. 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝙱𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚢!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚛!𝚝𝚘𝚓𝚒.
. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 , 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚓𝚒 , 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 ,𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 , 𝚏!𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 , 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚌) , cum play, 𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 included , 𝚝𝚘𝚓𝚒’𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 , 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎r 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚓𝚒, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚓𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 a intimate “𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙“, 𝚝𝚘𝚓𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢, 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.
“Hi, Toji!” you call out after the man who’s just stepping into his apartment. You’ve been Toji’s neighbor for a year and a half now, and it’s easily the best thing ever. Toji has a son who, though he can be grumpy, is also the cutest thing alive—you just want to pinch his cheeks every time you see him, and thankfully, he seems to like tolerate you too. You’ve had the biggest crush on his dad, but you made him promise not to tell him. Your secrets are definitely safe with him!
Toji stops abruptly, keys already halfway in the lock, and turns to face you. You swear you hear him sigh, but that might just be your imagination. He loves having you around—you know he does.
“Hey, baby,” his deep voice rumbles out. That was another thing: you and Toji had grown so close that little endearments like that felt like second nature.
You smile at him, eyes crinkling at the corners. He loves that smile. Completely forgetting about the drinks in your hands, you rush toward him—only to trip over your own feet. The drinks you’d gotten for yourself, him, and Megumi slip from your arms and spill across the concrete.
“Shit!” Toji rushes over to you. Your shirt is damp from the spill, but luckily it wasn’t much. He checks you over quickly, and when he sees you’re unhurt, he turns to you with furrowed brows. “Y’need to be more careful. So clumsy,” he mutters under his breath.
You frown up at him, eyes stinging. You’d been so looking forward to those drinks—and you’d even gotten Megumi’s favorite, the one he’d been begging for. “That was for all of us! I’m so mad right now,” you huff, clearly annoyed.
“It’s alright. C’mon inside—let’s get you cleaned up.” He pulls you toward his apartment, unlocks the door, and leads you inside. “Take the shirt off.”
The grin that spreads across your face is impossible to hide, even standing right in front of him.
He kicks off his shoes, already sensing exactly what you’re thinking. “Stop,” he warns you.
“Stop what?” Your smile only grows, wider than ever.
“I know what you’re thinking. Stop it.” He tries to sound stern, but he can’t help but find your teasing funny. He turns around to find you’ve already taken off your shoes, standing there grinning up at him.
“Maybe you’re just thinking that, and you’re blaming it on me so you don’t feel guilty,” you say, folding your arms and giving him a knowing look.
He shakes his head and sighs. “Take it off.” He raises an eyebrow, hands resting on his hips—and that look makes you obey instantly. You pull the damp shirt over your head, leaving you in your pink bra. You roll your eyes at his serious expression and mutter, “Who does he think he is?” under your breath.
You look him dead in the eye and hand over your wet shirt. “I’ll wash this and bring it back. You can borrow one of mine while I do it.”
“I could wash it myself, y’know. I live right next door,” you say, almost laughing at how silly that sounds.
You expect him to remember—after all, you’d just reminded him. But the confused look on his face leaves you confused in return. Wait, you’re supposed to be the one confused here.
“Y’told me it was broken, baby,” he says, and the look in his eyes tells you he’s not surprised at all. “Said y’ wanted me to fix it when I got back from work.”
You’d told him that story this morning, just hoping he’d let you come over since nothing else you’d tried had worked to get closer to him.
“Right… well… oh well… mhm,” you mumble, shrinking back a little.
This wasn’t your first trick. You’d always come up with the most random excuses just to talk to him about anything else other than needing help with anything around your house. And every single time, it failed. Toji just wasn’t the type to drag out a conversation. You and Toji according to your words have talked and kissed on the cheek enough to be friends.
What was you even thinking?
You end up in a staring contest: you looking bashful, him waiting for an answer.
Finally, you throw your hands up with an irritated sigh. “Fine, it’s not broken. Now what?”
Toji shakes his head and walks away with your shirt in hand. In the meantime while he does what he does you decide to take a look around. You’d never been in here before. Although you’d caught glances of his apartment.
It was the total opposite of you. The whole place leans into the dark, muted tones no bright colors, no frills, just solid, worn comfort.
His apartment is plain, simple, and practical. There’s nothing extra, flowery, or decorative. No cute cushions, no posters, no little trinkets, nothing fancy. It’s exactly how a man like Toji would like it: straightforward and uncluttered.
How his son survives here is a total mystery. But then again, Megumi is just like his father—he probably thrives in this quiet, no-nonsense space.
You wander to the living room and sit down on the spacious couch. A moment later, Toji walks in holding a fresh shirt. “You do know I live right next door, right?” He avoids looking down at you in your bra. “I could just go home,” you say, nodding toward the door.
You stand up and step closer to him. “Or do you just love having me around?” You look up at him slowly, batting your lashes. Toji doesn’t seem like the type to get flustered, but you swear you see a tiny hint of it now.
When he doesn’t answer, you take the shirt from his hands and pull it over your head. It’s way too big—hanging loosely on you, barely fitting like a proper shirt at all. “It’s fine. I’ll stay. I was going to ask anyway.”
“For Megumi,” you clarify quickly.
“Anyways… I’m hungry, Toji.”
“So when I went up to take my order she’s like looking at me like I’m a big back (which even if they were all mine it’s none of her business.)” You say taking a bite of the steaming bowl of noodles in front of you.
Toji had started regretting letting you stay “for Megumi”. It’s been an hour and a half and you have not stopped talking. Even when he was making food for you you had been talking non-stop, folllowing him around the kitchen then proceeded to sit on the counter to talk some more.
Now the two of you are eating, and even with your mouth full, you chatter away, then take another bite, then talk some more. He knows you’re like this—you’ll find any reason under the sun to talk to anyone. He swears the old lady who lives one floor up has stopped sitting outside for fresh air just to avoid you.
As for what you were doing up on that floor? Only the universe knows.
The sound snaps him out of his thoughts.
“Mmm,” he hums around a mouthful of food.
Toji stretches his long arms over his head, his joints popping softly, and leans back in his chair, one arm resting along the back of your seat. “Heard what?”
You lean in, elbows propped on the table, eyes filled with worry “Who’s picking Megumi up?” “Cause I swear if you leave him waiting—”
He rolls his eyes, but there’s no bite to it just the faint, familiar tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth. “Gojo’s on it.”
He see’s the immediate dissatisfaction in your faces, and the slight pout of your lips. “Oh.”
“That one.” There’s a clear dislike in your voice.
Toji can’t help but chuckle at that. The clear dislike you have for the man was humorous to him— though Satoru feels quite the opposite. He’d make up any excuse just to flirt with you, and Toji has caught onto that.He’s never worried about it, though, considering you hate his guts. Said he’s ‘extremely arrogant and annoying’ your own words.
Just then, the front door creaks open.
“Hey,Toji! got your little one.” Gojo’s voice rings out, loud and cheerful, before he even steps all the way inside. He leans against the doorframe, grinning. While little Megumi trails behind him, heavy backpack behind him and a lollipop between his lips.
You glance over no real excitement in your face. Standing up you step right past Gojo and bend down so you’re eye-level to Megumi.
“Did you have fun at school?” You ask softly, brushing a stray lock out of his face. He immediately shakes his head no.
“Hey. I bought you something! Wanna see?” Gojo’s voice sounds from above you were you’re still talking to Megumi.
You keep your head tilted towards Megumi, doing your best to ignore Gojo.
But you really do wanna know what he go you. Shit. He knows gifts are your weakness. You’d been hoping to ignore Gojo.
Hesitantly you get up from your squatting position and face a grinning Gojo. You fold one arm across your chest and hold the other one out to him, looking everywhere but at him. Trying to play it cool.“Yeah.. whatever. Hand it over.”
He pulls the bag out of reach. “Not with that attitude.”
“Fine then I don’t want it.” You grip Megumi’s hand and turn to leave.
Before you can take another step, Gojo laughs and swings the bag right in front of you, still holding it just out of reach to tease you.
“Okay, okay, no need to run off with the kid! You’ve been craving this.. just letting you know.”
You pause, glancing between the bag and him like you’re still debating whether it’s worth it. But before you can answer, Toji’s low drawl cuts in from across the room:
“Give her the damn thing, Gojo.”
Gojo blinks, then chuckles and finally holds the bag out properly. “Fine, fine! The bodyguard speaks.”
You take it quickly, still not looking right at him, already peeking inside. Your eyes light up instantly. Gojo grins, leaning in a little. “Told you I pay attention. Now say thank you nicely.”
You huff, shifting your weight back and forth, then mumble soft and fast,“…Thank you.”
“Good girl.” He says it light and teasing.
Toji just shakes his head, leaning back in his chair, but you catch the faint, proud little tug of a smile on his face.
You turn right back around to Megumi like you didn’t hear him at all, pulling a tin out of the bag and handing it to him.
Inside the bag there’s two disposable spoons and napkins. Megumi pops the tin lid open and the sweet smell hits you instantly. You could almost scream out of excitement.
The last time you saw Gojo, you’d rambled on and on about how much you wanted this exact treat. You could almost drool just looking at it. This with a scoop of vanilla ice cream would be absolute heaven. You bite your lip and rub your tummy just thinking about it.
“It’s right in front of you, you know,” Toji says, leaning in from his seat a little closer.
You don’t even blink, still staring at the tin like nothing else exists.
He huffs a laugh, and repeats it a little louder. “It’s right there. You can have some if you want.”
You finally glance over at him, blinking slowly like you’re just now registering he’s talking to you. “Oh. Right.” Then you turn right back to Megumi, already reaching for the spoons. “Wanna try the first bite?”
Megumi nods eagerly just as excited as you are.
“Alright. Here’s one for you,” you say, handing him a spoon, then take the other for yourself.
You both take a big bite at the same time, and you hum so loud. It tastes even better than you remembered.
“Ah, hate to cut this short,” Gojo says, already turning toward the door, “but I’ve gotta go meet up with some friends.”
You pause, spoon halfway back to your mouth. You feel a little twinge of guilt, so you set it down and step over to him, wrapping your arms loosely around his middle. “Thank you for the cookie.”
He leans into it immediately, grinning and squeezing you back like you just gave him the best gift in the world. “Aww, you do care! I knew it—this is the sweetest moment of my whole life—”
“Shut up,” you mumble, pulling away quickly, though you don’t sound mad at all.
Megumi shuffles over too, and gives Gojo a quick, quiet hug around his legs. “Bye.”
Gojo laughs, ruffles both your heads one last time, and slips out the door. The second it clicks shut, you’re already back at the tin, scooping up another bite. “Okay, Dig in!”
You hum happily around your spoon, and even Megumi’s lips twitch into the tiniest hint of a smile as he takes another bite.
It’s only when you pause to lick a crumb off your thumb that you glance over at Toji.
He’s leaned deep into his chair, legs spread wide and one arm draped lazily over the backrest, watching you both with that quiet, heavy focus only he has. There’s no smirk, no teasing remark—just that soft, unguarded look in his eyes, like he’s seeing something he never thought he’d get to have. He’s always known how closed-off Megumi can be, how hard it is to get even that much warmth out of him… but you talk to him like he’s the most precious thing in the world, and it comes so naturally to you you don’t even seem to notice how special it is.
Without a second thought, you scoop up a big bite, walk right over to him, and rest your free hand lightly on his spread thigh. You lean in, pushing the spoon gently past his lips.
“Here,” you say simply.“It’s really good.”
Toji blinks, surprised for only a split second before he opens his mouth and lets you feed him. He keeps his eyes locked on yours the whole time, and the corner of his mouth tugs up in that faint, rare smile only you get to see. He doesn’t pull away—just lets you stand there close to him, warm.
A few hours later, the cookie tin is long empty, and the floor is scattered with storybooks and little toys.You’ve spent the whole time laughing, playing, and showing Megumi how to fold paper cranes until the sun dips low outside the windows.
When it’s finally time to go, you kneel down in front of Megumi first, cupping his little face in your palms. He’s already looking down at his socks, shoulders slumped just a little.
“Hey, none of that,” you say softly, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to his cheek. “I’m not going far, remember? I live right next door. Just through that wall! I’ll be over first thing tomorrow, okay? We can make those paper birds fly then.”
“I have school tomorrow.” He mumbles, his lips in a pout you could almost see the tears about to slip out. “Okay. Then after that!Alright?”
He nods slowly, even if he doesn’t lift his head right away. You ruffle his hair gently before standing up and turning to Toji.
He’s leaning against the doorframe, watching you with that quiet, steady look he always has. You step close, one hand resting lightly on his chest, and lean in to press a soft, tender kiss to the corner of his scarred lip— dangerously close to his lips lingering just a second longer than you did with Megumi, in a way that says more than words ever could.
“See you tomorrow,” you murmur, your thumb brushing over his jaw.
He nods, his hand coming up to rest over yours where it still sits on his chest. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”
The next morning, you bounce right up to his door and knock hard. Bright like you’re carrying a pocket full of sunshine.
The lock clicks, and the door swings open. Toji stands there, hair all messy and sticking up in places, that slow, heavy, just-awake look still lingering in his eyes—he’s already washed up and freshened off, you could smell the after shave of of him. He’s wearing a loose, low-slung sweatpants and a plain white short-sleeved shirt that fits just tight enough to show every line of him: broad, solid shoulders, thick corded arms, the deep curve of his biceps, and the strong, sturdy build that makes him seem so much bigger right there in the doorway. You blink and go quiet for a whole second, completely distracted, just staring like you’ve forgotten what you came here for.
Then you shake your head a little, lift the paper bag of honey buns and warm bottles of coffee you’re holding, and beam right up at him. “I don’t have work today! So you get the absolute pleasure of hanging out with me all day. Lucky you, right?”
You don’t even wait for him to answer—you step right in, wrap your arms tight around his middle, and press a quick, soft kiss to his cheek. He huffs a quiet laugh, big hand resting light on your back, and steps aside to let you pass. “Megumi’s already at school,” he rumbles, closing the door behind you. “So yeah. Guess I’m stuck with you.”
He says it like it’s a chore, but the way he looks at you says he’d never call it that.
You set the food down on his kitchen island, opening the bag to let the warm steam curl out. “Have you eaten breakfast yet?” You turn around—only to find Toji standing right behind you now, his hands resting on either side of the counter, boxing you in gently. “You’re still gonna eat it, right? I bought it just for you…” You blink up at him, pulling out your best, most dramatic sad puppy eyes.
But Toji isn’t even listening to your words. He’s looking at you so intently, so softly, like he’s about to do something he’s been wanting to do for longer than he can remember.
“Oh!” You gasp, pressing a hand to your chest like you’ve been truly wounded. “So we’re ignoring me now? Got it.” You wave your hands playfully in front of his face, hamming it up completely. “That’s fine. I’ll just… go eat all the good stuff myself then. No big deal.” You flash him a bright, overly dramatic thumbs-up, fighting a smile the whole time.
Before you can even turn away, his hands come up to cup your face, slow and sure. “Quit actin’,” he rumbles, his voice low and warm. “Wasn’t ignorin’ you. Was just thinkin’.”
“Thinkin’ about what?” you ask, tilting your head, still half-teasing.
“What you need to think about is how we are gonna devour this food.” You point toward the food.
“Whateva.” You roll your eyes.
“—that’s how you know my ass is fat for real.” You finish your sentence, then lean right back in to keep kissing Toji.
How you got here? Only the universe could say… okay, fine, you do know. After finishing that very filling breakfast, things got heated... And now here you are, straddling his lap on the couch.
And the worst part for Toji? You still haven’t stopped talking—even when your mouth is pressed right to his, tongues tangled together, you still mumble little comments right against his lips.
He doesn’t even answer you. He just huffs a quiet laugh, slides one big hand up to cup the back of your neck, and pulls you right back down to him.
This time the kiss is slower, deeper. His lips are warm and firm against yours, and when he brushes his tongue gently against your lower lip, you open for him without even thinking. He tastes like the sweet bun you shared and the warm coffee he drank, and he moves slow, like he’s got all the time in the world. His other hand rests heavy and steady on your waist, holding you right there against him.
You still try to mumble some silly comment against his mouth, and he just chuckles low and deep, kissing you a little harder to quiet you down. You can feel the faint scar on his lip brush against yours, familiar and warm, and for once you forget what you were even going to say.
He moves his lips down your neck sucking on your sensitive places inciting a moan out of you
He presses one last lingering kiss to your mouth before pulling back just enough to trail his lips slowly down your throat. His teeth graze lightly over soft skin, then he soothes the spot immediately with his warm tongue. He moves with slow, sure ease, finding every sensitive little spot along your neck—nipping gently, then sucking softly until you arch against him, letting out a shaky little gasp you can’t hold back.
His other hand finds the hem of your short, flowy pink sundress and slips beneath it. He caresses your smooth thigh gently, his palm moving slow back and forth, until he finds the soft, lightweight cotton of your panties.
He hooks a finger under the band that sits snug against your hip, tugs it back just a little, and lets it snap softly against your skin. He doesn’t even seem to realize what he’s done—until you let out a sharp little yelp that melts right into a soft moan.
“Sorry,” he mumbles low against your neck, his warm breath fanning over your skin. “Can I take this off?”
You nod eagerly, fingers curling tight into his shoulders. You’re sitting sideways across his lap now, turned so your legs drape over one of his thick thighs, and the steady, overwhelming pull of his mouth on your neck has stolen every other word right out of your throat.
He doesn’t rush. He slides his hand down, hooking his fingers under the soft cotton and pulling it slow and easy over your hips and thighs. You shift your weight and lift your hips to help him a little, still shaky and clumsy, and he guides the fabric all the way down your legs before tossing it aside without even looking.
You feel so flustered you tuck your face right against his shoulder to hide it. He rests his big, warm hands back on your bare thighs, his thumbs brushing slow, steady circles over your skin.
“Easy,” he rumbles low, his voice rough and soft all at once. “I got you.” He leans down to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Just tell me if you want me to stop.”
Toji’s thick fingers slide slowly over you, gathering the warm, slick wetness before he glides them carefully over your sensitive bud. You twitch involuntarily and suck in a sharp, shaky gasp, your fingers digging a little tighter into his shoulders.
He doesn’t rush or speed up, keeping that same slow, steady rhythm as he rubs gentle circles that make your hips stutter and roll against his hand. He feels how you tremble, how your breath catches every time he brushes just right, and presses another kiss to your temple.
“Still okay?” he asks low, his voice rumbling right against your ear.
You nod frantically into his shoulder, trying to muffle your whimpers against his shirt. He clicks his tongue softly, shifts his hand just so, and makes you cry out before leaning close to your ear. “Nah, don’t do that,” he rumbles. “I wanna hear every sound you make.” Then he goes right back to that same slow, careful rhythm, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.
You can’t hold back your sounds anymore, not when he keeps that slow, deep rhythm, hitting every sensitive spot just right. Your hips roll against his hand without you even thinking, your fingers twisting tight in the back of his shirt.
He feels you start to tremble, feels your breath come in short, sharp little gasps, and presses a warm kiss right below your ear. “That’s it,” he rumbles low. “Just like that. You’re doing so good.”
You whimper and press closer, hiding your face again even as you arch into his touch. Then he slips two thick fingers inside you, and a soft, wet squelch fills the quiet room. “So fuckin’ wet for me,” he murmurs rough and low.
He curls his fingers slow and deep, finding that spot that makes your whole body jolt. The wet, soft sound fills the quiet space between you, and he doesn’t rush—he keeps a heavy, slow pace like he’s got all the time in the world to unravel you.
You gasp sharp and cling tighter to him, your hips rolling to meet his hand without you even meaning to. He feels you start to shake, presses his forehead right against the side of yours, and rumbles low in your ear, “Tight little thing… squeezin’ my fingers so good. You like that, huh?”
You can only moan in reply, too far gone to form words, and he huffs a dark, satisfied laugh before moving just a little faster.
He picks up his pace now, pushing his fingers in and out with a firm, steady rhythm. “Toji,” you cry out, wrapping one arm tight around his neck while your other hand curls around his wrist—half trying to pull him closer, half pushing him away because it’s all becoming too much. “I’m gonna—”
“C’mon, baby. Cum on my fingers. You got it,” he encourages, never slowing down. You can feel yourself squeezing tight around his middle and ring finger, your body pulling him deeper. “That’s it. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
You hum a soft, shaky “mm” against his shoulder.
Your words dissolve into a broken cry right after, your whole body tensing up then shaking hard as the pleasure crashes over you. He keeps moving slow and gentle to help you ride it out, murmuring low praises right against your ear the whole time. “There she goes… that’s perfect. So good for me.” He keeps going until you go limp and pliant against his chest, your breath coming in short, shaky gasps.
He slowly pulls his fingers out, and you whimper softly at the sudden loss of warmth. He brings his glistening fingers to his mouth, tasting you, his dark eyes locked right on yours. “Tastes even better than I thought,” he says low.
Then he brushes your hair back from your damp forehead, pressing a warm kiss to your temple. “Easy now, good girl. Just breathe for me,” he rumbles, shifting you a little closer in his lap. “You okay?… Y’ ready for more?”
You turn to look at him, and catch that familiar glint in his eyes. Maybe you were just being weak, but that genuinely felt like it sucked the soul right out of you.
“No,” you say deadpan, keeping your face perfectly straight.
“Toji—please, slow down,” you moan out, your fingers tangling tight in the black locs atop his head. He’s settled between your legs, eating you out like a man starved. He’s already pulled two orgasms from you, not counting what he did with his fingers, and he hasn’t slowed down once. He seems to take pleasure in every sound you make, and in watching your cum drip slow and thick out of you.
Every time he makes you cum, he pauses just to stare—at first it made you self-conscious, but now you know: this is just how Toji likes it. He watches it flow, gathers the slick between his fingers, licks it clean, and dives right back in.
He’s made you cum so many times now you swear you might pass out any second.
“It’s okay, baby. Just relax.” he rumbles against your skin. One hand keeps your legs spread wide, while the other slides up your body to find yours, weaving his fingers through yours to give you the green light. You grip him back hard, your nails digging into his thick, rough, calloused hands—the same hands that were just in you, gathering your release, only moments before.
He doesn’t rush, doesn’t let up. He presses his tongue flat against you, then licks slow and deep, and your whole body arches off the couch. You whimper and squeeze his hands tight, clinging to them like an anchor to ground yourself through the overwhelming feeling. Your hips jerk and tremble, and you try to squirm away, every nerve ending raw and over-sensitive. “Too much,” you gasp, your voice all wobbly.
He just soothes the sensitive skin with soft licks before glancing up at you for just a second, eyes dark and hungry. “I know,” he rumbles low. “Just a little more. You can take one more for me, can’t you?” Then he buries his face right back where he was, working you steady until you finally break again, crying out his name, your fingers digging hard into his hands to ride through it.
He doesn’t pull away right away. He licks you clean, slow and thorough, like he’s savoring every bit he can get. Then he presses a final, lingering kiss to your inner thigh, and looks up at you with lips glistening, that dark, satisfied look in his eyes. “There we go,” he says. “Perfect.”
Slowly, he climbs up your body, his weight settling heavy and warm over you, and leans down to kiss you deep— the taste of you warm against your tongue, letting you taste every bit of what he just did.
By now your eyes are already closed from pure exhaustion. When he pulls back, he climbs off you and disappears for a moment, returning with a warm damp cloth. He presses it gently to your thighs and between your legs; the soft warmth soothes your overly sensitive clit instantly.
When he’s finished, he steps away again, then comes back to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “You did so good, baby,” he whispers right against your skin.
“Gimme that dick,” you mumble back, completely out of it from the overwhelming number of orgasms.
Toji chuckles low. “Next time.” He brushes the damp strands of hair away from your forehead, his touch gentle.
ᴀ|ɴ: I have soo many Toji fanfic ideas especially dad!Toji fics I’m so excited to write! Anyways this is my VERY first smut fic so I hope it was good. I enjoyed writing it and I got butterflies. Toji is so fineeee. I saw a figurine of him on my fyp and he looked so fineeee I had to write this. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed and i’ll shake some ass☻︎.(≧◡≦) I haven’t created a taglist before but I’ll create one and if you want to be added just comment or dm me!
Dividers creds: @angeliicide + @uzmacchiato
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