Sweet And Cruel

nsfw + age gap + poor megumi </3

dilf!toji fucks you like it’s a competition, holding you down with a hand to your shoulder and the other cupped around your mouth. he fucks you like it’s the last time he’ll ever lay a hand on you, panting and groaning something you can’t quite piece together into the junction of your neck.

“—mmff fuckin’ tight.” he mumbles, biting down hard on your shoulder. the older man muffles your squeal with a groan, fucking into you a little harder.

dilf!toji pistons his cock into you with reckless abandon, hammering the bedframe against the wall so hard that you can see the spot where the paint has started to weaken.

dilf!toji can be as loud as he wants, groaning expletives into the open air while you desperately pant and moan into the safety of his pillows.

“he’s gonna hear.” you whine, scrambling to reach back and hold his hand.

“gumi knows not to bother me when i’ve got a broad over.” he whispers, maintaining his machine-like pace.

“all you gotta d— fuck—” he pulls out and begins stroking himself over your shivering back. “is make sure he doesn’t figure out his little friend from school is in my bed right? can you do that?”

can I request toji messaging his busty so who's boobs hurt because she's ovulating. my boobs always swell and I really like messaging them. ...perhaps if you would like to throw in some NSFW content cuz I'm a horny b*tch

warnings: blood play, oral (f!receiving)

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"You've been squeezing your breasts the whole night. Need some help?"

You narrow yours eyes at Toji, ignoring the butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the sight of his cocky smirk.

"I'm massaging them, dumbass." Your roll your eyes, "But yes please. I'd love to take you up on that offer."

Toji sits on the space of the couch beside you, the warmth of his body immediately pulling you towards him. You lean your body on his, getting comfortable before setting your eyes on the television.

"You may begin." You smile.

Toji scoffs at your words but cup your breasts on each of his hands anyway. His palms are calloused, huge and their movements are so fluid you begin to think he was once a masseuse.

Your thumb plays with a button of the remote, following the circular shape of the rubber. The action catches Toji's eye and he mirrors your movement. As minutes continue to tick by, you feel your body growing warmer and warmer. You're suddenly out of breath, sweat dampening your back and your nipples are as hard as ever.

You drop the remote and run a hand up Toji's muscular arm, feeling your finger tips rise and fall at every hill and dip of his arm. Your hand finds its way up his nape, still leading itself upwards to comb your fingers through his hair.

Your breath feel hot against your lips, your throat feels parched and a light throbbing sensation eases itself in between your legs causing you to squeeze your thighs together.

"Does your cunt hurt too? Need me to massage it for you, you horny bitch?" He whispers into your ear, goosebumps rising all over your body and especially on your nape.

You look up at him, hoping your eyes don't give out just how desperate you are for him but the sight of the smug expression he's wearing proves that luck isn't on your side today.

He pushes himself off the couch, kneeling on the floor in front of you. Toji's knuckles glide over the soft skin of your thighs, hooking his fingers on your underwear and shorts, yanking them off of you.

"Toji—"

"Open your legs real wide for me, darling." He grabs both your ankles and pulls them apart from each other, exposing your bloody cunt. His tongue glides over his lips, a hungry predatorial look so evident in his eyes the make your walls clench at nothing.

"So needy." He sing-songs, placing his forearms under your thighs, dragging you closer to him. He unhooks his arms from your thighs, pushing your shirt up to expose your swelling breasts.

"Wait, no—Toji it's my time of the month—" Toji ignores your words and dip his mouth onto your sex. Goosebumps tickle you skin as his tongue laps on the folds of your cunt. "No, no, that's dirty—" moans keep slipping from your lips the more he continues to devour you.

His hands busy themselves with your breasts, squeezing and massaging them, enhancing the euphoric feeling. The coil in your stomach tightens, you've never reached the summit so quickly before. Somehow your body is reacting more today.

Your thighs shake and you clench your fists at the couch cover before hitting full bliss, tipping over the edge as your orgasms wafts all over your body, your mind going blank for a moment before white dots prickle at your vision.

You heave heavily, looking down to see Toji grinning madly at you. His chin, lips and teeth covered in blood. Something about the sight drove you mad. You wrap your legs around his head, pulling his lips right back onto your cunt.

"Do that again." You breathe.

"Whatever you say, beautiful."

I just know toji would fuck the sadness out his s/o. Mana it’s just so horny like you’re crying about having a bad day while he’s balls deep inside you like “uh huh. Then what happened pretty thing?” Just stroking the sweaty stands of hair away as he admires the fat tears he loves to see spill out those big eyes and he’s just slowly thrusting in and outta you

It could also be a scare for him. Like first time you wanted to cry, he was already fucking you but it wasn’t like you to continuously push him away sobbing so he asked what was wrong and he was so glad to hear it wasn’t cuz he was hurting you or anything like “next time you wanna cry while I’m balls deep inside ya, let me know. My heart almost stopped” maybe not smt he would say but you get it. He just wants to treat his girl and fuck all those tears out like the good boyfriend he is. He can’t be having his gf be sad around him no 😤

DAMNNN ANON JUST WRITE A WHOLE STORY ALREADY 😭

like, just imagine toji helping you with letting go of all of these emotions by fucking you stupid until you can't even remember why you were crying in the first place.

I 100% agree with you, he definitely wouldn't be able to let his little girlfriend be bothered and sad around him, if fucking you senseless is a way for you to relieve some stress so be it. he'd fuck you every night deep into the mattress of your bed, saying shit like:

"let it all go for me sweetheart I'm here for you."

no because the comfort and feeling of safety he would provide you is just insane 😭

every night you would fall asleep with a smile on your face, your shitty day already long forgotten and some of his cum dripping down your thighs.

"Marty"

2025, watercolor and gouache

Marty is an education bird where I work. Unable to be released right now, Marty is used to go on trips to events to educate folks about wildlife.

hcs of drunk toji??

omg i haven’t done a hc in sooo long.

but drunk toji would be a FORCE.

for one, he’s always down to fuck you

usually toji’s rough during sex but for some reason when he’s drunk he’s more…sensual ??

you’d swear he’d taken one of those ecstasy pills from the gas station with the way he’d come back home ready to break your back in

toji could usually be between your legs for hours on end, but being drunk literally keeps him from getting lock jaw ?? he built weird idk

but expect to cum at least six times in a night if toji’s ever home drunk

if you guys are out, he’s quick to get staticky

like that man is ready to rumble ! especially bout you okayyy

you’d excuse yourself from the table to grab him a water from the bar only to come back to see your mutual friends holding toji back

“the fuck is going on?!”

“some dick was making jabbs at you when you walked away. said some nasty shit and now i wanna knock his fucking teeth in.”

you’d sigh and grab your man’s hand because you could already feel the bouncers coming over and adding onto the problem

but truth be told you only left for their safety, not toji’s. cuz that nigga will take on three bouncers (and win??) if need be

soooo much more affectionate when he’s drunk

like it’s so weird because you’re usually used to nonchalant & stoic toji (he clearly cares for u but shows it in small gestures like fixing ur car or hugging you tight at night) so his newfound affection was different

drunk toji could not stop touching you

you’d be in the kitchen preparing water and tylenol to give him and he’d be 2 seconds behind you with his hand slipping into your slut shorts (as he’d call them bc ur asscheeks hung out out them—he loved them tho)

before you did let him touch you though, you’d force him to eat two slices of bread in hopes of ‘soaking up the alcohol’ as you’d call it (it really works, idc)

toji would sit there and pout like a six year old in timeout as he’d slowly eat the fresh bread as you stared at him with crossed arms.

when you finally let him touch you, the man knows how to finger you, okay !!

like toji doesn’t even think about his own self pleasure when he’s drunk. he usually never does even sober but when he’d drunk, the only thing on his mind is eating phat ma till you’re crying over him

like his finger rotation movement so far deep in your cunt is absolutely UNMATCHED

if toji didn’t pay attention to your body and its reactions during sex when he was sober, he watched you like a MAGNIFYING GLASS when he fingered/fucked you

he loves watching your fucked out expressions

if drunk toji isn’t being sexual, he’s a lot more talkative if not both

he’d force you to cuddle with him even if its just on the couch and would mutter sweet nothings in your ear late at night

“‘m gonna take such care of you when we get married. more than i do now.”

“you’re so good to me. what i do to deserve you, mama.”

“gonna give you my babies soon. bet you’d like that.”

you’d look down to give into his promises, only to smile when you’d find him fast asleep on your chest.

imagine y/n randomly biting toji😭👹

Stop cus this would actually be so funny 😭

Cw: fluff that made me twirl my hair while writing this, use of the word daddy, love bites, kisses, the L word

♡ you'd have a habit of biting him out of affection and he actually finds it really amusing

♡ he's gotten so accustomed to it that he can tell when you're about to do it but he can't always tell where you're going to bite him

♡ sometimes the two of you will be sitting on the leather couch watching TV, youre sat in Toji's lap, resting your head against the thick of his shoulder

♡ you'd grown bored of the movie Toji had chosen, resulting in your eyes wandering the room, picking out random things to fixate on

♡ suddenly, the urge to bite came over you and within a moment you'd turned and sank your teeth into the hot of Toji's bicep in a love bite

♡ he doesnt really react and for a moment you thought you'd pissed him off before you felt a large hand smooth over the top of your head

♡ "whatcha' doin', sweetie?" His gaze is still on the TV, hand coming down to rub at the base of your neck which pulls a satisfied moan from the back of your throat before he's stroking the top of your head again

♡ lips still stuck to his skin, you tilted your head upwards a bit to look at him in which he turned to look down at you with a soft smile

♡ he brings his hand down to run the back of his knuckles over your cheek with a deep chuckle

♡ "just givin' daddy some love, huh?"

♡ your cheeks flush with warmth and suddenly you're pulling away to hide your face in the cushion behind you earning heavy laugh from the older man

♡ he'd tickle you whenever you hide yourself away, laughing at your tearful giggles before he releases his hold to pull you back into his lap

♡ "ya' know I love you, right?" He presses his lips to your temple

♡ when you nod he grunts softly, followed by a "good." And then he's pressing soft kisses up and down your cheeks

♡ he's loves it when you do it and he's just learned to tease you back about it

thinking about all the times you have teased your older boyfriend toji, by calling him an old man anytime you could.

“you can’t even aim right, old man…” your eyes fixated on the screen placed infront of you while playing one of your favorite video games, he didn’t mind since he thought you always looked cute when you looked mad but the nicknames were always popping out of nowhere.

he turns his head towards your direction and lets out a deep laugh slip, “old man, huh?” he asked, you didn’t want to look at him because you knew if you did he would give you those bedroom eyes, you knew you would fold.

runting and pounding the girth of his cock into your small cunt with all the force he could bring to himself to let you cum for the fifth time that night, the earth grounding orgasm coming quicker than usual with his lips wrapped around your breasts giving both the right amount of love— only wanting to make you feel good with every way he could— he pulls harsher on the buds of your nipples, making you overstimulate on the feeling and accidentally letting out a loud scream type moan, “shhh,wouldn’t want to wake up your neighbors with a old man like me nine inches deep into this pussy of mine, mhm?”

“..’m soorryyy! just please don’t stop, i feel so close to—” the bliss feeling of the knot in your stomach almost being set free until he pulls out and pumps his soft cock on top of your stomach, white ropes of his hot cum slipping out and leaking all over your tummy making your flinch at the warmth.

“W-what about me?” you asked, feeling empty now without his presence inside you making you clench your lips onto nothing while feeling a tear slip from your eyes. He wipes it off with his thumb, “I don’t think a girl like you deserves a cock like mine for her age, or am i mistaken little one?” He teased, cupping your face and leaning in closer to your restless body. “It was just a joke, toji!…no need to be so mean to me either.” you told in almost a whisper but he catches on.

“Too bad, go get yourself off with the toys i bought you.” He insists, making your frown deepen in more into your cheeks beofre he says, “Better yet, I want to see you play with yourself on my lap, now hurry!”

toji kisses your neck first, during backshots. you can feel his heavy breathing and growls, he always gets so drunk with the image of you on all fours, ass cheeks wide spread so he can see his thick dick going in and out of your cunt. he loves to see all of you. but he’s so mean to you!! knowing that your back is sensitive, he gives you so much kisses and caresses there:( loves it when you shake and whimper because of it.

You Deserve Roses and You Know This

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: Based on a very sad dream I had! Also this is part of @izuukii's flowers collab. Sorry it's so late, but thank you for letting me participate! 💕 Warnings: 18+, dubcon, vaginal sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), nipple play, dacryphilia, pregnancy, abortion ideation, miscarriage, depression, adultery, breeding, creampie, smoking mention. Words: 4.1k

“Is it true? Did talking to Megumi make you cry today?” Toji asks you, peeling down your bra strap before sensually decorating your exposed shoulder in delicate kisses.

He didn’t notice, but as soon as the question left his tongue you had instinctively become dead behind the eyes. It was true. You’re an adult, and yet you were brought to tears by his seven-year-old son. It wasn’t that he said anything callous, quite the opposite, really. Earlier that day, Megumi had been sitting playing in your front room. You were babysitting, as you often did, while Toji and his wife were working. Your eyes hold shut as you remember his wife; his beautiful and kind wife while he continues littering your skin in adoration. You shouldn’t be doing this, but you can’t stop now.

Green sparkling eyes looked up from innocent children’s toys to pose you a question – “Why do you hate me?” he asked, genuinely. It was like a knife through your chest. You didn’t hate him. You could never hate him, Toji being partly responsible for his existence is enough reason to adore him with everything you have.

You just wish he was yours.

Toji is patient when he gets his time with you. It’s rare, after all, and he wants to make the most of it. Two large palms settle on your breasts, the straps are down but your bra is still firmly in place. He massages your flesh over the material, lips traversing the expanse of your body until he reaches your pulse point. He licks, slowly, hot eager breath contrasting your own temperature and making you shudder. This, he notices, pulling your back even closer into his chest. His left hand slowly yet forcefully moves up and down your adjacent arm, desperate to dispel the goosebumps that have formed on your skin. He suckles and licks on your ear lobe before nibbling it softly between his teeth. His breathing changes, his mouth level with your ear, he’s going to speak.

“Baby… what were you talking about?” he sighs, an even more chill inducing breath warms the shell of your ear. He pecks against it, the sound of tactile lips puckering slithers directly through your ear canal. You moan, unintentionally, and back further into your temporary lover. He holds your breasts once more; stabilising you, if only a little, as you begin to grind your core against his crotch.

“I- I can’t, Toji—”

Your attention is fixated on him as his hand encases half of your face and turns you to face him. But you both find yourselves closing your eyes as he places a kiss against your lips. It’s slow, yet heated, and you feel him smile into you when he hears you moan into his mouth pathetically. You’re well and truly at his mercy, though you aren’t embarrassed. How else should one act and behave around the love of their life?

“You can and you will,” he explains, biting your lip as he parts from the kiss. A singular string of saliva keeps you connected for a second before snapping. “you can’t have secrets with my son darlin’, you just can’t. So tell me, what were you talkin’ to him about?”

You gulp, nerves overcoming you like never before. Your eyes flutter shut yet again as he diverts his attention from your eyes to your body. The skin behind your ear is the next subject of his eroticism. And yet, he has the gall to chastise you for enjoying it. With one more repetition of tell me you realise you can’t stall anymore. Out of options. And you can’t lie.

“R-Rocco, ah—!”

“How does Megumi know about Rocco?”

“I- I told… him…”

He hikes your leg up so that you’re sitting on his lap like a little girl. The kissing has stopped and the touches have halted. Toji isn’t patient except with you. He’s never looked as furious as he does now, with you. Brows scrunched and the glimmer in his eye you love so much has ceased to exist. His scar looks as raw as it did the day he got it. A non-existent armour made you believe he wouldn’t mind you talking to his son about such a sensitive subject matter, but apparently it is not to be discussed under any terms.

“Don’t you ever talk to my son about Rocco again. D’ya hear me? Never.” he forbids, his eyes seem to soften ever so slightly when he spots that you can’t prevent the way your lip begins to wobble. “If you really wanna talk about Rocco, talk to me. Yeah? No one else, just me.”

“Y-You don’t let me—” you start, your thought isn’t completed. Thoughts are rattled from your mind as he begins manoeuvring you so that your back is flat against the mattress, jade green eyes boring into your very soul as he hovers above you. His arms dip behind your back, finally unhooking your bra and baring your chest to him.

Beautiful, he thinks.

“I’m letting you now.” he explains, his head resting on your chest, looking up with intent behind his salacious stare. He latches onto one of your protruding nipples, taking it between his cracked lips. He sucks and pecks, and it’s almost lazy, but you know it’s with purpose. It’s driving you wild, you can’t help but wriggle helplessly beneath him, desperate to gain some relief on your eager heat.

He pins one of your legs down, stopping you from continuing your movements. It’s torture, you think, he’s expecting you to broach such a heavy subject matter while you’re so desperate for his touch.

“C’mon sweetheart… talk about Rocco,” he commands. You can’t. Tears stream down your face as you do your best to experience Toji whilst thinking back to the past. Your mind spins and you feel as if you can’t breathe. He releases your nipple with an accentuated pop as he smirks up at you. “I remember how scared you were to tell me… when you realised—”

“Fuck, Toji.” you croon, a mischievous finger slithered down your abdomen down the length of your clothed slit. Feather light touches against your clit and your entrance forced your hips to buck upwards carelessly. He snickered, repeating the action again and again. “I- I remember.” you stutter.

You’d only been dating for thirteen weeks. He was yours before his wife entered the fray, before you had to battle for his time and attention. Nerves got the better of you, the thought of admitting to yourself what you already knew made you nauseous beyond any description.

Your period was late.

It was something you didn’t want to acknowledge, let alone inform Toji of. It had been so little time since you began dating. You thought he’d leave you, run away and never look back. So, there was only one thing for it. An abortion. You couldn’t keep the baby if you wanted to keep him. It was your only option. You were stressed, manic, exhausted. But at least you’d have Toji – that was all you cared about.

“You were so scared to tell me, weren’t ya?” he asks, hooking a finger beneath your panties before settling it in your inner thigh crease. He plunges a finger inside of you, chuckling when more obscenities fly from your mouth as your head falls backwards into the plush pillows. One of your hand grips the sheets below, whilst your other almost tears his hair from the roots. So little attention, and yet such a big reaction from you. “Thought so little of me, baby, ‘m sorry.” he finishes, adding a second finger to your scorching heat. It's almost as if the air in your lungs has frozen, weighing you down. It’s preventing you from speaking. From breathing. Even thinking.

It was confirmed when you finally took the plunge and decided to do a pregnancy test. Big, black, bold text told you the answer and where your future was heading. Motherhood, for certain. But you knew you had to take care of it before Toji became suspicious. It was something you didn’t even want him to know you were going through. Everything with him was perfect, it wasn’t something you wanted to ruin over something you believed could be easily taken care of.

So… why were you crying every day?

That’s what he asked you. You hadn’t been yourself, and that is what gave you away. Jokes he told that you found funny didn’t seem so funny anymore. The way he traced his fingers up and down your arms made you defensive, and paranoid. You didn’t want him to touch you in case he somehow sensed it in his fingertips. If he felt you he might just know that you’re carrying his child and he’ll skip out on you.

It all came to a head one day after you finished throwing up. You couldn’t keep your cries silent. Your body was betraying you, you felt hurt in ways you never had before and it was becoming impossible to keep it all to yourself. You didn’t dare tell a soul for fear of Toji finding out through the grapevine. But enough was enough, he thought.

“You need to tell me what’s going on with you.” he told you, but you shook your head.

“I can’t Toji, please. Trust me, I can’t.” you explained, “It’s fine… I will ruin everything if I tell you so… so I’m… I’m taking care of it—”

“Cut that shit out right now. This has been going on a fuckin’ while and I can’t stand to see you like this,” he responded, moving his head as you moved yours. You were trying to avoid his piercing glare, but he wouldn’t let you. He couldn’t. He’d never of forgiven himself if you carried on like that, unable to share your woes, and did something you might regret. “Trust me, I’m beggin’ you to trust me, baby.”

He forced you to sit down, and face him. He wiped away your tears with his thumbs and kept all of his attention focused on you as he watched you calm yourself down. Tear filled breaths that clogged your lungs fizzled into shaky exhales the longer you held eye contact with Toji. He wasn’t going anywhere, for now. If you explain you can tell him your plans. Maybe he’d support you if he knew you planned on freeing you both of the burden of parenthood, you hoped.

“I… I’m, uh—”

“Yeah? C’mon sweetheart, doin’ so good f’me just use your words.” he spoke, doing his best to tempt the truth out of you. With one final swallow of terror and closing your eyes for a moment to think, you finally found the courage to confess.

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out quickly. “but it’s okay I’m gonna get rid of it. Okay?” you fumbled out words quicker than you could think. You just wanted him to know that there was no way you’d be keeping the baby. He was what you needed, not a kid. “Please, I promise I’m going to get rid of it, this is why I didn’t want to tell you. D-Don’t leave me, p-please. You are more important to me than a baby, I just want you. I—”

Your rambling was stifled as Toji pressed a finger to your lips. He kissed you on your forehead, a warm smile filled his features. Instantly, you were relived. It meant that your idea of an abortion was enough to convince him to stand by you. There was no reason to worry yourself sick like that, he was going to support you through it all.

“You don’t have to get rid of our baby,” he smiled.

“W-What?”

“In fact, I don’t want you to do that at all.” he warmly spoke, pulling your body into his and forcing his head between the valley of your breasts. It wasn’t sexual, it was just a comfort to him to hear your heartbeat. “Maybe… we could start our own little family, huh?”

Tears roll down your eyes as you reminisce on it all whilst Toji adds his flat tongue to the equation of his fingers in your cunt. It’s all so romantic and wonderful and intense. You don’t think you’ve ever been happier than you were in that moment. The moment you knew he really would stand by you through anything at all. And despite your assumption, he was excited to become a father. He was excited to have a baby with you.

“I love you, Toji.” you speak, softly, unsure if it was even loud enough for him to hear. Oh, but he did. He doesn’t want to stop lapping at your swollen clit, knowing it’s exactly where you need the most attention right now. But a particularly harsh suckle and pop of the bead is a silent acknowledgement, he promises he heard you. “Gonna… gonna cum. T-Toji—”

“No no, baby, not yet,” he instructs. He removes his fingers from your hole, delicately rubbing them over your sensitive bundle of nerves instead. It’s slow and tormenting, but he doesn’t want you to cum like this. “I was so happy when we found out we were havin’ a little boy, y’know? So damn happy princess.”

You remember it well. Your emotions were running high and you had the ability to blame your hormones when you discovered the gender of your unborn child. But you couldn’t quite believe it when you looked over to see Toji’s eyes, eyes that are normally so strict and stern, glossy with tears on his lash line. He couldn’t help it, he claimed.

“Look what we made.” he pointed, the scan revealing perfectly what a handsome little boy you’d made together.

And later that day, he took you shopping. Money was no object. That is what you both decided. Neither of you could believe how much stuff you ended up buying. Paints for the nursery. A crib. Other necessary pieces of furniture. Toys. Clothes. Everything you thought you needed, you bought. You were both first time parents and completely clueless. So, if a shop assistant recommended it, you bought it.

You spent so much time together painting the walls of your baby’s new room. Toji was very irritable when you kept asking what to do and how to help. The paint wasn't going on as nicely as he hoped and his temper flared, it was extremely evident in his face. What do you do when you see an angry bear? Poke it with a stick. Or in this case, flick paint from the end of your brush at him. When he noticed what you had done and he turned to face you, you swear you could read murder on his mind. But when you began to laugh, he couldn’t help the laugh that snuck out of him.

There was more paint on the two of you than on the walls by the end of it.

“That was the day we decided to call him Rocco…” Toji mused.

He began to kiss up towards your naval and back to your neck. Your fingers laced through his hair as you begged for him to deliver the same salvation he was offering your body to your lips as well. He complied, slow patience had dwindled as your tongues found each other. It was wet, heated, sloppy. You felt yourself drooling out of the corners of your mouth, Toji Fushiguro is just so intoxicating. A drug you can’t quit though you know you should.

He’s all you have.

He doesn’t break the kiss from you, though his hand eventually meets his heavy, wanting cock. He guides it to your desperate entrance, lining it up perfectly before slotting himself inside. His hips roll, bullying his cock into you inch by agonising inch until your lip begins to quiver. He hushes you, though.

You both know you want it.

“I’m s-so – fuck – I’m so sorry, baby. I am so—”

“P-Please, pleaaaase stop.” you beg. He doesn’t. You are the one who wanted to talk about it. So desperate to talk about it that you went to a seven-year-old boy to discuss it. His son. “N-No more, I can’t—”

“It was the worst day of my life, too, I promise you that darlin’.” he mumbles in your ear. The thrum of his words rushes straight to your cunt, and you clench so hard around his cock you think he might have to stay there forever.

You don’t think you’ve ever been as embarrassed as you were when you came home from the hospital. Your pristine white maxi dressed, stained in bright red blood by your crotch. The atmosphere in your house was foul. Two solemn adults who had lost everything in a few menial hours. Hollowness filled you, not a single emotion ran through you until you heard Toji a few rooms away. You sat on the sofa, turned on the TV and pretended it wasn’t happening. But you could hear Toji loud and clear.

He was in the nursery.

That was the first and only time you’ve ever heard him cry. A loud thud vibrated through you and you knew he had collapsed to the ground. Melancholy overtook him as his new reality was setting in. Your little boy was no more. No fault of your own, apparently, everyone made sure to repeat that enough times for it to really take root in the depths of your brain.

It didn’t help at all.

You couldn’t bring yourself to check on Toji. That would mean going into Rocco’s room and facing the truth yourself. So, you waited. You waited hours for him to finally come out. He came to see you, resting on the balls of his feet in front of the sofa where you sat. Fresh tears replaced old ones as he noticed the drying blood on your dress.

“H-How about a bath, huh?” he suggested.

You don’t remember saying yes, or nodding. But somehow, you found yourself naked and submerged in a bubble bath. It was like you had left your own body as he did his best to clean you. You could hear him sniffling. He was desperate to talk about it with you, all he wanted was for you to help each other cope. But you couldn’t. So, he did his best to lock it away too.

It was as if you had returned to yourself when Toji took a break from washing your hair to wipe more tears from his eyes. A soft mumbling of ‘Oh, Godddddd…’ trailed from his lips as he tried to pull himself together. And finally, your lip began to jut out helplessly. Your eyes scrunched, and the tears began to flow. You were staring at your bloody dress, and listening to him try and hold it together. It was all equating to too much.

It was real, now.

“Our… baby—” you cut yourself off with a wail, Toji pulled you into his hold and sobbed into your sodden locks.

He hissed with each thrust inside of your gummy walls. A perfect home for him in the form of your bodies fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces. He doesn’t feel like this with his wife, only you. He couldn’t stay away, he’d never be able to do that.

He loves you.

He loves you.

Fuck, he loves you.

“’m not good enough… I’ve never been—”

“Stop it, baby. You are enough, I promise.” he tells you through gritted teeth. It’s getting harder and harder to have a normal conversation while he is fucking you so intimately. Every ounce of his love poured into every devastating thrust.

He loves you.

“Wasn’t good enough for you, or our- our baby.”

“Stop it darlin’. Please stop. I- I need—”

“I can’t live like this-!” you cry out. His hand covers your mouth entirely as his mind tries to process what he needs to say to you. Christ. What does he need to say to you? Everything and nothing all at once. He thinks he should start with I love you. But is he prepared to open that can of worms?

“I need… you. I’m gonna leave her, yeah? My wife. Let’s… try again. Me and you, hah? I won’t pull out this time, let me… let me—”

“Tojiiiii—”

“You’re good enough, baby, more than good enough. I’ll cum inside and we can try again. I need to, I need to.”

Your tears stream endlessly but silently. Is this really what you want? Do you want him to break up his family to satiate your unfulfilled desires? It doesn’t matter. You find yourself nodding anyway. Perhaps it will dull the ache inside of you. It could be the plaster to cover to puncture wound in your aching heart; it’s been bleeding since that day.

Toes begin to curl as he continuously batters the spongy centre that spells your eventual undoing with his fat cock head. He isn’t doing much better. Nobody and nothing will compare to the rush and the high he feels as when your precious cunt swallows him again and again.

“Gonna- cum, with me. Please, baby. Cum with me now.” Toji pants.

Your lips are on his again, both of you focusing on your impending climaxes. The way you break away to moan momentarily before smothering each other in kisses yet again is such a lewd, romantic, high that you can’t get enough of. He pounds you perfectly and it’s an arrangement neither of you have been able to let go of after all of these years.

“Oh God, I’m cumming- cumming baby…” he alerts you. You’re practically choking on your own orgasm as it swims through you. Nails dig into his back as you try and hold onto the feeling for as long as you can. He fills you with his warmth, heaving like a desperate animal while he breeds you to the brim.

What have you done?

Time wasn’t a healer for either of you. The days got harder and harder and you couldn’t even stomach looking at him. Each time you looked at him, you saw what could have been. What should have been. The father of your son. The man who was going to teach him everything he knew and help your little boy cause all kinds of mischief for you.

The man you thought could keep you both safe.

That’s how he found himself married to a woman he would never love as much as he loved you. There was a drift, it was aggressive and painful, yet necessary. But you found yourself brought back together a few years after Megumi was born. You were practically an aunt to his son. A second mother, even. A sordid little secret.

You don’t hate Megumi, you just wish he was yours.

The pair of you got changed after he had his post fuck cigarette, knowing you couldn’t risk dallying for fear of being caught. You didn’t doubt for a minute that if you called him in a few weeks and told him you were carrying his child, he’d kidnap Megumi and run away with you to start your new family life together. And you would love that, you’d love him. You’d love it all.

But, it isn’t right. Is it?

He grabs his car keys, readying himself to drive you home to be alone with your dark thoughts. Before you step outside, though, something plagues your mind. A question that you simply must know the answer to. He looks scared, honestly. The way you’re facing him and eyeing him up as the same words twist and circle through your mind. A heavy hand rests on your waist, the other on your cheek. He’s scared, it’s obvious, but he’s still encouraging you to talk.

“Do you ever think about Rocco?” you ask him, genuinely curious. Toji has never felt the need to bring him up, this is the first you’ve discussed him in years. It kills you to think that Toji has managed to shut out thoughts of his unborn son while you are plagued with them each and every waking moment of your pointless life.

And there it is. That warm, kind smile, that is the Toji you know and love.

“All of the time.”

Four simple words have you breaking down like you did that day in the bathtub. Your head is pulled into his chest as he holds you close and tightly, allowing you to bawl every emotion onto him. You can’t control yourself and you don’t want to stop. It’s fine, he thinks. It’s clear that you need it. At least you know something today that you didn’t know yesterday. One piece of information that might take some of the burden off your own shoulders.

At least you know you aren’t alone.

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