The Cutest

the cutest🫶🫶

gouta again cause i love them

thinkin about dilf!toji who loves more than anything to make out with his pretty baby after eating her out. he went down on you for nearly half an hour without breaks or stopping but once he was finally finished— your legs nearly feeling like complete mush, he swiftly swipes a tongue across his glistening sheeny lips and that intimidating slanted scar before sitting up to stare at you with a half-lidded faux drunk gaze, speaking in a low raspy voice. “mhm. c’mere darlin’, come gimme a kiss. want you to taste yourself on my tongue.” without an ounce of hesitation in your body, you sat up, and leaned into toji to kiss him, gently mashing your lips against his— and you could feel the tiny haughty smirk pressing against his lips, so filthy. you tasted yourself along with the brief sweet tang of liquor on toji‘s tongue. as his chin occasionally brushed against yours, you could feel the faint facial hair of his tickle against you. toji brings a rough hand to your chin, gently gripping it before within seconds he‘s got you laying back down on the bed again— breaking away the sloppy raunchy kiss before bringing a peck towards your neck while watching him slowly raise your leg up with a sly smirk. “heh. that’s my good girl.”

imagine rich boy gojo finding out your name for him in his phone is just “satoru” or something 💀 and then from the side geto is like “mine’s got an emoji!”

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。NO HEART — GOJO SATORU. (rich boy! au)

rich boy! gojo, college au, fluff, established relationships, dramatic gojo which is consistent in every version of him no matter the au

studying with gojo satoru is the worst idea you could ever allow to happen—and yet, every time he asks, you let it happen.

“baby, aren’t you getting my texts?” gojo pouts. it earns him an unimpressed glare from you as you look up from your textbook, a glare that makes him wilt while geto snickers from the corner.

“satoru, if you don’t stop bothering me while we’re supposed to be studying, so help me—”

“but it’s funny, look,” he whines. and before you can stop him, he picks up the untouched phone beside you, tapping the screen to unlock it. except, he doesn’t make it that far.

suddenly the world stills. it stops spinning on its axis. and suddenly, gojo satoru’s face is the dictionary definition of devastation.

“satoru, what’s wrong,” you furrow your brows.

“satoru. satoru? satoru?” he repeats, each time in more disbelief than the last.

“that’s….your name, yes?” you raise a brow. and then realization strikes your features—or so he thinks. he’s soon to find out he’s mistaken. “oh, sorry,” you snort, “toru, is that better? toru, get to studying—”

“my name in your phone is just satoru?” he asks, cutting you off like you’ve genuinely wounded him—the betrayal on his face and the shock in his voice are all too real.

you blink for a moment before you realize the source of his tantrum seems to be the contact name you have for him in your phone. only gojo satoru would find a way to make a big deal out of his own name, you think.

“well, yeah,” you shrug, “it’s your name. plus i had it set when i first got your number from that project. i hated you back then.”

“you called me gojo back then,” he squints accusingly.

“yeah that’s because it was gojo satoru at first,” you nod. from the side, you hear geto snicker again about the full government name to himself—which earns him a pillow thrown at his direction by gojo. “i deleted the gojo part when we started dating,” you add.

“oh so you can delete my surname once we started dating but you couldn’t even add a heart?” he asks, jaw dropped and eyebrows furrowed in that dramatic way he does. it’s a bit cute, the way he’s worked up over something so small—but it’s also entirely theatric, making you roll your eyes.

“would a heart make you feel better, satoru?” you purse your lips.

“no! not if you don’t add it because you want to,” he huffs, “you might as well just say you don’t love me!”

“satoru,” you sigh in exasperation. maybe if you didn’t have physics 1302 problems to work through—a whole six of them due before midnight, in fact—you would humor him in his elaborately dramatized attempt at getting your attention. but you have classes to pass and gpa’s to maintain, so you purse your lips instead. “it’s just a contact name. what’s mine?”

“it’s baby <3. with a heart. see?” sure enough, when his phone is turned to face you, it’s baby <3. with a heart.

“i have an emoji in my contact,” geto adds from the side, ever the instigator, “maybe it’s because i’m cuter—”

“you gave suguru’s an emoji?” he asks in distress, staring at you like you’ve told him you’ve cheated. you think you might hurt his feelings less if you did, with the way his lips are curled in a genuine frown.

“suguru set his own contact,” you defend, shooting the nuisance in the corner a sharp glare. geto only offers you a sly wink in return. “i didn’t realize you cared that much about contact names,” you shrug, “i can change it—”

“no need,” gojo huffs, holding up a hand to silence you as he turns away and sticks his nose in the air in defiance. “i’ll just change yours to your full government name. see how you like it.”

“satoru—”

“and you’re not getting a heart either,” he glares, deleting the <3 slowly just for show, making eye contact with you so you know the severity of your actions.

you roll your eyes, snatching your phone back as you shake your head. “if i make your contact baby <3 with a heart because you’re my baby, will that cheer you up,” you sigh.

he ponders it for a moment, as if debating the offer. and then his arms cross in defiance once more. “no. make it baby boy 💋 with a kiss emoji.”

“gross,” geto twists his face in disgust.

gojo turns to him, face blank and serious as he shoots, “single people should not speak when it’s not their turn,” before turning back to you. “i’ll consider forgiving you if you make it baby boy 💋 with a kiss.”

“okay,” you sigh, “baby boy it is.”

“with a kiss!” he glares.

“with a kiss,” you assure, rolling your eyes.

“can i also get a kiss?” he asks hopefully, eyes wide and bright and earnest enough to warm your heart.

you smile, chuckling at the way he looks so cute, at the way he melts your heart and makes you forget you have physics homework for a moment—but only for a moment because then you mumble, “no. now do your homework.”

PLS THIS PROMPT KILLED ME

release your tension part i

summary: you were supposed to go to the gym with your younger brother, but plans changed. now, you’re alone and trying to work out, but you struggle to even hold the barbell bar by yourself. Someone notices and catches you before you can hurt yourself - and they decide to help you out with the rest of your workout! but are you prepared to handle the whole workout?

cw: reader has a younger brother in college. age gap (reader is post grad age, toji is in his 40s). mentions of negative body image/self esteem and gym anxiety. mild sexual thoughts from reader and toji. reader and toji kiss and it ends on a cliffhanger. the next and final part will be pure smut. minors DNI

wc: 3.1k // pairing: toji x reader (modern au)

a/n: saw that my girl karma is having a rough time on her blog, and decided to re post this. i split it into 2 parts also, because i originally posted this as a one shot that was 8.9k words. and two thirds of it was smut. so yeah, we are trimming down the fat and leaving the good meat behind

find chapter 2 here!

“What do you mean you’re not coming?!” You screeched at your younger brother, clawing at his torso. “You know I don’t want to go by myself! Pleaseeeee.” You begged him. You had just barely gotten over your fear of the gym - it wasn’t so much the location, but you had always hated being vulnerable and working out in front of others. 

“I said I have homework to do, so leave me alone. Or else!” He pushed you away, and started walking towards his bedroom. “Go by yourself. You’re literally an adult, what’s the big deal?” 

“I-I just…I don’t feel comfy going alone!” You pleaded, trying to swat him to remind him who was in charge. He scoffed, and threw the car keys in your hands. 

“Go. You can do it, ok? I’ll text you a workout.” And he walked into his bedroom, shut the door abruptly in your face. You huffed, and groaned in an exaggerated gesture so he could hear you through the barriers. 

“Fine. You suck!” You yelled at him before turning around, and going to your room to grab your things. You meticulously checked your gym bag to make sure you had all the essentials: your favorite reusable water bottle covered in stickers, some towels, gloves, and a change of clothes. You wanted to at least make sure you had a new shirt and shorts, the undergarments you could live with getting a little stinky. You threw on a loose sweatshirt as a pump cover, so at least no one would stare at your body. The last thing you wanted was to attract creeps, or worse. But you accepted your fate of working out alone, so you walked to the garage, hopped in the family car, and drove to the gym.

Thankfully, when you arrived at the gym, you picked a time that was less crowded. You pulled out your phone, just as the screen lit up, showing you a text from your brother. He had texted you the workout as promised, a short list of powerlifting exercises and some cardio mixed in. After you checked in, you immediately headed to the bathroom to chuck your bag in a locker and get started. All you kept on your person was a pair of wireless earbuds, your water bottle, and your phone. 

“Ten minutes jogging on an incline, no problem” you mumbled to yourself as you walked up and turned the machine on. You clicked the button to adjust the incline until it was noticeably steeper, plugged your earbuds in, and just zoned out. You were thankful your brother at least started you out on something easy, something that you knew no one would be watching from afar and staring at you. 

Or so you thought. 

In the corner, next to all the heavyweights stood a man, casually curling the heaviest dumbbell the gym had to offer. The few other gym members lounging around avoided getting near him, because the aura he emitted was…intimidating, to say the least. He watched as you slipped into the bathroom and out, and started your cardio warmup. Hmm…she’s cute, he thought to himself as he picked up a second 150-pound weight to balance his other arm. She’s probably here just to run on the treadmill, nothing serious. He went back to focusing on his workout, he didn’t have as specific of a plan as you did. He was there just to pump some iron and keep up his strength. 

You, on the other hand, were in trouble as soon as you stepped off the treadmill. After taking a quick water break, you looked at the second line. Weightlifting. Ugh. You walked over to the weights section, and started pulling off all of the plates. As you got into position, you laid back on the bench, wiggled your hips a bit to feel more at ease, and grabbed the bar. As it wobbled a bit, you thought sarcastically to yourself oh, this couldn’t possibly go wrong. 

And it didn’t. For the first few reps, you were able to handle the bar just fine. But after the ninth rep, it started to wobble a little more in your hands. You pushed it back into place, and tried to readjust your grip, but your hands had already begun to sweat. Oh no. Nononono - your internal monologue was becoming a repetitive slush of panic as you tried wiping your hands on your outer layer of clothing in a pathetic attempt to get rid of the sweat. You gripped the bar extra hard, and were able to pull it towards you, but the problem became apparent as soon as you tried pulling back up. 

You yelped out loud, the tiniest “wait!” escaped your lips and your left arm buckled entirely. You felt your life flash before your eyes (or at least the most recent events), and you braced for the bar to hit you. But the impact never landed. 

Instead, a large hand grabbed the bar and held it firmly against your chest. Your eyes widened, and you scrambled to see who was suddenly in your view. And you were greeted with the most panic-inducing sight. 

The man standing above you was very tall, and very muscular. So muscular, you could see the veins in his arms enlarge when he flexed his bicep. His forest-y green eyes stared right back at you as he gently set the bar back into place on the stand. You began to sweat even more, the adrenaline and nerves kicking in, as you scrambled back up to mumble a series of apologies. 

“Don’t sweat it.” He grinned, showing a row of pearly whites. Now that you were not lying down, you were able to see him more properly. You took note of the thick scar next to his lip, seeing it stretch a bit when he smiled. Medium length pitch black hair that was slightly damp, clearly from the sweat he had also shed from his previous activities. He ran a hand through his hair, giving you straight access into seeing his huge muscles bulge and adjust to his new posture. Your eyes wandered further, seeing just how tight that black compression shirt was on his figure, and how little it left to the imagination. You were almost about to peer further down when he interrupted your gaze with a cough. 

“You still with me?” His head cocked inquisitively, as if he was analyzing you further. 

“Yes! I’m so sorry!” You began rambling nervously, trying to adjust your pose so it wasn’t so compromising. 

“I never meant to inconvenience you, I’m honestly so embarrassed that happened in the first place.” You inched away slightly, trying to grab your water bottle as a way to break the stare. He was quite a handsome man, and you were just supremely intimidated by his energy overall so you needed a way out. “I’ll go do something else, no proble-” 

He cut you off, grabbing your arm gently. “No worries. Let’s finish the set, yeah? How many do you have left?” He spoke in a gentler tone, trying to calm you down. You took a deep breath and sighed. “I have…” you counted on your fingers. “Six left. Two more rounds, fifteen each.” You nodded to confirm your math was correct. 

“Okay, well let’s go back then. Lie down.” His tone darkened slightly, it felt more domineering. He let go of your arm, and stood back where he was originally. You set everything down and got back into place, wiggling back in. He lifted the bar again and waited patiently for you to grab it. As you did, his face peered down at you again. 

“Name’s Fushiguro Toji, by the way.” He cracked another grin. “What’s yours?” 

“___.” you mumbled as you began a second attempt to finish your set. You immediately groaned as the pain of lifting the bar set in again, and your face twisted into a grimace. Your new spotting partner chuckled a bit, and your anxiety shifted into slight anger. “D-don’t make fun of me!” You pouted, your lip stuck out in concentration. “My normal partner isn’t here right now.” 

Toji’s smile dissipated a bit. “Oh yeah? Where is he?” The corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, whether it was from the lighting or from this new angle, you couldn’t tell if it was just your imagination or if his emotions shifted. 

“He’s at home, doing homework.” You groaned as you continued to finish your reps, huffing and puffing. 

“Oh, I see. Still in school?” Toji broke eye contact with you to stare at something you couldn’t see from your current angle. 

“Yeah. I graduated a while ago, he’s still got a couple years left.” 

As you finished the last rep, you set the bar back, you sat back up and crossed your arms. “I hate going to the gym alone, but he made me go because he was busy!” You whined. “I just didn’t want to be left alone, I knew something bad was gonna happen. I’m just…still so weak.” You lowered your head in shame. 

Toji put one hand on you - his fingers gripped you slightly, and you felt how much of his hand engulfed your shoulder. “Hey. You’re doing pretty well so far. You even stopped wobbling with the bar.” He pointed at the plates decorating the weight stand, indicating for you to keep working. You obeyed quietly, and the two of you worked together to complete the rest of your reps.

After completing your final set, you finally sat up and yawned. The energy you expelled was taking a toll, and you were feeling the lactic acid build up in your arm muscles. “T-thank you, Fushiguro-san.” You cracked a small smile. He offered a hand, and you grabbed it eagerly as he pulled you up effortlessly. You now had a much better view of the size difference between you two, he was absolutely hulking. You wouldn’t be surprised if the guy only drank protein shakes and ate enough food for three normal-sized men. He gave you all-around muscle dad vibes, and he spoke again, breaking you out of your trance. 

“Call me Toji, sweetie.” You stiffened, and you could feel a blush slowly creep up your cheeks. “Is that the end of your workout?” 

“Yeah, think so. But I need to take a bathroom break, so I’ll be back in like five minutes, ok?” You darted over to the women’s restroom without even looking back. 

When you looked at yourself in the mirror, you gasped. You looked crazy, sweat stains in your shirt, an oily sheen washed over your face. There wasn’t really much you could do about your physical appearance, everyone always got all flustered when they worked out, right? Right? 

But when you finished up, and washed your hands, you felt your body heat up when you remembered who was waiting outside. Toji is so hot, you thought to yourself. But…he looks significantly older. He’s probably married or has a girlfriend. As you dried your hands, you made sure you came in with the things you were about to leave with, and waved hi at him. He was staring into space, and as you approached him, his gaze was interrupted and he jolted a bit. But Toji smiled, and gestured to the dumbbells, since that was next on your agenda. 

While you were in the bathroom however, Toji’s mind was reeling. Not only were you so adorable, but your attitude was slowly worming its way into his heart. He could feel a pulse developing in his gray sweatpants, and it took all of his willpower not to pop a boner right then and there. Getting to see you up close, struggling to hold the bar, huffing and getting all worked up did things to him that he hadn’t felt in a while. He loved seeing your face scrunch up in concentration, and he started thinking about what you would look like, pressed up against the wall trying to take his cock. But as you appeared in his side view, his fantasy was suspended, and he was brought to the reality of the situation at hand. 

You two chatted while he finished up his workout. You found out that he was indeed married at one point, but his wife passed away a long time ago, leaving him with two kids. He didn’t speak about what he did for work, all he hinted at was that he went to this gym to burn off stress and to train for future work events. He asked you what you were doing in the city, what you studied in school, etc. All very normal and plain small talk. But when it came to your normal workout partner, he paused. 

“So…your workout partner? Who is he…friend, boyfriend…?” Toji questioned, feeling instantly dumb the moment he locked eyes with you. Your gaze immediately morphed into disgust, followed by a sigh of laughter. “Ew, no! He’s my younger brother, you dummy!” You laughed harder and slapped the floor several times. “I-hahaha, I-I can’t believe you t-thought he was my b-boyfriend!” You were wheezing at this point. Toji put his weights down and frowned at you, pointing an accusatory finger. 

“Hey, I didn’t know you two were related! When you said partner, I assumed you meant significant other, is that so hard to see? Sheesh.” A slight blush colored his cheeks, and you picked up on that. “Well, that’s a relief I guess.” He mumbled to himself, picking the weight back up and resuming his reps. 

“Relief? Why do you say that?” You tilted your head at him. You were genuinely confused as to what he meant by that, but unfortunately, he refused to elaborate. “Rude.” You whispered to yourself. Toji caught that, and he stormed up to you, standing right in your line of sight with his arms on his hips so all you could see was him. Him and his stupid, gorgeous pecs and muscles. You had been sitting down for your last workout since it was some sit ups, so you felt even smaller in his presence. 

“Wanna run that by me again?” He held his hand up to his ear, clearly trying to bait you into getting mad. You crossed your arms, trying to scoot away from him. 

“I said, rude!” You barked a little louder. “I asked you a question and you ignored me!” You tried to speak with as much spunk as you could muster, but with all of the physical and mental exhaustion piling in, your words were coming out all breathy and shaky. Toji scoffed and rolled his eyes at you. “Okay, fair point. But you were being nosy.” He mirrored your gesture, and folded his arms over his chest, making his pecs look even pronounced. 

“So were you!” You retaliated. “What’s up with you?” You instantly regretted asking as he crouched down, to speak to your eye level. 

“I could ask the same, sweetheart. What’s your deal, why can’t you work out at the gym all by yourself? You seem capable enough, what’s the problem?” Toji asserted, making you reel back in a full on shiver. 

“I-I-I” you stuttered, trying very hard to get your words out, but they stuck in your throat. “I-I get anxious, okay?!” You burst out, slamming your hands on the floor. “I h-hate people looking at me, I have body issues, and I’m trying to fix that!” You could feel a tear beginning to form in your eye, but you refused to clear it out. “I know it’s pathetic to have an older sibling rely on their younger sibling. But I just…I don’t have a lot of confidence overall. And I’m trying to change it. But it’s hard! It’s so hard, ok, you wouldn’t understand!” 

When Toji heard your outburst, his eyes and his heart softened immediately. He felt a twinge of pain flush against his chest, and he sat down with his legs crossed as a way to break up the tension. He tried to scooch closer, to which you responded nonverbally by backing up further. He felt terrible that he had caused you to become so emotional, and he could tell it was wrecking you mentally. He opted to place a hand on your knee, and pat it soothingly without saying a word. After a few beats of silence, Toji gripped your knee a little firmer, and scooted your whole body towards him. You whimpered a bit, and Toji decided to take the bold path. He reached over, grabbed your waist, and pulled you so you were nearly on his lap. 

“Well, I think you’re a pretty lil’ girl. You’re doing so well, and your efforts are not unseen.” He breathed, and cupped your face in just one of his hands, Toji didn’t even need both hands to fully caress your chin, one hand was massive enough. He leaned in closer, and you twitched a bit back, still reeling from the nerves and the vulnerability of admitting your pent-up feelings. “How about I prove it to you, then? Will you let me show you how pretty you are to me?” 

You nodded slowly, still sticking to nonverbal cues. And that’s when you were met with warmth. 

The warmth of plush lips kissing you. 

Toji’s lips approached yours so delicately, it was like he was holding the most fragile of sculptures that he couldn’t bear to drop. He gripped you with his hands, but it was so subtle you didn’t pick up on it initially. He just gently kissed you, and you received it so well. Your lips made a little “hhmph!” sound, one that he chuckled faintly at, before kissing you deeper. You were overwhelmed at all of the sensations, but after each second passed, your feelings of fear washed away. You felt safe, you felt secure, and most importantly, wanted in this man’s arms. 

You reached up and gripped his shoulder with a bit more strength, and he smiled against your lips. He pulled back slightly, before crashing in again with more force, and you were flooded with only the feeling of him. His inky hair, tickling your face slightly as he grabbed you deeper and nipped at your teeth. The scar on his lip, touching your cheek oh so gently as he swiped at your lips with his tongue, signaling he wanted in. His slippery tongue, snaking its way into your mouth, and your throat releasing the tiniest groan in response. You felt a small bar of something hard in his mouth, but because you were squished up against him, you couldn’t pull back and see what the foreign intrusion was. His arms, pulling you into an embrace, knocking your body into his. You were unknowingly trapped in his bear hug of a grip, but you didn’t mind. 

All you could think of was how much you wanted more.

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can i request dilf toji + squirting for the first time with him?

dilf!toji who gets real smug once you tell him no one’s ever made you s.quìrt before. he‘s got a warm smile, a sly one before replying in a raspy voice. “. . awwww, poor thing. don‘t worry, sweetheart,” he‘d mutter into your ear, softly prying your legs open, two fingers softly plugged inside your walls. “just relax for me. relax. good girl,” he purrs, and your head‘s laid back against him— his bare chest, strands of black chest hair tickling the back of your skin as he maintains a bowling ball grip with his fingers, you‘re nearly whining— left leg starting to bounce, toes curling as your head leans back against toji and he finds you so cute. almost immediately, he finds the particular spot to nearly push you over the edge, his thick fingers were so long too— baring against his digits, your mouth slightly opens, babbling out the same words, “t—toji… toji…” he‘d chuckle, kissing the top of your forehead. “i know baby girl. you’re close hm . . . ?” the sounds of your sweet c.unt was squelching, occasionally toji would smack his hand against it with his whole wrist, just to hear you whine and whimper out— you were already throbbing so much before within seconds, you let out a sweet noise, manicured nails digging into his left thigh, and you’re s.quirtíng, your body shakes— as well as your thighs, going into straight spasms to where you can hardly speak. toji‘s still got two fingers inside before he hums. “that’s my good nasty girl. so wet f‘me. made such a cute mess,” he slyly smiles, fingers still wrapped around your neck— feeling you coat him with you slick, still going in a circular motion but slowing down, hearing your sweet whines. “toji…” you moan out, muscles in your abdomen neerly tightening. “yes baby,” he‘d slyly reply, starting to massage his fingers again and you catch your breath from whimpering. “can… can you do that again?”