— way too deep.
cw: age gap (best friend’s dad), dilf!toji, size kink, tummy bulgìng, breeding, power imbalance, possessive/dom!toji, rough séx, overstim, praise + degradation mix, explicìt smut, MDNI.
you don’t remember how it started.
just that it was quiet at first — a look, a hand brushing too long at your lower back when he passed behind you in the kitchen.
your best friend’s dad. your stupidly hot, broad-shouldered, gruff-voiced, ex-assassin single father who walked around the house like he didn’t know what he was doing to your brain.
like he didn’t see the way your eyes lingered on his hands.
but now you’re here — laid flat on his massive bed, shirt bunched under your armpits, thighs shaking as toji fucks you from above like you were made for it.
and he’s obsessed with what your body does when he’s inside.
“fuck,” he grits, hovering above you, his hand splayed wide on your belly, palm pressing down slow. “look at that. you feel that, sweetheart?”
you do.
you feel every inch of him — thick, hot, and pulsing deep inside your soaked cunt. but more than that, you feel him move inside you.
feel the unmistakable bulge he makes in your belly.
hard. long. impossibly real.
he’s not even fully fucking you yet. he’s just in you, buried to the base, holding still as he palms the tight curve of your lower stomach like he’s making sure you know.
and you do.
“fuckfuckfuck,” you whisper, voice hoarse, “i can feel it—you—inside my stomach. oh my god.” you want to cry and toji lets out a groan, low and dark, like it’s ripped from somewhere deep in his chest.
“yeah, baby,” he mutters, eyes fixed on where his hand rests on your abdomen. “that’s my cock. all the way in. shit, you’re fuckin’ tiny.”
his thumb drags in a circle over the shape of himself pressing out beneath your skin. you twitch violently when he taps it—like he’s knocking to remind you he’s there, not just fucking you but inside your body.
he starts to move then.
slow at first.
like dragging a hot knife through warm butter.
his hips pull back just enough to feel the drag of your walls, then slide in again until that bulge in your belly reappears—pops up again like clockwork.
you scream. you try to hold it back, but you feel the way he pushes everything in you up and out. your hand flies to meet his on your belly, trembling as you trace the outline.
“hngh—toji,” you whimper, legs kicking weakly against the sheets. “i can’t take that, it’s too much—”
“you’re takin’ it,” he growls, one hand pinning your wrist, the other grinding pressure against the bulge like he’s trying to make it deeper. “you’re takin’ all of it, look at you. fuckin’ pretty little body’s made to stretch around my cock.”
he leans in, pressing a kiss to your throat — filthy, soft, almost too sweet for the way he’s wrecking you.
“you know what’s sick, baby?” he rasps against your jaw, fucking into you now with slow, savage strokes. “this right here?” —he slaps your belly lightly, right where his cock shows— “this fuckin’ kills me. watching you bulge for me… i’ve never gotten off so hard in my fuckin’ life.”
you’re sobbing now, no shame in it, your body lighting up like fire as he speeds up. every thrust now is a deep, rolling slam of hips against hips, and each time you can see the imprint of him under your skin.
he watches it like he’s hypnotized. like he’s fucking the image of it more than he’s fucking you.
“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he pants, pulling your legs higher, angling you deeper, more pressure on that spot inside that makes your spine arch off the mattress. “gonna squeeze the hell outta me, huh, pretty girl?”
you’re nodding, babbling nonsense, begging him not to stop.
“don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop, it’s so deep—ohmygod, toji—fuck—”
he slams in and stays, buried to the hilt, pressing down hard on that bulge like he wants to mark it. and that’s what snaps the coil in your gut—white-hot pleasure flooding your body, cunt clenching so violently around him it punches the air out of your lungs.
“fuck yes,” he snarls, hips jerking. “milkin’ me so good, shit, you feel so tight.”
you cum so hard your vision goes white, but even as your body trembles, he’s not done.
he holds you there, hand still tight on your belly, cock still twitching deep in your soaked, fluttering cunt.
and then he groans — loud and rough, cursing through gritted teeth as he spills inside you. the hot flood of it makes your insides burn, and his palm never leaves that bulge, feeling every throb of his cock as he finishes inside your womb.
“fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters, still twitching, his voice slurred with exhaustion and lust. “you feel me now, baby? in your belly. in your guts. right where i belong.”
your body is limp, mouth open, panting like you ran a marathon.
toji smirks down at you, finally letting his hand slide off your stomach.
“…let’s see if it goes away,” he murmurs, thumbing the shape one last time. “or if you just stay that full.”
lmk if you guys want more and i’ll def do dozens <33
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