olderbf!toji takes care of you when you’re drunk ♡︎
the front door clicks open, the sound of clumsy footsteps making your older boyfriend’s ears prick up like a dog. he sits lazily on the couch, scar twitching as he takes in the sight of your drunken form.
“what time d’ya call this, doll? told you t’ be home by two," toji grumbles. he wasn’t angry, just worried — the thought of something bad happening to his sweet girl felt like a knife twisting in his heart.
"you waited up?" you say, padding over to him, almost tripping over your own feet before sitting on his lap comfortably. your cheeks were flushed, eyes half lidded from the excessive amount of alcohol you’d consumed.
two large hands find your waist, holding you steady as you bury your face into his neck. “course i waited. always do. someone’s gotta keep ya’ pretty ass in line."
“m’sorry i was late,” you slur, kissing toji’s cheek, salt and pepper stubble bushing your skin. the thin straps of your dress fall from your shoulders as you cling to him like a koala, the potent scent of tequila radiating from you.
he hums lowly, kissing the top of your head before standing up abruptly, carrying you over to the bathroom like you weigh nothing. "cmon, kid."
you giggle drunkenly as he carries you, hiccuping quietly as toji sets you down on the surface next to the bathroom sink. “arms up, baby," he says, peeling your dress off you, forbidding his eyes from wandering.
he takes off your dress, then your heels, chucking them carelessly onto the bathroom floor. you lean against the mirror, eyes closed, mind foggy from a mix of alcohol and fatigue.
"m’cold," you mumble, sat there completely bare before him without a care in the world. "yeah, yeah, i know. gimme a second," toji responds, stripping off his shirt and helping you into it instead.
toji was somewhat glad your eyes were shut so you couldn’t see the faint smile on his face. he always found it so damn adorable how his shirts fit you like a loose dress, stopping a couple inches above your knees.
he places two hands on your thighs, pushing his shirt up a little, then hooks his fingers under the sides of your panties. "want these off?" he asks, for once, completely innocently — your comfort being his only thought.
you nod feebly, lifting your hips just enough for him to take slide them off you.
then, he grabs a nearby glass, filling it with cold water and bringing it to your lips. "drink."
with a weak whine, you oblige, gulping down a few sips of water before pulling away, ready to have your secretly soft, big brute of of boyfriend carry you to bed.
“atta girl," he praises, setting the glass aside, then taking you back into his arms, carrying you bridal style to your shared bedroom.
you melt against his chest, body limp in his arms. when toji reaches the bedroom, he lays you down on your side, slipping in beside beside you. he hauls your back against his chest, softly, draping an arm around your waist.
“get some sleep, princess," he says, kissing the side of your cheek.
"mm, loveyou," you murmur, drifting to sleep, safe and spent in toji’s strong arms.
"love you," he responds, still wide awake and watching over you, listening to the steady beat of your heart.
A/N; HE HOLDS ME IN HIS BIG ARMS DRUNK AND I AM SEEING STARS THIS IS ALL I THINK OF !!!!
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