♡ Toji gets jealous when you talk to shiu, smut
—Obvious enough. Toji Fushiguro was a man who never hid his emotions. Especially his negative ones. He always expressed himself wherever he wanted, however he wanted, to whomever he wanted. And you were definitely not an exception to that standard.
You saw how his eyes dropped when you walked over to Shiu. The cold, unwavering gaze that landed upon you. It clung like frost—a quiet chill running across your shoulders, as if you’d stepped into winter by standing too close to someone else. Toji didn’t speak. Didn’t intervene. But something coiled behind his ribs, a storm he didn’t care to name, and you felt it from across the room
and what was supposed to be fun get together with mutual friends quickly turned into a battle ground—for just you and him.
You didn’t notice it at first—his gaze, dark and sharp, following your every movement. But when you laughed a little too close to Shiu, when your hand brushed his arm in passing, that gaze tightened, and you felt it in your chest.
He didn’t say a word—but you could feel it. Especially when he stepped closer, positioning himself between you and Shiu, one large hand wrapping around your waist, grounding you in a way that left no room for doubt.
“You having fun?” His voice cut through the noise of the party, low and calm, but with an edge that made you freeze.
You awkwardly laughed—trying to shrug it off. “Yeah. Just talking with Shiu.”
It almost felt like Shiu wasn’t even there anymore—his gaze was solely focused on you, and his hand squeezed at your waist tighter than before—It was deliberate, possessive, a quiet reminder that you were his. The way his body leaned into yours, pressing subtly against your side, made the air between you feel charged, like the noise around you had disappeared.
“You’re too close to him, baby” he said, voice low, edged with warning. Not loud, but sharp enough that you shivered.
You opened your mouth to respond, but Toji moved before a word left you. He stepped closer, chest brushing your back, and wrapped an arm around you, blocking Shiu from view. The pressure was deliberate, enough to make you pause, to make the world shrink down to just the two of you.
“Don’t,” he murmured, calm and controlled, his voice carrying that edge that made your stomach knot. “We’re going home.”
And that’s how you ended up like this.
Toes curling, pussy squelching, and completely tapped out of your mind.
“T-Toji Fuck—“ You cried out, Drooling all over his bicep which firmly held your head in place, you felt his thumb brush lightly against your temple—an almost gentle reminder of the control he had.
“‘Think you can take three fingers now?” He chuckled—he was amused by the situation. Cowering in his cockiness, he leaned forward just enough to watch your reaction, eyes glinting with mischief.
You froze, cheeks heating, heart hammering—not just from embarrassment, but from the weight of him so close, the way his presence pressed against you. His grin widened when he noticed the way your breath hitched.
“m’ too sensitive, toji.” You whined, attempting to close your legs as he rubs small circles against your clit.
Toji’s grin widened—He leaned closer, chest pressing just a little more insistently against you, eyes glinting with amusement.
“Too sensitive, huh?” he murmured, voice low, teasing, but with an edge that made your chest tighten. His hand didn’t move away; instead, he pushed ur legs apart, and adjusted his hand so it was heavier, deeper—subtle pressure, reminding you that you weren’t getting out of this.
Your breath hitched as his fingers inserted you again—your wet cunt tightening around him.
“I like it when you react like this,” he whispered, letting the words hang, heavy, claiming, intimate. “Shows me exactly how much you feel me.”
It felt like he blew all the air out of your lungs—literally and figuratively.
Not because he pulled you in and kissed you.
But because his fingers never let up even when you were inching close to your release.
Your body trembled, strung tight like every nerve had been lit from the inside. It was ridiculous, how easily he could pull the ground out from under you. Your breath stuttered, then caught in your throat, and for a moment, it didn’t even feel like you were in your own skin. Just sinking, spiraling, pressed into the gravity of him.
“Toji,” you whispered, or maybe you begged. It was hard to tell.
His hand at your waist held you steady, his breath brushing the back of your ear, warm and sure. Everything about him overpowered you. The weight of him. The heat. The quiet certainty that he wasn’t letting you slip away.
Not now.
Not after what happened tonight.
You turned slightly, enough to meet his eyes—his hands still rubbing circles on your clit.
They were darker this close, but not cold. Never cold with you. There was too much in them, too much heat, too much want, too much unspoken.
“Toji,” you whispered again, because it was the only thing that felt real in your mouth.
His thumb brushed your lips, slow, deliberate, as if testing the shape of your breath. “Yeah, I hear you.”
