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Story Summary: He doesn’t care anymore. His past won’t haunt him. Toji let you go so you could fulfill your duty and get married off to the head of the Gojo clan, he doesn’t care whether you live or die– But he must say it is kind of weird that the brat next to you looks like his carbon copy.
You’re a little perplexed after Satoru’s revelation. The kids keep your mind off things, but once both of them are sleeping, you’re stuck with your thoughts. You think that busying yourself with house work will distract you from your thoughts, but as you pick up the toys that are scattered around the living room, your brain is anything but busy.
All you can think about is your ex-boyfriend– The father of your son. You never really thought that you’d hear of Toji again, not this soon at least. It makes sense that Megumi ended up as one of Satoru’s students, but the thought never really crossed your mind until now. You’ve been too caught up in your own life to think about the past.
You knew you should’ve kept the kids up for a little longer, they’re the best sort of distraction. At least their screaming and running around does serve some sort of purpose other than giving you a neverending headache. Alas, they can’t stay up and distract you forever.
“Hey, are you coming to bed?” Satoru startles you as he steps into the living room. You put your hand over your heart, taking a second to calm down before grabbing a cushion and throwing it in his way. Unluckily for you, his infinity is on. He chuckles before asking, “What’s got you so worked up?”
“I know you’re not an idiot,” you answer, and he chuckles. It’s nice that you find it funny at least.
“For the record, I didn’t think you’d react like this,” he defends himself, sitting down on the couch. Instead of helping, he’ll decide to watch you clean up. In his defense, he handled bathtime and putting the kids to bed, he’ll let you handle this on your own.
“God, it’s fine. Better than to accidentally find out while I’m out with Kenzo,” you answer, a sigh escaping your lips. Realistically, you were never going to escape Toji. You have a part of him with you ninety percent of the time. You just weren’t expecting to hear of him so soon. “I didn’t think he’d ever do anything with Megumi’s abilities.”
“Huh? Why so?” Satoru asks. Though the man knows a lot about Toji, given that he’s literally raising Toji’s son, there’s still a lot left unanswered. Satoru knows about Toji’s absence of cursed energy, after all, Kenzo suffers from the same issue.
“Toji generally wanted to keep Megumi away from the jujutsu world given his family,” you respond, which only makes Satoru more curious. He furrows his brows in curiosity, and thinks about the right question to ask.
“Is Toji’s family involved in the jujutsu world? I’ve never heard of Fushiguro before.”
“He took his wife’s last name, he was born into the Zenin clan. I believe his father was the leader for a while,” you reveal, and Satoru is caught off guard by the information. Somehow every little tidbit that he learns about Toji surprises him more than the last.
“He’s a Zenin?” Satoru sounds dumbfounded over the revelation. It shouldn’t be shocking. Megumi inherited the clan technique, and Satoru has only heard of a case like Kenzo’s in the Zenin clan. Truth be told, it actually makes more sense than any other explanation. Satoru is just caught up in his own little world with school starting again, the baby, and Kenzo’s big sixth birthday party, he’s got a lot on his plate to say the least.
“Yeah,” you answer. You stop cleaning up toys, and plop down on the couch beside him. You sigh and ask, “What if he sees Kenzo?”
“He won’t,” he reassures you, even though it doesn’t help. The nerves are all the same.
“Do you want more mango, Saki?” you ask, as if the baby could give you a solid answer. Given the empty bowl, it’s a safe bet that your daughter wants more. You begin to cut up more, while ensuring that you finish Kenzo’s lunch in time.
“Do I look like daddy?” You’re startled when Kenzo steps into the kitchen– Even through all your training, the child manages to walk past you unscathed. With a lot of gel, Kenzo’s hair stands upright. You sigh, looking for Satoru to scold him for it, but he’s still getting ready.
“You’re better off looking like Kenzo,” you answer, hoping that by ruffling his hair you’d fix the hair. Unfortunately, there’s too much gel for you to fix it in one go. You’re going to need a little bit of water for it.
“Does it look ugly?” he asks, and you shake your head. Your baby boy always looks perfect in your eyes. The hair style just isn’t the best for him. It makes him look like a porcupine.
“I like your usual hairstyle better, that’s all,” you respond, and Kenzo purses his lips together.
“Daddy! Mommy doesn’t like it!” Kenzo yells, walking away from the kitchen and back to your bedroom, trying to get Satoru to fix his hair. You chuckle at him as you finish cutting up Saki’s mango.
“Here you go, my love,” you tell her, watching her face light up when she sees the mango in front of her again. She doesn’t take too long before digging in. “Hurry up you two! Before we’re late!”
Kenzo comes back with his bowl cut properly brushed, Satoru coming right behind him.
“Think I’ll try your hairstyle tomorrow, buddy,” Satoru reassures Kenzo, ruffling the hair that he just finished brushing. Satoru picks up Saki, earning a whine from her when she notices the tall stick figure is stripping her away from her mango. Before crying ensues, Satoru grabs her bowl and puts it down on the table; right next to his breakfast.
Satoru is typically busy, so when he’s around his kids, he’ll make every minute count. Especially since Saki won’t be this small ever again. He knows better than anyone, after all, he remembers the day Kenzo was born as clear as day.
“You excited for school, honey?” Satoru asks, watching as Kenzo hurries and finishes his food. Either he’s absolutely thrilled to go back to school, or he simply doesn’t want to be late. Could be a mix of both.
“Yeah.” The boy nods in response, and Satoru chuckles.
“How about you, Satoru? Are you excited?” you question as you sit down at the table, joining them for breakfast. Satoru bites his tongue, debating on how he wants to answer that. You notice the reaction and roll your eyes, “It’s not a trick. Answer honestly.”
“It isn’t all that exciting. Just showing the new students around,” he answers.
“Students? There’s multiple?” You raise your brow. Satoru failed to tell you about any other new students except for Megumi.
“No,” he sighs. “Megumi is the only new one for now but–”
“Can I see Maki?” Kenzo butts in.
“Sure thing, buddy,” Satoru quickly answers, though you glare at the man. It’s not that you don’t like Maki, on the contrary, you’ve met with her and she’s an absolute sweetheart. You simply don’t want Kenzo to go near the school for a while. Not while you’re paranoid over Toji. He notices your intense gaze and clears his throat. “She’s busy though, it’ll take a while.”
It’s funny. You fail to hear about Toji for years on end, and the moment you hear his name again, uncertainty and fear fill you up; the same exact feelings you had when you first held Kenzo in your arms. That feeling will never go away it seems, not while Toji is still alive.
You notice a pouty Kenzo, but you have bigger issues on your plate.
“Have you made any friends?” you ask, shifting the topic to something that your son will happily engage in. His face lights up, quickly forgetting about what you were just talking about.
Story Summary: He doesn’t care anymore. His past won’t haunt him. Toji let you go so you could fulfill your duty and get married off to the head of the Gojo clan, he doesn’t care whether you live or die– But he must say it is kind of weird that the brat next to you looks like his carbon copy.
You’re a little perplexed after Satoru’s revelation. The kids keep your mind off things, but once both of them are sleeping, you’re stuck with your thoughts. You think that busying yourself with house work will distract you from your thoughts, but as you pick up the toys that are scattered around the living room, your brain is anything but busy.
All you can think about is your ex-boyfriend– The father of your son. You never really thought that you’d hear of Toji again, not this soon at least. It makes sense that Megumi ended up as one of Satoru’s students, but the thought never really crossed your mind until now. You’ve been too caught up in your own life to think about the past.
You knew you should’ve kept the kids up for a little longer, they’re the best sort of distraction. At least their screaming and running around does serve some sort of purpose other than giving you a neverending headache. Alas, they can’t stay up and distract you forever.
“Hey, are you coming to bed?” Satoru startles you as he steps into the living room. You put your hand over your heart, taking a second to calm down before grabbing a cushion and throwing it in his way. Unluckily for you, his infinity is on. He chuckles before asking, “What’s got you so worked up?”
“I know you’re not an idiot,” you answer, and he chuckles. It’s nice that you find it funny at least.
“For the record, I didn’t think you’d react like this,” he defends himself, sitting down on the couch. Instead of helping, he’ll decide to watch you clean up. In his defense, he handled bathtime and putting the kids to bed, he’ll let you handle this on your own.
“God, it’s fine. Better than to accidentally find out while I’m out with Kenzo,” you answer, a sigh escaping your lips. Realistically, you were never going to escape Toji. You have a part of him with you ninety percent of the time. You just weren’t expecting to hear of him so soon. “I didn’t think he’d ever do anything with Megumi’s abilities.”
“Huh? Why so?” Satoru asks. Though the man knows a lot about Toji, given that he’s literally raising Toji’s son, there’s still a lot left unanswered. Satoru knows about Toji’s absence of cursed energy, after all, Kenzo suffers from the same issue.
“Toji generally wanted to keep Megumi away from the jujutsu world given his family,” you respond, which only makes Satoru more curious. He furrows his brows in curiosity, and thinks about the right question to ask.
“Is Toji’s family involved in the jujutsu world? I’ve never heard of Fushiguro before.”
“He took his wife’s last name, he was born into the Zenin clan. I believe his father was the leader for a while,” you reveal, and Satoru is caught off guard by the information. Somehow every little tidbit that he learns about Toji surprises him more than the last.
“He’s a Zenin?” Satoru sounds dumbfounded over the revelation. It shouldn’t be shocking. Megumi inherited the clan technique, and Satoru has only heard of a case like Kenzo’s in the Zenin clan. Truth be told, it actually makes more sense than any other explanation. Satoru is just caught up in his own little world with school starting again, the baby, and Kenzo’s big sixth birthday party, he’s got a lot on his plate to say the least.
“Yeah,” you answer. You stop cleaning up toys, and plop down on the couch beside him. You sigh and ask, “What if he sees Kenzo?”
“He won’t,” he reassures you, even though it doesn’t help. The nerves are all the same.
“Do you want more mango, Saki?” you ask, as if the baby could give you a solid answer. Given the empty bowl, it’s a safe bet that your daughter wants more. You begin to cut up more, while ensuring that you finish Kenzo’s lunch in time.
“Do I look like daddy?” You’re startled when Kenzo steps into the kitchen– Even through all your training, the child manages to walk past you unscathed. With a lot of gel, Kenzo’s hair stands upright. You sigh, looking for Satoru to scold him for it, but he’s still getting ready.
“You’re better off looking like Kenzo,” you answer, hoping that by ruffling his hair you’d fix the hair. Unfortunately, there’s too much gel for you to fix it in one go. You’re going to need a little bit of water for it.
“Does it look ugly?” he asks, and you shake your head. Your baby boy always looks perfect in your eyes. The hair style just isn’t the best for him. It makes him look like a porcupine.
“I like your usual hairstyle better, that’s all,” you respond, and Kenzo purses his lips together.
“Daddy! Mommy doesn’t like it!” Kenzo yells, walking away from the kitchen and back to your bedroom, trying to get Satoru to fix his hair. You chuckle at him as you finish cutting up Saki’s mango.
“Here you go, my love,” you tell her, watching her face light up when she sees the mango in front of her again. She doesn’t take too long before digging in. “Hurry up you two! Before we’re late!”
Kenzo comes back with his bowl cut properly brushed, Satoru coming right behind him.
“Think I’ll try your hairstyle tomorrow, buddy,” Satoru reassures Kenzo, ruffling the hair that he just finished brushing. Satoru picks up Saki, earning a whine from her when she notices the tall stick figure is stripping her away from her mango. Before crying ensues, Satoru grabs her bowl and puts it down on the table; right next to his breakfast.
Satoru is typically busy, so when he’s around his kids, he’ll make every minute count. Especially since Saki won’t be this small ever again. He knows better than anyone, after all, he remembers the day Kenzo was born as clear as day.
“You excited for school, honey?” Satoru asks, watching as Kenzo hurries and finishes his food. Either he’s absolutely thrilled to go back to school, or he simply doesn’t want to be late. Could be a mix of both.
“Yeah.” The boy nods in response, and Satoru chuckles.
“How about you, Satoru? Are you excited?” you question as you sit down at the table, joining them for breakfast. Satoru bites his tongue, debating on how he wants to answer that. You notice the reaction and roll your eyes, “It’s not a trick. Answer honestly.”
“It isn’t all that exciting. Just showing the new students around,” he answers.
“Students? There’s multiple?” You raise your brow. Satoru failed to tell you about any other new students except for Megumi.
“No,” he sighs. “Megumi is the only new one for now but–”
“Can I see Maki?” Kenzo butts in.
“Sure thing, buddy,” Satoru quickly answers, though you glare at the man. It’s not that you don’t like Maki, on the contrary, you’ve met with her and she’s an absolute sweetheart. You simply don’t want Kenzo to go near the school for a while. Not while you’re paranoid over Toji. He notices your intense gaze and clears his throat. “She’s busy though, it’ll take a while.”
It’s funny. You fail to hear about Toji for years on end, and the moment you hear his name again, uncertainty and fear fill you up; the same exact feelings you had when you first held Kenzo in your arms. That feeling will never go away it seems, not while Toji is still alive.
You notice a pouty Kenzo, but you have bigger issues on your plate.
“Have you made any friends?” you ask, shifting the topic to something that your son will happily engage in. His face lights up, quickly forgetting about what you were just talking about.
Summary: Everyone flocks to him when they have an issue, but it's not because he's good at everything. It's clear. Everyone wants to get into Mr. Kennedy's pants. Luckily Mr. Kennedy is willing to show you the one area that he excels in.
Warnings: Minors do not interact! Neighbor!Leon, Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Squirting, Creampie, Nipple Play, Biting, Age Gap (RE9 Leon)
You always feel a little weird when you make eye contact with your neighbor. While Mr. Kennedy is always a gentleman, you can’t help but feel awkward around him. The man is simply intimidating, you can’t help but look down at the floor whenever he asks you a question. Maybe it’s because he’s twice your size, that with a single touch he can break you in half. Perhaps it’s because there’s not much information surrounding him, none of the neighbors know much about him. It could also be that even though he’s almost old enough to be your father, you’re damn near giggling when he tells a shitty joke.
Mr. Kennedy is no comedian, but he never fails to make the women around him laugh. Whenever you bump into him, another neighbor already has his claws in him. You watch a superficial interaction for a couple of seconds, where he tells a dry joke that never fails to make the person with him bend over laughing. They wipe away a tear, and you roll your eyes as you walk away– But you can’t help but think that if you were in that position you’d do the same thing. You’re always too awkward, the thought of even starting a conversation with Mr. Kennedy feels inconceivable.
Even though the man does attempt to strike a conversation with you, your words are dry. It’s hard to keep a conversation going, which should be fine, he’s just your neighbor. You’re just there to help each other out when a day-to-day task becomes a little too hard. For nothing else.
“Let me get that for you,” Mr. Kennedy notices the absurd amount of groceries in your arms, and he runs to your aid. He picks up a can that fell to the ground, before taking the brown paper bag in your grasp. You feel a heavy weight lifted, one that he now carries. He doesn’t seem to be struggling though, which doesn’t particularly shock you.
“Thank you, Mr. Kennedy,” you sheepishly smile at him, before successfully opening the door to your apartment. You stand to the side, allowing the man to walk in first.
“Mister?” He cocks an eyebrow, something you don’t get to see as he walks ahead of you. You brush off the comment, knowing that you’d feel weird if you called him by his first name. Sure, he has no authority over you but that doesn’t negate the fact that he’s much older than you and you aren’t friends by any means. You’re just trying to be polite. “You got enough groceries to feed a village.”
“Yeah I’m going to a baby shower and bringing some food,” you share as you begin to unload the groceries in the bags. You shamefully put the prepackaged cookies to the side, knowing that you’re planning to pass them off as your own. You sheepishly smile at your neighbor before saying, “would you like anything, Mr. Kennedy? Something to drink? A snack?”
“Leon,” he says, making you tilt your head. He notices a perplexed look in your face, making him say, “Leon, call me Leon.”
“Alright, Leon,” you nod. “Is that a no to a drink?”
“I’m good, sweetheart,” he answers, sending a chill down your spine. Sweetheart, such a simple pet name yet you feel your face get warm as you hear it from your neighbor– Your very attractive neighbor dare you comment.
You mindlessly stare at each other in an awkward silence before he finally clears his throat. “Can I use your bathroom?”
“Yeah, it’s down the hall to your–” you begin, and he finishes the sentence for you.
“Left,” he nods. “I have the same layout.”
He walks away, leaving you to unpack everything and put it away in silence. You’re biting down your lip, trying to figure out what your next move is going to be. Are you going to attempt to talk to him more or just let him go unscathed? If you were any other neighbor you’d be jumping on his bones right at this moment.
You nearly chuckle as you imagine a nearly impossible scenario that starts in the living room, goes to the kitchen, bathroom and finally your bedroom– It’s not shocking why you can’t maintain eye contact with him, just a simple glance at him leads you to the dirtiest fantasies that make your own brain blush.
You’re getting carried away in your own thoughts barely noticing what happens in your own home. A loud thud brings you back to reality as a rolling can finally hits the vinyl floor. Just as you’re about to lean down to pick it up, you notice that you aren’t alone in the kitchen anymore.
“Let me get that for you.” He rushes to your side, acting as if the can was some sort of danger that he needed to save you from. He picks it up, setting it down on the counter.
“Thank you,” you smile at him, and he nods. “Would you like that–”
“You know you’ve got a leaky faucet?” he unintentionally cuts you off. Your eyes widen, and you feel your face get warm with slight embarrassment before you nod.
You awkwardly chuckle. “I’ve been trying to get maintenance to fix it but they’ve been taking their sweet time.”
“I can fix it,” he offers without hesitation, making your brows raise. You quickly shake your head.
“That’s okay, that’s too much to ask from you,” you reassure him, making a guttural laugh leave his throat.
“I have everything right next door, it’ll be quick,” he answers.
“Are you sure?” you ask, and instead of giving you a verbal answer, he steps out of the apartment to search for the tools. You’ve always been too much of a wimp to hold a normal conversation with him, or else you would have noticed just how kind Mr. Kennedy is.
Within minutes he’s back inside with all the tools he needs. He holds up the bag before saying, “I am going to need your help though.”
“Of course!” You rush to his side, following behind him as he walks to your bathroom. You feel your hands get sweaty, nervous that you find yourself alone with your neighbor– Though you have no reason to be nervous while you’re around him. It’s not like you have anything up your sleeve.
“So what do you do?” you ask as he begins to work on your faucet, checking what exactly needs fixing. He cocks an eyebrow, humming as he directs his gaze at you for a second.
“Why do you want to know, sweetheart?” he asks, instead of giving you a straightforward answer. Either he does something sketchy or he’s as closed off as he looks. You suck in your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling slightly embarrassed at your failed attempt at chitchat.
“Just curious, that’s all,” you respond, sitting down on the sink, eyes intently watching. You note his every move as you focus on his dexterous hands.
“Nothing interesting. How about you?” His answer makes you furrow your brows while your curiosity grows. Nothing interesting yet your neighbor drives a brand new Porsche.
“Nothing interesting as well,” you respond, figuring that details aren’t needed. You can be as secretive as he is.
“You come home late a lot,” he points out, and you end up shrugging. He opens the tool bag that’s beside you. He rummages, trying to find a specific tool.
“Are you keeping tabs on me or–” you begin, only to be cut off by him.
“Can you hand me the screwdriver?”
You begin to look inside the bag, trying to find what he needs. Rummaging through all the tools, half that you can’t even give a proper name, you finally find something that’s screwdriver shaped. You take it out, and hold it like a trophy. “This it?”
“Bingo.” He snatches it from your hands before speaking again, “What were you saying?”
“Nothing,” you answer, getting off the sink. You decide that it’s not worth the hassle. “I’m gonna get some water, you want some?”
“I’m good.” He’s focused on the task at hand, not daring to take his eyes off the faucet. You hum in response before walking away.
You’re sure he’ll be fine for two minutes while you get water– You don’t know what it is but you’re suddenly thirsty. As you open the cupboard, you hear a clank followed by a very loud, “Shit!”
“You okay, Leon?” You practically run back to the bathroom, only to find that the faucet has burst. Leon gets it under control, but now he’s completely drenched. You immediately look for a towel to hand him. “What happened? I thought you had everything under control?”
“I did, until the sink decided to fight back.” He lets out a low chuckle as he takes the towel that you hand him. He dries his hair before trying to dry his shirt with the towel, essentially doing nothing. It’s completely soaked.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t expect it to cause you so much trouble,” you apologize, grabbing the towel and rubbing his shirt to undo the damage. It’s to no avail.
“It’s okay, I’m the one who overstepped–” he begins, but his train of thought is quickly cut off when he realizes that you’re trying to… take off his shirt?
“Let me throw it in the dryer,” you insist, and Leon is about to cut you off and remind you that he lives right next door. He can simply go back to his apartment, throw the shirt in the dryer and grab a new one, but what would be the fun in that?
“You’re a doll, thank you,” he answers, helping you out and taking off his shirt without a sweat. Your eyes widen, face getting warm as you hold his shirt in your hand, realizing that your neighbor is shirtless in front of you. Not only is he shirtless but he looks good.
You almost feel dirty, knowing your eyes can’t help but stare at him like you’re some sort of pervert. For fuck’s sake, you’re ogling like some sort of caveman.
“Everything okay?” he asks, knocking you out of the trance he put you in. You bite down your lip before nodding in response.
“I’m okay,” you nod, taking a step back. “So am I sinkless for a while now?”
“I’ll call maintenance and get them to come over,” he says, and you chuckle.
“Oh, good luck. That’s going to take ages.”
“They’ll be here tomorrow morning,” he assures you, following behind you as you throw his shirt in the dryer.
“Right,” you respond sarcastically.
“Why do you think all the neighbors come to me? I get–”
“I can think of another reason,” you mumble, and he cocks his eyebrow.
He hums. “Care to share?”
“You’re smart enough to know, Mr. Kennedy,” you answer, and he doesn’t bother to push you on the subject. If you don’t want to give a clear answer, fine. “Will you call maintenance for me then?”
“Of course, sweetheart.” He grabs his phone and does as he’s asked without hesitation. You watch him, eyes lingering where they shouldn’t. Even though you make eye contact every couple of seconds, your eyes appear to be glued. You have no shame.
He sits comfortably on your couch, putting the phone on the coffee table. He has no desire to hold the phone while he’s on hold for however long it takes. He spreads his legs, throwing his head back– Almost as if he’s putting on some sort of show for you.
“You know, I thought you’d be better at handiwork,” you comment, a rather snide remark toward someone who’s gone out of their way to help you. You don’t mean it as an insult, it’s just an awkward attempt at conversation with him.
“I’m much better at destroying things.” He doesn’t even attempt to defend himself. You chuckle, sitting down beside him. “That’s what I get for trying to help out.”
“I really appreciate you! You really didn’t have to but you went out of your way to fix things,” you say, giving him a warm smile. “And I’m sorry your shirt got all wet.”
“It’s all good, I was planning on going for a swim later anyway,” he jokes, earning a pity laugh from you. He licks his lips before asking, “Was the joke that bad?”
“What kind of laugh did you think you were going to earn from me?” you reply, and he shrugs.
“Usually I have someone bending over and wiping away a tear,” he claims, and you attempt your best not to laugh. A hearty laugh, the one that he wants to earn from you.
“Because they want to be bent over and wiping away tears in another manner.” You’re rather bold with your choice of words, but they get the point across. He laughs, before nodding in agreement. It’s not like he can deny something that’s so painfully obvious.
“I guess I have no future as a comedian then,” he says, and you can’t help but hum in agreement. “Maybe as a stripper.”
“Considering you’re shirtless on my couch, I say go for it,” you answer, and he hums.
“You’ve been staring for quite a while, I say I’ll make quite a fortune.” He doesn’t bother holding back, knowing there’s no need to sugarcoat what’s clearly obvious. Your eyes won’t tear away. Maybe he would’ve ignored it had it been a casual glance, but you’re staring at him like he’s a fresh piece of meat.
“What– No, no I haven’t.” You quickly shake your head, feeling your face get unbelievably hot. You’re lying through your teeth, but you refuse to admit it.
“No need to be ashamed, you know. You can touch if that’s what you want.” He looks at you smugly, and you bite down your lip. Oh how so many women would kill to be in your spot.
Your hand begins to move involuntarily, inching towards him. Just as you feel the heat that radiates off his body, a voice cuts you off. “Front office.”
You freeze as he reaches for the phone, bringing it up to his ear. You retract your hand, awkwardly resting over your thigh. You stand up, going back to the kitchen to take out the ingredients that you need– Remembering your original plans for the day. None which involved your neighbor.
You have a lot to do, and you quickly remember as you take out piles of food. You try to ignore him, but his rather demanding voice catches your attention. It upsets you just how hot he sounds. You try not to even look in his direction as he talks, feeling like you’ve already embarrassed yourself enough. You manage to control yourself until the talking finally stops.
“They’ll be here tomorrow morning, sweetheart.” He joins you in the kitchen, watching as you run around trying to go back and forth between the recipe book and your ingredients.
“Thank you, Leon,” you answer, not adding much more. He stares at you for a moment, expecting you to say something else but you remain silent.
“I’ll get going then,” he says, waiting for some sort of protest from you. You look at him for a moment, before opening a drawer and pulling out a rolled up cloth. You toss it in his direction where he unfolds the rather small apron– Small in his terms. “What’s this for?”
“You’re helping me bake,” you answer, and without hesitation he puts it on.
“Why am I helping you bake?” he asks as if he wasn’t putting on the apron. He’s simply curious, that's all. A man is allowed to have questions.
“Since you fucked up my sink,” you reply as he turns his back to you. You click your tongue as you tie the back, just as he wants. “I also need a lot of help.”
“How many people are going to this baby shower?” He notices all the ingredients that you have resting on the counter. “Are you planning to feed a village?”
“If you behave you can have a taste,” you say, and there’s a hint of a smirk on his face. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. “Do you know how to make a cheesecake?”
“Sure.” His voice isn’t very convincing, but he grabs one of your bowls and cracks two eggs in it. You leave it be since you don’t have an idea on how to even start it.
You’re running around, going back and forth between the ingredients on your hand, the ones that the recipe book calls and searching for the dishes you need. Leon can’t help but notice how you’re all over the place, making him question, “Are you the group’s certified baker or are you simply doing a favor?”
“Why?” you ask, and he shrugs before a guttural laugh leaves his mouth. You purse your lips, eyes narrowing as you stare at him. You dramatically gasp, before flicking his bicep, “Are you suggesting that I don’t know what I’m doing!”
“You said it, not me!” He defends himself, quickly followed by a chuckle that makes you laugh as well. He clears his throat before speaking again, switching the topic, “So… What you were about to do…”
“Hmm…?” you hum, acting oblivious as if your hand wasn’t about to act on its own.
“You can act stupid all you want but–”
“Why are you insisting on talking about this, Leon? Is there something you want to say?”
He stops what he’s doing, dusting his hands off and steps toward you, getting dangerously close. He maintains intense eye contact with you until he’s right behind you. You feel his breathing down your neck, and a lump forms on your throat as your heart skips a beat. The nerves that had faded as you felt more comfortable are quickly back.
“Why do you think I always offer to help you out?” His voice is hoarse, sending a chill down your spine. You slowly turn to face him, looking directly into his intimidating eyes.
“Because you’re a gentleman.” You know your words are full of shit, but you don’t want to be too straightforward. “Isn’t that what you do with everyone?”
“They run to me, not the other way around,” he clarifies, and you can’t help but chuckle. You’ve seen it one too many times where they flock to him at any minor inconvenience. You can’t judge because that would be you if you weren’t so awkward with the man. But he’s intrigued.
“What? Does the chase excite you? Is that why you’re here?” You try to step back as you feel the place get unbelievably hot. But there’s not much room for you to move, you’re quickly backed against the counter.
“The chase? There has been no chase, doll. I talk to you and you smile and wave goodbye.” His hand goes under your chin, tilting your head so you look directly at him as you attempt to avert your sight.
“Then why are you here?”
He smirks. “Because I think you’re the sweetest thing my eyes have come across, and I have the biggest sweet tooth.”
“Isn’t the proper thing to ask for a date?” you ask, though that’s the last thing your body wants. Your body craves for his touch and you almost believe that he looks like this to elicit some sort of reaction in you– There is no reason for him to be shirtless in your apartment.
“We both know you want to skip that step.” He’s not the type to do this, but Leon doesn't know for how much longer he can hold back. He’s never gotten this opportunity with you and now that he’s so fucking close he’s not letting the chance slip from his fingers.
“You know…” Your hands meet behind his neck, pulling him closer so he’s meeting you eye to eye. You catch the scent of mint on his breath, letting you know that he’s been anticipating this. Leon came ready. He didn’t offer to help out of the goodness of his heart. He probably only got shirtless to make a move on you. Worst of all is that it’s working. A low effort plan, and it’s working. “That’s not what a lady wants to hear.”
“I’ve never been particularly good with impressing the ladies,” he says, and you end up laughing as if it were some sort of joke, even if he isn’t joking. You reach behind his back, undoing the knot that holds the apron together.
“You’re such a liar.” You roll your eyes.
“Hmm? What does that mean, sweetheart?” He cocks his eyebrow, and you bite your tongue. You’re trying to break eye contact, trying to resist temptation. Your hands land on his biceps, thinking of pushing him away and fighting back until you actually feel just how strong he is.
“If we did something you wouldn’t tell a soul, right?” you ask as he cups your face.
“You wouldn’t like to brag about it? I’m kind of a catch around here,” he jokes, making you roll your eyes. His face inches closer to yours, and just as his lips are about to meet yours, he reassures you, “I won’t tell a single soul.”
“Then kiss me.” You close the distance that keeps you apart, soft lips pressing against his own. You’re shy, he can tell. You pull away quickly, but he pulls you back in just as fast, more intense than your initial kiss. His hands move down, leaving your face and sliding down to your waist.
You get more comfortable, melting into his lips. Anticipation grows with each second. Leon’s hands begin to play with the hem of your shirt, growing restless. Your tongue glides into his mouth, pressing against his own. His hand finally goes under your shirt, the swiftest touch making your skin burn. He begins to trace lazy circles on your torso, the softest touch making you press your legs together. You almost forget how to breathe, making you pull away.
“I think we should move elsewhere,” you breathlessly say, your forehead pressing against Leon’s.
“Anywhere you want, doll.” He nods, taking his hand out of your shirt and taking a step back. He takes off the apron that you’ve given him, tossing it to the side before grabbing your hand and leading you to your room– It’s as if he knew the place like the back of his hand.
“Did I tell you just how beautiful you are?” Leon caresses your cheek before he kisses you again. Things get heated quickly, and before you know it, he’s lifting up your shirt and taking it off. His large hand goes to your back, undoing your bra with one swift movement. That’s when Leon’s attention shifts from your lips, and he kisses down to your breasts.
Wet lips fill your breasts with kisses before his tongue circles your nipple. His hand cups your tits, mouth wrapping around your nipple and sucking. Your breath gets caught up in your chest, and you’re damn near putty under his touch. When he feels like he’s given enough love to your tit, he moves to your other tit.
“Fuck!” you curse as the man bites down before pulling away. There’s a look of mischief in his eyes, and before you can even scold him, he kisses you again. He’s pushing you onto the bed until you finally take a seat.
“You’ve got the cutest tits.” He kisses them again, not daring to bite down on the soft flesh again even though it’s so tempting.
“I need to taste you, sweetheart.” He’s desperately trying to unbutton your pants, but his fingers don’t seem dexterous enough. “Fuck, help me.”
You do as he wants, unbuttoning your pants and taking them off. A task that’s so easy yet seems impossible today. The denim sticks to your thighs and takes a lot of effort to take off. But you finally succeed. He lets out a low laugh at the design of the panties before saying, “Cute panties.”
“I also bite,” you warn him, and he hums in response. He smiles at you before getting on his knees and spreading your legs and staring at your panties. He can’t even bring himself to push them to the side before he buries his face between them, pressing his lips against them. He slides his tongue down your panties, managing to send a jolt down your body. He isn’t even properly touching you, and he’s getting a reaction out of you.
“Leon, please.” Your voice sounds pathetic but you want to feel him without anything in between. You need to feel his tongue on your pussy. He listens, pulling down your panties. His eyes glisten and his mouth begins to water at the mere sight in front of him. He never thought he’d get this far but today is his lucky day.
“I haven’t even done anything to you yet.” There’s a smirk on his face as he runs two fingers through your folds, gathering your slick with the sole purpose of showing it to you. “You’re so wet for me, doll.”
“Shut up and just–” You can’t bring yourself to actually say it. But he understands. He presses a kiss to your bare cunt before his tongue runs down your pussy. A soft moan leaves your lips as his tongue swipes up and down your pussy.
“Fuck– There. Right there,” you whisper, almost as if you were scared that someone might catch you. His tongue flicks your clit, going just at the right pace. Just by the looks of it, you would have expected to know the ins and outs of the female anatomical system, but you didn’t expect him to be so quick with it. You know guys your age typically have a hard time getting to that spot– At least the ones that manage to get thus far with you.
You shut your eyes, slowly getting lost in the pleasure that he gives your body– And then you feel him run two fingers through your cunt, getting them wet with your own juices before pushing them in. You bite down your lip as the large fingers fill you up.
He’s humming against your pussy, the vibrations filling you with pleasure. He’s loving this just as much as you are, if not more. Who are you kidding? Leon is loving this much more than you. Your thighs are squeezing around him, and Leon can confidently say that he’s never been this happy before.
He curves his finger, hitting just the right spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of their head. Pleasure builds up within you, and it gets harder for you to contain yourself. You finally begin to moan the sweetest melody. It feels sinful for Leon to hear it with his very own ears.
“Leon, fuck, you’re doing so good,” you moan, throwing your head back as your orgasm builds up. Your hand goes to the back of his head, pulling him in closer as if it could be possible. It’s like you want to completely merge together.
It doesn’t take too long for your orgasm to wash over you, loudly moaning and chanting his name over and over again as if it was the only word you knew. The most beautiful sound to have ever grazed his ears. Leon keeps flicking your oversensitive clit, tongue running up and down your cunt until he’s finally satiated. When he lifts his head, his mouth and chin are coated with your juices and his own drool. That doesn’t stop him from getting off the floor and hungrily kissing you.
“You taste so good,” he tells you between kisses.
When he pulls away, you fall back on the bed completely. Leon stares at you with lustful eyes, ready to get his share. He unbuttons his pants with one hand, the other hand making sure your legs are kept spread and ready for him.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, knowing that you want this more than anything. Leon simply wants to hear you beg. Is that so bad? He’s already heard you beg once, his ears need to hear it at least once more. You nod, but that isn’t enough for him. “Beg for it.”
“Please, Leon. I need to feel you inside of me.” You normally wouldn’t give in so easily, but you need to feel– Your eyes widen as he drops his briefs, revealing his erect cock. You bite down your lip before you continue begging. Saying you needed him before was an understatement. “Please, I need you Leon. So so bad.”
“I’ll give you the whole world if that’s what you want,” he answers, finally giving in. He runs the tip of his cock through your folds before slowly sliding inside of you. He stretches you out, and when he finally bottoms out he gives you a second before he begins to move. Soft moans leave your lips as he gives slow, gentle thrusts.
He leans down, kissing you and drowning out the moans that leave your lips. It gives your hands the opportunity to go to his back, nails digging in and marking him. Scratches that if he could, he’d show off as some sort of trophy.
“You feel so perfect around me,” he groans into your ear, slowly getting lost inside of you. He’s imagined this type of encounter a thousand times and none have ever come close to how good it actually is. It’s truly surreal.
“Right there, Leon,” you moan, your back arching as his cock hits just the right spot. His hand goes down to play with your clit again, making your cunt squeeze around him. He moans your name as his thrusts get faster and faster.
He keeps his eye on you, making sure that you enjoy every second just as he is. He’ll make sure this isn’t a one time thing, even though you might claim it is. Within a week you’ll be knocking on his door, begging for more.
“You’ve got the sweetest little pussy, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear, melting you into a puddle. His cock hits every right spot, he knows how to make you forget your entire being.
“You’re fucking me so good, Leon.” You feel yourself close again even if you’re still sensitive from the last one. It’s almost as if your body is his own, like he knows you better than you know yourself.
“Leon, I’m gonna–” you begin, but before you can get the proper sentence out you reach that climax that was looming over. Your legs spasm and you gush, making a mess all over him. A mess that leaves him wide-eyed but shortly followed by a prideful laugh. He made you squirt.
“Is it that good, doll? Did you have to shower me with the mess?” he teases, and you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t in a state of euphoria.
He feels his breath get caught in his chest, slowly losing the control that he first stated. He wishes he could spend the rest of eternity buried inside of you, but it seems that his body is giving out. He asks, “Can I–”
“Inside,” you command, and who is Leon to ignore your wishes? He gives a couple more thrusts before he moans your name, throwing his head back as he releases his warm cum inside of you. He completely makes a mess out of you, giving a couple more thrusts before pulling out.
He stares at the mess he’s made. Both you and the bed. Truth be told, he couldn’t be prouder.
He lays down beside you, on the side of the bed that’s still nice and dry, staring as you come down off the cloud that he’s put you on. He smirks, proud.
“Good job,” he praises, hand attempting to caress your arm, and you look at him and give him a sheepish smile.
“You fuck good for an old man,” you answer, and Leon laughs. Whatever happened to the shy neighbor who could barely make eye contact.
“You fuck good. Period.”
“Great, now I have to change my bedsheets.” You sit up, looking at the mess that you’ve managed to make on the bed. The wise move would have been getting a towel.
You look at Leon. “At least you’ll help with the cheesecake.”
“About that… I don’t know how to make a cheesecake,” he answers, making you furrow your brows. “I hope that’s not a dealbreaker for when I try to take you on a date.”
You simply sigh.
“Get your shirt from the dryer and go back to your apartment– Matter of fact, help me change the bedsheets, get your shirt, and get out.”
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Summary: Your ex-husband loves to meddle in areas where he isn't supposed to be involved in.
Warnings: MDNI! Smut, Manipulation, Yandere Undertones, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Spitting, Breeding Kink, Creampie
Co-parenting, that’s all this thing is supposed to be. When you and Toji decided to separate, you agreed to remain cordial. You were going to remain in each other’s lives whether you liked it or not. Being cordial was the only option in your eyes, but you must say that it’s hard sometimes, especially with Toji. He doesn’t make it any easier.
It’s clear that he’s jealous. Every time he’s made aware that you’re seeing someone, Toji seethes with jealousy. It’s hard not to notice the change in attitude whenever you bring a possible boyfriend around, Toji becomes a total jackass. And after the first introduction, they all magically disappear from your life.
Toji claims it isn’t his doing, but you’re sure that it is. The snide remarks and weird attitude certainly push them away– You once caught the man threatening to beat the living life out of one of your boyfriends. He’s doing something to drive them away. You aren’t sure if it’s the same tactic each time, but he’s doing something.
“That’s weird,” you comment, brows furrowing as you check your phone. You’re doing it in front of Toji on purpose. He sits comfortably on your couch, watching as you walk over and sit down beside him.
“What’s weird?” he asks, eyes glued to the television, refusing to look anywhere else. Though Megumi has fallen asleep, he makes himself comfortable in your home.
“The guy I was talking to blocked me,” you share, and you watch his eyes light up as they look at you. Though he doesn’t look shocked, even when he furrows his brows to pretend like he’s confused.
“Guess it wasn’t meant to be.” He ends up shrugging, making you click your tongue. You put your phone down, crossing your arms and biting your tongue so you don’t start cursing Toji out.
“Toji,” you say, making him hum in response, raising his brows. “What did you do this time?”
“I didn’t do anything.” He puts his hands up defensively, making you roll your eyes. He’s lying through his teeth, that isn’t hard to see.
“You always do this, Toji. I’m sick of it.” You slightly raise your voice, being mindful that your son is asleep. There’s that taunting smirk on his face that nearly makes you see red, but luckily, you stay composed.
“Do what, honey? I haven’t done a thing,” he claims, and you try to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. This is what he does– Whenever he’s in the wrong he acts completely oblivious, nearly driving you insane. This wasn’t supposed to be your issue anymore considering you’re just co-parenting.
“Toji.” You can only utter his name, trying your best to remain composed.
“I don’t even know his name, how the hell am I supposed to know why this guy blocked you?” he says, and you frown. You chew on the inside of your cheek, wondering how the hell Toji would know. Maybe you’re just in your head about it. You want someone to blame and your ex-husband just happens to be the perfect person.
Ultimately, you sigh. You mutter, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, dear.” You barely notice how he’s moving closer to you, invading your personal space. Before you know it, his hand goes under your chin, tilting your head up. He forces you to make eye contact though you avert your gaze. “You know you can always rant to me about it.”
“I’m just tired of dating,” you confess, and you watch a mocking pout come to his face.
“You know he’s a big loser, I’d do anything to be with you again.” He says the right words to butter you up, and you’re foolishly listening. Usually, you ignore what Toji has to say, but you’re tired. “You’re the perfect woman, what kind of idiot would let you go?”
“You,” you answer, earning a laugh from him. He can get the facts straight, or he can appease you and perhaps get lucky tonight. That’s what he’s been working for, right? Being right isn’t going to get him anywhere.
“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” You practically feel his breath on your face, his lips inching closer. Your breath gets caught up in your chest, and you give him a slight nod. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”
You should move back and put your distance. You’re easily falling into his trap, you know it. You’re not an idiot– Well maybe a little bit. Enough to wrap around his finger without any true effort.
“Hmm… How could you possibly do that?” You bite down your lips, eyes glancing into his lustful gaze.
“You know no one’s ever going to make you feel as good as I do,” he answers, and you nearly melt. The room gets hot, and you can barely breathe. You’re not crossing that line. You’ll let him do the dirty work.
“I don’t buy it,” you tease, fighting back a smirk. He laughs. He knows better than anyone that he’s right. He’s cocky, but rightfully so.
“I doubt you’ve forgotten,” he mutters before his lips lock on yours. Pulling away doesn’t even cross your mind, quickly intoxicated with his kiss. He starts off soft and gentle, quickly becoming more intense as the temperature rises.
Sneaky hands go down your waist, going under your shirt and tracing your skin. Your hand goes to the back of his head, pulling him closer. He pulls away, kissing your jaw before lips go to your ear, “Let’s go to your bedroom.”
You know that this is the perfect opportunity to back out and pretend as if nothing has happened. Except, you want this. Your body is burning for Toji, and you need to feel his skin on yours. You don’t think twice about it.
You stand up, grab his hand and go back to your bedroom without even thinking of the possible consequences. You lock the door behind you, and his lips crash on yours again. He’s sloppy, rushed. If he doesn’t seize the opportunity now, he might never get another chance.
He pulls away, trying to get your shirt off you, desperately needing to see every inch of your body. You share the same desperation, becoming clumsy with how bad you want to take off your shirt. Once it’s on the ground, his lips go to your neck, kissing and leaving marks on your body. Toji wants to send a clear message.
It’s not divine intervention. There’s a reason your relationships aren’t working, and Toji’s all to blame.
He gets to your breasts and his hand reaches behind to unclasp your bra, and once he slides it off, his mouth wraps around your nipple. He doesn’t focus too much on it, kissing between your breasts to then wrap around the other tit. His fingers pinch your other nipple, and you bite down your lip and you throw your head back.
He grabs your throat and his lips land on yours again. There’s so much of you to kiss but he only has a pair of lips. When he pulls away again, he pushes you onto the bed. You’re both foolishly trying to get your pants off, looking like a pair of idiots that have never taken pants off before. Once he takes off, he doesn’t waste a second before getting on the floor and spreading your legs apart.
He licks his lips as he stares at your panties. He kisses the fabric, mouth watering at the mere thought that he’s making contact with your pussy. He’s so close yet so far. He takes in your scent, nearly driving himself insane.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he mutters before pushing your panties to the side. He begins by kissing your cunt then licking up your folds. His tongue focuses on your clit, making a breathy moan leave your lips.
Two fingers begin to tease your entrance. You’re looking down at his hair while he eats you out. Your fingers run through his hair, and you grip when he finally inserts his thick fingers inside of you. You gasp, feeling how he curves his fingers inside of you, hitting every right spot.
You’re moaning his name, eyes shutting as he makes you feel so good. It’s as if he touches your body every night– Maybe he’s right. Maybe no one will ever make you feel as good as he does. The pads of his fingers press against your sweet spot, and it causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
“Shit– It’s so good,” you moan. His free hand goes up to your thigh and his nails dig into your skin as you moan his name over and over again. Your climax begins to build up and you begin to get louder. It’s like the sweetest melody grace his ears as you moan his name over and over again.
He sucks on your clit, and as he hears how you get louder and he detaches himself from your cunt. He looks up at you, watching you succumb to pleasure. His thumb plays with your clit while he says, “Your pussy tastes so fucking good, baby. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”
“Hmmm… Toji…” He watches your chest as your breathing gets heavy.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” His eyes are glued to your face, watching every single one of your expressions. God, he’s so focused that he nearly misses your orgasm– But he’s so thankful he doesn’t as liquid gushes out of you. His eyes light up and a smirk comes to his face. It’s been a while.
He finally gets up from the floor, his hand going to your face, squishing your cheeks before his lips meet yours again in a messy kiss. When he pulls away, he orders you to, “Open your fucking mouth.”
You do as he says and stick your tongue out once again. He brings his lips together and he spits in your mouth, and you’re completely grossed out but when you think about how his dick has been in your mouth and you’ve swallowed his cum, it doesn’t seem so bad. You swallow his spit and stick your tongue to show it off to him. He squeezes your face and then says, “Oh, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He’ll do anything just to give you that subconscious message that you’re his and only his. Though he doubts it’ll be hard to forget after tonight.
“I need to fuck your pussy so bad, baby,” he says as he takes off his shirt and unbuttons his pants. Thick fingers run through your slick folds, while he frees his cock with his free hand. He pumps his cock a couple of times as he tells you, “Bring your knees up to your chest.”
“Huh?” You frown, confused about the position… Why the hell would Toji want to put you in a mating press? Regardless, you do as he orders, bringing your legs up. If you were really thinking straight, you’d tell Toji to grab a condom.
Toji spits on your pussy before running his tip through your folds and sliding right in. He throws his head back, moaning your name the moment he feels you wrap around his cock.
“Your pussy is so perfect,” he says, bottoming out and giving you a moment to get adjusted to his thick cock. He rolls his hips, giving slow and gentle thrusts, knowing that you’re a little sensitive after he just ate you out.
“Fuck, Toji.” You bite your tongue, feeling as his hand goes down to play with your sensitive clit. His cock hits every right spot, turning you into putty.
“Shit, baby, I need to knock you up,” he mutters as thrusts get harsher, gaining a purpose. You hear the words loud and clear, and they hold meaning– Yet they don’t stop you. You almost yell out yes, solely focusing on how he fucks you. “Need to make you mine again, baby. Need to knock you up.”
“Shit.” You actually gain arousal from what he says. The idea of Toji getting you pregnant again turns you on. You’re clenching around him, as he continues to speak about knocking you up.
“Will you let me breed you, baby? I promise to be so good to you.” Though he speaks under his breath, you hear him loud and clear. You try not to answer, sex clouding your mind and taking the better part of your judgement. And he won’t stop until he gets an answer.
“I want to make you mine again. Need to knock up your sweet little pussy.” Toji’s working you up to your second orgasm as his own release approaches.
You’re moaning his name over and over again, until you finally reach your release and utter, “Fuck, knock me up, Toji!”
The words are music to his ears, and as he chases his own release, he tells you how he’ll knock you up and make you have his baby again. Until he finally releases inside of you, emptying his seed within you.
You come down from the high, and you notice that smug smirk on his face as he pulls out of you. He’s elated, after all, co-parenting has brought you closer.
“Toji–” you begin, though your phone rings, and cuts you off. Toji’s eyes widen, and he quickly offers to get it for you, but before you can accept, he puts his pants on and rushes to the living to get it for you.
It’s the man that brought you closer– Someone who Toji told specifically not to reach out to you again. The man simply doesn’t know what’s good for him. What an ignorant fool.
Toji picks up smugly. There’s nothing to fear. After all, you’re all his.
Summary: Your ex-husband loves to meddle in areas where he isn't supposed to be involved in.
Warnings: MDNI! Smut, Manipulation, Yandere Undertones, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Spitting, Breeding Kink, Creampie
Co-parenting, that’s all this thing is supposed to be. When you and Toji decided to separate, you agreed to remain cordial. You were going to remain in each other’s lives whether you liked it or not. Being cordial was the only option in your eyes, but you must say that it’s hard sometimes, especially with Toji. He doesn’t make it any easier.
It’s clear that he’s jealous. Every time he’s made aware that you’re seeing someone, Toji seethes with jealousy. It’s hard not to notice the change in attitude whenever you bring a possible boyfriend around, Toji becomes a total jackass. And after the first introduction, they all magically disappear from your life.
Toji claims it isn’t his doing, but you’re sure that it is. The snide remarks and weird attitude certainly push them away– You once caught the man threatening to beat the living life out of one of your boyfriends. He’s doing something to drive them away. You aren’t sure if it’s the same tactic each time, but he’s doing something.
“That’s weird,” you comment, brows furrowing as you check your phone. You’re doing it in front of Toji on purpose. He sits comfortably on your couch, watching as you walk over and sit down beside him.
“What’s weird?” he asks, eyes glued to the television, refusing to look anywhere else. Though Megumi has fallen asleep, he makes himself comfortable in your home.
“The guy I was talking to blocked me,” you share, and you watch his eyes light up as they look at you. Though he doesn’t look shocked, even when he furrows his brows to pretend like he’s confused.
“Guess it wasn’t meant to be.” He ends up shrugging, making you click your tongue. You put your phone down, crossing your arms and biting your tongue so you don’t start cursing Toji out.
“Toji,” you say, making him hum in response, raising his brows. “What did you do this time?”
“I didn’t do anything.” He puts his hands up defensively, making you roll your eyes. He’s lying through his teeth, that isn’t hard to see.
“You always do this, Toji. I’m sick of it.” You slightly raise your voice, being mindful that your son is asleep. There’s that taunting smirk on his face that nearly makes you see red, but luckily, you stay composed.
“Do what, honey? I haven’t done a thing,” he claims, and you try to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. This is what he does– Whenever he’s in the wrong he acts completely oblivious, nearly driving you insane. This wasn’t supposed to be your issue anymore considering you’re just co-parenting.
“Toji.” You can only utter his name, trying your best to remain composed.
“I don’t even know his name, how the hell am I supposed to know why this guy blocked you?” he says, and you frown. You chew on the inside of your cheek, wondering how the hell Toji would know. Maybe you’re just in your head about it. You want someone to blame and your ex-husband just happens to be the perfect person.
Ultimately, you sigh. You mutter, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, dear.” You barely notice how he’s moving closer to you, invading your personal space. Before you know it, his hand goes under your chin, tilting your head up. He forces you to make eye contact though you avert your gaze. “You know you can always rant to me about it.”
“I’m just tired of dating,” you confess, and you watch a mocking pout come to his face.
“You know he’s a big loser, I’d do anything to be with you again.” He says the right words to butter you up, and you’re foolishly listening. Usually, you ignore what Toji has to say, but you’re tired. “You’re the perfect woman, what kind of idiot would let you go?”
“You,” you answer, earning a laugh from him. He can get the facts straight, or he can appease you and perhaps get lucky tonight. That’s what he’s been working for, right? Being right isn’t going to get him anywhere.
“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” You practically feel his breath on your face, his lips inching closer. Your breath gets caught up in your chest, and you give him a slight nod. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”
You should move back and put your distance. You’re easily falling into his trap, you know it. You’re not an idiot– Well maybe a little bit. Enough to wrap around his finger without any true effort.
“Hmm… How could you possibly do that?” You bite down your lips, eyes glancing into his lustful gaze.
“You know no one’s ever going to make you feel as good as I do,” he answers, and you nearly melt. The room gets hot, and you can barely breathe. You’re not crossing that line. You’ll let him do the dirty work.
“I don’t buy it,” you tease, fighting back a smirk. He laughs. He knows better than anyone that he’s right. He’s cocky, but rightfully so.
“I doubt you’ve forgotten,” he mutters before his lips lock on yours. Pulling away doesn’t even cross your mind, quickly intoxicated with his kiss. He starts off soft and gentle, quickly becoming more intense as the temperature rises.
Sneaky hands go down your waist, going under your shirt and tracing your skin. Your hand goes to the back of his head, pulling him closer. He pulls away, kissing your jaw before lips go to your ear, “Let’s go to your bedroom.”
You know that this is the perfect opportunity to back out and pretend as if nothing has happened. Except, you want this. Your body is burning for Toji, and you need to feel his skin on yours. You don’t think twice about it.
You stand up, grab his hand and go back to your bedroom without even thinking of the possible consequences. You lock the door behind you, and his lips crash on yours again. He’s sloppy, rushed. If he doesn’t seize the opportunity now, he might never get another chance.
He pulls away, trying to get your shirt off you, desperately needing to see every inch of your body. You share the same desperation, becoming clumsy with how bad you want to take off your shirt. Once it’s on the ground, his lips go to your neck, kissing and leaving marks on your body. Toji wants to send a clear message.
It’s not divine intervention. There’s a reason your relationships aren’t working, and Toji’s all to blame.
He gets to your breasts and his hand reaches behind to unclasp your bra, and once he slides it off, his mouth wraps around your nipple. He doesn’t focus too much on it, kissing between your breasts to then wrap around the other tit. His fingers pinch your other nipple, and you bite down your lip and you throw your head back.
He grabs your throat and his lips land on yours again. There’s so much of you to kiss but he only has a pair of lips. When he pulls away again, he pushes you onto the bed. You’re both foolishly trying to get your pants off, looking like a pair of idiots that have never taken pants off before. Once he takes off, he doesn’t waste a second before getting on the floor and spreading your legs apart.
He licks his lips as he stares at your panties. He kisses the fabric, mouth watering at the mere thought that he’s making contact with your pussy. He’s so close yet so far. He takes in your scent, nearly driving himself insane.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he mutters before pushing your panties to the side. He begins by kissing your cunt then licking up your folds. His tongue focuses on your clit, making a breathy moan leave your lips.
Two fingers begin to tease your entrance. You’re looking down at his hair while he eats you out. Your fingers run through his hair, and you grip when he finally inserts his thick fingers inside of you. You gasp, feeling how he curves his fingers inside of you, hitting every right spot.
You’re moaning his name, eyes shutting as he makes you feel so good. It’s as if he touches your body every night– Maybe he’s right. Maybe no one will ever make you feel as good as he does. The pads of his fingers press against your sweet spot, and it causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
“Shit– It’s so good,” you moan. His free hand goes up to your thigh and his nails dig into your skin as you moan his name over and over again. Your climax begins to build up and you begin to get louder. It’s like the sweetest melody grace his ears as you moan his name over and over again.
He sucks on your clit, and as he hears how you get louder and he detaches himself from your cunt. He looks up at you, watching you succumb to pleasure. His thumb plays with your clit while he says, “Your pussy tastes so fucking good, baby. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”
“Hmmm… Toji…” He watches your chest as your breathing gets heavy.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” His eyes are glued to your face, watching every single one of your expressions. God, he’s so focused that he nearly misses your orgasm– But he’s so thankful he doesn’t as liquid gushes out of you. His eyes light up and a smirk comes to his face. It’s been a while.
He finally gets up from the floor, his hand going to your face, squishing your cheeks before his lips meet yours again in a messy kiss. When he pulls away, he orders you to, “Open your fucking mouth.”
You do as he says and stick your tongue out once again. He brings his lips together and he spits in your mouth, and you’re completely grossed out but when you think about how his dick has been in your mouth and you’ve swallowed his cum, it doesn’t seem so bad. You swallow his spit and stick your tongue to show it off to him. He squeezes your face and then says, “Oh, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He’ll do anything just to give you that subconscious message that you’re his and only his. Though he doubts it’ll be hard to forget after tonight.
“I need to fuck your pussy so bad, baby,” he says as he takes off his shirt and unbuttons his pants. Thick fingers run through your slick folds, while he frees his cock with his free hand. He pumps his cock a couple of times as he tells you, “Bring your knees up to your chest.”
“Huh?” You frown, confused about the position… Why the hell would Toji want to put you in a mating press? Regardless, you do as he orders, bringing your legs up. If you were really thinking straight, you’d tell Toji to grab a condom.
Toji spits on your pussy before running his tip through your folds and sliding right in. He throws his head back, moaning your name the moment he feels you wrap around his cock.
“Your pussy is so perfect,” he says, bottoming out and giving you a moment to get adjusted to his thick cock. He rolls his hips, giving slow and gentle thrusts, knowing that you’re a little sensitive after he just ate you out.
“Fuck, Toji.” You bite your tongue, feeling as his hand goes down to play with your sensitive clit. His cock hits every right spot, turning you into putty.
“Shit, baby, I need to knock you up,” he mutters as thrusts get harsher, gaining a purpose. You hear the words loud and clear, and they hold meaning– Yet they don’t stop you. You almost yell out yes, solely focusing on how he fucks you. “Need to make you mine again, baby. Need to knock you up.”
“Shit.” You actually gain arousal from what he says. The idea of Toji getting you pregnant again turns you on. You’re clenching around him, as he continues to speak about knocking you up.
“Will you let me breed you, baby? I promise to be so good to you.” Though he speaks under his breath, you hear him loud and clear. You try not to answer, sex clouding your mind and taking the better part of your judgement. And he won’t stop until he gets an answer.
“I want to make you mine again. Need to knock up your sweet little pussy.” Toji’s working you up to your second orgasm as his own release approaches.
You’re moaning his name over and over again, until you finally reach your release and utter, “Fuck, knock me up, Toji!”
The words are music to his ears, and as he chases his own release, he tells you how he’ll knock you up and make you have his baby again. Until he finally releases inside of you, emptying his seed within you.
You come down from the high, and you notice that smug smirk on his face as he pulls out of you. He’s elated, after all, co-parenting has brought you closer.
“Toji–” you begin, though your phone rings, and cuts you off. Toji’s eyes widen, and he quickly offers to get it for you, but before you can accept, he puts his pants on and rushes to the living to get it for you.
It’s the man that brought you closer– Someone who Toji told specifically not to reach out to you again. The man simply doesn’t know what’s good for him. What an ignorant fool.
Toji picks up smugly. There’s nothing to fear. After all, you’re all his.
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Summary: Toji wants to tie the knot, and for once in his life, he needs everything to be perfect.
Warnings: Fluff
*Posting this here to force myself to finish the second part that has been in my drafts for decades
“Does my tie look okay?” Toji feels ridiculous asking the question to his four-year-old but today is a very special occasion. It’s one of the most important days in Toji’s life, and he can trust that his son will tell him the truth.
“You’re too tall.” Megumi can’t reach all the way up to the tie, so Toji picks the little guy up and puts him on the bed. Megumi gets his grubby little hands on the tie and fixes it. He crooks his father’s tie, even though it was perfectly fine before– In Megumi’s eyes it looks perfect, which is what matters. Toji’s too nervous to even notice it, blindly accepting the judgment from Megumi.
“I think I’m ready.” Toji says, until Megumi’s hand rubs against the stubble on his face. Toji sighs, feeling pathetic for the way he acts tonight. “Okay, I have to shave.”
“Yeah, you don’t want her to say no.” Megumi responds, sitting down on the bed as his father walks away.
Toji is taking deep breaths, trying his best to calm down. He’s nervous, a feeling that rarely comes to Toji but when it does, it’s bad; it consumes him as a whole. He’s proposing to you tonight. After a year of dating, Toji decided that it’s time.
A year is not a long time by any means, but Toji just knows that you’re the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. It’s undeniable, after all, it’s destiny. He just knows that you’re the woman he’s supposed to be with, and he doesn’t want to waste another minute.
Maybe it’s too soon, and he should hold off on the question. You’ve barely talked about marriage anyway, you’ve just talked about the fact that you do want to get married eventually. He can’t back down now, he already spent money on the proposal so he’ll try at the very least.
His hands are shaky as he puts the shaving cream on his face… He’s done this before, why does he feel so nervous? Granted, last time he proposed to a woman it was a spur of the moment decision, not a very detailed plan. He didn’t have time to think about it and back down like he does now.
“Am I coming with you?” Megumi barges into the bathroom, and Toji nearly cuts himself, startled by the little one.
“You’re staying with a friend.” Toji answers, and Megumi pouts. He wants to be included, not stay behind and hear about the spectacular night you and his father had. Why can’t he be included?
“I’m more fun than you.” Megumi says, and Toji laughs. There’s no doubt in Toji’s mind, but this doesn’t require Megumi and his way of providing entertainment. “I’m not going to bother you.”
“You still have to stay behind, Megumi.” Toji responds, and the child pouts. Megumi stomps away, and Toji rolls his eyes. What a dramatic child. “You’re going to have fun! Don’t throw a tantrum.”
Megumi somewhat helps Toji calm down his nerves. At least he gets a laugh out of the child’s attitude. Toji swears the child doesn’t get the attitude from him.
“Are you ready to go, Megumi?” Toji yells as he pats his face dry. He shouldn’t be asking the question when he’s not even close to being ready, but it’s easier to focus on someone else when you’re in Toji’s shoes. There’s no response which can only be one thing: Megumi’s too mad at Toji to care.
Toji walks out of the bathroom to get the rest of his shit together. He’s running behind, he promised he’d be at your door at seven but he’s going to be at least ten minutes late. He feels like he’s lost his head– Oh, he’s praying you accept because there’s no way he can propose again. He absolutely hates this feeling, he has no idea where to go and which step he should take next.
“I promise I’ll behave.” Megumi is following behind Toji, trying to convince his father to let him go. He just wants to be a part of this very special night, not be left behind with some loser. Toji ignores the child that follows behind like a lost puppy.
“Where’s my cologne?” Toji mutters, running around trying to find it. He’s lost his head. It’s not where it usually is which leads him to believe that the little bug that keeps pestering him is hiding items. He could go without it, but you often mention how he smells so good that you could just eat him. He’s trying to get everything in his favor tonight, so he can’t go off without the cologne. “Where did you put it, Megumi?”
“I don’t have it.” He claims, but one swift look at the child tells Toji all he needs to know. Toji begins to walk to the child’s bedroom, and the moment he steps into the room he notices a plushie that’s out of place. He moves it to the side to find his cologne and as well as the ring box.
“Megumi, what did I tell you about lying?” Toji sternly speaks, looking at the child that’s less than half his size. Megumi looks at his feet in shame, not because he feels bad but because he’s been caught.
“To only do it when it helps you.” Megumi responds, barely audible for the man. Toji doesn’t care to discipline the child too much, he’s running out of time. He’ll deal with Megumi later.
“I have to get going.” Toji looks at his watch, realizing that he should be out the door by this time. But he can’t leave Megumi alone at home, and Megumi isn’t ready yet. “Megumi, if you aren’t ready within the next five minutes, I’m leaving you home alone.”
“Okay…” He hates the hint of attitude that’s in Megumi’s voice. The child couldn’t care less. He doesn’t take Toji seriously, and Toji can’t stand it.
“You know what happens when a child your age is left home alone?” Instilling fear will surely work. Toji is fighting back a smirk when Megumi shakes his head. “A big ugly monster comes and takes them.”
“Uglier than you?” Megumi says, which makes Toji sigh. Perhaps he should be offended, but he’s used to Megumi’s mouthiness at this point. It’s just another night for Toji.
“Yeah, uglier than me and meaner as well. Now get ready.” Toji responds, though his tactic is not working. Megumi is unbothered, and Toji can’t afford to waste another second. It’s fine, Megumi isn’t really doing much, so he’ll be fine in pajamas.
“We’re leaving.” Toji picks the child up and carries him to the car. Megumi is kicking his feet, trying to break free from his father’s grip– To no avail, Toji is much stronger than Megumi. “Any chance you had of coming with me perished.”
“What does that mean?” Megumi asks while kicking his feet in the air. “Let me get my toys!”
“No, you made your choice. You wanted to be a brat, and now you’re going to Gojo’s place in your pajamas, with no shoes and no toys.” Toji feels a twinge of empathy for the child but he’s too irritated to let Megumi go back inside. Toji is running late, and tonight he wants you to have no doubts about him. He’s the perfect man for you, he has to showcase that in every possible way.
“I’m gonna run away!” Megumi yells, though he can’t do much when Toji holds him. Toji rolls his eyes. He knows that the neighbors hear how his child yells from the top of his lungs, but they know Megumi is a tad bit overdramatic.
“Right before your fifth birthday? Please do me the favor so I can sell your gift.” Toji responds which instantly calms Megumi down. That threat works like a charm, perhaps he should’ve led with that. “Gojo better tell me that you were an angel or else.”
“I’ll behave!” Megumi claims, needing his birthday gifts to be safe.
That was all it took for Megumi to behave for the rest of the night.
Toji’s hands are sweaty as he knocks on your door. His heart is about to beat out of his chest… All for what, a marriage proposal? Toji, a man that’s conquered many hearts because of how charming (and manipulative) he can be when he sets his heart on something. This shouldn’t be hard, he shouldn’t be nervous.
“Toji!” You exclaim as you open the door, looking as beautiful as ever tonight. He’s about to crap himself, he can’t propose. Your hands meet behind his neck before bringing him down to peck his lips. Your nose goes to the crook of his neck, and just as he expected, you tell him, “You smell so good, I could eat you.”
“I’m not opposed to that.” Toji chuckles as you press a subtle kiss on his neck. He pulls you into his embrace, hands resting on the small of your back. “You’re looking stunning tonight.”
“When am I not?” You reply with a laugh. You close the door behind you, and intertwine your arm with his before walking out. “Where are you taking me tonight, big boy?”
“It’s a surprise.” He tells you, and you squint as you look at him. Something is up with him, Toji doesn’t do surprises. “You’re looking at me funny.”
“What’s up with you?” You question, and you swear you see his cheeks turn pink. But Toji? That’s unlikely, your eyes must be deceiving you. You look away, knowing there’s no possibility that your boyfriend is blushing.
“There’s nothing up with me. Jumping to conclusions already?” He tries to play it off, which gives it away. There’s something up with him, and you’re going to figure it out.
“How’s Megumi?” You ask him, and Toji can say a lot but he decides on sighing. That’s all he needs to say, you know that the little guy can be stubborn. “What did he do this time?”
“Wanted to join our date.” He chuckles, and you can’t help but laugh as well. You’d let the child join, you’re always happy to have Megumi with you… But Toji knows best. And you do appreciate not having to watch your mouth and being able to be as affectionate as you want to be with Toji.
“Poor little guy, you should’ve let him join.” You’re clearly joking, but Toji can’t help but roll his eyes. Megumi is such a cockblock that he should be studied by scientists, it should be impossible. Luckily he got rid of the child for the night.
“Can’t thank Satoru enough for taking him off my hands tonight.” Toji says, and you’re fighting back on smiling as you think about what tonight has in store for you. It’s going to be fun, that’s what you can gather from this.
“I’ll thank Satoru if you make tonight worth it.” You wink at him, and he should make some sort of remark that’ll make you chuckle, but he feels as if his heart is about to beat out of his chest. He’s going to do it. He’s going to propose…
“Yeah…” He lets out an awkward laugh. You get to his car, and he opens the passenger door for you. You kiss his cheek, muttering a thank you before getting into his car. He takes a deep breath as he shuts the car door, muttering, “Tonight is going to be unforgettable.”
“Woah… This place is…” You’re sitting across from Toji, holding the menu in your hands and staring at the high prices. Toji has never taken you to a place this expensive before, and it makes you wonder what he has up his sleeve. “Nice.”
“Yeah, I want tonight to be spec– Nice.” He corrects himself before he gives it away. And then it hits you. Perhaps you should’ve known the moment he took you to a place where there is valet parking, but what matters is that now you know.
You thought it was next month, but apparently it’s tonight since Toji is going above and beyond. Your second year anniversary with Toji. Many questions pop into your head as you try to figure out how you’ve forgotten this very special night… And how did Toji even remember?
“Happy anniversary.” You smile, trying to play it off. It totally hadn’t slipped your mind. Toji looks puzzled as if he’s trying to figure something out. Your mind lands on his gift. A non-existent gift that you very obviously do not carry with you. You decide to lie, “I do have a gift for you, but it’s back at my place.”
“Happy anniversary.” He’s forcing himself to smile. He forgot that? How did he forget it? He had it marked on his calendar but guesses with being in a rush about a proposal and whatnot made it slip his mind. “I do have a gift for you as well.”
“What is it?” Your interest is piqued, and you really don’t want to wait till later to find out. You’re not as patient as you claim to be.
“What’s your gift?” Toji responds, and you roll your eyes. You haven’t figured it out yet, therefore you can’t give him a response.
“Fine, leave me guessing.” There’s a hint of attitude in your tone, something that Toji doesn’t care enough to fix. He has bigger issues right now. “What can I order? I know you’re not made of money.”
“That’s kind of rude.” Toji points out, holding back on laughing. You aren’t wrong though, but tonight is special. He wouldn’t take you to a place he couldn’t afford. “I brought you here because I can afford it. Order the whole menu if you want.”
“Really?” You raise a brow his way, and Toji clicks his tongue. He puts his hands up defensively before saying,
“You got me. Don’t order the whole menu, I don’t have that kind of money.” He laughs, and you chuckle.
“Thank you for bringing me here, dear. This is a very lovely place.” You reach over, and take his hands into yours. You feel just how sweaty his palms are, and you wonder why. It’s definitely not hot for him to be sweaty. “Toji, are you nervous?”
“Why would I– You know, I think we should celebrate.” Toji has to do it now, he might die if he waits till dessert. He’ll call over the waiter, and proceed with the plan that he had. He got the idea from some article on the internet, putting the ring in your drink and whatever follows. It’s not particularly romantic but for Toji it’s perfect. Toji’s charming, not romantic.
“Celebrate?” You question before remembering your anniversary. You feel bad for forgetting when he’s clearly put effort into tonight. You can fake it though. “Of course, let’s celebrate.”
Toji flags down the waiter, telling him to bring out champagne. Toji doesn’t drink, but tonight he'll make an exception. You also know he doesn’t drink, which makes you suspicious. Tonight is not an ordinary night.
“Two years already, huh? When are you proposing?” You tease him, and he nearly chokes on his own saliva. His eyes are wide and you feel the need to clarify. “I’m joking, babe. You don’t have to react like that.”
“React like what? I’m fine.” He says, and you’re having a hard time believing him. He’s nervous about something, it’s written all over his face. “You have to stop reading into things.”
“I’m not.” You respond, knowing that there’s something up with Toji. A man that’s usually stoic looks almost nervous. You won’t push him to give you an answer though, that surely won’t work with Toji.
“Finally.” Toji’s eyes glimmer at the sight of the glasses on the table. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself to speak. To give the small speech that he wrote down with Megumi’s crayon. A small speech that he lost because Megumi poured a glass of water on it– But it’s fine, he memorized it.
“Cheers.” You grab the glass in front of you, and clink it with Toji’s. You furrow your brows, noticing that the liquid in Toji’s is shaking. He’s shaking. “Toji, are you okay? Are you cold?”
“They keep the place chilly.” He tries to laugh it off. He’s giving it away. Though he says it’s chilly, he’s sweating. But before you can question it, Toji chugs down his drink. There’s something wrong with him. He prompts you to drink as well, “It’s gonna get warm.”
“I’m not in a rush.” You look at him inquisitively. You love Toji, and you’ve gotten to know him pretty well. But you can’t know what’s going through his mind by merely looking at him. You grab your drink slowly, and bring the glass to your lips before taking a long sip of the champagne. Drinking from a glass has never been as awkward as it is now, feeling Toji’s eyes watching your every move.
“Toji, this is the last time I ask, what the fuck is up with you?” You ask, getting frustrated with him. He’s acting odd, and you wonder if you did something wrong.
“Look at the bottom of the glass.” He instructs you and you frown, grabbing the glass and inspecting the bottom of it. There’s nothing. Perhaps it’s because there’s some liquid, but apart from bubbles you spot nothing.
“What?” You question, and Toji loosens his tie. “Did you see something weird?”
“Is there nothing at the bottom?” Toji asks, and he almost loses his shit when you shake your head. His eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen, and suddenly the man stands up from his chair. He bites down his tongue before saying one simple word, “Bathroom.”
Before you can utter a word, Toji’s gone. What an odd man he is tonight.
Toji looks around the place, trying to find the dumb waiter that he tasked this with. The instructions are very clear, how could he mess that up? Toji’s eyes land on the waiter, and the poor man begins to tremble when he sees Toji’s terrifying glare. A predator has spotted its prey, and the prey is too slow to run away.
Toji grabs the waiter by his collar, dragging him from the kitchen to the back of the restaurant in a matter of seconds. Toji is pinning this twenty-something-year-old against the wall, making the poor man almost cry out to his mommy. Toji feels like he’s doing some shady business again.
“Where the fuck is that ring, boy? You know how much that cost me?! I’ll sell your intestines to make you pay.” Toji threatens; a threat that holds no weight, but sounds so natural as it rolls off Toji’s tongue.
“I-I don’t know, s-sir. I promise I put it in.” The waiter stumbles over his words, absolutely terrified of Toji. It’s a scary scene, specifically with how ravenous Toji looks. Toji’s hungry for blood, and he’s staring at the perfect target.
“Where the fuck is it? That damn ring cost me an arm and a leg.” Toji’s anger couldn’t be more clear than now. It’s absolutely terrifying for any bystander, and of course, the poor man that is pinned against the wall.
“Whose?” The young man is closing his eyes, scared that these moments might be his last. The grip on the collar tightens, Toji getting angrier by the second.
“You want to joke around with me? Is this funny to you?” Toji spits out, and the poor boy frantically shakes his head. Toji finally let’s go, letting out an annoyed sigh. “Get me your fucking manager.”
“Yessir.” The young man responds, body nearly falling to the ground as he struggles to find balance. At least Toji let him go. He’s alive, and he should be grateful.
“That took you long enough.” You chuckle, watching as Toji sits across from you once again. You want to ask if the reason why he was acting weird was because of a stomach bug, but Toji looks mad.
“Must’ve eaten something bad.” Toji mutters, as if upset. Though you understand having a stomach bug is not enjoyable, you don’t particularly understand why he looks mad.
“Do we have to go? Our celebration can wait.” You reassure him, but Toji shakes his head. He sighs.
“We have to celebrate our anniversary.” He responds, but you don’t want him to put his well being at risk to celebrate the date. Your celebration can wait until he gets better. Your hands reach over to grab his own, giving them a squeeze.
“I don’t want you to sit through a celebration while you’re feeling ill.” You watch him avert his gaze. You know he’s upset about this, and you think of how to make him feel better. You chuckle before confessing, “I forgot about our anniversary… I thought this was just going to be one of our usual dates but here you go, going above and beyond. So don’t feel bad if you want to cancel all of our plans, and call it a night. We can just go home, and I’ll make you tea to help your upset stomach.”
“I guess…” Toji is a fool. Putting a ring that expensive in a glass of champagne? For you? That man should’ve carved out your name on a mountain and asked you to marry him at the bare minimum. This place– The proposal and the restaurant is too trashy for what you deserve.
“I have to talk to the manager, will you give me a second?” Toji asks, and you furrow your brows. Was the incident in the bathroom that bad? You won’t question it. You don’t want to embarrass the man.
Toji comes back within five minutes, extending his hand for you to take. Without a doubt, you take it and leave with him. You’ll go anywhere that Toji wants to take you.
“You know–” You begin before shoving a fry into your mouth. Toji decided to take you to eat fast food before going home. Though he’s supposed to be sick, you’re both eating fast food in his car. Luckily he’s parked outside of the place, so in case an emergency does come up, he can run inside. “I’m surprised you remembered our anniversary but I didn’t.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Toji questions, reaching over and taking one of your fries since he already ate all of his. He eats fast– One thing about Toji, he’ll make sure he doesn’t have to share. You glare at his hand, and almost slap it away.
“That I’m the one that’s usually great at remembering dates.” You answer, and Toji tries to recall today’s date. Tonight he just got extremely lucky… In that sense at least. He’s calling it quits on tonight’s plan. He’ll perfect the proposal over the coming weeks. “But you know what they say: a broken clock is right twice a day.”
“Did you just compare me to a broken block?” He’s slightly offended by the question, but the glimmer of mischief in your eyes makes him chuckle. As revenge, he reaches over and takes a couple more of your fries.
“Hey! Stop eating all of my food!” You scold him, and he fights back a smirk. He puts on a show of eating your food in front of you, showing off that he’s taken your fries and you can’t do anything about it. “You shouldn’t even be eating this with your stomach.”
“My stomach is fine.” He assures you, but you can’t take him seriously. Toji could be dying on a hospital bed, and he’d still reassure you that he’s completely fine. With how long it took him to come back from the bathroom, you doubt he’s okay.
“Are you sure? Because–”
“What do you think about getting married?” Toji cuts you off, not wanting to talk about an upset stomach or his shitting habits. You can’t help but giggle at the way he changes the conversation, especially from something so ridiculous to a serious matter.
“Why? Are you proposing?” You tease, and Toji rolls his eyes at your reaction. You chuckle before answering truthfully, “I’d love to get married to you someday. Anywhere, any time.”
“Good, because you’re stuck with me for life.” Toji tries to joke, but it sounds very serious. He’s joking but at the same time he isn't. Not that you mind being stuck with him for life.
“Hmm… How about we go to the courthouse tomorrow and get married?” You propose and Toji begins to choke on the fry that he stole from you. He quickly grabs the soda and drinks like a wild man, while hitting his chest. You’re worried for a millisecond before you burst out laughing.
Toji coughs up his fry while the sound of your laughter fills up the car. Your hand goes to his back, caressing it as he calms down.
“Glad– That my– Near death experience is funny to you.” He’s still coughing. When he calms down, he’s glaring at you. A glare that many find intimidating. But you find it amusing, knowing Toji isn’t going to do anything.
“Could you imagine? Death by fry? I can’t decide if that’s an amazing or a pathetic way to go.” You say, and Toji rolls his eyes again.
“Fine, let’s go to the courthouse tomorrow and get married.” Toji agrees. It definitely takes the weight of proposing off his shoulders.
You shake your head. “I was joking.”
“Like hell you were. I know how you women are. You’re joking, but you’re actually dropping hints.” He does air quotes, and you glare at him. The difference between you glaring at him, and him glaring at you is that he actually feels a twinge of fear when you look at him badly. He begins to laugh, putting his hands up defensively, “I was just messing around.”
“Like hell you were, punk.” You sound so serious that it scares him. Before he can even defend himself, your hand goes to his bicep and you proceed to lightly pinch him. He cries in pain, and you let go before leaning over to kiss the same spot.
You proceed to apologize in a high pitched voice, “Sowwy for hurting you, baby.”
“Okay, say it again but in a normal voice.” Toji replies, and you roll your eyes.
“I’m only apologizing with the baby voice. Take it or leave it.” You cross your arms, acting as if you have the upper hand in this situation.
“Leave it. I have enough with Megumi.” Toji responds, making you click your tongue.
“Are we picking up the little guy before going home?” You ask, and Toji hums in response. He almost forgot that his offspring is with your best friend for the night.
“Yeah. He’ll kill me if we don’t.”
You hum along to the tune of one of your favorite songs as Toji drives back to Gojo’s place. You tried to joke around with Toji some more, but after the drive started, he stopped paying attention. He looks pensive, and you wonder if it’s the same thoughts that were affecting him earlier.
“Oh, look, it’s raining.” You point out as if Toji hadn’t turned on the windshield wipers. You just want Toji to say something, but he’s suddenly gone mute.
Toji’s thoughts are about Megumi. The little cockblocker is going to spoil his plan. Megumi has kept his mouth shut for a whole week after finding out the plan, Toji knows the little guy isn’t going to hold it for much longer.
“Are you hot?” You ask as Toji lowers the air conditioning. He takes off his suit jacket at the red light, unable to contain the heat. It’s pretty cold out, but he’s acting a little odd tonight.
Before you know it, you’re outside of Satoru’s apartment complex. Your hand goes to the door handle, but before you open it, Toji speaks up, “Stay here. It’s raining.”
“I want to say hi to my little guy.” You say, but Toji shakes his head. He’ll refuse to let you out of the car.
“You’re sleeping over tonight anyway. I can’t protect both of you from the rain, and the last thing I need is you both being whiny babies because of a cold.” Toji responds, and you pout. Toji will let you figure out your own feelings while he goes to pick up Megumi.
“Stupid Toji.” You mutter when the car door shuts. At least he’s doing this to keep you well, but you can’t help but think this has something to do with his weird behavior. You begin to mock him, “You’re sleeping over anyway. Dumbass.”
You begin to turn up the temperature, freezing with the air conditioning on. But you feel a twinge of remorse while you do it, knowing that he’s going to be hot when he gets to the car. You turn the air conditioning down again, opting to take his jacket instead.
You put it on, and begin to feel his pockets. Maybe you’ll find some change… It’s not like Toji is going to notice a few coins missing. What’s his is yours, and what’s yours is yours. However the saying goes. A smirk comes to your lips when you feel something cold, “Bingo.”
“Huh?” Your expression quickly changes, your eyes becoming wide when you see that it’s not a coin. It’s something much more expensive. Something that answers everything. Why he took you to an expensive restaurant, why he was acting so weird, why he suddenly remembered your anniversary (though it hits you that it’s not the date, you assumed wrong).
You stare at it for what feels like forever. It looks like it’ll fit perfectly. You exit the car, not caring that it is drizzling out. You can withstand some water, what you can’t stand is sitting in the car alone with your own thoughts for another second. He’s coming out of the building, holding an umbrella over Megumi’s head.
“What are you doing out?!” Toji yells when he sees you outside of the car, wearing his jacket. He frowns, until he sees you hold something up. He doesn’t have to squint to see what it is, and he begins to freak out immediately. “Snoopy! Why were you going through that?!”
“Megumi, get in the car.” Toji hands the umbrella to the child, a task that Megumi is happy to take over. Toji walks over to you, attempting to snatch the ring out of your hands.
“What is this?” You ask, and Toji refuses to answer, focusing on getting the ring from your hands but you begin to move around. You can’t help but giggle as you watch a very frustrated Toji try to take a ring from you. “You won’t get it back until you answer.”
“Then…” Toji restrains you, grabbing both of your wrists. It’s an awkward position, one arm over your head while you hold the other in front of you. “We won’t move.”
“So much for not getting me sick.” You mention, and you know that he fights back a smile. You look into his eyes, seeing the uncertainty that consumes them. Toji was hoping tonight he’d have the perfect proposal, and when he realized that everything was going south, he backed out. Your heart melts at the thought of your big intimidating boyfriend getting worried because of this.
“Will you give it back?” He’s talking to you as if you were Megumi.
“I do–” You begin. “I’ll hold that for the ceremony.”
“Huh?” Toji lets go of your wrists, and you proceed to place the ring in the palm of his hand. You kiss the tip of his nose before pressing your forehead against his. Toji laughs, relief washing over him. “I didn’t even ask the question.”
“What are you waiting for?” You ask, and Toji pulls away.
He gets on one knee on the wet asphalt, holding the ring that nearly cost him his intestines, with the most genuine smile on his face. His eyes are brimming with love. He had a long sappy speech that he copied off the internet. Something overly romantic. Something disingenuous to his character.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes.” You nod excitedly, and Toji slips the ring on your finger before getting up from the ground and picking you up. He kisses you once. Then again. And again, and again.
“Eugh!” You both hear that makes the kissing stop. Megumi is waiting for you two to finish to properly greet you– One thing you notice, the umbrella is gone.
Toji sighs. Great, everyone is going to be sick for at least a week.
At least he’s getting married soon. That’s a bonus.
Summary: Your ex-husband loves to meddle in areas where he isn't supposed to be involved in.
Warnings: MDNI! Smut, Manipulation, Yandere Undertones, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Spitting, Breeding Kink, Creampie
Co-parenting, that’s all this thing is supposed to be. When you and Toji decided to separate, you agreed to remain cordial. You were going to remain in each other’s lives whether you liked it or not. Being cordial was the only option in your eyes, but you must say that it’s hard sometimes, especially with Toji. He doesn’t make it any easier.
It’s clear that he’s jealous. Every time he’s made aware that you’re seeing someone, Toji seethes with jealousy. It’s hard not to notice the change in attitude whenever you bring a possible boyfriend around, Toji becomes a total jackass. And after the first introduction, they all magically disappear from your life.
Toji claims it isn’t his doing, but you’re sure that it is. The snide remarks and weird attitude certainly push them away– You once caught the man threatening to beat the living life out of one of your boyfriends. He’s doing something to drive them away. You aren’t sure if it’s the same tactic each time, but he’s doing something.
“That’s weird,” you comment, brows furrowing as you check your phone. You’re doing it in front of Toji on purpose. He sits comfortably on your couch, watching as you walk over and sit down beside him.
“What’s weird?” he asks, eyes glued to the television, refusing to look anywhere else. Though Megumi has fallen asleep, he makes himself comfortable in your home.
“The guy I was talking to blocked me,” you share, and you watch his eyes light up as they look at you. Though he doesn’t look shocked, even when he furrows his brows to pretend like he’s confused.
“Guess it wasn’t meant to be.” He ends up shrugging, making you click your tongue. You put your phone down, crossing your arms and biting your tongue so you don’t start cursing Toji out.
“Toji,” you say, making him hum in response, raising his brows. “What did you do this time?”
“I didn’t do anything.” He puts his hands up defensively, making you roll your eyes. He’s lying through his teeth, that isn’t hard to see.
“You always do this, Toji. I’m sick of it.” You slightly raise your voice, being mindful that your son is asleep. There’s that taunting smirk on his face that nearly makes you see red, but luckily, you stay composed.
“Do what, honey? I haven’t done a thing,” he claims, and you try to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. This is what he does– Whenever he’s in the wrong he acts completely oblivious, nearly driving you insane. This wasn’t supposed to be your issue anymore considering you’re just co-parenting.
“Toji.” You can only utter his name, trying your best to remain composed.
“I don’t even know his name, how the hell am I supposed to know why this guy blocked you?” he says, and you frown. You chew on the inside of your cheek, wondering how the hell Toji would know. Maybe you’re just in your head about it. You want someone to blame and your ex-husband just happens to be the perfect person.
Ultimately, you sigh. You mutter, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, dear.” You barely notice how he’s moving closer to you, invading your personal space. Before you know it, his hand goes under your chin, tilting your head up. He forces you to make eye contact though you avert your gaze. “You know you can always rant to me about it.”
“I’m just tired of dating,” you confess, and you watch a mocking pout come to his face.
“You know he’s a big loser, I’d do anything to be with you again.” He says the right words to butter you up, and you’re foolishly listening. Usually, you ignore what Toji has to say, but you’re tired. “You’re the perfect woman, what kind of idiot would let you go?”
“You,” you answer, earning a laugh from him. He can get the facts straight, or he can appease you and perhaps get lucky tonight. That’s what he’s been working for, right? Being right isn’t going to get him anywhere.
“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” You practically feel his breath on your face, his lips inching closer. Your breath gets caught up in your chest, and you give him a slight nod. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”
You should move back and put your distance. You’re easily falling into his trap, you know it. You’re not an idiot– Well maybe a little bit. Enough to wrap around his finger without any true effort.
“Hmm… How could you possibly do that?” You bite down your lips, eyes glancing into his lustful gaze.
“You know no one’s ever going to make you feel as good as I do,” he answers, and you nearly melt. The room gets hot, and you can barely breathe. You’re not crossing that line. You’ll let him do the dirty work.
“I don’t buy it,” you tease, fighting back a smirk. He laughs. He knows better than anyone that he’s right. He’s cocky, but rightfully so.
“I doubt you’ve forgotten,” he mutters before his lips lock on yours. Pulling away doesn’t even cross your mind, quickly intoxicated with his kiss. He starts off soft and gentle, quickly becoming more intense as the temperature rises.
Sneaky hands go down your waist, going under your shirt and tracing your skin. Your hand goes to the back of his head, pulling him closer. He pulls away, kissing your jaw before lips go to your ear, “Let’s go to your bedroom.”
You know that this is the perfect opportunity to back out and pretend as if nothing has happened. Except, you want this. Your body is burning for Toji, and you need to feel his skin on yours. You don’t think twice about it.
You stand up, grab his hand and go back to your bedroom without even thinking of the possible consequences. You lock the door behind you, and his lips crash on yours again. He’s sloppy, rushed. If he doesn’t seize the opportunity now, he might never get another chance.
He pulls away, trying to get your shirt off you, desperately needing to see every inch of your body. You share the same desperation, becoming clumsy with how bad you want to take off your shirt. Once it’s on the ground, his lips go to your neck, kissing and leaving marks on your body. Toji wants to send a clear message.
It’s not divine intervention. There’s a reason your relationships aren’t working, and Toji’s all to blame.
He gets to your breasts and his hand reaches behind to unclasp your bra, and once he slides it off, his mouth wraps around your nipple. He doesn’t focus too much on it, kissing between your breasts to then wrap around the other tit. His fingers pinch your other nipple, and you bite down your lip and you throw your head back.
He grabs your throat and his lips land on yours again. There’s so much of you to kiss but he only has a pair of lips. When he pulls away again, he pushes you onto the bed. You’re both foolishly trying to get your pants off, looking like a pair of idiots that have never taken pants off before. Once he takes off, he doesn’t waste a second before getting on the floor and spreading your legs apart.
He licks his lips as he stares at your panties. He kisses the fabric, mouth watering at the mere thought that he’s making contact with your pussy. He’s so close yet so far. He takes in your scent, nearly driving himself insane.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he mutters before pushing your panties to the side. He begins by kissing your cunt then licking up your folds. His tongue focuses on your clit, making a breathy moan leave your lips.
Two fingers begin to tease your entrance. You’re looking down at his hair while he eats you out. Your fingers run through his hair, and you grip when he finally inserts his thick fingers inside of you. You gasp, feeling how he curves his fingers inside of you, hitting every right spot.
You’re moaning his name, eyes shutting as he makes you feel so good. It’s as if he touches your body every night– Maybe he’s right. Maybe no one will ever make you feel as good as he does. The pads of his fingers press against your sweet spot, and it causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
“Shit– It’s so good,” you moan. His free hand goes up to your thigh and his nails dig into your skin as you moan his name over and over again. Your climax begins to build up and you begin to get louder. It’s like the sweetest melody grace his ears as you moan his name over and over again.
He sucks on your clit, and as he hears how you get louder and he detaches himself from your cunt. He looks up at you, watching you succumb to pleasure. His thumb plays with your clit while he says, “Your pussy tastes so fucking good, baby. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”
“Hmmm… Toji…” He watches your chest as your breathing gets heavy.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” His eyes are glued to your face, watching every single one of your expressions. God, he’s so focused that he nearly misses your orgasm– But he’s so thankful he doesn’t as liquid gushes out of you. His eyes light up and a smirk comes to his face. It’s been a while.
He finally gets up from the floor, his hand going to your face, squishing your cheeks before his lips meet yours again in a messy kiss. When he pulls away, he orders you to, “Open your fucking mouth.”
You do as he says and stick your tongue out once again. He brings his lips together and he spits in your mouth, and you’re completely grossed out but when you think about how his dick has been in your mouth and you’ve swallowed his cum, it doesn’t seem so bad. You swallow his spit and stick your tongue to show it off to him. He squeezes your face and then says, “Oh, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He’ll do anything just to give you that subconscious message that you’re his and only his. Though he doubts it’ll be hard to forget after tonight.
“I need to fuck your pussy so bad, baby,” he says as he takes off his shirt and unbuttons his pants. Thick fingers run through your slick folds, while he frees his cock with his free hand. He pumps his cock a couple of times as he tells you, “Bring your knees up to your chest.”
“Huh?” You frown, confused about the position… Why the hell would Toji want to put you in a mating press? Regardless, you do as he orders, bringing your legs up. If you were really thinking straight, you’d tell Toji to grab a condom.
Toji spits on your pussy before running his tip through your folds and sliding right in. He throws his head back, moaning your name the moment he feels you wrap around his cock.
“Your pussy is so perfect,” he says, bottoming out and giving you a moment to get adjusted to his thick cock. He rolls his hips, giving slow and gentle thrusts, knowing that you’re a little sensitive after he just ate you out.
“Fuck, Toji.” You bite your tongue, feeling as his hand goes down to play with your sensitive clit. His cock hits every right spot, turning you into putty.
“Shit, baby, I need to knock you up,” he mutters as thrusts get harsher, gaining a purpose. You hear the words loud and clear, and they hold meaning– Yet they don’t stop you. You almost yell out yes, solely focusing on how he fucks you. “Need to make you mine again, baby. Need to knock you up.”
“Shit.” You actually gain arousal from what he says. The idea of Toji getting you pregnant again turns you on. You’re clenching around him, as he continues to speak about knocking you up.
“Will you let me breed you, baby? I promise to be so good to you.” Though he speaks under his breath, you hear him loud and clear. You try not to answer, sex clouding your mind and taking the better part of your judgement. And he won’t stop until he gets an answer.
“I want to make you mine again. Need to knock up your sweet little pussy.” Toji’s working you up to your second orgasm as his own release approaches.
You’re moaning his name over and over again, until you finally reach your release and utter, “Fuck, knock me up, Toji!”
The words are music to his ears, and as he chases his own release, he tells you how he’ll knock you up and make you have his baby again. Until he finally releases inside of you, emptying his seed within you.
You come down from the high, and you notice that smug smirk on his face as he pulls out of you. He’s elated, after all, co-parenting has brought you closer.
“Toji–” you begin, though your phone rings, and cuts you off. Toji’s eyes widen, and he quickly offers to get it for you, but before you can accept, he puts his pants on and rushes to the living to get it for you.
It’s the man that brought you closer– Someone who Toji told specifically not to reach out to you again. The man simply doesn’t know what’s good for him. What an ignorant fool.
Toji picks up smugly. There’s nothing to fear. After all, you’re all his.
Summary: Your ex-husband loves to meddle in areas where he isn't supposed to be involved in.
Warnings: MDNI! Smut, Manipulation, Yandere Undertones, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Spitting, Breeding Kink, Creampie
Co-parenting, that’s all this thing is supposed to be. When you and Toji decided to separate, you agreed to remain cordial. You were going to remain in each other’s lives whether you liked it or not. Being cordial was the only option in your eyes, but you must say that it’s hard sometimes, especially with Toji. He doesn’t make it any easier.
It’s clear that he’s jealous. Every time he’s made aware that you’re seeing someone, Toji seethes with jealousy. It’s hard not to notice the change in attitude whenever you bring a possible boyfriend around, Toji becomes a total jackass. And after the first introduction, they all magically disappear from your life.
Toji claims it isn’t his doing, but you’re sure that it is. The snide remarks and weird attitude certainly push them away– You once caught the man threatening to beat the living life out of one of your boyfriends. He’s doing something to drive them away. You aren’t sure if it’s the same tactic each time, but he’s doing something.
“That’s weird,” you comment, brows furrowing as you check your phone. You’re doing it in front of Toji on purpose. He sits comfortably on your couch, watching as you walk over and sit down beside him.
“What’s weird?” he asks, eyes glued to the television, refusing to look anywhere else. Though Megumi has fallen asleep, he makes himself comfortable in your home.
“The guy I was talking to blocked me,” you share, and you watch his eyes light up as they look at you. Though he doesn’t look shocked, even when he furrows his brows to pretend like he’s confused.
“Guess it wasn’t meant to be.” He ends up shrugging, making you click your tongue. You put your phone down, crossing your arms and biting your tongue so you don’t start cursing Toji out.
“Toji,” you say, making him hum in response, raising his brows. “What did you do this time?”
“I didn’t do anything.” He puts his hands up defensively, making you roll your eyes. He’s lying through his teeth, that isn’t hard to see.
“You always do this, Toji. I’m sick of it.” You slightly raise your voice, being mindful that your son is asleep. There’s that taunting smirk on his face that nearly makes you see red, but luckily, you stay composed.
“Do what, honey? I haven’t done a thing,” he claims, and you try to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. This is what he does– Whenever he’s in the wrong he acts completely oblivious, nearly driving you insane. This wasn’t supposed to be your issue anymore considering you’re just co-parenting.
“Toji.” You can only utter his name, trying your best to remain composed.
“I don’t even know his name, how the hell am I supposed to know why this guy blocked you?” he says, and you frown. You chew on the inside of your cheek, wondering how the hell Toji would know. Maybe you’re just in your head about it. You want someone to blame and your ex-husband just happens to be the perfect person.
Ultimately, you sigh. You mutter, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, dear.” You barely notice how he’s moving closer to you, invading your personal space. Before you know it, his hand goes under your chin, tilting your head up. He forces you to make eye contact though you avert your gaze. “You know you can always rant to me about it.”
“I’m just tired of dating,” you confess, and you watch a mocking pout come to his face.
“You know he’s a big loser, I’d do anything to be with you again.” He says the right words to butter you up, and you’re foolishly listening. Usually, you ignore what Toji has to say, but you’re tired. “You’re the perfect woman, what kind of idiot would let you go?”
“You,” you answer, earning a laugh from him. He can get the facts straight, or he can appease you and perhaps get lucky tonight. That’s what he’s been working for, right? Being right isn’t going to get him anywhere.
“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” You practically feel his breath on your face, his lips inching closer. Your breath gets caught up in your chest, and you give him a slight nod. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”
You should move back and put your distance. You’re easily falling into his trap, you know it. You’re not an idiot– Well maybe a little bit. Enough to wrap around his finger without any true effort.
“Hmm… How could you possibly do that?” You bite down your lips, eyes glancing into his lustful gaze.
“You know no one’s ever going to make you feel as good as I do,” he answers, and you nearly melt. The room gets hot, and you can barely breathe. You’re not crossing that line. You’ll let him do the dirty work.
“I don’t buy it,” you tease, fighting back a smirk. He laughs. He knows better than anyone that he’s right. He’s cocky, but rightfully so.
“I doubt you’ve forgotten,” he mutters before his lips lock on yours. Pulling away doesn’t even cross your mind, quickly intoxicated with his kiss. He starts off soft and gentle, quickly becoming more intense as the temperature rises.
Sneaky hands go down your waist, going under your shirt and tracing your skin. Your hand goes to the back of his head, pulling him closer. He pulls away, kissing your jaw before lips go to your ear, “Let’s go to your bedroom.”
You know that this is the perfect opportunity to back out and pretend as if nothing has happened. Except, you want this. Your body is burning for Toji, and you need to feel his skin on yours. You don’t think twice about it.
You stand up, grab his hand and go back to your bedroom without even thinking of the possible consequences. You lock the door behind you, and his lips crash on yours again. He’s sloppy, rushed. If he doesn’t seize the opportunity now, he might never get another chance.
He pulls away, trying to get your shirt off you, desperately needing to see every inch of your body. You share the same desperation, becoming clumsy with how bad you want to take off your shirt. Once it’s on the ground, his lips go to your neck, kissing and leaving marks on your body. Toji wants to send a clear message.
It’s not divine intervention. There’s a reason your relationships aren’t working, and Toji’s all to blame.
He gets to your breasts and his hand reaches behind to unclasp your bra, and once he slides it off, his mouth wraps around your nipple. He doesn’t focus too much on it, kissing between your breasts to then wrap around the other tit. His fingers pinch your other nipple, and you bite down your lip and you throw your head back.
He grabs your throat and his lips land on yours again. There’s so much of you to kiss but he only has a pair of lips. When he pulls away again, he pushes you onto the bed. You’re both foolishly trying to get your pants off, looking like a pair of idiots that have never taken pants off before. Once he takes off, he doesn’t waste a second before getting on the floor and spreading your legs apart.
He licks his lips as he stares at your panties. He kisses the fabric, mouth watering at the mere thought that he’s making contact with your pussy. He’s so close yet so far. He takes in your scent, nearly driving himself insane.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he mutters before pushing your panties to the side. He begins by kissing your cunt then licking up your folds. His tongue focuses on your clit, making a breathy moan leave your lips.
Two fingers begin to tease your entrance. You’re looking down at his hair while he eats you out. Your fingers run through his hair, and you grip when he finally inserts his thick fingers inside of you. You gasp, feeling how he curves his fingers inside of you, hitting every right spot.
You’re moaning his name, eyes shutting as he makes you feel so good. It’s as if he touches your body every night– Maybe he’s right. Maybe no one will ever make you feel as good as he does. The pads of his fingers press against your sweet spot, and it causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
“Shit– It’s so good,” you moan. His free hand goes up to your thigh and his nails dig into your skin as you moan his name over and over again. Your climax begins to build up and you begin to get louder. It’s like the sweetest melody grace his ears as you moan his name over and over again.
He sucks on your clit, and as he hears how you get louder and he detaches himself from your cunt. He looks up at you, watching you succumb to pleasure. His thumb plays with your clit while he says, “Your pussy tastes so fucking good, baby. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”
“Hmmm… Toji…” He watches your chest as your breathing gets heavy.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” His eyes are glued to your face, watching every single one of your expressions. God, he’s so focused that he nearly misses your orgasm– But he’s so thankful he doesn’t as liquid gushes out of you. His eyes light up and a smirk comes to his face. It’s been a while.
He finally gets up from the floor, his hand going to your face, squishing your cheeks before his lips meet yours again in a messy kiss. When he pulls away, he orders you to, “Open your fucking mouth.”
You do as he says and stick your tongue out once again. He brings his lips together and he spits in your mouth, and you’re completely grossed out but when you think about how his dick has been in your mouth and you’ve swallowed his cum, it doesn’t seem so bad. You swallow his spit and stick your tongue to show it off to him. He squeezes your face and then says, “Oh, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He’ll do anything just to give you that subconscious message that you’re his and only his. Though he doubts it’ll be hard to forget after tonight.
“I need to fuck your pussy so bad, baby,” he says as he takes off his shirt and unbuttons his pants. Thick fingers run through your slick folds, while he frees his cock with his free hand. He pumps his cock a couple of times as he tells you, “Bring your knees up to your chest.”
“Huh?” You frown, confused about the position… Why the hell would Toji want to put you in a mating press? Regardless, you do as he orders, bringing your legs up. If you were really thinking straight, you’d tell Toji to grab a condom.
Toji spits on your pussy before running his tip through your folds and sliding right in. He throws his head back, moaning your name the moment he feels you wrap around his cock.
“Your pussy is so perfect,” he says, bottoming out and giving you a moment to get adjusted to his thick cock. He rolls his hips, giving slow and gentle thrusts, knowing that you’re a little sensitive after he just ate you out.
“Fuck, Toji.” You bite your tongue, feeling as his hand goes down to play with your sensitive clit. His cock hits every right spot, turning you into putty.
“Shit, baby, I need to knock you up,” he mutters as thrusts get harsher, gaining a purpose. You hear the words loud and clear, and they hold meaning– Yet they don’t stop you. You almost yell out yes, solely focusing on how he fucks you. “Need to make you mine again, baby. Need to knock you up.”
“Shit.” You actually gain arousal from what he says. The idea of Toji getting you pregnant again turns you on. You’re clenching around him, as he continues to speak about knocking you up.
“Will you let me breed you, baby? I promise to be so good to you.” Though he speaks under his breath, you hear him loud and clear. You try not to answer, sex clouding your mind and taking the better part of your judgement. And he won’t stop until he gets an answer.
“I want to make you mine again. Need to knock up your sweet little pussy.” Toji’s working you up to your second orgasm as his own release approaches.
You’re moaning his name over and over again, until you finally reach your release and utter, “Fuck, knock me up, Toji!”
The words are music to his ears, and as he chases his own release, he tells you how he’ll knock you up and make you have his baby again. Until he finally releases inside of you, emptying his seed within you.
You come down from the high, and you notice that smug smirk on his face as he pulls out of you. He’s elated, after all, co-parenting has brought you closer.
“Toji–” you begin, though your phone rings, and cuts you off. Toji’s eyes widen, and he quickly offers to get it for you, but before you can accept, he puts his pants on and rushes to the living to get it for you.
It’s the man that brought you closer– Someone who Toji told specifically not to reach out to you again. The man simply doesn’t know what’s good for him. What an ignorant fool.
Toji picks up smugly. There’s nothing to fear. After all, you’re all his.
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Summary: Your ex-husband loves to meddle in areas where he isn't supposed to be involved in.
Warnings: MDNI! Smut, Manipulation, Yandere Undertones, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Spitting, Breeding Kink, Creampie
Co-parenting, that’s all this thing is supposed to be. When you and Toji decided to separate, you agreed to remain cordial. You were going to remain in each other’s lives whether you liked it or not. Being cordial was the only option in your eyes, but you must say that it’s hard sometimes, especially with Toji. He doesn’t make it any easier.
It’s clear that he’s jealous. Every time he’s made aware that you’re seeing someone, Toji seethes with jealousy. It’s hard not to notice the change in attitude whenever you bring a possible boyfriend around, Toji becomes a total jackass. And after the first introduction, they all magically disappear from your life.
Toji claims it isn’t his doing, but you’re sure that it is. The snide remarks and weird attitude certainly push them away– You once caught the man threatening to beat the living life out of one of your boyfriends. He’s doing something to drive them away. You aren’t sure if it’s the same tactic each time, but he’s doing something.
“That’s weird,” you comment, brows furrowing as you check your phone. You’re doing it in front of Toji on purpose. He sits comfortably on your couch, watching as you walk over and sit down beside him.
“What’s weird?” he asks, eyes glued to the television, refusing to look anywhere else. Though Megumi has fallen asleep, he makes himself comfortable in your home.
“The guy I was talking to blocked me,” you share, and you watch his eyes light up as they look at you. Though he doesn’t look shocked, even when he furrows his brows to pretend like he’s confused.
“Guess it wasn’t meant to be.” He ends up shrugging, making you click your tongue. You put your phone down, crossing your arms and biting your tongue so you don’t start cursing Toji out.
“Toji,” you say, making him hum in response, raising his brows. “What did you do this time?”
“I didn’t do anything.” He puts his hands up defensively, making you roll your eyes. He’s lying through his teeth, that isn’t hard to see.
“You always do this, Toji. I’m sick of it.” You slightly raise your voice, being mindful that your son is asleep. There’s that taunting smirk on his face that nearly makes you see red, but luckily, you stay composed.
“Do what, honey? I haven’t done a thing,” he claims, and you try to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. This is what he does– Whenever he’s in the wrong he acts completely oblivious, nearly driving you insane. This wasn’t supposed to be your issue anymore considering you’re just co-parenting.
“Toji.” You can only utter his name, trying your best to remain composed.
“I don’t even know his name, how the hell am I supposed to know why this guy blocked you?” he says, and you frown. You chew on the inside of your cheek, wondering how the hell Toji would know. Maybe you’re just in your head about it. You want someone to blame and your ex-husband just happens to be the perfect person.
Ultimately, you sigh. You mutter, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, dear.” You barely notice how he’s moving closer to you, invading your personal space. Before you know it, his hand goes under your chin, tilting your head up. He forces you to make eye contact though you avert your gaze. “You know you can always rant to me about it.”
“I’m just tired of dating,” you confess, and you watch a mocking pout come to his face.
“You know he’s a big loser, I’d do anything to be with you again.” He says the right words to butter you up, and you’re foolishly listening. Usually, you ignore what Toji has to say, but you’re tired. “You’re the perfect woman, what kind of idiot would let you go?”
“You,” you answer, earning a laugh from him. He can get the facts straight, or he can appease you and perhaps get lucky tonight. That’s what he’s been working for, right? Being right isn’t going to get him anywhere.
“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” You practically feel his breath on your face, his lips inching closer. Your breath gets caught up in your chest, and you give him a slight nod. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”
You should move back and put your distance. You’re easily falling into his trap, you know it. You’re not an idiot– Well maybe a little bit. Enough to wrap around his finger without any true effort.
“Hmm… How could you possibly do that?” You bite down your lips, eyes glancing into his lustful gaze.
“You know no one’s ever going to make you feel as good as I do,” he answers, and you nearly melt. The room gets hot, and you can barely breathe. You’re not crossing that line. You’ll let him do the dirty work.
“I don’t buy it,” you tease, fighting back a smirk. He laughs. He knows better than anyone that he’s right. He’s cocky, but rightfully so.
“I doubt you’ve forgotten,” he mutters before his lips lock on yours. Pulling away doesn’t even cross your mind, quickly intoxicated with his kiss. He starts off soft and gentle, quickly becoming more intense as the temperature rises.
Sneaky hands go down your waist, going under your shirt and tracing your skin. Your hand goes to the back of his head, pulling him closer. He pulls away, kissing your jaw before lips go to your ear, “Let’s go to your bedroom.”
You know that this is the perfect opportunity to back out and pretend as if nothing has happened. Except, you want this. Your body is burning for Toji, and you need to feel his skin on yours. You don’t think twice about it.
You stand up, grab his hand and go back to your bedroom without even thinking of the possible consequences. You lock the door behind you, and his lips crash on yours again. He’s sloppy, rushed. If he doesn’t seize the opportunity now, he might never get another chance.
He pulls away, trying to get your shirt off you, desperately needing to see every inch of your body. You share the same desperation, becoming clumsy with how bad you want to take off your shirt. Once it’s on the ground, his lips go to your neck, kissing and leaving marks on your body. Toji wants to send a clear message.
It’s not divine intervention. There’s a reason your relationships aren’t working, and Toji’s all to blame.
He gets to your breasts and his hand reaches behind to unclasp your bra, and once he slides it off, his mouth wraps around your nipple. He doesn’t focus too much on it, kissing between your breasts to then wrap around the other tit. His fingers pinch your other nipple, and you bite down your lip and you throw your head back.
He grabs your throat and his lips land on yours again. There’s so much of you to kiss but he only has a pair of lips. When he pulls away again, he pushes you onto the bed. You’re both foolishly trying to get your pants off, looking like a pair of idiots that have never taken pants off before. Once he takes off, he doesn’t waste a second before getting on the floor and spreading your legs apart.
He licks his lips as he stares at your panties. He kisses the fabric, mouth watering at the mere thought that he’s making contact with your pussy. He’s so close yet so far. He takes in your scent, nearly driving himself insane.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he mutters before pushing your panties to the side. He begins by kissing your cunt then licking up your folds. His tongue focuses on your clit, making a breathy moan leave your lips.
Two fingers begin to tease your entrance. You’re looking down at his hair while he eats you out. Your fingers run through his hair, and you grip when he finally inserts his thick fingers inside of you. You gasp, feeling how he curves his fingers inside of you, hitting every right spot.
You’re moaning his name, eyes shutting as he makes you feel so good. It’s as if he touches your body every night– Maybe he’s right. Maybe no one will ever make you feel as good as he does. The pads of his fingers press against your sweet spot, and it causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
“Shit– It’s so good,” you moan. His free hand goes up to your thigh and his nails dig into your skin as you moan his name over and over again. Your climax begins to build up and you begin to get louder. It’s like the sweetest melody grace his ears as you moan his name over and over again.
He sucks on your clit, and as he hears how you get louder and he detaches himself from your cunt. He looks up at you, watching you succumb to pleasure. His thumb plays with your clit while he says, “Your pussy tastes so fucking good, baby. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”
“Hmmm… Toji…” He watches your chest as your breathing gets heavy.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” His eyes are glued to your face, watching every single one of your expressions. God, he’s so focused that he nearly misses your orgasm– But he’s so thankful he doesn’t as liquid gushes out of you. His eyes light up and a smirk comes to his face. It’s been a while.
He finally gets up from the floor, his hand going to your face, squishing your cheeks before his lips meet yours again in a messy kiss. When he pulls away, he orders you to, “Open your fucking mouth.”
You do as he says and stick your tongue out once again. He brings his lips together and he spits in your mouth, and you’re completely grossed out but when you think about how his dick has been in your mouth and you’ve swallowed his cum, it doesn’t seem so bad. You swallow his spit and stick your tongue to show it off to him. He squeezes your face and then says, “Oh, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He’ll do anything just to give you that subconscious message that you’re his and only his. Though he doubts it’ll be hard to forget after tonight.
“I need to fuck your pussy so bad, baby,” he says as he takes off his shirt and unbuttons his pants. Thick fingers run through your slick folds, while he frees his cock with his free hand. He pumps his cock a couple of times as he tells you, “Bring your knees up to your chest.”
“Huh?” You frown, confused about the position… Why the hell would Toji want to put you in a mating press? Regardless, you do as he orders, bringing your legs up. If you were really thinking straight, you’d tell Toji to grab a condom.
Toji spits on your pussy before running his tip through your folds and sliding right in. He throws his head back, moaning your name the moment he feels you wrap around his cock.
“Your pussy is so perfect,” he says, bottoming out and giving you a moment to get adjusted to his thick cock. He rolls his hips, giving slow and gentle thrusts, knowing that you’re a little sensitive after he just ate you out.
“Fuck, Toji.” You bite your tongue, feeling as his hand goes down to play with your sensitive clit. His cock hits every right spot, turning you into putty.
“Shit, baby, I need to knock you up,” he mutters as thrusts get harsher, gaining a purpose. You hear the words loud and clear, and they hold meaning– Yet they don’t stop you. You almost yell out yes, solely focusing on how he fucks you. “Need to make you mine again, baby. Need to knock you up.”
“Shit.” You actually gain arousal from what he says. The idea of Toji getting you pregnant again turns you on. You’re clenching around him, as he continues to speak about knocking you up.
“Will you let me breed you, baby? I promise to be so good to you.” Though he speaks under his breath, you hear him loud and clear. You try not to answer, sex clouding your mind and taking the better part of your judgement. And he won’t stop until he gets an answer.
“I want to make you mine again. Need to knock up your sweet little pussy.” Toji’s working you up to your second orgasm as his own release approaches.
You’re moaning his name over and over again, until you finally reach your release and utter, “Fuck, knock me up, Toji!”
The words are music to his ears, and as he chases his own release, he tells you how he’ll knock you up and make you have his baby again. Until he finally releases inside of you, emptying his seed within you.
You come down from the high, and you notice that smug smirk on his face as he pulls out of you. He’s elated, after all, co-parenting has brought you closer.
“Toji–” you begin, though your phone rings, and cuts you off. Toji’s eyes widen, and he quickly offers to get it for you, but before you can accept, he puts his pants on and rushes to the living to get it for you.
It’s the man that brought you closer– Someone who Toji told specifically not to reach out to you again. The man simply doesn’t know what’s good for him. What an ignorant fool.
Toji picks up smugly. There’s nothing to fear. After all, you’re all his.
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