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champagne promises

fushiguro toji; jujutsu kaisen

s4w; w1038

toji promises he isn’t going anywhere. not without you.

f!reader; can stand alone, but absentee boyfriend finale; established relationship; drinking (champagne out of tea cups); slice of life; kissing; cuddling; twelve nights of christmas

Toji leans in to brush a kiss to your temple as he joins you on the couch. His lips are soft and warm, the scent of your soap hanging around him, and it’s overwhelming in the best of ways. In a way you can only accept from him.

“I think that’s enough of that,” he murmurs, taking a cup of champagne from your hand and setting it on the table. “Don’t you have work in the morning?”

“Don’t make sense, Toji. You know I don’t like it.” You lean forward to grab the cup off the table. “Besides. You opened the bottle. It’s only right we finish it.”

You take another sip, enjoying the way warmth spreads across your stomach. “And since you don’t drink, we is me.

“I think this was a part of your master plan.”

He watches you for a moment, green eyes calculating. “I just wanted you to relax a bit,” he admits, laying in your lap. “Not turn you into a, what is it called? A [slush]?”

“A [lush],” you say, fingers brushing through his towel-dried hair. It’s a little damp, cool despite the warmth still clinging to him from his shower, and you enjoy the feeling with a happy smile. “And I am no such thing.”

“Hmm,” he sighs, disbelief evident, but he makes no more effort to stop you.

Instead, he turns to face you, arm wrapping around your waist as he presses his face into your stomach. It draws excitement through you, the ticklish feeling of young love dancing across your skin despite having been with him for too long now.

“Toj,” you whisper after a few minutes, your fingers still combing through his hair.

He pulls away enough to look up at you, color drawn over the bridge of his nose and pupils wide. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was drunk. But, you do know better. And the sleepy look in his eyes all but overstates the fact that he can’t hide his emotions from you. Not right now.

“nn,” he returns, voice low and thick.

“Are you happy?”

“Of course.”

“Do you wish you were still killing people?”

His brow furrows as he lays back down. “I’m not sure.”

“I miss the chocolate.”

He chuckles, arm squeezing you in acknowledgment. “Noted.”

“Do you mean it? You’re happy?”

“Yes, yn. Every minute with you, even when you’re annoying the shit out of me.”

You finish off your champagne, heat rushing through your body as you melt into the couch. “Don’t get bored of me.”

He’s quiet, fingers ghosting under your shirt and drawing hot against your skin. It’s deliberate. Grounding, even. But, in your drunken state, it leaves you feeling like you’re flying, and a grin spreads across your face as you lean your head onto the back of the couch.

“Don’t let me.”

Still brushing through his hair, you ask, “Or what? You’ll kill me?”

He laughs. “No. Then you’ll have to suffer the same fate as Mr. Worm.”

The sound of your nickname for the gross thing he swallows leaves you grinning like an idiot. “Wait- you don’t mean-”

“I mean,” he says, voice hanging in the air as his fingers continue to draw over your skin. “I’ll eat you up, I love you so.”

You begin to laugh, leaning into him when he sits up to amusedly watch you. Instead of teasing him about remembering lines from children’s books, you tilt your chin for a kiss that he returns easily- lazily, even.

“I mean it,” he murmurs, taking your face in your hands. He lightly bites the swell of your check as if to punctuate his idea.

“Promise?”

Toji smirks, eyes honest and unguarded in the comfort of your home. “You want me to promise I love you?”

You feel butterflies rush every inch of you, the warmth from the champagne trailing heat behind them. “No. That you’ll eat me up” -he begins to laugh- “because of it.”

“Yeah. Ok,” he says before he kisses you.

“I think it would be fun to go everywhere with you.”

“You fucking drunk-” he mumbles against your lips, nothing malicious in his tone before kissing you again. His tongue brushes yours as he kisses you deeply, thumbs brushing your cheeks and running the length of your jaw as his palms slide down to frame your throat. “I’ll devour you whole, if that makes it any better.”

“You have to promise.”

He mumbles something about not believing the conversation before letting go of your face and grabbing the champagne bottle to see that it’s empty. “Are you going to remember any of this in the morning?”

“Yes, I will.”

“You and your champagne promises are liars,” he grins darkly, leaning back in tugging at your thigh as he crowds you against the arm of the couch.

He’s heavy against you, fitting himself between your legs as he stretches out, and his lips are hot and wet from kisses against your jaw. “Are you happy?”

Your fingers return to his hair, brushing slowly through his dark locks. Toji sighs in response, cuddling into the curve of your throat.

“I know you liked having an absentee boyfriend.”

You huff out a laugh. “It sucks being smothered all the time,” you say as you hug him closer. “But, no. I don’t miss wondering if you’d come home. I love knowing I get to be right here whenever I want.

“And I might be a little drunk but I love you and I do want you to promise.”

His teeth sinking into the soft skin of your throat causes you to help in surprise, the weight of him the only thing keeping you from jumping off the couch. Once you realize he isn’t going to do it again you begin to laugh, body shaking with amusement as he kisses up your jaw. He takes your face in one of his palms, thumb ghosting your bottom lip as he forces you to look at him.

“Toj-”

“I’m not going anywhere, yn.” He offers you another kiss, eyes closed as he follows it by kissing down your jaw and soothing the spot he’d bitten. “And if I do, I’m taking you with me.”

twelve nights of christmas

YOU, ME, US - TOJI F.

husband! Toji x fem! reader

CW: SFW, hurt/comfort, self doubts, fluff fluffff!!, age gap (reader is 18-19, Toji is around 40), Toji being a house husband! Toji may be OOC but I just want to write fluff so leave me aloneeeeee.

AN: For a special girl of mine, @p-antomime

Arranged marriage is a common practice between the world of sorcerers. Arranged marriage for power, politics, clan's business. Yours were to be married to Toji, to clear out the financial issues your clan had. Why he chose you out of all, you never know or understood the reasoning. But you were expecting a harsh treatment because of the pitying glances and whispers between your maids on how the Zenin clan works. Worst of all, you found out he had a wife before and they got divorced due to the clan's intervention, or so the rumours said. And you know he has a child, a teenage boy around your age to be exact.

When you don't know the reason why Toji chose you, it's always had been known to the man itself. To him, it was because you're supposed to get married to Naoya, the worst of all Zenin, but the first time he saw you, a bright eyed, full of wonder wandering around the Zenin's clan property, he knew he needed to get you before Naoya ruins you.

Was it a fatherly instinct? The need to protect the childlike wonder in your eyes and not wanting the Zenin's clan reputation and treatment to tarnish you, for hating the thoughts of Naoya ruining you until your eyes are as empty as a cave. He doesn't know what it was, but he knew even from back then he HAD to have you in his hold, his arms to protect.

Naoya would had fought if it weren't Toji's personal request (remember that it's canon how Naoya holds deep respect for Toji) so he let it go after several temper tantrums and chosing someone else after throwing a snide remark that you don't look like a virgin at all, which Toji had to refrain from punching him for the sake of protecting the agreement.

Imagine your suprise when Toji treats you softly, unlike how you always heard about the Zenin's treatments. He didn't forced you to have sex with him, not even during the first night after the wedding, where he just softly smiled at you and said goodnight. Not only that, he even allows you to have your own space and room too, not needing to sleep beside him.

But because of that, insecurities begins to crawl itself inside your heart and mind. The 'What Ifs' played itself inside your mind like a broken record.

"What if he's doing this bcs he's not interested in you?"

"What if this marriage is just a joke to him?"

While he did treated you nicely, for you it feels like there's a wedge between you both, a line neither of you willing to cross over.

And that, that's what makes the tears fall every night inside your room. Again, unknown to you, Toji listens to your heart wrenching sobs every night, asking himself what the fuck he did wrong or messed up and how can he fix it.

One day Toji had enough of your sleepless night, crying into your pillow, not knowing the root of the problem. He confronts you in the morning, asking what was wrong with you and if he did something wrong.

Maybe it was the fear of him, or the tone of his voice was a bit tad louder than you're used to, but it does ignites a fear inside you. But you are you. The sole heiress of your clan, you should not be weak.

So what you did was, you took a deep breath before asking him, if you are or ever had been enough for him? Or was the marriage is just a running inside joke to him and the clan?

Toji was flabbergasted to say the most. Because while he was expecting you to call him out on his cold demeanour, he never thought you would ever felt that way.

Sighing, Toji knew he has to clear things up with you. He, unexpected to you, hugs you and apologising for the all neglect you felt while kissing the top of your head. He sat you down, and sit down right in front of you, and told himself that he has to be fully honest with you this time around, to clear out all the fog and doubts running through your pretty little mind.

He told you about his ex-wife, how she cheated on him with one of the clan members causing them both to get divorced. How the relationship with his son got strained because of that. Then he told you about the day he first saw you, how your innocent demeanour and wonderlike nature should never be tarnish with how Zenin's clan reputation and treatment.

How he put you at arms length bcs he didn't know how you actually feels with the arranged marriage, being sold by your clan to settle their debts only because you're the sole heiress.

With you trying absorb all these information in, Toji decided to leave you be and prepare the meal he was preparing before the confrontation. Snapping out from your thoughts, you can feel the tears running as realisation fully hits you and the images, the memories of him doing even the smallest thing runs through your head the way he lets you to have your own garden, full of linum lewisii, your favourite flower, how he would pick a fresh one each day to decorate the kitchen table. You turn towards Toji, only to see him at the kitchen aisle. You rushed towards him and apologising over and over to which he chuckled at and shook his head. He took your palm in his, focusing on your finger where your wedding ring, a ring with his eye colour as the colour of the stone stayed.

"Well, now that we got that part cleared out, do you mind marrying me again? No arrangement, no clan business. Just you and me."

TOJI who comes home late from work to a silent house. All of the lights in the house are off, the only source of illumination being the flickering screen of the television, and even that is stuck on a multicolored SOURCE UNKNOWN screen.  

“Baby? Y’in here?” he calls out to the empty living room, eyebrows furrowing in a mixture of confusion and concern as he toes off his shoes.  

He continues through the silent apartment, dutifully checking each room before finally standing in the doorframe of the master bedroom. Against his better judgement, Toji’s lips turn upward at the sight that lies in front of him.  

Toji approaches the bed, sitting at its edge and being careful to not accidentally crush your legs underneath the weight of his body.  

You look so peaceful wrapped up in the sheets of your shared bed, lips parted in gentle breaths with that tiny line of drool trickling down from the corner of your mouth.  

He reaches a finger out, stroking the back of it against your cheek and grinning to himself as you subconsciously move closer to the warmth radiating from his skin.  

“Fuckin’ hell,” he murmurs, lowering himself to lay across from you. He opens his arms, scooping you into them and tucking your head into the crook of his neck.  

You hum sleepily against his skin, eyes fluttering open as your arms wind around his midsection, followed then by your legs tangling with his own.  

“Hi baby,” you murmur, bleary eyes blinking up at him as he cranes his neck to gaze down at you.  

“Hey,” he mutters, laying a kiss against your forehead and grinning to himself as you snuggle closer to him. “Sleepy?” 

“Mhm. Tried t’wait up.” 

His chest warms at your words, arms momentarily squeezing you. He’d never admit it to anyone — he’d rather die than say it aloud … but you made him so incredibly soft.  

Only you. Only you. 

!Redeemed Papa Toji is on the menu for tonight everyone. <3

< … >

“Mama pretty.”

“She is, isn’t she?”

You pause from where you stand in the doorframe of Megumi’s bedroom, curiously peering in on the adorable sight that lays out in front of you. Sitting in the center of the room is Toji, his ankles crossed over one another so that Megumi could sit comfortably in his lap.

Nestled between Toji’s large hands is a scrapbook, one that you had been making long before you’d met Toji. There were pictures of childhood memories, birthday parties, high school events, college graduation, and so much more. But recently you’d added new memories; your wedding and Megumi’s birth to name a few.

Megumi had made Toji pause on the page that you had dedicated to your wedding. Pasted on the page is multiple pictures of you wearing white, of Toji standing crying at the alter, of you and Toji dancing during the reception, and (Toji’s personal favorite) you laughing with Toji with wedding cake smeared onto your face.

A chubby little finger was pointing to one picture in particular, one of you wearing your white gown with your hair all done up. You were only half-facing the camera, eyes focused on something just behind the lens. But Megumi was looking down at the picture with such a sparkle in his eye that you would have thought he were looking at a picture of a goddess.

His father’s expression mirrors that of his son. Fond eyes stare down at the same picture, a small smile stretching out the scar nestled on the left side of his face.

“Mama!”

Megumi’s happy cry breaks Toji from his trance, head turning to watch as you walk into the bedroom. With a smile, you lift the toddler into your arms, laughing breathily as he sloppily kisses your cheek. “Hi ‘gumi, what are you and Papa up to?”

“Looking at you!” Megumi responds, pointing down to the scrapbook in Toji’s lap. You chuckle, lowering yourself to sit beside Toji, glancing him and biting back a playful insult at the flustered expression that your husband wears.

“Is that so?” you question with a playful raise of your eyebrow. Toji smirks, wrapping his arm around you and tugging both you and Megumi against his chest.

You grin, leaning into your husband’s hold and glancing down at Megumi again. He smiles up at you, with all of his little teeth and those bright eyes that shined like stars. You lean down, kissing the toddler’s forehead.

Toji watches through fond eyes as Megumi quickly leans up to reciprocate your kiss. He squeezes you and Megumi tighter against his chest, cheek resting against the top of your head. If only he had a camera.