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Dont yall just love when Toji has you all bent up with your legs hooked over his shoulders and his big gorilla hand tight around your throat and he’s just drilling you hard as hell. Lips at your jaw, sloppy kissing your skin and asking you questions like you can do anything other than drool and moan right now.

Saying shit like “youre ‘bout to cum arent you? I can feel it, baby” while slamming all 8 inches into you and hitting your gspot and cervix with every stroke.

You’ll manage to say his name in between fighting for your life and he’ll hum against your skin like “hmm? Whats up mama?” and proceed to fuck you harder. Then he’ll feel your walls squeezing him again and he’ll chuckle breathily, warming your skin before lifting his head to get a look at you. You knew for a fact you looked crazy with yiur hair all over your head, some of it sticking to your face from sweat, babbling and crying for more. But Toji loved it. He loved feeling like he was the only one who could fuck you dumb like this.

“Squeezing my dick like youre about to cum on it. Stop fucking playing and give it to me..” he’ll smirk with that sexy hooded gaze fixed on your fucked out expression. He’ll bite his bottom lip and squeeze your throat until your eyes start rolling back, fucking you so hard that tears are rolling down and into your ears.

“Yup. I feel it. Gimme that shit. Cum on my fucking dick right fucking now. C’mon.”

“Toj..” you’ll hiccup his name just before you gush all over his thickness that never stops pounding into you. He groans your name and crinkles his brow while watching your pussy flutter around him and soak his bedsheets. He’ll laugh again and tease you a little.

“Nasty girl..so fucking nasty..” he’ll groan before letting go of your throat and pressing his elbows into the mattress on either side of your head, caging you under his hulking form and peppering your lips with tender kisses. Praising you for taking him so well and making him feel so good. How fucking pretty you are when you cum and how much he loves your pussy.

Then his kisses become even softer, and he’ll use his tongue to wet your lips and suck yours into his mouth with a low growl. Then he’ll say some sweet shit. Asking if youre ok and if you feel better now, because he usually had to fuck your attitude out of you most days. Not that he minded.

Dont you just love that?

Just me? Aw ok 🌚

You: Toji....*entering the bedroom*

Toji: *snores*

You: Toji...babe..*smacks his butt under the blanket*

Toji: *snores louder*

You: TOJI!!

Toji : WHAT BABE FUCK...

You: shut up. Where is my satin wig cap? I need it for...

Toji:

No one has ever looked at you the way Toji does.

At first you didn’t notice it, too busy in your own head to be aware of the way he was watching you. Memorizing every detail of you. The way you moved. What parts of your face wrinkled when you smiled. The way you scrunch your nose when something was bothering you. The way you chewed on your bottom lip when you were anxious.

The way your eyes would light up when you looked at the moon or how the brown of your irises looked like gold when the sun shined through them.

Toji is just an observant man. Its a part of who he is , at least who he used to be. Tracking his targets and getting to know every part of their routine, their strengths and weaknesses. All to be used against them when the time was right.

Except with you, all he wanted to use his sharp attention to detail for was to make you as happy and feel as safe as you make him feel.

So when you do catch him staring, try not to hit him with one of these..

He just luh you girl……

SOS

cw: crack

Love Language

cw: none really. mentions of dick sucking and deceased wife. kinda fluffy. I think Toji is fluent in many love languages tbh

tags: pregnant! fem reader + fluff + you're mamaguro + toji refers to you as mommy + so self-ship coded but made into x reader for all to enjoy + feedback such as comments and reblogs are always appreciated ♡

Bright red colors felt like lasers burning into his eyes as Toji cracked them open feeling a smaller hand nudge him awake until he was halfway sitting up. "What is it Megs?" He asked in a sleepy tone.

It had a tinge of irritation to it that his son picked up on as he moved to crawl onto the bed taking the spot that you were laying in an hour prior, the mattress was still warm and it smelt just like you.

"Mom is downstairs crying," Megumi replied and looked at his dad who hung his head to scrub his hand over his face knowing exactly why you were awake at three am and crying as well.

Toji scooped up his son who is a spitting image of him, to the point that you tell people he gave birth to your son. "Is it the baby?" He asked curiously, his voice clogged with his own tiredness.

"Something like that, when you were growing in mommy's belly I had to get her about ten banana creampies a day just so I could keep my head and hands." He teased and chuckled in an attempt to soothe.

But it had the opposite effect.

In the mind of a five-year-old, he thought you developed monster teeth or something and tried to chomp off parts of his dad. "No!"

Megumi's tantrum ended when the both of them entered the kitchen to see you going through the cabinets in search of your craving. "Momma!" He cried when Toji sat him down so he could walk to you.

Pregnancy made your emotional state ten times more sensitive and hearing your son call out for you made your eyes burn with more tears as you turned to look at them with a sad smile. "Did I wake up my babies? I'm sorry honey." You murmured and ruffled his hair.

Toji came in closer but was sure to keep a distance as he scooped Megumi up again. "He came in saying you were cryin' and we can't have that. Do you need some more of whatever you want?" He asked.

You sniffled and looked at Megumi then your husband.

"If you don't mind...I'd love you forever." You said in a teasing tone watching your husband shake his head playfully before setting his son down gently.

"You already love me. Get in bed with mommy and I'll be back."

Forty-five minutes later you and Megumi welcomed Toji back with open arms when he settled in the bed with your son in the middle as he passed the snacks out between the three of you.

His life feels so complete with the both of you, for the longest time Toji truly didn't see a reason for living or doing anything good until he met you that is.

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

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“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.

megumi's daycare teacher adores you. you're always on time for pickup, and megumi physically lights up when he sees you, no matter how much he likes to deny it. he's quick to walk, or waddle, into your arms as you press a kiss to both cheeks and ask how his day was. she thinks you and him are the epitome of a good monther-son relationship.

so imagine her surprise when you say, “oh and tomorrow, i can't pick megs up. my husband will come get him, his name is toji, you can't miss him.”

she'd never met your husband before. it got her wondering, what was he like? was he as kind and affectionate as you were? perhaps megumi was the same around him?

“...why are you here?”

her mouth falls open. was that any way to speak to his father? why was he so openly hostile? she thought hoped that your husband was like you, not your total opposite!

he was tall, heads above her with dark hair and matching dark eyes. he's intimidating, muscles flexing under his shirt as he folds his arms and smirk decorated with a scar. she sees the resemblance between him and megumi. that was definitely his daddy.

she's sweating buckets; standing between a father who looks like kills for a living and a son that's sulking because his mother wasn't there was not for the weak.

“to pick ya up.” toji answers with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

she blinks. it seemed normal?

“where's mama?”

“workin'.”

“until when?”

“'til later.”

“that's not a time.”

“it is to me.”

megumi's pout deepens, his brows furrowing at his father's avoidance of the question. the daycare teacher swears she catches toji's eyes soften as he changes his answer, “'til eight.”

the two adults watch the cogs turn in the toddler's head.

“....'kay. i'll go with you, then.”

toji scoffs affectionately, “quit actin' like yer being kidnapped.”

this time, she swears megumi smiles before he huffs and sticks his nose up, begrudgingly allowing himself to be hoisted up into the arms of his father, who gives her a quick nod as he walks away.

what an odd father-son relationship.

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you're there to pick megumi up the following day, and boy does he look happy about it. he speed-walks to your side, reaching up to hold onto your pointer finger.

“i'm glad it's you and not dad,” megumi says, chubby cheeks emphasised by the scarf wrapped around his neck.

you look down from your conversation with yuji's dad and, only having heard the latter half of his sentence, respond, “your father? he's in the car, honey.”

and the daycare teacher swears on everything holy that she heard three-year-old megumi curse under his breath.

but that is hopefully just her imagination.

you know that trend that's going around where your kids tell you to shut up as a prank to see their dad's reaction?

tags: mom! fem reader + you're megumi's mom + modern au

"Gumi! Can you please take the trash out for me?" You called out in the kitchen setting the first step of the trap you wanted your son to lay out for his father while his friends watched from the dinner table.

You warned him that Toji wouldn't find it funny but Megumi lived to antagonize his dad and you wanted to see how he reacted yourself.

Megumi turned away from Yuuji and looked at you. "No, I'm busy, shut up and do it yourself." He replied and turned back away from you just in time for you to hear Toji's heavy footsteps coming from the living room where he sat to watch

No one had enough time to stop him from grabbing Megumi by the back of his shirt, not enough to hurt him but something to scare the boy. "Is that you talk to my wife? Your mother?" He growled.

"Baby! It was a joke!" You gasped coming over to diffuse the situation as everyone looked at him with wide eyes and open mouths.

Green eyes narrowed at his son before he looked at you. "A joke? I don't joke around with someone talkin' to you that way, now take the trash out." Toji grumbled and let go of Megumi before ruffling his hair.

"Your dad doesn't mess around when it comes to your mom." Yuuji mumbled under his breath sure to help Megumi take the trash out.

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Drunk texting the JJK men

Note - sorry I took forever to post a new SMAU but I should be posting regularly now?? I think idk tho, Btw I wasn’t gonna post the part 2 of my last SMAU but just tell me if you really want Sukuna and Choso.

WARNINGS - Fluff - A bit of angst - Crack - Shoko Appearance? 😱 (not really a warning but whatever)

Ft - Toji Fushiguro - Suguru Geto - Satoru Gojo - Nanami Kento

I could honestly write more for Nanami’s part but I didn’t want it to be that long 😀

Dealing with your period with the JJK men

Note - i found out how to do reactions on ChatTales yippie! Sorry if Suguru’s is a little trash I had a hard time doing his 💔 (sorry Suguru lovers)

WARNINGS - Fluff - Crack - A bit of angst - Suggestive - Threats of harming

Ft - Toji Fushiguro - Nanami Kento - Suguru Geto - Satoru Gojo

(Sorry if the wording is bad I was up at 4:00am doing these)

Toji invites you over with a simple text of:

You busy tonight, doll?

To which you respond:

I don't think so... Not that I know of. Why?

Toji laughs through his nose when he reads your message. Even the way you text him has your timidness imbued into it. It's precious.

Come spend the night at my place. You told me you're off tomorrow, right?

I am, but are you sure? Driving home is not a problem for me. I can hang out and go home after.

You're staying. I wanna try something with you and it requires you to stay the night. You can't go home.

Oh okay! I'll be there in 10.

Drive safe.

Toji likes that you're very precise about the time you'll be arriving somewhere, and if you're ever late when it comes to spending time with him, you apologize profusely, nonstop. You won't stop blubbering about why you're late and how sorry you are for making him wait, even after Toji's expressed that he's more than understanding. He's the king of showing up late to plans, so he can't be a hypocrite and scold you when you don't do it often at all.

You're so sorry, though, and you don't shut up about it until he makes you shut up with a kiss. You're helpless, and you can't for the life of you figure out where to put your hands when you're so focused on the grip he had on your waist to pull you up against him.

He releases your lips, cracking a grin at the look of wonder on your face. He can't deny the pride that swells in his chest at his ability to disarm you and prevent you from having a total meltdown over a three minute delay.

Toji has gotten so much better at handling situations like these with you. It's only fair for him to gain satisfaction out of making you feel better. After all, you are a first for him. You're emotionally fragile, you're a nervous wreck, and your voice competes with the wind just to be heard. Toji doesn't set aside the fact that you're also beautiful, warmhearted, and you try for him. He sees your attempts to be affectionate. You'll slowly reach your hand out to hold his and then bail the second he catches you. He ends up having to interlock his fingers with yours because your embarrassment doesn't allow you to try again. He still appreciates that you leave your comfort zone for him and allow him to guide you towards new experiences.

"Stop with the guilty feelings, ma. We have all night and all day tomorrow. What's a couple minutes to ensure you get to me in one piece?" He says, comforting your droopy self. You look like a sad, abandoned puppy, now sporting rosy cheeks from his surprising gesture.

"Okay," you say, feeling a little more at ease. "What did you have in mind for tonight?"

"Follow me," he says, leading you through his living room to his kitchen. He pulls out a stool for you and points at it. "Sit." You want to laugh at the way he says it like he's teaching commands to a dog, but you know he doesn't mean it that way, so you obediently sit down like one anyway.

"Have you eaten anything?" He asks, silently hoping you have because he doesn't have anything to make you dinner. He would have to order in or pick something up.

"I ate a couple hours ago. Still pretty full," you respond, watching him reach up for something in his cabinets. There's now a tall glass bottle with a red label and matching cap sitting on the counter.

"How 'bout it?" He says, a large hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle. "We could go to the couch and watch a movie or something."

He's never seen you under the influence of anything, but based on your reaction, maybe he'll get a show tonight. He's always wanted to know what you would be like if you were more extroverted and outspoken. There's nothing wrong with the way you are, but if things keep going the way they're going between you and Toji, he's bound to meet your chatty alter ego at some point in the future. What better way to have this experience than in a secure place with someone who can handle their alcohol and take care of you if it turns out that you can't.

"Okay, sure." You giggle, excitedly.

You're a lightweight. Even the fruitiest, sweetest alcoholic beverage will quickly take a toll on you while you're sipping on it. Wine is a step up, so you'll have to try your best to keep it together for the sake of not looking sloppy in front of Toji.

Toji brings down two glasses, and pours out the deep red liquid into them. One for you, one for him. He hands the glass to you, and nods at your quiet "thank you".

Toji watches as you immediately take a sip. He sees the way your nose scrunches at what you consider to be a funny taste, but the second you put the glass down, you smile like nothing. You don't like it at all. You hate the bitterness, and the fact that it's made with fermented grapes lives in the back of your head.

"How is it?" He asks, holding back a chuckle. You're too sweet for your own good, pretending to enjoy this for him.

"I like it," you say, pressing your lips together.

"Yeah? I think it's kinda gross. Guess I was expecting more from a fancy ass bottle, but brands are gonna brand, huh?"

You giggle, almost involuntarily. You're one gulp in, and already you're starting to feel the effects.

One of your worst habits includes chugging drinks that don't taste good, just so you can get them over with. You even do this when your drink is messed up at coffee shop. You're too nice to ask the barista to remake it, so you suck it up and drink the incorrect beverage solely for the caffeine you hope it has in it. This time is no different. You hate the taste of alcohol. You don't do plain shots, you can't stand hard ciders, and wine is no exception, but you're doing this for Toji. He cracked open the bottle to share with you, so you're going to drink every ounce of the liquid in the glass, whether you like the taste or not.

You bring the glass to your lips again, taking a much larger sip. The glass is a little less than halfway now, and your eyelids are starting to feel a little heavy. Not in a sleepy manner, but you can't seem to hold your eyes open as wide anymore.

You exhale through your nose, shut your eyes, and then blink them back open to take note of your altered state.

"That was a lot. How are you feeling?" Toji asks, noticing a shift in your demeanor. You seem a little more sluggish now. You turn your attention to him, your eyes rolling when they turn to meet his.

"I'm good, how are you?" You ask, like it was the start of a conversation rather than an ongoing one. Your eyes almost shut completely when you smile at him.

"You're tipsy already, aren't you?" He asks, with a grin on his face.

"Pshh, what? No, i'm not," you say, contradicting yourself with a giggle. "Answer the question, baby. How are you?"

"Fine," he responds, lingering on the pet name. You've got loose lips, now. In any other circumstance, you would address him by his name. Most of the time Toji is the one giving you pet names, for the sake of flustering you. He loves the way you look at him when he calls you doll or sweetheart, somewhat shocked every time the words leave his mouth.

"Yeah? That's good." You pick up the glass one more time, sighing before you mutter, "'scuse me. Gotta finish this."

With that last sip, the glass was now empty. Even Toji thinks you drank that too fast, but he still has the courtesy to ask you if you want more.

"Mhm, I'll have a little bit more. Just a tiny bit." Toji pours as much as he did the first time, chuckling when you nod in approval of the quantity. "That's perfect. Absolutely, perfect. You're a genius, my love." You flash him a smile before starting on the next glass.

Toji was considering having another glass, but that was before you called him "my love" in a tone so warm that he felt like he just had a bowl of hot soup that was now settling in his stomach. That was before you smiled at him in such a free spirited manner. It was too late for him to see you in this state while completely sober, but he sure as hell wouldn't be adding anymore alcohol to his system. He can't miss something like this, so instead he leans forward on the counter, and intently watches your every move.

"I got something on my face?" You ask, dragging your sleeves all over your face. You examine your sleeves and they're clean. "You liar. You're looking at me like that for nothing." You squint at him, a slight scrunch in your nose to define your defensiveness.

Toji laughs, his focus now on the small pinch in your brows. "Don't go picking fights over nothing. It's not a crime to look at my pretty baby."

Your faux tough exterior immediately crumbles, the irked expression on your face dropping to the ground, at the sugary words he uses on you. Your face feels very warm, and now there's an indefinite blush on it. You can't stop smiling at the look on Toji's face. He's so focused that he's gone speechless, and you eventually break into a laughing fit because of it.

"Hey... i'm usually the quiet one. Why aren't you talking, pretty boy? Need me to shut up?"

The pet name has Toji glancing at your glass, noticing that it was full for less than five minutes. This was new— you being flirtatious towards him. He didn't have any complaints about it whatsoever.

Once again, the quantity of the wine in your glass was below the halfway mark. "Nah, baby. Talk to me. You must really like the wine, huh?"

"Mmm..." you lean forward towards him, with your elbow on the counter and your chin in your palm. "What makes you say that?"

He actually snickers this time, earning a sly grin from you. "You're chugging it like it's water. It's either you love it or it tastes like ass and you're dying to spit it out."

You pick up the glass again, one last time. "Let's find out if I like it," you say as if you're not on your second serving. You let the liquid hit your tongue, and you are instantly repulsed by the flavor. The glass is tilted all the way up, signaling that you've finished two cups of wine in less than fifteen minutes. Your cheeks are filled with the drink, blown up like a puffer fish, which makes Toji smile softly with anticipation for your reaction. Your tongue stays on the roof of your mouth, keeping the wine in your cheeks separate, to give you a break for a few seconds. You release the bubbles of your cheeks and your mouth is flooded with the bittersweet liquid. You swallow the burgundy mouthful and smile with your lips pressed together once it's all gone. The mouth drying effect of wine is your least favorite thing about it.

"So?" Toji prompts.

"It's-" you gag, clasping a hand over your mouth with wide, slightly teary eyes.

Toji's chest and shoulders shake as he contains his laughter, his lips pressed together tightly to stifle the smile threatening to show itself, but his eyes tell you everything.

"Wooo, sorry about that," you say, chuckling through the embarrassment. "It's good," you repeat, still muffled by your palm.

"Yeah? Want more?" Toji asks, holding up the bottle with a teasing grin on his face.

You almost gag again but manage to control yourself. "No, thank you. Any more and I'll doze off, and we both know that's not what i'm here for." There was a hint of sultriness in your tone, something Toji was not sufficiently familiar with. It was a completely welcome shift from your normally tentative way of speaking to him.

"I know why you're here, but I wanna know what you think you're here for."

You stand from your stool and lean more of your body onto the counter. Your hand reaches for his, and for the first time, you don't pull back before making contact with his skin. "To love on you, of course," you say, with those pretty rosy cheeks. Your eyes remained glossy and your nose was still red from trying not to bring the wine back up earlier, but Toji thought you looked so cute.

"Is that right?" His thumb brushes over your knuckles, feeling the softness against his rough fingertip.

"Let's go watch that movie you were talking about and you'll see what I mean."

Toji was loving this. Your confidence, your lack of holding back anything you had to say, it was truly baffling how you could be someone else entirely with just a couple glasses of wine.

You keep his hand in yours, and as if it were your house, you say, "come on," and drag him along to the living room.

This time you say "sit" and point at the couch. This time he's the obedient dog and does as you say, sitting on the exact cushion you were pointing at with a smirk on his face. He moves the couch pillow aside to make room for you, but you had another seat in mind. You take two steps towards him before slowly dropping yourself into his lap, straddling him.

"I see you're finally taking your seat on the throne, hm?" He grins, resting his hands on your waist. This is the closest Toji's been allowed to watch you giggle without you burying your face into his neck and it's a trip. He can see the details of the creases around your eyes and the lift in your cheeks as you smile. He feels fuzzy, and he didn't even finish his glass of wine, so he knows it's not that.

"Stop making me laugh and pick a movie, will you? I'm here for that, too."

He picks up the remote for the TV and turns it on. "How are you gonna watch the movie while facing me?"

"Actually,.. can I tell you a secret, baby?" You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your fingers play with the hair that reaches towards the nape of his neck, combing through it gently.

"What's that, princess?" Toji asks, vert eyes flitting between your eyes and that sweet smile of yours.

"I don't wanna watch a movie. I... wanna look at you... and that's it." Your nails gently scratch the back of his head, eliciting a tingly sensation that makes chills run down his spine.

"That's cool, too," Toji says, turning the TV off again, not caring that it was on for less than a minute before you changed your mind. He sighs, adjusting his position beneath you. Your thighs are secured around his hips, your knees touching the backrest of the couch.

"You're so handsome, my baby. God, look at those eyes," you whisper in awe, before giggling and bringing your hands to his face. You trace the bags under his eyes with your thumbs while admiring the haunting shade of green that scopes on you. Toji's hand comes up to loosely wrap around your wrist. He's not there to stop you, he just wants to move along with you as you observe his face.

"I know I don't say this to you enough, but I find you..." you sigh, blinking slowly, "enchanting..." You lean in and kiss the left corner of his lips—his right, and feel the smooth, tattered skin beneath your warm lips. "and I love you," you mumble into the cicatrix. "So fucking much, baby. And i'm sorry that you'll never know exactly how much because you aren't me." You're looking at him with so much adoration and touching him with a delicacy that can't be put into words. It's a deadly combination, one that has Toji in a chokehold and forces him to soften up even more for you.

He tightens the hold he has on your waist, pulling you closer until your stomach is pressed to his, as a result. You being so affectionate towards him is making him feel really good, and you have no idea because you're too focused on appreciating him. He's subconsciously leaning into your touch, his softened gaze meeting your lovestruck one.

"Fuck. I love you, too, princess," he murmurs, squeezing your wrist in his hand. He pulls your hand down to his chest. "Want you to aim for my lips, this time."

"Okay," you say, smiling before closing the distance between your lips and Toji's. He can still taste the remnants of the wine you inhaled minutes ago, but it tastes much better and a lot sweeter on you. Toji can hear your high pitched little hums as you kiss him, happiness pouring into your kisses. You're trying so hard not to laugh in his face, and trying is the best you can do, right now. You never were good at hiding your smile from Toji. He can't see it, but he can feel the way your lips widen, and he's occasionally kissing your teeth when your sluggishness keeps you from matching his pace. With little pants leaving you, you drag your lips away.

He sighs, frustrated by the loss of your softness against him. "Baby..." he groans, the sound almost whine-like to your ears. He wants more, so much more of you, and you're ignoring him. You're too busy kissing his chin, and his cheeks, and the tip of his nose.

You drag your other hand down to his chest and keep your hands splayed out on it as you let your lips trail his jaw, lightly sucking on the skin. Toji can't help but think about how this version of you will be gone in the morning. You won't be as outwardly affectionate, you'll go back to second guessing every move you make with him and shrinking every time he steals kisses from you, instead of confidently kissing him back like you did a minute ago.

You make your way down his neck, pressing kiss after kiss on him before you move towards his ear. "I love you, Toji," you whisper, kissing the shell of his ear after. "Love you, love you, love you soooo much," you barrage, before throwing him off with a bite to his earlobe. You giggle like a menace into his ear, the warmth of your breath luring goosebumps out onto his skin.

He chuckles, repeatedly squeezing the soft skin of your waist between his hands. "Yeah? Tell me again," he murmurs snaking his hands beneath the back of your shirt. Your skin is very warm, and there's nothing to blame but Toji and that shitty wine for making your body react this way.

With uninterrupted hands, you course your fingers through his hair and lean in to bite him again, this time on his neck. Toji chuckles at how you instantly rush to soothe him with your tongue and a warm kiss, even when you inflicted zero pain on him.

"I love you, Toji," you repeat into the wet indentations you left behind. "My love... my handsome man... I cherish you, you know?"

Toji is practically purring at all the affection you're showering him with. The slurring of your words is blocked out and they remain clear as day to him. He manages to hum a deep little "mhm" to your last statement.

"It's just so hard to talk to you sometimes. You... you're so intimidating, sometimes. I don't expect you to understand..." you divert your gaze to his shoulder, not able to look him in the eyes as vulnerability takes sudden control of your emotions. "It seems like I don't appreciate you sometimes—all the time, but I do, Toji. I do appreciate you, and I can't ever say I love you enough to show it. Words aren't always enough."

Toji catches the waver in your voice and his eyes dart to yours. You're tearing up, and you're trying to still your quivering lips by pressing them together.

"Shit," Toji mutters under his breath. You have the saddest expression he's ever seen and it's messing with his heart. He pulls his hands out of your shirt so that he can swiftly pull you into his warm embrace. "Hey," he coos. You're shaking against him, holding your breath to avoid sobbing. Your lungs burn, but you'd rather feel that than make a scene of your tears. "Don't be sad, mama. What's with the tears, hm?" he murmurs. He can feel your tears dampening his shoulder, but the fact that you haven't made a sound is concerning. "Breathe or you'll die," he says, only half joking. He rubs a soothing palm against your back, his other arm around your waist.

You let out what sounds like a mixture between a choked laugh and a sob, slowly but surely regulating your breathing. You don't even feel like saying anything anymore because you know your voice will give way to even more pity.

"You're more than enough for me," Toji says, his chin resting on your head. "I know how you feel, you know how I feel. We're complete." He can feel the way you scrunch his shirt up into your fists. As if he would go anywhere without you. "I get you and you're stuck with me. Got it?" You silently nod against his shoulder in response. "Sit up and let me look at you."

You really don't want him to see you this way. Your eyes feel swollen and you don't feel presentable.

"I can't..." you say, barely audible. You release his shirt and let your hands go limp behind him.

"Why not?"

"I'm not pretty right now. Don't look at me."

"I'm gonna look at you," he challenges with a teasing grin.

"Toji, don't look at me."

"Too late, it's happening. Plan's already in motion," he says, sliding his arms onto your shoulders.

"Toji, don't-" He effortlessly pushes you off his shoulder and gives you a once over. You look defeated and you're unable to look him in the eyes, but at least he can see you now.

"Don't know what you were so worried about. You look the same but more blush-y." You finally give him your slightly reddened eyes, a soft smile appearing on your face. You look like your sober self. "Yeah, you look the same."

"Are you lying?" You ask, still not regaining the full strength of your voice yet.

"I wouldn't tell you if I was, but no, i'm not lying. You're so pretty." Toji wiped away tears that were stuck beneath your eyes, and you giggled. He washed away your sadness within a couple minutes. Toji always did this for you in exchange for your love and affection. He lifted your spirits when you didn't feel deserving of him, and with time, he got much better at recognizing the signs that came with this ridiculous idea you planted in your head.

"You're done loving on me? Already?" He asks in playful disbelief.

"You're not done with me? Do you actually want more?" You ask, hesitantly.

"Don't want more, I need more," he corrects, returning his hands to their rightful place on your waist. "Get all up on me, princess."

You giggle, leaning closer towards him to peck a kiss onto his cheek.

"Mhm, like that," he says, contently, when you pick up the pace and start smothering him. "Yeah, baby, there you go." His forearms go beneath your shirt, encircling around your bare waist and pulling you close to him like before. "Who's getting spoiled like me?" He says through a grin. You're holding back laughs as he continues to praise you for your affection.

"S-Stop," you say through a wheeze, not able to contain the sound any longer when you looked at him.

"What are you laughing at, huh?" He chases you this time, pressing his nose into your cheek before planting a light kiss into your jaw.

"You're so unserious," you say, turning your head as he keeps going with the kisses.

"Mmm... I'm serious about you," he says, feeling the vibration of your laughter against his grin. "So serious."

Your cheeks feel incredibly hot from how much you've been smiling. In this little drunken haze, things are so good. You're so happy, you're so affectionate, and you talk so much. This isn't like you at all, but it's not hurting anyone, especially not Toji. There was one minor slip, but you moved past it so quickly like the words never left your head to begin with. You're just so simple... so easy to take care of.

Toji notices the way your eyes are starting to lid with tiredness, and while he would love for you to doze off in his arms right then and there, you'd probably prefer waking up in a bed.

"Let's go to bed, yeah?" He suggests.

"What? No! I just got here... We can still talk, and kiss and- I'm not even tired."

Toji grins at the way you fight him on this, and he has half a mind to indulge you when you look so adorable, but he has to stand his ground. He's right.

"But, you are. You can't even hold your eyes open, anymore."

You feel sad again because the rest of the night would be going to waste if you both go to sleep early. You're there to spend time with Toji, and yet you feel like it's your fault your time is being cut short. You're thinking you shouldn't have drank the wine so quickly, if at all.

"Listen, doll," Toji says. He doesn't like the sadness that resurfaces on your pretty face. He doesn't think you should look that way because of him. "We're just gonna go lay in bed. We don't have to go to sleep. We can stay up as long as you want. Light on or light off, whatever you wanna do, let's just move it to the room."

You sigh, still not completely convinced that the night isn't over, but Toji managed to persuade you. "Will you carry me, please? My legs feel like jelly."

"Of course. What kind of person would I be if I let you stumble into the room on your own?"

You sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, your face buried into the crook of his neck. "You'd still be my favorite person, but i'd be a little upset..."

Toji stands from the couch, humming in response to your quiet mumbles.

"...but not really upset. Just a little bummed. Not for too long, though, 'cause I love you, but I would expect an apology from you if I fell down," you draw out.

Toji cracks at your little ramblings. It's a ten second walk from the couch to the bedroom, and the whole time you were working through a hypothetical conflict.

"Yeah? You'd want me to say sorry?" He asks, setting you down on the bed.

"Mhm, and then I wouldn't be upset or bummed anymore," you mutter to yourself as you roll onto your back.

"That's fair. Want the light on or off?"

"Off," you blurt. "Let's tell scary stories," you trill, enthusiastically. You pull the blanket over your lower body until it reaches just below your chest.

Toji makes his way to the bed after turning off the light. He takes his shirt off, and out of habit lets it fall to the floor. "We're not telling scary stories this late at night," he says, joining you beneath the blanket.

"But, they're funny," you say, turning to face him. "I don't get scared, either."

"Depends on who's telling the story. I'm sure as hell not gonna feed you a nightmare, doll."

"Boo," you say, lowly. "Whatever, i'm over it already," you mutter, rolling your eyes.

Toji watches you grow more and more tired as you throw random, nonsensical topics at him. You're taking longer to respond by the minute, and you're dozing off while humming in thought. You shake awake each time it happens and try to keep the conversation going, but Toji just shushes you and tells you to go back to sleep.

"I can see the moon through the window," you mumble, looking past him.

"I know, shh..." he hushes you, again.

"There's only like... one star," you whisper, in awe.

"Baby, come here," Toji says, like he's about to lecture you about the rules of sleep, but really he's just thinking that if his body heat doesn't put you down, he's gonna have to stay up with you until you fall asleep on your own.

You scoot closer towards Toji, tucking your arms into your chest when he reaches out to pull you into him the rest of the way. His body exudes so much warmth, you feel like you don't need the blanket at all.

There was nothing left for you to say when you couldn't see or feel anything but him. It was as if you were gone the second he enveloped you in his arms. You were small to the brink of nonexistence, no longer there to tell him what your surroundings were, or to ask him thoughtless, silly questions. You were no longer there to fight off the sleep he only seemed to bring closer towards you. Feeling his warm skin against you made you change your mind about this invisible fiend that was pulling your eyelids down. You now welcomed the calls to rest from your steady heartbeats.

Your silence gave him the answer he needed, but for good measure, he poked at you with a whisper of, "Ma?" and waited a few seconds for your response. Nothing. He sighed and coiled around you tighter. Thoughts of the night ran through his head. Your soft, yet, occasionally bruising kisses and the imprints of your teeth on his skin, your unapologetic laughter, your certainty in using the pet names that claimed him as yours. He was weak for the amount of times you openly told him you loved him. It was a psychedelic dream, to say the least. One he hoped would continue once he followed you into slumber.

You woke up hours later, completely smothered by your bear of a man. All you could do was stare up at the ceiling, while you waited for Toji to wake up because he was literally breathing down your neck. His arm rested over your chest, his legs were tangled with yours, and his face was right beside your face. You weren't feeling the effects of the wine anymore, and luckily, you didn't have a headache or any signs of a hangover. You were back, which meant...

"What are you staring at?" A deep, raspy voice jolts you out of your thoughts.

You look at the handsome face next to you, and as if your heart can hear and see, it wakes up. "Nothing. Just woke up," you lie.

"Mm... you were staring hard at the roof. I thought it came to life or something," Toji chuckles. You smile, briefly, before looking at the ceiling again.

Toji releases you and flips onto his back, wanting to know what's so fascinating about the space you're looking at. "What are you thinking?" He asks, when he discovers nothing but blank space.

You take your time, not wanting to stumble over your words. Your heart skips a beat when he turns his head to look at you. In the time it takes for you to respond, you both could have gone back to sleep again.

"A penny for your thoughts?" he finally says, following the idiom with a question. "Did I even use that correctly?"

You can't help but laugh, nodding your head to answer his question. "I'm thinking about last night. Sorry if I said anything stupid."

Toji turns his body towards you again, thinking the only thing that's stupid is that he's still staring at the roof instead of staring at you. "You didn't. You were calm, from what I got to see, at least."

"So... boring."

"Not boring," he instantly catches. "You were perfect. You didn't have me running around chasing you, you weren't a brat—it couldn't have gone better, ma." He purposely missed something in his less than brief recount of the night to you. He can think back to the emotions that seeped through your little daze, and your insecurity about outwardly showing him love, all he wants, but there's no way in hell he's bringing that up to you, now. "You ramble a lot," he adds, a soft smile emerging on his face.

You can feel your cheeks warming up. "Oh god," you groan in embarrassment. "That's not- Sorry, that sounds... not so fun. Annoying of me, actually."

"Stop, it was cute," he assures, adding more fury to the blush creeping on your face. "Then you wouldn't go to sleep 'cause you kept seeing stuff outside the window."

You wanted to drown yourself in the blanket. Shame and embarrassment were winning their battle against you, as always.

"That was also cute," he says, watching the way your lips twitch as you bite back a smile. "You know my favorite part, though?" He says, grinning as he leans towards your ear.

"N-No, what?" You ask, trying so hard not to giggle.

"When you kissed me and told me you loved me," he murmurs into your ear like it's a dirty secret.

You snicker, the short sound of amusement evolving into laughter within seconds. You throw the blanket over your face and partially over Toji's face. The sight of your veiled body shaking with laughter lured out a couple chuckles of his own.

"That's funny?" He asks, pulling the blanket down, allowing you to see the sly grin he's sporting.

"A little bit," you respond, smiling— a remainder of your laughter.

"Silly girl. Come here," he says, dragging you back into his arms. There's no reason you should be awake at six in the morning on your day off. "Let's go back to sleep," he murmurs into the crown of your head. "We can go out for breakfast, later."

"Okay," you mumble, eyes shut already as you embrace the natural warmth of his body.

"One more thing," he murmurs. You don't raise your gaze, but your ears are open and you're listening closely. "Tell me you love me."

You didn't expect that, but you weren't going to deny him of such a simple thing. The words were easy to recite because you meant them with every fiber of your being. "I love you, Toji," you comply, immediately.

He sighs, contently, almost like hearing those words revitalized him. "Love you, too, mama."

That went out to every version of you.

On with Toji and his shy girl.

Toji is well aware of how badly you want to take things further with him. He catches you looking at his crotch at least twenty times a day, and when he points it out, your face goes crimson and you blubber out your repetitive denial about how you weren't even looking there. You always blame it on your horrible attention span and how you are prone to zoning out, but he knows better. Your eyes follow the outline in his pants instead of just staring at one spot. He finds it endearing, and he knows you'll get there, so he doesn't push it, but the look on his face tells you everything. He knows.

Sometimes, Toji gets impatient. He never tells you about it because it's not your fault you have his mind communicating with his dick. He has you— a pretty little thing to keep him company, but you're not like any woman he's ever been with before. You're subtle about your urges, and you don't outwardly beg for him to touch you.

When he's being touchy with you, you try to lean into it. It feels good to have his arms around you, but you can't help how he himself makes you feel. He never fails to make you nervous and you can't stop the thrashing of your heart when his hand goes up your shirt. He can feel you shaking as his hand glides up your torso, to your chest. He splays his hand over your heart, feeling the rhythmic crash of it against his palm. It's beating so fast.

"Holy shit," he laughs, feeling the quick rise and fall of your chest. "Baby, turn around and look at me." His hand slides down and out of your shirt. It rides across your stomach as you slowly turn to face him, resting on your waist once you settle. His green eyes take in the sight of your timid expression. There was a soft look in your eyes that was paired with your quivering lips as you attempted to smile for him. "My pretty girl," he starts, his hand coming up to tenderly cup your cheek, "you'll give yourself a heart attack if you don't relax." His eyes follow yours as they derail from his gaze. He can feel the heat that was linked to the pretty shade of red flourishing on your cheeks. "I'm not gonna hurt you." He searches your eyes for comprehension. "You get that?"

"I know," you mumble, shakily putting your hand on his. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Just wanna hear you say 'yes, Toji. I understand'."

"Yes, Toji..." you sigh, pausing to giggle, nervously, due to the wave of embarrassment that courses through you.

"Go on," he says, a sly grin on his face. "Finish."

"I understand," you continue. "I do."

"Good girl," he praises, pinching your cheek. You're like a small bunny to Toji. He would do anything and everything to protect you because you're just so cute and innocent. You're a constant victim to his teasing because of how bashful you are about the little things. It's the exact reason for why Toji loves catching you off guard, sometimes hugging you from behind and leaning in to bite your shoulder. He loves that you always jolt, even when you know it's coming, and you gasp in shock every time. He can't get enough of it.

"Kiss me, yeah?" He says, eyeing your lips. He's leading you, as always, because he's not afraid to tell you he wants you. If he wants a kiss, he'll ask for it or he'll steal it from you. Most of the time, it's the latter.

"Okay," you say, leaning in to place a quick peck on his lips. It's short lived, but Toji got a taste of the sweet lipgloss you're wearing, and he needs more.

"That's just selfish, baby. Come on," he says, pulling you close, again. "Kiss me like you actually like me." He takes charge this time, locking his lips with yours. He starts out slow, but as your lipgloss is transferred onto his lips, and his tongue gets to taste more of its sweetness, he finds himself craving much more. He takes note of how you're struggling to keep up because of your lack of breath, so he resorts to kissing the corners of your lips to give you a chance to breathe. "You taste so sweet, mama." The second your breathing is regulated, he goes back to inhaling you, chuckling into a few kisses when he hears your little pants return. "Fuck, you're killing me." He wipes the remainder of your lipgloss off his lips with a thumb, and watches the flustered expression on your face as he sucks it off.

"Toji..." you whine, burying your face in his chest. You've never met someone like him. So confident that even when he's the one who craves your attention, you get shy about the way he asks for it.

"What? Flustered?" He asks, grinning at the grip you have on his shirt. You nod, silently. "That's too bad," he says with faux sympathy. "'Cause I'm not gonna stop. Not when you react so adorably to every little thing I do to you." He tests his theory and pokes your rib. You squeak in surprise, the exact reaction Toji expected. You sigh, red faced as you flip back onto your other side, facing away from Toji again. "You're really not helping your case, baby. Can't even look at me."

"Hold me," you say, immediately feeling like you're asking too much of him. "Please," you add, to diminish as much of that feeling as you can. Toji would do anything you ask of him because you barely ask him for anything. You're low maintenance, but even then, he understands that it's up to him to make sure you feel loved, cared for, and appreciated, regardless of whether you ask him to show you these affections or not.

"Alright, doll," he says, groaning as he positions himself so that he's spooning you. You can feel his body heat engulfing you as he molds his body into yours. His chest is warm against your back, and his thigh is slightly overlapping your thigh. "Don't know why you struggle to ask me for stuff like this. I won't turn you down."

"I don't wanna annoy you," you say, looking down at his arm that is wrapped around your waist. You can feel his blunt nails on your skin, a slightly ticklish sensation lingering as he draws little lines on you.

"You calling me annoying?" He asks, jokingly. You can hear the playfulness in his tone, a soft laugh released through his nose.

"No... No, I would never, Toji. You're not... I don't think-"

"Shh... I'm fucking with you, doll." He smiles as he places a quick kiss to the nape of your neck, the gesture eliciting soft goosebumps on your stomach, beneath his hand. "I'm only annoying around you... because of how cute, and pretty... and soft you are." You can feel his hands starting to travel further beneath your shirt again. Your heart pangs when his fingers just barely go beneath the cups of your bra, tracing the bottoms of your breasts. "So warm and delicate," he murmurs, continuing to roam further up your torso until he reaches your neck. He brings his index and middle fingers up to your pulse point, instantly locating the restless palpitations of your heart. "You're like a scared little bunny," he says, referring to the quick rhythm of your heart and how tense you've become. "I can put you at ease." His hand goes back down your torso, finding the knotted strings of your sweatpants. "You want that?" He purrs, against the nape of your neck.

"Okay," you respond, hazily, already dizzy on his attention. You can't deny how hot he gets you when he talks to you like this, despite the way your heart is constantly threatening to explode. He easily lures involuntary reactions from your body, like the messiness of your drooling arousal, or the goosebumps that rise when he so much as puts a hand on your back.

"Tell me you want it, mama," he says, untying the knot of your sweatpants. "Tell me how badly you want me to get between those pretty thighs," he says, lowly, right behind you.

"Please, touch me, Toji," you say, turning your head to face him for a brief second before bashfully turning back. You roll down your sweatpants and kick them off once they're down to your ankles. "They're off for you," you say, meekly.

"Oh, you're so fucking cute," he says, immediately feeling up your soft, exposed thighs. "Want me to make you cum?" His hand swipes over the front of your panties, lightly feeling up the soft texture of the garment.

"Please," you say, subtly begging for him to keep touching you. The simple word makes you feel every ounce of vulnerability in the moment, more intensely.

"Such a sweetheart. Don't even have to train you to be nice. It's just in you, huh?"

"Mhm..." you hum, your cunt throbbing at the feeling of his thick fingers rubbing you over your panties. You're already squirming in his hold. His lips against the back of your neck are adding so much to the overwhelming stimulation.

"Toji..." you whimper, wishing you could curl in on yourself while still feeling this pleasure. You grip your pillow as he keeps gliding his glossy fingertips up and down your clothed slit.

"So wet every time, baby. Your panties are a mess," he says lowly into your ear as he spreads the mess even more with each stroke of his fingers. You feel his hard on pressed against your ass, your little jolts of pleasure pushing back into him, offering little relief for him as he bears the sultry sounds of your quiet moans and whimpers. "I know this isn't not enough, so i'm gonna say this once, and once only my pretty girl." Toji's voice goes so low that you think you're being subtly disciplined by him. "Beg for more if you want more."

You gasp, uttering out a desperate, "T-Toji, please. Please, please, please."

"Please what, doll?" He says. Toji works to help you speak up in these situations. He can't help you if you don't say anything, and you'll learn this the hard way if you have to.

"Mmm... c-can you..." you squeak, putting your face in your pillow.

"Calm down and get it out," he murmurs, before kissing your shoulder.

"Please, put your hand inside," you blurt.

"Good girl," he praises. "You know, it's just you and me, right now. You're safe," he coos, sliding his hand into your panties. It's instantly met with warmth and stickiness as he glides his fingers through your slit.

"S-Sorry, i'm sorry.. S-So-," you whimper into your pillow, only able to focus on the pressurized motion of his middle finger rubbing up against your clit. His eyes go dark at the sound of your muffled little moans and whimpers. He can't help the deep chuckle that leaves him when you gasp and allow yourself to seek more pleasure by grinding against his hand.

"You're alright, baby," he murmurs with that softness you're so comfortable hearing from him. "Just let me hear those cute sounds you're making, yeah?" His cock was already twitching in his pants, but something about hearing you giggle while panting made it start throbbing even more. "Feels a lot better, huh?" He says, holding back a groan when your ass pushes against his crotch, again.

You nod, against the pillowcase, your shuddered moans homing into his ears. Toji nearly growls at the way you're consistently rubbing up against his crotch. It feels too good, it's starting to mess with his head. This isn't about him, yet he's so ready to let his selfish side come out and play.

"Fuck," he groans into your ear, a sound that makes your heart drop. "You gonna let me put it in, today?"

You don't answer, hoping your quiet moans make up for your lack of words. You want it so bad, though. At this point, you were having more frequent wet dreams of Toji and you want to believe the reason is because you've denied yourself the experience for so long, but those dreams are more than just a gentle introduction to sex with Toji. They're borderline perverted, featuring things you wouldn't even be able to utter to Toji. At least not now.

"Hm? Gonna let me slide into you, mama?" He asks, gliding his finger through your slit, teasing your entrance when he goes lower. You nearly choked on your own spit once he pushed the digit through, meanwhile Toji had the privilege of previewing the way your cunt spasms around something. His finger for now, but he's hoping maybe something else, later.

You're gripping the pillowcase in your hands so tightly as he feeds the length of his finger into your velvety walls. You're rendered speechless as you tremble in his hold, high pitched whimpers leaving you as you near your orgasm.

"Answer the question, pretty," he gently prompts.

"O-Okay," you say, breathily. "Yes, mhm..." you babble. You're no longer able to hold back your moans or the way your back arches off his front when you finish on his finger. The thick digit slows down inside you, warm coos of "good girl" being murmured to you as you go into your blissful state of serenity. Toji pulls his hand out, admiring the mess you left on his hand. He can't help the wicked grin that takes over his lips at the sight, your glossy remnants coating his middle finger and smearing across his palm.

"Perfect, baby," he praises. He kisses your shoulder and takes the measures necessary to calm your rapid breathing. A warm palm to your back, a secure embrace, words to ensure overall that he's got you.

He turns you over, so that you're flat on your back and takes in the relieved look on your face. He had exactly five seconds to watch you before you became fully conscious of the situation.

"Well, I know you sound pretty with my fingers inside you. Wonder what you sound like with something else in there?"

"Toji..." you whine, flustered by his vulgarity. You had nothing to cover your face with. The vulnerability you felt was immense. Toji's attention alone was like having the eyes of a thousand people focused on your every move.

"In all seriousness, we've been talking about this for a while, now, doll." He cups your jaw with one hand, allowing his thumb to run across your heated cheek. "I want you to feel comfortable when we're together, 'specially during stuff like this." He stares at your glossy lips for a second, thinking of the guaranteed sugary taste before flitting his eyes back to yours. "I don't want you to be scared of saying 'no' to me about anything."

"I'm not scared. I trust you," you say, resting your hand on his wrist. "I'm ready, if you want me." You smile softly, and your gaze nervously shifts from his to his neck, then his chest, before directing itself to his arm.

"If I want you?" Toji laughs in disbelief. "It's sad that you still don't get how much I do." He retracts his hand and figures out a way to loop himself around you so that you're under him. "I want you so fucking bad, baby," he says, leaning forward and into you. He notices the way you jolt when his tent pokes your crotch, and suppresses the devilish grin begging to come out. "I know you can feel it, right?"

You nod, unable to form words in the moment when he's looking at you like that, while shamelessly displaying his desire for you. "Good. Now, one more time, doll. Do you want me?"

"So bad, Toji," you utter. "Beyond bad," you add to accentuate your desperate need for him.

"Fuck... Yeah, mama?" He grins, leaning closer to pepper your face with kisses. You instinctively shut your eyes as he aims higher up on your cheeks and your temple.

"Please..." You sigh. Your cunt is pulsing around nothing due to the way his clothed length rubs against it, through your underwear. "I need you- w-want you," you falsely correct, a nervous giggle leaving you. You can feel the roses that died down on your cheeks begin to bloom again.

Toji perks up when the words leave your lips. He never thought you'd be the one outwardly saying that you need him, but here you both are, edging each other physically and verbally.

"I heard that," he teases, smirking at the sound of another giggle coming from you. "Gonna take real good care of you, baby. Don't worry." He massages your thighs, his face nose distance away from yours so he can catch the glint of lust in your eyes that you hide from him like your life depends on it. He won't kiss you until you either take it from him or ask for it. He can see you staring at his lips to avoid the suffocating eye contact that comes with being so close.

"Put it into words, ma," he says, lightly snapping the elastic band of your underwear on your skin, a couple times. "Tell me."

"Kiss me?" You ask, meekly. Your wish was his command, because he immediately removed the remaining distance between your lips and his. His hands are hot as they travel up your shirt, again. This time they reach behind you to unclip your bra. You're all too aware of the lack of pressure on your chest, as the cups loosen, only pushed against you by your shirt.

He pulls back, a sly grin on his face before his shirt is being tugged off. You have the cutest expression on your face, like you're lost on how things got to this point. Nonetheless, you follow his lead and sit up to take your shirt off. Your halfway off bra is fully removed and tossed aside, along with your shirt. All the alarms of anxiety are sounding off in your head, as you sit there, with only your hands as censors to the sight of your breasts.

"You're pretty," he says, putting his hands on yours. He doesn't pull them down, and instead waits for you to be comfortable enough to reveal yourself to him. It doesn't take long when you start ogling his body. You subconsciously drop your hands as you take in the occasional nicks and scars on his torso. You want to touch all of them, you want to touch all of him. He looks so handsome and soft, and those imperfections all but stunt his attractiveness. You reach out and touch a scar located beneath his ribs, watching his face to make sure it's okay for you to touch him this way, and he shows his approval by doing the same to you. The only difference is you squeak at the slightly ticklish sensation.

"Sorry." You smile, sheepishly, before retracting your hand.

He shakes his head. "You're cute." It was more meant to assure you than fluster you, yet there you were, throwing yourself back onto the pillow with your hands covering your face and your forearms blocking your breasts once again. You're so deep in thought that you don't pay any mind to all the shuffling going on as Toji rids himself of the rest of his clothes.

It's as if the air is knocked out of your lungs when you see the heavy thing Toji packs. It's red and swollen at the tip, and the sight of precum spilling makes your heart race. You feel some burst of pride as you imagine that you're the one making him react this way, but this doesn't sway you from your thoughts of how this could possibly work out for either of you.

"That- Um... How- Mmm..." you buffer, as you struggle to figure out how to bring up the matter without seeming like you're chickening out on him.

He laughs, wholeheartedly, at the expression on your face. You look unsettled, yet curious, and your loss for words only adds on to the picture of innocence he holds for you. "Oh, sweetheart," he says through short remnants of laughter. "You're gonna make my ego burst, if you keep that up." He massages your hips, taking note of the way you press your thighs together at the simple touch. "Ever had an actual dick in there, doll?" There's not an ounce of jest in the question. He just wants to know if you've experienced anything past fingering and oral.

You nod, and your heart thrashes in your chest. Would your response change his view on you? Would he treat you with more roughness because you've gone all the way with some of your past lovers? It was a scary thing to think about, despite the way his thumbs lovingly continued to apply pressure to your hips, like it was a step in your preparation for taking him.

Toji just nods in understanding. He doesn't blame any of the men who got to you before him. With all your amazing qualities and that pretty face of yours, who wouldn't want to stick you? Regardless, based on your reaction, he doubts you've been with a man as... well endowed as him.

"I'll be gentle with you, baby, like you're losing your precious flower all over again." He watches your shoulders gradually drop, your body somewhat relaxed due to his touch and his verbal reassurance. "Let's get these off, yeah?" He says, tugging at your underwear. You lift your hips for him and allow him to roll the garment down your legs. You're just as bare as him, yet you feel the vulnerability at a different volume.

His eyes are glued to the glossiness of your cunt, and all he can think about is what you'll sound like and what you'll look like when you'll filled with him.

"So pretty, mama," he says, thumbing at your slit. "A fucking work of art," he adds when you start squirming like you're sensitive to the combination of his words and touch.

"Toji, no-" your arms are just a bit short of the distance necessary to stop him from sticking his thumb in his mouth.

"Fuck," he growled when your taste coated the tip of his tongue. He had to go back in for more, this time eating straight from the honey pot. He couldn't stop. Not until there was enough of you on his tongue to be swallowed.

You thought this was it. That he would forget about wanting to be inside you when he was too distracted trying to make his palate memorize your taste. Then the muscle halted and you experienced a mini heart attack with the way he uttered "kiss me" with the urgency of a deadline that's past due.

He wasted no time raising himself and looming over you again, his cock making contact with your body for the first time. The kiss was filled with heavy breathing coming from both of you due to the way he slid his length through your slit, back and forth. You could taste yourself on his tongue, which was exactly what Toji was aiming for. A distraction for you with a taste he'll never be able to properly describe. A distraction as he glides his cock between your sticky folds, one last time, before he's directing the tip towards your entrance. You turn your face away to break the kiss, whimpering when he nudges his tip just a little further into you, enough so that you don't push him out and force him to start over.

"I know... I know, princess," he coos, taking in the quiver of your lips. "Put your hands on me. On my arms, my shoulders—whatever you can grip onto that isn't my dick." He grins at the soft laugh that accompanies your misty eyes, and soon enough your hands are on his biceps. They trail up to his shoulders when he dips down to kiss you again. "You can taste yourself, huh?" He mumbles into the corner of your lips, driving more of his length into you, as you respond with a hum and a nod.

"So sweet, doll..." he murmurs, locking lips with you again afterwards. He pushes another inch of his cock into you, swallowing your pained whimpers and squeaks. Rather than digging your nails into his skin, you found yourself losing the strength to even grab onto him. Your shaky fingers peeled off his shoulders and your heels dipped into the mattress. You let out shaky breaths through your nose, which Toji does not ignore. "Mm..." he hums, lips smacking as he releases your lips. "Fuck," he groans. "You got it, mama. Taking it so well. So fucking well, sweetheart." His brows subconsciously crease at the sight of tears spilling from the corners of your eyes.

"Oh, sorry. Sorry," you repeat, using your palm to wipe away the tears. You chuckle, the sound coming out congested. "It's stupid," you mumble, as more tears fill your waterline.

"Hard part's almost over, baby. Promise it'll feel better in a sec." He leans forward to kiss away your new wave of tears, wiping the trails of dampness with the rough pad of his thumb. "It's gonna be so good. Soooo good, baby." He grins when you giggle at the elongated word, and kisses your temple while working the remainder of his length into you. "That's it, that's it- fuck, doll," he mutters, releasing the animalistic groan that's been trapped in his chest for the duration of the time it took to sheathe himself into you. He couldn't bring himself to brag about how good he was feeling when your pretty face was warped by discomfort, but it didn't change the fact that he felt everything. He felt the tightness that was accompanied by borderline rejection from your lack of custom to his cock, he felt the clenching that came with the seemingly never ending intrusion, and he felt your clammy little fingers on his burning skin, until they slid off.

You felt a familiar ache between your thighs, one that replicated your first time, but Toji wasn't lying when he said he'd treat you like you were going through that experience. If he were anyone but your lover, he could've been less careful, yet there he was, wiping your tears and encouraging you to get through the initial struggle in order to get what he wanted to give you from the start.

"All good, ma? Too much?" He asks in search of your verification. He's surveying your now more relaxed features, waiting for your response.

"That's it, right?" you ask, blinking up at him.

"That's it," he confirms, warmth radiating in his gaze.

You let out the biggest sigh, the gesture lifting a good pound off your shoulders. You've been holding your breath the entire time, taking everything for the sake of being good for Toji.

"I can feel you in my guts," you say, jokingly to relieve some of the tension in the situation.

"Good or bad?"

"Anymore and you'll be able to wrap my intestines around it," you add, a lighthearted giggle leaving you.

He laughs through his nose, an unshakeable grin on his face. "Silly girl. Think you can handle some movement?"

You nod, absorbing the glint in his eyes at your agreement. With that, he drags himself out of you, before slowly feeding himself in again. You gasp, immediately flushing at the sound of your voice. You felt more embarrassed now that Toji was able to watch your face.

"M-More... please...?" You managed to squeak out.

"Okay, doll," he says, increasing the pace a little.

Toji's rhythm was tweaked until the noises you tried so hard to keep to a minimum, could no longer be contained. Your whimpers were released into the open air, moans flowing smoothly with every push and pull of his hips. Your breasts were covered in his spit and purpling marks.

"God- Don't look-" you pant, rapidly. "Please... stop staring..." You were flustered beyond repair, your palms coming up to cover your flushed face.

"Let me-" he starts, cut off by a grunt. "Fuck, let me see that pretty face," he tries again, the words coming out raspy. "You either take down those hands or i'll do it for you, doll."

"N-No, please," you beg, a visible shudder reverberating through your body. Having him watch you this close was driving you insane. You felt like he was gonna eat you alive.

"Take them down. Last time i'm gonna say it."

Toji was never mean to you. He liked teasing the hell out of you in good fun, but nothing could ever make him intentionally hurt you or make you feel lesser. Even this sternness came from the pit of his heart.

"Three..."

"Please, no."

"Two..."

"B-Baby," you call, in an attempt to distract him. It made a good reach but he had to shake it off.

"One... Now you've temporarily lost the use of your arms," he says, effortlessly pulling your hands away from your face, pinning them beside your head with his own enormous hands. He instantly captures the flourishing red on your cheeks. "You're so cute, ma. What are you hiding yourself from me for? Huh?"

You think you might die with the way he's gripping onto your soul through the way he holds eye contact. Unwavering, intense, just borderline debilitating.

"Please, Toji. Don't look at me like that."

"I want to. You're so pretty, it's getting me off, doll." He groans, the clench of your cunt around his cock squeezing him so well. "I know it's doing things to you, too. You like being watched by me, baby?"

You've never felt so good that your eyes rolled back into your head. To say that you were in heaven was an understatement for what you truly felt, because it happened then and there, for the first time. Those pretty eyes that normally freeze in shock or widen in surprise, were reduced to white cue balls, fluttering shut to prolong the inevitable acknowledgment of the sight by Toji. You inhale sharply, releasing the breath, shakily.

"Fuuuck, princess..." he practically growls. "That was enough of an answer. Holy fuck." He smirks at the way you avoid his gaze after the matter, your mouth still slightly ajar as you release those doubled little breaths. "So good- Such a good fucking girl," he speaks into your jaw, his ability to hear you enhancing when you start breathing and moaning beside his ear. "Fuck, gonna cum, doll. Where do you want it?"

"God... fuck it into me," you babble, so confidently, almost mindlessly.

"Yeah? Want me to fuck it into you?" He purrs, lips sucking on your sensitive skin.

"Mhm," you hum quietly, the high pitch confirming your pleasure ridden daze. Your nails have left enough indentations in your palms to need caring for after you both finish, so you uncurl your fingers and try to loosen Toji's grip on your wrist.

"Can't have you covering your pretty face again, baby. N-Not when i'm so close," he reproves, unlatching himself from your jaw to stare into your shiny eyes. You somehow managed to get what you wanted, anyway. His left hand dragged up your wrist, and over your palm before lacing his fingers between yours, effectively keeping it pinned to the bed while satisfying your need for more tenderness. "You sure, doll? I can't stop it once it happens," he says, desperate for your response as his orgasm gets closer.

"Please, Toji..." you confirm, squeezing his hand. Within a couple seconds he gives you everything he has. He sounds like someone who's been deprived of physical intimacy for too long, the gasps and hitched breaths he leaks bringing a tremble to your chest with how hard your heart is beating against your ribcage.

"Oh fuck, baby... baby." He lets out a short, deep laugh, ragged breaths expelled from his mouth as he thrusts significantly more slowly into you, pushing his warm seed further with every roll of his hips. He leans down to connect his lips with you, releasing your left wrist to drag his right hand down between where you both connect. He rubs your clit rapidly, swallowing the little whimpers you hum into his mouth as he rapidly works to bring you another orgasm. "Cum," he whispers, only pausing the languid entanglement of your lips for the purpose of getting the single word out. As if you were compelled by him, your walls violently spasmed around his length and you released all over him.

Toji responded to all your unfinished thoughts and unabashed moans, with nodding and humming to assure you that your rambling was being heard. He lured out all your pleasure, only stopping when you cried out little pleas for mercy, your stomach quivering and your legs twitching.

Toji returned his index and middle fingers to the pulse point on your neck, staring at you as he felt your heartbeat tap rapidly against his fingertips. He wordlessly watched with a smirk on his face, until your little huffs subsided and your heartbeat somewhat regulated.

"My little bunny," he teases, that sly, fox-like grin undying.

Your cheeks burned with every second that his gaze lingered on your face. All you could do was let out a small whine at the nickname before pushing his hand away from your neck.

He pulls out of you, taking in the tremble of your thighs that accompanies the new vacancy of your cunt. You let out a final sigh, before completely stilling on the bed. He ran two fingers between your slit, smearing your combined mixture of fluids on your inner thighs and stomach. You couldn't argue about the messiness when your pussy fluttered at the gesture.

Toji lets himself fall into place beside you, immediately bringing you close to him again. He blinks, not knowing how to phrase what he feels in the moment. He feels good, happy, satisfied, and everything in between. You're glowing right before him. He can see himself in your eyes from how much they shine.

"Doll, stay." He lets out the breath caught in his chest, bringing a warm hand to the dulcet features on your face.

"Hm?" You heard him, but you want him to be sure. You like to believe you know Toji's mannerisms well enough, and this is a test for one of them. You know that if he's not sure about something or if he's second guessing himself, he won't repeat what he said.

"I want you to stay," he repeats, shutting down your doubts. His thumb tenderly grazes your cheek. "Stay and freshen up with me before bed. I've always wanted to hear your morning voice."

You furrow your brows in confusion, a soft smile still gracing your face. "You've heard my morning voice. I've stayed over before."

He smirks. "That's not how I mean it, baby. You'll find out tomorrow if you stay."

"Oh. Oh... Jeez, Toji." You can't even look at him. There's a familiar look of innocence on your face, one that Toji loves more than you'll ever know. Your eyes get all glassy and your cheeks start glowing red. You start giggling at every little thing, not able to move past such an indirectly vulgar thing so quickly.

He pulls you even closer, a grin on his face as your noses touch. "Stay," he repeats, again. "You know you want to." He lures a giggle out of you with this. "And I want you here."

You break. You were never gonna say no, but it was becoming increasingly harder to withhold your response. "Okay, okay."

"Yeah?" He pecks your lips. "You're gonna stay?" He places another quick kiss.

"Ye- To-" He keeps interrupting you with rapid, chaste kisses. "Toji." You giggle. "I'm staying!"

"I knew that."

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

toji loves listening to you ramble. i really think he does. he finds your voice so soothing, so comforting, no matter whatever the fuck you're actually talking about. he's lazing on the coach at home while you're out running some errands and ranting about how stupid people can be over the phone. he laughs quietly to himself, very amused by your annoyed tone. but he loves it. he wants to hear what you've bought, where you've been, what you've eaten, where you're going next. he loves hearing you talk to the barista, never ending the call with him. he listens to you order a sweet little beverage and he's smiling, happy about the fact that you're having a good time.

he can't wait until you come home though. he already knows you're going to step inside and immediately hit him with another ramble as if you weren't just on the phone with him. he watches you kick off your shoes and remove your coat, he watches you place your bags onto the table before making your way over to him. you give him a big toothy grin and he doesn't even have time to respond because you're already falling flat on him. folding your hands on his chest, you rest your chin on top of them - staring at your boyfriend at an uncanny angle. his big arms curl around your middle and now you truly feel at home.

"arytiredfmyet?"

he rumbles a chuckle from beneath you and pinches your side, reveling in the little squeak you let out. "ya gotta speak louder than that, sweetheart."

with an eye-roll, you grumble back. "i asked whether you're tired of me yet..."

he looks so terribly comfy. and homey. and he smells so fucking good. you've never seen a boyfriend look so boyfriend. he's warm and he's looking at you with the softest eyes, despite the little smug grin that's creeping on his lips.

"ya got more for me?"

"i'm afraid so. awful, just awful things happened on the bus." you nod your head, eyes big - emphasizing your words like you almost died on your way back home and his insides feel extremely gooey. you're so close and you're warm, too. he can feel your heartbeat pounding directly above his own, the touch is just right. he knows you're tired; you've had a long day but you're still so set on talking his ears off and he loves you.

his scarred hands knead the skin of your waist. he looks like a big domesticated wolf. you want to scratch his ears. you surpress your desire to tell him that though. his lips stretch into a proper smile and your stomach fills with butterflies.

"can't wait to hear all about it, sweetheart."

Toji and Stretch Marks.

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Toji, he's a real man. He LOVES stretch marks.

You've always been insecure about your stretch marks and always preferred to cover them up...but not until you started dating Toji.

During your first time, he discovered the beautiful marks on your body, without hesitation he kissed every part of your body. He simply loves em. They're just so so beautiful to him. He never leaves a chance to kiss them, run his fingers on them. To him those marks tell a story. A story that he will hear all day if it takes that long.

He'll slowly start getting you clothes that show them off, and help you feel confident in them, because after you, the second most pretty thing about you are your stretch marks.

He wants his pretty girl to know how pretty she is and loved no matter how she looks, it's all about having a clean and kind heart

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this is more on the shorter and fluffier side eh? 😭 lmk what you think about this babess <3

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Toji and Small Boobs.

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Toji, he doesn't love small boobies. He's fucking OBSESSED with them. Everything about them is just perfect to him.

You see, toji is quite a handsy, touchy man. He likes to feel his beloved all the time. And you simply make his life so much easier, how? Having a smaller chest really gives you the freedom to honestly wear whatever you want without having to worry about a bra.

Now that not only makes you look the hottest but also gives him easy access to his favorite area to touch you. A win win for toji honestly. His woman can dress up in all these pretty outfits AND he can touch them whenever he wants? oh boy, he's about to faint.

He's always sucking, licking, biting, holding onto your boob. They're honestly his favorite moral support after you of course. He loves how perfectly they fit in his hands, hoe easy it is to tease your nipples when he's holding them. He loves everything about then and he makes sure that you know that.

He likes to slide his hand under your shirt, just to feel the soft skin at any given moment. Days when he's tried from work, he smiply walks up to you, lifts your shirt and slides his head under.

Toji, even though he's more on the "colder side" in nature, doesn't change the fact that he loves his girl more than anything. Never will he let anyone make his pretty girl feeling insecure about herself.

He loves every part of you, you're his precious gem, he will never let anyone take your shine away.

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idk how I feel about this one honestly, so lmk your opinions

and also to anon who was asking if I'm doing toji x small boobies, hope you too like it!!! 😮‍💨

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

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“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.

Bruh, why I am only seeing a little fluff with Toji? He deserved have a lots of fluff and comfort!! Justice for fluff Toji! After all he's going through a lot :'>

My bae needs love and comfort he deserves T^T

୨୧. 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞-𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥

: ̗̀➛ when was the last time this man got a good night's sleep? pairing: toji x fem!reader. fluff, fluff, fluff...

an: just needed to get this out before i do my hw lol. i picture this as like pre-relationship :P wc: ~600

toji recalls one of the moments he realized he was whipped.

after hopping from place to place, staying in shitty motels and abandoned train stations, he got his first true and proper rest with you.

he’s used to waking up to the sight of an empty bed, a dirty ceiling or, hell, even the open sky when things got really rough.

so when he opens his eyes, refreshed, one of his arms draped across your waist, the assassin is a bit dumbfounded. toji is quick to settle, blinking a couple of times until you come into focus.

“oh, you’re up.” you smile, leaning comfortably against the headboard. "welcome back, sleeping beauty."

why’re you awake? he thinks. usually he’s the one up and at ‘em, rising before the sun.

by the looks of it, you’ve been up for a while. the television was on, playing one of your favorite shows, the volume lowered. you have a mug in your hands, your eyes brighter than any sunrise he’s seen thus far.

he lifts his head and props himself up on one of his elbows, his hair a mess of black strands pointing in all sorts of directions. “yeah.” he yawns, running his fingers across his scalp before he grumbles. “i’m up, i’m up.”

fuck, is this what actual sleep felt like? he hadn’t felt this good in a while.

his eyes catch sight of your alarm clock and he has to rub the excess sleep out of them to make sure he isn’t dreaming.

“eight in the morning?” he sits up, his shoulder brushing against yours as he rests his weight on the headboard. that's a good three, maybe four hours later than he's used to.

you look at him like he has two heads, unable to keep from letting out a light laugh.

"it's not that late." you pause, keeping a tease from slipping past your teeth as your fingers come up to wipe some dried up drool from the scarred corner of his lip. "you were knocked out."

he clicks his tongue, gently swatting your hand away and finishing the job himself. since when did he drool? "yeah, yeah, i'm not a damn baby."

the bed creaks as he adjusts his position, crossing his legs at the ankle and stealing the mug of coffee in your other hand. his nose wrinkles at the sweetness, at that little splash of creamer you usually add.

"you could've fooled me." you retort, taking back your coffee. "plus, it's sunday, so just go back to sleep or something. i already got breakfast on the way."

toji doesn't know what's worse, the fact that you expect him to stay or the fact that, fuck, he wants to.

his response is just a grunt, a stubborn sound of acceptance. the bed is still warm, the company is good and he knows there's no where else he'd rather be.

he'll think about that later, or maybe he wont. for now, he won't deny himself an extra few minutes of rest while you continue to watch your shows.

he lays back down, blanket over his shoulders, and drapes his arm over your lap, head resting against your hip. "you got extra meat, right?" comes his gruff inquiry, more child than man.

"extra meat." you affirm, one hand bringing that sweet caffeine to your lips while the other laxly combs through his hair.

with that, he seems satisfied enough, finding it odd that his head is feeling so heavy. when he drifts off into sleep, his shoulders rising and falling at a steady pace, he dreams of a big breakfast and the promise of a lazy day with you.

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you show your husband some affection, thinking you two were alone - only to be interrupted by your son.

tags. dad!toji fushiguro x wife!female reader. fluff, suggestive. mentions of toji developing / having a dad bod. & reader having a mom bod. reader gets called ‘princess, mama (by gumi)’. baby gumi waking up bcs of a nightmare. excuse me - not beta read bcs i was half asleep when writing this rt_t

“tooooji,” you smile as you enter the kitchen. you’ve put megumi to bed - finally - and have the chance to spend some one-on-one time with your dear husband. both of you deserve the rest after a hard day of work.

toji has been putting the dishes back in their designated spots whilst you were away. the dark-haired man turns his head to the side once he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist. a small grin tugs at his lips, “missed me, princess?”

you roll your eyes. even if years have passed since your marriage, toji has not stopped using that specific nickname for you. he loves calling you ‘princess’, because that’s what you’ll always be to him. in his eyes, at least.

“mhm,” you decide to indulge him. you bury your face into his broad back, feeling the muscles he’s worked so hard on obtaining. after megumi was born, toji did let himself go for a bit, but that is a good sign.

it means he’s content with his life - this peaceful life that he’s settled down for with no regrets. no more being reckless, no more battling for money; he’s now got a family to come back home to after all.

“is the little brat asleep?” toji asks while putting the last dish away. he’s visibly enjoying your warm hands that have slid under his shirt. your skin is so soft to the touch compared to his.

you chuckle and nod to his question. “gumi’s sleeping like a baby,” you rub your husband’s stomach gently, feeling the little bumps of his fading abs. you’re loving his new body - just as much as toji loves yours.

toji turns around to face you, desperately needing to return the favor. he can’t get enough of being with you. his rough hands grab your waist and bring you closer against his body, until your chests are nearly touching. he lowers his head to your neck, “that means i can show my wife how much i love her, yeah?”

you shiver at how toji’s voice turns from soft and gentle to sexual and husky. big hands find their place on your tummy, massaging the loose skin with its stretch marks. you can hear your husband’s breath hitch. “fuck,” toji swallows his spit, his fingers moving to grasp your hips.

toji loves how your hips got wider after you’ve given birth to your child. every change in your body, whether big or small, is completely welcomed by him. your body has blessed toji with a son he loves and he’ll forever be grateful for that fact. the least he can do is take his time to appreciate you.

“so beautiful,” toji sighs as he leaves soft pecks on your neck and throat. his fingers are working their way down to your thighs and ass—not leaving a single patch of skin untouched. his lips eventually find yours and you melt into his embrace.

it’s getting heated and the tension is palpable. toji’s about to lift you into his arms when you catch a glimpse of a short figure in the doorway. your eyes widen and you immediately detach your lips from your husband’s.

toji quickly catches on and sighs. he cocks his head to the left, the sight of his toddler standing at the doorway coming into view. “damn kid,” he whispers, nearly pouting because of the interruption. you playfully slap his bicep—a warning to fix his potty mouth in front of megumi.

“h-hey, gumi,” you say with an awkward giggle, walking towards the child. you fix your shirt in the meantime, straightening the material. you crouch down to megumi’s level and pat his head tenderly, “what happened? why are you out of bed?”

megumi stares up at you with teary eyes. he’s clenching onto his dog plushie, hugging the stuffed animal to his little body. you can easily guess that he’s scared—probably because of a nightmare. he’s been getting those more frequently.

though, instead of explaining himself, megumi searches for answers to something else. he points at his dad who’s leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. the toddler then looks back at you like he’s made some big discovery;

“mama papa kissing!”

you nearly choke on your spit. megumi’s a clever little boy and it shows through his advanced vocabulary. you’re surprised that he’s learnt what that meant already. you try to deny what your child said, “no, uhm, mama and papa were just hugging!”

toji snorts at your half assed excuse. he lazily walks over to you two, hands in his pockets. he bends forwards and looks megumi in the eyes with a huge smirk on his face. “yeah, we were. ‘n you totally ruined it,” he utters without any shame and menacingly sticks his tongue out at the little boy.

you hiss and lightly shove toji—he cannot take anything seriously. you’re trying your best to distract megumi’s attention from what he’s seen his parents do, to what his reason is for waking up.

“did you have a nightmare again?” you coo and pick your son up. he instantly snuggles up to you and presses his face against your chest in search of comfort. you smile and can conclude that your assumptions are right.

you pet megumi’s head whilst softly humming one of his favorite lullabies. toji watches your interaction with his son and his mood softens once more. he silently hugs you from behind—also wrapping an arm around megumi—turning it into a little family group hug.

“y’re all right, buddy,” toji mutters to megumi and the little boy sniffles in response, “mama ‘n papa ‘re right here.”

after a couple minutes, you carry megumi back to his room before putting him down in his bed. your husband stands next to you as you make sure your kid is tucked in properly.

megumi stares up at you with a sniff and you nearly melt at the adorable sight. you brush his bangs out of his eyes and kiss his forehead, wishing him a good night. the toddler nods and hugs his plushie to his chest again, still a bit shaken up from the nightmare. however, he’s doing a lot better after he got comforted by both his parents.

“sweet dreams, gumi,” you whisper and rub megumi’s cheeks with a fond smile on your lips. toji simply stares at you conversing with megumi—his face showing little to no emotion. though, from within, toji is absolutely in awe at your motherly personality. you’re the perfect mother.

megumi gets drowsy and tosses onto his side so he could be more comfortable. he struggles to open his eyes, but manages to look at toji. the little boy pouts and points another finger at his dad, this time drowsily warning him, “papa no kiss mama, ‘kay?”

that comment catches you off guard. you’re embarrassed by the fact that megumi still remembers what he’s seen in the kitchen. you try to clear your throat and explain yourself, but toji’s one step ahead of you. he silently mimics megumi’s words and rolls his eyes—

“yeah yeah, whatever. i won’t,” toji promises his son. the toddler clearly inherited your husband’s protectiveness. you chuckle at the playfulness between the two, enjoying the jokey banter the father-son duo have each time.

megumi huffs in victory and nods. he can sleep in peace now, knowing his dad won’t try anything funny with you. he closes his weary eyes and is asleep within just a few seconds.

you stretch your arms and sigh in content. you can’t help but chuckle once you notice how megumi’s fallen asleep with a tiny smile on his lips. you give the child one last forehead kiss before leaving the room in silence.

toji follows right behind you. now that his son is sound asleep, he doesn’t have to keep his promise. technically— he wasn’t planning to anyway.

“c’mere,” your husband mumbles and grabs your hand. he pulls you into a tight hug, hands instantly roaming your body which he admires so much. he plants his lips onto yours not a second later.

you smile into the kiss, finding it funny how toji couldn’t keep his (fake) promise for even one second. he would die if he actually couldn’t kiss you, and that isn’t even an exaggeration.

toji pulls back after a moment and smirks at you—those bedroom eyes of his very telling.

“so, where were we?”