the crying starts just as you’re finishing the last of the laundry—impatient and unmistakably hungry. by the time you step into the nursery, toji’s already got your infant son in his arms, looking personally affronted.
“he’s been at it for five minutes,” he grouses, bouncing megumi once. the baby boy quiets instantly, wide eyes fixated on the obscene slab of muscle that is your husband’s chest.
you clutch the crib rail for support. “oh my god,” you wheeze. “he thinks they’re boobs.”
toji stiffens, scandalised.
“the fuck—no. absolutely not. oi. wrong pair.”
megumi reaches anyway, chubby fist planted on a pec, mouth working in sad, confused effort.
“you,” you manage through giggles, “congrats, babe. you’ve got maternal appeal.”
he mutters darkly about dropping the kid. meanwhile, megumi’s still trying, convinced nourishment is one flex away.
“can you blame him though?” you gesture vaguely at your husband’s torso. watching megs try to latch onto him again.
“your tits are bigger than mine. the kid’s got instincts,”
“apparently not,” toji scowls, peeling the baby off with one hand.
later, you catch him pulling on an oversized sweatshirt before picking megumi up again.
You couldn’t even see anymore. He was usually rough with you in bed but you made it worse because you called him ‘old man’ earlier today when he was driving too slow for your liking—earning you a groan in response. And he is aware that he has a few decades on him, but he’d rather call himself wise than old. Little did you know when you got home after that little joke he’d be tossing you around like a sex toy for hours—hair sweated out, pillows on the floor, sheets half off the bed, throw blanket kicked somewhere, whole bed scooting to the opposite side—and he’d still be going just to prove a point, throwing you a flashy smile every time he drags another sound out of you. He always thought you looked so cute like this, wrists cuffed behind your thighs, legs pressed together and in the air. He’d hold your ankles with one hand, long fluffy pink socks soft against his palm— your completely exposed and helpless while your two-toned, cum filled pussy is exposed to the cold air.
“You strugglin’ a lot on an old dick, princess—keep up.” he smirked, voice cocky and deep, and that’s what finally snapped something inside you. Your eyes rolled, head thrown back, mouth falling open with a sound you didn’t even recognize like you gave up on trying to hold back.
Toji laughed—laughed—because he knew he had you right where he wanted you.
Your pretty little body was done, twitching under him, thighs trembling in his grip, toes curling in those fluffy socks he kept bringing up just to tease you.
“Y’hear that?” he asked, hips snapping forward with a rough, wet clap that echoed off the walls. “That’s you. That’s your lil’ joke gettin’ fucked outta you.”
You whimpered, trying to twist your wrists, but you weren’t going anywhere. He had you folded like a pretzel, ankles pinned together in his fist, hole getting forced open enough for his cock to grind even deeper. You’re making noises like it’s your first time with him, not saying words but he somehow knows completely what you’re feeling.
His free hand slid down your stomach, fingers spreading your lips so he could watch the way his cock dragged through your mess. That stupid, crooked smile that only came out when he was ruining you.
“T-Toji—” you choked, but your voice broke on the consonant, tearing into a breathy moan when he slammed into you again, harder this time as you dug your fingers into your unnecessarily expensive comforter.
“Uh-huh,” he teased, “say it right, princess.” A sharp smack hits your ass—firm, deliberate causing your back to arch painfully off the mattress.
“Toji—Daddy, please—!”
He groaned like the sound fed him.“Better,” he rasped, “knew you’d get polite eventually.”
Your vision blurred again, tears slipping out the corners of your eyes. You could barely breathe, barely think—every thrust felt like he was knocking thoughts out of your head on purpose.
“Look at me,” he demanded. His fingers caught your jaw, forcing your dazed eyes up to meet his. He held your ankles even tighter, it almost hurt but that was the least of our worries.
“This old man,” he said with a slow, deep roll of his hips that made your entire body seize, “is still fuckin’ you stupid.”
You sobbed a little—too overwhelmed to care. And god, he ate it up.
“I knowww, Toji the worst, huh baby?” he cooed, pure mockery dripping from every syllable. His mouth brushed the wet spot on your cheek—part tears, part sweat—right before he slammed his hips forward again. The bedframe groaned along with you, your toes curled so hard your socks had slipped halfway off, dangling uselessly by your heels.
“Tell me how many times you came for me,” he murmured against your skin, breath hot, tone way too sweet for how hard he was fucking you, “and I’ll let you rest.”
You hated him. You loved him. You hated that you loved how mean he got.
And you almost broke—your throat tightening, chest shaking, because he was asking for something you physically couldn’t give. You didn’t know. You couldn’t know. Everything blurred together in one long, pulsing rush of heat and overstimulation.
A hiccup stuttered out of you, your vision cloudy, your legs trembling uncontrollably. “You’re bein’—hicc!—m-mean t’me!”
He grinned against your cheek, teeth flashing, eyes dark with satisfaction because he doesn’t even know the answer, just wanted to give you a sense of false hope.
“Daddy… mmhh! I—ahh! I can’t—!” you gasped as uou felt your umpteenth, body trembling, slick pooling down your thighs.
He slowed just enough to drag his mouth over your jawline, teasing, kissing, but still fucking you deep like be always did when you started cumming around him.
Arranged marriage!CEO!Gojo marrying you in a big lavish wedding. There were thousands of people, a week long event.
Arranged marriage!CEO!Gojo who only cares about knocking you up to secure his inheritance of the family company and the billions of dollars that come with it.
Arranged marriage!CEO!Gojo whom, after your pregnancy tests were positive, went back to his bachelor life. Women, drugs, and not taking responsibility for his pregnant wife.
Arranged marriage!CEO!Gojo arranged for you both to have dinner in a public restaurant. You had reluctantly agreed since your morning sickness had begun around the clock, any type of food sending you to throw up. The paparazzi got their fill of photos of the newly wed and pregnant couple.
Arranged marriage!CEO!Gojo and the hired bodyguards did nothing to protect you as a crazy fan assaulted you, jealous that you are carrying The Saturo Gojo's baby.
Arranged marriage!CEO! Gojo who didn't care if you hired your own security, just as long as you stayed out of his business.
Bodyguard!Toji who raised his son as a widow after the passing of his wife. He took off jobs to pay for Megumi's schooling, so the kid grew up with a relatively normal life.
Bodyguard!Toji who took the most recent bodyguard job, the paycheck calling his name. He figured it's for some rich snob that wouldn't acknowledge his presence.
Bodyguard!Toji who is shocked at how normal you are. The wife of a billionaire, who is going through the trenches of pregnancy.
Bodyguard!Toji is supposed to pick you up to take you to a publicity event with other rich women. You were supposed to meet him outside of your penthouse, but you were running 10 minutes late. He entered your penthouse and found you hugging the toilet, all dolled up for the event. He helped you clean up and wouldn't leave your side through the event.
Bodyguard!Toji who drops everything to pick up your most recent craving, who joins you to your baby appointments, who is there when you find the gender of your baby.
Bodyguard!Toji who stays by your side when the doctors put you on bed rest, the baby being high-risk in your third trimester.
Bodyguard!Toji who unofficially becomes your husband, since your actual husband wants nothing to do with you or his child.
just thinking about how bf!toji loves to fuck you in front of a mirror.
how he starts with you facing it, standing between his legs, still in his lap while he runs those huge hands up under your shirt like he’s just curious how far he can push you tonight.
how he kisses your shoulder and murmurs, “look, baby. you see how cute you are like this?” right before he lifts your hips and sinks into you slow, deep, filthy.
how he groans, low in your ear, when your lashes flutter and your jaw goes slack - and he smiles at your reflection like it’s his favorite movie.
how he makes you keep watching. one hand on your throat, the other gripping your hip, voice rough as he says, “eyes up. wanna see how pretty you look taking it.”
how your legs start shaking and he loves it - wraps an arm around your belly and fucks up into you even deeper, breath hot against your neck.
how he murmurs smug shit like“look at you. fucked dumb already?” and “c’mon, baby. show me how messy you get for me.”
how he smirks when your thighs tremble and you start whining his name and trying to hide your face - and he just grabs your chin, forces you to look.
“nah, uh uh,” he says, panting a little now. “don’t be shy now. look at how fuckin’ gorgeous you are.”
and when you finally come, body twitching, face flushed, voice cracking - he just grins at the mirrorlike it’s proof. like yeah. look at her. look what i do to her.
his voice is low and filthy, all pride and hunger.
“there she is,” he mutters, fucking you through the aftershocks. “so fuckin’ good for me. so perfect.”
he’ll kiss your temple after, all soft again, and whispers “might keep that mirror in the bedroom, baby. you look too good not to.”
I love your writing soon much!!! I'd love to see one where megumi calls you while you're receiving tojis back shots and you have to keep your composure😭🙏
there’s a special warm little place in my heart just for dilf toji who simply can’t stop fucking his son’s college friends
content: drabble, smut, more porn than plot, fem reader
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“Aww c’mon,” Toji teases, holding the receiver to your ear with a laugh. “He’s not gonna stop calling.”
To say you were frustrated would be a flat out lie. You were pissed. The call couldn’t have come at a worser time, effectively putting a pin in what was supposed to be a much needed fuck.
You rock back onto Toji’s dick in earnest, trying to distract him from the task at hand.
“Keep fucking me,” you whine, batting at the arm currently holding your buzzing phone to the side of your face.
“Hmm? Should I?” He asks fondly, laughing at the scowl on your face.
“Just fucking hang up—” your blood runs cold as you hear your best friend’s voice on the other line.
“Hey! Are you busy?” megumi asks, patiently waiting for your reply. The smug little grin on his father’s face pisses you off more than it should.
“No.. why?” You grit, swatting behind you in frustration. Toji catches your hand as it collides with what you think is his stomach, twisting your arm behind your back and rendering you powerless. You’re ashamed to admit you clamp down on him at the show of dominance, rendering yourself speechless as he begins to rut into you again.
“Nobara and I were going to hit the library if you’re down, we miss you so much.” Toji scoffs behind you, laying the phone flat with the receiver next to your mouth.
“I miss you guys too,” you muster, wincing as his father’s hand squeezes the back of your neck, a silent warning.
“Oh, do you now?” Toji grumbles in your ear, squeezing the fat of your ass and dealing a stinging slap to the tender flesh. The squeal that escapes you only spurs him on, the pliant skin of your neck now under his searing hit tongue as he sucks a violet mark under your jugular.
You loved when he got like this, flamingly possessive at even the slightest show of affection from hisb son. Toji could handle you two being friends, but he’d be damned before he lets you sweet talk another man on his cock.
“I don’t think I can make it today though, family plans,” you say cautiously, gasping as Toji’s slow rut morphs into a merciless assault on your soaking wet walls.
“The hell was that?” Megumi laughs, clearly not catching onto what was currently happening.
You quickly shove your face into the pillow to muffle the moans that follow suit, whimpering as your head is wrenched back by your hair and held in front of the phone by a thick hand.
“Answer him, pretty,” His father whispers, easing up on you and slowing his thrusts.
You’re too far gone to respond now, feeling your orgasm creeping closer by the second.
“Listen, c-can we come back to this later? I—” you’re already clamping down hard on Toji’s dick before you can get the rest of your sentence out, soaking the both of you as your body explodes in every sense of the word.
You don’t even have it in you to panic when you feel him snatch the phone off the pillow and put it on speaker, still pummeling into your sopping wet entrance as he speaks.
“Hey, I think she’ll have to call you back kiddo.” he says, hanging up as the other line erupts in chaos.
𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 .ᐟ modern au ◞ megumi is younger !! ◞ fwb toji. + reader ◞ implied age gap ◞ slightly suggestive ◞ fem!reader ◞ reader is in college! ✦ ♯
꒰ ֶָ ♥︎ : 𝓘𝐋𝐋𝐈'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐙 ⸝⸝ layout creds: @jacksabbotts ⸝⸝ divider creds: @cursed-carmine ⸝⸝ I watch anime but this is my first time writing for a character from an anime...so...be nice or I'll cry
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓣𝐎𝐉𝐈 Who is fully aware of the way other mothers ogle him whenever he goes to pick up Megumi, completely relishing in the attention they give him–even putting on a little show of flexing his muscles whenever you accompany him just so you can pout in his ear on how the other mom's eyes were definitely not above his face. You're just so cute when you're jealous, how can he resist?
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓣𝐎𝐉𝐈 Who is definitely a gym rat. Running around the neighborhood shirtless to his local gym while you're at home taking care of little Megumi. You'd send photos of him fast asleep on your tummy, snuggled into the warmth of your shirt. Meanwhile, the picture you'd get back in return is of himself. Sweaty. Half-naked. A towel around his neck and a smirk on his lips like he already knows he'd gotten to you.
And he had. He always did.
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓣𝐎𝐉𝐈 Who is the biggest flirt ever. Especially with you. Even when it's something innocent, like tucking Megumi into bed. Suddenly he's looking over at you, eyebrow raised and hands on his hips.
"Need me to tuck you in too, sweetheart?"
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓣𝐎𝐉𝐈 Who bitches and moans about how he's too "old for this shit" whenever he can–especially if it'll get him out of doing something. The smallest inconvenience has him grumbling under his breath as if he's reached senior citizen age. He may be a father...but he's still Toji.
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓣𝐎𝐉𝐈 Who meal preps, tracks his macros, and even feeds Megumi the protein meals he'd make so he can "not grow up to be all skin 'nd bones."
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓣𝐎𝐉𝐈 Who acts all annoyed whenever you comment on how larger he is than you, but secretly loves it. Especially when you wrap your hands around his arms, comparing them to your own–the praise definitely hitting his ego.
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓣𝐎𝐉𝐈 Who loves when you tease him because he knows in the end he'll always put you in your place, whispering into your ear on how you're too young to handle him–and he will prove his point. Every time your beneath him...and every time you wake up the next morning–sore and aching.
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓣𝐎𝐉𝐈 Who has an extremely raspy morning voice. Whenever you call him up when your getting ready in the early AM, his voice is always low. Gravelly. Like he's telling a secret. And it makes you weak in the knees each time.
"Hey, sorry for calling so early. I was just wondering if we were going out later? I'm getting ready right now and there's this meeting I have to attend after uni–but if you...want to have plans then I can cancel–'
"You ramble a lot in the mornings, yeah?"
"I..I–Uhm I guess.."
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓣𝐎𝐉𝐈 Who you tell yourself you won't fall for...but deep down you both knew that was a rule you'd break.
→ rough handler toji, in which you've been shit-talking too close to the sun.
age gap, rough fucking, degradation, praise, petnames, toji is a dick but it's kinda hot, breeding if you squint
dilf!toji doesn't treat you like a princess, not at all. in the relatively short amount of time you've known each other, he's done what he can to make this abundantly clear.
he's just the hot older guy who likes to play around with pretty young things like you. he's not soft, not boyfriend material, and certainly not the guy you take home to meet the parents. swears he'll never be a loverboy - says he's just "not good at that shit".
toji is, however, very good at reading you like a book. so here you are, face shoved into a pillow like it's gonna help you keep quiet with toji behind you fucking you like he hates your guts. or maybe he loves them, who knows. it's your fault he's being so rough anyway, with that smart-mouthed shit talk you've been giving him all day.
"yeah, that's what i figured," he says, and you can hear the smirk, "think y'just wanted me to be mean to ya, pretty girl. ain't that right?"
you'd try talking back but the way the tip of his cock is nearly kissing your cervix makes it so all that escapes you are more whines and whimpers. drooling into the pillow, you're grateful for the privacy, burying your face against it.
until you feel his rough hand finding its way into your messy hair, and he grips it tight to pull your face free and have you look back at him.
"tell me, pretty. tell me that's what you wanted," he growls, but his face shows he's nothing but cocky and smug. as if he's waiting for the answer he knows you're gonna give him.
it's humiliating, because you really shouldn't fold so easily for this man, but the way his pretty face stares down at you with such a condescending look in his eyes has you nodding and whispering 'yes'. the hot flush that rushes to your cheeks only has your pussy squeezing tighter around him, dripping down your thighs as you tighten your grip on the sheets.
each drag of his cock in and out of you pulls another whine from your lips, and it's music to toji's ears. it spurs him on, pushing himself deeper into you, and the rhythmic sound of his hips against your thighs gets faster. his hand untangles from your hair, instead choosing to push your head down, your cheek against the pillow again. this way he can see the dazed, depraved look in your eyes - something he loves to tease you about after the fact.
"what a sight f'sore eyes. my god, you're just so fuckin' pretty on my dick."
he leans down closer and wraps his other arm around your waist, pulling you back to meet each thrust. the angle hits that sweet spot and your eyes roll back, mouth open in a soft 'o'. he gets real close to your ear and whispers in that gravelly tone, "can't escape when i've gotcha like this now, sweetheart,"
the combination of his deep voice, the way his thick cock hits that perfect spot over and over, and the way he talks to you has a familiar tension building in your lower stomach. it feels like molten sugar is rushing through your veins, sending a warm shiver down your spine.
"fuck, you jus' lose that attitude so fast when my dick's buried in ya like this. might start to think y'like it when i treat you bad, doll, the way you're creamin' round me right now,"
you know from the way his thrusts are getting rougher that toji's getting close too. for what it's worth, you find him somewhat easy to read as well. you know the cues - the way he gets a rough drawl to his voice when it feels too fucking good, and how he starts to treat your body like it's there for him to use. the kind of things that start to fall from his lips.
"atta girl, take my cock. let me fill that pretty pussy up," he growls out, thrusts becoming more and more desperate, "love using this pussy, such a helpless little doll for me,"
your walls squeeze tight around him each time he bottoms out inside of you, and it's driving him crazy. turning him into a filthy, depraved, shameless man. he pulls your back against his torso and inhales deeply against your neck, taking in the sweet mixture of your scent and sweat, and he fucking whines. you've never heard him sound so desperate before and it makes your head spin.
it only takes a moment before you're sitting right on that edge, ready to fall into that pleasure, but first-
"p-please.." you manage to get out, "p-plea..se.. m'gonna c-cum, toji,"
he grins devilishly, tongue swiping against your neck to taste you. he groans against the skin again, eyes shut tight. "yeah? you wanna cum all over my cock, hm?"
you nod pathetically, trying your very best to hold on till he gives you the go ahead, but it's so hard when he's not letting up that brutal pace.
you squeak out, "y-yes, yes..! please, please... m'sorry, shouldn't have- fuck, been bad, i- i swear i'll be so good, i'll-.."
he laughs at you, smiling wide as he continues to grind his hips into you. he's got half a heart to deny you, to say something shitty and mean about how you had a lot to say earlier, but you're just so sweet when you get this desperate and apologetic, and he knows he's weak for it.
he'd never tell you that, though. that'd be way too much power.
"mm, you better be. cum for me. make a real nice mess. show me how sorry you are, how grateful you are that i fuck you so mean,"
and you do, because that's all it takes. that tone, the way he's looking at you with the most smug, condescending expression as he fucks you into an orgasm has you shaking, whining out sounds that vaguely resemble his name. he fucks you through it, relishing in the way you clench tight around him as he's buried inside of you. it's enough to send him crashing over the edge right after you.
"holy shit, you're so- fuck, so tight, god. i'm gonna fill you up, pretty girl, so fuckin' full-" he mutters against your neck like a mantra, fucking into you until finally he presses his hips against you hard. balls deep, he shoots his hot load inside you, holding you down against the bed with an arm wrapped like a vice around your waist. he keeps you there like he doesn't wanna give you a chance to move, just lost in his pleasure.
a few minutes later, he pulls out and falls beside you on the bed, an arm across his face. his chest rises and falls as he takes heavy breaths, sweat dripping down his scarred torso,
"fuckin' hell, doll. maybe y'should piss me off more often."
a/n: i hope u enjoyed this! my first fic in years, and the very first on this blog <3 thank you for reading!
