chocochipsushi

[chocochipsushi]

This needs a part 2😭😭

You keep waking up to your older brother, Satoru, sucking on your nipple.

At first it started slow, you noticed the fabric of your clothing started to rub your left nipple wrong. Then, you started having dreams you were lactating out of it. And before you knew it, you started waking up in your dark room to tiredly glance down and see a large, tall lump under your oversized shirt, looming over you as a prolonged tingle rippled through each suck and pull of a warm mouth on your sensitive breast.

His touch is never anywhere but the tip of your hard nipple, with exception of the short increments of time where he gently rests the side of his head against your chest to relax as he suckles— then, you can feel the pull of his cheeks hallowing persistently. The backs of his top teeth and the roof of his mouth skim against the top of your nub while his soft tongue rubs at the bottom, smooth cheeks hallowing around the sides.

It’s not hard to identify who is latched onto you. The fluffy hair that brushes your skin is a little greasy and soft, a combo you’re more than familiar with. His loud scent is unmistakably his, musky in a manly way but contrasted with a faint whisper of the sugary sweets he’s addicted to. Not to mention, you can literally see his long, lanky body on all fours, sticking out of the hem of your shirt from relaxed shoulders down his lower back peeking out of his shirt to his electric blue pajama pants covering his ass in the air and then all the way to his Pokémon socked feet. He couldn’t stand out more unless he wore a name tag on his back.

You instinctively act like you don’t know it’s happening, that you’re still asleep as he goes on for hours, making a repetitive wet ‘tsch’ sound, clearly at the highest possible comfortability achievable with his mind reduced down to the blissful haze of primal instinct. It wasn’t long after you woke that those rhythmic titty tingles made their way in between your legs to rain through your lower tummy and continuously shoot attacks at your clit for the hours he decides to indulge.

Through his extended snack time, you inevitably start to notice patterns, the most intricate changes in pace and ‘technique.’ Every ten minutes or so, he goes from rotating between almost frantic, instinctual suckling, like his lips are wrapped possessively around the tip of a water bottle, gulping hydration after a long, hot day— and enveloping your entire areola and applying deep, thoroughly slow suction, like he’s trying to suck an extra thick milkshake through a cheap straw. That one slightly hurts, like he’s giving your entire nipple a hard hickey and you have to bite down on your teeth to hold back a defiant whine if that one goes on for too long.

You can’t help the continuous clench and caving in of your abdomen due to the stimulation, but you’ve probably already been doing that in your sleep for however long he’s been doing this. It’s not like he can see it anyways, the only light source in your room is the dim TV and, honestly you’d be surprised if his eyes were open under your shirt considering you can practically feel the bucket loads of cloudy comfort radiating off of his body like a silently purring cat.

When the subtle glow of the sun against your curtains shines through, you decide that this has to end; you have to wake up for a few classes you have tomorrow and your professors won’t care if you show up or not.

One particularly toothy suck strikes a nerve, and your hands twitch at your sides against the sheets. You grimace tiredly and without making it too obvious that you’re awake, you toss over onto your side with a fake sleepy hum.

As his head slides out, you can feel him try to follow your listless turn but your nipple still painfully pops out of his mouth, a string of saliva breaking the connection once you get onto your side. You have to bite your tongue to hold back a discomforting whine, your nipple is properly over-stimulated and throbbing.

The dip of his weight shifts but he’s not leaving, he just moves to sit at the edge of your bed. You sense him grab something before hearing a ‘click’ of your TV remote and the glow of the screen disappears. He probably doesn’t want the light of the screen to disturb the rest of your sleep.

When you feel his cold palm on your thigh, you almost jump, but he just rubs it affectionately for a brief moment before gently standing and slipping out of your room.

The next day, you’re hesitant to leave your room for breakfast but Satoru’s usual chair at the dining table is empty when you come down.

“Where’s Toru?” You ask your mom with a yawn as you slide into your seat, already drunk off of the scent of sizzling breakfast.

“He went to work already,” your mom hums from where she’s at by the stove.

You’re drowsy, but not enough to forget last night. You hum noncommittally and load your plate up with food.

“I swear that internship is going to kill my first born child. My only boy,” your mother deeply sighs to herself as she cooks. You take a bite out of a slice of bacon and blink at nothing with tired eyes.

After a few classes that felt longer than ever, you almost let yourself forget the elephant on your chest that makes you cringe every time it rubs against your clothing. But then your mother makes you bring Satoru some fruit because ‘he’s working so hard,’ and your nipple, as if possessing its own consciousness, starts throbbing again.

You push open his cracked door gently, peeking inside as you say, “Toru?”

His lengthy body is sprawled out on his bed, still clad in a loose suit and his head isn’t even on a pillow as he snores away.

You exhale silently as you quietly place the fruit plate on his nightstand for him to find when he wakes up.

You’re about to exit, but your mother’s voice bellows in your mind when you see his fancy shoes are still on. ‘Get those shoes off my very expensive furniture.’

You grumble under your breath, an eye roll somewhere in there, as you bring yourself to the end of his bed.

You lean down and pull at his shoe, pausing to tilt your head over and eye his face to make sure you’re not disturbing him (ironic).

You continue when his snores go uninterrupted and softly drop his shoe to the ground before doing the same to his other foot. He’s wearing one of the same socks he had on last night and a new sock on his left foot. You can practically see him in your mind, earlier this morning, half-asleep and deliriously getting ready for work with eyes shut, probably forgetting to change his underwear too.

You’re almost annoyed at yourself when you bring yourself over to sit on the edge of his bed and start undoing his tie. That suit cant be comfortable to sleep it, you just can’t help but help him.

He’s your big brother. He’s always been there for you when you had nightmares or heard a bump in the night, even though now that you’re older, you can recognize that he was just as young and scared as you were. But, he showed up for you, he always has, and part of you will never let go of the feeling that your older brother is your protector and hero.

Once you get his tie off and toss it behind you, he drools in his sleep as you gently pull out his tucked shirt to eliminate some tension.

When your eyes catch on the hem of his boxers sticking out of his slacks, your hands hesitate before gently letting go of his shirt. Is it your fault when his shirt lands in a way that shows off a chunk of his lower abdomen?

A trial of white hair starts under his belly button and leads down into his light blue boxers, his tummy rises and falls gently with every second you stare.

You’ve obviously seen it before in casual scenarios but this time, you’re nervously glancing at the cracked door leading out of his room as if you’re doing something wrong.

You swallow and your eye catches his belt. What kind of sister would you be if you left that hard, uncomfortable thing on him while he tried to sleep?

You mumble something under your breath about your stupid brother passing out right when he got home before changing as you carefully unbuckle the clanking thing.

The second you do, he groans in his sleep and you pause with a thumping heart. You start to rehearse, ‘I felt bad that your stupid work clothes were still on so I was trying to help,’ in your head and even though it’s the truth, it feels like you’re on defense.

He doesn’t wake, just throws his arm over until his fingers land partly on your thigh. Your eyes trail down to it briefly before moving your focus back on his belt and gently pulling it out.

His hips adjust subtly at the commotion, but he’s still dead asleep. You exhale deeply and place his belt on the floor. And fuck, curiosity takes hold and your glancing down past his belt loops to his lap where you know other parts of him lie under a few layers. Your eyes flicker.

You let his fingers fall away from your leg as you jump to stand up, nodding at his body as if your work here is well done, and you leave his room hastily.

That night, you wear a bra to bed. It’s horribly uncomfortable but it’s probably a necessary evil. You aren’t even sure if Satoru will come in since you don’t know his tit sucking ‘schedule,’ but around two am, those familiar, soft and heavy footsteps in the hall leading to your room snap you out of your rem state.

Your door opens with a soft creak and you swallow, willing your eyelids not to spaz out blinking and expose the act you’re putting on.

He closes the door behind him with little to no volume by turning the handle as he closes it, like it’s rehearsed. A few moments later, his weight dips at the side of your bed, behind you. You’re lying on your side.

You hear him exhale softly and you can imagine those blue eyes are on you. Thankfully, the only part of you that jerks when his cold hand lays on your hip, is your heart.

He lightly nudges you over so you’re on your back and waits a beat to confirm your unconscious state before his finger tips slide your shirt up to your collarbones. The skin on your lower tummy erupts in goosebumps that follow his touch.

You can feel the energy in the room alter when your bra is revealed, even though you can’t see him. You’re almost second guessing if he’s actually buying your sleeping act when he doesn’t move but then he tries to nudge at the lining under the cups of your bra.

Two gentle fingers attempt at hooking under the underwire but it causes the sides of the bra to slightly dig into your ribs, and your expression can’t resist a twitch.

He quickly pauses, and you’re sure he’s afraid to wake you, because he lets go and hastily brings your shirt down to cover your torso, as if he’s preparing for your confused consciousness. You wonder what he’d say if you did ‘wake up’ to him sat at your bed in the middle of the night.

He doesn’t wait long to stand up and you can feel the hesitation in the air as he brings himself to leave your room. It seems the bra was too much of a risk.

The next morning, your nipple is already healing, thankful to breathe again and have a break from being sucked on so fervently.

Your blissful state, having gotten an undisturbed full nights rest, falters a bit when you walk into the kitchen/living area and see Satoru with his forehead glued to the table, a gloomy cloud hovering over his head.

You greet your mother when she says good morning from where she’s usually at in the mornings, by the stove, but your eyes are on Satoru’s white hair withered on his head as you slide into your chair across from him.

“Want eggs?” Your mother calls out to you, and you hum briefly in response as you eye the top of your brothers head for a beat, waiting for him to sit up.

When he doesn’t move, you nudge his leg with your socked foot. “Hey. No sleeping at the table.” Your words are your mother’s regurgitated ones, but you actually couldn’t care less about the table getting drool on it right now— you’re just trying to get a grasp on things.

He grumbles into the table incoherently and waves his hand in a sloppy dismissive manner as if to say, ‘I’m fine.’

You shrug it off, face lighting up when your mother drops some breakfast foods onto the middle of the table for you to dig into.

“Easy,” your mother chuckles as you stack up your plate, walking back over to the kitchen, “it’s not going anywhere.”

You begin to eat, but when Satoru doesn’t make any attempt to move, you sigh at yourself for being unable to eat peacefully without making sure your brother is okay.

“Pancakes are getting cold,” you tell him as you nudge his leg again, more thorough this time. Pancakes are his favorite.

He jolts at your nudge as if he had almost fallen asleep prior and slurps up his drool as he lifts his groggy head. He rubs his tired eyes and shakes his head to knock some alertness into himself.

“Pancakes,” he nods, grasping his bearings, “mhm, yes.”

You huff as you watch him attempt to blink the tired away so he can serve himself. Though, it seems tired wins because his eyelids droop and one slow blink turns into one long one and then he’s falling asleep while sitting up.

You shake your head and shove a piece of bacon into your mouth to hold with your teeth, freeing your hands so you can drop a few pancakes onto his plate for him.

“Toru,” you say in a mumble due to the bacon in your mouth as you glob down some sugary syrup.

“Hm?” His eyes blink open and he wipes his lips of any residual drool. He glances down at his plate as you drop some butter onto the steaming cakes and he exhales deeply.

“Oh,” he says as he forces his heavy limbs to move so he can grasp a fork and a knife.

You watch him slowly take bites as you go to continue your own feast; he has dark bags under his usually bright blue eyes that seem dimmed, and his complexion screams a lack of sleep.

“Are you taking the car today, Satoru?” Your mother asks from afar, and it takes his sleepy brain a beat to register it.

He nods at nothing. “Yeah, have to go in at seven.”

Your mother lets out a displeased sigh from the kitchen, probably because her son is being worked to the grave, but drops it.

He sets down his fork after scarfing down only half of the stack you provided and sighs deeply as he checks the watch on his wrist.

Your eyes flick down at it curiously and then up at his sleepy face. “Did you sleep at all? You look like shit.”

He glances up at you and drops his wrist with a huff. “I’m fine,” he dismisses, “Did you sleep good?”

You blink at him with concern but nod when you realize you haven’t answered. “Yeah, but,” you pause and mumble as you eye the food you’re poking at, “you know, I saw this study that said sleep is as important as eating is. Especially for guys after the age of twenty four.” You absolutely added that last part on your own.

After a beat, you feel his large hand ruffle the top of your head affectionately, making an infuriating fluster crowd your expression. “Such a good little sis, aren’t you?” He’s teasing, but he clearly appreciates your care for him. Still, he’d probably never admit that he isn’t doing well to you.

“Seriously,” you persist, worried eyes peeking up at him, “are you good?”

“Worrying about me?~” Satoru teases and gives you a tired grin, ignoring your glare, “Eh, work is a little tough but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I’m the strongest, remember?”

You used to say that when you were both much younger, and you can’t help but huff. “Corny.”

He hums a chuckle. “How are your classes? Old man isn’t bothering you because of your last name, is he?”

The old man in question is Professor Fushiguro. Satoru took his class too before his internship and you could tell after the older man realized your last name was the same as your brothers, he decided to give you a harder time than others.

You shake your head and let out a more relaxed huff, feeling more comfortable as your usual dynamic shines through. “No, I think I cracked his code. He doesn’t bother me.”

“Yeah?” Satoru says in that playful tone you’re used to, like he’s proud of his little sister, “Good. What code? I coulda used a code, I swear the guy had an obsession with failing me.”

You snicker at yourself, remembering the laughing fit your close friends had when you snickered to them about this. You have a silly smile on your face, like you’re proud of yourself, relaying what you said to your friends.

“He doesn’t seem to have anything to say when my legs are showing,” you say, spearing some eggs and bringing it to your mouth. “You think his wife gets jealous that he looks at college girls all day?”

Satoru lets out a soft snort and shakes his head. “You think they still sleep in the same bed?” He does you one better, making your laughter grow briefly.

“I’m gonna tell him you said that,” you threaten with a smile, sipping your drink.

“Go ahead,” he huffs, “I’ve been wanting an excuse to show off.” You chuckle at his confidence, he’s mostly just being silly, but you don’t doubt that he 100% believes he could beat your muscular professor with his ‘self-trained jujitsu.’

His tone is less smiley, and more casual when he asks, “Does he seriously check you out?”

You glance up at him and your smile falters just the smallest bit when you catch sight of his observant eyes. Your chest ripples into a light tingle as if your anatomy is having flashbacks.

You huff and brush it off. “Maybe, probably not. I don’t know, we just like to mess around,” you dismiss your jest quickly, and you’re almost confused with yourself as to why you feel a self inflicted pressure to do so.

He doesn’t really need to acknowledge your words, you know he heard you.

“Oh honey,” your mother suddenly calls to you, “did you still need that cream for your chest? I finally found it this morning— was hiding in my closet.”

Your eyes widen briefly and a heat blooms within your face as Satoru’s eyes make a quick, subtle flick at you over the rim of his orange juice.

“No,” you call back quickly, clearing your throat.

You take a large gulp of your drink, preparing to make haste and exit the room, but your mother speaks again.

“Are you sure? Maybe you should make an appointment with your doctor? Breast pain is no joke, and it’s important to start being body conscious in your twenties.”

You sputter into your orange juice and when you catch Satoru’s eyes dart down to your chest for less than half a second, you start coughing violently as you place the glass down and juice drips down your chin.

“You okay?” he asks with a concerned tilt to his head after a beat passes where you’re still struggling to catch your breath. He’s about to stand and probably put a soothing hand on your back.

You shake your head quickly, making him stay seated, and you wipe your chin. “I’m fine,” you cough, “I have a paper due— so, I gotta go. Have fun at work.”

You quickly slip out of the kitchen and enter the safe embrace of your room, leaning back against your door with a deep sigh after you close it behind yourself.

That night, Satoru is greeted with your cursed bra once again, and you can hear a soft exhale come from him. He gently pulls your blanket up over your body and leaves.

You’re starting to think that Satoru needs to suck on you to sleep at all because the next day, Satoru looks even worse than he did at breakfast the other day. He’s barely talking, and even though it’s his off day, he’s working nonstop in his room for most of the day. You don’t need your mother to ask you for you to go check on him for you to do just that.

You push open his door and press your lips together in a polite greeting when he glances over at you. “Hey.” He’s sitting on his bed leaning against his headboard.

“Hey, what’s up?” he returns your greeting and forces himself to focus back on this laptop sat in his lap.

You start wandering around his room as he click clacks on his keyboard. You idly flick one of his action figures before grabbing it and observing the detailing of the paint and the quality. The bottom of it catches your eye and you read the price tag.

You twirl towards him. “You spent three hundred dollars on this?” You ask, eyeing the plastic looking thing in disbelief.

He moves his laptop to the side to stand and strides over to you. He takes the figure from you and reaches over you to place it safely back on the shelf behind you. “Worth every penny,” he says as playfully as he can muster with an undeniable, thick layer of exhaustion.

You can see the stress in his all over appearance from this close up and your brows twitch. You wish you could cheer him up or help him somehow.

Suddenly, you skip over to his bed and jump belly first onto it. “Let’s see what the boss needs for today,” you say in a mocking ‘professional man’ voice as you grab his laptop and slide it to face you.

Satoru huffs with little energy and moves slower than you did to sit on the edge of his bed with one leg in a triangle so he can face your side better as you furrow your brows at all of the charts and incomprehensible blabber about sales and blah blah blah. You’re an art major.

You wear an exaggeratedly and dramatic expression of concern as you pan over to him. “Okay, now I’m actually worried about you.”

That makes him laugh, a real laugh, and the corners of your lips threaten to show off a very genuine smile.

“Come on, hand her over,” he says as he angles the laptop towards himself.

You move to rest on your side, leaning on your elbow to face him.

“Now I understand why you look like shit,” you say, “you’re working for a demon with charts and arrows and sales revenue and every horror known to man.”

He snickers briefly but keeps his eyes on the screen. “I never look like shit,” he says matter of factly. “You come in here to play the annoying little sister or what?”

You mock his words back at him, exactly like an annoying little sister would, and fall to lay flat on your back, eyes tracing the galaxy stickers he’s had on his ceiling since forever.

“Just wanted to make sure you didn’t work yourself to death in here like the amazing little sister I am,” you say dramatically, making him chuckle.

You turn your head to peek over at him and there’s a trace of warmth on his expression, more than he had before you came in to bother him, so mission -kind of- accomplished.

“Maybe you should take a break,” you suddenly offer, moving your head to eye the glittery ceiling again, “You know, take some ‘much needed R&R.’ You’re just an intern anyways, it’s not like you’re getting paid.”

“R&R?” he snickers at you with a cocked brow, “you hear that on TV?”

You send him a glare. “No.”

He nods and hums dramatically, like he’s mocking the idea of believing you in typical big brother fashion.

“Seriously,” you turn back to lay on your stomach, this time facing him, “why can’t you take a little break? Sleep for a few days and go back to work bright and early without ten circles under your eyes and greasy hair.”

Satoru hums and pushes his laptop over so he can pay attention to you, moving to lean back on his headboard.

“You remember when you used to sleep in here every night?” he reminisces instead of entertaining your offer.

You glare at him for ignoring you but he doesn’t budge, so you sigh and rest the side of your face down on your crossed arms in front of you.

“Not every night,” you correct him.

“Every night. You’d always kick me in your sleep and hog all the blankets,” he says definitively with a yawn.

You roll your eyes. “Your bed smelled like you never washed your sheets mixed with nasty man-sweat- musk- stuff. I never would’ve survived sleeping in here that often. Some nights, fine, but not every night.”

He huffs with an amused smile and reaches down to flick your forehead, making you whine and rub the sore spot. “Your room smelled like Barbie’s and all that rotting food you never threw away,” he retorts playfully.

You raise your head up defensively. “I was like ten! You were like fourteen, that’s worse.”

He chuckles in utter amusement, basking in the older brother luxury of teasing you.

You grumble and drop your head back down to rest the side of your head on your arms. A beat passes and his eyes gleam as he looks at nothing in particular, head tipped back against the headboard.

“You had the worst nightmares,” he shakes his head in awe, like he can’t believe he forgot something like this, before looking down at you with sympathy, “like every night. God, you’d cry and scream for hours.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek. “Yeah, I can’t even remember when that stopped. It just kinda went away.”

Satoru huffs, like he thinks that’s funny. “It went away because you started sleeping in my bed every night.”

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes halfheartedly at his smugness, shaking your head with a huff.

He smiles and continues. “I remember everytime you’d start whining in your sleep, I’d hug you and sing the Digimon theme song and you’d just stop.”

Your jaw drops and you lift your head. “So, that’s why I couldn’t get that song out of my head for months!”

Satoru starts belly laughing, holding onto his clenching abdomen.

You blink at nothing, brows twitching in thought as he cackles. “Wait, you stayed up to wait for me to have a nightmare so you could make it stop before it started? Every night?”

His laughter tapers down slowly and he shrugs, casually as he runs a brief hand through his hair.

“You’re my little sister.” He speaks as if that’s more than enough reasoning, like he’d do anything for you without a second thought and your chest warms.

Satoru grabs his laptop and sets it on his lap, forcing his tired eyes to focus back onto the boring spreadsheets. You watch him as he holds concentration, typing and analyzing. He doesn’t tell you to get out of his room like he used to during those few awkward years of puberty, just allows you to hangout in his space. If anything, his demeanor is softer and more relaxed now with you lying on his bed.

If you hadn’t woken up to him self soothing with your body a few nights ago, you wouldn’t have realized how stressed and overworked he is.

That night, your bra lays untouched in your dresser as you rest on your back in bed, pushing your shirt up to expose your stomach and the underside of your breast. You mess with the way the hem rests for a beat before cringing and telling yourself to just go to sleep already— calling yourself a freak somewhere in the mix.

You wake up half past two to Satoru’s weight pushing down on your bed. He’s not just sitting, he’s laying beside you, the heat of his skin almost makes contact with yours and you fight the urge to shimmy even closer.

You aren’t sure how long he’s been here, he might have come in here to simply sleep, considering the way he’s not moving. Your shirt still has yet to be tampered with where you left it.

You hear him gulp before you feel his forehead hesitantly nudge against the side of your head. You feel a sense of safety when he presses his lips to the shell of your ear in a little kiss and goosebumps race down your neck.

You’re trying to keep your expression laxed, but your brows twitch. A mix of comfort and arousal make a cocktail in your chest and spread down to your lower tummy and you’re suddenly yearning to be caressed in any way he can offer.

You shiver so softly when his cold fingers brush against the underside of your breast and he gently pulls your shirt up even higher.

Your nipples harden to the harsh air when he exposes his favorite breast, respectfully leaving the other covered for the most part. His attention weighs on your pretty chest and a you get a tingle of anticipation knowing that you’re all that he’s focused on.

You almost gasp, grasping hold of the sheets instead, when he leans down and kitten licks your nipple before offering it a soft peck. It’s like he’s showing his appreciation and gratitude for the relief it offers him.

The next thing you know, he’s letting out a long, deep, audible breath of relief, as if saying finally, before abruptly latching on. He doesn’t need to know why you suddenly decided to wear a bra for a couple days, it’s not like he can determine if that’s normal girl behavior or not.

For a moment, he just holds your warm nipple within his warm mouth, basking in the warmth, as your back and tummy muscles tighten, threatening to arch into his embrace. You wouldn’t be surprised if his eyes were rolling telling by the quiet groan of complete and utter bliss he lets out.

You’re providing such relief and care for your big brother, who never lets you feel unprotected or alone, and you’re unable to lie and tell yourself that this feeling alone doesn’t make your panties wetly stick to your pussy.

That familiar ‘tsch’ sound begins to echo when he finally indulges in repeated sucking, making your toes curl. A large hand comes down to lay flat on your tummy, for stability, or grounding, or a simple yearning for connection, and you bite back a moan.

Your pussy is silently screaming for attention from the long fingers that are inches from it. Satoru doesn’t notice how much you’re wriggling under his palm as much as he probably should, considering he’s apparently trying to make sure you stay asleep. It’s not his fault, the second he latches on, his mind deletes everything within it except the beautiful art of suckling on your sweet nipple.

An hour passes just like this, effectively edging you, and it surprises you when the pull of his suction eventually grows more and more languid before he effectively passes out right on your chest, letting your nipple slip out of his lips. The abused nub throbs when the cold air caresses it, and if it had lungs, it would gasp for its life.

The second you hear a soft snore, your eyes blink open and you slowly peek down to see Satoru’s cheek smooshed against the fat of your breast and his hair tickles your collarbones. He looks utterly limp, more restful than you’ve seen on him in weeks. You feel proud knowing that you’re the reason your brother that you love so dearly, can finally get the sleep he needs.

You- oh so gently- maneuver him to rest his skull on a the pillow beside you instead of your chest since his heavy head kind of disturbs your breathing, and his parted lips glisten as he soars the astral realm.

You lean into his beautiful face but hesitate briefly. He exhales. Satoru has always been a heavy sleeper, the second he’s able to knock out, his body is practically deadweight and no amount of noise will bother him. He inhales and you gulp as your eyes flutter shut and you close the distance, pressing your lips to his.

Just innocent skin to skin, no naughty tongues or teeth. His lips are soft and damp, a tad swollen due to the relentless suckling. Feeling the soft creases in the skin of his lips connecting like a puzzle piece with yours makes your heart flutter. A long, innocent peck is more than enough to make your hand slide down into your panties.

You don’t want to push your luck though, when he lets out a soft snore against your lips, you pull back like it never happened because as long as he doesn’t know, it didn’t. You settle for gently sliding your warm hand into his cold, large one and lace your fingers with his as you surrender to the need to get yourself off lying beside him.

It takes only a dozen calculated circles against your desperate clit and you’re spasming and giving in to an intense, white-hot orgasm that overtakes your vision and makes your body tingle from head to toe.

You think it’s just so good that Satoru was able to get some well-earned rest, because as you catch your breath, he’s still deeply asleep with that blissful expression on his pretty face.

You fall asleep with your hand in his and a ridiculously overstimulated nipple but you couldn’t be more satisfied.

[chocochipsushi]

Hiatus note

idk how to say this but i guess i will be candid.

I have always loved writing, especially when I am newly obsessed with something. But as most of you know, it is the support and love that writers/content creators receive that keeps them going. I am no different.

I haven't had the motivation/inspiration when it comes to uploading stories anymore because I just felt like they were not being read or appreciated as much as I intended them to be.

I know I still have followers that enjoy my work, and I am grateful and happy that they express their love for what I put out. I will still continue writing, though I think it would take me a long time to upload them if I ever do.

There are still some stories I owe for Kinktober but I really just don't find the drive in me to complete them anymore and I am terribly sorry about that! I might upload them when I find the will to write again.

Until then, thank you all for your love and support so far and I hope you will continue to enjoy what's on my blog💖

[chocochipsushi]

𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Navigation: ⤷ One-shot/fic ⇢ Drabble ↠ Headcanon 🔞Rated NSFW / MDNI 🩸Nasty ass kinks so pls read only if you’re ready for that

𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

⤷ Where are your manners, little one? 🔞 | You're your boss' favourite

[chocochipsushi]

“𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞?”

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2024 Chocochipsushi Kinktober - Day 4

⤷ Yukichi Fukuzawa as your boss

⤷ TW: Dom/sub, face slapping, office sex

⤷ WC: 1.4K

⤷ Short summary: It's after hours and your boss needs you.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“B-Boss—”

“Oh, fuck.”

Yukichi’s normally fierce eyes are on you, hazy and filled with lust. His grip tightens on your hips as he pounds into you harder. 

He watches your tits bouncing at every slam of his hips, your teeth biting down so hard on your bottom lip that he sees tears in your eyes, your cheek pink from his slapping. You look so pretty like this, lying atop his paperwork, your arms coming together in an attempt to hide your body from your boss, unknowingly squeezing your tits together perfectly. 

“Lower… ha… your voice, doll,” your boss grunts in a low voice. “They can hear you outside.”

Slapping your palm over your mouth and grasping at his wrist with your other hand, you bite down on your bottom lip to restrain any sound that may escape. Fukuzawa has his gaze trained on you, so intense that you felt your pussy clamping down on his hard cock. His unbound hand reaches up to brush his sweaty bangs back and you think he looks so handsome like this. Taking your hand away from your lips, you extend it in his direction. 

“Kiss,” you whine like the little girl you always turn into whenever you’re with your boss. 

He clicks his tongue. The very next moment, you have your breath knocked out of your chest when he lands a slap on your cheek, hard enough for it to sting but not painful enough to hurt, as usual. He knows your threshold now. When your senses come back to you, you realise that his movements are slow as he sheathes in and out of you at a leisurely pace, trying to catch his breath while enjoying your gummy walls rubbing against the ridges of his cock. 

“Where are your manners, little one?” he berates.

“Kiss me, please,” you plead. He quirks an eyebrow and you immediately add, “Sir!”

With a palm on the table, he leans down slowly, giving you some time to appreciate the opening of his yukata drooping, allowing you to glimpse at his toned chest. The first touch of his lips on yours is gentle and soft. At the same time, he buries his dick to the hilt inside you, filling you up with his throbbing meat. He moans softly as he spreads his lips, now lining your bottom lip with his tongue. You place your hand on his nape, your fingers tangling with his silver hair. 

He kisses you more fervently this time, his tongue slipping inside your mouth with a hungry desire to taste you. Your boss starts fucking you slowly, pulling out an inch before slamming back into you. You’re moaning into his mouth and this only makes  Fukuzawa speed up his fucking. There’s just something about you and the cute sounds that you make that drive him ballistic. 

You’re whimpering beneath him as your hips move in tandem with his fucking. Taking your hand off his wrist, this time you slide it under his Yukata, making the fabric fall off his shoulder slightly. This prompts your boss to break the kiss and lift himself up. You stare up at him, no longer the composed Yukichi Fukuzawa that everyone looks up to. His Yukata is falling off a shoulder, the ends of his bangs are clumped in sweat, and his face is flushed at the physical exertion. Your pussy flutters around his thick meat. 

Yukichi lets out a shaky breath and swallows the rising feeling of affection in his chest. He tries not to have favourites but he can’t help how he feels when he sees you, always so small and cute and polite. Every time you’re in an empty room with him, the very same outcome is always bound to happen. 

Cupping your breasts now with his big hands, he squeezes your bosoms experimentally. You lick your lips and bite down on the bottom one, your eyelids heavy with lust that Fukuzawa can’t stop himself anymore. He starts thrusting into you, slowly at first, just watching your bottom lip being bitten white as you clench around his cock. He toys your stiff nipples with his thumbs, just twirling and caressing. As he speeds up his pace, he entertains his impulse to slap your tits, causing you to gasp. His eyes sparkle at the sight of you with your thumb between your teeth now, trying to force yourself to be quiet as you let your boss have his way with your body. 

“You like this, baby?” he grunts, breathless at how tight your grip on him is and how easily he’s sliding in and out of your sopping pussy. 

You nod your head, looking so small and cute before him that he just wants to ruin you even more. Yukichi pinches your tits and follows that with another slap. Your core flutters around him again, pulsing tightly. He doesn’t stop fucking you as he alternates between squeezing and slapping your breasts, enjoying the little mewls and whimpers you make. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet, doll face,” he moans, throwing his head back at the pleasure of your warm, wet pussy. He is the hardest he has ever been. “I’m gonna cum.” Your boss brings his gaze back to you, eyes shining with determination. “I’m gonna cum in you, baby.” 

You bob your head, just letting him use your body however he likes. What you don’t expect is when he spits on your clit, a thin string of saliva still connected to his lips, as he glances up at you through his bangs. He slides a hand down your body and spreads the fluid around your peaked clit, enjoying how your body jolts at every swipe of his thumb. 

Lifting your leg up to rest on his shoulder, he grips tightly on your thigh while his other hand plays with your sensitive pearl. Fukuzawa drills his cock into your throbbing pussy, so fast and hard that you’re sure the others can hear the slapping of your hips and the squelching of your wet cunt being abused from outside. 

“Fuck, baby,” he curses at how tight you’re clenching around him. 

He turns his head and bites down lightly on your thigh, sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. Your walls are so tight around him that he finds it hard to pull out every time he fucks you. 

Kissing the spot he bit down on, Fukuzawa murmurs, “Gonna cum, little one?” 

You immediately nod your head. Your boss is a chivalrous man. He always lets you cum first, which he does now as he assaults your clit and speeds up his hard pounding. Paired with his whiskery kisses and light bites on your thigh, you gush around his cock, clamping down so hard on him that his fingers digs into your flesh. The strangled moans and whimpers coming out of you are really what he needs to hear. Because all it takes is one hard slam into your pulsing cunt before he releases his seeds into you, filling you up with his cum. 

You’re still twitching on his desk when Fukuzawa’s mind is cleared from the orgasmic pleasure. He thinks that post-nut clarity has to be a myth because he has never seen anything or anyone more beautiful or cuter than you writhing beneath him, your eyes shut tightly, your cheeks red from his slapping and the passion from the sex, your thumb completely in your mouth to muffle your cries. 

Yukichi doesn’t stop himself when he leans down and takes your thumb away from your mouth, replacing it with his lips. You curl your limbs around him, always so needy for him. Your pussy reflexively makes one last clench around his deflating cock, causing him to moan quietly into the kiss. When he pulls back, he cups the side of your head and brushes the tendrils of your hair back with his thumb. His eyes flicker about your features for a second, so gentle and so affectionate that your heart stutters in your chest. 

“Do you have to go back to work yet?” 

You shake your head at your boss’ question. He nods and immediately gathers you in his arms, carrying you to sit on his lap as he settles down on his office chair, your sexes still connected. He places a hand on the back of your head and brings you closer. Choosing the shoulder that is exposed by his yukata, you rest your cheek on his skin, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. 

Yukichi Fukuzawa really tries very hard not to show favouritism towards his employees but God, he thinks he loves you. 

-

© chocochipsushi 2024 all works are mine, please do not rewrite/plagiarise

[chocochipsushi]

“𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲”

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2024 Chocochipsushi Kinktober - Day 3

⤷ Kakashi Hatake as your village's Hokage

⤷ TW: Husband!Kakashi, office sex (kinda), mommy kink (not quite), cunnilingus

⤷ WC: 1.5K

⤷ Short summary: The Hokage, who is also your husband, makes you wear pencil skirts and blames you for distracting him.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“Lord Hokage?” 

Kakashi flicks his gaze up to your face again. He clears his throat, trying not to come off as embarrassed for getting caught staring at your ass. Again. 

“Yeah, that’s fine,” he mumbles, not entirely sure what he is agreeing to. 

When you’re quiet, he glances up at you again, only to see you giving him a reprimanding look with your hands on your hip. He groans and leans back in his chair, now blatantly ogling at your perky ass. He reaches out to cup the mound, his fingers instinctively curling to squeeze your flesh. 

“It’s your fault you always wear these pencil skirts, baby,” he blames. 

You scoff indignantly and slap his hand away. Dropping any honorifics now, you remind him, “Kakashi. You gave me this dress code when I started working as your PA.”

He flicks his gaze up to you as his lips stretch into a grin behind his mask. “Best decision of my life.”

“So you can’t blame me— Babe!” You scold when you feel your husband’s nimble hand tugging the hem of your skirt up. 

He gives you a slight pout as he tries to negotiate, “Let’s just take a break, baby doll. We’ve been working so hard.”

He’s actually not wrong. You’d been in and out of his office at least five times today, and each time for no less than 30 minutes. It is nearly five in the evening now and you have to admit that you are getting tired, too. 

So you let him pull your skirt up to expose your ass in a g-string. You jerk forward when you receive a smack on a cheek. Kakashi lets out a guttural groan. Hearing some rustling behind you, you turn your head to see him getting on his knees now, settling himself at eye level with your ass. He glances at you as he pulls his mask down. 

“Legs wider, Mommy.” 

You click your tongue at him and complain, “Stop calling me that!” He does it on purpose because he knows you hate it. He only grins at you in reply, so you huff and roll your eyes as you do as he says. 

“Now bend over,” he instructs. 

He hums in satisfaction at how well you listen to him despite always acting feisty with him. Finally, he leans in and he drops a kiss on your ass cheek. Your breath comes out shaky. The touch of Kakashi’s rough hands on your ass makes your heart jump and your breath hitch. He spreads your cheeks, at the same time pulling your g-string to the side, making you bite on your bottom lip at the cool stripe his tongue makes on your pussy. 

“Kakashi—”

You can feel his warm breath when he clicks his tongue and mutters against your lips, “Tsk, tsk. What did I tell you about work and personal life?”

“But—”

“Uh-uh.”

You let out a small whine, which only makes Kakashi smile. It was your feistiness that made him first fall for you but it is your secretly submissive side that makes him fall ever more in love with you everyday. 

“Lord Hokage,” you indulge, your tone just slightly whiny. 

“Mm.” 

As praise, he lands a light kiss on your folds, the tip of his nose prodding your hole just so slightly. He gave you more kisses; once, twice, three times. Squeezing your ass, his thumbs pull on your lips and spreads your folds, giving him the perfect view of your pretty cunt. Kakashi moans and gives your slit a long swipe, his tongue wet and warm from being in his watering mouth. 

“Even your pussy is so pretty,” he mutters before digging into his meal. 

You let out a long groan as you fall forward, bracing yourself against the table. Your husband is experienced in eating you out and he knows just what you like. 

The wetness. God, Kakashi is always so messy when he slobbers all over your pussy, combining both your juices and his saliva in a dirty, filthy mix. You wish you could see him right now because your favourite thing to watch is him coming up for air with the entire bottom half of his face drenched with your arousal. 

The sound. Holy fuck, he would make the most pronographic moans like he was the one getting pleasured. He enjoyed eating you out and he always made it known. And paired with the wet, smacking noises of Kakashi making out with your pussy, the room is always, always filled with the dirtiest sounds. 

The feeling of Kakashi’s face in your pussy. He is never shy in getting messy. Squeezing your cheeks together, your husband delves deeper into your cunt, the tip of his nose buried between your folds. Shaking his head side to side, his moans reverberate through your body as he smears your arousal all over his face. 

“Unngh…” you whine even as you shake your hips, so needy in wanting to smother your husband with your perfect ass. “Ka—” You feel a squeeze on your globe. “L-Lord Hokage,” you cry. “I’m so… close…”

Your husband hums into your pussy, his tongue slithering into your perfect little hole. Just as he flicks his tongue against your pulsing walls, you hear a knock on the door. You freeze, your body prickling with fear. 

You have never moved faster when you lift up off the table, your arms holding you up. You let out a hiss when you realise Kakashi is still buried in your pussy, this time stuffing his tongue in and out of your tight hole. Quickly grabbing your file, you hold it in front of you so the width of it hides the view of you getting your pussy eaten by the Hokage. 

“Yes?” You clear your throat when you hear how squeaky you sound. “Come in.” 

The door opens slowly and Shikamaru steps inside, only to stop when he realises that it is just you. His thin brows furrow as he scans the room. Your pussy squeezes around your husband’s wet muscle in fear and excitement. You know Kakashi is holding in his groan when you feel hot air breathing against your folds. 

“Where is the Sixth Hokage?” 

You gulp and answer as convincingly as you can, “Probably off trying to avoid his duties.”

“Again?” Shikamaru scoffs as he gives you a look. “You should put a leash on your husband.”

Your lips quirk when you feel Kakashi’s fingers squeezing your flesh, as if trying to stop himself from strangling the boy. With another scoff, Shikamaru exits the office, leaving just you and the Hokage in the room. Kakashi finally parts from your pussy. 

As he strokes your slit with his thumb, he complains, “Why is it so believable that I am skiving on the job?”

“Just look at what you’re doing now— Ah!” you slam the file down and fall forward, perking your ass up instinctively when he takes another dive into your cunt again. 

Kakashi digs his tongue between your tight walls again, his hand finally leaving your ass to touch your clit. Oh, fuck. He’s driving it home. 

You brace yourself, knowing what’s coming. Your husband strokes your stiff peak before rubbing the pearl between his finger and his thumb, playing with your clit like it is a toy. Even though he is gentle, your clit is so sensitive that jolts zap through your body and your pussy clamps down on his tongue. Kakashi lets out a loud moan against your pussy, now spreading his mouth wider to taking in more of you. He sucks and laps at your pussy, sometimes fucking your tight cunt with his expert tongue. 

The sound of him eating you out is so loud and so dirty. He knows you love it. Especially when you push your pussy into his face, your body moving on its own as you move your hips up and down, riding the Hokage’s face like the slut that you are. You can feel the tip of his nose sliding over your pussy over and over, giving you the stimulation that you need. 

You clamp your palm to your mouth and squeeze your eyes tight, your orgasm crashing down on you so intensely that you see white behind your lids. Your thighs are quivering and your hips are twitching against Kakashi, your pussy fluttering as you soak your husband’s face. He laps up your cum, moaning lowly at every stripe his tongue makes on your pussy, always enjoying the taste of his wife’s arousal. 

You’re spent against the table, your brain fuzzy and relaxed that you don’t even notice Kakashi getting off the floor. He puts your g-string back in place and pulls down your skirt again. Pressing his semi-hard erection against your ass, he bends over your body. You blink up at him foggily. He laughs softly. 

“You’re so cute.” Making a quick swipe over the lower half of his face with his palm in an attempt to clean himself, he drops a kiss on your cheek. Then, he teases you in a breathy murmur, making you whine at his mockery.

“Pencil skirts are made for you, Mommy.”

-

© chocochipsushi 2024 all works are mine, please do not rewrite/plagiarise

[chocochipsushi]

Hi! Stumbled upon your Professor!Gojo fic and it reminded me of me and my husband 🥹 He wasn’t my professor (He taught at a different uni) but we did meet on tinder and whenever we have sex we did a lot of roleplay similar to your fic! I love your writing and I love you! 🫶

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Omg that is so cute!!! Ur relationship is goals! And thank u for enjoying what I wrote 🥹🫶🏻

[chocochipsushi]

“𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲”

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2024 Chocochipsushi Kinktober - Day 2

⤷ Gojo Satoru as your university professor

⤷ TW: teacher/student, (teeny tiny bit of) manipulation, cunnilingus, fluff

⤷ WC: 3.4K

⤷ Short summary: Your professor proves to you that you're his favourite student.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“You! The one with the cute ribbons on your ears!”

You erupt into an explosion of red because one, Mr. Gojo knows your name, and two, he is pointing at you as he walks towards you so that everyone is staring at you. 

“Professor Gojo,” you greet with a tinge of whining when he comes closer. 

He laughs obnoxiously. He falls in step with you. “Going to class?”

“Yes.” You give him a look. “You’re teaching me.”

Gojo grins at you, and it makes you wonder what his eyes would look like now. Would the pair of striking cyan blue eyes be crinkling with teasing and mischief like you imagine them to be? 

“I know. But who’s to say that you’re not going to play hooky?”

“Because I am a good girl!” you huff, giving him a look of annoyance that he thinks of you that way. 

“Yeah, you are,” he coos. You would have thought that he might be mocking you, until he mentions, “You did really well in the last assessment.” 

Excited, you gasp a little and turn to him fully. “Are you giving us our papers today?” 

“Yup!”

You glance down at his empty hands. You look back up at him. You can see his eyebrow moving behind the blindfold in a silent question. You sigh a little and stop walking. He halts next to you as well. 

“Gojo sensei.”

“Yes?”

“Where are the papers?”

His pink lips part a little, almost in realisation. You sigh again and cross your arms. He always does this. And you know, because you are always the one reminding him of everything. Gojo gives you a thankful smile. In a blink of an eye, he vanishes before you. You wait a few beats until the teacher appears in front of you again, his hand already stretched out to pat your head. 

“What would I do without my favourite girl?”

You blush. He always calls you his favourite girl instead of his ‘favourite student.’ And you only give credit to the fact being that he probably has a favourite male student too. 

“I went to Kyoto last night and got this special candy.” Gojo digs into his pocket to get out a pack of colourful sweets. He drops it into your tote bag. “I think you’ll like it.” 

“Professor Gojo,” you whine a little, softly. “You keep buying me souvenirs every time you come back from missions.” 

“What, and you don’t like being spoiled?” 

You can hear the cockiness in his coo. He knows that you enjoy his favouritism. Gojo grins at the way your body temperature increases at his mocking. 

“It’s just… how do I repay you?” 

Your teacher chuckles. Before you near the classroom, he gives you one last pat on the head. “You’re good. I enjoy teaching you, and that’s enough.” 

“I’m sure that’s not enough,” you argue with a sigh. “What can I do to repay you—”

He waves his hand in the air. “There’s no need.” 

“—For always spoiling me—”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“—I want to do something—”

“It’s fine.”

“—Anything—” 

“Pink.” 

Your mouth opens, about to continue trying to persuade him to let you give something back to him, only to shut it again at the sound of his answer. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. You are just a few steps away from the classroom now. He notices your uncertainty. His lips tip into a smile.

“I like the colour pink.” 

You can’t think of a reason why Gojo said that to you. You have been wracking your brain, trying to think of what exactly he might mean, and all you can think is to wear a cute, pink dress, and a pair of pink ribbon earrings the next time you go to class. 

You wish you could see Gojo’s eyes just so you know if you did something right. But you think you did, especially when he walks around the class and constantly brushes against your arm, like a cat who is welcoming someone it appreciates. Or at least, that was what you thought his brushes meant. You only realise that he had actually been trying to get close enough to drop another souvenir into your bag when you stand up to leave after class and a small box of something drops onto the floor. 

You glance down blankly at the box, then up at Gojo, who is leaning against the teacher’s table with a leg crossed over the other, his arms over his chest. He is talking to another student, but his face is turned in your direction. You would have stayed confused if not for him subtly nodding his head in your direction, trying to tell you that the mystery box is indeed from him. So you turn your back to him and bend over to pick it up. 

You only realise what a stupid decision that was when you feel how tight and snug your dress is around your bottom and your thighs, especially when you bend over like this. Panicking a little, you quickly snatch the box up as you peek between your legs to glance at Gojo. He doesn’t show any indication that he has seen your little show. After all, he is wearing a blindfold. So you quickly get up and stuff the gift into your bag, hurrying to rush out of the classroom. 

However, just as you pass the teacher and the student at the desk, you hear Gojo calling your name. You freeze in your step and turn around very slowly. The student that had been speaking to him has her head turned to look at you. 

“Could you be a doll and clean the board for me?”

You look around the classroom and see that the last of the students are already slowly filing out of the room. You gulp and nod your head. 

As you go up to the board, you put your bag down on the teacher’s table, overhearing Gojo explaining a theory to the only other student left in the classroom. For someone who does more nonsense than teaching, you didn’t even notice that Gojo has actually written a lot on the board today. You are only about halfway done, trying to reach for the top of the whiteboard, when you feel someone close behind you. 

“All pink today, huh?” 

Your heart races as you stop your cleaning for a moment. You turn your head slowly, only to freeze at the touch of the professor’s slender fingers trailing up the back of your thigh. You hold your breath. He drags the hem of your dress up. Sucking in a breath, he moans at the sight of your pink panty clad ass. 

“Even your panties are pink for me.”

Unaware of this fact, you quickly look down to where his finger is lining your pink underwear and realise that you had unconsciously worn pink panties to match with your dress. For your professor. 

“Gojo sensei…” you look up at him with a pleading look in your eyes, hoping he doesn’t take this the wrong way. 

“Giving me a show while I was talking to another student, huh? Was someone jealous?”

“No! I was just—!”

Gojo grips your hip with his other hand to stop you from turning around. “Uh-uh. Clean the board for me, sweetheart.”

You swallow. You turn back to the board slowly to do as he says. You try to explain anyway, “I was just trying to pick up the thing you got me. Thank— oh!” You gasp in surprise. Gojo has pulled your hips back a little as he moves closer, pressing his crotch to your ass. You let out a ragged exhale as he starts to rub himself against your ass. “—you,” you continue in a squeak, pretending not to be affected by his grinding. 

Gojo moans into your ear. “Anything for my favourite girl.” He drops his head to press a soft kiss to your neck, making your little hairs stand. “Mm, you look so pretty today.”

“Professor Gojo…”

You are enjoying your teacher rubbing his tent on your ass more than you are heeding his order to clean the board. 

“Wonder how you taste…” Gojo murmurs against your skin, his breath hot and gruff. “Sweeter than candy, I bet.”

You drag the hand holding the duster down the board as you try to keep yourself on your feet. The way the teacher is grinding against your heated core is making your mind go fuzzy. Even Gojo is moaning softly, his fingers gripping tightly on your hip. 

“Keep cleaning the board,” he reminds you in a coo. 

You swallow and nod your head, waking up a little from your stupor. You wipe the words off the surface, tipping your toes to reach the last of the black ink at the top. Gojo leans back now as he grabs onto your hips and tilts his so that his erection is digging into the warm, wet spot between your legs. He moans loudly. 

“Oh, sweet baby…”

“Professor Gojo,” you whine, finally done now as you leave the magnetic duster on the board and grab onto his hands by your body. 

He shifts his hands to hold yours, squeezing your fingers briefly before he lets go and, to your disappointment, takes a step back. Knowing you, he waits for you to turn around fully to face him. And when you do, he immediately cups your face in his big hands, his face already coming closer to take your soft lips in his. Your hand grasps onto his shirt as you moan into the kiss. He tastes like all the candies he likes to eat. 

Your kiss gets hotter, steamier, especially when his hand slides down the side of your thigh and up again, slipping under your dress. His long fingers squeeze your flesh, and when he reaches your ass, he gives you such a loud, resounding slap to your mound that you jump and pull away in surprise. 

Lifting the blindfold off his eyes, Gojo finally lands his azure eyes on you, so entranced and so full of lust. For you. He licks his lips as he glances down at yours, his white lashes brushing against his cheek every time he does so. 

“You taste sweeter than any candy I’ve eaten,” he whispers breathlessly. 

You blush. You open your mouth to say something, only for him to give you a wet kiss, your lips smacking when he pulls away to line kisses down your neck and chest. He nuzzles his nose into your cleavage, moaning at the suppleness of your tits. Then, he glances up at you as he slides his hands down your curves, his knees following so that he is kneeling in front of you. Your hands are now on his shoulders. 

“Gojo sensei—“

“Just let me have a little taste, please, sweetheart,” he begs needily, almost entranced. “Gojo sensei just wants one lick of your sweet pussy. Okay?” 

You swallow as you nod your head shyly. Your professor lifts your dress and rolls down your pink panties, allowing you to step out of them before he shoves them into his pocket. His breath catches in his throat when he sees your clean shaven cunt. 

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he curses softly. He dips the length of his finger between your thighs, immediately feeling the wetness coating his digit. He sucks in a deep breath and groans. He lifts his bright blue eyes up to meet your gaze. “Baby, your pussy is crying.” Gojo hums and leans in as he coos, “It’s okay, Princess. I’ll make your poor cunny feel all better. Open wide for Professor Gojo, pretty.”

You listen so well that the male gives you a kiss on your hip as a reward. He bends lower and sees the string of arousal connecting your thigh to your pussy. You twitch when you feel his warm tongue swiping at your inner thigh, licking up your juices. He shuts his eyes and groans loudly in satisfaction, now moving closer to slide the flat of his tongue along your folds. You let out a gasp and instinctively grab at his white head of hair. 

“Relax, pretty girl,” he coos sweetly, his hand caressing your ass, giving it a light squeeze. 

You let out a deep breath as you listen and loosen your grasp on his white locks. Gojo drops a gentle kiss on your swollen clit, making your body jolt in response. He doesn’t say anything but laughs at your reaction, causing your cheeks to burn. 

“Sensitive, are you, sweetheart?” he mocks. 

As if wanting to reaffirm your sensitivity, he kisses your clit again, only to wrap his lips around it when you let out a whimper. You bend over with a loud moan, feeling him suck on the sensitive little thing, flicking his tongue over it. You can feel the reverberations of his growl on his tongue as he slides the flat of it down to your folds now. 

“Gojo sensei,” you breathe, your fingers tugging on his hair again. 

“Hmm?” He squeezes your ass as he makes out with your lips, moaning against your pussy like a man starved. 

“You’re— ha… N-Not going to— mm! To fuck y-your favourite student— ah!” 

You squeal when your teacher presses the tip of his tongue to draw circles around your clit, alternating between little flicks to your little nub. Your legs are slowly losing strength as you arch against the board, your hips shaking at the stimulation. He finally lets go of you with a pop and a sigh, like he has had the best, most hydrating drink after weeks in a desert. 

You glance down at him and see that Gojo is already staring up at you, blue eyes on your heavy-lidded eyes and your flushed cheeks. Fuck, you’re so pretty. 

As he gets up from his kneeling position, he lifts you by your thighs, allowing you to naturally curl your limbs around his frame. You bury your fingers in his hair as he presses up against you. He is rock hard and big under his slacks, his hips moving to grind against your heated core. Gojo leans in, and just when you think he is about to kiss you, he stops.

“You’re so pretty,” he finally whispers, his lips brushing yours as he speaks. 

Blood rushes up your face to sprinkle a cute shade of pink on your cheeks. Your teacher leans in to give you a peck on your lips, such a gentle and sweet one that you’re surprised. Especially when he makes a long, slow stroke of his hips against your needy cunt. 

“So pretty,” he says again, as if you didn’t hear him the first time. 

Unable to take it anymore, you blurt, “Fuck me, Gojo sensei.”

Your teacher makes a strangled sound at the back of his throat and you can see his pupils expanding at the mere thought of fucking his favourite student. But he swallows his impulse and shakes his head. You hold your breath as you stare at him. Isn’t all of this just to lead up to that?

Gojo notices the changes in your body and he quickly shakes his head again. “No, I just— I’m not going to fuck you here,” he says softly. “We have to be comfortable if I’m going to fuck your pretty cunt.” Your heart throbs at his words, especially when he says, “‘Cause you’re going to be wrecked.”

You nibble on your bottom lip, which only draws Gojo’s attention to your swollen lips. “Then what now?” you whisper. 

Without answering you, he pulls down his slacks and lets his erection slap against your folds. You bite down on your bottom lip when he starts thrusting his hips, stroking his throbbing cock on your wetness. 

“Gojo sensei…” you breathe. You can feel every vein and ridge of his cock against your sensitive cunt. 

He bites down on his bottom lip as he smirks at you. “Yeah? You like that, pretty girl?”

You can only nod your head dumbly. Your professor keeps grinding his meat on your pussy, filling the empty classroom with the sticky, wet, erotic sound of your juices coating his dick. Leaning in, Gojo latches his mouth on your neck, only to completely freeze the next second. You’re wondering what has happened, until you feel a strange weightless feeling take over your body. You find yourself in your professor’s familiar office the very next moment you open your eyes. 

Gojo gives you an apologetic look. “Sorry. Someone was coming.” You shake your head and he smiles at you. “Back to where we left off, then.”

So he continues sucking on a sensitive spot on your neck, his tongue flicking over the skin in an attempt to soothe the aching feeling of him trying to mark you. Your hands circle around his nape to give yourself some stability as you start moving your hips, trying to relieve your sexual needs. 

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Gojo groans against your skin. You feel the tip of his nose buried in your neck. 

“Yeah,” you breathe. “It feels so good, Professor… Do you feel good?”

He groans again. You’re so sweet. God, he wants you. 

Lifting his head from your bruised neck, Gojo pounds his lips on yours, almost swallowing you whole as he kisses you hungrily. His hips thrust against you with so much force and vigor that you can feel his mushroom head catching on your clit with every stroke, stimulating your sensitive button perfectly. 

“G-Gojo— ah… I’m gonna… so close…” you whine as you pull him closer, relying on him to hold you up as short spasms take over your body. 

“F-Fuck,” your professor curses. He wraps his arms around you, pressing your bodies impossibly closer. 

Your hips move in tandem with his, speeding up as you chase your climax. He knows you’re close. Resting his cheek on your temple, he moans into your ear. 

“Pretty girl gonna cum for Gojo sensei?” he drawls. “Gonna squirt all over my cock and mark me with your filthy cum, baby?” The coil in your stomach tightens at his dirty words. “Yeah? Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Harder. Mm… Faster. Oh, good girl, baby. Like that. You’re such a good girl for Gojo sensei.”

“Ah— unngh!” 

You are hit with the great force of a powerful orgasm that has your head spinning, your body prickling, and your toes curling. You bury your head in Gojo’s hair, your body trembling in his arms, your hips twitching with every wave of orgasm crashing down on you. 

Your professor is patient as he coos sweet things in your ear, praising you for being such a good girl, his big palm rubbing soothing strokes on your back. When you’ve finally come back down to earth, you lift your head slowly to face Gojo, who smirks at you. 

“My turn.”

All Gojo really needs is a sloppy, steamy kiss and a few strokes on your sticky, drenched pussy before he pulls away panting. His hand squeezes around the base of his cock and he presses his swollen cock head on your clit. The both of you watch as white liquid covers your red nub, the veiny shaft in your professor’s hand pulsing with every release of his thick cum. He throws his head back with his eyes closed, his mouth parting to moan your name, so needy yet so relieved that are mesmerised as you watch him cum on your pussy, his head filled with the thought of his favourite student. 

As his head clears from the overwhelming pleasure, Gojo swallows and licks his lips. He flutters his eyes open to see you watching him with the most endearing look on your face, his cheeks flushed, your lips swollen, your hair just so slightly messy. He can’t help himself when he leans in to drop a soft kiss on your lips. When he parts from the kiss, he tilts his head to press a kiss on the corner of your lip, lining a string of pecks on your cheek that gets aggressively harder, making you turn your head to the side as you laugh, trying to push your teacher away. 

“Gojo sensei, what are you doing?” 

“You’re just so pretty,” he murmurs, his canines brushing against your cheek as he grins. “I’m going to marry the hell out of you the moment you graduate.”

-

© chocochipsushi 2024 all works are mine, please do not rewrite/plagiarise

[chocochipsushi]

“𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫”

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2024 Chocochipsushi Kinktober - Day 1

⤷ 𝙏𝙤𝙟𝙞 𝙁𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤 as your single dad

⤷ TW: INCEST, somnophilia, noncon/dubcon (only in the beginning)

⤷ WC: 3K

⤷ Short summary: You surprise your father who spends his first birthday away from you who surprises you instead.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Toji wakes up with a parched mouth. He is grateful for the bottle next to his bed as he opens it and almost downs the whole thing before taking in his surroundings, trying to recalibrate after all the drinks from last night. 

He really shouldn’t have drank so much but his friends just had to celebrate his birthday like they were fucking teenagers again. 

The windows are drawn but it seems like dawn is almost breaking as slivers of soft light spills onto the carpet of the hotel room. He turns to the side and notices a woman on the bed, sleeping with her back to him, her hair flowing behind her messily. Toji frowns as he tries to remember what happened last night. All he remembers is having too much to drink and picking up a lady at the bar. 

He lifts the blanket slightly and sees that she is in a t-shirt that has ridden up to show off a tight pair of booty shorts, hugging her round globes as she hikes a leg up. He doesn’t even try to fathom where she got these sleeping clothes from. 

Toji is distracted as he feels blood rushing down to his groin. He doesn’t remember her face, or her name, or even how he got her to come back with him. He is usually so bad with women, especially ever since his divorce. But he has to pat himself on the back because she sure as hell has a sexy body. 

Scooting closer, Toji dips his hand under her shirt, running his palm up her smooth skin. He cups her breast, moaning softly when he realises that apart from having a nice ass, she has nice tits too. 

Leaning down, he drops a kiss on her shoulder. He slides his calloused hand back down her body, now inching his fingers into her shorts. He kisses her neck, only to moan and nuzzle his nose into her familiar scent. She smells like his favourite person in the world. She must use the same shampoo as his daughter does. 

“You smell so good,” he murmurs softly into her ear, not quite wanting to wake her up fully. 

Toji’s fingers find her clothed clit and he traces the little nub gently. The girl moans softly but nuzzles her cheek into the pillow as she continues sleeping. Toji thinks to himself that she has such a sweet voice. He keeps stroking the bean, drawing circles over her panties, flicking the sensitive pearl. When he feels her buck her hips, he decides to pull the crotch of her panties to the side and ease some of her frustration. 

He slides his finger down, spreading her lips slightly to spread her juices to her puffy clit to serve as lubrication while he rubs on the little nub. The woman lets out a mewl. Alternating between sliding the length of his finger between her lips and playing with her clit, Toji presses his erection against her ass as he rocks his hips. But it isn’t enough, of course. He needs to fuck this goddess in his bed; hear her moan louder; see her face. 

Slipping his hand out from her shorts, he moves to completely rid himself of every article of clothing before pulling her shorts down past her ass. He can’t help the low, satisfied groan that slips out when he squeezes a handful of her flesh. 

Toji moves closer as he holds the base of his cock, guiding it to her entrance as he rubs his cockhead along her sopping wet pussy. The female finally stirs. 

“Daddy?” she croaks out sleepily. 

His heart stutters. Fuck. She sounds so cute and sexy at the same time. And ‘daddy’? He never thought or explored the idea that he had a daddy kink up until that very moment. 

“Hmm,” Toji hums. “Daddy’s here,” he coos, tilting his hips as he prods her clit with his tip. 

Her whine spurs him on now as he fits his leaking head between her slit, pressing against her entrance. As he pushes his cock inside her, she lets out a gasp at the pang of pain, only to let out a mewl as the pain morphs into pleasure. 

“Wait, Daddy—!”

Toji is already sheathing his entire cock between her gummy walls, cursing under his breath at her tightness. He has never had a tighter pussy than this. Shit, he needs to put a face to the goddess he is fucking. 

Maneuvering himself so that he has both hands planted on either side of her body, Toji gets up to hover over her, his cock still buried deep inside of her cunt the entire time. He doesn’t let her turn her head as he eagerly swoops in to kiss her first, hungry for the taste of her lips. She tastes so sweet, like cotton candy. 

She places a hand on his chest as she lets out a sound of protest, but Toji swallows her squeal, at the same time sliding his tongue along hers. She moans softly, her fingers now clawing at his chest, her fingernails digging into his skin. 

He kisses her sloppily, hungrily as he starts to move his hips, fucking her slowly. Her walls flutter around his throbbing meat, her juices wrapping his cock in a sticky coat. Soon out of breath, Toji pulls away from her lips with a smack, fluttering his eyes open. He holds his breath as he watches in slow motion as the female turns her head to face him. 

Every muscle fibre of his body freezes. 

His precious, beautiful daughter is staring up at him, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from the kiss. Her eyebrows are furrowed as she gazes up at him sweetly, almost like he isn’t defiling his very own daughter. 

“Oh, fuck,” Toji hisses, though still not moving. His entire body feels heavy with guilt. 

Why is she even here? He had come to Yokohama for a business trip where his friends decided to join him for a short boys’ trip. 

“Daddy,” she whispers, almost like she is afraid he might scold her. “I swear I was going to tell you—”

“Baby,” he breathes, cutting her off. “What are you doing here?”

“I flew here because I wanted to celebrate your birthday with you. Uncle Shiu gave me your hotel and room details,” she confesses. To be fair, Toji has never missed a birthday celebration with his daughter, ever. The girl whimpers when she feels his cock twitching inside of her. “But you came back drunk—”

“What happened to the woman I came back with?” 

“She left after dropping you back—”

“God, baby, I’m so sorry,” Toji apologises as he pulls out of her quickly. It takes him a lot of willpower to ignore the clenching of her walls, as if to keep him with her. “I wouldn’t have— If I’d known— Oh, baby, Daddy is so sorry.”

He falls on top of her as he gathers her in his arms, resting his cheek against her temple. Toji’s hard rod bounces at the movement, his cock head bumping her wet lips. The girl licks her lips and swallows the mewl that is threatening to escape. 

“It’s okay, Daddy,” she whispers. “It felt good.”

Toji freezes once again. He lifts his head slowly to stare at her blinking bashfully up at him. “What?” he breathes. 

She nods her head. “Really good, actually,” she admits quietly, her cheeks getting rosy at her dirty confession. 

Her father stays gaping at her. “You’re not upset?” he finally asks. 

She shakes her head and reaches out to cup his cheek tentatively. “I’m just sorry I cockblocked you. You know… the woman you brought back.”

“Well,” he mutters, scratching his temple with a finger awkwardly. “Technically you didn’t.” He moves to sit back on his heels now as he stares down at his daughter, who shifts to stare up at him. He can’t help his gaze running down her body. “Because I still fucked you.” 

“Well,” she says back slowly. “Technically you didn’t fuck me.” He raises an eyebrow, wondering what she means by that. Because he is sure he did, just three minutes ago. “You kinda only put it in for, like, a few seconds.” 

Toji quirks a smile. “Okay…” he says slowly. “So… I guess we should leave it at that.”

She frowns as she glances down at his cock, still so thick and hard it looks angry and red. “I don’t think so,” she murmurs, making it a point to glance down at his stiff cock again. 

“What should we do, then?” Toji asks quietly, already knowing where this is heading. it is wrong, he knows. But God, seeing her this morning in his bed has made him feel things he thought he would only experience when he was younger. 

He wraps his hand around his cock and starts stroking it slowly as he watches his daughter purse her lips. Her cheeks are pink and her gaze is shy when she whispers, “You can put it in me again. For longer than a few seconds.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” she squeaks, nodding her head. “Only because I don’t want you dying of blue balls on your birthday.”

Toji feels his heart expanding with love for his baby girl even as he laughs and moves to hover over her again. She is so sweet to let her father use her. 

“Aren’t you a filial little baby,” he mutters, his eyes flickering between her teasing gaze and her curled lips, his one hand still stroking his fat dick. 

Leaning down, he takes her mouth in his again, softly. This time, with him knowing her full identity, she somehow tastes sweeter, softer, lovelier. He moans into the kiss when she lifts her hand to cup his cheek. Blindly feeling around for her shorts, he manages to find them and push them away, just enough for her to take over and kick the apparel off her legs. Toji parts from the kiss and stares down at her, his gaze soft. 

“You’re sure?” he whispers. 

The girl’s lips curl into a sweet smile as she nods. “Also because I haven’t had dick in a while,” she teases. 

Toji rolls his eyes and scoffs. “As if Daddy’s dick is just any dick.” She giggles at his comment and he smirks at her. “I’ll promise you that after this, you’ll never want any other dick ever again.”

“Just Daddy’s?” 

He leans down to press his lips to her soft ones. “Just Daddy’s,” he agrees. 

As Toji deepens the kiss, he slides his cockhead up and down her soaked pussy lips, enjoying her little mewls and the way her folds smack wetly against his tip. His little girl starts rocking her hips slowly. Toji, not wanting to let his baby wait too long, adjusts his cock at her familiar entrance. She gasps and parts from the kiss when he pushes his tip inside of her. 

He wonders if he has ever seen anyone as beautiful as her as he watches her bite down on her bottom lip and shut her eyes in pleasure. Pulling his tip out and entering again, he keeps teasing her like this until his daughter whines and grabs his bicep, her fingernails sinking into his skin. 

“Daddy,” she whines. 

Toji’s heart stutters. Fuck, she really did just unearth a new, disgusting kink inside of her father. He didn’t think what was once an innocent title would now be heard as a sexy, filthy name. 

“Say please.”

“Please, Daddy.”

Toji’s lip quirks. “Use your words and tell Daddy what you want, baby girl.”

“I want Daddy to put his cock in me and fuck me until I’m unconscious,” she says immediately, shamelessly. “And then I want Daddy to continue abusing my pussy.” Toji stops and blinks at his daughter. He never would have thought in a million years that she was so kinky. But she feigns innocence when she whines, “Daddy, please!”

He clucks his tongue. “Tsk, tsk. You’re such a dirty girl, Princess.” 

But he has never declined his baby girl of anything and he definitely isn’t going to start now. Sheathing himself slowly into her warm pussy again, the both of them groan in unison. Her pussy is stretching so wide to accommodate his fat dick, causing her walls to pulse around his veiny girth. She feels so full, so good. Toji could stay buried in her forever, and he hasn’t even fully entered her yet. 

The girl’s eyes start tearing up at the pain and pleasure her father’s cock is giving her, spreading her tight hole with his thick meat and burying his cock so long inside of her that she can feel it in her stomach. Toji coos as he leans down to kiss the corner of her eye. 

“Too big for you, Princess?” 

She whines and nods, but Toji doesn’t stop entering her. “Biggest I’ve ever had, Daddy,” she admits.

He lets out a quiet groan when he finally bottoms out inside of her warm cunt, dropping his head so she hears his breathy moans next to her ear every time her walls pulse around his hard rod, trying to get used to his size once again. 

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, little one,” he whispers, kissing her earlobe. 

The father tilts his head now to nuzzle his face into her neck, latching his lips on her skin, as he pulls out just a little bit and pushes back into her slowly. The girl lets out a loud moan at his slow, sweet fucking. The sticky, wet sound of Toji thrusting into her pussy is loud and erotic. It only spurs him on even more. 

The girl gasps and clings onto his arm when he speeds up his movements. Toji lifts himself up now, looking down at his baby girl as her body moves with every deep plunge into her. He can see her tits bouncing under her shirt and he just wants to watch them. Tugging on the hem of her top, he helps remove the last article of clothing on her body. 

His hips still as he stares down at his baby’s body, seeing her naked body for the first time. Toji thinks he really has to be looking at a goddess on earth. Tentatively, he reaches to cup her breast. He fondles the mound, squeezing her perked nipple between the length of his fingers. 

“Daddy,” she whines shyly. She has never seen a man look at or touch her body like this before, like she is the most beautiful thing on this planet. 

Toji flickers his eyes up to hers and she notices the fire in them. Her heart drops a little, wondering if she did anything wrong. 

“You let other men see your body like this?” She isn’t sure how to respond. But he isn’t asking to get a reply. “You let other men touch you like this?” His mouth twitches, baring his teeth for a split second in a possessive snarl. 

Flipping her leg open now, he plants his palms on the back of her thighs, her legs now pressed against her body. He leans down and takes a tit into his mouth as he starts rutting his hips again, this time like an angry animal. The sounds of her moans and whimpers are like music to his ears. It is his motivation as he speeds up his fucking, just ravaging his baby girl’s pussy like the sex deprived man that he is. 

Her tit pops out of his mouth as he stares up at her from behind his fringe, grunting, “You let other men fuck you like this, baby?” She opens her mouth to answer but Toji doesn’t want to hear the truth. He growls, “No one’s allowed to see my baby girl like this. Or touch you like this. Or fuck you like this.” His strokes are getting harder and more intense now. “You’re mine,” he swears. 

She is embarrassed by the sounds coming out of her mouth as her father fucks her with passion and vigour, his hands roaming about her body like he is worshipping her. He moves away from her now as he slides his hand down her waist to touch her clit with his thumb. 

“Daddy, not there—!”

Toji doesn’t listen, of course. As he fucks her tight pussy, his thumb plays with her sensitive pearl, swirling the little nub under his thumbpad. He groans at her fluttering walls around him, clenching so hard that it is almost hard for him to pull out. 

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he groans. She whines, her cheeks flushing. Churning a ball of spit and releasing it on her clit, Toji rubs harshly on the stiff button. She lets out a cry of pleasure. “Feeling good, Princess, hmm?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy,” his daughter whimpers, her legs trembling slightly already. 

Leaning down now with his thumb still stimulating her clit, Toji kisses her hard, their tongues swirling around each other in a hot, steamy kiss. He groans at her walls clenching around him at longer intervals. 

“Baby girl gonna cum?” Toji mumbles against her lips. She moans embarrassingly. “Hmm? Gonna cum on Daddy’s fat cock, baby?”

She parts from the kiss and throws her head back as she cums around her father’s cock, his words too dirty for her to handle. The man lets out a long groan and speeds up his fucking. In two long strokes of his hips, ropes and ropes of white cum paint her fuzzy walls as Toji empties his load into his daughter’s body. His thrusts slow down but he doesn’t stop entirely even as he calms down from his high. 

When all that is left are loud pants and the sticky squelching of Toji’s cock entering her cream-filled pussy at a lazy pace, the male lifts his head to look at the girl, whose expression clearly shows bashfulness. 

“Daddy…” she murmurs embarrassingly. 

His cock twitches again in arousal. His hips start to move on its own accord as he sheaths in and out of her pussy with more purpose. She makes a cute noise at the back of her throat. The father dips his head to latch his lips on her neck and just before he marks her, he says something that makes her heart jump. 

“Daddy’s going to make you my birthday present everyday, every year.”

-

© chocochipsushi 2024 all works are mine, please do not rewrite/plagiarise

[chocochipsushi]

Hi, I just found your blog. I went through a traumatic situation related to abuse and I realized that reading about the situation I went through makes me feel better. and Toji's single father fanfic was everything to me. Who about a part 2 with how the relationship was after them? It turned out the same way as before, it turned into something romantic...

I’m so sorry to hear that. I’m glad u found comfort through reading tho🫶🏻

I did think about the single dad!Toji fic part 2! But i’m still not sure. Any suggestions for the smut? Tho I definitely would like to turn their relationship romantic !

[chocochipsushi]

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The following stories are going to be NASTY so pease be mindful when reading the content - if something makes you uncomfortable, do not read it, do not interact with it, and do not shame anyone who reads it.

(Also trying out some writing for new characters I've never written before, so please give me more moral support😭)

1 October ⤷ Toji Fushiguro as your single dad - “𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫” ⤷ TW: INCEST, somnophilia, noncon/dubcon (only in the beginning) ⤷ Short summary: You surprise your father who spends his first birthday away from you who surprises you instead.

6 October ⤷ Gojo Satoru as your university professor - “𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲” ⤷ TW: teacher/student, (teeny tiny bit of) manipulation, cunnilingus ⤷ Short summary: Your professor proves to you that you're his favourite student.

12 October ⤷ Kakashi Hatake as your village's Hokage - “𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲” ⤷ TW: Husband!Kakashi, office sex (kinda), mommy kink (not quite), cunnilingus ⤷ Short summary: The Hokage, who is also your husband, makes you wear pencil skirts and blames you for distracting him.

18 October ⤷ Yukichi Fukuzawa as your boss - “𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞?” ⤷ TW: Dom/sub, face slapping, office sex ⤷ Short summary: It's after hours and your boss needs you.

24 October ⤷ Suguru Geto as the ghost of your husband ⤷ TW: Spectrophilia ⤷ Short summary: Your husband is dead but his spirit is not.

30 October ⤷ Toji Fushiguro as the boyfriend of a cam girl ⤷ TW: Hotheaded!Toji, live sex cam, hair pulling ⤷ Short summary: Your boyfriend hates being thrashed by your viewers.

31 October ⤷ Han Noah x Nam Yejun as best friends/roommates ⤷ TW: Exhibitionism, video cam sex, cheating, threesome ⤷ Short summary: Your boyfriend gets his best friend to take care of you while he is gone for his work trip.

[chocochipsushi]

and soulmate toji !!!!!! i love

Thank u!!!! Soulmate!Toji is such a sweetheart (and low key daddy)

[chocochipsushi]

unpopular opinion but you should be jailed for how good your dbf!toji was- absorbed my attention for my entire shift 😮‍💨

but really you have a way with words and i am exponentially appreciative that you shared it with us. maybe not too happy about my now higher bar for men but you’re amazing <3

😭😭😭😭 thank u so much!!!! I was worried tbh bc I noticed (idk why it took me so long but) many fics here are kinda short?? I thought I was probably dragging it out longer than it should have gone on for but i’m so happy u guys like it 🫶🏻

[chocochipsushi]

just read the toji soulmate fic, its spectacular give me 14 of em right now ‼️‼️‼️ pls never stop writing I was literally kicking my feet and giggling

jajdkfksl thank u😭😭🥹 i’m honestly in my fluff era so there might be more but i am also thinking of participating in kinktober this year 😬

[chocochipsushi]

SFW

🌸Word count: 7.5K words

🌸AU: Soulmates are bound by an invisible red thread tied around their pinkies. Only within close proximity with your soulmate for the first time does the red string become visible to the both of you. And cutting the thread would mean losing them as a soulmate, completely, and forever.

🌸Pairing: Mismatched Toji x reader couple (soooo fucking cute), age gap, SatoSugu

🌸A/N: I couldn't get over Soulmate!Toji so I wrote a prequel.....

Part 1, Part 2 >>

You were always so excited and curious to meet your soulmate. Since you were a kid, you’d fantasise ways you might meet your other half. You just never anticipated that your soulmate would be a man almost two times bigger than you. 

You remember the day you first saw him. You were staring up at him, sizing him up when you realised that your head only came up to his chest. His big muscles could probably crush you if he so much as touched you, you bet. And he looked at least a decade older than you. You’d always wondered how your soulmate would look like, but you had never imagined someone like him. 

“Um… Hi,” you squeaked softly. 

He didn't say anything as he continued staring at you. You swallowed and held up your pinky finger where a red thread was tied around. The other end was connected to his own pinky finger. 

You wondered what to say, and you nervously decided on, “Fancy seeing you here…?” 

You almost wanted to smack yourself. 

The man before you didn’t say anything and you briefly wondered if he might be mute. His facial expression never changed either, so you had no idea what he was thinking. Maybe he thought he had gotten the short end of the stick with you. 

He glanced behind you and noticed your friends watching the both of you animatedly, excited that you were the first of them to find your soulmate. The man returned his gaze back to you. He cleared his throat, then he spoke for the first time since you first noticed the searing hot sting on your last finger. 

“I’ll get your number and we’ll meet another day,” he mumbled. His voice was low and rough, kinda hot for an older man if you had to be honest. 

You blinked at his straightforwardness and his quick decision-making skills, both of which you lacked. You only got to be in shock for a few seconds before he held his phone out to you. You took it from him slowly, still in a daze from this whole situation. You keyed in your number and saved your name before handing it back to him. The man pocketed his phone and nodded at you. 

“I’ll call you.” You bobbed your head but you stayed staring at him. You saw a little frown between his brows. “Go back to your friends.”

“Oh, r-right!” you fumbled, taken aback and anxious from being chased away. “Well, um… okay,” you told him as you nodded your head, unsure of how exactly to say goodbye to your newly found soulmate. You took a small step back and gave him a little wave. “I’ll wait for your call…” You frowned here, totally forgetting if he had introduced himself. 

“Toji Fushiguro.”

“Bye bye, Toji.”

The second time you guys met was just as awkward. 

You were sitting there, blinking dumbly at the huge man opposite you. Toji stared back at you, his fingers playing with the condensation of his glass of whiskey. It had been five minutes since you were sat at the table, and it had also been silent between the both of you for just as long. You were gradually getting uncomfortable. You wondered how he could sit there without saying a word, the entire time just staring at you. You already felt like exploding with anxiety. 

You cleared your throat, just aching to break the silence though it looked like he could go on forever just watching you. “So, um… what do you do for work, Toji?” you asked nervously. 

He finally blinked as he replied mysteriously, “Better for you not to find out.” You gaped at his secrecy but he ignored the look of disbelief you were wearing on your face. Before he took a sip of his drink, he asked, “And you?”

“If I tell you, will you tell me what you do?” you haggled. 

Toji’s eyebrow quirked upward for a split second, making you wonder if you imagined it. “No. I’d rather you not know.”

“But I wanna know,” you pleaded softly. He simply kept staring at you, not saying anything. You pouted a little. Giving up, you sighed and finally told him, “I’m a PA for a director of a company.”

“You like your job?” 

It’s not a weird question to ask, but you still couldn’t help but feel touched by his solicitude. Your heart thumped in your chest as you joked, “I’d like it even more if I was a housewife.”

Almost at once, Toji nodded and responded, “Quit your job. You can stay home or even go shopping everyday if you want to. I can provide for both of us.”

You pulled a frown and leaned forward a little. You lowered your voice and questioned seriously, “What do you really do?”

He scratched his temple. “If you really have to know…” He stared at you and you immediately nodded your head. He sighed as he ran his hand down the lower half of his face, bringing your attention to his scar by his lips for a second. “I get paid by people who don’t want to get their hands dirty.”

“So you do the dirty work?” Toji’s face scrunched up into a cringe as he nodded his head. You were unknowingly whispering now as you wondered, “Like what?”

“Don’t ask.” 

“Bad stuff?”

There was a beat of silence, like he was contemplating whether or not to answer, before he mumbled solemnly, looking away, “Bad stuff.”

You continued gaping at him, your heart thumping in your chest. So your soulmate was a bad guy. 

But what could you do about it? Hand him over to the police? Like hell you would. Besides, you’re kind of intrigued. You wanted to know just what kind of things he did. So you opened your mouth to ask more questions. But you took in the scar on his lips, the stormy look in his eyes, and the stony expression that he wears. You decided that you didn’t really want to know that badly, so you huffed and leaned back in your seat. 

You wondered if you imagined the slight quirk of his lips and the twinkle in his eyes because the moment you blinked, his face was a blank sheet again. You cleared your throat. 

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-eight.”

Your lips clamped together and your eyes widened in surprise. Toji noticed your expression, so he quirked an eyebrow. 

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-five,” you squeaked. 

Your soulmate was 13 years older than you. He had lived 13 years ahead of you, without you. Holy shit, that was a long time. 

You’re still trying to wrap your head around the age gap between you and your soulmate when the waitress came to set your cocktail in front of you. Toji glanced up at her and gave her a tick of his eyebrow as a wordless thanks. You darted your eyes to the waitress at once, knowing what that small action would do to girls. 

True enough, you saw the lady pursing her lips as she fought off a shy smile, her eyes already turning googly as she continued staring at Toji. You returned your gaze to the man before you, only to see him staring at you. 

His deepset gaze unnerved you. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking whereas your friends had always told you that you were an open book for everyone to read. You remember worrying to yourself at that time if you would ever be able to live with a man whose emotions you couldn’t even read. It felt impossible then. 

When the waitress left, you shifted in your seat as you asked him quietly, “Are you happy you found your soulmate?”

He swirled the liquid in his glass. Your stomach dropped when he didn’t answer right away. What he did instead, was take a sip of his whiskey. Your anxiety level was rising with every second he took to savour the alcohol in his mouth. You felt like you might vomit just as he swallowed and hummed, nodding his head. He looked just as solemn as ever. 

In that moment, you thought with all your heart that Toji definitely hated you. 

The time your worries and discomfort started to settle was the third time you interacted with your soulmate. 

Your phone had rung in the middle of the day. You remember your heart jumping in your chest when you read the name Toji Fushiguro on the screen. Swallowing and clearing your throat, you picked up your phone and slid your finger across the screen to answer it. 

“Hello?”

“Are you free tonight?”

Your heart leapt to your throat. Was he asking you out? “Yes,” you answered breathlessly. 

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Okay. Where are we going?” 

To be fair, it had been a week since you last met him and there had been minimal contact between the both of you. You never texted, and the only time you did was when you reported that you’d reached home safely the last time you saw him. You just didn’t know what to talk to him about and you didn’t want to seem like a clingy little girlfriend by asking him out again (even though you’d only met twice so far, including the first time you bumped into each other).

“A friend’s birthday dinner.”

Your blood froze cold. “I-I’m going to meet your friends tonight?” He hummed. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!” you nearly screamed. 

You would have been embarrassed at losing your composure so unglamourously if not for how nervous you were, thinking about meeting your soulmate’s friends for the first time. You hadn’t even impressed Toji yet and now you had to impress his friends? You didn’t even know him well enough, much less the kind of friends he hung out with! How would you make them like you, when your soulmate hated you?!

Toji grunted on the other line. “I forgot.”

“You forgot your friend’s birthday?”

Ignoring you completely, Toji reminded you, “I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear a dress.” 

“Toji—”

You heard a loud noise in the background before he mumbled quickly, “Gotta go. See you tonight.”

And just like that, he ended the call. So you’re left brooding and anxiously fretting over tonight’s dinner. You couldn’t even focus on work because you’re stressing over what to wear that night and how to behave. It was the longest you ever took to get ready for anything to feel even just a morsel of satisfaction with how you look. 

By the time Toji got you from your place, you’re all but a bundle of nerves dressed in a cute dress and done up all pretty. The moment he set his piercing eyes on you, all he did was stare as he took you in from head to toe. But he said no word of praise as he made a comment about your apartment building. 

“The security here is shit.”

For some reason, the anxiety in you settled. You weren’t sure why, and what that was. But you felt calmer. Perhaps if he had commented on your looks, you would have felt even more nervous. You’re glad he didn’t say anything about your appearance. 

You turned off the lights and locked the door as you said, “Well, the rent is cheap. Can’t complain.”

Toji grunted. “You could move in with me,” he grumbled quietly, almost like he didn’t want you to hear. 

The both of you walked to the lift. “And your place is much safer than mine?” you mocked in a tease. 

Toji turned to give you a look. “Yes,” was all he said for you to realise that he was serious about 1) the security of his apartment, and 2) asking you to move in with him. 

Blushing, you looked away. The both of you took the elevator down in silence and jumped into a cab to get to the dinner location. It was so quiet for the first few minutes of the car ride that you couldn’t help but to start a conversation. You began to ask him about his friends, only to realise that maybe it was better for you to meet them in person than to listen to Toji’s short and brief responses. He must really hate talking. 

The silence during the rest of the car ride had you increasingly anxious. When you reached your destination, you were so nervous that you were fumbling and stumbling to get out of the cab. Toji stood next to you the entire time until you were no longer wobbling on your heels. You swallowed as you stared up at him. 

He was already watching you but now he quirked an eyebrow. “You alright?” 

You only allowed yourself to nod your head. Toji took a step closer and casually rested a hand on your back. Your heart smashed against your ribcage. This was the first time ever that he was touching you and you could just tell how different his touch made you feel. 

It just wasn’t the same as having someone else touching you. Hell, your crush of a few years kissing you on the cheek back in high school didn’t even compare to what you felt from a mere innocent touch on your back. 

You glanced up at Toji, suddenly seeing him in a new light as he walked through the glass doors of the restaurant. He was so much taller and bigger than you. And though his size had scared you at first, you were starting to find comfort and security in his build. Even his large, looming hand on your back made you feel calm. 

Toji, feeling your eyes on him, glanced down at you. ��Yes?” 

Immediately, your face turned red. You shook your head and quickly looked away. You could feel his eyes still on you but you tried to ignore it by pretending you didn’t notice it. That was until you felt his hand lift off your back for just a second before it wrapped around your palm. Your eyes rounded in surprise and your heart started hammering against your chest. You darted your gaze up to him, hoping to get some sort of explanation as to why he did that. 

But you realised belatedly that you had arrived at the table of Toji’s friends when you heard a bunch of male voices calling out to your soulmate. You tore your eyes away from him and turned to the bunch of people sitting around a round table. They were grinning up at the both of you, almost slyly. 

“Oh, what have we got here?” The one with white hair whistled as he appraised you behind his black sunglasses. 

Toji reached into his pocket with his free hand and tossed him a black, oblong case. “Happy birthday, dickhead.”

The man caught it perfectly in front of him. As he opened up the case, he grinned naughtily up at Toji. “Didn’t know you had a thing for young girls, old man.”

At once, your face turned a violent shade of red. Some of his friends started snickering, which only made you feel so much more self-conscious. You felt a light squeeze on your hand before Toji let go, causing your heart to stutter. He placed a hand on your back and guided you to take a seat. The moment he sat down and pulled the menu booklet over to flip through it, he casually leaned over to grab the leg of your chair and slid you closer to him. 

You were gaping at him in disbelief just as the birthday boy said, “Oh, exactly what I needed!”

Distracted, you looked up to see him wearing a new pair of black sunglasses. He looked to everyone at the table with a wide grin, showing off his present. When he lifted the glasses to perch it on his head, he winked at you. You felt your entire face erupt in flames. He interlocked his fingers and extended them like a bridge as he rested his chin on them. 

“So, are you, like, his long lost daughter or something?”

You wondered if your face ever took a break from being red. Your eyes were round as you opened your mouth to say something, only to realise you didn’t know what to say. Lucky for you, Toji grunted and spoke up on your behalf. 

“Stop teasing her.” You turned to give him a grateful look. He was pouring himself some whiskey from the bottle in the middle of the table as he muttered, “She’s my soulmate.”

You could feel the entire room holding its breath, including the occupants. You didn’t even have to look to tell that you had all eyes on you. You could feel it. 

“What?” the white-haired man with the blue eyes breathed, still in shock. 

Toji turned to you, evaluating your uncomfortable expression. He turned back to his friend with a frown. “She’s my soulmate,” he reiterated, enunciating each syllable almost harshly. “Got a problem with that, Satoru?”

There was a beat of awkward silence before everyone started clapping. Satoru’s first reaction after breaking out of his stupor was to throw his head back and whine. 

“I can’t believe you’re taking the spotlight away from me! The birthday boy!”

Satoru sulked for the whole of the first course. It was only until he saw how shy and quiet you were, so out of place in Toji’s group of friends that he decided he would stop teasing the both of you. He was too far away to hold a conversation with you, but he had hoped that he would have the chance to get to know you better. 

Just before the last course of dessert came, Toji got up and asked, “I’m going for a smoke. You want to stay here or—“

“I want to come with you,” you quickly interjected, already pushing your chair back. 

Toji took the napkin off your lap before you stood up. He put his hand on your back again, guiding you towards the exit of the private room. A few of his friends followed behind you to join him for a smoke. You walked closer to him, your shoulder bumping his bicep. Toji glanced down at you at the same time you lifted your gaze to him. His dark green orbs flickered about your features and he finally addressed the anxiety written all over your face. 

Not with words. But by reaching up to your head for a little pat, so gentle that you showed surprise even as you cringed, expecting his touch to be heavy and rough. You felt your cheeks getting rosy again. 

Leaving the establishment to get to the smoking area, Toji got out first and held the door open for you, waiting until you were out before he let go of the glass door. You watched by his side as he lit his cigarette, the end of the tobacco stick illuminating in the darkness of the night. 

“You smoke?” he asked quietly, making this the first time he was initiating conversation. You shook your head and he nodded. “Don’t start,” he said as he took another puff. 

As his friends joined you, you frowned up at him. “Why do you smoke, then?”

“He’s a hypocrite, that’s why.” 

You turned your head to see the birthday boy rolling his eyes at you as he tutted at his friend. Changing topics, he grinned boyishly at you and held out his hand. 

“Satoru Gojo.”

You shook his hand and you saw his eyebrows shooting up for a split second, surprised by your strong grip. When he let go of your palm, the ends of his lips were slightly turned down, his bright blue eyes dancing as if in approval. He held up his palm to the side where a man with long hair tied up in a bun joined you with another lady with a bob haircut. The ravenette man pulled out a stick from his cigarette box and fit it in between Satoru’s fingers before taking one for himself. The woman is already puffing on her lighted cigarette.  

“So when did you find out?” 

The man with the long hair darted his eyes between the both of you but you looked up to Toji, who had been watching you the entire time. He took a breath of tobacco in and answered as he flicked the ash of his cigarette away. 

“A week ago. I was out getting supplies.”

You glanced at his friends to see that they were looking at you. “I was out shopping with my friends,” you murmured, lashes lowered shyly. 

“You’re so cute,” Satoru almost squealed, reaching his long limb out and closing his fist in front of your face like he was going to pinch your cheek. “You’re like the total opposite of this Grump,” he scoffed, stubbing his thumb out at Toji. 

“How does it feel? To have a soulmate?”

All of you turned to the only other woman there, who darted her gaze between all of you. You noticed Satoru and the guy in the man bun sharing a look. Unknowingly, your eyebrows furrowed slightly. As Toji turned his body to stub out his finished cigarette, his broad physique shielding you from his friends, he answered your unasked question. 

“They’re soulmates, the two of them,” he muttered softly, his voice low and almost ticklish in your ear. 

“Oh,” you squeaked softly. 

When Toji returned to his original position, you felt like you were seeing the two other males in a different light. 

“Hmm, contented?” The male with slitty, black eyes gave Satoru a look of unsureness. 

The blue-eyed man hummed. “Like you’re whole. You know?” He now turned to you and Toji like you would understand, maybe add on to their list. 

You blinked dumbly. Because, honestly, you still didn’t know how you felt about Toji being your soulmate. Sure, he was a good-looking, attractive man. But his personality was too cold and too quiet for your liking. You weren’t even sure if he liked you. You didn’t know how you could be his perfect match. 

“Hmm,” Toji grunted, pulling you out of your reverie. You were in awe as you watched him voice his thoughts. “It feels like you would do anything in this world to keep her safe.”

It had only been a few days since the birthday dinner and though you and Toji hadn’t spoken at all after he safely saw you back to your place, you hadn’t stopped thinking about him and what he said about having a soulmate. More specifically, having you as a soulmate. 

You were lying in bed on a Friday night, still thinking about Toji, when you heard some noises outside your room. You froze and listened really hard, and finally picked up the sound of your front door opening. You lived alone. 

You quickly sat up in your bed, just staring at your bedroom door until you heard some light clanging sounds of metals touching. That was when you ran to your closet and curled up into a ball in the dark space, as you fumbled for your phone. You didn’t hesitate to call the first person that came to mind. 

“Hello?” Toji grunted after five rings. He sounded groggy and tired. You wouldn’t be surprised if your call woke him up. 

“Toji,” you whisper-cried. If you weren’t so scared, you could probably hear the rustling on Toji’s end as he shot out of bed. “I think there’s someone in my home.”

He sounded far away when you heard him hiss, “Fuck!” A second later, his voice was steady and definitely nearer to the phone when he asked, “Where are you?”

“In my clo—” You jumped and whimpered when you heard something crashing to the floor outside. You couldn’t even take notice of Toji audibly making a mess of his home to rush over to you. You’re already crying when you finished, “My closet.”

“‘Kay, stay there, sweetheart,” the man instructed through the phone slowly, calmly. You pursed your lips and nodded. “I’m coming, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered as a fresh hot tear fell on your cheek. 

Toji ended the call then and you had to clamp your hand over your mouth to bar any sounds from leaving you. You were alert as you kept your ears peeled to what was happening outside. There was a lot of rummaging around in the living room until you heard your bedroom door open. You shut your eyes and pressed your palm harder to your mouth. Another streak of hot tears cut through your skin. You were scared out of your wits that they might have found out there was actually someone at home on a Friday night. 

You had to listen to the intruder go through your belongings, finding valuable items to take as their loot. In the shroud of your anxiety, you missed the sound of your front door opening. But you could hear everything that happened after. 

The loud crunch of bones, the cries of pain, the under-the-breath curses. You could only hope that Toji was finally here. Still, you didn’t leave the closet in case it wasn’t. Tears were still falling from your lash line and your hand was now back over your mouth when the doors to your closet were finally yanked open. Out of reflex, you squeezed your eyes close. 

“Oh, thank fuck,” you heard a familiar, low voice breathe. 

As you opened your eyes again, you saw Toji dropping to his knees before you, his big hands reaching out to you. You couldn’t see his surprise when you fell out of the closet and into his arms, sobbing into his chest. It took him a few seconds to get over his shock but he quickly wrapped an arm around you, his other hand stroking the back of your head. 

“Shh, shh… You’re good, Princess,” Toji murmured, tilting his head slightly so his lips brushed your hair. You clung onto the fabric of his shirt, sobbing even harder. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” the man whispered, his voice breaking. He had never felt more pain in all his life than right now, listening to you cry while he held on to you trembling.

The both of you stayed in this position for a long time, Toji just patiently holding you, gently stroking your hair, humming softly as if he knew that some white noise might make you feel better. 

It took you a really long time but when you’d finally stopped sniffling, you stayed slumped in Toji’s arms, your cheek smushed against his tear soaked shirt, suddenly spent from all the crying. The male stroked his hand down your back, his other hand cupping your damp cheek. His palm was rough, calloused and warm. It made you snuggle into his hold. Toji tilted your face up and you fluttered your swollen eyes open to gaze into his worried eyes, the rest of his face stoic and expressionless except for the slight downturn of his lips. 

The rough pad of his thumb swiped across your cheek, his touch making your eyes flutter shut again. You heard him sigh as he moved slightly. You peeked at him evaluating your room. Then, he turned back to you as he brushed your hair away, tucking your locks behind your ear. 

“Let’s pack your stuff. I want you to stay with me tonight,” he declared, so firm with his decision that you simply nodded, too relieved and tired to feel nervous or incredulous at his offer. 

That night, despite the both of you being soulmates, Toji respected your space, giving you his bed while he slept on the couch in his living room. After all, this was only your fourth time meeting. You were practically still strangers, at this point. 

He was right, of course. The security in his building was way better and his apartment complex was fancy. His place was the perfect bachelor’s pad, maybe just a little too big and empty for one person if you really cared enough about these things. 

It was currently two in the morning and you’d been wide awake despite how mentally exhausted you were from the distress you were under, all because you were aware of every little sound you heard. Tired of being kept awake because of paranoia, you got up and went to find the only person whom you knew could make you feel safe. 

Your footsteps were quiet as you left the room but Toji could still somehow hear you as you saw the silhouette of his head popping up off the pillow on the couch. You stopped where you were as you wrung your fingers together nervously. 

“Toji?” you whisper-squeaked. 

The man quickly sat up on the couch, facing you. He was probably going to respond, but you gasped when you heard a muffled sound coming from the unit next door. At once, you dashed towards Toji, knocking your knee against the table in your haste. 

Your soulmate caught you when you threw yourself at him, somehow cushioning the impact of your catapult. He immediately gathered you towards him as you sat on his lap turned to the side, your face in the crook of his neck, your arms circling his nape. He rubbed your knee, soothing your injury. 

“Just the neighbour, sweetheart,” he murmured into your hair. You were still clinging onto him like a baby, not saying anything. So he asked, “Wanna go to bed together?” 

You nodded at once. So Toji picked you up easily as he walked into his bedroom, laying you down on his bed and tucking you in before he came round the other side of it. He slipped under the blanket and you immediately curled into him, though not too closely. 

Now that you had your soulmate with you, sleep fell over you like a curtain. But it was not easy, because you jumped in the middle of your night when you heard a loud thud from outside. This time, though, you had turned to the other side in your slumber, which meant you were facing away from Toji. Your heart was thudding hard and fast against your chest. Breaking out in cold sweat, you stayed frozen as you focused your wide eyes on a suspicious spot in the dark room. 

You twitched when you felt a warm, heavy hand on your arm. “It’s alright, baby,” Toji murmured, his voice so low and sandy that you almost couldn’t hear him. “I’m here.”

You flipped around immediately and scooted your way into Toji’s chest, no longer concerned about the fact that you’d only met four times or that you were practically strangers. You were afraid and all that mattered was that  he was the only person who could make you feel better. 

Toji moved closer as well, his strong arms coming around you and you just naturally fit in them, your head already on his bicep and his other arm around your back, gathering you close to his warmth. He hummed, the reverberations in his chest providing you with comfort. Taking in a deep breath of Toji’s scent, you felt yourself calming down. It took you less than five minutes to fall asleep again. 

When you awoke the next morning, you were well rested and just slightly disoriented. You blinked around the unfamiliar room and the big, messy bed you were in. Before you freaked out, the bedroom door opened. You turned to see Toji walking in with a cup of coffee in one hand, the newspaper in his other. He noticed you awake and though he didn’t smile, you wondered if you were seeing things when you noticed his dull, green eyes light up. 

“Alright, Princess?” 

You nodded as you watched him climb back to bed next to you. He set the newspaper on his lap and took a sip of his coffee before setting the mug down on his bedside table. He turned to you, tentatively reaching out to brush a stray hair away from your face, his finger lightly brushing your cheek. 

“Slept well?” You nodded again, rubbing an eye. He hummed, now feeling more comfortable as he stroked your hair with his palm. You nuzzled into the pillow and shut your eyes again. “Still tired?” Your nod was becoming lazy and hard to notice. “Good night,” he whispered. 

The next time you woke, it was because of the alluring smell of bacon. You immediately got out of bed and padded out to the kitchen where Toji was at the stove, his broad back shielding you from what he was making. Going over silently, you stood next to him and peered over his muscular arm and saw that he was cooking eggs and bacon. You glanced up at him and he flicked his gaze to you, his eyes darting about your features. 

“Hungry?” You nodded shyly. “Of course you are. It’s 12PM.” You blushed, thinking he was making a subtle jab at your sleeping habits. But then he said, “You can go back to bed after eating. You had a rough night.”

“Toji, tha—”

He interrupted you from thanking him. “I told you your building wasn’t safe. You’ll listen to me now, right?” You gave an remorseful nod. He turned off the fire and leaned against the counter as he tilted his body to face you. He looked serious and scary, like a berating father. “You can’t keep living there, sweetheart. I can’t have you caught in another situation like this, you hear me?”

“But I can’t—”

“Move in with me.”

The fifth time you met him was the last time you ever had to count the number of times you saw him. Because you’d moved in with him, no questions asked. Toji was going to slowly work his way to making you quit your job but for now, he was content with you staying with him. 

You were unpacking when a cosmetic product fell out and rolled under the couch. Crouching closer to the ground, you dug your hand under the sofa and felt around for the bottle, only to come in contact with what felt like a card. Curious, you fished it out and saw that it was Toji’s credit card. 

“Toji?” you called. You heard a grunt from the bedroom and he was out the next minute. Brandishing the card to him, you announced, “I found this.”

His eyebrows were furrowed as he walked forward to retrieve it from you. You watched him scan the card for a second before his eyes lit up in recognition. 

“Where’d you find this? Under the couch?” You nodded. He had such an incredulous look on his face that you almost wanted to laugh if not for him almost rushing forward and squatting next to you. Your eyes rounded in surprise. “You can reach under the couch?” he breathed, looking so amazed that you cracked a smile. 

“Yes…?”

“Holy shit,” he cursed. He sounded the most excited you thought he could ever sound when he requested, “Babe, I have so much shit down there that I couldn’t reach. Would you be a doll and get them for me?” 

You nodded slowly. “But… why didn’t you just use something to help you fish them out?” 

He had a deadpan look when he answered, “Can’t be fucked.”

So you got back down and managed to pull out a golf ball, a set of keys, an expensive looking pen, a battery, some coins, a cell phone, and an ointment tube. The last item you got out was your makeup spray. You finally sat back on your heels and stared at Toji, who was in awe at all the things you retrieved. 

“How do you even— A cell phone?!” You shook your head when your soulmate opened his mouth to explain. “I don’t wanna know.”

“You’re perfect,” he murmured before cupping your face and pulling you closer to press his lips to your forehead. 

“Where are we going?” you whined, now so comfortable with your soulmate that you hid no thought or emotion from him. 

“You’ll see,” Toji muttered, still as frugal with his words as ever. Although you realised that he let down his guard more at home, he was still more content with listening to you than he was speaking. 

Toji led you to the entrance of a bar where you had to go down a set of stairs, his hand held behind his back as he carefully walked you down the steps. It was three in the afternoon and you weren’t sure why you were at a bar until he pushed through the door that had a ‘closed’ sign and two familiar men sitting at the bar counter turned to face you. 

Satoru wasted no time in hopping off his stool to bound over to you. “Hello, my lovely,” he cooed as he slung his arm over your shoulder and reached his other hand out to pull yours away from Toji’s hold. You blushed at his friendliness. “Did you come to see me?” 

You were propelled to sit on his warmed up stool, the white-haired man helping you up on it easily. His soulmate smiled courteously at you. Toji tried to take the seat next to you but Satoru immediately planted himself on it, scooting closer to you. You thought you heard Toji growl. 

“You remember Suguru,” Satoru reintroduced, holding an arm out to his soulmate. You nodded. He grinned and moved closer to whisper, “Tell him to pay up.” You frowned and turned to him, only to realise how close his face was. Satoru’s grin widened when he saw your face getting redder. He leaned back a little. “He bet you’d have cut your thread by now.”

You heard Toji scoff. “Why would I?” you asked. 

“Because Fushiguro is an irritable old fart,” Suguru answered matter-of-factly. “I didn’t think you’d want to stay soulmates with a man like that.”

You frowned. “That’s mean. I like Toji.”

“Aww,” Satoru cooed, resting his head against yours. “You’re such a sweetheart. Toji is lucky to have you.”

“There’s no ice.” You turned to see Toji now behind the counter, glaring at the two men before him. 

“Yeah, we had to buy. Our ice maker is—” 

Toji didn’t even listen to the rest of his sentence before he went to the kitchen, where you assumed he was getting the ice they bought. Suguru rolled his eyes. 

“See what I mean?”

You giggled a little. “He isn’t always like that,” you promised them. 

“What is he like, then, when he is with you?” Suguru wondered, almost dubious that he could be anything but mean and grumpy. 

You thought about it as you watched your soulmate come back through the kitchen door with two glasses filled with ice. He got a cocktail shaker and started putting together a concoction. 

“Hmm,” you hummed. “He takes care of me all the time,” you murmured. Toji glanced at you, holding your gaze with his. “He always lets me have my way—“

“Within reason,” Toji added in a mutter. 

One time in the two months you had been staying with him, you’d asked to go to sleep with your head under his shirt, very literally to hide inside the shirt he is wearing. Which, resulted in Toji rejecting your incredulous idea and you whining and guilt-tripping him by swearing you were cold and needed more warmth. He finally compromised but instead of doing what you asked, he slept top naked with you snuggled up in his chest. He never wore a shirt to sleep ever since then. 

Ignoring his comment, you continued, “And he makes lame dad jokes sometimes—”

“No way,” Gojo breathed in awe. 

You nodded at him to reaffirm what you just said. “And he is really nice to me.”

Toji placed a glass of milky white liquid on the counter in front of you before going to wash the equipment he used. Then, he poured himself a whisky and stayed on the other side of the counter where he could see you better. 

“What’s this?” you murmured, picking up the glass he put before you. 

You glanced at him watching you over the rim of his drink, an eyebrow ticking in a non-verbal way of telling you to go ahead. So you took a tentative sip and smacked your lips as you tried to figure out what it tasted like. It was sweet and just a little bit sour. You really liked it. 

“Candy?” you guessed. 

“Skittles?” Satoru joined in. You turned to him in shock because how did he know what exactly it tasted like? The blue eyed man immediately shot up from his seat and pointed an accusing finger at your soulmate. “You motherfucker! You said you didn’t know how to make any of our cocktails!”

“Of course he does, Satoru,” his soulmate sighed. “We taught him and Shoko how to make them.”

“Why would you tell us that you don’t, then?!” Satoru yelled, frustrated at his best friend. 

“Too much work,” Toji shrugged, taking another sip of his whisky. 

Satoru grumbled under his breath, not forgetting any curses directed at your soulmate too. “So you actually knew how to make a Hollow Purple?” Toji stayed staring at his friend and Satoru somehow knew what that meant. He blew up again. “You motherfucking fuck! Those girls were so fucking hot! They never came back again!”

“Because I didn’t make their drink?”

“Yeah, and your stale ass attitude,” Satoru spat. 

“They were embarrassed,” Suguru explained. 

Toji scoffed. “Shouldn’t have hit on me then.”

“Well, you were single then.” Suguru glanced at you, as if to let you know that your soulmate wasn’t cheating on you. “And I guess you’re an alright looking man.”

“You and Satoru are handsome too,” you remarked, wanting to be part of the conversation somehow. 

Gojo cooed as he grabbed your face to land kisses on your cheek, making you scrunch up your face. “I’m going to love you, and take care of you, and—”

“Get off her, you creep.”

Satoru stopped to glare at your soulmate, who looked unamused and annoyed at the scene before him. Just to play along, you circled your arms around Satoru’s waist and tilted your head to press your cheeks together. 

“I like Toru,” you say cutely.

All you heard was a loud squeal before you were smushed against the white-haired male in a tight hug. 

You locked your phone and stared up at Toji as he watched a soccer match on the TV. Noticing your gaze on him, he glanced down at you with your head on his lap, his arm resting across your chest. He raised an eyebrow in a wordless question. 

“What went through your mind when you found out I was your soulmate?” you wondered. 

He was quiet for a while before he murmured, “That I was a lucky bastard.”

You quirked a smile. “Did you really?” He hummed as a yes. “You didn’t think I was weird?” 

He frowned. “Why would I?”

“Because I was so awkward…”

Toji bent his arm to stroke your chin. “You were so cute.” His eyes were so soft on you. “The cutest thing I ever laid my eyes on. I was so afraid I might hurt you.”

Now, it was your turn to frown. “Why would you?”

The back of his fingers now stroked your cheek absentmindedly. “You’re so innocent and so tiny compared to me, Princess. I’m still afraid I might accidentally roll over you in my sleep and kill you.”

You giggled. “You’re so funny, Toji.”

“I’m not kidding.”

You didn’t doubt him. He may be a man of few words but he was good at communicating his feelings through his actions. He would always put you before himself and he would always be hovering over you in case you hurt yourself. 

You smiled up at him, your heart feeling so full. He was the sweetest man alive. “You know, I actually thought you didn’t like me when we first met,” you confessed. Now thinking back, it was kind of funny. 

“I’m sorry you felt that way,” he apologised, now cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. “I’m not good with people.”

“You’re good with me,” you chirp with a cute smile. 

“Well, you’re not people.” 

You frowned. What did he mean by that? 

You were about to start pouting when Toji said, “You’re my Princess and my baby.” 

At once, your face exploded in red. Your heart started pitter pattering against your ribcage. You grabbed Toji’s hand and used it to cover your blushing face. You could hear him laughing, which made you whine. But you stopped and held your breath when you heard the next sentence Toji murmured. 

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, baby.”

And he was the best thing that ever happened to you, too. 

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[chocochipsushi]

NSFW

Toji calls you pup or puppy sometimes and you've always thought that maybe it had something to do with you being so playful and energetic at times, but those were always just your assumptions. Not a single one of those assumptions was confirmed by Toji, so you took it upon yourself to ask for the truth...

"Toji?" You call, looking up at him from where you sit on his lap.

"Hm?" He hums in response, looking away from the commercial on the TV and down at you.

"Why do you call me pup? Don't get me wrong, it's cute." You smile, feeling the warmth of the seemingly endearing name in your stomach. "But, I wanna know why."

"Mm... do you really wanna know?" You nod, bubbly giggles erupting from your chest in anticipation. You're so excited for this reveal. It's been a mystery for months. "Well, it's because you let out these high pitched, little whimpers, that sound like a puppy when I touch you, sometimes."

Glass shattered. Illusion crumbled.

Your face immediately heats up. "No... No! Really?!" You groan, shifting to lay back in his arms while covering your face in embarrassment.

"Don't be embarrassed, baby. It's cute. You're a sensitive little thing." His hand comes forward to rub your tummy over your shirt.

You huff, an audible hum of annoyance sounding out. "Well, I'm never gonna do it again. I'm just gonna stop. I'm done. Never again."

"You wanna test that out?" He asks, mischievous eyes watching your pouty expression. You nod, accepting the challenge. "Sit on my lap properly, like you were before." You shift back and sit up straight against his chest. He pulls your hands away from your lap. "Keep these here, and don't move them. Understand?" he asks, placing your hands on his thighs. You nod, again, and grip onto them.

His left hand snakes up your shirt, his fingertips teasing the skin of your stomach until goosebumps rise. It goes further up once the goosebumps have spread all over, sliding beneath the cup of your bra to rub your already pebbled nipple. So far you've only let out a couple sighs, so he adds in his other hand. It slips into the front of your shorts and beneath your panties, until his fingers make contact with your slicked up slit.

"Already so wet for me, mama. What happened?"

"It's always like this for you," you say, quietly, suppressing the urge to whimper as the pads of his middle and ring fingers rub your clit in such a tediously, slow manner. Your hands part from his thighs and attempt to grab onto his forearms, causing him to immediately pause the movement of the hand that plays with your nipples as well as the one in your pants.

"Hey." His tone is questioning of your actions, but there's the touch of a smirk on his face, like he knew you'd need more than gripping his thighs to keep you from folding so quickly.

"S-Sorry. I'm sorry."

He presses a chaste kiss to your temple. "Let's try that again."

Soon enough, those little breaths you released through your nose, became small, quiet whimpers, that you didn't think Toji would hear. He had to correct you so many times about the way you were sliding down his front. Eventually he decided to lift your bra entirely and just wrap his arm around your chest to hold you steady because of how much you were squirming.

"Toji, I'm gonna..." A louder whimper comes out, effectively bringing a victorious smirk onto Toji's face. He heard those quieter ones, but he didn't count them for your sake. You're his baby, after all.

He speeds up the movement of his fingers, his rough pads adding delicious friction to your sensitive clit. You tense in his hold when your orgasm hits, plenty of moans and those pet name earning whimpers, flooding out.

"There you go, puppy," he purrs, into your neck, slowing his strokes to not overstimulate you so fast. You grab onto the arm that's secured at your chest, your nails digging into his skin through the pleasure. He doesn't stop because you've already proven his point and he sees no reason to punish you anymore.

A few seconds pass and those whimpers return, accompanied by your thighs shutting around his hand. You curl up a little, holding on tight to his arm.

"Had enough?" He asks, stilling his hand between your legs.

"Mhm, no more," you mumble, sounding defeated after thinking back to the sounds you made and how this backfired entirely.

He pulls his hands out from your clothes and wraps his arms around you. "So pup and puppy are fair game?"

You sigh, and reluctantly nod.

[chocochipsushi]

[chocochipsushi]

Single dad toji p2🙏😭😭😭😭

Maybe not a part 2 but a new fic? Hehe