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"You're spending the night at his house again? And you're not fucking?" Your roommate stares at you quizzically.
"Me and Megumi are just good friends, sometimes we hang out late and it's just easier for me to stay over." You explain with a shrug.
"Right…and this has nothing to do with Mr. Fushiguro, yeah?" She questions with a grin. You blush thinking about the older man you'd been not so secretly admiring since the first time you met him.
"O-of course not, he's barely home anyways." You zip up your bag having finished packing. Your roommate had heard you talk about just how hot Megumi's dad was and had simply had enough, apparently assuming you needed a little push.
She eyed your luggage with devious intentions, and when you left briefly she decided to sneak something special in. Your plans for the night were wholly innocent, deciding to bake together as you often do and then settle down for a movie.
You could certainly see yourself in a relationship with Megumi, but every time his father comes home you can't help your wandering eyes. You know it's wrong, but it's not like you're gonna do anything about it, right?
The night was going perfectly normal. The two of you were making banana muffins, your favorite, and were having fun goofing around during the process. Through these shenanigans, you happen to spill flour all over yourself, and Megumi chuckles at the accident.
"It's alright, I'll just change into my pajamas, be right back." You go upstairs to the guest room you stay in during your nightly visits and reach for your stuff. Upon opening your bag to change into your pajamas, you looked at the luggage in complete horror. Gone were the nice T-shirt and joggers you had picked out, in their place was a pair of booty shorts and a T-shirt your roommate had gotten you as a gift…your heart dropped at the sight.
A baggy T-shirt that read "I <3 hot dads" You should've guessed she would try to mess with you. "You've gotta be kidding me…" you quickly decided that the pajama shorts were a decent option to wear for the night, but that you wouldn't be caught dead wearing the shirt with the risk of Toji coming home at any moment. You retreat downstairs back to the kitchen.
"Megumi…" He turned to see you still in your flour covered shirt.
"Huh?" He turns to look at you,
"Can I borrow one of your shirts?" He cocks his head at you,
"Didn't you bring spare clothes?" You look down in shame.
"Well, my roommate messed with my bag, let's just say I don't want to wear what she gave me." He raises his eyebrow at you but shrugs, knowing the hijinx your roommate tends to pull on you. He retrieves a plain black T-shirt for you to slide over your body, unfortunately the size of it makes your shorts nearly not show.
The two of you finish your baking and end up watching a movie snacking on the fresh muffins before retreating for the night.
"Mind if I take a shower?"
"Yeah, of course. There are extra towels under the sink" He says with a yawn.
"Thanks Megs, good night." The two of you part ways.
"Night y/n."
With that, he retreats to his room. Entering the bathroom, you wrap a towel around your hair not wanting to deal with washing it without all of your specialty products. You turn the shower on and strip off your clothes, mistakenly discarding the shirt on the floor in front of the shower in your sleepy haze. Upon finishing your relaxing rinse, you step out, foot connecting with the fabric on the ground.
You slip and fall to the ground with a yelp and a thud, coating the shirt Megumi had lent you with water. You had also managed to get a cut on the middle of your back from scraping the counter on the way down that you'll need to remedy with at least a bandaid.
With a heavy and frustrated sigh, you bring yourself to your feet and wrap your still naked body with a towel. Shuffling through the shelves in the restroom you discover there are no bandaids to be found.
"Fantastic…" You utter to yourself, knowing you must venture downstairs. Your shorts were unscathed by the water, but unfortunately with how wet the shirt had gotten, you only had one option of what to wear. After returning to your room covered only by a towel you eye the shirt your roommate decided to torture with and slid it on your body.
"Just a quick trip downstairs, it's the middle of the night anyways, no way Mr. Fushiguro will be up." You find your way down the stairs and begin rooting through the cabinets looking for any form of first aid. "Come on, it's gotta be somewhere…"
"Looking for something?" You hear a deep voice from behind you running chills up your spine, on instinct you flip around to see toji standing shirtless adorned with nothing but a pair of pajama pants. Your heart is beating out of your chest as you see his eyes trail down to read the text on your shirt.
"Y-yes…accidentally cut myself on the counter in the bathroom, I just need a bandaid." You stumble out. He begins walking towards you, not stopping until he's barely inches away, tall height towering above you. You look up at him helplessly trying to guess his intentions of coming so close, before he raises an arm to grab a box of bandaids from the open shelf above you. He grins at how flustered you'd become at the proximity.
"Where's the cut?" He questions as he pulls something else from the shelf, what looks to be an ointment of some kind.
"It's umm…on my back." Your voice barely above a whisper.
"Well in that case, how bout I help you reach it? Wanna make sure it heals properly, right?" He asks looking down at you not giving any distance with a glint in his eye. You know that you should say no and that you'll just use a mirror, but you're entranced by the way the moonlight shines on his thick muscles and aren't ready to part with it
"Uh, yeah… I guess you're right."
He walks to the dining room table setting the bandaids and ointment on its flat surface before settling into the chair stationed in front of it. He looks at you expectedly and you walk over to him following his silent command.
"Turn around." He says matter of factly, you curse yourself for not already doing so knowing the wound is on your back. You turn to face away from Toji and you feel his arm touch the hem of your shirt, as he pulls it up to your mid back revealing the abrasion. It's trailing some blood so he stands again to walk over to the sink and wet a washcloth, leaving you to stare at his exposed back flexing with movement.
As he walks back he states a command that sends flutters to your lower half. "Hold it up." Obviously referring to your shirt. You gather it in your hands and lift it to where you can feel the pain of your wound, exposing a lot more of your midriff than you anticipated.
You hiss as you feel the warm washcloth make contact as he wipes away the remaining blood. You slightly flinch as you feel a cold gel touching your skin, but what makes your body freeze up is feeling a large, warm, calloused hand put pressure on your waist to keep you in place.
"Funny shirt…" He states, you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. You can't see it but know your face has gone completely red. His hand leaves your body and you instantly miss the warmth, but not long after you hear the familiar sound of a bandaid being ripped open and you feel the soft sticky cloth adorn your skin.
"Yeah, haha…" You try to play it off. "My friend got it for me as a joke and snuck it in my bag." You let your shirt fall back down as it appears toji has finished his treatment.
"Hmm, any reason she snuck it in tonight coming to my house?" He asks quizzically.
"N-no, I mean I don't think so. It's just her sense of humor-'' You are interrupted by two hands running up your shirt and gripping onto the bare skin of your waist pulling you down to land straddling his large firm thigh. You let out a harsh gasp at both the sensation of his bare skin on yours and the pressure his thigh is putting between your legs. As you come down the force has your back falling onto his chest and his head cranes to the crook of your neck.
"You know you're a bad liar." You feel an unmistakable pressure building in your abdomen and begin to gather wetness in your shorts, praying he can't feel it through the fabric.
"I'm very perceptive you know, noticing how you eye fuck me every time I'm around." His hot breath is fanning over where he leans into your neck, thumbs drawing circles in your waist.
"Fantasizing about your best friend's dad, how naughty~" You let out a small moan as he bounces his leg up giving you the friction you're yearning for between your thighs.
"Mr. Fushiguro I didn't mean to-" You stumble trying to do some damage control.
"Call me Toji," He interrupts you, "or if you'd like it more, daddy." He teased, his hands lower to your hips as he moves them up and down his leg, making you fuck his thigh.
You can't help but moan at the movement, quickly slapping a hand over your mouth knowing Megumi is sleeping just a floor above you.
"Don't want him to hear, huh? Might come down and see you fucking his dad's thigh~" At this point you're dripping wet, and he must feel it the way he groans into your ear, bringing his lips to connect with your neck. At this point he takes his hands off your hips noticing now they are grinding on him of their own volition.
His hands grip the hem of your shirt and lift it over your hand, holding it up to look at the design he chuckles to himself and then balls it up to shove into your mouth stifling your noises. His hands return to your hips and using full force he grinds you harshly on his thigh, also bouncing it up and down for double the pleasure.
You moan uncontrollably into the fabric, feeling your breasts bounce as you get closer and closer to your finish. He sucks hard on your neck, surely leaving marks you will have to cover with concealer as you leave the next day. With another slide up and down his musculature, you completely come undone releasing all over his thigh soaking both of your respective bottoms.
He lets go of your neck leaving a trail of saliva connected to his lips in its path as he takes the balled up shirt out of your mouth allowing your labored breaths to fall out. His hands run up your torso tracing your bare breasts, not having put on a bra after your shower.
"How about it sweetheart, want some more?" You know you should say no, yes you're a college student but he was still your senior of 20 ish years give or take. Oh yeah, and he's the father of your best friend innocently sleeping a few feet above you. But you acknowledge this was a fantasy you had touched yourself to on one too many occasions and who knew when this opportunity would present itself again.
With a heavy sigh, you reply. "...Yes please."
He smirked from behind you before effortlessly lifting you up into his arms bridal style whisking you away as you gasp from the sudden movement. Moving to the living room seemingly too impatient to make it to his bedroom, he plops you down on the couch snaking his hands to loop around the waistband of your shorts and panties, tantalizingly dragging them down your legs to finally cast them aside on the ground.
Your face turns tomato red now being completely naked in front of toji, who's hard length is showing through his pants. You drag your eyes to it, slightly widening at how large it appears to be even hidden behind thick fabric. Leaving his pants on, much to your dismay, he climbs on top of you, caging you within his buff body overpowering you completely.
"Mr. Fushiguro-'' He silences you with his lips melting against yours before pulling away before your tongues could meet.
"What did I say? Don't call me that." He scolds.
".... Daddy ?" He feels his cock twitch hearing you say the lewd word.
"That's better~" He leans back, crashing his lips with yours. You can feel the scar on his lip and it's a very welcome sensation. A hand comes to your breast to tweak your nipple, your lips part with a soft moan and he snakes his tongue in exploring every inch of your mouth. You wrap your legs around his waist trying to pull your bodies closer, he pulls away from your lips and you pout with disapproval.
"So needy, had no idea my son's little girlfriend was such a slut ." He finds your flustered face adorable as he trails kisses down your body, face nestling between your thighs inches away from your dripping heat.
"Megumi isn't my boyfrie- aHH~" Your sentence is interrupted by feeling Toji's tongue lick your cunt slowly from top to bottom. You grab a pillow and slap it over your mouth desperately trying to stifle your moans.
"You know of all the girls he's hung around with, you've always been my favorite." Another lick, tongue diving further into your folds causing you to come even more undone.
"Wearing those short little skirts every time I'm home, batting those pretty eyelashes when you thank me for letting you stay over~" You were glad the pillow covered the look of shame painted on your face. Unfortunately, it also obscured your vision, blocking your view of two of his wide fingers making their way towards your entrance.
When they enter your folds you moan into the pillow and arch your back, he revels in how you clench around them. "I bet you touch yourself thinking about my cock, don't you?" His fingers pump in and out of you at an unrelenting pace.
"I bet you'll be glad to know everytime you have a little sleepover here, I fuck my hand picturing doing this to you over and over, fucking you so hard you can't walk straight." You're sure you're ruining the pillow with the slobber you're drooling out being unable to shut your mouth, moans flowing out of you at an uncontrollable volume.
His tongue dives in to match the pace of his fingers, you rut your hips against his face begging for more pleasure. Answering your prayers, his lips come to harshly suck on your clit and it's enough for you to come undone, cumming all over his face.
You remove the pillow from your face, wiping the drool away from your mouth with your wrist. You look down to see Toji eyeing you like a predator looking at his meal, you had never seen such a lustful look in a man's eyes and it sends shivers down your spine. As he removes himself from you and stands you can see a wet spot on his pants, but you can't see exactly how hard he's throbbing.
He wants to eat you.
He grins at how you ogle him, gripping his own waistband he slowly and teasingly drags his pants and boxers down allowing his hard cock to spring against his abdomen. He's so big, in every sense of the word. His giant biceps, shredded abs, sculpted thighs, he looked like a statue carved from marble. As he approaches the couch, you come to terms with what's about to happen. Toji Fushiguro is about to fuck you raw.
He climbs on top of you, carnivorous gaze never leaving your naked form. He cages you underneath him, clasping one of his hands in yours in a strangely gentle gesture. You feel him line up his cock to your throbbing cunt, arousal drooling all over your thighs, and begins pushing his tip in, you gasp at the incredible sensation of your fantasy finally being fulfilled.
That bliss is quickly cut short as you both hear a thud from upstairs and the turning on of a light.
Oh fuck , Megumi is awake. Your mind begins spiraling, did he hear you? Is he coming downstairs?
Your mind is slightly put at ease by hearing the fan lowly whir in the bathroom above you. He was just using the bathroom, as long as you and Toji wait it out it should be ok and you can finish your activity…but Toji has other ideas.
You are quickly snapped back to reality by feeling an incredibly pleasurable sting in your lower region as you feel your cunt stretched open to its fullest. You quickly bring your arm to your mouth and bite down to stomach your moan, Megumi very likely to hear if you aren't quiet.
Toji is ever so slowly pushing his entire length within you, smiling wickedly as he watches you squirm underneath him trying to hide your mind-blowing pleasure. As ashamed as you would be of Megumi seeing your current state, the possibility of him coming down to see his father stuffing your dripping wet cunt full inch by inch as you moan in pleasure is doing unholy things to you.
When he fully sheaths within you, you've never felt fuller in your life, completely overwhelmed by his touch and the way you can literally see him protruding in your abdomen. As a gift from god, you hear the sounds of a toilet flushing, a sink running, and finally a closing of his bedroom door.
You let out a sigh of relief, but the air is knocked out of you as you feel Toji slide his length out of you only to roughly slide back in. Your mouth opens to a silent scream as your toes curl and your back arches, he begins ramming in and out of you.
To silence both of your noises he brings his lips to yours so you swallow each other's sounds of pleasure. Your legs wrap around his waist begging for closer proximity and you can feel him twitching and throbbing within you. You pull away to gasp for air that you had both run out of.
"F-fuck y/n, feel better than I, ah- imagined-" He dives into your neck.
"Toji, I'm g-gonna, mphhhh~ "
He shoves his fingers into your mouth to quiet your noises and you obscenely suck on his fingers.
"Shit , y/n, gonna cum- gonna fill you up-" With one final thrust your stuffed pussy can't take it any longer and you cum all over him, the clenching of your cunt sends him into his own climax as you feel warm thick liquid filling your womb.
Your scream is muffled by his fingers, and after you both ride out your orgasms he removes them only to bring them to his own mouth to lick the saliva off. The two of you hold each other as you breathe heavily, both processing what you had done to each other and the tension that was finally released.
"I think that shirt fits you."