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satoruhour · 3 months

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Can I request Toji x reader smut (established relationship) where Toji’s dick slips out and the reader puts it back in?

CAN’T BE OUT A SECOND LONGER !?

a/n: :3 / tagging @jabamin @kizoken @kentophilia @redskyvenus @screampied ✶

warnings: soft dom!toji, fem!reader, reader deep in sub space, slight daddy kink, implied oral (both f and m receiving), sex under the influence, unprotected p → v sex, pussy slapping, breeding / creampie kink, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

it’s simply too difficult seeing toji in proper attire, especially when he’s attending your brother’s wedding in a suit and tie, something he reserves for truly important events like these. otherwise, he’d just be in his sweatpants and compression shirt.

not that he didn’t look good in that — but it was eye-opening when he made the effort to get a suit jacket and waistcoat with a tie that matched your dress, hanging off his arm while you watch your brother go crazy on the dance floor.

“you okay there, doll?” his voice is soft over the booming sound system but you catch the concern laced in his words, knowing you had quite a few glasses of wine and mixed other types of liquor with the groom’s toast. “we can head back if you want.”

it’s all that you want but you want to do it discreetly, trailing a hand down his toned arm to twine your fingers with his. with a turned head toward him, you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“yeah . . let’s. i wanna—” toji isn’t fully sober either, the intoxication contributing to the blurriness of everyone else while your face stays in ultra focus; your exposed clavicle, your pouty lips. he can already feel himself getting semi-hard.

“you wanna what?”

you’re able to walk back to your hotel room, but with a giddy smile and laughter from your throat, pressing a firm hand against your lipsticked lips with a frown.

“no, not while you have alcohol in your body—”

you push his hand away, latching onto broad shoulders and making sure you appear as sober as you can to him, “what’s with a little alcohol, toji? you couldn’t find our floor in the elevator earlier either.”

teasing is your forte, moving a hand up and down his chest, over his waist, unbuttoning his waistcoat — and it’s true; toji’s a little gone as well, asking you a few more times until you’re shaking him by his lapels and telling him to “get naked already!”

that warrants a laugh from toji and he gives into you, definitely more open to drinking with you before you two get it on because he notices how everything just sends his skin ablaze: your mouth around his tip, his tongue slurping up your juices.

toji’s on cloud nine when you sink down on his cock, easing it into your waiting cunt after the many, many minutes of prep. your moans mingle with your boyfriend’s grunts, hyper aware of his hands that wrap around your waist to help you.

“cunt so t-tight, sweetheart, thought i stretched you out enough—” you’re silent, already half gone from the liquor in your body that it heightens your senses the same way it does to toji. with a hand, you guide him into you, whining softly at the small amount of pain it harbours.

“slow . . baby, don’t rush,” his words sound miles away when he speaks, eyes locked onto your bent body and your ass on display as you start to bottom out, “that’s it, you got it— good girl.” he maps out the line down your back, your tilted head, admiring you with one hand behind his head along the headboard; and when you start bouncing when he fully appreciates the high of whiskey.

the way your gummy walls hug his length, the fluttering your pussy does around his cock, the jiggle of your ass once you start moving — nothing compares to your moans though, hands forming marks on his thighs from how tightly you hold onto them.

“t-toji . . nngh—” incoherent sentences leave your lips, every hump of your hips providing a little friction for your clit. “s’good, daddy . .”

“is it now?” toji hums at the nickname and smiles to himself, admiring the transparent webs of your cum that sticks to your ass and his pelvis. instinctively his hips move up to meet yours, chuckling deeply when you lurch forward and moan loudly at the way he splits you open, so much so that you can feel him against your cervix.

“you just stay there, baby, i’ll do the work,” he grunts out and stays true to his word, planting his feet down just so he can thrust up into you. your body moves with his, eyes rolling to the back of your head and legs spreading even more, but his hips are just too eager to feel your tight pussy around him that his cock slips out with a sloppy shlick.

your annoyed whine makes the other laugh again, but before he can reach forward to help you, you’re helping yourself, looking back at him dizzily and then to his pelvis, feeling around for his cock. you stroke it a few times and tap it against your folds, the dim lighting of the bedroom illuminating your skin and figure so perfectly.

“oh, f-fuck— you’re giving daddy a show, hm?” he says, words just above a whisper, watching how your hips grind against him. but being turned away from him has you having a little more difficulty, tip slipping out every few times toji tries to ram into you and he watches in awe with every time you glance back at him through hooded lids and lolling tongue.

and every time you’re scrambling back to get his length into you, to trail his throbbing tip along your slit to stretch yourself out, to roll your hips with disgusting squelching noises that emphasised how needy you were.

“tojiii . .” you sob when it happens again and toji’s pleasantly surprised to see you close to crying, eyes welling with tears in frustration. you just want him close, but your body’s already too loopy and too fatigued to hold yourself up so toji pulls on you with a tsk.

“dramatic princess, c’mon, i got ya,” from here you can see just how much of a mess you made — juices smeared all over your inner thighs, cunt still leaking, “but i need you t’do somethin’ for me, yeah?”

you sigh as his arm wraps around your middle and his other pulls on your knee so one leg is pulled to your chest; a good enough position, as long as he could fuck you in it. “what is it?”

there’s a certain pout in your voice that he catches, “help daddy get his cock back in you, baby.”

“but—”

“don’t worry,” toji soothes you with a kiss to your temple, adjusting you to properly accommodate you atop of body. not that he couldn’t handle your weight, oh, it was something he loved, but he only hopes you know what’s in store from the very first time you showed him how much you loved his cock in you that it almost brought you to tears.

he needs to see your focused face as you ease him into you, see that focused expression fall into pure ecstasy and a long, languid moan leave your lips as you totally surrender to him. you tick all the boxes soon after, reaching blindly for him while you both watch as you rub his pulsing dick along your sensitive clit; the other has to teasingly buck his hips to get your head back in the game.

“need to feel you ’round me, pretty girl, c’mon. don’t waste time,” he rasps out next to your ear, seeing the bite of your lip through his peripheral as you shamelessly whine at the entrance, sounds coming to a halt when you’re halfway through his length, and then a beautiful arch of your back when your boyfriend bottoms out in you.

“t-toji— mmgh—!”

“use your big girl words, baby.”

but he starts moving and you simply can’t, each vein, each twitch of his cock you can feel it with your sopping pussy as the room starts to smell like sex and sweat. toji holds both your legs, now, making sure you have a clear view of his hips fucking up into yours and relishes in how he’s already rendered you speechless.

“makin’ ya feel good? huh?”

“y-yeah . . daddy . . you feel so fucking g-good,” you barely manage to speak, not noticing the slight stutter he has when the nickname falls from your lips, but you do notice when his pace becomes regular and faster, panting out when your hand starts to rub at your clit. every slap of his pelvis against yours is like a reminder of toji’s overpowering strength over you, holding you up so easily, back curved to fit into his front perfectly.

“you feel so goddamn good too, princess,” he breaths out, feeling your rub circles into your clit and his eyes zone in on how his cock moves in and out of your cunt, taking him so nicely and pliantly that he feels his heart swell, “you know i can never get enough of y’r pussy.”

your heart and pussy pounds harder at that, fully letting your head rest along his shoulder while your body rocks limply along with his thrusts. toji can’t resist giving you kisses along your jawline, sending even more shivers down your whole body before he asks something of you.

“slap your pussy for me, doll,” he grunts into your ear and instantly feels you clench, able to feel his smile against your jawline, “so, soo filthy, just f’me.” you nod, each breath you take a moment of anticipation with someone as gruff but gentle as toji.

“now, spank it.” you obey, giving your pussy a few timid slaps until he releases one leg and shows you how it’s done — harsh, rough slaps against your clit that sends jolts of electricity, and your legs shake in his hold. his laugh is just sadistic, but you love every moment of it, even more so when he spanks your pussy again.

that paired with the noisy pap! pap! pap! sounds of skin slapping has your eyes rolling into your skull together with a convulsing body, not even able to give toji a proper warning before his hand lands on your core on a particularly hard spank and you’re cumming with a cry of his name, squirting all over the sheets and gushing over his cock.

multiple yes’s linger on your lips that it merges together into god knows what, “toji, toji— yesyesyes—” and like a good boyfriend, he talks you through until your pussy calms down and your stomach stops heaving, but god, you needed more.

your hips never stop grinding against his and toji takes it as a sign to chase his high, abandoning your clit before he slams into you like an animal, obscene squelches only highlighting how all of your cum was spraying everywhere. toji bites down into your neck and you gasp both in pain and pleasure, letting your body be used by him until his hips jerk.

“want to be buried in this fucking pussy forever,” it’s strained when he says it and groans when your cunt clenches around him. and it’s not long before he’s spilling his load, so thick and hot into your womb. it just fills you to the brim, little whimpers and mewls weasel themselves out of your throat before it’s taken by toji, a kiss that has you feeling like fire. “love my baby’s pussy, love you.”

“l-love you too, daddy,” you say with a giggle before turning your body over and you can feel his cum start to dribble out, eyes cloudy with the wanton need of more before you start to move down.

a swirl of your tongue, a hiss from toji, “and i love his cock, too.”

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ladytheoris · 1 year

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Toji loved pampering you with everything he has got; cash and his body. If it wasn't for his immense ego and the pride he held hearing you moan his name when he fuck you in every position possible, nothing would explain the anklet with his initials on your cherished ankles which now hangs on his shoulder.

He loves the way he hears the little trinkets make the rhythmic sound when he pounds into you. The way they hang graciously on his shoulder when he eats you out like it was his last meal. The way you moaned his name when he went a bit deep and hard than usual.

He loves how exhausted you look after he fucked you out. And his lullaby is yet again these rhythmic tinkling of the trinkets when you wrap your sore body within his.

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pashminalamb · 2 years

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𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝟏/𝟐)

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐉𝐨𝐜𝐤!𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝟐𝟏)

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 (𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞/ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭) , 𝟏𝟖 + 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 : 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 (𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐩.𝟐)

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 : 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟓.𝟐𝐤.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

୨⍣୧｡ (𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭… 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝!! 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! <𝟑

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢. 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞?

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧! 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲! 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡?), 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝), 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 (𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞), 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 (𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞), 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 '𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞' 𝐚𝐧𝐝 '𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥' 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬.

Making mistakes was important to grow as a person.

Mistakes were good, it was a lesson for next time you made a bad decision.

But college students? Bad choices made the best stories. At least… if they had a fun and happy ending. Or you thought was the case.

The first mistake was going to a party with your friends. There were better things you could have done with your time like catching up on sleep that you lost during assignments, watching a show that you were itching to watch, just anything rather than being sober behind the wheel while your friends had had their share of fun with alcohol.

The second mistake was graver than the first; for you had rejected the option to go back, giving into the coaxes of your friends.

“I’m telling you, you’ll have fun.” , “Why do you want to sit cooped up in that room anyway?” , “let loose girl. A little fun never hurt anyone.”

Yet that little fun is what ruined you which brought you to the third bad decision you had made for the night; running into Zenin Tōji. Although attractive and the heir of old money, stealing the hearts of girls as he would give a sweet smile scoring a basket for the team, he was equally cruel and unscrupulous, making them cry once he was done playing with them. Yet the situation still remained the same, after all, who could resist the seduction of a man as handsome, built and mysterious as he was?

Choosing to just go with orange juice instead since you were the driver for the night, you took your cup and stood in the lonely corner of the room, hand reaching into your pocket to grab your phone. Might as well kill some time was what you had planned until it was interrupted by one of the invites.

“Hey cutie. Haven’t seen you around here before?”

“Yeah, not interested, beat it.” You said, scrolling through your social media pages. Nothing interesting, just people posting about the fun they were having at the party.

“Playing hard to get huh… have dealt with those before. Moan like bitches in bed later on.” he said, breath smelling of hard liquor as he leaned into you, grasping your hand in a firm grip. With a twist of your arm you threw the cup of juice on his face breaking away from his firm grip. Throwing the cup aside you were quick to take a picture of the man in front of you, the flash catching the attention of the crowd.

“Seems like this is gonna go on the college bulletin board. ‘Creep harasses a woman at a party; despite being rejected.’ Think you’re gonna get ‘bitches’ after pulling a stunt with me? I’m surprised you even get laid. Or is that just a claim you’re making, cherry boy?” you taunted, causing the crowd to laugh at him.

“Fuck you.” He said, flipping you off as he left.

“I don’t do trash.” you called out, as the murmuring of the party resuming spread.

“Now that’s a sight to behold.”

Turning around you were surprised to see a poised Tōji, one hand in his pocket while the other held onto a bottle of Hennessy.

What was he even doing here. Tōji was known to make a guest appearance, he was never one to be found in parties where he didn’t fit the scene. There was always something in return if he was there.

“Pray tell what brought you here, Zenin? Thought you didn’t do parties?” you shot back, turning around to face him. Chuckling, Tōji placed the bottle on his lips, taking a swing from it. He was known for having an abnormal alcohol tolerance, barely able to get drunk on it, sending guys home defeated if they dared to challenge him to a drinking contest.

“Whose house do you think this is?” he asked, gesturing to the room around him that was in chaos. Looking in the far corner of it, you saw the peek of a family portrait hanging on the wall.

You were in the Zenin estate. Embarrassed, you clicked your tongue in annoyance. Of course your friends had to attend a party, but they didn’t bother to tell you whose it was and you never bothered to ask, assuming it was just another party with an excuse to get drunk.

“Don’t go getting disappointed in me, Barbie.” Tōji teased, taking a step in front of you.

“Don’t call me that.”

“You’ll get used to it. Can’t bother to remember names anyway.” he shrugged. “As a token of apologies since you got… caught up in trouble with a creep in my house, allow me to drop you home.” he added, hand in front of him as an offer for you to take.

Since when was he such a gentleman?

“Alright Zenin. What’s the catch?” you questioned, eyes narrowed. There is no way Tōji was taking you home, especially where he didn’t have something in return.

“Relax, Barbie. What’s wrong with a guy wanting to take a girl home? I’m not saying that you don’t look… “ he trailed eyeing you up and down, “decent. It’s the least I can do after the scene that just happened at my house, despite an open invite and not knowing who was gonna come in. Don’t want that to happen again when you go back home do you?”

Scoffing at his crassness, you were quick to reject his offer.

“I’m a big girl, Zenin. I know how to take care of myself. I have to drive my friends home tonight. So no thanks.” You said, waving him off. Raising an eyebrow at you, Tōji tried to speak, only to be interrupted with the ringing of your phone.

“And that’s my cue. Thank you for the offer, but I decline.” you said, turning to leave with the eagerness to get out of his presence. Taking your friend by the arm and using the strength of your shoulder you took her out of the estate much to Tōji’s amusement.

Such a big girl indeed.

It didn’t take long for Toji to become every part of your life, from interrupting your lunch to running into you outside of your classes to walking behind you when you left for your dormitory. Your perspectives had begun to change on Toji. He wasn’t the one for small talk or rather any kind of talk. Daring to bring up the topic of his scar had caused him to be much more silent for more than half of the day causing him to be distant. He hated that he was a Zenin, so you resorted to calling him just Toji. He was pursuing business school to make his own money, fulfilling the wish to finally break away from his family. He didn’t have any friends, the only person fond of him was Naoya who was the youngest and at home; the only thing he had for company was his betta fish. Over a course of five weeks, Toji had begun to grow over you.Maybe you had judged a book by its cover.

“Game. Tomorrow night.”

Looking at the man who had made himself comfortable on the park bench of the campus as you fetched yourself a drink from the vending machine, you quirked an eyebrow.

“So what am I supposed to do with that?”

“You know.” was all he said, crossing his arms over his chest, throwing his head back.

“If you’re implying that I come to your game, you should just say so, Toji.” you replied, opening the can, taking a seat a few meters away from him.

Leaning over to you, he placed two fingers under your chin, making you look into his emerald eyes with the turn of your head. Gaze snapping from his eyes to his lips from the words he uttered. “Pretty please, Barbie?”

Lying awake in bed that night, you felt your heart race, remembering the way Toji’s lips moved around the words ‘pretty’ and ‘please’. You knew he was only teasing, but your heart said otherwise. You knew better than to be attached to a man like that. It was pointless and would only end up in heartache.

Yet, you had gone to the game that night, which would prove to be your fourth mistake. Scoring a basket on the buzzer beater, the crowd went wild as Toji shot them a smirk and with the roll of his eyes joined everyone in the locker room. Getting up from your seat, you were quick to walk the hallways, only to stumble upon the hearing of stifling moans and groans. Curious, you stopped by the boys locker room, eyes shifting from the transparent glass to see two figures, your heart clenching in your chest. You watched as Toji’s eyes were closed, his hand resting on the head of the woman in front of him as she bobbed her head up and down his length, choking from him fucking into her throat. It was on impulse that he had jerked his head forward, eyes boring into yours in lust before switching into one of wariness. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes at the sight and without spending a minute, you made a run for the glass doors to the entrance of the university.

Fuck Toji. Fuck the progress you had made with him. Fuck the party you had gone to that you had to run into him. Fuck the fact that you had grew to like him. Fuck that you had goddamn feelings for him.

Tears streamed down your face as you slammed the door to your dorm, upset that Toji and the time you had spent with him meant something to you, while you didn’t for him. Maybe your naive heart had come at a cost… the cost of you coming too close to the flame that it caused you to burn.

The next two weeks were filled with numbness, avoiding Toji; your friends pestering you to tell them what happened. Sighing you gave into their demands, the three of them surrounded you like a circle that you couldn’t escape from, with two of them sitting on either side of you while one sat in the front.

“So, what are you going to do now?” Erica asked, looking at you with her doe eyes.

“What else can I do? Time to hit the books and become a lawyer.” “Ah… the ‘I don’t want boys. I need money.’ classic. But do you know what’s better?” Yumi chipped with the wave of her finger as she pushed a plate of cake towards you, insisting that sweets would make you feel better. “What?” “A party.”

“No.” “But-” “No.” you said, pushing the plate of cake back towards her. “A party is what got me into this mess.” “And a party is what will get you out of it.” Mika said. “Think about it. There is one that is being held in the boy’s dorms. Running into Toji would be low and even if you do, he isn’t the only guy there. There are more than twenty dicks at least. And all of them are lookers.” Shooting her a stern look, she put her hand on your back. “There is nothing wrong with a rebound or at least meeting with someone new.”

Maybe you had given into Mika’s words, deciding to stand aloof in the boys dorms, holding onto a red cup while one of them tried to make a conversation with you.

“So… what are you studying?” Arata asked, taking a sip of his own alcohol. Play nice, smile pretty and don’t be so stiff if you want to take a guy home. “I’m doing law.”

“Woah. Pretty girl and pretty brains! That’s nice.” he said, eyeing you down. Placing his cup on the table, he was quick to place his open palm flat on your waist with a firm squeeze. Of course he wanted to take it further and turn in for the night.

“There’s a room down the hallway. Do you want to join me?” “Yes.”

Entering the empty bedroom at the end of the hallway, Arata pushed you against the door, hands on either side of you, caging you in while his knee was firmly pressed to your clothed core. Leaning into you, he kissed you once then twice, pulling your face close to his after as he became more passionate. You could feel his lips against you, and the passion that came from it but you couldn’t bring yourself to give into him. You needed time, not a hookup.

Bringing your hands up to his face, you placed your palms flat against his ears, pulling him away from you with a string of saliva attached to both your tongues, interrupting the heated moment. His brown orbs searched yours for answers, worry swimming in them to see if he had done something wrong.

“I’m sorry Arata, but I can’t go through with this.”

“It’s alright pretty girl. Just…take your time okay?” he said softly, patting your head as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. Maybe if you had met Arata sooner and not run into Toji at the party, maybe heartbreak was something you could have avoided. Closing the door behind you, you walked the empty hallway, coming close to a tall figure that blocked the middle of it.

“Didn’t expect to run into you here of all places, Barbie.” You froze. Looking up to see the man blocking you. Toji dressed in his black leather jacket, black shirt that fit his well built body and jeans that made his pronounced thighs stand out with boots to fit. “Move it, Zenin.” “Zenin? Since when did we go back to being strangers… it’s Toji, doll.” he chuckled, coming close to you. Rolling your eyes, you moved to the side of the hallway, his hand coming to the side to block you. Turning the other way, he did the same with his other hand. Ducking under it you tried to make a run for it, only to have him catch your hand and pull you behind, your back meeting his chest. “I wanna talk.” “No. There’s nothing to discuss about.” you protested, hand trying to break away from his grasp. “Let go of my hand, Zenin.” Picking you up, he placed you on his shoulder as you hit against his back and shoulders. “Put me the fuck down you oaf.” “Fancy words princess, but no. Our talk is long overdue.” he said, opening the door of the washroom in the hallway. “Watch your head. Wouldn’t want to have a concussion.”

Ducking your head, you were turned to face the mirror, Toji’s arm around you while you stared at his back. Locking the door shut for privacy, he took long strides, sitting you on the table near the sink that had a mirror behind it, placing his arms on either side of you, making sure to seal off all exits for your escape. “Talk.” “Talk about what?” “Why have you been avoiding me?” Green eyes boring into yours, he watched every expression from the pinch of your eyebrows to the aversion of your gaze. “It’s nothing.” Using a rough calloused hand, he brought it to your cheek, thumb stroking it, slowly and softly. “You know better than to lie to me Barbie.” Smacking his hand away, you were quick to snap. “Since when did I ever owe you any answers, Toji?” Trying to hop off the table, you tried to leave, only to have him push his body against you, trapping you between his chest and the mirror behind you. Leaning in, he kissed you, hand coming against the side of your face to tilt it at a better angle as his tongue licked your bottom lip while your eyes widened. Pulling away from you he gave a smirk, his eyes held a glaze of lust, his breath playing on your lips.

“You get me turned on when you’re angry.”

His other hand resting on your thigh, his palm squeezing the expanse of your thighs. He rests his lips on your neck, trailing kisses upto your ear, breathy gasps escaping your lips.

“Toji-” you moaned, as his hand came closer to your core, fingers teasing your nethers. He hummed in return, a deep baritone reverberating through the expanse of your neck, leaving another kiss. “Don’t tease me.” you said, hips rolling to get more friction.

“Tsk tsk. Where are you manners, doll? Thought you were more of a lady?” he asked, laughing slightly. “Is this what you wanted from me for the last two weeks?”

He pulled his hand away, standing hunched over as his eyes had a glint of mischief, his hands still on either side of you, veins running on the expanse of his smooth skin. “You came to my game that night, didn't you? At least I remember telling you that I had one but never told you to come to it, you did that according to your own void. You saw me in the locker room didn’t you?” he asked, eyes tauntingly looking into yours.

“It was someone else.” you said, gritting your teeth at the memory. Scoffing, Toji leaned closer to your face. “Don’t lie to me, Barbie. I remember quite well. Those confident eyes were the same ones that were outside of the door that night. And then you made a run for it.” you could feel his breath on the side of your cheek, warm and inviting while you averted your gaze away from him. Placing a hand under your chin, he turned your head to the side, staring into your orbs.

“What? Did you get sad seeing another girl get down on her knees for me?” he asked, eyes widening in amusement. You clenched your jaw, giving Toji the answer he wanted. “What did you do after going back to your room? Cry? Bawl? Felt pathetic about the attention I didn’t give you? Decided that Toji wasn’t good enough for you-”

A loud smack was heard around the walls of the bathroom, with Toji’s cheek starting to turn red. You had your hand raised, the palm of it stinging from it slapping Toji’s cheek while your eyes held anger and unshed tears. Angry that you had fallen for his charm, angry that you had given into his seduction, angry that he had taunted you and most of all…angry that he was right.

“Fuck you, Toji.” His lips curling into a smirk, Toji grabbed the meat of your thigh, fingers digging into it causing you to moan while his other held your hands up.

“Yeah?” was all he said, a feral expression taking over his face. Leaning close to your ear, he licked the shell of it with the flat of his tongue causing a shiver to go down your neck. “You want me to take you here? On this drawer? Make you into my cocksleeve?”

Rather than taking disgust in his words, you felt yourself taking pleasure in them, your cunt becoming more wet. There were times where you were on the receiving end of being spoken to, but it was never this filthy, with men only resorting to calling you their slut or whore.

“Don’t you dare disappoint me, Toji.” Toji was amused at your statement, eyes widening at your words. “Bold words coming from your mouth despite the position you’re in. Whatever happened to the words ‘yes, please’?” he teased. Locking your feet behind him, you slid further on the table, pushing your cunt over his hardon, causing him to hiss, his hands losing their grip on your wrists above you.

“Takes two to tango. If you want to prove a point, make sure you prove it right.” you said, snatching your hands on either side of you. Raising one, you placed it on his throat, feeling the up and down bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed. “Go on. Impress me.”

Lips curling into a smirk, Toji did not move your hand, an eyebrow quirked at your boldness. Lifting you up, you let your hands fall onto his shoulders as he gathered your skirt, bunching it at your waist, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down. Taking off your heels he tossed them to the side haphazardly. Getting on his knees, he spread your legs apart, taking in the sight before him. “Lace…” he murmured, fingers reaching to feel the material along with teasing your core with the dip of it. Pulling it to the side, he let out a scoff. “Seems like you came prepared. What? Wanted to be fucked by someone that badly?” he asked, looking from your shaved pussy to you. Clicking your tongue, you grabbed his hair and pushed him into your sopping pussy, his eyes widening with a muffled sound of surprise. “Weren’t you always silent? Seems like you’re quite the chatterbox this evening. What? Riled up that I wasn’t going to fuck you?” you asked, your voice dripping with maliciousness. If he was going to make you upset, you were going to do the same. An eye for an eye. Pulling away he gave you a grin, slapping your hand away from his hair lightly. Eyes narrowed at you, his fingers dug into your thighs, making you hiss until his tongue met with the wetness of your cunt. One lick, two licks and Toji had his tongue buried into your pussy, his green eyes lidded and staring at your face as you threw your head back and moaned, your fingers entwining in his hair. Toji pulled moan after moan out of you, his tongue rolling slow and steady, torturing your clit.

“Use your fingers.” you commanded, a sharp slap meeting on the side of your thigh. “Just because I’m willing to do this for you, doesn’t mean you bite the hand that feeds you, slut.” Toji said grimly, nibbling on your clit causing you to scream from the sensitivity of it. Using his middle finger he pumped in and out of your wet hole, while moving his head to either side, a moan slipping between your lips. Toji kept going, soon slipping his ring finger into you, licking away at your clit as your hands began to pull his hair, letting him know you were close, the music from down the hallways muffling the sounds of your voice from the bathroom. You came with a broken moan, bucking your hips into his face while Toji took all of the bittersweet essence into his mouth. Getting up from his knees, Toji squeezed your cheeks together, making your mouth open. Letting his tongue roll out, the white fluid dropping into yours, then leaning down to kiss you, his tongue moving against yours in a sloppy manner while your hand moved from his hair to the column of his throat, pushing him away. Looking at your fucked out expression with drool slipping down from the side of your lips, Toji let out a low laugh, the sounds of his rich voice echoing around the room.

“Don’t you look adorably fucked out.” Pulling your hair behind, he gazed down at you. “But, we’re not done here.” Pulling your top up with your bra, he squeezed your breast, causing you to hum in pleasure, your grip from his neck slipping. Reaching down, he bit your neck lightly, leaving the light marks of his teeth, trailing down to your sternum. Pulling him by hair, you watched as he let out puffs of breath, lips pink and eyes shining an emerald under the ceiling light. Toji was beautiful.

“Take your clothes off, Toji. I can’t be the only one here… partly unclothed.” you said, hand slipping under his black shirt, nails dragging against the skin of his abs. Taking a step away from you, Toji dropped his jacket next to you on the table, with his shirt to follow, exposing his body. Your eyes wandered, taking in the sight of his partly naked glory. His body was littered in scars, the lighter lines scattered across his skin. Bringing your fingers close to one of the prominent ones on the side of his abs, you let your fingers trail on it, the skin of it feeling tender under your touch. Reaching down to take your hand into his, Toji placed it beside your head. He gave you a glare. Do not touch me. Understanding in return, your fingers entwined with his, your smaller ones squeezing between the spaces of his hand. Toji unzipped his pants, letting his cock spring out, your eyes drinking in the sight of his painfully red tip. Not only was it big, it was impressive in girth too.

“Think it's pretty barbie?” he mocked.

“Mhm. You talk big game. Let’s see if you can keep me satisfied with it.” you sassed. If he thought he was going to get away with pretty words and playful banter in the middle of sex, he was dead wrong about it; you weren’t going to let him have his way with you. He might’ve been attractive, but the very attitude he had pissed you off yet that's what drew you to him over a span of five weeks.

Giving you a disapproving look, Toji slapped his dick against your pussy, gaining your rapt attention.

“You’re tempting me to face fuck you just so you can shut up and have that brat of an attitutude fixed. But…” he said, taking a gold foil from the back of his pocket and ripping it with his teeth. “Only good girls get to suck my dick. And that night… Seiko was being a good girl.” he added, rolling the condom on his length.

You grit your teeth. Toji never remembered anyone’s name, you highly doubt if he remembered yours. Toji gave you a smirk, thrusting his cock on the top of your cunt, gathering enough of your essence to make him wet. “What? Jealous that I remember another girl’s name?” he taunted. You were too easy to read weren’t you? Disappointment was evident on your face, with your nose crinkled, your jaw clenched and your eyebrows pinching out of irritation. The ball was now in your court; you had to preserve your pride. “I’m surprised a girl even stays wet with the way you talk. Rubbing past flings in people’s faces doesn’t exactly get them turned on, does it Zenin. Arata is still out there, maybe he can show me a good time-”

Toji lifted you up and thrust half of himself into you, making you moan. “Hah- you were saying?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Oh fuck you.” you said, demeaning but no malous behind the words.

“Gladly.” he chuckled, hands settling on your ass to push you back and forth to meet with his thrusts. Toji moaned as he felt your walls clench onto him, your warmth drawing more of him in, balls slapping against your skin. Your fingers dug into his back, leaving small marks as you bit into his shoulder to muffle your moans. With one hand on your ass Toji pulled your head back, eyes meeting with yours. “Look down. And don’t you fucking dare look away.”

Looking down, you watched as Toji’s dick thrust into your heat, in and out, your heart palpitating from both his speed and the flutter it felt to know that you were sharing intimacy with him. You moaned as he hit the spot that made your toes curl behind him.

“Seems like I found your weak point. Pathetic. I’m only fifteen- haah- fifteen thrusts in and you’re all ready to cum? I haven’t even come once. Girls I had over for the last two weeks were better than you-” another slap resounding the room, your hand stinging on the impact it left. Toji cursed as you felt his dick twitch in reaction. Smirking with a scoff you replied back. “Don’t tell me you’re into slapping Zenin? Such. a. Fucking. Masochist. Aren’t you.” you said, tapping his cheek lightly between each word. Unimpressed, Toji pulled out of you, making you stand on your bare feet, ass pressed against the drawer. Spinning you around, he made you face the mirror, landing a harsh slap on your ass, drawing a moaning scream while you were bent forward.��

“If I’m a masochist what does that make you?” he asked darkly, hand under the column of your throat making you see yourself in the mirror. “Look at that. Your face is a mess like that makeup, tits out, and skirt up. All for a man that you want to have. You keep fucking taunting me with Arata, but in the end you rejected him anyway. Do you know why, Barbie?”

Clenching your eyes shut, Toji leaned close to your ear while his hand fingered your pussy from behind. “Cause you’re pathetic. Obsessed over me to the point that you can’t fuck another man. Now watch.” he said, his voice sickly sweet as he thrust his dick into you. Body hunched over you, he fucked into you like an animal, fast, hard and rough, while the other circled your clit. You could feel yourself coming undone as he thrust into that spot that made your knees quiver, and your vision turn hazy, your thoughts blank and your ears unable to hear anything, focusing on just your own pleasure.

“Cum for me.” he ordered, hand pinching your clit as you screamed. “Make a nice sloppy mess for me- ahhh fuck.” Toji moaned as he felt himself getting close, his balls wanting to empty out their cum into your wet cunt. With the tight clench of your wet walls, you felt yourself let go, a particularly high pitched moan escaping between your lips with panting breaths to follow after as you tried to hold yourself, hands gripping the edge of the table tightly. Toji followed right after, his seed flooding into the rubber as his sweaty chest met with your naked lower back, his panting breaths close to your ear.

Giving a kiss to your neck, Toji said nothing as he pulled himself away from you, getting rid of the condom in the bathroom bin, grabbing a few paper towels to wipe himself before pulling up his boxers and pants along with his jacket and shirt. Calloused hands met your bare hips, spinning you around to lift you onto the table as he took a couple more paper towels, wetting them in the sink and cleaned you with rough hands that made you hiss but being gentle after. Taking your panties he slipped them up, placing your heels on the table next to you. Turning to leave you were quick to stop him with the pinch of his sleeve. Emerald eyes turning to look at you, you opened your mouth, lips forming around the words.

“What are we?” Taking a few moments of silence, Toji shook your hand from his sleeve, making you let go of him. “We’re nothing. We fucked, but that doesn’t mean anything. It was just to give you some closure. That’s all it was.” “Then why are you here? You could have just left me like you left anyone else.” you countered, eager to get a more detailed answer out of him.

“If you thought you could make an honest man out of me, you couldn’t be any more wrong. If you knew me any better you would know not to fall for me. If you think I will change for you, I won’t. Maybe next time, you wouldn’t be so naive.” he replied coldly, unlocking the door.

You watched as Toji disappeared out of sight, leaving you alone with stinging words, tears falling from your eyes onto your lap.

Your fifth mistake, was fucking Toji that night.

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Closest to Heaven

PART I: Fix You | PART II: The Sun Will Rise | PART III: Closest to Heaven | PART IV: Open Arms

Pairing: Toji x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: insecurities, mentions of death, pregnancy

"Is there a way back to you?”

Toji pressed his back on the door as he saw the image of you driving away in the back of his mind. He closed his eyes tight and clenched his fist as the burning ache covered his whole chest, rendering him breathless.

He never thought that watching someone walk out of his life could hurt this much because he's always been so independent. He believed that the most painful thing that a person could go through is to watch the person that they love slowly lose their life.

But the most excruciating pain is to mourn for someone who's still breathing and alive.

The night after you left, Toji had to eat with a crying Megumi in front of him. For the first time in all the years that he had to raise his son alone, Toji didn't know what to do. The boy was sobbing, hiccupping in front of his plate as he rubbed his eyes every now and then.

"Stop crying, Megumi. You're eating." He spoke softly, reaching over to wipe the tears that reached his chin. The boy moved away from his touch as he chewed on the food with tears cascading down his cheeks as he soundlessly wept.

He knows that his son is smart, but he's still just a boy. He understands that right now, all he could do was cry. But Toji—he could have done more. He could've done more to make you stay. Toji realized that you're already close to him. He realized that he didn't even have to do anything to hold you near because you were already there beside him all this time.

And he was the one who kept pulling away from you.

"What did you do?" Megumi asked him, sniffing as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. His eyes are sore and red from crying. It was a rare sight to Toji because he's never seen Megumi cry this hard before—not even when he learned of what happened to his mom.

"I…I wasn't treating Y/N right." Toji tried his best to put everything in the simplest term so he would understand. He doesn't know how it sounds to a 12-year-old, but it must've sounded unpleasant enough that his son is now looking at him with a scowl on his face. He knows fully well that this might make Megumi hate him, but he doesn't want to lie to him just to protect himself.

"After all that she did for us? You couldn't treat her, right?" Megumi sobbed, his lips starting to quiver as he dropped his spoon and fork on his plate. Toji felt like he was being stabbed as the words came out of his son's mouth.

It hurts because it's true.

"I don't understand, dad. How bad was it that she had to leave? She never left us before. She's always been here for you and for me. I cannot see what you think she lacked that made you hurt her like that." Megumi was full-on crying now as he ranted to his dad. Toji thought that maybe this was the question that you asked yourself too.

He made you question yourself and your worth.

Toji couldn't answer Megumi. Under the warm light of their kitchen, Megumi's small and strained cries is the only thing that can be heard. It kept echoing around his head, sending solid waves that left cracks in his heart.

"Why, dad?" Megumi bawled as he harshly rubbed his feet together under the table, his small hands clenched in fists as he tried to contain all his frustrations and anger. Megumi couldn't accept it. This was the first time he's witnessed someone so close walk out of his life, and he just couldn't understand why it had to happen.

"I love your mom too much, 'gumi." Toji said weakly as he looked down, diverting his eyes from the pained look on his son's face.

"She's long gone!" Megumi bellowed, slamming his fists on the table, clattering the plates atop it. It might sound like Megumi doesn't care for his mom, but when one thinks about it, it is a relatively easy thing to say for someone who never got to know the deceased person.

"Don't say that. She gave birth to you! She loved us!" Toji snapped, taken aback by the harsh truth of his son's words. He slammed his fist on the table, too, scaring the child but not enough for his stubbornness to subside.

"But she's never coming back, dad! Even if you call for her every day, she'll never come back!" Megumi jumped from his seat to sit on the floor. His familiar words sunk into Toji like they never had before.

"I know she sacrificed a lot of things for me, dad. But she's never coming back." Megumi cried to his knees, and Toji rushed to his feet to pick his son up. He didn't expect him to break down like this. Toji stood up to pull the kid to him, making him stand up to cry on his body instead. Megumi's shoulders tremble as he clenched his fist on his father's shirt.

And for the first time, Toji wished you were there instead of his wife.

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"Dad?!" Megumi called for what seemed like the umpteenth time that morning. It's been two weeks, and not a day had passed without him calling for his dad and asking where his things went. Everything in their house seems to go missing after you left.

The first morning without you was the most chaotic morning he's ever had in years. Even if there were only two of them in the house, everything was all over the place. They spent half of it looking for his lunch box.

They had already opened every cupboard, flipped every table upside down, and checked every corner of the house. They basically flipped every room inside it. They even looked for it under the sink and under his bed, only to find it inside his school bag, with the leftovers from when he slept over at Yuuji's.

He brought it as snack storage for their game night, and since you left almost right after he got back from Yuuji's house, you weren't able to take it out. You were always the one to get it from his bag the moment he got home from school every day.

Now, he has to do it himself.

"What is it?" Toji stood by the boy's doorway, fixing his necktie, which was poorly matched with his shirt and trousers. Megumi always had to ask him to change its color because the colors of his choice never looked good together.

Toji bitterly told him that you always picked them for him, so he kind of forgot how to do it himself.

"Where's my neckerchief?" He asked as he tried to avoid stepping on his clothes that got thrown around the room in his futile attempts to find the accessory. His bed was still not made yet and probably won't be made until he gets back today.

"Your necker-what?" Toji furrowed his eyebrows stepping inside his room to look around, scoffing at the mess.

"What is this? You pulled everything out." Toji opened his cabinet's door wider to see all clothes gone from the rack and now on the floor. His brows bumped together in a scowl, and his eyebags made it look like he had aged a whole year in only two weeks. Megumi can tell that your absence affects his father just as much as it affects him.

Megumi could see the image of Toji before you came into their life materialize again in front of his eyes, getting clearer and more apparent as days went by. He could only stand and watch as the hole in his heart tatter at the edges every time your name gets mentioned.

The boy's mind and experience grew faster than they should because they have to. Having no mother by his side forced him to mature quicker than he should. He understands what happened between the two of you. He understands why you left them. Because you're spent.

His father spent your overflowing love, and now you're broke with nothing left to give, even to yourself.

"Because I can't find it." He whined, stomping his boots on the floor. "My scouting ceremony starts in 20 minutes, dad." He scratched his head, watching his father pick up some of the clothes.

"I used it last year, right?" The boy asked, throwing all the remaining fabric around him to check if they got mixed with them. He remembered that last year you were there to watch him. You took many pictures that day and compiled them in a photobook which he mentally noted to look for later.

"I don't know where it is, but I'm sure she kept them." He murmured as his dad pulled out the tie organizer at the bottom of the cabinet. There, his neckerchief was neatly rolled along with its slider. Toji sat on the bed, beckoning Megumi to come to him so he could fix it around his neck.

"Do you miss her?" He softly asked the boy, who only hummed in response rubbing his eyes that started to tear up in frustration. Toji knows you too well to know where you'd put stuff like this. Just like his closet, all are in categories so that it'd be easy to find them.

"I'll get her back." Megumi believed his father's words. They're meant to give him hope, but when he thinks about what you probably endured while you're with his dad made him doubt that you'll ever come back to them.

And if you don't, it'd be his first heartbreak.

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3 years later

"Mom?" You heard someone say as you checked the pack of pasta in your hands. Knowing that the person couldn't possibly be referring to you, you didn't turn around.

You noticed a figure standing next to you and turned your gaze to them, a small smile still plastered on your lips. The person looked shocked as if the realization that they got the wrong person just registered in their brain. You looked at them quizzically when they didn't say anything else and were about to turn around when you noticed their familiar spiky hair.

The boy definitely didn't get the wrong person.

You wouldn't forget the first kid who made you feel like a mother. Before you know it, tears have already started to form in your eyes.

"Megumi?" You asked them, trying to blink away the burning hotness in your waterline to avoid causing a scene in such a public place.

Without saying anything, you pulled Megumi into an embrace, feeling him hug you back hesitantly as if he wasn't sure if he was still allowed to do it.

You wanted to apologize to him for leaving him 3 years ago. You wanted to apologize for making him feel like he was so easy to leave behind, but the shake of his shoulders made you pull away to look at his face. You watched him wipe his tears quickly, sniffing before giving you a sad yet understanding smile that made your chest hurt.

"I'm sorry." You whispered as you wiped away the trails of tears that fell down from his eyes. He's almost as tall as you now, and you feel a sense of sadness swell in your heart as you think of all the years you missed.

"It's okay; I understand more now." He gave you a small kind smile. "You had to.". He looked more like his father now that he's grown.

Right. His father. Is Toji with him?

"I'm by myself." Megumi spoke as if reading your mind before continuing, "If it's okay, we can catch up in a café on the other side of the street." He asked, watching your face.

"Of course, 'gumi." You sighed in relief. You didn't realize that you were worried that he might be angry at you or hate you for what you did.

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"How have you been?" Megumi asked as he sat down in front of you with the drinks. He sounded so different from the boy you used to take care of. You didn't even recognize him when he called you 'mom' earlier.

That was the first time he called you that. You thought that it must be why he looked surprised when you turned to face him. He must've been shocked by his own words too, but it made you feel warm.

"I'm doing great. I…I just got hired to teach in a high school around here." You smiled at him, seeing his shoulders relax a bit when he noticed the lilt in your voice. He must've been worried about you all these years.

After you left, despite Toji's statement on how he'd let you and Megumi talk, you didn't really contact each other. He's just a kid, and he probably only uses his phone to play games or check school group chats.

You didn't really expect him to call. You, on the other hand, had to stop yourself so many times because you knew that if you were to call him, it'd only be harder for the both of you.

"I'm sorry I didn't call." You sighed as you took a sip of your coffee.

"It's alright. I know that you needed time away from my dad to heal." Your breath hitched at the word that he used—heal. He really understands what happened between you and his father now. You wondered how Toji explained everything to him after you left.

"If you contacted me back then, you'd probably end up going back to us. Because I'd beg you to." He laughed a bit, looking down as he slightly blushed from his honesty.

"How about you? How are you? How's your fa…Toji, How's Toji?" You almost sighed when you realized that his name didn't make your heart hurt anymore. It used to make you walk out of a conversation whenever he's mentioned.

You couldn't count how many times you contemplated on running back to his arms and build his home again, even if you had to build it alone. You couldn't count how many nights you cried yourself to sleep because the bed felt too cold without him beside you, even if it was just his body beside you and not his heart.

His name doesn't break your heart anymore, and you don't know if it's because you've finally moved on from him or if it's because your heart is ready to take him in again.

"I'm doing good; my grades are good." The conversation probably sounded like it was between a son and mother who are casually meeting at a café to catch up.

It's because it was. To Megumi, you and his dad had separated, and now, you are the mother who's trying to check up on his son.

"And my dad, he's… he's better now, Y/N." Megumi said it with a purpose—like he's trying to convince you, and he could only hope that his message would get through. He had never not dreamt of the day that you'd come back home to them again.

"He… he's moved on." He breathed out, his eyes looking directly into yours as if seeking some type of reaction, some sort of emotion, some hope that his family could be whole again. It took you a full minute to realize that he was talking about his mom.

He's saying that his dad finally moved on from his mom.

"That's great. He can safely start anew." You could only offer these words laced with kindness and relief, and it was definitely not what Megumi was hoping for. He doesn't want you to say 'start anew.' But rather, his wish to hear you say that you could finally 'start over again.'

"I can call him over, Y/N. He'd be more than happy to meet you." He rushed to pull out his phone, but the worry in your eyes made him pause. "It's okay, right? You could finally talk it through… right?" His eyes were begging you.

"I…I have something to attend to, actually. This afternoon." You cleared your throat as you forced to plaster a tight-lipped smile on your face. You could see the light in Megumi's eyes dim away as he processed your words. Once again, you felt the familiar tight feeling in your chest. The same as what you felt when you walked out of their house.

"Oh," He blinked, his mouth opening and closing as if trying to find the right words to say. He was trying to think of a way to get you and his father to meet again, and maybe—just maybe, he could finally have his family again.

"Then…then next time, Y/N. Is…is your number, uhm, I'll get your number, Y/N. So I can call you, and we can all meet outside or in the house or anywhere you want." Megumi couldn't let you go now. Not when you're already within their reach again.

"Y/N… Dad's been looking for you." He covered the shake in his voice with a chuckle, but he could tell that you noticed when the look in your eyes changed. Megumi used to be a grumpy kid, but he looked almost vulnerable in front of you right now.

Meeting with Toji and Megumi was already in your plans when you came back to this city about a week ago. But you didn't think that it would happen this soon.

"Okay," You reached for his phone, seeing him sigh in relief as he thanked you in a soft voice.

You'd have to do it anyway. You'd have to meet and talk with Toji again, eventually. You can't keep running away and hiding everything when you know damn well that Toji has the right to know.

It would be best to talk it through as early as possible. So, the both of you can start fresh again with your new lives.

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“She used to take a sip of your coffee before giving it to you.” Toji remembers his son saying one morning. He reminisced of the mornings that you made breakfast for them, and Megumi was right—you always tasted his coffee first before handing it to him.

“She wants to make sure it’s good,” Megumi murmured as he drank the soup from the bowl. Toji was relieved that he’s finally stopped crying and asking for you every day.

He used to have fits when he got frustrated with something—anything, and then he’d start asking for you, yelling at his father for making you leave.

Then he’d say sorry afterward, just like what you always told him. He’d say sorry and admit his mistakes like you always taught him whenever he’s done something wrong.

Toji missed you every day. It got to the point where he was regularly asking your friends if they had heard about you. Had they said yes, he would’ve begged them to tell him where you are just so he could take you back home.

When you left, Toji promised himself that he would finally let go of his deceased wife.

He went to her grave a week after you left—when it all started to sink in. He told her about you and why you left. He told her about you, and how you set yourself ablaze just to keep him and his son warm even when he refused to give you just a spark. Toji was too tough to cry but not when his backbone was missing.

“She didn’t even ask me to forget about you. She was just asking for a space to put herself in. And I failed to give her that.”

He recalled weeping in front of her grave as he grieved for you. He remembered his tears staining his dead wife’s tombstone as he screamed all his laments for you. He called for your name as he cried his heart out in front of her wife’s memorial. He wailed and yowled, but no one consoled him. No one offered him solace.

Because his wife is dead, and unlike you, she can never hold him now.

She was long gone, but you were there. She has been dead for years, but you were in front of him. All the times he broke down for her, you were there to pick him up. But now that you are gone who will put his pieces back together as he crumbles for you?

He traded the beats of your heart for the chilling howls of the wind. He traded your warmth for the cold touch of her tombstone.

Back then, Toji used to wake up in the middle of the night to wear his and his wife’s wedding band as you sleep soundly next to him. Now, he wakes up to touch your side of the bed in hopes that you finally came home, that you never left and that it was all a dream—a wake-up call for him to finally let go of the deceased.

As days went by, Toji’s wife left his dreams, and instead, there was you. He called for you loud enough to send Megumi running to his room, thinking that you had come back. He had to hold the kid all night to soothe down his cries and endure the punches of his small fists in his chest.

All of your mutual friends asked for you, and he could still remember the sympathetic look in their eyes when he told them that you left. He couldn’t blame them for looking at him that way because he really is a pitiful man without you by his side.

Megumi was never as talkative as when you were with him. Breakfast and dinners are spent in silence, save from the occasional questions about his day and school. Every day he prayed that he’d run into you in any place that he goes to. Even just to see your face.

All this time, he abstained from any sort of physical touch with anyone else. He knows that he wouldn’t be able to push through it even if he closed his eyes and covered his ears the entire time.

What he did was fantasize about the images of you that he burned in his mind, and that’s enough.

He couldn’t count how many times he wanted to get wasted, drown his heart in alcohol until he couldn’t feel that you were not beside him anymore. He wanted to numb himself just until the day that you were back. But he needs to be better. And that’s certainly not the road to that.

Slowly, he learned to keep away the things he and his late wife used to share. The bedside drawer got cleaned, and the pictures were kept in a dedicated photobook—even the one in his wallet and everything he used to hold on to were moved into a single box.

Now, all of his heart is free for you to take. All of the spaces inside it are yours to occupy.

“Dad!” Toji’s head snapped at the sound of Megumi’s voice. He never sounded this happy and excited ever since you left. What could possibly be making him this joyful right now? He turned off the stove to meet him in the living room. His son was stumbling on his feet to take off his shoes.

“I finally found her.” Megumi spoke to him, and Toji almost felt like he’s been resuscitated alive. Megumi found you. You’re back. You came back. He can finally make it up to you. He can finally love you properly.

He can finally take away your years of pain.

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The day has come, and Toji can't remember ever feeling this nervous in his whole life. He imagined how you would look as he sat in his car waiting for his son. Three years is a long time for a man who's waiting, and now his long wait is finally coming to an end.

"Let's go," Megumi jumped in the passenger side with a slight glow on his face. It's been a while since he saw this look on his son's face and his smile almost looked unfamiliar to Toji as he glanced at him in the car mirror.

"How does she look?" Toji asked him, swallowing. He wasn't able to ask so many questions when Megumi delivered the news to him. He only asked when and where you'll meet. He wanted to call you that night. Tell you to prepare your stuff, and he could just pick you up and take you home.

"Even more beautiful," Megumi answered, smiling at him. "I, uh, accidentally called her mom out loud when I saw her at the supermarket." He added, shaking his head as he let out an embarrassed sigh.

All this time, Megumi's been calling you mom.

'When's mom coming back?', 'I wanna go to mom.', 'Let's just look for mom.' Was all that ever escaped his lips whenever he's having a bad day. Those were the days when Megumi really felt that he had lost someone dear to his heart; when it started looking for you.

They arrived 20 minutes early at the location. It was a small café, the place was quiet, and there were only a few people inside. They're either busy talking to someone on their phones or have their noses stuck in a book or laptop. They're all too busy to even look at someone who walked in.

"We went here when I ran into her. We caught up but only for a short time because she has somewhere to be." Megumi spoke as they picked a spot in a corner near the windows. Toji wondered what you did during the past few years. He wondered if you were able to find yourself again after what happened, and he really hoped that you did.

He also hoped that you'd find your way back to him.

He thought about where you went that even your friends never met you. At some point, he thought that maybe you went abroad to get away from him as far as possible. There's one thought that always crossed his mind, but he always shook off, and now, it's back in it again.

What if you met someone new? What if you already built your own family?

Toji gulped hard and bit his lip, causing Megumi, who was sitting in front of him, to tap him on the shoulder. The thought was so vivid that he could almost see you carrying a toddler on your hip as you kissed a guy inside a car, waving him goodbye as he rolled the windows up.

"Dad, she's here." He could hear Megumi's shaky intake of breath as he tried to shake away his imagination. But it won't go away. The thought of you with a kid looks so real. Motherhood has never looked this good on someone, Toji thought. The images in his head started to look more and more realistic.

Because it was real.

There you are, in all your glory, with a pretty little girl. You looked so beautiful－even more with a baby, and Toji could almost feel the tears pooling in his eyes as you looked at him with a sad look in your eyes. You stopped in front of them, opening your mouth before looking at the little girl you were carrying.

"Toji," You began as he took a deep breath, scanning your face. He wanted to kiss you, hug you, pull you to him, and breathe in the scent of your hair that he missed all these years.

"How have you been?" You sighed as you tried to smile kindly at him. Megumi was shocked. He didn't know that you already have a family. A family that he could now never have. He couldn't blame you. He couldn't hate you for it. He noticed how you avoided the topic of working things out with his dad when he first met you. You also didn't say anything about fixing things with him, so he couldn't be mad at you.

Toji wanted to say, 'I'm better for you now, Y/N.' but he ended up answering with, "I'm good, just alright. I'm glad you're doing well," He can feel all of his pieces losing their hold on each other as they collapse within him. Of all the things he imagined, you moving on and starting a family with someone else is the scariest one.

But it seemed to be coming to life now. It seemed to be getting real, and it hurts so fucking much because Toji knows that it could've been him.

Megumi sat down as if to initiate all of you to do so too. He couldn't bring himself to speak. He feared that if he did, he'd end up crying.

His mom has a new family, and now, he's got no place in her life anymore.

Toji smiled kindly at the little girl as you sat her beside you. She was staring intently at him, tilting her head as if she was trying to read his face. She played with the ribbon on her dress, showing it to him which made him smile.

Was the kid's father the guy who stayed with you during those times that you cried for him? Was he the one who fixed you and made you see your worth again?

The toddler's face is as pretty as yours. Her cute dimples show as she sucked on her Carebears pacifier. Her dark hair made the blush on her cheek and nose even more prominent. She got bright green eyes—like his.

"She's yours." You spoke, and he could almost feel the world stop turning.

"What?" He breathed out, seeing Megumi also tense up beside him in the corner of his eyes. The guy that dropped you off in front of the café wasn't the kid's father.

"She's my sister?" Megumi croaked, staring at the little girl who pulled the pacifier out of her mouth, handing it to you.

They could see her face clearer now, and while it's true that the girl's got the shape of your lips and eyes, the fact that she's Toji's daughter cannot be denied. Her dark locks that fall in the same way as his and the same shade of green that coats her irises speak loud enough.

"I'm sorry," You lifted the kid, sitting her on your lap to help them have a closer look at her. The little one stared at them with her big eyes, and Toji could now see that she got his lashes too. This is his daughter, he thought. He has a baby girl with you. Like you always wanted back then.

You have a kid with him. Toji had to repeat it inside his mind. The information just won't sink in. He can't believe the words even if he heard them with his own ears. He wants to hold his baby girl. He wants to be close to her just so he knows that she's real.

"Can I hold her?" He asked you cautiously as he tried to steady his hands from trembling. Toji didn't know that you were pregnant when you left. Had he known, he wouldn't have let you go, even if it meant getting on his knees in the middle of the street to ask you to stay.

"Aimi, baby. Go to daddy." You spoke softly to the little girl, glancing at Toji. You ushered her to take baby steps towards him, glancing at Megumi, who's also staring at the toddler. His eyes are bright and shining, and just like his dad— he's wonderstruck. The baby slowly made her way to Toji as she held on to the table's edge.

"Dada," She giggled as she reached him, and Toji almost broke down in tears as he heard her babble the words repeatedly.

"She's a good kid. She's never whiny, never fussy." You sniffed.

"You hid her from me?" He spoke out the question inside his mind with a slight accusatory look on his face. You feared this. You feared that he would hate you for keeping your daughter a secret from him. You know that he'd get angry after it all sinks into him. After he completely takes in the information that you kept his daughter away from him.

Megumi watched you as you cried to the heel of your palm, suppressing the sounds for the sake of the people around you. You know that you were wrong. You prepared yourself for Toji's anger when you decided on finally showing Aimi to him. Flashbacks flooded your mind as you kept your head down, avoiding both of their gazes.

Your hands shook as you stared at the pregnancy tests in front of you. Two lines. There are two lines in all of the pregnancy tests. Not just one, but five. That's why you've been feeling sick and tired all the time. It's been 5 weeks since you left, and you didn't even notice that you missed a period because of everything that's been going on.

You settled down in a new city, looked for a part-time job to fully cover your bills, and had to explain some things to your family. Thankfully they understood and supported you with your decision to move away for a little while. Just a week ago, when your mom visited and stayed for a couple of days, she said that you've been moody since you separated from Toji. You both assumed that it was just because of stress.

You didn't even consider that this could be the reason. Because you always have safe sex with Toji. It's either he uses a condom, or he does it outside. It slipped your mind that none of these two happened when you did it for the last time before you left.

"Fuck," You sat on the toilet, leaning your head on one of your hands as you clutched your phone in the other. You stared at the dark screen, contemplating whether you'd call Toji. Part of you wants to call him and ask him to take you home, but the other part of you stopped your finger from tapping on his name.

He might not want this.

How can he want something like this with me when he doesn't even want to marry me? You cried in your palm as you remembered how it all happened. Toji wants his wife, not you. His dream family is with her and not you.

What makes you think he'd want to have and raise a kid with you?

Your heart broke even more as your hand caressed your stomach, promising to protect the growing life inside you, even if it meant that you'd have to do it alone. You didn't want to force Toji into this. You didn't want him to feel obligated to love or marry you just because he got you pregnant.

You snapped out of your memories when Megumi grabbed your hand. When you looked up, Toji was staring at you with a dejected look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Toji. It was never my intention to keep her away from you. I-I was just scared. I thought you didn't want this with me. I didn't want to force you into something just because we have a kid, I—" You cried, and this time he stood up to sit next to you with his daughter still in his arms.

He can't bring himself to be mad at you for hiding his daughter. He rejected your idea of getting married. Of course, you would think that he doesn't want to have something like this with you.

He doesn't know if his tears were because of the bittersweet happiness brought by the fact that the two of you have a living proof of the love that you once shared or if they're because you thought that he wouldn't want a child with you. You took care of your baby all while you're hurting and healing from your exhausting relationship with him.

"No...no, I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to say it like that. I understand why you did it. I'll make up for all that I've missed this time. I swear." He hushed, pulling you to cry on his shoulder and rub your back. You basked in his warmth for a few moments, his familiar scent filled your senses, and it all started coming back to you. Him, you, Megumi, and the newest addition to your family. It was a beautiful moment.

You don't understand how the person who broke you could make you feel complete at the same time.

His eyes are glued back to Aimi as the little girl traces the scar on his lip, pouting hers. You could feel the guilt slip out of your heart and crawl up to your throat, erupting in the form of small airy sobs.

"Boo-boo," Her brows lowered as she pulled them closer together to express her sadness over her dad's scar. The kid caressed Toji's cheeks, and a soft smile made its way to his lips as she laughed at his reaction.

She's just as curious as you, Toji thought as he was reminded of when you first met him. You said the scar on his lip looks cool, smiling up at him like he wasn't a stranger you just met at a department store.

"You can have her at weekends or the days when you don't have work. I'll drop her off at your house." With that statement, Toji was pulled back to his painful reality.

You moved on with someone new, and Toji knows that he's probably treating you better than Toji ever did, but it hurts more now that he found out that you have a kid, yet you wouldn't be able to raise her together.

He'll be watching on the sidelines as you build a family with someone new, the family he could've had but refused to give you.

"I'll talk with my boyfriend about the occasions where we have to be together for Aimi. I'm sure he'll understand."

So you're not married yet. Toji felt terrible for almost letting out a sigh of relief that you're not tied to your boyfriend yet. He felt bad for having the idea of asking you to start over again when you're clearly happy with someone else, but how else should he feel?

You're already here. Will he really give you up just like that?

"...Was he the one who helped you raise her?" He asked, his voice sounding hoarser than it should, and his eyes looked as dull as they could be. You know that it hurts him. You know that he must've waited for you but what can you do? You already have someone. He made you feel valid, and he appreciated you when you couldn't even appreciate yourself.

"No, not really. We only met 10 months ago." You looked down, not wanting to see the pain in his eyes anymore. You didn't mean to get into a relationship, but it just happened. You were lonely, and he gave you all the attention and validation that your heart had been craving.

But Toji wants you. He needs you. And there's nothing he wouldn't give to be someone you love again.

Before Toji knew it, tears had already made their way down his face. After all the nights he spent crying, he thought that there wouldn't be enough tears to fall from his eyes anymore. But this day proved that wrong.

"Toji…" You whispered as you held his hand. Your eyes spoke the words ‘sorry’ to him as the cold air of the café dried his tears. He's pathetic. How could he expect you to come back to him when he's the one who tore you apart? Up until now, he's still selfish.

While you were trying to fix and heal yourself from Toji, someone came along and made you feel everything he should've made you feel when you were still with him. 10 months ago, this man came into your life and made you feel like you're the only woman in his heart.

Toji met you 6 years ago and made you feel like a bed warmer in the 3 years that you are together.

The sentence knocked the wind out of Toji's lungs as he thought of how you cried your heart out to him that day, cursing yourself for not being enough for him, questioning yourself if you're even worth loving.

Megumi takes his sister from Toji as he watches his father's emotions unravel in front of him. Everything was still too much for him, and once again, he didn't know how things would go for them now that you're finally here but not with them. You gave him a little sister like he always hinted to you and his dad back then. But will you ever become a whole family again?

"Can't we… can't we start over, Y/N?" Toji gripped your hand. Desperation was evident in his voice and eyes as he moved closer to you. You didn't know how to answer. You know that someone else is already in your life, but you still find it hard to utter the word 'no.'

Maybe you still have feelings Toji. But what about your boyfriend, who supported you through this? You can't just leave him like that. He made you feel seen. He made you feel important.

Before you know it, you're already shaking your head at Toji, mouthing the words 'I'm sorry.' He kissed your knuckles as his shoulders slightly shook.

He looked so, so fragile before you, and you wondered if he felt like this when you were breaking down and begging for his love back then, too. He pulled away, sniffing before giving you a rueful smile and nodding his head. He's accepting his defeat.

He's accepting that he lost you when you walked out of their door 3 years ago.

"I'm always here. I'll always wait for you, Y/N." Toji uttered in a rough voice, tracing your ring fingers, and it took everything in you not to take back what you said and run away with him.

Because this man was the first person who taught you how to love. And you thought that maybe if the heart and fates allow, you will find your way back to each other again.

Maybe not today, maybe not in this life—you don't know exactly when. But one day.

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Aimi was in Megumi's lap and playing with him when your boyfriend came to pick you up. You were a bit worried about introducing him to Toji because you feel like Toji isn't happy about him, and you were right cause right now, your ex is staring your boyfriend down with Aimi in his arms.

Megumi elbowed him when he stood up intimidatingly but still reached out his hand to acknowledge your boyfriend, who is not a fan of him either. Aimi kissed his dad and brother goodbye, clinging to them as if sensing their connection.

You wonder what things would be like if you were not in this situation. You wonder what things would be like if you chose to go back home to Toji when you found out about your baby.

It left a stinging pain in your heart. You didn't think that seeing Toji again could bring so many feelings back to life.

"We'll be going now. I'll contact you when I'm dropping Aimi off." You breathed out before swallowing. You found it hard to tear your daughter away from his dad and brother. They already missed the first part of her life; you felt bad for taking her away after just a short time.

Megumi gave you a hug before you left, and before you could even get near Toji, your boyfriend was already snatching you away. You could see Toji's jaw clench for a brief second as he gazed at your boyfriend's hand snaking around your waist.

You gave Toji a small, apologetic smile before breaking away from your boyfriend to give him a hug—a tight one.

Because you missed him. And there's no way you could deny it.

Toji wanted to threaten your boyfriend. He wanted to tell him that he'd break his neck if he breaks your heart, but he knows that it could backfire on him because he broke you first, so he held himself back.

Aimi was waving at Megumi over your shoulder as you walked between the cafe seats. Toji could only stare and plaster a smile for his baby girl as your boyfriend snakes a hand around your waist—the position where Toji should be.

He thought that seeing you get married to someone else was the most painful thing he could ever witness. He didn't think that you'd be walking away with his daughter and another man the next time he met you.

He watched you put Aimi in her car seat before giving him one last look before getting in the passenger seat. At that moment, Toji felt helpless. Like the ground is slowly swallowing him whole, and the world around him is caving in. He felt Megumi's hand on his back as he took in a shaky breath.

Toji imagined how your lips would feel on his; how they'd move in sync with his after the years you spent apart. He imagined how light your touches would be on his skin as you trace the patterns of his veins.

He imagined how perfectly your hand would fit in his as he make love to you all night. Toji promised himself that he'd take away all your years of pain when you're finally within his reach again.

But how is he going to do all of that when someone's already doing it for you?

He put his hand in his pocket, feeling the velvet box touch his fingertips. His tongue tasted bitter as he recalled the day he bought the ring. Toji said that he'd finally ask you to marry him when you finally meet again. He'd finally offer you all of his heart like he should've done years ago.

But how is he supposed to do that now that someone else is holding your hand?

Toji feared that he'll lose you completely, but when he found out about his daughter, he felt a bittersweet relief. He'll never lose his ties with you because Aimi will forever connect you together.

He will see you with your boyfriend. Toji knows that. He will see you being happy with someone else, and Toji knows that it will kill him, but he'd rather die than see you lose your smile again. He promised that if you did, he wouldn't miss the chance to give it back to you.

If Toji has to love you from afar, then that's fine by him. If he has to love you all by himself, then that's okay. He will see you every week, spend time together for Aimi, and that's enough for him.

It's better than not having any idea where you are at all.

If this is the closest that Toji could ever get to you right now, if this is the closest to heaven that he'll ever get, then that's enough.

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chuuyrr · 1 year

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Ohhh I love your Scarlet Witch series a lot. I love dad gojo sm. How about scarlet witch reader but she is also a first year along with megumi, yuji and nobara. 4 of them and dad gojo. I just can't stop thinking about it.

scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader being a first year student together with yuuji, megumi & nobara

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, mentions of scarlet witch's powers, mainly headcanons + drabbles

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! jujutsu kaisen x reader (adoptive dad! gojo satoru and tokyo jujutsu tech students)

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: what if scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader was the nearly same age as megumi the time gojo got her and with that—you end up becoming a first year student at jujutsu tech with your beloved older brother megumi?

╰➤ i think you would have the same reaction as kid! megumi when gojo approached him and took him into custody, because just who the fuck is this strange-looking goof with black round sunglasses and snow-white hair??

╰➤ ngl, i think you would have nearly kicked gojo between the legs too because, for one thing, you were a daddy's girl. before leaving you and deciding to take on that mission involving a certain star plasma vessel, your papa toji taught you everything you needed to know. he practically taught you not to trust strangers and how to defend yourself without your wiggly-woos magic knowing how special you are as your mother had said.

╰➤ but, as soon as gojo mentioned that you have a brother and even a sister, you became emotional.

"you don't have to be alone anymore, [name]."

╰➤ it had never been easy for someone like you who had spent most of her childhood alone, having to constantly change homes due to your father's job as an assassin and such. so you took gojo's offer to stay with him—and it turned out to be the best decision you had ever made.

╰➤ unlike kid! megumi or even a kid! tsumiki, you developed a father-daughter bond with gojo while growing up in his care. you two just clicked and were chaotic. unlike megumi and tsumiki, who address gojo as teacher, you openly refer to gojo as your dad.

╰➤ spoiler alert: gojo may or may not have cried when you called him dad.

╰➤ your relationship with gojo, on the other hand, had a rocky start. you just couldn't replace toji, even if he left you behind. you also struggled to adjust to having a permanent home and living with strangers, especially when it came to trusting gojo with your secret—how you didn't have cursed energy but rather something else—chaos magic.

╰➤ gojo was taken aback because, once again, despite having something like that, he couldn't feel any cursed energy from you.

╰➤ you expected him to rat you out and be disappointed because he comes from a clan that's pretty much a big deal, but you were surprised when gojo simply ruffled your hair and smiled down at you, telling you how special you are and promising to keep your secret.

╰➤ spoiler alert (again): you cried just as hard as he did when you called him your dad.

╰➤ gojo, megumi and you had no intention of getting yourself to enroll in jujutsu tech. in fact, you were already attending a "normal" school, but a student only had to eat one of ryomen sukuna's fingers to be cursed and nearly executed by the higher-ups. it gave you deja vu.

╰➤ with your father, gojo satoru, being able to stop the execution of yuuji, a condition was made for you to enroll and become a first-year student at jujutsu tech alongside the vessel in order to keep the special grade curse ryomen sukuna at bay while also being the one to stop (and execute) itadori yuuji in the event something goes horribly wrong while yuuta okkotsu is overseas.

╰➤ the higher-ups were already aware of your ability because you had previously demonstrated and used it, but you had to be held back due to your issue with the higher-ups viewing you as a threat and being unable to accept the fact that you, a non-curse user, possessed such power in secret. (but really, they simply cannot accept that you, our dear fushiguro [name], are a baddie 😒💅)

╰➤ to be fair, you didn't want to enroll in the first place, but yuuji influenced you now, so it wasn't just the condition. you've also realized that you can't keep your powers—your chaos magic—hidden forever. you can put it to good use too.

╰➤ congratulations! you, as well as yuuji and nobara, are now officially first-year students! and because of gojo's request, you even have a scarlet-colored uniform (that is similar to mcu! wanda maximoff's attire during age of ultron.)

╰➤ you definitely clicked with yuuji because you two were bestowed with such a gift that makes you both cursed and blessed at the same time.

╰➤ apart from yuuji, you also instantly clicked with nobara because you were both the only girls in the group. furthermore, you two shared a love of fashion and interests ><

╰➤ yuuji and nobara were shocked to learn that you were megumi's (half) little sibling because you looked nothing like him—but that's not true because you do get the "fushiguro look" when you're angry or frenzied in the middle of a fight.

╰➤ both yuuji and nobara were surprised to learn that gojo is technically your father and maybe megumi's as well, but mostly because you openly call gojo your dad.

╰➤ because you are the youngest of the group, the first years are protective of you, just as your adoptive father gojo is. (it's literally kikufuku protection squad again! ><)

╰➤ like, you know when megumi is approached by a girl in public, and they all have a plan? they have something similar for you (💀)

╰➤ please, as the scarlet witch with toji's blood running through your veins, you get attention every now and then for your goddess-like beauty, whether from a boy, a girl, or literally anyone.

╰➤ you see yuuji as your older brother, so you address him as "yuuji-nii-san," just as you do with your actual (half) older brother megumi, and nobara as "nobara-nee-san."

╰➤ in contrast to the og! scarlet witch! baby fushiguro—you have a beef with ryomen sukuna, just as you have a beef with the higher-ups, particularly gakuganji.

╰➤ you remember that mission where yuuji let sukuna take control of him and the result was him ripping yuuji's heart out? that irritated you greatly. so, what exactly did you do? you threw hands in ryomen sukuna's domain ;)

╰➤ sukuna was taken aback to see you because, once again, you don't have cursed energy, and he clearly didn't expect you to be this powerful.

╰➤ your powers weren't particularly strong at the time yet, but when you thrashed his place and threatened him after yeeting him across the domain, sukuna sensed something sinister within you, especially with the way your eyes were glowing a dangerous red color as you unleashed psionics of your chaos magic.

╰➤ sukuna couldn't wait to see you grow stronger and eventually become the scarlet witch, the all-powerful being prophesied to rule everything and destroy the world.

╰➤ you take every opportunity to annoy gakuganji, and gojo is so proud of you, while gakuganji is like, "damn you gojo satoru for raising this monster to be just like you!!"

╰➤ in general, not much has changed. you were still a bundle of mischief and chaos, as well as a total badass. you were also still very close to gojo, the first and even second year students of tokyo jujutsu tech—just like how the og! scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader is.

╰➤ the only thing that had changed was how much more confident you were around the higher-ups and how you first reacted to meeting gojo because you weren't a baby when he took you in; you were already nearly megumi's age and got raised by toji before he left.

╰➤ with that being said, you got toji's cool-headedness, confidence, sarcastic and calculating attitude despite being sweet and all.

[ author's notes ! thank you so much for requesting for dearest anon, i had so much fun writing this hehe ♡ ]

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madarathediva · 2 years

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pov Toji Fushiguro is rejecting you :

#呪術廻戦 #jujutsu kaisen #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #jjk manga #jjk #jujutsu kaisen manga #fushiguro touji #jjk touji #touji #toji #touji fushiguro #toji x you #toji x reader #toji x y/n #this one specially for every toji simps😌

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ephemeral-sorrow · 2 years

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family life with 21 year old!twelve [part 1]

okay, i imagine this as some kind of a happy ending AU, where twelve doesn't get shot by american snipers and sphinx manage to bring charges against the japanese government without being captured.

however, this path would take two significant turns, depending on whether nine survives his illness or not.

if his health isn't completely destroyed by the drug: let's bravely and responsibly face the fact that both nine's body and mind needed profound rest, given how long he suffered and endured the after-effects of the medicine the scientists forcibly injected him. he stubbornly ignored his condition in order to finally reach his and twelve's goal and make institutions of such kind exposed to light. being so mentally strenuous only added fuel to the deadly embers.

after the whole ordeal was over and shibazaki attracted the public attention, sphinx alongside you went into hiding, spectating the long-awaited occurence with a strange feeling of solitude. as if... all of it was rushing past you three in a swift motion. the world drowned in the informational uproar, making you wonder whether you truly once were in the centre of it all.

the first priority was to get nine tended to. his panic attacks worsened during the operation he conducted on his own, so you and twelve had no choice but to find a way to get a proper treatment for him.

for the sake of this canon, let's accept the idea of nine not revealing his face in the final video. provided with that, you managed to change your identities and get new documents without much effort, as you did all the time in the past. not wasting any time, you found a high-level clinic in the outskirts of tokyo and had nine accepted. later on, during passing months you visited him regularly and made sure he was indeed getting better. after discharging, the three of you once again went back to living under the same roof. after everything you went through, it was... extremely necessary for your group to stick together and think about the possible future. you didn't imagine your life to be separate.

if nine dies after handing over the detonator to shibazaki: twelve mourned for his friend like a wounded crow that lost its faithful companion. you did your best to comfort him and provide as much warmth and support as possible, all the while suppressing the tears of your own. surely enough, more often than not, twelve put on a brave face and kept pushing himself to think on the brighter side, but you knew him all too well to turn your eyes blind to it. at some nights, in the darkness of your shared apartment you caught him crying silently by the window. at times like these, you found yourself unable to just stand there politely and watch him break down. you scrambled out of the bed and ran to hug him, pressing yourself impossibly closer to his shaking body.

the pain was undeniably strong. you realised that every single time you looked into twelve's warm orbs and saw the thoughts reflected in them. both of you knew you needed to go on with life and not allow yourselves to fall into the pit of despair.

twelve took the major step towards.

"i want to change my name."

you looked over your shoulder, as you were stirring the stew in the frying pan, surprise and mild apprehension written all over your face. of course, you two have discussed the topic before, but you still were caught off guard.

"are you sure?"

twelve found comfort in the fading warmth of the coffee cup, thoughtfully looking at black drops that were left inside.

"yeah. not only that, but i guess i want to change my birthdate and place of birth. won't... hurt."

"somehow... you feel different about this sort of thing, even though you've done it countless times before."

"it wasn't serious. i didn't mind changing names because i thought it wouldn't affect my life one way or the other. i would still be me. heh, some part of me even considered that fun - you know, changing your "username", as if it were some kind of a videogame."

twelve's smile gave you a bitter sensation on the tip of your tongue. you felt the familiar constriction in the throat, as you quickly turned away to the sink. he was doing it again. hiding his pain behind a smile.

and it hurt you more knowing what he was on about.

he was going to...

"i want to start my life completely anew. like a whole different person. i will apply for college, find a part-time job, attend student gatherings, fret over the strict teachers. things everyone does. that'll be so cool, don't you think--"

"are we going to erase him just like that?"

your quiet voice held no condemnation. though you'd be lying if you said that you hadn't felt a pang of regret. you just wanted to hear twelve's answer. you couldn't go on living if he just chose to stuff the agony deep inside and ignore it, pretending to be okay and ready to restart. you had to know he truly let go. otherwise... otherwise...

twelve hugged you tightly, turning away the stove behind you. you hugged him back eagerly, heart pounding in the chest.

he was touching your back in a soothing motion, effectively calming you down.

"sh-h, sweetheart. it's okay."

"what is okay about all this..." you sobbed, clutching his shirt. closing your eyes, you breathed in, growing addicted to the feeling of being comforted by him, not that it was the first time.

"i'm not forgetting him. never. nine remained, remains and will remain in my heart. i feel happy that he got our wish fulfilled and passed away with peace. at first, it was really hard for me to move on. but now i know i have to live. so don't worry about me." having said that, he caressed the side of your face and made you look up to him. then he pressed a tender kiss to your cheek. "we have each other now. let's try and create something truly beautiful for once instead of blowing everything up? ^^"

"twelve..." you weakly hit his chest with a fist. "you're such an idiot."

"your idiot. there's no getting away from me now."

twelve especially requested that you would help him choose his new name; and upon looking at his blazing smile, you instantly came up with an idea - akira 明 ("the light coming from the sun").

as for the date of birth, twelve didn't think too long.

"then... let it be the 15th of june."

"that was fast. did you think about it beforehand?"

"no. that's the day we've met, silly. i want to celebrate the most important event of my life as my birthday."

#twelve x reader #zankyou no terror twelve x reader #zankyou no terror twelve #terror in resonance #terror in resonance twelve #hisami touji x reader

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joi-me-hoi-me-noi · 2 months

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Hello, I saw that your requests were open and I wanted to ask if I can make one hehe, you don't have to do it or anything like that, but I'll leave the idea here anyway hahaha.

I would like to request a teen! Satoru Gojo x fem! reader and kid!Megumi (or gender neutral) Where Satoru Gojo and reader have known each other since they were little and they are both powerful, therefore when it is time to go on the mission to protect Riko Amanai she is also sent along with Satoru and Suguru,She also suffers because of Toji Zenin and basically everyone is traumatized (here we stick to the canon, doing the daily angst that our dearest Gege gives us..:) ) And basically after the events, reader and Gojo go to Megumi to make Touji's last words come true,I'd like to see a little bit of domestic fluff and a little bit of angst hehe...Reader seeing Toji in Megumi but at the same time wanting to stop because she knows they are completely different people. Happy ending :D

A/n: Thank you for this wonderful request, I'm pretty sure this is the first request regarding JJK in general so yippeeee! Enjoy!

DIFFERENCE BETWEEN (TEEN!GN!Reader x TEEN!Gojo) [ft. KID!Megumi]

"Stay here with Misato, just in case that man manages to make it down here."

You simply nod, looking away. Something felt wrong, you could feel it in your gut. You feel Suguru's hand on your shoulder and you look up at him.

"Satoru's got this, he's the strongest there is. You probably won't even be needed."

You turn to Riko, the sadness building up inside of you. She looked like she was about to cry as well. You had so much fun with her, you'd miss her so much. She rushes into you for a hug, and you hug back tightly, your eyes welling with tears.

"I'm going to miss you." She buries her head in your shoulder. "I'll miss you too, bug."

You let go of her and watch as she walks forward with Suguru, leading her to the end of her life.

You and Misato finally hear the elevator coming down. Satoru made quick work of that guy; it really didn't take that long either.

"That must be him, right?" Misato looks at you, happily.

You start to smile as you felt the elevator growing nearby. Soon it fades, you detect no cursed energy from the lift at all. You start to activate your technique and Misato gets prepared to fight.

The elevator doors open then everything goes black.

"Y/n... Y/n!"

Your eyes slowly open as you wake up with a bad headache. You blink a couple of times and finally adjust to the bright light. Shoko stares at you in relief, smiling softly at you.

"W-What happened?" You suddenly remember the elevator and-

You sit up quickly, groaning in pain and being calmed by Shoko.

"Easy. Easy!" She touches her hand to your back softly, rubbing up and down.

"Is Satoru okay?!" She nods.

The door to the clinic opens to reveal Suguru, a solemn expression on his face.

"Suguru, what's wrong?"

"I gave Riko a choice of continuing to live or to die. She chose to live her life."

You smile, happy he gave her a decision.

"She's...um..."

You laugh softly, smile slowly fading. She couldn't have...

"She's alive and back at home with Misato...right?"

He stays silent, looking at the shiny floor of the clinic.

A sobbing scream was heard from inside the clinic as Gojo listened silently near the door.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

You shoot awake from your bed, looking over at your boyfriend who is still sound asleep. Your hand unconsciously rubs the spot where Toji Zenin's bullet almost killed you. You let out a sigh and escape from the bedroom and into the kitchen area.

"You're fine." You open the fridge, the glow illuminating your face with the most perfect uncomfortable amount.

You lean your head against the fridge door and take a deep breath before grabbing a water bottle. You couldn't help but rest your head against one of the counters and sob. You hated how your traumatic experiences will always come back to haunt you. You wipe your eyes, take another deep breath and take a sip of your water.

Your ears pick up a light pitter-patter sound approaching slowly. You turn towards the noise, observing Megumi with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, stopped in the middle of the dark hallway.

"Hey Megumi, you shouldn't be up. What's up?" You crouch down in front of the counter as he continues his silent approach.

"I heard you crying and I couldn't sleep." The kid looked so much like him, he scared you sometimes.

"It's nothing to worry about." His eyes are so similar to his father's.

"I think it is if you're crying. Did you have a nightmare?" Everything is similar to Toji.

"So-Something like that. I'm almost an adult, it's nothing."

Megumi just stares at you blankly for a moment before wrapping his blanket-winged arms around your neck.

"Everyone's afraid of something." He leans in closer to your ear, whispering. "It's okay to admit it, I'm afraid too."

You smile and hug him tight, rocking him back and forth on the kitchen floor. He made you feel better, way better than before. He's just a kid, Y/n. He's not his dad.

"Let's rest together, yeah? It might be easier to sleep that way." He nods, tiredly.

You scoop him up and walk over to the couch. You lay on the couch with him cuddled up into your neck, softly breathing. Megumi fell asleep quickly. You brush your fingers through his hair, watching him fall into a deeper sleep. Soon, you follow him into a better dream than before.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

Satoru wakes from his sleep and walks into the living room, knowing you got up in the middle of the night. He spots Megumi cuddling with you in his sleep and you hold him tightly.

'Cute...'

He touches the small scar on the side of your head and then kisses it, bending down slowly. You're more comfortable with Megumi and he hopes you'll get closer to him from here on out.

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

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xjulixred45x · 1 month

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I hope I am not too late to make a request. Can I please get a Yandere Toji Drabble where he is obsessed with a Sorcerer darling and their CT is based on divination so they are one step ahead of Toji whoever one day they end up corning their darling and it leads to a scary game of hide and seek

YEAH BABY!! Finnally some content for this man! I was wondering when Someone was going to Request him(finnally something that is NOT SATOSUGU THANK GOD!)

Yandere Toji Fushiguro x Reader: a Step ahead.

(reader) knew from the beginning that something was wrong.

They noticed very quickly when He began to follow them, thanks to their ritual technique they felt safe, because they would always be one step ahead of any weirdo who tried something with them. They didn't consider it something important, just a strange day.

Even when he came back.

Which was kind of strange, it's not like it wasn't possible, but normally these types of people gave up quickly, right? Why was he still behind them?

No, it doesn't matter, they could handle it, they always have been able to.

And they did it, they got rid of the stranger for the second time, already calm that he would probably not see them again, he was always one step ahead of things, they would make sure of it.

They even took the trouble to try to remember if they had seen him at any other time, his intimidating presence was familiar to them, his appearance... but they really didn't think it was that important. They could handle it.

It was like that for a while, the encounters with this person became simply a bad moment or in any case a horrible coincidence that had happened. They were calm knowing that they could avoid him and his bad intentions. It became simply an anecdote of a bad time. They could continue with their normal lives.

But then why did they feel so uneasy?

It didn't matter where they went, what time or who they went with, there would always be that feeling that something could be happening, that something was happening, but there was nothing nearby to indicate otherwise, and with their ritual technique this tipi of things should be a piece of cake.

Thanks to this, (reader) they began to try to spend as little time alone, that way they felt that this feeling was not so difficult to handle. It worked for a while.they would find a way to get rid of this problem.

but then they started to feel it again...he was stalking them...the same guy...again.

Their ritual technique, divination, had saved their live many times, sometimes giving subtle clues and other times concrete information, but with this man, Toji Fushiguro, they didn't understand why it didn't work the same way. It was as if there was some kind of interference with their ritual.

They finally realized where they had seen Toji from. in the files of the high command...one of the deadliest Sorcerer alive...

the sorcerer-killer was after them.

He blended into the background, disappeared and appeared, they couldn't feel his cursed energy. How did he do it? How did he avoid his ritual technique twice?

It all made sense when they met him in person...

They had been using their ritual technique constantly to avoid Touji as much as possible. but it had left them tired and without desire. Fortunately it seemed that he had temporarily withdrawn from his "position" so they were calm.

To be honest, they were kind of hoping. Could it be that Toji finally stopped following them? Did he finally leave them alone?

And then, in less than a second, that Hope was shattered.

-"You are very lucky to be so adorable"-

They were breathing hard trying to calm down and remain silent, now hiding from Toji. Everything went so fast...

-"If any other target was giving me the problems and fights that you give, I would have already killed them"-

They tried to ignore his words and move slowly towards another hiding place, but they couldn't help but tremble after hearing the last sentence. which made their movements faster and clumsier. They feel so scared and so tired...

-" But don't ya worry, You're reciving the Special treating, i would't put a hand over You.."-

They continued to crawl in their footsteps, increasingly tired and weaker from using their ritual technique, there had to be a way out of that, THERE HAD TO BE A WAY...

-"..well, unless you're liking all this sweetheart"-

Finally they saw what seemed like their last hope, now that they had no cursed energy left, they had to get to where the people were.

Move, ignore it, move...

-"because, personally--"-

(reader) came out of his hiding place and with the little strength he had left they went towards the public area, without stopping, without looking towards where Touji's voice was coming from, they just ran.

They ran, they turned the corner, they kept running, they crossed the streets, they ignored all the pros of running away from this man-sorcerer--monster--whatever he was.

and again it was there, the feeling of hope when they were less than a block from the public area, maybe they didn't get rid of it this time, but at least they could try again, they could run away--

With a single blow with something hard, (reader) collapsed, being caught in the air by a strong arm...

They began to shake compulsively, breathe heavily, and felt fear take over them as they looked up to see him.

-"I always enjoy a good game of hunting from time to time."-

Shares, reglogs and comments are very welcome!

Thanks for the Request ❤️

I didn't really LOVE IT, but i like it, it was fun to write for Toji, if you are going to order from JJK, ask him more and not SatoSugu please (those two already have me rotten)

#headcanons #neutral reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu no kaisen #yandere #yandere jjk #yandere toji #yandere toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji x reader #tw yandere #tw stalking

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novaawayne · 1 year

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Ex Husband | Toji Fushiguro HC

pairing: ex husband! Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader

summary: just some hc about ex husband Toji

warnings: Toji (yes, he’s a warning). SFW and NSFW. Bad grammar. Yandere Toji maybe. riding thigh

a/n. Today is my husband's birthday and yes I mean daddy Toji. English is not my first language.

masterlist

SFW

Ex husband! Toji who refuses to sign the divorce papers because you will always belong to him. You guys are just going through a rough time but you'll be back together soon. It's a matter of coming to your senses.

Ex husband! Toji who keeps looking for you with the excuse of wanting to see his son. But actually that doesn't matter much to him, he just wants to see you.

Ex husband! Toji who leaves your son's stuff in his car on purpose so you can call him and ask him to come back.

Ex husband! Toji who sends you photos of him half naked or some voice messages. Just so you don't forget it and see what you're missing by being such a tantrum.

Ex husband! Toji who sends you some gifts at the office to make you think of him. He is so considerate, how did you think of leaving a man like that?

Ex husband! Toji who is furious when his son tells him that you brought a man to the house. You shouldn't see other men, you and Touji will be back together very soon.

Ex husband! Toji who follows you to other parts and keeps an eye on you to find out who that man is. When he finds out, he threatens to kill him and the poor guy has to leave town if he values his life that much.

Ex husband! Toji who comforts you when that subject disappears from your life without giving explanations. That guy is a jerk for leaving you but luckily you have Touji and you don't need anyone else.

Ex husband! Toji who knows that you will always call him on his birthday without fail. No matter how much you hate it at the time, you will always call.

Ex husband! Toji who comes to your house unannounced on his birthday. Because that day you have to spend it with family. It is also New Years and that must also be celebrated.

Ex husband! Toji who on his birthday sits you on his lap with the excuse that it is his gift. Also, his son is happy to see them together. You should think of the child and not leave your husband.

Ex husband! Toji who knows how to manipulate you into giving him exactly what he wants. Before he only gave you a little space but it's time for you to stop playing and go back to him.

NSFW

Ex husband! Toji who is just waiting for his son to fall asleep to fuck you in every corner of the house and remind you why you love him so much.

Ex husband! Toji who loves it when you ride his leg and won't miss the opportunity to record that cute face what do you do when you cum.

Ex husband! Toji who will make you cum at least six times that night. It's his birthday present, can you take one more orgasm?

Ex husband! Toji who likes to rub your sensitive clit and expects you to beg him to stop, even though he actually won't.

Ex husband! Toji who will carry you in his arms to your room and lie next to you while kneading your breasts to fall asleep.

Ex husband! Toji who wakes you up with his cock deep in your pussy.

Ex husband! Toji who tells you to keep quiet or you might wake up her son.

Ex husband! Toji who will get you pregnant again. He loves to see you with a round belly full of his son.

Ex husband! Toji who will never let you go again. Even if that means locking yourself in the house and giving yourself everything so that you never lack for anything and never want to leave.

↬ written by Novaawayne

a/n. Happy birthday Toji. Please break my ass

a/n 2. I could write a whole fic about this but I'm not really sure if I will.

a/n 3. i had read this kind of hc before and just wanted to give it a try. sorry if it's bad

#toji fic #toji fushiguro #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #thigh riding #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n

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animeficsworld · 1 year

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Family

Gojo Satoru x Reader

How could he believe his eyes?

It was not possible.

The woman he was once so in love with, with a child. A child that was undeniably his. The eyes said it all, even if the baby got his hair from his mother.

Satoru knew that baby was his, no doubt about it and the way you were holding him, close to your chest spoke more than anything.

You had to run away. It broke your heart but you had to. No one was safe because of you. At the time you didn't even know about your son.

You were said to be the descendant of a Queen who used to rule Japan in ancient times. She was a very powerful sorceress who possessed great power. And that attracted many curses. And even if you loved Satoru very much, you still couldn't stay. So, you ran away.

A couple of weeks later you found out that you were pregnant and it was the time to be strong. Even if it was hard.

Your baby was barely a month old, and of course, you ran into Satoru and his students. It was your luck.

You looked at the four of them and slowly started to back away. Then Yuji spoke up.

"A baby! Y/N-san, I didn't know you had a baby!" you wanted to facepalm if it wasn't for Satoru to take a step toward you.

"I'm sorry. You were in way too much danger. You couldn't keep up with all that. I'm sorry. I didn't know, when I left I didn't know about Touji."

"Touji." he repeated and this is when the three students decided that it was probably smarter to leave.

You held him closer even if that was barely possible.

"I'm sorry." was all you could say as you turned around and ran away. You were surprised that he didn't follow.

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You were out of breath as you entered your home. A very small apartment that was filled with stuff for your baby.

"It's okay." he started to fuss a little so you put him in his carrier so you could lull him to sleep. "It's all going to be good."

You felt the presence behind you before you heard him move. You knew that energy too well. It made you stand up and hide your baby behind you.

"I missed you." Satoru said.

"I missed you too but you know why I left."

"I'm the strongest, you are safer with me."

"No, you are in danger with me. Unnecessary danger. I wanted to tell you about him, I really did but after a while I just couldn't. I know I can't go back. I know it would only hurt you even more."

"So running away with my son is easier?" it hurt but it was the truth.

"I didn't know."

"Yes, you said that before."

There was complete silence, not even your son made a noise. You wanted him to yell, scream, do something, anything is better than this terrible silence that ate you away.

"You two will move back to the school with me. I will keep you two safe there. I should hate you Y/N. I should yell at you that you kept my son from me but I just can't." he took a couple of steps towards you. "You are as beautiful as the day I lost you." he said and it broke you. You started crying as you sat down on the couch next to your son in his carrier.

Satoru let you cry it all out.

He just decided to hold you as he watched his son play with a small toy in his tiny hands trying to eat the thing.

"I will love you forever." Satoru said as he lifted your head with a finger under your chin. He placed a kiss on your lips. "I will love the both of you forever. We are family after all."

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tojikai · 2 years

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WARM UP

Pairing: Toji x Reader

NSFW

Genre: Smut

Warnings: explicit smut, pussy spanking, fingering, overstimulation, squirting

Toji took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie before pulling you to sit on one of his thighs. He pulls your legs apart, rubbing you through your panties as he kisses your jaw.

"Were you waiting all day for me? In panties and my shirt?" His deep voice whispers in your ear as a wet spot forms in your baby pink panties.

Toji pulls the shirt up, exposing your breasts and hardened nipples. You put one arm around his broad shoulders to support yourself as his free hand circles around you to reach for your pointed beads and play with them, making you moan as he peppers your cheeks with kisses.

"What if someone visited? What if someone dropped by? You let them see you in this, huh?" He growled in your ear, grabbing your breast and landing a slap on your drooling cunt.

You squealed and moaned at the contact. Despite the pain, the pleasure that came with it made you grind yourself on his palm as he tweaked your nipples.

He pulled your panties off, making you slightly lift your hips off his thick, muscular thighs. You sat back down, returning to your previous position and automatically opening your legs as wide as possible for him.

"You're being such a good girl. I wonder why..." He chuckled, tapping on your clit. You whimpered, seeing strings of your slick sticking to his fingers as he patted your sweet cunt.

"Fuck..." You sighed, looking at him with needy eyes. He caught your lips, humming at its warmth before letting his tongue explore your mouth. You were so lost in his kisses, caressing the side of his face as he rolled your nipples between his calloused fingers.

"Let's see..." He panted in your ear before looking down at his fingers as they spread your pussy lips as wide as possible. The cold air made you mewl, and the way he was staring at your wetness made you hide your face in his chest.

"Oh, you're getting shy, now?" He teased before putting his fingers in his mouth. You automatically opened yours, knowing that he'll have you suck on them before plunging it to your hole.

"Toji..." You moaned as he inserted a finger in you, slowly as if testing the waters. He looked over to your face, but your eyes were fixated on his long digit slowly going in and out of you. You sighed as you relaxed on his thigh, holding your legs open.

One of his large hands massages your breasts, tugging on your nipples. Your eyes fluttered shut, furrowing your brow to savor the feeling. Only your soft and breathy moans and occasional hums from him could be heard inside the room. You bit your lip as he inserted another finger, locking eyes with him as he slipped it in.

However, your quiet whimpers slowly turned to moans, notes raising every second as he curled his fingers, hitting your spot. He chuckled at you as his pace sped up. You squirmed on his lap and grabbed at his remaining clothes.

"Fuck... slow down, g-gonna cum." You cried as he only smirked at you, his eyes never leaving your wide ones. Your toes curled as his fingers continued to abuse your hole.

"You gonna cum? Gonna squirt on my fingers? Gonna put on a show for me, hm?" His fingers are knuckles deep in you while he whispers in your ear. His lips touched your earlobe as you rolled your hips on his finger, eyes rolling back.

"Yes, yes, yes," You answered, your voice fading as you focused on the movements of his digits inside you. He pressed his thumb on your swollen nub, making you gasp loudly.

"Oh, fuck...fuck, Toji!" You sobbed his name as you felt the waves of pleasure take over your body. Your thighs were trembling, and your walls convulse as you cream around his thick fingers.

You tried to push his hand away, but he relentlessly continued to thrust his fingers in your sensitive cunt, making you cry out in pleasure and overstimulation.

"Squirt." He ordered you, whispering in your ear with a clenched jaw.

"Make a mess f'me, pretty girl. Come on." He continuously shoved his fingers in your heat, his brutal pace making you arch your back. Tears stained your cheeks as you felt another wave of orgasm, more intense than the previous one. Your sobs soon turned to screams as your dam bursts, wetting the carpet in front of you and Toji's pants.

"Yes, that's it. Let it out, baby." He encourages you, pulling out his fingers to mercilessly rub your throbbing clit, making you gush harder. He pulled you for a kiss as he slowed down, his tongue coiling with yours as he groaned in your mouth, rubbing you down on his growing erection.

You were a sobbing mess when he stopped. Your whole body was shuddering as you gripped his forearm. He moved your arm and sucked your hard nipples, humming as he nibbled on them. The muscles of your thighs were quivering, and your abused hole was twitching.

"Are you ready, now?" He lifted you as he stood up. You looked up at him with your lips parted and still panting. He laughed at your reaction before kissing your temple and leaning to your ear.

"That's just a warm up."

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chuuyrr · 2 years

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Can we get a teen! Scarlet witch.

We all know how gorgeous looking teen! Scarlet Witch is, and because of that she attracts both attract the he, her, them.

A man flirting with her when shes just hanging out with her gumi-nii, a woman asking for her number when she was just buying cake for her dad, and a gender neutral asking her on a date.

How would her family react to her getting attention? when she's just walking down the streets and all eyes are on her? Some goes far to even stalk her.

Some are kind and sweet and some are just plain out creepy.

jjk characters when scarlet witch! teen! fushiguro! reader gets attention in public

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible jujutsu kaisen spoilers, jujutsu characters being overprotective for teen! reader, mentions of stalking and people making reader uncomfortable, reader being a girlboss

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! jujutsu kaisen x reader, dad! gojo x reader, dad! toji x reader older-brother! megumi x reader, uncle! geto x reader, uncle! nanami x reader and more...

hello :D ♡ thank you so much for requesting and for being patient!! enjoy reading, i do love me sumn platonic + protective jjk chatacters content hehe ><

(p.s. nanami & geto's bit actually happened to me while i was at the food court with my dad <\3)

it's no surprise that you get attention in public, not just from your family. you were the scarlet witch. although you got your looks mostly from your mom, whom you have no recognition of, you had the fushiguro's blood running in your veins too. without your red psionics and the massive ominous aura that surrounded you, you really were a beauty. you didn't just attract boys, you charmed girls and theys too.

you never really paid mind to the attention you'd receive, but your family, on the other hand, paid much more attention to it. they never expected they'd have to protect you from people too, aside from the higher-ups, cursed spirits, and curse users that wanted you and your power.

your older brother, megumi, will never forget how a man just approached you and shamelessly started flirting with you. tou two were eating ice cream together at a park after a mission to hang out and chill when a guy just happened to be.

"hello, pretty girl."

he flashed you a seductive smile and winked before flirting. you have got to admit, he was pretty damn attractive, but still, he didn't peak your interest.

he got your brother's attention instead. "what the hell? leave my sister alone."

you best bet megumi straight up dragged you away, but not before glaring at the stupid guy that dared flirt with his younger sister, and maybe flicking the crumpled wrapper of his ice cream towards him.

there was also a time when you decided to buy gojo, your dad, a cake as a small thank-you gift. you stopped by at a bakery. you were about to pay for the cake you picked when, all of a sudden, the cashier asked you for something else instead of money.

"e-eh? i beg your pardon?" your eyes widened.

the young woman cleared her throat, a blush spreading across her cheekbones. "can i have your number instead?"

you were too stunned to speak. anyway, you proceeded to pay with cash and politely declined to give your number away, much to the poor girl's dismay. at least she wasn't like that one guy that just started flirting with you while you were with megumi. in fact, she was very sweet and understanding. she gave you a free pastry despite getting rejected.

and then, there was also a time wherein you got asked out for a date by a gender neutral and it was so out of the blue. you were spending some quality time with gojo, your dad. you two were doing some shopping when gojo said he needed to go to the bathroom. so, he left you for a while and when he came back, someone was already giving you a whole ass bouquet and asking you to be their significant other.

honestly speaking, your family doesn't really like the attention you'd get. sure, they're glad that people admire you for your looks and think you're really pretty because you are, but it gets them all protective. even the first-year and second-year students get all protective as soon as their eyes are gawking at you. they discreetly prefer having to protect you from the higher-ups, cursed spirits, and curse users because your admirers can just be a bit too much.

gojo and his first-year students have created a plan just for when you get asked out in public, similarly to when fushiguro's gets approached. as soon as they see someone talking to you, especially if it's them asking you out or flirting with you, they freaking start running and proceed with their plan.

"[name]-chaaaan!"

nobara and yuuji would be the ones to run towards you with noodle-like arms in the air and cling onto you, while megumi's just there, trailing behind them. he has a much more serious facade compared to his friends.

megumi would then pull you to his side, eyes glaring not only towards the person bothering you but also at nobara and yuuji as part of the act before turning towards you, "imouto, i've been looking everywhere for you."

and that's when gojo comes into the picture. the limitless sorcerer would be dressed up and take you from your brother and his students, yanking his glasses down and entering "protective-dad" mode.

"megumi-chan! sugarplum! there you guys are!"

"what do you think you're doing to my daughter, you homewreckers?!" gojo would yell, protectively draping an arm your shoulders. "i left my daughter for a second and suddenly she's being swarmed?!"

it was pretty amusing, but sometimes you can't help but feel a little guilty when they conduct this plan or formation, because one, it's not always a person asking you out or flirting with you; sometimes it's just a person asking you for directions. second, the person doesn't really have any bad intentions towards you. most of them were sweet and kind, but some were not.

so, when it comes to stalkers and people doing things that visibly make you uncomfortable, it becomes a completely different story.

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gojo satoru & fushiguro toji

if you're with gojo or toji, they would straight up confront the person making you uncomfortable. they would stand in front of you, completely blocking you from their line of sight with their height and glare menacingly.

their eyes would promise hell.

"what are you staring at, huh? my eyes are up here."

gojo and toji are even ready to break an arm or face if the person dares to persist and still bother you, don't expect them to show any mercy. anything that dares to lay a hand on their child will be demolished.

geto suguru & nanami kento

if you're with geto or nanami, i think they'd be more polite compared to gojo and toji. they'll be passive-aggressive. you were at the food court at the same table as your uncle when this boy just randomly sat across the seat in front of you. although your eyes were somewhere else, in this case, on your phone. the guy had been looking at you for more than a minute now, pretending to fix his hair and just sitting there with a quiet gaze that definitely made you uncomfortable.

"hey, [name]-chan. did this boy ask permission to sit with you?" your uncle would ask you, eyes glaring at the boy who stiffened in his seat.

"no, he didn't." you furrowed your brows, slowly looking up from your phone to stare at him.

"s-sorry, i didn't know." the boy fumbled over his words, gulping at the passive-aggressiveness your uncle was displaying before immediately getting up from his seat to scram. he definitely didn't know that that was your uncle with you.

first-year & second-year students

if you're with the first-year students, yuuji and megumi will be the ones to do the confronting while nobara stays by your side. yuuji and megumi would have different approaches, though. yuuji will play on the more passive-aggressive side, while megumi will be more straightforward, just like gojo and toji.

"why are you stalking my little sister, huh?" megumi would spat and his closed fists would slightly tremble from infuriation.

"she's not a celebrity, so i suggest you leave her alone or else." yuuji would pop his knuckles before glancing at nobara, who has an arm protectively draped around you. "you don't want our friend to get angry. she's ten times worse than the two of us combined."

if you're with the second-year students, maki will be the one to raise hell, unless yuuta's back from overseas, while inumaki and panda will stand by you. surprisingly, yuuta, the shy sweetheart, can turn his emotions and expressions into something atrocious within a snap. he becomes just like his distant relative, gojo satoru, your dad—intimidating and all that—as soon as someone dares to make you uncomfortable.

"who the hell gave you the right to do that, huh?" maki would shove the person away, eyes glaring daggers.

"the next time you do that, we'll break your face. got that?" yuuta would say in a threatening manner that perfectly contrasts his usual shy and sweet self.

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although you are the scarlet witch and all, a being who's literally capable of anything and everything, you never resort to using your powers. you did promise yourself and your dad that you would only use your powers for good, so you pretty much resort to pacifist means, but that doesn't mean you don't stand up for yourself. apart from your wiggly-woos magic, you know how to throw a punch and kick, and you'd do it without a doubt.

you've done it before, so what makes those people think you won't do anything? :)

it's just that your family insists on protecting you and taking over, just so you won't have to waste your strength or breath on someone petty. however, just give them the word and they'll let you do the deed yourself.

"guys, it's okay. i'll handle this."

you'd smile at them ever so kindly before sauntering towards the person that was making you uncomfortable by daring to grab you inappropriately and stalk you, only to punch them straight in the face or kick them where the sun doesn't shine, and a flicker of red crosses your [color] eyes for a split second.

they'd be cheering and praising you afterwards, and either treat or spoil you by buying you food or something that you like.

your jujutsu family loves you very much and they will always keep an eye out for you ♡

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touyaz · 2 years

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pink in the night.

pairing fushiguro touji x fem reader

word count 1,579

notes big thank you to @kemakoshume for beta-reading this mess! <3 @http-404-error-unknown

WARNINGS fingering, dubcon somnophilia (consensual in my head, but it's not explicitly given here). reader has no pronouns.

MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.

You're not sure how long it's been since Touji bid you good night. The very passage of time has melded into one roundabout series: closing your eyes, lying on your side, praying you fall asleep, and then opening your eyes when your plea inevitably falls on deaf ears.

Your right side has gone numb from all the weight on it. From your attempts at staying stock-still in hopes that that will make sleep come to you more easily somehow. It doesn't — hasn't for the past half hour if you were to make a guess. You fall on your back with a heavy sigh. Is it too childish to count sheep?

"Quit moving," Touji grumbles, eyes still closed as he breathes evenly. "Shaking the whole bed."

"I can't sleep," you whine quietly, shifting back onto your numb arm so you can look at him.

He looks peaceful. Hard lines softened and squished against the memory foam pillow beneath his cheek, lips parted a little vulnerably to break that stoic mask of his; it's a startling contrast to the man he'll become when the sun rises.

He doesn't flinch anymore when you trace over the scar on his lip. Instead, he sighs. "I can see that."

"So help me." There's silence for a moment before you tack on, "Please? I'll make it up to you, promise."

He huffs.

"Turn around."

You do as he says and it's not a moment later that you feel his chest against your back, firm muscles and an all-encompassing warmth surrounding you. His breath fans across your neck, tickling the skin as he brushes chapped lips over you in a gentle kiss. "You're a piece of work, you know?"

You hum in agreement, closing your eyes and basking in his embrace. It's nice. The weight of his arm feels good around you, and the way his hand splays across your stomach to hold your body against his burns through your clothes, heating you up in all the best ways. It's amazing, if not a little scary — how comfortable you can be around someone so dangerous, how just being in his arms makes you forget about all your worries.

Most of them, anyway.

You stay like that for a few minutes, trying your best to just sink into his hold and drift off to sleep, but it's no use.

You sigh and call his name and he huffs like he was already expecting you to still be awake.

"Real piece of work."

"It's not my fault," you groan, yawning into your hand. It's almost laughable how your body is more than ready to fall asleep, but your mind is running a mile a minute, thinking of nothing and everything and all that rests between.

"Yeah, yeah," he utters. "Open your mouth."

Once again, you do as he says without question, just hope at the tip of your tongue that this plan of his will work. There's nothing special about the way his hand floats up your body. Two fingers slip past the seam of your lips to coat themselves in your spit. Your mouth feels a little dry, and the moment is a bit awkward since he's half asleep and still sluggish, but you make do. Saliva pools in your mouth and you lap at his fingertips until he pulls them out. His other arm weasels its way beneath your body, fingers hooking into your pajama trousers and underwear to pull them away, so his wet ones can slide in without hassle.

His fingers are coarse to the touch after a lifetime of labour, but they're heavenly on your body. It adds a certain roughness, makes every action feel a little more powerful and firm than the last, and he's nothing if not blessed with his hands and body.

He rubs slow circles over your clit, keeping your hips still with his other arm when you start squirming because of his motions. You can't help but whimper at the loss when his fingers dip down a bit to wade in your arousal, but your eyes roll back as soon as he returns. His wrist must be cramping in the tight confines, but he makes it work, fingers rolling over the bud a little more easily with your slick coating them.

"Come on, sweetheart," he drawls, voice husky with sleep. Each murmured syllable is low and rich; dark chocolate words rolling off his tongue steady like molasses, heady like the haze clouding your mind. His nose grazes along the crook of your neck to plant another dry kiss there. "Cum for me, yeah? You can do it. Nice and slow for me."

Just like he says, the build-up is nice and slow. Each circle drawn around your clit is another drop of ambrosia in the pit of your arousal, and it feels so good — so, so good — when he shifts his fingers a little to the right to press from a new angle and stars burst behind your eyelids. A broken whine escapes you as he fixates on that sensitive spot, breath tightening with a mewled ah, there, there, there and it isn't much longer that your release washes over you in calm, lulling waves; it's more akin to pouring warm honey than tides crashing at the shore, the slow, budding feeling of drowsiness making you focus solely on his fingers as he eases you down from your high.

Your mind feels light as a feather now, eyes staying closed as you gradually catch your breath. Your body an anchor, sinking into the clutches of sleep that you'd been aching the entire night for.

You try to call Touji, murmur a quick Love you, or even a thank you — you're not even sure which one to settle on, too tired to express your gratitude; your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, and you're not sure if the words come out slurred, if at all. You'll thank him properly in the morning if he's still here.

"You sleeping?" he asks, and you hum tiredly, shifting back into his warmth when he pulls his hand from your trousers. "Mm, fuck, wait."

You hum again, and he presses his hips closer so you can feel the firmness of his length through your clothes.

"Got me all—" he pauses to muffle a yawn into your shoulder before continuing "—all worked up."

Another hum. You feel him move around a little, hear the ruffle of bed sheets and his clothes before you feel his cock, a little heavier, a lot hotter poking against your lower back. You can't bring yourself to move when he pushes your trousers down, too. They don't go all the way, just far enough so that he can nudge his cock in between your thighs.

"Fuck," he groans when you squeeze your legs around him. Your body feels like lead, heavy and unmoving, and he's graphite, dragging his hips back and forth to enjoy the friction of your body around his cock. "So fucking good."

Your arousal trickles out of you as he pushes his length along your entrance, wetting the flushed skin of his cock before he lifts your leg atop his to create some space. His movements are lethargic, his mind wanting to slumber, his body craving your tight warmth, and he can't satisfy the former without obeying the latter.

He's not sure if you're even still awake, but you do let out a low groan when he pushes his cock into your sex. It's tight — you'll probably wake up to the consequence of little prep and be less than pleased, but he's too busy relishing the clench and heat around his length to care for that.

He savours the yearning hold of your walls when he pulls back slowly, and enjoys the quiet pap of his balls on the curve of your ass when he pushes back in. He's using up the final dredges of his stamina. There's another thrust, then he stays inside and rolls his hips against you, once, twice, just to see if you tighten around him. Then he thrusts again — or, he tries to. He's just so tired, though, and his movements feel lifeless, like he's nudging you with the tip of his cock and your body barely responds to his half-hearted efforts.

It isn't long before he's weakly spurting his cum into you. He's almost glad that you're too tired to comment — or too busy sleeping, he's still not sure — because he knows you would have made some snarky remark about him not lasting long. He can't bring himself to care about it when his cock softens inside you and the energy in his body completely depletes. He feels like a shell of a man yet he's never been fuller, left satiated but hollow from the fatigue. He hisses when you shift a little, your leg falling off of his, making you tighter around his length.

Maybe in the morning he'll treat you a little better: when the sun rises, he'll have you falling apart on his cock — twice, if you're not too sore, if you ask sweetly and thank him for doing this for you. Or maybe he'll realise he shouldn't have ever put your wants ahead of his own; he'll slip out of your warmth and wonder when staying the night even became the norm for him. For now, though, he presses a final kiss to your shoulder and falls asleep to the thought of getting used to this.

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