𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐍’ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐌 — Toji Fushiguro

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.

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Here’s a treat for you Caleb Zayne and Sylus enjoyers <3

General Need w all of em WHAT WHO SAID THAT

Caleb

Good morning😋 .•*•. nyam!😋 .•*•. obviously he’s going to fuck you in his fucking Lamborghini Lanzador .•*•. he’s begging u to stop but you’re a brat .•*•. yeah .•*•. lazy day .•*•. Arm around neck 😋 .•*•. Very much a boobs guy.

Zayne

He’s using it as lube atp .•*•. his favourite thing to do <3 .•*•. he does it for his pleasure ngl .•*•. massage therapy. .•*•. Touchy. .•*•. I saw ice cube. Blacked out. .•*•. Slow .•*•. def his favourite thing to do

Sylus

Size kink😋 .•*•. cuffed .•*•. he’s so big it’s unreal 🥴 .•*•. sloooowwwww .•*•. ur so small compared to him :( .•*•. he low key likes being tied up 😉 .•*•. he lets u take control sometimes :) .•*•. Oh he likes that after a long day😋

BONUS

Zayne+Caleb/Sylus (because sharing is caring <3) (I got too lazy to title them soz)

2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7

And I love, love, I love you

Artwork: Melancholy - Edgar Degas

Word count: 1409 words

Pairings: Toji x reader (can also be other characters since no names are mentioned)

A/N: inspired by Icarus' Irony by @suna-reversed i hope you all enjoy. English isn't my first language so if there are any grammar errors my bad you never saw it

Warnings: Angst, cheating, slight nsfw themes i would've written the smut but i suck ass at that department

He feels so warm, the way his arm blankets around you, the entirety of your being pressed close to his chest. The heat radiates off of him, all from the exertion from before. It feels so nice, comforting, safe, it feels like home in his arms, but all you want to do is get away from him.

Why leave such solace?

Indeed, why leave such solace. But at some point we all have to.

It doesn't matter anymore, it makes you feel sick in the guts, telling yourself you'd never put yourself in this position. It's difficult being a hypocrite. The exhale from his nose gives a gentle gust of air on your hair every time. He's so peaceful right now, fallen asleep and all. His cheeks look so soft, his lips into a small pout, he looks ethereal in the dim light of the moon and you're not surprised as to why you changed your ways for him.

But you can't bear it anymore, the bile rises up your throat as tears try to fall. Slowly and gently you try to get up and to the bathroom, and when you reach you collapse on the floor. There's moans, wails, screams, and cries stuck in your throat but you refrain from waking him up. There's nothing else to do but to silently scream it all out.

How long is this going to happen? Hasn't it been long enough?

It has. But every time you try to stop you fall in deeper, deeper and deeper and even he knows that, he knows how much you fall and he falls deeper too.

But does he? He doesn't seem to, if he did, wouldn't he end it with her? End the pain of being the other woman, end the shame and guilt that comes back every morning as you search for him on your bed, only to find out he's left in the middle of the night, like he always does. How many times has he fooled you?

"You're awake"

He's sitting up on the bed, sheets having slipped down to his abdomen, serenity in it's physical embodiment covered in loving bruises and bites. Serenity looks up from where his hand had been laid, thinking back to the actions of the night, and he rakes his hair with his hand as he looks.

To you he may have been ethereal, the most serene beauty of a man, but to him you were so much more. Divine beauty in it's most enchanting form, especially now as you're standing in all your glory. And like that he breaks more and more from the confinements he's set.

But you don't know that, he wishes to show you but to you, you're only a past time of his he dotes on, sugars up and devours through the night. Because even if you try to think otherwise, the reminder always stays there. Glistening from the moonlight as it lays still on the bedside table, it's silver encasing will always bring you back to the reality that you are nothing more than a past time.

"You went away, couldn't sleep without you." There's an ache in your heart when he says that, because you wish he would say that under different circumstances, with that silver ring on his and your fingers, and not his and hers.

There will always be a reminder.

You don't reply, you don't want to either, there's nothing in your body except the hurt he brings with him every time he comes back. Always inviting him in again because you can't help but need him.

Your legs move, back to the bed as he watched you with intent eyes, you don't know what he thinks of as he watches you but the way you move to him is so sensual with the way your hips sway and he can't help but want to go again.

And he doesn't fight the urge.

Because the moment you reach the bed, the mattress sinking from your movements, his body moves on its own accord and he reaches up and kisses you, his big hands enveloping your face, pulling you to him.

And you, you let it happen all over again, because somehow he always ends up convincing you to let him have his way.

His head rests on the crook of your neck as he tries to retain his breathing. He still feels euphoric but reality has abruptly set in for you and the tears come back again.

What is the truth?

He tells you that you haunt him, plague his mind 'from wake till slumber', tells you all sorts of praised and consumed you absolutely and then leaves, pretending to never have met you in his life one time you happened to pass him in the street.

"Sorry you must've mistaken me for someone else, if you'll excuse us i have a reservation with my wife.”

You can't tell what's real and what's fake anymore, but in the end you're only just a play toy, to please him.

How many times had he promised you freedom?

How many times has he told you he doesn't even love her?

How many times had he made excuses for not ending things?

He takes your silence for exhaustion, as he cleans you up, as he sinks back into the bed ready to pull you back into his arms-

"I want this to stop"

He halts immediately, your voice sounds so frail and weak, like its glass on the brink of shattering. "I can't do this anymore" A sob almost slips out with your words.

But it's true, how much longer could you endure it? In the end he always goes back to her and never you, no matter how many times he comes, he always goes back to her. He turns you over, his hands holding your wrist, you start thrashing, repeatedly saying no as the tears free fall from your eyes now. He pulls you close, disregarding your thrashing as he closes his hold on you.

You sob and sob, crying out how much you hate him. He doesn't have to ask why you're like this, he clearly knows why. And soon your sobbing and wailing ends, your hateful spout gone.

He stays like that, until he's sure that you've fallen asleep from how your sniffling has stopped. He doesn't want to hurt you, he can't bare the idea of you being hurt by him, he never wants that to happen ever again. The look of disgust and the hurt in your eyes make him want to ask for repentance and endure every sort of suffrage there is in the world, but he knows it will never hurt as much as the way you looked at him.

Small circles traced on your back as he kisses your forehead, in every form he has seen you you'll always be his divine entity, but of all the forms he has seen, he never wanted to see you in pain again.

And as he drifts off, he confesses his affections, something he'd never tell you face to face.

It takes him a second to realize it.

You're gone. The bed is empty, it feels cold and ominous without your presence. He immediately gets up, using the blanket as a drape.

Bathroom? No

Living room? No

Closet? No

Balcony? No

Kitchen? No

You're gone, you've left him all alone. What is he supposed to do? He's so used to seeing you in the morning it doesn't feel right. You never left when it was his house, always stayed and made something, and he'd always have to make the coffee because you didn't drink any. Everywhere is so empty, there's a hollow, cold, ominous feeling to every room he enters without you. Is this you telling him it's done? He knows what you said last night but he hopes you didn't mean it, that you'd listen to him like always and stick around.

What was he supposed to do?

He couldn't bear the idea of living without your presence. Go back to that woman? There is barely anything between them anymore, there's no use in the marriage now. He wishes he ended things early, maybe you wouldn't have left, maybe you'd stick around and he could finally say that he loved you. He wonders if this is how you were every morning when he left before you could wake, now he knows how it feels.

girlhood

Toji Fushiguro | G, H, I, J, K, L, M | Dirty Edition | Part 2

you can read part 1 here

Is Toji goofy?

Usually, Toji’s not one to crack jokes when it comes to sexy times. Those moments with him are filled with pure lust and passion, there’s no room for goofiness. Though, you can definitely expect sarcastic comments and teasing but, again, the initial purpose of his behavior or rather misbehavior is all due to that primal sexual desire.

Toji’s hair down there

Sure, the carpet matches the drapes. Toji’s not very well groomed but isn’t like Chewbacca either. He prefers not to fully shave and leave it a bit hairy since he thinks it’s manlier that way. Overall, it’s pretty neat. Secretly wishes you would take care of the grooming for him from time to time. cough cough you know why cough cough

Intimacy with Toji

The level of intimacy with Toji depends on how he sees you. If you’re just one of the many women he’s been with, you will, with no doubt, have one of the best sex experiences ever in your life but you can tell it’s all just pure lust, there’s absolutely no deep meaning behind his passionate ministrations, it’s just Toji’s means for pure gratification of himself. But, if you’re the one, each of his touches will be packed with love, care and desire to please. Perfectly attuned to reading your body and reactions, he’s pouring his heart into every touch. Toji is so touch-starved, please give him all the love.Just because he loves you, doesn’t mean he won’t be a huge dickhead sometimes and won’t tease and edge the hell out of you though.

Does Toji jack off?

He might rub one off occasionally if he’s too desperate and you’re not around. That aside, Toji absolutely loves mutual masturbation, he’s absolutely dazed when you show him how you like to get off.

Toji’s Kinks

This man is kinky as fu-… Ok, I’ll mention a few:

Orgasm denial – whether it’s on you or him, because he loves the sensation of maintaining that high level of arousal for an extended period of time which turns the pleasure and not the orgasm into the main focus. And of course, as a result, the more the denial, the stronger the orgasm. wink wink

Cockwarming – he’s addicted to being connected with you so get used to warming him when reading, watching TV or just chilling in bed. This might or might not turn into sexy times…

Breeding kink – something about filling you up and breeding you makes his blood boil and triggers something very primal in Toji which always ends up in him going way too rough. He’ll totally make up for it with the aftercare though.

Chocking – the fact that he’s big enough to induce gagging noises from you is a huge ego boost for Toji ngl.

Exhibitionism – the adrenaline and pleasure combined does something to this man. Once you guys went to a shopping mall, you picked a few outfits and went into the changing room to try them on. Guess who sneaked in, pushed you against the wall and started fingering you? Daddy Toji. All of this was happening while there were people in the changing room area waiting for their turn to try on clothes. Knowing he wouldn't let it be before he got what he wanted, you ended up going down on your knees and began sucking his dick. Then you made him sit down and started riding him until he came in you. You both left the store without buying anything.

Toji’s choice of location

Every available location on Google Maps. Period.

Toji’s motivation aka turn-ons

When you wear his shirts. but only the shirt and nothing else And, as weird as it might sound, it’s a huge turn-on for Toji when you take care of him, even in the simplest ways like making a meal for him, ironing his clothes, waiting for him to come home before you go to bed and etc. This is most likely because he’s been really touch-starved all his life and has been looked down upon as someone unworthy and undeserving. give him all the love, pls, this is breaking my hearto

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toji x reader

warnings: smoking, sfw

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toji’s steel toed work boots thump audibly as he treks backwards towards your bed. the older man fiddles with a knitted plush he has cupped in his hands, flexing its little arms with a half-amused chuckle.

“real cute setup you’ve got here.” he tells you, acting like he doesn’t practically live at your place most days. he kicks off his ridiculously heavy footwear and sinks down on the bed, throwing the plushie somewhere behind him.

toji pulls you into his lap once you reach him, palming the back of your thighs with a sigh. your smaller hands snake around the curve of his biceps, squeezing back with a smile.

you notice the slight tremble in his hands as he rubs a lock of your hair between his fingers, tired eyes flirting back and forth like they’re looking for something.

“when’s the last time you had a smoke? you ask him, pulling his under-eye down to peer at his bloodshot waterline.

“would have after work but wanted to beat the traffic.” he laughs, swatting your hand away with a sigh.

“here” you tell him, bracing yourself on his thigh to reach for one of his lighters he left on your nightstand.

“fuck. you don’t mind?” he asks, already reaching into his back pocket to pull out a carton of marlboro reds. he smacks the box into his palm a couple times, shaking a stick loose and placing it between his teeth.

“i like the smell i guess. reminds me of you.” you bring the zippo to the end of his mouth, tongue flitting out in concentration.

toji sucks the filter a couple times, turning the end a bright red. the acrid smell of tobacco hits your nose as smoke trails from either side of his lips, rising and tangling with the mesh sashes of your bedroom canopy.

he turns to exhale a plume of hot smoke towards the foot of your bed, rubbing your back as though to thank you for your leniency.

“wanna try a little?” he hold the cig up between two fingers, shaking it like he would a dog treat.

“i prefer something a little lighter.” you giggle. as much as the smell of burning tobacco comforted you, you couldn’t fathom how toji handled the taste.

“that fruity electric shit aint’ smoking pretty girl.” he laughs, patting your hip to make up for his teasing. you see the tremble in his hand gradually fade away as he takes in more and more of the smoke.

“fruity?” you laugh, recalling your embarrassing assortment of dessert flavored vapes.

“don’t care if it’s got the same ingredients as these.” he starts, reaching his hand out your window to ash soft grey embers to the wind. “you’d never see me taking hits off nothing strawberry shortcake flavored.”

you scoff at the older man’s jest, sitting further back in his lap to look at him. toji takes another drag, looking back at you with an infuriatingly charming smile.

“at least i’m not addicted.” you tease

“i’ll quit when i want to.” he tells you, holding the filter to your glossy lips. “here. just try it for me.”

you nod, leaning to suckle on the yellow filter in front of you. warm, thick fingers close around the base of your skull, holding you there.

toji takes the cig from you, immediately placing the flutter between his lips and rubbing calloused hands along your sides.

“you holding it?” he chuckles, waiting for you to cough out the bitter smoke.

you make due on his assumption, doubling over with a laugh and a fit of smoky grey hacks and coughs.

“awww.” toji jests, rubbing your back as the last of the smoke leaves your lungs.

“yeah nothing like that strawberry shortcake huh.” you can practically see the one sided smirk on his face.

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Day Twenty-Three: Free Use | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: Toji I've missed you 🥵 Warnings: 18+, dubcon, noncon, spanking, pussy slapping, oral (female receiving), fingering, daddy kink, dacryphilia, masturbation. Words: 1.7k

The all too familiar sound of your step-son trudging up the driveway followed by your husband slamming the door vibrated your skin enough to form goosebumps. What is it this time? They’re always bickering over something or other. Although by the daggers you just barely catch in your husbands eye out of the window, it seems a little more intense today. Megumi seems to be getting worse and worse as the days go by. Defying orders, getting in trouble at school, challenging you and his father at every turn. It doesn’t bother you, he’s a teenager. What did you expect? But that’s something Toji just can’t seem to comprehend.

With Megumi out of the kitchen and already storming up the stairs, you know what’s to follow soon after.

Bang. His door.

And with that, you can already feel Toji’s eyes burning holes in the back of your head. You just want to get the dishes finished so you can relax for the rest of the evening. Must he do this every single time he fights with his son? Yes. He needs to. It’s the only way to relieve his stress. And this is what you agreed to when he met you.

Free use.

Your pussy is his do to with as he sees fit, whenever he wants.

Your breath hitches as your panties are brought down to your ankles in one fell swoop. He’s addicted to your cunt, it takes him no time at all to gain access to your wet, weeping walls. Your left leg steps out of the white, lace garment. But that’s just as patient as he can bear to be. He forces your right leg up, knee crashing with the countertop with your underwear hanging lewdly around your ankle.

Your breasts are practically in the water-filled sink while the side of your face rests on the window. He snarls as a brutish palm collides with your body. Your ass and your sensitive sex. You’re not nearly wet enough for him, he tells you. There’s only one thing he can do about that. He drops down to the balls of his feet so he can get closer to your heat. Two fingers circle brutally into your tremoring bud, the overwhelming intensity is too much to enjoy just yet. You’re practically singing Toji’s name when he dips his tongue into your fluttering hole.

He knows you love his tongue the most.

He knows you love the feeling of being spread open too. But one hand is busy, won’t you take some fucking initiative for him? Apparently you’re too fucked out from the feeling of his tongue and large fingers being attentive with your heat. His free hand spanks your rear, he pulls away momentarily to speak.

“Spread.”

And you do. Your hand instantly slithers to the fat of your ass cheek to open yourself up more for him. His unused hand grips into the soft flesh of your left cheek, perfect teamwork to open yourself up for him.

He knows you love it. He’s your husband, after all. He knows your body better than you know it yourself, at this point. Your cunt gushes slick all over his tongue from the feeling of being opened up for him.

You were unsure about your little arrangement at first. Being unable to object to sex if he wants it was a little scary to say the least. But he put his money where his mouth was. ‘Let me show you a good time,’ he smirked, ‘you’ll want me to fuck you any chance I get afterwards.’ And you did. Even now, sex wasn’t on your mind, but now that his tongue is fucking your insides you couldn’t be happier.

Thank you, Megumi.

Your moaning is boisterous as your husband works your sloppy cunt. But he hasn’t gotten you all worked up so that you feel good. This is for him, remember? He is the one who has a petulant brat for a son. He is the one who needs to put up with his attitude and name-calling day in day out. So you’re going to take his fat cock, and you’re going to make him feel all better. It doesn’t matter how long it takes. Right? This is what you’re made for. This is why he put a ring on your finger. So, you better take it, if you know what’s good for you.

He knows he’s big. He knows he should have fingered you before he began to prod his tip at your quivering hole. But he just can’t wait dammit. Don’t you understand? No… That isn’t fair. It’s very clear that you do understand. That’s why he can see a few tears roll down your face in the reflection of the window. That’s why you’re doing your best to silently sob and not ruin this for him. You’re trying so hard, aren’t you? Sweet, real sweet. A good wife. A perfect slippery hole for him. Try harder.

The hiss and crying whimper that erupts from your lungs has his head rolling back in ecstasy. His cock is already dribbling inside of you, and it’s just the tip. He’s going to go further, and further, and further until…

“Daddy!” you cry. He laughs, and hushes you.

“Yeah, daddy’s got a real big cock, don’t he?” he coos, admiring the way your pretty pussy eagerly sucks in his gargantuan length. What a good girl you are. No wonder he put a ring on it.

He’s got a few rounds in him, he knows for a fact. You know it too. He never cums just once, he never has in your entire marriage. You’re prepared to not be able to walk tomorrow. It’s lucky, really, that he refuses to let you get a job of your own. What do you need a silly thing like that for, anyway? He makes enough money for you to live comfortably. He always says: ‘you’ve already got two important jobs. Blowjobs and handjobs.’ It is funny. He has a humorous side to him when he wants, but it is a little unfulfilling to be home each and everyday with no ambitions of your own.

But right now, you’re very fulfilled. Filled with your daddy’s monster cock. He’s always so rough with you. His fingers curl into your hair and use you for leverage as he fucks into your velvety walls.

“Takin’ this cock so well f’me, darlin’.” he praises. It isn’t enough to stop the freefalling tears dripping from your eyes. It feels good. Incredible, really. It’s just so much. So big! Too much! He pulls your form closer to his, your legs close as you pull them together and he didn’t think you could possibly feel any tighter. But you do, fuck. Tightest cunt he’s ever felt.

His tightening balls slap against your taint, the pornographic sound of skin slapping skin fills the entire room. The entire house. You hope Megumi has those noise cancelling earphones on like he normally does. You’re sure you can feel him in your throat, your mouth. The assault on your pussy is endless, not that you’d want it to end. You feel so whole, so full. As you should. You married Toji, you want your insides to be a perfect mould for his perfect length.

One of his large hands slithers to your breast, while the other settles happily on your clit once again. Your sweet little face is evidently overwhelmed by each individual sensation Toji is inflicting upon you. He’ll never grant you a moments rest to catch your breath. Cream him. Y’hear? Cream daddy’s cock.

“Wanna see you full with my kid, y’hear me baby? Gonna fuck you full one of these days.” he tells you. It’s bullshit, of course. He barely likes the one he’s saddled with, let alone a tiny one who needs constant attention. Although, that’s probably what he thinks you’re for. But you don’t mind Toji depositing his load inside of you, he always does. You’re protected. It’s almost risk free. You want his warmth. It’s your reward for being such an obedient little hole for him.

Your moans are broken and you’re squirming in every direction possible. He doesn’t stop fucking into you. The ferocity of your orgasm literally has you screaming through it all. Toji doesn’t care, he hopes his little brat is cringing upstairs in his room over this. You don’t care either, you can’t. You literally can’t stop yourself. Your husbands big arms are holding you close, skin tight in fact, as he continues drilling into you. Manly moans and huffs fill your ear and rush straight to your core. You didn’t think you could be any wetter, honestly, but you can feel how silky and wet Toji feels in your gummy insides.

And it’s just made worse when Toji finally cums right after you. Creamy white cum filling you up like a donut. He pulled out instantly. You couldn’t tell if you were hot or cold. The temperature of his seed dribbling down your inner thighs simply wasn’t registering in your mind. Was it warming or cooling you? Sperm is warm. Your insides feel warm, anyway. You shiver when Toji feels down your inner thighs. He briskly teases your clit before pulling away. His thick, white essence coating and webbing on his fingers.

“Look at that, baby.” he tells you. And you giggle as you stare, admiring it. It’s so opaque and thick, it almost looks like yoghurt. It’d get you knocked up in an instant if it could, you imagine. You keen and moan your way into a kiss with your husband as he fingers you again and forces his cum back into you. He pulls away from your mouth, biting your lip as he does. “Good fucking girl.”

Megumi hadn’t been listening to his music with those overpriced, noise-cancelling headphones your husband paid a fortune for. He never does when he riles his father up. Because he knows how his father likes to calm down when Megumi pisses him off to new heights. He takes it out on you.

Megumi pretends to slam the door when he approaches his room, but in actuality, he sits atop the staircase with his hands down his underwear. He’s been acting up more lately. Porn simply isn’t cutting it anymore. He likes to hear the moans of his step-mother as his father ruins her pretty, tight cunt. He hasn’t seen it, but he knows. You cry about it enough, after all. Daddy’s too big for you, right? Sick bitch. He’s not your daddy, you’re just a kinky slut. He doesn’t mind that, though.

It’s perfect material to jerk off to.

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𝘛. 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: After dinner your husband is left hungry, what can you do to solve it?

WARNINGS: NSFW!Smut, Handjob, Lactation Kink, Vaginal Sex, Fluff, Kids

You sat on the rocking chair and tried to get your baby to fall asleep. The last couple of days he had barely slept which meant you had to keep your eyes on him which shifted your whole entire life. You barely slept and had time to focus on anything else, which made your other son and your husband both jealous since all your attention was going to the baby. Although your husband understood and tried to help, but your four-year-old son couldn’t understand.

Dealing with them wasn’t the easiest task but when your husband wasn’t working he always tried his best helping out. But you still felt bad for your little Megumi who was used to having all your attention.

“Mommy…” He opened the door, and you were quick to shush him. The baby was almost asleep. You signaled Megumi to come your way and he did. You caressed his cheek with your free hand. You smiled at the sweet boy before standing up and putting your baby in the crib. You grabbed Megumi’s hand and walked with him out of the room. You gently closed the door before looking down at the sweet child.

“What’s up, honey?” You asked him, and he shook his head in response. He just wanted attention, which was something that he never lacked before, but he lacked now. You smiled at him, and pinched his cheek. “How about we watch a movie?”

“Yes!” He exclaimed. You grabbed his hand and walked downstairs to put on a kids’ movie on the TV.

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“Hello, love.” Toji kissed your cheek. He ruffled little Megumi’s hair and then waved at your youngest son, who was currently eating. Toji walked upstairs to change into something more comfortable, before joining you in the living room.

“I feel like he’s always eating. Little glutton.” Toji commented as he looked at the baby. When the baby finished eating, Toji grabbed him to hold him for a bit. Little Megumi stood up and walked over to try and get closer to the mounted TV.

“He’s always hungry and I’m overproducing milk.” You shared with your husband.

“Overproducing?” Toji raised his eyebrow and you hummed in response. He didn’t give it too much thought for the time being, instead he focused on Megumi. “Megumi, get back here!”

“No!” Megumi answered, his eyes looking up at the huge TV. You laughed, and stood up to pick up Megumi and put him down on the couch.

“We got some bad kids. One won’t stop crying, eating and shitting himself, and the other doesn’t follow anything of what his parents say.” Toji laughed, making your baby laugh as well. Toji smiled down at the baby. “That has got to be one of the cutest laughs I’ve ever heard.”

“It was ugly.” Megumi claimed.

“Stop being jealous of a toothless baby. He doesn’t even know how to talk, if anyone should be jealous it’s him.” Toji told Megumi. Toji was unsure of how to help Megumi’s jealousy come to an end. It’ll stop eventually, he knew that much. Or at least Megumi was always an attentive brother and he would ask about his younger brother whenever he wasn’t around.

“What would you like for dinner, Gumi?” You asked the child who shrugged in response. You then looked at your husband to try and see if he had something in mind. He had the same response as Megumi. The same exact expression too.

“Guess we’re eating whatever I want tonight.”

-

“Honey…” You heard your husband as you finished putting on your pajamas. You hummed in response and slightly turned your head to look at him. “I’m still hungry.”

“Really? I don’t think there’s anything in the kitchen that’s easy and fast to whip up.” You told him.

“Maybe not in the kitchen but maybe in the bedroom.” Toji responded, which made you completely turn your face to look at him. You raised your eyebrow. He knew you weren’t confused but instead needed some type of confirmation of what he really wanted. “That little glutton won’t even notice it, you told me you were overproducing.”

“Hmm, if you wanted to suck on my tits you needed to just say so. Simple as that.” You answered as you walked over to him, taking off your tank top. You sat down on the bed and patted your lap for him to lay down on.

He crawled into your lap and was quick to cup your breast with his hands. They had gotten so much bigger and heavier after your pregnancy, and he loved it. He brought his lips up and placed a couple of kisses on them before wrapping his mouth on your nipple. He was quick to suck, while his other hand began to play and pinch the other nipple.

Some milk from the nipple he was pinching dripped onto his hand so he let go of your breast and licked up his hand. He didn’t want any of the sweet milk to go to waste. You smirked at him. “You like it?”

He answered by latching his mouth back onto your breast, making a breathy moan escape from your lips. You threw your head back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, while your hand landed on his sweatpants.

You felt the huge bulge and you knew what you had to do. You reached under and palmed his erected cock. You pulled down his sweatpants to free his cock. You began to stroke it slowly. You looked down at his face to find him looking back at you.

He let go of your tit, making you think he was done. He looked down at the puffy nipple which made a smile stretch across his lips. He began to massage your tits. “I understand now.”

“What-” You were going to ask, but you knew he wasn’t going to respond as he wrapped his mouth around your other nipple. Even though you knew you were overproducing, you were getting worried that you wouldn’t have enough milk for your son when he’d wake up. But Toji’s mouth felt so good and you weren’t going to stop him.

Your hand continued going up and down his shaft. Your hand was covered in his pre-cum and never had you seen the man so excited. He wouldn’t come as fast with a handjob but the way his cock was twitching under your touch told you how close he was. Either it was because of the new experience or the fact that you had barely done anything after the birth of your second son.

You heard his muffled moans, and you felt the vibrations against your tit. He nursed on your tit as if his life depended on it. He came all over your hand, and since you had nothing nearby to clean it up, and he stopped you from standing up, you had to wipe it off on his shirt.

He finally pulled away, a bit of milk dripping down his chin. He looked as if he were in a state of euphoria. It took him a minute to get off your lap. He pulled down your sleeping shorts along with your panties. He moved his fingers through your folds and a smirk formed on his lips. “You’re so wet, baby.”

Toji’s fingers played with your clit, and he watched as your face became one of desperation. You wanted more. He knew you wanted more and even though he was the type to see you until you were practically begging. But tonight you had fed him and given him so much love after nearly four months of focusing all your love and attention on your kids.

His hands landed on your hips and he picked you up to place you on his lap. His lips landed on yours and you shared a short but passionate kiss. You pulled away and your eyes landed on his still-hard cock.

You lined yourself up with his cock and slowly settled yourself down on him. You took a minute to adjust to the size before beginning to move. But Toji had different plans as he began to move his hips.

His cock rapidly moved in and out of you, and you had to put your hand over your mouth. It felt so good. His cock brushed against your sweet spot repeatedly.

You closed your eyes again, holding back moans as his cock hit all the right spots. You felt his mouth wrap around your tit once again, and you should’ve known since they were practically bouncing in his face.

“Toji- s’ good-” You moaned, throwing your head back. He continued sucking, and moving his hips. Your hand reached down to play with your clit, since the man was too focused elsewhere so you knew he wasn’t going to play with it.

He felt as your walls tightened around his cock. He went somehow faster than before. He pulled away from your boob and put his lips on yours to muffle the loud moan that was about to come. You came around him, and as much as he wished to look at that face you always made while reaching your climax, he knew you were always so loud and the walls in your house weren’t the thickest.

“My beautiful wife.” He complimented as his hands landed on your hips. He began to slow down. You began to move.

“My handsome husband.” You responded, as your hands landed on his shoulders for support as you moved.

He couldn’t handle the way your cunt felt around him. The way you looked so hot without even trying. It didn’t take a lot of your movements for him to finish inside of you. His thick seed filled you up.

“The things you do to me.” He said as he helped you get off his cock. He had that look in his eyes. A look that you prayed would never go away, because you swore that the moment it was gone that it meant his love had vanished. He pressed a kiss on your lips and then gave you a sweet smile. “I love you to the moon and back.”

“I love you too, Toji.” You responded. For a moment you stared at each other in silence. The moment was cut short as you heard cries from the baby monitor.

“I got it.” He informed you as he fixed himself up. He took off his shirt and changed it for another, while fixing his sweatpants.

“I’ll go check on Gumi.” You informed him while grabbing the pajamas that were scattered on the bed.

Toji walked into the nursery and smiled at his crying son. He picked up the fussy baby, and the baby immediately stopped crying. Toji wasn’t sure if the baby just didn’t want to be in the crib or if the baby needed a diaper change.

“You and your brother are the best things that have happened to me.” He told the baby. He made his comments and was a bit jealous of the baby but that man adored that baby and his brother more than anything.

“Everything that I do is for you two. And for your mother, of course.”