. 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝙱𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚢!𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚛!𝚃𝚘𝚓𝚒.➪Part two!
. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 , F!ngering, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚓𝚒 , 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 ,𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 , 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚜, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚌) , 𝚌𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚟 (𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗), 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚖, 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚓𝚒, 𝚝𝚘𝚓𝚒’𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑!
⚠︎︎: Read part one! (Not necessary) + time skip.
After a very eventful almost two weeks, you’ve started coming to Toji’s apartment more often it felt like a second home. And in turn you’ve gotten even closer to both Toji and Megumi. You and Toji’s relationship only grew from there. Constantly finding any reason to “hang out” then you’d make out, he’d eat your pussy and Toji had no problem with it not being reciprocated, better yet he enjoys just eating you out just to hear the sounds that leave your mouth, the whimpers, the moans he’s here for all of it.
He’d eat you out for days if you allowed it. He couldn’t get enough, some days he’d go on for hours pulling orgasms out of you until you passed out.
But this week you’d started to feel bad, because you couldn’t give him the same in return. Truth be told, you’d seen the print of him quite a few times now—and you were terrified. You’d never had anything that big inside you, and you were scared he’d break you. If his tongue alone is enough to make you pass out, his dick might as well put you in a coma.
But right now? You feel more than ready. He’s practically prepped you perfectly for this. So you’re going to ask him today.
Soft little lips press to your cheek, pulling you straight out of your racing thoughts. Your face lights up instantly. There’s Megumi, standing right beside you with a big, proud grin on his face. You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor, a half-eaten bowl of yogurt resting beside you. You reach out to pinch his soft, chubby cheeks, then lift him up easily to settle him right on your lap. You press kiss after kiss to his round little cheeks, and he giggles, squirming happily against you.
“I don’t remember getting any kisses today,” Toji interrupts. You stop your little kiss attack on Megumi and look up to see him hovering over you both—shirtless, his shirt slung over one shoulder, wearing low-slung sweatpants. You can’t help but stare up at his toned body. He looks so good.
You feel the shift in Megumi’s mood instantly. His bright smile falls into a grumpy pout, and he crosses his arms over his chest. You’re not sure exactly what happened, but ever since you got here this morning, Megumi’s been annoyed and angry with his dad, refusing to speak a word to him. “Maybe that’s because your son doesn’t like you very much right now,” you say, pulling Megumi a little closer—almost like you’re shielding him from his own father.
“Wasn’t talkin’ about the little brat,” he mutters, clearly still frustrated with his son too.
“Don’t call him that,” you scowl, and Toji just rolls his eyes.
“And put your shirt on,” you add. He does it in one quick, fluid motion.
Hmpf. Megumi huffs loud, making it very obvious how much he dislikes his dad right now. “It’s not fair. Daddy always wants your attention.” His lips push out in a wobbly pout, eyes glistening like he’s about to cry, his breathing getting a little heavier, nose and cheeks turning pink. “And he’s mean to me.”
Your heart aches at the sight. Toji feels the need to defend himself. “He wanted to watch a cartoon yesterday and it was late at night,” he sighs, clearly frustrated. “Way past his bedtime.”
Well… when he puts it like that…
But you have to stay loyal to Megumi and stand up for him no matter what. “You could’ve said it nicer.”
“How d’you know I didn’t?” he shoots back, and you can tell he’s being serious right now.
You glare at him, and he finally seems to get your point. “Fine. I could’ve been nicer,” he rolls his eyes, looking away grumpily. “I guess,” he mumbles under his breath. A man baby.
“Alright! Now that we’ve settled that—all you have to do is apologize, and you’ll get a kiss from me and Megumi,” you say cheerfully, grinning right at Toji.
Toji catches a tiny smile tugging at Megumi’s lips. The little guy is clearly loving every second of this.
He lets out a dramatic sigh, holding his hands up in surrender before kneeling down to be eye-level with Megumi, still pretending to be thoroughly annoyed. “Sorry I was “mean”.” he says, gruff but clear.
Megumi’s whole face lights up instantly. He doesn’t seem to note the sarcasm.He holds his hands out for his dad to pick him him up and Toji blinks for a second before picking him up from your lap. Megumi instantly latches on to his dad’s neck. “Don’t think I’m doing this again,” he adds, though there’s no real bite to it.
Megumi presses a big, messy kiss to his dad’s cheek, and the scarred corner of Toji’s mouth tugs into a small smile. Then he glances over at you, that faint, rare smile still playing on his lips. You lean up to kiss his other cheek—his skin is warm, and you swear you catch the tips of his ears turning just the tiniest shade of pink. At the sight, you cup his face and press soft little pecks all over: his nose, his cheeks, his forehead, over and over—until your lips settle back on his soft pink mouth, and you press one slow, lingering kiss there.
He shifts Megumi comfortably against his side, then uses his free hand to pull you gently up to your feet, keeping you tucked close to his chest for a quiet moment. “You two are way too much trouble,” he rumbles with that soft, gruff edge, but the smile in his voice is impossible to miss. Then he leans down just enough, voice dropping low only for you to hear: “But you keep kissin’ me like that… and we’re definitely gonna have a problem.”
You help get Megumi ready, leading him off to the bathroom to get him washed up. You dry him off, tuck him into his soft pajamas, and carry him to his little bed. You pull his blanket up to his chin, brush his hair back, and press a soft kiss to his forehead. “Sleep tight, sweet boy,” you whisper, and he mumbles a sleepy “night night” before his eyes flutter shut.
You stand up and turn around to find Toji leaning in the doorway, watching you with that quiet, heavy look of his. “Thank you,” he says, rough and soft all at once. “For… everything. Lookin’ out for him. Being here.”
You smile softly and start to step past him to head for the door—but you glance back, and your heart tugs tight. He looks so still, so quiet, his shoulders slumped just a little, like he’s holding himself back from reaching out.
You stop right there, turning fully to face him. You step close, resting both hands gently on his chest, tilting your head up to look right at him.
“Do you want me to stay?” you ask softly.
“If you want,” he says, looking away like he’s scared to hope too much.
“If you can’t tell me straight up, I’m leaving,” you warn. To drive your point home, you turn as if to walk out. Toji immediately snaps forward, wrapping his hand firm but gentle around your wrist to stop you. “I want you to stay… please.”
You light up instantly at that quiet, almost shy please falling from his lips. You close Megumi’s door softly, then lace your fingers through Toji’s and lead him down the hall to his room. You tug him inside, and before he can even fully register what’s happening, you push him back against the door and crash your lips right against his.
He’s caught so off guard he freezes for a heartbeat—then he’s surging right back. One big hand cups your jaw, fingers tangling tight in the hair at the nape of your neck, tilting your head back so he can deepen the kiss completely.
This felt like the right moment so you weren’t going to wait any longer to get his dick inside you.
The kiss is not soft—it’s hungry, messy, desperate. His lips move against yours like he’s been starved for this, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to taste every inch of you, groaning low and rough when you moan right into him. He walks you backward without breaking the kiss until your back hits the mattress, his heavy body settling right between your legs, pressing you deep into the sheets.
His hands are everywhere at once—gripping your hips hard enough to leave faint marks, sliding up under your shirt to palm at your skin, like he can’t get close enough. He pulls his mouth away only to trail open-mouthed kisses down your throat, biting soft and sucking marks right where everyone could see, making you arch and whimper his name loud and breathless.
“Fuck—been thinkin’ about this all damn day,” he grunts against your skin, his voice dark and thick with need. “Thinkin’ about you… this sweet little body… all for me.” He grinds his hips slow and heavy against yours, and you can feel exactly how much he wants you—hard and hot right through both your clothes, making you gasp and claw at his shoulders.
He yanks your shirt over your head in one quick motion, his mouth immediately latching onto your breast, sucking and nipping while he kneads the other with his palm, pressing soft and firm until you’re shaking beneath him, your hips rolling up to meet his like you can’t get enough either. “You have no idea,” he murmurs, kissing his way down your stomach. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts first, pulling them down and tossing them aside before reaching for your panties, “how badly I need you.”
Before he can move any lower, you stop him. “Toji.”
He freezes instantly, lifting his head to look up at you from where he is. “Yes, baby?” he whispers, worry washing over his face—afraid he’d done something wrong.
“Let’s fuck.” You say it just like that—deadpan. The way you say it is so casual he almost thinks you’re joking, until he sees how completely serious you are. “Oh… for real?”
“Mmhm. For real.” You nod.
“Use your words,” he warns, his voice low.
He nods. His hands move back to pull your underwear down, but he stops abruptly. “You’re so fuckin’ wet,” he says, his voice low, admiring the dark damp patch spreading across your grey panties. Then he dips his head and presses a kiss right over your clit through the fabric—your body jolts upward, hips chasing the warmth of his mouth against you. He licks slowly over the material again and again; the soft friction mixed with his tongue has you dissolving into moans. Your hand flies up to cover your mouth, trying to muffle every filthy sound spilling from your lips.
The moment you do, you feel a shift in Toji’s mood. He doesn’t stop, just keeps working you through the fabric—your panties are soaked through now, heavy with your arousal and his saliva.
“Stop that,” his voice comes muffled, pressed tight against you.
You don’t catch it the first time. So he pinches the soft inside of your thigh, sharp enough to make you yelp. “Ow!”
“Stop covering your mouth. wanna hear every sound y’ make.” He never pulls away, his words still thick and muffled against your pussy—but you hear him loud and clear. You nod slowly, letting your hand fall away from your lips.
He pulls back for a moment, and you instantly mourn the loss of his warm mouth. He hooks two fingers into your panties and tugs them aside, baring you completely to him—then dives right back in. This time there’s no fabric between you, every stroke of his tongue sharp and clear against your sensitive skin. He eats you out like a man starved, slipping his tongue inside you and curling it just right, drawing a loud moan straight from your throat. You try to muffle the sound, thinking of your neighbors and poor Megumi asleep down the hall—but he won’t let you hold back.
“Let me hear you,” he murmurs low against your skin, picking up his pace. “So pretty when you make those noises for me.”
He pulls back just enough to spit on your clit, watching it glisten and drip down your folds. He drags two thick fingers through the wetness, spreading it slow before pushing them deep inside you—making you whimper and arch off the sheets. “That’s it… take it so well for me,” he rumbles, working his fingers slow and steady.
Your head falls back onto the pillow, your legs trying to snap shut—but he holds them firm, prying them wide open so he can watch every movement. Your walls squeeze tight around his fingers, clinging to him. “Look at you… so tight, so wet… perfect,” he praises, his voice rough and warm. “Wasn’t sure how you’d take me… but you’re already doing so good, baby.”
His fingers move in and out at a faster, steady pace. Filthy wet sounds fill the quiet room, tangled with your endless moans. When it becomes too overwhelming, you reach to wrap your hand around his wrist, half-trying to pull him away. You moan broken sounds, curse, and cry his name. “I’m gonna— fuck—” You don’t even get to finish before you’re cumming hard around his fingers. “Good girl,” Toji rasps, his eyes fixed on your release. This was always his favorite part—watching it spill out of you, thick and creamy, so much of it coating his hand.
Before you can even catch your breath through the crashing waves of pleasure, his mouth latches right back onto your sore, sensitive clit. You gasp at the sharp shock, which melts instantly into another long, shaky moan. He licks up every drop of the mess he made, sucks his fingers clean with a quiet hum of satisfaction, then dives back in to taste every last bit from your puffy, throbbing clit. “Tastes so fuckin’ good,” he hums low against you, the soft vibration sending another shiver straight through your bones.
He only pulls back when you start squirming, overly sensitive and breathless. He sits back on his heels for a moment to strip off the rest of his clothes, tossing them aside—leaving all that broad,solid skin fully exposed to you. Then he kisses his slow way back up your body—from your trembling hips, over your stomach, up between your breasts, until he’s hovering right over your face. He leans down to press his lips to yours, slow and deep, letting you taste every bit of yourself on his tongue. It’s warm and messy.
He props most of his weight on one strong arm beside your head, his other big, calloused hand brushing damp strands of hair gently off your forehead, his knuckles grazing your cheek soft as anything. His dark eyes are blown wide, fixed right on yours.
“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, warm against your skin. He presses another soft kiss to your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then back to your lips for a slow, lingering moment. “So good for me. Gonna take care of you now.”
He stays there for a quiet beat, letting you catch your breath, his thumb brushing slow back and forth over your cheekbone, before he shifts. “Are you ready?”
You nod, squeezing your eyes shut tight—equal parts eager and nervous. You feel him line the thick head of himself against you, nudging it slowly a few times before pushing the tip past your entrance. The feeling is indescribable: just so full, so thick, every ridge dragging slow against your walls. You cling tight to his neck instantly, burying your face into his shoulder. You’re desperate to bite down to ground yourself, but you hate the thought of hurting him.
“Bite me,” he rumbles, voice rough—he’s clearly feeling how tight you are too.
“I can’t… it’ll hurt, and it might scar—”
“Just do it, baby,” he huffs a quiet, amused laugh.
You sink your teeth gently into the hard muscle of his shoulder, and he doesn’t even flinch. He takes that as your sign, pushing in another slow, steady inch before pausing completely to let you adjust. “There… breathe for me, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “You’re takin’ it so good. So tight for me… almost all the way.”
He’s lying, you think to yourself softly, he’s definitely not almost there—he’s just saying that to make it easier for you. You wrap your legs tight around his waist, pulling him just a little closer.
He stays perfectly still until your grip loosens and you nudge your hips soft against his, letting him know you can take more. When he finally pushes fully inside, he pulls back just a little before setting a slow, deep, deliberate rhythm—every drag of him deliberate, every thrust hitting exactly where you need it most. “That’s it… such a good girl,” his voice comes thick and rough against your ear. “So perfect. Only you can take me like this.” He keeps one hand braced beside your head, the other resting firm on your hip, wiping damp strands of hair from your face every time you gasp or arch into him.
You almost cry from the sheer fullness of him inside you—but once he starts moving and you grow used to the stretch, the ache melts into something warm and overwhelming. “F-faster, Toji,” you stutter, your teeth loosening their hold on his shoulder. He obliges instantly, his thrusts growing sharper, deeper, faster.
His hands slide from your face down the length of your body, coming to rest firm over the faint, unmistakable bulge of him pressing out against your stomach. You can feel the faint smile tug at his lips as he feels it—he definitely has a soft spot for this. His thumb brushes slow, steady circles over the swell, caressing it with every deep stroke he drives into you.
Every time your walls squeeze tight around him, he lets out a low, guttural grunt right against your ear that bleeds into a broken moan. It’s the best sound you’ve ever heard—rough, unfiltered, completely his. He sounds almost breathless, like he’s barely holding back whimpers of his own. So you squeeze him on purpose, again and again, just to draw more of those sounds out; each time, he moans right into your skin, and you’re so close to falling apart just from that alone.
He presses his palm firmer against the swell of your stomach, leaning down to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss right over where he’s pressing out against you. “Feel that?” he rumbles low, voice thick and rough. “All me… filling you up so completely.” He drives one extra-deep thrust that makes the shape of him shift clearly under his hand, and groans deep in his chest. “Look at you… taking every single inch like you were made just for this.”
Then he slides one hand down between your bodies, pressing steady, firm circles right over your sensitive clit, perfectly matching the rhythm of his thrusts. “C’mon… let go for me,” he murmurs against your jaw, kissing over your skin again and again. “I wanna feel you fall apart around me. Let it happen, baby.”
Your legs lock tight around his waist, your back arching clean off the mattress, every muscle winding tight as you teeter right on the edge so close you can almost taste it.
The whole moment wraps around you completely—his weight over you, his hand pressing firm against the bulge of him inside you, the heavy slap of skin and slick wet sounds filling the quiet room, his fingers working steady over your clit while you lay melted into the sheets, nothing but moans falling from your lips. It’s all too much, and your walls clamp tight around him as you crash over the edge, cumming hard around him.
Toji slowly pulls back, right on the brink of his own release. Just as he’s about to cum over your stomach, you push up from your lying position, your panties that were still on slipping back into place and you could feel your release coating the fabric. You shift to sit up and take his throbbing, wet length into your mouth. You look up at him, eyes locked on his, urging him to let go—and he does, spilling hot and salty onto your tongue, filling your mouth completely.
You swallow every last drop, then pull back just enough to slowly lick your lips, tasting the lingering warmth of him. “So good,” you murmur, voice soft, looking right up at him. “You taste so perfect, Toji.”
He stares down at you, chest heaving, a faint, rare smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah?” he rumbles low, rough and satisfied.
But you hate the empty feeling now that he’s pulled away—you miss the weight and warmth of him inside you too much to care about anything else. “Let me cockwarm you, Toji,” you say plainly, exactly what’s on your mind.
He blinks, clearly caught off guard by how sudden you are. He’s always found it so endearing—and a little funny—how you never hold back anything you’re thinking, even if it feels like the wrong time. But this time? This feels exactly right.
“Sure,” he chuckles softly. “Lemme clean y’ up first, yeah?” He moves to grab a cloth, but you stop him dead in his tracks.
“What difference does it make? Just put it back in.”
He freezes for a second, almost lost for words at how blunt and sure you sound.
“Yeah…” he breathes out, already leaning back toward you.
Toji watches you as you lay down snug as a bug, a soft smile on your face, such an innocent look—all while his dick is still buried deep inside you. You fast asleep, like nothing out of the ordinary happened, like this is just your normal routine.
He spoons you close, his hands can’t help but rest over the faint bulge on your stomach, pulling you impossibly tight against him, his chin tucked right into the crook of your neck. You’d long since fallen asleep. He’d wanted to ask you out on a date last night, right when he thought you were about to leave.
Sex with you was amazing, but he hopes for so much more than just this. That’s why he was so determined to ask you yesterday… and then all this happened. He’ll do it the moment you wake up. Hopeful with everything in him you’ll say yes.
The birds are chirping and the sun is starting to rise—proof of just how long you’d both been at it.
He presses a long, lingering kiss to your neck, and you whimper softly in your sleep, clenching gently around him.
Yeah. He was definitely making you his girlfriend.
A|N: Thank you for all the love on part one.The likes and reblogs are crazyy. Everybody gets a kiss(っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ). I genuinely haven’t been sleeping this summer break so I stayed up to write instead of TikTok. (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`). Best decision. I was originally just going to write a cockwarming Toji fic but then I was asked for a part two so I just decided to embed it. I hope you enjoyed!!
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