omfg i’m so sorry if this is tmi pls disregard if it is but i just rubbed one out to ur big brother suguru fic and it was so good my ears rang and my vision whited out please write more big brother suguru or dad suguru i beggg ur writing is so so so good !!! like i cannot stress this enough i am a big big fan oh my god
I love love LOOOOVE this for you anon!! I definitely enjoy TMI compliments like these 🥰 and yes I definitely will not stop hehe
Happy 3k to me! This was inspired by this TikTok video.
🌸No warnings, just low key fluff
🌸AU: Toji has a clumsy ass girlfriend and her friends hate him for being too protective.
🌸Word count: 978
Your friends dislike Toji.
Dislike is too mild a term for how they feel toward him, actually. It almost borders hate.
Especially when he makes faces at things you do.
You spot him from across the road where he’s waiting to pick you up from your girls’ night out and you immediately break away from your friend group, grinning and stumbling forward in your heels without even taking in your surroundings.
Your friends notice your boyfriend’s already scary face scrunching up as he crosses the street, his strides big and hurried.
You almost plummet into Toji’s arms just as he reaches the pavement you’re on, his strong hands already holding you tightly even as you melt into him. He eyes you giggling up at him, drunk and happy.
“Tojiiii!” you sing, reaching for his stubbly chin.
With a firm hand on your hip, he straightens you up as much as your soft-boned body would let him. You’re completely leaning on him, arms around his waist, cheek pressed to his neck.
Smiling at your friends, you slur, “My ride’s here. Thanks for the fun night, ladies!”
Your friends bid drunken farewells to you, before frowning at your boyfriend, who only gives them a salutary nod. Then, you’re whisked away — quite literally — with Toji carrying you with a hand around your waist, walking you back to his car parked at the other side of the road.
Or, worse, when they see him stopping you from doing anything like he’s your babysitter.
Like how you’re at a friend’s wedding, excitedly running back to Toji who’s still seated at your table while you went to take photos, and he immediately holds a hand out in your direction with a finger up. Like a goddamn dog trainer.
“Stop,” he mouths sternly.
You don’t obviously. And your friends are glad you don’t listen to a piece of shit like him. It still boggles them what you actually see in that idiot who treats you like you don’t have a mind of your own.
He groans when you throw yourself into his side, sliding down his torso till you’re sitting on his lap. Even as you circle your arms around his neck with a big smile, your friends notice Toji talking to you, thin brows crumpled, looking so much like he’s scolding a child. They don’t hear what he says to you though, and that context is vital in making him likeable amongst your friend group.
“Baby, stop doing that.”
“What?” you giggle. “I didn’t even do anything wrong.”
“I know. But you’re going to hurt yourself, woman,” he grumbles, the scarred corner of his lip drooping. “Stop running in heels.”
The final straw for them is when you’re all on the dance floor and Toji is just standing there with a beer in hand, watching you twirl and dance with your friends.
“St— Stop that, Princess,” Toji mutters, his beady green eyes set on you and the way your heeled feet move clumsily, his free hand already out to catch you and reel you back in.
“God, Fushiguro!” Utahime exasperates. “Just let her breathe!”
“You’re such an overbearing piece of shit,” Mei Mei mutters under her breath, eyes rolling under her braided hair.
Your bottom lip pushes out in a pout. You grab Toji’s big hand and tug on it, letting him pull you back into him. Placing a protective hand on his chest, you’re about to stand up for your boyfriend when a beer scented sigh cascades down your hair. You look up at him already staring at you, eyes dark and steely, his resting bitch face strong as a mask he wears to guard his emotions.
“I’ll go sit. You be careful, yes?”
You open your mouth to try to persuade him to stay, but his lips are already on your temple and then his warmth is gone, walking away from you and your circle of friends that hate him.
You let them pull you back into the chaotic fun and you soon forget about the little squabble.
That is until you decide to do a little twirl mid-dance.
And suddenly, you’re crashing to the ground, slipping on god knows what, on a completely flat, stable ground. Well, at least you’re sitting sideways prettily in the middle of the dance circle as if you’re at a picnic.
Your friends gasp and try to help you up even as you let out an embarrassed chuckle. But when you’re finally on your feet, you feel a thick arm circling your waist, your boyfriend’s comforting cologne making you grip onto his suit and lean into him.
“Tch. What’d I say?” Toji chides, scrunching his nose down at you slightly. “I knew this was going to happen.”
Without a word to your friends, who have watched the entire show of your boyfriend swooping in to hold you, your boyfriend walks you back to the table where he perches you on his lap, propping you up against his arm, his other hand brushing down your dress.
They watch him fuss over you. Even though he does look like a chastising parent, they see the worry he holds in his eyes and the anxiety of you getting hurt written in the lines on his face as he nags at you.
Especially when he finally cups your cheek and brushes his thumb over your cheekbone. They don’t hear what he says to you before you nod like a dejected puppy and he leans in to kiss you as if to soothe your wounds. But they finally realise that context is important when it comes to judging your boyfriend.
Because all Toji is concerned about is making you remember that, “You’re only allowed to bust those moves with me around, you hear me? I don’t want this pretty face ruined when I’m not even there to stop it from happening.”
can you pleaseee do more big brother suguru stuff? omg i just finished reading your big bro geto fic and it had me REELING like i was geeking over that man like crazy!!!!!!! u write so tastefully and every time i reread that fic again i always get super giddy even when i know whats about to happen! love u and ur blog downn mwah xoxo
Ahhhh thank you!!! I love reading all of you guys’ comments 🥹 and yes I’ll write more big bro!Suguru stuff. Maybe not a part 2 but a new story? 😈
i saw ur post about being uninspired to finish the dad toji series and i was just wondering if u mean ur low on writing juice or u don’t know where to go next with the series. bc if it’s the latter i haven’t been able to stop thinking about toji with a lactation kink for his pretty princess whose all heavy and swollen for him. or maybe reader has post nut clarity and is embarrassed about asking toji to knock her up and toji kinds comforts her mockingly while fucking like “awww baby don’t you want dad to get you pregnant? you were begging for it before”. or toji fucking reader with mom and satoru nearby, maybe on the couch during family move night hidden under the blanket or toji makes satoru (who’s sleeping over) stay in the guest room and sneaks into reader’s room.
idk pls take ur time im sorry if this is rude or like. pushy idk and if it is pls ignore!! i just love ur writing and dad!toji and my brain goes brrrr for him
Noo you’re good! I got your last suggestion down in part 4😘 thank you for loving my writing!
🌸 AU: You're someone else's woman now, but your dad still has to mark his territory.
🌸 AC: It's a short one but I hope you guys liked the ending, and the entire series! It was fun to write.
<< Part 1 🔞, Part 2 🔞, Part 3 🔞
Toji feels like his entire world has stopped spinning.
“I would like your blessing to marry your daughter, Mr. Fushiguro.”
He stares unreadably at the blue-eyed man, who looks as sincere as he is nervous. Then, he slides his gaze to meet yours across the table next to your boyfriend, already smiling at him.
The smile doesn’t reach your eyes.
But he catches the slightest nod of your head, and Toji thinks his hardened heart might have cracked then. He turns back to your boyfriend.
“And if I say no?” comes his gruff murmur that stuns everyone at the table into silence.
Even the ambient chatter and clinking of cutlery in the restaurant become muted. But the second passes quickly when you let out a quiet chuckle that breaks the awkward tension.
“Daddy, don’t scare Satoru,” you joke, though your gaze is sharp and full of meaning.
Toji’s scarred lips part to let out a silent scoff. He plasters a small, slanted smile on his face as he replies to you, though his voice does not carry any mirth.
“Just joking, kid.” He reaches out for his glass of wine as he hums. “Fine. Alright. But only on one condition.”
Satoru almost stumbles over his words. “W-what is i-it?”
“I want to still see my baby girl at least once a week after you’re married.”
“Done! Of course! Promise!”
A rather impatient knock startles you and your mother from your conversation, turning your attention to the already opening door.
Your father doesn’t even poke his head in or checks if it is fine for him to join you. He simply slips into the room like he owns the place.
Your mother’s sigh is so quiet that it is almost inaudible. But she pats your hand and gives you a smile as she wraps her arms around your shoulders, careful not to dirty or mess up the beautiful white dress you’re wearing.
“I’m happy for you, Darling,” she whispers as she hugs you tightly, motherly. “That you have found a man you love, to marry.”
The insinuation of her plight compared to yours doesn’t go unnoticed, but so does your father’s heavy presence behind the couch you’re perched on, like a surveiling eagle. The heartwarming moment passes in an instant and she stands, pats her dress down, and leaves the room without another word, giving up the space for your father to occupy.
A few seconds pass in silence.
You dare to turn and take a peek up at your father, only to have your breath lodged in your throat, gaze catching his hardened orbs. A muscle in his jaw ticks and even the scar on his lips looks like it’s frowning. His entire posture is stiff, ramrod straight and wound tight.
“Toji,” you breathe, so quietly and shakily that he softens somewhat.
He doesn’t say anything, just continues staring at you, not even looking at the pretty dress you have on that everyone keeps complimenting. You gulp down your pounding heart.
“You know it has to happen, Daddy,” you whisper.
That stirs something in him. You’re already holding your breath when he pulls his beefy hand out of his pocket to rest on the base of your neck, a possessive claim over you. He leans down, eating up your gasp when he presses his lips to yours, hard.
Toji acts like a starving man taking his first bite of a warm meal.
Hot, hungry, ravaging.
His hold on your neck tightens, like he’s trying to pull you towards him, keep you close.
You reach your hand up to grasp at something, your nails ending up digging and clawing at his forearm as you try to tether yourself. A low, guttural sound resonates from Toji.
He parts from the kiss, panting.
His eyes are dark and piercing as he gazes down at you, his lips shiny with spit. When you lick your own lips and blink up at him dazedly, Toji dives in again, your breath stolen as he crashes his lips on yours once more.
Your father’s palm slides down to your chest and under your bustier, groping and fondling your tit in his strong hand. You let out a whine and arch your back, opening your chest up for Toji to paw at your breasts.
Toji’s low groans and your whimpers harmonise with the wet, smooching sounds of your lips. You’re already rutting your hips against the cushion, a hand fisted on his collar, pulling him closer to you.
Your father breaks the kiss with a wet smack of your lips, making you whine. “My baby girl wet yet?”
You can only nod desperately. He gives you a peck to your swollen lips and slips his hand out from under the tube of your dress.
As he walks towards the door, he instructs, “Pull your dress up, Princess.”
You hear the lock of the door turning as you hike the hem of your dress up, exposing your legs and underwear. Your father comes back behind you, and you hear him undoing the zip of his slacks. You turn around just in time for his thick, red cock to slap against your cheek. You squeal in surprise, glancing up at him.
Toji cups your face, thumb caressing your cheek as he says, “Give Daddy’s cock a little kiss, baby. That’s it. Wanna lick it for me?” You flick your tongue over the transparent liquid dripping from his slit. “There you go. Keep going. Daddy’s going to touch you, too.”
With a hand on the base of his cock, you lap and suckle on his tip like a lollipop while Toji bends down to stroke the inside of your thigh. You let out a deep exhale through your nose when he cups your core, your legs spreading wider to accommodate his big hand.
A gasp slips from your lips when he presses his finger against the damp spot on your panties, his digit teasing your entrance through the lacy fabric.
Sliding your lips along his length, Toji lets out a groan and you feel the twitch of his cock. As if to reward you, he pulls the crotch of your panties aside, finger already playing with your flaps, coated with your slick.
“Baby,” he moans. “You’re so wet.” You hum around his cock. He keeps sliding his finger between your lips. “Just from kissing Daddy?”
“Mhmm,” you answer, this time pressing kisses at the side of his meat. “You know I like kissing you.”
Toji dips his finger into your hole, so warm and slippery from your pooling arousal. Your eyes shut in bliss as you suckle on his cockhead, relishing the way your father’s finger bottoms out inside of you slowly.
Toji moans at your warm breath on his sensitive rod when you gasp, his finger curling and digging into your wall with pressure just the way you like it. He strokes and rubs your insides, his knuckle digging into the barrier of your orifice.
The room is beginning to be filled with the wet squelching sounds from Toji fingering your pussy and you bobbing your head on his cock. It only arouses the both of you even more.
Glancing around the room, Toji’s gaze lands on a full-length mirror with golden borders across the room, situated between two windows for best lighting. He slips his finger out and stands to his full height.
You’re gripping and pumping his shaft as you look up at him, glassy-eyed, watching him suck on his finger.
“Daddy?” you call out, so sweetly that Toji immediately drops his gaze to you, a clean hand on your hair.
“Get up, sweetheart. Wanna fuck you in front of the mirror.”
Your father notices when you struggle to get up. He comes round the sofa with unhurried yet purposeful strides, his hand already extended out to you.
Taking it with a grateful smile, you let him guide you to stand in front of the mirror.
Even in your heels, Toji towers over you from behind. And even the beauty and elegance of your wedding dress does not diminish his size of presence.
Your eyes lock in the reflection. His hands are on your arms, caressing you gently, lovingly. You tilt your head slightly when he leans in to press a kiss to your neck and slowly down to your shoulder.
Then, you watch as he lifts his head to kiss your jaw, leaving you smooches up your cheek to your temple.
“You look so beautiful, baby girl,” he murmurs, eyes on you in the mirror. “That stupid man is a lucky bastard.”
Your lips quirk into a smile. Turning your head, you meet his eyes and he immediately drops his gaze to your lips, like he cannot help but be gravitated to them.
“Love you, Daddy,” you say softly.
Toji moans and leans in to capture your lips in his, unable to stop himself anymore. He starts out soft and tender, but as his hand slides up your arm and across your collarbone, he latches his hand around your neck, squeezing slightly.
You gasp and moan into his mouth, and Toji takes this opportunity to lap at your tongue, flicking, twirling, probing. Letting him lead the steamy kiss, you reach behind for your father’s hard cock, pumping and thumbing its wet slit.
His other hand slides down your body, his fingers already gripping possessively on your hip. He is gentle but purposeful as he slowly drags the material of your dress up, exposing skin.
Toji’s big palm rests on your hip, fingers already playing with your thong. He tugs your skimpy underwear down and you move your feet slightly just to aid it in slipping down your legs and letting it pool at your ankles.
Your father finally pulls away from your lips. You flutter your eyes open to see him staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, looking so completely enraptured by your beauty and the heat of the moment.
Taking his hand away from your neck now, he takes a small step back, though his one hand is still holding your dress up. You watch him through the mirror as he gazes down at your round globes, his other hand caressing your ass, giving one cheek a little squeeze. Then, he takes hold of his cock and your breath hitches in your throat when his green eyes catch yours in the mirror.
He holds your gaze as he takes a step forward, at the same time guiding his cock between your legs. Resting his hands on your hips, Toji holds your dress up from the front, enough to allow the both of you to see his pink tip poking out from between your thighs.
He presses his cheek against your temple. His voice is a gentle, loving caress when he murmurs, “My baby girl would make such a pretty wife.”
Just as you tilt your head to look at him, Toji slides his cock back before thrusting forward again. You let out a breathy moan. Toji dips his head to press a kiss to your cheek.
“Y’feelin’ good, sweetheart?”
“Mhmm…”
Your father chuckles at your breathless response. His eyes are on the mirror, unblinking on you rocking back and forth on his cock, your pretty lips parted. You’re getting wetter, so wet that Toji feels himself swelling up even more between your thighs.
Tilting his hips and adjusting his cockhead between your legs in one backward motion, Toji’s fat tip catches your entrance. Your muscles clench and a gasp trembles from your lips. Toji holds your wide-eyed gaze in the mirror.
Slowly, so slowly, Toji pushes his fat cock past your tight entrance as he appreciates the view of his daughter’s eyes shutting tight, her lips parted in a silent scream. You’re so tight around him, muscles clenching so hard that he has to stop every few millimetres, just to let your pulsing pussy get used to his size.
“So fucking tight, baby girl,” he growls in your ear.
You let out an embarrassed giggle, only to whimper midway when he pushes another inch into you.
“Daddy,” you whine. “Too big…”
He chuckles softly, kissing your jawline. “Bigger than usual?”
You open your eyes to stare into his in the mirror, emphasising your point as you nod your head.
“It’s hot seeing my baby girl in her wedding dress.”
He slides another inch in. You keep your eyes on him as he sheathes deeper into your tight crevice.
He’s smirking at you as he murmurs, “Watching us fuck on your wedding day is even hotter.” He dips his head to whisper in your ear, “Makes me so fucking horny, you don’t even understand, baby.”
And with that, he slams the rest of his size into your pussy. Your eyes shut tightly as you draw out a wanton moan, legs trembling at his sheer size that he has to gather you in his arms, pressing your back to his sturdy chest, his strong arm around your waist.
Toji lets the front of your dress fall back down to the floor, covering you up again, his other hand running down your side, smoothing down the fabric.
Your father’s guttural moan by your ear makes your eyes flutter open.
The image in front of you is a loving one.
You, in your beautiful wedding dress. Your father, hugging you from behind. Just a father and daughter enjoying their last moment together before she is married off into another man’s family. Just some familial bonding.
That is until Toji tilts his hips and pulls out, making your jaw hang open, only to slam his hard dick back into your slobbering cunt, making you bite down on your bottom lip, turning that scream into a muffled mewl.
Grunts pour out from Toji as he continues pounding into you. He slides his hands to your waist, his grip tight just above your hips.
“Fuck, Princess. Look at you in your pretty wedding dress. Such a perfect little wife for Daddy,” he groans.
You let out a sultry mewl. “Gonna be the… mm… best wife… f-for you, Daddy,” you breathe, whining and moaning between words.
This only turns Toji on even more. “Yeah?” he moans. “Come home to you on your knees to suck me off after a long, hard day at work not seeing your pretty little face?”
You nod as you watch yourself getting pounded by your father, loose hair already falling out of your carefully made updo.
Your father turns his head to press his nose into your cheek, his lips brushing your skin as he mutters, “Gonna let Daddy pound you while you cook for us and our kids, hmm, baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you gasp. His fingers tighten on your hips. His thrusts speed up. “Wait for you in bed after your work dinner with my ass up—”
Toji’s head falls back, his eyes shut tight at the thought of coming home to your glistening cunt waiting for him. “Fuck, Princess,” he moans. “Daddy’s gonna—”
“Want your face buried all up in my wet pussy… ‘Cuz I was playing with myself, prepping for you…”
“Fuck…”
Toji stops fucking you then, but you’re a little vixen.
“No, Daddy, don’t stop,” you plead with him, even as you fuck yourself back on his cock.
His grip is tight on your hip, trying to halt your movements. “Princess, Daddy’s—”
You ignore him as you continue, “Then we’re gonna fuck all night, Daddy. Your baby girl’s gonna make you go to work the next morning with no sleep. And you’re going to fill me up with so much cum, I’ll still be dripping when you come home again that evening.”
“Oh, fuck…” Toji curses, his hips thrusting again, unable to help himself. Once, twice, then, “Fuck, sweetheart! Daddy’s cumming. Daddy’s cumming in you. Oh, fuck, baby…”
You let him fuck you, let him ride out his orgasm as he slams his cock deep inside you. But you don’t stop talking.
“Then I’d shower you, Daddy… all over your body. On my knees. Clean your big cock with my mouth.”
Toji groans when your pussy tightens around him. “God, baby…” he nearly whimpers as another burst of his seed sprays your womb. “Such a perfect wife for Daddy…”
Even as he calms down from his high, you circle your hips, rubbing yourself against his cock. “Gonna walk down the aisle with your cum in my pussy, Daddy,” you giggle. “While you give me to another man.”
Toji hums lazily, his arms coming round your waist to keep you from moving against his semi-hardened cock. You catch his smirk in the mirror as he murmurs in your ear, “Gonna make sure my cum stains the altar while you’re saying your vows too, baby.”
You laugh when he starts fucking you again, slowly.
“Daddy’s gonna mark his territory.”
It’s been months since your wedding.
But Satoru is understanding whenever you go back for your weekly visit to your parents, whether it is with him or without. And he empathises with you when you’re just as clingy with your father as you were before marriage.
Even when you’re cuddling up with your dad on the couch after dinner, a warm throw over your laps, Satoru only smiles and brings you anything you ask him to. He just doesn’t want you to keep getting up.
What he doesn’t realise is your father’s cock is buried deep inside you, warm and snug in your tight hole.
Satoru is even kind enough to buy tickets for your parents to Hyogo prefecture while you’re there to join him on his work trip, knowing you would be lonely while he’s off at business meetings.
He just doesn’t know that while your mother is out getting a massage, her husband has snuck into your room, just to soak in the outdoor private onsen bath.
Well, not “just” to soak…
“Mm, my pretty girl,” Toji murmurs against your lips, wet hands cupping your tits, thumbing and pinching your pebbled nipples while you sit on his cock, hips moving in circles.
You smile. “Missed me, huh Daddy?”
He hums, tilting his head to kiss your cheek, then your jaw. “You don’t even know, baby.” He slides his hands down to your waist, directing your hips to slide back and forth on his lap. Toji pulls back to look up at you as he confesses with an eye roll, “I guess that Staruto boy isn’t that bad.”
You throw your head back with a hearty laugh and it makes your father’s heart swell in his chest. When you return your gaze on him, he reaches up to brush the loose tendrils of your hair away from your face.
“How does his name get more wrong as time goes by?” you giggle, slapping his chest.
Toji’s scarred lips tilt in a smirk. “When he returns my pretty wife to me.”
I just read part two of Uncle Toji’s story and that was so yummy. You’re a very nice writer! I don’t know if this is too much and if it makes you uncomfortable I totally get it but Oh My God I just came I don’t know how else to show how powerful your writing is lmao.
I love this for you!!!!!! I’m so flattered honestly. Thank you so much
Do you guys think I should post only my more popular stories (means no drabbles/headcanons/stories with little likes) or just one-shots & series (means not even popular drabbles)?
I didn’t realise how many stories I’ve written and I don’t think I could import all my stories over without turning 60 first lol
