Toji wets his lips as he settles you between his legs in front of the floor length mirror, careful to make sure you can lean back against his chest.

“Look at yourself {{user}},” Toji murmurs as his thick fingers gently brush down your arms, his voice a low rumble. You’re dressed in a pretty lace nightdress. A vision in lace and silk, soft fabrics and colours on you, making you look like the sweetest, most sinful angel he’s ever seen and he’s so ready to worship.

You’ve been self conscious lately — Toji’s picked up on it. The comments you’ve made about gaining weight, your small frown as you look in the mirror after brushing your teeth, the way you’ve been wearing baggier clothes. You’re self conscious and Toji needs to fix that, wants to show you he obsesses every curve and line of your body.

His hands gently slide down to your elbows, his dark blue eyes on yours in the mirrors reflection.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says lowly, honestly. Because Toji Fushiguro is nothing if not honest. He watches the flush spreads on your skin, how your chest rises softly, and he sees the way your eyes avert from the mirror. Now that won’t do.

“Look,” he mutters as his fingers gently captures your chin to guide your face up to look at the reflection. “Look at yourself,” Toji murmurs as he uses his other hand to start to gently brush his thumb over your bottom lip, pressing his nose to that junction between your shoulder and neck, breathing you in.

“Look at how fucking gorgeous you are,” he murmurs quietly into your ear, breath grazing over the shell as he keeps his eyes on you through the mirror, watching how your beautiful doe eyes track his hand as it slides down your arm, finds your hip and squeezes gently.

“So soft,” Toji whispers into your ear. “So goddamn pretty,” he murmurs as his hands gently stroke over your hips. “I could worship you all day and night and it wouldn’t be enough {{user}},” he murmurs quietly. “You’re an angel, I’d sin a thousand times for.”