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champagne promises
fushiguro toji; jujutsu kaisen
s4w; w1038
toji promises he isn’t going anywhere. not without you.
f!reader; can stand alone, but absentee boyfriend finale; established relationship; drinking (champagne out of tea cups); slice of life; kissing; cuddling; twelve nights of christmas
Toji leans in to brush a kiss to your temple as he joins you on the couch. His lips are soft and warm, the scent of your soap hanging around him, and it’s overwhelming in the best of ways. In a way you can only accept from him.
“I think that’s enough of that,” he murmurs, taking a cup of champagne from your hand and setting it on the table. “Don’t you have work in the morning?”
“Don’t make sense, Toji. You know I don’t like it.” You lean forward to grab the cup off the table. “Besides. You opened the bottle. It’s only right we finish it.”
You take another sip, enjoying the way warmth spreads across your stomach. “And since you don’t drink, we is me.
“I think this was a part of your master plan.”
He watches you for a moment, green eyes calculating. “I just wanted you to relax a bit,” he admits, laying in your lap. “Not turn you into a, what is it called? A [slush]?”
“A [lush],” you say, fingers brushing through his towel-dried hair. It’s a little damp, cool despite the warmth still clinging to him from his shower, and you enjoy the feeling with a happy smile. “And I am no such thing.”
“Hmm,” he sighs, disbelief evident, but he makes no more effort to stop you.
Instead, he turns to face you, arm wrapping around your waist as he presses his face into your stomach. It draws excitement through you, the ticklish feeling of young love dancing across your skin despite having been with him for too long now.
“Toj,” you whisper after a few minutes, your fingers still combing through his hair.
He pulls away enough to look up at you, color drawn over the bridge of his nose and pupils wide. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was drunk. But, you do know better. And the sleepy look in his eyes all but overstates the fact that he can’t hide his emotions from you. Not right now.
“nn,” he returns, voice low and thick.
“Are you happy?”
“Of course.”
“Do you wish you were still killing people?”
His brow furrows as he lays back down. “I’m not sure.”
“I miss the chocolate.”
He chuckles, arm squeezing you in acknowledgment. “Noted.”
“Do you mean it? You’re happy?”
“Yes, yn. Every minute with you, even when you’re annoying the shit out of me.”
You finish off your champagne, heat rushing through your body as you melt into the couch. “Don’t get bored of me.”
He’s quiet, fingers ghosting under your shirt and drawing hot against your skin. It’s deliberate. Grounding, even. But, in your drunken state, it leaves you feeling like you’re flying, and a grin spreads across your face as you lean your head onto the back of the couch.
“Don’t let me.”
Still brushing through his hair, you ask, “Or what? You’ll kill me?”
He laughs. “No. Then you’ll have to suffer the same fate as Mr. Worm.”
The sound of your nickname for the gross thing he swallows leaves you grinning like an idiot. “Wait- you don’t mean-”
“I mean,” he says, voice hanging in the air as his fingers continue to draw over your skin. “I’ll eat you up, I love you so.”
You begin to laugh, leaning into him when he sits up to amusedly watch you. Instead of teasing him about remembering lines from children’s books, you tilt your chin for a kiss that he returns easily- lazily, even.
“I mean it,” he murmurs, taking your face in your hands. He lightly bites the swell of your check as if to punctuate his idea.
“Promise?”
Toji smirks, eyes honest and unguarded in the comfort of your home. “You want me to promise I love you?”
You feel butterflies rush every inch of you, the warmth from the champagne trailing heat behind them. “No. That you’ll eat me up” -he begins to laugh- “because of it.”
“Yeah. Ok,” he says before he kisses you.
“I think it would be fun to go everywhere with you.”
“You fucking drunk-” he mumbles against your lips, nothing malicious in his tone before kissing you again. His tongue brushes yours as he kisses you deeply, thumbs brushing your cheeks and running the length of your jaw as his palms slide down to frame your throat. “I’ll devour you whole, if that makes it any better.”
“You have to promise.”
He mumbles something about not believing the conversation before letting go of your face and grabbing the champagne bottle to see that it’s empty. “Are you going to remember any of this in the morning?”
“Yes, I will.”
“You and your champagne promises are liars,” he grins darkly, leaning back in tugging at your thigh as he crowds you against the arm of the couch.
He’s heavy against you, fitting himself between your legs as he stretches out, and his lips are hot and wet from kisses against your jaw. “Are you happy?”
Your fingers return to his hair, brushing slowly through his dark locks. Toji sighs in response, cuddling into the curve of your throat.
“I know you liked having an absentee boyfriend.”
You huff out a laugh. “It sucks being smothered all the time,” you say as you hug him closer. “But, no. I don’t miss wondering if you’d come home. I love knowing I get to be right here whenever I want.
“And I might be a little drunk but I love you and I do want you to promise.”
His teeth sinking into the soft skin of your throat causes you to help in surprise, the weight of him the only thing keeping you from jumping off the couch. Once you realize he isn’t going to do it again you begin to laugh, body shaking with amusement as he kisses up your jaw. He takes your face in one of his palms, thumb ghosting your bottom lip as he forces you to look at him.
“Toj-”
“I’m not going anywhere, yn.” He offers you another kiss, eyes closed as he follows it by kissing down your jaw and soothing the spot he’d bitten. “And if I do, I’m taking you with me.”
twelve nights of christmas