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hoshigray · 2 years ago

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𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 | toji fushiguro

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your ex-husband bringing the kids over for trick-or-treating is one thing; him wanting to spend the night at your place is another. But it's just for the night. There's no way one night can rekindle some old feelings...right?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader is around their mid-30s - Tsumiki (age 11) and Megumi (age 9) - mutual pining - kissing/makeout sessions - unprotected sex - Daddy kink - breast sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - spooning + mating press - cervix fucking - breeding kink - praise - clitoral play (pressing and grinding) - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie, sweet thing) - you and Toji have been divorced for five years - cameos: Gojo, Utahime and Mei Mei - mention of drool/spit and tears - humor bc I'm [not] funny.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.6k (....dawg.)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy Halloween, everyone!! so, randomly missed writing ex-husband! toji bc it's lowkey my favorite, soooo yeah, this is what we're doing to celebrate the end of the month! anywho, happy October, beautiful ppl, and tysm for reading my works!! Alsooo, ty for 2.8k!!!

“Trick-or-treat!!”

“Gasp—Oh my goodness!”

“We came to celebrate Halloween! Also, Megumi forgot his toothbrush here again.”

Opening your door to children at the sunset of Halloween day isn’t out of the ordinary or anything special. However, it’s always a pleasant surprise when it’s two kids you hold dear to your heart. You greet them with a hug, two siblings you know too well to say you’re acquainted with. If anything, you’re practically family.

The raven-haired brother, referred to as Megumi, speaks up. “It’s not my fault! Dad was rushing me last time.”

“Because you had to bring your stuffed animals last time, holding us back for your baseball practice.” Tsumiki, the older sister, snapped back. The two argue amongst themselves in front of you as you try to mediate. It’s no avail until another voice comes to the fray.

“All right, chill out, you two.” The voice belonged to the person approaching the porch stairs, your eyesight capturing the familiar figure walking up with two duffle bags. The one standing tall before you was the father of the children, Toji Fushiguro. Who’s also known as your one and only former husband. “Get inside and finish y’r homework, or else we’re goin’ back home.”

The siblings stop bickering and head inside, taking off their shoes at the foyer and walking upstairs. Now that they’re gone, you turn to the man with the jet-black hair, his viridian orbs focused on you. The weather was chilly, so the man wore his usual dark denim jacket over his plain black sweatshirt, matching his jeans. “You look good, big guy. What’s in the bags?”

He greets you with a curled lip, and the scar on the side of his lip lifts. “Picked them up from their after-school sports, so it’s their sports gear and costumes for tonight. Mind helpin’ me here?”

“Hmmm,” you merge your facial expressions to that of faux pondering, turning your back to Toji. “Nah, can’t. Got dinner to finish making.”

“Hmph, should’ve known.” He makes his way through between you and the front door. “Wouldn’t wanna break your pretty nails carrying heavy shit, huh, princess?”

You glare at him using the nickname, hating his patronizing gaze. “From what I remembered, you would never let me carry the heavy stuff because you thought I was too fragile and easy to break. So how about that, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor?”

“Really? I don’t remember sayin’ all that before. You must’ve put me in a spell.”

“Probably, I’ve been told I’m quite cute~.”

“Mmm, nah, more like an old hag of a witch.” Toji barks a laugh at your offended reaction, and he immediately ducks and heads for the stairs when you throw a sandal at him.

“At the very least, say I’m a cute witch, fucker.” You say the final word under your breath, grabbing the sandal you threw and heading back to the kitchen.

To say you and Toji were acquainted with one another would be the biggest understatement of the century. The two of you met a decade ago, fell madly in love, and married within a year of the relationship. When you tied the knot, Tsumiki had to have been two years old, and Megumi just turned one year old. You two had been together for four years after that, and you could confidently say those were one of [if not THE] best years of your life. You often second-guessed yourself being in a relationship with someone who had children, fearing that they wouldn’t like you or ignore you.

However, those worries were blown right away as the days went by. Every time you spent time with the children brought you three closer than ever; it was to the point that they saw you as their mother. How sweet! And there’s no denying that Toji loved you. The man would break someone’s nose for you — yes, it happened before, and it wasn’t pretty — for you were his sweet little thing that kept him going.

Well, if it was so great, why the divorce? Let’s just say you weren’t Toji’s first love. That title would have to be awarded to the Megumi’s mother. Even in her unfortunate passing, you can tell that Toji loved that woman like no other. It didn’t make you jealous or anything, seeing the man you love still mourn for a dead woman. Hell, you’d probably do the same if you were him. But, you can’t lie; it felt like you were cast over a “shadow” when it came to her influence. It was damn near suffocating to bear, especially in those four years of marriage. So, for your sake and his aching heart, you pulled him aside and suggested a divorce. And Toji didn’t fight you on the proposition, signing the papers and setting you free from the thick air.

Although things ended between you two, that didn’t mean things stopped being what they were. If anything, it was as if nothing happened at all. Even if you still don’t live under the same roof, you still make time to hang with the Fushiguros, whether invited to some occasion or exchange phone calls or texts to check up on them. Even now, five years after your separation, it warms your heart knowing that you get to interact with the people you care about.

There are moments you find yourself missing living under the same roof with all three of them and living alone can be pretty lonely. But all in all, as long as they’re comfortable and trust you enough to be around, there’s no need to change things up again. Like right now — the four of you sit at the dinner table eating before the kids go off trick-or-treating.

“Are you going to trick-or-treat with us, Y/n?” The brown-haired child sitting next to you asks while finishing up her dinner.

“Sorry, not this time, gotta be at a Zoom meeting for my job in a few minutes. But I do have someone else to take my place. Gojo will be here at around—Why are you two making that face?” You stop mid-sentence to notice Megumi and Toji at the other side of the table, displaying disgusted facial expressions at the mention of the white-haired other’s name.

“Why him?” They said in unison.

“Why not??” You question their irritation.

“He’s so annoying…” Again, in unison. Proof enough that they’re father and son.

You sigh as you get up to take your plate to the sink. “Oh, come on, you two, it’s not like he’ll be with you guys the entire night. He has a party at a friend’s he’s going to later.”

“Isn’t he too old to trick-or-treat?” Tsumiki questions, noting that Gojo is way past his undergraduate years.

“He is, but whatever gets that prick any free sweets,” Toji answers his daughter before getting up to put his dish in the sink.

You exit the kitchen, head into the living room, and sit on the couch. The laptop you had placed there was ready to open and unlock, and you clicked on applications and windows to look through before your meeting started in the next three to two minutes. He should be here about—

DING-DONG!!

Now.

Right on cue, you motion for Toji to grab the front door, and he follows your command. “Kids, Gojo’s here!” You shout out to the two kids who still sit at the table. “When you’re done eating, you can go upstairs and put your costumes on. But whoever finishes last has to do the dishes.” You can hear commotion from the table as the brunette rushes to put her dish in the sink and dash for the stairs. Megumi groans to himself; you giggle when you hear him mutter an “Aww man…”

You pull out your headphones to connect to your laptop, put them in their respective ears, and prepare yourself for the meeting. Ignoring the faint passive-aggressive tones of your ex-husband when greeting Gojo at the door…

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Your eyes flutter open, noticing the lighting change around the living room. The orange sunlight no longer decorated the space, substituted with the gradual darkness that overtakes you. The only source of light you can figure out is the flashing from the television screen.

Aside from the TV, there are no other signs of life. There aren’t any signs of Tsumiki or Megumi around playing or causing a raucous. It could only mean the two are still trick-or-treating with Gojo.

One blink, two blinks. I must’ve fallen asleep after the meeting… You hum while sinking to the couch, burying your face into the pillow.

But…since when did your pillow act like it was breathing with a heartbeat? And…I smelt that cologne before…How?

“Ya awake now?”

You raise your head, realizing you are not lying on your couch. Technically, you were; however, you were lying on something else on the furniture with you – more like someone.

It’s then you realize that you were lying on Toji during your entire slumber, him leaning on the end of the couch, one leg spread to make room for you to sleep on him while you sit on the other. And you can guess that you had your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warm figure. He looks at you with his green eyes now darkened by the room, yet you can see their glow from the television light. And that small smile he gives you, the scar on the right side of his lip lifted upward. The familiar butterflies in your stomach flutter like before. Like old times sake…That must be embarrassing, huh?

You frantically try to get off of him, “Sorry about that, I thought—“

“No, no,” Toji places a stern hand on your back, keeping you from moving further. “You were comfortable.”

You stare at him for a few seconds until your face contours to a look, and a smile starts to creep up while you situate yourself back to your original position, pressing your face back on his chest to listen to the beats of his heart again. “I recall having this couch all to myself not too long ago, so where’d you come from?”

“Well, I wanted to watch some sports highlights, but I figured you’d kick my ass if I pulled you off and had you sleep on the floor instead.” With the click of your tongue, he chortles. You bet your ass I would. “So, I decided to have ya sleep on me while I watch TV.”

“What’s wrong with the other side of the couch? It’s quite vacant and enough for a big guy like you.”

“True,” his hand rubs circles on your back, an old habit he did when he used to have you like this. “But then I’d be lonely.”

You titter. “That’s big for someone who said he thrives on being alone.”

“I thrive being alone when I’m working.” You’re glad he can’t see your eyes roll; he’d probably grab you by the cheeks like a child. “Besides, why would I wanna be alone when I have you for myself.”

And there it is, your cheeks begin to warm up. Or was it because you’re so close to him that his heat is transferring to you? That’s probably it, yeah. Let’s change the subject…”How long was I out for? I remember the kids left around 7:30-ish.”

“Mmm, it’s going to eleven right now.”

Three and a half hours? Damn. “It’s past their bedtime.”

Toji scoffs. The abrupt motion of his chest rising is satisfying in a way that makes you even more comfortable. “You still think they’re gonna sleep with all that sweet shit they got?” He snickers some more as you shake your head.

“They know better. When you guys get home, be sure to put their candy bags on the top shelf of the closet for the morning.”

“Still traumatized from that one time?”

“Uhhh, yes??” The memory flashes to you for a quick moment, but the dread from before still haunts you. Megumi was six years old and Tsumiki seven, returning home from trick-or-treating and immediately tasting their labor from that night. However, what you didn’t expect was for them both to eat almost half their bags. Let’s just say, thanks to their sugar rushes, they didn’t drop dead until the hour hand touched two of the morning. “Unless it’s the weekend, never again.”

The way the older man chuckles is so therapeutic — it nearly makes you want to fall asleep again. “You weren’t the one chasin' Megumi all over the place tryin' to get him to sleep. Little squirt gets his speed from me.”

“Awww, poor you~” You can sense the glare as you respond in a condescending, sing-song tune. “You and him are always butting heads. Like father, like son.”

“Tch, hate that sayin’ so fuckin’ much.”

“Why? ‘Because it’s true?”

“Shut up.” The hand he used to rest his head comes down to pinch your nose. You wriggle out of his hold with giggles, but he happily keeps you grounded to him with his stronghold and a leg wrapped around to prevent yours from moving. “He only listens to you. Such a sweet lil’ baby to you, huh? Puttin’ my own son against me.”

More giggles prompt out of tiny guilt, and you bring up a hand to rub on his chest. “He’s such a bright boy now. Growing up so big and fast.”

“Miki, too. That girl is way too smart fr' me to catch up. And she’s becoming so kind and strong, crazy to think she made me play teacups when she could barely go down the stairs by herself.” Toji hums, the vibrations felt on the pads of your fingers. “Think she gets that from you.”

You shook your head. “They’re your babies. They do amazing things because they have a big guy like you to catch them if they ever fall.”

“Hmm, fair…But let’s not pretend I’m the best dad in the world. Fuck, never in my life did I think I’d be a dad, especially with two kids. I didn’t know shit back then — still! I still don’t know shit.” You don’t say anything, just listening to him voice his thoughts to you. Because he knows you’d listen – you always do. “If you weren’t there for them, I don’t think they’d be shining like this. Y’re definitely the thing that brought us up together. They look up to you so much. Ya did so well with them.”

Nodding aimlessly, his black sweatshirt grazing on your cheek. “Thank you. Same to you. Didn’t do so bad yourself, big guy.”

“Mmm.”

Nothing is said between you two after that. The only thing that makes noise is the voices coming from the television. The volume lowered, an initiative you could guess from Toji wanting you to get some rest. The silence was too awkward that it might torture some, but it was fine where it was. There was no need to change it, especially when you were comfortable in each other’s embrace.

That is, until Toji asks, “Do you miss it?” The rubs on your back go slower, his fingertips drawing a ticklish sensation.

“Of course I do. All the time.” You answer honestly, turning your head to rest your chin on him. Your eyes glimpse directly at his, giving him a tiny grin. “Why ask? I know the kids miss me being around; what about you? Miss me nagging and putting you to work all the time?”

He sneers at your comment. “Every day.”

It was such a simple answer, yet it had the power to wipe that smirk right off your face. Your eyes locked in his sight, and your heart tuning to an irregular rhythm. Oh, come on, Y/n, get a grip! “Ahem—Toji, I hope you know that I never stopped missing everything we had — I never will. Those years that we shared were probably the best I’ve had. We had happy moments, others sad, of course. But, God, do I miss it all. I miss it so much. I miss having you guys here. Miki and Gumi and—“

“Me?” Good Lord, if this man doesn’t stop looking at you with those goddamn eyes of his, such captivating orbs that say more than he lets on. Your breath hitches, and so does the hand on your back. “Hmm? Ya miss me, baby?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why’d you have to call me that? And it gets worse when he places his free hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin while the forefinger teases the lobe and tragus of your ear. Goddammnit…

“...Yes,” your voice was down a whisper, which could easily be mistaken with the television. But you know Toji heard you, loud and clear. “Especially you, Toji.” You said it. The words that he wanted to hear from you. They felt so forbidden to say, yet it was the truth. You avert your gaze away from him. But you knew that wouldn’t work, not right now. Toji taps your cheek with his thumb, and your eyes sheepishly return to his.

He doesn’t say anything, and that makes your heart beat at an unbearable rate. It’s all you can hear when you stare into his deep emerald eyes, the sound of it ringing your eardrums as if you could puke. Your throat running dry, so you gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob. If something could just happen to end this anxious torture, that would be great.

And then your prayers get answered: something does happen. Toji slowly brings his face closer to yours — your body goes rigid, and you instantly face away before the inevitable happens. No, I didn’t mean that!

“Aht aht, don’t do that, baby.” His hand slithers from your cheek to your chin, forcing you to face straight at him. “Lemme see you.”

“Toji, wait,” your voice travels out in a shaky breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t cross this line anymore.”

He listens to your pleas, but his body does otherwise. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead while the hand on your back snakes downward. “Why not?” His gruff voice dialed down to a whisper.

“Because—Mmmm…” Toji interrupts you by licking the helix of your ear. Oh, you slick bastard. “We’re supposed to be done…”

“That’s not stoppin’ me from takin’ care of my sweet thing.” Jesus Christ, you almost melted from the way he whispered that to your ear. He’s pulling out all the same old tricks, and it gets more hellish by the second as you try not to give in. “So, y're gonna let me take care of you like I always do, right, mama?”

Both his hands now rest on your ass, groping it while your hips sway as if they have a mind of their own. The leg between yours comes up slightly, making you ride on it. The heat on your cheeks has already blossomed to your ears, making it hard to think straight. Gripping his sweatshirt, your hips ride his thigh to ease the throbbing sensation that grows with every motion. Good God, you shouldn’t be doing this. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. However, it’s been so long that you felt wanted like this — wanted by him. It’s all the same – his voice, his hands, his words, his body, and the names he calls – yet here you are turning into putty.

“Haaahh, Mmmfff…Toji, please,” Toji withdraws his face from your shoulder, leaving him to examine your expression. You must look so dumb right now, with your hooded eyes and shivering lips. But, at this point, do you even care? “Please…Treat me right.”

One moment, you see his gaze narrow with a devious glint. Next, you’re taken aback when Toji slams his lips on yours, kissing and sucking your bottom lip until you give him access. With a moan, you open your mouth for him and sink deeper into the kiss. Your hands come around his neck, keeping him focused on you and you alone. Not that he would have it any other way.

His strong hands continue to knead your asscheeks while you hump and grind on his thigh. Nibbling on your lip, you whimper helplessly for him. It strokes his ego, knowing he’s making you like this, the fucking bastard. He takes in your tiny cries happily, shoving his tongue to play with yours. You give in to him, almost losing your balance riding his thigh, yet Toji’s lips never leave yours.

You break the kiss to get an imperative breath, panting loudly and sweetly for him as Toji kisses and licks your ear. The sounds make your lower region twitch. “Hnnmm, fuck…That’s my girl. So fuckin’ good fr’ me always, Y/n…” You can feel him slide a hand up to the hem of your leggings, forcing it inside for his thick fingers to brush up on the bare flesh of your butt. You gasp sharply. Him squeezing your butt has you biting down on his sweatshirt. “—Hahhh, Oh God, Toji,” With every squeeze, he inches closer to your panty-covered chasm, where you know he’d find a damp spot. Please touch me. Please, please, plea—

CLACK-CLINK!!

The two of you are frozen stiff when you hear the sound of the door opening and closing, the foyer lights turned on. “Alright~, we got you guys home. See ya later!” That was Gojo’s voice, indicating everyone was finally back from trick-or-treating. This means that Tsumiki and Megumi are about to see you on top of their father, his hand in your leggings and smacking lips with yours. Your eyes shoot wide with horror — immediately remove yourself from Toji and stand up from the couch to pull your bottoms up. You barely had the chance to peek at Toji because the kids already run to the living room to find you two.

“Y/n, Y/n, look!” The brunette was the first to greet you with her adorable pink Barbie cowgirl costume. She and her brother, dressed as Sasuke Uchiha, cheerfully showcased their pillowcases full of candy. “Look at all this candy we got!”

“Wooow, you guys really went on a haul,” you can only hope they can’t see you sweating bullets through your fake reaction. “Wh–Where’s Gojo?”

“He dropped us off here a few seconds ago and left for the party,” The raven-haired boy answered while scanning his pillowcase.

You only nod along until you frantically wipe your mouth, realizing the tiny trail of spit from the corner of your mouth. “Umm—Ahem, well then, I’m glad you two got all that candy. Now, let’s hurry up and get you guys home so you can get ready for school tomorrow!”

But the children didn’t move an inch. Actually, they looked like they were going to tell you something. You lift a brow. Oh no, they’re going to look at each other. They looked at each other and then glanced back at you. Oh, God, no. “Uhhh, Y/n, we were thinking.” Big sister Tsumiki is always the one who asks the following question. “Can we stay over?”

You inhale a massive breath, yet you do your best not to exhale a heavy sigh. “Kids, you promised to keep the overnight stays to three at max per month. This will be the fifth!”

“Yeah, but it’s dark out. Plus, it’s way past our bedtime.” The younger chimes in with a tiny pout. “We’ll be asleep by the time Dad gets us home.”

And here comes Tsumiki with the tag-team response to add on. “And that means he’ll have to make continuous trips back and forth from the car. Picking me and Megumi up, getting our bookbags, the bags full of candy, the whole thing! We already packed up our PJs just in case.”

You stood there staring at the two in astonishment. There’s no way they thoroughly planned this out. There’s just no way… And to make it worse, they were making valid arguments. You open your mouth to say something, but the two give the best puppy eyes they can. The wave of guilt hits like a train, internally cringing. You turn to Toji, who still sits on the couch, and the motherfucker only gives you a shrug. Wow, what a helpful father he is.

You groan into your hands, shaking your head while looking at the kids who wait for your verdict. “…Alright, you can stay as long as you PROMISE to put those candy bags in my bedroom closet. Deal?” The happy smiles and aggressive head shakes should answer your question. “Good, now go ahead and take your showers before you head for bed.” They rushed to the stairs by the time you finished that sentence, so enthusiastic about staying the night at your house, and you can’t help but smile hearing their footsteps run up the stairs.

With that being said, you turn to the older man again. Your brows are trenched down, but your smile is still present. “So, you legit just sat there and let those two tag-team me like that? In my own house?”

Another shrug with a dumb smirk on his handsome face. “Told you: too smart fr’ me to catch up.” You shake your head before exiting to get the kids and guest rooms ready, leaving him with the television.

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The midnight hour has finally danced its way into the darkness of the night. Halloween is finally over, and the month of October is no more. The pitter-patter sound of the rain cleanses the neighborhood of its merits and festivities that partook hours ago, ready for a new phase of the year to take over.

After having the guest room ready with sheets and sleepwear for Toji and kissing the kids goodnight, you rinse your stress off with a nice shower and put on your pajamas to get ready for bed. After you turn the lights off, you drape the comforter over your figure as your body sinks with the cozy sheets and pillowcase. Your eyes close while focusing on the curtains of your window, the only light piercing inside being the lampposts by the street.

…Well, at least that’s what’s supposed to happen. But that’s not the case because you’re not the only one lying comfortably on your mattress. Instead, Toji is here with you, in your room, on your bed, his chest to your back, and his hand roaming inside your oversized shirt. Your lips are now connected with his, sharing your erotic moans with his enticing groans, and you get a little louder as his fingers cup and play with your breast.

“Mmphh…Ahhhh, I thought I told you you’re sleeping in the guest room—Nmmff!” He tweezes your nipple with his forefinger and thumb roughly.

“And I thought you’d be smart enough to know that wasn’t gonna happen.” Toji kisses the crook of your neck, drawing near your ear for him to whisper. “Besides, look at you. Still sleepin’ with no underwear on?”

“Hmph, only when I have a man around the house.” That answer got you another rough tweak on your nip and a purposeful gnaw to your ear. You knew he’d react like that, never liking the mention of another man leaving your mouth – especially during an intimate time like this.

“That so? What man you know that can handle all this?” Toji then moves from his side to be between your legs, pulling up your shirt to fully expose your chest. And your breathe hitches while his free hand travels down your abdomen to your bottoms.

“Ahhhh, no one. Just you...” You look at him with half-lidded eyes, taking in his reaction to what you said. The salacious grin on his face becoming broader should entail that he greatly loved that retort.

He brings his face to your other unattended nipple, “Good answer, princess.” The nub of your breast enters his mouth, and the wet warmth of his tongue greets it with lapped motions and grazes from his teeth. Despite that, it doesn’t distract you from the fact your bottoms are pulled down with ease and are thrown to the bedroom floor, leaving your cunt out for him, your erotic fluids seeping and glistening from the outside lights.

Toji plays with your folds until he can stuff his pointer finger into your chasm, the insertion resulting in your body’s jolt. It’s been a long while since you had his thick digit inside you, playing and scraping the inner walls to evoke whimpers. God, it felt so good, this satisfying feeling returning to awaken your body to his touch. He interacts with your body as if he’s the only person who knows how to get you going – and it’s the truth. No one can put you in a blissful haze quicker than this man. And you’d prefer to keep it that way.

The addition of his middle finger into your leaky entrance startles you, the thick digit making its way in with such vigor that he uses both fingers to scrape the velvety texture of your walls. Your eyes are now screwed shut at the growing commotion between your thighs, and the heat within your body flourishing all around gets to your head. “—Khmm, Oh fuuck, Toji. Please, don’t stop.”

With a soft ‘pop’ noise from his lips, Toji replies to your demands. “I’m sorry, what’s my name again?” You giggle with trenched brows. Of course, how could I forget?

“Nmmph, D-Daddy, pleaseee, I’m so clo—Ahhhann!!” He puts his thumb to your clit, grinding down on it unexpectedly. “I wanna cum, pleaseee…”

“Hmmm, good girl,” he teased, laying down kisses, nibbling on the skin of your stomach and inner thighs until he arrives at your leaking slit. Your body jerks up from the bed when you feel the cold, wet muscle slowly lick on your clitoris before ravaging your folds. The sounds of his mouth on your cunt are so lewd to the ear, slurping noises from his lips with the lapping motions of his tongue claiming your come are too much for you. And when he uses his hand to swipe and pinch your clit? Oh, it’s a wrap. Your release comes out without control, biting down on your bottom lip to make sure your cries don’t leave this space for the kids to hear. Their room is on the other side down the hall; tonight isn’t the night for too many risks.

When your trembling body calms down and subsides, Toji withdraws his face from between your thighs. Your essence paints his mouth, and he wipes his chin clean while licking the remnants that coat his scarred lips. “Hmph, missed tastin’ you like that.” You open your eyes when your high finally evades you, watching your ex-husband pull down his sweats. His erection springs out and hits his stomach, your mind going rampant with thoughts as you ogle at his freed limb. Shit, it’s been so long. Will that shit even fit me again?

“Don’t think it’ll fit, baby?” Damn him, he loves teasing you. Toji then discards his black wife-beater, at long last revealing his well-built, brawny physique that has you drooling for him. He uses his hands to maneuver your legs—your knees pushed to your chest as your legs propped up on his shoulders. A position you’re all too familiar with. Your eyes don’t leave Toji’s cock as he aligns his cock to your slick-coated folds. “Take some breaths fr’ me, sweetie. Can’t take care of you when you’re all tense.”

You take up on his advice and begin taking deep breaths, reminding yourself to maintain the steady pattern as he pushes the tip of his dick between the lips of your cunt. Every inhale is where he nudges into the hole of your inner cavern, and every exhale gives you time to breathe out the pain that comes in for a split second. This carries on until the cockhead wedges itself perfectly into your vagina, along with the inches of his girth that stretches until the base kisses your lips, the tip of him kissing your cervix. Tears swell up in your eyes, taking more deep breaths to prepare yourself for what’s about to come.

“Oooh fuuuck…Heh, yeah, that’s my baby right there. Fittin’ so perfect fr’ me, mama…” He puts his weight on you, keeping your figure unmoving under his bow.

“Nmmmf, Daddyyy,” you’re forced to take in all of him, and drool trails down your lips with no hope of taking care of it. “…I’m so full, you’re too much…”

“I know, sweetie, I know.” He wipes your spit after kissing your forehead. How gentle compared to what you’re about to go through. “Gonna move now.” His thrusts start slow for the two of you to adjust to each other; the feeling of his length’s veins coming in and out of your chasm is so euphoric, and the kisses to your cervix want your body to writhe and squirm. But you’re bent into this position for a reason: forced to submit to him no matter what. So you do just that.

Yet your horny haze gets more potent once he picks up the pace, rutting into you with increased speed. Your slit, still sensitive from earlier, gets overstimulated with the constant grazes on your gummy walls and jabs to your tender cervix. It takes everything in your power not to come so early.

“—Hahhhh, Nmmph. Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Toji groans above you, the thrusts of his pelvis increase to an irregular rhythm, grinding deep into your cunt to the point of uncontrollable babbles escaping your lips. His bullying on your insides results in you gripping his length hard, causing the older man to hiss and moan at your contractions. “—Ohhhfuuuckk!! Jesus Christ, baby. Y’re gonna make me go crazy.”

As if that wasn’t already happening now that he pistons his cock into your wetness, your brain turning into mush from the onslaught of ruts to your puffy wet chasm. Tears stream down your face, and more drool follows down with more precise hits to your delicate canal. The pounding in your head makes it hard to think of anything else, the squelching noises and paps of Toji’s balls hitting your cunt making it worse.

“D-Daddyyy, I’m—Ohoooo!! Oh, Jesus, ohhhshit!” You can’t formulate a proper sentence, too engulfed with the electrifying sensations coursing through your body.

“Damn, you feel too fucking good—Hnngh!!” Toji places his forehead on yours, resting his entire weight on you while his hips have a mind of their own. “‘Bout to make me knock you up…”

Oh, good Lord. The mere thought of having a child is the last thing that should be on your mind. But in a time like this, who in their right mind would be thinking straight? “Nnnfff! Oh God, pleaseee, fill me up, Daddyy!” Green eyes narrow with trenched brows. “—Pleasepleasepleaseee!! I want you to fill me up so bad, I want it, I want—Hyaaaaa!!”

How can he deny your desperate, teary pleas when you’re urging him on like this? “Heh, you’re so fuckin’ sexy, mama.” Toji captures your lips with his, your mewls taken by him as you sink further into your pleasurable thrill.

Sporadic thrusts of his pelvis produce more raunchy noises in the joining of your sexes, his heavy balls smacking on your cunt as he drives the base of his cock straight into you. Your slit is now a puffy mess, come and slick form a soapy mess that Toji now harbors a milky ring around his girth. A few rushed, sloppy thrusts heighten your high once more, and then Toji presses his pelvis down to the hilt on one final, harsh thrust, unloading his seed into your aching folds. And your climax follows in a few seconds, the walls of your cunt fluttering on his pulsating dick as your essence soaks him. Your muffled shrieks are received by him, quivering under him until the aftershocks wash through your body.

Once you two breathe at a steady tempo and the nerves of your sweaty bodies fall still, the kiss is broken with heavy pants and a string of spit that links you two together. Toji buries his face between your neck and shoulder, licking and kissing your skin as you’re allowed time to experience your clarity.

“Hmmm…You know I’m not done yet, princess.” Toji mumbles to your ear before stationing your legs off his shoulders for them to rest.

“Yeah, I know, big guy.” You tease him with a breathless laugh, kissing him on the temple. “Always wanting more…”

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“…So, you’re telling me you had your ex-husband spend the night? Not just the kids?”

“Yup, that’s what happened.”

This morning was different from your usual routine – well, you can’t say it’s different if you have done it before, huh? After five years of divorce, you thought you’d be so used to waking up and getting ready for work without worrying about others. However, this morning proves otherwise.

It felt natural walking into the kids’ room and lightly shaking them awake, telling them to get ready while you whip up something quick for them to eat as Toji showers (using your bathroom, by the way). Watching the kids run down the stairs and eat breakfast puts a smile on your face, reminiscing about the good old days when they were younger and teenier. It sometimes feels surreal doing the same thing for them now that they’re getting older and taller. But seeing them bicker and interact with each other in your presence never fails to warm your heart.

When Toji’s finished freshening up and loading his kids’ stuff in his truck, it’s time to bid them farewell for their departure for school. You give them final touch-ups on their hair and outfits, reminding them to be safe and not get into trouble (especially Megumi, now that the boy’s been getting into fights). And before they rush to the car, you hug them and give each a kiss on the cheek. Here is where the warm feeling inside your heart begins to deteriorate, not wanting to let them go. Yet, for their sake – and education – you release them and hope for the best.

The last to leave was Toji, who came from the kitchen to the front door with a paper plate wrapped in foil in one hand. His name is written boldly by a black Sharpie. “This fr' me?”

“No, it’s for Shiu Kong, for dealing with you all the time.” You stick your tongue out at Toji as he glares at you, not even moving out of the way while he exits through the door. “You better eat that when you get to work, you have a terrible habit of skipping lunch.”

“Whatever ya say, mom.” He pesters you with the title, knowing you’re technically not a mother anymore. Yet it only makes you smile knowing he notices your maternal side.

“Don’t forget to text me when Tsumiki’s soccer game is next week.” You watch him go down the porch stairs.

“Will do.”He whistles.

“And Toji?”

The man stops walking to turn to you, his forest green eyes fixed on you so quickly that you almost forget what you want to say. Or what you wanted to do. You place your fingers on your lips and blow a kiss with an outward gesture. It was an old habit you did whenever he left, something you can’t seem to get out of practice with. It’s embroidered in your mind at this point.

And when he catches the kiss with his free hand and places it on his chest, it makes your heart skip a beat. Toji grins, “I’ll be damned if that was fr' Shiu, too.”

You snicker with a shaken head. “Drive safe, Toji.” Closing the front door, you stand there for a while. Your smile doesn’t falter; it gets bigger as you replay the moment instead. Thinking about him, hearing him, seeing him, it all drives you crazy. And that’s a good thing…right?

“I don’t know, sounds like you still kinda care about the guy.”

“Of course I do,” So here you are, sitting in your living room enjoying the rays of the sunset decorating the space, in a video call with your best friends, Utahime and Mei Mei. You reply to the former’s comment. “Just because I don’t have the ring on my finger doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care about him. I mean, he’s the father of two lovely children.”

“Shoot, you’re better than me, then.” The dark-haired woman admits. “But you’re kinda proving my point, Y/n. Even when you don’t have the ring on, you two act like the same old couple, and it’s definitely not just for the kids’ sake. Let’s be real here.”

You try to interject, but the pale-blue-haired other, Mei Mei, intervenes, “I agree. It’s one thing if you let the children stay over, but he also wanted to spend the night. Sure, he could’ve been tired from driving all day and such. However, if you’re still seeing a man for the last five years – while legally unbound – and he says he wants to spend the night under your roof, which is rare, that should ring some bells at least.”

“I know, it did…” you nod along with what your friend is saying, throwing your head back with a heavy sigh. “But it’s not like he’s never spent the night here before, nor is he banished from stepping inside.”

“Oh? Then why is this time different from the others?”

Utahime jumps in after Mei Mei’s chirp. “Yeah, you’re telling us about all these nostalgic lovey-dovey feelings as if you’re falling in love with him all over again. What, did you two have sex or something?”

An open mouth, yet no words come out, leaving you in a predicament. You could’ve just lied or swerved the subject to something else. But you didn’t. And the two women on the screen lift their brows with hooded eyes, a look meaning a thousand words. You couldn’t even explain yourself either because a sudden knock on your door captured the attention of all three of you.

You stand up and walk towards the door, your friends still on call on the phone at hand. Opening the door, you’re almost stunned to see in front of you. Tsumiki and Megumi with nervous smiles, and their father at the car collecting the same duffles bags from last night. You’re kidding.

“Hey, kids.” The two of them gulped from not calling them by their names. You bring up the phone to face the screen to them. “Say hello to Auntie Mei Mei and Utahime.” The women on the line smile and wave at the children, who sheepishly wave back.

“Hi, aunties.” Megumi greets them, and then his eyes drift back to you. “So, Y/n—“

“What did you forget this time?” Straight to the point, no room for excuses.

“It was Miki this time! She forgot her soccer cleats.” The older sibling gawks at her younger brother for calling her out.

“Tsumiki, I know you have cleats at home.”

“I do, but these are special! You bought them for my birthday, and I’ve been wearing them to every game ever since! So, I was scared when I couldn’t find them at home.” The brunette was quick to defend her stand. “Also, Dad doesn’t feel like driving up here and then back. So…can we…”

You close your eyes and bring the phone to your face to shield your vexation. Twice in a row, the sixth time this month. You can hear the giggles of your friends from the other side of the phone, adding more fuel to the fire. You don’t look up until you hear heavy footsteps on the porch, seeing Toji holding both duffle bags with a hand and shoulder. He stares at you as you stare at him, a silent conversation on how to handle this situation. And when he shrugs with lifted brows, you realize it’s no use and release the long-awaited sigh.

“….If I see one more thing being left behind here, you guys can’t come back till December, understand?” It wasn’t anything serious, but enough for the kids to know you weren’t joking. They nod their heads in unison while you roll your eyes. “Okay, get in here.” They rushed inside with gleeful laughs, the shuffling of their backpacks following along with them. Your eyes then drift to Toji as he walks up to you. “Did you forget something here, too?”

“Yeah,” you lift a brow when he drops Megumi’s bag to the floor. Before you can register his hand on your chin, you squeak when he brings his lips to yours. It lasted for seconds, but the kiss was sweet and tender, sucking on your lip before letting go with a playful bite. “Meant to give you that when you woke up. Thanks fr' the food, mama.”

Toji picks the bag up and walks inside your home to put the bags in the rooms, leaving you standing on the porch with an astounded expression. You couldn’t appropriately calibrate your thoughts until you heard faint laughs from the phone. Then, you realize your best friends witnessed the entire scene that transpired.

Utahime, with the slyest leer, was the first to say something. “Oh yeah, he laid that pipe on you good, without a doubt.”

“Mhmm,” Mei Mei agrees with a chuckle. “And I'm guessing he’s gonna do it again tonight. Isn’t that right, Y/n?”

You end the video call with a heated face. “Sh-Shut your damn mouths!!” Again, you groan into your hands before returning inside. Thank God I still have those birth control pills...

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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no face ! Sim Jaeyun X Reader

ଓ ⋆˙⊹ [ 제이크 ] ☆ it turns out that your favorite camboy is your best friend! and it seems like the only person who doesn't know this is you. so what happens when you walk in on Jake streaming after he invited you over to "hang out"?

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camboy! dom! sim jaeyun x sub! reader , exhibition kink, riding, ass slapping, slight breeding, fingering, praise, begging, friends to lovers, possessiveness, unprotected sex (don't do that.) overstimulation, blindfold, mask kink (YES JAKE WEARS A MASK BRO HAHAHA) blah blah blah , this is literally crack because I genuinely cant fathom how bad i want to ride jakes dick STOP.

spelling & grammar mistakes to be expected,, i lazily wrote this blah blah

"oh fuck" you're quick to bite your lip and whimper at the raspy voice that quietly echos through your phone speaker as you thrust your fingers into your fluttering pussy, your other hand holding your phone up in your line of sight, making sure to watch the man on the screen as he pumps his cock one more time before the pretties pearly beads of cum shoot from his tip and onto his flexing abs and abdomen that heave up and down- signaling that he was out of breath.

As the pale man on the screen of your phone finishes, you finish right after with a particularly loud whimper, your thighs shaking around your dainty fingers. After a moment, you pull them out of your sopping cunt before relaxing your tired body onto the mattress below.

coming down from cloud nine, you heard a deep voice come through your speakers once more, quickly grabbing your attention as you sit up and look at your phone.

"mmm, thats all for tonight" you frown at his words before your fingers are moving fast against the keyboard.

it takes a moment, but you hear a laugh come from the man, his body shaking ever so slightly

"there she is" he says under his breath, making you blush deeply.

"no aftercare? i didn't sign up for this. go again!" he reads your comment, followed by another shoulder-shaking laugh and you cant help but feel pride swell in your chest.

"i know baby, but I have early morning plans with someone tomorrow" any ounce of happiness was quickly swept away from you at the words, jealousy pooling in the pit of your stomach.

you feel bad for the feeling of what appears to be.. possessiveness over J. You've been his top watcher and donator for his streams for around a year, and you've established a small bond with one another over private messages... but only slightly.

Because of this, you're the only one J acknowledges with a nickname, whether it be 'baby', 'love' or your (and secretly his) favorite, "doll".

every stream he does, he always finds himself looking for that familiar username of yours, smiling to himself once he sees you pop up into the viewers.

"yes, I'm hanging out with a girl... but its not like that" you refocus yourself, ears perking up at his words. J takes a moment to read more comments before speaking once more, his tone quiet and almost sad

"I mean kind of? i'm almost 100% she doesn't feel the same though" he speaks, referring to a comment asking if he likes this mystery woman.

"but it doesn't matter, I have you guys" you smile to yourself slightly, typing on your keyboard before chewing the skin of your bottom lip anxiously

J chuckles before responding to your comment

"yes baby, I especially have you, hmm?" you squeal into your palm and kick your feet slightly, butterflies gently flapping around in your stomach.

"but I have to go now, seriously. good night guys" you get a glimpse of his lips for a split second while he begins to lift the familiar mask he normally wears above his head before he cuts the live, and the room is suddenly quiet and cold once more.

you huff before getting up and prancing into the bathroom to wash your hands and changing into pajamas, getting yourself ready for bed as you yourself had plans tomorrow morning as well.

just as you're about to fall asleep, your phone chimes.

'i'll be by at 10:30 tomorrow, bring your charger this time moron' the message reads.

"go fuck yourself jake" you giggle before sending the message, watching as those sneaky three wiggling dots appear in the text chain. your phone dings again, and the message on the other end makes you gasp and almost throw your phone across the room.

"trust me, I already have. goodnight ;)"

you roll your eyes as your head hits the pillow, your heart sinking slightly at the realization that you were slowly finding yourself interested in two separate men.

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"Jake stop, I told you to be normal" you giggle from across the table, hiding your reddening face behind the screen of your phone. Jake huffs before rolling his eyes.

all ounce of seriousness leaves your body as he runs his free hand down his face, his palm covering his mouth as his eyes shift into something darker- something sinister and unfamiliar as he stares directly into yours.

your thumb presses the camera button, snapping a picture of the man directly in front of you , the boba in his other hand long forgotten in your mind - you had almost forgot that he had asked you to take a picture of him holding his boba.

"got it?" jakes voice snaps you out of the trance you had completely fell under unconsciously, making you rapidly blink before answering him

"yeah, here send the ones you like to yourself" the semi-fake smile gracing your lips, attempting to calm your ovaries before handing your phone over to him to take a look.

Jake gives a nod of approval before exiting the photos app and heading towards your messages in order to send them to himself, but before he could even switch apps , he notices a familiar app that you had forgotten to close the night before.

jakes eyes widen ever so slightly , making you just about leap over the table to snag your phone back - but jake was faster , using his longer arms to his advantage to dangle your phone over your head .

"wait i'm almost done" he smiles at you, making a groan fall from your lips.

"okay fine. but don't snoop. you might find something you dont wanna see" you fold your arms over your chest before glaring across the table at your best friend in suspicion.

Jake then secretly switches onto the safari and onto the website and much to his delightful surprise - his favorite little username flashes on the screen like a huge led sign absolutely blinding his face.

He snoops just a bit more, seeing the profile picture of your account he's come to memorize like the back of his own hand.

The subtle smirk on jakes face only grows as he pieces everything together

how you're his favorite little viewer who thirsts over him relentlessly in his comment sections on every stream and post he makes on his twitter account

how you've claimed many times how badly you wish you could sit on his lap

how you'd only need two minutes and a hair tie to "get the job done"

Jakes eyes meet yours from across the table, looking dead at you through his eyebrows as he tongues his cheek ever so slightly - his shit-eating smirk growing in size.

"what?" you just about fall out of your seat, eager to know what the fuck he was staring at you for. Jake shakes his head with a toothy smile as he responds

"nothing baby, absolutely nothing"

the familiarity of his voice makes you weak at the knees, but you cant seem to remember where the fuck you've heard it from.

"Jake.." you tilt your head in question before he looks back down at your phone.

within a couple seconds, Jake sends the pictures you took to himself before handing your phone back, the smirk unwavering on his face.

you glare at him once more before checking your phone to see if he did anything to it and to your surprise - he hadn't.

Jake sneakingly peels his phone out of his pocket and heads to twitter - switching accounts subtly.

Just as you're about to put your phone in your pocket, your favorite notification pops up on your screen- making you just about chuck your phone across the room.

you tap on it, and your phone brings you to J's most recent post.

Its two separate photos - one showing the outline of his cock through his boxers, his pale abs illuminated in the dim fluorescent lighting. the second photo is of his cock uncovered and fully hard - his tip angry pink as his veiny hand is wrapped around the base of his length, small beads of precum leaking from his slit.

The worst part? the caption.

i know baby

you attempt to control the instant pool in your panties, your thighs clamping down on one another as you like the post in order to save it for later before closing the app and setting your phone on the table, a shaky exhale falling from your lips.

"you alright?" jake asks from across the table, taking a sip of his drink.

"yeah, i'm fine just a little tired, lets get out of here. We can go back to my house if you want?" you smile at him as he accepts your offer, the gears in his head already spinning inorder to create a little web of a plan.

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spending the night at jakes house was a norm- especially if your room mate had one of her sneaky links over for the night.

the walls were thin, and you had early morning classes to get to.

"Jake, where do you keep your coffee" you attempt to yell over the sound of the shower, the need for caffeine bigger than your will to live in this moment. you open a cabinet, finding the familiar coffee box on the top shelf.

you curse under your breath with a huff before stand on your tip-toes, outstretching your arm in order to try and grab your drug, but another, longer arm beats you to it, and when you look down is when you realize the sound of the shower had stopped moments ago, another pale hand gripping the counter by your side - trapping you.

you turn your head, coming face to face with a pale, bare chest. small droplets of water drip from Jakes damp hair and down his chest and abs, his vline stopping abruptly (and rudely) before the rest of him is covered by a pair of grey sweats.

you drink in the sight of the man before trailing your eyes up to his face, dark eyes staring back.

Jake sets the box of coffee on the counter before pressing his palm into the wooden cupboard above your head, shifting his body a hair closer to yours, his dick gently brushing up against the plush of your ass.

"jake..?" you question in a hushed whimper as he pushes himself closer, leaning his head down to the shell of your ear.

your head tilts on instinct, eyes fluttering closed in anticipation.

your heart thumps hard against your rips, it feels as if your stomach is about to fall out of your ass as he whispers, warm breath fanning against your skin.

"let me help you" you can basically feel the stupid smirk adoring his face as he speaks, making you lightheaded and needy.

you wanted him to pick you up and bend you over the counter, cover your mouth and pound into you relentlessly until you're screaming for him to stop.

you wanted him to sink to his knees and eat you out from behind as he fingers your sopping, needy cunt.

you wanted to ride that stupid smirk off his face, but just as quickly as he came, he peeled away from you with a warm chuckle.

"just thought you could use a hand" he walks backwards and out of the kitchen, and the grip you had on the counter was deadly as you attempt to ground yourself, the fluttering of your pussy not helping you.

"screw you." you throw a coffee capsule at him and raise a hand to your forehead, cooling yourself off.

Before jake made his way to his room, he speaks again

"your phone went off by the way" you lift your eyes to him just as he shoots you a deadly wink, and every ounce of restraint you had was hanging on by a thread as you stop over to your phone

without even checking the notification, only noticing it was from twitter - you open the app to find another picture J had posted.

This one instantly made you squeal under your breath.

it was one picture of him, a mirror picture.

it was taken in a steamy bathroom, he was leaning against a wall turned sideways one hand covering his face as he leaned his head backwards, the other was holding up the phone to take the picture

His dick was flush against his abdomen, sitting right below his bellybutton. his damp hair dripping down his body and a towel was lazily thrown over his shoulder.

fuck, you wanted to sit on it, bounce on it, do fucking tricks on it.

"im not fucking doing this" you like the post before commenting something dumb under it, and as soon as you did so, jakes phone dinged from across the room

but as per usual, you paid no mind.

you grumble and gather your school bag before grabbing one of jakes redbulls from the fridge.

"what are you doing?" jake merges from his room, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, eyes following you bounce around the living room.

"leaving. I'll be back later." you huff before heading out of the apartment and towards campus, deciding to buy a coffee instead of make one because if you were around jake for once second longer - you were afraid you would pounce on him.

Jake laughed to himself as the door slammed behind you before making his way to his phone and checking your comment

"I'm going to bounce on it and all of you fucks are gonna watch me"

jake groans before replying to your comment

"i'll be waiting baby, doors wide open"

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"When are you gonna be here?" your phone vibrates on your desk, your mind coming out of a too-realistic daydream. you check the message, finding yourself smiling a little too much at the sender.

"in around an hour, just finishing up this class and i'll be on the way" you text Jake, your eyes tired from staring at your notes all day long.

And if jake were to time this correctly, you were in for a big surprise.

Just as you turned down Jakes block, a good two minute walk away from his front door, a notification pops up on your screen as you scroll mindlessly through your instagram feed. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

J was live

And not on his normal time schedule either.

you tap the notification wearily, turning down your volume despite having headphones in.

The familiar background of dark room is illuminated in a dim lighting thanks to the gaming monitor screen he has lit, his led lights red- and right in the center of the screen was J

his dick completely hard against his lower abdomen, one of his hands wrapping around the base of his cock - pumping himself ever so slowly.

you fish the spare key that jake had given you months ago out of your bag , unlocking the door, and walking into the dim and chilly apartment.

"oh my god." you whisper under your breath as the quiet groans fill your ears - kicking the door closed with your foot before striding into the livingroom.

it suddenly hit you that the entire apartment was quiet and dark apart from jakes bedroom door being cracked ; red and white lighting shining through the gaps of his door.

"Jake.?" you call out to the seemingly empty apartment, goosebumps arising on your skin as a weird feeling sinks into the pit of your stomach.

silence is returned to your call, and the air around you begins to feel heavy.

"come here baby." the low command rings in your ear followed by more hushed groans, and you cant tell if it came through your phone, or if you genuinely heard it.

knowing in the pit of your stomach the right answer - but refusing to acknowledge such

your heart thumps rapidly in your chest, completely covering your slow steps towards jakes door, the puzzle pieces beginning to fold into one another as realization races towards you head on.

"jake.." you call out to him again before using your free hand to push his door open- and the sight makes you instantly freeze.

there he was, that familiar mask staring right back at you - palming his dick slowly and steadily.

you attempt to blink the lightheadedness away- but to no avail, hes still sitting there; legs spread and inviting as his stare burns holes through your body.

you look at him, then at your phone, and back up at him, trying to make sense of it all.

"hi baby" he tilts his head at you, his movements unwavering while he strokes himself. jakes voice is deep as he speaks,

"what.. ja-.. im..-"

”come here” his voice is commanding, but you refuse to advance his words, not knowing which part of your body to move first. jake grows impatient at your silence, so as his thumb moves to run over the slit of his cock, his other hand comes to pat his lap

giving you an ultimatum

"you gon' bounce on it.." his legs spread even further as fat drops of precum leak out of his tip, a low, strained groan leaving his throat

"..and make all of them watch?" he then tilts his head towards his monitor, a teasing edge to his voice as he hangs your earlier words over your head. the smirk prominent in his tone, making you feel all sorts of things spark up within the pits of your core.

you stand there in the doorway, staring at the man a mere few feet away from you, a mental war circulating around in your head

"come here baby, let me please you" his body swivels in his chair while his fingers moves up into the air, cohesively influencing you with a ‘come here’ motion. everything that was once screaming at you finally subsided as you shift further into the room - taking your coat off in the process.

you want to shrivel into nothingness as jake eyefucks you from across the room, your feet pattering on the floor as you make your way over to stand inbetween his spread legs.

"there she is" jake says as his cool fingers dip to ghost over the skin on the back of the thighs, gently caressing you.

his touch is like fire against you, leaving trails of third degree burns in their path as they move up to cup the mounds of your ass under your skirt.

"is this okay, doll?" you shakingly nod, exhaling slowly.

jake massages your ass for a minute before dipping two fingers past your cheeks and towards your fluttering hole from behind.

Jake hisses at the feeling of your damp panties, embarrassment beginning to flood through your veins and a whimper exits your throat involuntarily. jake looks up at you with hungry eyes, your pussy clenching around nothing.

without a word, jake grips your hips tightly before spinning you around and forcing you to sit on his lap, careful of his angry erection and making sure your face stays out of frame.

the man behind you then slides his hands up underneath your thighs once more, leaning his head down to whisper in your ear just loud enough for the viewers to hear - his deep voice sending shivers down your spine

"wanna show them that pretty little pussy baby? all wet and needy for me hmm?" his fingers run up and down your clothed slit under your thin skirt. you hum an answer, and thats just enough for jake to grip your thigh harshly and spread them apart- revealing the damp patch seeping through your pretty lacy panties.

"fuck.." jake mutters before reaching behind him and grabbing what appears to be a black blindfold. your stomach churns as he lifts it up over your head and your world plunges into darkness within a fraction of a second

“gotta make sure my girl stays mine… can’t let them see who you are hmm?” you nod your head, and every sense is suddenly heightened and you can hear the hum of the heater and the fan of his gaming monitor

wrapping his arms under your knees and lifting you up in the air- jake readjusts your legs to spread apart even further on his lap- legs dangling on either side of his thighs as your skirt hikes up to your hips.

the newfound position bares your clothed pussy completely to the camera, jakes cock resting on your inner thigh.

he keeps one hand on your thigh - making sure you stay spread as the other comes to trace up and down your wet slit before pulling your panties to the side

“I agree, she is very pretty” jake speaks before kissing the skin behind your ear, biting your ear lobe before his cool fingers dip between the wet folds of your pussy. you question when he had slid his mask up enough to do such a thing, but every thought flies out of your mind.

a gasp falls from your lips at the contact, your chest heaving up and down in an attempt to catch your breath, an unlimited amount of comments filtering through the screen unstopping.

"focus on me pretty girl" he says into your ear, his plastic mask bumping the side of your head.

jake focuses his fingers on your clit, drawing lazy shapes onto your bundle of nerves that has you twitching in his hold - moans and whimpers picking up volume

"j-ja- ah-" you gasp at the feeling of two fingers slipping into your cunt, stopping half way in as you jump in his lap.

"oh my god... please.." you whimper, making jakes ego swell and his dick pulse.

"yeah? what do you want angel?" your head falls onto jake’s shoulder, exhaustion clouding over your mind.

you shake your head and bring your bottom lip between your teeth, arms reaching up and behind you to grip onto jake’s biceps in order to ground yourself.

“more… want more please” you beg, making jake’s chest vibrate with a laugh

”m’ gonna need you to be more specific love, tell me what you want beautiful” your hips grind up into his palm, silently giving him your answer- but its not good enough

jakes patience is running out, quickly.

he slaps your clit, a squeal ripping from the back of your throat

”finger me” you say loud and demanding, a pout prominent on your lips

”want you to finger me please…” your voice lowers in embarrassment, scared that someone had heard you.

”good girl,” two of his fingers slip into your fluttering hole, and you instantly feel relief in your abdomen. your legs shake and you squirm around in jake’s lap as his fingers fuck into you slowly.

”how does it feel pretty girl?” you whine and wiggle your hips, silently begging for more

”feels good… more- want more please” you ask nicely, making the man behind you smile and kiss your temple

”since you asked so politely..”

maybe you shouldn’t have asked, because the pace jake settles on is ruthless and unwavering as his fingers move fast inside you- pumping your needy cunt like it was his own

your body pushes further into jake’s chest as your quiet whimpers from earlier turn into high-pitched moans, one hand coming up to grip a firm handful of jake’s hair.

jake moans at the contact, his free hand coming up to wrap around your throat in a tight grip, making your pussy clench around his quickly-paced fingers. adding more stimulation- jake uses his thumb to press up against your clit, drawing lazy, focused circles on the mound of nerves

his fingers curl inside you- making you yelp, your head coming to bury itself in jake’s neck

”oh? right there hm?” he questions, curling his fingers once more. a strangled sob leaves your mouth, so jake thrusts his fingers in again and again, hitting that same sweet spot deep within your walls

”im,, gonna cum,,, s’ too much please” sweat beads at your hairline, and your lips are bleeding slightly from biting down so hard.

Jakes ears perk up, his abandoned dick straining against your thigh.

”cum for me then doll, show them how much of a slut you are for me, yeah?” his words throw you over the edge, your pussy clamping down on jakes long fingers as he haunts his movements inside you

jake audibly gasps at the sight of you when he looks at the monitor screen - your mouth is agape and your spread unbelievably wide for him, your cum literally riveting out of your twitching cunt and you attempt to fold your legs in on yourself

you were a mess

and it was all for him.

you were driving him insane

Jake gives you little to no time to calm down before he’s man handling you to face him, making you whine in protest-

but as soon as he begins to lower you down onto his lap; dick prodding at your entrance- your whines of protest fall into moans of need

“m’ sorry baby, i know i know… just can’t hold back anymore… need to be inside you right fucking now” your legs fold on each side of jakes as he lowers you down onto him, his tip splitting you sweetly

”oh fuck… oh my god” you gasp at the new-found feeling

all of the men you’ve sleep’d with never compared to the man on the screen or your best friend ,, and now that you’re about to be split in half by both was more than a dream come true

”s’ big… hurts..” you speak into jakes ear, and he swears he hears his heart thump against his ribs

”i know sweetheart… i’ll make you feel so good i promise.. be a good girl for me and stay still ‘kay?” you nod your head, arms wrapping around jakes shoulders for stability- ass completely bared to the camera as jakes huge hands tightly grip your cheeks in order to lower you down

every inch stings, but relief pools in the pit of your stomach once you’re lowered completely down, his balls flush against your ass as your pussy flutters around his length

after a moment, you begin to squirm in anticipation- and jake instantly begins grinding his hips up into you- hands harshly gripping your ass in his hold to help you bounce up and down

”oh god… so fuckin’ tight… you’re gonna be the death of me” one of jakes hands moves to cup your cheek, fingers slipping under the blindfold as he lifts it up and over your head - throwing it across the room before cupping your cheek once more

you stare at his eyes through the mask, your lips parted ever so slightly as breathless moans drip from your tongue

“you’re so beautiful” he whispers before catching his lips on yours, one hand on your ass coming to snake around the small of your back- pressing your chests against one another as the one on your cheek cups the back of your head, holding you still

your hips keep moving, your body sliding up and down his dick as you ride him at a steady pace.

you curl into jakes warmth as your mouths move in sync with one another, hands coming to grip his hair roughly, becoming more and more needy as time go’s on

jakes fingers grip onto you tightly- holding you as if you were to slip through his hands at the slightest moment of falter

”thats my girl,,, ride it baby, lose yourself all over me... oh fuck"

your legs work faster on him- fucking yourself down onto jakes cock messily.

“fuck me jake.. make me yours” you throw your head back, but his grip never loosens, jakes mouth coming to latch onto your neck in order to suck deep, beautiful purple and pink marks into your skin

sounds of wet skin slapping sound from just under your hips, bouncing off the walls and filling the apartment perfectly in sync with your sinful moans as jakes mouth works wonders on your skin,, prepping wet, open mouthed kisses all over your neck mindlessly

"such a desperate,, filthy girl fucking yourself on me like that" one of his hands lands a harsh smack on your ass, making you yelp

your hips dont stop, jakes cock hitting that sweet spot deep within your velvety walls.

as a matter of fact, you frantically fuck onto him faster, your juices coming to leak down all over yours and jakes thighs that flow to pool on the chair just below you

"fuckin' whore all for me. absolutely disgusting" he chuckles before biting down harshly on your collarbone, and before you know it, youre creaming all over his dick with a scream, body stilling against his chest as you collapse

"i didn't say we were done" your eyes widen as his huge hands come down to roughly grab your hips, sliding you up and down on his dick as he thrusts up into your puffy, achey cunt.

"wait wait wa- can't... s' too much please" your attempts to squirm out of his hold are pathetic as your body fights against your words, hands wrapping around jakes neck to steady yourself against his quick pace.

"shut up,, im not finished with you yet." his words are so mean, but you cant help the way your pussy clams down on his length at them

your orgasm seeps down onto the chair, nasty squelching noises replacing the sound of your thighs meeting jakes.

"you're gonna take what I give you, so just sit there and look pretty, yeah?" his movements falter for a split second as he speaks, but resumes his assault inside your cunt soon after, your moans turning into hushed mewls as you begin to fade out of your body

"fuck, im so close,,," with one hand suddenly wrapping harshly in your hair, jake makes you look at him - eyes snapping open to meet his through the plastic barrier of his mask

"you gon' take my cum like the pretty little cock sleeve you are? make J proud?' he holds the anonymous name over your head , a smirk gracing his full lips.

all you can do is nod your head as your eyes water, overstimulation taking over your body as it shakes uncontrollably.

"take it baby... fucking take it" his dick twitches inside you and his balls tighten seconds before his cum shoots deep within your walls, making you his.

jake pushes you down onto his length, holding you still as your pussy milks him of everything he is. his head is thrown back, adams apple bobbing up and down as he moans louder than you, your own orgasm coming as the tip of his cock licks your cervix perfectly.

your juices squirt on his abdomen and thighs, your eyes fluttering closed as you collapse on him.

your body takes jake by surprise as he feels your fluids rush down his body to pool in his thigh and chair, looking down inbetween your sweaty bodies to see just how much of a mess the two of you had really made.

his cum was leaking out of your fucked out pussy, and your skirt was partially soaked.

his jaw tic's, and you gently open your eyes to get a look at his expression,,, and your face drains itself of color; he's absolutely lost.

a gasp leaves your mouth, one of his arms wrapping around you, the other coming to lean over you to cut the camera,,, ending the live stream.

"jake!"