𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅! 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 × 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
You'd been dealing with Toji's broke ass for years now, ever since your son Megumi came into the picture. He wasn't the type to hold down a steady job—bouncing between odd gigs, construction sites when he felt like it, or whatever shady side hustle kept the lights on in his rundown apartment. Child support? Forget it; he'd hand over crumpled twenties when he remembered, leaving you to pick up the slack with your waitressing shifts and late-night hustles. But damn if the man didn't have a pull on you, that scarred-up body and those sharp green eyes that promised trouble every time he showed up at your door.
Tonight was pickup night for little Megumi. You cracked the door open, arms crossed, glaring at him leaning against the frame like he owned the place. His black tank top clung to his broad chest, sweatpants low on his hips, that familiar bulge outlined just enough to make your traitorous body heat up. 'He’s ready,' you said flatly, not inviting him in. Megumi bounded over, hugging his leg. 'Daddy!'
Toji ruffled his hair, smirking down at her before his gaze flicked to you, lingering too long on the way your shorts hugged your thighs. 'Aight, little man!, let's roll.' He scooped him up, but paused, voice dropping. 'You look stressed, ma. Rough week?' The 'ma' slipped out casual, like old times, but you weren't biting.
'Yeah, thanks to you forgetting last month's payment again,' you shot back, keeping your voice low so Megumi wouldn't hear. He was already distracted with his toy in the living room. Toji set him down gently, stepping inside uninvited, closing the door behind him. The air thickened, his presence filling the small space. 'Shit, I been workin'. Girl you know my Truck broke down—'
'Shut the fuck up , Toji. Always excuses.' You poked his chest, hard muscle unyielding under your finger. 'I'm drowning here, and you're out there... whatever the fuck you're doing.' He caught your hand, thumb rubbing your wrist, eyes darkening. 'Watch your mouth around my kid. And don't act like you don't miss me.' He pulled you closer, free hand grazing your hip.
You shoved him back, heart racing. 'Miss what? The deadbeats club? Get out.' But he didn't budge, towering over you, that smirk turning predatory. 'Nah, you miss me being yo man me being the provider . Admit it.' Megumi giggled from the couch, oblivious, watching cartoons. Toji glanced his way, then back, voice a rough whisper. 'Put em to bed early tonight. We talk this out.'
The argument simmered as you got Megumi settled—bath, story, tucking him in with a kiss on the forehead . Toji waited in the kitchen, raiding your fridge like it was his. You stormed in after, slamming the door shut. 'Talk? You mean fuck and forget?'
He turned, bottle of beer in hand—your last one. 'Damn right. That's how we do shit.' He set it down, advancing slow, backing you against the counter. His hands braced on either side, caging you. 'You been givin' me that look since I got here. Pissed, but wet for it.' You slapped his arm, but it lacked heat. 'You're delusional. And broke.'
Toji chuckled low, breath hot on your neck. 'Broke, but I eat good.' His mouth brushed your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 'Let me remind you why you keep comin' back.' Before you could protest, his lips crashed onto yours, rough and demanding, tongue pushing in like he owned every inch. You bit back, tasting the beer on him, hands fisting his shirt.
He groaned, grinding his hips forward, hard cock pressing through his sweats against your belly. 'Fuck, yeah—fight me.' One hand yanked your tank top up, exposing your breasts, calloused palm cupping one roughly, pinching the nipple until it pebbled. You gasped into his mouth, legs parting instinctively as he wedged a thick thigh between them.
'To-ji—wait,' you panted, but he was already dropping to his knees, shoving your shorts and panties down in one go. Cool air hit your bare pussy, already slick from the tension. He looked up, eyes hungry. 'Nah, been too long since I tasted this.' His tongue flicked out, flat and broad, licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit.
You gripped the counter, knees buckling as he dove in, sucking your clit hard, two fingers thrusting deep without warning. They curled, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. 'Shit—oh god,' you moaned, trying to stay quiet .Toji hummed against you, vibrations shooting pleasure straight up your spine, his free hand gripping your ass, spreading you wider.
He ate you like a starving man, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to sting, fingers pumping relentlessly. Your thighs quivered around his head, juices coating his chin. 'So fuckin' sweet, ma. Drip for me.' He added a third finger, stretching you, scissoring as he lapped faster, focused on your clit.
The coil tightened, your hand flying to his dark hair, yanking hard. 'Don't stop—fuck, Toji!' Orgasm hit like a freight train, walls clenching around his digits, flooding his mouth. He drank it down, groaning, not letting up until you shoved him away, oversensitive.
Toji stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, cock straining obscenely. He shoved his sweats down, thick length springing free—veiny, uncut, pre-cum beading at the tip. 'Turn around. Ass up.' You hesitated, but the command in his voice had you complying, bending over the counter, pussy exposed and aching for more.
He didn't tease, just gripped your hips and slammed in, bottoming out in one brutal thrust. You cried out, muffled by your arm, the stretch burning so good. 'Tight as fuck—take this dick.' He set a punishing pace, hips snapping, balls slapping your clit with each drive. His hand came down on your ass, a sharp smack that made you jolt, skin blooming red.
'Harder,' you begged, pushing back, meeting his thrusts. Toji growled, leaning over you, chest to your back, one hand snaking around to rub your clit roughly. 'Greedy little thing. Gonna fill this pussy up.' He bit your shoulder, marking you, pounding deeper, the kitchen filling with wet sounds and your shared gasps.
He flipped you suddenly, hoisting you onto the counter, legs wrapping around his waist as he plunged back in. Face to face now, his green eyes locked on yours, intense. 'Look at me when you cum.' Fingers dug into your thighs, spreading you wide as he rutted hard, cock dragging against your walls, hitting your g-spot every time.
Sweat dripped from his brow, muscles flexing with each thrust. You clawed his back, nails leaving red trails. 'Toji—close, shit!' He pinched your nipple, twisting, the pain mixing with pleasure. 'Cum on this cock, baby. Milk me.' The words pushed you over, second orgasm ripping through you, pussy spasming, squeezing him tight.
Toji followed with a guttural 'Shit!', thrusts erratic, burying deep as he came, hot spurts painting your insides. He stayed lodged, grinding slow, riding it out until you both stilled, panting. He kissed you lazy then, almost tender. 'See? We good now.'
You shoved him off, legs shaky, but couldn't hide the satisfied smirk. 'For now, broke ass. Don't forget the money.' He laughed, pulling up his sweats. 'Aight, ma. Bet.'