ᰔ older toji & his aching love for (x younger reader | 18 or older)
tags: jujutsu kaisen, toji zenin, anime, fluff, slight smut, short fic, wholesome, relationship, au, older man, grumpy x sunshine duo.
authors note: follow for more toji content! <3 ik this isn’t the best so bear with me.
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older toji x younger reader ꣑ৎ
“you’re too good for a man like me, doll.”
there was once no such thing as gentleness in toji's life. to him, being gentle didn’t get you anywhere, only heartbreak and embarrassment.
there was once no such thing as warmth. only the cold, hard floors of the zenin clan and the icy gazes he would receive from everybody around him
but then, he met you.
you were different than the usual people he was surrounded by. different than the cold, money hungry loan sharks and the cocky sorcerers that he would hunt down.
you were soft in a way that made toji a bit jealous. untouched by the worlds cruelty. you were still young enough to not know what exactly it is that you want in life, what you want to be, but old enough to know better.
the way you looked at him— at first, it made him feel confused, unsettled. why did you look at him with those beautiful eyes? those orbs that held warmth, innocence, and a kindness that came so naturally to you, an eagerness to please that almost disgusted him.
you had no reason to smile at him, to greet him and ask if he needed anything. and yet, you did anyways. he told himself to not think about it too much, you were just doing your job as a waitress. and yet, you managed to maneuver your way within his heart.
after that, toji had made it a habit to visit that little downtown restaurant more frequently. he would tell himself that it was simply for the food, but deep down, he knew he was hungry for more than some simple ramen.
on days where he had nothing to do, nowhere to be, he was there. on nights where he was finishing his work at nearly midnight, he’d be there. and you were always there, so inviting, and so gentle.
next thing he knew, you both began to have legitimate conversations. you would ramble about some prick who you had to serve, or about how you had spent an hour getting ready last week just for your plans to get canceled. little meaningless, and simple talks, that meant so much to toji.
he barely did any of the talking, he was a listener, giving small grunts of acknowledgement and little nods. maybe even a chuckle if you were lucky.
and when you would giggle or blush… god, it made him feel like he was doing something right for once.
that’s when he finally gave you his name. a piece of him that he usually didn’t share so easily, unless if it was for mere business or transactional purposes.
now, everytime toji would enter the little restaurant, and you were there? he would hear that sweet, soft voice.
“tojiii~!” you would chime, waving and smiling from behind the counter or as you were taking an order.
for the first time in forever… or probably ever, he felt like he mattered to someone, even if it was just simply offering company or a reason for someone to smile. he didn’t feel like a tool, a weapon, or a reject. he felt like he was worth something.
little chats in the restaurant shifted into text messages, phone calls, and even small dates at the park or a ran-down takeout place which toji claimed to have “the best takoyaki in tokyo.”, with questionable staff and presentation.
you were like a bundle of joy, a ray of sunshine, and he was a grey cloud, a human thunderstorm. and yet, you both aligned so perfectly.
toji eventually reached a point where he didn’t want to be away from you for too long. didn’t want to go home to his barely furnished apartment and sleep in his bed with nobody beside him. he knew you were good for him, maybe too good. you balanced him out and even taught him that it’s okay to let go for a bit, to give yourself the luxury of happiness. you taught toji that he deserves love, and he deserves to love.
after less than three months of establishing a proper, healthy commitment to you and officially making you his girl, he offered that you come and live with him.
he knew you were still living with your parents, parents who wouldn’t approve of a rough, older man like himself. but he didn’t care. he stopped caring what people thought of him long ago— well… except for you.
now, you both live together, in his small, cozy apartment which now has touches of you all over the place.
your smaller shoes sat next to his in a cute contrast. your purse hanging at the front door where his keys laid. your trinkets and accessories occasionally scattered around the perimeter.
you made a cold, empty apartment feel so warm and full of life with your things, with your presence.
toji barely ate takeout food anymore, because you would now make him home cooked meals. you bought a cookbook just so you could learn how to make his favorite things. that spoke to toji more than anything.
older toji loved the way his large, calloused hands felt on your soft skin and your body. the way his body practically dwarfed yours, even if you wore heals or stood on a stool.
you loved how big toji's arms were. the way they’d so effortlessly lift you and embrace you into a bear hug.
“flex your muscles, 'ji!” you’d plead with that cute smile that toji could just never resist.
toji would always roll his eyes and grumble, but he loved every second of it, a smirk on his lips. “you’re insatiable, baby.” he could playfully complain, all while complying with your demands and flexing his arms.
when you would make fun of how old toji was compared to you, basically ragebaiting him, he wouldn’t show that it bothered him at first, he’d simply give you that “really?” stare.
if you kept egging it on and teasing him, telling him that he’d grow grey hairs soon or would break a hip, toji would show you just exactly how “old” he really was.
“heh, you’re cute. what happened to runnin' that pretty lil mouth’a yours, hmm?” toji would taunt as he had you laying on your tummy in his bed, his muscular body pinned against your back as his thick cock pounded your pussy, making your ass jiggle and slap with each thrust, your sweet cream schlicking onto his shaft and balls with each fwop and slap.
“i-im sorry, toji! please— mmh!” you would whine as you grasped onto anything you could, a pillow, the sheets, his forearms. you would act all shocked from the outcome of teasing your boyfriend, but you enjoyed every bit of the “punishment” toji would give you, whether it was putting you over his knee and spanking that bratty ass, or fucking you around the house until you were put to sleep.
toji may be quite a bit older than you, but he can keep up. he knows better than those arrogant, clueless boys your age. he knows how to effortlessly make you laugh and smile, he knows your favorite chip flavor. he knows how to make your brain go blank when he fucks you. there’s never a time where toji lets you pay for anything. “don’t you worry about money, doll. you just stand there n' look like my pretty girl.”
he would fix things around the apartment, bring you home your favorite candy or snack if he went out, would call you at night if he was away during a mission.
older toji till this day doesn’t understand what he did to deserve such a sweet, perfect girl such as yourself, but he knows that he ain’t ever letting you go. he knows someday he will put a ring on that finger and take your last name, to give you a baby.
he was the storm, and you were the sun that would soon after come to wash the rain and clouds away.