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+++ press keep reading to see my vanity ( ´▽｀)！
𝓋anity ໒ ◞ ﹏ ◟ ྀིა
❤︎ 𓂋 key：fluff（no label）: smut - ♔
💭 𓈒𓏸 drabbles（less than 1k words）： one-shot fics（more than 1k words）
𓂂⠀ ⠀⠀𓏵ㅤ ⠀ ⠀⠀݂ 呪術廻戦 ⊹ jujutsu kaisen
𓊈ྀིྀི ℘rabbles 𓊉ྀིྀི
♥︎ ࿐ 伏黒甚爾 ໒꒱
⟢ anything you do turns toji on ♔
♥︎ ࿐ 七海建人 ໒꒱
⟢ kento covers himself while munching ♔ ⋮ flowers for kento
𓊈ྀིྀི 𑄜ne-shots 𓊉ྀིྀི
♥︎ ࿐ 伏黒甚爾 ໒꒱
⟢ unabashed ♔ 𓈒 𓈒 naoya is an absolute prick towards you & toji serves him right by banging him in the face!
⟢ three's a crowd ♔ 𓈒 𓈒 you & toji decide to have a 3some with shiu but unfortunately, he's not up to the bar. so your boyfriend takes matter into his own hands to take care of you.
𓊈ྀིྀི 𝓼maus 𓊉ྀིྀི
⟢ snapchat me that pussy ♔ ⋮ proud to be a munch? ♔
꒰ ︎︎︎ ❤︎ THREE'S A CROWD ！
toji is truly the only one who
can satisfy you ── 𝒻 reader﹙ 18+ ﹚
── 💭🎀♫：threesome with shiu（not much tho、& sorry i done him dirty :p）、 pwp、 handsfree orgasm frm toji、 toji takes care of u but still fucks u so good！𓈒 𓈒 𓊆ྀི wc: 2.1k 𓊇ྀི
toji & you had been throwing around the idea of a threesome for quite some time — it was all just a matter of finding out who that third person would be. then the day came where shiu had made a passing comment around toji; "your girl's a real sweet thing." and he knew exactly what that meant.
it all fell into place when toji had shown you a picture of shiu to you, asking you if he'd be the right contender. you'd approved of him right away（a bit too quickly for toji's liking . .） and he knew his handler all too well. as suspected, he had accepted the offer in a heartbeat. thus, that same week, the little appointment had been fixed for the three of you.
unfortunately for you . . it had all been very much . . disappointing to say the least.
shiu's pounding you from behind with no sense of rhythm, his dick just chafing your walls, hitting not one of the sweet spots that your boyfriend can with such ease. he's also barely focusing on how you feel, never checking in on you & simply honed in on getting himself to climax, regardless whether or not you get there too.
you're not sure if it's for better or for worse but he's not even making a sound. not a peep! you feel rather awkward about it, so used to hearing those deep sexy moans coming from toji which always gets your pussy throbbing around his cock.
and don't think toji hasn't noticed your displeasure in this whole ordeal. he sees the way your eyes roll to the back of your head（not in the way he gets you to do）, you're making the most fake pornographic sounds he's ever heard, & you're only sucking his tip like you're bored out of your mind — and he knows how much you love sucking him off.
he gently tilts your head up so that you can look at him. you peer at him with those gorgeous pliant eyes, & fuck he can't help from thinking how pretty you look — it's like you're begging him to fuck you, begging him to bury his cock so deep into your cunt that you won't be able to walk for days on end, begging him to replace his handler's sorry cock with his.
then shiu just has to interrupt your moment, choosing to open his mouth in this moment; "shit, i'm gonna cum. can i —"
toji already knows what he's going to say & he barks at him gruffly, "like fuck you're cumming inside of her. do it on her back, dickhead."
the man behind you tsks softly, pulling out & pumping his cock as he spills his seed all over your back. toji has to bite his bottom lip from laughing at the way you 'moan', popping your mouth off of his shaft & turning around with a sickeningly sweet smile, letting out a soft of hum 'pleasure'.
"you enjoy yourself?" you ask shiu, looking back at him, fluttering your lashes so prettily. all he does is dip his head, & toji can feel himself fuming — he doesn't even ask how you're feeling? and he doesn't even answer you properly? he's so ashamed that he's even acquainted with a jerk like this.
"that the bathroom?" shiu asks, pointing to the door at the end. you nod & he gets off the bed, carrying his clothes with him & sauntering off to the bathroom, clicking the lock behind him as he shuts the door.
toji gets off too, grabbing the box of tissue by the bedside table & helps you wipe off the sticky cum off your back. you tilt your head back to him with a small pout on your features, lips a twinge shiny from his own slick. after he's done cleaning you up, he scoops you up into his arms, cuddling you on the bed as he peppers kisses all over your face & mutters a quiet 'sorry' in between each one.
you card your fingers through his hair, that pout of yours gone, now replaced with a soft smile. "why are you sorry?" you say, a tiny giggle leaving your lips as his hair tickles your cheeks.
"because he was terrible." he tuts, his voice both apologetic & thwarted. "selfish motherfucker. then has the audacity to ask if he can nut inside you? yeah . . i wanted to bang him in the face." toji's now the one pouting & despite the evident rage etched onto his features, you can't help thinking he looks so cute.
"maybe you can make it up to me." you muse, squishing his face in between the palm of your hands.
"i was planning on it, doll. don't even worry." toji says, pushing himself off of you & stomping towards the bathroom. he knocks hard on the door, voice peeved, "yo, you done in there?"
shiu bursts out from the other side right at that moment, startling toji slightly. "sorry man. i gotta leave. some important work came up," he says while fixing the belt around his waist. toji tries his best to express disappointment at his departure, though he massively fails,.earning a weird look from shiu . . but he doesn't press toji about it. he quickly waves 'goodbye' at you while rushing out, frantically pulling out his phone & speaking to someone on the other end.
as soon as he's gone, toji pounces on you, kissing you so deeply & swaddling you into his embrace as he presses his body against yours. your arms & legs instinctively wrap around him, kissing him back with the same fervour, his dick chubbing up again as he savours the sweet taste of your lips & the feel of your sopping pussy rubbing along the crown of his shaft.
he lays you back down, his massive frame hovering above yours as he lines himself up with your soaked hole. he smirks against your lips, purring lowly, "already this wet, huh? bet he didn't get you like this, did he?"
your face heats up, turning your head aside. toji turns your head back to him, finding it so cute that you don't want to admit the awfulness of that bastard of a man. "just tell the truth. he was shit, wasn't he?" he asks, pushing in his mushroomy tip into your syrupy folds. you whine out loud, trying to get him push deeper inside but he holds you back, not letting you do so just yet.
"you don't need to sugarcoat it or nothing." he licks a disgustingly long stripe over the shell of your ears, giving the lobe a small bite which makes you mewl faintly. he stares straight into your eyes, seeing that pretty hazed out look you get when you're so desperate & needy for him（he hadn't caught you once looking this way with shiu, the thought of that man with you making anger bubble up inside him again.）
"i know he was." he grunts, now driving his cock further into your velvety pussy, your walls squeezing him so deliciously. he very slowly thrusts himself into you, making you feel every ridge & vein of his thick cock, his tip almost kissing your cervix. you throw your head back in pure bliss, nails clawing down his biceps, & the sweetest moans leaving your parted lips.
"he was . ." you admit quietly, looking at him with your eyes completely glossed over & your features twisted in to the prettiest expression which makes his dick convulse inside your tight walls. "only you can make me feel so good~"
the moment he hears those words, he can't hold himself back anymore — he practically folds you into yourself, pushing you until your knees are almost to your chest, the angle hitting all the right spots. you cry out his name, whining loudly as he plunges his cock deep & rough into you, your pussy squelching around him so noisily that your arousal pools down to make a mess on the sheets below.
"yeah babydoll?" toji grunts by your ear, digging his hand into the plump flesh of your hips. "only i get you like this?" and you whimper pathetically, nodding your head in a frenzy as he continues to plunge his dick into your gooey walls, relishing the way in which you clench around him & keen so cutely for him that he's sure the neighbours can hear you（like he cares though.）
"such a good girl for me." he coos, his hips snapping against yours, a creamy ring now forming around the base of his shaft as he feels your pussy spasm from the sweet praise. "taking this so well, my good fucking girl." his sugared words gets you writhing beneath him, your mewls only growing louder & more honeyed with each passing second.
god, it's taking everything in him not to finish inside of you, reveling in the way you hold him so close to you & your spongy walls gripping on to him like a vice. your voice is so high, so sweet, so lacy as you say his name over & over again while he abuses that poor cunt that's weeping all over his cock, the entirety of his length stretching you so well that your mind's almost turned to mush from how cockdrunk you are.
but then suddenly, he pulls out & you nearly sob at the loss of the feeling of his cock buried deep in you. before you can complain though, he's pulling you to the edge of the bed & positioning himself in between your legs, staring hungrily at your glistening folds. he dives right in, suckling on your candied folds & your puffy clit, pure bliss rushing through your entire body.
your hands fly to tug onto his dark locks, your thighs crushing the sides of his head but that doesn't stop him from feasting on your saccharine pussy, his pace never faltering. his hands grip onto your plush thighs as he pushes his tongue inside you, groaning when he feels you clench around him, bucking his hips into the air as small drops of pre drip down the underside of his cock.
"'m cumming! 'm cumming!" you cry out, squishing him even harder as you squirt all over his face, dousing him in your sweet arousal. and he doesn't let any of it go to waste, lapping up every single drop & slurping it like it's his only manner of sustenance.
toji's so engrossed in the taste of you & hearing your dulcet moans that he too reaches his climax, rivulets of his white seed spurting out the head of his cock, trickling down onto the floor. his groans reverbrate against your slick folds, making your body tremble violently as you ride out the last waves of your orgasm.
"get off, toji." you say breathlessly, an airy chuckle slipping out of you. he gives your cunt one last smooch before coming back up & kissing you, letting you taste your own sweetness on his lips.
"you good?" he purrs, nibbling the little junction in your neck which makes you giggle softly. you hum sweetly, wrapping your arms around his neck & your legs 'round his torso, pulling him close so he's plopped right on top of you.
"so good~" you trill, basking in the warmth of toji's body heat, his large arms sheathing your own body. he flips the two of you around, making you lay on top of him as his hands come to rest on the plush of your ass.
"sorry about him again . ." he whispers. and you can tell he's genuinely feeling apologetic, voice twinged with a hint of guilt that it makes your heart ache. "i really thought he'd have been better . . considering the amount of women he sleeps with. guess that's why he's got such a high body count though. none of them come back."
you snort & immediately hide your face from embarrassment. "don't say that. that's so mean!" you scold him, lightly slapping his cheek.
"am i wrong though?" he huffs, kneading the soft flesh of your buttcheeks. "fucking loser didn't even go down on you but wanted you to give head, he didn't make you cum, he didn't care for you . . fuck me, i'm getting mad all over again thinking about it."
"it's really sexy how angry you look right now." you croon, dainty fingers mindlessly tracing shapes across his skin.
"say shit like that & i'm gonna get hard." toji smirks, smacking your butt. you squeak in surprise, pouting cutely — but you can't help the throbbing between your thighs.
yeah, you guys went on multiple rounds after that！
──── ୨୧ ────
shiu's just dropped off toji to the client's meeting place, walking him down this dingy alleyway to some grimy spot hidden at the back.
shiu is walking in front, leading the way towards the location as he flicks his lighter on to singe his cigarette. he takes a puff before slyly asking the man behind him, "any chance i can get another round with you and your mistress?"
toji punches him right in the back of his head so hard that he hears a faint ringing, nearly falling face-first into the ground. "you're never getting a chance again." he spits. "so don't dream of it. now just take me to the damn meet-up spot."
꒰ ︎︎︎ ❤︎ THREE'S A CROWD ！
toji is truly the only one who
can satisfy you ── 𝒻 reader﹙ 18+ ﹚
── 💭🎀♫：threesome with shiu（not much tho、& sorry i done him dirty :p）、 pwp、 handsfree orgasm frm toji、 toji takes care of u but still fucks u so good！𓈒 𓈒 𓊆ྀི wc: 2.1k 𓊇ྀི
toji & you had been throwing around the idea of a threesome for quite some time — it was all just a matter of finding out who that third person would be. then the day came where shiu had made a passing comment around toji; "your girl's a real sweet thing." and he knew exactly what that meant.
it all fell into place when toji had shown you a picture of shiu to you, asking you if he'd be the right contender. you'd approved of him right away（a bit too quickly for toji's liking . .） and he knew his handler all too well. as suspected, he had accepted the offer in a heartbeat. thus, that same week, the little appointment had been fixed for the three of you.
unfortunately for you . . it had all been very much . . disappointing to say the least.
shiu's pounding you from behind with no sense of rhythm, his dick just chafing your walls, hitting not one of the sweet spots that your boyfriend can with such ease. he's also barely focusing on how you feel, never checking in on you & simply honed in on getting himself to climax, regardless whether or not you get there too.
you're not sure if it's for better or for worse but he's not even making a sound. not a peep! you feel rather awkward about it, so used to hearing those deep sexy moans coming from toji which always gets your pussy throbbing around his cock.
and don't think toji hasn't noticed your displeasure in this whole ordeal. he sees the way your eyes roll to the back of your head（not in the way he gets you to do）, you're making the most fake pornographic sounds he's ever heard, & you're only sucking his tip like you're bored out of your mind — and he knows how much you love sucking him off.
he gently tilts your head up so that you can look at him. you peer at him with those gorgeous pliant eyes, & fuck he can't help from thinking how pretty you look — it's like you're begging him to fuck you, begging him to bury his cock so deep into your cunt that you won't be able to walk for days on end, begging him to replace his handler's sorry cock with his.
then shiu just has to interrupt your moment, choosing to open his mouth in this moment; "shit, i'm gonna cum. can i —"
toji already knows what he's going to say & he barks at him gruffly, "like fuck you're cumming inside of her. do it on her back, dickhead."
the man behind you tsks softly, pulling out & pumping his cock as he spills his seed all over your back. toji has to bite his bottom lip from laughing at the way you 'moan', popping your mouth off of his shaft & turning around with a sickeningly sweet smile, letting out a soft of hum 'pleasure'.
"you enjoy yourself?" you ask shiu, looking back at him, fluttering your lashes so prettily. all he does is dip his head, & toji can feel himself fuming — he doesn't even ask how you're feeling? and he doesn't even answer you properly? he's so ashamed that he's even acquainted with a jerk like this.
"that the bathroom?" shiu asks, pointing to the door at the end. you nod & he gets off the bed, carrying his clothes with him & sauntering off to the bathroom, clicking the lock behind him as he shuts the door.
toji gets off too, grabbing the box of tissue by the bedside table & helps you wipe off the sticky cum off your back. you tilt your head back to him with a small pout on your features, lips a twinge shiny from his own slick. after he's done cleaning you up, he scoops you up into his arms, cuddling you on the bed as he peppers kisses all over your face & mutters a quiet 'sorry' in between each one.
you card your fingers through his hair, that pout of yours gone, now replaced with a soft smile. "why are you sorry?" you say, a tiny giggle leaving your lips as his hair tickles your cheeks.
"because he was terrible." he tuts, his voice both apologetic & thwarted. "selfish motherfucker. then has the audacity to ask if he can nut inside you? yeah . . i wanted to bang him in the face." toji's now the one pouting & despite the evident rage etched onto his features, you can't help thinking he looks so cute.
"maybe you can make it up to me." you muse, squishing his face in between the palm of your hands.
"i was planning on it, doll. don't even worry." toji says, pushing himself off of you & stomping towards the bathroom. he knocks hard on the door, voice peeved, "yo, you done in there?"
shiu bursts out from the other side right at that moment, startling toji slightly. "sorry man. i gotta leave. some important work came up," he says while fixing the belt around his waist. toji tries his best to express disappointment at his departure, though he massively fails,.earning a weird look from shiu . . but he doesn't press toji about it. he quickly waves 'goodbye' at you while rushing out, frantically pulling out his phone & speaking to someone on the other end.
as soon as he's gone, toji pounces on you, kissing you so deeply & swaddling you into his embrace as he presses his body against yours. your arms & legs instinctively wrap around him, kissing him back with the same fervour, his dick chubbing up again as he savours the sweet taste of your lips & the feel of your sopping pussy rubbing along the crown of his shaft.
he lays you back down, his massive frame hovering above yours as he lines himself up with your soaked hole. he smirks against your lips, purring lowly, "already this wet, huh? bet he didn't get you like this, did he?"
your face heats up, turning your head aside. toji turns your head back to him, finding it so cute that you don't want to admit the awfulness of that bastard of a man. "just tell the truth. he was shit, wasn't he?" he asks, pushing in his mushroomy tip into your syrupy folds. you whine out loud, trying to get him push deeper inside but he holds you back, not letting you do so just yet.
"you don't need to sugarcoat it or nothing." he licks a disgustingly long stripe over the shell of your ears, giving the lobe a small bite which makes you mewl faintly. he stares straight into your eyes, seeing that pretty hazed out look you get when you're so desperate & needy for him（he hadn't caught you once looking this way with shiu, the thought of that man with you making anger bubble up inside him again.）
"i know he was." he grunts, now driving his cock further into your velvety pussy, your walls squeezing him so deliciously. he very slowly thrusts himself into you, making you feel every ridge & vein of his thick cock, his tip almost kissing your cervix. you throw your head back in pure bliss, nails clawing down his biceps, & the sweetest moans leaving your parted lips.
"he was . ." you admit quietly, looking at him with your eyes completely glossed over & your features twisted in to the prettiest expression which makes his dick convulse inside your tight walls. "only you can make me feel so good~"
the moment he hears those words, he can't hold himself back anymore — he practically folds you into yourself, pushing you until your knees are almost to your chest, the angle hitting all the right spots. you cry out his name, whining loudly as he plunges his cock deep & rough into you, your pussy squelching around him so noisily that your arousal pools down to make a mess on the sheets below.
"yeah babydoll?" toji grunts by your ear, digging his hand into the plump flesh of your hips. "only i get you like this?" and you whimper pathetically, nodding your head in a frenzy as he continues to plunge his dick into your gooey walls, relishing the way in which you clench around him & keen so cutely for him that he's sure the neighbours can hear you（like he cares though.）
"such a good girl for me." he coos, his hips snapping against yours, a creamy ring now forming around the base of his shaft as he feels your pussy spasm from the sweet praise. "taking this so well, my good fucking girl." his sugared words gets you writhing beneath him, your mewls only growing louder & more honeyed with each passing second.
god, it's taking everything in him not to finish inside of you, reveling in the way you hold him so close to you & your spongy walls gripping on to him like a vice. your voice is so high, so sweet, so lacy as you say his name over & over again while he abuses that poor cunt that's weeping all over his cock, the entirety of his length stretching you so well that your mind's almost turned to mush from how cockdrunk you are.
but then suddenly, he pulls out & you nearly sob at the loss of the feeling of his cock buried deep in you. before you can complain though, he's pulling you to the edge of the bed & positioning himself in between your legs, staring hungrily at your glistening folds. he dives right in, suckling on your candied folds & your puffy clit, pure bliss rushing through your entire body.
your hands fly to tug onto his dark locks, your thighs crushing the sides of his head but that doesn't stop him from feasting on your saccharine pussy, his pace never faltering. his hands grip onto your plush thighs as he pushes his tongue inside you, groaning when he feels you clench around him, bucking his hips into the air as small drops of pre drip down the underside of his cock.
"'m cumming! 'm cumming!" you cry out, squishing him even harder as you squirt all over his face, dousing him in your sweet arousal. and he doesn't let any of it go to waste, lapping up every single drop & slurping it like it's his only manner of sustenance.
toji's so engrossed in the taste of you & hearing your dulcet moans that he too reaches his climax, rivulets of his white seed spurting out the head of his cock, trickling down onto the floor. his groans reverbrate against your slick folds, making your body tremble violently as you ride out the last waves of your orgasm.
"get off, toji." you say breathlessly, an airy chuckle slipping out of you. he gives your cunt one last smooch before coming back up & kissing you, letting you taste your own sweetness on his lips.
"you good?" he purrs, nibbling the little junction in your neck which makes you giggle softly. you hum sweetly, wrapping your arms around his neck & your legs 'round his torso, pulling him close so he's plopped right on top of you.
"so good~" you trill, basking in the warmth of toji's body heat, his large arms sheathing your own body. he flips the two of you around, making you lay on top of him as his hands come to rest on the plush of your ass.
"sorry about him again . ." he whispers. and you can tell he's genuinely feeling apologetic, voice twinged with a hint of guilt that it makes your heart ache. "i really thought he'd have been better . . considering the amount of women he sleeps with. guess that's why he's got such a high body count though. none of them come back."
you snort & immediately hide your face from embarrassment. "don't say that. that's so mean!" you scold him, lightly slapping his cheek.
"am i wrong though?" he huffs, kneading the soft flesh of your buttcheeks. "fucking loser didn't even go down on you but wanted you to give head, he didn't make you cum, he didn't care for you . . fuck me, i'm getting mad all over again thinking about it."
"it's really sexy how angry you look right now." you croon, dainty fingers mindlessly tracing shapes across his skin.
"say shit like that & i'm gonna get hard." toji smirks, smacking your butt. you squeak in surprise, pouting cutely — but you can't help the throbbing between your thighs.
yeah, you guys went on multiple rounds after that！
──── ୨୧ ────
shiu's just dropped off toji to the client's meeting place, walking him down this dingy alleyway to some grimy spot hidden at the back.
shiu is walking in front, leading the way towards the location as he flicks his lighter on to singe his cigarette. he takes a puff before slyly asking the man behind him, "any chance i can get another round with you and your mistress?"
toji punches him right in the back of his head so hard that he hears a faint ringing, nearly falling face-first into the ground. "you're never getting a chance again." he spits. "so don't dream of it. now just take me to the damn meet-up spot."
꒰ ︎︎︎ ❤︎ THREE'S A CROWD ！
toji is truly the only one who
can satisfy you ── 𝒻 reader﹙ 18+ ﹚
── 💭🎀♫：threesome with shiu（not much tho、& sorry i done him dirty :p）、 pwp、 handsfree orgasm frm toji、 toji takes care of u but still fucks u so good！𓈒 𓈒 𓊆ྀི wc: 2.1k 𓊇ྀི
toji & you had been throwing around the idea of a threesome for quite some time — it was all just a matter of finding out who that third person would be. then the day came where shiu had made a passing comment around toji; "your girl's a real sweet thing." and he knew exactly what that meant.
it all fell into place when toji had shown you a picture of shiu to you, asking you if he'd be the right contender. you'd approved of him right away（a bit too quickly for toji's liking . .） and he knew his handler all too well. as suspected, he had accepted the offer in a heartbeat. thus, that same week, the little appointment had been fixed for the three of you.
unfortunately for you . . it had all been very much . . disappointing to say the least.
shiu's pounding you from behind with no sense of rhythm, his dick just chafing your walls, hitting not one of the sweet spots that your boyfriend can with such ease. he's also barely focusing on how you feel, never checking in on you & simply honed in on getting himself to climax, regardless whether or not you get there too.
you're not sure if it's for better or for worse but he's not even making a sound. not a peep! you feel rather awkward about it, so used to hearing those deep sexy moans coming from toji which always gets your pussy throbbing around his cock.
and don't think toji hasn't noticed your displeasure in this whole ordeal. he sees the way your eyes roll to the back of your head（not in the way he gets you to do）, you're making the most fake pornographic sounds he's ever heard, & you're only sucking his tip like you're bored out of your mind — and he knows how much you love sucking him off.
he gently tilts your head up so that you can look at him. you peer at him with those gorgeous pliant eyes, & fuck he can't help from thinking how pretty you look — it's like you're begging him to fuck you, begging him to bury his cock so deep into your cunt that you won't be able to walk for days on end, begging him to replace his handler's sorry cock with his.
then shiu just has to interrupt your moment, choosing to open his mouth in this moment; "shit, i'm gonna cum. can i —"
toji already knows what he's going to say & he barks at him gruffly, "like fuck you're cumming inside of her. do it on her back, dickhead."
the man behind you tsks softly, pulling out & pumping his cock as he spills his seed all over your back. toji has to bite his bottom lip from laughing at the way you 'moan', popping your mouth off of his shaft & turning around with a sickeningly sweet smile, letting out a soft of hum 'pleasure'.
"you enjoy yourself?" you ask shiu, looking back at him, fluttering your lashes so prettily. all he does is dip his head, & toji can feel himself fuming — he doesn't even ask how you're feeling? and he doesn't even answer you properly? he's so ashamed that he's even acquainted with a jerk like this.
"that the bathroom?" shiu asks, pointing to the door at the end. you nod & he gets off the bed, carrying his clothes with him & sauntering off to the bathroom, clicking the lock behind him as he shuts the door.
toji gets off too, grabbing the box of tissue by the bedside table & helps you wipe off the sticky cum off your back. you tilt your head back to him with a small pout on your features, lips a twinge shiny from his own slick. after he's done cleaning you up, he scoops you up into his arms, cuddling you on the bed as he peppers kisses all over your face & mutters a quiet 'sorry' in between each one.
you card your fingers through his hair, that pout of yours gone, now replaced with a soft smile. "why are you sorry?" you say, a tiny giggle leaving your lips as his hair tickles your cheeks.
"because he was terrible." he tuts, his voice both apologetic & thwarted. "selfish motherfucker. then has the audacity to ask if he can nut inside you? yeah . . i wanted to bang him in the face." toji's now the one pouting & despite the evident rage etched onto his features, you can't help thinking he looks so cute.
"maybe you can make it up to me." you muse, squishing his face in between the palm of your hands.
"i was planning on it, doll. don't even worry." toji says, pushing himself off of you & stomping towards the bathroom. he knocks hard on the door, voice peeved, "yo, you done in there?"
shiu bursts out from the other side right at that moment, startling toji slightly. "sorry man. i gotta leave. some important work came up," he says while fixing the belt around his waist. toji tries his best to express disappointment at his departure, though he massively fails,.earning a weird look from shiu . . but he doesn't press toji about it. he quickly waves 'goodbye' at you while rushing out, frantically pulling out his phone & speaking to someone on the other end.
as soon as he's gone, toji pounces on you, kissing you so deeply & swaddling you into his embrace as he presses his body against yours. your arms & legs instinctively wrap around him, kissing him back with the same fervour, his dick chubbing up again as he savours the sweet taste of your lips & the feel of your sopping pussy rubbing along the crown of his shaft.
he lays you back down, his massive frame hovering above yours as he lines himself up with your soaked hole. he smirks against your lips, purring lowly, "already this wet, huh? bet he didn't get you like this, did he?"
your face heats up, turning your head aside. toji turns your head back to him, finding it so cute that you don't want to admit the awfulness of that bastard of a man. "just tell the truth. he was shit, wasn't he?" he asks, pushing in his mushroomy tip into your syrupy folds. you whine out loud, trying to get him push deeper inside but he holds you back, not letting you do so just yet.
"you don't need to sugarcoat it or nothing." he licks a disgustingly long stripe over the shell of your ears, giving the lobe a small bite which makes you mewl faintly. he stares straight into your eyes, seeing that pretty hazed out look you get when you're so desperate & needy for him（he hadn't caught you once looking this way with shiu, the thought of that man with you making anger bubble up inside him again.）
"i know he was." he grunts, now driving his cock further into your velvety pussy, your walls squeezing him so deliciously. he very slowly thrusts himself into you, making you feel every ridge & vein of his thick cock, his tip almost kissing your cervix. you throw your head back in pure bliss, nails clawing down his biceps, & the sweetest moans leaving your parted lips.
"he was . ." you admit quietly, looking at him with your eyes 。completely glossed over & your features twisted in to the prettiest expression which makes his dick convulse inside your tight walls. "only you can make me feel so good~"
the moment he hears those words, he can't hold himself back anymore — he practically folds you into yourself, pushing you until your knees are almost to your chest, the angle hitting all the right spots. you cry out his name, whining loudly as he plunges his cock deep & rough into you, your pussy squelching around him so noisily that your arousal pools down to make a mess on the sheets below.
"yeah babydoll?" toji grunts by your ear, digging his hand into the plump flesh of your hips. "only i get you like this?" and you whimper pathetically, nodding your head in a frenzy as he continues to plunge his dick into your gooey walls, relishing the way in which you clench around him & keen so cutely for him that he's sure the neighbours can hear you（like he cares though.）
"such a good girl for me." he coos, his hips snapping against yours, a creamy ring now forming around the base of his shaft as he feels your pussy spasm from the sweet praise. "taking this so well, my good fucking girl." his sugared words gets you writhing beneath him, your mewls only growing louder & more honeyed with each passing second.
god, it's taking everything in him not to finish inside of you, reveling in the way you hold him so close to you & your spongy walls gripping on to him like a vice. your voice is so high, so sweet, so lacy as you say his name over & over again while he abuses that poor cunt that's weeping all over his cock, the entirety of his length stretching you so well that your mind's almost turned to mush from how cockdrunk you are.
but then suddenly, he pulls out & you nearly sob at the loss of the feeling of his cock buried deep in you. before you can complain though, he's pulling you to the edge of the bed & positioning himself in between your legs, staring hungrily at your glistening folds. he dives right in, suckling on your candied folds & your puffy clit, pure bliss rushing through your entire body.
your hands fly to tug onto his dark locks, your thighs crushing the sides of his head but that doesn't stop him from feasting on your saccharine pussy, his pace never faltering. his hands grip onto your plush thighs as he pushes his tongue inside you, groaning when he feels you clench around him, bucking his hips into the air as small drops of pre drip down the underside of his cock.
"'m cumming! 'm cumming!" you cry out, squishing him even harder as you squirt all over his face, dousing him in your sweet arousal. and he doesn't let any of it go to waste, lapping up every single drop & slurping it like it's his only manner of sustenance.
toji's so engrossed in the taste of you & hearing your dulcet moans that he too reaches his climax, rivulets of his white seed spurting out the head of his cock, trickling down onto the floor. his groans reverbrate against your slick folds, making your body tremble violently as you ride out the last waves of your orgasm.
"get off, toji." you say breathlessly, an airy chuckle slipping out of you. he gives your cunt one last smooch before coming back up & kissing you, letting you taste your own sweetness on his lips.
"you good?" he purrs, nibbling the little junction in your neck which makes you giggle softly. you hum sweetly, wrapping your arms around his neck & your legs 'round his torso, pulling him close so he's plopped right on top of you.
"so good~" you trill, basking in the warmth of toji's body heat, his large arms sheathing your own body. he flips the two of you around, making you lay on top of him as his hands come to rest on the plush of your ass.
"sorry about him again . ." he whispers. and you can tell he's genuinely feeling apologetic, voice twinged with a hint of guilt that it makes your heart ache. "i really thought he'd have been better . . considering the amount of women he sleeps with. guess that's why he's got such a high body count though. none of them come back."
you snort & immediately hide your face from embarrassment. "don't say that. that's so mean!" you scold him, lightly slapping his cheek.
"am i wrong though?" he huffs, kneading the soft flesh of your buttcheeks. "fucking loser didn't even go down on you but wanted you to give head, he didn't make you cum, he didn't care for you . . fuck me, i'm getting mad all over again thinking about it."
"it's really sexy how angry you look right now." you croon, dainty fingers mindlessly tracing shapes across his skin.
"say shit like that & i'm gonna get hard." toji smirks, smacking your butt. you squeak in surprise, pouting cutely — but you can't help the throbbing between your thighs.
yeah, you guys went on multiple rounds after that！
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shiu's just dropped off toji to the client's meeting place, walking him down this dingy alleyway to some grimy spot hidden at the back.
shiu is walking in front, leading the way towards the location as he flicks his lighter on to singe his cigarette. he takes a puff before slyly asking the man behind him, "any chance i can get another round with you and your mistress?"
toji punches him right in the back of his head so hard that he hears a faint ringing, nearly falling face-first into the ground. "you're never getting a chance again." he spits. "so don't dream of it. now just take me to the damn meet-up spot."
꒰ ︎︎︎ ❤︎ THREE'S A CROWD ！
toji is truly the only one who
can satisfy you ── 𝒻 reader﹙ 18+ ﹚
── 💭🎀♫：threesome with shiu（not much tho、& sorry i done him dirty :p）、 pwp、 handsfree orgasm frm toji、 toji takes care of u but still fucks u so good！𓈒 𓈒 𓊆ྀི wc: 2.1k 𓊇ྀི
toji & you had been throwing around the idea of a threesome for quite some time — it was all just a matter of finding out who that third person would be. then the day came where shiu had made a passing comment around toji; "your girl's a real sweet thing." and he knew exactly what that meant.
it all fell into place when toji had shown you a picture of shiu to you, asking you if he'd be the right contender. you'd approved of him right away（a bit too quickly for toji's liking . .） and he knew his handler all too well. as suspected, he had accepted the offer in a heartbeat. thus, that same week, the little appointment had been fixed for the three of you.
unfortunately for you . . it had all been very much . . disappointing to say the least.
shiu's pounding you from behind with no sense of rhythm, his dick just chafing your walls, hitting not one of the sweet spots that your boyfriend can with such ease. he's also barely focusing on how you feel, never checking in on you & simply honed in on getting himself to climax, regardless whether or not you get there too.
you're not sure if it's for better or for worse but he's not even making a sound. not a peep! you feel rather awkward about it, so used to hearing those deep sexy moans coming from toji which always gets your pussy throbbing around his cock.
and don't think toji hasn't noticed your displeasure in this whole ordeal. he sees the way your eyes roll to the back of your head（not in the way he gets you to do）, you're making the most fake pornographic sounds he's ever heard, & you're only sucking his tip like you're bored out of your mind — and he knows how much you love sucking him off.
he gently tilts your head up so that you can look at him. you peer at him with those gorgeous pliant eyes, & fuck he can't help from thinking how pretty you look — it's like you're begging him to fuck you, begging him to bury his cock so deep into your cunt that you won't be able to walk for days on end, begging him to replace his handler's sorry cock with his.
then shiu just has to interrupt your moment, choosing to open his mouth in this moment; "shit, i'm gonna cum. can i —"
toji already knows what he's going to say & he barks at him gruffly, "like fuck you're cumming inside of her. do it on her back, dickhead."
the man behind you tsks softly, pulling out & pumping his cock as he spills his seed all over your back. toji has to bite his bottom lip from laughing at the way you 'moan', popping your mouth off of his shaft & turning around with a sickeningly sweet smile, letting out a soft of hum 'pleasure'.
"you enjoy yourself?" you ask shiu, looking back at him, fluttering your lashes so prettily. all he does is dip his head, & toji can feel himself fuming — he doesn't even ask how you're feeling? and he doesn't even answer you properly? he's so ashamed that he's even acquainted with a jerk like this.
"that the bathroom?" shiu asks, pointing to the door at the end. you nod & he gets off the bed, carrying his clothes with him & sauntering off to the bathroom, clicking the lock behind him as he shuts the door.
toji gets off too, grabbing the box of tissue by the bedside table & helps you wipe off the sticky cum off your back. you tilt your head back to him with a small pout on your features, lips a twinge shiny from his own slick. after he's done cleaning you up, he scoops you up into his arms, cuddling you on the bed as he peppers kisses all over your face & mutters a quiet 'sorry' in between each one.
you card your fingers through his hair, that pout of yours gone, now replaced with a soft smile. "why are you sorry?" you say, a tiny giggle leaving your lips as his hair tickles your cheeks.
"because he was terrible." he tuts, his voice both apologetic & thwarted. "selfish motherfucker. then has the audacity to ask if he can nut inside you? yeah . . i wanted to bang him in the face." toji's now the one pouting & despite the evident rage etched onto his features, you can't help thinking he looks so cute.
"maybe you can make it up to me." you muse, squishing his face in between the palm of your hands.
"i was planning on it, doll. don't even worry." toji says, pushing himself off of you & stomping towards the bathroom. he knocks hard on the door, voice peeved, "yo, you done in there?"
shiu bursts out from the other side right at that moment, startling toji slightly. "sorry man. i gotta leave. some important work came up," he says while fixing the belt around his waist. toji tries his best to express disappointment at his departure, though he massively fails,.earning a weird look from shiu . . but he doesn't press toji about it. he quickly waves 'goodbye' at you while rushing out, frantically pulling out his phone & speaking to someone on the other end.
as soon as he's gone, toji pounces on you, kissing you so deeply & swaddling you into his embrace as he presses his body against yours. your arms & legs instinctively wrap around him, kissing him back with the same fervour, his dick chubbing up again as he savours the sweet taste of your lips & the feel of your sopping pussy rubbing along the crown of his shaft.
he lays you back down, his massive frame hovering above yours as he lines himself up with your soaked hole. he smirks against your lips, purring lowly, "already this wet, huh? bet he didn't get you like this, did he?"
your face heats up, turning your head aside. toji turns your head back to him, finding it so cute that you don't want to admit the awfulness of that bastard of a man. "just tell the truth. he was shit, wasn't he?" he asks, pushing in his mushroomy tip into your syrupy folds. you whine out loud, trying to get him push deeper inside but he holds you back, not letting you do so just yet.
"you don't need to sugarcoat it or nothing." he licks a disgustingly long stripe over the shell of your ears, giving the lobe a small bite which makes you mewl faintly. he stares straight into your eyes, seeing that pretty hazed out look you get when you're so desperate & needy for him（he hadn't caught you once looking this way with shiu, the thought of that man with you making anger bubble up inside him again.）
"i know he was." he grunts, now driving his cock further into your velvety pussy, your walls squeezing him so deliciously. he very slowly thrusts himself into you, making you feel every ridge & vein of his thick cock, his tip almost kissing your cervix. you throw your head back in pure bliss, nails clawing down his biceps, & the sweetest moans leaving your parted lips.
"he was . ." you admit quietly, looking at him with your eyes completely glossed over & your features twisted in to the prettiest expression which makes his dick convulse inside your tight walls. "only you can make me feel so good~"
the moment he hears those words, he can't hold himself back anymore — he practically folds you into yourself, pushing you until your knees are almost to your chest, the angle hitting all the right spots. you cry out his name, whining loudly as he plunges his cock deep & rough into you, your pussy squelching around him so noisily that your arousal pools down to make a mess on the sheets below.
"yeah babydoll?" toji grunts by your ear, digging his hand into the plump flesh of your hips. "only i get you like this?" and you whimper pathetically, nodding your head in a frenzy as he continues to plunge his dick into your gooey walls, relishing the way in which you clench around him & keen so cutely for him that he's sure the neighbours can hear you（like he cares though.）
"such a good girl for me." he coos, his hips snapping against yours, a creamy ring now forming around the base of his shaft as he feels your pussy spasm from the sweet praise. "taking this so well, my good fucking girl." his sugared words gets you writhing beneath him, your mewls only growing louder & more honeyed with each passing second.
god, it's taking everything in him not to finish inside of you, reveling in the way you hold him so close to you & your spongy walls gripping on to him like a vice. your voice is so high, so sweet, so lacy as you say his name over & over again while he abuses that poor cunt that's weeping all over his cock, the entirety of his length stretching you so well that your mind's almost turned to mush from how cockdrunk you are.
but then suddenly, he pulls out & you nearly sob at the loss of the feeling of his cock buried deep in you. before you can complain though, he's pulling you to the edge of the bed & positioning himself in between your legs, staring hungrily at your glistening folds. he dives right in, suckling on your candied folds & your puffy clit, pure bliss rushing through your entire body.
your hands fly to tug onto his dark locks, your thighs crushing the sides of his head but that doesn't stop him from feasting on your saccharine pussy, his pace never faltering. his hands grip onto your plush thighs as he pushes his tongue inside you, groaning when he feels you clench around him, bucking his hips into the air as small drops of pre drip down the underside of his cock.
"'m cumming! 'm cumming!" you cry out, squishing him even harder as you squirt all over his face, dousing him in your sweet arousal. and he doesn't let any of it go to waste, lapping up every single drop & slurping it like it's his only manner of sustenance.
toji's so engrossed in the taste of you & hearing your dulcet moans that he too reaches his climax, rivulets of his white seed spurting out the head of his cock, trickling down onto the floor. his groans reverbrate against your slick folds, making your body tremble violently as you ride out the last waves of your orgasm.
"get off, toji." you say breathlessly, an airy chuckle slipping out of you. he gives your cunt one last smooch before coming back up & kissing you, letting you taste your own sweetness on his lips.
"you good?" he purrs, nibbling the little junction in your neck which makes you giggle softly. you hum sweetly, wrapping your arms around his neck & your legs 'round his torso, pulling him close so he's plopped right on top of you.
"so good~" you trill, basking in the warmth of toji's body heat, his large arms sheathing your own body. he flips the two of you around, making you lay on top of him as his hands come to rest on the plush of your ass.
"sorry about him again . ." he whispers. and you can tell he's genuinely feeling apologetic, voice twinged with a hint of guilt that it makes your heart ache. "i really thought he'd have been better . . considering the amount of women he sleeps with. guess that's why he's got such a high body count though. none of them come back."
you snort & immediately hide your face from embarrassment. "don't say that. that's so mean!" you scold him, lightly slapping his cheek.
"am i wrong though?" he huffs, kneading the soft flesh of your buttcheeks. "fucking loser didn't even go down on you but wanted you to give head, he didn't make you cum, he didn't care for you . . fuck me, i'm getting mad all over again thinking about it."
"it's really sexy how angry you look right now." you croon, dainty fingers mindlessly tracing shapes across his skin.
"say shit like that & i'm gonna get hard." toji smirks, smacking your butt. you squeak in surprise, pouting cutely — but you can't help the throbbing between your thighs.
yeah, you guys went on multiple rounds after that！
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shiu's just dropped off toji to the client's meeting place, walking him down this dingy alleyway to some grimy spot hidden at the back.
shiu is walking in front, leading the way towards the location as he flicks his lighter on to singe his cigarette. he takes a puff before slyly asking the man behind him, "any chance i can get another round with you and your mistress?"
toji punches him right in the back of his head so hard that he hears a faint ringing, nearly falling face-first into the ground. "you're never getting a chance again." he spits. "so don't dream of it. now just take me to the damn meet-up spot."
you're bending down to pick something up? he's right behind you smacking your ass with a semi already poking from his boxers. you're stretching your arms out & he gets a peak of your belly? he's squeezing your plump skin & practically humping your sides. you're just on your phone? yeah, he's pouncing on you & groaning against your ear about how sexy you look & you can feel the tent growing in his shorts.
though one thing that turns him on more than anything is when you let out those little, cute moans of yours. and they're never meant to be sexual. it's just those ones that come out when you're stretching sometimes, or when you're snuggling up against his broad chest & you let out a pretty little sigh. oh, don't even get him started when you whine & complain about something — those soft, sweet noises almost makes him burst.
you're cuddling him when you feel his large palm snaking down to your ass cheeks & just as you expect, he gives it a harsh smack! "ouchhhh~!" you whine, looking up at him with that adorable frown & pout on your face.
oh, that sound is just music to his ears.
"i'm hard now." he says. no shame. just palming himself through his boxer shorts as he squeezes your ass again.
". . that's all it took? such a perv." you（gently）slap his cheek, rolling your eyes at the fact that your boyfriend has no shame about this.
"what can i say?" he purrs, rolling you on to your back & going on top of you, his chubbed up length rubbing up against your thighs. his eyes rake over your sweet body, the scar on his lip curling up into that infamous smug smirk of his. "i just can't resist anything you do. and when you sound that pretty? yeah, can't blame a guy for acting this way."
you can't help rolling your eyes again . . & you kinda hate yourself that your panties are soaked from toji's 'gross' behaviour (¬_¬") ！
i know ive alr got a series but ive been thinking of doing an anthology series of sorts of papa toji & megumi, where reader is toji's gf & just all their cute moments tgt ♡♡
toji fushiguro has your body naked in front of the mirror and his warm hands groping your hips. he lets his pinky slide up your puffy, wet slit—just a graze, just over your clit—and he doesn’t let your eyes leave the mirror as he draws back his pinky dripping with your slick.
“go on, princess,” he rasps into your neck. “m’listening.”
but he’s not just listening. your boyfriend is still in his boxers—unfair, really, because you’re clad in nothing & the room is too warm & your thighs are trembling from both the heat and the pressure. he wraps himself around you and slides his hands up to your tits. he gropes your breast once and lets his hands fall away.
your mouth dries. “i can’t.”
but your hips are bucking into him. rolling against his clothed cockhead as your pussy drools from the anticipation. toji laughs, chest warm against your back as he pinches your clit, forcing your hips to stutter & a whine to leave your lips. “y’got a pretty mouth, dollface. wanna hear you use it.”
in the mirror your thighs are still aching, chest heaving, and toji fushiguro has slipped his cock out of his shorts. you’re not sure you heard his waistband snap but his cock is there, flushed and swollen and dripping with precum.
"you see that ?" he murmurs, breath hot against your neck as he pumps himself in his fist all heavy & slow. "see what you do to me, sweetheart? standing there all pretty and wet?”
he lets the soaked head tap against your ass—once, twice—before dragging it lower between your thighs, letting it slip through your slick folds without pushing inside. your pussy flutters at the teasing, & toji watches your chest heave in the mirror through bleary eyes.
"you want this?" he murmurs, cockhead nudging your throbbing folds from behind. "want my cock in this pussy, baby?” he lets his precum smear over the folds. “start talking.”
you swallow, eyes glazed with lust and hips stuttering as you force the courage to speak. “i…i have nice tits.”
“breasts,” toji growls into your neck. “breasts, dollface. say it properly.”
your thighs squeeze. your eyes are teary when you look in the mirror, face flushed, tits heaving. "i have nice breasts."
"mmh," toji slides a palm up your side. he lets his thumb brush against your aching nipple, before twisting and stretching the pebbled peak between his fingers. you arch into him on instinct. "so nice, dollface. and what else? look at this pussy in the mirror, baby. tell me all about it."
his thumb presses into your clit. but then he slides it away.
you moan, loud, slick dripping down your thighs. toji’s cock twitches against your ass, but clearly he’s got the self control of a god.
your lashes are tear rimmed. “i have—i have a pretty pussy!”
“so pretty,” he murmurs, tugging your clit before pressing his thumb against it, rubbing slow circles over the bud. “prettiest pussy i’ve ever fucking seen. so wet and noisy for me. tell me more, sweetheart.”
“my pussy is so tight,” you rasp, breathless and hips twitching as toji rubs his thumb against the sensitive bud. “hnngh—so tight and wet for you, toji.”
"yeah?" he murmurs against your ear. his cock nudges your slick folds, pulsing and throbbing at the entrance. "love this fucking pussy, you know that?"
you can only whimper in response.
"love how puffy it is," he continues, dragging his swollen cockhead up your slit, only to drag it down again. "love how it tries to swallow me. see that, baby? see how it slobbers all over my cock?” he pushes his swollen head in as your cunt flutters around him. “fucking perfect.”
“toji—“ you gasp, “please—“
“please what?” he growls, pushing his hips into you. his thick cock swells between your folds, pulsing and stretching your puffy cunt. “want me to play with this pussy, baby? fuck you so hard your tits bounce in the mirror?”
“mhm—“
“words, sweetheart.”
“want you to fuck me,” you gasp out, hips bucking back to chase his cockhead and push him deeper into your folds. “want you to play with my pussy and fuck me till i’m dripping—“
“fuck,” toji groans, slamming into you, hard. “thaaaat’s my fucking girl. see how easy it is to please me?”
AITA FOR POSING AS A RICH MAN TO PULL A RICH GIRL..?
sum. when toji falls for the hot lady that frequents his shifts at the local grocery store, can his frat brothers help him pose as a rich hot bachelor ? or will you discover his kid & true identity first ? [n]sfw
“brokie and a baby daddy but you wanna pull y/n? don’t even joke, lad.”
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toji zenin is pretending to stack boxes in the third aisle of the local loblaws.
well, not exactly. toji zenin has his biceps flexing under the weight of crates but his eyes don’t lift to the shelf he places them on. instead his pupils flit to the automatic entrance doors, thick & glass-heavy, before he glances at his watch & back to the door again. 12:30 PM sunday. toji knows you should be here by now.
but you’re not, so toji’s lip twitches as he stares at the box of freezies in his arms and sighs. it’s pathetic, really. he’s got five more boxes of who-knows-what to arrange before the end of his shift but he can’t fucking focus. his mind’s on your short skirt & pretty laugh & the way your voice goes sweet whenever he pretends to help you look for items while holding your hand between the aisles. toji grunts, shakes his head. focus focus focus.
“toji.. can you help me reach the olive oil? the cold-pressed one with the pretty label?”
toji’s head snaps up so fast he almost drops the box of freezies.
it’s you—oh god, it’s you, and you’re looking down at him with those pretty lashes & short skirt & your hands holding a basket behind your back. you’re in those cute kitten heels you had on the first time he saw you—did you get your nails done? so pretty. you’re so pretty, you’re always so pretty, and toji’s mouth dries.
he doesn’t say anything because he can’t, because your perfume smells like honey & has his lungs sticking to his throat—but he slowly stands up anyway. you’re humming to yourself as you pad closer, getting in his way, heel clicking against the tile as he traps you in the aisle.
he reaches up to the glass bottle, and he can see your lashes fluttering up at him. your chest presses against his, and his lip ticks upward.
“you want this, princess?” he mumbles.
you playfully swat his chest, but your palm doesn’t slide off. you’re caressing his pecs now, teasing. “toji, give it to me. i have a pasta to make tonight. i’m busy.”
toji chuckles, slipping the bottle into your basket and letting his palm sneak over your waist instead. your hands are still on his pecs, lightly squeezing as you laugh when he tugs you closer. he nuzzles your jaw, murmuring, “only if i get an invite, sweetheart.”
“we’ll see,” you tease as his tongue licks your earlobe. you’re running a thumb over the silver tag on his chest: TOJI. “if you’re good, maybe i’ll let you wash the dishes.”
he kisses your neck. “m’always good for you, baby.”
you’re giggling now, shoving him away with flushed cheeks & a laugh too bright. toji catches your hands, tugging you back with a smile on his face before squeezing your hips. your lips are so glossy. is that the new gloss you bought last week? can he kiss it off?
he’ll never know, because he’s holding your hips while you tug at his collar and whisper something he doesn’t care about in his ear. his manager calls his name.
fuck.
toji gives your hips one last squeeze. “go pay, princess. i’ll bag your stuff.”
“you better.” you huff, spoiled & sweet, and toji can only watch the sway of your hips as you make your way to the register.
you’re a pretty girl with a posh life who will never know lack. toji’s a 24-year-old who’s still in college, working odd jobs with a son waiting at home.
in the third aisle of the local loblaws, toji zenin has his hands on his hips and his eyes on the ground. toji zenin will never say it out loud, but he knows he will never, ever, get the girl.
ⵌ AT THE FRATHOUSE !
“you can’t pull someone like y/n, no offense.”
toji wishes suguru wouldn’t spell it out. he already knows, for christ’s sake.
in sigma chi’s living room, toji zenin is sprawled out on the center rug while suguru and sato eat on the floor beside him. sato is between geto’s legs with his back against geto’s chest & his toe tickling toji’s jaw through his socks. suguru is tilting his shawarma for sato to bite from before taking a bite of his own.
sato’s about to dish out an insult of his own when the door swings open. in comes ryomen sukuna, standing in the doorway with bags in his hands and his limbs stretched out like some sort of clown. he bellows, “therapy fucking sucked today. i still don’t think i need therapy, by the way. watching porn and jerking off is completely normal—fuck you, suguru.”
“maybe it is,” suguru’s lips are sticky with shawarma sauce, “but having your dick out in the same room as other people is not.”
“a young man can’t be an exhibitionist? suck my dick, man.”
“oh, i’m not hungry..”
sukuna trudges over toji’s legs, then plops on the ground opposite sato and suguru. sato throws him the middle finger with a grin. sukuna throws it back. “i brought drinks. toji, why’re you on the floor? ya need therapy too?”
sato snickers. “toji’s fallen for a rich girl.”
sukuna snorts, “don’t even joke, lad.” but suguru and toji aren’t laughing. his brows scrunch. “wait—“ he turns to toji, “you’re serious?”
toji eyes him. “mind your own business.”
sukuna doesn’t believe in complex schools of thought like ‘minding your business.’ so instead of picking a shawarma for himself and eating in silence, he joins sato and nudges his foot against toji’s cheek. “does she know you’re poor?”
“hey, hey,” geto bites his cheek, “not too much on him.”
but sukuna continues. “what about the kid? does she know you have a son?”
toji’s jaw only tightens.
sukuna looks at toji in disbelief. then at sato, then suguru—then shakes his head, laughing. “jesus christ of jollof rice,” he cracks open a beer, “you’re fucking cooked, bro.”
toji drags his hands over his face. his eyes are hot, for some reason.
suguru sighs, resting his chin on sato’s head as sato munches happily underneath him. “i hate to suggest this, but there’s a way you can get her to give you a chance.”
sukuna and toji both perk up.
“if she doesn’t know about meg—or your, uh, economics,” suguru clears his throat, “then you keep it that way. she thinks you’re some hot older uni student who works at loblaws for beer money. lean into it.”
sato frowns. “this sounds like something i’d suggest. so not good, i think.”
suguru pokes his cheek, making sato’s pout grow deeper. “i’m just spit-balling here. it’s obvious you really like her, toji. and megumi needs a mommy.”
“i don’t like her because i want her to play housewife.”
“we know,” suguru’s smile is affectionate. “that’s why we’ll help you.”
sukuna grunts in agreement. “sounds scummy but it makes sense. if she finds out you’re a baby daddy with no money, she’ll just run back to her range rover.” he takes another swig of his beer. “we’ll help you hide your true identity. you just get her hooked enough that when she eventually does find out, she won’t leave.”
sato nods. “we’ll babysit. lend you money. heck—you can drive my porsche to your dates.”
on the floor, toji zenin is staring towards the ceiling. it’s a stupid plan, his frat brothers are even stupider, and there is no way in hell whoever is up there will actually let things work out in his favor.
but toji’s desperate. he has been for a long time. so before he can let himself think about it, his lips part to respond.
“alright,” he grunts. “let’s fucking do it.”
SIGMA CHI’S REMARK : DON’T WORRY BRO, WE GOTCHU !
BROKE BOY TACTICS #2: WHO’S YOUR DADDY ?
taught by: sato, sukuna, suguru
“babysitting a five year old brat. how hard could that be?”
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megumi zenin is tufts of black hair, sleepy blue eyes & a tiny fist in a jar full of gummy worms. he’s slumped against his dad’s thick leg, shoving fistfuls of gummies in his mouth with candy-smeared cheeks & a bored expression on his face.
sato, sukuna and suguru are side-by-side on a straight line.
hands tucked behind their backs & chests puffed out like soldiers. toji clears his throat. “listen up. i’m going to be gone for exactly two hours. if i come back and the kid has a single scratch on him, i’m throwing all of you into a pond.“
suguru shakes his head, stepping forward to crouch down to megumi’s height. he wipes megumi’s cheeks with a smile. “don't worry, toji. we've got him. right, little man?”
“hi, uncle sugu,” megumi’s voice is flat but he leans into geto’s palm on his cheek. “are we going to draw today?”
“of course, kiddo. i bought some new crayons just for you.”
toji scoops his son up in his arms, ignoring the way his tiny body writhes towards the gummy worms abandoned on the floor. suguru lifts the jar back to megumi with a smile. sukuna, however, is frowning. “why is his face like that.”
“sukuna, do not fight my kid.”
megumi points towards him. “my daddy calls you a pervert.”
sato bursts out in laughter. suguru’s snickering too, though he’s doing a better job of hiding it. toji drops his son to the ground and crouches to his height. megumi offers him a soggy, wet gummy worm. toji eats it off his palm & pokes his belly.
he rises to his feet. “suguru is in charge. rest of you, keep your hands off him. i’m leaving.”
megumi waves a sticky hand. “bye, daddy. bring me a cookie.”
“will do, brat.” and the door shuts with a thud.
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“we should go to wonderland. you like amusement parks, ‘gumi?”
megumi zenin has a crayon in his hands, scribbling furiously with a focused expression on his face. he’s seated in geto’s lap, occasionally having suguru hand him a crayon as he perfects his artistic masterpiece. to his right, sato gojo is leaning over the table and talking a mile-a-minute.
megumi answers, scribbling a drawing of what looks like him and his father—DADDY AND ME. “i’ve never been to an amusement park.”
“what?” sato slams his palm on the table, distraught. “what kind of kid has never been to an amusement park?!”
“my father is poor.”
“oh,” sato shrinks. “fairs.”
suguru lets out a fond huff, burying his nose in megumi’s hair to hide the fact that he’s shaking from laughter. sato looks crushed by guilt. “i can’t take this anymore, suguru.” he clutches his chest. “we’re going to the apple store and getting him an ipad pro right now.”
suguru raises a brow. “toji said no screens. and either way, i won’t let you turn him into an ipad kid.”
megumi slumps against geto’s chest. “i want a blue gatorade.”
“i’ll get it for you, buddy,” suguru smiles before kissing his cheek, easing him off his lap. “don’t let sato teach you about investment and stocks while i’m gone, okay?”
sato has his chin on the table, defeated. and just as suguru’s back turns into the kitchen, sukuna saunters in, steps heavy, palm curled around a blue bottle of—is that the last gatorade?!
sukuna cracks the plastic seal, taking a slow, heavy swig of the drink while staring right at the five year old. megumi’s tiny brows furrow. “that’s mine. uncle sugu said i could have it.”
“well,” sukuna licks his lips, slow. “uncle sugu’s not the king of this house.” he takes another gulp, throwing his head back with a refreshed ahhhhhh. megumi frowns, lips tight.
and then he screams.
“uncle sugu! mister pervert’s being mean again!”
sukuna chokes on his gatorade. “who the hell are you calling mister pervert, you little brat—“
sato jumps over the table to hold back sukuna before he can strangle the five-year-old. suguru runs out of the kitchen in alarm, quickly scrambling to hold back sukuna’s wrath alongside sato.
megumi only blinks at the display. three grown men bickering and shoving over gatorade. hell, he’s not so sure he even wants it anymore.
he sighs, reaching across the table to pick up sato’s iphone. he dials his dad’s number, palm smushed into his cheek as he watches suguru smack sukuna for his bad behavior.
ⵌ AT THE DATE !
in the local coffee shop, your lashes are fluttering & the sunlight kisses your skin as you stare out the window.
toji zenin has his heart in his throat. his hands are in his pockets but his ribs are cracked against his chest, and the sight of you pouting out the window has his mouth drying with want. he strolls over regardless, posture lazy, steps cool, because toji zenin is a man who can only have pride when he pretends.
“hi, princess,” he slides into the booth seat—next to you, not across, because he’s been thinking about the feel of your waist in his hands since last thursday—and his ankle hooks around yours on autopilot.
“hi,” you smile, leaning into his side as he kisses your hair. toji takes your palm in his. your fingers are so dainty. fuck.
“you look nice today,” you hum. “who are you trying to impress?”
your lashes are batting up at him, but toji manages to keep his cool. his smirk is lazy & gorgeous. “you, obviously.”
toji wonders how you can let him touch you so casually. even now he’s nibbling your ear as you talk about something from class—a lazy professor or something else, it’s hard to listen when your thumb brushes his jaw while you speak—and toji’s mind wanders. he’s kissing your neck now, thumbs rubbing circles on your thighs as your breath hitches between words, and toji wonders why you haven’t yet flinched in disgust.
he doesn’t dwell on it too long, though. he knows the topic will only get him down.
so he kisses your neck as you laugh and swat him away, telling him he’s distracting you from your story. you never push him off, though, and your thigh’s on his lap now.
but all good things must come to an end.
toji’s phone buzzes.
loud & obnoxious. SATO, his screen reads. he quickly swipes it away. “sorry…just spam.”
“spam?” you poke his bicep, grinning. “or is your little side piece getting impatient?”
“don’t have a side piece, baby,” he murmurs into your cheek. “only want you.”
1 NEW FACETIME AUDIO CALL : SATO 🤡
his phone has been buzzing for ages now. you sigh, crossing your arms & clearly annoyed. “toji, just answer it. what if it’s an emergency?”
you’re right, he should answer it, because if anything happened to megumi, he’d fucking flip. he bites his lip, “one second, princess.”
he presses his phone to his ear, but megumi’s voice greets him instead.
“daddy! uncle kuna’s trying to kill me because of blue gatorade!”
toji’s eyes widen. from the corner of his eye, he can see you inching closer, brows furrowed in concentration as you try to listen in.
in the background of the call he can hear sato shrieking. “suguru—! use the spatula! use the spatula! sukuna stop—“
you’re blinking at him, inching closer to his bicep on the table. “daddy? who’s calling you daddy?”
toji’s soul leaves his body.
“daddy, are you coming home soon? uncle sugu’s spanking him now. it’s very loud—“
he ends the call before you can hear any more.
“do you have a son?”
toji’s breathing stutters. you’ve inched away from him now, lips bent in a frown, brows furrowed, expression curious—or cautious, toji can’t really tell. and it pains him to lie to you, but what else can he say when you’ve already shifted your thigh off his lap?
“nah,” he answers too fast. “it’s my nephew.”
toji reaches out to thumb your cheek, but you don’t relax into his palm. “think he meant to call my brother, not me.”
he tugs your bottom lip as you speak. “i didn’t know you had a brother…”
“there’s a lot you don’t know about me, princess,” he leans in to kiss the corner of your lips, because he knows he doesn’t deserve any more than that. your pout deepens.
“we can change that though,” he lies, smiling. “wanna get dessert?”
SATO’S REMARK : NICE SAVE, TOJI ! AND MY BAD—HAHA !
BROKE BOY TACTICS #3: BLEACH !
taught by: geto suguru, toru gojo
“inviting her over already? we’ve gotta scrub this place clean, then.“
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toji zenin has one hour to make it seem like megumi doesn’t exist.
geto suguru is scrubbing the bathrooms. toru gojo has somehow been roped into this predicament and is scrubbing away in the kitchen. in the living room, toji zenin is picking up cheerios from the rug, phone in his ear with sukuna on the line.
“hi daddy,”megumi’s voice is flat through the speaker. “uncle kuna’s being nice to me today.”
“that’s great, kiddo. can you put him back on the phone?”
“yo,” sukuna’s voice crackles through.
“if anything happens to my son, i will spread your ass cheeks and sprinkle paprika in the hole.”
“oh.”
“yeah,” toji shifts the phone in his neck. “make sure he has a good time at that amusement park. and don’t let sato spoil him too much.”
“heyyy toji!” sato’s voice crackles through the speaker. toji sighs before grunting back a hello. “keep megumi safe, got it?”
“yes, sir!” / “we got it, boss.” / “bye, daddy!”
toji says his goodbyes. just as he clicks the end button, toru gojo pads into the living room, glasses tilting off his face & slipping rubber gloves off his hands. “all done in the kitchen. remind me why we’re deceiving this poor lady again?”
toji picks up a gummy worm tucked under the rug and cringes. “because she wouldn’t look twice at a broke guy with a kid.”
toru softens, adjusting his glasses. “you don’t know that. have you tried telling her?”
“no.”
“why not?”
"because,” he picks up another gummy worm hidden under the couch, glaring at it before throwing it away. "because every time someone finds out about megumi, they look at me different. like i'm a burden. like he's a burden."
toru purses his lip. he’s watching as toji ducks under the couch, picking out stray bits of cereal and snacks and other things that make toji’s nose scrunch up in disgust.
toru shakes his head, taking off his glasses to set them on the counter. “but you don’t know if she’s like that.”
“i know i can’t lose her before i even have her.”
toru purses his lip. toji’s voice came out too tight.
ⵌ SHOW TIME !
when toji opens his front door, you’re in a too-short dress and there’s moët & chandon in your hands.
god, you’re gorgeous. and toji really needs to stop thinking that. needs to stop saying it in his head before he slips up and says it out loud with a tone he can’t take back.
“hi,” you tilt your head, batting your lashes in that way that makes him stupid. “you gonna keep standing there? or are you gonna take this bottle off my hands?”
ah, right. toji reaches for the bottle but you pull it back. he raises a brow.
“say ‘please pretty girl, may i have the wine?’”
you’re still peering up at him, hugging the bottle of wine to your chest, teasing smile on your glossy lips. toji leans against the doorframe. arms crossed, dark eyes raking over your hips, plush thighs, pretty waist. fuck.
his lips twitch, “i’m not saying that.”
“aww,” you pout, glossy and spoiled. “guess i have to turn back home and drink this expensive wine all by myself.” you turn, and toji bites his cheek because your dress has ridden up to give him the perfect view of your ass. so soft. he can’t wait to squeeze it.
“i’m gonna be so lonely…” your back is still turned to him, voice wistful. “and i came all the way over here, too. i’m so upset.”
toji doesn’t let you take another step.
you squeal as he scoops you up with a grunt, arms snaking over your waist & under your thighs to lift you bridal style. you squeeze the bottle of wine in your arms, eyes shut tight as you giggle while he kicks the door shut. “toji! put me down!”
careful what you wish for.
toji drops you to his couch with a thud. you land with a breathless laugh, dress bunched up to your hips & he can see the print of your panties. your hair is fanned out, and the bottle of wine is pressed to your stomach. you’re giggling, eyes bright, and god. you look so fucking gorgeous all laid out for him. toji’s jaw ticks.
he climbs over you, pressing his warm body down until the wine digs into your stomach. his eyes are dark. hungry.
“please, pretty girl,” he murmurs, breath hot, lips teasing your neck. “may i have the wine?”
oh.
your breath hitches. you stare up at him, cheeks hot, eyes wide, thighs squeezing together in anticipation. but you’re a bad girl, so you don’t give toji zenin what he wants just yet.
your smile falters, but you tilt your head. “thought you weren’t gonna say it?”
he grins, pressing a hot kiss underneath your ear. “and i thought you were leavin’.”
you let out a shaky gasp as toji licks a hot stripe up your neck. he’s filthy—big hands gripping your hips to keep you pinned to the couch, squeezing you hard each time you moan and buck yourself into him. his breath is hot against your neck, sucking and kissing and teasing, the occasional nip when you whimper just the way he likes.
his weight presses the wine harder into your stomach. you gasp, “toji, the wine—“
“hold it, baby.”
your eyes squeeze shut as his kisses trail further down your neck, tummy fluttering as heat pools between your thighs. his thumb on your hip sinks under the silk of your panties, and you whine his name before he shushes you with a sweet kiss to your cheek.
toji doesn’t kiss you on the lips. the lips are too honest, and toji is not.
you’re still clutching the bottle, chest heaving as toji presses your hips deeper, deeper—
“ow!”
toji freezes.
in truth, toji zenin has never been a gentle man. his body is too big and his hands are too rough, and life itself has never treated him gently, nor given him much reason to be gentle towards others. but as toji hovers over you, limbs frozen in alarm, his stomach can’t help but twist with disgust. said body and rough hands have crushed something soft yet again.
“did i hurt you?” his voice comes out weird. “doll—look at me. you okay?”
“i’m fine,” you wince, cheeks flushed as you try to steady your breathing. you twist your leg slightly, sliding your fingers down into the sofa cushion where something sharp poked at you. “something... something poked my leg.”
you pull out a tiny, red brick.
you blink. “a lego?”
for the second time this evening, toji freezes.
he takes it from your hand, flicking it away. he lifts your arms to wrap them around his neck, and lowers himself back to your chest. “that what you stopped me for, princess?” he mutters coolly, like his heart isn’t beating in his throat. “had me so worried, baby.”
“toji, why do you have a lego?”
he kisses your jaw, “my nephew’s.”
ah, that makes sense. you hug his neck tighter, giggling as he slips the wine off your belly & onto the floor. he presses yet another kiss to your neck, warm & sweet, and you let your chin rest on his shoulder as he loves you with gentler hands.
but then you see it.
on the metal door of the kitchen fridge, past a jar of gummy worms and a poorly placed broom, a banana-shaped magnet is there.
and right under it, a scribbled drawing. the messy figure of a man with spiky hair, and a smaller, more spiky-haired boy.
DADDY AND ME.
your body goes still.
toji’s hands are on your hips, thighs, waist—but his touch suddenly itches. the warmth has gone cold.
“toji,” you whisper. “who drew that?”
toji doesn't move. his eyes slowly follow your gaze to the fridge, and the panic in his eyes is unmistakable. the lie slips out of his mouth before his brain can even catch up to it.
“sociology project,” he breathes. “developmental regression. drew it with my left hand.”
“your left hand…”
your voice trails off as toji sinks his lips back to your neck.
toji zenin does not study sociology.
TORU’S REMARK : YOU CAN’T FOOL HER FOREVER.
BROKE BOY TACTICS #4: LEAN INTO THE LARP !
taught by: sato gojo
“you can’t pull up to a date in an uber. take my porsche—you’re a rich guy now.”
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it’s late, and three floors down, toji zenin has his hands on his hips, staring at sato’s sleek black porsche in disbelief while his tie itches at his neck. three floors up, in toji’s crappy apartment, the gang’s all there.
megumi has a blanket pulled up to his chin, seated on the couch next to suguru. sukuna is lounging on the floor with his back against said couch. sato is flipping through TV stations. the light in the room is dim, and sato snickers at something sukuna says before tossing him the remote.
“why does everyone always leave me?”
the trio freeze.
megumi’s expression is flat. he’s staring into the tv’s glow, but his eyes are soulless and empty. suguru hesitates—but then he rests a hand on megumi’s hair. “what do you mean, kiddo?”
“daddy’s always leaving now,” megumi closes his eyes, rigid against the couch cushions. “he never spends time with me anymore. he’s acting like my mommy did.”
the three boys’ hearts crack right down the middle.
they’re staring at each other now, the weight of megumi’s words on their shoulders. how do they tell a little boy that the reason his father has been less present—and is also not present tonight—is because he’s currently trying to hide his child’s existence to impress a woman? and that they’re all helping him?
sato speaks first. too quick, too fast.
“he’s just been busy,” he croaks out. “he’s been picking up new shifts. he’s working really hard.”
“yeah,” sukuna agrees. “he’s working hard. to take care of you, meg.”
megumi stares into the tv screen. geto’s hand is still heavy on his head, and his body is limp and his eyes are heavy.
“i know.” megumi mutters. “he’s my hero.”
suguru bites his lip. “you know what, meg? why don’t we draw something? a new picture for your dad?”
megumi’s eyes flit to the kitchen fridge. DADDY AND ME. the picture is still there, but the paper is crinkled and damp now. as if someone threw it away with heavy eyes, then somehow thought better of it.
megumi nods, “yeah.”
“okay, buddy. i’ll go get the crayons.”
“i’ll get the paper!”
“and i’ll… uh. you want a gatorade, kid?”
the three adults go after the various items. megumi takes one last look at his drawing on the fridge, and then he slips off the couch and pads away.
ⵌ SHOW TIME !
toji zenin is a man who can only have pride when he pretends.
so today, he pretends the sleek black porsche parked outside your house is his. he pretends he’s not wearing sato’s luxury cologne, that his tie isn’t secondhand, that the cuff of his suit isn’t too tight on his wrist and that the guilt in his mouth doesn’t taste like his blood.
he’s gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles turn white.
when you open the car door, you look like a dream.
your lips are glossy, always glossy, but it’s a different shade of shimmer tonight. your hair is loose all over your shoulders, heels clicky, dress black and matching the shade of sato’s car. toji stares, jaw slack as you slide into the passenger’s seat. the words in his throat have turned into bile.
“Hi.” you blink at him.
“Hi.”
he can’t say much else, and he really ought to but he can’t, so instead he only watches as you huff and click your seatbelt in place. toji licks his lips, turns back to the wheel. says a quick prayer to a god he doesn’t believe in. “you look gorgeous.”
you don’t respond.
the car starts with an expensive growl. it makes toji wince, and he hopes you don’t notice. he’s practiced starting the car three times so he can pretend he’s used to it. he isn’t, and he’ll never be.
he pulls onto the streets, eyes frantically scanning the road as his pulse drums in his teeth.
“toji?” you say, eyes trained ahead of you, voice flat.
“yeah, baby?”
“where are we going?”
toji’s fingers drum on the steering wheel. he turns right at the fork. “somewhere nice,” his voice is strained. “somewhere you deserve to be.”
he lets his right hand shift to the center console, trying to bridge the gap. his hand is sweating, maybe. you glance at it. glance away.
you peer out the window, head against the edge, watching the lights blur through the glass. “i feel like i’m sitting in a museum,” you murmur, quiet. “everything feels curated. including you.”
he swallows. “i’m trying to make tonight special.”
“special…” you trail off, lashes fluttering as you stare out the window.
“i don’t know who you are, zenin.”
toji’s head aches. and so does his chest, violent and sharp and stabbing. he’s a liar, a con artist, a selfish man with rough hands and a son waiting at home. oh—megumi. his phone’s been buzzing in his pocket for a while now. how’s megumi?
“i’m just a guy,” he chooses to say. “a guy who likes you.”
“do you? or is that just part of the exhibit?”
maybe there really is a god watching, because before toji can respond something makes a sound.
he’s not sure what, honestly, but he’s quick to capitalize on it. he needs the air. toji turns into an empty street to park. he unbuckles his seat belt, leans over a bit. “stay in the car, okay?”
you only nod, and toji’s throat curls with guilt.
the night air is cool on his skin. he opens the car bonnet—careful, as careful as a man like him can be—pretending to scan the engines for a possible source of the noise. he doesn’t find anything wrong, and he knew he wouldn’t, but he holds up the bonnet and pretends to check anyways.
three minutes pass before he returns to the car.
three minutes of toji zenin teaching himself how to breathe. the same way he does when megumi shuts down even though he thinks the steps are corny. having a kid really changes you, doesn’t it?
megumi. he looks at his watch, 9PM. his boy should be in bed by now.
the buzzing from his phone has stopped. he should check it now, but you’re still waiting. still beautiful. still hurt.
so toji slams the hood shut. sucks in a breath and slides back into the driver’s seat. you’re staring at him as he buckles his seatbelt.
“toji,” your voice is careful. “do you have anything you want to tell me?”
yes. i work three jobs and i’m drowning in student loans. i got a girl pregnant when i was eighteen, and she left me when i turned twenty-one. i have a boy who’s five-and-a-half and he’s the only good thing i have left. and i’m sorry i lied, but i didn’t want you to leave me before i could love you and i’m sorry, and i’m sorry again, and you deserve better, and i’m sorry.
“no,” toji lies.
you purse your lips. “okay.”
the engine roars back to life. and toji is sweating, and the date feels over before it’s even started, and his pulse is too loud and—
“daddy?”
toji’s blood runs cold.
in the backseat of sato’s porsche, megumi zenin is there, body tucked under a blanket and rubbing his eyes. he slips off the seat and stumbles towards the console, still rubbing at his face. “hi, daddy.”
toji zenin can only stay frozen as megumi wraps his smaller arms around his neck.
he tries to speak, fingers twitching as they hover over his son’s back. “megumi—hey, buddy—what’re you doing here?”
megumi buries his nose into his father’s neck. “i didn’t want to be alone again.”
toji bites his lip. he can feel your eyes boring into him, and he nervously scrambles. “hey—you’re never alone, buddy. where are your uncles? come here.”
he lifts megumi into his lap, avoiding your gaze.
“is this your son?”
toji’s mouth dries.
he could say it’s his nephew, make up some lie about him referring to both him and his ‘brother’ as dad, but god. you’re already looking at him with something he doesn’t have the vocabulary to name, and toji’s jaw aches.
“yes,” he sucks in a breath. “this is my son, megumi.”
he brushes megumi’s hair back, taking his little fist away from his face so he stops rubbing at his eyes. “meg, say hi to the pretty lady.”
“hi, pretty lady.”
megumi waves a small hand, then collapses against his father’s stomach.
you force a smile and flick your eyes back up to toji.
“i think you should take me home.”
???’s REMARK : YOU CAN’T LARP YOUR WAY INTO BEING LOVED !
BROKE BOY TACTICS #5: EMBRACE YOUR ECONOMICS !
taught by: nanami kento, megumi zenin.
“maybe she doesn’t hate you. maybe she hates that you thought so little of her you felt the need to live a lie.”
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it’s a new day, and toji zenin is laden with old burdens.
he’s slumped against his bedroom wall, phone pressed to his ear with megumi on his stretched out legs. megumi has a red & green colored hand in another jar full of gummy worms. toji makes a mental note to hide it better next time.
“you didn’t just lose the date,” nanami’s voice cuts through the speaker, flat and professional as always. “you insulted her intelligence. made her out to be a shallow woman who’d only care about you if you had money in your bank account.”
toji stares at the ceiling. then at megumi, who’s about to eat a gummy worm off the floor. he flicks it away. “she looked at me like i was trash, nanami.”
“she looked at you like you were a liar,” nanami corrects. “which you are.”
nanami sighs, breath sending a crackle through the speaker. all he wanted to do was spend his afternoon reading his new favorite BL, doukyuusei, but once again the shenanigans of his friends have interrupted his peace.
“toji, you’re a smart man. and she sounds like a smart woman. i doubt she’d lose interest because you have a son—i believe she hates that you lied to her.”
megumi takes a worm and makes it crawl through toji’s lips. it’s cold, but toji chews and swallows anyways. “i need to apologize.”
“yes,” toji can hear a page flip. “and quickly. i have to attend to other matters now, but say hi to megumi for me.”
the line goes dead, and toji drops his hand to the floor.
megumi chews a gummy worm. then he takes it out of his mouth, frowns at it, then eats it again. “daddy, are you mad at me?”
toji frowns. “for what?”
“i ruined your date,” megumi looks into the jar of worms, frowning, then back at his dad. “with auntie.”
toji looks at his son. at his candy smeared cheeks, sticky hands, black spikes of hair and sugar in his teeth. megumi looks just like him. he’s always known it, but he’s growing to look more and more like his father every day.
“you didn’t ruin anything,” he murmurs, pulling his son into his chest. “you’ve never ruined anything in your life.”
he pats megumi’s hair, head thrown back. “i’m sorry, meg.”
five-year-old megumi zenin has already lost interest. he’s more focused on getting the red and blue gummy in the sea of yellow-green ones, small hand grabbing fistfuls of worms before dropping them back. he doesn’t know his father is sorry, sorry for everything, for trying to erase his existence to impress a woman and for bringing him into this world knowing he will never be able to give him the future he deserves.
megumi retrieves the red and blue gummy worm. his favorite flavor. he blinks at it once, twice.
then he turns to his dad. lifts the gummy worm on his palm to his face.
toji zenin eats it right off.
ⵌ SHOW TIME !
megumi zenin is in his best clothes: baby blue button-up from suguru. a white top with a red race car that sukuna had got him for his birthday. light up skechers from uncle sato. toji had tried to get him to wear normal shoes, but megumi shut that down quickly. he wanted to be seen.
you no longer frequent the local loblaws.
and it breaks toji’s heart, actually. you haven’t blocked him just yet, thank god, so toji thinks you might not yet hate him completely. that he might still have a chance.
call him a weirdo, but he’s been to almost every grocery store nearby.
no frills, sobeys, you name it. and now, at 12:30PM sunday, toji zenin is in his car with his son, watching you load groceries into the backseat with a pout on your lips. like you’re above this. like you need a big, strong man to offer his help. and toji’s chest aches. because he could be that man, you know. if you’d let him.
toji slips out of the car. megumi hops out too.
he stops just a few feet behind you, watching you mutter curses as you haul a carton of juice. toji’s lip twitches. then he pulls megumi along.
“let me help.”
you blink as toji comes out of seemingly nowhere to save the day. he lifts everything out of your cart and into your car, never breaking a sweat. truthfully, your groceries aren’t even that heavy. he’s not sure why you were struggling, but he thinks it’s so fucking cute.
he lets you click your remote to close the boot shut. then he turns to you: “i owe you an apology.”
you tilt your head. “do you?”
he squeezes megumi’s hand in his own to ground himself. “i lied because i was scared,” he admits, and you never thought you’d hear toji and ‘scared’ in the same sentence. “you’re a pretty girl from a nice family who spends my rent money on groceries,” he breathes. “and i want you, bad. and i thought if you saw me—the me who lived paycheck to paycheck and has nothing except this little brat,” he raises megumi’s hand, “you’d leave before i even got a chance.”
he shifts his hand to megumi’s head. “it’s fucking stupid, i know. but this is my son,” he ruffles megumi’s hair. “say hi, kid.”
“hi, auntie.”
your gaze shifts away from toji, and drops to the little boy beside him. megumi is apple cheeks, dark, messy hair and nervous feet shifting on the pavement. he looks like his dad, and the sight makes your heart melt.
“hi, baby boy.” you crouch down to his height. “i love your shirt. do you wanna come here?”
megumi nods. he abandons his father’s side to let you scoop him up in your arms.
toji frowns.
megumi’s a shy kid. or not shy—awkward. he can’t make eye contact with kids his age, his tone is too flat, and his eyes are always bored. he doesn’t like to be touched by people he isn’t familiar with, and he’s very quick to say no to what he doesn’t like or want. so toji can only watch, brows knit in confusion, as megumi’s fist curls over your necklace and he lets you press a kiss to his cheek.
“hi, auntie,” megumi collapses into your shoulder, fist still gripping your necklace. “i did a very good job.”
“so good, baby,” you kiss his hair, grinning. “i’m gonna buy you all the gummies in the world.”
megumi blushes from the affection. he shifts his head over your shoulder so all you can see is his pink chubby cheek.
“what the hell is happening?”
“daddy’s a big dummy,” megumi mutters into your shoulder. “the biggest,” you agree.
toji’s frown deepens, and you laugh. “i’ve already met megumi, silly.”
toji blinks. he’s about to ask how, but you beat him to it: “remember when you got out of the car? megumi woke up in the backseat,” you kiss his ear softly, and megumi’s blush deepens. “we had a long chat about you, toji. and i asked him to pretend we’ve never met, and go back to sleep in the car.”
you watch megumi, fond. his fingers curling deeper into your necklace, his eyes shy and staring behind you. “i can’t believe you’ve been keeping this little angel from me. you’re a monster, toji.”
“dummy monster…” megumi mutters. you kiss his cheek again and he hides.
toji thinks about it. to megumi referring to you as auntie back in the apartment. fuck. he didn’t think too much of it, but perhaps he should’ve.
“so? you two were testing me, or some shit?”
you shift a hand from megumi’s back to your hip. “no attitude, mister. i’m still mad at you,” your frown, and then your shoulders drop. “did you really think you had to fake having money to impress me? picking me up in a porsche when i’ve already seen your crappy apartment?”
you stroke megumi’s hair. “and lying about meg,” your expression goes soft, sad. “have you apologized to him?”
“yeah,” megumi tugs your necklace. “he told me sorry.”
you smile at him, then kiss his little fist. “that’s great, baby. you deserve an apology. and i’m sorry as well, for taking away your time with your father.”
megumi pats your face, voice flat. “i forgive you.”
you giggle, pinching his cheek, and toji can only stare in disbelief.
megumi’s cheeks are pink from your kisses, little fingers curled tight around your necklace while you sway him absentmindedly against your chest. his light-up skechers blink every time his feet kick against your thighs. you’re smiling at him like he’s heaven as a boy, and megumi—quiet, awkward, megumi—is hiding his face in your shoulder because he’s shy.
how greedy.
how greedy of toji zenin to pick out cheerios from between couch cushions like trying to erase evidence of a crime scene. how greedy of him to scrub crayon off his walls, peel gummies off his floors and hide away his son with other people he can’t truly call family. how greedy of him to rip his son’s drawing off the fridge, only to put it back again later because he can’t even be greedy right.
how greedy of toji zenin to hide the only good thing in his life away; all because he wanted yet another good thing: you.
he wanted your pretty laugh in his apartment. wanted your heels by the front door, wanted your perfume in his sheets and your voice mixed with megumi’s cartoons on saturday mornings. toji zenin wanted everything.
now his everything was shoving his chubby hand in the face of his other everything to keep from getting attacked by kisses. but he was smiling. megumi zenin was smiling, and blushing, and laughing—and toji thinks about how he hasn’t seen megumi this childish in a while.
his heart aches.
“i’m sorry.”
sorry for what? he knows what he’s sorry for, but the words have failed him again, so he can only watch. watch as you tilt your head the way you always do, before megumi glances at you and tilts his head back at him the same way. oh god.
“‘gumi, do we forgive daddy?”
“yeah,” megumi’s feet kick. his shoes light up, red and blue. “if he stops hiding my gummies.”
toji won’t hide his gummies anymore. hell, he’ll never hide anything again in his life.
and maybe megumi senses the guilt on his father’s shoulders, because he squirms his tiny body for you to set him down and dashes so hard into his father’s legs that he knocks his forehead against his knee. “ow…”
toji snorts, crouching. “what are you doing, kid.” but he’s scooping megumi into his arms anyways. you pad closer, grin cheeky, and poke megumi on his side.
“how about we go shop for some gummy worms?”
BONUS — Y/N AND MEG’S FIRST MEET !
“who are you?”
the voice makes you jolt. you’re staring at your hands in the passenger’s seat of toji’s rented—no, probably borrowed—porsche, blinking away tears in your eyes when a tiny voice speaks behind you.
you whip your head around so fast your neck aches.
and standing there is a little boy, tiny, maybe four or five, rubbing away sleep from his eyes. his hair comes in tufts of black, and his eyes are blue, and oh my god he looks just like his father.
toji.
megumi is rubbing his eyes harder now. your heart melts.
“hi, baby,” you coo, patting away your own tears on your lashes. “i’m friends with your daddy. what’s your name?”
“i’m megumi,” he sniffles, yawns. “my friends call me meg. but i don’t have any friends.”
oh. “hi, meg. what’re you doing here? did your dad leave you home alone?”
you hope he says no, because you know toji’s been hiding something—someone from you, but he wouldn’t go that far. at least, you hope he wouldn’t.
“no, my uncles are at home,” he says sleepily. and you hover your hands over his face in silent permission. he blinks at your hands, sniffles again, before nodding to let you brush his hair back from his face. “i wanted to see daddy. he left for work.”
work? no he didn’t. toji zenin is outside, lifting the bonnet of a car he knows is too good to call his. “did he tell you he was going to work, meg?”
“no, but i know he is. he works for us. he wears the tie and he goes away.”
“oh, baby…”
toji zenin is a liar. a liar with a handsome face, and warm touch, and words that make your head dizzy. and you should be mad, really. you are, but the sight of this little boy with a face like his father’s only makes your heart ache.
you want to ask questions: who are your uncles? where were you when i came over? is your mother still in the picture?
but megumi zenin is blinking sleepily as you caress his cheek, leaning into your touch with a sigh.
“megumi, do you wanna make a deal?”
“what kind of deal?” megumi tries to rub his eyes, but you ease his fist away.
“a super simple one. your daddy’s been acting really strange, right? to you and me,” you pat his cheek. “all you have to do is act like we’ve never met, and i’ll give you anything you want.”
megumi thinks very hard. then he asks, “are you the lady daddy wants to impress?”
you blink. “what do you mean?”
“i heard him on the phone with uncle sugu,” megumi rests his head against your leather car seat. “he said he likes a nice lady. said he wants to be a better man for her.” he rubs his eye. “then he started leaving me. where’s daddy? i wanna talk to daddy.”
“oh, meg,” your heart breaks. “come here, baby.”
megumi hesitates, but then he lets you pull him into a hug. his hands are limp by his sides, but he pats your back once before his tiny hand slips away. “auntie, why are you crying?”
your shoulders shake over him. you sniffle, “don’t worry about it, meg. and your daddy’s gonna come back soon, okay? and he won’t leave you alone anymore. i’ll make sure of it.”
megumi pulls back. “you promise?”
you cup his cheeks. “i promise. go back to sleep, okay?”
EPILOGUE !
on the couch of toji’s crappy apartment, megumi zenin is curled into his father’s side, gummy worms in his mouth as he presses his sticky hands to the screen of his brand new ipad pro. a shiny gift from his loving uncle sato, who bought him the device despite suguru and toji’s wishes.
megumi offers his father a gummy worm. “when is auntie coming?”
toji eats it off his palm. “soon, kid,” he clicks his tongue. “swear you like her more than me now.”
megumi picks out five gummy worms from the jar, then lines them up on his ipad screen for convenience. “nah, i like daddy the most.”
toji softens.
all toji can see right now is the top of his little boy’s head, his tiny nose poking out and his chubby little cheeks. the ipad screen is sticky and candy smeared—much like megumi’s hands—and on the screen is a video of a teacup in a ballet dress—ballerina cappucina?—getting married to a little espresso man wearing a ninja bandana. toji frowns. the video gives him flashbacks to his days of working as skai jackson’s personal AI prompt writer. he shivers.
toji shakes his head. “meg, you know i’m never leaving, right?”
“i know,” megumi groans. “you told me a billion times yesterday!”
“quit whining,” toji murmurs, pulling his son into his lap. megumi reaches for his jar of gummy worms, and toji tugs it closer. “just wanted to remind you.” he mumbles.
megumi slumps against his father’s chest. soft, distracted, satisfied. “you don’t need to say sorry anymore. i forgive you.”
toji kisses his hair, burying his face in the dark strands. he sighs, “thanks, kiddo.”
———
when the doorbell rings, toji zenin is already half-asleep.
the sound—and megumi’s accidental jab of his elbow against his stomach—wakes him right up. toji smooths his hair, rubs the sleep from his eyes. then he turns to tell megumi to go wash his sticky hands, then decides not to.
he sucks in a breath and opens the door.
“hi, pretty.”
“move. i’m not here for you.”
you shove at his chest and push your way into the apartment, and on the couch to the right megumi zenin is there, ipad in hands and cheeks sticky and looking up at you with big, blue eyes.
“auntie?”
“oh, my baby!”
you scoop him off the couch and into your arms, and megumi clutches your shoulders tight as you attack him with kisses on his forehead, cheeks, everywhere. toji’s eye twitches in disbelief. “are we serious?”
“oh, you’re still here,” you glance over at him, bored. “meg and i are gonna make cookies today. mind being a doll and fetching the ingredients from the car?” you toss him your car keys.
toji looks at the keys in his hands. then you, who is cooing silly things that make megumi blush and bury his head in your neck.
toji pads over to you, slow. “i wanted to see you.”
you ignore his hands snaking around your hips. you turn your nose up at him, “and now, you have.”
“you still mad at me?”
of course you’re still mad. maybe not as mad as you were a week ago, but still upset. that he lied. that he thought so little of you that he went out of his way to sculpt a whole other life and hide away the little angel in your arms. but toji’s hands are still heavy on your hips. his voice is warm in your ear. and he apologized, you know. in the parking lot that day. at your house on monday, holding a bouquet of half-dead flowers and wearing a rented suit that went to waste because you refused to go out with him anyway. he sent you an hour long voicemail apologizing. you listened to it all on the way here.
toji zenin is such a sap.
he acts like he isn’t, though. but he is, and you feel it in how he presses his lips to your neck, over and over and over again. i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry.
megumi shoves his father’s lips away. “daddy stop.”
you laugh, nuzzling megumi’s cheek. “he’s such a dummy, isn’t he meg? do you think i should forgive him?”
“yeah,” megumi mutters, collapsing into your neck. “he said sorry a billion times to me yesterday. daddy’s really sorry for everything.”
“aww. daddy’s so cute when he’s sorry, isn’t he?”
toji is glaring at you. you can only giggle and press a kiss to his jaw, and his eyes widen a bit in surprise. you cup his jaw and press another one to his cheek. just one more, because you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t missed him as well.
“i forgive you, mister. now go get those groceries—shoo!”
toji nuzzles your neck before leaving the apartment.
megumi is still on your hip, clutching your shoulders for balance as you pick out pans and trays from the cupboard. he grips your hair in a tiny fist. “auntie?”
“hm, gummy?”
megumi hides in your neck—shy, nervous. “are you gonna be my new mommy?”
you freeze.
megumi clutches you tighter. his face is buried in your throat, and he’s gripping so tightly his little nails bite into your skin, but you soften. toji had already confessed everything in his voicemail. his mom isn’t in the picture anymore. how a mother can let go of a little angel like meg, you don’t know, but who are you to judge and conclude?
“i don’t know, meg, it’s too soon,” you hum softly, setting a pan on the tabletop. “but i know i’ll be here, baby. for you.”
“will you be at my school, too?” he peers up at you, big eyes glimmering with hope. “all the other kids have mommies except for me.”
“oh, megumi—of course i’ll be there!”
it’s taking everything in you not to carry this boy and run! you attack his face with kisses, and megumi squirms in your arms but he’s giggling. his hands are sticky on your face, neck, everywhere, but you kiss him over and over again, because you’ve only known him for a little over a week but you’re already ready to give him the world. “auntie, stop!” but he’s laughing. “there’s lip gloss all over me!”
when toji walks in, he can’t believe his eyes.
there are too many shopping bags in his hands, because everything about you is too much, even down to your shopping, and toji is staring in disbelief. the woman of his dreams in his kitchen, holding his son, and his son is laughing. laughing the way he used to before his mother left him two years ago.
and he doesn’t really deserve the warmth curling in his chest, or the strange feeling coursing through his veins, but who is toji zenin if not greedy?
so he drops the bags to his feet (gently, because you’d curse him if the eggs broke), and pads over to the kitchen where you’re showering megumi with affection, and he snakes his arms around your waist and drops his head into your neck. you turn, grinning, and you don’t push him away when he presses a quick kiss to your lips. the lips are honest, and now toji is too.
“aww, look at you getting all sappy.”
“auntie made my face all sticky..”
toji squeezes you both tight. a little greed never killed a man.
he could be buried deep inside you, your breast flush against his sweaty chest as you sank yourself down on his cock, over and over and over again, the swell of his tip brushing against the grooves of your walls; syrupy moans slipping past your slicked swollen lips with each slam of your hips, your arms bracket him for support as you fucked yourself silly.
his large hands would find the soft flesh of your hips, practically babbling sweet nothings as he lost himself in your pussy; rutting up into you to meet you, tip kissing your womb as he muttered sweet nothings against your warm skin.
“ooh, just like that . . . so fucking close,” he huffed, low and breathy, his eyes sit heavy and half lidded, weighed down with lust.
he loved when you got like this.
chasing out your high on his cock, wet, lewd, squelches echoing as your walls tried milk him for all he had. but his favorite? the way those pretty eyes of yours turned glassy, full of honeyed yearning, doing their best to focus on his face.
“gorgeous, such a gorgeous girl, baby . . . d-curl or c-curl?”
. . .
all your movements came to a sloppy halt. as if his words reached you through the thick syrup of your cock-drunken haze . . . your eyes finally focusing on his face, voice a honeyed slur. “d-curl . . as in . . my lashes, or your dick ?”
“um, your lashes.”
you only blinked at him.
what had been a faint frown on your face gave way to a smile of disbelief, until soft laughter escaped you and your body shook with it.
his lashes, pale and pretty, fluttered shut as his head tipped back, the back of it meeting the headboard with a soft, dull thud: “hah— wait wait wait, please dont—gah—” ; in the span of a heartbeat, his whole body seized from under you, his breath choking up in his throat as his cock feverishly pulsing inside you, warm, white rivulets painting your walls before you could even bat an eye.
“—move . . .”
a pink heat crept over his cheeks and ears, delicate as blush staining porcelain, his eyes darting away from yours to the far corner of the room as he tried and failed to hide his embarrassment.
“satoru—”
“whyd you have to go and do that?” he pouted, voice quieter than before.
you raised a brow, his cock still buried inside you. “you’re blaming me for your performance issues now?”
he scoffed, eyes finally meeting yours—narrowed, something insecure flickering beneath the edge of his stare, his grip on your hips firm. “ugh, no. just abnormal circumstances.”
after a brief moment of comfortable silence, his thumbs circled your hips, slow and absentminded . . .
“hey,” he piped up. “i still wanna know what you prefer.”
needless to say, satoru’s priorties were in shambles.
✉️ྀི . . . i rmbr for toji's one i read an smau where he sent an audio imitating how u sound so i was inspired by that — i just dont rmbr who posted it！
✉️ྀི . . . i rmbr for toji's one i read an smau where he sent an audio imitating how u sound so i was inspired by that — i just dont rmbr who posted it！
kento was a gentleman in a world full of boys. patient, compassionate, intelligent — you really believed he had been a gift to you from the spirits above.
being the gentleman he was, one thing he did for you every week was buy you flowers. no matter how tired he was or how rough his day had been, he would always find time to gift you the largest bouquet of your favourite flowers with a sweet little note attached to it, just telling you how beautiful you were & how much he loved you.
getting this was always the highlight of your week. it was as if any of the tension you'd been carrying had been lifted off of your shoulders, & you would reward him with the biggest kiss to his lips. to him, that was all he needed from you.
now . . the roles had been reversed.
here you stood with a bouquet of peonies, staring down with an almost blank gaze at the tombstone in front of you.
with nanami kento engraved right in the middle.
you kneeled down, placing the flowers right beside the grave. you were quiet for a very long time, having so much to say yet so little at the same time. all you did was stare and gently caress the stone, imagining it to be the soft skin of your late husband against your fingers.
then you looked at the flowers again . . & that's when you crumbled. your body folded on top of the tombstone, hugging it so tight that you felt like your bones could break. hot tears streamed down your face, choked sobs escaping you but no one was there to hear you.
your voice strained, you cried, "who's going to give me my flowers this week, ken? and the next week & the one after! who is it going to be?"
there was no response besides the warm breeze that blew past, brushing against your skin & dress.
"maybe it's my turn to gift you flowers every week."
you're bending down to pick something up? he's right behind you smacking your ass with a semi already poking from his boxers. you're stretching your arms out & he gets a peak of your belly? he's squeezing your plump skin & practically humping your sides. you're just on your phone? yeah, he's pouncing on you & groaning against your ear about how sexy you look & you can feel the tent growing in his shorts.
though one thing that turns him on more than anything is when you let out those little, cute moans of yours. and they're never meant to be sexual. it's just those ones that come out when you're stretching sometimes, or when you're snuggling up against his broad chest & you let out a pretty little sigh. oh, don't even get him started when you whine & complain about something — those soft, sweet noises almost makes him burst.
you're cuddling him when you feel his large palm snaking down to your ass cheeks & just as you expect, he gives it a harsh smack! "ouchhhh~!" you whine, looking up at him with that adorable frown & pout on your face.
oh, that sound is just music to his ears.
"i'm hard now." he says. no shame. just palming himself through his boxer shorts as he squeezes your ass again.
". . that's all it took? such a perv." you（gently）slap his cheek, rolling your eyes at the fact that your boyfriend has no shame about this.
"what can i say?" he purrs, rolling you on to your back & going on top of you, his chubbed up length rubbing up against your thighs. his eyes rake over your sweet body, the scar on his lip curling up into that infamous smug smirk of his. "i just can't resist anything you do. and when you sound that pretty? yeah, can't blame a guy for acting this way."
you can't help rolling your eyes again . . & you kinda hate yourself that your panties are soaked from toji's 'gross' behaviour (¬_¬") ！
