fushiguro toji x reader
summary: toji just wants to make sure his pretty wife only has eyes for him
w/c: .4k
tags/warnings: suggestive content. implied smut. implied age gap. "daddy". probs a lil manipulation?? 18+
a/n: *shrugs* i am tired and delirious
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part two
*nsfw under the cut*
"am i in trouble?"
he's standing behind you, his hair tickling your neck as he plants kisses along the top of your shoulder.
"take a guess."
a shaky breath passes your lips.
"no?" you try hopefully.
he chuckles, heat fanning across your skin. "you're so cute, baby. take another guess."
you gulp, turning to face him, and your small hands reach up to the broad expanse of his chest. "'m sorry, daddy."
he smiles down at you. "do you even know what you're apologizing for? hm?"
"n-no," you admit shyly, your eyes swimming. "just hate when you're mad at me."
he wipes away the first tear that falls with his thumb before resting the back on his fingers against your cheek. "s'okay sweet heart. don't cry."
"but-"
"'m not mad at you. you probably didn't even realize you were doing anything wrong."
"then... then tell me what's wrong, maybe i can make it better." you look up at him all doe eyed and confused.
the sight makes his cock twitch.
"came home from work today and saw you were out tanning while the pool boy was here."
your eyes widened, mouth falling open with a gasp. "i- i didn't realize, daddy! i promise!"
he hums as if he's considering your words, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger and giving it the lightest tug.
"you sure you weren't showing off for him? wanting a younger man's attention?" he already knows the answer, but what's a bit of fun.
"n-n-never!" you stammer out, growing more and more flustered.
he loves his little wife, he really does, but he still relishes in it for a moment longer. your wet lashes and concerned pout have him straining against his pants.
"i knew it, my sweet girl. you're so good to me." he finally settles, kissing you on the nose. you beam up at him, grabbing his shirt and capturing his lips in yours eagerly.
he makes you dinner that night and cuddles you while watching some shitty romcom. he doesn't mind though. unbeknownst to you, all he can think about is how he's going to plow into that cute little pussy right in front of the window the next time the pool boy is over.
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