Pls write something abt asking toji where u should get a tattoo!! suggestive or nsfw if u want and If they're in an established relationship that would be good too
"so you're goin' into the studio tomorrow and still don't know what you're gonna get done?"
"or where it's gonna be" you remind toji, throwing yourself down on your couch and kicking your legs over his lap. he settles back into the cushion, spreading his thighs to allow you more room, resting a tattooed hand on your knee. "but i promised shoko i'd go with her and get one in solidarity, so i guess i'll have to be impulsive."
"not that i'm a fuckin' beacon of responsibility, but you do know they're forever, right?" he mumbles, eyes glinting as he tilts his head back. "not sayin' it has to be poetic or meaningful or anythin', you just ... you gotta like it. it's what gets you through the hours of sittin' in the chair."
"and what about you liking it?" you muse, rolling up your sleeve and holding out your bare forearm. "what if i came back with a gojo tattoo right here?"
he huffs at the mention of his rival artist's name. "i'd fire shiu for having the nerve to put that on you in my studio. him being the co-owner isn't gonna stop me."
and though he clearly isn't bothered by your joke, his brows pull together for a moment as he thinks something over.
"you sure you don't need me to do it?" he asks, quieter this time; an indication of his sincerity. "i can move around my bookings --"
you wave off his concerns. "nah, shoko is booked in for noon and shiu's got a space then, so i need to commit. but," you pause, flattered by his concern, and dip your head in to press a kiss to his jawline. "if i like it," and a kiss to his scarred lips, "you can do my next one."
he chuckles, low and deep, pulling you up onto his lap in earnest, arms looping around your shoulders until you're flush against his muscled chest.
"well, ya still need to pick where this one's gonna go," he murmurs, dropping his large hands to rest on your thighs -- though they don't stay there for long, trailing up and up until they linger at your hips.
"maybe here?" he offers quietly, thumb going under the fabric of your shirt and circling the sensitive skin by your hipbone.
"heard it's meant to hurt there," you mumble, though without much conviction, goosebumps raising wherever his hands touch you. your breath catches in your throat and toji grins, victorious.
"aw, we wouldn't want that, would we?" he whispers teasingly into your ear, shivers travelling down the back of your neck through your spine.
his hands travel up, up under your shirt until he's at your ribcage, fingertips resting at the side of your breasts.
"maybe here?" he wonders out loud, before shaking his head. "nah, can't have shiu seeing that much of you. so i guess that just leaves..."
he lifts his arms then, tugging your shirt over your head in one fluid motion, moving his hand for one last time to rest at the back of your neck, pulling you in for a heated kiss.
"here," he mumbled against your lips, index finger tapping against a spot by your nape. through the haze of his touch you barely manage a feeble nod, met with a low chuckle from toji.
he pulls back, lips kiss-slick and eyes scanning your form as you rock back and forth on his lap.
"guess we better map out all your future tattoos, huh?"