Toji Is The Definition Of ‘let That Goddamn Baby Die, Save My Fucking Wife,’ When The Doctors Ask

BEAUTIFUL WIFE! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

husband!toji who loves seeing you walk around the house in your nightgown, hair messy, no makeup, no bra. It’s just you. You could be doing the most basic thing like wiping down the counters, complaining about how he needs to stop leaving crumbs after he eats and he’s not hearing a damn thing because he can’t stop staring at his woman, you. You’ll be in the kitchen eating a snack in the middle of night and Toji just stops and stares at you with one of those little smiles. “What?” You ask with an attitude, dusting your hands off on your nightgown. “Nothin,” he replied, encapsulated by you. Don’t get him wrong, you still look absolutely stunning all dolled up, makeup done, hair freshly washed and styled, but he just can’t get over seeing you in your natural, comfortable state. “Stop staring, I look a hot mess,” you say while doing the dishes. Toji creeps up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and peppers your neck with kisses. “I can’t stare at my woman, hm?” He whispers in your ear, hands trailing down your sides towards your ass. “Watch those hands mister,” you warn him. Though it doesn’t do much cause he gives your ass a light squeeze and a spank, running away before you could throw your slipper at his head. “I love you, beautiful!” He yells from the other room with a chuckle. "Toji!" You yell. He adores you so much.

This is literally ex bf! Gojo and you couldn’t convince me otherwise LMAOOO!!!

This is so gojo coded, brb I’m gonna go write a fic

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ the cold glass of the mirror pressed against your heated skin, fogging slightly where your breath came in short, uneven gasps. toji stood behind you, his massive frame towering over yours, his grip bruising where his fingers dug into your hips. his dark green eyes were heavy-lidded, sharp with amusement and raw, unfiltered hunger as he forced you to watch yourself.

“look at you,” he murmured, voice a slow, taunting drawl, lips curling in that cocky half-smirk. “all fuckin’ wrecked already, and i haven’t even given you the whole thing yet.”

you whimpered, hands braced against the glass, fingers slipping slightly as he rolled his hips, letting the thick, swollen head of his cock slide between your soaked folds. the slick sound was obscene, echoing in the dimly lit room, and your body trembled, thighs weak from anticipation.

toji chuckled darkly, one hand snaking up to grip your chin, forcing your head back against his broad chest. “eyes on the mirror, sweetheart,” he ordered, his breath hot against your ear. “wanna see you watch yourself get ruined.”

your stomach tightened, a fresh wave of arousal pooling deep inside you at the sheer filth in his voice. he was enjoying this too much, making you his plaything, his amusement. and yet, you didn’t care. if anything, it made you ache for him more.

slowly, he rolled his hips again, this time pushing the head of his cock inside, stretching you just enough to make you gasp. his grip on your hip tightened. “fuck, baby, you’re takin’ me so well,” he groaned, voice rough, strained. “so goddamn tight—like you were made for me.”

your lips parted in a silent moan as he sank deeper, the thick stretch overwhelming, pushing against every sensitive nerve inside you. the reflection in the mirror was sinful—your body arched, your face already twisted in pleasure, and toji behind you, looking like a fucking predator, his muscles flexed, his expression smug.

“damn, you’re fuckin’ pretty like this,” he muttered, his other hand sliding between your thighs, fingers finding your clit with ease. he toyed with you lazily, his touch featherlight compared to the brutal stretch of his cock. “look at that—already drippin’ down my fuckin’ cock.”

you whined, shifting against him, desperate for him to move, but he held you still, relishing in your frustration. “patience, sweetheart,” he cooed, his smirk widening. “gotta let you feel every inch first.”

and then, without warning, he slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside you in one brutal thrust. a sharp cry tore from your throat, your body jolting against the mirror, hands slipping further down the glass.

toji groaned low in his throat, his fingers bruising against your hips as he held you in place, letting you adjust. “fuck,” he rasped, his voice breathless. “that’s it. feel how deep i am?”

you whimpered, nodding weakly, your walls fluttering around him, struggling to take the sheer size of him. he was too much—thick, hot, stretching you to your limit, making it impossible to focus on anything other than the way he filled you completely.

“shit, you’re squeezin’ me so damn tight,” he groaned, his grip on your chin tightening as he tilted your head slightly. “watch yourself, baby. wanna see that fucked-out expression when i ruin you.”

your reflection was a mess—eyes glazed, lips swollen and parted, cheeks flushed deep with arousal. toji smirked at the sight, rolling his hips, pulling out halfway before slamming back in. you gasped, hands scrambling against the mirror, searching for any kind of stability.

“that’s it,” he murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction. “gonna fuck you nice and deep, sweetheart.”

his pace was brutal, each thrust forcing you to take every inch of him, making the mirror shake slightly with the force of it. his breath was hot against your ear, his voice thick with amusement. “bet no one’s ever fucked you like this before, huh?”

you couldn’t even answer—not when he was pounding into you so hard that all you could do was moan, your eyes fluttering, your entire body trembling. his hand slid from your chin down to your throat, fingers wrapping around it with just enough pressure to make you dizzy.

“too dumb to talk already?” he teased, pressing a kiss to your temple. “poor thing.”

your walls clenched around him in response, and toji groaned, his pace stuttering for a brief moment before he doubled down, hips slamming into you harder, rougher. the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with your ragged moans and his deep, breathless grunts.

his free hand slid back between your legs, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing tight, merciless circles that sent white-hot pleasure rocketing through you. your thighs shook, your body tensing as the pressure coiled tighter and tighter in your stomach.

“toji—” you gasped, voice breaking, barely able to hold yourself up.

“yeah?” he panted, his grip tightening on your throat, his pace turning erratic. “you gonna cum for me, baby? gonna soak my cock while you watch yourself fall apart?”

the sight in the mirror was overwhelming—his body pressed against yours, his cock disappearing inside you over and over, your expression twisted in pure, raw pleasure. it was too much.

a sharp cry tore from your lips as your orgasm crashed over you, pleasure ripping through your body so intensely that your vision blurred. your walls clamped down around him, your entire body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure surged through you.

“fuck—” toji groaned, his hips slamming into you a few more times before he buried himself deep, a low, guttural sound ripping from his throat as he came. you could feel it—hot, thick, spilling inside you, filling you completely. his grip on your throat loosened, and his other hand slid down to splay against your stomach, like he wanted to feel how deep he was.

for a few moments, all that filled the room was the sound of both of you breathing heavily, bodies still tangled, sweat-slicked and exhausted.

then, toji chuckled, his voice rough and smug. “shit, baby. look at you.”

you blinked at your reflection, still dazed, watching as toji ran a slow hand down your body, his cum already dripping between your thighs. his smirk widened as he met your gaze in the mirror.

“think i need to fuck you in front of this mirror more often.”

toji fushiguro is the most gorgeous green flag ever

my toxic trait is simply not doing things if i don't want to do them