ᰔ older toji loves to take care of his shy girlfriend ⋆𐙚 ̊.

content tags/warnings: age-gap, established relationship, fluff, older man, wholesome. ⋆˙⟡

a/n: for my girls who don’t know how to navigate through life, have crippling anxiety, and have no father figure whatsoever. <3 (it’s been a bit guys! hope you enjoy~)

it was down-pouring like absolute hell outside, the sky was grey and the air smelt like petrichor and morning dew. on days like this, toji just wants to stay home and sleep the day away, or more so, be with his sweet girlfriend.

you were the complete opposite of him, the opposite of what most people think toji would really go for in a woman to begin with.

toji was bold. you were meek.

toji was confident, you were hesitant.

toji was fierce, you were timid.

and most importantly, toji was older, he had life experience and had gone through hell and back. you… were still quite young, and didn’t know how to navigate some things, coming from a lack of support and stability growing up, which caused you issues in the long run.

toji loves every part of you, the way you can barely hold eye contact, the way you blush so easily around him from his teasing and his powerful words, the way you’re so trusting, seeking him of all people for guidance and support. he wants to be a system for you that he never had the privilege to receive when he was younger, he wants to shelter you from the cruelty of the world and just keep you innocent forever.

“please don’t go, toji. not yet.” you whimpered softly with teary eyes as toji was sliding on a snug, compression t-shirt that hugged his powerful, muscular torso and arms. you knew his routine— he had to go out and earn some money from time to time, money to pamper his girl and make sure the bills get paid for. he refuses to let you work, knowing damn well he can provide and make cash to last for miles.

toji hates leaving you behind. yeah, you were in the safety of your shared home, you had everything you needed. sometimes he even had shiu check on you to make sure you weren’t ceasing to function while he was absent. he knows how you tend to get when you’re alone.

“i know, doll. fuck, i don’t wanna leave either, but you know how it is.” he murmurs softly with a frown as he finishes getting dressed, before immediately sitting on the edge of the bed you're sitting on with a sigh. “cmere, don’t be like that.”

toji pulls you into his warm embrace, one calloused hand cupping the back of your head to stroke it, while his other hand was snug around waist. “it gets so lonely when you leave, toji. i don’t like it at all.” you say as you look up at him, seeking his reassurance and love like you always have. he loves the way you rely on him. “i know it’s necessary, but…” your voice trailed off… you could then feel your lips quivering slightly.

“remember what i always tell you, doll? i’m always gonna come back, you hear me? my pretty girl will never be alone for too long.” toji intercepts as he slowly rocks you in his arms, before kissing your temple. “hush, you’re a big girl, yeah? need you to be strong for me, just these two days.”

you hate when toji leaves, it sends you into a state of anxiety and loneliness until that front door opens again. you can mostly function just fine without him, but it’s so much harder to when you feel so lost. he’s your grounding presence, the hand that leads you, and you’re so afraid to lose the love of your life when he risks his life to make money. you’ve tried to convince him to find a safer way to make income, but he always assures you that he’s got this.

but it’s always so worth it when he comes back.

toji comes back sore, irritated, and a bit exhausted, but the moment he spots you, so soft and sweet in his space, it’s all forgotten and dropped behind him. the way you tend to his bruises and shed tears because you missed him because you thought he might not come back— it’s a reminder of how important he is to you. he’s always felt the need to prove everyone wrong before he met you, but now… the only approval he needs is from you.

on nights where you hide in your shell and allow for your mind and emotions take control of you, toji holds you on his lap, and he will not let you go until he knows you’re in the right headspace.

“don’t you dare listen to that stupid shit your head is tellin' you. it’s all bullshit.” toji gruffly murmurs as he rubs your back, occasionally pressing a kiss to your lips as you cried softly in his embrace, babbling anxiously. “ain’t worth the fuss, not when i know you’re the most perfect girl there is. the only voice ya need to trust is mine, understand?”

it doesn’t matter what you have to say about yourself, whatever “flaw” and “insecurity” you express with protest against his words, toji knows you better than you know yourself, and he knows you’re perfect just the way you are, all you need is extra support, and that’s okay.

at times where you’re confused about a typical adult thing to do or stressed about a bill, tojis there. he guides you through it with ease and always tells you to not worry about it, to just let him take the load.

“you’re too precious to be worryin' about a damn rent bill. don’t you know toji's got ya?” he says with that smirk, “you just sit there all cute and let your man handle everything, my girl doesn’t need to be so raddled all the time with nonsense.”

tojis support is forever lasting, he stands tall for you and helps you through the anxieties within your daily life. he knows you’ve struggled as a child and still do, knows that you can’t help the fear and confusion you always tend to feel. the way you function is the result of the way people have failed around you and neglected you, he understands that. he’s lived that himself. he will guide you like a lost little lamb towards the safety of his word.

if it were up to him, he’d keep you in a bubble, he’d never allow you to worry or cry again because of adulthood, or because someone looked at you funny. he knows he can’t just shelter you, but damn it he will do the next thing closest to it if he can. life is unfair, and he hates that you have to inevitably encounter an example of that from time to time. but when you do, he will always be there, and if anybody dares to hurt you? expect them to either get a dangerous look from him, or disappear to never be found or seen again.

he will teach you how to be comfortable in your own skin. how to only trust his word and nobody else’s. how to navigate through the stressful moments and little fears to overcome them. he knows you’re resilient, you’re capable, you just need someone to hold your hand through it and call you a “good girl.”

every accomplishment to come, every goal checked off the list, every little milestone, is so important to toji, he shows his appreciation by spoiling you and pulling you bear hug/ that nearly crushes your poor lungs, but you love every moment of it. god, you love him so much. and most importantly, he reminds you that you’re doing great, and to just keep up the work.

and so, toji was sprawled out along the sofa, long legs stretched out in front of him as you were laid along his chest, one muscular arm branded around your waist, while the other rests behind his head. he notices the way you sneak peeks up at him with those pretty eyes, the way you shyly smile and nuzzle closer to him like a kitten. just too cute.

he chuckles softly, pretending to not notice for a moment longer, before eventually moving his hand towards your face, and gently squishing your cheeks together, causing you to squeak with surprise. “ah! toji—“

“you’re not sneaky enough, babygirl. gotta give ya some stealth pointers sometime.” he teases as he releases your cheeks before pulling you closer. “you don’t have to be shy around me, you know i love when you look at me like that.”

moments like this, playful and cozy is why toji is always so eager to return home from a mission, to wake up everyday. it’s a reminder of the precious life he is responsible for, a reminder that there truly is still innocence and love left in this world.

“focus on the movie, silly girl. you picked it out, remember?” toji scolds playfully as his hand pats your bottom and squeezes it with a playful warning, a little whine coming from you. “okay… okay, you meanie.” you say softly, a hint of a cheeky little smile gracing your lips as you rest your head against his firm chest, listening to his soothing heartbeat as you both fixated on the movie playing on the tv screen. though, deep down you both knew you’d both get distracted and eventually ditch the movie all together.

toji is your safe space, and you are toji’s sweet girl.

ᰔ older toji meets his little ray of sunshine ♡⸝⸝

content tags/warnings: age-gap, wholesome, slight-smut, short fic, fluff. ⋆˙⟡

a/n: follow for more toji content! <3 ik this isn’t the best so bear with me.

there was once no such thing as gentleness in toji's life. to him, being gentle didn’t get you anywhere, only heartbreak and embarrassment.

there was once no such thing as warmth. only the cold, hard floors of the zenin clan and the icy gazes he would receive from everybody around him

but then, he met you.

you were different than the usual people he was surrounded by. different than the cold, money hungry loan sharks and the cocky sorcerers that he would hunt down.

you were soft in a way that made toji a bit jealous. untouched by the worlds cruelty. you were still young enough to not know what exactly it is that you want in life, what you want to be, but old enough to know better.

the way you looked at him— at first, it made him feel confused, unsettled. why did you look at him with those beautiful eyes? those orbs that held warmth, innocence, and a kindness that came so naturally to you, an eagerness to please that almost disgusted him.

you had no reason to smile at him, to greet him and ask if he needed anything. and yet, you did anyways. he told himself to not think about it too much, you were just doing your job as a waitress. and yet, you managed to maneuver your way within his heart.

after that, toji had made it a habit to visit that little downtown restaurant more frequently. he would tell himself that it was simply for the food, but deep down, he knew he was hungry for more than some simple ramen.

on days where he had nothing to do, nowhere to be, he was there. on nights where he was finishing his work at nearly midnight, he’d be there. and you were always there, so inviting, and so gentle.

next thing he knew, you both began to have legitimate conversations. you would ramble about some prick who you had to serve, or about how you had spent an hour getting ready last week just for your plans to get canceled. little meaningless, and simple talks, that meant so much to toji.

he barely did any of the talking, he was a listener, giving small grunts of acknowledgement and little nods. maybe even a chuckle if you were lucky.

and when you would giggle or blush… god, it made him feel like he was doing something right for once.

that’s when he finally gave you his name. a piece of him that he usually didn’t share so easily, unless if it was for mere business or transactional purposes.

now, everytime toji would enter the little restaurant, and you were there? he would hear that sweet, soft voice.

“tojiii~!” you would chime, waving and smiling from behind the counter or as you were taking an order.

for the first time in forever… or probably ever, he felt like he mattered to someone, even if it was just simply offering company or a reason for someone to smile. he didn’t feel like a tool, a weapon, or a reject. he felt like he was worth something.

little chats in the restaurant shifted into text messages, phone calls, and even small dates at the park or a ran-down takeout place which toji claimed to have “the best takoyaki in tokyo.”, with questionable staff and presentation.

you were like a bundle of joy, a ray of sunshine, and he was a grey cloud, a human thunderstorm. and yet, you both aligned so perfectly.

toji eventually reached a point where he didn’t want to be away from you for too long. didn’t want to go home to his barely furnished apartment and sleep in his bed with nobody beside him. he knew you were good for him, maybe too good. you balanced him out and even taught him that it’s okay to let go for a bit, to give yourself the luxury of happiness. you taught toji that he deserves love, and he deserves to love.

after less than three months of establishing a proper, healthy commitment to you and officially making you his girl, he offered that you come and live with him.

he knew you were still living with your parents, parents who wouldn’t approve of a rough, older man like himself. but he didn’t care. he stopped caring what people thought of him long ago— well… except for you.

now, you both live together, in his small, cozy apartment which now has touches of you all over the place.

your smaller shoes sat next to his in a cute contrast. your purse hanging at the front door where his keys laid. your trinkets and accessories occasionally scattered around the perimeter.

you made a cold, empty apartment feel so warm and full of life with your things, with your presence.

toji barely ate takeout food anymore, because you would now make him home cooked meals. you bought a cookbook just so you could learn how to make his favorite things. that spoke to toji more than anything.

older toji loved the way his large, calloused hands felt on your soft skin and your body. the way his body practically dwarfed yours, even if you wore heals or stood on a stool.

you loved how big toji's arms were. the way they’d so effortlessly lift you and embrace you into a bear hug.

“flex your muscles, 'ji!” you’d plead with that cute smile that toji could just never resist.

toji would always roll his eyes and grumble, but he loved every second of it, a smirk on his lips. “you’re insatiable, baby.” he could playfully complain, all while complying with your demands and flexing his arms.

when you would make fun of how old toji was compared to you, basically ragebaiting him, he wouldn’t show that it bothered him at first, he’d simply give you that “really?” stare.

if you kept egging it on and teasing him, telling him that he’d grow grey hairs soon or would break a hip, toji would show you just exactly how “old” he really was.

“heh, you’re cute. what happened to runnin' that pretty lil mouth’a yours, hmm?” toji would taunt as he had you laying on your tummy in his bed, his muscular body pinned against your back as his thick cock pounded your pussy, making your ass jiggle and slap with each thrust, your sweet cream schlicking onto his shaft and balls with each fwop and slap.

“i-im sorry, toji! please— mmh!” you would whine as you grasped onto anything you could, a pillow, the sheets, his forearms. you would act all shocked from the outcome of teasing your boyfriend, but you enjoyed every bit of the “punishment” toji would give you, whether it was putting you over his knee and spanking that bratty ass, or fucking you around the house until you were put to sleep.

toji may be quite a bit older than you, but he can keep up. he knows better than those arrogant, clueless boys your age. he knows how to effortlessly make you laugh and smile, he knows your favorite chip flavor. he knows how to make your brain go blank when he fucks you. there’s never a time where toji lets you pay for anything. “don’t you worry about money, doll. you just stand there n' look like my pretty girl.”

he would fix things around the apartment, bring you home your favorite candy or snack if he went out, would call you at night if he was away during a mission.

older toji till this day doesn’t understand what he did to deserve such a sweet, perfect girl such as yourself, but he knows that he ain’t ever letting you go. he knows someday he will put a ring on that finger and take your last name, to give you a baby.

he was the storm, and you were the sun that would soon after come to wash the rain and clouds away.

ᰔ toji upsets his girlfriend during an argument and tries to comfort her afterwards. ༄.°

content tags/warnings: established relationship, comfort, angst, fluff. ⋆˙⟡

a/n: request from anon! hope you enjoy <3

it was another one of those late nights again, where toji was out on one of his risky missions, leaving you to worry and stress in your shared apartment that felt empty and cold without his presence.

from the day you found out what exactly he “does for work” and how he manages to have so much money, you’ve made it clear that you were worried for his safety, hell— his sanity. there’s no way it was good for his mind, you thought. you would always try to encourage him to find something better, even if it meant less income.

but every time, he would soothingly shut you down with a few simple words: “i know what im doin', baby. don’t worry about me.” “it ain’t too bad.” “you know i’m always gonna come back to you, yeah?”

regardless of that, you never felt truly reassured, and it’s never quite led to an argument, but… tonight, things just seemed to overflow in your chest, and it all came out.

12:00AM, toji had just stepped into the apartment, gently closing the door with a soft click that seemed to strangely reverberate through the space. he immediately sensed tension, and he knew that tonight wasn’t going to be a quiet, peaceful one that he would’ve hoped for it to be.

“doll… i’m home. got ya your favorite snacks, too.” he calls out as he slides his shoes off and places the plastic bag of snacks on the entryway table, his eyes narrowing suspiciously as he looks around. “babe?”

“toji.” you addressed him quietly, making your presence known. you were sitting on the living room sofa, already in your pajamas, your expression filled with hurt, frustration, and worry. “you’re home late. again.”

he heavily sighs, taking a moment to think about what to say, before he slowly strides into the living room with you. you could see the dried up blood stains on his tight shirt, the bruising on his knuckles and joints from the extrusion and the strain of this mission.

“i know, im sorry babygirl.” he murmurs, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. “but you know im always gonna come back—“

you immediately interrupted him, “do i, toji? do i really know that?” you say with a slightly raised voice that even surprised you. toji’s eyebrows rose, he’s never seen you this worked up before. “when you say that, it never really helps, you know that, right?” you expressed with frustration, tears already misting in your eyes.

toji was taken aback for a moment, before quickly recovering, stepping closer to where you were sitting. “hey, calm down—“

“no, toji! i’m not going to calm down, not when you’re… killing people just to support us, because you think you’re somehow invincible!” you cried out, standing up so you were both now sort of leveled. “find a better job, toji!”

that’s when the anger started to bubble in toji's chest. he wasn’t angry at you, really. he was angry with himself, and he felt the need to become defensive.

“don’t you shout at me, you’re bein' a pain tonight— shit. we’ve talked about this!”

“no, we haven’t! all you do is just… say the same things over, and over again. you don’t ever hear me out! you don’t ever hear my worries or suggestions!” you bit back, moving closer to him, fists clenched and body tense. “it’s like you care more about your pride than me—“

that last sentence did it for him, and before you could even finish it, he moved forward and backed you up against the wall, his expression angry, almost cold as he gets in your face.

“say that shit again. i fucking dare you.” he growls, one of his hands clenched tightly in a fist as it rests beside your head. “you don’t EVER, question what i feel for you, what i KNOW is true. if you would just… stop being a bitch and TRUST me, then—!”

but before he could go on a rant, that’s when he saw it— the fear in your eyes, the way you were trembling and on the verge of crying. damn it, he’s really fucked up this time.

“fuck… sweetheart, i’m sorry.” he breathed out, attempting to pull you into his embrace, but you whined and began to push him away, your hands shoving and hitting at his firm chest. “hey hey! c'mon, don’t be like that, shhh.”

after some struggle, you eventually relented, crying and hiccuping in his arms as you babbled, your fists hitting his chest in anger, “you’re so mean, toji. why can’t you just… listen to me!?” you said, your voice wavering. “why must you resort to hurting my feelings?”

toji’s chest was twisting with guilt and weariness, his strong arms tightening around you as you allowed yourself to cry and release some pent up anger. he knew words wouldn’t help yet— not until you were calm, and sated.

he continues to shush you softly, before grabbing your waist and carefully lifting you into his arms, cradling you close as he carries you to the sofa, settling down on the cushions with a soft grunt, holding you on his lap. “i’m sorry, doll. m'so sorry.” he murmurs quietly, his expression conflicted and tired.

. . . some minutes pass, and your cries eventually began to fade, leaving you tired, but in a more clear state of mind, less weight on your shoulders. toji looks down at you, his calloused hand gently cupping your cheek, using his thumb to brush away your tears. “there you go… my sweet girl.” he says as he shifts you in his lap to face him fully.

“damn it, i…” toji bit his tongue for a moment, allowing himself to suck up his pride for you. you didn’t need his pride right now, you needed him bare, you needed to hear his vulnerability.

“i’m sorry for all those times, doll. i was an idiot, a real fucking idiot.” he began, his hands slowly stroking along your back. “i’m sorry for cornering you like that, n' calling you a bitch.” he says, his voice tensing a bit, clearly bothered by his own actions. “fuck, i don’t deserve ya, i really don’t.”

you were silent for a long moment, taking in his words, before letting out a shaky breath, rubbing your eyes. “hey… you know i still love you, hm?” you say softly, trying to give him the reassurance that he needed. “i love you more than anything. but we can’t keep doing this, okay…? we need to communicate. properly. that means not brushing me off, and resorting to anger. just… listen to me, please.” you pleaded softly, your expression soft and seeking for reciprocation.

toji was silent for a moment, basking in your words. they repeated in his mind like a song, his eyes closing as he takes a deep breath, just holding you close and feeling your heart beat against his.

finally, he opens his eyes and allows his gaze to meet yours, his hands sliding up from your waist to your upper arms, giving them a gentle squeeze as he kisses your temple.

“alright, babygirl.” he murmurs, his voice soothing and his mind no longer scrambled.

“let’s talk about it. the right way.”

ᰔ tojis chubby girlfriend is secretly a little freak! ⪩ ⪨ ꠹

content tags/warnings: established relationship, smut, chubby reader, appreciation, smut. ⋆˙⟡

a/n: i love to imagine toji loving women who are thicker and softer. aka me LOL

toji has always had a general impression of his sweet, soft girlfriend.. you. that for the most part, you were rather innocent from his more lustful nature, and didn’t quite indulge as much as he did or have much knowledge. yeah, you guys would have sex, but you were always so shy about it, and he was the one to teach you quite a lot during intimacy.

but he found himself very much wrong one day.

he was visiting your little cozy apartment after you both had went on a date to watch the horses race, and you were in the bathroom, leaving him alone in your room for a spell. toji was settled on your bed, about to grab your laptop to put something on for you both to watch, knowing you would want to relax and snuggle with him soon.

that’s when he saw your phone on the bed, and it was unlocked, on the lock-screen which had a picture of you both during one of your cute little dates. “tch, figures.” toji murmured to himself fondly, finding it endearing that you’d have him as your lock-screen.

toji wasn’t much for invading your privacy, he knew to respect any boundaries you would place, but fuck, who would he be to lie to himself? he wanted to know your secrets, what you did on your phone when he wasn’t around… a tiny part of him was nervous that maybe you would be talking to another man, but no— he trusts you, wholeheartedly.

. . .

five minutes on your phone, and the way he used to see you had shifted quite a bit, in the best way possible.

smutty fan-fictions, saved porn videos on twitter, lustful thoughts you would post on your social page in an anonymous account about getting dicked down… you weren’t the innocent little thing he thought you were after all.

toji had a feral grin on his face. “shit, princess. you’ve been hidin' from me.” he murmurs, his free hand groping his already hardened cock beneath his black jeans. this was his best discovery yet since the day he had tried pork ramen for the first time.

and so, when you had stepped out of the bathroom, you saw the way toji looked like he had just found treasure, all mischievous and clearly up to something. so with a soft, confused expression, you closed the bedroom door and addressed your boyfriend. “toji? what has you so… giddy?”

“you tell me, dollface. what has me so “giddy”?” he repeats your question rhetorically, before slowly standing up, approaching you and looming over your shorter form, your eyes widened as he then backed you up against the wall. “t-toji?”

that’s when he held your phone screen right to your face, the screen showcasing your secret social account, where your most recent post was talking about “being folded into a full nelson while being dicked down like a bitch in heat.”

“t-toji! you went through my phone?!” you squealed with embarrassment, trying to snatch it. but of course, being the meanie he is, he held the phone up high, way out of your reach with a shit eating grin on his handsome face. “give it back, please!” you whined. “you can’t just—“

“give it back?” he firmly interrupted. “give it back when i just found out that my pretty girl is such a dirty lil' thing? fuck that.” he smirks, before tossing your phone onto your bed and gripping your plump hips, then pulling you right against his erection. “baby, you owe me for keepin' this from me… tell me, why have you been hiding from me?” he whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe, making you shiver.

“i saw them videos ya saved to your bookmarks… of sexy lil' things like yourself being fucked proper by a real man. saw the things you were saying on those blogs…” toji continued, grinding his prominent bulge against your soft tummy. “t-toji, you…” you stammered over your words, feeling flustered and defeated.

“i just… i dunno. i didn’t know how to… act like that in real life.” you tried to explain, your chubby thighs quivering with fearful excitement as you felt his hands rubbing up and down your hips. your panties we’re already soaked. “i feel confident on my phone, b-but… not so much outside of it.”

“then let me help you, doll.” toji growls as he then suddenly lifts you up as if you weighed little to nothing, a cute gasp escaping from your lips. “ah!” your limbs wrapped around him tightly, already knowing you were in for a long, long afternoon.

“we’re actin' out every damn post you’ve made. from the full nelson, to doggy style. you ain’t gettin’ out of this, baby.” toji chuckles as his large hands slide down to roughly grab onto the soft, plumpness of your ass as he grunted, holding you up effortlessly. “gonna have to fuck ya until you can’t think anymore. gotta show this sexy body some love.”

two hours. two hours, and he was utterly relentless, not giving you any mercy. no breaks, no nothing. you had already came at least… 4 times now? each orgasm becoming more and more intense as he milked them out of your system.

“hah— f-fuck! toji, please!” you squealed, tears and drool smeared over your pretty, flushed face. hell, you still had some of his cum on your nose from when he face fucked you just an hour ago.

you were both in bed, and you were positioned to be on your trembling hands and knees, your plump ass in the air and face shoved into the soft mattress. toji was grunting and panting like some beast, his sweaty chest pressing against your quivering back as his thick cock drove in and out of your clenching, creaming pussy. “fuck, can’t get enough of this sexy body. can’t get enough of you. do you see what you’re doin' to me, babygirl?” he growled, his large hands sliding from your hips and up to your jiggling tits to roughly grope them as he thrusts in, and out, in, and out— with a relentless pace that was abusing your g-spot.

sex with toji was always intense, was always draining and so utterly satisfying, but this… this was just insane. you could feel your mind going fuzzy, you couldn’t think straight. what even was your name? where were you? hell if you knew.

the sound of his heavy balls going “fwop” and “slap” against your skin, the sensation of his veiny cock itching your overstimulated walls with each, mean thrust, and the way his hands were groping your softness like he could never let you go, not leaving one part of you untouched… it was all you ever wanted. all you could think about.

not even five minutes later, after making you orgasm a record-breaking fourth time in a row, he was sitting on his knees in the bed, his muscular arms branded around your waist. you were positioned to be laid upside down in bed with your lower body being supported by his strength, your chubby thighs uncontrollably trembling around his head as his face was buried between them, feasting on your slick, sensitive cunt. his tongue was bullying your poor little clit as you loudly moaned and cried out so shamelessly, a contrast from your usual, kitten-like moans.

“mmph— fuck.” toji groaned heavily against your pussy as he slurped and tongue-fucked your poor hole. his knuckles were nearly white from gripping your hips so tightly, his dark, green eyes never leaving your face as he feasted on you. you were a vision of beauty, a vision of bliss.

“never fuckin' hide away from daddy again, you hear me?” when you didn’t respond, too invested in the painful pleasure he was providing, his hand roughly smacked your ass, making it recoil and bloom with his red handprint as you cried out. “i said, do you fucking hear me?”

“y-yes! yes daddy, never, ever again!” you loudly cried out. you were just a cute little mess, face damp and flush, pussy sloppy with mixed-fluids and clenching against toji’s skilled mouth. if there was a heaven, this would be it.

by time another hour had passed, you were now laid on your back in the sweetest, meanest mating press. but it wasn’t rough or dominating like these past two hours have been. no— toji was fucking you with slow, deep strokes, letting every long inch of his cock slide innnn, and out of your desperate cunt.

you couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. poor you, you were just taking it so perfectly, his leaking, slick tip kissing your g-spot with terrifying aim. your sweaty bodies were rubbing and pressing together, your noses brushing against one another as he whispered to you against your pretty lips.

“my perfect girl. so fuckin’ beautiful, so mine.” he moaned, continuing his sensual thrusts. the haze of lust wasn’t gone, but now, it was electrified with genuine appreciation, with love. “toji loves you, ya hear me? i love you so damn much.” he whispered in your ear, before pressing hot, wet kisses down your neck and shoulder, his breath hot and heavy against your skin, causing you to whimper and get goosebumps, a little chuckle rumbling in his chest.

“gonna fill this soft tummy with my baby. you’re gonna take it, yeah?” he breathed heavily as he stares down at you. you nodded desperately, your words slurred and a bit incoherent as you moaned. “g-gonna take it… mmh—!” right as you replied, he increased the pace, his cock throbbing deep inside of you as he pounds you with all he’s got.

“fuck fuck fuck— gettin' close again, doll. take it, take this dick.” he growled loudly as he fucks you harder and faster, holding your plump, hickey-covered thighs on his broad shoulders as he trembles, his hips beginning to stutter and twitch. he was losing his goddamn mind.

toji stares down at you, god— you were so fucking beautiful. your curves, your stretch marks, the way your soft skin jiggled with the force of his thrusts. it was the perfect, final push to the finish line.

“uuh— shit!” he groaned and gasped as his thrusts became shorter and more desperate, before slamming into you one last time, his hips pressing snugly against yours as he trembles and groans. “fuckkkk… take it, baby. that’s it…” he hissed through his teeth as you squealed and whimpered, cumming in tandem with your beloved. your pussy pulses rapidly and releases a slick, slimy warmth against his shaft, sucking him deeper inside of your womb as his tip releases his hot, fertile seed deep inside of you, ultimately marking you as his. his cock was like a fountain, spurting so much copious amounts of his cum deep inside of you.

now, the both of you lay panting, trembling, and utterly spent. toji squeezes you close into a bear hug as you had just passed out beneath him, into a needed slumber after being fucked so good. toji kept his dick deep inside of you as he catches his breath. “shit… love you so damn much.” he murmured softly, admiring your peaceful, sleeping face.

one thing you knew for sure, you were definitely gonna need some proper aftercare.

ᰔ toji takes his shy girlfriend out for dress-shopping 𝄢

content tags/warnings: established relationship, risky public sex, smut, fluff. ⋆˙⟡

a/n: had this idea at like 4am im finally writing it out now lol

you and toji had this sort of routine everytime he went out on one of his jobs for a quick cash grab n' go.

when he would come back, there came the comfort, the tending to the bruises he may have, then he’d fuck the daylights out of you and tell you how much he missed his pretty thing.

but the day after, he would take you wherever you wanted to go, and buy you whatever it is that you would want that day. he knew that leaving you behind for a couple of days would cause you stress and anxiety, so he wanted to make up for it in any way he could.

and so, that’s how you two got here— toji was in the car with you, settled behind the steering wheel driving towards the mall, and you were in the passenger seat, his large hand resting on your soft thigh, warm and heavy on your skin.

“you excited, babygirl?” toji asks you, momentarily glancing beside him to see your expression, before focusing back on the road, his hand soothingly rubbing up and down on your thigh.

with a little smile, you nod, your soft hand resting on his rough one. “yes, toji. i can’t wait to see the pretty dresses they have.” you say with some excitement bubbling up in your chest. “i’ve always wanted to go to that boutique i saw.”

he hums, before smirking, making a sharp turn into the parking lot that was connected to the busy mall ahead. “yeah… i can’t wait either.” he says with a hint of innuendo laced in his tone, before finding a parking spot and killing the engine. “let’s go, sweet girl.”

toji's hand was laced with yours, keeping you close and in his bubble. every-time you both went out into public settings, he always knew to keep his girl close, especially since you didn’t like the crowds too much.

the inside of the mall was bustling with energy, from obnoxious teenage boys, to couples like you and him, just having a good time. you snuggled closer to tojis side, feeling a little nervous. “toji…”

“shh, you’re okay. just some noise.” he murmured almost unconsciously as he pulled you closer to his side, his hand letting go of yours and instead, wrapping his muscular arm around you. “focus on me, doll. nobody else matters.”

finally, you both found the cute little boutique, with stylish fabrics and pretty things that toji was already imagining on your body. “look at all the pretty clothes, toji.” you pointed out with a smile, looking at the display windows.

“yeah, real pretty. but they’d be prettier on ya.” he says as he guides you into the boutique, his body buzzing a little with excitement. “let’s see what they’ve got.”

and so, forty-five minutes pass by, and you and toji landed on three pretty dresses, now heading towards the fitting rooms. now this is the part toji was really looking forward to.

toji settled on one of the cozy chairs across from the fitting room doors, spreading his muscular thighs and fixating on you as he smirks. “i’ll be right here, doll. make sure to show me these pretty lil dresses, yeah?” he says, earning a little nod from you as you retreat.

as you busied yourself, he was already thinking of all of the things he wanted to do to you in that dressing room. but for now, he kept his cool, at least until he couldn’t anymore. shit, he was already half-hard. see what you do to him?

lost in thought, your soft voice called out to him, “h-how do i look?” toji quickly snapped out of his daze to look up at you, his eyebrows raising a fraction.

there you were, the first dress. it was a pastel yellow with pretty white lace and puffed short-sleeves that hugged your body just the right amount. it was perfect for a walk in the park, a little picnic date. you shyly bit your lip as you felt tojis heavy gaze roam down your bare legs. “toji?”

toji takes a deep breath, before grinning. he was so enjoying this. “like the prettiest doll i’ve ever seen. give me a lil’ spin, baby.” he says, half-groan. and with his command, you gave him a small twirl, the fabric of the dress swishing slightly around your soft legs. “that’s it. yeah, that one’s perfect, we’ll get it.” he says satisfyingly, his fingers twitching to touch, to feel, to grip.

“yay! thank you, my love.” you say with a soft smile. “i-ill try the second one on now, okay?” you say as you then scurry back into the dressing room, not knowing that your boyfriend was damn near losing his mind just from looking at you. he was fully hard now, his hand resting over his bulge to half-conceal it. “damn it.”

a minute later, toji heard footsteps near him again, and he knew he was about to be blessed with the sight of you again. “do you like this one?” your voice says, soft and seeking his approval. toji's eyes darkened as he fixated his gaze on you.

this dress was a perfect fit for the beach or a hot summer day. it was sky blue and thin, almost see-through, and it was flowy, with white lace on the straps. he could see your bra and cute panties underneath, your smooth skin… his eyes trailed up and down, taking in every inch of your body dress.

“fuck, babe. c'mere, gotta get a closer look.” he was sitting up right now, his knuckles white from clenching his fists so hard. once you were within his reach, his hands immediately grabbed your waist, earning a little gasp from your lips. “oh!”

“you just don’t know what you’re doin’ to me, pretty girl. makin’ it hard for me to be a civilized man right now.” toji groans as he caresses your waist, giving it a squeeze, before sliding his hands up to feel your smooth arms. “you look gorgeous, doll. ya gotta wear this when we head to the beach next month.” he says as he stares up at you, his gaze heavy, yet worshipful. you were his everything, the woman of his dreams.

“oh toji..” you gushed, unable to hide the blush on your cheeks and the way your heart fluttered. he always knew his way with words, just the right way to touch you. “is it really that good on me?” you asked as your hands rest on his shoulders, feeling a little hesitant about his words.

toji didn’t answer verbally yet, instead, he just tightly wrapped his arms around you, his head resting on your stomach as he stares up at you like a predator, ready to pounce. his hands, once gentle and worshipful, were now firmly groping your ass cheeks, making you shiver and mewl. “good isn’t a well enough word, baby. i’m fuckin' hard as a rock right now. do you understand how hard it is to just sit here? knowing i have the most perfect girl on my arm?”

he takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm, before letting go of you reluctantly. “go change. let me see this last dress, then we’ll get outta here.” he says, his voice a bit clipped. you could see his prominent bulge in his jeans, twitching slightly. “u-uhm. okay, love.” you say, flustered and a bit shocked as you retreated back to the dressing room. you weren’t gonna end this day without his cock stuffed inside of you, that’s for sure.

… nearly five minutes pass, and you were still in the fitting room. toji’s patience was worn thin, but he also knew that you might feel insecure about this last dress. slowly, toji stood up and called out to you. “hey, everything alright?” no response.

his eyebrows furrowed as he then strode towards the door, giving it a single, firm knock. “don’t go silent on me, doll. ya know i hate that shit.” he says, waiting to hear your voice. finally, you respond, “i… i don’t like this dress, toji. you’re gonna hate it.” you whimpered softly.

toji scoffs, his muscular arms crossing over his broad chest as he leaned against the door. “baby. when have i ever hated anything that ya wear? don’t be like that. let me in.” he says, his tone letting you know that it wasn’t a request.

when you didn’t respond, his eyes narrowed and his hand wraps around the door knob, turning it and pushing the door open. “doll, seriously, you…” his words trailed off as he spotted you. your eyes widened as you shyly hugged yourself. “t-toji!”

the third dress was… shit, it was perfect. the fabric was a baby pink color, with white lace and all, but it was a tight fit on you, and very short, the dress only going down to your upper thighs. toji could see your sternum, the edges of your panties…

“it doesn’t fit, a-and it’s too short, and it’s really tight! and—“

before you could continue making meaningless observations and chattering, toji locked the fitting room door and backed you up against the wall, his breathing heavy. “shut up, doll.” he says firmly.

his cock was already rutting against your crotch, his breathing heavy as he stares down at you with that look in his eyes, the look that would immediately make you be quiet and submit. his hands had a tight grasp on your waist.

“it’s fucking perfect. i don’t give a shit whatever it is that you’re seein’, if i say it’s perfect, then that’s what it is.” he growls, his hands sliding under your dress and cupping your soft ass, making you gasp. “i don’t appreciate you bein' so hard on yourself.”

he then leans in, his nose brushing against yours as he whispers hotly against your lips. “someone needs a reminder. and i don’t think it can wait until we’re in the car.”

. . .

and that’s how you ended up here. you were being held up in the air, back against the wall as toji's jeans were shoved down to his ankles, his thick cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy, making slick and obscene noises in the small room. the dress you were wearing was now bunched up, and your panties were shoved to the side in the midst of your passion. your arms and legs were wrapped around him tightly for support.

“aah—! t-toji, not here!” you gasped and whimpered, struggling to stay quiet as his rough hands were holding you up by your waist, grunts and growls coming from him. your cunt was squeezing him so tight, sucking him in and coating his shaft with that sweet, creamy arousal.

your protest earned a spank to your ass, a muffled cry coming from your lips as he then crushes his lips onto yours, his hips grinding and slapping against yours as he tongue-fucks your mouth. “mmph— fuck, doll.” he groaned heavily into the kiss, his balls tightening from the heavy arousal he was feeling. “gotta be quiet. gonna be a good girl f'me and listen to daddy?” he whispered against your lips breathlessly as he continues to fuck into you.

the lower part of the dress was ruined at this point, damp with your arousal and wrinkled. toji then suddenly pulled his cream-coated cock out of your cunt with a slick “pop,” a whine of protest coming from your mouth.

“t-toji—“ before you could finish, he was turning you around and shoving your front against the wall, his rough hands grabbing your hips and shoving his dick back inside of you where it belongs, his lower abdomen now snug against yours ass as you cried out, his voice rough as he spoke out. “hah— fuck, that’s it. such a good girl.”

it was too much, your mind felt hazy and you couldn’t stay quiet, not with his cock thrusting in and out of you, managing to hit that sweet little spot inside of you every single time. not when you could feel his breath against your neck and hear the way he himself was struggling to stay quiet.

the thrill was both nerve-wracking and exhilarating, knowing that anyone who entered the boutique, anyone who went near the fitting rooms… they could possibly catch you both in the act, hear the passion and the desperation of the coupling. it was a feeling you’ve never felt in your entire life, and yet, you didn’t want to stop, despite the fear, despite the worry.

“shit, gettin' close. need ya to be quiet, you’re doin' sooo good.” he praises roughly with a lustful smirk as his hips slap and twitch against your ass, his cock starting to throb inside of you. your hand was clasped over your mouth, high muffled moans and cries vibrating against your palm as your thighs trembled. “g-gon… gonna…!” you fumbled over your words, but toji already knew what you meant when your walls started to pulse.

“yeah? gettin’ close for me, doll?” he taunts as his chest presses against your back, his thrusts starting to become staggered and short with desperation. “fuck— cum for me, cum on this dick like a good girl.” he groans as one of his hands slides around to your stomach, before trailing down and finding your little pulsing clit, rubbing it in tight, up-and-down motions. that did it for you.

with a keening cry that you were unable to conceal, your thighs buckled and your pussy tightened painfully on toji's cock as it began to pulse rhythmically, your orgasm intense and wet as your arousal leaks down his dick and balls, claiming it for your own. “toji!” you babbled and cried out, panting with extrusion.

“hah— fuck yes, doll! that’s it…” toji moans triumphantly, giving you a few more desperate thrusts and rubs on your clit, before bottoming out deep inside of your pussy, hugging you tight from behind as he lets out a long, strained groan, his tip pulsing and gushing out his hot cum deep inside of your belly. “nngh— fuck…”

it took quite a second for you both to recover from the intensity of your climaxes, leaving you both panting and trembling in the heated fitting room. the pretty pink dress was ruined, and the clothes were forgotten about in the midst of the intense passion you both shared.

after a moment of trying to catch his breath, toji chuckled softly, pressing hot little kisses along your neck and behind your ear, causing you to whimper and shiver so sweetly, his warm hands holding you up and caressing your stomach. “still think i hate the dress, babygirl?” he says a bit mockingly, earning a little fuss from you.

that’s when a hesitant, female voice could be heard outside of the fitting room door, concerned and suspicious.

“e-excuse me… is everything alright in there?”

ᰔ toji helping his poor girlfriend with her period struggles. :(

content tags/warnings: established relationship, menstrual cycle, mention of blood, fluff, smut. ⋆˙⟡

a/n: got this idea from my friend mishie! <3

toji somehow had a radar where he always knew when you were about to start your cycle, or when you already have.

the way you didn’t want to get out of bed, the way you either wanted to eat a mountain of snacks or to just not eat at all, the way you clung to him as your abdomen tortured you, the list goes on.

so when he woke up at 7AM to start his day and you didn’t follow him around like a little puppy? he already knew something was up, his poor girl was in pain.

toji slowly opens the bedroom door to peek inside of the dim bedroom, his body and hair damp from the shower he had just taken, a towel wrapped around his waist. “hey… doll? ya awake?”

when you didn’t answer, he closes the door and slowly approaches the bed, before sitting beside where you lay. you were awake, but it was clear that you were struggling, your thighs squirming uncomfortably and your cheeks flush with discomfort.

“my poor girl. s'that time again, baby?” he murmurs softly as his calloused hand rests on your side, soothingly stroking your waist, a small, worried frown etched onto his brows. “shh, don’t move too much, you’ll make it worse.”

he then crawled into the bed right with you, not caring if he was only wearing a towel, you needed to feel his warmth, the strength of his body. his muscular arms wrapped around your waist carefully, his right hand gently pressing onto your stomach. “tell me where it hurts, babydoll. use your words…”

“my tummy.” you finally whimpered quietly, sniffling softly. “so achy. everything feels so tender.” you expressed as your back was pressed against his bare torso. “hate this so much, not fair.”

“shh, i know babe. here, let me take care of you… such a good girl.” he soothes as he carefully cups the back of your head and lifts up, before maneuvering a second pillow beneath it for extra comfort and some elevation. “tell me what you need.” he wasn’t giving you a choice.

you were silent for a moment, just taking in the way he rubs your stomach, the way his lips brush against your ear as he comforts you.

“medicine… and some snacks.” you mumble shyly, leaning back against his touch. “don’t go for too long, please. need you.” you whine softly.

a small smirk curves along toji’s lips as he chuckles, not verbally responding just yet, but instead pressing a few, soft kisses from the tip of your ear to the crook of your neck, little sighs and moans slipping from your throat. “don’t be mean… you know we can’t do anything until it goes away.” you huffed.

toji raises an eyebrow, before grinning and patting your hip, maneuvering to sit up and crawl out of bed. “and who says we can’t, doll? ya think i give a shit about some damn blood? you must not know me well enough.” he teases as he playfully gropes your ass cheek. “no more fussin', i’ll get your shit. just stay put.”

toji dedicated the whole day to give you some extra love and tlc. he made sure you took your medicine, took care of your food cravings before you killed him, and helped you in every way he could.

having you dependent on him during times like these, it made him feel so utterly important, he loves taking care of you.

it was now evening, and toji was helping you get clean. he had already picked out some of your favorite pajamas and prepped a pad in a fresh pair of panties for when you get out.

“t-toji, i don’t need help bathing—“

“what’d i tell you, doll? i’m takin' care of you, whether ya like it or not.”

you were both standing under the shower, wet, naked bodies pressing together as his hands slowly lathers fresh, vanilla-scented soap along your skin, his touch intentional and worshipful.

“just let me take care of ya. you need this… need me.” he whispered hotly against your ear as his soapy fingers then slid down between your already quivering thighs, gently massaging and washing the blood away from your tender folds. you could feel his cock, hard and twitching against your tailbone as he touched you.

“ah—! toji…” you moaned, feeling both embarrassed and incredibly aroused. your pussy was being mean to you, betraying you as it clenched and slicked from his fingers.

“that’s it… fuck, makin' such pretty noises. gonna make me pound this pretty cunt right in the shower.” he growled as he grins mischievously, grinding his precum soaked tip against the cleft of your ass.

but he wouldn’t do that, unless you gave him permission of course. and not just a needy look, no— he loved torturing that shy side of yours, making you verbalize exactly what you need from him, what you want, knowing very well you struggle with that.

and so, after a long, heated shower and being pampered by your man, you were now both snuggled on the sofa as you watched the tv screen across from you. you were settled on his lap, all cute and soft in those pajamas. toji wore a black tanktop and some boxers, where he was still half-hard.

“you’re so mean, love.” you pouted with a mutter, feeling sexually frustrated after his relentless teasing in the shower. “isn’t that just… nasty? my blood nearly soaked your whole hand…”

toji rose his eyebrow, not looking at you for a moment, before his large hands slid up and cupped your chest giving it a good squeeze, eliciting a little high moan of surprise from your lips. “aah!”

“doll. ya act like i wouldn’t shove my cock in that pretty pussy and fuck all the blood and cramps outta it. now shut it.”

“toji!!!” you squealed in embarrassment

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𝜗ৎ the toji collection:

. older toji meeting reader

. taking care of his shy gf

. period struggles with toji

. toji’s chubby gf is secretly freaky

. dress shopping with toji