┃your brother would kill you if he knew how dirty you get with his best friend.
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"Shut up. It's like you want to get caught."
his mouth is clamped on your face, trying to contain the moans escaping your mouth but his hand could only do so much. You're straddling his giant quads while he thrusts up into you from below.
It's 2am. You're supposed to be sleeping but instead, you're getting fucked by your brother's best friend. Your brother is sleeping a couple rooms down, completely unaware.
"Get off." he demands.
"Wha— why?"
"You don't know how to shut the fuck up."
He's lifting you off, but you clutch on to his shoulders, gluing yourself to him.
"I-I'm sorry, I'll shut up, please don't stop." you're so close to unraveling but it's just so, so hard to keep quiet. He reaches over to the foot of the bed and grab the panties he ripped off of you moments ago.
"Open."
You open your mouth and feel your own panties being shoved in your mouth. You look at him with wide, clueless eyes that ask him, "why?", but he thrusts up into you harshly, telling you to deal with it.
squelch squelch squelch
is all you hear right now, and the occasional groan from Toji. His hands hold your arms behind your back, leaving you helpless.
He's thrusting inside your warm cunt, fast and hard, chasing his own high. His mouth is slightly open, and his breath hits your shoulder blade, making you shiver.
"You're just gonna' let me use you like this? Huh?"
His hands move down to your ass, spreading you wide open so you can take all of him. You want to tell him it's too much, but you don't dare take the cloth out of your mouth; you know how mean he could be.
You resort to slapping him harshly on his chest, but he only slaps you right across the face. You whine loudly, arching your back in pain.
"Too much? Poor baby. Too bad you can't talk, huh?" he coos.
You love it. You love it so, so much. The way he's so much bigger than you made the sex 10x better, and he's so strong, putting you in whatever position he wanted you in.
"Can I fill you up, baby? Make you all mine?" how can you say no when he's asking so nicely?
You bob your head up and down, pleading him with your watery eyes. He comes so hard inside of you that his body is twitching aggressively in pleasure; his groans turned into soft moans, making you come all over him soon after. You both stay there, still dazed.
You take your panties out of your mouth, "Asshole," but you only earn a sharp slap to your ass.
knock knock knock
"Hey, is everything alright in there? Have you seen Toji?"
I guess the panties weren't as effective as Toji thought.
husband!toji who acts like nothing fazes him, but the second baby!gumi grabs his finger, he goes completely still, like he’s holding something fragile and sacred.
husband!toji who never smiles in public, barely reacts to anything, but at home? baby!gumi giggles once and he’s cracking the softest, rarest smile you’ve ever seen.
husband!toji who carries baby!gumi everywhere, one arm effortlessly holding him against his chest, like it’s second nature, like he was always meant to do this.
husband!toji who pretends he doesn’t understand baby talk, but still listens carefully when you ramble to baby!gumi, quietly memorizing every little thing that makes his son happy.
husband!toji who falls asleep on the couch with baby!gumi on his chest, one large hand covering the baby’s back protectively, like nothing in the world could take him away.
husband!toji who doesn’t trust anyone else to hold baby!gumi for too long, always watching closely, arms crossed, ready to step in the second something feels even slightly off.
husband!toji who hums quietly when rocking baby!gumi to sleep, not even realizing he’s doing it, his usual rough edges softening in a way no one else ever sees.
husband!toji who lets baby!gumi grab his hair, his shirt, anything, never once pulling away, just watching him with this quiet, unreadable fondness.
husband!toji who gets oddly competitive over firsts—first word, first step—pretending he doesn’t care, but secretly hoping baby!gumi says “dad” before anything else.
husband!toji who wakes up instantly at the smallest sound from baby!gumi, even before you do, already on his feet and checking on him without a word.
husband!toji who teaches baby!gumi the most random things, like how to grip properly or stay balanced, even as a baby, like he’s preparing him for everything.
husband!toji who sits quietly beside you while you feed baby!gumi, one hand resting on your thigh, the other lightly brushing over the baby’s head.
husband!toji who memorizes baby!gumi routines better than he lets on, knowing exactly when he’s tired, hungry, or just wants to be held without being told.
husband!toji who looks at you differently after is born, quieter, deeper—like you gave him something he never thought he’d have, and he doesn’t know how to say it.
husband!toji loves spanking you when you don't wear your ring...
truth be told, you do it on purpose. this isn't the first time he's bent you over for this reason, and it surely won't be the last.
"told you" smack! "not to" smack! "try this shit" smack! "again." smaaack! your pretty, tear covered face is pushed into the couch cushions, warm leather and toji's musk filling your nose. he's got you bent over his lap, ass high in the air, perfect for hitting.
how gravelly his voice gets when he's angry and turned on never ceases to make your panties wet. his boner is pressing into your tummy. knowing how much it turns him on when you misbehave, it's a surprise he actually expects you to listen to him.
"you know i don't like other guys hitting on you. that's my job."
'that's why i do it,' you think. you wiggle your ass at him in response, mainly because you can't use your mouth.
of course, it sets him alight (and makes his dick twitch a bit) "you think this is funny? do it again. i dare you."
everyone knows you don't say no to dares. you shake your ass again, but not without a giggle. considering the angry huff your husband let out, maybe it wasn't a good idea. you'll never know though, because he's already grabbed a fistful of your hair, strong hands yanking your head out the cushions.
the spanks that follow are unforgiving. the living room echoes with each impact, makes the flesh of your ass ripple before and after the next.
"bet this is what you want all those guys to do, huh?" you can't tell if he's saying it more to your or himself, voice low and pointed. "lookin' at my fuckin' wife."
"no toji, no," you whimper.
"fucking liar." smack! "admit you do it for attention, now."
you weakly shake your head, motions stifled by the hand in your hair.
"you want me to spank this pussy next?" your pussy's saying yes, your head is shaking no.
he doesn't give you time to reply, spanking hand moving to pull down your wetting panties. the cool air hits your slit, making you shiver. "fuck... look how pretty she is," he says, hypnotized. he shakes his head, snapping himself out of it. "too bad i have to spank her."
your slick and his hand make for a loud, filthy sound when he hits the soft skin. "toji! stop it!" "not until you admit it," he groans in your ear.
reluctantly, and with a tear or two, you say it: "i don't wear my ring for attention!" you whimper out. immediately, his motions stop. he's letting go of your hair, keeping you up by a loose grip on your neck instead.
"that's what i like to hear." his large thumb is caressing your cheek, gripping and rubbing that sting out. "there there, shh," he coos, attempting to stop the pain he caused. "if you just said it first, we wouldn't have this problem." still being a bastard, though.
"we both know that's a lie, toji." he grins at your little sniffle. "maybe i am lying." he knows he is. "well then, you need to apologize for it." his eyebrow quirks up, signature move for 'what the hell are you talking about.'
"and how should i apologize, wifey?" his rubbing motions have stopped, going back to massaging the doughy flesh like bread. "well," you say, wincing, "you could start by showing me what's in those boxers. it's been poking me this whole time."
the air becomes hot, like the ac is listening in. "only if you put the ring on." his eyes are clouded, knowing he's about to take his wife. "you can slide it on when you make me cum," you retort.
smiling, he picks you up, bare feet padding across the floor to the bedroom. it's things like that, silent 'yes's that made you fall in love with him. your pussy throbs against him, knowing it's about to be turned out by your hot husband.
fluff - baby!gumi waiting for up dad!toji to come home from work
“gumi. daddy’s coming home soon!”
megumi freezes from where he is currently playing (eating his blocks) in the middle of the living room floor. he is currently in the baby-toddler phase where he currently bears a shockingly similar resemblance to a little dumpling. with his round cheeks, belly and little legs poking out from beneath his froggie shorts.
one of his hands is clutching a half-eaten strawberry whilst the other is clutching onto his prized frog stuffie.
his big green eyes slowly widen.
“dada?”
“mhm.” you glance at the time on your phone. “daddy should be home very, very soon.”
and that’s it.
activity over.
megumi abandons his toys and charges (toddles) towards the front door with one focus, or rather person, in mind.
“baby, he’s not here yet.”
megumi plops himself down directly in front of it.
you stare at him. he stares back. utterly undettered.
“dada.”
“yes, dada. but not for another probably ten minutes.”
“dada.”
“ten minutes.”
“dada.”
“…okayyy.”
you grab your phone to collect evidence of this ridiculous favouritism. you were the one who birthed him, who breastfed him and suffered through him lightly nipping on your nipples. but nope. of course, he likes toji more.
you start recording.
“megumi,” you whisper from behind the camera. “gumiiiiiii…”
he turns to looks at you, unimpressed (probably because you’re not daddy).
“who are you waiting for?”
“DADA!”
megumi immediately looks back at the door. you nearly cackle aloud from how mussed his hair is and he resembles a sea urchin with his little hair spikes poking in all directions.
“look at this little urchin waiting for his daddy,” you narrate quietly. “he’s been abandoned. neglected. fatherless for approximately nine hours. poor little baby.”
megumi turns around.
“dada work.”
“yes, baby, daddy’s at work. we’ve clarified this about ten times already. but what’s the harm in the eleventh?”
“dada… money.”
you stifle a laugh, “what?”
“dada mak money.”
you burst out laughing so hard you almost fall onto your sides. apparently toji’s ‘very serious’ lectures explaining daddy has to go to work because daddy has to make money every morning has really stuck to the little dumpling.
“yes, baby. daddy went to make money.”
megumi nods. sometimes you wonder how a little baby can behave more mature than a 30 year old man…
finally, after what feels like centuries and millennias of waiting (it’s been 13 minutes), there is the unmistakable scrape of a key entering the lock.
megumi’s head snaps up.
you barely manage to relift your phone to record him.
“gumi-”
the door opens. and megumi absolutely loses his mind.
“DADAAAAAA!”
toji barely gets one foot through the doorway before a tiny human launches himself forward at maximum toddler speed - faster than the speed of light.
“woah there-”
toji drops his work bag just in time for megumi to crash directly into his leg.
“dada! dada! dada! dada!”
“hey, kid.”
toji bends down with a grunt and scoops him up with one arm. “miss me or somethin’?”
megumi has both round arms around his neck, nuzzling his little face into toji's muscly neck. “dada work.”
“yeah.”
“dada mak money. no money no food.”
toji slowly looks at you. you’re already wheezing behind the camera.
“hey, you were the one who taught him that,” you manage.
“financial literacy is very important. i’m being a good father by making sure he knows how to not be poor and to 'mak' money.”
“he’s only one.”
before toji can answer, gumi grabs his dad’s face with both hands and smooshes toji’s chiselled cheeks into a mush of skin.
“dada.”
“what.”
megumi beams that signature little smile. the one that could get him away with anything.
“home.”
toji’s entire face softens in a way that makes you want to poop rainbows and vomit glitter and fluff.
“yeah,” he murmurs. “daddy’s home.”
megumi immediately starts babbling about his ‘extremely busy’ day, where approximately seventy percent of the content is incomprehensible.
“fwoggie!”
“yeah?”
“mama nana. den stwawb’y. buh birdie out dere. twy eat stwawb’y. mama hit wif big stick and kill.”
(you merely shooed the bird away with your hand).
“no shit?”
“toji.”
“sorry.”
megumi gasps.
“shit!”
you stare at your husband. toji only smirks at you.
megumi, on the other hand, looks delighted with himself.
“shit!”
“great,” you mutter. “fantastic. wonderful. stupendous!”
“are we playing spelling bee now?”
“shut up. you’ve been here forty seconds and now he’s picked up a new swear word.”
toji’s mouth twitches, “what can i say? the kid’s smart.”
“the kid’s copying his annoying father.”
“exactly. smart.”
you finally stop recording just so you can smack his arm. (and to give toji his welcome home kiss).
A/N: i genuinely think i've forgotten how to write fanfic, because this was so buns. but at least i'm posting something after what like 8 months? ANYWAY HOW HAVE MY BABIES BEEN?!
you questioned as toji peeled your sleeping son off of your chest, carefully setting him down in his crib next to you. megumi let out his sweet little sleepy babbles before returning to sleep.
"s'my fuckin' turn." was all he said before plopping his large frame on top of yours while nuzzling his head into your neck and lazily wrapping his muscular arms around your waist.
you let out a small groan as he fell onto you, his incredibly heavy body nearly knocking the wind out of you, "oh my god toji get y'r fatass off f'me— I can't breathe."
"nah. that little shit wants to keep me up all night with his loud ass crying, then try 'n keep me away from my woman? 'm not moving hun."
"he's just a baby toji. YOUR son matter of fact."
"I don't give a damn, he's a greedy little shit."
"yeah because he's the greedy one that's crying on my chest right now because I haven't given him enough attention today." you rolled your eyes at the man who didn't even lift his head to argue back, and instead inhaled your scent as you spoke.
"it's been longer than a day, you haven't even kissed me all week." he responded in a gruff yet somewhat whiny voice.
you paused for a moment, trying to recollect a time you have kissed him this week, but your mind came up blank. were you really this preoccupied with your son that you hadn't even noticed how much your used-to-be-brute of a husband missed you?
"oh my... 'ji you're right..." you trailed off lost in thought. becoming a parent really does take a toll on you.
"yea. I've been changin' the brats’ diapers, feeding him, and showerin' him with all my love. what do I get? absolutely fuckin' nothing." he grumbled into your neck.
you almost laughed at how childish he sounded, but you held it in to tease comfort your needy husband.
"awww my poor baby is feeling so abandoned. m'sorry baby." you ran a hand through his hair and fought back your laughter.
toji's head shot up and he glared down at you, "you really teasing me right now mama?"
you pursed your lips in order not to smile in his face, but it failed miserably, causing toji to begin lifting himself off of you in annoyance, maybe even a bit of embarrassment. you wrapped your arms around his neck causing him to pause midway, "okay okay im sorry 'ji !" you said through giggles, before calming your self down.
"no you aren't. whatever 'm sleepin' on the couch—"
you pulled his face down yours before pressing a sweet kiss onto his lips.
pulling away slowly, you batted your lashes up at your less angry husband, "don't go. I missed you too."
toji felt himself fall apart right then and there. after the all long nights feeding megumi, grumpy mornings leaving for work, and lonely afternoons he spent away from you cause he had to watch the annoying brat while you took a much needed nap, he was finally back in your arms.
who cares if it was pathetic. the man missed his wife.
god forbid a man misses his wife. anyways its finally the weekend yall so im gonna try and update as much as possible!!
your son had tap-danced on your last nerve for the last month and you were inches away from snapping.
from mouthing off over simple instructions to getting in trouble at school.
you were at your wit's end.
this time you were arguing with him about how you caught him stealing your car last night to take a drive with his girlfriend.
"i don't know why you're complaining, the car doesn't even have any scatches." he huffed, head propped up by his elbow as he sat at his desk.
"that's not the point! you took the car without permission, which is disrespectful. i didn't even tell your father because i wanted to have a proper conversation with you." you explained, trying not to yell.
"and? you're wasting your breath, i brought the car back. you should be thankful, nag." he mutters, turning around to face his laptop.
you felt like you wanted to scream. well, until your husband appeared. he slammed the laptop shut, turning your son's chair to face him.
"look at me, brat," toji spoke quietly, but the air was tense. your son slowly looked up, nervousness washing over him.
"do you know who the fuck you're talking to?" he asked, but it wasn't a question.
"that is my wife. you disrespect her, you disrespect me." he leaned in, almost nose to nose with your son. "disrespect her again and you will face me. understood?" toji's voice had lost that natural ego, now full of discipline and edge.
"u-understood." your son spluttered, face pale and hands shaking.
your husband stood up straight, walking over to you and kissing your forehead. "dinner's almost ready, my love."
S Y N O P S I S ... toji is convinced that youre obsessed with choso and doesn't realize how obvious he's being about his jealousy. too bad he doesn't realize the feelings are mutual. and too bad he's taking out his jealousy on poor choso (send help ( ._. )"" )
A U T H O R ' S N O T E ... upon anon req! sorry if it's a little ooc, i don't write for toji often and as usual, she is not proofread ;( still! i hope you enjoyy w/c 1.5k
creds! dividers by cursed-carmine, pictures and art from pinterest!!
taglist! @iwouldbesopleased @snooki-doodle
"yo toji, do you know where-"
"no idea."
toji walks out of the kitchen the second choso comes in and everyone hears the way the former slams his door. choso sweat drops as he looks to gojo and geto for any clarity. "did i do something?"
gojo and geto, who were sitting at the table enjoying cereal, only shrug; both as equally confused as choso. "did u lace his shit or something?" gojo asks, mouth full of cereal and practically spraying it everywhere, causing geto to reprimand him. "don't speak with your mouth full, idiot." gojo merely ignores him and continues to speak as he eats, "shut up, mom."
choso ignores their regular bickering and answers, "he hasn't gotten anything from me in a while, actually."
geto suggests, "maybe it's just one of those moods. y'know how he gets."
the three of them try to shrug it off, oblivious to the real reasoning behind toji's sour mood. toji has always made it a habit to keep an eye on you, especially at parties, and from his observations, he has come to the conclusion that you have the biggest, fattest, most annoying crush on choso. everytime you were at parties with him, you always asked if choso was going to be there; "where's choso?" "do y'know if choso's coming?" "i need to ask choso something!"
in truth, you only ever asked for choso because recently, you had started helping him out with his selling. especially win finals were beating everyone's ass, more and more people wanted something to take the edge of. he was the most well known source on campus so it was only natural he had more people but he could not keep up with the orders, or really anything, for the life of him. so you helped him track everything and whatnot. plus, choso gave you freebies in return so it was a win-win!
honestly, if you weren't as cute as you were, toji would've found you infinetly more annoying. and as much as he wants to hate you, he knows he can't fault you for some crush on his friend.
so instead, he'll hate choso.
it started out as little things, such as trying to avoid him. but eventually, his jealousy and resentment festered into something harsher, and even more annoying to deal with for the frat. and especially for choso.
"listen man," choso starts, "i don't know what i did for you to act like this but this shit's getting old. what the hell did i do to you?"
"not a damn thing," toji practically spits out. on his way out of the frat house, he purposely bumped his shoulder against choso's, causing the latter to falter slightly before toji leaves, letting the door slam behind him.
choso curses under his breath in annoyance before falling onto the couch in exhaustion. it had been more than two weeks of this behavior and toji still won't tell anyone anything about why he suddenly hated choso's entire being. sukuna walks into the living room after hearing the loud slam. he sees choso sprawled on the couch in exasperation and puts the pieces together.
"toji again?" sukuna asks. choso only grunts out a response before he fumbles around in his pocket for a pre-roll and lighter. placing the stick in his mouth, he fights with his lighter until sukuna comes up to him and lights it for him with his own lighter. choso mumbles a "thanks" and inhales before blowing the cloud of smoke away from sukuna.
"and you're sure you didn't lace his shit?" sukuna jokes.
"i wish i had," choso grumbles, already fed up with the entire situation.
"y'know if him and yn broke up or something?" sukuna asks, taking a seat on the couch as well.
"didn't even know they were dating. where'd you get that from?"
"maybe they aren't then. you would think with the way toji eyeballs her during parties that he's made it official by now," sukuna replies. "but she's probably your best bet to getting to the bottom of this. he's pretty much obsessed with the girl so maybe he told her why he's soo pissed at you."
choso looks almost shocked that sukuna's plan was actually kind of good. "y'know if she's coming to party tonight?"
"should be, she never misses these parties," sukuna says.
just as they thought, you show up at the party fashionably late and all dolled up. you greet all of your friends and was about to head over to toji, who you saw towering over the crowd of people in the distance, before choso approaches you.
from toji's perspective, choso is yet again cock-block of the year. he was standing a fair distance from you with sukuna with choso blocks his view of you and pulls you out of the crowd and, ultimately, away from him. toji grips the can of beer harder, enough for the crinkle of the metal to be heard. sukuna, who saw the entire thing and the way toji reacted merely chuckled before taking a swig of his own drink. so that's what this is about, sukuna thinks to himself.
"why don't you just talk to her," sukuna offers. "you haven't seen her in a while right?"
toji is gruff in his response, "exam season's a bitch. she's had back to back finals so i haven't had a chance."
"here's your chance then, romeo," sukuna laughs, elbowing his friend and urging him to catch up to you. "yn and choso are just friends. i think everyone but you knows that she has a crush on you."
"shut up, man," toji says in annoyance, chugging the remainder of his drink.
"it's true. in fact, im so certain that you should go and tell her everything. and give choso a break, damn. i haven't seen that guy so stressed out since his kid brother got shipped off to that charter school."
the two laugh at the memory, it was a while ago when choso found out that yuji itadori was getting sent to some technical school for highschool. choso seriously thought he was never going to see him again since it was some fancy abroad program. poor guy was practically pulling his hair out in stress.
in truth, toji felt bad about the whole thing. choso was one of his closest friends and he knows it was petty of him to be going to such lengths just because of some wack hypothesis. as much as he hates to admit it, sukuna was right. he hands his friend his empty can before heading off to the direction you went it. toji was going to apologize to choso but first, he was going to ask you out on a real date.
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choso pulls you to the back patio where it was more quiet, with only a few people out there but there was still music playing so no one could hear your conversation.
"hey cho! what's up?" you ask.
"have you talked to toji recently?" choso begins, "has he told you anything about me?"
you hum in thought, "in all honesty, i haven't seen him in a while. our schedules havent been lining up recently. but why do you ask? did something happen between the two of you?"
choso lets out a sigh, "i wish i knew. the past two weeks he's just been on my dick for no reason."
you can't help but giggle at that, "well that does sound like him."
the dark haired male shakes his head. "this is different than those times," he disagrees. "he's like, actually pissed off at me. usually whenever he gets like this, he's over it within a few days. but it's been going on like this for way too long for it to be something simple."
this catches your attention; yes, toji had his moods and would often just ignore it before it ultimately fizzled out and he was back to normal. but more often than not, these little mood swings of his would last no more than a couple days. it was unlike him to ignore one of his closest friends like this.
"i'll go find him and see if i can get to the bottom of this for you, cho," you tell him. choso visibly relaxes in relief and pulls you into a hug in grattitude. you return it easily and rub his back, reassuring him that this would blow over. from your position, you looked up to see toji a good few feet away with an unreadable look on his face. you pull away from choso with a smile and go to wave toji down only for him to turn away with such a furious look it almost made you flinch. choso turns around just in time to see toji rushing off and he also pieces the entire situation together. he drags his hands down his face in frustration just as you excuse yourself to go hunt down toji.
you push and shove past the sea of bodies trying to find toji. by the time the crowd parts just enough for you to squeeze through, you see toji at the makeshift bar making out with a girl. you don't know why your chest hurts to see the way he grips her waist and pulls her even closer. you had no claim on him, you knew this. but some part you—some stupid, idiotic part— had thought that you would be fine with that. you could have toji even if it wasn't officially. though, no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself, the ache in your chest just wouldn't fade away.
ta-daaa omg first toji fic,, how do we like (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
edit!! alright party people part two is out :DD read her here!!
SYNOPSIS: Toji’s picking you up from college at the end of the day, grabbing a lot of attention from bystanders, who are mostly girls...
TAGS: Olderbf!Toji x Youngergf!reader, age gap, jealous reader, College AU, comfort/maybe light angst at most, Toji's a bit cocky (Isn't he always?).
WC: 1,6k
The lecture hall doors spilled students out in waves, voices overlapping, laughter bouncing off the concrete, the kind of late-afternoon chaos that came with finally being done for the day.
You stepped out with them, adjusting your bag on your shoulder, already half in your own head. Thinking about assignments, what you’d eat, whether Toji would actually be on time or show up ten minutes late like he often did.
Halfway down the steps you spotted him
Toji Fushiguro
Toji was exactly where he said he’d be— parked just off the curb like he owned the space, like the entire campus had just rearranged itself around him without asking permission.
He was leaning against the driver’s side door, arms crossed, one ankle hooked casually over the other. His shirt dark, fitted, sleeves pushed up just enough, clung in a way that wasn’t accidental, even if he’d never admit he cared. The late sun caught along the edge of his jaw, the faint shadow of stubble, the sharp line of his nose.
He looked… unfair.
And he knew it.
You could tell by the way he wasn’t even trying to hide it.
His gaze moved lazily over the crowd, not searching. Never searching. But aware. Always aware. Like he could feel eyes on him and didn’t mind it one bit.
Because there were eyes on him.
A cluster of girls stood not far off, clearly pretending to be in the middle of a conversation that had absolutely nothing to do with him, except it obviously did.
“Is he waiting for someone?”
“God, look at him—”
“He’s— wow.”
“I wouldn’t complain—”
One of them laughed a little too loud. Another tucked her hair behind her ear, stealing another glance. Toji caught it. Of course he did.
His mouth tilted— just barely. Not a full smile. Not even close. Just that subtle, knowing smirk that said yeah, I see you looking.
He didn’t move toward them. Didn’t say anything. But he didn’t shut it down either.
He just… let it happen.
Let them look. Let them whisper. Let them wonder. Like it was something he was used to. Like it was something he enjoyed.
Something in your chest tightened.
You told yourself it didn’t matter. It didn’t mean anything. He wasn’t doing anything wrong—he was just standing there. But still. They were your age.
Easy, bright, pretty in that effortless, put-together way. The kind of girls who didn’t look like they’d just sat through two hours of notes and stress and fluorescent lighting.
And him?
He looked like he belonged somewhere else entirely. Older. Sharper. Like he’d already lived through things you hadn’t even touched yet.
For a second, you hesitated. It was small. Barely noticeable. But it was there.
Then his eyes found you. Instantly. Like everything else blurred out the second you stepped into his line of sight.
The smirk shifted— softened, just a fraction, and he pushed off the car, uncrossing his arms.
“Finally,” he said as you got closer, voice low, casual. “Thought you ditched me.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way you could still feel those girls watching now that you were the one walking up to him. “Class ran late.”
“Yeah?” he muttered, already reaching for your bag. “Or you just like makin’ me wait?”
“Please,” you scoffed, but you let him take it anyway.
His fingers brushed yours for half a second. Warm, solid, before he slung the bag into the backseat like it weighed nothing. He opened the door for you without thinking about it. Routine. Familiar.
Like this— you— fit into his life without question.
You slid into the passenger seat, trying not to glance back at the group of girls.
You failed. They were definitely looking now. At you. At him. At the two of you together. Your stomach twisted.
The door shut, cutting off the outside noise, but not the feeling.
The car started, engine humming low as Toji pulled away from the curb. For a while, neither of you said anything.
You watched the campus pass by through the window, your reflection faint in the glass—eyes a little too distant, mouth set in a way that didn’t feel natural. Your fingers fidgeted with the edge of your sleeve. You hated that you cared.
But it lingered anyway. The way they’d looked at him, the way he hadn’t exactly discouraged it. The way it felt like maybe… maybe they fit into his world more easily than you did.
Toji’s gaze flicked toward you.
Once.
Twice.
A third time, longer.
He noticed everything. You knew that.
“Alright,” he said finally, voice cutting through the quiet. “What’s with that face?”
You didn’t turn. “What face?”
“That one,” he replied immediately. “The one you get when you’re thinkin’ too much and not sayin’ any of it out loud.”
You huffed softly. “You’re imagining things.”
“Mm.” He didn’t sound convinced. “Try again.”
“It’s nothing,” you insisted, a little sharper this time.
He clicked his tongue under his breath, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he’s trying to remain patient. He doesn’t like not knowing what’s up with you.
“I don’t like ‘nothing.’”
You stayed quiet. The car slowed. Not all the way, just enough to make you notice.
“Look at me,” he said.
You didn’t.
A beat passed.
Then, quieter— but heavier:
“Hey.”
You sighed, turning your head just enough to meet his eyes and seeing the genuine concern in them, even if he tried not to let it show too much.
“Talk.”
Something in your chest gave way a little. “It’s just…” You hesitated, then looked away again. “Back there.”
“The campus?”
You nodded. Another pause.
“…Those girls.”
Toji let out a short breath that almost sounded like a laugh.
“They were staring at you,” you added, looking down at your hands in your lap. The words coming out smaller than you meant. “Like… a lot.”
“Yeah,” he said easily.
You blinked, thrown off by how casual he sounded. “Of course they were.” A shrug, one hand loose on the wheel. “I’m good-looking.”
You turned to him fully this time, irritation flaring. “You’re unbelievable.”
That got a reaction. A real one.
His mouth curved, slow and amused, but his eyes sharpened when he saw your expression— really saw it. The quiet. The tension. The way your shoulders had pulled in just slightly.
“You jealous?” he asked.
The question landed heavier than it should’ve.
You hesitated. That was all he needed.
“Aww,” he drawled, smirk widening just a fraction. “Look at you. All pouty over me.”
“Shut up,” you muttered, but there was no bite behind it. If anything, it made it worse. Because now he knew. And for some reason— He looked like he liked it.
Not in a cruel way. Not like he was mocking you. But like it did something to him. Something warm. Something satisfied.
The car slowed again. Then turned. Then stopped.
You glanced around, realizing you weren’t home yet, just parked off to the side of a quieter street, the world suddenly feeling smaller, more contained.
“Toji—”
“C’mere.”
His hand came up, fingers hooking gently under your chin before you could pull away, tilting your face back toward him.
This time, the teasing had thinned. That cocky expression wiped from his face.
There was still a hint of it— but underneath, something steadier. More grounded. “Those girls don’t matter,” he said.
You swallowed.
“They’re not you.” His thumb brushed lightly along your jaw, grounding, deliberate. “And I don’t want them.”
Your breath hitched.
“If I wanted someone else” he continued, leaning in just enough that his voice dropped, warm and low near you, “I’d be with someone else.”
Your heart stuttered.
“But I’m not.” His grip softened, but didn’t leave.
“I’m here,” he murmured. “Pickin’ you up. Every day.”
Closer now.
“Yeah?” He murmured, his voice getting huskier as the distance between your lips slowly got smaller. His eyes moving down to your lips before looking back at your eyes, waiting for an answer.
You nodded, barely. That seemed to settle something in him. “Good.”
And then he kissed you. Slow. Intentional.
Not rushed, not careless, like he was proving a point without needing to say anything else.
His hand slid from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you closer before resting there, thumb moving in a slow, steady rhythm, back and forth, back and forth. Reassuring without being overwhelming.
You leaned into him without thinking. One of your hands moving to his chest.
When he pulled back, his forehead hovered close to yours, his expression quieter now, but still sharp around the edges.
“Don’t hide that shit from me,” he said softly. “If something’s eating at you, I wanna know.”
Your fingers curled lightly into his shirt.
“…Okay.”
He watched you for a second longer, like he was making sure you meant it. Then he hummed, satisfied.
His hand moved from the back of your neck to your thigh as he leaned back into the driver’s seat again, thumb now brushing against your thigh.
“Good,” he repeated. And under his breath, almost too low to catch, “Means you care.”
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A/N: Do we want a part 2 where Toji fucks the thoughts out of your pretty little head? Currently working on some more trueform!Sukuna fics for you guys... Can't believe my man finally got animated. ON MY KNEES FOR HIM.
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