after a night out, your ex boyfriend toji breaks no-contact with you. his intentions are to get you back, even if that means encouraging you to cheat on your new boyfriend...
18+ MDNI, wc: 1.9k, angst to smut, cheating, dirty talk, p talk, oral (f. receiving), reader might be ooc for you because she is in fact cheating, toxic relationships, hickeys, pet names
you plop yourself down on the couch, kicking off your shoes with a sigh. "finally," you huff, "my feet were killing me."
shoko, your roommate, joins you on your shared couch, immediately resting her legs in your lap. she smiles at you as she settles into her spot on the couch. the two of you rest in comfortable silence for a moment, until—
"you and gojo still arguing?" she asks bluntly. you roll your eyes as a response, not bothering to answer with words.
she groans. "of course you are. i told you already, you're wasting your time with him."
you shake your head. "i'm well aware of how you feel about our relationship, shoko."
she raises her hands in a surrendering gesture. "i just meant you can do better, that's all." you let out a self deprecating chuckle, "i sure know how to pick 'em, huh? first toji, now gojo..."
shoko lets out a heartier laugh than you assume she meant to. "you said it, not me."
you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. you scoff, certain it was just gojo texting you his version of an apology that was usually followed by him asking if you can come over.
you decide to ignore your phone, instead turning your focus to shoko, who was busy fishing for the pack of cigarettes in her pocket.
"you want one?" she asks, taking two from the pack. you shake your head 'no' with a soft smile.
"more for me then," she shrugs with a giggle, standing up from the couch and making her way outside to the balcony.
you sit by yourself, completely lost in thought. you and gojo have only been together for three months, and it's been far from perfect. however, the petty arguments you have with gojo are nothing compared to the ones you had with your ex boyfriend, toji.
you met toji in college. he was a sophomore, you were a freshman. you and toji dated for a year and a half. it was on-again-off-again, toxic, yet thrilling at the same time. the two of you were too similar in all the wrong ways. it ended five months ago in an explosive fight (like always) and you have been no-contact with him ever since.
so what if gojo was your rebound? you weren't ready to admit to yourself he wasn't going to be here for the long haul, and you were okay with that.
another vibration in your pocket pulls you out of your thoughts. annoyed, you check your phone, expecting a text from your current boyfriend.
to your surprise, it was a message from your ex boyfriend. your heart skips a beat as you read the message.
toji: you looked good tonight.
when did he see you?! you didn't see him, and you certainly weren't trying to.
your breathing speeds up as you stare blankly at the screen. you shouldn't answer, you know you shouldn't. you hadn't even answered your current boyfriend's text, so you had absolutely no business answering your ex's text. yet—
you: ?? when did you see me?
you shake your head at yourself, tossing your phone onto the cushion next to you. immediately, your phone vibrates again.
toji: at the bar, gorgeous
a subtle smile creeps onto your face at his compliment, yet you roll your eyes.
you: why are you texting me?
you know you should probably stop answering. you should probably block his number and forget this ever happened. you should probably forget the heat that's pathetically pooling between your legs from just his compliment.
another vibration disturbs your thoughts.
toji: you still with that white haired fucker?
you scoff, fingers typing at a furious pace.
you: not gonna answer my question?
you get an immediate reply.
toji: not gonna answer mine?
well fuck. he got you there.
you: yea we're still together. why?
you watch as toji's typing bubble disappears and reappears again.
toji: didn't look like it
you're straight up annoyed now. you stand up from the couch, deciding maybe a cigarette with shoko doesn't sound too bad. just before you step outside onto the balcony, you get another text.
toji: you don't look at him the same way you look at me.
you're heart sinks. deep down, you know he's right. but you didn't have the energy to admit that to yourself yet, so a cigarette will have to do for now.
shoko smiles at you as you join her outside, the two of you standing resting your arms on the balcony railing. she hands you a cigarette without saying anything. you sigh, taking it from her and holding it up to your mouth.
she hums sweetly as she lights it for you. you take a long drag of your cigarette and exhale through your nose.
"toji texted me," you say, intentionally not meeting her eyes. she sighs in response. "and you answered."
you chuckle as you take another puff of your cigarette. "yup. shouldn't have," you mumble, obviously frustrated.
shoko flirtatiously brushes your arm with hers. "you can save yourself all this trouble by just being with me, you know..."
you offer her a genuine laugh before taking a deep drag of the cigarette. "i'll keep that offer in mind," you giggle, returning her flirty gesture of brushing your arm against hers.
she gives you a slight nod as she takes a final puff of her cigarette. "i'm calling it a night. don't do anything too stupid..." she says, trailing off with a wink. you roll your eyes, "i won't!"
she playfully scoffs at you before making her way inside, leaving just you, your cigarette, and your thoughts...and your unanswered texts. you reluctantly take out your phone, once again going against your better judgement.
you: what do you gain out of texting me this toji
you feel tears prick your eyes. you hated the hold he still had over you. it was still so addictive, even all these months later, he still has the same effect on you.
it doesn't take him long to respond. you take a final drag of your cigarette before putting it out and checking his text.
toji: do you want me to gain something out of this?
he still knew just how to piss you off. you groan in frustration.
you: stop answering my questions with questions
toji: whatever you say, beautiful
you: stop calling me pet names
toji: why? cause it still turns you on all these months later?
toji: i'm gonna take that as a yes and an invitation. omw
toji: too late princess, i'm already omw
you can practically feel his smirk through the screen, and you were ashamed to admit it left you squeezing your thighs together. the cool breeze on your face snaps you out of whatever pathetic toji-trance you were in.
as you step inside, the weight of what was happening began to sink in. your mind flickers back to gojo, and you flinch as you remember toji's text—'you don't look at him the same way you look at me.' i
t didn't help that you and gojo had been having a dry spell recently. you scoff at the realization that you're trying to justify your own actions. and the worst part was...
you knew what you were about to do was gonna be much worse than just a little text.
you pace back in forth in the living room as you wait for toji, your thoughts racing.
as soon as you hear that familiar knock on your door, your heart drops in both guilt and excitement.
you weren't sure if you were fully ready to see him again. he was your first true heartbreak, and you haven't been able to fully get over him, especially considering how you jumped into a relationship with gojo too soon after the breakup.
and yet here you are, opening the door to that deliciously familiar smirk.
"good to see you again, gorgeous. mind if i come in?" he asks, smirk widening into a smile as he realizes he has the exact same effect on you that he's always had.
you don't say anything, only motioning for him to come in. he lets out a low chuckle as he stalks into your apartment, as if he was right at home.
you let out a comical gulp as you close and lock the door behind him. you turn to face him and offer him a small smile, "you want something to drink?"
instead of answering with lousy words, toji takes a step closer to you, his lips hungrily meeting yours as if he's been starving for months, and in a way, he has been.
a wave of guilt immediately washes over you as you realize you wanted this to happen just as badly as he did. you don't even try to break the kiss as he guides you backwards into the kitchen.
he effortlessly places you on the kitchen counter, kissing you from your mouth to you neck, then trailing kisses down your body...making his way lower and lower until he's kneeling between your thighs.
in one swift motion, he rips your pants and underwear down, letting it rest on your ankles. he begins leaving small marks on your inner thighs, biting and sucking, intentionally leaving marks, perhaps in the hopes that someone else would see them.
he was claiming what was his—what never stopped being his.
in the heat of the moment, you couldn't be bothered to care he was leaving marks all up and down your thighs. you were too focused on the lack of attention your poor swollen clit was getting.
as if he read your mind, toji begins leaving sloppy kisses on your clit, lightly sucking, sending shivers up and down your spine.
"fuck t-toji-" you say through strangled moans. your hips subconsciously grind against his face as you encouragingly pull fistfuls of his hair.
he groans into your cunt, the vibrations of his voice guiding you closer and closer to your first orgasm of the night.
"you still taste just as good as i remember, sweetheart," he mumbles, face still buried into your sweet pussy, lapping up everything you have to offer like his life depends on it.
he changes his pace from soft licks that start at you clit and end with his tongue slowly plunging deep in you into him fucking you fervently with his tongue.
"you missed me, didn't you?" he hums, and you realize he's not talking to you. "listen to her, baby. that new little boyfriend of yours not taking care of you?"
a loud moan escapes your throat, which toji takes as triumphant confirmation. he thumbs your sensitive bud as he relentlessly curls his tongue up into you. his tongue sweeps that sweet spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.
you feel your orgasm sneaking up on you at an embarrassingly fast pace. your moans become more desperate as you approach your peak.
toji is completely pussy drunk, groaning into your leaking cunt with every pulse of your orgasm. waves of pleasure wash over you as you grind against his face.
toji holds eye contact with you, planting sweet kisses on your clit then standing back up. he lets out a low chuckle before picking you up off the kitchen counter, walking towards your bedroom.
"i'm not done with you yet."
a/n: had to repost bc tumblr took it down for some reason....💔 but anyways this is me procrastinating writing busy woman again oops... nonetheless i hope you enjoyed!!!
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