surely, you‘d think that playing beach volleyball would be all fun and games. there would be no strong negative feelings, just joy as you enjoy the heat and humidity by the beach.
it was like that.
until it wasn‘t.
it’sfushiguro toji whofeels his anger rise with every passing second.
he watches your darling face as you play volleyball with gojo satoru. in his eyes, you look unbelievably delectable for someone who‘s only playing volleyball. the way your smile beats the beams of the sun is something that‘s so eye capturing.
but that isn‘t the only eye capturing thing in here.
the way your pretty bikini slowly hikes up with every effort you exert to jump high to catch the ball is not something that he thought he would be witnessing today, yet here he is.
it wouldn’t have been bothering him, had it been you and him playing. he probably would have made you jump on purpose. he‘d love the way your tits would bounce, and with every little action your bikini hikes up, showing more and more of your underboob before it just gives up and shows your pretty tits.
but now that you‘re playing with gojo who seems to be doing what he would have done, he feel his anger rising instead of his erection.
he can see the shit eating grin gojo holds as he makes every hit high just to make you jump and expose more skin. that action does nothing but make the irk on toji‘s forehead grow.
with a click of his tongue, he stands up from his seat. and as he does so, he notices that gojo isn‘t the only one looking at your boobs bounce. almost everyone in the beach is doing so.
a scowl shows on his handsome face as he grabs a bottle of water and opens it before he stops where the rope indication is and calls you over.
you look at him then nod, walking over and calling a break. the smile on your face almost makes his anger dissipate. the sweat that makes your body glisten makes his mouth water like a dog in heat, but he holds it in.
“hey baby,” you smile as he stretches out his hand to hand you the bottle. he smiles back and motions you close up until you’re only centimetres apart.
“enjoyin’ yourself sweetheart?” he asks so innocently, as if his hand isn‘t rising in the most sensual way known to man. deft fingers trailing on your sides up until they‘re halfway your ribcage.
“mhm. i haven‘t had this much fun with volleyball in such a long time.” you smile.
toji smiles sweetly back at you, all while side-eying gojo who has his eyes on your tits that are already half exposed, something you somehow hadn’t noticed yet.
toji‘s eye twitches before his hands ghost your tits. “mhm, seems like it.” he then places his hands directly on the bottom hem of your bra and pulls it down. “seems like your partner is as well.”
“gojo? yeah he‘s—”
you don‘t get to finish yourself. not when his large hands suddenly squeeze your tits sweetly. you almost emit a moan, but not when his mouth covers yours for a sweet kiss.
your eyes fall naturally close as your hands wrap themselves around his neck. but his eyes remain open. he makes eye contact with gojo whose eyes suddenly burn with jealousy seeing you fall putty into toji‘s hands.
though they don‘t exchange words, toji sends him a message with his eyes, something that goes along the lines of:
he lightly but provocatively brushes his lips against your fingers when he insists that you put the candy in his mouth; and the way he takes you by surprise holding eye contact as he bites into the candy before pulling away with a smug, mischievous glow burning like fire in his eyes at the way you hurriedly clear your throat, and he just tilts his head while ‘innocently’ asking you, “are you alright?” or the way he likes leaning on the wall or a door frame when he talks to you, regardless of whether you’re in public or not. something about the lazy, carefree posture and the little tilt of his head while he looks at you does things to your heart. his eyes trail after you as move around the room or when you’re speaking to him and he can’t hear you well, he casually leans in closer to your lips to catch what you’re saying.
⤷Itadori
the way he can go from being an adorable, giggly mess to being hot in a split second. one minute, you’re play-fighting, him keeping you at arm’s length to avoid your tickling, annoyed but gleeful giggles and laughs escaping from his mouth, and the next, he’s boldly getting into your space until your back is pressed against a wall. or the way he lies with his hand behind his head as he lazily but intently watches you get ready for work in the morning or a night out with friends; his eyes are soft and fixed as they follow your every move. and when you ask what he’s looking at, he just shrugs his shoulders and says, ‘i can’t help it, you’re so pretty’ as he flashes a smile in your direction.
⤷Fushiguro
he has a habit of putting his hand on your thigh when you’re sitting next to him, it’s instinctual at this point. he places one hand on your thigh while the other lazily scrolls on his phone, or when he’s driving and you’re in the passenger seat, he drums his fingers on your skin to the beat of the song playing on the radio while one hand is on the steering wheel. or the way his hand on your waist or back but non-sexually. when you’re in his way or blocking his way to something or somewhere, he gently moves you by the waist, casually saying “excuse me, baby” his voice deep and so low that only you can hear it. he also instinctively guides you through crowds by putting his hand on the small of your back.
fem!reader x fushiguro toji. office!au. romance. suggestive. bad attempt at fluff. perhaps a tad bit ooc.
+REI SAYS just me easing my way back into being active.this was originally for suguru (for obvious reasons), but i decided to switch it up a little.
“Darlin,” he huffs, concerned. “I dance like I have two left feet—”
“That’s no reason not to dance.”
“—and no left hand—”
“Never bothered me.”
“—and what if someone sees? Prancing around with a precious lil’ thing like you…”
“I’ll lock the door,” you say, your hips swaying side to side seductively as you make your way to the door, locking it before snapping the slats of the glass window shut.
It’s just you and Toji on the 44th floor of the building where his office resides, enjoying the lazy sunday night. He’s sent everyone home— to your pleasure— and the song that plays from vintage record player makes your heart pulsate with an overbearing fondness.
You just can’t resist.
“Come here, you,” you grin, waving him over.
He drops his head, looking all too much like a big puppy as he makes his way to meet you in the middle of the floor. Try as he might to pout, the corners of his mouth pull up of their own accord, scar lifting, when you pull him by his tie, sliding your body flush to his. You grab his wrists and pull them around you, bringing his hands to rest on your lower back.
i really love the idea of toji being the bigger simp in his relationship with the reader.
like he’s having a hard time expressing his affections, so he’s just clingy and possessive but not in that untrusting way.
fushiguro — “i’ll live for you” — toji because he knows dying is just the easy way out; because he knows that in death, he wouldn’t be with you, so he’ll live. he’ll fight to live for you.
toji never really enjoys coffee or tea on their own, but for some reason they always taste good when you’re making them for him. (“i don’t know babe, they just taste better when you make them for me– no that’s not flattery, i’m for real being honest.”)
whenever he drops you off, toji would always choose the long route back because he wants to spend more time with you.
you mentioned that you like apples in passing, now every time toji meets you, he always gifts you anything made of apples.
toji makes a list of your favourite things. (the list started as a way for toji to impress you but along the way, it helps toji start liking the simple things because, well, they make you happy so now they make him happy too. and with you, his world grows.)
toji rarely uses pet names for you, and later you learn it’s because he loves the way your name sounds and the way it curls at his tongue and the way saying your name out loud gives him immense joy.
singledad!toji/fem!reader,small megumi, domestic fluff ♡ mostly bittersweet !1k word count.
Toji Fushiguro has a problem. Megumi is a picky eater.
Behind all the frustration, Toji could understand that Megumi wouldn’t touch his burned bacon and flat pancakes, but he had run out of ideas by now. Delivery, street food, snacks; everything returned untouched in Megumi’s lunchbox to be eventually eaten by the father, because nothing went to waste in their tiny household.
“excuse me, is this your kid?” toji turns to meet sharp eyes and a nasty glare, noticing megumi in the arms of a stranger—said stranger being you—and you certainly don’t look happy. you know he’s the father, there’s no mistaking it. only one man in the grocery store has the same dark hair and eyes, and only one man could be carefree enough to let his child run loose as he stares at the vegetables before him.
“yeah, that’s my runt. why’ve you got ‘im?” he raises a brow at you, making you scoff. thrusting the young boy in your arms at him, you narrow your eyes as the man before you takes his son.
“he was climbing up my legs,” you huff, scowling as he snorts.
“yeah, he’s been doin’ that lately. megumi here is a little handful,” he gently flicks the toddler’s nose, chuckling as the young boy crinkles it. you think if megumi wasn’t so cute, you’d have ripped his nose right off, right along with his father’s.
“well, it’d be nice if he was your handful and not some stranger’s in the grocery store,” you say flatly, a dry smile curling over your lips. megumi babbles incoherently, stretching his arms out for you with a giggle, and toji smirks, sending you a lopsided grin.
“think he likes you,” he shrugs, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, shaking your head. the man before you is utterly unfit to be a father, you think, and though you can certainly see why someone would take part in the baby making process with him, the baby raising part seems a bit of a nightmare by his side.
you can only silently give your condolences to the poor soul.
Gets worried whenever you get hurt but then calms down when he realizes it’s just a stupid bruise from bumping into the table
Definitely kisses your cuts/bruises
Loves to run his finger over them (obviously not if they’d still hurt, he would never want to hurt you in any way)
Grows accustomed to seeing some type of bruise on them because he knows they like to risk the durability of their body (haha sarcasm :P)
Like that one time when you were going too fast on a skateboard and ended up falling on your arm (and ass) and he had to carry you to the bed and call Shoko to check what you’d hurt since you couldn’t really move your arm that much
Was shitting his mf pants when Shoko told him you sprained your arm and wrist.
“But Sato’ I don’t need the slinggggg!!” You complained as Shoko was putting it on you. “Bunny you know you need it.” Satoru cupped your cheeks as he sat beside you on the bed.
“Fuckers, I’m done. I’ll take my leave now, I don’t wanna.. disturb… that……..” Shoko said as she inches away from you both and out the door.
Definitely babies you and doesn’t let you even hold a feather because it’s “too heavy”
Makes you take your pain killers at the appropriate times, nothing more, nothing less despite your whining
Worries for you a lot when you start trying to pick things up with that arm
Megumi Fushiguro:
He expects you to get hurt everywhere you go at this point
He’s always the one patching you up but he scolds you for being careless
“It’s just a scratch Megu’, you don’t needa worry about me!” You gave him an energetic smile. “When you run into a wall because you’re too invested in talking to me across the room six times a day, I do need to worry.” He stated matter-of-factly as he gave you an ice pack for the bruise on your forehead.
You remind him a bit of Yuuji if he’s being honest
It’s even funnier that you and Yuuji do end up being patched up by him and/or Ieri.
He smacks you upside the head when he learns of your small injury and proceeds to take you to his dorm to patch you up.
Expect him to be extra affectionate to you subtly, but in a way that Yuuji and Nobara even know
Toji Fushiguro:
He laughs when he learns of your constant recklessness during your average day
Of course he patches up your little cuts and tries to help you when he can if you have anything sprained
Because of his job, I doubt he’d be able to be home all the time because of your job or be able to call off for a long time because if he is the sole breadwinner, then man’s gotta work
He’ll worry about you and try to finish his jobs faster so that he can come home to see you and Megu’
He likes to show you that he’s there for you (if it’s an injury that leaves you bedridden like a sprained joint or sth) by cuddling with you and spending more time with Megumi
Yuuta Okkotsu:
He’s always worried about you, no he never stops.
So when his s/o is reckless, he’s hoping that you’re really careful on missions
He doesn’t what he would do if he ever lost you
But then again, he’s just overthinking.
He knows that you’re strong and can take care of yourself, but he also knows that you also struggle to keep yourself injury-free for even a day
Seriously, you give him a heart attack at least once a day with the way you always end up with a new bruise/cut
Watches over you when you cook because he’s afraid you’ll cut yourself
“Yuuyuu why do I feel your eyes on me?” You asked the black haired man that was resting on the couch. “T-They’re not, Sweetheart!” He answered. You could see him shift his position on the couch.
“Ah shit!”
He stood up and rushed to see you, “What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself? Are you okay?”
Once you were sure he was at your side, you giggled at how he fell for your little game.
“Aha! So you were staring at me!” You said as you continued chopping up the potatoes.
You saw him blush as he tried to explain himself, “W-Well, how could I not? You’re always hurting yourself!”
You laughed until you felt a stinging sensation on your middle finger.
Trying to conceal the now stinging incision on your finger you retorted: “T-That’s not true!” You giggled.
“…”
“…”
“You cut your finger huh?”
“…yes”
He disinfected your cut and got you a bandage, then finished making dinner for the both of you
