Soaking In The Bath While Toji Sits On Top Of The Toilet Seat Bc He’s A Big Baby And Can’t Handle

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money, money, money!!! by abba

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okok so my beautiful bsf (luv u @monouser) introduced me to a japanese custom called kozukai and said “nanami.” so i said sir yes sir and now we’re here!!! ^.^

cw’s!!: fem! reader, family issues (rude comments :[), and petty husband nanami!!

wc: 1.1k (eeeeeee!!!!)

kento nanami had always considered himself to be a very sensible man. he had a stable income and occupation, a beautiful home, and was generally very mature and well-mannered.

until someone messed with you, then all of that carefully curated sensibility was thrown out the window.

see, when you had first mentioned the off-comments your family made about your relationship with him, — as much as it irked him — he urged you to brush it off. why should their opinions matter when the both of you are happy and healthy? you agreed (albeit begrudgingly), and simply moved on with your life. and honestly? everything fixed itself up for a while. your wedding went without a hitch, not one complaint or aggravating comment from any of your family members. you knew better though, that it was only a matter of time until it started again but worse. the calm before the storm, if you will.

of course, you were right.

as soon as you mentioned the new living arrangements to your family, it was nonstop. “you? a housewife? you could barely clean up after yourself when you were younger!”, “don’t you think that’s a little fast? you barely know how to cook a proper meal!”, “good luck to your husband, he’ll need it to deal with you.”

the next time you told your husband about the mean-spirited comments, there were tears lining your pretty eyes. as always, he was soft in his comfort, gently reassuring you that you didn’t need to do any of those things for him to be satisfied. “that’s a sad way to think.” he murmured, pressing his lips to your temple. “you’re not indebted to me because i chose to marry you. i take care of you because i want to. because i love you, do you understand?” when you nod, you think that’s the end of it. you and your husband love each other and that’s all that matters, end of story.

kento nanami was a sensible man, so of course he wasn’t planning any sort of revenge on your family. he was mature and stoic and well-mannered so when he suggested a family get-together at your shared home (“just formalities, my love. don’t you want them to see how happy we are?”), you didn’t even blink an eye. your husband wasn’t easy to anger. even if he was, he wasn’t one to act on it.

kento nanami was uptight and stubborn and sardonic in the best ways possible. but more than anything, your husband was petty.

kento had a plan when he walked up to you and the small group of family members you were speaking to. the conversation seemed to be going well at first, with them complimenting your home and gushing over the two gorgeous rings on your finger (he couldn’t help the small swell of pride that bloomed in his chest when you gave the diamonds a loving look). he had seen the way you tensed after something one of them said, a strained little laugh leaving your lips as your shoulders deflated slightly.

that’s when he swooped in, one of his hands resting against your hip while he pressed a kiss to your cheek. you gave him a soft smile, the spark of grateful relief in your gaze obvious to only him. “apologies for the interruption, my love. i just wanted to check in.” he muttered by your ear, giving your hip a small, reassuring squeeze. he knew your family was watching the interaction, probably wondering what he was telling you (he couldn’t care less).

he turned to your family once you assured him you were okay, giving them a polite nod of acknowledgment before turning back to you. “you look gorgeous in that dress, love. it was the best option out of the ones you showed me, i’m so glad you bought it.” his voice was pointedly louder than before, a detail only you caught that caused your brows to furrow slightly. what was he doing?

your family nodded along to his words before doing an almost comical double-take. “you bought it? with what money?” your brother was the first one to speak up, pointing (quite rudely, in your husbands opinion) directly at you while scoffing skeptically. your cheeks heated slightly in embarrassment, your lips parting to rebut his words until kento beat you to it.

“with her money.” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. your gaze moved between the two men, trying to gauge whether or not you should step in. “your husband gives you an allowance?” there was a barely restrained grin on your brothers face, the cruel giddiness only growing when you didn’t immediately respond.

“she gives me an allowance, actually.” your husband spoke up once again, the narrow-eyed look he sent his way making your brothers brows furrow. “it’s more common practice amongst businessmen, so it’s understandable that you weren’t aware.” kento sounds a little more smug now. “she handles all of the finances, including my allowance. i’m honestly quite useless in comparison, i simply go to work and come home.” he added, his thumb tracing a senseless pattern over your hip.

your brother was practically glaring at the self-satisfied look your husband was wearing. but of course, your brother never knew when to stop, even if it was a losing battle. “oh, of course, because my sister is the person to trust with all of your finances. right.” his voice dripped with venomous sarcasm, his eyes rolling as he spoke.

“don’t talk about my wife like that.” your husband said suddenly, his eyes narrowed into a glare directly aimed at your brother. the two men gave each other the stare down for a few moments while you and your other family members looked between the two of them with wide eyes. your brother was the first to concede (obviously), storming off with a petulant sort of huff. the rest of your family was quick to follow (after giving you and your husband a polite nod, of course. who would dare disrespect you after the show your husband just put on?).

kento turned to you with a sheepish look after they left, the aftermath of his initial aggravation finally hitting him. “too much?” he asked softly, carefully watching you for your reaction. you only shook your head, a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

it’s safe to say your family hesitated in their unneeded comments after that day.

MY CART DIED AUAUAGHAUAGGHHH 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i’m so lesbian i luv women sm

wtf. this should be counted as cyberbullying.

guys do i give tall or short energy……… pls be careful w ur answers im sensitive……

Can't stay mad at gege for destroying my mental health for too long because it's the same author who gave me this gorgeous gorgeous man..

oh i’m so upset

maybe in another life.

do u guys see the earth hello kitty in ur head whenever u think abt me…….. what do u see when u think abt me…………….

toji x gn!reader

watching toji cut fruit for you. it's clumsy and rather messy. he isn't familiar with it, dealing with the soft pliant flesh of the ripened fruit but still his comfortably and skill when handling a knife shines through.

jucies from the fresh fruit run down his hands and his wrists. some making it further down to his forearms following the trail marked by the prominent veins there. sweet sticky refreshing liquid coating his skin and leaving a pretty gleam for the light reflect on.

he places the little cut pieces of fruit on a pretty tray for you to eat, but at the moment, your focus is somewhere else entirely.

toji looks so enticing. reflection of the suns rays bouncing the planes of his wide back and strong shoulders. the shirt he's wearing, although mean to fit loosely comfortably hugs his big plush chest (why does he bother with one at all? you never know) his hair isn't particularly neat either but that's part of tojis appeal. he isn't neat. he's rough around the edges, sharp and cutting. all scars and all the calluses. honest. he can't lie about who he is, his body is proof.

the edges soften up around you, transforming to something kinder. something gentle. they don't disappear, they morph. the humble kitchen knife he's now using to prepare fruit for you could cut down countless others. the strong hands glazed and dripping in the sugary juices of fresh fruit have been covered in the warm metallic blood of others.

toji loves you. his thick arms wrap around you gently, hilding you, cradling you. around you his voice softens, deep and adoring. his steps are heavier, there is no need to sneak around toji walks comfortably when you're near. he breathes easy. muscles loosening and his words tender. heartfelt.

abandoning your place on the place you'd been sitting, you move to sit in his lap, keeping him there. a pretty arrangement of cut fruit on the platter sits before you both. this is too precious a moment to end so soon, you'll drag it out as long as you can.

toji raises a brow at you, "get off kid. need to wash my hands."

"toji."

???

"that's ridiculous. why do you think i'm here??"

you say it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, like him wanting to wash his hands of the fruit was an insult targeting you (it was)

you lightheartedly roll yours eyes at the face he makes and take his hands to your mouth. lapping up the jucies coating his skin. you bring two of his rough girthy fingers to your lips to suck at them. your eyes closed in bliss as you work your way through the rest of his fingers.

the sweetness of the fruit hits your tongue, accompanied by a gentle kiss of tojis flavour.

he says nothing as you do. this is bold. the boldest you've ever been with him as of yet. it new but not unwelcome. he gawks at you in awe. you look delighted, like you've just gotten a taste of all the heavens in a singular bite. (singular suck?)

you're so satisfied and toji is parched.

sitting pretty in his lap and licking the remains off your lips. a vixen not even bothering with feigned innocence. you're eyes remain on his temping, teasing. you're as good as this game as he.

you're better.

content with his reaction, you turn to the platter of mixed fruits, tapping your chin in contemplation until you eventually settle on one of the big red strawberries. plucking it from the rest of arrangement, you bring it to tojis lips.

"open up toji, go ahhh"

he looks at you with mild amusement his eyebrow raised in entertainment, oh the things toji lets you get away with. a big cat, laid back and lax, allowing you to do as you please. a killer to others and a lover to you.

he bites into the beautiful fruit, nearly the whole thing is gone with one bite. pausing mid bite, you watch as his eyes go from being half lidded as he observes you to blown wide. bright and alive.

it's a good fucking strawberry.

"good huh." you watch him knowingly, licking the juice at the tips of your fingers. mhm, it's muffled, still holding the fruit in his mouth and chewing slow. he doesn't want it to end so soon.

toji is on cloud nine until you decide to snap him out of it with your next remark, "i think it might even be better than sex."

you don't mean that.

rather than getting upset about it, toji nods and swallows. "you know, it just might be, mama." the moment is kind and intimate, his hands holding your soft hips, the tender flesh filling the spaces between his fingers.

toji brings you closer to him, your full weight on his lap and head resting on his plush firm chest, your pretty body held in his arms as you feed him the fruits of his labour (literally).

spring is the loveliest of seasons.

LOML BDAY TMMRW EEEEEEEE

i feel like he'd be more aware of how embarrassing the babying can be but still won't bother with turning it down because you just look so cute when embarrassed whether that comes in the form you burying yourself deeper into him or pulling away and pretending you don't like it with an angry pout (it never really lasts long though) either way he's cooing at you and smiling at you with so much endearment

Ykw?? He fucking would, he would so hard, and I've been holding this back for long enough but i can't keep it to myself anymore, his ass would call you puppy and little one, he whispers it in your ear or against the top of ur head after a gentle kiss when ur feeling pouty or fussy and just cages you in his arms when u try to pull away bcuz he wants u to marinate in the embarrassment bcuz he is A FREAK!!!! A FREAK I SAY!!!!