#toji drabbles

content: smut, prone bone, headlock, sweet talking, hurt/comfort, sensitive/anxious reader

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toji's nervous system hot-wires itself into overdrive the moment he hears you sniffle in the other room.

you’d had a small scuff up at work, nothing too severe. your had boss let you off scot free with a simple warning, but the fact that it’d even happened had been more than enough to sour your mood for the day.

the world was tough on a sweet thing like you. too harsh for a heart held together by the softest thread. toji always made sure to remind you of that.

he takes your head in his hands, thumbs running over the damp apples of your cheeks to calm you down.

“you wanna talk about it, or do you want a distraction, baby?”

you hiccup, pressing your palms over both eyes like it’ll keep your frustration at bay.

“i just wanna forget about today.” you sigh.

“i can help with that.” he promises.

˚ ✧ -

“come on out of there baby, you can do it.” toji taps two fingers against your temple, as if to coax you out of your own brain. “just feel good with me. don’t have to think about anything else.”

he takes you prone bone on days like these. stomach flush to the mattress while you pant, and writhe, and sink your nails into the headboard while he grunts out every single thing he adores about you.

“pretty little thing. such a sweet girl” he purrs, nuzzling into the crook of your neck like an overgrown house cat. “could fuck you forever.” you shy away from the affection, burying your face in the pillow to hide the embarrassing moan that escapes your lips.

“aww, that won’t do, will it?” he jokes, slipping the crook of his arm under your chin to keep your head locked in place, sending you right over the edge and into an orgasm that startles you both.

you couldn’t do much of anything right now even if you tried. not with how deep he’s hitting inside of you. your brain feels fried, sizzling around the edges like an egg in a pan.

not only that but you feel your heartbeat everywhere. in your chest, between your legs, your fingertips.

hell, you don’t even remember what you were upset about anymore.

call it a side effect of his heavenly restriction, maybe some rare sixth sense he only really uses on you. either way, he knows you like the back of his hand. knows just where to touch you to make you forget you were even feeling down.

“show me that face, cmon.” he commands, cock rutting so deep you nearly forget what planet you’re on. “need to make sure you’re okay.”

you’re more than okay. in fact, you’d let him fuck you like this for the rest of your life if you could.

“feels amazing.” you sigh happily.

“yeah? still having a bad day?” the softness in his tone is so painstakingly real. toji wants to know that he’s doing this right. more importantly, he wants your real answer. he’ll make you feel as good as humanly possible until the hurt from earlier is the furthest thing from your mind.

you shake your head. accepting the sloppy kiss he presses to the corner of your mouth. the arm once curled around your face sits idle by your hip, fingers tracing mindless patterns into your skin.

“i’m having an amazing day now, actually.” you admit shyly, still high on endorphins and affection.

your semi-naked body is pressed against his, ass snug against his morning wood and as the clock struck 5:00 toji’s alarm began to buzz. it ripped through the silence of his bedroom, shuddering him awake, interrupting his very peaceful sleep.

he knew he’d be tired when he woke up, and that his morning practice would be absolutely grueling. but, he couldn’t say no to your request to sleep over. you were finally done with all your midterms and were dying to see him.

now though, he could hear the way you were groaning at the agitating buzzing of his phone and he reached over as quick as he could before shutting it off.

"sorry," he grumbled, rubbing his hand over his face, his voice deep and husky as he spoke for the first time that day. you didn't say much back, half asleep, grinding closer to him with no thoughts in your mind—just an urge deep inside of you, and it was turning him on.

"baby," he grunted, "i've got practice." but he didn't bother stopping you, sinking into the warmth of your body, letting his his dick get harder with every sway of your hips.

in that moment, he couldn't stop himself from snaking his arm over your waist, teasing the waistband of your tiny little shorts, feeling how your skin was deliciously hot under his palm.

his fingers dipped into your panties, cupping your cunt, feeling how you rolled your hips towards him, coating his hand in your slick. both of you were on some sort of high, a sort of rough intimacy hanging in the air. there was so much to do, so much to say, but the only thing that could slip passed his lips were throaty groans which echoed into the curve of your ear.

within a matter of seconds, he had shimmied off his boxers, freeing his cock from the confines of his underwear. it was painfully hard, aching to be hugged by your gummy walls—to pulse inside of your inner warm, to be squeezed until his cum was overflowing from that tight pussy. he didn't care if the sounds of your early morning sex woke up his housemates—he'll be damned to take this cunt for granted.

toji guided his cock over your slit, running his pink tip over your folds, collected the rest of your early morning arousal onto his length, teasing every inch of your pussy before bothering to slip it in. he loved how wet you could get for him, and how even if your eyelids hung droopily over your sleep-ridden eyes, you still arched your back like a slut. his nerdy girl so needy so early in the morning—the thought made him shudder.

"mhh, toji," you sighed, and he knew that this was your way of begging him to fuck you right—enough of the teasing. he looked at the time and realized he wouldn't be able to take it as slow as he wanted, but he didn't care. his cock didn't care.

massaging your clit and thrusting into your pussy, he basked in the sounds escaping from your throat—he knew how to push all the right buttons, to make you sing like a sinful choir.

"that's it," he said in a hushed tone, "take alll of it, just like that." his words made the temperature of your body rise, clenching around him as he placed sloppy, open mouth kisses onto your neck.

toji is big — in more ways than one. towering height at over six feet, shoulders so broad and wide, and his build is thick. it’s obvious he works out and puts in the time to get himself to look the way he does.

and you, his sweet girlfriend, love it more than anyone else. maybe a little too much, but you’ve never been one to be ashamed of how much you enjoy your boyfriend. which is why toji isn’t surprised that you like his physique so much, if anything it adds one more thing to his list of ways to tease you. it’s a win-win, for both of you.

he loves that you’re proud of him, loud in your ways of showing others—and him, that you’re obsessed with him. he feels a great sense of pride every time you cling to him in public or when he catches glimpses of you texting your friends about how damn hot he is.

but what he loves the most is when you’re under him, pupils dilated. if you look close enough, he can see them contorted into heart shapes, all the more proving how much you love the position he puts you in: encaged under his big frame, like he’s protecting you from the world.

this was a stupid idea.

and you knew you were so going to regret it in the cruel unyielding light of day.

but in the dark shadows of the night?

ehhhh, it didn't seem that bad.

you were curled up under the covers, phone in hand as it rung once, twice and then one final time before he picked up; only sound on the other end being his breathing.

"…you there?" your voice was quiet, not sure if he'd heard you until he hummed in response.

you took a deep breath.

"i just wanted to say—"

you could hear the way his sheets rustled against the speaker, probably naked underneath them save for a pair of underwear that you could bet on anything had a hole in them and—

ok. focus on the task at hand.

"fuck you."

you exhaled, hand trembling slightly.

your friends had told you that the only way you'd be able to finally get over him would be to tell him just how mad you were, tell him exactly how much of a piece of shit you thought he was.

it'd taken all day for you to build up the courage to finally get your last word in, condensing what had been numerous hours of rumination into a few short words since he'd just upped and left around a month ago.

but then he'd just laughed.

it was slow, lazy and slightly raspy from sleep. it also made you feel all the wrong things—original plan to cuss him out starting to crumble as you felt your cheeks heat.

"where's this coming from?" he asked, more curious than angry; probably sat with his head resting in his hand, scarred lips raised in that way that never failed to make your head swim.

"i just, was thinking about all the ways you did me wrong—" your voice wavered.

he scoffed. "did you wrong?"

Imagine pranking toji, walking around pretending you’re talking to your friend on the phone while he sits on the couch and plays his game. He’s been paying zero attention to you, and it’s finally time that you get back at him. So you get dressed in your most revealing outfit, walking out the room with your phone to your ear. “No, girl, I swear I’m not busy. Yeah, I’ll be ready. I just finished. He’s playing his game he don’t care.” You peek over at Toji who immediately pauses his game looks over at you. His brows furrow and he throws his controller down.

“Like hell you ain’t busy? Where are you going?” He’s quick to his feet and walks over to you.

“Oh my gosh, nowhere Toji. Move!” You’re trying your hardest not to laugh, pushing at his chest.

He grabs your phone from you. “She won’t make it tonight she’s got business to attend to. More important than wherever you’re going….Hello? Hello?” Toji moves the phone from his ear and looks at the blank screen. “Are you serious right now?” The unamused look on his face has you cackling. He just stares at you with narrow eyes.

“That’s what your ass gets for being on that damn game all day.” You snatch your phone back. “Awe, don’t look so upset.” You plant a glossy kiss on his lips, teasing him.

“You really know how to piss me off,” he mumbles, rolling his eyes.

“But you know you love it.” You grin, kissing his lips again and he can’t help but smile because he knows you’re right. He wouldn’t trade this for anything. His hands find comfort on your hips. “You gonna start paying more attention to me now, old man?” You wipe your lipgloss off his lips with your thumb.

“You leave me no choice, woman.” He pulls you tightly, trapping you in his hood as he attacks your face and neck with kisses.

“Toji!” You laugh. “Stop!” You smack his bicep and try to push him off.

“No, no, you asked for this baby.” He smirks, still kissing you all over, his grip never faltering.

this usually works pretty well.

on adults.

but now, as you and him wait in line at the counter of the grocery store, he can only let out a huff of irritation as he watches the little brat in front of you both stare over his mother’s shoulder—big wide eyes locked on you.

at first you don’t really notice, too busy blabbering about something silly as you look around the store. but when you finally lock eyes with the child, you notice the way he seems to go shy, pressing his cheek deeper into his mom’s shoulder. his eyes flick away from your face for just a second, before timidly looking back. as soon as he does, you break into the sweetest, most giddy smile.

(toji would move mountains for a glimpse of that smile—and yet here this kid is just getting it without a shred of work.)

you tilt your head, raising a hand to gently wave at the boy, who flushes further under your attention, but lifts his cheek a little more. chubby fingers come up to meekly wave back, and you hold back a silent coo of affection, eyes filled with honey-like sweetness. with every little giggle and silly face you make at the boy, he seems to get more and more comfortable—toji watches you melt.

the unlucky little brat then quickly peeks at the giant man looming beside you, and toji can’t resist. his face pulls into a evil smile, teeth on full display as he wiggles his fingers sinisterly. the expression has its desired effect—the kid recoils, eyes going wide before burying his face into his mother’s neck. in a few minutes, the boy and his mom are heading out the store and you and toji start loading the groceries onto the belt.

“i saw that, you know?”

toji glances up, seeing your semi disapproving frown, and he cocks his head in faux innocence. “saw what?”

“you’re mean,” you shake your head, crossing your arms. “scaring little kids like that. quite literally the object of their nightmares.”

“ah, he’ll be alright,” toji grunts, taking the bags from the cashier in one hand and reaching for your palm with the other. “it’ll build his character.”

you snort. “he’ll have trauma.”

“like i said,” he grins, a canine display. “character.”

you roll your eyes as he tugs you out of the store—your grip on him unwilling to falter.

toji lives just like this, successful in scaring off any other person who considers giving you attention, whether that’s an adult or a little kid. and despite your exasperated complaints to at least lay off the children (they’re harmless), toji has known for a long time that he can be nothing but selfish when it comes to you.

so forgive him, if he quickly turns to this evil little tactic to scare away kids—it’s all he can really do. besides, it always works.

until now.

you’re sitting under a tree at a small park, working on some dumb assignment for one of your lectures. toji lays on his back next to you, arm draped over his eyes in a momentary respite from the normal danger of his life—eerily content.

the peace is broken by the rustling of tiny footsteps in the grass.

“here you go.”

toji pulls his arm away to peer at the owner of the voice. a boy stands there, hair tousled as he waits in front of you with his arm outstretched—in between his chubby fingers is a singular dandelion.

your eyes widen, cheeks splitting into a wide smile as you coo out your affection. “aw for me?”

the boy nods mutely, cheeks flushed as he thrusts the flower further into your view. you delicately pluck it from his hands, inhaling the fragrance with a grateful smile. “well thank you. it’s beautiful.”

he shyly kicks at a spot of grass, lips pulling up into a giddy smile under your sweet praise. “just like you,” he mumbles under his breath and you squeal softly, giggling at how adorable this kid truly is.

toji sits up before you can say anything else, lips pulled into a displeased frown as he crosses his bulky arms across his chest. “hey.” his voice comes out low and tense, even as he stares down his nose at the boy. “what are you doing?”

you turn to look at your boyfriend, at the exaggerated sneer that normally works wonders in scaring kids away, and you hold back an exasperated sigh. “toji—“

“who are you?” the boy frowns, sass appearing out of thin air as he looks toji up and down like he’s nothing but dirt under his colorful sneakers. you gape at him, eyes darting back and forth between the two as a smile threatens to make its way into your face. toji’s lips part in surprise, a tingle of heat crawling up his neck as he hears your hushed gasp of held back laughter.

“her boyfriend,” he grunts back, eyes narrowed in a way that’s oddly similar to the expression on the kid’s face.

“no way!” the boy huffs, pouting indignantly. his cheeks flush as he glares at toji—unfazed.

“uh, yes way.” toji realizes how petty he sounds, but he’s adamant—unwilling to stand down in anything that involves you.

the boy crosses his arms, mirroring toji’s pose. he rolls his eyes emphatically, lip curling as he sneers down his nose.

“isn’t she too pretty for you?” he asks bluntly. you smother another disbelieving gasp, and toji suddenly feels an unfamiliar thrill rush through his veins—this kid had guts.

“what do you know, brat?” there’s a smirk evident in toji’s voice now, and he uncrosses his arms to lean back on his palms, eyes shining with feral mirth.

“i have eyes,” the boy snaps back, putting both hands on his hips to appear more intimidating—it doesn’t work, he just looks cuter. “i can see her.”

“well quit it,” toji huffs in return. “not yours to look at.”

the kid narrows his eyes. “you’re mean!”

“and you’re nosy!”

“how am i nosy?”

“you’re comin’ over here and givin’ my girl flowers!”

“she deserves flowers!”

“of course she does! from me, you little brat!”

“you suck, old man!”

“what did you just call me?!”

a shout from across the park disrupts the heated bickering, and you all turn to see an older woman waving the boy over. he looks down at you, a sweet smile washing over his face as he tilts his head innocently. “that’s my mom. i have to go home now.”

“heh, sure thing. get home safe, okay?” you shoot toji an amused glance as you speak, and he sends a displeased glare back as he stubbornly crosses his arms again.

the boy nods, beaming at you. “okay! see you later!” he chirps. but just as he’s about to leave he turns back, eyes fixated on toji. “i hope your boyfriend learns how to be nice!”

and then he runs off.

you snort out another laugh, which only gets louder when you catch a glimpse of the way toji is practically sulking in the corner—scowling at the kid’s back with narrowed eyes.

the whole thing is so unbelievably endearing, and you can’t stop grinning as you pack up your things and stand up.

“let’s go home, toji.” you hold your palm out for him, and you’re rewarded with a pointed glance—he takes your hand anyway. even as you both exit the park, toji has an unamused pout on his face, glaring ahead.

you can’t resist.

“don’t tell me you actually feel threatened now,” you giggle, grabbing his bicep and pressing close. toji glances at you from the corner of his eyes, unamused—which only seems to make you laugh harder. “oh come on! he was so cute!”

“little brat,” he grumbles in return. “couldn’t take a hint.”

“you’re mad because the eight year old kid at the park didn’t want to believe you were my boyfriend?”

“the fuck do you think? of course i am. what do i look like if not your fucking boyfriend?”

you chortle, practically falling on him with the weight of your amusement. he sighs, disgruntled.

“it’s not funny, kid.” toji rolls his eyes at you—internally, he’s trying not to grin.

“it’s so funny, toji.” you straighten up, smiling at him with stars in your eyes. “you’re ridiculous and it’s so cute.”

he scoffs, giving you a sidelong glance before reaching up to tug at your cheek. “i’m definitely not the cute one.” he murmurs offhandedly before internally smirking at the way you seem to be caught off guard by his statement.

“whatever,” you mumble, holding his arm as you both continue walking home in relative silence. from the corner of your eye you can see toji’s expression as he mutely stares ahead, deep in thought. you decide not to disturb him, content on just feeling his warmth bleeding into your palm—always at your side.

toji replays the incident in his head multiple times as you head home. the bickering, the sass, and the unfiltered adoration that little brat seemed to have for you.

something clicks.

as you’re pushing open the door of your apartment, you hear toji quietly chuckle from behind you, and you turn to look at him over you shoulder. “what?”

he shakes his head slowly, eyes shut even as an uncharacteristically soft smile tugs at his lips. “just thinking…”

“about what?” you ask curiously.

nerdoji who isn't the dorky and meek nerd stereotype, but instead the smart and intimidating genius

nerdoji who's sooo cocky

nerdoji who's the mean kind of nerd because he thinks (knows) that he's better than you

nerdoji who has a giant superiority complex. he wasn't born naturally gifted, he worked hard to get this far. automatically, that means he's better. it kind of makes you wonder who he's trying to prove himself to

nerdoji who's a kinesiology major, because i said so, and because he can utilize his intelligence in a physical form

nerdoji who says "oh, you found that hard?" because he didn't. a polite way of saying haha loser

nerdoji who's the type to correct you on every little thing you get slightly wrong. it's so annoying, really, but his way of trying to flirt

nerdoji who's got impressive muscles to match that big, beautiful brain of his, yet you never see him in anything except a jacket and sweatpants. he dresses like a total bum, but that's simply bcs he's too focused on learning -- he couldn't give a damn about his looks

nerdoji who cracks his knuckles like he's about to start a fight, but he's literally just diving into another assignment

nerdoji, who doesn't talk much outside of class. people describe him as anti - social, overly indifferent, and rude -- he didn't seem to like people very much and was obviously content not being liked in return

nerdoji who you happen to get paired up with in some way or another (studying, tutoring, group project. guys literally whatever), and he surprises you with how gentle he can be in private. he takes the time to explain the material to you, slow and patient, until you have a better understanding of it

nerdoji who lets out a soft hum of approval when you get something right after struggling, scarred lip quirking up in a gentle smile as he leans back. "see? knew you'd get it."

nerdoji who lowkey likes when you ask questions bcs it's just an excuse for him to flaunt his intelligence and (hopefully) impress you

nerdoji who leans over your shoulder to point out something in your textbook, feeling warmth radiate off his body as his voice drops lower -- quieter, more focused

nerdoji, who pushes you hard to focus on your studies, using every bribe he can. it's persistent and frustrating, but he really just wants you to succeed

nerdoji who, at some point as you both become closer, begins to take extra notes just for you. his handwriting is surprisingly neat, like the effort he puts in his academic life just never runs out

nerdoji who tells you "attagirl" when you pass a test

nerdoji whose glasses slip down his nose every time he's really concentrated on homework, and his brows are all knitted together, and his jaw is visibly hardened and rguihgdds

nerdoji who doesn't know how to handle praise. you tell him he's impressive, and he'll just shrug it off with a smirk

pairing(s): husband!toji x reader, son!megumi x reader

summary: megumi wakes up with a nightmare, toji doesn't want to move, so he solves his own problem.

your face was smushed up against toji's chest as you slept deeply. your arm slung around his waist and your legs tangled in his as you breathed him in.

he was awake though, playing with your hair as he let the sounds of your muffled sighs against his chest and the white noise of the fan slowly drift him to sleep...

until the sound of the door creaking made him jump slightly, quickly moving to soothe you in case he startled you.

megumi shuffled in, rubbing his eyes as he walked to the corner of the bed. "dad?"