Sweet cravings(づ¯3¯)づ
Synopsis: singledad!Toji is tired of taking care of baby megumi and he walks past a bakery to see the most gorgeous women he’s seen megumi seem to like her too! But what will Toji do with the gorgeous baker he met?
Warning: smut (MDNI), mating press, doggy, spooning, oral (f + m rev) almost caught, toe sucking, praise kink (kinda) pregnancy talk some fluff
Wc: 6:2k
Toji Fushiguro was exhausted.
Raising a baby alone wasn’t in his original life plan. After Megumi’s mother passed, the world had dumped the tiny bundle of black hair and stormy eyes into his arms, and Toji—former assassin, gambler, and all-around mess—had to figure out diapers, midnight feeds, and the crushing weight of responsibility.
Today was one of those days. Megumi had been fussy since dawn, refusing naps, and Toji’s arms ached from rocking him. He needed coffee. Or sugar. Something to keep him upright for the long afternoon ahead.
He adjusted the baby carrier strapped to his broad chest, Megumi’s little head tucked against his shoulder, pacifier in mouth. The cool autumn air nipped at his scarred face as he walked the quiet neighborhood streets, his tall, muscular frame drawing a few lingering glances from passersby.
Then he smelled it—warm butter, vanilla, fresh bread. His stomach growled.
The bakery on the corner had a cheerful striped awning and a window display full of colorful donuts, cupcakes, and pastries that looked too perfect to eat. A hand-painted sign read: Fresh Daily – Come in for a Smile.
Toji pushed open the door, the bell jingling softly. Warmth enveloped him, along with the heavenly scent of baked goods.
Behind the counter stood the most gorgeous woman he’d seen in years.
You.
You were wiping flour from your cheek with the back of your hand, apron tied around your waist, hair pulled back loosely with a few strands escaping. Your smile was bright and genuine as you greeted the customer ahead of him, voice soft and melodic. When your eyes lifted and met his, something sparked—warm, interested, a little surprised.
“Hi there! Welcome in. What can I get for you today?”
Toji blinked, momentarily speechless. Megumi made a small cooing sound, drawing your attention downward. Your expression softened instantly, eyes lighting up at the sight of the baby.
“Oh my goodness, what a handsome little guy! Is he yours?”
Toji grunted, shifting the carrier. “Yeah. Megumi. He’s… a handful.”
You leaned over the counter slightly, smiling wider at the baby. “Hi, Megumi! Look at those big eyes. You must be so proud.”
Something in Toji’s chest loosened. Most people saw him—a big, scarred, intimidating man—and kept their distance. You didn’t flinch. You looked at his son like he was the cutest thing in the shop.
“He likes the smell of bread,” Toji said, voice rough but quieter than usual. “Keeps him calm sometimes.”
You laughed softly. “Then you came to the right place. How about a fresh croissant for dad and maybe a soft mini muffin for the little one? On the house for first-time visitors with adorable babies.”
Toji’s lips twitched—the closest he got to a smile these days. “Don’t have to do that.”
“I want to,” you replied, already packaging the items with careful hands. Your fingers were dusted with flour, nails painted a soft pink. “It’s nice to see a dad out with his baby. Not everyone makes the effort.”
He paid anyway, leaving a generous tip. As he turned to leave, Megumi reached out a tiny hand toward the display case.
You noticed. “Wait—one second.” You quickly grabbed a plain, soft piece of bread and handed it over, wrapped neatly. “For the road. Come back anytime.”
Toji met your eyes again. They were kind, sparkling with something warm that made his tired body feel a little less heavy. “Yeah. I will.”
He walked out, Megumi happily gumming the bread, but Toji’s mind lingered on you—the gorgeous baker who had smiled at both of them without hesitation.
The next week, he came back.
Then the week after.
It became routine. Toji would stop by the bakery most afternoons when Megumi’s fussiness peaked, claiming the baby liked the smell. In reality, Toji liked the way you lit up when you saw them. The way you always had a small treat ready for Megumi and a coffee or pastry for him, often with a little note or extra smile.
You learned his name was Toji. He learned yours. Conversations grew longer—first about Megumi’s latest milestones, then about your love for baking (“It’s my happy place—turning simple ingredients into something that makes people smile”), then about his life (“It’s been rough since… well, it’s just us now”).
You were patient. Gentle. The kind of woman who made a hardened man like Toji feel seen rather than judged.
One rainy afternoon, the shop was empty except for the two of you. Megumi was dozing in the carrier. Toji leaned against the counter, sipping the coffee you’d made extra strong.
“You’re good with him,” he said gruffly, nodding at his son. “Most people get nervous around a guy like me carrying a baby.”
You smiled, resting your chin on your hand. “You’re a good dad, Toji. It shows. He’s lucky to have you.”
His green eyes softened. “Not sure about that. I’m winging it most days.”
“Everyone is,” you replied softly. “But you show up. That counts.”
The air between you thickened. Your eyes held his a beat too long. Toji felt a pull he hadn’t felt in years—raw attraction mixed with something deeper, warmer.
Before he could overthink it, he asked, “You free after closing sometime? Maybe grab dinner? Or… I don’t know, walk with us?”
Your cheeks flushed adorably. “I’d like that. A lot.”
Dating with a baby wasn’t easy, but you made it feel natural.
You started with short walks in the park after your shift, Megumi in the stroller or carrier. You brought homemade treats, and Toji would watch you play peek-a-boo with his son, your laughter bright against the autumn leaves.
Evenings turned into quiet dinners at your apartment above the bakery or his modest place. Megumi warmed to you quickly, reaching for you with chubby hands and babbling happily.
Toji watched it all with a strange tightness in his chest. You were gorgeous—curves that filled out your apron perfectly, a smile that could melt his cynicism, and a kindness that chipped away at his walls.
One night, after putting Megumi down in the portable crib you’d helped set up at your place, Toji pulled you close on the couch.
“You don’t have to do all this,” he murmured against your hair, large hands resting on your waist. “A single dad with baggage isn’t exactly a prize.”
You turned in his arms, cupping his scarred face. “I like you, Toji. All of you. And I adore Megumi. I’m not going anywhere unless you want me to.”
He kissed you then—slow at first, then deeper, hungry. His hands roamed your body, appreciating every soft curve. You tasted like vanilla and sugar, and he groaned low in his throat.
“Been wanting this,” he admitted roughly, lips trailing down your neck. “You drive me crazy, woman.”
You shivered, fingers threading through his dark hair. “Then take me, Toji.”
He did.
That first night was intense. He carried you to your bedroom, laying you down with surprising gentleness before stripping you slowly, worshipping every inch with his mouth and hands. His praise came in a low rumble: “So fucking beautiful… look at you, all soft and perfect for me.”
When he finally sank into you, it was deep and possessive. You gasped at his size, clutching his broad shoulders as he set a steady rhythm.
“That’s it, good girl,” he growled, nipping at your collarbone. “Taking me so well. Such a sweet little baker, making my cock feel this good.”
The sex was raw and passionate. He flipped you into doggy style later, gripping your hips firmly as he thrust harder, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. “Fuck, this ass… perfect. You were made for me.”
You came with a cry, and he followed soon after, burying himself deep with a guttural moan.
Afterward, he pulled you into spooning position, his large body curled protectively around yours, one hand resting on your stomach. Megumi slept soundly in the next room. For the first time in a long while, Toji felt peace.
Weeks turned into months.
Your relationship deepened. Toji helped around the bakery on busy days—his strength perfect for lifting heavy trays—while you watched Megumi, teaching him little songs and letting him “help” with safe tasks like patting dough.
The smut between you only grew hotter and more adventurous.
One afternoon, the bakery was closed for a deep clean. Megumi was napping upstairs in his playpen. Toji had you bent over the flour-dusted counter in the back, skirt hiked up, taking you from behind in deep, powerful strokes.
“Quiet, baby,” he whispered, one hand covering your mouth as you moaned. “Don’t want to wake the kid… but fuck, you feel too good.”
He switched to mating press on the wide prep table, folding your legs back and driving into you with relentless force. “Look at that—taking every inch like a good girl. Gonna fill you up nice and deep.”
You praised him right back between gasps: “Toji… you’re so big… feels amazing… you’re such a good dad and an even better lover…”
He loved the praise kink that developed—your words making him thrust harder, groan louder. “Yeah? Tell me how much you love my cock, sweetheart.”
Later that same day, after Megumi woke, you almost got caught. Toji had you against the wall in the storage room for a quickie, your legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth was on your neck when you heard the baby’s cry from upstairs.
“Shit—” Toji chuckled darkly, not stopping immediately. He finished with a few sharp thrusts, then set you down gently, both of you laughing breathlessly as you fixed your clothes.
“Close one,” you whispered, cheeks flushed.
“Worth it,” he replied, kissing you soundly.
Evenings often ended with slow, intimate spooning sex—his chest to your back, one arm banded around you, sliding into you lazily while whispering filthy praise. “My gorgeous girl… so warm and tight for me. Love how you squeeze me.”
One particularly playful night, after a long bath together, he surprised you by lifting your foot and sucking on your toes while fingering you, his green eyes locked on yours with dark amusement. “Every part of you tastes sweet,” he murmured. You came hard from the unexpected sensation and his intense gaze.
Oral became a favorite for both of you. You loved dropping to your knees in the kitchen after closing, taking him into your mouth while he leaned against the counter, hand gentle in your hair. “Fuck, that mouth… such a good girl sucking me off. Gonna reward you so nice.”
He returned the favor eagerly, spreading you on the bed and devouring you with his tongue until you were shaking and begging.
As the relationship grew serious, conversations turned deeper—and flirtier.
One night, curled up after intense sex, Toji’s hand rested on your lower belly, thumb stroking softly.
“Ever think about having another one?” he asked quietly, voice rough with emotion. “Megumi could use a sibling… and I wouldn’t mind seeing you round with my kid. You’d look even more beautiful.”
You turned to face him, heart fluttering at the pregnancy talk mixed with his praise. “I’d like that… someday. With you.”
He kissed you deeply, the moment tender and full of promise. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go, baker girl.”
Fluff wove through the passion. Family picnics in the park where Megumi toddled between you two. Toji teaching you self-defense moves (that often turned heated). You baking special treats just for “your boys.”
Toji opened up more about his past—the losses, the mistakes—and you listened without judgment, offering comfort in your arms and your bed.
One quiet evening, months later, with Megumi finally asleep early, Toji pulled you into the bedroom with a hungry look.
“Need you,” he growled, stripping you efficiently.
He started with oral, tongue working you expertly until you were writhing. Then he flipped you onto all fours for doggy, pounding deep while praising you relentlessly. “So fucking perfect… my gorgeous woman, taking it so well. Love you like this.”
Switching to mating press, he pinned you down, eyes intense. “Gonna breed this pretty pussy one day. Fill you up until you’re carrying my baby. You want that?”
“Yes—Toji, please,” you moaned, lost in pleasure.
He finished inside you with a deep groan, then shifted to spooning, staying connected as you both came down, his hand protectively over your stomach again.
“Love you,” he murmured against your hair, the words rare but sincere.
“I love you too,” you whispered back, smiling into the pillow. “Both of you.”
Life wasn’t perfect. Parenting was still exhausting. The bakery had busy seasons. But with you by his side, Toji felt like he could handle anything.
Megumi grew more attached to you every day, calling you a version of “mama” that made Toji’s chest ache with something warm and hopeful.
You continued to be the gorgeous baker who had captured the tired single dad’s heart—and body—with nothing more than a smile, fresh pastries, and endless kindness.
And Toji? He finally had something sweet in his life that wasn’t just sugar and flour.
He had a family.
