dads best friend!toji catches you humping your pillow and moaning his name ♥︎
꒰ cw; age gap, thigh riding, mutual pining, unestablished relationship, (f) orgasm, praise, toji calls reader ‘kid’, ‘princess,’ wc 1.3k ꒱
you knew it was wrong — perverse, even. you have a crush complete obsession with your dad’s best friend. you’ve felt this way since you met him, when you were still in your late teens. when he wouldn’t look twice at you.
what toji didn’t know, was that every time he looked at you, every time his knee brushed yours under the dinner table, every time he stretched and his shirt lifted enough for you to see his deep v-line and dark happy trail…
you got so worked up that you found a way of… relieving the tension. it’s not like he’d ever know, right?
now that you’re home from college and in your early 20’s, you figured maybe things would be different. maybe toji would finally see you the way you wanted him to, no matter how wrong it may be.
what you didn’t know, is that since you’d got home, toji’s having struggles of his own. struggles you’d soon find out about.
after sitting through an entire dinner with toji and your family, you excuse yourself, sauntering off to your bedroom to compose yourself. at least that’s how it started. quickly, your mind began to race, focusing only on your dad’s best friend and that delicious scar in the corner of his mouth, those meaty biceps, littered with thick veins — the way he calls you ‘kid’ like you don’t fantasise about him every damn night.
you almost did it unconsciously — straddling your pillow and beginning to roll your hips, panties tugged down to your ankles. ‘just a few minutes,’ you told yourself, sighing in relief as your aching clit brushes the soft pillow beneath you.
you should’ve known you’d only get worked up. you also should’ve done a better job at closing your door all the way.
it just slipped out. you didn’t think anyone would hear.
you palm your breasts over your skimpy shirt, the one your put on just for your dad’s friend, continuing to rub your cunt back and forth on your pillow — desperately wishing it was toji’s tongue, or his thick fingers.
"fuckin’ adorable," toji says, standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.
you practically jump out of your skin, scrambling to find your jeans that you discarded minutes ago, covering your bare cunt with your hand. "mr fushiguro! i was just—"
"just…what?" toji says, slowly edging closer, looking you up and down like he’s starving. "moanin’ my name while ya’ grind that pretty pussy on your pillow?"
your cheeks flush red from humiliation.
"and don’t y’think you’ve known me long enough to call me by my first name? especially since you moan it when you think no one’s listenin’," he teases, now standing right next to you, dick twitching in his pants.
"what, cat got your tongue now?" toji continues, trailing a finger down your thigh, grinning at the way you shiver from such minimal contact. “ain’t gonna let me watch, princess?" he continues.
your breath hitches. "it’s embarrassing—"
toji chuckles lowly, sitting down next to you, your bed dipping under his weight. he’s so close to you, you can smell his cologne, the beer on his breath. you had no idea this amount of tension was physically possible.
you climb onto toji’s lap, straddling one thick thigh, panties loose around one ankle before dropping to the floor completely. "atta girl," he praises, two large hands gripping your thighs, eyes fixated on the sight of your glistening cunt — folds puffy and desperate for attention. his attention.
toji anchors you against him, pulling you down so your pussy is flush against his thigh, slick quickly creating a damp patch on his pants. instantly, you see the prominent tent below you, thick and heavy, just as you’d imagined it’d be.
"can’t give it t’ya tonight, kid," he purrs, letting you rub your hand over his hard dick, hole clenching around nothing at the sensation, frustrated at how little time you had before your family realise both you and toji have been gone for longer than expected.
"ain’t got long," he continues, extending his thumb to circle your clit, making your breath hitch again. "shh, stay nice n’ quiet. don’t want anyone to know y’get this wet for your dads best friend, do you?"
you shake your head, panting lightly as you begin grinding against toji’s thigh, clit catching deliciously against the fabric of his pants. toji guides your movements, helping you grind against him, humming at the way your fingers thread through the dark hair at the nape of his neck.
"hnghh—toji—" you moan breathily, still convinced you’re dreaming. never in a million years did you think you’d be here, getting yourself off on toji’s thigh, listening to him talk you through it with that low, gravelly voice that’s made your pussy twitch for years.
he takes two thick fingers, brushing them over your bottom lip before inserting them into your mouth to keep you quiet. you begin to suck on toji’s digits eagerly, moans muffled as they fill your mouth. "good girl, look at you suckin’ on my fingers. you’ve wanted this for as long as i have, huh?"
you nod, feeling toji push his fingers a little deeper, enough to make you gag. toji continues helping you grind against him with his other hand fingertips digging into the supple flesh. "makin’ such a mess," he says, looking down at the damp patch on his pants, "what’re we gonna tell your dad, huh?"
"m’sorry—hnhh—" you babble, hips moving faster, desperate to get yourself off before someone walks in. every drag of your clit against toji’s solid thigh has you whining quietly, embarrassingly close to orgasm.
toji releases his fingers from your mouth, a covered in saliva that he smears generously on your pussy before hiking your shirt up, revealing your breasts. breasts he’d secretly dreamed about. for longer than he’d care to admit.
wasting no time, toji takes one breast into his mouth, kneading the supple flesh, tongue swirling around your nipple. he hums lowly, listening to the way your moans increase, almost loud enough for someone to hear. with his lips still closed around your nipple, he darts his hand out again, covering your mouth with his palm.
your thighs begin to shake, both hands gripping toji’s hair tight enough to make his scalp burn. "mnghh—" you mewl beneath his palm, moans almost completely muffled as you climax. "fuck—atta girl, just like that," toji encourages, too hypnotised by the sight of you humping his thigh needily to feel guilty about what he was doing.
or more accurately, what he was letting you do.
he gives your tits one final suck, paying attention to your other breast before releasing your nipple with a wet pop. "such pretty tits," he says, feeling you go limp against him, body weak after your orgasm. "gonna miss these when i go back to that dinner table n’ pretend they weren’t just in my mouth."
you rest your forehead against toji’s shoulder, still panting slightly. "want more," you say quietly. toji leans you back, cupping your face as he captures your lips in a heated kiss, deep and firm, tongue sliding against yours. "i know, princess," he murmurs.
toji helps you off his lap, picking up your panties from the floor before you can, slipping them into his pocket. you blush, trying to find your jeans so no one becomes suspicious at your change of clothing when you go back in.
quickly, toji slips out of your room, leaving you with only the memory of his lips against yours and a wink that means ‘i’m not done with you yet.’
ten minutes later, you and your family (plus toji), are sat in the living room, talking amongst yourselves. "what happened to your pants?" your dad laughs, eyes finding the damp patch on toji’s thigh.
"spilled some beer earlier," he responds, giving you a wink once everyone had averted their eyes.
a/n; just to clarify, reader is of age, toji had no interest until she was !!
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