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is it ever casual? — toji f

sum ⋮ ⌗ ┆what's it like being in a situationship with toji (18+)

there’s a few reasons why toji fushiguro is single. 

he’s a man that likes his freedom way too much, coming and going as he pleases without explaining himself to anyone. he keeps his life simple on purpose. he likes his space, his schedule, and the freedom to disappear for a while whenever he feels like it. relationships mean drama he doesn’t have time for, so he stays detached. well that’s the basic reason. 

then there’s his ex-wife and his kid. their marriage crashed and burned years ago, but they still have to co-parent their son. it left enough baggage that toji keeps most people at a distance. he sees himself as a decent enough father even if he knows he fucks up sometimes, showing up for megumi’s games when he can and making sure the kid has what he needs. he thinks he loves in a quite weird way, he doesn’t do big gestures but he does make time when it counts and worries about the boy more than he lets on.

and then there’s you. 

toji thinks you fit in his life perfectly. starting in just one night bleeding into the next until it became routine. he wasn’t the type to stick around in the first place, yet here you are months deep in whatever unlabeled mess you guys are in. you’re younger than him, not by much but enough that he notices it in the way you see things sometimes, the energy you bring that cuts through his usual detachment without trying too hard. he likes that about you, how you dont push for more than what’s there but still manage to make space for yourself in his day.

he found out through you that young people would call this type of relationship casual, the word slipping out one night when you were both tangled up in your sheets and he asked what you thought this was between you. he likes that label better than friends with benefits, which sounds corny and juvenile to him, like some college hookup that doesn't fit the way you two keep circling back to each other. 

casual for him simply means he can let you into his life without promises. it means he can let himself into your apartment on random nights, you go to his place other nights. conversation stays easy, him ranting about work stuff and you sharings bits of your day, but it always shifts quick after a few minutes, his mouth on your neck and his hands pulling you closer until you’re riding him. that's how it is with the both of you. he likes how casual lets mornings with you happen, waking up to you stealing his shirt and making coffee together before he heads out, no questions about when he’ll be back. 

some days he picks you up after work, the weekends where he stays over feel even easier under that label, him fixing small things around your place or just lounging with you in bed, his big frame taking up most of the space while you talk about anything and everything, he even makes the effort to text you during the week now and then. casual makes it simple to keep things separate like that, his like with megumi in one box and this thing with you in another, no overlap unless he wants it.

⊹ ࣪ ˖

“that how you ride?”

toji teases as he leans back against the headboard, hands loose on your hips  while you sink down onto him. you're straddling his lap in the middle on his bed, sheets already kicked to the side. he’s thick and deep inside you, stretching you open.

“shut up,” you mutter, rolling your hips slow, grinding down so heels every inch. “you love it when i take my time. can literally feel how hard you are.”

he groans fingers digging into your ass as you lift up and slide back down. “yeah? keep talking like that and i might start believing you being in charge.” his green eyes drag over your body, watching the way your tits move with every roll of your hips. “fuck–look at you. so wet already, you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you? dirty girl.” 

you brace your hands on his chest and pick up the pace, riding him harder. “..maybe i have. maybe i touched myself earlier thinking about how good you stretch me. you gonna do something about it or just talk shit?” the words make his grip tighten, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple, rolling  it between his fingers until you moan louder.

“keep riding me just like that and i’ll give you whatever you want,” he says, toji then thrusts up to meet you on the next downstroke making you gasp. “that’s it.. bounce on this dick, baby. show me how bad you need it.” you lean forward so your clit grinds against him, toji’s freehand comes up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you down into a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth while you keep moving on him. 

when you pull back for air he doesn't let you go far, forehead pressed to yours. “s-sooo fucking tight..this pussy sucks me everytime. you feel that? love how deep i am?” you nod, breath shake as you ride him faster, thighs burning but you don’t mind because the pleasure is just so good. “yes—fuck, toji, you’re so deep.. love it–love it so much…. don’t stop.”

“good fucking girl. tell me more, yea? want to hear you beg for it while you’re creaming all over me.” you lean back, hands on his thighs for leverage, riding him with every energy you had left.  your voice wrecks as you keep moaning his name telling him how close you are. “then cum. lemme feel it… soak me baby.”

you keep grinding down on him chasing that edge. “i’m so–i’m so close.” he kept his eyes on you watching as your orgasm hits you, your walls clamping down around him as you cry his name. “toji–! shit shit….oh god–” your nails dig into his shoulders and he groans loud. you lean in close, still riding him with little energy, whispering against his mouth, “cum inside me. fill me up, toji, i want all of it baby.” that pushes him over the edge, he lets out another groan, hips jerking as he starts to cum. “shit–take it. every fucking drop.”

you keep moving your hips in lazy circles, milking him though it while he twitches inside you. toji wonders how you could still do that after all that. right as he’s coming down, he looks up at you pulling a lazy smirk, “spit in my month, baby.”

you don’t hesitate, leaning down and letting a string of spit drop onto his tongue. swallowing it as he pulls you down into another kiss, tongues sliding together. you two stay like that for a long minute, connected and messy, until toji starts cleaning for the both of you. 

⊹ ࣪ ˖

you stay pressed against his chest for a little while longer. toji eventually sighs and shifts under you. 

“shower,” he grumbles. he lifts you off him carefully and stands up, stretching his back. “you comin’?”

you shake your head still too tired, ‘in a minute.”

he quietly heads to the bathroom. toji showers really fast when alone, you doubt he’ll take longer than 10 minutes inside. you pull his discarded shirt and pad into the kitchen for a drink. the doorbell rings just as you set the glass down.

you walk over and open the door without thinking. 

a woman with sharp features and dark hair stands there. she’s dressed like she just came from work–blouse, jeans, purse on her shoulder. her eyes drop straight to your bare legs, toji’s oversized shirt, and the obvious fucked up state of your hair. her mouth presses into a thin line. 

you think you can safely assume who she is.

“so this is what he’s doing now,” she says as she looks you over again, slower this time, judging every detail. “you look young.”

you open your mouth but nothing comes out right away. 

you hear heavy footsteps from behind. toji appears a second later, towel low on his hips, water still running down his chest. 

“cleats?” he asks, guessing what she’s here for. 

“yeah, megumi left them again.” her eyes flick back to you. “didn’t realize you had a guest.”

toji exhales through his nose. “go wait inside,” he tells you. he then steps out and pulls the door almost close behind him.

you don’t go far. as bad as it sounds you wanna hear a bit. to be fair…. they’re obviously going to talk about you? you should hear. you sit on the arm of the couch, close enough to hear through the crack. 

“she one of your regulars?” his ex asks, not even trying to be quiet. “barely looks old enough to be out of college.”

“she’s a friend,” toji says evenly. “and she’s out of college. she helps out sometimes, it’s not a big deal.”

a friend. the word lands like a slap.

it sucks hearing it out loud like that. you don’t even know why it bothers you so much—you keep telling yourself you don’t want to get attached, that this casual thing is perfect because it’s easy and he never makes you feel like you have to ask for more. but it still stings, sitting here in his shirt after he was just inside you, knowing he’s out there drawing that clean line with her. you don’t want to be the girl who catches feelings and ruins it. 

his ex laughs, “right. a friend who answers your door half naked. real classy, toji. try not to let megumi walk in on your ‘friends’ next time. he doesn’t need to see that.” 

“drop it,” toji says, his tone hardening. “i’ll grab the cleats, you can leave.”

“just keep your shit seperate. that’s all i’m saying.”

their voices drop after that. normal co-parent talk about schedules and practices. you stay on the couch, arms wrapped around yourself, trying to ignore the knot in your chest. you swallow it down. a minute later the door opens.

“sorry about her,” toji says as he closes the door, “she’s always been like that.”

you shrug, “it’s whatever, it’s none of my business.”

he watches you for a second, like he’s trying to read you, but you don’t give him anything. he walks over and stops right in front of you. 

“you good?” he asks.

“yeah,” you say softly. you still lean into his touch instead of pulling away. the sting is still there, but you push it back where it belongs. this is what casual means. his life, his kid, his ex—all in their own boxes. you’re in yours. you knew that from the start.

toji nods, seeming satisfied with the answer, and pulls you closer. “c’mere.” his mouth finds yours, slow and comforting like always. you let it happen because with toji fighting wouldn’t change anything.

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GUESS WHO'S ON TINDER !?

✦ 呪術廻戦 : JJK TEXTPOST . . . what happens when you text your bf that you saw someone they know on a dating app ! NOTES : almost finished the manga...... expect more jjk content soon if I actually manage to lock in.

𝒲ho ? kashimo : gojo : choso : yuta : yuuji : toji : sukuna ⓘ no tws : sfw

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texts with frat!jo as bestfriends who like eachother

jjk smau fluff tension-filled friendship (?)

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ⵌ LOVE OVER LOBLAWS ! 𝖿𝗍. 𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂

AITA FOR POSING AS A RICH MAN TO PULL A RICH GIRL..?

sum. when toji falls for the hot lady that frequents his shifts at the local grocery store, can his frat brothers help him pose as a rich hot bachelor ? or will you discover his kid & true identity first ? [n]sfw

cast : nerdjo (‘toru’ gojo) + frat! jjk men (‘sigma chi’) : fratjo (‘sato’ gojo) ◞ geto ◞ toji ◞ sukuna ◞ nanami 𓏲 gallery here !

BROKE BOY TACTICS #1: BUMS DON’T GET THE GIRL !

taught by: sato, suguru, sukuna

“brokie and a baby daddy but you wanna pull y/n? don’t even joke, lad.”

ΣΧ

toji zenin is pretending to stack boxes in the third aisle of the local loblaws.

well, not exactly. toji zenin has his biceps flexing under the weight of crates but his eyes don’t lift to the shelf he places them on. instead his pupils flit to the automatic entrance doors, thick & glass-heavy, before he glances at his watch & back to the door again. 12:30 PM sunday. toji knows you should be here by now.

but you’re not, so toji’s lip twitches as he stares at the box of freezies in his arms and sighs. it’s pathetic, really. he’s got five more boxes of who-knows-what to arrange before the end of his shift but he can’t fucking focus. his mind’s on your short skirt & pretty laugh & the way your voice goes sweet whenever he pretends to help you look for items while holding your hand between the aisles. toji grunts, shakes his head. focus focus focus.

“toji.. can you help me reach the olive oil? the cold-pressed one with the pretty label?”

toji’s head snaps up so fast he almost drops the box of freezies.

it’s you—oh god, it’s you, and you’re looking down at him with those pretty lashes & short skirt & your hands holding a basket behind your back. you’re in those cute kitten heels you had on the first time he saw you—did you get your nails done? so pretty. you’re so pretty, you’re always so pretty, and toji’s mouth dries.

he doesn’t say anything because he can’t, because your perfume smells like honey & has his lungs sticking to his throat—but he slowly stands up anyway. you’re humming to yourself as you pad closer, getting in his way, heel clicking against the tile as he traps you in the aisle.

he reaches up to the glass bottle, and he can see your lashes fluttering up at him. your chest presses against his, and his lip ticks upward.

“you want this, princess?” he mumbles.

you playfully swat his chest, but your palm doesn’t slide off. you’re caressing his pecs now, teasing. “toji, give it to me. i have a pasta to make tonight. i’m busy.”

toji chuckles, slipping the bottle into your basket and letting his palm sneak over your waist instead. your hands are still on his pecs, lightly squeezing as you laugh when he tugs you closer. he nuzzles your jaw, murmuring, “only if i get an invite, sweetheart.”

“we’ll see,” you tease as his tongue licks your earlobe. you’re running a thumb over the silver tag on his chest: TOJI. “if you’re good, maybe i’ll let you wash the dishes.”

he kisses your neck. “m’always good for you, baby.”

you’re giggling now, shoving him away with flushed cheeks & a laugh too bright. toji catches your hands, tugging you back with a smile on his face before squeezing your hips. your lips are so glossy. is that the new gloss you bought last week? can he kiss it off?

he’ll never know, because he’s holding your hips while you tug at his collar and whisper something he doesn’t care about in his ear. his manager calls his name.

fuck.

toji gives your hips one last squeeze. “go pay, princess. i’ll bag your stuff.”

“you better.” you huff, spoiled & sweet, and toji can only watch the sway of your hips as you make your way to the register.

you’re a pretty girl with a posh life who will never know lack. toji’s a 24-year-old who’s still in college, working odd jobs with a son waiting at home.

in the third aisle of the local loblaws, toji zenin has his hands on his hips and his eyes on the ground. toji zenin will never say it out loud, but he knows he will never, ever, get the girl.

ⵌ AT THE FRATHOUSE !

“you can’t pull someone like y/n, no offense.”

toji wishes suguru wouldn’t spell it out. he already knows, for christ’s sake.

in sigma chi’s living room, toji zenin is sprawled out on the center rug while suguru and sato eat on the floor beside him. sato is between geto’s legs with his back against geto’s chest & his toe tickling toji’s jaw through his socks. suguru is tilting his shawarma for sato to bite from before taking a bite of his own.

sato’s about to dish out an insult of his own when the door swings open. in comes ryomen sukuna, standing in the doorway with bags in his hands and his limbs stretched out like some sort of clown. he bellows, “therapy fucking sucked today. i still don’t think i need therapy, by the way. watching porn and jerking off is completely normal—fuck you, suguru.”

“maybe it is,” suguru’s lips are sticky with shawarma sauce, “but having your dick out in the same room as other people is not.”

“a young man can’t be an exhibitionist? suck my dick, man.”

“oh, i’m not hungry..”

sukuna trudges over toji’s legs, then plops on the ground opposite sato and suguru. sato throws him the middle finger with a grin. sukuna throws it back. “i brought drinks. toji, why’re you on the floor? ya need therapy too?”

sato snickers. “toji’s fallen for a rich girl.”

sukuna snorts, “don’t even joke, lad.” but suguru and toji aren’t laughing. his brows scrunch. “wait—“ he turns to toji, “you’re serious?”

toji eyes him. “mind your own business.”

sukuna doesn’t believe in complex schools of thought like ‘minding your business.’ so instead of picking a shawarma for himself and eating in silence, he joins sato and nudges his foot against toji’s cheek. “does she know you’re poor?”

“hey, hey,” geto bites his cheek, “not too much on him.”

but sukuna continues. “what about the kid? does she know you have a son?”

toji’s jaw only tightens.

sukuna looks at toji in disbelief. then at sato, then suguru—then shakes his head, laughing. “jesus christ of jollof rice,” he cracks open a beer, “you’re fucking cooked, bro.”

toji drags his hands over his face. his eyes are hot, for some reason.

suguru sighs, resting his chin on sato’s head as sato munches happily underneath him. “i hate to suggest this, but there’s a way you can get her to give you a chance.”

sukuna and toji both perk up.

“if she doesn’t know about meg—or your, uh, economics,” suguru clears his throat, “then you keep it that way. she thinks you’re some hot older uni student who works at loblaws for beer money. lean into it.”

sato frowns. “this sounds like something i’d suggest. so not good, i think.”

suguru pokes his cheek, making sato’s pout grow deeper. “i’m just spit-balling here. it’s obvious you really like her, toji. and megumi needs a mommy.”

“i don’t like her because i want her to play housewife.”

“we know,” suguru’s smile is affectionate. “that’s why we’ll help you.”

sukuna grunts in agreement. “sounds scummy but it makes sense. if she finds out you’re a baby daddy with no money, she’ll just run back to her range rover.” he takes another swig of his beer. “we’ll help you hide your true identity. you just get her hooked enough that when she eventually does find out, she won’t leave.”

sato nods. “we’ll babysit. lend you money. heck—you can drive my porsche to your dates.”

on the floor, toji zenin is staring towards the ceiling. it’s a stupid plan, his frat brothers are even stupider, and there is no way in hell whoever is up there will actually let things work out in his favor.

but toji’s desperate. he has been for a long time. so before he can let himself think about it, his lips part to respond.

“alright,” he grunts. “let’s fucking do it.”

SIGMA CHI’S REMARK : DON’T WORRY BRO, WE GOTCHU !

BROKE BOY TACTICS #2: WHO’S YOUR DADDY ?

taught by: sato, sukuna, suguru

“babysitting a five year old brat. how hard could that be?”

ΣΧ

megumi zenin is tufts of black hair, sleepy blue eyes & a tiny fist in a jar full of gummy worms. he’s slumped against his dad’s thick leg, shoving fistfuls of gummies in his mouth with candy-smeared cheeks & a bored expression on his face.

sato, sukuna and suguru are side-by-side on a straight line.

hands tucked behind their backs & chests puffed out like soldiers. toji clears his throat. “listen up. i’m going to be gone for exactly two hours. if i come back and the kid has a single scratch on him, i’m throwing all of you into a pond.“

suguru shakes his head, stepping forward to crouch down to megumi’s height. he wipes megumi’s cheeks with a smile. “don't worry, toji. we've got him. right, little man?”

“hi, uncle sugu,” megumi’s voice is flat but he leans into geto’s palm on his cheek. “are we going to draw today?”

“of course, kiddo. i bought some new crayons just for you.”

toji scoops his son up in his arms, ignoring the way his tiny body writhes towards the gummy worms abandoned on the floor. suguru lifts the jar back to megumi with a smile. sukuna, however, is frowning. “why is his face like that.”

“sukuna, do not fight my kid.”

megumi points towards him. “my daddy calls you a pervert.”

sato bursts out in laughter. suguru’s snickering too, though he’s doing a better job of hiding it. toji drops his son to the ground and crouches to his height. megumi offers him a soggy, wet gummy worm. toji eats it off his palm & pokes his belly.

he rises to his feet. “suguru is in charge. rest of you, keep your hands off him. i’m leaving.”

megumi waves a sticky hand. “bye, daddy. bring me a cookie.”

“will do, brat.” and the door shuts with a thud.

——

“we should go to wonderland. you like amusement parks, ‘gumi?”

megumi zenin has a crayon in his hands, scribbling furiously with a focused expression on his face. he’s seated in geto’s lap, occasionally having suguru hand him a crayon as he perfects his artistic masterpiece. to his right, sato gojo is leaning over the table and talking a mile-a-minute.

megumi answers, scribbling a drawing of what looks like him and his father—DADDY AND ME. “i’ve never been to an amusement park.”

“what?” sato slams his palm on the table, distraught. “what kind of kid has never been to an amusement park?!”

“my father is poor.”

“oh,” sato shrinks. “fairs.”

suguru lets out a fond huff, burying his nose in megumi’s hair to hide the fact that he’s shaking from laughter. sato looks crushed by guilt. “i can’t take this anymore, suguru.” he clutches his chest. “we’re going to the apple store and getting him an ipad pro right now.”

suguru raises a brow. “toji said no screens. and either way, i won’t let you turn him into an ipad kid.”

megumi slumps against geto’s chest. “i want a blue gatorade.”

“i’ll get it for you, buddy,” suguru smiles before kissing his cheek, easing him off his lap. “don’t let sato teach you about investment and stocks while i’m gone, okay?”

sato has his chin on the table, defeated. and just as suguru’s back turns into the kitchen, sukuna saunters in, steps heavy, palm curled around a blue bottle of—is that the last gatorade?!

sukuna cracks the plastic seal, taking a slow, heavy swig of the drink while staring right at the five year old. megumi’s tiny brows furrow. “that’s mine. uncle sugu said i could have it.”

“well,” sukuna licks his lips, slow. “uncle sugu’s not the king of this house.” he takes another gulp, throwing his head back with a refreshed ahhhhhh. megumi frowns, lips tight.

and then he screams.

“uncle sugu! mister pervert’s being mean again!”

sukuna chokes on his gatorade. “who the hell are you calling mister pervert, you little brat—“

sato jumps over the table to hold back sukuna before he can strangle the five-year-old. suguru runs out of the kitchen in alarm, quickly scrambling to hold back sukuna’s wrath alongside sato.

megumi only blinks at the display. three grown men bickering and shoving over gatorade. hell, he’s not so sure he even wants it anymore.

he sighs, reaching across the table to pick up sato’s iphone. he dials his dad’s number, palm smushed into his cheek as he watches suguru smack sukuna for his bad behavior.

ⵌ AT THE DATE !

in the local coffee shop, your lashes are fluttering & the sunlight kisses your skin as you stare out the window.

toji zenin has his heart in his throat. his hands are in his pockets but his ribs are cracked against his chest, and the sight of you pouting out the window has his mouth drying with want. he strolls over regardless, posture lazy, steps cool, because toji zenin is a man who can only have pride when he pretends.

“hi, princess,” he slides into the booth seat—next to you, not across, because he’s been thinking about the feel of your waist in his hands since last thursday—and his ankle hooks around yours on autopilot.

“hi,” you smile, leaning into his side as he kisses your hair. toji takes your palm in his. your fingers are so dainty. fuck.

“you look nice today,” you hum. “who are you trying to impress?”

your lashes are batting up at him, but toji manages to keep his cool. his smirk is lazy & gorgeous. “you, obviously.”

toji wonders how you can let him touch you so casually. even now he’s nibbling your ear as you talk about something from class—a lazy professor or something else, it’s hard to listen when your thumb brushes his jaw while you speak—and toji’s mind wanders. he’s kissing your neck now, thumbs rubbing circles on your thighs as your breath hitches between words, and toji wonders why you haven’t yet flinched in disgust.

he doesn’t dwell on it too long, though. he knows the topic will only get him down.

so he kisses your neck as you laugh and swat him away, telling him he’s distracting you from your story. you never push him off, though, and your thigh’s on his lap now.

but all good things must come to an end.

toji’s phone buzzes.

loud & obnoxious. SATO, his screen reads. he quickly swipes it away. “sorry…just spam.”

“spam?” you poke his bicep, grinning. “or is your little side piece getting impatient?”

“don’t have a side piece, baby,” he murmurs into your cheek. “only want you.”

1 NEW FACETIME AUDIO CALL : SATO 🤡

his phone has been buzzing for ages now. you sigh, crossing your arms & clearly annoyed. “toji, just answer it. what if it’s an emergency?”

you’re right, he should answer it, because if anything happened to megumi, he’d fucking flip. he bites his lip, “one second, princess.”

he presses his phone to his ear, but megumi’s voice greets him instead.

“daddy! uncle kuna’s trying to kill me because of blue gatorade!”

toji’s eyes widen. from the corner of his eye, he can see you inching closer, brows furrowed in concentration as you try to listen in.

in the background of the call he can hear sato shrieking. “suguru—! use the spatula! use the spatula! sukuna stop—“

you’re blinking at him, inching closer to his bicep on the table. “daddy? who’s calling you daddy?”

toji’s soul leaves his body.

“daddy, are you coming home soon? uncle sugu’s spanking him now. it’s very loud—“

he ends the call before you can hear any more.

“do you have a son?”

toji’s breathing stutters. you’ve inched away from him now, lips bent in a frown, brows furrowed, expression curious—or cautious, toji can’t really tell. and it pains him to lie to you, but what else can he say when you’ve already shifted your thigh off his lap?

“nah,” he answers too fast. “it’s my nephew.”

toji reaches out to thumb your cheek, but you don’t relax into his palm. “think he meant to call my brother, not me.”

he tugs your bottom lip as you speak. “i didn’t know you had a brother…”

“there’s a lot you don’t know about me, princess,” he leans in to kiss the corner of your lips, because he knows he doesn’t deserve any more than that. your pout deepens.

“we can change that though,” he lies, smiling. “wanna get dessert?”

SATO’S REMARK : NICE SAVE, TOJI ! AND MY BAD—HAHA !

BROKE BOY TACTICS #3: BLEACH !

taught by: geto suguru, toru gojo

“inviting her over already? we’ve gotta scrub this place clean, then.“

ΣΧ

toji zenin has one hour to make it seem like megumi doesn’t exist.

geto suguru is scrubbing the bathrooms. toru gojo has somehow been roped into this predicament and is scrubbing away in the kitchen. in the living room, toji zenin is picking up cheerios from the rug, phone in his ear with sukuna on the line.

“hi daddy,”megumi’s voice is flat through the speaker. “uncle kuna’s being nice to me today.”

“that’s great, kiddo. can you put him back on the phone?”

“yo,” sukuna’s voice crackles through.

“if anything happens to my son, i will spread your ass cheeks and sprinkle paprika in the hole.”

“oh.”

“yeah,” toji shifts the phone in his neck. “make sure he has a good time at that amusement park. and don’t let sato spoil him too much.”

“heyyy toji!” sato’s voice crackles through the speaker. toji sighs before grunting back a hello. “keep megumi safe, got it?”

“yes, sir!” / “we got it, boss.” / “bye, daddy!”

toji says his goodbyes. just as he clicks the end button, toru gojo pads into the living room, glasses tilting off his face & slipping rubber gloves off his hands. “all done in the kitchen. remind me why we’re deceiving this poor lady again?”

toji picks up a gummy worm tucked under the rug and cringes. “because she wouldn’t look twice at a broke guy with a kid.”

toru softens, adjusting his glasses. “you don’t know that. have you tried telling her?”

“no.”

“why not?”

"because,” he picks up another gummy worm hidden under the couch, glaring at it before throwing it away. "because every time someone finds out about megumi, they look at me different. like i'm a burden. like he's a burden."

toru purses his lip. he’s watching as toji ducks under the couch, picking out stray bits of cereal and snacks and other things that make toji’s nose scrunch up in disgust.

toru shakes his head, taking off his glasses to set them on the counter. “but you don’t know if she’s like that.”

“i know i can’t lose her before i even have her.”

toru purses his lip. toji’s voice came out too tight.

ⵌ SHOW TIME !

when toji opens his front door, you’re in a too-short dress and there’s moët & chandon in your hands.

god, you’re gorgeous. and toji really needs to stop thinking that. needs to stop saying it in his head before he slips up and says it out loud with a tone he can’t take back.

“hi,” you tilt your head, batting your lashes in that way that makes him stupid. “you gonna keep standing there? or are you gonna take this bottle off my hands?”

ah, right. toji reaches for the bottle but you pull it back. he raises a brow.

“say ‘please pretty girl, may i have the wine?’”

you’re still peering up at him, hugging the bottle of wine to your chest, teasing smile on your glossy lips. toji leans against the doorframe. arms crossed, dark eyes raking over your hips, plush thighs, pretty waist. fuck.

his lips twitch, “i’m not saying that.”

“aww,” you pout, glossy and spoiled. “guess i have to turn back home and drink this expensive wine all by myself.” you turn, and toji bites his cheek because your dress has ridden up to give him the perfect view of your ass. so soft. he can’t wait to squeeze it.

“i’m gonna be so lonely…” your back is still turned to him, voice wistful. “and i came all the way over here, too. i’m so upset.”

toji doesn’t let you take another step.

you squeal as he scoops you up with a grunt, arms snaking over your waist & under your thighs to lift you bridal style. you squeeze the bottle of wine in your arms, eyes shut tight as you giggle while he kicks the door shut. “toji! put me down!”

careful what you wish for.

toji drops you to his couch with a thud. you land with a breathless laugh, dress bunched up to your hips & he can see the print of your panties. your hair is fanned out, and the bottle of wine is pressed to your stomach. you’re giggling, eyes bright, and god. you look so fucking gorgeous all laid out for him. toji’s jaw ticks.

he climbs over you, pressing his warm body down until the wine digs into your stomach. his eyes are dark. hungry.

“please, pretty girl,” he murmurs, breath hot, lips teasing your neck. “may i have the wine?”

oh.

your breath hitches. you stare up at him, cheeks hot, eyes wide, thighs squeezing together in anticipation. but you’re a bad girl, so you don’t give toji zenin what he wants just yet.

your smile falters, but you tilt your head. “thought you weren’t gonna say it?”

he grins, pressing a hot kiss underneath your ear. “and i thought you were leavin’.”

you let out a shaky gasp as toji licks a hot stripe up your neck. he’s filthy—big hands gripping your hips to keep you pinned to the couch, squeezing you hard each time you moan and buck yourself into him. his breath is hot against your neck, sucking and kissing and teasing, the occasional nip when you whimper just the way he likes.

his weight presses the wine harder into your stomach. you gasp, “toji, the wine—“

“hold it, baby.”

your eyes squeeze shut as his kisses trail further down your neck, tummy fluttering as heat pools between your thighs. his thumb on your hip sinks under the silk of your panties, and you whine his name before he shushes you with a sweet kiss to your cheek.

toji doesn’t kiss you on the lips. the lips are too honest, and toji is not.

you’re still clutching the bottle, chest heaving as toji presses your hips deeper, deeper—

“ow!”

toji freezes.

in truth, toji zenin has never been a gentle man. his body is too big and his hands are too rough, and life itself has never treated him gently, nor given him much reason to be gentle towards others. but as toji hovers over you, limbs frozen in alarm, his stomach can’t help but twist with disgust. said body and rough hands have crushed something soft yet again.

“did i hurt you?” his voice comes out weird. “doll—look at me. you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you wince, cheeks flushed as you try to steady your breathing. you twist your leg slightly, sliding your fingers down into the sofa cushion where something sharp poked at you. “something... something poked my leg.”

you pull out a tiny, red brick.

you blink. “a lego?”

for the second time this evening, toji freezes.

he takes it from your hand, flicking it away. he lifts your arms to wrap them around his neck, and lowers himself back to your chest. “that what you stopped me for, princess?” he mutters coolly, like his heart isn’t beating in his throat. “had me so worried, baby.”

“toji, why do you have a lego?”

he kisses your jaw, “my nephew’s.”

ah, that makes sense. you hug his neck tighter, giggling as he slips the wine off your belly & onto the floor. he presses yet another kiss to your neck, warm & sweet, and you let your chin rest on his shoulder as he loves you with gentler hands.

but then you see it.

on the metal door of the kitchen fridge, past a jar of gummy worms and a poorly placed broom, a banana-shaped magnet is there.

and right under it, a scribbled drawing. the messy figure of a man with spiky hair, and a smaller, more spiky-haired boy.

DADDY AND ME.

your body goes still.

toji’s hands are on your hips, thighs, waist—but his touch suddenly itches. the warmth has gone cold.

“toji,” you whisper. “who drew that?”

toji doesn't move. his eyes slowly follow your gaze to the fridge, and the panic in his eyes is unmistakable. the lie slips out of his mouth before his brain can even catch up to it.

“sociology project,” he breathes. “developmental regression. drew it with my left hand.”

“your left hand…”

your voice trails off as toji sinks his lips back to your neck.

toji zenin does not study sociology.

TORU’S REMARK : YOU CAN’T FOOL HER FOREVER.

BROKE BOY TACTICS #4: LEAN INTO THE LARP !

taught by: sato gojo

“you can’t pull up to a date in an uber. take my porsche—you’re a rich guy now.”

ΣΧ

it’s late, and three floors down, toji zenin has his hands on his hips, staring at sato’s sleek black porsche in disbelief while his tie itches at his neck. three floors up, in toji’s crappy apartment, the gang’s all there.

megumi has a blanket pulled up to his chin, seated on the couch next to suguru. sukuna is lounging on the floor with his back against said couch. sato is flipping through TV stations. the light in the room is dim, and sato snickers at something sukuna says before tossing him the remote.

“why does everyone always leave me?”

the trio freeze.

megumi’s expression is flat. he’s staring into the tv’s glow, but his eyes are soulless and empty. suguru hesitates—but then he rests a hand on megumi’s hair. “what do you mean, kiddo?”

“daddy’s always leaving now,” megumi closes his eyes, rigid against the couch cushions. “he never spends time with me anymore. he’s acting like my mommy did.”

the three boys’ hearts crack right down the middle.

they’re staring at each other now, the weight of megumi’s words on their shoulders. how do they tell a little boy that the reason his father has been less present—and is also not present tonight—is because he’s currently trying to hide his child’s existence to impress a woman? and that they’re all helping him?

sato speaks first. too quick, too fast.

“he’s just been busy,” he croaks out. “he’s been picking up new shifts. he’s working really hard.”

“yeah,” sukuna agrees. “he’s working hard. to take care of you, meg.”

megumi stares into the tv screen. geto’s hand is still heavy on his head, and his body is limp and his eyes are heavy.

“i know.” megumi mutters. “he’s my hero.”

suguru bites his lip. “you know what, meg? why don’t we draw something? a new picture for your dad?”

megumi’s eyes flit to the kitchen fridge. DADDY AND ME. the picture is still there, but the paper is crinkled and damp now. as if someone threw it away with heavy eyes, then somehow thought better of it.

megumi nods, “yeah.”

“okay, buddy. i’ll go get the crayons.”

“i’ll get the paper!”

“and i’ll… uh. you want a gatorade, kid?”

the three adults go after the various items. megumi takes one last look at his drawing on the fridge, and then he slips off the couch and pads away.

ⵌ SHOW TIME !

toji zenin is a man who can only have pride when he pretends.

so today, he pretends the sleek black porsche parked outside your house is his. he pretends he’s not wearing sato’s luxury cologne, that his tie isn’t secondhand, that the cuff of his suit isn’t too tight on his wrist and that the guilt in his mouth doesn’t taste like his blood.

he’s gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles turn white.

when you open the car door, you look like a dream.

your lips are glossy, always glossy, but it’s a different shade of shimmer tonight. your hair is loose all over your shoulders, heels clicky, dress black and matching the shade of sato’s car. toji stares, jaw slack as you slide into the passenger’s seat. the words in his throat have turned into bile.

“Hi.” you blink at him.

“Hi.”

he can’t say much else, and he really ought to but he can’t, so instead he only watches as you huff and click your seatbelt in place. toji licks his lips, turns back to the wheel. says a quick prayer to a god he doesn’t believe in. “you look gorgeous.”

you don’t respond.

the car starts with an expensive growl. it makes toji wince, and he hopes you don’t notice. he’s practiced starting the car three times so he can pretend he’s used to it. he isn’t, and he’ll never be.

he pulls onto the streets, eyes frantically scanning the road as his pulse drums in his teeth.

“toji?” you say, eyes trained ahead of you, voice flat.

“yeah, baby?”

“where are we going?”

toji’s fingers drum on the steering wheel. he turns right at the fork. “somewhere nice,” his voice is strained. “somewhere you deserve to be.”

he lets his right hand shift to the center console, trying to bridge the gap. his hand is sweating, maybe. you glance at it. glance away.

you peer out the window, head against the edge, watching the lights blur through the glass. “i feel like i’m sitting in a museum,” you murmur, quiet. “everything feels curated. including you.”

he swallows. “i’m trying to make tonight special.”

“special…” you trail off, lashes fluttering as you stare out the window.

“i don’t know who you are, zenin.”

toji’s head aches. and so does his chest, violent and sharp and stabbing. he’s a liar, a con artist, a selfish man with rough hands and a son waiting at home. oh—megumi. his phone’s been buzzing in his pocket for a while now. how’s megumi?

“i’m just a guy,” he chooses to say. “a guy who likes you.”

“do you? or is that just part of the exhibit?”

maybe there really is a god watching, because before toji can respond something makes a sound.

he’s not sure what, honestly, but he’s quick to capitalize on it. he needs the air. toji turns into an empty street to park. he unbuckles his seat belt, leans over a bit. “stay in the car, okay?”

you only nod, and toji’s throat curls with guilt.

the night air is cool on his skin. he opens the car bonnet—careful, as careful as a man like him can be—pretending to scan the engines for a possible source of the noise. he doesn’t find anything wrong, and he knew he wouldn’t, but he holds up the bonnet and pretends to check anyways.

three minutes pass before he returns to the car.

three minutes of toji zenin teaching himself how to breathe. the same way he does when megumi shuts down even though he thinks the steps are corny. having a kid really changes you, doesn’t it?

megumi. he looks at his watch, 9PM. his boy should be in bed by now.

the buzzing from his phone has stopped. he should check it now, but you’re still waiting. still beautiful. still hurt.

so toji slams the hood shut. sucks in a breath and slides back into the driver’s seat. you’re staring at him as he buckles his seatbelt.

“toji,” your voice is careful. “do you have anything you want to tell me?”

yes. i work three jobs and i’m drowning in student loans. i got a girl pregnant when i was eighteen, and she left me when i turned twenty-one. i have a boy who’s five-and-a-half and he’s the only good thing i have left. and i’m sorry i lied, but i didn’t want you to leave me before i could love you and i’m sorry, and i’m sorry again, and you deserve better, and i’m sorry.

“no,” toji lies.

you purse your lips. “okay.”

the engine roars back to life. and toji is sweating, and the date feels over before it’s even started, and his pulse is too loud and—

“daddy?”

toji’s blood runs cold.

in the backseat of sato’s porsche, megumi zenin is there, body tucked under a blanket and rubbing his eyes. he slips off the seat and stumbles towards the console, still rubbing at his face. “hi, daddy.”

toji zenin can only stay frozen as megumi wraps his smaller arms around his neck.

he tries to speak, fingers twitching as they hover over his son’s back. “megumi—hey, buddy—what’re you doing here?”

megumi buries his nose into his father’s neck. “i didn’t want to be alone again.”

toji bites his lip. he can feel your eyes boring into him, and he nervously scrambles. “hey—you’re never alone, buddy. where are your uncles? come here.”

he lifts megumi into his lap, avoiding your gaze.

“is this your son?”

toji’s mouth dries.

he could say it’s his nephew, make up some lie about him referring to both him and his ‘brother’ as dad, but god. you’re already looking at him with something he doesn’t have the vocabulary to name, and toji’s jaw aches.

“yes,” he sucks in a breath. “this is my son, megumi.”

he brushes megumi’s hair back, taking his little fist away from his face so he stops rubbing at his eyes. “meg, say hi to the pretty lady.”

“hi, pretty lady.”

megumi waves a small hand, then collapses against his father’s stomach.

you force a smile and flick your eyes back up to toji.

“i think you should take me home.”

???’s REMARK : YOU CAN’T LARP YOUR WAY INTO BEING LOVED !

BROKE BOY TACTICS #5: EMBRACE YOUR ECONOMICS !

taught by: nanami kento, megumi zenin.

“maybe she doesn’t hate you. maybe she hates that you thought so little of her you felt the need to live a lie.”

ΣΧ

it’s a new day, and toji zenin is laden with old burdens.

he’s slumped against his bedroom wall, phone pressed to his ear with megumi on his stretched out legs. megumi has a red & green colored hand in another jar full of gummy worms. toji makes a mental note to hide it better next time.

“you didn’t just lose the date,” nanami’s voice cuts through the speaker, flat and professional as always. “you insulted her intelligence. made her out to be a shallow woman who’d only care about you if you had money in your bank account.”

toji stares at the ceiling. then at megumi, who’s about to eat a gummy worm off the floor. he flicks it away. “she looked at me like i was trash, nanami.”

“she looked at you like you were a liar,” nanami corrects. “which you are.”

nanami sighs, breath sending a crackle through the speaker. all he wanted to do was spend his afternoon reading his new favorite BL, doukyuusei, but once again the shenanigans of his friends have interrupted his peace.

“toji, you’re a smart man. and she sounds like a smart woman. i doubt she’d lose interest because you have a son—i believe she hates that you lied to her.”

megumi takes a worm and makes it crawl through toji’s lips. it’s cold, but toji chews and swallows anyways. “i need to apologize.”

“yes,” toji can hear a page flip. “and quickly. i have to attend to other matters now, but say hi to megumi for me.”

the line goes dead, and toji drops his hand to the floor.

megumi chews a gummy worm. then he takes it out of his mouth, frowns at it, then eats it again. “daddy, are you mad at me?”

toji frowns. “for what?”

“i ruined your date,” megumi looks into the jar of worms, frowning, then back at his dad. “with auntie.”

toji looks at his son. at his candy smeared cheeks, sticky hands, black spikes of hair and sugar in his teeth. megumi looks just like him. he’s always known it, but he’s growing to look more and more like his father every day.

“you didn’t ruin anything,” he murmurs, pulling his son into his chest. “you’ve never ruined anything in your life.”

he pats megumi’s hair, head thrown back. “i’m sorry, meg.”

five-year-old megumi zenin has already lost interest. he’s more focused on getting the red and blue gummy in the sea of yellow-green ones, small hand grabbing fistfuls of worms before dropping them back. he doesn’t know his father is sorry, sorry for everything, for trying to erase his existence to impress a woman and for bringing him into this world knowing he will never be able to give him the future he deserves.

megumi retrieves the red and blue gummy worm. his favorite flavor. he blinks at it once, twice.

then he turns to his dad. lifts the gummy worm on his palm to his face.

toji zenin eats it right off.

ⵌ SHOW TIME !

megumi zenin is in his best clothes: baby blue button-up from suguru. a white top with a red race car that sukuna had got him for his birthday. light up skechers from uncle sato. toji had tried to get him to wear normal shoes, but megumi shut that down quickly. he wanted to be seen.

you no longer frequent the local loblaws.

and it breaks toji’s heart, actually. you haven’t blocked him just yet, thank god, so toji thinks you might not yet hate him completely. that he might still have a chance.

call him a weirdo, but he’s been to almost every grocery store nearby.

no frills, sobeys, you name it. and now, at 12:30PM sunday, toji zenin is in his car with his son, watching you load groceries into the backseat with a pout on your lips. like you’re above this. like you need a big, strong man to offer his help. and toji’s chest aches. because he could be that man, you know. if you’d let him.

toji slips out of the car. megumi hops out too.

he stops just a few feet behind you, watching you mutter curses as you haul a carton of juice. toji’s lip twitches. then he pulls megumi along.

“let me help.”

you blink as toji comes out of seemingly nowhere to save the day. he lifts everything out of your cart and into your car, never breaking a sweat. truthfully, your groceries aren’t even that heavy. he’s not sure why you were struggling, but he thinks it’s so fucking cute.

he lets you click your remote to close the boot shut. then he turns to you: “i owe you an apology.”

you tilt your head. “do you?”

he squeezes megumi’s hand in his own to ground himself. “i lied because i was scared,” he admits, and you never thought you’d hear toji and ‘scared’ in the same sentence. “you’re a pretty girl from a nice family who spends my rent money on groceries,” he breathes. “and i want you, bad. and i thought if you saw me—the me who lived paycheck to paycheck and has nothing except this little brat,” he raises megumi’s hand, “you’d leave before i even got a chance.”

he shifts his hand to megumi’s head. “it’s fucking stupid, i know. but this is my son,” he ruffles megumi’s hair. “say hi, kid.”

“hi, auntie.”

your gaze shifts away from toji, and drops to the little boy beside him. megumi is apple cheeks, dark, messy hair and nervous feet shifting on the pavement. he looks like his dad, and the sight makes your heart melt.

“hi, baby boy.” you crouch down to his height. “i love your shirt. do you wanna come here?”

megumi nods. he abandons his father’s side to let you scoop him up in your arms.

toji frowns.

megumi’s a shy kid. or not shy—awkward. he can’t make eye contact with kids his age, his tone is too flat, and his eyes are always bored. he doesn’t like to be touched by people he isn’t familiar with, and he’s very quick to say no to what he doesn’t like or want. so toji can only watch, brows knit in confusion, as megumi’s fist curls over your necklace and he lets you press a kiss to his cheek.

“hi, auntie,” megumi collapses into your shoulder, fist still gripping your necklace. “i did a very good job.”

“so good, baby,” you kiss his hair, grinning. “i’m gonna buy you all the gummies in the world.”

megumi blushes from the affection. he shifts his head over your shoulder so all you can see is his pink chubby cheek.

“what the hell is happening?”

“daddy’s a big dummy,” megumi mutters into your shoulder. “the biggest,” you agree.

toji’s frown deepens, and you laugh. “i’ve already met megumi, silly.”

toji blinks. he’s about to ask how, but you beat him to it: “remember when you got out of the car? megumi woke up in the backseat,” you kiss his ear softly, and megumi’s blush deepens. “we had a long chat about you, toji. and i asked him to pretend we’ve never met, and go back to sleep in the car.”

you watch megumi, fond. his fingers curling deeper into your necklace, his eyes shy and staring behind you. “i can’t believe you’ve been keeping this little angel from me. you’re a monster, toji.”

“dummy monster…” megumi mutters. you kiss his cheek again and he hides.

toji thinks about it. to megumi referring to you as auntie back in the apartment. fuck. he didn’t think too much of it, but perhaps he should’ve.

“so? you two were testing me, or some shit?”

you shift a hand from megumi’s back to your hip. “no attitude, mister. i’m still mad at you,” your frown, and then your shoulders drop. “did you really think you had to fake having money to impress me? picking me up in a porsche when i’ve already seen your crappy apartment?”

you stroke megumi’s hair. “and lying about meg,” your expression goes soft, sad. “have you apologized to him?”

“yeah,” megumi tugs your necklace. “he told me sorry.”

you smile at him, then kiss his little fist. “that’s great, baby. you deserve an apology. and i’m sorry as well, for taking away your time with your father.”

megumi pats your face, voice flat. “i forgive you.”

you giggle, pinching his cheek, and toji can only stare in disbelief.

megumi’s cheeks are pink from your kisses, little fingers curled tight around your necklace while you sway him absentmindedly against your chest. his light-up skechers blink every time his feet kick against your thighs. you’re smiling at him like he’s heaven as a boy, and megumi—quiet, awkward, megumi—is hiding his face in your shoulder because he’s shy.

how greedy.

how greedy of toji zenin to pick out cheerios from between couch cushions like trying to erase evidence of a crime scene. how greedy of him to scrub crayon off his walls, peel gummies off his floors and hide away his son with other people he can’t truly call family. how greedy of him to rip his son’s drawing off the fridge, only to put it back again later because he can’t even be greedy right.

how greedy of toji zenin to hide the only good thing in his life away; all because he wanted yet another good thing: you.

he wanted your pretty laugh in his apartment. wanted your heels by the front door, wanted your perfume in his sheets and your voice mixed with megumi’s cartoons on saturday mornings. toji zenin wanted everything.

now his everything was shoving his chubby hand in the face of his other everything to keep from getting attacked by kisses. but he was smiling. megumi zenin was smiling, and blushing, and laughing—and toji thinks about how he hasn’t seen megumi this childish in a while.

his heart aches.

“i’m sorry.”

sorry for what? he knows what he’s sorry for, but the words have failed him again, so he can only watch. watch as you tilt your head the way you always do, before megumi glances at you and tilts his head back at him the same way. oh god.

“‘gumi, do we forgive daddy?”

“yeah,” megumi’s feet kick. his shoes light up, red and blue. “if he stops hiding my gummies.”

toji won’t hide his gummies anymore. hell, he’ll never hide anything again in his life.

and maybe megumi senses the guilt on his father’s shoulders, because he squirms his tiny body for you to set him down and dashes so hard into his father’s legs that he knocks his forehead against his knee. “ow…”

toji snorts, crouching. “what are you doing, kid.” but he’s scooping megumi into his arms anyways. you pad closer, grin cheeky, and poke megumi on his side.

“how about we go shop for some gummy worms?”

BONUS — Y/N AND MEG’S FIRST MEET !

“who are you?”

the voice makes you jolt. you’re staring at your hands in the passenger’s seat of toji’s rented—no, probably borrowed—porsche, blinking away tears in your eyes when a tiny voice speaks behind you.

you whip your head around so fast your neck aches.

and standing there is a little boy, tiny, maybe four or five, rubbing away sleep from his eyes. his hair comes in tufts of black, and his eyes are blue, and oh my god he looks just like his father.

toji.

megumi is rubbing his eyes harder now. your heart melts.

“hi, baby,” you coo, patting away your own tears on your lashes. “i’m friends with your daddy. what’s your name?”

“i’m megumi,” he sniffles, yawns. “my friends call me meg. but i don’t have any friends.”

oh. “hi, meg. what’re you doing here? did your dad leave you home alone?”

you hope he says no, because you know toji’s been hiding something—someone from you, but he wouldn’t go that far. at least, you hope he wouldn’t.

“no, my uncles are at home,” he says sleepily. and you hover your hands over his face in silent permission. he blinks at your hands, sniffles again, before nodding to let you brush his hair back from his face. “i wanted to see daddy. he left for work.”

work? no he didn’t. toji zenin is outside, lifting the bonnet of a car he knows is too good to call his. “did he tell you he was going to work, meg?”

“no, but i know he is. he works for us. he wears the tie and he goes away.”

“oh, baby…”

toji zenin is a liar. a liar with a handsome face, and warm touch, and words that make your head dizzy. and you should be mad, really. you are, but the sight of this little boy with a face like his father’s only makes your heart ache.

you want to ask questions: who are your uncles? where were you when i came over? is your mother still in the picture?

but megumi zenin is blinking sleepily as you caress his cheek, leaning into your touch with a sigh.

“megumi, do you wanna make a deal?”

“what kind of deal?” megumi tries to rub his eyes, but you ease his fist away.

“a super simple one. your daddy’s been acting really strange, right? to you and me,” you pat his cheek. “all you have to do is act like we’ve never met, and i’ll give you anything you want.”

megumi thinks very hard. then he asks, “are you the lady daddy wants to impress?”

you blink. “what do you mean?”

“i heard him on the phone with uncle sugu,” megumi rests his head against your leather car seat. “he said he likes a nice lady. said he wants to be a better man for her.” he rubs his eye. “then he started leaving me. where’s daddy? i wanna talk to daddy.”

“oh, meg,” your heart breaks. “come here, baby.”

megumi hesitates, but then he lets you pull him into a hug. his hands are limp by his sides, but he pats your back once before his tiny hand slips away. “auntie, why are you crying?”

your shoulders shake over him. you sniffle, “don’t worry about it, meg. and your daddy’s gonna come back soon, okay? and he won’t leave you alone anymore. i’ll make sure of it.”

megumi pulls back. “you promise?”

you cup his cheeks. “i promise. go back to sleep, okay?”

EPILOGUE !

on the couch of toji’s crappy apartment, megumi zenin is curled into his father’s side, gummy worms in his mouth as he presses his sticky hands to the screen of his brand new ipad pro. a shiny gift from his loving uncle sato, who bought him the device despite suguru and toji’s wishes.

megumi offers his father a gummy worm. “when is auntie coming?”

toji eats it off his palm. “soon, kid,” he clicks his tongue. “swear you like her more than me now.”

megumi picks out five gummy worms from the jar, then lines them up on his ipad screen for convenience. “nah, i like daddy the most.”

toji softens.

all toji can see right now is the top of his little boy’s head, his tiny nose poking out and his chubby little cheeks. the ipad screen is sticky and candy smeared—much like megumi’s hands—and on the screen is a video of a teacup in a ballet dress—ballerina cappucina?—getting married to a little espresso man wearing a ninja bandana. toji frowns. the video gives him flashbacks to his days of working as skai jackson’s personal AI prompt writer. he shivers.

toji shakes his head. “meg, you know i’m never leaving, right?”

“i know,” megumi groans. “you told me a billion times yesterday!”

“quit whining,” toji murmurs, pulling his son into his lap. megumi reaches for his jar of gummy worms, and toji tugs it closer. “just wanted to remind you.” he mumbles.

megumi slumps against his father’s chest. soft, distracted, satisfied. “you don’t need to say sorry anymore. i forgive you.”

toji kisses his hair, burying his face in the dark strands. he sighs, “thanks, kiddo.”

———

when the doorbell rings, toji zenin is already half-asleep.

the sound—and megumi’s accidental jab of his elbow against his stomach—wakes him right up. toji smooths his hair, rubs the sleep from his eyes. then he turns to tell megumi to go wash his sticky hands, then decides not to.

he sucks in a breath and opens the door.

“hi, pretty.”

“move. i’m not here for you.”

you shove at his chest and push your way into the apartment, and on the couch to the right megumi zenin is there, ipad in hands and cheeks sticky and looking up at you with big, blue eyes.

“auntie?”

“oh, my baby!”

you scoop him off the couch and into your arms, and megumi clutches your shoulders tight as you attack him with kisses on his forehead, cheeks, everywhere. toji’s eye twitches in disbelief. “are we serious?”

“oh, you’re still here,” you glance over at him, bored. “meg and i are gonna make cookies today. mind being a doll and fetching the ingredients from the car?” you toss him your car keys.

toji looks at the keys in his hands. then you, who is cooing silly things that make megumi blush and bury his head in your neck.

toji pads over to you, slow. “i wanted to see you.”

you ignore his hands snaking around your hips. you turn your nose up at him, “and now, you have.”

“you still mad at me?”

of course you’re still mad. maybe not as mad as you were a week ago, but still upset. that he lied. that he thought so little of you that he went out of his way to sculpt a whole other life and hide away the little angel in your arms. but toji’s hands are still heavy on your hips. his voice is warm in your ear. and he apologized, you know. in the parking lot that day. at your house on monday, holding a bouquet of half-dead flowers and wearing a rented suit that went to waste because you refused to go out with him anyway. he sent you an hour long voicemail apologizing. you listened to it all on the way here.

toji zenin is such a sap.

he acts like he isn’t, though. but he is, and you feel it in how he presses his lips to your neck, over and over and over again. i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry.

megumi shoves his father’s lips away. “daddy stop.”

you laugh, nuzzling megumi’s cheek. “he’s such a dummy, isn’t he meg? do you think i should forgive him?”

“yeah,” megumi mutters, collapsing into your neck. “he said sorry a billion times to me yesterday. daddy’s really sorry for everything.”

“aww. daddy’s so cute when he’s sorry, isn’t he?”

toji is glaring at you. you can only giggle and press a kiss to his jaw, and his eyes widen a bit in surprise. you cup his jaw and press another one to his cheek. just one more, because you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t missed him as well.

“i forgive you, mister. now go get those groceries—shoo!”

toji nuzzles your neck before leaving the apartment.

megumi is still on your hip, clutching your shoulders for balance as you pick out pans and trays from the cupboard. he grips your hair in a tiny fist. “auntie?”

“hm, gummy?”

megumi hides in your neck—shy, nervous. “are you gonna be my new mommy?”

you freeze.

megumi clutches you tighter. his face is buried in your throat, and he’s gripping so tightly his little nails bite into your skin, but you soften. toji had already confessed everything in his voicemail. his mom isn’t in the picture anymore. how a mother can let go of a little angel like meg, you don’t know, but who are you to judge and conclude?

“i don’t know, meg, it’s too soon,” you hum softly, setting a pan on the tabletop. “but i know i’ll be here, baby. for you.”

“will you be at my school, too?” he peers up at you, big eyes glimmering with hope. “all the other kids have mommies except for me.”

“oh, megumi—of course i’ll be there!”

it’s taking everything in you not to carry this boy and run! you attack his face with kisses, and megumi squirms in your arms but he’s giggling. his hands are sticky on your face, neck, everywhere, but you kiss him over and over again, because you’ve only known him for a little over a week but you’re already ready to give him the world. “auntie, stop!” but he’s laughing. “there’s lip gloss all over me!”

when toji walks in, he can’t believe his eyes.

there are too many shopping bags in his hands, because everything about you is too much, even down to your shopping, and toji is staring in disbelief. the woman of his dreams in his kitchen, holding his son, and his son is laughing. laughing the way he used to before his mother left him two years ago.

and he doesn’t really deserve the warmth curling in his chest, or the strange feeling coursing through his veins, but who is toji zenin if not greedy?

so he drops the bags to his feet (gently, because you’d curse him if the eggs broke), and pads over to the kitchen where you’re showering megumi with affection, and he snakes his arms around your waist and drops his head into your neck. you turn, grinning, and you don’t push him away when he presses a quick kiss to your lips. the lips are honest, and now toji is too.

“aww, look at you getting all sappy.”

“auntie made my face all sticky..”

toji squeezes you both tight. a little greed never killed a man.

MEGUMI’S REMARK : CAN I HAVE SOME GUMMY WORMS…?

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[pillsatoru]

18+ ❤︎ — a car wash event held by the fraternity, including satoru gojo, led to your windshield getting cracked — as well as yourself

CAR WASHING EVENT ─ get your car washed by the fraternity boys. starting at 15.99. includes full exterior cleaning + hot, shirtless, muscular men.

You read the flyer a few more times.

"They're running out of ideas." Your friend next to you shrugged, taking back the paper into her hands, skimming through it as well.

"I think it's brilliant."

Sure, but it's the fact that you were almost positive the money would be going into frat parties and supplying the members with beer for the rest of the year.

"We should go ─" Shoko suggested, taking another hit from her cigarette. "Your car is in desperate need of a cleaning." She pointed over to the sad looking vehicle in the parking lot. That belonged to none other than you.

"And," she faced you and your other friend again, reaching over to grab the flyer to point down at the numbers. "Only 15.99"

You didn't know if your friends genuinely wanted your car to get cleaned, or because they wanted an excuse to ogle the frat boys.

Sure enough, there was already a line of cars waiting for their turn to practically get a lap dance.

Shirtless boys were kissing the windows, rubbing their bare backs, and humping the vehicles. This was supposed to be fun?

The cars were basically getting molested against their will.

Sorority girls were on the sides, selling lemonade and holding up posters that read 'car wash here!' with an arrow pointing towards where you were heading.

"Hey, look. Satoru and Suguru are participating as well." Your friend nodded towards the familiar faces. The 'hottest' boys in the frat. But you beg to differ.

Suguru's hair was tied up in a bun, actually putting in the effort to wash the cars. Meanwhile Satoru was blowing kisses towards the screaming girls.

"Oh my god we're next!"

You gently pushed your foot down the pedal, brining you forward to the crowd of boys that were swinging the wet towels in the air, swaying their hips side to side.

"Hello ladies." Suguru's voice could be heard through the windows. He leaned in to press a kiss, making you cringe.

The other girls with you were losing their damn minds, recording the way their abs flexed with every movement, flexing their biceps purposefully each time they wiped the doors.

You were so focused on your friends being perverts, you almost failed to notice that Satoru was staring right at you through your windshield.

Once your eyes met his blue ones, a muffled chuckle left him. He brought his fingers up to draw a heart on the glass with soap.

"Hi, pretty." he whispered, knowing you definitely couldn't hear him.

Your eyes flickered down his body involuntary, noticing the white happy trail that disappeared down his wet trousers.

He bit his lip lightly, turning around so his back was facing you, back muscles put out on display. His skin was like a porcelain dolls. Pale and smooth with a few freckles littered here and there. His neck turned to the side so he could take a peek at you, making sure your eyes were solely on him and no other boy.

"His back muscles, oh my god!" The group of girls squealed in the back seat.

"what is he ─" your words were cut off once his back met the windshield, rubbing up against it.

Laughter erupted from Shoko who was sitting in the passenger seat, and you allowed yourself to let out a giggle.

But it stopped when he lifted himself up, slamming his back down letting out a faux moan that could score him a job on pornhub dot com, then followed a crack.

Your eyes widened, mouth opening at the sight of the crack that stretched all the way up from where he had hit it.

A small drizzle of blood dripped down with the water mixed with soap.

Satoru immediately got back up, bringing his hand up where he cut himself. Some of his frat bros joined in to see what had happened.

A faint "Oh, shit." came from him.

"Oh shit." You echoed.

─

"alright, so the total cost to fix the crack should be roughly about.." the worked tapped on the tablets screen, turning it towards you. "500."

"there goes our beer money." Satoru sighed. You shot a glare towards him.

You've never actually had a conversation with him. You knew of each other because of Shoko, but never went out your way to converse with him.

So, not a great impression so far.

He took out his card, handing into the man so he could run it through.

"Sorry about that.. didn't know it'd break." He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You both had quickly made your way to the repair shop a couple miles away from the school after seeing the damage, and you threatening to call the frat president to report the incident if he didn't pay the damage.

"Least I know my back workout is working." He hoped his little joke lifted up the mood.

The employee handed him back his card after doing the payment. "Should be ready in a few hours."

You nodded, thanking him before making your way out the shop. Satoru was shocked you had left him there. He quickly followed you.

"H-hey! Let me take you out for dinner, to make it up extra!" He offered.

"No thanks. I have things to do."

"Oh, okay, then tomorrow! Do you like-"

"Look," You turned around to face him. "You already paid for the accident, that's all I needed. You don't have to take me out. That's not necessary."

He knew that.

He knew he doesn't have to take you out. But fuck, he really wants to. His expression faltered. "I know I don't have to.. but I'd like to."

Your eyebrow shot up in confusion. "Why?"

Satoru let out a sigh, looking anywhere but you. "Because... I can tell you're still upset and honestly, I don't want bad blood with any of Shoko's friends."

Oh.

"You like Shoko?"

His face twisted in disgust. "What? When did I ever say that?! No, God, No!" He shook his head. "I just don't want it to be awkward between us.. cuz I know that you come to the parties with her and.. and yeah."

You were skeptical about him, especially with the way he stuttered nervously.

"I'll think about it."

He watched you walk a few steps ahead—and then he fell into pace beside you again, determined.

"So, hypothetically.. if you were free tomorrow, what kind of food would you hypothetically like."

You shrugged. "Any is fine."

"I need an answer." He groaned. "Unless.. I can pay you back some other way?"

You automatically froze. With the way he was staring down at you, it was clear as day as to what he was referring to.

"S-sorry..?" Your voice lowered.

"I asked if there was any other way I could repay you."

Satoru took a step closer, hand itching to place itself on your waist. "... I'm sure there is."

Oh, there was.

Right after your car was fixed, he drove you over to his frat house, ignoring the wolf whistles thrown your direction as he led you upstairs. His large hand was placed against the small of your back, opening up his door to reveal a surprisingly clean room.

satoru closed the door behind you both.

".. this okay?" he asked, allowing both hands to travel up and down your body, squeezing your plush skin.

you hesitantly nodded.

were you seriously about to hook up with the boy who damaged your car?..

yes.

yes you were.

"mm fuck, you smell good." he inhaled sharply, nose digging into the skin of your neck. his pupils were blown wide. "bed.. please. now."

his body caged yours against the navy blue covers that had probably witnessed this exact same scene multiple times with different girls already.

a noise ripped from his throat the second your lips met in a hot kiss - like he'd been holding back for years.

which, he sort of has.

you've been the only girl on his mind for all of college after seeing you for the first time at a frat party shoko had invited you to.

seeing your shy, timid demeanor just put him in a chokehold. the kiss had turned messy, desperate, even. satoru panted against your bruised lips once air became necessary.

"is this alright?"

his knee slotted between yours shamelessly, bringing your skirt up to your waist to reveal your pink panties with a growing wet spot in the middle.

"yes.. yes it's okay." you bit your lip, humping his knee like a dog in heat.

he laughed at your movements, watching you grind against him. he fisted a handful of hair in his hand, tilting your head back to expose your throat. the other hand had traveled to the back of your thigh, hiking it up around his hip.

"pull down my zipper." he ordered. you didn't need to be told twice to begin fiddling the zipper of his pants. you quickly unbuttoned them, shoving them down enough to release his length.

he helped you out a bit, adjusting your leg on his waist so he could completely take off his pants alongside his briefs.

a small moan erupted from your throat at the way his cock bounced. it was way too heavy to even stand up straight. the tip poked at your thigh before he grabbed it, nodding to your covered heat.

"move your panties to the side, pretty."

you gulped, shaky fingers sliding over your panties so they exposed your leaking pussy.

"good.. such a good girl." he grinned, slamming all the way into you. your hands grabbed onto whatever they could, screaming as he tore you open.

"You know how long I've been wanting this, baby?" He groaned, plummeting in and out of you. Each time an involuntary loud wet squelch would escape your abused wet cunt. "hah.. you don't, hm?"

You were out of it. Your eyes were fluttered shut, mouth hanging low as your hands gripped onto his shoulders. He had both of your legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him impossibly closer to you.

"Every fuckin' time Shoko would bring you over to a party.. had to hah.. mm fuck oh my god.. had to stop myself from taking you upstairs.."

"y-you did..?" you managed to say.

"yes.. fuck yes. baby, I like you." bad timing to confess, but you two were already fucking so might as well just get it over with. you could barely process what he said, the feeling of him speeding up brought you back to the state of passing out.

"thank god I broke your shit.. gave me an excuse to talk to ya more.. and fuck ya.."

"or.. or you could've asked me out like a normal person..!" your nails were leaving crescent indent marks on his muscles from how hard you were gripping onto him.

"not as fun." satoru moaned.

A brutal thrust seated himself fully before he came with a snarl. thick ropes painting your insides while he hands settled back onto your hips. You followed soon after, spilling along with some of his release. his fingers reached down to pick up your mixed cum, bringing them up to your lips.

"Custom lipgloss.." he chuckled.

Is he for real?

"I’m not done with you yet." He leaned down to kiss your cum slicked lips, moaning into your mouth.

"W-wait.." Your words fell upon deaf ears as he turned you over so you stomach was on the bed and ass in the air. A sharp spank landed on your ass making you whine.

"So about that date.."

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you and gojo are just fuck buddies....right ?

queen @chososprettygirl 's whipped gojo series has me on a chokehold 😋

"where you goin' babyyyy " gojo whines after you push him back on his bed the second time. his expression is every bit the way he acts around you. lovesick.

"back to my apartment" you reply dismissively, gathering your bag and keys. you curse as you look at the time on your phone. much too late.

it was another impulsive decision on your part. and you really didn't do impulsive.

bare arms wrap around you tightly. "stay the night, pretty pleaseee" he begs , burying his face in the crook of your neck.

you give an irritated huff, twisting out of his embrace and walking out of the bedroom. you hear him trailing behind you like a kicked puppy.

"i even got food , look! its from that one place you love, the one with the yellow signs ! its gonna go to waste! " he says hopefully. as you make your way towards the front door , your gaze falls on the kitchen counter where two covered plates of said food sits. " atleast eat with me!" he whines again.

when you dont respond he snags your wrist. this makes you turn to him sharply.

his hair is mused , grey sweats hang low on his hips. red scratches cover his chest.

you had texted him late. asking to come over. and he had agreed readily. he never said no to you no matter how awful the timing.

you feel a little guilty then. so you start patiently. "look. i had a fucked up day. needed release. thats all."

he is as undeterred as ever. you sometimes wish you had his optimism.

he moves closer to you, "exactly! so les' eat together and we can even watch a movie! and after that we can do round tw—"

you cant stand the sight of his big blue eyes all hopeful and mushy and full of feelings. so you shove him off again.

"i dunno what you think this is. but im not looking for whatever you are trying to offer—other than sex." you say as you walk out the door.

you were being extra harsh on purpose. you had tried everything. kind words, reassurances followed by slow carreses , easy rejections to the commitment bit.

but nothing worked on the man.

he makes a pitiful sound as he hurriedly follows you out of the apartment . barefoot and shirtless. "jus' one date babe. pleasee. i swear ill make you fall in love with me !"

you closed the elevator door on his face.

you could hear him louldy calling out your name as he sprinted down the flights of stairs after you entered the lobby. the lobby receptionist feigned ignorance as gojo caught up to you.

he was full on throwing a tantrum now, voice all loud and high pitched and slightly out of breath, "the dicks good enough for ya! i swear the whole package 's even better ! one date and if i don' succeed we can go back to jus' fuckin' i promise"

embarrasment made your cheeks pink. you knew he was being so openly crass on purpose . a backhanded tactic to pressurize you.

"none can make you cum as hard as i do baby! whose gonna eat you out th—"

"FINE!" you scream as you slap your palms on his mouth , effectively shutting him up.

you could see his eyes scrunch up at the corners. can feel the victorious grin slowly forming against your fingers. he mumbles something. you remove your hand.

"one date. no take backs now. i've got witnesses" he says happily, face all childish mischief. you give a tired sigh.

"yes. one date."

his shit eating grin grows in size. the cold night air turning the tips of his ears pink. with a long finger, he pointed to his lips

"a goodnight kiss, for your future boyfriend?"

"don't test my fucking patience"

[chososprettygirl]

i literally love this.

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Mechanic!Toji accepts another kind of payment (18+)

Walking into the mechanic shop, hoping that your car is finally fixed after months of dealing with your insurance, you’re greeted by a buff, oily man with a stubble and tired eyes. He wears a jumpsuit with the company logo stitched on with the name ‘Toji’ underneath, hair messy, holding a microfiber rag to try and clean up some of the residual grease.

“Fixed your problem ma’am. It was misfiring, replaced the spark plugs, nothing too crazy.”

“Ugh, thank you sir. I have been going back and forth with these insurance agents for months trying to figure out what the issue is. I’m sure you understand.”

“I do,” he says, nodding his head.

You smile softly, reaching into your purse to grab your wallet, but cursing under your breath when you fail to find it.

“Shit. I forgot my wallet. Can I grab it really quick? I know you will close soon, and I am so sorry for the inconvenience.”

It is already late in the day, the moon rising along the horizon as you stand in the middle of this auto shop in your work attire. A long pencil skirt sitting just above your knee, kitten heels that are more for the outfit than the height, and a blouse unbuttoned too far down to be professional anymore.

“I’m sure I can think of another way to pay,” he says, smirking over at you, a devious glint in his eyes.

Now, you’re sitting on his lap in his office chair, pencil skirt hiked up above your hips, blouse ripped open and his cock stuffed deep inside your pussy.

“So wet, fuck,” Toji groans, his fingers gripping the fat of your ass, lifting you up and down on his length.

Slick leaks from your pussy, coating his cock, clenching tight around him every time he buries himself against your cervix. Your nails dig into his shoulders, his jumpsuit pulled down just far enough for his jeans to be unbuttoned and pushed to the side. Moans leave your lips, his thumb rubbing against your clit in tight, quick circles, your nipples brushing on the rough skin of his chest, all of it is pushing you closer and closer to your climax.

“F-feels so g-good,” you stutter, dropping yourself down harder on him, whimpering when his tip drags along your sweet spot.

He slaps your ass, jiggling the plush fat, grunts rumbling out from deep within his chest while your pussy sucks him in unbelievably tight. Finding your lips, he places rough kisses to the side of your mouth, trailing along your jaw, and making his way down your neck. He sucks, bites, licks the soft skin, leaving purple marks that hurt in the best way.

“Yeah? My dick feels that good baby,” he coos, voice low and rough, words vibrating against your skin.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up until no space inside of you is left empty, pushing against your cervix and sweet spot over and over again. Heat pools in your lower belly, slick leaking from you, wetting the fabric of his clothes but you know he couldn’t care less.

“Such a slut. Gotta pay me like the good girl you are, isn’t that right?”

He bounces your harder, rubbing your clit faster, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. His cock twitches deep inside of you, groans pouring from him unashamedly as he fucks into you without faltering.

“Y-yes. Fuck yes,” you whine, grinding your hips, chasing more of the friction he is giving you.

“Go ahead. Cum on my dick. Show me how good it is.”

His words sound like music to your ears, landing right in the pool of heat sitting in your lower belly. Your muscles are taut, your body becoming rigid, movements frantic as you let yourself fall over and the edge.

Cum gushes from your pussy, making a mess out of everything as your walls clamp down tight on his length. He continues fucking into you, letting up only on your clit when your body jerks with overstimulation. His thrusts turn harsher, faster, deeper.

“F-fuck. So tight around m-me,” he says, barely above a whisper as he becomes lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him.

A few more pumps and his head falls back with a guttural groan. Burying himself to the hilt, long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls and leaking back out when nothing more will fit. His fingers dig into the skin of your ass, gripping tighter while you milk him dry, pace stuttering the slower his movements become.

You fall against his chest, heavy breathing, the sound of your heartbeat flooding your ears. Hair sticks to your forehead, your cheeks hot, skin burning from his touch. Shaking still, you calm yourself, the feeling of ecstasy from your orgasm still running rampant through your body.

He taps your ass lightly, signaling for you to get off, and when you do, he smirks up at you while situating his cock back in his boxers. His face is flushed, sweat beading along his forehead, legs trembling ever so slightly from his intense orgasm as he stands.

Grabbing your keys off his desk, he makes his way through the shop door, saying nothing before it closes behind him. You meet him outside, waiting for him to pull your car around while still trying to tame your tangled hair and wrinkled clothes.

When the car comes around the corner, he hops out, handing you a small piece of paper.

His finger traces the line of your jaw, tilting your gaze up towards his while his thumb pulls at your bottom lip. Leaning down, he places a kiss to your lips, his tongue running over yours without entering.

“In case your car has any more issues, or if you feel like you still owe me,” he says, voice smooth and teasing.

When you sit in the driver seat, you open the note, reading out the last 7 digits of his number. You slump into your seat, letting your head fall against the head rest, giving yourself only a second to recover from what just happened before you put the car in drive and make your way home.

He is so cocky, but he will also definitely be hearing from you again.

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3 AM seems to be Toji’s favourite hour

MDNI: lazy/sleepy sex, morning wood, slight breeding kink

He was dragged from his sleep by the very insistent throb between his legs. His cock straining against his boxers, leaking, fabric dampened at the tip.

Even through sleep and dreams he couldn’t get that soft feeling of you around him, taking him soo good each time. Your thighs spread wide for him, that needy little whimper you filling his dream when he first pushes inside, clenching around his cock in that god perfect way as he feels you up obscenely, spilling around the edges.

“Shit…” He rubs his eyes awake with a groan from both the sleep disturbance and his throbbing bulge, his eyes fluttering towards your sleeping form.

Your back’s turned towards him and hugging the blanket between your legs whilst your head rested on his arm, using it as a pillow, it had been quite hot so you hadn’t even bothered to get under the blanket. Your sleeping shirt, which happens to be his shirt riding up your back, panties hugging your ass so prettily it made him twitch.

He shifts closer, wrapping his other free arm around your waist to get a better grip on you, body flush against your back. His clothed erection met the swell of your ass, the contact sending some whisper of a relief through him—a low, breathy moan catching in his throat.

"Fuck," he whispers, jaw opening slack already.

He does it again, slower this time to get a better feel. His hips roll forward, rutting against you through the thin barrier of his leaking boxers. The friction is more annoying to him through his lingering drowsiness—not nearly enough, but just enough to make his hips rut forward without thought.

His arm around your waist pulled you closer while his arm under your head wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you back against him, enveloping you fully.

He buried his face in the back of your neck, inhaling the smell of your hair and of his shirt which now lived with the smell of your perfum.

"Baby," he hums, voice rough with the remenents of his sleep. You stir slightly and the slight turbulence, but you don't wake up. Toji's lips find your neck, trailing sloppy, lazy kisses up the slope— uncoordinated kisses born from the haze between sleep and the need for you. "Doll," he tries again, his hips still moving in slow, grinding motions against your plush skin. "Wake up..."

"Mm?..." Your voice is small, your eyes fluttering open slowly, turning your head barely over your shoulder. "Wha'..."

"Need you," he groans against your ear. His hand slides from your waist to your stomach, groping you gently at the skin. "Dreamt about you... so fuckin’perfect." His other hand slides down, cupping your breast over the loose thin shirt, fingers digging softly into the flesh. Your eyes slowly close once more as you let out a sleepy yet shaky breath, pressing back against him in response.

"How’bout we make a baby," he mumbles against your skin with a very tired smirk, the words sounding both filthy and somehow tender all at once. His hand slid back down your stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of your panties. "what you think?" He kisses the back of your neck, going from small pecks to sloppy open mouth ones.

"Toji..." Heat creeped up your neck and face, breathing quickening at how pleasingly overwhelmed you were already, you kept your sleepy eyes shut, but your body was chasing friction either way, arching away from him so you could feel his throbbing bulge against the swell of your cheeks. Your hands gripping his forearm wrapped around your shoulders.

His fingers slipped beneath the elastic of your panties, finding you warm and already slick, how could you not be after this?

He lets out a low chuckle, "y’like the idea huh," his hot breath hit the back of your neck, “you’ll look so good ma’" You let out whimper at the praise, he rewards you with slow circles against your swelling bud.

"’ji… please," your voice was small, the same as the soft whimpers trailing out of you.

“I got’chu doll.” You only heard him let out a contempt sigh, his rough hand leaves you only long enough to push your soaked panties aside, then doing the same with his boxers, just enough to free his weeping cock, the relief making him groan against your skin, the sound going straight to your own throbbing bundle of nerves.

He grips himself briefly, dragging his leaky tip through your folds, hitting your clit in that delicious way that had you chassing for more.

He pushes in agonizingly slow, every ridge of you dripping self swallowing him inch by inch, stretching you so familiarly good.

He's still very much half-asleep, movements somewhat uncoordinated and dreamy, but the sensation of your heat enveloping him makes his eyes roll back in pure bliss.

"fuuck," he breathes against your shoulder, "baby y’swallowin’ me right up."

His arm tightens around your waist, holding you flush against him as he sinks deeper and deeper, until he's fully seated inside you. When he starts moving it’s with slow—sloppy thrusts, each a long drag, your walls fluttering in rhythm with him, eagerly taking him in.

His hand finds your breast once more, whilst his other arm keeps you steady, kneading gently as his hips rock against your ass. Catching your hardened nipple between his long fingers as he does so.

"S-so deep," you gasp, hands gripping onto either of his arms.

His breath is hot against your ear, low, drowsy grunts coming out with each exhale. "Feels good don’t it baby?" His moans are low and gravelly, each thrust and roll pulling low whines from your own lips. "Gon’fill you up good mama," his words came out slurred, his hand resting on your lower stomach. "this what’chu want yeah?"

"Please," you breathed out, sleepy eyes opened slightly.

You watched his hand slides down your stomach, fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing slow circles matching his messy thrusts. Your walls clenching around him, slick rolling down your thighs.

You pressed your face into the your pillow, muffling all the sweet sweet sounds you were making. "Atta girl," His lips were all over your neck, shoulders, leaving trails of tender lazy kisses.

"Close," you mewled, body tensing in his arms as your own hips moved to meet his own.

"Yeah?" His fingers kept the same slow rhythm, his thrusts becoming deeper, making sure you felt his weeping tip coat your walls with his pre. "Lemme feel it baby, put me back to sleep."

Your back arches away from him, pressing your ass against him as your walls pulse and flutter around his cock, milking and sucking him in deeper. You moan his name, the sound muffled into the pillow as you gripped onto him.

"Shit doll, you’re drooling ‘round me" he groans, hips stuttering as he presses himself flush against you, painting your insides you with a low, drawn-out moan muffled by your hair.

He rolled his hips against yours, making sure every drop was nestle deep inside, loving the way your drooling walls milked him, taking aaall of him.

His arm stayed wrapped around you through both your highs even after minutes had passes, hand splayed protectively over your stomach, both your breathing evening out, growing deeper, slower.

"Don't move," his voice was back to that sleepy, drowsy vibration. “We’ll clean tomorrow.”

You let out a drowsy hum of agreement, too spent and comfortable to protest anyway. The warmth of him surrounding you, the gentle rise and fall of his chest against your back paired with his steady breathing on your neck and the soft kisses he left every few seconds.

You both dozed off to sleep like this. Tangled together, his cock still nestled deep inside you.

first time writing for toji hopefully that turned out good lol

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──── ˙ . ꒷ . 𖦹˙ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍!

‧₊˚ ୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝓖.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 and the pretty waitress at his local tavern ⋅ ✰

☆ ──꒰𝓢𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧!꒱ ❞

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૮₍ cowboyjo ⑅₎ა is the town’s most infamous rancher— tall, loud, and impossible to ignore with his snow-white hair under a black cowboy hat. He rides into town on his massive white stallion every few days just to sit in your section at the little sunflower-yellow diner.

૮₍ cowboyjo ⑅₎ა The first time he saw you, you were humming while pouring coffee and accidentally did a little happy spin after delivering a big tip. He nearly fell off his chair laughing and declared you “the brightest thing in this dusty town.”

૮₍ cowboyjo ⑅₎ა He always takes the same booth by the window so he can watch you move around the diner like a ray of sunshine. He calls it “prime sunshine viewing.”

૮₍ cowboyjo ⑅₎ა His order is always the same: black coffee, two slices of pie, and “whatever smile you’re givin’ out today, darlin’.”

You once brought him a slice of pie with a little whipped cream smiley face on it. He’s been whipped ever since.

૮₍ cowboyjo ⑅₎ა Gojo tips ridiculously well.

૮₍ cowboyjo ⑅₎ა The other ranch hands tease him endlessly because he, the six-foot-four menace who can out-rope anyone in the county, gets flustered when you call him “Mr. Gojo” in your sweet voice.

૮₍ cowboyjo ⑅₎ა On slow days, he’ll linger for hours, spinning his hat on his finger and telling you dramatic (mostly exaggerated) stories about chasing bandits or taming wild horses just to keep you at his table longer.

૮₍ cowboyjo ⑅₎ა He started calling you “Sunshine” unprompted and now the whole town knows you by that nickname thanks to him.

૮₍ cowboyjo ⑅₎ა You taught him how to fold paper flowers during your break one day. He now leaves them on the counter for you with little notes like “For the prettiest waitress in the West.”

૮₍ cowboyjo ⑅₎ა He’s convinced you’re magic because “no one should be allowed to be that warm and bright in a town this dusty.” He says it completely seriously.

૮₍ cowboyjo ⑅₎ა On your day off, he showed up at your door with two horses and took you on a picnic to his favorite hilltop. He was so proud when you told him it was the best day you’d had in months.

૮₍ cowboyjo ⑅₎ა Gojo lets exactly one person touch his hat — you. You once put it on your head while teasing him and he went bright red under his tan.

૮₍ cowboyjo ⑅₎ა started helping around the diner on busy days without being asked — carrying heavy trays, fixing the loose step out front, and charming all the old ladies who adore him.

૮₍ cowboyjo ⑅₎ა Every time you laugh at one of his dumb jokes, he looks at you like he just won the biggest prize in the county.

૮₍ cowboyjo ⑅₎ა He’s already decided (and loudly told his best friend Geto) that he’s going to marry “that sunshine waitress” one day. He just hasn’t worked up the courage to say it to you… yet.

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────────── in his office, toji finally loses control and fucks you over his desk, whispering filthy things about how long he’s wanted you. / 18+ smut drabble

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toji has you bent over his desk, skirt bunched up around your waist and your panties dangling from one ankle. his thick cock stretches you open with every brutal thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through his quiet office.

“fuck… been teasing me for months in these tight little outfits,” he growls, one big hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise while the other fists your hair. “walking around my office with your ass looking like that… tits spilling out of those blouses. you wanted this, didn’t you?”

you moan loudly, cheek pressed against the cool wood of his desk as he fucks you deeper.

“yes— fuck, toji—”

“that’s boss to you, sweetheart,” he snarls, slamming into you so hard the desk creaks. “been dying to ruin this tight pussy since the first day you showed up looking like a fucking slut for me.”

he leans over you, chest pressed to your back, lips brushing your ear as he pounds into you relentlessly.

“you feel how deep i am? this is what you get for dressing like you’re begging to be fucked over your boss’s desk.” his hand slides between your legs, fingers rubbing your swollen clit in rough circles. “fuck, you’re so wet for me… dripping all over my cock like a desperate little whore.”

you whimper, pushing back against him, legs shaking.

“gonna fuck you every day now,” toji groans, voice low and filthy. “bend you over this desk whenever i want. fill this greedy pussy up until you’re leaking my cum down your thighs while you try to work.”

he bites down on your shoulder, thrusting harder, faster, the wet obscene sounds filling the room.

“and you’re gonna keep wearing those tight fucking clothes… because we both know you love being my office slut.”

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[sweethearticism]

──── GUYS MY AGE DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOVE ME ₎ა ˙˖

ᘛ ꒰ 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑!𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅.𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ੭

guys your age just really don't know how to do it for you huh? not a problem when he's twice your age though, hunny.

ᝰ.☆ cws : age gap ( 20s/40s ) :: smut :: modern aus :: crime syndicates :: violence :: scandal :: tropes and subversions :: romanceable oc ( gojo enari )

˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓕.𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ::

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⤿ x college girl reader ⤿ x assassin reader

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[sweethearticism]

NEED TO ADD SATOSHI AND HIGURUMA

[plumkissed]

first kiss with boyfriend!choso except he doesn’t know what a kiss is ᝰ.ᐟ fluff, fem!reader

“do you think it’d be weird if i kissed him?”

maki had looked at you like you had two heads when she asked, “why would that be weird? he’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”

“well, yeah… but, isn’t the guy usually supposed to do it first?”

“choso wasn’t even a fully conscious being a year ago.” she scoffed, “your boyfriend is essentially one of those expanding pill toys we used to soak in the sink as kids. there’s nothing ‘usual’ about you two. I say go for it.”

you nibble the inside of your lip as you think back to the conversation you’d had with your friend just a few hours earlier. she was right, there is absolutely nothing normal about a jujutsu sorcerer and a death painting being in a relationship, so perhaps it isn’t fair to apply the same expectations you would a normal guy to choso. and though he was different from any guy you’d been with before, you could say with utmost certainty that no one has ever treated you as well as your sweet boy does, even if his methods were a little unconventional at times and he still referred to you as his ‘mate’ instead of his girlfriend. but that was just something you’d gotten used to.

the two of you are sat under a tree on a breezy day with your back against the bark and choso’s head tucked in your lap contently. he has his eyes closed but you can tell he’s not sleeping, just resting, his pretty lashes kissing his cheeks. chest rising and falling slowly. if anything, his relaxed stature should mirror onto you but it only makes you more nervous.

gently, you move to hold his face in your hands, thumbs dusting over his cheeks which makes him exhale a breath through his nose a little heavier in response. though no longer a stranger to your touch, it still makes his heart skip all the same. choso and affection had never crossed paths until he’d met you.

and slowly, you lower your face to his, eyes drawing to a close when you carefully slot your lips over his own. you remain there for a beat before you pull away to see a pair of alerted, intense eyes staring directly into yours.

“what did you just do?”

he’s so matter of fact. you still aren’t quite sure if you’re used to how much weight his voice has when he uses it. how it feels like he’s speaking into you instead of to you.

“um, I-“ you swallow, hard. “it was a kiss. i kissed you.”

you hadn’t really thought this through, you realize as your mouth runs dry. feels like it’s been filled with sand.

“why? what is a ‘kiss’?” he’d paused to taste the word, like he’d never spoken it before. because he hadn’t.

“it’s what you do when you like someone. when words aren’t enough to show it. you put your lips on theirs, and… move them.”

you were going to kill maki.

he nods, but he still seems to be thinking on it. “what does it mean?”

“it’s kind of hard to explain. but it’s supposed to be a good thing, you know… that couples do.” he shifts slightly, arms coming up to cross under his head instead. his knuckles brushing against the skin of your thighs, the feeling of his hands making you fidget a bit. they were almost hot.

“how’d it make you feel?” you ask.

“do it again.”

“what?”

he repeats himself, “do it again. you caught me off guard the first time.”

so you do as you’re told. once. just a peck, barely a second. then again, but this time, you stay long enough to feel his lips tentatively start to move against yours. to feel them press deeper into yours when his chin tilts upwards.

a breath is shared between the two of you, lips ghosting against each other’s before you pull away completely.

your heart is beating fast and you know he can sense it.

“so? now how do you feel?” it comes out really soft because you’re nervous and you truly can’t read him right now.

he looks… confused. curious? you don’t know, but there’s a harsh line between his brows while he mulls on his answer.

“warm. like my blood is about to burst through my veins any second now… like—“ his lips close, then part again, but it takes a few more seconds for words to escape and for the first time ever you hear choso trip over his words. “like the feeling you get when you’re getting ready to fight someone. but… different. more intense.”

“cho, it’s okay if you didn’t like—“

he doesn’t let you finish.

“give me more,” and he tacks it on for good measure because yuji’s told him he needs to work on his manners. “please.”

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©plumkissed 2026

[blonded123456]

cocky nerdjo ! + bff suguru | next

first time writing for nerdjo kinda nervous

also please tell me you get the glee reference

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[6eyez4you-deactivated20260529]

PROLOGUE . . . frat jjk!men accidentally sees nerd!reader at the club house—without the nerd look!

a/n: part one out now! check here

cw: ooc since this is an au (they're not completely off their canon personas tho), choso wears glasses, big back sukuna, playboy gojo, all of them are in graduate school.

ft. satoru gojo, kento nanami, sukuna ryomen, choso kamo, suguru geto, and hiromi higuruma.

© theonlysatoru | © 6eyez4you — all rights reserved.

[lilithkleia]

cum as moisturiser? (reupload).

“hey kuna…you ever heard of people using salmon sperm in skincare?”

“the hell—why would someone do that for?”

sukuna knew your skincare routine down to every single oil, every moisturiser and exactly what order you used them in. and fish sperm was not one of those things. at least he hoped it wasn’t.

“ugh my acne is back again.”

you hated the stupid pimples that lingered on your skin—constantly fighting the urge to just pop them all and hoping to god they disappear instead of leaving pesky little scabs.

“do you want me…to buy salmon sperm? where the fuck am i supposed to find that shit?”

“i had something else in mind.” you smiled at him, almost gently. it was then that sukuna knew that he was fucked. (heh)

—

“ffuuuck was this your plan all along?”

you were between his massive thighs, his cock flushed, leaking right infront of you while you spat on the palm of your hands, stroking his shaft slowly while he groaned, his head titled back while he tried to swallow his moans.

“well your cum will have to do right?”

you were placing kisses on his cock, licking a singular stripe before resting your head on his thigh while stroking him, his balls tightening as you squeezed your hand around him.

“m close—fuck you’re insane.”

you smiled against him, placing his dick close to your face while he came, your face now painted white with his cum, dripping down your chin while he looked down at you slowly.

“you’re a sick freak.”

“well we’re about to see if this works.” you smeared it across your face, before letting it sit for a couple of minutes, licking your fingers clean before you washed it off of your face.

—

“SUKUNA IT WORKED YOUR CUM IS MAGIC I LOVE YOU!” you squealed before leaping into his arms, the acne that was all over your face slowly disappearing while you stared at you, confused and a little scared.

“you’re…welcome, doll.”

“we are SO doing that again. skincare is expensive. why would i bother when my boyfriend’s cum is FREE.”

“am i just a free cumslut to you.” he said, almost serious.

“yes, yes you are baby.”

it deleted. fml and fuck tumblr too. gn. @yoonsucks @yorikae

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