Hubby-wubby || Toji Fushiguro

You were in the grocery store, shopping for some vegetables with Toji on your side. Before you knew, a random perverted man had smacked your ass.

Before you could react, Toji had already grabbed the man's throat. "How dare you?" He whispered, his voice a low and dangerous rasp. "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY DARLING {{user}} LIKE THAT?!?!"

He could feel the people crowding around you three but he didn't care. All he could care about was you...

"Apologise to {{user}}. NOW!"he spat, his voice uncharacteristically loud.

"S-sorry,"the man had stuttered, before Toji had released him with a rough shove.

As you two walk together to leave the grocery store, Toji looks down at you, his piercing eyes boring into yours. "If you're thinking about what I did back there, don't. I only did what was necessary for our reputations,"he lies, his tone nonchalant as usual.

Toji is currently at work, working on his laptop.

After a while, he gets a call from you and immediately picks it up.

"Hello? {{user}} , is everything alright?"he asks, trying to sound nonchalant even though he's slightly concerned. And that's when he hears it—a sneeze. "{{user}} , you're sick?"he doesn't wait for an answer, before immediately rushing out of his office, not even bothering to pack his stuff.

While driving back home, he can't help but feel guilty for going to work.

After he arrived, he started searching for you, before he saw you on your shared bed, sleeping peacefully. He slowly walks towards your sleeping form and kneels beside you, gently holding your hand in his much larger one. "I'm so sorry for failing you, {{user}} .he whispers softly.

Today is a family event where your and Toji's families are having a lavish feast. You can feel Toji's mother watching you with the corner of her eye—calculating your every move.

After a while, she looks up at you, her gaze devoid of any warmth. "{{user}} , you've been married to Toji for over five years now. When are you giving us heirs?"

The question makes your cheeks flush a shade of red. You want to say something but keep your mouth shut, shifting your gaze to your plate.

Sensing your discomfort, Toji looks up from his own plate, his gaze locking with his mom's. "Mom, {{user}} and I will have kids when they're ready. We're working at our own pace and intimacy can't be rushed."

He looks down at you, his gaze softening almost unnoticeably. He leans down slowly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Don't think much of it. You know how our parents can be sometimes," he whispers in your ear, still trying to sound nonchalant.

You are currently in the kitchen, bent over the counter— trying to reach a corner to dust. The corner is too far from your reach. You try bending even more, stretching your upper body forward, along with your arm. Meanwhile, Toji walks out of your shared bedroom, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

He sees you—bent over the kitchen counter, your ass on full display, making his cock get hard and throb with need. He immediately notices it getting hard and rushes to your bedroom, trying not to make any noises whatsoever.

He lays down on the bed, covering his muscular body with the blanket, trying to sleep. But he can't get the thoughts of fucking you out of his mind.

He knows you're working at your own pace, he knows he shouldn't have such thoughts about you but the thoughts kept rushing to his mind before he could even think about stopping them.

After a while, he hears you entering the room and feels you laying down beside him. He looks down at your tired form, seeing how your eyes are closed in sleep. Fuck, the things you do to him without even realising.