ʚ cont— fwb toji x fem!reader, toji is packing, humping, clit play, unprotected sex, no penetration, dirty talk, teasing, slight manhandling
The burning pain is so concentrated, it's too overwhelming to focus on anything else. He told you to breathe through your nose and relax your body, but it seems your body is at odds with those very instructions.
It feels as if he’s ripping you open from the center, no pleasure laced with the pain despite how he rubs your clit in perfect circles with his thumb.
After a moment, the pain disappears; left in its place is only an ebb of pain as evidence that he was there at all.
Something warm and wet bumps against your clit, making your thighs twitch involuntarily. It soothes the ache, making your inner muscles clench around nothing in anticipation.
You look between your legs to find Toji rubbing his swollen cock head against your clit in circles. The veins in his hands press against his skin from beneath, making your mouth water.
“You’re still too tight,” he says, his dark, low-lidded eyes on yours. “Gotta loosen up for me.”
You chew on the inside of your cheek as warmth creeps up your neck. “You’re too big,” you scold. “It isn’t my fault. That thing is a monster.”
He smirks, raising a brow before thrusting his hips so his cock rubs upwards against your most sensitive spot in a repetitive sliding motion that makes your head spin. He glances down for a moment before spitting on your cunt, his saliva landing just above your opening. “I worked you open. Made you cum twice with my fingers and tongue.” He slaps his cock against your pussy a few times, his amusement growing at the sound and sight of your arousal sticking to his cock head.
He starts humping your pussy, sliding his cock between your cunt while bumping your clit with each thrust. The sensation completely erases the prior discomfort from before as pleasure seeps into your body, making you dizzy.
“It's still not…” Your eyes flutter, and your lips part as your legs tighten around his waist.
“Hmm?” Toji leans over you, grabbing your jaw with one hand while bracing his weight on the mattress beside you. “Still not what?” he prompts.
Your gasps turn breathy as the pleasure slowly leaks into your stomach. The warmth blossoms like a flower spreading its petals, becoming an all-encompassing bliss you can hardly think through. “Fuck, Toji,” You gasp. “Oh, fuck.”
He hisses through his teeth before biting his lip and glancing between the two of you to watch how his cock rubs against your pussy. His head appears from between your lips with each thrust, shining with your conjoined arousal. “Fuck, that’s pretty.”
He glances back up at you. Squishing your cheeks together, he leans down until your lips are nearly touching. “Gonna cum like this? Hm? While I fuck that sore little clit?”
“Oh my—” Your nails dig into his back. Your hips begin to match his rhythm, thrusting up in time with his movements. “Yes. Yes. Shit, Toji. That feels so good.”
He releases a sound half between a sigh and a groan before he presses his lips to yours with urgency. He wastes no time in gently introducing his tongue and rather forces his tongue into your mouth, squeezing your jaw with his fingers.
Your moans get lost in the kiss, mingling with his as his throat becomes more frantic. He’s grunting into the sloppy kiss, his breath tickling your cheeks.
He breaks the kiss to moan against your lips. His eyes roll back in his head. “Mmm—” His cheeks are flushed red with arousal. “I’ll fuck you another day,” he groans. “I need to shoot all over this pretty cunt.”
“M-hmm,” you agree while your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth. “Please. Oh god. I’m so close, Toji.”
The noise he releases is so raw and honest that it makes the heat shoot through your entire body. He keeps fucking his cock right where you need it, rubbing your clit over and over again so perfectly. Your nails dig into his back harder as your back arches.
Toji groans in response, his hips canting in reaction to the pain. “Mean fucking hands, baby,” he groans, biting his lip. “Harder. I wanna see it tomorrow.”
The tips of your fingers go numb from how hard you dig your nails into his shoulder blades. Your body tenses, dragging your fingers upwards and leaving angry red marks in their wake. Distantly, somewhere in your semi-conscious mind, you feel a trickle of wetness against his skin.
“More p-pressure, Toji,” you gasp. “I’m right there. ‘m right there, please—”
Toji reaches between you and presses on his shaft, increasing the pressure of his cock against your clit. He leans down by your neck and pulls your lobe into his mouth with his teeth, biting teasingly before sucking to ease the pain. “Let me feel that tight pussy cum for me.”
Your mind splinters with the power of your orgasm. You cry out into the room, your abdomen jerking repeatedly as the tension inside you snaps. “Fuck- Fuck- Fuck-” You repeat the curse as a mantra as he works your orgasm out of you, pressing his thumb against the head of his dick right over your clit.
Toji grits his teeth and groans before pulling back his cock and aiming it at your cunt. His eyes are downwards at your pussy as the first rope of cum shoots from his dick, landing over your pussy in an obscene show of his satisfaction.
His eyes roll with every wave of his release, the tips of his ears burning red.
You catch your breath and run your arms down his biceps, soothing his tense muscles in long strokes as the last of his orgasm flows out of him.
“You made a mess,” you tease through a smile, looking down at where his cum is splattered all over the outside of your cunt and lower stomach. You can feel him dripping down your ass and know he must’ve made an even worse mess that you can’t see.
Toji grunts, wiping the head of his softening cock through said mess before pressing the head to your opening.
You grit your teeth at the soreness of his earlier attempts.
“Yeah,” he grunts hoarsely. “A very pretty mess.” He doesn’t attempt to push into your opening, just teases you there, but it’s enough to make you tighten up in anticipation—something Toji feels that makes a smirk dimple the corners of his lips. His pleasure-droopy eyes look up to find yours knowingly.
“Shut up and get off me,” you groan, pushing at his bare abdomen.
“All this and you’re still scared to take me in here,” he chuckles.
You tuck your legs to your chest and attempt to roll out from under him, but his massive body doesn’t allow it. Your gaze snaps to his with a pout.
Instead of deterring him, his smile only grows. He pinches your cheek condescendingly, eyes darting across your face. “No one should look so unhappy after coming so many times and so hard.”
“You’re so full of yourself,” you say, but the words are slurred, courtesy of the massive bastard holding your cheek hostage. “I need to stop fucking you.”
He gives you a knowing look.
“I said I need to,” you emphasize. “Not that I will. Because I am very, very stupid.”
He releases your cheek only to pat your face a few times. “Yeah, but you make such a good girl.”
content. mdni. | daddy kink, older bf x younger gf, rough, pussy slapping, praise, orgasm control, toji wakes you up with his cock..
toji entered your shared apartment with a heavy sigh, raking fingers through his hair while he searched the living room.
“where are ya, baby?”
he called out, his eyes narrowed as if mimicking a predator hoping to locate his prey. he trudged off to the bedroom with anticipation. the hardness of his bulge pressed against his pants because ofcourse as his sweet girl, you’d taken your duty of teasing him all day at work seriously; sending dirty texts and all kinds of photos.
“ah- fuck.”
he murmured under his breath as he saw your sweet little body sprawled across your guys’ bed, fast asleep as if the teasing had never happened. your bare ass peeked out from under the shirt of his you’d stolen, making his dick impossibly harder.
he clenched his jaw and stepped closer to the bed, palming himself through his pants at least for a second of relief. “baby, cmon.” he huffed as he received no response or indication that you’d waken up.
his stare burned into your body and a switch flipped inside of him as he tugged off his shirt, swiftly lowering his pants next. he crawled into bed slowly and slid down his boxers before pulling you into him from behind. he sighed heavily as your sweet vanilla perfume surrounded his air, turning him on even more.
you shifted ever so slightly against him, still fast asleep. he impatiently shoved your shirt up and gave his cock a few good strokes before dragging his head along your puffy lips. he groaned quietly into your hair at the feeling and finally positioned his throbbing cock where he needed it, sinking into your warm pussy with a quiet squelch.
you began to stir and tilted your head back against him, clenching around him hard as you grew concious. “toji..?” you murmured sleepily.
“daddy just needed to take some stress out on his baby, you keep relaxing f’me.” he rasped softly and you responded with a dumb little nod, whining quietly as he began pushing his cock deeper inside.
he thrusted his hard cock in and out in a maddening rhythm, the room filling with the mixture of your moans and his groans. his grip on your hips was bruising and painful, making you needier. you whimpered and tilted your head further back against him, trying to take him deeper.
“was so needy for you daddy.. all day.”
“needy huh? couldn’t even keep yourself awake f’me bad girl.”
he grumbled with a grunt and let go of your hip to reach down, giving your cunt a gentle rub before giving it a few punishing slaps. you squirmed and cried out at the sensation only leading him to smack your cunt some more.
your reactions struck something inside of him and he pulled out briefly, only to flip you onto your back quickly. he lined up again and stared down at you as he shoved himself deep inside again, his thrusts progressively becoming rougher and more animalistic. meanwhile you stared up at him as you moaned softly and your eyes teared up at the strength of the pleasure.
he smirked down at you with lust-filled eyes, reaching down to lightly slap your cheek. “good girl, taking my cock like a dumb little thing.”
you nodded with a whimper and lifted your head up towards him for a kiss. he met your mouth with his own, kissing you sloppily as he slid his tongue into your mouth. he pulled his tongue back a little, sticky saliva stringing your mouths together.
the bed squeaked as you attempted to lift your hips to take him deeper, only to be met with his pinning you down into the bed. he watched your reactions darkly, admiring your flushed cheeks and the needy little noises you let out.
“so close toji.. please.” you mumbled breathlessly.
he chuckled lowly and pulled out nearly all the way before slamming in hard. “please what doll?”
you gasped as he filled you all over again and squirmed. “please.. wanna come.”
he continued forcing himself deeper into your tight cunt, bringing a large hand up to tightly wrap his fingers around your throat. he gave you a mocking pout, squeezing hard. “aw poor baby wants to come?”
you nodded desperately, earning another squeeze in response. “too bad. you gotta hold on for me doll.. teased me all day and now you gotta wait like a good girl.”
a quiet whimper left your lips as your eyes glazed over with frustrated tears. “m’ sorry daddy.. please.” you whispered weakly, your legs shaking as he continued to bully your needy hole.
he shook his head stubbornly and leaned down to give you short sloppy kisses on your pretty lips in between his shaky groans. “gotta wait for daddy to catch up to his needy girl, ‘kay?”
you nodded with parted lips, melting into the bed as he pounded you. you clenched around him hard and felt a few hot tears slide down your cheeks as you tried so hard to be good and hold on to your orgasm.
he huffed at the sight of you and kissed away your tears, thrusting into you faster. “fuck baby, crying f’me so beautifully..”
his thrusts quickened impossibly as he bordered on the edge of his orgasm, groaning and muttering curses breathlessly. he squeezed your neck hard to get your attention and lifted your head slightly off the bed, staring at you. “still wanna come doll?”
your eyes brightened a little with anticipation as you stared back at him. “yes please..”
he let go of your neck and dropped your head back onto the pillow, reaching his now free hand down. he pinched your clit hard while continuing to stuff your hole. “cmon, come with daddy. go on baby.”
your hips jerked up at the command and the warmth and buzzing of your orgasm hit you at full speed. you cried out at the intensity of it, squirming around his cock. he groaned loudly and held you down as his cum flooded your insides, his hips stuttering weakly.
he collapsed onto you after, not laying his full weight on you as to avoid crushing you. his cock softened in you as you both breathed heavy and relaxed into one another.
“feel good baby?” he rasped against your hair.
you lightly trailed fingers down the muscles of his back as you whispered, “mhm.. thank you toji.”
he shifted you guys so he was laying behind you again, his cock still buried deep inside of you.
“good girl, go back to sleep.” he whispered, kissing your head gently a few times while you immediately listened to his command and began dozing off.
making olderbf! toji your bitch when he doesn’t listen ♡︎
cws; sub!toji, p in v, riding, handcuffs, heavy teasing, creampie, (slight) edging, established relationship… 1.1k words. (sorry)
your older boyfriend was pretty well behaved these days. he lived a simple life, usually in bed by ten o’clock, stable job, only drinks on occasion… the list goes on.
in all honesty, you had very few complaints about toji — he’s a good man… apart from the fact he had completely selective hearing.
you could ask him to do something a million times over and somehow you’re still the one who ends up doing it. he gives you the same response every time, "yeah doll, i’ll get to it."
he never gets to it.
you began to ponder what exactly you had to do to get your boyfriend to listen. you felt maybe you had to get a little… creative.
toji gets home from work, kicking his boots off, immediately looking for you. he pads over to the bedroom, finding you perched on the end of the bed in nothing but one of his old shirts, mischief in your eyes.
"ah, you’re home. good," you smile, standing up, crossing your arms over your chest.
toji furrows his brows in confusion. usually when he gets home, you’re all over him — jumping up wrapping your legs around his waist, kissing him everywhere with exaggerated ‘mwah’ noises.
"what kinda welcome home is this?" he grumbles. you just smile casually before beginning your little plan. "lay down on the bed. now."
he raises his eyebrows before grinning, laying down on the bed cockily, resting his head against his thick, veiny forearms. "mm, that’s more like it."
little did he know.
you straddle toji’s lap, your his shirt riding up enough for him to catch a glimpse of your cunt. he licks his lips in anticipation, completely unaccustomed to you being the one in control. it was almost always toji taking the lead — fucking you stupid every night of the week.
he grips your thighs, grinding you against his clothed cock. you feel him harden beneath you, the sensation sending electricity throughout your body.
then, you swat both of his hands away. "hands to yourself."
the man had never been so confused. "what, can’t touch what’s mine now?" he purrs, putting his hands right back where they belong.
you reach into the drawer of the nightstand beside you, pulling out a pair of strong cuffs. strong enough for even a man like toji to struggle in them.
"the fuck are you-"
you clasp them around his wrists, then unzip his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. his thick, heavy cock springs free, bouncing with the movement before slapping against his stomach.
you see a flicker of nervousness in his eyes before they return to their normal casual confidence. he scoffs, "think yer in control? cute."
you just hum, completely confident in your plan, beginning to stroke his length with your hand. he hisses at the contact, pre cum beading on his tip — he’d been thinking about your hands on his cock all damn day.
"you never listen, huh?" you say, squeezing his dick tighter in your hand, making him groan. "i think we need to change that, don’t you?"
you smile sarcastically, lining his cock up with your entrance and beginning to sink down — your tight, wet walls squeezing him deliciously.
toji keeps his eyes on you, watching your every movement, silently wondering where the fuck his girlfriend is and what happened to her.
you rock against him, feeling his cock drag through your walls, splitting you open as you tease him with your torturously slow pace. "mmnn, i think i’ll keep going like this, nice and slow," you tease, watching how sweat begins to bead on his forehead.
oh how he wishes he could flip you over and teach you a lesson.
"both know you wanna— hah— move faster," he grunts, testing the boundaries of his cuffs, realising he was going to be stuck here for however long you saw fit.
you peel your shirt off, revealing your full breasts and hard nipples, squeezing them with both hands, only adding to his growing frustration. "it’s such a shame you can’t touch these right now… oh well," you continue.
his restraint was running thin.
he plants both feet on the bed, attempting to rut up into you to relieve himself. you quickly slide off him, smiling cruelly. "so impatient," you tease.
toji clenches his jaw, watching you straddle his lap again, grinding your cunt against his pulsing length. "cut it out, doll. shit’s not funny," he rasps.
"you know what else isn’t funny?" you begin, biting your lip as you slide your folds over his dick, entrance catching on his thick tip— "…when you constantly say you’ll do something, then you don’t do it."
this whole thing was beginning to make sense.
"so you’re fuckin’ torturing me cause’ i forgot to do the dishes? don’t be a br-"
you sink down again, planting your feet down now to bounce on him slowly, just how he likes it. "dishes, laundry, fixing the sink… the list goes on," you say.
toji watches the way your tits bounce with every impact, the way your pussy swallows his dick as you bounce on him slowly — and there was nothing he could do about it. he could only take what you give him.
every time he tries to chase it, to thrust up into you, to move his hips upward even an inch; you stop. either that, or pull yourself off him altogether.
"baby cmon, just— shit," toji pants, tongue gliding over the scar on his mouth, breathing becoming rapid and desperate.
you pick up the pace just a little, giving him some much needed release before slowing again, reminding him who was in control. "something wrong? think this is unfair?" you fake pout. "…imagine how i feel."
he had visible, bulging vein across his forehead, frustrated and dripping with sweat. it was only a matter of time before he gave in.
you speed up again, bouncing on his dick with increased fervour, planting your hands on his scarred chest.
the relief was heavenly — he could almost cum on the spot. strained noises were pouring out of him loud enough for your neighbors to hear. "ah, fuck — jus’ like that, baby," he groans, dick pulsing inside of you.
then, you slow again. "so, are you gonna start listening to me?" you ask, tilting your head, intentionally clenching around him to draw out another hoarse groan.
he contemplates it for a second, too desperate to be stubborn. he swallows his pride, too far gone to care that you’re getting your own way.
pleased with the outcome of your little scheme, you bounce on his dick faster and harder than ever before, watching how his face practically contorts with pleasure.
it takes no time at all for him to shoot his hot load inside of you, filling you to the brim, head thrown back against the pillows.
"i’m glad we could come to an agreement," you giggle, leaning in to kiss his now pouty face.
a/n; first time writing sub!toji… gulp… how’d i do
Synopsis: the one thing Marine!Toji should never, ever do is treat you like you're one of his recruits. he'd drilled that into his head a long time ago. yet today, he snaps at you like an asshole, and he needs to reassure you there's not a single thing wrong with you
Warnings: angst, hurt with comfort, toji's got a potty mouth, allusions to ptsd and horrors of war, references to death and grieving, ends well and I know there'll be people saying, oh I wouldn't have forgiven him, and that's okay, this is for the people who do want to forgive, who want to be reassured, not proofread
Word Count: 2k
Being a Sergeant comes with a lot of responsibilities — overseeing drills, taking care of fuckass recruits who think they’re hot shit till they’ve actually taken someone’s son’s life, putting his life on the line every time some suit makes the wrong decisions, and handing dog tags to parents, wives, children and acting like some other asshole won't be doing the same for him.
He barks orders, breaks up fights with his own fists, breaks down doors with his toughened body.
Marine!Toji's a fucking machine.
But he shouldn’t be one around you.
And he knows that. Usually, when he’s at his wit’s end and everything’s rubbing him the wrong way, even the sound of your voice, he takes a deep breath and reminds himself he’s real fucking lucky to have a roof over his house, a gorgeous woman putting up with his shit, and food on the table.
Today, however…
Today, he’s got an extra dose of idiot coursing through his blood.
You’ve been talking at him nonestop throughout the entire match; he can’t keep up with the score and who’s got the ball ‘cause you won’t stop fucking talking. Something about girls’ day or your nails or some asshole at your workplace. All he wanted was to nurse a cold one, put his feet up, and talk shit about some seriously overpaid children masquerading as athletes. But he can’t get that here, where it should have been guaranteed.
“Toji,” you say, dragging the syllables out and he winces, “are you even paying attention to me?”
Marine!Toji grunts, taking a big gulp of his beer and rolling his shoulder back. Still irritated. Still tense. Still painfully aware that you’re poking his cheek.
Sighing, you pout. “I don’t think you are.”
“I am,” he replies, pushing your finger away, which returns anyway.
“Okay, then what was I just talking about?”
He huffs. “The barista got your order wrong.”
You groan, coming to a stand. Right. In. Front. Of. The. Fucking. TV.
Hands on your hips, you playfully scold him, not a clue in the world that he’s gripping the bottle especially hard right now and he’s fighting the urge to walk out of the house to drive to the nearest bar. “Fushiguro, that was like seven topics ago! What the hell is your problem?”
A glare slides over to you and you blink at it, losing the small smile you had.
“What’s my problem?” he repeats, a scoff escaping his scarred lips. . “How about the fact that you can’t busy yourself with shit ‘round the house and you insist on being a massive pain in my ass? Your talking’s grinding my gears right now. Get a grip, woman, and march yourself back out of my line of sight. That’s an order.”
Your face twists into a pained shadow immediately.
Marine!Toji stiffens.
“I didn’t realise I was disturbing you,” you say, monotone but unable to hide the tremble in your voice. You’re embarrassed, feeling thoroughly chastised like a child.
Cold water washes over him. He puts his beer down, grimacing. “No, doll. Fuck, I didn’t mean any of that.”
It’s too late — you’re already doing as he asked. You disappear. The door to the bedroom shuts before he can even process what exactly he even said.
Marine!Toji doesn’t even look up. The game keeps playing, bright and loud and meaningless. The crowd on the TV erupts. Someone scores. Commentators shout. The stadium roars like the world just shifted on its axis. The beer in his hand has gone warm. His jaw is still tight, but there’s nothing left to be tight about.
The apartment is quiet now.
Way too fucking quiet.
No commentary from you about how ridiculous the uniforms look. No off-topic rambling about your coworker. No dramatic retelling of how the barista betrayed you. No soft humming when you scroll on your phone. Just the game.
He stares at the screen. He has no idea what the score is. He doesn’t even care.
Because the silence feels all types of wrong. Like the silence before a bomb drops, with a low whistling signalling impending doom.
Marine!Toji drags a hand down his face. “Fuck,” he mutters.
Slumping back in his chair, he stares up at the ceiling and wonders what the fuck is wrong with him.
The man can hardly believe the words came out of him — he told you to march yourself out of his line of sight. Like you were a recruit. Like you were something to command. His chest tightens in a way combat never manages to. He even said ‘that’s an order’ like the kind of asshole he promised he’d never be to his girl, to you.
Those words shouldn’t have meant anything to you, and yet you took it on the chin better than most of the pricks he works with.
“Goddamn it.”
He stands abruptly, leaving behind a game he no longer gives a shit about.
The bedroom door is closed; he knew it would be. Would you even want to hear from him so soon? Do you want time and space? He could give that to you but it doesn’t feel right.
Every atom in his body is telling him he needs to fix this, needs to sanitise and sew up the wound before it festers, gets infected, and it’s all too fucking late. So he hesitates outside the door for only a second before knocking. Once, twice. “Doll,” he says, voice already rougher than usual. “Open up.”
No answer.
Marine!Toji exhales through his nose.
“Please.”
There’s a shuffle inside. The door opens just enough for you to step out — not looking at him. Your eyes are a little red. Your arms are crossed like you’re holding yourself together.
“I don’t want to fight,” you say, tired and already on the defensive. The sound of your voice strikes wrong, a flat note. “I’ll keep it down.”
It’s worse than yelling would’ve been. Ineffectual fists raining hellfire on his chest would have been better than watching you fiddle with your sleeves, trying to make yourself as small as possible. He’d taken punches to the gut that have hurt less.
“Don’t,” he says immediately, hands twitching with the desire to hold you, to feel you, to keep you here. “Don’t do that.”
You shrug, gaze fixed somewhere near his collarbone instead of his eyes. “No, you were right. I talk too much. You wanted a chill afternoon and I only cared about myself. I’m sorry.”
His stomach drops.
“Don’t apologise,” he nearly snaps. Then he realises he’s doing a lot more ordering around. He sighs. “You’ve got nothing to apologise for; you didn’t do anything wrong, alright?”
Unconvinced silence hangs. You don’t move closer. You don’t touch him. And that terrifies him more than anything.
“I shouldn’t have said any of that shit,” he says, stepping forward carefully, as though approaching something frightful, something that’ll jolt and flee at any second. “I shouldn’t have used that tone, shouldn’t have spoken to you with no respect. I shouldn’t have ordered you around like you’re one of my recruits. You’re not a marine, not a soldier — you’re my girl, the greatest love I’ll ever have and stupid as I am, I know that much. I was way out of line. I’m sorry, ma.”
You shake your head slightly, frowning, “It’s fine—”
“It’s not fine,” he insists, moving to cradle your cheek. You flinch but you don’t pull away and that means the whole fucking world to him right now.
You finally look up at him then. There’s distance in those beautiful eyes. Hurt. A flicker of insecurity you try to hide but can’t quite manage. And he thinks his knees might give out from under him.
“I really don’t mean to be…annoying,” you admit quietly. “I’d never want to be the thing that makes your day worse. I just didn’t realise you wanted me to be quiet. I should have known the time and place.”
“Fuck that. You’re the only thing that makes my days better,” he says, voice strained, trying to will his truth across, so you’ll know he’d go to the front lines over and over again just to prove it.
Marine!Toji steps closer.
“I’m a dumb fucking bastard. I don’t know how to relax. I don’t know how to turn it off. I get home and I’m still wound tight and instead of dealing with it, I snap at the one person who doesn’t deserve it. Nothing about what happened is a reflection of you. Fuck, you’re perfect, doll. So goddamn perfect.”
When you start shaking your head to deny that, cheeks growing warmer under his calloused hands, he pecks your lips.
“I was bored without you, without your pretty voice,” he admits bitterly, thumb brushing your bottom lip. He pushes the both of you deeper inside the bedroom. “Game wasn’t even good. And all I could think about was how quiet it got when you left, how I miss you holding my arm, giggling about how worked up I get over some stupid sport.”
Nodding a little, you confirm, “You do get too worked up.”
Marine!Toji's lips quirk up at one corner. Unable to resist, he kisses you again. “I don’t ever want you thinking you’re too much,” he says, voice breaking in a way it never does as he utters those words against your lips. “You’re not a pain in my ass; you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. And if you leave because I can’t control my temper, because I act like a child, that’s on me and I’ll never forgive myself, but I won’t stop you. I’ll never hold you back.”
His forehead presses against yours gently.
“But if you’re staying, if you want to give me another chance, then don’t go all quiet on me. Don’t pull away,” he whispers. “Yell at me. Throw something at me. Hit me. Drag me by my ear. Anything. I can take it. I will take it. But don’t pull away. I can’t—” He exhales sharply. “I can’t lose you over my own stupidity. I can’t lose you ever, not any part of you, not even for a minute. I just can’t.”
The thought…
The very thought tightens something inside him, makes it hard to breathe, hard to stand on his own. It’s a thought he has all the time, worrying that you’ll realise you’re too good for him and he’ll have to grieve someone that’s not dead in the suffocating darkness of the night, when he’s away for any length of time, when he can’t check in ‘cause he’s held at gunpoint and you’re all he can think about.
“You really don’t think I talk too much?” you ask, peering up at him with big doe eyes that melts the tension in his shoulders.
Marine!Toji lets out a breath that almost sounds like a laugh. “You talk exactly the right amount, doll.”
He clutches you to him, face buried in the crook of your neck. He inhales deeply, groaning at your scent. It smells like a good day, like no casualties, like home.
“I forgive you,” you murmur into his chest, arms holding him as tightly as he holds you. “Just don’t say things like that again. It doesn’t make me angry at you, it just makes me sad, and angry at myself.”
Pressing a kiss to the top of your head that lingers longer than usual, he vows, “I won’t. I’ll fuck up again in the future, we know it, but I’d rather die than make you feel anything like you felt today.”
And that’s good enough for you.
When he takes you both to the bed, just lying there, limbs intertwined, game forgotten and beer abandoned, you start rambling again — softly, about how dramatic he is and the hundreds of ways he can make it up to you — he doesn’t interrupt once.
satoru loved kissing you, whether it was your lips or your cheeks, shoulders or stomach. he’d press a kiss to the tip of your nose because he thought you were cute, your hand whenever it happened to be close enough.
he just couldn’t resist you, ever. he kisses you right after you wake up and right before you go to sleep. he says he won’t have a good nights sleep if he doesn’t kiss you.
“mmf- toru… stop!” you giggle between his kisses. you had just gotten home from mall with your friends. satoru missed you dearly. and immediately when you walked through the door, he basically pounced on you. taking you in his arms and walking to the bedroom whilst kissing you everywhere.
“not a chance, sweets.” he mumbles against your collarbone. he puts you gently on the bed, kissing you from your cheeks, to your nose, your chin, your jaw. moving down to your neck and shoulders.
he goes lower and lower, while sliding off your dress, you help him, lifting your hips. he reaches your thighs, gently kissing down your knee, to your calf. he takes off your shoes and looks at you.
“i missed you so much, y’know.” he frowns, putting your dress neatly on the bed beside your body. he admires your half naked body and smiles softly.
“come here, baby.” you say softly, your arms wide open for him.
he wastes no time in getting on top of you, and holding you close to him. breathing in your scent from your neck. your arms comfortably settled around him. one hand in his hair, caressing and playing with the soft locks.
“don’t ever go anywhere without me…” he mumbles against your neck, kissing softly.
“my big baby.” you smile and kiss him. he melts instantly, smiles against your lips and kisses harder.
shortly after, you both fall asleep, in each others arms.
a/n: ou shi this is short sorry.. also tysmtysmtysm for 145 followers😭❤️ beyond grateful for u guys
“toji,” you say, trying not to laugh, “you cum a lot.”
“….the fuck did you just say?”
you can’t hold it anymore. you start giggling into his shoulder, “i’m being so serious, every single time it’s so much. last week i had to change the sheets twice, it was everywhere.”
toji stares at you for another second, “you little shit,” he mutters, but he’s grinning now. he grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him. “complainin’ about my load? most girls would be thankin’ me.”
“i am not complaining,” you say, still laughing as you wrap your arms around his neck. “i’m just saying it’s a lot.”
his hands slide under your shirt, warm palms on your bare skin. “yeah? then maybe i should give you even more to talk about.”
he takes your shirt off and tosses it behind the couch. his mouth goes straight to your chest, sucking on your nipple while his hands grab your ass and pull you down against the hard bulge in his sweatpants.
your giggles turn into soft moans now as you rock your hips. his fingers push your shorts and panties to the side, two thick fingers sliding into you without warning.
“fuck—! baby mhmm shou—warn me first..”
“ooh my bad,” he says against your skin, “gotta bit excited.”
you ride his hand until you cum hard, clenching around his fingers as you scream his name nonstop. when he finally pulls his hand away he licks his fingers clean, eyes never leaving yours. “why’re you so yummy?”
you’re still catching your breath when he shoves his sweatpants down enough to free his cock.
“c’mere.”
you sink down on him slowly, both of you groaning as he stretches you open. toji is thick and big like that, and the fullness he gives you never disappoints. you start moving and rolling your hips, taking him deeper each time.
“honey jus— r-ride it yeahh.”
you lean in close and whisper, “you gonna cum a bunch again? gonna make a mess?”
he laughs, he likes when you talk dirty to him. “keep talking like that and i’ll make sure it’s dripping down your thighs for days.”
the pace gets faster, your skin slapping with his, your moans mixing with his grunts. he fucks up into you harder, hitting that spot he knows so well.
“yeah? you like that?” he reaches between you and rubs your clit again. “cum on my cock. lemme feel it.”
you cum again, crying out as your walls squeeze him tight. toji curses under his breath and follows right after pumping you full.
and yeah…. he really does cum a lot.
you can feel it right away, it’s hot and thick, spilling deep inside you. so much so that it starts leaking out around his cock almost immediately, running down his balls and onto the couch.
you stay sitting on him, both of you breathing hard. after a few seconds you start giggling again, forehead pressed to his shoulder.
“told you,” you mumble. “it’s actually ridiculous.”
toji chuckles, arms wrapping around you to keep you right there on his cock. “brat, round two’s coming and i’m not holding back this time.”
“wha—you were holding back?!”
he smacks your ass hard enough to make you yelp, then kisses you deep and dirty ~ “honey, you talk a lot.”
ʚɞ ⁺ ˖ ⸝⸝ . why must you bare your fangs at him? He just wants you to accept him properly . . . you’re quite lucky he likes it.
Sukuna had a weird way with words. Like seriously.
Maybe if he didn’t stare at you so intensely or give you not-so-ordinary gifts, would you look at him properly—but my goodness.
What’s up with this man? Or beast should I say . . .
At your feet lay his latest offering: a beautifully carved jade hairpin, something seemingly sharpened to needle-like points capable of channeling cursed energy.
The previous owner’s faint aura still clung to it—a rival clan’s prized heirloom, no doubt taken by force.
Or just sheer power difference, either way, it was in his hands now.
A small silk pouch beside it held what looked suspiciously like dried cursed flesh, preserved as some macabre delicacy.
“Wear it,” Sukuna commanded, lips curling into a cocky smirk. “Or eat it. Either way, you’ll carry a piece of my conquest with you. Most would beg for such favor.”
You looked at the offerings with a cocked brow, slightly taken aback by the forwardness he brought to your temple steps.
With crossed arms, you planted your feet firmly on the floor despite the way your pulse was beating quite hard. Your face was already betraying you with that familiar warmth—but you weren’t about to roll over like some common court lady.
“Ryomen…pardon me, but I refuse,” you said with a calm smile, tilting your chin up to meet all four of those eyes head-on.
Some might call you stubborn, or even foolish, for daring to reject such gifts from a god, someone capable of doing anything to his liking.
But you just cannot accept this behavior—not if you want him where you need him.
“I’m not a common lady who falls over anything thrown in her direction. I appreciate it, but…I certainly won’t accept whatever…that is.” You nudged the silk pouch with the toe of your sandal, wrinkling your nose.
“It smells like death, and it’s wilting my plants by its presence alone. Take it back.”
He let out a mocking laugh that vibrated through the wooden beams overhead, leaning forward on his massive frame until his face was far too close.
That stare—and god those eyes—pinned you in place, intense and never unyielding, like he was picking apart every penny of defiance in your expression. “You dare refuse a king’s gift, little fox? Most women would carve out their own hearts for a scrap of my attention.”
You huffed, swatting lightly at the clawed hand that reached for your chin. It was a soft swat, more of a playful push than real rejection, but it made your point.
“And most kings don’t need to bribe people with stolen trinkets and… preserved meat? to get my praise. If you want me to look at you properly, try something subtle for once. Like… I don’t know, a poem that doesn’t involve carving people or burning villages.”
Sukuna’s attitude didn’t fade.
If anything, he frowned, but there was a glint in his eyes—amused, maybe fond in the most odd way.
He butted heads with you like this every time he planted himself on your territory, growling and posturing, yet… he always yielded just enough.
Never fully, of course, as that wasn’t his nature. But here he was, retracting the pouch with one of his lower arms and setting it aside instead of forcing it down your throat like he secretly wishes he could.
“Subtle, you say…” he echoed, tasting the word like it was foreign and mildly insulting. “You test my patience, woman. Fine. No flesh, I suppose.”
He plucked the jade hairpin from the floor with surprising delicacy for such large hands, twirling it between his fingers before holding it out again. “But wear this. It suits your being. Refuse, and I’ll simply pin it in myself—while you squirm and complain the whole time.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, stubborn to the core, but the way he said it, sounding so sure of it, made something you couldn't put a stamp on flutter in your chest despite yourself. He was able to behave. Sort of. In his own way.
The beast actually compromised, even if it came wrapped in that cocky arrogance he liked to carry around all day.
“Oh, well…only because you asked so sweetly, how could I refuse?” you muttered sarcastically, tapping your chin, taking the hairpin, and sliding it into your hair with a careful slowness, making sure he watched every second.
Your fingers brushed the sharpened points, feeling the faint pings of cursed energy. It was beautiful, having its fair share of danger if not careful. Just like you. “There. Are you satisfied now? Or do you have another ‘offering’ lined up to make me question your loyalty?”
Sukuna’s eyes darkened with satisfaction, one of his lower arms coming up to brush a stray lock of your hair behind your ear—careful, almost reverent, even as his voice stayed rough and commanding as ever.
“You look at me now, don’t you? Defiant woman. Good. I enjoy these fangs you bare … almost as much as I’ll enjoy breaking you out of them,” He paused, then added with a head tilt to the side, “Or perhaps I won’t. Your stubbornness entertains me more than any conquest.”
You rolled your eyes, fighting the smile tugging at your lips.
Seriously…What was up with this man? Or beast. Whatever he was, he had you butting heads right back every time… and somehow, you didn’t entirely mind.
a/n - I was actually kicking my feet writing this he’s so yummyrnjccknsks
olderbf!toji makes you squirt for the first time ♡
toji has you right where he wants you — pinned beneath him, cunt fluttering around his thick cock as he snaps his hips against yours, one of his large hands firm on your hip to keep you from squirming.
because with what he’s about to do, he knows you’ll try to run.
your older boyfriend has had you on the edge of squirting countless times — not that you knew that. every time you get close, you run from the feeling, squirming away from him nervously. the feeling was so familiar, yet so foreign. you just couldn’t allow yourself to let go.
toji won’t allow that tonight. if there’s one thing he desperately wants, it’s to see his pretty girlfriend squirting all over his dick, to watch you make a mess.
“aahhhnnn! — toji! — feels s’good,” you babble, both of your legs draped over his broad shoulders, cock buried deep inside of you as he hits every sensitive spot. spots only he could reach.
toji leans in, almost pressing his chest to yours, folding you into a filthy mating press — cock angled upwards to hit your g-spot with devastating skill. “that’s my girl, doin’ so good." he knew he had to praise you, relax you, convince you not to run.
then, the familiar pressure builds, legs beginning to shake as you draw closer to the edge. "baby, wait — mnghh — feels weird," you whine, pushing his chest with your palm, yet he doesn’t budge. not even an inch.
"don’t run from it, just trust me, atta girl,” he rasps, balls slapping against your skin, fucking you with fast, shallow thrusts. "y’can do it, doll."
you furrow your brows, desperately trying to fight the feeling. "toji, i’m serious! mnnn — feels like i’m gonna pee, please j-just — ahhh!" you whimper.
he takes both of your wrists in one of his large hands, pinning them above your head. “you ain’t gonna piss, — hah — just let it happen, baby,” he encourages, a knowing grin on his face.
his other hand snakes between your bodies, down to your clit, rubbing it side to side. your eyes widen as you feel it, that final push, that weird sensation that you desperately want to run from. but you don’t. it happens too fast, too soon.
a gush of clear fluid spurts out of you, spraying toji’s abs, his dick, and especially the sheets below you. your cheeks burn as you moan his name shamelessly, legs shaking on his shoulders. "that’s it, baby — shit — make a mess."
toji was almost possessed by the sight, pounding you faster, harder, determined to draw out every drop, to fuck you through every pulse. "o-oh my god, toji!" you pant, pressing your forehead to his, trembling from overstimulation.
he slows his pace just a little, leaning back to admire the mess you’d made, abs glistening with fluid and sweat. it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
"got no idea how fuckin’ hot that is," he pants lightly, removing his hand from between your legs, using it to rub your thigh soothingly instead.
"gonna do it again f’me, yeah?" he rasps, beginning to thrust into you again — mean, deep, hard.
you knew the entire bed would be drenched before he’s finished with you.
a/n; thank you for 4.2k MWAH 🖤 (sorry this one’s a little short i wrote it on my break)
୨୧ — The soft splashing of water and gentle scrapes of your nails against his scalp made Sukuna's eyes grow heavy, lashes falling shut as you worked behind him. Your presence was… soothing, he admitted privately in his head- a word he’d never associated with anything before you.
"You’re quiet tonight," you murmur, your breath warm against his ear. The gentle curve of your stomach presses against his back, and he could feel his unborn child’s curse energy- what little he could feel promised that the brat was going to be strong.
He didn’t answer immediately, too lost in the feeling of your fingers threading through his hair. The king of curses, feared across lands, reduced to this- nearly purring under a pregnant woman’s gentle ministrations. The thought should have enraged him. Instead, he found himself leaning further back, his massive frame carefully controlled to avoid crushing you and that belly of yours.
Truth is, Sukuna couldn’t find the words to explain how your simple touch was undoing centuries of telling himself he couldn’t feel anything. How the sound of your humming as you focused on him made something in his chest constrict painfully… and how your swollen belly against his back filled him with a terrifying kind of joy and pride.
"Does it feel good at least?" You asked softly, working through a particularly stubborn tangle. The mouth on his stomach merely sighed in contentment.
"Mm," was all he could manage as he felt your smile against his shoulder, your lips brushing his skin in a whisper of a kiss.
Water droplets caught in his lashes as he opened his eyes partially, watching your shadow play across the room. Your fingers traced one of the black markings that adorned his body, and he tch’d at the fact he had to suppress a shudder.
"Sukuna..., tell me what troubles you, I can practically hear you thinking," your voice was barely above a whisper this time, your hands stilling on him, and for a moment, only the sound of dripping water filled the silence.
His multiple hands clenched into fists, "You're making me weak," he accused, "ruining me," he muttered.
Your hands moved to his shoulder, working a knot he hadn’t even realized was there, "m’not," you smiled, "I'm loving you. There's a difference."
Love... that dreaded word, and of course his child chose that moment to kick against your belly, as if agreeing with you. The little shit wasn’t even born yet and it was already picking sides.
"I should have killed you, spread your legs open and fucked your corpse," Sukuna sneered.
Sukuna could feel it, how that innocent smile of yours seared against his spine, followed by the melodious sound of laughter escaping your lips. Before you could think, the world shifted and you found yourself beneath his towering form, the waters surface fracturing into a thousand ripples around your bodies. His massive hand tapped your wrists above your head, another gripped your hip while the remaining two pressed where you womb was- where his child flourished, his hands trembling ever so slightly with the effort of gentle restraint.
He stared down at you, the water dripping from his hair leaving tracks along your face and neck, almost like blood from a fresh kill, but your eyes held no fear - only understanding. The mouth on his stomach hung open breathing heavily, "What have you done to me? I want to tear your heart out and rip your head off, but I also can't bear the thought of losing you, or that brat."
Slipping your arms around his neck, you smiled up at him, "Nothing you haven’t allowed."
"Watch your tongue, little lamb." The threat was hollow, and you both knew it. The kiss that followed was ever so desperate, sloppy and violent in its tenderness, but damn did it taste like the sweetest sin… Your response back- how you kissed him in return, your spit mingling with his, a soft moan on your tongue… It was better than any scream of terror he’d ever drawn from human lips. And he knew from that alone, you’d been right.
How to apologise to your wife in 3 easy steps, a guide by Toji Fushiguro!
Is your wife upset with you? Is she giving you the old silent treatment and making you sleep on the couch? Well, you're in luck! Toji Fushiguro is here to help you fellas out with his easy three-step guide on how to apologise to your wife.
Step 1 — Poke and prod until you find the reason. (May backfire)
You had been giving Toji the cold shoulder since last night and frankly, he was getting tired of it. You turned away every time he came within two feet of you and pushed him away when he tried to trap you in a bear hug. Toji had had enough.
He decided to make his move when you least expected it, creeping up on you as you scrolled on your phone in the living room. “Come on, doll, haven't you had enough of sleeping alone? Don't you miss a pair of big, strong arms holding you close?” His scar stretched across his mouth as he grinned, plopping himself down beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder before you could wiggle away.
You scoffed, eyes never leaving your phone, “No actually, it's nice when im not being squished between your man boobs.” Toji’s face contorted into one of utter betrayal, “I thought you liked them…”
Silence engulfed the room as you continued to scroll on your phone while Toji fumbled for what to say next. He wracked his brain for what to say to get you to admit why you were upset with him.
Was he snoring too loudly? Did he spend too much on lottery tickets again? Maybe he stayed out too late with Shiu again?
“What's going on with you, huh? What did I do wrong this time?” He squeezed your shoulder, eyes fixated on yours which still refused to meet his, “You know what you did, Toji. Don't play dumb with me,” You turned to face him, a pout evident on your lips.
Toji’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what on earth did he do this time?
“Just tell me so we can get this over with,” he said with an exasperated sigh. “No Toji! Figure it out yourself you bum. Do I have to spell everything out for you?”
Step 2 — Spend your last ¥1,100 on a somewhat nice bouquet of flowers.
Toji sighed to himself as he dug through his beat-up wallet, the piece of crap might as well have moths flying out every time he opened it.
His eyes scanned the numerous floral arrangements, each a combination of different colours, some pale and some so vibrant they hurt his eyes. The shop smelled sickeningly like pollen, his nose tickled with every inhale. “Ah shit — why is it all so expensive? Who’s buying roses for ¥5,000?” He kissed his teeth, searching for an affordable bouquet to bring home to you.
Finally, his eyes landed on a small bouquet, two tulips of your favourite colour surrounded by baby's breath. “Hmph, just in my budget.”
The door slammed shut with a bang! Toji’s booming voice followed, “I have a surprise for you, doll.”
He appeared in the doorway of the living room, flowers in hand — granted they were slightly beaten up by the wind on the walk home and from how hard he was gripping them. Your eyes stayed glued to the TV, face remaining unbothered. “Oh come on, just look at what I bought for you.”
He strode over, shoving the bouquet into your face and blocking your view of the TV screen. “Toji! Go away you oaf,” you shoved at his chest with your foot, turning away from him with a pout, but he didn't miss the way your frown faltered as you eyed the flowers. “I got them for you, don't you want to see them?”
You huffed, snatching the flowers from him and examining them. Toji wore a proud smirk, finally thinking he had won back your affection. “¥1,100? Seriously? Am I not worth more than pocket change?”
Ah shit, he forgot to remove the price tag.
Step 3 — If all else fails, admit defeat.
Toji Fushiguro was a man of many talents, however, apologising was not one of them. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
All other attempts at gaining forgiveness without actually apologising for something he didn't even remember led to dead ends, so now Toji’s only option was to verbally apologise. Now if this isn't your strong suit — similar to Toji — you may want to prepare and practice beforehand.
Something that Toji did not do.
“Look, I don't know what's gotten into you or er — what I could've possibly done but can you just please forgive me already?” You sat on the other end of the kitchen table, stone-faced as ever. “You can't apologise for something you don't know about, it's not an apology.” Toji groaned, calloused fingers coming to rub at the bridge of his nose. “Just tell me what I did, dammit!”
You scowled at him in return, slamming your hands on the table, “You ate the last mochi! That's what. I was saving those, Fushiguro! We both know it!” As if a lightbulb suddenly went off in his head Toji’s expression morphed into a softer one, “Ah — I did, didn't I?”
You got up from the table but Toji grabbed your wrist, “Look, I’m sorry, I didn't know it was a big deal. I shouldn't have eaten your food without asking.” you looked him in the eye for what felt like the first time in weeks — although it had really only been one day — and for once your husband seemed to be showing genuine remorse.
Your scowl faltered, lips twitching up into a smile, “Now I feel bad for making a big deal, you've got those cute puppy dog eyes.” He chuckled, standing up to pull you into a hug, “What can I say? It's my speciality.”
You rolled your eyes, melting into his embrace.
He knew you were never really mad at him, he noticed how the flowers had been put into your favourite vase.
Maybe he'll buy you more mochi just to eat it and watch you pout again.
when he walks, it demands attention. every step filling up the sound, the area, the density around you so you know that he’s coming.
it’s even in the slight shake of the little trinkets adorning your coffee table as he drops in the couch, his heavy arms on either side of the long couch back.
or how small everything looked in his hands, how loud it was when he set something down even if it was meant to be light.
how harsh a slap to your ass felt every time you walked past him.
or when his big hands engulfed your waist no matter what you did.
how his body covered yours if you were even washing the dishes, grabbing your keys, beneath, over, under him and even in the shower.
even his fucking shadow dominated yours.
he was just big. and you loved it.
you loved every aspect of it, when he would be fucking so deep, the low drag of his dick pulling out from inside you till just his tip remained and he slammed back inside of you.
it was mesmerizing how heavy he was everywhere. how he didn’t need to do much barely lifting a finger or flexing a muscle to move you in any position he wanted.
but it was perfect watching him in missionary his long, bulky figure sweaty above you, his arms anchored at the sides of your head.
steady for him and a reminder for you of how fucking strong he was. how he could hold you in a armlock and fuck you how he wanted.
or he could bend you over anywhere, anyhow and take you cause you were his.
you’d imagine that’s your favorite position anything that demonstrated his otherworldly strength. the slight cut off of your airflow turning your moans get lighter and breathy while he fucked you on his lap.
or maybe a full nelson, feeling the stretch of your legs as sukuna forced you past what you thought your limit was, feeling the burn as he huffed only focusing on cumming and not the desperate squirm of your body with the new found angle.
but no.
your favorite position was missionary, missionary since you can wrap your legs around the sturdy expanse of his waist as he pressed back inside of you.
your arms could wrap, and scratch around his back and pull his large frame over to give you another kiss.
but your favorite part was when you’d press your hand firmly in the middle of his large back, catching him off guard and pressing all 280 pounds of muscle in top of you until you felt your chest constrict.
some might assume you’re a masochist, torturing yourself like this, feeling your body fight underneath your boyfriends as you chased your orgasm.
or maybe feeling the dark tingle in your lower abdomen as he nipped at your neck, eyes slightly wider than usual watching you heave below him but not wanting to stop.
and how hard it was you came when he finally accepted his fate and lessened the weight in his arms to lie fully on you, hearing the breathless gasp escape out your mouth while you scratch and cum helplessly under him.
but even regular life wasn’t much better.
sukuna could chalk it up to a kink, a sick desire you had or a underlying urge to be close to him.
but he couldn’t understand this.
on the train you’d always push to get on the crowded one, even with another a few minutes begin.
insisting that you stood at the door and he covered you, and every single time without fail he crushes you.
his hard body swinging from the influx of people or the harsh curve of the train, pressing you further and further to the door. and it’s not like you would move away, or that you could.
but he would observe your gleaming eyes, the tight hold you’d have on his dress shirt and the bite of your lips as you finally took a deep shaky breath when he would finally get to back an inch away.
though he was also concerned when it was time to sleep.
“c’monnnn kuna” you’d whine spread like a starfish out on your bed while he you watched your shirtless boyfriend at the end of the bed.
whose arms were folded, his eyebrows scrunched as he watched you almost scared.
“this is concerning even for you.”
“please baby, i’m always on top of you anyways.”
“no.”
“no?”
“no.”
yet and still he found himself, not even ten minutes later, laid out on top of you his heavy chest crushing yours again as you hummed underneath him pleased.
“there is no way you’re comfortable under there”, his muffled voice answered as you basically purred, rubbing his back.
“very.”
“and no way you can breathe.”
“gotten used to it.”
you’re unreal. but still he couldn’t be too bothered watching your light breathes when he turned with his bed head and see the small smile splayed out in your face.
and you?
this wouldn’t the last time you’d want sukuna’s full weight.
husband!toji taking care of you after you give birth ♡
you finally understood the importance of the type of man you marry.
your whole body was weak, aching, and sore all over after giving birth. for the first couple days afterwards, you were pretty much bedridden at the hospital. but through every agonising hour, toji was by your side, refusing to leave, glued to an uncomfortable chair beside you.
after day two, you finally regained some energy and movement. the nurses suggested you try to walk and take a shower, get your body back into commission. toji refused to let anyone else help you, practically shooing the nurses away as he helps you out of bed, one strong arm around your waist as he walks you to the bathroom.
you limp a little, wincing still at the lingering pain between your legs. "can’t you just carry me like you usually do when i’m tired?" you whine, holding onto toji for dear life as you pad closer to the bathroom. "y’can do it, baby. few more steps, atta girl," he encourages, supporting you effortlessly with those strong arms.
honestly, you were dying for a hot shower. and to get out of the bulky pads you’re wearing to stop you from pissing yourself.
toji flicks the shower on, then turns back to you, carefully unfastening your maternity gown and letting it pool at your feet. he smiles gently at your still swollen belly, covered in stretch marks, rubbing it with two hands and feeling how empty and soft it was now. "gonna miss this bump."
you place your hands on his shoulders as he helps you out of your underwear, discarding the used pad with his bare hands like it wasn’t covered in all types of bodily fluid.
without an ounce of judgement, he sits you down on the toilet, holding your hand as you relieve yourself, gritting your teeth through the burning sensation. once you finish, you hold onto one of his arms as he wipes you gently, careful not to cause you any discomfort. “still sore?" he asks, leaning in to kiss your forehead.
you nod slowly, letting toji walk you to the shower, the warm droplets beginning to cascade down your skin. you look at him expectedly as the steam begins to fill the small bathroom. "yeah, i’m comin" he says, taking his own clothes off to join you.
your husband steps in with you, pressing his chest to your back, hands steady on your hips as he presses soft kisses to your neck. you sigh in relief, finally able to take a second to breathe after all the chaos.
toji takes the soap from your bag nearby, lathering you in it, then takes a soft sponge and washes you. he’s extra careful, hands unhurried as he cleans you, praising you with that low, gravelly voice. "been so strong these last few days, mama.”
he moves on to your hair, washing and conditioning it thoroughly, doing everything in his power to help you feel refreshed again. once he’s done, he holds you close once more, hands on your soft belly, chin resting on your shoulder.
it was pure bliss — serenity. you both stayed there for a while, enjoying every quiet moment you can get whilst the nurses took your baby for its checkup.
when you exit the shower, he’s already grabbing you a soft robe, helping you into it and grabbing you a fresh pad and pair of underwear. "hold onto me, there ya’ go," he says, slipping your underwear on, up to your knees and sitting you on the lid of the toilet.
he hadn’t even bothered to dry himself off yet, or grab a towel; you were his priority. always.
toji crouches in front of you, sticking your large pad to your underwear. you watch him with a smile, so careful, so focused. he then layers the pad with soothing compresses before helping you back onto your feet, pulling your underwear up and fastening your robe.
"feel ok?" he asks, tucking a stray, damp strand of hair behind your ear.
you smile and nod, too exhausted to dry or brush your hair. you limp back towards your bed, toji follows close behind you in case you fell — quickly grabbing a towel beforehand. he helps you back into bed, pulling the blanket back over you.
"need anythin’ else, baby?" he asks, perching on the end of your bed, hand over your thigh.
"a kiss before i nap for like another ten hours?" you smile, closing your eyes. without having to be asked twice, he leans over, kissing you softly — once on your cheek, once on your lips. "love you," he murmurs."
"mm, love you too."
the room grows silent as you settle in, resting your mind and body. he stays sat with you, rubbing your thigh, still shirtless and dripping wet.
"you better put a shirt on before the nurses come back," you mumble. "on it," he responds with a low chuckle, heading back towards the bathroom.
"ryo. can't sleep," you whisper into your boyfriend's ear whose eyes are shut close under the comfort of your duvet. he was serious when he texted about coming over at this late hour just to sleep in your bed. been complaining about having trouble falling asleep lately too. along with his endless admissions how he sleeps better in your bed.
you on the other hand didn't expect his arrival at all. you've taken a short nap hours ago, woke up, took a shower, chugged half can of energy drink, and set up your study materials for an all-nighter for the upcoming exams.
so you really shouldn't bother him like this. when he arrived, he simply understood your plan for the rest of the night and promised he won't bother your studying session. he pecked your forehead and marched straight into you bedroom without another word.
not even an hour later, you saw how comfortable and cuddly and warm he looks on your bed, sleeping. effortlessly inviting you to come back to bed, how perfect would it be to slip under the covers and worm your way home against his chest. to make matters worse, resisting the imagination of his arms winding around your person was never your strongest trait.
he hums, stirred awake by your voice. he blindly reaches for your arm out of habit. "weren't you going to stay up?" he asks sleepily, the bed dips under his weight as he scoots over to make space.
"yeah but then you came and it's almost rude how comfy you look sleeping without me."
his arms around you tighten a fraction as he places a chaste kiss under your jaw, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as his breathing slows down again. "so sleep. we can study together at the library after class tomorrow."
you can do that. even if your brain is still wide awake from that one can you drink, you know a trick that can shut off your mind effectively. which is exactly what sukuna's doing right now, embracing you closely. corded arms around your torso. the warmth radiating off his body works like a lullaby every time.
"kinda unable to sleep right now though.."
"yeah no shit you drank a can." his palm moves in a circle across your spine. he's not opposed to you wanting to fall asleep with him.
in fact, he welcomes and prefers it because having you close all night always makes his sleep feel like a spiritual reset. "jus' close your eyes," he instructs. his own already sealed too. "count all the sheep in ya head."
you sigh and allow yourself to relax with images of sheep jumping over a fence in your head. with sukuna continuing rubbing your back.
10 sheep, 11 sheep, 12 sheep.. sukuna's sheep.. this is actually effective.
he observes the way your breath slows down, completely lax against him now, your eyelids drooping as seconds pass.
"how many sheep?"
you don't answer. well that was quick he thinks.
sukuna himself is one wink away from sleeping. he stops his movement altogether and lets darkness consume his sleep again, this time much better with you at his side.
janainaart
turnnoffyourmind
jbbartram-illu
andulkaphoto
tangentwithtanner
kaledo-art
discoholicmusic
