forget about walking around the house in just his shirt and a thong…
toji goes fucking feral when he sees you’ve stolen his boxers. especially with the way the snug material is hugging the shape of your ass he so desperately just wants to grab a handful of.
toji startles you when suddenly, sneaking up behind your frame, he grabs the globes of your ass, a distracted you hovering over the kitchen stove.
“toji!” you squeak, surprised you hadn’t heard your hunk of a boyfriend walking up to you.
“what’s the occasion for looking so damn perfect?” he asks, a tiny smirk plastered on his face.
“i’m literally wearing your boxers and some old t-shirt, what the hell are you on?”
“you’re a temptress..” he mumbles like he’s just silently observing you, shoving his face in the crook of your neck and eliciting his warmth as his hands wander around your body.
“and you’re a pervert.” you retort, but your insult is pretty ironic, considering how hot his touch is getting you and how flushed your cheeks are at his antics.
so don’t be surprised when you notice your shorts slowly starting to disappear from your wardrobe <3
