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๐๐ฐ. argument, relationship tension, jealousy, possessiveness, drunk reader, flirting for reaction, location tracking (consensual but mentioned), emotional manipulation undertones, degradation kink, rough sex, dominant toji, explicit language, praise/degrade mix, post-argument intimacy, toxic communication patterns, reconciliation through sex
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You donโt remember what the argument was even about anymore.
Something small. Something stupid. It always starts that way with Toji.
Raised voices. Sharp words. Him shutting down instead of explaining. You saying something just to hurt him back.
The kind of silence that follows that felt louder than the yelling ever did.
He leaves the apartment first. Says he needs air. Says heโll text you later.
He doesnโt look at you when he says it.
You donโt text him.
You stare at your phone for a while. Think about it. Consider typing something just to break the tension.
You donโt.
Instead, you go out.
โธป
The bar is loud, warm, crowded. Your friends are already tipsy when you arrive, and you let yourself melt into itโinto the music, into the drinks, into the feeling of not thinking.
You let the bass shake the thoughts loose.
You let the alcohol blur the edges of the argument.
Youโre drunk faster than you expect.
Thatโs when some guy slides up beside you.
He buys you a drink. Smiles too easily. Says something that isnโt even that funnyโbut you laugh anyway. A little louder than necessary. A little brighter than you feel.
You tilt your head just slightly.
You hold eye contact a second too long.
You know what youโre doing.
You just donโt care.
Or maybe you do.
Maybe you want Toji to feel it.
Even if he isnโt here to see it.
โธป
Toji shows up twenty minutes later.
Not because heโs stalking you. Not because he doesnโt trust you.
Because he still has your location.
Because he knows youโre out.
Because he loves you.
Because even when heโs mad, even when heโs frustrated, he still makes sure you get home safe.
He doesnโt walk up to you. Doesnโt interrupt. Doesnโt cause a scene.
He doesnโt drag you away.
He doesnโt glare at the guy.
He just stands at a distance.
Watching.
Hands in his pockets. Jaw set.
Making sure youโre safe. Giving you your space, and letting you cool off.
Until he notices.
The way the guy leans too close.
The way your hand lingers on the glass.
The way you laugh again.
The way your body sways just slightly toward him.
Youโre drunk. The guy isnโt
Toji clocks that immediately. His jaw tightens, fingers flex once at his side.
He isnโt fully blaming you.
He knows youโre upset. He knows youโre drunk. He knows he left first.
But heโs still upset.
Because youโre his.
And someone else is looking at you like they want something they canโt have.
โธป
You feel him before you see him.
That heavy presence. That quiet awareness that settles against your skin.
It makes your shoulders straighten.
You turn your headโand there he is.
Across the room.
Watching.
Not storming over.
Not calling your name.
Just watching.
You arenโt surprised.
You knew heโd show up eventually. He always does. Always hovering somewhere close enough to catch you if you fall.
You smile.
You excuse yourself from the guy without much explanation and stumble your way toward Toji instead.
He doesnโt move toward you.
He makes you come to him.
โHii babyyy.. hicโ you say, words slightly slurred, smiling like nothingโs wrong.
Like you didnโt just flirt with someone else on purpose.
Like you didnโt know he was probably somewhere nearby the whole time.
Toji doesnโt scold you.
Doesnโt accuse you. He doesnโt even ask what you were doing.
He just reaches out automatically, steadying you by the waist when you nearly trip over your own feet.
His grip is firm, rubbing your sides softly.
โYouโre drunk,โ he mutters.
You hum in agreement, leaning into him without hesitation. Itโs like instinct.
He smells like home.
Like the couch you argue on.
Like the bed you sleep in.
You miss the way heโs been slightly smiling at you since you walked over. Amused even.
With that small, dangerous curve of his mouth.
Like heโs letting you think youโre getting away with something.
โธป
You leave together without saying much.
Your friends donโt question it. They never do.
His hand stays firm on your lower back as he guides you out of the bar.
Not pushing. Never rough.
Just enough pressure to remind you heโs there.
The night air sobers you just a little.
Your head clears enough to remember what you were trying to do.
He doesnโt speak until youโre alone.
Until the music is gone. Until the crowd isnโt watching.
Until itโs just the two of you and the echo of everything unsaid.
Then his voice drops low.
โYouโre that desperate for some attention?โ
Thereโs no yelling. No accusation.
Just quiet heat.
You look up at him through your lashes.
You smirk.
โMaybe.โ
You want to see what heโll do.
Thatโs when he snaps.
โธป
โHoly shit,โ you gasp, clawing at the bed sheets as Toji rams into you from behind.
Toji chuckles behind you, pressing your head back down into the pillow. Heโs buried so deep inside you, reaching places that make your thoughts go blank.
โJust an attention whore, huh?โ Toji degrades, and you whimper into the sheets.
โJust canโt get enough, can you? Always fucking searching.โ He emphasizes it with a particularly hard thrust, forcing a broken sound from your throat.
โNo..! J-just yours..โ you whimper into the pillow, pushing back to meet him.
Everything is loud and filthyโskin slapping against skin, the wet sound of where youโre joined filling the room.
He thrusts into you againโabsolutely brutal. Knocking the breath out of your chest.
โDonโt stop,โ you gasp, gripping the pillow. โPlease donโtโโ
โWhoโs stopping?โ he murmurs against your neck. โNot me, baby.โ
The bed groans as Toji puts his full weight into it, driving into you harder. Your body jolts with every snap of his hips.
He can tell youโre close by the way you tighten around him, the way your body starts to tremble beneath his hands.
He leans in, pressing you down firmly, lips brushing your ear.
โCโmon, baby.โ
The coil in your stomach snaps. Pleasure crashes through you, making your body go slack and tense all at once, your breath stuttering as you come undone around him.
Toji groans when you clench tight, hips stuttering as he follows with a rough thrust, burying himself as he finishes.
You barely get a second to breathe before heโs gripping your hips again, flipping you onto your back and pushing your legs apart.
And heโs inside you again before the room even stops spinning.
โโ
Afterward, the tension shifts.
The sharpness melts into something heavier. Quieter.
The anger bleeds out of the room, leaving behind something raw.
He looks smug as hell, but he also just looks at you like heโs still trying to figure out whether heโs angryโฆ or just scared of losing you.
Like the thought of someone else touching you did something ugly to his chest.
His hand comes up to your jaw, not rough this time.
His thumb brushes along your skin slowly.
โYou donโt need anyone else looking at you like that,โ he mutters.
And itโs not a threat.
Itโs not control, nor is it dominance.
Itโs a confession.
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