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[lemonlover1110]

Toji Fushiguro

Summary: Toji is the baby's favorite... Right?

Warnings: Fluff

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“Baba.” His sweet little girl calls out to him, and Toji fights back the biggest smile. He surely got lucky this time around. Megumi might adore his mommy more than anything, but his little girl? Oh, Toji is her favorite.

“I’m here, princess. Eat your fruit.” Toji tries to get the baby to eat her watermelon, but it seems that she’s had enough. She points her sticky fingers in the air, pointing to nothing. “What do you need, princess?”

“Baba!” She yells again, and Toji shakes his head as a laugh leaves his lips. Babies are so dumb. Just pointing at nothing and yelling as if they’ve seen a ghost.

“I’m here, baby. There’s nothing there.” He reassures his little girl, but she’s uneasy. It’s almost as if she’s searching for something… But she keeps yelling for Toji, and he’s right there in front of her. 

“Baba!” She continues, and Toji gives up. He grabs a piece of watermelon and brings it up to her lips. Luckily she takes a bite and continues to eat. Babies are weird. She’ll surely stop yelling for Toji once she’s finished eating.

She swallows her food, and before Toji can wipe her sticky chin, she yells, “Baba!”

“What is wrong with you?” He chuckles. From the corner of his eye he sees Megumi, finally coming out of his room.

“Daddy, I’m bored. Can I watch TV?” Megumi asks, making Toji look around. You’re nowhere near therefore rules don’t apply. As long as the kids are off his back, all is well.

“Baba! Baba!” The baby exclaims and Toji furrows his brows. She’s pointing at Megumi and calling out to him.

“Princess?” Toji asks, looking back and forth between the baby and Megumi. No… No! Toji is baba, not Megumi. All those times she calls to baba, she calls for Toji not her brother. “That’s brother, I’m baba. I’m baba. I’m dada, your daddy.”

“Baba!” Her screams become more desperate, clearly wanting her older brother to pick her up. Toji scoffs. As if. Megumi can’t pick up the chubby baby.

Toji sighs. The baby isn’t dumb at all. She just wasn’t calling out to him like he thought.

[holeforzenin]

Megumi hates it. He groans every time he walks into the living room and sees you curled up in his dad’s lap like the two of you are fucking glued together, giggling and blushing while Toji whispers something in your ear with that stupid smug smirk. He physically recoils when Toji smacks your ass in passing or grabs your waist and lifts you off the ground slightly just to hold you tighter and kiss you like he isn’t sitting at the kitchen table, trying to eat breakfast in peace. It’s like a nightmare that keeps replaying.

“Can you not,” Megumi grumbles, face half-buried in his cereal, trying not to dry heave when he hears the wet sound of you two making out behind him. “Seriously. Every single time. I’m gonna throw up”.

Toji just snorts while your lips are pressed together, still kissing you—ignoring Megumi completely like he’s not even there.

“You want some?” he jokes with a grin, licking his lips dramatically. “I’ll give you a kiss too, c’mere, brat”.

“Oh my god!”.

Megumi shuffles out of the room like a wounded animal, muttering curses under his breath, his hoodie pulled over his head like it can shield him from the horrors of his own household. But later when you’re not looking, when Toji’s laughing and leaning back on the couch with a soft smile on his face, arm slung around your body protectively while you hide your face in his shoulder because he’s teasing you about something dumb—you swear you catch Megumi staring for a second too long.

And even though his face is blank and he immediately looks away…

He’s glad.

Glad his dad’s finally smiling.

Glad he’s not dragging himself home with that tired, defeated look anymore.

Glad he’s not yelling at anyone and easily losing his temper.

Glad you make him happy and the house is bright and filled with annoying laughter.

He’ll never admit it but it’s there. In the way he doesn’t complain when Toji tells you to join them for dinner. In the way he genuinely gets annoyed when you’re sad and feeling down. In the way he rolls his eyes when Toji grabs your hand in public but he never walks ahead.

He still hates it. Still gags. Still pretends to be disgusted.

But deep down? Megumi thinks you’re the best thing to ever happen to his dad. Even if he has to suffer through the PDA to get there.

[reiyaus]

imagine construction worker! toji being in the crew who’s helping you build your dream home.

visiting every week to almost everyday because it was your only way to see him, the thought of just asking him out never came to mind. you weren’t exactly as slick as you thought, however.

it’s when you only approached him everytime you had a question did he realize you had a thing for him. not that he minded, though. he liked how flustered you’d get when he’d flex his biceps or when he’d grunt extra loud if he sensed you getting near.

the way you took so much time to prepare talking to him was cute too. how your throat bobbed up and down before clearing your voice; gently poking his arm (intentionally) before muttering his name.

toji would pretend not to hear at first, and ask you to repeat until you were practically yelling- only because he liked the sound of his name with your voice.

if honest, he didn’t actually know the answers to half of your questions. like how you didn’t know what the stuff you were asking him about meant anyways. for both of you, it was just an excuse to hear each other’s voices a little longer, and to see each other before your house gets complete.

it’s so obvious to his boss and co-workers that you’re absolutely smitted, like he is with you. it frustrates them when the building process fails to meet the deadline, having to work overtime because of a little work romance.

it doesn’t bother you though. there was nothing wrong with staying at your grandma’s a little longer. and he had no problem ditching his friends to have lunch with you.

yet, when the house does get finished, you felt a sense of loneliness, failing to remember that you can still contact each other outside of work. he becomes gloomy too, but watching you walk around and surveil the interior made him proud to have taken part in making your life better.

you’re about to thank all of them when he pulls you aside and brings out a little flip phone, almost like a bread crumb in his hands. his lockscreen was a low-quality photo (fitting to his ‘old-man’ persona) but 3 figures were you able to make out: two furry friends and one young boy in between.

it takes you some time to realize that the picture isn’t him as a young boy, but rather this child. you glance at him, his face practically sweating bullets and a shaky grin on his lips.

“this probably isn’t the best time to say this but, do you want to go on a date… someday? an actual one this time- i mean. i’ll introduce you to my son, and hopefully we can take things further now.”

[mahgyu]

⋆ .  TOJI SMUT + N$FW AUDIO

ᅠᅠ ⎯⎯ ⠀ minors do not interact!

Jealous!Toji who completely loses it the moment he sees you all giggly and flirty around Shiu and decides the bastard needs to watch who you really belong to.

You try to deny his accusations, but Toji just laughs. That cruel low laugh, right before his heavy hand smacks your ass hard.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t want him to watch. That you weren’t enjoying the attention.”

And then he shoves it in. All of it.

No warning. No mercy. Just the wet obscene slap of his cock filling you and your scream muffled into the mattress.

“Fuck… this pussy’s clenching like a needy little whore. You seeing this, Shiu?”

He speaks loud, mocking, yanking your hair back to pull you upright against his sweaty chest.

“She moans louder when she’s got an audience.”

Shiu’s expression is stiff, but the thick bulge in his pants says everything. He’s hard. So fucking hard.

And Toji loves it. Loves knowing he’s using you right in front of him.

“Spread those legs wider, slut. Show your little friend where his cock’s never going.”

The thrusts get dirtier, louder, wetter. Toji leans in, breath hot and feral in your ear.

“You’re just a cumdump. Mine. Personal. Stuffed full of my hot fucking load.”

His hand drops between your thighs, rubbing your clit rough and fast. You sob, tremble, your whole body twitching.

“Cum while looking at him. Go on, show Shiu who makes you black out from pleasure.”

Your whole body pulses, gives in, breaks.

You cum hard, screaming, back arched. Eyes locked onto Shiu, frozen, breathless, and painfully hard.

Toji cums with you, grunting low, buried balls-deep inside your spasming cunt.

But he doesn’t pull out. Not even close.

He grinds into you, still hard, dips his fingers into the cum dripping from your hole, then smears it over your lips.

“Lick it. Show him how much you love the taste of my cum.”

You obey. Without thinking. Without shame.

And Toji laughs behind you, whispering filth against your ear:

“Good little slut… tomorrow, you’ll do it again. On your knees, while he watches with his cock in his hand.”

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ© mahgyu | don't copy or translate.

[tojipie]

cw: getting caught

“shit.” toji mutters, leaning forward to grab the TV remote. “shit, fuck— be quiet.”

you nearly fall backwards onto the floor with how quickly toji dips down, keeping you glued to his lap with a hand on your back. the room is engulfed in black as something soft, a blanket you presume, is tucked over your head and body.

toji lies on his back, holding your head to his side and positioning your body between his legs. you help adjust the blankets and pillows over the two of you with hastey shallow breaths coming and going.

by the time you’re done, he’s just about bundled enough to act like he’s freezing and not, y’know, eight inches deep in you. the blanket cuts off right below his chest, bare calves sticking out from underneath.

you can’t hear or see anything from where he has you positioned. it’s dark, impossibly so, the sounds of the house dampened by the thick fabric tucked over your head. fuck, you feel like you’re going to suffocate.

what you can hear is the front door creaking open. footsteps. drunk voices. panic flares in your chest as it dawns on you that the guys are home from the bar earlier than expected. why did this kind of thing always have to happen to you?

“keep quiet you hear me?” you swear he laughs when he says it, amused at the insanity of it all. you’re not sure what the joke is until his hand crosses over his chest and around the side of your face, sealing your mouth closed as he continues to press into your heat.

“no one can see you under here baby,” he croons, rucking the blankets further up around the two of you to hide your languid form. you feel the room spin when he bottoms out, every inch crammed up against your walls. “you trust me?”

you nod, eyes fluttering as he fucks into you.

toji turns the tv up with his free hand, feigning innocence as a few pairs of footsteps plow through the foyer and upstairs. a couple of “goodnights” ring out, a bit of bickering, winter jackets haphazardly being shucked off and trampled over.

you feel like you’re suffocating. your body heat has nowhere to escape under here, beads of sweat gathering at the nape of your neck as you slowcook under toji’s stupid fucking winter comforter. he owes you so hard after this is over.

you tell yourself the logical thing right now would be to gather your things and walk-of-shame yourself out the door, but the way he’s pressing up against your spot right now has you melting into his body like wax, trills of pleasure curling up your spine.

toji shifts as heavy footsteps peruse their way into the room. dark winter boots caked in salt and ice squeaking to a stop just before the couch. he isn’t as obvious about it now, shifting his hips ever so slightly back and forth to keep the momentum going.

“you that cold, fushiguro?” sukuna laughs, voice laced with alcohol. you feel him lean on the arm of the couch as he addresses your raven haired lover, hand fiddling with the corner of the blankets just below where your feet are intertwined with his.

“tryna save on the heat bill,” toji jokes, not sounding too sure of himself but still running a reassuring hand up and down your naked back.

sukuna doesn’t respond immediately, humming in affirmation before shifting to stand to his full height.

you don’t dare breathe too loudly. your pulse is pounding in your ears, your heart racing with each passing second, sweat pooling in the small of your back. toji’s hand is still plastered to your mouth, keeping you silent

sukuna’s footsteps draw closer, and you feel your muscles go rigid under the blanket, trying not to make a sound. he doesnt seem suspicious, at least not from what you could hear. he makes his way toward the couch and plops down next to Toji with a familiar grunt, cracking open a beer with one hand and taking a long swig.

great, fantastic even. you figure you might as well prepare yourself to sleep like this tonight. though sleeping in an oven might fare its difficulties.

the two men seem completely unbothered, chatting casually about the movie you’d left on when the others had come home. you’re nearing your edge with ever agonizing moment, struggling to find your bearings between the unbearable heat and the constant stimulation of toji inside of you. how mad would he be if you came right now?

their conversation drags on for what feels like an eternity. they’ve probably cracked through an entire six pack between the two of them, swapping buzzed jokes and recounting the events of the past week. at some point, toji had taken his hand off of your mouth slowly, reaching to massage your throat as you quietly gulped down air.

you try to relax, body tense. toji’s pace hadn’t let up for a second, even with the onslaught of beers and the couple of cigarettes him and salina had passed back and forth. god, what you wouldn’t do for a shower right now. you’re dangerously close to the edge, hair plastered to the side of your face.

finally, after what feels like hours, Sukuna finishes the last of his drink and stands up, stretching his arms with a yawn. “guess I should get going,” he says, looking down at toji.

toji doesn’t seem phased, merely grunting in response. “yeah, see you, man.”

your boyfriend’s roommate turns toward the hallway, but just as his hand touches the doorframe, he pauses. sukuna’s words come out slowly, like he’s toying with them.

“hey, before i forget…” he chuckles to himself, almost in anticipation of what he wants to say next.

you feel toji tense up beneath you, his hips stuttering to a halt for the very first time tonight. your own body goes rigid in response.

sukuna looks down at the blanket, then at toji with a knowing smile. “who’s under that blanket?”

toji’s jaw drops, scoffing like something’s funny. thankfully, sukuna doesn’t push, mumbling something about toji being “easy” before disappearing into the hallway with a laugh.

the second the door clicks shut behind him, Toji exhales sharply, his muscles relaxing.

you let out a shaky breath, ripping the offending blankets off of yourself and throwing them to the ground. your were more upset than anything that your climax had dulled to a ever persistent ache, waiting to be rekindled again. “what the hell was that?”

toji chuckles softly, running a hand through his hair. “i guess he’s smarter than he lets on.” he jokes, steadying you with a hand to your back before easing his way out of you. “shit, go hop on the shower i’ll make you cum in a bit.”

[makismei]

when you first showered at toji’s apartment—after he bought you replicas of the products you use at yours, he quite literally jumps you.

you can’t blame him! his bathroom is now enveloped in your scent, when the steam started to escape when you opened the door, he swears up and down his whole place smelled like you.

so girly and sweet, nose buried in your neck he inhales your scent. his hips are flush against yours, barely pulling out as he drapes his body onto your back, using his weight to keep you pinned on his mattress.

you’ve cum so many times that you’re sobbing, body tense and limp at the same time. his tongue shamelessly licks the tears from your cheeks, peppering kisses all over your shoulders and behind your neck.

“ya smell so good, baby.” he groans, “m’ gonna have to keep you here from now on, heh.”

“mmmph!” moans muffled by the pillow, you bite down before raising your head, just enough that you’re able to speak. “you’re a per—ahhh, not there, idiot—you’re such a pervert!”

“mm, yeah baby, but you love it.” he nibbles on your ear, groaning when your cunt flutters around him.

it’s sticky between your thighs, leaking all over the mattress and smearing itself on toji’s lower tummy. it’s messy, but he loves it. your scent makes him dizzy and before he knows it, he’s gone—flooding your cunt with thick ropes of his seed.

you’re half alive, eyes rolled back and body twitching. toji leaves wet kisses on your cheek, travelling down your spine til’ he playfully sinks his teeth into your right asscheek. you swat at him, but he pins your wrist to your back.

“behave for me,” he croons, licking his lips as he spreads your cheeks, pupils dilating from watching his cum dribble from your slit. “m’ not done with you yet, girl.”

[saycheeeese]

Can't Help It ...

Toji found himself sneaking over to the infirmary once again.

He'd sworn to himself he wouldn't go there.

But, let's be honest, when does he ever keep a promise?

The first time he ever visited the infirmary, he'd been actually wounded. A dislocated shoulder - nothing too serious, but his friends had threatened him to go.

He hated it there - the flirtatious winks, chits with numbers, teasing touches and whispers. By some bizarre chance, he always managed to bump into a horde of giggling girls on his way there.

But there was something different that had him backtracking.

You.

You were ordinary, like every other girl he'd fucked - but just one thing had you differing. And bearable.

You didn't giggle and swoon, pass numbers and bite your lip until it bled. No, even if you did fancy him - he repeated it, consoling himself - you hid it well.

You'd caught his eye the very moment you'd just taken one look at him, casually ordered him to sit, slipped on those plastic gloves and set to work. Touches that didn't linger, looks that didn't wander, professional comments and gestures like you knew what you were doing.

It was the first time he'd actually felt nervous in front of a girl. Damn, if you actually did address him like a crush, he might've felt bolder and made a move. But because you didn't let any notion that you even had anything for him ...

He found himself fidgeting to even choke out a "thank you".

He had to wait ten minutes before leaving, or everyone would know. He'd have to wear looser pants - these ones showed much.

As soon as he'd strolled out of the room, now having controlled himself, he'd made it his mission to know more about you.

A medical student, who'd been assigned as an assistant to the infirmary because of your spectacular results and sharp mind.

Thank God, he thought. At least you were a student here - he could meet you.

So ever since then, he'd been visiting the infirmary almost everyday - migraines, coughs, sore throats, sprains. His friends always laughed out loud; Toji Fushiguro, the man who had fifty kilograms of tits alone, muscles enough to last for days - running off to the doctor's just for a headache.

"You're down bad, man," Gojo had wiped invisible tears from his eyes once, when they'd found Toji sauntering out of the infirmary with a cast on his elbow. If he could be considered a friend.

"It's pathetic at this point," Geto had mused. "I'm tired of sitting my ass down in one of those waiting chairs while you're fake coughing your lungs out like a plague-infected Victorian child inside."

"I'm surprised she hasn't put a ban on you by now," Shiu elbowed him in the ribs. "If only you just got hit by a car. You'd at least have a solid reason to be there."

"Is she the fucking angel of health or what?" Gojo eyed him. "She can't put his bones together."

"He acts like she does," Shiu had shrugged.

"She may not give him fixed bones," Geto smirked. "But she does give him the hardest bo-"

"Alright, alright!" Toji had grunted, cradling his elbow. "You all are insufferable."

"Says the one who follows the assistant around like a fucking puppy," Gojo exclaimed.

Toji had stalked off after giving Gojo a reason to visit the infirmary.

But now ...

As he knocked on the grey door tentatively (he never thought he'd see the day where he couldn't knock like he owned the place - heck, even have to knock), he mentally rehearsed his entire speech to recite when asked whatever the fuck had he broken.

The door swung open under his touch, and the air whooshed out of his chest again.

He couldn't help it. There was nothing special about you - yet he always found himself eye fucking you, like a goddess herself.

You were tying your belt around your coat, the white material cinching at your waist. Toji fisted his fingers - it's not like she has the body of a succubus, you miserable motherfucker.

But he still couldn't tear his eyes away from you as you prepared yourself, the belt, the plain white skirt and crisp buttoned top, pulling on those plastic gloves over your nimble fingers.

He instantly straightened as you whirled around, your eyes immediately finding his. You gently smile at him. "What is it this time?"

He swallowed - and when he couldn't find an excuse, or even remember one, he did the only thing he could. Scowl.

"Entire fuckin' body hurts like it just got whipped," he frowned.

You press your lips together to bite back the smirk. "Okay. Do you ... do much sports? Work out much?" You start the routinely checkup, spouting off all possible reasons as you sit down on the chair in front of the table. He saunters over and perches on the edge of the sleek, metal bed, his knees deliberately brushing yours, his eyes hungrily searching your face for a reaction.

Which you don't give.

He finds it difficult to not give a sarcastic reply. "Yeah ... I work out a lot."

"Hm. Those muscles couldn't appear out of nowhere," you pointedly glance at his biceps and pecs, and his mouth goes dry. So you do notice his physique.

"I could show you my workout," he suddenly blurted. And then added, "If it could help you understand what's messing with me, of course."

You clear your throat, eyes darting around the room. You could've sworn there was boss music booming from somewhere. But ... what's the worst that could happen? It was tempting to go with him, after all - you mean, to diagnose what was making his muscles hurt. Yeah. Of course.

"Maybe," you shrug, and Toji's toes curl in his shoes. Fuckin' hell. She agreed.

"Saturday?" He confirmed.

"Saturday sounds good," you nod. "You - you should remember to ... um, show all the equipment you use. Um, I need to know where the strain comes from."

"Yeah." Toji hastily nodded. "Nice."

And immediately, he started planning the entire attire and tour. Something tight, like a compression shirt. Something to eat. The most outrageously difficult workout set he could think of.

"Well, if you're done-"

"Oh, nah. I still have it sore," Toji intervened, grasping on to the time he could get with you.

"And what, precisely, is 'it'?" You dryly prompt, one hand firmly pressing down on his chest, the heel of your palm pressing him down until he lays flat on the table.

Toji prayed to every and anything he could think of that you didn't feel his racing heartbeat.

"'It', medical assistant, is my entire damn body," he growled, staring up at you, blinking at the blaring light. It makes a halo around your head, and you look like a fucking angel. His angel.

"Well, patient, I'm going to do a little check. And I do have a name. Y/n," you inform him as you lessen the lights, almost finding his scrunched nose and squinting eyes adorable.

"Alright, y/n," he tested your name on his tongue, the words rolling off his tongue like honey. He could get used to that. The sweet sound. Something he could be m-

Nope. Not now, not when his pants were way too loose.

"I'll have to know if you have any knots in your limbs from exercising, then I'll have to check for sore spots and massage them out. If you're comfortable, of course," you explain. "Because you'll have to take off your shirt and lie upside down so I can pop those knots or whatever. Almost everybody is ashamed and refuse to do it, so I can understand. Only if you're okay shall we proceed."

Toji swallowed hard, feeling his throat constrict at the mention of taking his shirt off. It wasn't that he was shy about his body.

Far from it. He had spent years honing it, feeling proud about the way it looked.

No, the issue was her. You.

"Yeah. I'm okay," he sat up.

"Are you sure? We can cancel this appointme-"

"I'm good." He couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation as he reached for the hem of his shirt, slowly peeling it up and over his head. He tossed it onto the chair beside him, utterly aware of every pane of his body, every line and stretch of his muscles, the veins and contours.

He lay down face-flat on the table, his face burying in his arms, thankful for the position, already feeling a discomfort below.

"Alright. I shall proceed," you baldly announce before your fingers brush the nape of his neck.

The tips of your fingers touch the base of his neck, slowly trailing across his shoulder blades and down. Now, of course, you didn't mean it to feel sensual and agonizingly slow - but it did.

"You ... You sure do swim a lot. Got a lot of knots," you wince, having mapped out the panes of his back. You pull back, the warmth of your hand leaving his body. "I'll have to massage a few out, though you'll need to visit a professional chiropractor for this."

A warning tap on his head is the only precedent you give before your hands hover over a point in the middle of his shoulder blades.

And then, you press down with the base of your palms - tenderly, yet hard enough to make it pop and relax. Toji couldn't help but groan at the feeling, his face warming.

You then begin to massage, rocking your hand back and forth, one on top of the other - pressing in circles and up and down, hard, easing out the soreness and some groans out of him.

You hiss, muttering about the knots, and also coaxing him during the hasher ministrations.

Fuck you - he's not a tiny child who's going to cry out of pain, you chastise yourself. But damn if you didn't feel overly nervous right now - not like you were a licensed chiropractor.

Toji's breath catches in his throat, eyes squeezed shut, mind whirring at an insane speed, hands itching to just grab you and pin you to the-

This was going to be a long appointment.

But did he care?

Absolutely not.

Part 2 out soon --- >

[v1x3n]

innocent virgin reader this, sweet virgin reader that

how about virgin reader whos far from innocent, you probably know more about sex than toji - just no hands on experience. you are the filthiest person on earth!! you have a sex drive that flys off the charts, constantly rubbing at your poor hole, pinching your clit and nipples.

you're also far from sweet, you're crude and cruel. that's why toji was so drawn to you. when he discovered you were a virgin, he couldn't believe it honestly. he didn't ask any questions, didn't care. he just knew he had to have you.

he expected you to be shy during your first time, but no, you were a filthy fucking mess.

sprawled out beneath him, his tip entering your tight cunt. you moan loud, meeting his eyes. toji groaned out, a strained, growl. your eyes lock with his, direct eye contact as he shoves his dick further into you. deep breaths swarm the sticky room.

the pace picks up, you had complained it wasn't fast enough so fuck, he would show you. you're gripping tight onto the bedsheets, spurting everywhere as drool runs out from your lips. he thrusts into you with a fury, stretching your virgin hole in a harsh way. but you loved it. you open your mouth and he spits into it. you swallow instantly, he didn't even need to tell you. toji frees a hand and lowers himself onto you, trapping you with his body and his heat. your body smushed by his larger one, his free hand runs a thumb over your cheek.

you grin at him. "that all you got?" you challenge, smirk plastered over your satified expression. and just as those wods utter out, a slap is brought to your cheek. well ,fuck.

you cum right there, cream ringing around his dick as you clench like a fist around him. he groans out and his breath stutters. hips copying his lungs and stuttering too.

toji lets out a hot load, deep inside of you. his body twitching and shaking as if it was his first time. he had expected you to be the same, fucked out, passed out possibly, from the intense orgasm you just had. but no, you were smiling sweetly at him, "round two?"

[shokopan]

WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER . T. FUSHIGURO

“smells good,” a deep voice suddenly breaks the silence, startling you as you involuntarily lurch forward a little and lose your balance.

“woah, steady steady,” toji plants his hands securely around your hips, “i got you, don’t worry,”

“i can never get over how easily you sneak up on me like that,” you sigh, twisting your torso to face the stove before dipping a spoon into the pot of soup and cupping your hand beneath as you bring it over to toji’s mouth, “taste please! but careful, it’s hot,”

“could’ve warned me earlier,” toji grumbles, fanning his searing tongue as he pivots your body back to the stove and wraps his arms around your waist to hug you from behind, “if anything i’d think you were trying to kill me,”

“please,” you roll your eyes, “you’d already be dead if that’s what i was trying to do,”

“shit, you’re right. i’d probably walk into any trap of yours. think i’d do it gladly too,” toji chuckles, “soup’s really good by the way,”

“yeah?” you smile, craning your head to face toji as you comb his messy black hair away from his eyes, “so good that you’d eat it even if i poisoned it?”

“told you already, any trap you set up i’d fall into,” toji shrugs.

“wait, like, knowingly?” you question, peering up at him curiously as he looks away, remaining silent, “oohh, you would, got it!”

“just don’t take advantage of me,” toji grumbles, turning back to face you as his eyes bore into yours, “you’re too good to ever do that anyways,”

“i won’t, promise,” you grin, craning your neck up to kiss his cheek, “now get us rice, please?”

“you got it,” toji nods, letting go of you, as he walks over to the rice cooker at the other end of the kitchen, “don’t add shit to the food while i’m not looking!”

“adding cyanide right now!” you laugh, wheezing a little when toji storms over and nearly tackles you into a close embrace, “kidding, kidding! just adding some pepper you big lug,”

“you’re killing me,” toji groans.

“i love you too,” you beam innocently, pressing another kiss onto his cheek, “now say it back please,”

“damn right i love you too,” toji nods, hands moving back to your waist as he tugs you close and kisses your lips, “love you too much for my own damn good,”

[beyondsuki]

| Favorites Firefighter!Toji x Sensitive!Fem!Reader

Suggestive + Domestic Toji + foul language + NSFW

One of your favorite things about your husband is how touchy he is. He always has to have his hands on you. Whether you’re relaxing in your home or out and about, Toji always has to be touching you.

Another thing you love about him is that deep drawl of his and how he grounds out the words “mama” and “baby.” Both casually, and to coax you into doing whatever he wants.

You especially love how possessive he is when you’re out. One time, when you were at a couples brunch with a few friends, you heard your friends chastising their spouses for not being as touchy as Toji.

And Toji just loves how soft you are. He’s always complaining about how long your showers take and how extensive your skincare regimen is and yet he’s the one who reaps the benefits.

It was the perfect balance for him. He was all hard muscles and sharp lines and you were his polar opposite. Soft and pliable. And so so sensitive.

Typically, you walk around in just panties and a t-shirt of some sort. Leaving your ass on full display for Toji to drool over.

You could be doing anything and suddenly a loud SMACK! would sound and a red hand print and sting would be left for you to deal with. “Toji!” “I’m sorry ma. It’s just too fat not to smack.” He said, smirking. He wasn’t sorry. Not one bit.

Today you were both at home. You decided you’d clean up a bit since you had some free time. You were wearing the strappy pink night gown he had just bought you. It was thin and allowed you to move around easily.

Toji was in heaven. Every time you bent over he got the perfect view of the round globes of your ass and a peek of your clothed pussy in a pair of pink lace panties. He swore you were teasing him on purpose.

And your tits? Don’t even get him started. The straps of your nightie kept falling leading to them in a constant state of spilling out.

“Is there something you need?” You asked as he had now been following you around for the past 10 minutes. “Nah, just keep doing what you’re doing.” You gave him a once over.

All he was wearing was a pair of low hanging grey sweats. His arms folded as he stared at you with that intense green gaze.

You huffed and got back to your cleaning. It went on like that for another 10 minutes before you made the mistake of picking up a hair tie from under the table. The move caused you to arch your back. Making your husband lose what thread of control he had left.

Suddenly you were being groped. He was squeezing and pulling apart the globes of your ass and grinding his hardened erection into you.

“Toji!!” Your face grew warm “Fuckk ma, you look so good today,” “Tojiii I’m trying to cleann,” you whined, not doing much to stop him. “Cleaning can wait. Pussy’s been calling me all morning,”

You squealed as he spun you around and threw you over his shoulder. You gave up as he walked you both to your bedroom.

Cleaning would just have to wait another day.

I’m still working on the Drabble you all voted on but this has been sitting half finished in my drafts foreverrr so I decided to post it!

Plagiarism is not authorized

[retiredteabag]

Early-relationship hanging up after “I love you”

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, Megumi, and special guest… Suguru !!

- I might remake this one :( I don’t really love how it came out -

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[lemonlover1110]

Toji Fushiguro

Summary: Megumi needs help after committing a crime.

Warnings: Fluff

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“Papa…” Megumi looks at his father with glossy eyes, ready to shed a tear at any moment. It’s very rare for Megumi to seek his father for help, so Toji is willing to drop anything to tend to the child. Toji gets off the couch and crouches down to be at Megumi’s level.

“What is it?” Toji asks, ready to fight just about anyone. Whoever did something to his son is going to pay, one way or another.

“I broke mama’s vase.” Megumi is nearly sniffling as he confesses to his grave crime. Something that’s barely a crime, Toji hated that hideous vase anyway (he still loves you, even with your bad taste in furniture). However, Toji is confused why Megumi comes to him to confess.

“Alright… Do you need me to tell her?” Toji responds, and Megumi shakes his little head frantically. “Then what?”

“I need help cleaning it up.” Megumi responds, and Toji begins to look around. Is there any police nearby? The little guy must be wired up. Toji lifts up Megumi’s paw patrol shirt and checks to see if there’s a microphone taped to him. You’re trying to catch him committing a crime… But when he realizes Megumi is being genuine, Toji sighs.

“Let’s get the broom.” Toji says, a frown on his face as he thinks about why Megumi ran to him and not to you. You’re usually so sweet and comforting, why would the child seek out Toji of all people? 

Megumi follows behind like a little duckling, hoping to be of help to his father. Toji grabs the broom, and before he heads over to the mess that Megumi made, Toji can’t help but ask, “Why didn’t you ask mom to help?”

“She’s scary.” Megumi doesn’t hesitate before answering, and Toji’s eyes widen. Did Megumi seriously just say that?

“Your mom is scary, so you come to me for help?” Toji sounds offended– Because he is. Megumi nods in response, and Toji bites down his tongue. He won’t scare the child, there has to be one parent that Megumi can tell everything to. Somehow, someway, Toji ended up with the role. 

“You know what?” Toji begins as he sees the mess that Megumi made. He can’t blame the little guy, “I’m scared of your mom too.”

[holeforzenin]

You’re so sleepy your eyes barely stay open—just a warm, heavy haze behind your lashes as you quietly shuffle over to the couch where Toji’s sitting, fully dressed for work, thermos by his boots and sleeves rolled up to his veiny forearms. He’s scrolling through something on his phone, thumb idly flicking, and he doesn’t even look up when you crawl into his lap like you always do, like you’re meant to be there, like that spot between his legs is the only place that feels right when you’re this sleepy and clingy and melting from the inside out.

He makes a low sound, barely audible, something like a hum and a sigh twisted together. “Still half-asleep, huh?”

But you don’t answer. You just press your face deeper to the warmth of his throat and whine a little, sweet and muffled, lazily wrapping your arms around his middle and nuzzling into the thick fabric of his thermal shirt. He smells like his deodorant, his cologne, and the coffee he just finished. His thigh is solid under your soft butt, and you start to rock there slowly—tiny little circles, needy and lazy as if you were doing it subconsciously.

Toji glances down at you with a raised brow and crooked grin. “What’s this now, sweetheart?” he murmurs, one big hand petting down your back, slow and comforting, not even noticing—or maybe purposefully ignoring how your hips are already grinding on his lap in these soft, sluggish motions. You’re barely even moving, more like ruts and shifts, just using the heat and the pressure through his pants like a sleepy little thing who doesn’t care how pathetic she looks.

“You’re not even gonna kiss me g’morning?” he teases, fingers catching the back of your neck to tilt your face up but all you do is pout, lip trembling slightly. Your body’s warmer than usual, your breath hitched, and he notices how you’re rubbing yourself harder and more frantic now, right up against the thick outline of him under his work pants.

And then there’s the sound of cereal clinking in a bowl a few feet away.

You don’t even flinch when Megumi walks past the living room, already dressed for school with a spoon in his mouth and socks mismatched. He pauses, glancing over, clearly not sure what’s happening—just sees you in your sleep shirt curled up in his dad’s lap like a little animal. Toji gives him a calm, bored look like he isn’t currently hard under your ass. “Get your shoes on, I’ll drive you to class,” he says to Megumi, like nothing’s wrong.

You just keep humping. Little sleepy whimpers in your throat, face hot, eyes dizzy, your hips dragging across that fat bulge that’s already forming and tenting through his pants. You’re beyond shame, too drowsy and horny and full of morning need to care if someone sees. All you care about is Toji’s big, warm hands touching your thighs and the way your damp panties are catching on the fabric of his pants and how warm his cock feels underneath—

“You’re getting real messy, baby,” he mutters with a sigh, palm pressing down on your lower back to guide your movement, almost like he’s helping you grind on him. “So desperate for me, you don’t even care who’s looking, huh?”

You nod into his chest, tears brimming now, completely overstimulated already and he hasn’t even touched your pussy yet. “Just—need it, need you, wanna cum like this, please—”

Toji chuckles low, and you feel it rumble through his chest. He adjusts you with both hands so you’re rubbing yourself on him better and lets your hips ride just where you need. “Better be quick, darling,” he warns, tilting his head to look at the time on his watch. “Gotta leave in five”.

But you’ll take anything. You’re so needy and helpless in his lap, leaving a wet patch on his crotch while Megumi walks around in the kitchen pretending not to see, and Toji just holds you steady and watches you unravel like his sleepy little girl who can’t help but get off on his cock before work.

[mahgyu]

Toji smut + N$FW audio

• minors do not interact! 

──── You are the little doll that Toji uses as his cum dump, and you like it.

When Toji starts penetrating you, your body immediately ignites with pleasure. With his large male body pressed against yours, his chest crushing your sensitive breasts and your intimate area throbbing, a pleasurable pain takes over your private parts. "No matter how many times I fuck you, you stay so tight..." Toji murmurs in your ear. "When we're done here, I'll leave you all opened up... That's a promise, little doll."

Toji forces his hips back and thrusts forward again, no pity or mercy from your inner walls. He then pulls your legs up, resting them on his shoulder, kissing your heels and squeezing your breasts, making you moan louder. Your eyes fall on his sculpted body, and noticing your hungry gaze, Toji chuckles casually, messing with your senses. "Can you turn over for me? I want to fuck your pussy while leaving my handprint on that ass."

You turn around, shamelessly rubbing your ass against his cock. "Like this?" you ask teasingly. "That's it, princess, just like that..." Toji whispers, almost groaning, as he penetrates you again. Your slippery insides prevent the same earlier pain. "So fucking hot" he says, practically growling, as he lands a heavy slap on your buttock. "T-toji... don't be cruel... Go faster, please" you beg, as he slowly thrusts into you in teasing.

And Toji picks up the pace, sinking his rough fingers into your hips, squeezing your breasts, pulling your hair, and slapping your reddened buttocks. His moans and low curses mix with the dirty sounds of both bodies colliding. When you're already trembling and tired, he leans over your back, reaching his arm over your shoulder and making his hand come into contact with your neck where he squeezes with some force. "You like it like this, don't you? You like me squeezing your neck until you can't breathe." He presses harder, making your breathing more difficult as his cock punishes your intimacy severely. Small tears stream down your cheek and Toji laughs wickedly, groaning so sensually and vulgarly by your ear.

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As promised, Toji's version! (I think it's important to point out that the giggle in the middle of the audio killed me 🥵)

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[tojipie]

The funny thing about toji is that if you can’t stay quiet, he’ll make you stay quiet.

his line of work comes with an innate knowledge of the human body. every vein, every artery, every ligament, is just another chess piece to map out in his mind. if you can’t keep it down when he’s pummeling his dick into you from behind, no problem, because he’s pressing down on a special little spot right under your windpipe before you can apologize for being too loud, rendering you silent with a low growl.

it’s so hot. so devastatingly hot how calculated he is and how intimately he knows your body. soon enough, a rough hand reaches down to lock your arms behind your body, your only balance being your two feet that were currently tip-toed to accommodate for his towering height.

the thing you’re most in awe of is the fact that you can breathe completely fine. your vision doesn’t have those little black spots you usually get when he chokes you. it’s not breathe play, just a little trick he picked up from hunting people down in broad daylight as a 9 to 5.

you want to moan, scream, whimper, whatever you can do to let him know you’re feeling good. but toji knows. he knows how good he’s giving it to you and that’s exactly why you can’t afford to get caught. you’re 16 floors up in your office building, stuffed into a maintenance closet with nothing in to grab onto but the taught muscular flesh of his forearm as he uses your restrained arms for purchase, pulling you onto his cock with one hand while the other catches any semblance of noise trying to escape from you.

He’s stopping your whimpers at the source with just the press of two fingers, sending them right back down to your lungs where they wait to be let out again.

“Yeah? Feels that good?” He whispers, chuckling fondly when all you can do is nod. It’s more of a rhetorical, he knows how good it feels just from how hard you’re sucking him in.

You don’t even realize how close you are to your orgasm until your arms are released and two calloused fingers move to rub your clit in soft circles, sending you both over the edge in mere seconds.

You let it all go, slumping back against the rock wall that is his chest and thanking the stars above that no one can hear you as you cum all over his cock.

Except, Toji’s hand isn’t on your throat anymore. It’s resting under your ribcage, holding you up as your jelly legs struggle to accommodate your weight. You’re moaning and loud at that, unable to stop yourself without the added help from his grip on your neck.

You never thought you’d say this, but your beyond grateful for the massive warm hand that slaps over your mouth, cutting your sounds of pleasure off and rendering you silent once again.

“Aw c’mon, what’d i tell you about being quiet?” He teases.

[makismei]

“you know how much i respect you right, baby?” he breathes, face so close to yours as he slams into you, “don’t know what i’d do without you.”

you nod profusely, whimpering, “mmhm!”

toji grins, “okay, baby, just reminding you real quick.”

he pulls out, flipping you around and pressing on your upper back, shoving your face into the sheets. sliding back in, he groans lowly, head tipping back.

hand kneading your ass, he grinds into you, dick pressing against every sensitive spot in your cunt.

“where’s your toy baby?” he questions, eyes scanning the frazzled sheets.

“mm-mm!” you shake your head, looking over your shoulder with tears in your lash line.

he ignores you, finding the small wand behind him. messing with the buttons before leaning over you, he presses it onto your clit.

you squeal, hips attempting to twitch away from him.

“take it,” he mutters next to your ear. “be good for me baby, c’mon.”

your pussy sprays the sheets and he groans, “give it to me again, doll.”

he drops the vibrator before you flipping you over, not bothering to pull out. he’s fucking you like he hates you, driving his dick into you so deeply that you can’t even see straight.

“my slutty princess,” he grins, “think you can squeeze me harder?”

he feels your cunt clench momentarily and he laughs, hand squishing your cheeks together while he shakes your head lightly. “so good for me always.”

“toji!” you cry, nails digging lightly into his forearms beside your head. “cum in m—ahh!”

“nah,” he breathes against your lips, “i wanna see this pretty face with my cum all over it.”

your thigh twitches; he rolls his eyes, “of course you’d like that.”