Nsfw, 18+

Nsfw, 18+

Divorced!Toji who entertains the idea of you moving in with him quite a bit after some time passed from his divorce. He honestly does like it when you visit, not just for the sex but he enjoys listening to you talk about your day, and when you stay for the night so he can put you on the table in the morning and have your pussy for breakfast.

"Its the most important meal of the day, let me have my fill. I'll let you have something a bit salty later on. I'm a selfish man but I pay attention to your needs, I can recognize when you need something in that mouth of yours."

Divorced!Toji who loves it when you cook for him during the day, wearing nothing but an apron. Part of him is slightly worried of you getting burned but you've proven how skilled and nimble you can be. He has complete faith that you'll keep your focus, even as he walks up behind you, puts his hands on your hips and starts fucking you from behind.

"My wife never let me do this. Said it was too dangerous and the kitchen is no place for sex. I'm glad you see things my way. I'm sure you and I can make something amazing in this kitchen. Maybe put a bun in the oven while we're at it."

Divorced!Toji who made dinner for you as payback for the breakfast and lunch. But as you eat he's eating too, on his knees under the table, with your legs spread by his big body and his tongue hungrily lapping at your cunt. Your clit isn't safe from his mouth either, being kisses slowly, so fucking slowly before he laughs and closes his lips around the bundle of nerves, not letting up even as you try to push his head away so you can eat.

"Hold fucking still. I made this food for you so the least you can do is let me have a good time. I'm glad you like it, I learned to cook a while back but rarely had the chance to show it off. I'll cook for you more often if you sweet cunt gushing all over my tongue is the reward I get."

(nsfw, 18+)

toji stared at you, green eyes set it a deep glare as he gnawed on his lip. he was used to knowing things, he actually kind of prided himself in the fact that he was always three steps ahead of usually anybody. 

but today, he wasn’t. today he had somehow stumbled, and staring at the back of your head, was trying to figure out what went wrong. 

you had only spared him a glance when he walked in, unlike your usual bouncy self, greeting him with a kiss as your arms snaked around his shoulder, lips tugging upward into a radiant smile as he felt the stress of the day melt off his body. 

today, none of that happened. 

he walked in, staring at the way you were bundled up in a blanket, watching your favorite show as you pretend he didn’t exist (he knew he took up a lot of space, so he knew that you were bluffing on that part). you didn’t say anything, radio silent as the show hummed along in the background. 

“hey sweetheart,” he called out, waiting for you to turn around, “how’s you’re day been goin’?”

he set his bag down, running a hand through his tousled hair as he looked over the city, (he liked it this way, it normally calmed him down), but without your boisterous voice filling the space of the penthouse he quickly realized just how dull it was. 

“hungry?” he asked as he began to shed off his coat by the door, setting his briefcase down gently as though not the make a sound. 

obviously it didn’t do much because you didn’t answer him, still watching your show. 

“was thinkin’ about ordering some takeout,” he grumbled, now just saying anything to get a response from you, “how does that sound?” 

still, nothing.

he sighed, glancing at you and then to the hall, moving alongside furniture, the room almost becoming a maze as though to stop hm from reaching you, not letting his mind run until he was able to get a full understanding of the situation. 

he maneuvered around the large couch, your eyes never faltering to acknowledge his presence as he moved in closer to you, towering above you as he placed a hand on the cushion behind your head, the other on his hip as he cocked a brow. 

“did i miss something?” 

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⇆ notes :: yes ma'am i agree 🫶🏾 i love pathetic man satoru gojo. also ik you didn't ask for it but i desperately need gojo sucking on my tits (content warnings !! not explicet smut but it's got some sexual things, toxic and needy gojo, tiddie sucking, idk what to call it but gojo bugs reader until they give in, reader and gojo aren't in an actual relationship)

you and gojo were not in a relationship. you thought you had made that very clear, but gojo just never seemed to get it. the only reason you had any contact with him was because your one night stand ended in you getting pregnant with his child.

when you first found out you were pregnant, you never even planned on telling gojo. he had left his number on a sticky note on your bedside table when he left the morning after your hook up, but it was just a courtesy, not for you to ever actually contact him. there was a sort of unspoken 'no contact' rule when you bring home a guy from the bar. it wasn't until about a month into your pregnancy that you figured he at least deserved to know.

and oh boy, did you regret that.

being a single mother would have been way easier than having gojo around all the time. almost immediately after you told him you were pregnant, he came back into your life and he hasn't left you alone since.

it was nice at first, to have someone help you out, especially as you got further and further along in your pregnancy. but it also would have been nice to have even just a minute of alone, just a few moments where gojo wasn't all over you. he stayed with you in your home, but under the agreement that he stayed on the couch. yet despite that, gojo ended up in your bed nearly every night. and the hormones throughout your pregnancy made it hard to say no to him.

but now that you actually had the baby, everything just became so exhausting. gojo was so obsessive, and controlling over everything. he had doubled down on his attachment to you, he wouldn't let you go anywhere in peace, he always had to be there. nearly every waking moment of your day gojo was around. it was like he had become obsessed with you, like he was just incapable of being without you.

"hey, what are you doing here ?" gojo once again ruined the rare moment of peace you got, poking his head into your bedroom.

"i'm laying down in my bed" you answered, you hoped your tone would be enough for him to catch the hint that you just wanted to be alone. but of course he didn't listen, and walked right into the room.

"oh, the baby's asleep ?" gojo stood over your bed, looking down at you and the baby next to you.

you wrapped your arm around the baby, and pulled her closer to you. "yes, and i'd like to keep it that way. so please leave"

"leave ?" gojo laughed, completely disregarding your words, scooping the baby up and putting her in the bassinet at the other end of the room. "why would i leave ? the baby's asleep and we get to have some mommy and daddy time"

you didn't have the energy to argue with him as he crawled into the bed next to you. you had given birth not even a month ago, and you were beyond exhausted, your whole body hurt, and you were so overwhelmed from taking care of the baby and dealing with gojo. "we aren't mommy and daddy, gojo. we aren't dating, you don't even live here"

"aw come on, don't call me that. it breaks my heart when you call me by my last name" gojo completely disregarded your words. "it's satoru" his hands slide under your shirt, moving up towards your breasts, which had swollen over the past few months from milk. "your tits are absolutely massive right now" gojo said in complete awe

"she fell asleep before i could nurse her" you responded, trying to push gojo's hand off of you. gojo was much stronger than you, especially when you were tired and he was so needy.

"i could help with that," he breathed, staring holes into your breasts.

"gojo, shut up and go away" you groaned "you aren't nursing on me, it's a miracle in itself i produce any, and it isn't for you"

"oh come on, you produce plenty. and you're so so pretty like this" gojo's hand moved up further, grabbing onto the underside of one of your breasts, massaging the fat making milk leak from your nipple.

"gojo, please ! i am so tired, and i am not going to nurse you" your voice was more strained. he was so frustrating it made you want to cry.

gojo kept squeezing your breast, watching the wet patch form on your shirt "it's fine if you're tired, i'll do all the work." he insisted "and you'll make more, you're so full right now. you can afford to give some to me. please, angel" you let out a heavy sign, but didn't respond. "please" gojo continued "i'm begging you. i won't need much, please. you don't understand. i'm obsessed with you, i need you. i need you so bad"

you couldn't tell if he was being serious, or if he was just trying to get what he wanted. either way, all you wanted was for him to shut up. so you gave in. "god, fine. just please, shut up"

"oh finally" gojo didn't even wait a second before he pulled your shirt up, "thank you, thank you" he latched onto your nipple, sucking hard. you could feel the milk filling his mouth, and it made you feel just a little more relaxed to feel your breast getting lighter.

gojo was definitely enjoying it to. he was grabbing the flash and twisting the nipple of the breast he wasn't latched to, and his breathing was heavy. he was sucking down milk so fast, he would choke and gag on the amount of fluid in his mouth.

it wasn't long before gojo's noises woke the baby. "gojo, the baby is waking up. get off before she starts crying" you tried pushing him away.

gojo put his hand on your head, keeping you down. "let her cry then" he groaned, hovering over your second breast. "i'm not done."

Not even shocked tbh, he's like 6'3 as a teenager😭