#Toji said f those kids(Gojo)

[baeglbites]

In another world Toji is that one neighbor who fights kids (Gojo)

(To be fair Gojo probably provoked him lol)

[cursingtoji]

the cardio machine i want is on the cardio machine

cw: gym rat toji x loser!gf - size kink, sweat kink (?), toji is a big old meanie. loser!gf series: geto gojo nanami.

loser!reader who, like a million other sedentary people on new year’s eve, said “new year new me” and proceeded to enroll at the local gym.

gym rat!toji who knew how things are in the beginning of the year, so the first week he arrives one hour earlier than usual to avoid all the lazy fucks that won’t last two months.

of course he makes a few mental bets on the ones that would quit and how long it would take, you included.

it’s easy to spot the “i don’t want lift weights cause i don’t want look jacked” type of girl.

at the breaks between one set and the other he looked around, not surprised to see you slowing down the treadmill after running not even two whole minutes.

sometimes he caught you staring at him through the mirror, not an uncommon occurrence amonst the women there, though you surprised him one day by tapping his shoulder after he finishing his weighted squats.

“can you… give me a few tips?” he looked so intimidated, from up close his shoulders looked like a wall, he stared at you from above, dark green eyes seemed to be heavily judging you, “never mind this was a bad idea, sorry” you turned around, grabbing you bottle and running off the gym.

by the time you managed to gather the courage to show your face back there two whole weeks had passed.

“consistency is the key you know” you were distracted looking down your phone while slowly walking the treadmill when the handsome man appeared beside you, the sudden presence destabilized you.

before you could become the viral video of the week when inevitably a gym employee decides to post the security footage of your ass rolling off the active treadmill, toji wrapped one big arm around your waist and pulled you to the stable floor.

“you caught me off guard the other day” he said completely unfazed by saving you from a life of embarrassment, “then you disappeared.”

“yeah i didn’t know if i wanted to come back anyways, i haven’t see any results so far” you pulled the hem of your shirt down.

toji snorted, “‘course you ain’t seeing results, sweetheart, you don’t lift.”

“well, it’s hard…” toji rolled his eyes, there was always an excuse.

though he also did a new year’s resolution of being more patient, for his kids primarily but teaching a cute thing like you could be a good exercise too.

soon enough, toji was correcting your form, texting you asking why you haven’t showed up to the gym and ringing your bell incessantly when you complained about muscle pain and said you wouldn't go that day.

“it’ll feel better once you start to move” he explained, resting on your door frame when you opened the door on your pajamas.

“let me alone, just today” you whined.

“you asked for my help now go put on something without cartoons on it” he waited for you to turn around and slapped your butt. it had been only one week he was coaching you but there was already a weird intimacy due to the fact he was pretty much always looking at your body and touching you.

to correct your form. obviously.

"what do i have to do today, coach fushiguro?" you asked from your bedroom through an ajar door which allowed toji to get a peek at your pink underwear and cute ass.

"cardio, bicycle first. get some blood flowing on those sore muscles" he tilted his head and raised his eyebrows watching you bend over to grab a biker shorts at the lowest drawer then holding back a laughter at the grunt of pain coming from you.

"once it gets better i can teach you other types of cardio" he walked around your kitchen examining your cabinets and stuff you kept in your fridge. needless to say it was all junk.

"can't wait" you replied sarcastically, failing to understand the meaning.

it took a few more days till you got used to toji's training, then he decided to focus on your upper body.

"such a simple movement, how do you manage to get that wrong?" he raised from the bench he was sitting behind you watching your form through the mirror. you almost dropped the weights at your feet when he came close. it was almost scary how much bigger than you he was especially seeing it throght the mirror. his right hand wrapped around yours on the dumbell and his bicep touched your arm as he pushed your arm closer to your body, "tuck your elbows in, straight your back" his free hand pushed your shoulders till they were touching his chest.

how come he smelled so good, so... musky and...

"are you even making any force?" he lowered his head, his reflection looking annoyed. so you decided to ignore the sudden heat between your thighs and flex your arm the way he taught you.

and just like he promised, when you were consistent enough and handling a good 5 minute run he decided to show you a more pleasing cardio.

"toji please~" you whined, thighs burning from riding him, you were using his rock hard abdomen as a support, but still.

"one more minute, come on" he looked at the watch on his wrist and slapped your ass, "haven't i prep-ed you good enough?" his thumb rubbed your bottom lip then pushed in meeting your tongue, where you tasted yourself in his digits one hour after he ringed your bell and said he was going to reward your good discipline, but he had to strech you first.

"good girl" you felt his abdomn flex when he raised from his laying position on your bed, "now leave it to daddy" he pecked your lips and quickly changed positions, putting a pillow under your ass and rolling his neck to start his cardio of the day.

[adimilkys]

Can you please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do jjk (especially nanami and toji) with s/o in their special time that doesn't want their children to hear them? (I'm 26, not native speaker, new on Tumblr but love Ur acc)

Be quiet, love.

warnings : MDNI 18+, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, biting, not proofread

Contains : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento

note : I will do a part two 100% with more characters, I just had no idea what to write for Toji for now (sorry anon) my brain is dead from working... also this is hurried because I haven’t posted anything for so longg

part two (soon)

Gojo Satoru

You’re in the kitchen, drinking water after finally putting your kid to sleep. Satoru was still in their bedroom reading a bed time story, even after a full day of chaos you weren’t that tired, which was surprising as your days lately just ended with falling asleep within seconds from exhaustion.

Suddenly, you felt hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you back. Satoru leaving kisses all over your neck and shoulders. “Do you know how hard has it been for me all day? Wearing those shorts that barely cover your ass… tsk, naughty girl~”

He spun you around, picked you up and sat you down on the counter, continuing his assault to your neck. “Toru… not in here-” you whined, trying to pull his head away- which of course doesn’t work.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer… need you so badly.” He whined, his hands sneaking under your shirt, pinching your nipples.

“What if baby wakes u-” He slammed his lips on yours, cutting you off. His tongue slid over your lips, when you didn’t open them one of his hands slid down and cupped your pussy, making you gasp. He didn’t waste any time, immediately entering your mouth.

“I’ll be quick” with that, he grabbed your shorts and pulled them off right with your panties. You knew damn well that was a lie, Satoru is never quick, he loves taking his time while fucking you, making sure to fill you up until his cum is spilling out of you.

He replaced his tongue with two of his fingers, making you slightly gag. “Suck.” You complied, staring up at him with teary eyes, swirling your tongue around his fingers. He cursed under his breath at your face. “You tease… giving me the fuck me eyes, hm?”

His fingers left your mouth, immediately going down and entering your hole, making you gasp. Not wasting any time he scissored you, making sure to loosen you up as fast as possible, feeling if he didn’t, he would burst in his pants just from looking at you.

You hid your face in his neck, trying to muffle your moans. “Just like that wifey, you don’t want to wake baby up, right?”

As you were about to cum he pulled his fingers away, making you whine which was immediately replaced by a gasp- filling you up with a quick thrust.

He groaned into your ear, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist, giving you no time to adjust he started pounding into you at an inhuman pace.

“T-Toru!” You moaned a little too loud, biting his shoulder to contain your moans. “Shh… You’re doing so g-good… fuck.” Satoru bit his lip, trying to be quiet as well.

His pace has not slowed down even a little, going faster and faster, hitting that one spot- giving you no mercy.

“C-Close!” You managed to say before letting out a cry, your feet digging into his back as you came all around his cock.

Fuck, you were gripped him so tight. With a few more deep thrusts he buried himself right against your cervix and shoot out ropes of his cum.

You didn’t even get any time to calm down before you heard little footsteps upstairs. Immediately pushing Satoru away to put on your shorts.

“Mama… Papa?” Your kid yawned, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Sweetheart… what are you doing up?” You said trying to stand up but wincing at the sudden pain in your legs. Satoru decided to be the one to take over the situation, walking up to the little kid and taking them in his arms.

“I heard some noises…” Satoru sighed, nodding your way and taking baby up the stairs back to their bedroom.

“Papa?”

“Yes baby?”

“Why do you have a bite mark there?”

Nanami Kento

Lately you and your husband haven’t had time for any activity in bed. Your kid has gotten the flu which was really stressing. Not to mention that they’re extra clingy while sick too, always needing your attention.

Finally it has calmed down, and your baby was out asleep because of the meds. “God I need a long, relaxing bath after this week.” You sighed falling onto the couch.

“Already done, love. Even added all your oils in it.” You looked over to your husband, a grin on your face, opening your arms motioning for him to come and hug you.

“I love you so much, my amazing husband.” You left kisses all over his face while he held you in his arms. “Then I hope you wouldn’t mind if I… joined you?”

You leaned over to his ear, whispering "of course not" which made him immediately pick you up, throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the bathroom while you laughed.

He didn't waste any time in undressing you, knowing your baby could wake up. You got in the bath, Kento right behind you. You sighed leaning your head back on his shoulder, the warm water soothing your muscles.

Suddenly you felt kisses all over you neck, the mouth finding your sweet spot and sucking on it, making you let out a quiet moan. "Just relax, let me take care of you, love."

One of his hand toyed with your nipples, while the other with your folds. "No teasing, Ken..." he chuckled, two of his fingers entering your hole, making you gasp.

He found your spot in no time, abusing it over and over again. You couldn't contain your moans, thank god your bathroom was far away from the babies room.

"S-Shit- I'm-"

"Close? Cum f'me, love" he didn't have to tell you twice, you came hard all around his fingers, a silent scream leaving your lips. "S'good f'me... my pretty wife." He pulled his fingers out, grabbing your face and connecting his lips with yours, the kiss was gentle, full of love.

"I'm going to enter now, alright?" You nod your head, your nails were digging into his thighs. He positioned himself against your entrance before slowly thrusting in.

Even though it's not your first time, with Kento it feels like it is every single time. "S-So big- ugh...!" you moaned, your head threw back, eyes closed.

His thrusts started off slow, but sped up every second, some of the water splashing out of the bath and onto the floor. "You feel so good, love-" He groaned into your ear, his hands gripping your hips.

Suddenly he pulled out, you whining at the lost sensation before he picked you up, left the bath and bent you over the bathroom sink, entering you once again.

"Look at yourself, hm? So beautiful, all mine..." he grabbed your face once again, making sure you're looking in the mirror. You're hair was sticking to your face, water droplets flowing down your body. You could also see the way his dick moved in and out of your pussy, stretching it out.

His hands were wrapped around your waist, his eyes piercing right through yours in the mirror, making you flustered, wanting to look away but he doesn't let you.

His thrusts were speeding up, one of his hands lowered and went over to your clit, rubbing it. "Haah... Kennn-"

"Shit... come with me baby" With a loud moan you came, him not long after you, spilling his cum inside of you.

Both of you were panting, as he pulled out you could feel his cum spilling out of you, making you shudder at the sensation.

"You did so good love, come on let's get you dried up."

[kikyoupdates]

For Tomorrow's Sake ⭑˚💫⭑ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔

various!jjk x f!reader

reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn

You never believed reincarnation was possible, least of all in the fictional world of Jujutsu Kaisen. However, from the moment you meet Gojo Satoru, it’s impossible to deny. Whether it’s a miracle or some kind of curse, you find yourself growing up alongside the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Unfortunately, you know what the future holds in store. You know exactly what kind of tragedies await. Perhaps that’s why you were brought into this world. If it means saving people from a gruesome fate, you’ll gladly suffer in their place. You’ll do whatever it takes. All for the sake of a better tomorrow.

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Toji finds himself at a loss for words.   

Today, he made up his mind to pay a visit to the so-called 'strongest' sorcerer, Gojo Satoru. He wanted to witness the pinnacle of jujutsu for himself. To see, with his own eyes, what someone truly blessed—in all the ways he isn’t —can amount to.   

Toji was already surprised that Satoru took note of him. Never in his life has anyone else been able to do that. It seems it really is true. That a mere child possesses power beyond anyone’s wildest dreams. However, right now, he’s surprised for a different reason entirely.   

And of course, that reason is you .   

Toji blinks. He can’t help but wonder if he must be imagining things. It wouldn’t make much sense otherwise. There’s no rational explanation for what’s happening. Did some strange little girl seriously just walk up to him and ask for his help?   

“What,” Toji simply replies. It’s not even really a question. Rather, he’s in disbelief. And you’re still standing in front of him, looking up at him with hope and admiration.   

To be honest, no one has ever looked at him that way.  

“I want to become strong, just like you,” you repeat, and even now, your smile shows no signs of disappearing. “Since you don’t have any cursed energy, by any chance, do you… fight using cursed tools? Because I’d like to try learning how to use them as well. I’ve been looking for someone to help train me.”   

Satoru gapes at you. “Uh, [Name]? What are you saying? You can’t just ask some random weirdo to train you! We don’t even know who he is!”   

“It’s not nice to call people weirdos, Satoru. Especially when you barely know them.”   

“Either way, he’s still a stranger! Why did you even walk up to him in the first place? You’re seriously crazy!”   

Toji blinks yet again. Is this… some kind of joke? A comedy routine? Standing right in front of him is Gojo Satoru, hailed as the pride and joy of the jujutsu world. Even as young as he currently is, he can go head-to-head with the most formidable, elite sorcerers—and not only that, but he’d win .   

A few moments ago, Toji felt a chill in the air, and it wasn’t due to the cold winter breeze. When Satoru turned towards him, with those eerie, piercing blue eyes of his, Toji immediately felt inferior. Even more so than he already did. He’s not the type to get intimidated, and yet, there was no denying the sheer pressure behind that young boy’s gaze.  

Except now, that pressure is gone.   

All Toji sees is two stupid, bickering kids.   

“We’re leaving,” Satoru grits out. He glares pointedly up at Toji, still with his little arms wrapped around you, and the expression he makes is juvenile, or rather, childish . Because technically, he is a child.   

Toji just stands there with a frown. He’s heard of Gojo Satoru, of course, but he has absolutely no idea who you’re supposed to be. A relative, perhaps? Or a friend? But you just said that you’re not strong. That’s why you want to get stronger. Would the Gojo Clan really permit their prized jewel to waste time frolicking with some talentless little brat?   

“I can’t leave yet,” you insist. Satoru tries to pull you along, but you root your feet firmly into the ground, making it clear that you’re not going anywhere. Then you look back at Toji and smile once again. “What do you say, mister? Would you be willing to help train me? I’m [Name], by the way. What’s your name?”   

“Stop it!” Satoru fumes. “You shouldn’t go around telling strangers your name!”   

“But you already said my name earlier, and he obviously heard it. Silly Satoru. Always getting worked up for no reason. Don’t worry, I got this. Just watch and learn.”   

You grin confidently, and Toji can’t help but marvel at your idiocy. Or perhaps it’s lunacy. Either way, it doesn’t make much of a difference.   

“No,” he replies, watching as your expression drops. “Why should I train some brat I just met? You must have lived a very sheltered life until now, if you feel comfortable going around asking others for favors.”   

Satoru furiously grinds his teeth together. “How dare you. You don’t know anything about her. Rotten old fart. [Name]’s life has been anything but sheltered. If you don’t shut up, I’ll kick your ass.”  

“I’m nowhere near as old as you seem to think I am,” Toji scowls.   

Whatever. He’s had enough foolishness for one day. He already did what he set out to do. He came here to steal a glimpse of Gojo Satoru, and all it did was sour his mood even more. He’s better off walking away before he loses his temper.   

And so, he leaves. Or at least, he tries to.   

You’ve grabbed onto his arm and are refusing to let go.   

“Please at least hear me out, mister,” you insist. Toji stares down at you in stark disbelief, and meanwhile, Satoru outright gasps. Honestly, he kind of looks like he’s about to pass out. Your never-ending antics really aren’t good for his heart.   

It’s absurd. Two little kids are basically playing tug-of-war at Toji’s expense. Of course, he could push you back with ease, although something tells him the strongest jujutsu sorcerer wouldn’t take too kindly to that. Which just makes it even more tempting, truthfully. Toji already resents the world of jujutsu as it is. Perhaps purposefully angering Gojo Satoru, even at the risk of his own life, might give him some relief.   

He could do it. He could pick a fight if he really wanted to. Also, there’s no guarantee he’d lose. Maybe he should give it a try. If he were to somehow win against this spoiled brat who’s been blessed with everything he could ever dream of… maybe finally, the Zen’in Clan would acknowledge him.   

The longer Toji stares into Satoru’s pale, blindingly blue eyes, the more he feels like testing his luck. The more he itches to bring the world of jujutsu sorcerers, and everything it stands for, crumbling into pieces.   

But he doesn’t.   

Your next words resonate with him more than he could ever have imagined.   

“My family hated me because I was so weak,” you say, keeping your little hands tightly wrapped around Toji’s arm as you stare up at him, gaze solemn and determined. “They told me I was worthless, and that I would never amount to anything. My dad beat me really badly one day because he was so embarrassed of me. I’m sure it would have kept happening if Satoru hadn’t offered to let me live with him instead. I might not have zero cursed energy, like you, but I barely have enough to qualify as a sorcerer, and everyone always looks down on me for it. I think it’s unfair how some people get judged and cast aside, before they get the chance to prove themselves. Even if you don’t have any cursed energy, it’s obvious to me that you’re really strong. And it makes me feel like I could maybe be strong one day, too. I know it probably sounds like a hassle, but is there even a chance you might consider it? I could—oh, I know! I could pay you. Would you do it then? If I paid you enough?”  

Yet again, Toji finds himself at a loss for words.   

“Um… unfortunately, this is all I have on me right now.” You dig into your yukata and pull out a few wrapped candies, then gently place them into Toji’s open palm. He blinks, incredulous, as you smile once more. “I’ll pay you with real money, of course. Think of these candies as a promise, or like a down payment. I live with the Gojo Clan, and they’ve got a lot of money. If you agree to help train me, you might even become rich.”   

Satoru’s jaw couldn’t possibly be hanging any lower. “[Name], what the hell? I just told you to leave this geezer alone, and now you’re saying you’re going to pay him?!”  

“Well, I wouldn’t be the one paying, technically. Your relatives would.”   

“And you’re just assuming they’ll go along with this?!”   

“Maybe. If you do a good job of convincing them.”   

You grin widely. Toji is quickly realizing that you’re a cheeky little brat, and apparently, even Gojo Satoru doesn’t quite know how to handle you. Not that it stops him from trying, though. Satoru grits his teeth as he struggles to pull you back. He must be consciously avoiding using his cursed energy, so as not to hurt you even a little. But without it, he’s physically no stronger than an ordinary seven-year-old kid. It also doesn’t help that you’ve latched onto Toji with seemingly all the strength you can muster.  

God. This situation is so ridiculous, it’s almost laughable.   

“I’m not going!” you insist, burying your face in the sleeves of Toji’s kimono as he sighs irritably. “You can’t make me, Satoru! I need to hear how this nice mister responds first! And even if he says no again, I’m going to stay here until I change his mind!”   

Toji knits his brows together. “Aren’t you jumping to conclusions by assuming I’m nice?”  

“Oh. Maybe. But I like to try and stay optimistic,” you beam.   

 “It’s called being dumb , not optimistic,” Satoru grimaces. “We seriously need to go , already! You’re taking things too far!”   

He must have just mustered up the nerve to strengthen himself using cursed energy, because finally, he manages to pull you away from Toji. You stumble backwards, losing your balance in the process, but Satoru catches you in his arms and holds you tight, refusing to let you break free again.   

Strange. Toji always imagined that the strongest would be elevated above everyone else, detached from reality, seemingly in a world of their own. Like some kind of deity, so to speak. At least, based on the way that everyone seems to worship him.   

But he’s actually… surprisingly human. He has someone he cherishes deeply and strives to protect.   

Toji isn’t quite sure whether that makes him feel better or worse.   

“You’re awfully chatty, even for a kid,” Toji remarks. He stares down at the candies you just placed in his hand, but rather than handing them back to you or tossing them aside, he just shrugs and places them in his pocket. “You asked what my name was, didn’t you? It’s Zen’in Toji. You and that boy both belong to the Gojo Clan, so you must understand what this means. Our clans despise each other. Even if I agreed to help you, do you really think they would allow such a thing?”   

Right. You remember that was briefly touched on in the series. It had something to do with the former clan heads having killed each other in the past. The Gojo Clan and the Zen’in Clan have some particularly bad blood between them.  

Then again, the past is the past. What’s done is already done. There’s no point in worrying about something you can’t change.   

You must constantly face forward, towards the future .   

Toji can’t possibly understand it, and neither can Satoru, for that matter, but it’s okay. You’ve already decided that this will be your burden to bear. So, yeah. You could care less about a petty feud between clans. It’s nowhere near enough to deter you or keep you from accomplishing what you’ve set out to do.   

“Yeah. I’ve heard about it. I know that the Gojo Clan and Zen’in Clan don’t like each other,” you say.  

Toji nods. “Good. So, that means you understand how—”   

“I don’t really care, though.”   

“...what?”   

“I don’t care,” you repeat, and Toji can’t help the way his eyes widen. “How is it my fault that something like that happened a long time ago? It’s not like I was involved. It’s not like any of the people still alive today were involved either. Honestly, most jujutsu sorcerers are stupid. They care about stupid things and look down on others just because they don’t align with what they think is right. They can be upset if they want to be. I’m not trying to become stronger because I want anyone’s approval. I’m doing it because it’s important to me. So that I can protect the people I care about and make a difference. Even if others still consider me to be weak, based on their first impression of me… it’s fine. Because I’ll know they’re wrong. And that’s enough.”   

It really is absurd. What are you, six, seven years old? You’re just a kid. You’re supposed to be naive and ignorant to the harsh reality of the world.   

Yet, ironically, you sound more mature and clear-minded than any of the shitty, elitist adults Toji has ever known.   

This time, he really can’t help it.   

He laughs.   

“Haha… ha!” Toji throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut, as the laughter rumbles up from deep inside his belly. It’s honestly cathartic. He can’t remember the last time he laughed this hard. In fact, he can’t remember the last time he laughed at all .   

Satoru pulls you even further back and shudders. “Ugh. This guy seriously gives me the creeps. [Name], I’m telling you, he’s bad news.”   

“If he wanted to hurt me, I’m sure he would have already done it by now,” you shrug.   

“What kind of reasoning is that…?”   

“Ah, that’s funny,” Toji keeps on laughing. He pauses to wipe the small tears that have formed in his eyes, then grins. “I didn’t know kids could be so entertaining. You seem much smarter than I initially gave you credit for. You’re probably smarter than the entire Zen’in Clan. Those bastards can’t even tell the difference between a head and an ass.”   

“Now he’s even comparing heads and asses,” Satoru whispers in your ear. “I’m starting to think he might be a pervert, too.”   

Toji slowly turns away. “Don’t change your way of thinking. It’d be a shame. You’re right that jujutsu sorcerers are all a bunch of idiots. This whole world they’ve built up is a joke. Like you said, they refuse to acknowledge anything that doesn’t align with their own beliefs. They’re all pathetic, narrow-minded scum.”   

Wow. Is Toji really venting to you right now? Meeting Satoru was one thing, but surely, you could never have been prepared for something like this .   

It makes you happy, though. If it brings him even a little bit of relief, you’ll gladly listen to him complain, over and over again.   

“Goodbye, strange little girl,” Toji chuckles. “[Name], you said? I’ll remember it. This day turned out to be unexpectedly amusing.”   

“Oh. You’re leaving? But… you never answered my question,” you frown. “Will you help train me? Or at the very least, will you try to consider it?”   

Toji is already walking away, waving you off with the back of his hand, and Satoru will be damned if he lets you chase after him again.   

Still, all things considered, this encounter went a lot better than you thought it would. It was a long shot anyway. At least you tried.   

What you don’t realize, however, is that Toji is still thinking of his meeting with you, even by the time he returns back to the Zen’in estate. He remembers your words from before, and as he passes by several clan members, somehow, their scornful looks don’t bother him quite as much as they used to.   

It’s a momentary reprieve, but he’s grateful for it.   

“Are you… Toji?”   

Toji turns his head. He’s sitting out in the courtyard, and a child has just walked up to him. He seems to be having lots of encounters with children today, for whatever reason. Although this child isn’t entirely unfamiliar to him. He recognizes him based on his appearance. After all, he’s the one rumored to take over as the leader of the clan one day. The youngest son of Zen’in Naobito. Naoya.  

Toji doesn’t bother responding. He just stares at him, with a sharp, unwavering gaze, and Naoya immediately freezes up.  

Truth be told, Naoya came here to mock Toji. He planned on finally seeing for himself what the infamous man with no cursed energy was like. He wanted to get a glimpse of his sad, pitiful expression. To ridicule someone weaker than him.  

Except Naoya can’t seem to do that, because just by looking at Toji, he can tell.  

This man is strong .   

Toji eventually turns away, still without uttering a single word, and Noaya watches as Toji pulls out the candies you handed him earlier. He stares at them, then chuckles. He isn’t unwrapping them to eat them or anything. It’s also strange that the coldness in his gaze has suddenly disappeared. His expression looks a bit more gentle now.   

Naoya swallows the lump in his throat and awkwardly approaches. “Is that candy? Do you… like sweets?”   

“Hm? No, not really.”  

“Oh. Then what’s the candy for?”   

Toji continues staring down at the palm of his hand. The silence feels unsettling to Naoya, especially because of the immense pressure Toji constantly exudes, but eventually, another chuckle can be heard.   

“This isn’t just candy,” Toji muses. “It’s… a down payment.” 

No matter how hard you try, there are bound to be some instances where things don’t work out the way you want them to.   

Based on how Toji walked off without giving you a proper answer, naturally, you figure it’s a done deal. It’s disappointing, of course, because you dared to imagine a world in which Toji doesn’t go on to commit atrocities, but not everything can be changed. Not always.   

You’re in for one hell of a surprise, though.   

“...he’s here,” Satoru mumbles one day, seemingly out of nowhere. You watch as his eyes widen, and he turns his head towards the entrance of the estate. “That man we met a while ago. The one with no cursed energy. He’s here .”   

“What?”   

You can’t quite believe it—at least, not until you walk past all the buildings and see him with your own eyes.   

Once again, Toji stands in front of you.  

“Yay, Toji! You really came!”   

Without even thinking twice, you run up to him and attempt to wrap your little arms around his broad frame. Toji stands there, looking slightly taken aback, but he doesn’t try to push you away, and that has to count for something, right?   

Satoru, however, looks like he’s about to throw a fit.   

“[Name]!” he fumes. “Why are you hugging that creepy old guy? It’s inappropriate! And besides, you should only be hugging me !”   

Despite Satoru’s protests, you continue to cling to Toji, because even if he’ll never admit it, you know that he could really, really use a hug.   

Satoru mashes his teeth together in frustration, and he even shakes his small fist in the air. Which is probably intended to be a warning, but he’s ridiculously cute, so it’s not too effective, in your opinion.  

Naturally, all of this commotion draws other people towards the source, and soon, you find yourself surrounded by several Gojo clan members.   

One of them gestures to you with a frown. “[Name]? Who is that man? Why did he just show up here all of a sudden?”   

“You fool. Can’t you tell just by looking at him?” another clan member mutters in distaste. “He… has absolutely no cursed energy. And that scar across his lip. It must be him . The failure of the Zen’in Clan. Zen’in Toji.”   

The atmosphere shifts all too suddenly. Everyone’s expressions are laden with disgust. Not only because of the general disdain sorcerers have towards those deemed as ‘weak’, but also due to the fact that he’s a Zen’in. In the eyes of the Gojo Clan, that’s the worst possible combination.   

Toji chuckles as he pats you on the head. “Not quite the welcoming I was hoping for. It seems not everyone is as friendly as you are, [Name].”   

Honestly, you can’t even really focus on the tension right now, because Toji just patted you on the head.   

Hehe. I’m happy.   

“State your business,” one of the clan members mutters. “You should know better than to show up unannounced.”   

“Well, that’s rude. Especially when I’m here to do one of you a favor.” Everyone blinks, clearly in disbelief, as Toji peers down at you. “Right, [Name]? Didn’t you ask me to help train you before?”   

“R-Really? You’ll… actually do it?”   

You marvel at the sudden declaration. Of course, the clan members are becoming more infuriated by the second, and Satoru doesn’t look too happy about it either. He actually looks like he’s itching to kick Toji in the nuts.   

A clan member steps forward, teeth bared. “Under no circumstances will a member of the Zen’in Clan have any part in—”   

“Shut up,” Satoru glares. “Let [Name] speak. I want to hear what she has to say first.”   

He turns back towards you, and even though he clearly has his doubts about Toji, for your sake, he might be willing to give him a chance.   

“Well? Are you sure you really want this guy to train you? Does it have to be him?”  

You look up at Toji. Admittedly, his character was far from innocent in the canon series. He chose to abandon his son and become an assassin. Nobody forced that life upon him. Ultimately, his demise was his own doing.   

But it probably wouldn’t have happened if only he’d been accepted in the first place. If only he hadn’t been treated like an outcast and made to resent the world he grew up in.   

Even though you might not succeed, you’re going to try and help him.   

“Yes,” you nod emphatically, hugging Toji even tighter than before. “I don’t want anyone else to teach me. It has to be him.”   

Satoru sighs. He wishes you didn’t have to make things so difficult. He’s never had a friend before, but ever since you stepped into his life, he’s been worrying about you practically nonstop. You’re honestly quite the hassle.   

But then again, you’re worth it.   

“And are you going to train her properly?” Satoru asks, now addressing Toji with a stern gaze. “I’m telling you right now, but you’re not allowed to hurt her. Not even a little bit. I’m going to be watching your training sessions to make sure you don’t do anything stupid. If at any point she’s in danger… I’ll seriously make sure you regret it.”   

Toji shrugs. “Sure. It would be pretty pathetic if I didn’t know how to hold back against a little kid.”   

Satoru stares at Toji for a while longer, eyes narrowed in scrutiny, but you’ve spent enough time with him by now to be able to read his expressions, and you can tell that he’s just about to give in.   

Finally, he nods.   

“Okay, then. You can train [Name]. I give you permission.”   

Your eyes light up, and you even let out a squeal of delight as you excitedly jump in place, still clinging to Toji all the while. He obviously doesn’t react with the same kind of enthusiasm, but as he looks down at your tiny little frame, he finds a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Even if you’re just a little kid, it feels nice to finally be acknowledged by someone.  

It would be great if you could just wrap this up on a high note, but of course, things are never that easy.   

“Master Satoru,” one of the clan members gapes. “What in the world are you saying? We refuse to condone this. The nerve of this talentless Zen’in trash to even step foot here, let alone insert himself into your lives… it’s ludicrous. We simply won’t hear of it.”   

You frown. “But I promised to pay Toji in exchange for him training me. Why is it such a big deal? Clans should be helping each other out, not hating each other. It would be way more productive if everyone cooperated. Isn’t our goal supposed to be getting rid of curses and keeping people safe?”    

“You want to pay him? Absolutely not! How dare you even suggest such a thing!”   

“Uh oh,” Toji chuckles, messily ruffling your hair. “It looks like they’re getting really angry now. I guess it’s a good thing I decided that I don’t actually need to be paid.”   

You blink, incredulous. “You… don’t?”   

“No. It’s fine. If doing this pisses off your clan, as well as those in the Zen’in Clan… that’s already more than enough for me.”  

A prideful smirk sweeps across Toji’s face. It looks like he wants to stick it to the man, so to speak. He’d much rather get under the skin of those who’ve wronged him than have some extra cash to spend. Well, not that you care exactly what his motivations are. He’s agreed to help you, and that’s already more than enough.   

One of the clan members takes a deep, shuddering breath, and in the next moment, you can tell that their cursed energy has spiked.   

“ Leave ,” they demand. “This is your last chance. Otherwise, we’ll have no choice but to—”   

“Didn’t I already tell you to shut up?”   

It’s Satoru, of course. He’s staring at them with an irritable expression, and he even walks up to you and Toji and assumes a protective stance.   

“[Name] says she wants this guy to train her, so he’s going to train her,” Satoru mutters. “I’m not too happy about it either, but this is what she’s decided, so I’m going to support her. If any of you have a problem with that, we can just leave. I’ll take [Name] far, far away from here and never come back. I’ll leave the Gojo Clan forever. Is that what you want?”   

Neither of them respond, but you can tell that internally, they’re panicking. Sure enough, if Satoru really wanted to, he could overpower everyone here and do as he pleases. There’s no way to force him into anything. All of his diligence towards his training up until now… he’s been doing it out of a sense of obligation, not because he doesn’t have the strength to object. He’s been going along with everyone’s demands because he’s the strongest. Because the fate of the world hangs on his shoulders.  

When it comes to you, however, he can be awfully selfish. And everyone in the Gojo Clan already knows that.   

“...fine.”   

Their faces are bitter, ashamed, and resentful, but nevertheless, they have no choice but to concede. The embarrassment of relying on a Zen’in Clan member is nothing compared to the risk of losing Gojo Satoru.  

You smile yet again. So, it’s really happening. You’re not sure how, but you actually managed to pull it off.   

From this moment onward, Toji is your mentor.   

“I’ll do my best,” you beam, eyes brighter than ever. “I’ll train my butt off, and I promise I won’t ever complain, no matter how hard it gets. You’re going to be super impressed. Just wait and see!”   

Perhaps this is nothing more than the silly, idealistic ramblings of an ignorant child. Children like to say all kinds of things, after all. They make big, grandiose promises that they can’t keep. And they constantly exaggerate, making their feats seem larger than life itself.  

And yet, Toji feels inclined to believe you.   

“Very well,” he chuckles fondly. “I’ll hold you to that, so show me. Show me… how you’re going to prove everyone wrong.”   

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Summary: As a single mum, the love for your child is often sharing space with a ton of other emotions, what you don't seem to grasp is the fact something loves feeding off those negative emotions...

Gojo x F!reader, Toji x F!reader (past)

Disclaimer: sfw, scary, angst

Word-count: 2,3K

A/N: It has been over a year since I looked at this story and I only publish it now, because otherwise I never will. My mind is always filled with lots of fun ideas, but finding the time to write them out and actually enjoying the finished product is still something I struggle with. I enjoyed rereading the start of this story and I'm gonna try to prepare a little something for Christmas (something related to my 'Imagine that' story). As you may have noticed by now I can't help but obsess over dad Gojo and always find a way to throw my own maternal feelings (while being childless LOL) into my writing. Hope you enjoy another story, even without it being beta-read <3

Sometimes you would remember the way he kissed you, especially after being away from each other for far too long. Was it love? No idea. Was it just lust? It couldn’t be, right?  It had to be something in the middle, something neither of you could answer. And an answer wasn't needed, because it was just the two of you. Until he stopped visiting. Most of his visits were unexpected, but still, it was shocking when even those visits weren’t a thing anymore. It took time to get over someone you never dated. Someone that was still a mystery to you, but you managed, because there was no proof of your attachment, he had only hurt you and no one knew about the two of you. The issue came when you discovered that the missing proof was growing in your womb though…

Looking through the photo album, you are met with a younger version of yourself. It had been 5 years and as they said: ‘’time heals all wounds’’, still when you looked at the little guy running through your apartment, you couldn’t help but wonder where he was. Toji was not afraid of anything, and assuming by his scars there were a lot of scary things that came across his path. Ironic enough you were scared of many things, opposites attract right? And having someone that’s not afraid of anything would’ve been convenient since your five your old keeps making weird comments about his surroundings. 

It had started with just weird faces when he was two years old. Discovering the ability to make expressions is supposed to be normal for toddlers, but even with the silly smiles and stink faces, there were some expressions that made your skin crawl. You tried to be good about it, telling yourself, that you should catch the expressions, and make sure there’s no trauma involved, but still, it felt like every time you felt bad about something he would give you that look. It was not even a shocked face, but just a weird mix of curiosity and being terrified, even when curiosity was a common expression for toddlers, being absolutely terrified was a lot more complicated. On multiple occasions, the expression had made you run to your room and lock yourself in your room. Thoughts of being a bad mother haunted you before you slowly made your way back to your little blessing, tears in your eyes and guilt all written over your face because the sweet boy's face still lit up seeing you coming back. 

Being a mom has its highs as well. Makoto was everything you had and most moments with him were spent in total bliss, just the two of you. Now five years old, he has a lot to say, as he was the one that made the connection between his fears and the way you were feeling. ‘’Mom, You’re tired today right?’’ He says as he stands before you, debating whether he should climb on your lap. You give him a tired smile as you pat your lap. He’s right, of course, raising a kid by yourself, working two jobs, and pretending your fine with the father of your child just disappearing is quite a lot. ‘’Keep it together.’’ Is all you think. ‘’Don’t scare him please’’, but it’s too late. In the three years since this started, his expression has changed, he tries to hide his fear, which is nowadays mixed with anger and again you feel like you failed. You know he loves you; You see it in the way his eyes light up when you pick him up from school, the way his messy hair bounces when he runs to you, and the way he tries to hide the way his body reacts to you sometimes. That poor brave boy… He probably sees how you feel and already his expression turns into determination. He jumps on your lap and as his tiny arms wrap around your neck you can hear him whisper ‘’Please leave my mommy alone…’’. And for the moment that’s everything you need to forget about the exhaustion you feel.

Makoto is not one of those kids that need to sleep in his mom's bed, he likes sleeping in his own room. You wish he would be one of those kids sometimes, but you know why he isn’t and that’s why you spend yet another night by yourself, This time though you allow yourself to think about his words: ‘’Leave my mom alone.’’ and as strange as they sound, you cannot help but feel that he’s speaking the truth. He had held on to you for dear life, making it seem that he was terrified and wanted to protect you from something. Especially the past years had been filled with these types of situations and yet you had chosen to just ignore them. That needed to change, tomorrow you would stop ignoring the problem, but tonight you needed to try to get some rest. Closing your eyes for another night, a moment of peace and quietness, you can already sense that tonight will be different. 

The moment you close your eyes, you feel your body stiffen and you sense it. It being the weight on your shoulder. You don’t know what it is, but it feels like it’s breathing in your neck. You’re terrified. You want to scream, but you can’t move. You can only close your eyes and pray that Makoto gets away safely, that someone will take care of him and that his memories of you are happy ones... A harsh pull on your arm and you fall off the bed. Standing there before you is your sweet boy. His eyes are yet again determined and as he helps you get up he tells you that he’s happy. ‘’Why are you happy Koto?’’ You let out as you grab his arm and make your way out of that damned bedroom. ‘’Because you know that I’m not lying.’’ And he is right, whatever scares him, is not you, it’s something on you. You can’t explain it, and you don’t know how to get rid of it, but you know it’s there. You kneel before him as you squeeze his chubby cheeks and let out a brave smile. ‘’I know you’re protecting me baby. I don’t feel like staying here, let’s go outside.’’ And with that, the two of you quickly put on some shoes and your jackets before practically running down the stairs of your apartment. 

After roaming through the streets for at least half an hour you decide that this is no way to spend the evening with a five-year-old. ‘’You want a hot chocolate? We could share some milk bread as well! Just for today, because we deserve it…’’ You say as you point to the small diner across the street. You never visited this street, so you can only hope that they have some space to be seated. Leaving the house was a great idea, but you know that the house wasn’t the problem. You are, well not you, but the thing you can still feel on your shoulders. it feels a little lighter and you can only blame your brave son for that, but it’s there and it feels like it grows bigger every second you stress about it. Before crossing the street you pick up Koto, making sure that he is safe, especially with the streets getting dark quicker around this time of year. ‘’Mommy, can I have marshmallows in my chocolate milk?’’ Koto asks as the two of you enter the diner. It’s almost empty….except for a table with two men. Good, you’re not the only one here and the shop won’t close for at least two hours. Being surrounded feels safe at this point. ‘’Koto, you can pick out a table over there, while I order for us.’’ You say as you put him down. He gives you a smile before he carefully debates which table is the best for the two of you. It makes you happy. The fact that he can still smile at you. ‘What will it be ma'am’’ The girl behind the counter asks you and after your are done giving your order, you make your way to the best table there is. As you set down the plate with a small milk bread you take a seat across from Makoto. ‘’Our drinks will be there in a few, you can start with the milk bread… It’s really good.’’ You finish as you sneak in a bite. You forgot to bring some of his toys and you can feel yourself getting tired. ‘’Not here please.’’ Is all you can think. ‘’Mom, you can nap until our drinks are here… I will guard you.’’ And even though you shouldn’t use that as a reason to close your eyes, you still do. ‘’Love you Koto baby, enjoy your bread.’’ Is the last thing you say as you see your smiling boy disappear behind the black of your own eyes.

‘’Are we done here, Gojo?’’ Nanami lets out as he can feel the vein on his forehead pop up. ‘’Just a quick mission’’, was all Gojo had said. Nothing about eating milk bread at 10 pm. Amazing milk bread, from his favorite diner nonetheless, but still he didn’t plan to spend extra time with the reason for all his stress. ‘’Wait, look at that woman…’’ Was all Gojo let out. He had noticed you when you came in, carrying your young child. Looking tired, but obviously happy, or at least that was what he thought. Obviously, it had been a facade, something to put your kid to ease, because the curse on your shoulder was huge. It still was nothing for either of them, but for a non-sorcerer, this could turn out very dangerous. ‘’We should exorcise it and go, can’t bother her kid with your behavior.’’ Nanami stated as he got up from his chair. ‘’Wait, I need to do it.’’ Gojo said as he moved to your table before Nanami could. Gojo had noticed more than just the curse. He had noticed an ever stronger cursed energy than that of the curse. The cursed energy of your son and even without that he could’ve noticed that your child knew what was going on. He saw it in the way he kept looking at you. Even while enjoying his drink, he noticed the expression on his face. When he locked eyes with you he looks concerned and with a sad smile, but when his eyes slightly moved to the side he could see the nervousness and anger directed at the curse. He had to be fast, it was a wonder that the curse had not attacked either of you guys. As he reached the table he quickly slid next to the little boy. The boy didn’t seem fazed or surprised by him sitting next to him. ‘’Why are you here?’’ Was all he said as he took a sip of his hot chocolate, his gaze never leaving his mother. Gojo took a quick peek at your sleeping face. You were pretty, but obviously in distress. Your face was scrunched together and it seemed as if you were stuck in a sleepless sleep. Turning his focus back to the boy next to him he was met with another unimpressed expression he knew all too well. He had one of those in the teen variant at his home. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him but was met with an annoyed sigh from Nanami and a ‘’What?’’ from the little boy. Turning back his focus to the mission he leaned into the boy. ‘’How are you gonna fix your mom, little one?’’ He whispered. And for a moment the boy's expression was insecure, full of doubts, before returning to the unimpressed expression he had at first. ‘’ I’m going to get rid of that thing…” It felt weird for Gojo seeing another kid filled with confidence at such a young age. It reminded him of Megumi… the day they had met. The unimpressed boy next to the good-for-nothing dad. Now he was the dad. Kind of. Megumi still acted as unimpressed as the day they had met, but from time to time they would spend a day together. Do something Megumi liked and the biggest gift was the small impressed smile he gave Gojo after those types of days. “My mom is waking up.” Was all it took for Gojo to turn his attention back on you.

‘’How long did I nap?’’ Was all you thought as you opened up your eyes. Only to be met with a stranger with sunglasses. The guy from the other table. You could feel the embarrassment spreading across your body. You had fallen asleep, with your five-year-old entertaining himself and now someone was probably here to lecture you. As you opened up your mouth to say your apologies, you noticed that you couldn’t make a sound. It was on your neck and with every second the feeling of a hand of sorts around your throat got worse. As you take a look down you notice two black shadows on your throat and before you know it your eyes follow the shadows until you finally see what’s been bothering you and your son. On your shoulder is an entity. It has human-like limbs but the body is almost smoke-like, and that explains why it fits on your shoulder. It makes sense. Even when the whole situation doesn’t make any sense at all. All of this happens in a few seconds because as you feel the fear reach every part of your body, you also notice your son grabbing your hand and the stranger removing his eyeglasses, only to reveal two hypnotizing blue eyes.  Before you can see what’s happening you feel two fingers on your forehead and that’s when once again you're left by nothing but darkness surrounding your eyes.

[fuwushiguro]

The Sun Would Set So High

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Notes: this is part of @doinmybesthere s Love Island collab! (I’m so sorry it’s a day late bb!!) Thank you so much for letting me join. I just want to add, this is completely fabricated and would never ever happen or be allowed to happen. Everything I’ve written is purely to fit the narrative of what I was writing, it would never be condoned or able to take place in the show. This is completely fictional. I’m not 100% clued up on challenges and stuff since I’m not an avid watcher of the show, so sorry for any inaccuracies! 

Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, infidelity (kinda), face slapping/violence, daddy kink, fingering, vaginal sex, public shaming, public nudity, forced breeding. 

Words: 1.5k

Your stomach sank when you realised it was your face on the monitor. You were babbling about some nonsense for a little while, happily smiling and giggling. But challenges like this always end in tears; and you knew you were about to meet your maker. Toji had his arm around you, pulling you into his chest tightly as he looked at you on the screen. He thinks you’re so fucking adorable.

You were able to escape his clutches and moved to stand with your girlfriends, he didn’t pay you any mind, still enthralled by your appearance on the screen above you all. You couldn’t hear the question that you’d been asked, but when you hummed solemnly and said the words 

Hm… That’s a tricky one.

you remembered what the question was, you knew what you were about to say.

You knew you were about to blow up your whole fucking relationship. The words fell from your mouth with ease. The smiles in the room vanished when your inconsiderate speech tumbled out of your lips.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Toji.

But you could feel his eyes staring daggers at you.

Do you ever miss Gojo?

That was it. Five little words that you’d been asked, and you carelessly answered. How were you to know that your answer would be aired in front of the entire group? How were you to know that your admission would be shown in the most terrible light?

I think about Gojo a lot. We were coupled up for ages, and he was the first person I coupled up with. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t gutted when Toji stole me from him, and he was too. But there was something about Toji that made me decide to stay in the couple with him. He’s really sexy and good in bed. But Gojo is gorgeous inside and out. He always wants what’s best for me and even though I mugged him off a bit he still has my best interests at heart, he is probably my best mate in here to be fair. I feel like he’d be a good boyfriend, probably better than Toji since he’s closer to my age as well. And when I think about life outside the villa with Toji… Like… He’s got kids? I’m still so young myself I don’t really want to be a step-mother or anything. I just don’t know if we will actually work long term, but Gojo… I do actually see potential with him outside of here.

You could barely bring yourself to look at the group. You noticed Gojo’s partner grabbed him a little tighter, he laughed looking a little proud of himself. You decided to leave the room, you needed the air and the space. You’ve never been so humiliated in your entire life.

A few hours went by, and you sat with your girls by the pool. Toes dipped in the water, sunglasses on to hide your puffy tear-soaked eyes. They asked you questions about the clip, if you still felt the same way and what you were planning to do about the whole mess. You didn’t have any answers. Nothing made sense anymore and you had no desire to be a part of the drama. You were an adult, and you’d have to resolve it as such.

You felt a slight chill when a figure stood over your body casting you in the darkness of their shadow. You turned to see the familiar cheeky smile and alabaster locks towering above you. Gojo held out a hand to help you stand up, and of course you accepted. Those all too familiar words you’d heard time and time again since you’d stepped foot in the villa rang out of his mouth.

Do you mind if we go for a chat?

He’d clearly managed to shake the possessive clutches of his partner, a desperate want and need to consult you over your confession room tape. You nodded and started to follow him to the day beds, both of you chuckling sillily as you dawdled towards them. You were excited to chat with him, see where his head was at and what he was thinking about everything. But it was too good to be true. Toji halted your movements and stood in your way.

“We’re actually about to have a chat Toji, mate.” Gojo told him, a little too boldly for Toji’s liking.

“She’s my partner, so if she’s having a chat with anyone first it’s gonna be me.” he replied, yanking you away by your wrist to the indoors. He was delighted to discover the door to the hideaway was unlocked. He pulled you in and slammed the door.

You fell to your knees, unable to take the pressure on your shoulders for another second. You apologised profusely. It wasn’t like you did it on purpose, you weren’t expecting anyone but the public at home to see it after all!

“Shut up.” he spat, digging his fingers into the flesh of your underarms forcing you to stand.

He bashed your body against the closest wall and caged you in with his hugely intimidating body. He moved your bikini bottoms to the side to expose your pussy, instantly thrusting two thick fingers inside. Your eyes rolled over white, and you grabbed onto his biceps in an attempt to support yourself. He used his free hand to strike you across the face.

“Do you think that fuckin’ pretty boy out there can make you feel this good?” he hissed through gritted teeth. You shook your head, of course he can’t. He struck you again and curled his fingers inside of you. “You don’t want someone closer to your age, do ya? Huh? Answer me slut. Your little cunt wants me, because I have more experience than that little shit ever will.” he ranted as he battered your insides.

“No- no! I don’t want him, I want you!” you cried, desperate for the feeling of your release he was hitting so favourably.

He pulled down your bikini top to reveal your tits to him. He tweaked your nipples alternatively with his free hand, delighting as you yelped each time he slapped the sensitive nubs at random. As you were about to cum, he pulled his cock out of his beach shorts and slammed himself straight inside of you. The beginnings of a scream brewed in your throat, but he covered half of your face with one of his large hands, silencing you to the world around.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum inside your little whore hole. Fuck making you a step mother, you’re gonna make me a daddy again.” he threatened as he pumped himself inside of your walls, forcibly hooking your legs around his waist as he pounded you against the wall. Your moans were making him throb. An almost rhythmic melody of:

Hu, hu, fuck, Toji, fuck, baby, hu, I’m gonna- fuck, daddy, gonna cum.

It was so beautiful and breathy. The way you needily purred into the crook of his neck made his dick twitch. Your head was in the perfect angle for your words to wander deliciously into his ear. You weren’t silenced when you came around him noisily. He wanted everyone to hear what he did to you. He wanted Gojo to hear what he’d never be able to do to you. His erection spurted his hot white cream inside of you, filling you to the brim with his seed. You both panted as you recovered from your orgasms.

You smiled at him. He didn’t smile back.

You tried to kiss him. He slapped your face harshly away.

“Whores don’t get kisses from daddy.”

He pulled out and loved the way his cum dripped from your fucked out hole. Your pussy lips were covered in his sperm, so he got an idea. He tore apart your entire bikini, completely shredding them into something utterly unwearable. You begged, pleaded in fact.

No daddy, don’t do this to me daddy.

He opened the door to the hideaway, his bruising grip on your arm was too much for you to escape. He pulled you out into the blaring sunshine for all to see your naked fucked out body. He pushed you to the ground and loomed over you.

“Now everyone will know you’re fucking mine. That little pretty prick is nothing. He’s gonna find ya, lookin’ like a little naked cum whore. And he’s gonna know it’s me who did it.”

“But daddy, I said I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d—”

“And now,” he interrupted smoothly, not caring for anything else you had to say for yourself, “Now daddy doesn’t even want ya. You’re too fuckin’ easy.” he told you as he skulked away, laughing at your expense.

You already know everyone has spotted you. If Gojo sees you like this, you know you’re going to die of absolute shame. You’ve been left stripped and covered in cum all over a simple mistake. You have no choice but to sit and make yourself small until someone comes to your rescue. You’re sure you’re going to have to talk to the Love Island crew about the incident, but you can’t think of anything worse.

You curl into a ball and think of your daddy. You forgive him. It was your fault. You should have been faithful. More committed to your daddy.

But now, he wants nothing to do with you.

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