#what sanrio character do u guys think toji would be /genq

[deathanniversary]

divider! creds : toastray

♡ pairing : bsf’s dad!toji x male!reader

♡ warning(s) : anal sex , backshots , no mentions of any genitalia just getting pounded from the ass ..? he / his pronouns , mentions of ‘ he ‘ , choking , mirror sex , getting caught

♡ sypnosis : your best friend’s dad keeps giving you ‘those’ glances , and you just can’t help it !

You knew this was so wrong.

You knew fucking your best friend’s father was wrong.

But you didn’t stop him from bending him you over on his daughter’s vanity. Not at all.

“Fucking— whore—” Toji’s deep and scratchy voice sent a shiver down your spine, making you back arch even more than it was before. It felt like you were going to break your back fucking with this man.

Needy. Needy. Down bad. You're holding onto the vanity table for God dear life, fighting the urge not smack everything off the table. You were mewling softly while he kept thrusted deep inside of you. How long have you two the been like this? When was your best friend going to arrive home? She could burst through the door at any moment and you two would get caught. Ass out ‘n all.

As much as you wanted to pry this huge ‘n beefy man’s arm off your body, you couldn’t. You didn’t. It felt too good to stop— so why bother now? Toji could tell you were trying not to act desperate, yet you were. (desperate for him and that big dick, yes.)

Toji wrapped his bigass arm around your neck, forcing you to look up at your sweaty and flushed face in the vanity mirror. “Look at you, baby. Such a pretty boy.. all f’me…” he delivers a hard spank to your ass, palming the soft and squishy flesh in his hand. “My daughter always mentioned how beautiful you were. Never knew you could be this gorgeous all flushed and naked.” Oh shit. You didn’t even want to think about what your best friend thought of you right now. You were tuning out to whatever he was saying. You were drooling like a baby, hair sticking to your sweaty and drenched face. His hand gripped tighter around your neck, (you swear this man could kill you if he gripped your neck tighter) — which startled you a bit. “Toji— please—“ you whined out.

“Don't tell me you're too flustered to speak?” He asked, brushing off hair sticking to your forehead. A cocky smirk plastered on his lips as his sharp eyes looked at you through the mirror. This man was mocking your distress. Evil.

“Hey, i’m— dude. What the fuck, man.” Tsumiki gave you a deadpanned and unbothered stare, as if she was used to it.

“Oops. My bad..?”

“Seriously? My dad?”

“He’s pretty, ain’t he, sweetie?” — “Dad!”

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