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The Fushiguro household was nothing like you'd imagined when you pulled up to the modest two-story home on the outskirts of the city. It was tidy, unassuming, with a small garden out front that looked half-hearted, like someone had started it and forgotten to finish.
You smoothed down your blouse for the third time, heart pounding as you clutched your resume.
You'd always loved kids—babysitting through high school, volunteering at the local library—but this was your first real nanny gig. And the ad had been specific; single dad, toddler boy named Megumi. No mention of the dad being... well, him.
The door swung open before you could knock, and there he was. Toji Fushiguro. Towering at least 6'2", broad-shouldered and built like he could bench press a car without breaking a sweat. His dark hair was tousled, a scar running vertically over his lip that only made his sharp features more intense.
His green eyes locked onto yours, piercing and unreadable, like he was sizing up more than just your qualifications. He wore a simple black t-shirt that clung to his muscled chest and sweats that hung low on his hips. Hot didn't even cover it—he was a force of nature.
"Name?" His voice was low, not unfriendly but direct.
"Y-You.." you stammered, cursing yourself inwardly. "I mean, I'm [+]. Here for the nanny interview?"
He nodded, stepping aside with a smirk that tugged at his scar. "Come in. Megumi's in the living room."
You followed him inside, trying to ignore how his presence filled the space, how his cologne—something woodsy and masculine—lingered in the air.
The house was cozy, toys scattered across the floor, but it screamed bachelor dad..takeout containers on the counter, a weight set in the corner of the living room. And there, on a playmat, was little Megumi—a chubby-cheeked two-year-old with spiky black hair and wide, curious eyes. He looked up from stacking blocks, tilting his head at you.
"Hi, sweetie..” you cooed, dropping to your knees instinctively, your nervousness melting away. Kids were your safe space. "I'm [+]. Wanna show me what you're building?"
Megumi blinked, then toddled over, handing you a block with a shy grin. You built with him for what felt like minutes but was probably half an hour, chatting softly about colors and shapes, making him giggle with silly voices. Toji watched from the armchair, arms crossed, silent but observant. You could feel his gaze on you the whole time, heavy and assessing.
When Megumi finally yawned and curled up for a nap on the couch, you stood, brushing off your knees. "He's too cute, so sweet and smart for his age."
Toji's eyes flicked to his son, softening for a split second before returning to you. "Yeah. Needs someone steady. You got experience?"
You nodded, launching into your resume—references, certifications, your genuine love for early childhood development. You kept it professional, sweet as always, even as your cheeks warmed under his stare. He was too close when he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, like he was testing your resolve.
"Alright.” he said abruptly, standing so fast it made you jump. "You're hired. Start Monday. Pay's good—we’ll discuss details later."
You blinked, stunned. "Just like that? I mean... thank you, Mr. Fushiguro. I won't let you down."
"Call me Toji." His smirk returned, a glint in his eye that made your stomach flip. "And yeah, just like that. Megumi likes you. That's enough for me."
You left in a daze, chalking it up to luck. Maybe he saw potential in your sweetness. Or maybe the kid's approval sealed it. Either way, you were thrilled.
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The first few months flew by in a blur of fluff and routine. Mornings started with you arriving at 8 AM sharp, greeting Megumi with hugs and breakfast—pancakes shaped like animals, his favorite. Toji was often there, nursing coffee in the kitchen, watching you with those intense eyes as you chased the toddler around or read him stories. He didn't say much at first, just grunts of approval when Megumi laughed or ate his veggies without fuss.
"You're good with him.” he'd mutter one day, leaning against the doorframe as you wiped syrup from Megumi's chin. "Kid's never been this happy."
You blushed, waving it off. "He's easy to love. You're doing great too, Toji. Single dad life isn't simple."
He'd chuckle, low and rumbling, but that was it.
But as the weeks turned into months, that "professional" line started to blur. It was subtle at first—Toji lingering in the kitchen while you prepped lunch, his massive frame crowding the space just enough to make your skin tingle. He'd brush past you to grab a mug, his hand grazing your lower back, sending sparks up your spine. "Watch it, kiddo." he'd say to Megumi, but his eyes would flick to you with a heat that wasn't there before.
One rainy afternoon, you were on the living room floor with Megumi, building a towering block castle that inevitably toppled, eliciting peals of laughter from the toddler. You scooped him up, tickling his belly until he squealed. Toji walked in from his home gym, sweat-damp shirt clinging to his abs, hair sticking to his forehead. He paused in the doorway, wiping his face with a towel, and for a moment, he just... watched. His expression softened, that intense gaze turning almost tender.
"You two look good together.” he said, voice rougher than usual. He tossed the towel aside and dropped onto the couch, patting the spot next to him. "C'mere, Megs. Let [+] breathe."
Megumi toddled over, climbing into his dad's lap, but Toji's eyes stayed on you. "You're a natural. Sweeter than any of the others I interviewed. Makes the house feel... warmer."
You felt your cheeks heat up, busying yourself with picking up blocks. "Thanks. He's the best part of the job. And you're not so bad yourself—handling everything like a pro."
He smirked, bouncing Megumi gently. "Flattery'll get you everywhere, sweetheart."
The word sweetheart hung in the air, casual but loaded. You laughed it off, but your heart raced. Was he... flirting? No, couldn't be. You were just the nanny.
At least.. that’s what you thought, but it kept happening. Compliments on your outfits "That skirt suits you—makes the place light up.", extra coffee poured for you with a wink, his hand lingering on yours when handing over Megumi's jacket. He was sweeter now, teasing in a way that made you feel seen, desired even. And God, the way he'd flex when carrying groceries, or how his laugh rumbled when you bantered—it was chipping away at your professionalism.
You didn't realize how deep it ran until one evening, about five months in. It was a Friday, and Toji had mentioned he'd be home late from "work"—he was vague about what he did, something physical and freelance. You'd planned a quiet night; bath time for Megumi, story hour, then tucking him in. The little guy was wiped out from a day at the park, so bedtime came easy. You sang him a soft lullaby, watching his eyelids droop until he was out, thumb in his mouth, curled under his dinosaur blanket.
The house was quiet as you tiptoed downstairs, intending to jot notes for the next day and head home. But the front door clicked open, and Toji stepped in, shrugging off his jacket. He looked tired but alert, those green eyes sharpening when they landed on you.
"Evening..” you said smiling softly. "Megumi's down. He was an angel, as usual. Ate all his dinner too."
Toji nodded, kicking off his boots. "Good. Thanks for staying late." He paused, raking a hand through his hair. "You eat yet?"
You shook your head. "Not yet. Was gonna grab something on the way home."
He jerked his chin toward the kitchen. "Sit. I'll throw something together. Least I can do."
It wasn't the first time he'd offered, but tonight felt different.
You hesitated, then followed, perching on a stool at the island while he rummaged in the fridge. He moved with easy confidence, pulling out eggs, veggies, and cheese for a quick omelette. The silence was comfortable at first, broken only by the sizzle on the stove.
"You know..” he started, plating the food and sliding one in front of you, "I didn't hire you just 'cause of Megumi."
You looked up, fork halfway to your mouth. "What do you mean?"
He leaned on the counter opposite you, arms crossed, that smirk playing on his lips again. But his eyes were serious, intense like the day you met. "Kid likes you, sure. That's half of it. But you... from the second you walked in, all nervous and sweet, playing with him like it was the most natural thing... I knew. Knew you were what this place needed. What I needed."
Your breath caught. The flirtation had been building, but this? Direct. Vulnerable, even, for a man like him. Toji wasn't the type to spill his guts—you could tell that from the way he carried himself, all guarded edges and quiet strength. But here he was, holding your gaze across the counter, waiting for your reaction like it mattered.
You set your fork down, pulse thumping in your ears. "Toji... what are you saying?"
He pushed off the counter, rounding the island until he was right there, close enough that you had to tilt your head up to meet his eyes. His presence was overwhelming—heat radiating from his body, that scar twitching as he fought a full smile. "I'm sayin' I've been waitin' months to do this right. Flirtin', yeah.. testin' the waters. Seein' if you'd bite. 'Cause from day one, sweetheart, I wanted you here. Not just for Megumi. For us.. for me."
Your mouth went dry. The months of teasing flashes—his hand on your waist when you reached for a high shelf, the way he'd call you "doll" with a low chuckle, the lingering looks when he thought you weren't watching—suddenly clicked. It wasn't random. It was deliberate. He hired you knowing, hoping, you'd fit into more than just the nanny role.
"I... I didn't know.” you whispered, but it wasn't denial. It was surprise mixed with something warmer, something that had been simmering under your skin too. You'd tried to ignore it, keep it professional because that's who you were—sweet, kind, not the type to complicate things. But Toji? He made it impossible not to want more.
His hand came up, calloused fingers brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, then lingering on your cheek. "Figured you might not. You're too damn sweet for your own good. But I see how you look at me when you think I'm not payin' attention." His thumb traced your jaw, tilting your face up further. "Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you're feelin' this too... say the word."
You didn't say anything at first. Couldn't. The air between you crackled, his touch igniting sparks that traveled straight to your core. Months of buildup, of fantasizing about those strong arms wrapping around you, that intense stare stripping you bare. You leaned into his hand, eyes fluttering shut for a second.
"I... I am." you admitted, voice barely above a breath. "I've been feeling it too. But Megumi—"
"Is asleep upstairs." he murmured, his other hand settling on your hip, pulling you gently off the stool until you were standing, bodies inches apart.
"And we'll keep this quiet for him. Slow. Whatever you need." His voice dropped lower, rough with promise. "But I've wantin’ you since that interview. Been plannin' on makin' you mine the whole time."
The words sent a shiver through you, heat pooling low in your belly. You nodded, rising on your tiptoes to close the gap, your lips brushing his in tentative invitation. Toji didn't hesitate—he groaned softly, cupping the back of your neck as he kissed you properly.
It was everything his presence promised—hungry, dominant, but laced with the sweetness he'd been offering you. His mouth moved against yours with expert ease, tongue teasing the seam of your lips until you parted for him, letting him deepen it.
You melted into him, hands fisting in his shirt as he backed you against the counter, his body pressing flush. He was hard already—you could feel him through his jeans, thick and insistent against your thigh—and it made your knees weak. "Toji..” you gasped when he broke for air, nipping at your lower lip.
"Shh." he hushed, smirking as his hands roamed, one sliding under your shirt to trace the curve of your waist, the other kneading your hip. "Gonna take care of you, sweetheart. Been dreamin' of this—havin' you right here in our home, all soft and willin'."
He scooped you up effortlessly, like you weighed nothing, and carried you toward the living room couch—the one with the best view of the stairs, just in case. He set you down gently, but there was nothing gentle about the way he knelt between your legs, hands pushing your skirt up your thighs.
"Tell me what you want.” he said, eyes dark with lust, fingers hooking into your panties and tugging them down slowly. "Wanna hear it from that pretty mouth."
You bit your lip, thighs trembling as the cool air hit your exposed skin. He was staring, hungry, like you were the most delicious thing he'd ever seen. "You." you breathed, reaching for
You bit your lip, thighs trembling as the cool air hit your exposed skin. He was staring, hungry, like you were the most delicious thing he'd ever seen. "Please.." you begged, reaching for him, fingers tangling in the hem of his shirt. "I want you, Toji. All of you."
That was all it took. Toji's control snapped with a low growl, his large hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wider as he surged forward, mouth crashing back to yours in a kiss that stole your breath. It was messy, passionate—teeth grazing, tongues tangling like he'd been starving for this. You tugged at his shirt, and he pulled back just long enough to yank it over his head, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest, scars faint against tanned skin, muscles rippling with every movement. God, he was beautiful in a rugged, untamed way.
"Impatient, aren't ya?" he teased, voice husky as he tossed the shirt aside, his hands returning to your body like they belonged there. He unbuttoned your blouse with surprising dexterity, peeling it open to expose your bra, his thumbs brushing over the lace in a way that made you arch into him. "Gonna make this worth the wait, doll. Promise."
You whimpered as he dipped his head, lips trailing hot kisses down your neck, nipping at your collarbone before shoving the cups of your bra down. His mouth closed over one nipple, sucking firmly, tongue flicking in rhythm with the hand kneading your other breast. Pleasure shot straight to your core, making you squirm, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders. "Toji... please..."
He chuckled against your skin, the vibration sending shivers through you. "Please what? Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me how bad you want it." His free hand slid between your legs, fingers teasing your slick folds, circling your clit with just enough pressure to make you gasp but not enough to satisfy.
"I want you inside me.” you managed, hips bucking up toward his touch. "Need you—fuck, Toji, just... touch me more."
"That's my girl." He rewarded you with a thick finger sliding inside, curling just right to hit that spot that made you whine. He pumped slowly at first, adding a second finger, stretching you with deliberate strokes while his mouth worked your breast. You were soaked, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet house, but it only spurred him on.
"So wet for me already. Been thinkin' about this pussy for months—how it'd feel clenchin' around me."
The dirty words from his mouth, combined with the building pressure, had you teetering on the edge. But Toji was in no rush; he pulled his fingers free just as you started to tremble, earning a whine of protest. "Patience.” he murmured, standing to strip of his jeans and boxers in one go. Your eyes widened at the sight of him—thick, hard, and curving slightly, pre-cum beading at the tip. He was huge, just like the rest of him, and the thought of him filling you made your mouth water and your thighs clench.
He settled back between your legs, rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance, coating himself in your wetness. "You sure?" he asked, eyes locking on yours, that intense green holding a flicker of tenderness amid the lust. "We can stop if—"
"Don't." you cut him off, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. "I want this. I want you."
With a groan, he pushed in, inch by inch, stretching you deliciously full. You both moaned at the sensation—he was big, bordering on overwhelming, but the slow slide made it perfect, every nerve alight. When he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, he stilled, forehead resting on yours, breathing ragged. "Fuck, you feel like heaven. So tight... so perfect."
Then he moved, pulling back and thrusting in deep, setting a rhythm that was steady but building—hard enough to make the couch creak, but controlled, like he was savoring every second. You clung to him, nails scraping down his back, meeting his thrusts as best you could. His hand found your clit again, rubbing in tight circles, and it was too much—the coil in your belly snapped, pleasure crashing over you in waves. "Toji—oh God, I'm—"
"Come for me.” he rasped, pace quickening, hips snapping harder. "That's it, sweetheart, let go."
You shattered around him, crying out into his shoulder as your walls pulsed, milking him. He followed seconds later, spilling hot inside you, hips jerking erratically as he rode out his release. The warmth of him filling you triggered aftershocks through your body, drawing soft whimpers from your lips as you clung to him, nails digging into his sweat-slicked back. Toji collapsed forward, careful not to crush you, his weight a comforting anchor as you both panted into each other's necks. His lips brushed your temple, a surprisingly gentle kiss amid the haze of pleasure.
"Fuck.” he breathed, voice wrecked and low. "That was... you're incredible, sweetheart." He didn't pull out right away, staying buried deep, like he couldn't bear to break the connection. Instead, he shifted slightly, propping himself on one elbow to look down at you, that intense green gaze now softened with something affectionate—possessive, even, but in the best way.
You smiled up at him, dazed and blissed-out, tracing the scar on his lip with your thumb. "So were you. I've never... it felt amazing."
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and into you. "Good. 'Cause we're just gettin' started." Slowly, he withdrew, both of you hissing at the sensitivity, and he scooped you up effortlessly, carrying you toward the bathroom like you were precious cargo. The master bath was simple but spacious, and he set you on the edge of the counter while he ran warm water in the sink, grabbing a washcloth. True to his word, he took care of you—gently cleaning you up, his touch tender now, devoid of the earlier urgency. It was intimate in a way that made your heart swell; this big, intimidating man, doting on you with quiet focus.
When he was done, he helped you into one of his oversized t-shirts before pulling on boxers and a fresh tee. He led you back to the couch, wrapping you both in a throw blanket, your head on his chest as his arm draped possessively around your shoulders. The house was still silent, Megumi's soft snores drifting faintly from upstairs, a reminder of the life you'd soon be building together.
"You planned this from the start, huh?" you murmured, fingers idly tracing patterns on his abs. "Hiring me... making me yours."
Toji tilted your chin up, pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead. "Knew you were special the minute you knelt down with Megs. Sweet, kind—everything I'm not. Figured if I played it right, you'd see past the rough edges. Stick around." He paused, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "And now? I want more than just flings. Want you here, with us. For real. If that's what you want."
Your chest warmed at his vulnerability, the gruff exterior cracking to reveal the devoted dad and man beneath. You'd fallen for both sides—the flirtatious intensity and the quiet sweetness—over these months. "I do. More than anything. Megumi's already like family, and you... you've been under my skin since day one."
He grinned, that scarred smirk turning genuine. "Then it's settled. No more 'just the nanny.' You're ours now, doll." He kissed you again, slow and deep, sealing the promise.
The next morning dawned soft and sunny. You woke in Toji's bed—having snuck upstairs after Megumi stirred—his arm heavy around your waist. The little boy burst in with a joyful "Up!" and crawled between you, demanding storytime. You and Toji exchanged a secret smile over his head, hands brushing as you read from his favorite book. Breakfast followed: pancakes again, but this time Toji's hand lingered on your thigh under the table, a flirtatious squeeze that promised more nights like last.
Life shifted seamlessly—fluffier routines laced with heated glances, stolen kisses when Megumi napped. Toji made good on his plans, courting you with a mix of rough charm and tender care: late-night talks on the porch, family outings to the park where he'd carry both you and Megumi like it was nothing. You were his, just as he'd always intended, and in the warmth of their home, you wouldn't have it any other way.
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a/n: I posted this on my main (cod) account.. but posting it here after making this one<3
