Toji loves spoiling you, his precious baby. He loves buying you all the latest phones, laptops, designer heels, designer dresses, all the latest, trendiest fashion accessories—all of it. He doesn’t mind spending every last penny he has until his pockets hurt if it meant putting a smile on your face.

At the moment, you’re twirling and showing off the new expensive dresses, heels, earrings, skirts, shirts, pants he bought you at the most valuable malls and stores in the city. A smirk plays on his lips as you spin around in the new skirt he bought you, thighs almost completely exposed.

Signaling for you to sit on his thigh that is spread widely apart from his other one with two fingers, he looks so satisfied and obsessed with you at that very moment. When you do sit on his thigh and wrap your arms around his neck before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, he chuckles breathily, very obviously enjoying the moment.

“You’re so gorgeous, doll, it’s really no wonder why I spoil you rotten. Isn’t that right, princess?” Toji’s rough, calloused hand is rubbing up and down your back while his other hand is holding his cigarette between his index and middle finger.