୨ ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ babydaddy!toji fucking hates your new boyfriend! [18+]
( mdni. cw: (18+), infidelity/cheating, possessive/jealous ex, breeding kink, oral sex (cunnilingus), rough yet loving penetrative sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, )
The front door clicked shut behind your boyfriend, his goodbye kiss as perfunctory as always—quick, distracted, already scrolling his phone as he headed to his car. You sighed, locking up and glancing at the clock. Nearly 10 PM.
Megumi had crashed out after storytime, his little chest rising and falling in his race car bed down the hall.
Your baby daughter, sweet-faced and tiny at just eight months, was bundled in her crib, monitor humming softly on the kitchen counter. The house settled into that familiar quiet, the kind that amplified every creak and whisper.
Life had shifted since you and Toji split nearly a year and a half ago. Back then, things were fire and chaos—passionate nights tangled in sheets, his massive frame pinning you down, cock stretching you until you saw stars. But commitment? He dodged it like a curse.
Fights escalated, toxicity poisoned the air, and you walked away for the kids' sake. Separate paths, co-parenting through gritted teeth.
He showed up religiously, though—picking up Megumi for park days, cradling the baby with surprising gentleness, handing over child support without a fuss. But his eyes always lingered on you too long, that scarred lip twitching into a smirk that hid regret.
Then came your new boyfriend. Steady job, nice enough, made you laugh sometimes. But the sex? Vanilla. Predictable thrusts, over too soon, leaving you feigning satisfaction. Toji hated him.
Every visit, he'd grill Megumi: "So, what's this guy's deal, kid? He treatin' ya mom right?" Megumi, loyal little echo, would shrug: "Dunno, Dad. He brings pizza."
The baby just babbled, oblivious. Toji's jaw would clench, green eyes darkening. Possessive. Always had been.
A sharp knock rattled the door—three raps, firm. Your heart stuttered. Peering through the peephole, there he was: Toji Fushiguro, towering on the porch in a black hoodie zipped low over his pecs, sweatpants slung low on those V-cut hips. Hair messy, like he'd been pacing.
You cracked the door, chain still latched. "Toji? It's late. Kids are asleep. What's up?"
He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, biceps bulging. "Can I come in? Need to talk. About the kids... and shit."
Hesitating, you unlatched, stepping back. He ducked inside, filling the space, that familiar scent—clean sweat, faint cologne, raw man—flooding your senses.
You shut the door softly, arms folding over your chest. "Talk, then. Megumi's got a check-up Tuesday. Baby's teething, needs more formula—"
"Not about that." His voice dropped, rough as gravel. He toed off his boots, padding into the living room like he owned it—hell, parts of him did, etched into your kids, your memories.
He dropped onto the couch, manspreading wide, patting the cushion beside him. "Sit. Please."
You perched on the edge, knees together, hyperaware of the inches between you. "What is it, Toji?"
He rubbed his neck, scarred lip quirking. "Miss you, Y/N. Fuckin' miss this." Gesture swept the room—the photos on the mantle of Megumi's first steps, baby girl's ultrasound.
"Livin' here together. Wakin' up to you in my shirt, pussy still wet from the night before. Cookin' breakfast while I fuck you over the counter. That life."
Heat bloomed low in your belly, traitorous. You missed it too—the way he'd wreck you, body molding to his like clay. But you schooled your face. "We're not together anymore. You made that clear."
"Yeah, and I regret every goddamn second." His eyes bored into yours, intense. "Was a dumbass. Too caught up in my bullshit. But seein' you with him? That prick? Kills me. Megumi mentions him droppin' by, baby coos at him—fuck that. He make you happy?"
You swallowed, glancing away. "He's... fine. Steady."
Toji scoffed, shifting closer, thigh brushing yours. Electricity sparked. "Steady. That's code for borin'. Does he fuck you better than me? Huh? Stretch that tight pussy like I did? Make you scream loud enough to wake the neighbors?" His hand landed on your knee—warm, callused, thumb stroking slow circles.
"Toji—stop." But your voice wavered, nipples pebbling under your tank top. Deep down, you ached for him. That boyfriend never ignited this fire.
"Tell me," he pressed, body crowding yours now, breath hot on your neck. "He hit it right? Or you fakin' it, thinkin' of my cock the whole time?" Face inches away, lips brushing your ear. "I know you, doll. This pussy's mine. Always has been."
Your resolve cracked. "He left ten minutes ago. Kids asleep. This is crazy."
"Crazy's what we do best." He cupped your jaw, turning your face. Lips crashed—slow at first, testing. You melted, mouth opening under his, tongue stroking deep. Tastes of mint and him, hands fisting his hoodie as you kissed back, hungry.
He pulled back, smirking. "Knew you missed me. C'mere." Scooping you up effortless, he carried you to the bedroom—your room, door clicking shut. Laid you on the bed gentle, despite the hunger in his eyes.
"Toji, we can't—" Protest died as he knelt between your thighs, peeling your sleep shorts down slow, panties clinging wet to your folds. "Fuck... look at you. Soaked already. This for me?"
You nodded, biting your lip. He spread your legs wide, thumbs parting slick lips, exposing your clit—swollen, begging.
"Missed this pretty pussy. Sweetest thing." Leaned in, breath ghosting your core. Nose dragged along your slit, inhaling deep. "Smells like heaven."
Tongue flicked out—flat, slow lick from hole to clit. You gasped, hips bucking. He pinned you down, one hand splayed on your belly, the other fingers circling your entrance teasing. "Stay still, mama. Gonna eat you proper."
Lips sealed around your clit, sucking soft—pulling pulses that made stars burst.
Tongue delved lower, spearing your hole, fucking in shallow thrusts. Wet sounds filled the room, his groans vibrating through you. "Taste so fuckin' good. Forgot how you drip for me."
Fingers joined—two thick ones sliding in easy, curling right against that spot. He pumped slow, deliberate, thumb rubbing your clit in tandem.
"This what he does? Nah. He don't know your spots like I do." Mouth latched back, sucking harder, tongue lashing your bud while fingers scissored, stretching you.
Pleasure coiled tight, your hands fisting sheets. "Toji—oh god—"
"Cum on my tongue. Gimme it." He devoured—licking, sucking, fingers crooking relentless. You shattered, walls clamping his digits, juices flooding his palm. He lapped every drop, humming approval.
Not done. He stripped slow—hoodie off, revealing slabs of pecs, ridges of abs glistening faint sweat.
Sweatpants shoved down, cock springing free: thick, veined, head leaking pre-cum. "See this? Made our babies. Gonna make another."
You whimpered, legs wrapping his waist as he notched at your entrance. Pushed in slow—inch by burning inch, walls fluttering around girth. "Fuck... tight as ever. Missed squeezin' me like this."
Bottomed out, balls snug to your ass. Held still, forehead to yours, kissing soft—loving. "Love you, Y/N. Always did. Gonna fuck you right, make you mine again."
Hips rolled deep—grinding, then withdrawing halfway, slamming back. Rhythm built sensual: long drags, circling grinds hitting your clit. Hands roamed—tweaking nipples, gripping ass, pulling you onto him.
"This pussy's home," he growled, pace quickening. Skin slapped skin, wet squelches echoing. "He can't fill you like this. Bet he cums quick, leaves you empty. Not me. Gonna breed you full."
Words ignited you. "Harder—please—"
He obliged—thrusts punishing yet tender, one hand cradling your face. "Yeah? Want daddy's load? Pump you up, tits swell again. Fuck that stupid boyfriend— you're mine." Cock pistoned, hitting cervix, balls tightening.
Second orgasm ripped through—screaming into his shoulder, nails raking his back. He followed, roaring low, cock pulsing ropes of thick cum deep. Held buried, grinding to push it higher. "Take it all. Good girl."
Collapsed together, breaths syncing. He kissed your temple, arm banding possessive. "Don't need him. We fix this—family. Me, you, kids. Yeah?"
You nodded, tears pricking—truth spilling. "Missed you too."
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