Thanksgiving Dinner (Enji Todoroki x Reader)

Salty, Yet Satisfying

You stand outside the door to the Todoroki residence, quickly fixing your hair as you knock on the door. Your wonderful sugar daddy, Enji Todoroki, invited you over for Thanksgiving Dinner. Sure, it's probably going to get awkward what with him having kids and all, but you'll cross that bridge when you come to it. 

It only took a couple of seconds before a young man (who you knew as Natsuo) opened the door. As you raised your hand to say hi, he gave you only a quick once over before looking you straight in the eye as he slammed the door in your face. A moment of silence passed before you heard faint voices from the other side of the door.

"Who was at the door?"

"Just dad's whore-"

"NATSUO!"

Not even a second later the door opened once again. This time, an actual goddess, I mean his lovely daughter Fuyumi answered the door. "Hey, come on in. I'm so sorry about Natsuo." She moved aside with a sheepish chuckle. Giving her a sweet smile as you stepped inside, you brushed it off as you take your shoes off.

"It's no big deal, don't worry about it, Fuyumi."

"You sure?" You gave Fuyumi a nod, "Alright... Dad's in the kitchen if you need him."

You smiled once more as you slipped off your shoes and made your way towards the kitchen. A smile made its way onto your face as you passed Natsuo and Shoto, giving them a friendly wave. Sure, they might hate you simply because you're involved with their dad, but that doesn't mean you have to be a dick back. Although hearing Fuyumi quietly scold them for "being so rude towards a guest" was kinda funny. As you got closer to the kitchen, you could hear quiet grunting and... what sounded like squelching? As you peeked your head in through the doorway, you saw something that would probably scar you for life but was... oddly hot? 

There Enji stood, gently fucking the turkey you were going to eat with his family later. A small gasp escaped your lips at the slap slap sound that happened every other second. "E-Enji...?" you muttered, honestly not believing what the hell was happening right in front of you. Is the man who you have given multiple blowjobs to, so you could get some new clothes and a designer handbag, fucking the turkey you were about to have for dinner?

At the sound of your voice, Enji stopped for a second. He looked at you silently for a moment before turning back around and going back to fucking the cooked bird. "Oh, hello (Y/n). Glad you could make it. Dinner will be all done soon so you can wait out in the living room if you want." Despite how absurd this situation was, you found yourself oddly turned on. Yeah, you knew you had some weird kinks but you never thought you'd be into watching your sugar daddy fuck a hunk of meat.

"N-No... it's fine, I'll wait here." You mumbled as you walked to stand behind the skyscraper of a man in front of you. "So um... why are you uh, fucking the turkey...?"

Enji lets out a grunt, "It helps give the food some flavor."

"Oh... ok."

As the seconds passed you could hear Enji's breath become more and more labored. Holy shit he's actually gonna do it. He's gonna jizz in the turkey oh my god. He let out a quiet groan and slightly hunched over. Holy fuck he did it. He came inside the turkey this is insane. Your face was flushed a pretty pink as he pulled out with a loud squish. That was the weirdest hottest thing you'd ever seen. 

"I'm gonna go in the other room and let you clean up," you leaned up, giving Enji a small peck on the cheek before walking out into the living room. Only a few minutes after you sat down and began to make small talk with Fuyumi, the rumbling voice of that sexy piece of meat (the living one) called everyone into the kitchen so they could help bring things out into the dining room. Once all the food was brought out to the table and everyone was sat down, a shudder racked through your body. Do his kids know what he did to the turkey? Does he do this every year? Why was this so hot to you!?