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An: here is the long awaited fic! I'm honestly very proud of this fic and I possibly might turn it into a series (still toggling that idea). Anyways, I decided to go with Ai for mamaguro's name cus it goes hard 💪. hope you all enjoy!
Cw: nsfw 18+, minors dni, fem reader, poly relationship, kissing, daddy kink, bars, fluff, crying, feelings of abandonment, reader feels as though she's not good enough, rain, sugar daddy & sugar mommy Fushiguros, reassurance, comfort sex, threesome
You’re not sure exactly what drew you to them - your mind often wanders back to the night you’d met them. It was New Year’s and you’d been working throughout the night, catering to drunken men and women who’d come into the tavern to celebrate when they walked in.
Perhaps it was the way their silver eyes followed your every move, tracing the lines of your body intricately as they passed by you at the bar. You could feel them watching you as you made your way around the tables and bar; ever so often you’d turn to meet their eyes, diverting your eyes just as they’d smile at you.
During the remainder of your shift, you struggled to focus, checking the time on both your watch and the iron clock on the wall as the night went on. But still, you couldn’t shake the chill that ran up your spine every time you passed their booth or met their eyes.
The woman wore a mink fur coat over a slit black dress and red bottomed heels that complimented her white-painted nails. The man, dressed in a fitted tee and black baggy jeans, teased a toothpick between his teeth - anytime he’d speak, he’d nod his head with a warm smile.
You watched them from behind the bar, stealing glances at them as they’d kiss and share drinks. A heaviness of want burrowed itself into your chest, smoothed thighs rubbing against one another as the woman took a sip from the olive martini you’d served her earlier. And in that very moment her eyes tilted, shifting to meet your own in a smirk causing you to gasp lightly.
She whispered something to the man, her eyes never leaving yours as she did so. The man’s focus then shifted on you and you swore that in that moment you’d seen god. There was something so intimate in the way they watched you, the way they picked you apart with their minds, mentally undressing the ties, zippers and buttons of your mind.
Your thighs rubbed against one another, lace tights working in a buzz against the soft of your ribboned underwear and you closed your eyes for a second, lashes fluttering against your soft cheeks as a light moan left your lips.
When you opened your eyes, they were still watching you; silver eyes narrowed, shadowed by the thick of their raven hair. The woman smiled at you, dragging a nail along the arm of the man with such elegance you swore you could feel it. She lifted her finger from the bridge of the man’s shoulder to point at you, turning her finger upwards in a curling motion.
Your throat ran dry, swallowing, you pulled the plush of your bottom lip between your teeth. Your eyes moved to the clock, making note of the remaining 15 minutes you had on shift before slowly dropping your head to watch your finger wring around one another. Shyly, you lifted your head to meet the woman’s eyes to which her glossed lips were still strung in a smile.
With a kick to the cabinet of the bar, you brought your hand to circle the inside of your arm as you made your way over to their booth. Thankfully, it was in a darker place of the bar, not much light with the exception of a flaxen table light hung over the couple.
Once you’d made it there, you stood at the edge of the table, your laced leg lifted to run the front of your mary jane heel over the back of your knee gently, “How may I help you?” your voice was soft and quiet, but even amongst the cheers of the crowded bar and thumping music, they heard you.
The woman must’ve noticed your nervousness, reaching a hand out to yours she motioned for you to take it. With a shuddered breath, you looked around the bar before hesitantly placing your hand in hers.
Her skin was warm to the touch, the pad of her thumb running in gentle circles over the skin of your palm as she moved you to sit down between them.
The man made quick to run his hand over your laced thigh, gently squeezing at your knee when you let out a startled gasp.
“You okay?” he asked, voice thick and gravely. You could only nod, mind warped and muddled with the attention they both drenched you in. Yet you still couldn't shake the question of why you were there.
“E-excuse me, but can I ask why I'm here exactly?” you looked between the two of them, voice fading out along your tongue as the man moved to pull you into a soft kiss. You moaned into the kiss, pushing yourself off to part from him as you remembered his wife sitting beside you.
“I’m so sorry-”
“Don't be, sweetheart.” her voice was low yet soft, warm and filled with class, reminding you of a warm wine pouring over your body as she spoke. “You’re very beautiful.” The woman spoke after a minute, keeping your hand fitted in her own as her other ran along the length of your arm; painted acrylics tickling your soft skin and leaving chills in their wake.
“But, i-i just kissed your husband-” you brought your free hand up to touch your lips in shock and the two laughed.
The man brought his lips to your shoulder, gently pulling at the fabric of your uniform as he kissed up along the column of your neck. “So good, fr’us, huh, sweetie?”
You shivered beneath his touch, leaning into the woman as she brought her hand up to cup your jaw, bringing you into a heated kiss. Her lip gloss tasted of cherry and pop from the light martini she’d drank earlier. The touch of her nails running along the skin of your cheek sent your mind into a haze.
The two continued to kiss you, the man reaching up to pull your face towards his as he met you in a kiss. The woman replacing his spot to kiss along your neck and shoulder. The man tasted of vanilla and smelled heavily of mint. He reached between the two of you to lift your leg, gently moving it to rest over the thick of his thigh.
Softly, you brought your hand up to cup his neck, threading your fingers through his thick hair, earning a gentle groan from the man as he pulled at your bottom lip teasily, before pulling away. He dropped a soft peck to your swollen lips before meeting the woman’s gaze.
“We’ve been watching you, y/n.” you could hear the gentle smile in her voice. Turning with a pant, you moved to kiss her again but before your lips could meet hers she stopped you with a giggle, shaking her head, “Later, sweetheart.” you whined at that but nodded, letting the man pull you to sit in his lap as the woman continued.
“You asked earlier why you’re here.”
You nodded, bringing your hands down to play with the hem of your skirt. The man gently pushed his hand beneath one of your own to link your fingers together in a soft hold.
“Well, we’d seen you working here for a while now, we understand you’re a bartender and a student in college working to pay off debt…” she sighed, “and, the first time we’d seen you, we both found ourselves in adoration so we thought we’d ask if you’d be interested in being together.”
Your eyes widened, turning your head as you looked between the two before you went to speak.
“You’d be taken care of completely, we’d pay for your student debt, you’d still be able to attend school and work wherever you’d like.” she continued, taking a sip of her martini.
Your eyes fell to your lap as you thought it over, teeth sunk into your bottom lip.
The man kissed the back of your neck softly, reaching his free hand around you to hold the woman’s hand, “So, whadda’ say?”
✩✩✩
That’s how it started and that’s how things came to be in the relationship you all shared. Later that night, you’d learned the woman’s name was Ai, the man’s was Toji, and that they went by Fushiguro. At the time, you hadn’t considered the amount of power the name held over you until one night at dinner when Toji had you in his lap, he had whispered the surname followed after your name.
The three of you had fallen deeply in love. It started off as a simple exchange of lust and money, that quickly became one of love and support. Ai and Toji listened to your worries and insecurities, and feathered you in their care and love until they were sure you’d be okay.
You’d run their black cards rampant in expenses with your shopping trips and gifts you’d bought them, yet you still felt as though you owed them more for everything they’d done for you.
The Fushiguro’s had quite literally turned your life around, welcoming you into their home which soon became yours as well - they still let you have your own room for privacy if need be. Your mental health had increased tenfold without the looming stress of your student fees, yet you still struggled some days to find the happiness in your life, sometimes you’d sit alone in the giant house as the two were out at work, running their multi-million dollar businesses, sometimes you’d wonder if they truly did love you or if they viewed the relationship as nothing more than a transaction still.
Logically, you knew they loved you, they showed you in more ways than artificially; with their heavy kisses and soft touch as you sought their comfort whenever they’d make their way home.
Yet today for some reason, your saddened thoughts were beating the logical ones. You’d stayed inside for the most part, it’d been raining all day and you usually made an effort to run along the trimmed grass and dance along the cold. But today just felt… different, as you sat on the leather sofa, bundled in cream blankets, you watched the rain pour down from the sky, letting it bring nothing of comfort.
The two had noticed something was wrong at breakfast when you were still dressed in your pj’s from the night before; picking at your cereal as they spoke about meetings and board talks for the day.
Toji was the first to mention anything, watching you as Ai finished the layout of their first board meeting of the day. He had stopped eating to place his hand over your thigh, running soft circles into the fabric of your pj bottoms.
Ai noticed when she hadn’t gotten a reply from Toji, looking up from the scattered mess of papers decorating the marble table, her eyes bounced from Toji’s concerned expression to your tired, blank stare.
In their defense, they’d offered to stay home, one of them heading to work to orchestrate the plethora of meetings while the other looked after you in making you're you were alright. But you had merely shrugged their suggestions off, finishing the now soggy bowl of cereal before heading back to your separated bedroom.
“Somethin’s up,” Toji spoke, turning in his seat as he watched you walk from the kitchen and up the pearl stone stairs and to your bedroom.
Ai sighed, already gathering the mess of scattered papers and finishing off her glass of lemon water, “No shit, Toji.”
Toji only narrowed his eyes, brows falling into a straight line at her crudeness. “M’gonna go check on her-”
“-Don’t.” Ai spoke quickly, eyes fixed on your bedroom door. “Let's give her some space and when we’re ready to leave, then we’ll check on her.” her gaze fell to meet her husband’s.
With a sigh, Toji nodded reluctantly, turning back to his papers which seemed less than interesting now that he knew something was up with his baby. He chewed at the skin of his thumb, knee bouncing beneath the glass table as his eyes reread the same line for the 6th time.
Ai could see the wheels turning in his head, his not-so-subtle stolen looks he took at your bedroom causing her to bite the inside of her cheek. She was worried for you, of course, but sometimes Toji could be overbearing which you sometimes appreciated and other times you were too overstimulated to stand it. The issue was she couldn’t tell what you were feeling right now, making it far harder for her to assess the situation and how to go about handling it gently.
Toji reread the same line once more before standing from his seat abruptly, throwing the folder of papers down to the table and making his way out of the kitchen and up the pearl stairs.
“Toji, i swear to God- leave her be!” Ai scolded from her seat, not waiting a second more as Toji made his way across the elevated hall to your door. She hurried after him, heels clicking against the pearl steps and echoing through the cooled house.
Toji had stopped at your door, leaning his head to the wood to which Ai pulled at the scruff of his neck, red-glossed lips parted in disbelief at his rudeness. “Stop it!” she whispered through a hiss before pressing her head to the door in a mirror of his previous position.
“Hey!” Toji whispered, stopped by her french-tipped nails pressing against his chest.
Ai waited a moment before pulling him closer to the door by the sleeve of his shirt as she knocked against the birchwood door gently.
“Hey, sweetheart…you okay in there?”
They were met with silence, Ai turned to Toji with a shake of her head. Toji - not being one who was particularly strong in the patience field - brought his gaze up to look over your door before striding right in with an angered Ai following quickly behind him.
“Toji!” Ai hissed before noticing his softened gaze, silver eyes lowered at the sight of you curled up in your pink canopy bed, the lace curtains closed around all sides.
“Baby?” Toji kept his voice low, thick brows furrowing as he took a step closer to your bundled up figure, “You okay?”
When he was met with only a soft sniffle he moved quickly but not so much as to startle you as he pulled the pink lace curtain back to see you stuffed under a mountain of fur and velvet blankets the couple had supplied you with over the short time you’d been living with them.
Toji quickly moved to sit next to you on the bed, the duvet dipping with his weight as he pulled one of the blankets up from over your head “Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong, kid?”
Ai watched from beside the bed, eyes falling softly as she reached down to stroke a soft hand over your forehead. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
You had only shook your head, pulling at the blanket to bring it back over your head, as to hide away from them. Toji stopped you easily, gently prying the fur blanket from your grip with a soft ‘no’.
That only made you cry harder. Pushing your face into the silk of your pillow you covered your head with your hands, struggling to breathe through your hiccuped sobs before Toji softly reached beneath the plush of your waist to bring you into his lap.
Leaning into his hold, you allowed yourself to break; sobbing into his shoulder as Ai ran her hand up and down your back gently, followed by soft coos of ‘shh’.
“What’s goin’ on, baby?” Toji nuzzled your cheek, pulling away to stroke your forehead as he looked you over, “Not havin’ a good day?”
You could only nod, choked sobs reduced to light sniffles as the two continued to run soft circles up and down your back. “Take some deep breaths, honey.” Ai spoke from behind you.
With a wet sniffle, you turned and opened your arm to her, pawing at her arm before she came closer to hug you.
✩✩✩
The rest of the morning had been bumpy and rough, you hadn’t calmed down till around 11 and Ai and Toji had called in to announce they’d be a few hours late to the board meetings which had worked you up even more so, despite Toji and Ai’s soft coos and reassurance that ‘everything was okay and that you weren't at fault.’
Yet it was hard to feel that way when you couldn't even stop yourself from breaking apart at the seams; having to watch them struggle on deciding how to go about calming you down was the most frustrating thing.
You didn’t know how to tell them that you didn’t feel as though you deserved the lifestyle they’d so easily handed to you. You felt so guilty.
But nevertheless, you’d managed to collect yourself after a cold shower, too tired and mentally drained to enjoy a warm one as you let the chilled water run over your shaky body.
You’d put on quite the act in managing to convince the husband and wife that you were okay and that it was just a bad morning, that everyone has those days. You knew they weren’t convinced completely but they’d rather you work it out on your own than possibly making you even more frustrated - as Ai most likely noticed.
So that’s what brought you to be bundled up on the faux fur rug of the living room, sat by the fireplace as the rain fell pattered against the roof and tickled the ground in rhythmic patterns. You felt trapped within yourself, heartbeat picking up as you watched the rain drops race down the glass panes of the sliding doors.
After a moment, you sighed, picking yourself up and dragging the warm blanket behind you as you made your way back up the stairs and to your bedroom. Once in the comfort of your bedroom, you opened your CD player Ai had gifted you for christmas, placing a CD of calming wave noises into the slot.
With the soft crashing of the waves echoing throughout the calm of your bedroom, you opened the curtains to your balcony, making your way back to your bed and watching as the droplets scattered across the windows. You fell asleep merely moments after your head hit your pillow.
SPACE
The remainder of the day went slower than usual for Toji and Ai - Toji more so. As he spent his lunch hour, picking at his salad and calling your phone for the 3rd time in a row - knowing it'd only go to voicemail after it’s incessant ringing.
That's how Ai had found him, already set off by the way he struggled to focus during the numerous board meetings and walkthroughs of publicity management. The day hadn't started well and the longer the three of you were separated, the more it seemed the day was only to get worse.
“Toji, you gotta leave her alone, honey.” Ai’s voice was calm and collected always; a reminiscence of the class she’d grown up with and carried throughout her life.
She sat down in one of the chairs of his office, listening as the phone went to voicemail before Toji sighed, shoving it back into the pocket of his pants. She could tell he wanted to say something, Ai had a knack for knowing those types of things - or maybe it was just in the way his eyes kept glancing at the clock on the wall as his knee bounced beneath his desk.
With a sigh, she smiled softly, “Go ahead.”
Toji turned to her confused, brows furrowed, “Huh?”
Ai motioned for him to speak, “I know you wanna say something,” she fell back to relax into the serat of the cushioned chair, pulling a nail file from her Senreve birkin.
Toji waited a moment, watching the blunt of the nail file run over her red-painted nails with a glazed over look, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he turned away with a sigh.
“I just feel like she thinks she owes us something.” he took a deep breath, bringing his hands up to cup the back of his head as Ai’ stopped the filing of her nails.
“...What could’ve given her that idea?” Ai looked up from beneath her short bangs, eyes narrowed as she looked her husband over.
Toji shrugged, a look of genuine confusion written over his creased brows and worried eyes, “I don’t know, that's what i’ve been trying to figure out.” he bit at his lip in frustration, “She keeps getting upset whenever we gift her with things - that’s what tipped me off, that and the fact that she’s distancing herself from us as a whole.” Toji voiced with a groan, rolling his eyes.
“She has to know that’s not at all true though, right?” Ai dropped her hand to her lap, placing her chin in the smooth of her palm.
Toji merely shrugged again, shoulder falling with another tired sigh as he shook his head, “I dunno, I mean… I guess we haven’t really…” his voice faded off as he met her eyes
Ai’s eyes mirrored his own; filled with worry and regret. She continued for him, “We must’ve not made that clear enough.” Ai sighed with a shake of her head, taking a sip of her fiji water before standing up from the chair to smooth out the ends of her skirt.
Toji watched her as he did so, soft smile falling at the thought of his baby upset and all alone at home. He understood how it was for you. Ai didn’t have that connection with you, though you were grateful for Toji's ability to calm you down and relate to you in the aspect of overthinking.
Ai made her way over to Toji’s chair, leaning down, she pressed a kiss to his lips with a gentle rub of his shoulder. As she made her way out the door of his office, she tapped her nails against the door frame, “I guess we’ve got some work to do when we get home then, huh?”
She smiled over her shoulder to which Toji returned with a nod.
✩✩✩
The house was quiet when the Fushiguros returned. Kicking off their expensive loafers and heels at the carpeted entrance before heading into the kitchen to start on dinner.
They’d pass by one another, speaking lowly as to not wake you. Ai had insisted on making your favorite meal, having left work early to visit the local grocery and purchased the needed ingredients.
You still hadn’t left the confines of your room, even as the house began to pillow with spice and the smell of expensive sauce. Once supper had been finished, Ai began to pack the meal into tupperware as Toji made his way up to your bedroom.
He didn’t bother knocking, walking straight into the warmth of your room and taking a seat beside your bundled figure. Toji didn’t speak, only placed a hand onto your back, circling the fabric of your shirt softly.
Your eyes fluttered open at the soft rhythm of his hand, slowly pushing the fur blankets off your chest to crawl into his arms. Toji knew you needed the quiet, the comfort and silence that came with it as he cupped your head to his chest. He pressed soft kisses to the top of your head, stroking a large hand up and down your back gently.
“You feelin’ a lil’ better?” he whispered, placing his chin atop your head.
You only nodded, sniffling into his chest and nuzzling yourself closer to his warmth.
Toji pulled back to cup your chin in his hand, “You wanna go take a bath before we eat dinner?”
You nodded, wiping at your tired eyes with the back of your sleeve.
Toji carried you to the master bathroom, placing you into the bentonite tub before helping to pull off your pajamas. He turned the water on, letting you relax beneath the instant hot water as he gathered your pink basket of bath salts, shampoos, and conditioners.
He watched you with a smile, dipping a hand into the water to thread his fingers with your own, lifting your hand out of the water to press his plush lips against your soft skin in a gentle kiss. “You’re so beautiful.”
Smiling warmly at his words, you moved to reach into the basket only to be stopped by Toji, his hand coming to hold your wrist gently, “Lemme do it.” He kept his voice soft and low as he let you pick out the specific salts and soaps you wanted.
The bathroom lights were dimmed to flaxen gold and he dumped a cup of your picked rose petals into the warm water, letting you relax as he ran his hands over your arms, massaging the suds into your soft skin.
You hummed at his touch, lifting your head ever so often to place a soft kiss to his lips, whispering ‘thankyou’. Toji only shushed you softly, continuing to run his arms up and along your shoulders, planting warm kisses to the base of your neck.
When the water began to run cold, Toji wrapped you in your soft gray towel, the three of you owning one with your names embroidered. it was a small detail that made you, deep inside, feel like you belonged. drying off your soft skin as you sat on the bed, wrapping the robe’s tie around your fingers as Toji rubbed a lavender lotion into the skin of your legs and arms.
When he was finished, he helped you stand, letting you slip on your teddy bear slippers and headed downstairs. The scent, strong of basil, came from the kitchen where Ai was sat at the table; she’d redressed.
Now in a more relaxed yet still renounced to a black mesh robe with her short hair pinned back with dolly clips, fit with the third charm necklace Toji had bought for the three of you. She’d been sipping on wine - the smeared gloss and stained color of her lips giving it away before you’d seen the half empty glass next to her on the table.
“Sorry, just some time to relax, huh?” Toji squeezed your shoulder as he moved past you to collect some of the meal onto a plate for you.
Ai only shook her head, “It’s okay,” she smiled, reaching out to take your hand in her own, leading you to sit beside her at the table.
Toji placed your plate down in front of you before sitting on the other side of Ai, reaching out to cup your free hand in his own.
“We need to talk.” Ai spoke softly from your right, massaging her thumb into the skin of your hand; the red acrylic of her nail dancing in soft circles over your knuckle.
Your palms began to sweat, your throat ran dry as you nodded weakly. Shakily, you dropped your hands from both of their grasps, pulling them to hide in your lap as you nervously pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Am I in trouble?” your voice trembled through a broken sob. Perhaps everything you’d thought was true, that everything they’d done and everything the three of you had shared was coming to an end, crashing down right in front of your very eyes and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Nothing to do but gently sob as the world crashed in around you.
Ai shook her head softly, reaching a hand up to massage your shoulder, “No, not at all, honey.”
“Sweetheart,” Toji spoke, his own voice choked at the sight of you so broken across from him. Quickly, he made his way over to you, pulling you into his lap and letting you grasp onto what little you could.
“What’s been going on, baby?” he whispered against your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you took a deep and shaky breath.
Your breath hitched a moment as you struggled to speak, nails digging into Toji’s shirt, “I-I feel like I'm not good enough for the two of you. You both do so much for me and I feel like it’s not fair-” you coughed on your own tears, shuddering as you continued, “I just feel like one day you’ll both get tired of me.” your eyes lifted to look at one of them one by one, their own faces frowned and welled up with tears.
“Honey, we could never.” her voice was the softest you’d ever heard it - of course, that meant she was holding back tears, but you’d never let her know you knew that.
“We love you, you’re our everything, sweetie.” she reached a hand out to rub at your knee as Toji ran his hand up and down your back gently.
“Hey,” he cupped your jaw, bringing your eyes up to his own, “Hey, I know how hard it is sometimes, how frustrating it is to get stuck up in your own head and not know how to calm down…but baby,” his voice wobbled, “Baby…” his voice broke and and string of tears fell over his strong cheeks.
At that moment your own dam of tears broke and you pressed your swollen lips to his, letting him cup you closer to him.
Ai reached to pull you to her own lips, cupping your cheeks in her silky hands as your lips pressed against her own, “So good fr’us,” she pulled away with a watery smile, “So pretty and sweet.” the pads of her thumbs circled the apples of your cheeks.
The three of you made your way up to the shared bedroom, Toji carried you as Ai followed, the mesh fabric of her robe following in a pillow behind her as she carried her glass of red wine.
Once inside, Ai placed her glass on the birchwood vanity across the bed, moving to push back the velvet curtains as Toji laid you onto the silk bed sheets, massaging the soft of your thighs as he crawled down to lick a stripe up the lips of your pussy.
Mewling, you moved to throw off your bathrobe, whining when Toji did it for you, throwing it to the carpeted ground where Ai sighed before making her way over to sit next to your head at the top of the heart shaped bed.
“Easy on her, Toji,” She bit her stained lip with lust, bending down to press her lips to yours as Toji groaned. The tip of his nose bumped at the hood of your clit as he ran a finger up and down your soaked slit gently.
“You’re so good fr’daddy, sweetheart,” he smiled against your cunt, pressing a kiss to your folds as he began to scissor the two of his fingers inside of you. “Taste so good, fr’me.”
His arms reached to wrap around the plush of your waist, silver eyes lidded with lust as he watched you writhe in pleasure.
Ai moved to kiss along your sternum, one hand coming up to massage your breast as her mouth ran over the other. Chills ran up your spine as you were flooded with emotion and pleasure, your mind spiraling as Toji’s tongue ran up and down your cunt, his fingers spreading you.
“Gonna cum fr’us, baby?” Ai pulled up from your breast to reach a hand between your thighs, circling your clit with her finger lighty.
With a whine and jolt you nodded, back arching as your hole clenched against the cool air of the room with a broken moan.
It’d begun to rain again.
Toji pulled himself up from between your legs, tongue rolling over his swollen lips with a smirk as he crawled over you, cradling your head in the warmth of his hands. “You okay, sweetie?” he pressed a kiss to your nose, “Want daddy to go slow, whadda’ feelin’?”
You struggled to keep your eyes opened, lashes fluttering as you whispered a soft “Slow, please.” Before Toji pressed his lips to yours, the tip of his cock sinking into your heat.
Your hands immediately went to grab at his arms, moaning as he sank to the hilt, balls resting against your folds. You cried beneath him, reaching up and outwards for both of them.
Ai moved closer to you, spreading her thighs as she kissed your cheek gently. Her hand came to thread through your own, running the other over her clit in soft circles as Toji’s lips met yours.
He began to thrust in at out of you at a soft pace, letting you cry and moan beneath him as you got comfortable before trying to turn over. Toji seemed to get the message as he pulled out, still stroking at the length of his cock as he maneuvered you onto your stomach with the other. He let you get into a comfortable position before settling himself into you once more.
Ai cupped your cheeks in her hands as Toji thrusted into your heat with hot pants and groans, the thick of his hands massaging the plush of your hips gently.
“Our perfect baby,” Ai whispered against your lips, petting away the tears that fell over your hot cheeks, “So beautiful and good.”
Toji pushed himself deeper into you, making you cry as you reached to pull him closer to you. He settled on pressing his chest against your sweat-slicked back, one of his arms coming to wrap around your chest as the other pressed into the bedsheets, taking gentle thrusts as you cried in both their arms.
“So perfect, god i fuckin’ love you, kid.” Toji whispered against the nape of your neck, thrusts becoming more sloppy as you clenched around him with a moan.
“You’re so good, aren’t you?” Ai spoke with a nod, letting you mimic her movements as Toji pulled out to flip you over, throwing your legs over his shoulder and sinking back into your heat.
“We love you so much, honey.” Toji panted, kissing you deeply as his balls slapped against your folds rhythmically, a pap, pap, pap, sounding against the cold rain.
Ai moaned beside the two of you, her fingers curling inside her heat as she kissed up and down Toji’s arm. “M’gonna cum,” She keened, hair coming loose from the pearly clips as she moaned.
Your eyes drifted to watch her before Toji cupped your jaw back with one hand, his silver eyes locking on your own lidded ones.
“Gonna cum fr’us, baby?” he whispered, abdomen clenching as the swollen head of his cock tapped your cervix, thick length stretching your gummy walls, “Gonna cum fr’daddy?”
With a weak cry you nodded ‘yes’, digging your nails into his tanned skin as your walls clenched around his length, pulling a deepened moan from the man above you as he spilled into your heat.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, moving to pull out with a gasp, “Oh fuck, m’still cumming.” His seed spilled into you, spurts of warmth coating your walls as he thrusted lazily. His cum spilled out of you and onto the sheets, wrapping the base of his cock in a thick ring of white.
You panted beneath him, your skin hot and clammy, small hands moving sporadically as you struggled to ground yourself, body still riding out the hot waves of your orgasm.
Toji shushed you gently, linking your hands together as he kissed you, hips grinding to a slow stop as the two of you moaned deeply.
He slipped out of you with a choked breath, moving to lean against the headboard as he pulled you into his arms. Resting against his chest you whined lightly, mind fuzzed and eyes struggling to stay open.
Toji pressed a kiss to your temple, inhaling the soft vanilla of your shampoo, “You did so good fr’us, kiddo.”
You could only nod, other hand weakly reaching for Ai in your dream-like haze. She very quickly ran her hand over your own, softly grasping your wrist in a gentle hold as she brought herself to lay between your shaky thighs. She pressed feather-like kisses up and down the length of your leg as her fingers ran over your sensitive folds causing you to jolt lightly.
“Easy, easy,” Toji spoke with a light chuckle, his hand coming down to cup your head closer to his chest. “You want this?” he asked, pressing another kiss to the top of your head when you nodded ‘yes’.
“Words, sweetie,” Ai bit at your knee.
You let out a choked “yes!” fall from your swollen lips, moving to grasp onto Toji as Ai cupped what seed had spilled from your cunt and pushed back into your heat.
Ai moaned into your cunt, pressing kisses up and down your folds as she gently fingered your gummy walls.
With what little conscience you had left, you cried, thighs tensing as tears fell over your raw and hot cheeks.
Toji cupped your jaw gently to bring your eyes up to his own, “You’re doin’ so good, baby, just a lil’ bit more, okay?”
You nodded feverishly, moaning and back arching as Ai sucked at your clit.
“Gonna cum fr’us?” your eyes met Toji’s once more and with a cry, you came. Chills ran up your spine as your walls clenched around Ai’s smooth digits, her stained lips a rose mess as she pulled herself up from between your thighs.
Crawling to the otherside of you, she pressed a kiss to your hot shoulder, running her hand up and down the length of your hip, “You did, so good for us, honey,” you turned weakly, pressing your lips together in a soft peck before dropping your head back onto the silk pillow.
“You gonna let us take care of you from now on?” Toji’s brow arched in an amused smirk, earning a weak laugh from you, managing to move your head in a light nod as Toji ran a hand over your head, cupping you to his chest.
“I should probably start another bath,” Ai spoke after a moment, bringing the hand up that was linked with your own to press a soft kiss to your knuckle, the soft sound of your snores bringing a warm smile over her features.
Toji nodded, leaning over you to peck her before pulling back and stroking the pad of his thumb over your cheek. God, they loved you.
“In a little bit, let’s just let her sleep fr’now.”
Ai nodded, letting herself fall back against the silk duvet, head turned up to watch herself in the ceiling mirror.
Toji pressed another kiss to your head, pulling the covers over the three of you; the warmth of you against his chest lulling him to sleep.
The room was quiet and calm, the patter of rain settling the three of you in a comfort as it fell past the open doors of the balcony; sure to do the watering of your garden for you as you slept the rest of the evening away wrapped in your lovers’ arms.
synopsis: the perks that come with having a single father as your roommate.
characters: toji, reader
genre: domestic fluff | wc: drabble type so i didnt count lowl
commissions | ko-fi
you ask toji to list three things he love, and from the get-go he first says that he loves the 7/11 down the corner of your place, because the old man that owns it could never count change right and would always give him extra.
then the next, he says he loves the feeling right after goodbye.
it’s an odd thing to say, so you questioned it with a tilt of your head, the why, unspoken. he picks up on it quick. with a shrug, he answers you in half a truth, the other a haze. “it feels good,” is what he first says. then when you take a sip and stretch the quiet— a thing he’s always hated— he clarifies, “when you say bye to someone, after it feels like you can do something else.”
“that really what you want?” the scar on his ring finger reminds you that a piece of metal kept the skin beneath invulnerable once. “to do something else?”
Y'all! I don't even know where to start! Please bear with whatever crap I put out lmao.
Link to- Part 2. Part 3.
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I think Toji is the kind of person who would be upfront about having a kid right from the beginning.
He'd keep reminding you by saying, "You do know I'm a single dad, right?" for the first few months of your relationship, because it would take a long time for him to fully comprehend that you are OKAY with him being a single dad and that you would not leave him just because he already has a kid.
He'll show you lots of Baby 'Gumi pictures on his phone every time you meet, he's gonna be a proud daddy! But best believe that it'll take FOREVER for this man to introduce you to his son.
But, when he does, he regrets not doing it sooner because come on now, you and baby 'Gumi playing together IS A SIGHT HE WOULD DIE FOR.
One day, you'd be out shopping and come across a cute little onesie in the baby section, and without a second thought you'll buy it for Baby 'Gumi. It'll be a bonus if you find a matching onesie for Toji too.
Toji of course would be taken aback that you bought something for HIS son and his heart is going to go all "UwU", but he's going to put on a facade of, "Why would you buy something for him? You didn't have too"
And good luck trying to get Toji in the matching onesie. Lmfao what were you even thinking Y/N? This man isn't going to comply to get into that ridiculous thing even if you sell your soul.
There is a HIGH chance of him forcing you into that matching *oversized* onesie instead of him and laugh when you pout.
About a year into your relationship, you'd practically be living with Toji and he's going to get grumpy when you'd give most of your attention to baby 'Gumi and not him. Like, HOW DARE YOU?
He would've grown so habitual to coming home to a sight of you and Baby 'Gumi, that if you dare to NOT be at his place without telling him, and he comes home to see baby 'Gumi with his sitter and not you, he's going to show up at your doorstep with Baby 'Gumi strapped to his chest in his baby carrier and a big bag of baby goodies in one of his hands.
"Why weren't you home?"
"What do you mean that you have work? You can work from my place."
He'll be spending the night at your place with baby 'Gumi. Duh.
Once you've put Baby Megumi to sleep and you're all cuddled up with Toji on your bed in comfortable silence, he'll hesitantly ask you to move in with him.
"Oh, you know, 'Gumi has grown used to you being around. So,you know, move in for 'Gumi's sake..."
