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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.