read this and immediately pictured our man leading both his kids up someone’s doorstep like “hey make sure you grab an almond joy for me :/” and “my back hurts >:(“ I LOVE HIMMMSNCHDJS
dilf!toji but there’s passing mentions of him working in an auto shop so maybe mechanic!toji ? who knows. no warnings for this one !
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toji always found halloween a little childish. holidays were a very rare occurrence growing up, so celebrating anything besides a paycheck or his latest divorce didn’t strike a chord in him.
he usually spent the 31st of every october begrudgingly taking his kids around the block for candy he could’ve bought for them himself. he’d stand to the side, still clad in his work clothes as the two of them eagerly held out their candy bags—pillowcases from his bed that he’d grabbed last minute.
sometimes an elderly woman would greet them at the door, eagerly handing his two mini-me’s a box of raisins or a handful of cough drops. he’d quickly usher them off the doorstep with a polite thank you, silencing their whines with a “shhh, i know, i know, just give em’ to me i’ll eat em’ at some point.”
sometimes a guy his age would open the door instead, sharing a knowing look with toji, a little nod of the head even simply to say “yeah, i’d rather be drinking a beer right now too.”
and sometimes—rarely— toji gets the chance to talk his game at a pretty lady. he knows he looks good, even with flecks of motor oil staining the front of his sweatshirt and faded jeans. that much is proven about 0.8 seconds into the interaction when the girl he’s eyeing rushes to put more candy in his kids’ bags, shooting him a bashful smile.
you’re different though, toji knows that as soon as you look up to address him.
“where’s your costume?” you tease, eyeing the older man as you hold a bowl of chocolate out for megumi and tsumuki.
he stands there for a couple of seconds, dumbfounded as you wait for an answer.
“… what?”
“where’s your costume, it’s halloween.”
a fit of giggles erupt from the children in front of you at your inquiry.
toji frowns, then laughs quietly, climbing up the steps to look down at you.
“where’s yours?” he states plainly, cocking his head to the side as his kids bound down your steps and settle in the grass.
“i’m not the one trick-or-treating here.” you state plainly, looking up at him with a confident smile.
toji leans against your doorway, still towering over you with that sleazy grin. “huh, guess you aren’t.” he admits, reaching for his phone with one hand and pulling up the “add new contact” page.
you laugh as he slips the device into your hand, typing your name and number in a bit too eagerly.
“and what was that for?” you ask, feeling the heat from his torso engulf your hand as you slip the phone into his sweatshirt pocket.
toji pushes off of the doorway, “so we can talk about our costumes a little more at my place.”
your knees practically buckle at the invitation, nonchalant facade melting off your body and into the pavement with ever step he takes down your driveway.
the two kids bound over to their father as he makes his way towards them, hugging each of his legs as pats their backs quietly.
“is she gonna be another lady you do kissing with?” megumi asks, balancing his little body atop his father’s impossibly solid work boots.
“hey, quiet.” toji laughs, scooping the younger boy onto his hip and taking tsumiki’s little hand in his.
summary: you get groped in the club and you come home to your boyfriend, Toji, who tries his best to comfort you
content/warnings: mentions of being groped by a man/unconsented touching, pure fluff, f!reader x toji who’s your long term boyfriend
word count: 2.7k
a/n: this may be triggering to some so pls read with caution! i thought of this scenario after experiencing this myself this is so not me projecting my own trauma into fictional writing and i just thought this would be a perfect toji hc PLS GOD WHY ISNT THIS MAN REAL i love me some smutty toji but i also love imagining this man be soft from time to time too <3
The blaring of the music suddenly came to a standstill- you whipped your head back just to realize it was all in your head. The music from the DJ booth, the wild array of colors from the club’s spotlights; they were all still there, but time felt like it just suddenly came to a halt. You froze in your position, elbows resting on the bar, leaning slightly forward, when you realized your ass was being groped by an unknown man’s hand. Without even thinking, you turned your head to the right, no one was there. When you turned your head to the left, you saw a man talking to the bartender, ordering his batch of drinks. You squinted at him, trying to make his face out under the dim lights and flashing colors. I don’t know this man. Still frozen in your stance, he removes his hand from your behind and smirks. He was wearing a jacket decorated with a famous designer brand’s logo, gold chains hanging from his neck, and hair done up a little bit too well. You could tell he was well off, and judging from his actions, you could immediately conclude that he was nothing but a snotty-rich brat who thinks he could get away with anything. Before you could give him the satisfaction of showing any sort of reaction, you pushed your arms off the bar and stormed off, opposite his direction.
Your head felt fuzzy. Was it anger? Disgust? Frustration? You didn’t know what emotion was coming over you. You mindlessly pushed your way through the crowd, ignoring the dirty looks and curses thrown at you from intrusively making your way to your table. When you reached your group, your friends were all on their feet, dancing to the beat of another generic EDM song. You tried to compose yourself as best as you could before reaching them, but you were always the type to wear your emotions on your sleeve.
“Y/N, honey, what’s wrong? Where are the drinks?” Your friend immediately noticed something was off about you. Her curly locks that were put up in a ponytail when you all first arrived are now messily spread out over her shoulders.
“I don’t feel so good right now. I think I’m gonna head home first.” You crossed your arms over your stomach, faking a stomachache.
You trusted your friends. You knew that if you told them about what just happened, they’d know exactly what to say and do to make you feel better. But you didn’t want to bring down their mood, and right now, you just wanted to be where you felt safe, home.
“Okay, sweetie, I’ll come with you on your way out, gimme a sec.” You nodded at her, thankful she didn’t pry any further. After grabbing your bag and saying your goodbyes to your other girlfriends, you two made your way out of the club.
You sighed in relief when the club doors closed behind you, somewhat blocking off the music from the inside. You pulled out your phone to check the time, 11:24pm.
“Are you sure you can get home by yourself? Why don’t you call Toji and get him to pick you up?” Your friend showed obvious signs of concern on her face as she gently rubbed your arm up and down.
“It’s okay, I think my tipsiness has worn off. And I’ll just take a taxi back.” You reassured her with a gentle smile.
A part of you wants to call your boyfriend immediately and have him pick you up from this place. You wanted to report everything that happened to him, and you know he’ll be right next to you in a matter of seconds after learning about what you just encountered. But you also knew all too well how Toji would react, and the last thing you want happening right now is your boyfriend murdering a man. The thought sent shivers down your spine.
Your friend steps up to the curb of the street to hail you a taxi. After giving the driver your address, you walk up to her to give her a hug. You didn’t notice but the hug you gave her was extra tight, and you stayed in that position for a few seconds longer. Although your friend noticed that this was seemingly out of your character, she decided not to ask any further and just wished you a safe trip back.
The ride home was quiet, a little too quiet for your liking. The taxi driver had the radio on, but the volume was turned down to the point it was barely audible. You found yourself crossing your arms around yourself as if you were hiding or protecting yourself from unknown harm. It’s not that you didn’t feel safe inside the taxi, but the feeling you felt at that bar started creeping up on you, reminding you of the unpleasantness of it all.
Finally, after about fifteen minutes of silence, your house came to view. You shut your eyes for a second, breathing in and out in relief. After paying your fare, you quickly made your way up the steps to your house. Your hand froze before turning the doorknob, an unfamiliar feeling of uneasiness coming over you. You didn’t know why you were still feeling anxious. You were finally at your house where you knew you’d be safe and sound, and waiting for you inside was your boyfriend of almost four years, whom you loved and trusted with your life. You decided to ignore the uneasy feeling and opened the door.
The sound of a game playing on the tv surprisingly comforted you. You smiled weakly when you saw Toji on the couch with his feet up and a bottle of beer in his hand.
The sound of the door opening rattled him slightly. He quickly whipped his head back. The frown that came with his surprise quickly changed to a more gentle expression when he saw it was you.
“Hey, baby.” He set his beer down on the coffee table before getting up to greet you. “You’re home early.”
He opens his arms to envelope you in a hug but stops himself when he sees you flinch. You too were surprised. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked up to see his reaction. You didn’t mean to do that. You don’t know why you unconsciously flinched. Toji was obviously surprised, but not mad. You couldn’t paint the expression on his face. More than anything, he looked concerned.
“I’m sorry, Toji- I didn’t mean-”
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He furrowed his eyebrows together, trying to get a better look at your face. His arms which were once spread out are now resting at his sides. You saw his hand reach up to touch you but he quickly put them back down. It was clear to him that you didn’t want to be touched right now, and he respected that.
You couldn’t find the right words to say. You didn’t know how to begin. You dropped your head in front of you, covering your face with your hands.
“Did something happen at the club, babe?” His deep, raspy voice surprisingly came out weak yet gentle. It was rare to hear him like this, but you knew this was him being comforting.
You simply nodded in response, hands still over your face.
“Okay, why don’t we sit down on the couch so you could rest for a bit, yeah?”
“Okay.” You answered weakly. Still being careful of mindlessly touching you, he waited for you to make your way to the living room first. He kept his distance a little bit but still walked close behind you. You sat down in the middle of the sofa, and Toji followed, sitting right next to you. You two sat in silence for a little bit. Toji waited for you to speak first before asking any questions.
“Don’t get mad, okay?” You knew starting off any story with this line was ineffective. It was obvious to him that what happened to you will cause him to get mad.
“I won’t, baby.” He reassured, turning his body to face you completely.
“Promise me, okay?” You insisted.
“How could I ever get mad at you babe? Try me.” He chuckled softly. You tried your best to return his expression, but you were worried about something else.
“No, I know you won’t get mad at me...” You played with your fingers, Toji watching you carefully.
“I-” As the words formed in your head, you suddenly started to doubt yourself. The big feelings you were feeling suddenly started to feel small when you realized you may be overreacting. Maybe it isn’t such a big deal? Why am I getting so worked up over this?
“Mmm?” Toji hummed when you suddenly stopped. “Go on, darlin’.”
“I was groped in the club. Some guy had his hand on my ass as I was ordering a drink.” You shut your eyes, nervously anticipating his reaction. When you heard nothing but silence and steady breathing, you looked up at Toji. His eyes were closed, seemingly calm, but you could see he was gritting his teeth. His reaction worried you, but it was better than what you had expected.
“And? Where’s the little shit now?” He opened his eyes slowly to respond.
“I don’t know, probably still in the club. I couldn’t say or do anything, really. I just got up and walked away.” You lowered your head a little, embarrassed by your lack of proactiveness.
“It’s a good thing you walked away and quickly went home. But why didn’t you call me? I could’ve gone right over to pick you up.”
“I didn’t really want to witness a literal murder happen before my eyes, Toji.”
“Damn right. If I were there I would’ve used my bare hands to beat the living sh-”
“Toji...” You whined a little when you saw him get a little too worked up imagining the things he could’ve done to the man.
“Sorry, sorry.” He leaned back a little, pushing his imagination to the side.
“I know it’s a dumb question to ask, but are you okay?” You smiled a bit at your boyfriend’s efforts. You knew that he wasn’t really the soft type, he didn’t really know what to do whenever you were sad or going through something. Usually, he’d have you sit on his lap as he embraced you in his arms. But now that you were wary of a man’s touch, he didn’t know what to do.
“I honestly don’t know.” You shot him a sheepish smile which he returned with a worried expression.
His body slightly stiffened as he watched you make your way over him. You put your arms on his shoulders to support yourself as you sat down on his lap, legs together and spread out across the couch. With your arms still over his shoulders, you pulled him a little bit tighter, your head nuzzling the crane of his neck. You breathed in, taking in his scent- the scent that comforted you so much. You relaxed a bit more when you felt his arms wrap over your body, cradling you. You two sat in silence for a few more seconds, relishing the embrace. He swayed you slowly from side to side. Careful not to shake you up so much, which he usually does. You grazed your nose slowly against the bare skin on his neck.
“Your smell comforts me.” You mumbled quietly against his skin.
“Should I be offended, or?” He pokes at your side, attempting to pull a laugh from you.
You swat his hand away, pulling away from the hug. You gaze into his eyes for a moment. How is it that the man who thinks so little of killing is able to look at you with so much love in his eyes? You pressed your forehead against his and you both close your eyes from the intimate contact.
“I can’t explain how I feel... I feel angry and frustrated... But at the same time, I feel disgusting. The part he touched- I- it’s like I lost something back there. I feel like my dignity was stripped away and I was reminded of how inferior I am when faced against a man.” You opened your eyes slowly, the mixture of feelings inside of you threatening to spill out all at the same time.
Your eyes wandered around your living room avoiding your boyfriend’s eyes, who was inches away from you. You glanced back at him for a second but quickly looked away when you saw the pain on his face. He felt helpless. He racked his brain for the right words to say, frustrated at himself when he realized he couldn’t turn back time to stop this from ever happening. His blood was boiling from the thought of a man hurting you this much.
“If only I agreed to you coming with me tonight... If only I didn’t wear this dress that exposed so much of my-”
“No, okay, stop. Stop that.” He pushes your shoulders back slightly, forcing you to look at him. He carefully places his calloused hands against your soft cheeks, cupping them.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, okay? This was no one’s fault but that asshole’s. Want me to teach him a lesson?” He raises his eyebrows, showing his sincerity.
As much as it would’ve satisfied you to see the man beaten and on his knees asking for your forgiveness, you just wanted to spend the rest of the night like this- in your boyfriend’s arms, surrounded by warmth and comfort.
You shake your head.
“Okay.” He responds quiety, stroking his right thumb across your left cheek.
“I’m so sorry this happened to you. And I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop it from happening.” His voice was sincere and kind. Completely opposite from how he usually is. You leaned against his hand, smiling slightly.
“Is there anything I can do?” Toji’s eyes were begging for an answer. He didn’t like the idea of being useless, especially in this situation. He was hoping for something, anything he could do to make you feel better. One word from you and he’d do anything you asked without hesitation. You shook your head slowly.
“It’s okay, baby. I just need you by my side, like this.” He was doubtful, but he still nodded his head, acknowledging your request.
“Okay, we can stay like this for as long as you like.” He forced a reassuring smile, running his hand up and down your back. You noticed his eyes travel from your forehead to your eyes, your nose, then finally stop at your lips.
“-s it okay if I kiss you?” You were taken aback slightly by his question. It wasn’t like him to ask permission to kiss you. Then you quickly realized he was still being cautious of how you felt. After what you just went through earlier tonight, suddenly kissing you might be the last thing you wanted.
“Of course, Toji.” You chuckled lightly against the kiss. He wasted no time before connecting his lips to yours. His lips felt warm, his breath slightly smelling like alcohol from the beer he was drinking. After the quick connection, he pulls back slightly, searching for any hint of uneasiness on your face. When he saw that you were okay with the kiss, he leaned in again for another, much deeper this time.
“I promise this’ll be the last time.” He mumbles against your lips, not stopping from the kiss.
“Hmm?” You hummed back.
“This won’t ever happen again, I promise you.” He pulls back this time, gazing straight into your eyes. Toji often makes promises to you.
I promise to never hurt you for as long as I shall live.
I promise to love you in this life and in the next.
I promise to never bring my work home.
I promise to always clean up after I eat and to put my dirty clothes straight into the hamper before showering.
But despite the many promises he has made to you, he has never broken a single one. That’s why the words he just spoke to you put your heart and mind at ease. Once he promises to do something, he never forgets.
“Thank you, Toji. I love you.” You tried to smile despite the stinging in your eyes. Without missing a beat, he swiftly wipes away the tears that have escaped from the corners of your eyes.
“I love you.” He softly responds before kissing your tear-stained eyes. His lips find their way to yours and you’re once again safe and sound in his arms.
Melk!! Sorry this took a hot minute for me to answer 🥺
5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?
Dramaturgy - Eve
12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? [Oh gosh, I hope this doesn't disappoint.]
A lot of people portray Toji as a sex god among men, which is fine, but I see him differently. After his late wife, he obviously went back to his self-destructive tendencies. If anything, he would be more focused on his job as a "sorcerer killer" because it helps him feel the tiniest bit alive again.
Actually alive, like he had felt after meeting mamagumi— but I digress. The point I'm trying to make is that I don't see him sticking his dick into anything that's willing. So, when he eventually does sleep with someone, he acts all cocky, but honestly? The man is nervous under that faux confidence.
When was the last time he had sex like this? He doesn't remember, but it has sure as hell been a while because he has to stop himself from nutting the second he's fully sheathed. He'll claim he's not moving to allow you to adjust, which is part of it, but it's more so for him to calm down so he doesn't burst before even getting started.
🥺 Could I ask for “You reject their kisses” for Inumaki, Nanami, and Toji or Naoya if you do them, please?
YOU REJECT THEIR KISSES | 2
characters: inumaki + nanami + toji + (gn!reader)
warnings: none but toji's is a lil more suggestive!
notes: idk if i'll write for toji more but i decided to add him here :)
part one / part two
✰ inumaki pouts and tries to scan your face to see if something's wrong but you just turn away from him. he lets out a quiet 'tuna mayo' and just stares at you for a bit before coming up behind you and placing his head on your shoulder (your weakness). he sways you from side to side, mumbling/cooing more ingredients before you finally turn around and look at him with a half sheepish, half playfully annoyed smile. he smiles back victoriously before stepping closer, muttering something else that you can clearly understand with the way he's looking at you. so you give in, and press your lips against his, smiling when he holds you closer so you don't pull away.
✰ nanami sighs cause this man is tired from his workday and from the constant shenanigans you put him through. he stares at the side of your face since you swerved away from his kiss, and places a hand on your jaw, turning your face back to him. his voice is soft because even if he's tired, he never takes it out on you, he's always patient if it's for you (and that's what breaks your resolve). 'i'd really appreciate a kiss from my partner right now, if that's alright with––' he doesn't even finish his sentence before you give him what he asked for, his hands immediately bringing you into his lap and holding you as he sighs against your lips, the tension already leaving his body from your touch.
✰ toji blinks his face into a frown (that looks more like a scowl tbh) before scoffing and immediately grabbing you by the neck and smashing his lips onto yours cause what do you think this is?? you may think that he doesn't care too much for physical affection, but you're his. and if he wants a damn kiss, he's getting it. but on the off chance that you do manage to slip away? he's chasing you and once he catches up he is pinning you down and stealing as many kisses as he wants––along with other things...
a/n: been having small hc thoughts and i love imagining modern school with these cool cats B) this is a part one using some of the adults of the show! I will do one for the kids (probably 2 bc there are lot of em)
satoru gojo
It’s no secret that satoru was a bit of a jokester in high school. he believed to be ‘the best’ at whatever he did. but for me, i feel like he really enjoyed photography. all the ladies were always surrounding him due to his good looks, but deep down he really knew where to find such beautiful things to snap images of. they ended up choosing him to snap photos for the yearbooks and he happily would oblige.
suguru geto
everyone always wondered why the shy, quiet boy was best friends with THE satoru, but nobody would ever ask. they always assumed that maybe suguru did whatever satoru did, but were shocked to find out that he didn’t. Suguru participated in art class, and would often be commissioned on drawing potential tattoos for people. when it would be football season, the cheerleaders would ask him to help paint the banners that dressed the gym, and every pep rally was always done so beautifully because of his hard work. Satoru always would share suguru’s art on his instagram and it made suguru happy.
kento nanami
Kento always was quick to shut down the accusations of being ‘close’ to the duo. He was a really smart kid, always scored top of the class. They even voted him ‘most likely to be valedictorian’ so it no surprise to see Kento to be part of a collection of clubs. Student Council, Creative Writing, Home Economics. He liked being in a sense of power, and was unanimously chosen as student council president. He liked to write, but never let people know, but only a few classmates felt comfortable around him when he’d write for hours and have it published in the weekly newsletter. This man loves bread, and he wanted to make his own bread, and learn other cooking and household skill...no shame...
ryomen sukuna
athlete athlete athlete. this dude is ripped (or as ripped as he can get for a teen in high school). He did football most definitely, but would also do other sports. baseball, track & field, wrestling...he’d do it all honestly. every sport. he was most definitely a ladies man. practically dated a new chick every week it seemed. satoru loved taking the most awkward photos of him because he sort of hated his personality...
toji fushiguro
similar to sukuna in terms of being an athlete, but not nearly as rude as him (but still rude). Toji was mainly a baseball and basketball player, but could play football if asked. he was louder than sukuna though. and bigger. also a ladies man, but he stayed in relationships a lot longer than sukuna lol. absolutely hated satoru. and satoru knew this and would always bug him and bother him hehe. and unbeknownst to others, he was actually smarter than what people perceived him to be. not kento smart, but smart enough to pass his classes.
Hello my love! I know you’ve been gone for a while but I wanted to stop by and ask if you have any realistic but unhinged toji headcannons? Hopefully this gets you into the spirit of writing again, I don’t mean to overstep. We miss you❤️.
hello sweet anon :( i’ve admittedly been struggling with my mental health a whole ton which is why i’ve been gone but this ask really did help me get back into the groove of writing just a bit <3 thank u for stopping by ! mwah
this is just me saying shit to say it pls don't take this srsly !
content: fluff, mentions of alc, smoking, suggestive talk but not smut, a little angst
had a xan kick in his late 20s so one of his pupils is a little bigger than the other
initially hated ambulances because of the absurd cost but grew to hate them even more because the attention makes him uncomfortable. oh you want to take his blood pressure? ew, don’t touch him. that’s weird. would rather patch himself up than sit under a gaggle of fluorescent lights for 6 hours in an ER waiting room.
shiu has been a co-signer on every apartment he’s ever rented because his credit score is in the single digits.
picked up vaping on accident after the corner store ran out of cigs when he needed them most. still prefers marlboros because he likes that searing feeling in the back of his throat. throws the cartons out his car window like a freak.
his drivers license is crumpled. like physically crumpled like paper. he has no idea how it happened but when he needs to use it at the liquor store he definitely gets stares.
will forever be devoted to his late wife. mentally at least. she’s the love of his life but in his mind sex with other women isn’t really cheating right? like he uses a condom sometimes so it’s fine probably? he's not gonna stay celibate for the rest of his life. the topic keeps him up at night.
has a scar from an appendectomy right above his v line that women go crazy for. he’s not entirely sure what they like about it but he’s been touched there so many times that it’s morphed into an erogenous zone.
slut for fast food. would rather get a vanilla shake and dip his fries in it till his stomach hurts than spend time at a sit-down restaurant. eats like shit but still maintains his physique, infuriatingly enough.
hates being in public more than you’d think. it’s a deeply uncomfortable feeling that stems from the risk that being discovered poses during jobs. he prefers to have groceries ordered, meals delivered, and shiu take his car down to the shop if needed. if hes out and about he’s either at the casino tables or the liquor store.
is down for whatever if the price is right. like truly. older women love what he has going on which works well in his favor because it puts a roof over his head. absolutely no shame once money is involved.
has tried to get help for his gambling addiction a few brief times. got close once and then decided to hit the blackjack tables to celebrate his progress. he jokes about how things ended up from time to time but deep down he knows it’s pretty serious.
shops at the goodwill bins mostly. made an effort to stop stealing as much because of how dirt cheap the thrift is but couldn't stick to it. likes to go down the jeans isle and look for change in the pockets. his biggest score was a 5 dollar bill that had been through the washer so many times it was practically blank.
there's a little voice in the back of his head telling him to have more kids and he's not opposed to listening.
Toji, teaching reader how to drive😏😏 (I hit a curb today)
“make sure you switch your blinker on before you turn up here.” the older man reminds you, looking entirely too big in the passenger seat of your car.
you nod quietly, too focused on the road to give a coherent response. you approach the half-way mark of the road you’re on, pressing the brake a little too hard and launching the two of you forward.
“fuck— here, do it here.” he commands suddenly, gripping the overhead handle to steady himself.
you flick the turn signal switch up, cursing when the car ejects wiper fluid instead.
“jesus christ.” toji mumbles, reaching over to turn the wipers on, clearing the windshield before the two of you got into an accident.
“just.” you frown, bringing the car to a complete stop. “no more talking please.”
“can’t teach you how to drive this thing if i don’t talk.” he laughs, patting your thigh for good measure.
you bring the car to a choppy stop at the end of the road, readjusting your grip on the wheel nervously.
“you can do it.” he encourages, voice soft. “s’ just like i showed you.”
a right turn. now this is where your confidence plummets.
you cant see the curb over your boyfriend’s hulking form, you probably wouldn’t be able to see it even if he wasn’t there.
“you never turned your blinker on.” he teases dryly, laughing at your scowl.
you prepare to make your turn, pressing the gas a little too hard than you’d wanted. the car launches forward then shakes violently as you hit the curb.
“oh my fucking god.” toji mumbles, grabbing the back of your seat for purchase.
“i said no more talking!” you sneer, face growing hot from embarrassment.
for the lovely @honeybleed ‘s milestone collab event ! wrote this little drabble based on this song:
content: drugs, alcohol, strip club setting, no actual smut but def not pg
thinking about being his fav dancer at the club <3
toji always comes to the club alone. tall, broad, always clad in a suit. thick hands hands that remain perpetually stuck under the bikini tops of the girls keeping him company.
the older man likes to nurse a bottle on his days off, long fingers dwarfing the neck of a sweet liquor you can't pronounce. he smells like it the first time he walks by you on his way to the private dances he can't help but pay for every night. you wonder what his lips taste like.
his composure is iron solid. unbreakable. the man didn't bend for any drug, drink, or woman. not that you were stalking him (you were). you watch him down bottles that would put any normal man in the ER, taking casual swigs in between feeling up the gaggle of dancers fighting for his money. he doesn't seem dunk, not even once. brushing it off like he does every night.
you strategize, subtle yet deliberate. memorizing his schedule to a T, dolling yourself up a little extra on the nights he comes in. word from the other girls was that it was easy to get his attention-- the real challenge was keeping it.
you catch him looking at you across the dimly lit club one night, eyeing you up on stage while another girl feels him up over his dress slacks. his hands falter over her waist as you turn your back to him. a sign that maybe, just maybe, you've piqued his interest.
toji doesn't look away for a second, taking you in with practiced skill. you know he's locked in when he shoos the other dancer off, raising his glass to you in a way that herds you over like a lamb.
you feel warm all over when you straddle him, giggling at how strong his legs are. heat radiates off his body in waves. the man's lower half is spread wide and corded with muscle, holding your lower half up as you rub and grind all over him.
toji hisses at the bold display, tucking a wad of 100s into the seam of your bikini. a generous client, rare but appreciated. he leans in, husky voice cutting through the booming music.
“you new here?” he mumbles, slipping a single between your cleavage. you feel the pad of his thumb slip under the thin ties of your bottoms, rubbing back and forth in the junction between your heat and your thigh.
“no, you know that,” you tease, pivoting to straddle him cowgirl style.
"smart girl," he praises. "knows when she's got my attention."
the air hangs heavy with an unspoken promise as the near stranger continues to spoil you. slowly, you turn, dropping to your knees in front of him to sit at eye level with the part of him you've been curious about this whole time.
"might have a new favorite girl after tonight, huh?" he leers.
