toji misses his girls. (you and your pussy.)
cw — 18+, toxic ex!toji, stalker-ish!toji, phone sex, degradation, cheating? (it’s not official), ‘daddy’ is used once or twice.
you and toji have been broken up for three months now. the relationship just didn’t work out how it should have. he was just too.. jealous. you didn’t have a problem with it at first, but then it just became too much. every person you’d hang out with, whether it be male or female, he was quick to assume you were messing with them. if you laughed at your phone too hard, he was assuming. if you texted him back late, he was assuming. if you came home late from work, he was assuming. he’d say things like:
“what’s so funny, huh? laughing at your other man’s jokes?”
“tch. hope he wore protection atleast.”
“and where the fuck have you been? making out with one of your best friends or something?”
it was tiring. you were the one to break it off. when you told him you two were done, the only thing he replied with was “you’ll be back, sweetheart. you can’t stay away from me for long.” cocky bastard.
turns out, he’s the one that can’t stay away.
for the past three months, he’s been religiously checking your social media accounts. he won’t like your posts or anything, afraid you’ll block him. but, trust, he keeps up. every picture you post on instagram with your girlfriends, he’s stalking each and every one of their accounts. you hardly ever posted anything with a man, except this once. he just so happened to be in the picture with you and two other friends. you were in the middle, one friend on your right, the other behind you, and the man on your left with his hand wrapped around your waist. toji’s face heated up in pure anger.
who was this man? your new boyfriend? a rebound, no less. who does he think he is touching you? being around you? breathing your air? toji hated whoever this man was. low and behold, he was tagged in the post. toji went through his entire account, scrolling all the way down to his first ever picture. imagine his surprise when he saw you liked it. now, he was really pissed. three months and what, you’re already moving on? he couldn’t believe it.
toji knew everything there was about you. your school schedule, your work schedule, what bus routes you take, coffee shops you frequent, places you eat on certain days.. everything. so, come the next day, he wasn’t shocked at all to see you outside of your favorite cafe. his presence wasn’t known to you. although you couldn’t see him, he had a perfect view of you. he sat at a table in a shaded corner, partially blocked by a pole. boy, was he glad for that.
you, however, were sat at a table placed conveniently in the middle of the room. the sun was shining perfectly on your pretty face, and that’s when he saw you. his face softened immediately. somehow, you had gotten ten times more gorgeous since the breakup. was he holding you back? his eyes trailed down your equally as perfect figure. he eyed the way your cream-colored sundress hugged your curves in all the right places, stopping at the middle of your thigh. your thighs. he loved those. he missed squeezing them, kissing them, caressing them, laying on them, cumming on them.
he had to avert his gaze anywhere but your thighs, as he felt himself getting hard. in public. he noticed you were with someone. he couldn’t make out the figure since they were sitting in front of you, but whoever it was, was making you laugh. toji should be the only making you laugh. he got up from his table and moved to another one — still hidden but closer to you — and that’s when he saw him.
the guy from your instagram. oh, hell no. toji was furious. his fist was balled up, and at this moment he wanted nothing more than to storm up to that table and knock your little friend clean out. this is what you’re doing? this is who you’re seeing? he couldn’t take it. he heard your laugh once more, and the guy had his hand over yours now. it’s as if you were trying to make him jealous, even without knowing he was there.
that night, toji stormed back into his apartment. he was pissed. his head was swarming with ‘what if’ questions. how long have you been with this guy? is he the reason you broke up with him? does he make you happy? does he touch you properly? does he touch you?
he couldn’t take it anymore. he whipped out his phone, fingers fumbling to find your message thread. his string of texts to you were purely out of anger.
you hadn’t heard from him since the breakup. surprisingly, he was giving you the space you needed. until now. you were at home, fresh out of the shower after your date. safe to say it went well. you think you like this guy, but you don’t wanna be too sure yet. when you got back to your room, your phone kept going off. someone was texting you.
toji: you have fun while you were out there?
toji: this the guy you left me for?
toji: god. it hasn’t even been that long and you’re already moving on
toji: did you even think about how i’d feel?
toji: he doesn’t deserve you.
toji: does he fuck you better than me?
you were disgusted, nervous, annoyed and creeped out all at once. how does he know about the guy? your date? has he been.. following you? keeping tabs on you?
you didn’t want to, but you texted him back.
you: what the fuck are you talking about??
you: how do you even know about him?
before you could respond with your own string of angry texts, he was calling you. you really, really didn’t want to pick up. but you did.
“what, toji?”
you could only hear.. panting?
“baby, im so glad you picked up..” he mumbled in between his panting.
you didn’t respond at first. you couldn’t figure out what was going on.
“toji, are you okay? you sound like.. you’re running or something.”
he missed your voice so much.
“yeah, you could say that.”
you rolled your eyes, already about to hang up on him before your ears recognized a sound only he could make. that’s when it hit you. he wasn’t running. he was jerking off. you didn’t know how you couldn’t tell by the wet squelching noises on the other end.
“toji, what the fuck? are you jerking off right now? seriously? you’re disgusting.”
he only groaned in response to that, thrusting into his hand even harder. “oooh, fuck. say my name again, baby. i missed hearing it.”
you stood there, dumbfounded. everything in your body was saying to hang up and block him, except your pussy. you were getting wetter by the second. there was something about how he sounded during intimate moments, it hooked you everytime. he always sounded so sexy, so desperate, and obviously your pussy still reacted to his noises.
you sat down on your bed, the urge to hang up on him still very strong. as you pondered on it, you kept him on speaker as he grunted loudly, starting to look for your post-shower skincare. you couldn’t concentrate however, as he continued to make the most lewd noises on the other end. he wanted you to know he was getting off.
“toji.. this isn’t okay.” your soft voice like music to his ears.
“im sorry, princess—fuck—i just miss you so much. miss that pretty face, those pretty lips, miss your pussy.”
butterflies made their way down to your core at his words. you squeezed your thighs together tightly, trying to ignore the pool forming between your legs. unknowingly, your hand traveled between your legs, fingers making their way between your folds. you immediately felt just how wet you were, and it made you sick. your body still wanted him. the small whimper you let out at the contact didn’t go unnoticed by toji. infact, it made him pump his cock faster.
“mm, you’re soaked, aren’t you? i know how your pussy reacts to my words.”
he wasn’t wrong.
you parted your lips to protest, but only the sound of yet another needy whimper left your mouth.
no. this was wrong. he wasn’t your boyfriend anymore and you weren’t his girlfriend. besides, you’re potentially seeing another guy. a better guy. hang up. just hang up the phone and block him for good. it’s that easy.
except it wasn’t, and you were bad at following directions. not even five minutes later and your fingers were pumping in and out of your needy hole, chanting toji’s name like it was all you knew.
“that’s it, pretty girl. know you miss me. know you miss this dick. tell me.”
“ngh—don’t wanna..” you refused. phone sex aside, you did not wanna tell him how badly your pussy missed his obscenely large cock stretching you open every night.
“no? oh, come on. i know you’ve been thinkin’ about it. do you think about me when you touch yourself? think about me ruining that pussy instead of your scrawny ass boyfriend?”
“h-he’s not—my boyfriend.”
toji stifled a laugh, slowing his movements temporarily. “he isn’t? oh, that’s too bad. would love for him to see how his girl folds for her ex.”
just as you were about to argue back, your fingers curled inside you, nudging against your most sensitive spot. your words got caught in your throat, only a choked out mewl being your response.
“god, you sound so pretty. wish i was there touching you instead of your pathetic ass hand. still can’t cum properly without my help, right?”
he couldn’t see it, of course, but you were shaking your head in disagreement. you didn’t need him to cum. you could do it by yourself.
lie.
last time you touched yourself — aside from now — was three and a half months ago. when you were still with him.
“shut the f-fuck up, toji.”
his typical, cocky smirk spread across his lips. he knew he had you right where he wanted you. “still got such a dirty mouth. want me to come over there and straighten you out?”
oh, that idea was tempting. your pussy wanted nothing more than that. and to cum, of course.
toji let out a low curse, then sped up his movements once more. he was thrusting into the palm of his hand, squeezing around his length to mimic the feel of your pussy. “fuck, im not gonna last much longer, sweetheart. tell daddy how much you miss him, go on.”
you were getting closer and closer as the minutes passed, and the tingly feeling in your lower stomach was only getting stronger. you were as close as he was. you hated this. you hated how easy it was for him to sway you with just his words. and yet, you told him exactly what it was he wanted to hear.
“i.. i miss you, toji. i m-miss your dick so much—mmmfhh—i need you..”
“yeah, baby? miss this dick filling you up? makin’ that pretty head of yours go dumb?”
you hummed, unable to form words at this point. you were so close. all you needed was his approval.
“t-toji—”
“daddy.”
your face scrunched up at the mere thought of calling him that. it was okay when you were together, but now, you’d rather puke than expand his ego.
“daddy, im gonna cum, god, im so close, pleasepleaseplease.”
so much for not wanting to call him that..
“that’s my good girl. cum.”
and that was all it took for you to do as he said, your climax overtaking you entirely. your body shook and spasmed, walls clenching tightly around your digits. he followed, releasing his ropes of cum all over his fingers. he wishes it was inside of you instead.
after about five minutes of the both of you breathless, your actions dawned on you. you had phone sex with your ex. even though, you swore to yourself you wouldn’t go back.
toji was unfortunately the one to break the silence.
“knew you couldn’t stay away, baby.”
