your gaze away from him. But you knew that wouldn’t work, not right now. Toji taps your cheek with his thumb, and your eyes sheepishly return to his.

He doesn’t say anything, and that makes your heart beat at an unbearable rate. It’s all you can hear when you stare into his deep emerald eyes, the sound of it ringing your eardrums as if you could puke. Your throat running dry, so you gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob. If something could just happen to end this anxious torture, that would be great.

And then your prayers get answered: something does happen. Toji slowly brings his face closer to yours — your body goes rigid, and you instantly face away before the inevitable happens. No, I didn’t mean that!

“Aht aht, don’t do that, baby.” His hand slithers from your cheek to your chin, forcing you to face straight at him. “Lemme see you.”

“Toji, wait,” your voice travels out in a shaky breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t cross this line anymore.”

He listens to your pleas, but his body does otherwise. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead while the hand on your back snakes downward. “Why not?” His gruff voice dialed down to a whisper.

“Because—Mmmm…” Toji interrupts you by licking the helix of your ear. Oh, you slick bastard. “We’re supposed to be done…”

“That’s not stoppin’ me from takin’ care of my sweet thing.” Jesus Christ, you almost melted from the way he whispered that to your ear. He’s pulling out all the same old tricks, and it gets more hellish by the second as you try not to give in. “So, y're gonna let me take care of you like I always do, right, mama?”

Both his hands now rest on your ass, groping it while your hips sway as if they have a mind of their own. The leg between yours comes up slightly, making you ride on it. The heat on your cheeks has already blossomed to your ears, making it hard to think straight. Gripping his sweatshirt, your hips ride his thigh to ease the throbbing sensation that grows with every motion. Good God, you shouldn’t be doing this. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. However, it’s been so long that you felt wanted like this — wanted by him. It’s all the same – his voice, his hands, his words, his body, and the names he calls – yet here you are turning into putty.

“Haaahh, Mmmfff…Toji, please,” Toji withdraws his face from your shoulder, leaving him to examine your expression. You must look so dumb right now, with your hooded eyes and shivering lips. But, at this point, do you even care? “Please…Treat me right.”

One moment, you see his gaze narrow with a devious glint. Next, you’re taken aback when Toji slams his lips on yours, kissing and sucking your bottom lip until you give him access. With a moan, you open your mouth for him and sink deeper into the kiss. Your hands come around his neck, keeping him focused on you and you alone. Not that he would have it any other way.

His strong hands continue to knead your asscheeks while you hump and grind on his thigh. Nibbling on your lip, you whimper helplessly for him. It strokes his ego, knowing he’s making you like this, the fucking bastard. He takes in your tiny cries happily, shoving his tongue to play with yours. You give in to him, almost losing your balance riding his thigh, yet Toji’s lips never leave yours.

You break the kiss to get an imperative breath, panting loudly and sweetly for him as Toji kisses and licks your ear. The sounds make your lower region twitch. “Hnnmm, fuck…That’s my girl. So fuckin’ good fr’ me always, Y/n…” You can feel him slide a hand up to the hem of your leggings, forcing it inside for his thick fingers to brush up on the bare flesh of your butt. You gasp sharply. Him squeezing your butt has you biting down on his sweatshirt. “—Hahhh, Oh God, Toji,” With every squeeze, he inches closer to your panty-covered chasm, where you know he’d find a damp spot. Please touch me. Please, please, plea—

CLACK-CLINK!!

The two of you are frozen stiff when you hear the sound of the door opening and closing, the foyer lights turned on. “Alright~, we got you guys home. See ya later!” That was Gojo’s voice, indicating everyone was finally back from trick-or-treating. This means that Tsumiki and Megumi are about to see you on top of their father, his hand in your leggings and smacking lips with yours. Your eyes shoot wide with horror — immediately remove yourself from Toji and stand up from the couch to pull your bottoms up. You barely had the chance to peek at Toji because the kids already run to the living room to find you two.

“Y/n, Y/n, look!” The brunette was the first to greet you with her adorable pink Barbie cowgirl costume. She and her brother, dressed as Sasuke Uchiha, cheerfully showcased their pillowcases full of candy. “Look at all this candy we got!”

“Wooow, you guys really went on a haul,” you can only hope they can’t see you sweating bullets through your fake reaction. “Wh–Where’s Gojo?”

“He dropped us off here a few seconds ago and left for the party,” The raven-haired boy answered while scanning his pillowcase.

You only nod along until you frantically wipe your mouth, realizing the tiny trail of spit from the corner of your mouth. “Umm—Ahem, well then, I’m glad you two got all that candy. Now, let’s hurry up and get you guys home so you can get ready for school tomorrow!”

But the children didn’t move an inch. Actually, they looked like they were going to tell you something. You lift a brow. Oh no, they’re going to look at each other. They looked at each other and then glanced back at you. Oh, God, no. “Uhhh, Y/n, we were thinking.” Big sister Tsumiki is always the one who asks the following question. “Can we stay over?”

You inhale a massive breath, yet you do your best not to exhale a heavy sigh. “Kids, you promised to keep the overnight stays to three at max per month. This will be the fifth!”

“Yeah, but it’s dark out. Plus, it’s way past our bedtime.” The younger chimes in with a tiny pout. “We’ll be asleep by the time Dad gets us home.”

And here comes Tsumiki with the tag-team response to add on. “And that means he’ll have to make continuous trips back and forth from the car. Picking me and Megumi up, getting our bookbags, the bags full of candy, the whole thing! We already packed up our PJs just in case.”

You stood there staring at the two in astonishment. There’s no way they thoroughly planned this out. There’s just no way… And to make it worse, they were making valid arguments. You open your mouth to say something, but the two give the best puppy eyes they can. The wave of guilt hits like a train, internally cringing. You turn to Toji, who still sits on the couch, and the motherfucker only gives you a shrug. Wow, what a helpful father he is.

You groan into your hands, shaking your head while looking at the kids who wait for your verdict. “…Alright, you can stay as long as you PROMISE to put those candy bags in my bedroom closet. Deal?” The happy smiles and aggressive head shakes should answer your question. “Good, now go ahead and take your showers before you head for bed.” They rushed to the stairs by the time you finished that sentence, so enthusiastic about staying the night at your house, and you can’t help but smile hearing their footsteps run up the stairs.

With that being said, you turn to the older man again. Your brows are trenched down, but your smile is still present. “So, you legit just sat there and let those two tag-team me like that? In my own house?”

Another shrug with a dumb smirk on his handsome face. “Told you: too smart fr’ me to catch up.” You shake your head before exiting to get the kids and guest rooms ready, leaving him with the television.

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The midnight hour has finally danced its way into the darkness of the night. Halloween is finally over, and the month of October is no more. The pitter-patter sound of the rain cleanses the neighborhood of its merits and festivities that partook hours ago, ready for a new phase of the year to take over.

After having the guest room ready with sheets and sleepwear for Toji and kissing the kids goodnight, you rinse your stress off with a nice shower and put on your pajamas to get ready for bed. After you turn the lights off, you drape the comforter over your figure as your body sinks with the cozy sheets and pillowcase. Your eyes close while focusing on the curtains of your window, the only light piercing inside being the lampposts by the street.

…Well, at least that’s what’s supposed to happen. But that’s not the case because you’re not the only one lying comfortably on your mattress. Instead, Toji is here with you, in your room, on your bed, his chest to your back, and his hand roaming inside your oversized shirt. Your lips are now connected with his, sharing your erotic moans with his enticing groans, and you get a little louder as his fingers cup and play with your breast.

“Mmphh…Ahhhh, I thought I told you you’re sleeping in the guest room—Nmmff!” He tweezes your nipple with his forefinger and thumb roughly.

“And I thought you’d be smart enough to know that wasn’t gonna happen.” Toji kisses the crook of your neck, drawing near your ear for him to whisper. “Besides, look at you. Still sleepin’ with no underwear on?”

“Hmph, only when I have a man around the house.” That answer got you another rough tweak on your nip and a purposeful gnaw to your ear. You knew he’d react like that, never liking the mention of another man leaving your mouth – especially during an intimate time like this.

“That so? What man you know that can handle all this?” Toji then moves from his side to be between your legs, pulling up your shirt to fully expose your chest. And your breathe hitches while his free hand travels down your abdomen to your

“Ahhhh, no one. Just you...” You look at him with half-lidded eyes, taking in his reaction to what you said. The salacious grin on his face becoming broader should entail that he greatly loved that retort.

He brings his face to your other unattended nipple, “Good answer, princess.” The nub of your breast enters his mouth, and the wet warmth of his tongue greets it with lapped motions and grazes from his teeth. Despite that, it doesn’t distract you from the fact your bottoms are pulled down with ease and are thrown to the bedroom floor, leaving your cunt out for him, your erotic fluids seeping and glistening from the outside lights.

Toji plays with your folds until he can stuff his pointer finger into your chasm, the insertion resulting in your body’s jolt. It’s been a long while since you had his thick digit inside you, playing and scraping the inner walls to evoke whimpers. God, it felt so good, this satisfying feeling returning to awaken your body to his touch. He interacts with your body as if he’s the only person who knows how to get you going – and it’s the truth. No one can put you in a blissful haze quicker than this man. And you’d prefer to keep it that way.

The addition of his middle finger into your leaky entrance startles you, the thick digit making its way in with such vigor that he uses both fingers to scrape the velvety texture of your walls. Your eyes are now screwed shut at the growing commotion between your thighs, and the heat within your body flourishing all around gets to your head. “—Khmm, Oh fuuck, Toji. Please, don’t stop.”

With a soft ‘pop’ noise from his lips, Toji replies to your demands. “I’m sorry, what’s my name again?” You giggle with trenched brows. Of course, how could I forget?

“Nmmph, D-Daddy, pleaseee, I’m so clo—Ahhhann!!” He puts his thumb to your clit, grinding down on it unexpectedly. “I wanna cum, pleaseee…”

“Hmmm, good girl,” he teased, laying down kisses, nibbling on the skin of your stomach and inner thighs until he arrives at your leaking slit. Your body jerks up from the bed when you feel the cold, wet muscle slowly lick on your clitoris before ravaging your folds. The sounds of his mouth on your cunt are so lewd to the ear, slurping noises from his lips with the lapping motions of his tongue claiming your come are too much for you. And when he uses his hand to swipe and pinch your clit? Oh, it’s a wrap. Your release comes out without control, biting down on your bottom lip to make sure your cries don’t leave this space for the kids to hear. Their room is on the other side down the hall; tonight isn’t the night for too many risks.

When your trembling body calms down and subsides, Toji withdraws his face from between your thighs. Your essence paints his mouth, and he wipes his chin clean while licking the remnants that coat his scarred lips. “Hmph, missed tastin’ you like that.” You open your eyes when your high finally evades you, watching your ex-husband pull down his sweats. His erection springs out and hits his stomach, your mind going rampant with thoughts as you ogle at his freed limb. Shit, it’s been so long. Will that shit even fit me again?

“Don’t think it’ll fit, baby?” Damn him, he loves teasing you. Toji then discards his black wife-beater, at long last revealing his well-built, brawny physique that has you drooling for him. He uses his hands to maneuver your legs—your knees pushed to your chest as your legs propped up on his shoulders. A position you’re all too familiar with. Your eyes don’t leave Toji’s cock as he aligns his cock to your slick-coated folds. “Take some breaths fr’ me, sweetie. Can’t take care of you when you’re all tense.”

You take up on his advice and begin taking deep breaths, reminding yourself to maintain the steady pattern as he pushes the tip of his dick between the lips of your cunt. Every inhale is where he nudges into the hole of your inner cavern, and every exhale gives you time to breathe out the pain that comes in for a split second. This carries on until the cockhead wedges itself perfectly into your vagina, along with the inches of his girth that stretches until the base kisses your lips, the tip of him kissing your cervix. Tears swell up in your eyes, taking more deep breaths to prepare yourself for what’s about to come.

“Oooh fuuuck…Heh, yeah, that’s my baby right there. Fittin’ so perfect fr’ me, mama…” He puts his weight on you, keeping your figure unmoving under his bow.

“Nmmmf, Daddyyy,” you’re forced to take in all of him, and drool trails down your lips with no hope of taking care of it. “…I’m so full, you’re too much…”

“I know, sweetie, I know.” He wipes your spit after kissing your forehead. How gentle compared to what you’re about to go through. “Gonna move now.” His thrusts start slow for the two of you to adjust to each other; the feeling of his length’s veins coming in and out of your chasm is so euphoric, and the kisses to your cervix want your body to writhe and squirm. But you’re bent into this position for a reason: forced to submit to him no matter what. So you do just that.

Yet your horny haze gets more potent once he picks up the pace, rutting into you with increased speed. Your slit, still sensitive from earlier, gets overstimulated with the constant grazes on your gummy walls and jabs to your tender cervix. It takes everything in your power not to come so early.

“—Hahhhh, Nmmph. Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Toji groans above you, the thrusts of his pelvis increase to an irregular rhythm, grinding deep into your cunt to the point of uncontrollable babbles escaping your lips. His bullying on your insides results in you gripping his length hard, causing the older man to hiss and moan at your contractions. “—Ohhhfuuuckk!! Jesus Christ, baby. Y’re gonna make me go crazy.”

As if that wasn’t already happening now that he pistons his cock into your wetness, your brain turning into mush from the onslaught of ruts to your puffy wet chasm. Tears stream down your face, and more drool follows down with more precise hits to your delicate canal. The pounding in your head makes it hard to think of anything else, the squelching noises and paps of Toji’s balls hitting your cunt making it worse.

“D-Daddyyy, I’m—Ohoooo!! Oh, Jesus, ohhhshit!” You can’t formulate a proper sentence, too engulfed with the electrifying sensations coursing through your body.

“Damn, you feel too fucking good—Hnngh!!” Toji places his forehead on yours, resting his entire weight on you while his hips have a mind of their own. “‘Bout to make me knock you up…”

Oh, good Lord. The mere thought of having a child is the last thing that should be on your mind. But in a time like this, who in their right mind would be thinking straight? “Nnnfff! Oh God, pleaseee, fill me up, Daddyy!” Green eyes narrow with trenched brows. “—Pleasepleasepleaseee!! I want you to fill me up so bad, I want it, I want—Hyaaaaa!!”

How can he deny your desperate, teary pleas when you’re urging him on like this? “Heh, you’re so fuckin’ sexy, mama.” Toji captures your lips with his, your mewls taken by him as you sink further into your pleasurable thrill.

Sporadic thrusts of his pelvis produce more raunchy noises in the joining of your sexes, his heavy balls smacking on your cunt as he drives the base of his cock straight into you. Your slit is now a puffy mess, come and slick form a soapy mess that Toji now harbors a milky ring around his girth. A few rushed, sloppy thrusts heighten your high once more, and then Toji presses his pelvis down to the hilt on one final, harsh thrust, unloading his seed into your aching folds. And your climax follows in a few seconds, the walls of your cunt fluttering on his pulsating dick as your essence soaks him. Your muffled shrieks are received by him, quivering under him until the aftershocks wash through your body.

Once you two breathe at a steady tempo and the nerves of your sweaty bodies fall still, the kiss is broken with heavy pants and a string of spit that links you two together. Toji buries his face between your neck and shoulder, licking and kissing your skin as you’re allowed time to experience your clarity.

“Hmmm…You know I’m done yet, princess.” Toji mumbles to your ear before stationing your legs off his shoulders for them to rest.

“Yeah, I know, big guy.” You tease him with a breathless laugh, kissing him on the temple. “Always wanting more…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…So, you’re telling me you had your ex-husband spend the night? Not just the kids?”

“Yup, that’s what happened.”

This morning was different from your usual routine – well, you can’t say it’s different if you have done it before, huh? After five years of divorce, you thought you’d be so used to waking up and getting ready for work without worrying about others. However, this morning proves otherwise.

It felt natural walking into the kids’ room and lightly shaking them awake, telling them to get ready while you whip up something quick for them to eat as Toji showers (using your bathroom, by the way). Watching the kids run down the stairs and eat breakfast puts a smile on your face, reminiscing about the good old days when they were younger and teenier. It sometimes feels surreal doing the same thing for them now that they’re getting older and taller. But seeing them bicker and interact with each other in your presence never fails to warm your heart.

When Toji’s finished freshening up and loading his kids’ stuff in his truck, it’s time to bid them farewell for their departure for school. You give them final touch-ups on their hair and outfits, reminding them to be safe and not get into trouble (especially Megumi, now that the boy’s been getting into fights). And before they rush to the car, you hug them and give each a kiss on the cheek. Here is where the warm feeling inside your heart begins to deteriorate, not wanting to let them go. Yet, for their sake – and education – you release them and hope for the best.

The last to leave was Toji, who came from the kitchen to the front door with a paper plate wrapped in foil in one hand. His name is written boldly by a black Sharpie. “This fr' me?”

“No, it’s for Shiu Kong, for dealing with you all the time.” You stick your tongue out at Toji as he glares at you, not even moving out of the way while he exits through the door. “You better eat that when you get to work, you have a terrible habit of skipping lunch.”

“Whatever ya say, mom.” He pesters you with the title, knowing you’re technically not a mother anymore. Yet it only makes you smile knowing he notices your maternal side.

“Don’t forget to text me when Tsumiki’s soccer game is next week.” You watch him go down the porch stairs.

“Will do.”He whistles.

“And Toji?”

The man stops walking to turn to you, his forest green eyes fixed on you so quickly that you almost forget what you want to say. Or what you wanted to do. You place your fingers on your lips and blow a kiss with an outward gesture. It was an old habit you did whenever he left, something you can’t seem to get out of practice with. It’s embroidered in your mind at this point.

And when he catches the kiss with his free hand and places it on his chest, it makes your heart skip a beat. Toji grins, “I’ll be damned if that was fr' Shiu, too.”

You snicker with a shaken head. “Drive safe, Toji.” Closing the front door, you stand there for a while. Your smile doesn’t falter; it gets bigger as you replay the moment instead. Thinking about him, hearing him, seeing him, it all drives you crazy. And that’s a good thing…right?

“I don’t know, sounds like you still kinda care about the guy.”

“Of course I do,” So here you are, sitting in your living room enjoying the rays of the sunset decorating the space, in a video call with your best friends, Utahime and Mei Mei. You reply to the former’s comment. “Just because I don’t have the ring on my finger doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care about him. I mean, he’s the father of two lovely children.”

“Shoot, you’re better than me, then.” The dark-haired woman admits. “But you’re kinda proving my point, Y/n. Even when you don’t have the ring on, you two act like the same old couple, and it’s definitely not just for the kids’ sake. Let’s be real here.”

You try to interject, but the pale-blue-haired other, Mei Mei, intervenes, “I agree. It’s one thing if you let the children stay over, but he also wanted to spend the night. Sure, he could’ve been tired from driving all day and such. However, if you’re still seeing a man for the last five years – while legally unbound – and he says he wants to spend the night under your roof, which is rare, that should ring some bells at least.”

“I know, it did…” you nod along with what your friend is saying, throwing your head back with a heavy sigh. “But it’s not like he’s never spent the night here before, nor is he banished from stepping inside.”

“Oh? Then why is this time different from the others?”

Utahime jumps in after Mei Mei’s chirp. “Yeah, you’re telling us about all these nostalgic lovey-dovey feelings as if you’re falling in love with him all over again. What, did you two have sex or something?”

An open mouth, yet no words come out, leaving you in a predicament. You could’ve just lied or swerved the subject to something else. But you didn’t. And the two women on the screen lift their brows with hooded eyes, a look meaning a thousand words. You couldn’t even explain yourself either because a sudden knock on your door captured the attention of all three of you.

You stand up and walk towards the door, your friends still on call on the phone at hand. Opening the door, you’re almost stunned to see in front of you. Tsumiki and Megumi with nervous smiles, and their father at the car collecting the same duffles bags from last night. You’re kidding.

“Hey, kids.” The two of them gulped from not calling them by their names. You bring up the phone to face the screen to them. “Say hello to Auntie Mei Mei and Utahime.” The women on the line smile and wave at the children, who sheepishly wave back.

“Hi, aunties.” Megumi greets them, and then his eyes drift back to you. “So, Y/n—“

“What did you forget this time?” Straight to the point, no room for excuses.

“It was Miki this time! She forgot her soccer cleats.” The older sibling gawks at her younger brother for calling her out.

“Tsumiki, I know you have cleats at home.”

“I do, but these are special! You bought them for my birthday, and I’ve been wearing them to every game ever since! So, I was scared when I couldn’t find them at home.” The brunette was quick to defend her stand. “Also, Dad doesn’t feel like driving up here and then back. So…can we…”

You close your eyes and bring the phone to your face to shield your vexation. Twice in a row, the sixth time this month. You can hear the giggles of your friends from the other side of the phone, adding more fuel to the fire. You don’t look up until you hear heavy footsteps on the porch, seeing Toji holding both duffle bags with a hand and shoulder. He stares at you as you stare at him, a silent conversation on how to handle this situation. And when he shrugs with lifted brows, you realize it’s no use and release the long-awaited sigh.

“….If I see one more thing being left behind here, you guys can’t come back till December, understand?” It wasn’t anything serious, but enough for the kids to know you weren’t joking. They nod their heads in unison while you roll your eyes. “Okay, get in here.” They rushed inside with gleeful laughs, the shuffling of their backpacks following along with them. Your eyes then drift to Toji as he walks up to you. “Did you forget something here, too?”

“Yeah,” you lift a brow when he drops Megumi’s bag to the floor. Before you can register his hand on your chin, you squeak when he brings his lips to yours. It lasted for seconds, but the kiss was sweet and tender, sucking on your lip before letting go with a playful bite. “Meant to give you that when you woke up. Thanks for the food, mama.”

Toji picks the bag up and walks inside your home to put the bags in the rooms, leaving you standing on the porch with an astounded expression. You couldn’t appropriately calibrate your thoughts until you heard faint laughs from the phone. Then, you realize your best friends witnessed the entire scene that transpired.

Utahime, with the slyest leer, was the first to say something. “Oh yeah, he laid that pipe on you good, without a doubt.”

“Mhmm,” Mei Mei agrees with a chuckle. “And I'm guessing he’s gonna do it again tonight. Isn’t that right, Y/n?”

You end the video call with a heated face. “Sh-Shut your damn mouths!!” Again, you groan into your hands before returning inside. Thank God I still have those birth control pills...

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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-> Just Touch Me, Baby

Let's hope Megumi doesn't find out you slept with his dad.

Toji Fushiguro x Plus Size!F!Reader

3,509 words

cw: SMUT, nsfw, age gap, oral [f!], unprotected sex, college au, toji

note: :) this almost killed me

"Dude... that test was brutal," you complained, banging your head on the coffee table of your friend Megumi's living room, him and your other two friends also sitting around the table. They groaned in agreement, you guys sharing the same class and suffering the same torture.

"I swear the professor hates us," Nobara groaned, eyes trained on her homework in front of her. "I swear, being a college senior is the WORST."

"You got that right," Yuji agreed tiredly, not even looking at his homework. "I'm so close to dropping out."

"Not when you graduate this year," Megumi sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Only a few more months. We can make it."

"Can we not talk about that now?!" Yuji exclaimed. "Nobara, put your homework away! Megumi, your dad should be on his way from work, right? Tell him to get us some beers!"

Your stomach flipped at the mention of Megumi's dad. Of course you knew him, being best friends with his son and all ever since you met him freshman year of college. You didn't think much of the man at first, until a few months ago when your senior year started, when you noticed his lingering stare. Toji had quite a presence on him, one you could not ignore. And how could you?

"I just texted him," Megumi announced, putting his phone down. "He'll just take it out of my allowance."

You giggled. "You still get an allowance at your age?"

Megumi shrugged. "He doesn't allow me to work since I'm in school, so he gives me money every week."

"...okay, that's actually kinda cute. It's cool your dad supports you like that." You grinned at Megumi and he just rolled his eyes at you.

You were in the kitchen when you heard the front door open and you felt your heart start to beat faster. Toji was home from work, and you tried hard to cover up the obvious crush you had on him.

"You're lucky I was going to the liquor store already when you texted me, kid," Toji's gruff voice sounded out and you smiled softly. Toji may look intimidating and scary, and yeah, he was, but he was very attentive when it came to Megumi. It was sweet.

"Well, hey sweetheart." Toji walked into the kitchen and you froze, your heart skipping a beat as you turned to face the much older man. "You looked like you had a hard day."

You groaned in response and you turned to do what you were initially doing, gathering some snacks for you and the gang to eat while drinking. "Had a test today. It fucking sucked ass."

Toji laughed, his eyes looking you up and down. "How unfortunate. I don't envy you." You were a fucking sight, not hard to miss at all. Not because of your size, but because you were delectable, one of the finest Toji has ever laid eyes on. He licked his lips as he watched you for another moment, setting the packs of beer on the counter.

"You kids have fun," he whispered, reaching over to steal a few chips. His arm brushed against yours and you shivered. You looked over and he smirked at you. "But not too much." He grabbed a case of beer and left and you had to grab the counter's edge tightly to keep from falling over. Good God, that man.

The night went on, the beers were flowing and by the end of the third movie, you were drunk. "Gah... I have to go home."

"No way..." Megumi replied, slumped over on the couch. "You guys... stay over..."

Nobara and Yuji were already out cold on the living room floor, and you knew that was going to be you in a moment. So you got up, somehow stumbling up the stairs to the bathroom. The door was closed and you tugged on the knob, growling when it wouldn't open. "Come on!"

The door opened and some steam left as a very wet, almost very naked Toji came walking out. Your eyes went wide and you took a couple steps back. Toji was a God, his body absolutely perfect. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his head tilted to the side as he gazed at you.

"Wow..." you marveled openly, not even bothering to hide your attraction to him in your drunk state.

Toji chuckled softly, amusement on his face. "Don't look at me like that, sweetheart, you'll make me blush."

"Don't tease me..." you grumbled, gulping when Toji took a step towards you. He towered over you.

"But it's fun," he replied, licking his lips. "The way you pout those lips drive me a bit insane."

That made your body heat up and you took a step towards him, grinning. "Really? I make you crazy?"

"Just a lil," he answered, licking his lips. Though, he takes a step back. "But you should sleep all that beer off, sweetheart. Come by another time..." he thought for a moment. "Next week, if you remember." He then walked off towards his bedroom.

And boy did you remember. Even in your drunk state, you remembered that moment. Remembered his body, remembered how he smelled, the timber of his voice. It taunted you the entire week, sometimes messing with your focus. You could not let that man affect you like this.

Yet here you were, a week later, parked in front of Megumi's house after classes. You overheard Megumi say that his dad had off that day and for some reason, that had you driving your way over as soon as class ended. What were you fucking thinking? Could you go through this? Taking a deep breath, you climbed out of your car.

You locked your car as you walked towards the front door, feeling a bit jittery as you thought about just what it is you were here for. You wanted this man so bad, but he was your best friend's dad, nearly twice your age. He's obviously expressed an interest in you, and this was the perfect time for you both to get what you really wanted from each other.

The knocks on the wooden door echoed in your ears and after a few seconds of silence, you started to panic. You couldn't do this. No way. Taking a step back you turned away from the door, only to turn right back around when you heard the door open.

"Where you goin'?" Toji asked, an amused look on his face as he gave you a quick once over. You immediately went hot, biting back the squeak that formed in your throat as you laughed sheepishly.

"O-oh, I forgot uh... I forgot something back at school so I was just gonna go... get it...." you stuttered, your face burning up. Toji raised his eyebrow.

"You can't lie for shit."

"I know..."

Toji chuckled and the sound sent shivers down your spine. He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles just rippling under his tight tank top. Matched with the pair of sweats he wore, he looked just like every girl's fantasy.

"Well, aren't you going to come in, or not?" he asked, tilting his head. "I was wondering when I'll see that pretty face of yours again. You're not drunk again, are you?" He was teasing and you pouted, huffing a bit.

"No I'm not!"

His scarred lips turned up. "Good. Then let's finish what we started the other night. Get inside."

His kiss was breathtaking, butterflies swarming in your stomach as Toji cupped your cheek with his hand. The skin was rough, showcasing years of hard work and experience. You moaned softly, pressing yourself more against the older man. He took a step back, chuckling at you as he swiped at his lips with his thumb.

"Why the rush?" he teased. "You want me that bad?"

You flushed. "Y-you were the one that kept staring at me all those other times! So don't turn-" His mouth was on yours again, successfully shutting you up and turning your brain to mush. You clung onto his shirt, letting Toji push you back until you're falling back on his large bed. He watched you fall, grin on his face.

"Shut up. It doesn't matter now," he said, pulling his top off, exposing the body that plagued your dreams since that day. You bit your lip, sitting up and reaching for his sweats. Toji grabbed your wrists, pinning you right back down on the bed as he hovered over you, his grip on your wrists firm. "Don't rush me, sweetheart. We're gonna savor our time together." His smile was threatening in the best way, a chill going down your spine.

You nodded slowly. "O-okay..."

"Good girl." Toji let go of your wrists, sliding his large, strong hands slowly down your plush body. He squeezed your sides, lightly massaging your round belly before he grabbed onto your hips. Even through your dress, he left your skin feeling like it was on fire, your breath coming out in small pants, especially when he finally pushed his hands up your dress, hands squeezing your thick thighs. Toji groaned in appreciation, pushing your dress up, revealing your luscious body inch by inch until he tossed your dress to the side, leaving you in your bra and panties.

"Look at that," he grumbled appreciatively, licking his lips, using his knee to nudge your legs open for him. There was a wet spot on your panties and he laughed lowly when you covered your face in embarrassment. "Already so wet and I've barely even touched you."

"Shut up!" you whined, gasping when Toji hooked his fingers into the base of your panties, yanking them down just to your knees before he pushed your legs back, your feet in the air and his mouth soon on your cunt.

He ate your pussy like a fucking God, making you gasp and cry out with every swipe of his tongue. He kept his hands on the back of your thighs, relishing in your cries of pleasure and just how fucking good you tasted. "You taste so fucking good," he groaned, spreading your legs as much as your panties would allow. "Like a fucking treat."

You couldn't respond, your fists clenching the bed sheets tightly, your back arching off the bed as Toji sucked on your clit, teasing your entrance with two of his thick fingers before slowly pushing them inside of you. You gasped deeply, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head as Toji curled and thrust his fingers expertly, his tongue flicking your clit. You could only moan in pleasure, grinding right up against his face as you ran your hands through his black hair, pulling hard on the strands. He didn't mind.

"Toji, please..." you whined, the lewd sounds from between your legs loud in your ears. It was so messy, your legs shaking, heart pounding in your chest. You were panting like an animal, Toji's skilled tongue and fingers working you to insanity. It only took a few more strokes of his fingers and some more deep licks from his tongue before your vision went white, the wave of euphoria from your orgasm blanking out your mind completely.

"Holy shit," you gasped out, breathing heavily as Toji moved to his knees, his fingers slipping out of you. The bottom half of his face was soaked, his lips curled up in smug satisfaction. You shuddered. "No one's ever made me cum like that before..."

He snorted. "Well, when you're fucking with these little ass boys, what'd you expect? Now open up." Not even questioning it, you opened your mouth and Toji slipped the two fingers that were just inside of you right into it. You moaned at your own taste. "Clean them up."

You moaned again, swirling your tongue around his thick fingers, your eyes dazed as you sucked his fingers as if you were sucking cock. God, he was sure you'd be a fucking pro at it too, just from the way your tongue just felt on his fingers. It sent a shiver down his spine, but that could wait. You two had all damn night.

Toji slipped his fingers out of your mouth and you sighed softly, gazing up at him while biting your lip. He was so fucking fine, his sculpted body making you drool, as well as the large tent in his sweats. Sitting up, you pulled your panties off completely, Toji's arms wrapping around you as you got to your knees. The kiss is hot and needy, bodies pressed together.

He pushed his tongue into your mouth and you moaned, feeling Toji reach behind you to finally unclasp your bra, tossing your garment to the side. His hands felt like fire across your skin, his mouth sinful as he pressed hot, open mouth kisses down your neck.

"Toji..." you sighed, tilting your head back as he began to massage your breasts, his teeth dragging along the soft skin of your neck and shoulder. Having you turn to putty like this made Toji as hard as a rock, his sweats starting to become too restrictive for him to tolerate.

It seemed as if you read his mind, hands tugging at his pants. He didn't hesitate to get up off the bed, watching your eyes go wide with a smug grin as he finally pushed his sweats down. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his large, thick cock sprung freely. He cackled when you jumped in surprise.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Having second thoughts?" He was teasing again and you pouted, eyes still trained on his dick as he climbed back onto the bed.

"Of course not..." you answered, humming when he kissed you again. "It's just..." you trailed off, biting your lip as he pressed kisses along your jaw. Could you even take him?

"Relax, baby. I'll take care of you. I'll fuck you like a real man should," he said, lying you back down.

You shuddered deeply, spreading your legs so Toji could fit snugly between them. Biting your lip, you waited as Toji rummaged through his nightstand, producing a bottle of lube. You were a bit anxious, thighs twitching when he massaged them, trying to get you to relax.

Grabbing his cock, Toji teased your pussy with his tip, chuckling when you began to whine. "You want it that bad? C'mon, tell me, sweetheart."

You shook your head, whining again as he continued to tease you, his tip pressing right against your clit. "Don't tease me, please!" You were going crazy, consumed with lust for this man, your best friend's father.

"Then tell me what you want," Toji grunted, grabbing the lube and spreading some of the substance on his cock, making you watch as he stroked himself a few times.

"Please..." you gasped out, twitching when he pressed his tip right at your entrance. "Fuck me, please. I can't wait anymore..."

Toji let out a short laugh, not wasting another moment before he started to push his way inside of you. You both groaned simultaneously, your mouth falling open as he filled you up to the brim. Toji pressed his mouth against yours, gasping softly as you squeezed around him.

It took him all his strength to not just start railing you, his focus not only on your pleasure and his, but to not hurt you. He knew he was big, knew it was a stretch by the slight pinch of your eyebrows. "That's right... just take it slowly..." he grumbled, leaving more hot kisses down your neck. "Then I'll fuck you real good, sweetheart. You'll like that, wouldn't you?"

You whimpered softly, biting your lip when Toji started to slowly thrust in and out of you, the drag of his cock inside of you making you crazy. Toji hovered above you, keeping himself up with his strong arms as he kept up the slow pace. He watched your pretty face contort with blissful pleasure, your eyes hazy as you gazed up at him.

"Pretty girl, you take my cock so well," he crooned, fucking you deep, using one hand to grab one of your legs, throwing it over one of his shoulders as he picked up his pace. Soon, the sounds of the bed creaking and skin slapping against skin was all that was heard, along with your cries of pleasure. You grabbed onto Toji's arms for dear life, your tits bouncing with each hard thrust he made into your cunt.

The way he fucked you was nothing you've ever felt before, his hips driving into yours in the best way. He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, laughing when you wrapped your arms tightly around him. You just wanted to be close to him, feel his body fully on yours while he fucked you nice and deep.

Then suddenly, your world was spinning and you found yourself on top of Toji, his arms wrapped around you tightly and keeping you pressed against him. Not missing a beat, he bends his knees, planting his feet on the mattress and he starts jackhammering up into you, his pace relentless. You cried out, arms bent uselessly at your sides, face pressed against Toji's neck.

"Please..." you moaned, lifting your head up enough to press a sloppy kiss against his scarred lips. "I wanna cum..."

"Then cum," Toji grunted, a hand moving down and roughly smacking your ass. "Squeeze my cock." You moaned, Toji smacking your ass again as he continues to fuck up into you.

It honestly didn't take much longer, Toji's hands now holding your hips, pulling you down one last time on his cock before you screaming out his name, your body going rigid as your orgasm hit you with a force. Toji let out a loud groan as you squeezed around him tightly, fucking into you a few more times before he finally cums, shooting his load deep inside of you.

"Fuck hell," he gasped out, keeping you pressed down onto him. "Take it all, baby, there's only gonna be more to come..."

You groaned, your entire body twitching from the intense orgasm. Toji soon let you roll off of him, sitting up and glancing over at you. You were on your back, eyes closed and panting heavily. He got off his bed, pulling on his sweats and walking towards the door. "Stay there."

You barely registered him, trying to catch your breath. Soon, Toji is back and he makes you sit up, handing you a bottle of water. He cradles your head as you chug the water, chuckling softly when some drips down your chin. "Thank you," you whispered, Toji wiping the water away with his thumb, hands slowly massaging your body. He didn't say another word, letting you come to your senses.

And when you did, he just pressed his lips against yours again, taking away all your senses again as he pushed you right back onto the bed, his large hand cupping the side of your neck. "I want to try that pretty mouth now," he whispered and you bit your lip, already full of lust. "Get on your knees."

You could definitely do that.

The birds were chirping outside the window the next morning, and your entire body was sore as you sat in Toji's bed, the man beside you lightly snoring in his deep sleep. That was... a night to fucking remember, the man making you cum more times you could even count. How you were going to get home was beyond you, but you would try.

You were quiet as you pulled your clothes on, unsuccessful in smoothing down your haggard appearance. Oh well. You were just going to shower at home anyways.

"Don't be a stranger."

Toji's voice made you jump and you looked back at him, his eyes still closed but you could tell that he was awake. You smiled, giggling a bit before you opened the door, walking out the room. You carefully and slowly closed the door, knowing that you couldn't possibly let Megumi catch you. How could you explain to him that you slept with his dad?!

You looked up after closing the door, freezing when you came face to face with your best friend. Megumi stood outside the bathroom, toothbrush in hand and a blank look on his face. Your blood went cold.

"Uh..."

"I rolled your windows back up in your car 'cause it was raining last night."

Oh fuck. Your car.

"Th-thanks, Megumi...." you stuttered and his eyes just narrowed at you. Then, he just turned and walked right into the bathroom.

"Yeah."

The door slams shut and you groan, running a hand down your face. Fuck.

"S-see you later for lunch?" you tried. There was a quick silence before Megumi spoke again from the bathroom.

"Yeah, sure."

You sighed in relief, looking back at Toji's closed bedroom door. You couldn't help the grin that grew on your face. Oh for sure, you won't be a stranger.

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