Thinking About Dilf!toji And Maid!reader

i enjoy ididathing a little a too much 😨

i see toji as more of a guy that likes to build random shit for y/n ..like he built reader her own personalized vanity

Omg yes anon totally, I feel like his love language is personal gifts, like he can be good at emotional support and is but he excels in gift giving.

One day you'd come home from work and you'd see this extravagant and way too detailed wooden desk vanity sitting in the middle of the hallway. Its a peach pink adjorned with baby blues and pastel greens and purple petaled painted flowers that are engraved into the white wood. There's a warm brown that mixes with the pink to create and pretty sunset hue that kisses the heart shaped mirror beautifully. You recognize your jasmine vine from your garden had been curled over the princess curved top, small lily flowers tucked into small pots decorating the sides and flat desk. Your makeups been organized about the desk, brushes and palletes stacked along a messy road of perfume, setting, and hair spray bottles. You don't notice Toji standing behind you in the mirror, running your finger gently over the intricate details engraved into the pink and white wood. "Ya like it?" He asks gruffly, hands stuffed into his pockets as he slouches against the arm rest of the couch. Whipping your head around you run into his arms, pressing a kiss to his scarred lips. "Oh yes, Toj," you gasp again, "It's so gorgeous!" Running back over to explore the detailed piece. "Knew you'd like it." He smiles to himself. You didn't shut up about that damn vanity and insisted on showing it to everyone who came over to your house for the following two weeks.

nsfw, minors dni

“s’too much, I ca- nghh! Ahh..ha… m’cant, can’t-” your broken pleas are cut off as your head tosses farther back in to the pillows, lips parted in a silent gasp, eyes rolled back in a sudden wave of heated pleasure.

“right there huh?” you can hear the teasing smirk on his lips, a whine escaping your own in defeated protest, too dizzy from the overwhelming stimulation. “yeah,” he grunts, quickening the slap of his hips as he watches your fucked out expression drooling below him, accentuating every thrust with a hit to your spongey spot. “right there.”

EREN ✋🏼 Sanemi Zeke Getou Gojo Jean Connie Reiner Toji Nanami Sukuna

Heyy bestie!! can u give a smut visual with Toji?

he loves how hungry you are for his cock. you’re such a good girl when you let him use your throat n force his shaft down until you gag n it swells — after all he deserves it, you’re his princess n he always makes you cum so good, you should always adore his thick cock — the choker + THIS ONE + lord have mercy

he gets hard when you sit on his face. him moan into your dripping cunt n the vibrations make your tight hole throb around his tongue as you ride it. his big hands squeeze your ass so roughly that your folds open wide n your eyes roll back — link + this one + help

an ass man (lol) n what better way to show it than by fucking your tight hole!? Toji loves going deep n watching your pussy flutter around nothing, your belly bulge with his thick cock. his big balls slam against your hard nub as his cock is buried deep n you end up squirting on his legs — here + this one

Stop im going to cry 😭😭

bloody water pours between my thighs

Character: toji fushiguro | toji zenin

Authors Note: Alright! heres the second part to Toji x pregnant Reader fanfic! I’m currently working on similar piece after this which will be hopefully be posted by next week, I hope you all enjoy! <3

Warnings: graphic depictions of childbirth, cussing, crying, pregnancy, pet names

Synopsis:

“Mnnhhmmm Toji” you cried, whining as you felt the pressure in your belly increase. Suddenly you panicked, the feeling was so immense you nearly collapsed; grasping for Toji as your breath caught in your throat. “Toji, T-Toji, Toji.” 

He caught your arm, holding it up to maneuver you so you could see his face. “I’m right here, whatta need, kid?” He stroked the skin of your wrist, moving his hand from your back to rest on your wet cheek. 

It wasn’t that Toji was necessarily afraid of being a father - more so, he feared whether or not you’d survive this. Losing you terrified Toji. 

Your body knew what was happening before your mind fully registered that you were going into labor.

The first time it happened you were cleaning dishes; your stomach cramped unexpectedly as you scrubbed the baby blue sponge over the porcelain of the plate. 

You placed your hand on the corner of the sink to steady yourself, hissing as you brought a hand to grip the underside of your swollen middle. 

Toji was in the living room sharpening his sword, the Shink! of the blade helping to take your mind off the pain momentarily.

 The pain subsided, disappearing as soon as it had arrived. You simply shrugged and continued cleaning. 

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The second time it happened you were sat in Toji’s lap, his hands running over the plumpness of your ass - which had grown due to the pregnancy. Calloused hands squeezed appreciatively at the roundness of it. His mouth pressed to yours in a sweet kiss, contradicting the aggressive pulls and squeezes of his hands.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Toji said, smiling through the kiss. “Givin’ me a lil brat to run around” he placed a hand on your belly, caressing the skin as he moved the hem of your shirt up and over your skin.

You moaned at his praise, holding a hand to his cheek, you moved your head back down to catch him in another kiss. 

Toji pulled away to crane his neck downward, slowly running the rough pads of his thumbs over your tummy; he traced the stretch marks that had painted themselves across your soft skin. 

Blushing, you went to pull his hand away making him swat your palm before you could interrupt his fascination with your body. 

“Stop it.” He muttered and leaned down to kiss the roundness of your belly, continuing down in a line of pecks, “So fuckin’ good for me.” He praised once more, moving his head up to catch your gaze. 

You shook your head, giggling softly and went to reply when a cramp tightened your belly making you gasp and screw your eyes shut. 

“Woah,” Toji rubbed your belly slightly, “Hey, you good, kid?” his worried expression deepened when you shook your head and tried curling in on yourself in an attempt to ease the tightening of your swollen middle. 

Toji watched you shiver and put two in two together, “Shh.” Toji comforted as you took deep breaths, rubbing your back.

When the pain finally released you took a deep inhale and looked at him sheepishly, almost afraid to make eye contact with the bigger man, in fear of being scolded for not telling him you were going into labor. 

“Was that a contraction?” Toji deadpanned. 

Looking everywhere but his eyes, you rubbed the back of your neck, chuckling nervously. ”N-no, I think it was just a kick.” hiding labor from Toji was pointless in the end, the baby was coming either way, but you were terrified - hoping that if Toji wasn’t aware it was happening that the reality of you having to give birth wasn’t one you’d have to experience. 

Toji still gave u a bored look, “Oh yeah, cause kicks make you look like you’re about to shit out a baby.” 

You blushed at his choice of words and looked down to his hands that were cupping the underside of your middle. 

“Okay…” you shifted a tad, bringing another fit of pain along with your movements you gasped and reached out, placing your hand on Toji’s shoulder and gritting your teeth. “Yeah it’s a contraction - oh” you tried laughing through your teeth - being cut off by the searing pain ripping itself throughout your abdomen.  

Toji sat silently, rubbing his hands over the taut skin of your stomach, pressing in random places hoping to relieve the pressure. 

“Are you doing okay?” he asked once you let out a shaky breath, signaling the contraction had passed. You nodded and he smiled warmly,.

Toji craned his neck to give you a quick peck and then moved back to get a look at your stomach, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the skin gently. 

You leaned back slightly and placed your hands on his knees, making more room for him. Bringing your hand to his head and carting your fingers through the raven strands, you focused on the softness of his hair to try and distract yourself from the foreseeable pain you were to feel within the now and when your baby arrived.

“You gotta be more nice t’ya momma, squirt.” Toji scolded lightly, rubbing his thumb over the swollen skin. “She’s putin’ in the blood, sweat, and tears to bring you here.” 

You smiled at his teasing and continued to play with his hair, only removing your hand when he moved to sit up straight once more, pulling you against his thick chest and wrapping his arms around you in a loose hug. 

He could feel the tension in your body - a clear sign of the fear that hung in the back of your mind. 

Toji squeezed your sides a bit and you giggled and squirmed making him smile, laughing at your reaction, he brought you back into the hug and placed his chin on your head, running his rough hands up and down your arms. 

“You’ll be okay kid, m’ not gonna let anything happen to ya.” Toji reassured you.

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in the back of my primate behavior lecture rn trying not to cream my jeans. my screen protector has bite marks on it do NOT talk to me right now i need him so bad

hello

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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