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"I'm home".
The irritating, creaking sound of the door pierced the silence of the living room. A pair of sharp eyes wandered around the empty space, inspecting, searching for any sign of life, to only be met with an eerie dimness. The TV was turned off, everything was arranged perfectly and accordingly.
Your shared house wasn't usually in a disarray, and therefore, what bugged Toji was how oddly quiet it seemed. With absolute calmness and not allowing himself to think of any illogical worst-case scenario, he took several steps inside, until his fingers fell upon the switch that would force him to freeze on his feet.
The room was dyed a bright shade as he turned on the light, and along with it, a petite form emerged before him. A sleeping Y/n, dressed (practically swimming) in one of his black, form-fitting shirts appeared to be huddled-up on the couch.
A maliciously satisfied smirk curled the man's lips as he approached you, hungry eyes feasting on your figure. You looked so cute like this; tucked in your boyfriend's clothes, which looked so oversized on you, your cheeks dusted by a very light shade of red, your limbs close to your fragile body, subtle huffs and other sleeping sounds jumping from your lips every now and then.
Damn, he thought as he approached you. What a lucky man he was, getting back home to be acquainted with such a wonderful sight. All his plans for tonight had been about, was grouching about his awful day, maybe taking a shower and eventually ending up fucking you senseless as an excuse to alleviate his mood.
However, that was an excuse of its own.
Seeing as you had taken the better part of the sofa, he gripped both your ankles in his one hand and lifted them, therefore providing himself with a seat, before placing them back down, on his toned thighs. A low mewl escaped you but thankfully it wasn't enough to wake you up. Your legs were bare; not even half of their expanse could be covered by the fabric of his t-shirt, leaving you exposed enough for his tongue to run over his lower lip voraciously.
He slid his wide palm across your shin and knee, slowly and curiously slithering higher, hard callosities caressing silky, tender skin. His sneaky fingers reached the hem of your (his) shirt and gave it a subtle tug upwards, allowing his eyes to catch a glimpse of the neat patch of curls at the groove of your thighs.
He was more than pleased to notice a slick rivulet coursing down there.
The devilish mischief dawned once again on his features as he whispered, "Oh, had you been playing with yourself while I was missing?" he shifted his body in one deft movement, raising your (his) shirt to your navel and providing himself with full access to your beautiful cunny. Your thighs pressed together instinctively in response to the cold air kissing your core, but Toji was quick to slide in between and split them.
