✴︎ synopsis: In which hot DILF Toji wants to hire a babysitter for Megumi before getting out of town.
✴︎ warnings: dilf!toji x babysitter!reader, modern AU, dilf, huge ass age gap, jerking off, fingering, oral sex, spitting.
It was a rare twist of fate, but Toji had actually landed a legitimate work opportunity outside of town. Well..the only problem, it meant to leave Megumi behind. Even though Toji wasn't exactly up for a "Father of the year" award, he knew better than to leave his 6 year-old kid compeletely to his own.
So, Toji had resorted to searching for a babysitter, which proved to be absolute failure. Dozens of interviews later, the father was thoroughly unsatisfied. The people who showed up at his door were either entirely unqualified, easily intimidated, or just not to his liking.
But just as he was about to lose hope, you were in your car, typing his address into your car's GPS, ready to head over to his neighborhood where the interview was supposed to take place, knowing nothing about the high standards waiting for you on the other side of his door.
Truthfully, you had never baby sat a child in your entire life. But as a broke, recently graduated college student who really needed money, you were fully prepared to lie through your teeth about your qualifications. Whatever it took to get the babysitter job, you would say it.
You had actually put a decent amount of effort into your outfit, making sure to wear something that looked presentable but defenitely caught the eye. After parking, you stepped into the residence elevator, smoothing down your clothes in its glistening mirror while taking a deep breath.
Stepping out into the hallway, you walked over to his heavy brown apartment door, with a large golden metal '126' bolted to the center. You took one last breath, raised your hand and knocked.
A loud, heavy rumbling echoed from inside the apartment, followed by the sharp click of a lock turning. The door swung inward, and the hallway light was instantly cut off. Standing in the frame was a towering, overwhelmingly muscular figure wearing a tight black shirt. A man so wide he practically blocked out the apartment's entire interior light, casting a massive shadow right over you.
Your eyes slowly traveled up, involuntarily taking in the details of his body, then his face. Black fabric tightly stretched around his massive biceps, gaze tapering to his grey sweatpants that hung loosely on his hips. A sharp scar sliced clearly through the right corner of his mouth, adding a dangerous edge to his features. His dark hair was messy, clinging to his forehead damply as if he'd just thrown himself out of bed.
“Uhm...Good morning, Mr. Fushiguro, right ?”, you asked, voice wavering slightly as your heart started to hammer violently against your ribs. Toji didn't answer immediately, his dark blue eyes raked over you, looking you up and down. “Yeah, and you are ?” he asked back, his eyebrows showing his genuine confusion.
You quickly stumbled through your name, clearing your throat to do you most perfect "babysitter" tone and explained the reason that left you standing outside his door.
A look of realization crossed his face, “Oh right, yeah...I forgot”, he muttered, scratching the back of his head as he stepped to the side. “Get in”
You stepped past him, close enough that your shoulder brushed his lightly. Up close, he smelled like clean sweat, cheap cologne, and cold tobacco. A mix that made your head spin for a split second.
The apartment was surprisingly sparse. It wasn't dirty, but obvious that a single dad lived here. A few takeout containers on the counter, a pair of tiny shoes placed near the door, and a bunch of toys under the couch.
“Take a seat”, he said, gesturing toward his worn leather sofa. Instead of sitting across from you, he leaned his heavy frame against the edge of the coffee table in front of you. His position forced him to look down at you, but it also placed his muscular thighs and low hung sweat pants directly in your line of sight, making you gulp.
“So..”, Toji started, with a low voice. “You want to watch Megumi ?”
“Yes. I have a lot of experience with children of your son’s age. I’m very patient, responsible..”
He cuts you off with a breathy laugh, as he leaned in letting the shadow of his large body enveloping yours again.
“Is that so ?”, he murmured, his eyes dropping to your lips for a fraction of a second before locking back into yours. “Because you look a little too nervous to me for someones who handles screaming kids for a living”
“Well, I just graduated college so not for a living maybe ?”, you spit back. A grin spread across Toji’s face making the scar on his lip flex, he leaned in an inch closer. “Or maybe I’m the one making you nervous ?”
“Mr. Fushiguro, please”, you replied, making sure he heard the annoyance in your voice, knowing damn well you were so far from annoyed, you core throbbing a little at his proximity.
He let out a low chuckle, finally stepping back to call down the hallway. “Megumi, get out here.”
A moment later, a little kid with wildly spiky black hair shuffled into the room. He looked between you and his dad with pure, unbothered annoyance. “Megumi, this is your sitter for the next month,” Toji muttered, gesturing toward you.
Megumi let out a tiny, heavy sigh, looking at you like you were the one that needed to be baby sat. You could swear that you heard him mumble a low “Nice to meet you”, before immediately turning on his heel and heading back to his room, shutting the door.
Your eyes widened as the realization hit you. “Wait... Mr. Fushiguro, does this mean I got the job?”
“Yeah,” Toji said, walking over to the kitchen counter and picking up , between all of the items scattered there, a crumpled piece of notebook paper. “And call me Toji.”
He slid the paper across the counter toward you. “Here’s his school’s address and the apartment's passcode. On Thursday afternoons, he plays at the park down the block. You’ll be watching him for a month straight, so you’ll need to pack your bags and live here. My flight leaves tomorrow morning.”
You blinked, looking from the paper back up to him. “Wait, so I’m staying here alone with him ?”Toji smirked, leaning back against the counter. “Yeah. The place is all yours the second I walk out that door tomorrow. Is there a problem ?”
“No, no ! I don’t mind !” you rushed out, a wave of pure relief washing over you. You actually had a job. Even if it was temporary, the money was yours. “Thank you so much, Toji.”
With a final polite nod, you turned and left, heading straight back to your studio apartment to start packing your bags. Completely oblivious to the consequences of your exit.
The man who had been acting so tough and unbothered moments earlier, was left standing in his living room, all flustered. His eyes tracking the rhythmic sway of your hips the entire way through the door, leaving him with a bulge straining against the thin fabric of his grey sweatpants.
Time passed, but the thick strain against Toji's thigh was still rock hard and throbbing. No matter what he tried to do to discract himself, expecting time to do its thing and let him soften up — well, he was wrong.
After packing his bags and making sure he had everything in that blue huge backpack, he slowly cracked open Megumi's bedroom door, peeking his head in to make sure his son was actually sleeping.
The kid was out cold. Toji quietly closed it without a sound and tiptoed straight to his bathroom as he slipped inside and clicked the door shut. He could no longer contain himself.
Leaning his heavy frame flat against the wood, he let out a ragged exhale, jaw tightening. His palm dragged down slowly clenching against his bulge, squeezing one, twice. A wordless plea for friction.
A guttural sound caught in his throat. His fingers slipped past his waistband slowly, then without hesitation, swept down in one bold motion.
Toji was completely flushed, when heat crept up his neck and into his cheeks. His gaze dropped down to his red , angry tip that had been smearing pre all this time, creating a wet mess inside his underwear. A breathy “Fu- Fuck..” left the barrier of his lips.
He wrapped his large hand around the thick thaft that had been aching in his pants. The second Toji swiped his thumb up to collect the slick moisture from his flushed mushroomed tip, he grunted heavily. “That's all because of you..Fuck-”
The man couldn't think straight the second he started pumping up and down his steel-hard length. He breathed slowly, his mouth forming a soft oh as the memory of earlier made him go absolutely wild, causing his balls to twitch tight against his thighs.
“Shit-”, he hissed. His eyelids squeezed together as he felt the pleasure growing bigger as he fucked his fist. “That ass...You did that on purpose huh ? Coming here in that fucking tight skirt-”
Toji couldn't keep his mouth shut anymore. But since his son is sleeping not too far down the hall, he yanked the ham of his shirt and stuffed the dark fabric in his mouth, biting down hard to strangle any whimper or groan that tried to escape.
He could feel his balls tightening so much it was almost painful, forcing him to slow his frantic pumps down to a torturously slow pace. He thumbed the wet line of his leaking slit, spreading the slick over his cherry red tip, and then he pumped once, twice, thrice.
A violent jolt ran through him from head to toe. Toji's hips bucked forward into his fist as he spillied his hot seed, the thick fluid shooting out a whole white mess all over his hand and his toned abs.
The next morning arrived far too quickly, you arrived at the apartment just as the morning sun was starting to rise, your suitcase rolling behind you, its wheels rattling against the pavement. Any nerves from yesterday had completely vanished, replaced by pure excitement.
Pulling out the piece of paper Toji had given you the previous day, you tapped the apartment's passcode number by number. The lock clicked open with a quiet ping, in the deafening silence. Toji had left an hour prior, leaving his child peacefully sleeping.
Just like instructed in the brief text message Toji sent you this morning before heading to the airport, you went straight to the guest room to unpack. It was surprisingly nice, and the massive bed sitting right in the center of the room instantly put a smile on your face.
Once your clothes were neatly arranged in the storage of the small closet, and your electronics were set up on the white wooden desk in the corner of the room, it was time to get to work.
You stormed right into Megumi's dull and quiet room, waking him up like he was drafted into war.
At that point, waking Megumi to "war" became your daily routine, over the last three weeks the apartment that looked so dull before completely transformed.
At first, that kid was in a tough shell, all blank stares, crossed arms, and pouty answers. Yet, three weeks of late-night movies sessions, and navigating his chaotic routine meant the professional boundaries vanished little by little.
You learned exactly how he liked his breakfast, which video games he played, and knew his bestfriends, Yuji and Nobara, like they were your own.
Which was exactly where you let him go have a sleepover, ironically acting like a burdened mom that desperately needed a break, even though Megumi was the calmest kid you'd ever met.
Plus, with only one week before Toji's return, you wanted to take maximum advantage of the place you were currently residing in.
Well, to be honest, curiosity had gotten the best of you this time, so you decided to try and explore the apartment— the one thing you hadn't touched being Toji's bedroom. Actually, you hadn't even gone in his room once.
God, the thought of that man was living rent-free in your head ! You lost the count of how many times you came, creating a mess on that massive guest bed, riding your fingers raw to the memory of his voice.
Every time he called to check on Megumi, he'd let that raspy voice of his throw subtle signs. You always played it perfectly dumb, acting like the babysitter who missed every single hint.
But if only he knew. If he had any idea that you caught every single dirty implication, and that his voice was the exact thing helping you scream into your pillow late at night, it would drive him insane.
You opened his door and stepped in slowly. You walked over to the cluster of clothes over his desk chair, picking up one of his black shirts and pulling the heavy fabric up to your nose, deeply inhaling the scent of him.
As a rush of warmth spread throughout your body, you didn't even try to fight that craving. Dropping the shirt against your chest, you immediately leaned back against the edge of his bed, spreading your legs wide.
You choked on a breath as you started rubbing your aching wetness directly over your clothes, desperately seeking out your clit through the barrier of your covered folds.
Without hesitation, you yanked down your shorts in one swift. Freeing yourself from the fabric, your hand moved instantly, your ring and middle finger heading straight to your stinging, swollen nub.
The contact is immediate and overwhelming, especially with his scent still clinging to the shirt in your hand.
You were so completely lost in friction, whimpering softly against the fabric of his shirt as your fingers worked your throbbing bud, that the quiet ping of the door passcode barely registered.
You were so entirely consumed by your own pleasure, eyes closed shut and face buried deep in that black cotton while you chased the edge of your release, that you completely missed the shadow falling across the hardwood floor.
You didn't notice Toji standing completely flabbergasted at his bedroom door.
Oh, how the tables have turned. The man who thought he was playing a subtle game is now frozen at his own threshold. Toji was getting an absolute eyeful of what he actually does to you.
“Am I disturbing ?” he murmured.
The sound of his voice almost made your jaw detach of your face. What on earth was he doing here ? He wasn't supposed to be back in another week. As reality violently crashed down on, you felt yoursef drowning in pure embarassment.
You scrambled backwards on that mattress, fumbling frantically as you tried to yank your shorts back up over your hips. “Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-”
The panic is so intense that it's almost tangible. You're breathing hard, you've been caught in a vulnerable or embarrassing situation, and you're literally holding his shirt, which makes it obvious you've been doing something you probably didn't want him to see.
“Didn't mean to what ?” he asked, in that same husky tone that had been driving you crazy over the phone for the last three weeks. He took one slow, deliberate step into the room, tossing his keys onto the desk.
“Didn't mean to play with yourself on my fucking bed, with my fucking shirt between your hands ?”
You sucked in a sharp breath, your hands freezing on the waistband of your shorts. The embarrassment was hot enough to burn, but the sheer weight of his gaze was making your core sting all over again.
Getting caught ? Well, it kinda turned you on.
“You been playin' dumb on the phone this whole time,” he muttered. Toji's hand moved to the hem of the his own shirt, pulling it up and over his chest, exposing every inch of his built torso.
“Looks like you understood exactly what I was saying. So put the shorts back down and let's finish what you started.”
︎You awkawrdly giggled at his joke..until ou realized it wasn't one. “Wait what ?” “You heard me, doll”
But instead of doing what he asked you to, you disappeared from his sight when he heard a loud,heavy thud! on the floor. Your knees kissed the hardwood right in front of him, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, abandoning any remaining pride as you sought his validation.
Toji froze for a split second, entirely caught off guard by your sudden action. Then, a deeply satisfied hum rumbled from his chest. Toji looked down at you, his large hand coming up to lazily cup the back of your neck, his thumb pressing firmly into the sensitive skin right under your jaw to force your head back just a little more.
His eyes darkened, a wicked, razor-sharp smirk spreading across his face as he unbuckled his belt.
“Are you sure you can get all of me in that pretty little mouth of yours?”
“Believe me, I've done way worse.”
That's what you thought, right up until he actually pulled both of his pants and boxers down. Your eyes widened like they never had before in your entire life. Damn, you genuinely felt like your eyeballs were about to pop up right out of your skull and fall !
But you were so confident ! You couldn't just back out now !
Summoning your courage, you wrapped your fingers around his rock-hard length. You immediately struggled to even close your hand into a proper "O" shape, his overwhelming thickness stretching your grip to its absolute limit.
Toji looked down at you from above, a cocky grin spreading across his face as wide as it could possibly go. Still, he tried his best to keep a cool, unbothered expression, desperately acting like you didn't have that much of an effect on him.
I mean..that stubborn composure seemed to work at first. But that was right before you leaned in closer, pressing your lips flat against his cherry-red blushing tip. You gave it a sweet but filthy peck, and before he could even register that action, you darted your tongue straight up, licking along the slick, dripping line of his slit.
Witnessing the change of expression on his face made you slick yourself completely,the warmth trickling against the fabric between your thighs.
You parted your lips, full intended to tease him — to voice some wicked comment about the raw need surfacing in his eyes. But Toji didn't even give you the chance to inhale.
With a sudden tilt of his hips, he bucked forward, shoving the thick crown of his cock straight into your warm mouth.
“Not so talkative anymore, huh ?” he rumbled. His eyes closed tight, shoulders tensing, when you immediately adapted, sucking down on him and swirling your tongue with a rhythmic heat that had him groaning aloud.
Toji was just so massive, there was no way your mouth could accomodate all of him at once. Realizing you hit your limit, you locked your lips tight around his shaft. One of your hands slid down to clamp around his base, your fingers working in tandem to work the neglected length that your mouth couldn't reach.
A low, broken curse left his lips as his composure finally shattered. Driven entirely by friction, Toji started bucking his hips, his instinct taking ovet as he tried to ruthlessly fuck your mouth. Though the desperate urge to make him cum right down your throat was screaming in your ears, you weren't ready to let him dictate the pace. You wanted total control.
Without a single warning, you pulled out. your mouth left the slick of his cock with a wet, loud pop!
“The fuck are you doin-” You didn't even let him finish his thought.
It was pretty insane when you actually thought about the sheer audacity of what you were doing. but the adrenaline running throught your veins made you shameless. You used your weight to push the heavy, muscular frame of the man you’d been babysitting for back onto the mattress.
In a second, you shifted, pinning his arms as you sat directly on his iron-hard abs, facing his lower half upside down.
You thought that was a brilliant idea. A masterclass in taking control. But reality was you had just parked the ass he'd been violentely fantasizing about for the past weeks directely in his fucking face. How is a man like Toji Fushiguro supposed to keep composure after that ?!
Well, he fucking couldn't !
In a blink of an eye, his calloused hands shot up, hooking deep into the waistband of your shorts and jerked them down your hips in one brutal swipe. A sharp gasp tore from your throat as the sudden chill of the bedroom air hit your bare lower lips, exposing your swollen heat to the dim light.
Toji stared up, his chest heaving under your weight, his eyes fixed on the glistening view hovering just inches from his mouth.
“Holy shit-” he breathed, his words were vibrating against your inner thigh. “You're fucking dripping !”
You spat into your palm, mixing your own saliva with the precum coating his shaft and didn’t waste a single second before plunging back down.
Your lips parted, wrapping tight around his velvet slick dick, taking him in until you were gagging against the back of your throat. You fell into a rhythm, your tongue darting out to worship the sensitive underside.
Your cheeks were hollowing with every deep, greedy suck. And you swallowed rhythmically, a desperate whimper escaping you that seemed to drive him entirely out of his mind.
You were so consumed, chocking lightly on the size of him, when two large hands clamped into your hips from each side. With an effortless shove, he spread your cheeks wide, exposing you to him.
Before you could even process the position you were in, his tongue was there, a wet intrusion tracing the path of your slick slit. The sensation was explosive, your body bucked, a strangled moan escaping your lips even if your mouth was filled by him.
The sychronization was too intense, the double friction of your mouth on his length and his rough tongue tracing the line of your slit as he used his fingers to spread your lips.
Every time your cheeks hollowed when you sucked on him, Toji’s hips bucked upward in a mindless reflexe, his heavy hands digging into the flesh of your thighs to pin you against his mouth.
Toji was breathing like a wild animal, ruthlessly flicking his tongue against your stinging nub.
“Wait- I’m gonna cum!” you screamed as you pulled out for a second, right before taking his thick, dirpping cock back in. The heat building in your lower belly was blinding. An electric tension that made your entire lower half tremble violentely.
You couldn’t even breathe properly anymore, your throat contracting around his massive thickness as the first waves of your climax started to ripple through your folds, making you lose your vision as your eyes rolled back into your skull.
“Tojiiii–” the moan was nothing more than a choked, muffled vibration against his throbbing dick, but he felt it through his entire body.
That was his breaking point.
His fingers clenched so hard into your hips they would leave marks, his tongue giving one final, agonizingly hard drag right over your swollen center. Your walls clamped down in a violent, soaking orgasm, your head tossing back as a strangled cry was trapped inside your throat.
“Fuck fuck fuck-” The tight, rhythmic spasms of your mouth contracting around his cock instantly ruined him. Toji let out a low, shattered groan that vibrated right against your bare thighs.
His body went rigid as iron, his chest heaving under you as he came, a hot torrent of precum and release bursting right into the back of your throat. He bucked his hips one last, desperate time, pouring himself into you as you swallowed down every single drop.
You shifted your weight, twisting around on his chest until you were finally facing him. Leaning down, you sank your mouth over his, sealing your lips together in a deep, hot kiss. The taste was intoxicating.
A slick blend of your own heat and his deep release shared completely between you, the friction of your tongues blurring the lines of who belonged to who.
When you finally broke apart for air, you collapsed onto the mattress right next to his massive frame. Both of your chests were heaving, your breathing uneven, and completely unsteady in the quiet of the bedroom.
As the minutes ticked by, the static in the air began to settle. The frantic beat of your heart gradually slowed, and the room finally stopped spinning as you both fully blinked your vision back into focus.
The heavy silence was warm, thick with the lingering scent of what you’d just done.
Toji slowly turned his head on the pillow, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a heavy-lidded intensity.
He reached out, his hand moving up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently tracing your jawline as a smirk crept back onto his face.
“Feel like another round?”
