due to your growing pregnancy, you can’t comfortably reach to shave your bush, so you ask toji fushiguro to do it for you! — 620 words, fluff, reader is pregnant, toji is the definition of a real man.
"C'mon, open your legs."
Having suddenly grown self-conscious, you stilled quietly. Toji weakly slapped the side of your thigh, hurrying you to give him access.
"What, you don't wanna do this anymore?" The man grumbled, seemingly unimpressed as his arms folded over his chest, a trimmer sitting idly in his grip. "You were beggin' me to five minutes ago, no?"
"Yeah, but I'm—”
"Don't tell me you're embarrassed," he groaned, reaching to try to pry your knees open once more. Immediately, you tensed harder.
"But I can't see down there, I don't what state it's in!" You whined, hands grasping at his wrists. Ever since your bump had started to protrude outwards, you've been unable to maintain the upkeep of your thriving pubic hair—the rapidly adding weight of your stomach making it impossible to bend forward completely.
"Shut up. I've seen it a hundred times, hairy, spiky and bald."
"I haven't shaved for ages." Feeling sheepish, your gaze drifted elsewhere to the walls of the bathroom, whilst a subtle frown curved your brows.
"Hey," Toji muttered, now tenderly stroking your skin with a calloused hand—hoping to bring some sort of reassurance, even though he's never been good at comfort. "So what? You think a real man would care ‘bout that?"
You shook your head, eyes flitting back to his blank face.
"Right, so open."
Reluctantly peeling your leg from the other, you relaxed your side into the plush cushions he'd arranged earlier. Without a fuss, he gently took hold of your ankle mid-air, pecking a small kiss to the sensitive skin before shuffling closer to hook it over his shoulder. Toji didn't look away, his dark eyes fixing onto yours as if daring you to retreat.
"Stay still," he chided softly with a faint smirk, a rare glint of amusement in his gaze, "unless you want an uneven cut."
"Don't make me kick you."
With one hand anchored to your inner thigh, his other hand carefully guided the trimmer through the coarse hairs—the low buzz of the little machine loud in the small bathroom.
Mindlessly looking up at him, your eyes caught the slight furrow of his brow. His smug expression had completely gone. You observed closer, discerning a heavy, almost sombre look in his verdant eyes as he watched the hair fall off.
"Toji?" you murmured, adjusting your position. "What's with the face?"
The man paused for a fraction of a second, his knuckles resting warm against your inner thigh. Letting out a low, defeated sigh, he grunted, "Nothin’." He continued to glide the jittering blade above your tender skin, uttering something incoherently under his breath.
"Hm? Did you say something?"
"No, I didn't."
He swept away the stray hairs with the back of his hand—his touch lingering against your skin for a moment longer than necessary. The hum of the trimmer died down as he switched it off, the sudden quiet between you feeling incredibly intimate.
Toji leaned back just enough to inspect his handiwork, tilting his head with a critical, appreciative hum. "Not a single scratch," he said. After giving your ankle a gentle squeeze, he slowly set your thigh back down. Looking down at you from his spot between your legs, the man leaned forwards, bracing his hands either side of your pregnant body.
"Seriously, never ask me to mess with it again. I liked it exactly how it was." He steadily held your gaze for a beat, before closing the remaining distance between you two. Without a word, he rested the heavy, solid warmth of a large hand snuggly against the underside of your rounded belly. Toji stayed there for a quiet moment.
"You're carryin’ my kid, our kid,” he muttered, his roughened thumb tracing a slow line over your skin. “Stop worryin’ ‘bout how you look. You're beautiful to me anyway."
‧₊ ˚⊹ husband!higuruma wants you to ride his face after work 18+
you don’t even need to tell hiromi what you want (need) after a long day at work. all you have to do is shut the door a little harder than usual, kick your shoes off with a little more force, and he’s already in front of you, hands running up and down your back. your hands slip around his neck as you pull him closer to you, resting your head on his chest.
you know he’s had a tough day at work, as he always does. his tie is loose around his neck, top buttons of his white shirt undone. the two of you stand there in silence, letting the comfort of finally being at home in each other’s arms envelop you.
he doesn't need to ask you how your day was. you don't need to ask him. the both of you know it all too well; the stress, the fatigue, the sleepless nights. it’s even rare for you to be at home at the same time at an adequate hour in the evenings. so, the fact that you’re finally alone with him before midnight on a weekday is making you unreasonably horny. you can smell his aftershave from the morning lingering on his skin, feel the warmth of his calloused palms as they caress your bare arms.
it’s been days—no, weeks—since the two of you have had sex. but you don't want to burden him, to ask him to pick you up and take care of you in the ways you so desperately crave. so, the two of you trudge to your shared bedroom to get changed out of your stifling work clothes.
higuruma watches you as you slide your trousers off, arms folded across his chest, the muscles in his forearms drawn taut. as you begin to unbutton your shirt, you feel his firm chest brush up against your back, hands slipping the fabric off of your body and snaking around your bare waist, pulling you close. he dips his head down, peppering loving kisses across your shoulders, trailing upwards to your neck. as he nips at your skin and his hands roam over your stomach, lightly massaging your breasts, you can't help but sigh. it’s laced with need and longing, and your husband knows this.
“hiromi,” your breath catches. just the raw, skin-to-skin contact is making arousal pool in your underwear, thighs squeezing together on instinct.
“let me eat you out,” he whispers, breath fanning against your ear and making your stomach flutter. “please.”
“but you must be so tired, baby. don’t worry about me, you should rest,” you tell him, though your body gives away your desires, automatically leaning into his touch. “you’ve had a long day.”
“so have you,” he mumbles into your skin. “let me take care of you.”
every nerve in your body is screaming at you to just take his offer and indulge yourself for one night.
your husband turns you to face him. he leans in closer. now, you can smell the faint scent of his cologne mingling with sweat on his skin. it’s musky and heavy and so so him. his eyes flick down to your lips and he presses his against yours. the kiss is tender and full of all the love you hold for one another but never have the time to say. his taste is familiar; reminds you of home.
as he tangles his tongue with yours, he starts to gently push you towards the bed behind you. he breaks the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to yours, and rests his hands on your shoulders. you sit on the edge of the bed and shuffle backwards, leaning against the mess of pillows at the head of the mattress, elbows planted by your sides.
you clench together to try and provide some semblance of friction between your legs, where your clit is aching with need. slowly, higuruma crawls towards you. he parts your legs and you let yourself get lost in the warmth of his touch, his rough hands running across the burning hot skin of your inner thighs. a soft exhale escapes his lips when his gaze falls upon the damp spot that has begun to spread across your cotton underwear. you suddenly feel exposed, sitting here in nothing but your bra and panties, whilst he’s fully dressed and looking up at you with glassy, pleading eyes.
he leans his head against the inside of your plush flesh, and you extend a hand to cup his face. the ebony haired man in front of you nuzzles into your palm as you stroke your thumb across his cheek. hiromi begins to kiss the inside of your hand, sending chills scampering down your spine, and never once breaking eye contact with you.
“please,” he pulls away slightly and his voice cracks with hunger. “let me make you feel good. you deserve it.”
higuruma shifts his body to be face to face with your clothed, yet still drenched, pussy.
“i don’t want to burden you, hiromi—”
you’re cut off by him pressing his nose into the fabric and inhaling deeply. “you’re never a burden,” he kisses your core. “i can relieve your stress for you. i want to help you out.” his worship of your body as if it were a temple makes butterflies swarm within you.
you nod lightly, any sense of resolve dissipating in an instant. “okay.”
hiromi wastes no time in peeling the sticky fabric away from you, tossing them to the ground and revealing your drooling cunt. it’s almost embarrassing, the way you're already dripping so much for him, slick oozing out of your hole after all he’s done is talk to you sweetly.
your husband swallows thickly. “sit on my face,” his voice drops down an octave and your stomach lurches.
obediently, you follow his command. whilst he rolls over on to his back, you position yourself over him, straddling his face. it’s obscene how soaked you are—you think you can literally feel a drop of wetness drip down your inner leg—from the way your husband is gazing up at you right now. his eyes are half-lidded, jaw slightly agape as he breathes heavily, eager to taste you. who would have thought that a few weeks of abstinence would leave you so desperate to be touched?
“sit.” hiromi’s voice is husky and deep and he wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling you down on to his face.
you can feel his breath flutter against your heat as you sink down on him. he presses a gentle kiss against you, then kitten licks at your clit, and your body tenses up in anticipation. instinctively, your hips buck down to chase his mouth.
higuruma laughs, low and sultry. the vibrations reverberate throughout your body and make you shudder.
“so eager.”
before you have time to scold him, he licks a strip up from your candied entrance to your throbbing clit, tongue flat against your folds. a strangled cry escapes your throat, the noise guttural and raw. it’s been so long since you’d had time alone with him, even the most mundane of acts feels almost overstimulating.
hiromi’s eyes flutter closed as he moans into you, lapping up your juices like a man starved.
“mmh,” he groans. “missed your taste.”
his words fly straight to your pussy; your hole quivers around nothing. your hands find the headboard in front of you and, when he glides between your folds, you grip it so tightly your knuckles start to turn white. his warm, wet tongue traces patterns into your clit, and the bliss is so overwhelming that you can’t help but whiiiine his name out. he’s slurping and gulping all of you and the sounds coming from the two of you are nothing if not filthy.
and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he plunges his tongue into you. in this position, his nose is pressing up against your clit, providing a mind-numbing pleasure that ripples over your body in electrifying waves.
“fuuuuck, hiromi,” you mewl. “feels so—hah—good.”
you’re grinding down into his face now, velvety walls clenching around him with every push of his nose against you. his hands guide your hips as you fuck his mouth, legs trembling above him.
“keep going, baby,” he grunts. “use me.”
higuruma pumps his tongue in and out, curling it inside, nose relentlessly rubbing up and down your clit as he moves his head to match the pace of your hips. your mouth hangs open in pure ecstasy. helpless pleas tumble from your lips as he coaxes an orgasm out of you.
“h-hiromi, ngh, so close,” you whimper.
any other day, he would have taken the time to edge you until your brain turned to mush. today, however, he takes pity on his poor, overworked wife, and decides to let you take what you need from him.
“you’ve worked so hard, baby,” he rasps, letting up his ministrations temporarily to praise you. “you deserve to cum, right?”
“mhm,” your eyes are screwed shut in complete ecstasy as you thrust onto his face oh-so-desperately. “s-so close, i can’t hold out—”
your dewy slick is coating his nose, leaking down the sides of his mouth and his chin and higuruma is utterly drunk on your smell, your taste, on you. you fervently rock your hips, chasing your high with nothing in your brain other than hiromi, hiromi, hiromi.
he withdraws his tongue from inside of you and drives it against your sticky silk, incessantly swirling around your clit. then he sucks, and you gush on his mouth.
“shit—fuck—hiromi, ‘m cumming—”
your thighs clamp around his head, hard, and you cry out. the pleasure overtakes your body in full force, euphoria coursing through your veins and clouding your vision. the man underneath you continues to lick you through your orgasm, your muscles convulsing uncontrollably. to hiromi, the sight is exquisite: you, writhing above him, moaning his name out so deliciously. it’s almost enough to make him cum in his pants.
and when you come down from your high, body slumping next to him, he just pulls you close to him, nestling your bodies together.
“thank you,” you whisper, fatigue spreading throughout your body. “i needed that. i love you.”
“i’ll do anything for you,” he kisses the top of your head. “always.”
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note i wrote this then realised that @porcelainut has a fic that's very similar, so please check out their work too !! happy higuruma anime debut day :D (his nose is so sexy lol)
𓆉 MDNI older bf!toji x f!reader (toji is 40+ and reader is 20+)
older bf!toji shaking his head when you ask for a sip of his beer, lecturing you on the harmful effects of drinking alcohol, liver cirrhosis, brain damage blah blah blah while he’s full-on chugging down bottles of beers.
older bf!toji who stops you halfway when you’re sinking down onto his cock, worried that he’d be too big for you, the what-ifs roaming freely in his mind if you actually took him whole. What if you split into half? What if he ruptures your cervix when he goes too deep? What if your vagina tears?
older bf!toji who would just play with your clit, hands tucked in your underwear when you’re feeling horny and whiny for him because he’s just too cowardly to fuck you, petrified he’d hurt you.
older bf!toji whom you just trust so much to buy your lingeries, undergarment and feminine products due to his myriad of experience and knowledge. He knows your flow intensity and which pad lengths to buy. He also buys the undergarments with non-toxic fabrics that support your vaginal health. Cuz he knows better than to neglect this pussy that he adores so much.
older bf!toji who is just too old for this shit, he has no more energy to argue and bicker with you so he lets you do whatever the fuck you want with him. Wear matching thongs with you…whatever. Give him a buzz cut…bleh okay. Act as your personal armchair…no problem. Act as your personal loofah??? Say less.
older bf!toji who sits back and let you treat his cock like a fidget toy. Manspreading on the couch as you juggle his balls, fling his cock around however you want, pull on the foreskin and suck on it however you want.
older bf!toji who would grip the back of your head, tugging your hair up as you tried to take on his full length. Glancing down at your watery eyes, slick and swollen lips and the drool dripping down your chin, “nuh uh pretty girl, you know you’ll gag and choke trying to take it whole.”
older bf!toji in the end still trusts your judgement and your ability to take care of yourself, although he’d feel better if you let him treat you like his princess when you were together.
syp: you're scared of megumi's demon dogs, they adore you
“megumi, i swear to god—” you cut yourself off with a small shriek as shiro curiously padded closer to you two. currently, you were frozen in place behind megumi, fingers curled into his sleeve as you shot a deadly glare into the back of his skull. he stood unshaken, simply trying to ward the large wolf breed back into some far corner of his dorm so you wouldn't lose your shit.
originally, you avoided megumi's dorm like the plague, knowing of the two hounds he kept. you never had a good relationship with dogs, especially big ones that could bite a chunk out of you for sunday brunch. therefore, you kept your distance. any lazy hangouts were kept in your own dorm and you seldom visited megumi's unless the circumstances were pressing. unfortunately, that restraint crumbled when megumi told you he needed some help returning a couple cursed tools to gojo after a training attempt to broaden his horizon in weaponry. you asked if there was no one else that could help him, and the answer was no: yuuji was training with nanami, nobara was doing ‘girl stuff’ with maki, and inumaki and panda were idiots (his words, not yours)— making you the only viable option. now, you were barely two meters past the doorway and quivering in fear as shiro and kuro swarmed megumi's legs upon his arrival. “it's fine, they always do this when i get home.” he remarked nonchalantly, as if that helped.
kuro was the one that sought interest in you first, moving to sniff at your ankle. instinctively, you stepped back, letting go of megumi's sleeve. kuro stepped closer. megumi noticed the sheer look of distress on your face and called for kuro, but the large pup was way more interested in you and shiro soon began following in his brother's footsteps. megumi reached out, pulling at shiro's collar to prevent him from getting any closer to you while simultaneously reaching for kuro's collar, dragging the hound away from you just enough for you to free yourself from the wall you backed into.
“they don't bite until they're commanded to, you're good,” megumi insisted despite the pups now straining against the hold he had on them. megumi grumbled something under his breath before yanking them back with a sharp huff.
“then why are they.. doing that?” you pressed, practically halfway out the door by now as megumi rallied the dogs into submission. you knew (prayed) that he wouldn't let anything happen to you. “they don't know you, they're trying to get your scent.” megumi explained as he secured the nearest leash onto shiro and kuro. “look,”
megumi said as he stepped closer to you, just enough for the demon dogs to get close enough to get another whiff of your shoe, then your sock. cold noses pressed against your calf and even though your face contorted, your body was frozen still by fear, arms pinned to your sides. kuro's tail wagged wildly while shiro seemed more relaxed, tail flicking once or twice before trotting back over to megumi's side. kuro, seemingly having other plans, leapt up, paws clawing at your uniform as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. you let out yet another shriek, stumbling back, practically squirming away from the fur baby. it was a wonder you were still standing. megumi let out a small snort, tugging at kuro's leash for him to return to his side. “sorry, he's really friendly. he always does that..”
“shut up, just bring those stupid cursed tools outside yourself. i'll help you lug them back to gojo.” you bit out, definitely a little more snappy than usual due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins (because apparently a wolfdog licking your shin was the same as running four miles) as you dusted off your uniform frantically with a scowl. when you looked up, you realised megumi was sporting an unfamiliar shit-eating grin that seemed more like it belonged on gojo's face than his own. maybe gojo's soul heard the chaos ensuing and possessed megumi's body to see for itself, you wouldn't doubt the guy. “you think this is fucking funny?—”
before you could curse out his entire bloodline, megumi was ushering his dogs back inside with raised brows. “geez, geez my bad. i'll be out soon.”
an: im lowk sick of seeing fics where reader loves megumi's demon dogs i would be shaking in my boots
▐ frat!toji is 100% the loudest in the frat house about his “preference.”
“i actually don’t like skinny girls,” he says, leaning back on the couch while his frat brothers argue. “i like somethin’ to hold y’know?”
toji describes his ideal type like it’s a checklist.
- soft
- thick thighs
- smart
- glasses are an honorable mention
“y’know like the quiet nerdy type that would correct your grammar but still let you carry her, thats what i want.”
but then he meets you and its at a campus library study session the frat is “required” to attend for pr reasons. you’re sitting there with highlighters, oversized sweater, glasses sliding down your nose, completely focused.
he goes dead silent mid sentence when he sees you. his frat boys notices.
“isn’t that literally your type?” satoru whispers to him.
“…shut up.” you’re not paying attention to him at all. which somehow makes it worse. he tries to approach casually.“you’re in my stats class, right?” you blink up at him. “…no, mustve gotten me mixed up with someone else.” his cheeks almost turn red.
the thing is.. he’s used to girls approaching him. he’s confident flirty and smooth.
but with you?
he suddenly feels embarrassed and stupid for approaching you.
toji loves how beautiful you look in your glasses, the way your thighs press against the chair when you sit, the way you get excited when talking about something academic.
the first time he hears you passionately explain something complicated?
he is DONE for.
he starts bragging about you to the frat guys before you’re even his. “yeah, shes pre-med.” “she corrected the professor.” “she’s smart as hell.” “she’s so beautiful.”
if he sees some finance random trying to flirt with you at a campus event? he’s suddenly beside you, hand resting on your back . “she’s busy, lil bro.” he says calmly.
toji LOVES when you get flustered. if you laugh and your whole body moves? he’s staring. a complete goner. he lowkey flexes when you sit next to him at his frat party.
you in your cute nerdy outfit, a little shy, holding a drink?
he has an arm around your waist like he won a reward.
the first time you sit on his lap?
his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
his hands unconsciously settling on your thighs, firm and possessive but respectful because he doesnt wanna make you uncomfortable, not when hes this close.
he leans into your ear and whispers,
“told ya you fit perfectly.”
toji absolutely worships the fact that you match his preference exactly. not in a fetishy way. in a “ive been yearning for someone like you my entire life and i finally have you.” way.
he loves when you info-dump on his dumbass.
loves when you get shy about your body
“why are you acting like this isn’t exactly what i like, hm?”
and when you finally start dating?
his frat house never hears the end of it.
“i told you guys,” he says smugly. “i have taste.”
