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Synopsis: To the world, Zayne and you were nothing but academic rivals from back in the day and workplace rivals right now, but what happens when rivalry turns into longing and that in turn ends up with you under him?

Pairing: Zayne x female reader

Content warnings: medical student reader and Zayne, student rivalry, work rivalry, cardiac surgeon Zayne, emergency medicine reader, neurosurgeon Sylus, too much of longing and pining, jealous Zayne, possessive Zayne, cliché misunderstandings, slight enemies to lovers? (only if you squint), protective Zayne, eating out, penetrative sex, kissing and marking,

MENTIONS OF HARRASSMENT. (mild)

This is a 4 part series that was initially meant to be a one shot but I went into too much detail lol. One of the longest pieces i have written in awhile and my first LADs work that am posting. I have almost 8 more ongoing lads drafts which I will try to post as soon as I can

skip to part 4 if you only want smut.

MDNI. Click away if uncomfortable.

THE AFTERPARTY (PART 2)

Zayne knew he was in deep trouble the moment you had walked in through the doors of the hall where the afterparty of your graduation ceremony was being held.

You had been glowing the entire day, your happiness just as radiant as much as it was contagious. Zayne was reminded of how unreachable you were except for the moment you guys shared the stage together. At that moment zayne felt like he could rule and take over the world if you were beside him, seeing him through it all. Both of you being lauded richly for how well you had done throughout your years at med school and sharing the valedictorian speech.

The moment was over before you could even register what was happening and by the end of the day here you were, standing in front of the large doors of the party hall the campus had rented out.

Would zayne be there?

The thought was almost a reflex at this point, wondering if he would be there no matter where you went around campus and sometimes out of it too. Always hoping for a glance and on certain days, when greed took over, you would pray for a chat with him.

But in the end, disappointment was a constant nonetheless

He never attends parties so obviously he wouldn't be here.

Brushing off imaginary dust and convincing yourself to enjoy the last night of your medical school, the moment you entered the hall your senses were overwhelmed

The lights were dazzling, the music pompous and you could tell the booze was flowing around plentifully.

But what caught your breath were none of these, but the gorgeous looking man in front of you

Donned in an all black suit with a blue tie, Zayne looked ethereal and he stood out like a sore thumb. Only if the sore thumb was the most beautiful man you could have sworn to walk this earth. He looked relaxed, drink in hand but barely sipping on it and the moment his eyes caught yours it was as if the world had stopped for you two.

His eyes doing a full over shamelessly, Zayne was on the brink of losing his self control. Unknowingly, you guys had ended up wearing the same color patterns, with you dolled up in a long blue cocktail dress that had a long cut on the side that exposed your thigh, with a few slips of black and dark blue painted over it. You looked like a goddess. His goddess.

But before he could even come up to you to talk, you were being whisked away by your classmates breaking the bubble.

You really wanted to go back to Zayne.

He wanted to talk to you, you could tell he was ravaging you up just by looking and it made you weak in your knees, but the people around you were easily overwhelming and before you knew it, you found yourself in the middle of a thousand conversations happening at once.

But throughout the night you couldn't shake off the sense of being watched, and everytime you looked around, there was a definite Zayne already looking back at you.

Few drinks down and a few twerks up, you were feeling ecstatic. You felt good in your skin, your clothes felt soft but incredibly sexy, your hair was luscious curls flowing down your back and neck and your jewelry glinted gleefully under the pretty lights but most of all your cunt was throbbing with need. You didn't understand if it was the alcohol, but you definitely realized the man in his black suit and a loosely tugged blue tie, sitting cross legged on the sofa with his arm laid back comfortably was not helping.

You felt good and came along with that, a new sense of boldness. The party had hushed down, everybody either drunk or high and some waltzing around to the sensuous music playing. You were going to talk to zayne and put an end to this awkward tension. It was the last day anyway, so it was going to be a game of hit or miss.

Strutting yourself over slowly and purposefully, no doubt the said man’s attention was on you as soon as you were in his field of vision.

But what surprised Zayne, was how comfortable you made yourself, nuzzling right beside him under his arm on the sofa, his thighs touching your bare ones that seemed to be leaving behind a trail of fire.

Unable to hear what you said, he bent a down a little while you stretched a little upwards to whisper into his ear

“Having a good night Dr Zayne?”

Zayne couldn't comprehend if it was the drops of alcohol in his system but his fingers tingled with how sexy you sounded and how fucking delicious you smelled. The trace of the lily scent lingering but now noted more with something that made his head light .Your lips were a faint touch, soft and wet below his ear while trying to talk and it took everything in him to not let out an embarrassing groan so all he did was nod his head slowly to your question, taking in your smirk.

You were so close, he had so many things to talk to you about , so many things to ask you, especially where was your shitty boyfriend but he couldn't care less about all of them right now, you were beside him and that's all he needed at that moment.

Zayne was a classy man. Be it his style or the way he carried himself, now his scent too. A deep rich and most definitely an expensive cologne that was acting as an aphrodisiac for you right now making you wetter by the second.

Just as you were trying to ask him if he had any food, a bunch of drunk guys had plopped themselves loudly beside you and almost as a reflex Zayne’s outstretched arm was now on your waist pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“Zayne- you don’t have to-”

“Shh.. are you alright?” he whispered back into your ear sending shivers down your spine that made you arch into him a bit more.

Anyone from a distance would think you guys were being intimate, but you were unbothered and he seemed too, with how he was staring into your soul.

Slowly you felt Zayne’s thumb brush across your lower lip and tugging it down

“You have never worn such a color before”

“I..wanted to..spice things up? Do you like it?” you couldn’t understand why you wanted to ask him that but you surely sent up a silent prayer hoping he would like it.

“It’s beautiful. Just like the rest of you.”

You were taken aback by how sincere and raw Zayne's voice felt.

“Zayne, I need to tell you-”

“Wanna get out of here?

The walk back to his car was excruciating. The playful glances from your friends hinting good luck for your night with Zayne and your head already buzzing from the after effects of alcohol and god damn it, your panties made you uncomfortable at this point. Zayne still had his arm around you to steady your gait on the walk back and being the gentleman he is, comfortably settling you down into the passenger seat of his Audi.

How loaded is this man honestly.

Plopping himself down in the driver’s seat, Zayne’s tone was unintentionally rough

“I need to talk to you Y/N”

“I was about to say the same thing back in the-”

“I am leaving Linkon tomorrow. Early in the morning”

The expression dropped off your face, as you looked back at Zayne’s stoic self, his eyes glinting with a hint of sadness and something indescribable.

Sadness replaced anger just as quickly as you snapped back at him,

“Why the fuck are you telling this to me now zayne?”

“Its for a research project and I didn't want you to hear it from anyone else besides me, not your boyfriend-”

“Who the fuck are you talking about? I don’t have a boyfriend Zayne, I have had a crush on you since the moment I saw your stupid face in that library of ours, you are such a ditz-”

Out of all the things tonight, this was the last thing Zayne was expecting to hear. You liked him back? Was it all some sort of misunderstanding?

“Jeremy?” Zayne questioned, eyes ablaze. He was furious with himself, was he going to lose you yet again?

“Dr Zayne, I genuinely do not know how you came to the conclusion that I would be dating a man I have been continuously rejecting for the past 6 months. He likes me, not the other way around.”

Sinking back into his seat, he plopped his arm over his head, covering his eyes.

“Pretty girl, you are truly going to be the death of me” he said in a salacious and an equally regretful tone.

How can a nickname you had considered cringey, sound so delicate when rolling off his tongue you did not know.

“I should be the one saying that.”

Your tone was pure anger 

Pushing him back over his seat, and climbing on top of him you grabbed his face harshly, raking your hands through his silken hair.

“Let’s just put an end to this Zayne. I want to let you go. Please” you pleaded, teary eyed your lips barely grazing his, a kiss but not quite there.

He was so confused. All his hasty decisions clawing their consequences out on him, all the while he could feel himself grow rock hard with you on top of him, lace clad cunt leaking onto his pants.

But he was a stubborn man. He was not going to touch you. If he was going to have you, he would have you completely. Not in this state of an impending goodbye or intoxicated fever dream.

“I'm not going to touch you Y/N. Not like this. You know better than me how badly I want to but it isn't happening”

But you were persistent in your own way.

Placing languid kisses all over his neck and jawline, you wanted your lips on his. You wanted him to take control and take over your pleasure. You did not want him to leave. You wish you were important enough to scream at him for his decision or make him drop the whole plan all together.

“You are so mean- zayne…you were supposed to be mine…” was it the alcohol talking? You couldn't care less at this point

“You know I won’t do this. Please baby don’t make it more difficult than it already is for me” he grabbed your chin and took a long look at your features.

Lipstick barely smeared, with tears running down your face, his heart hurt when he realized it was the same exact sight he had come across the first time he saw you. If not more ethereal now.

He was the reason for your pain back then, he was the reason now too.

The night had ended on a bitter note. You passed out in his arms and rudely being woken up in your college dorm, being dropped by him with the help of your roommate who had helped him out.

Zayne had left the exact opposite way he had entered your life.

He loved you and he thought he could let you go.

Fate on the other hand, chuckled, with an entirely different set of cards playing the game.

part 1

a/n: womp womp this was some sexy stuff i came up with

Synopsis: To the world, Zayne and you were nothing but academic rivals from back in the day and workplace rivals right now, but what happens when rivalry turns into longing and that in turn ends up with you under him?

Pairing: Zayne x female reader

Content warnings: medical student reader and Zayne, student rivalry, work rivalry, cardiac surgeon Zayne, emergency medicine reader, neurosurgeon Sylus, too much of longing and pining, jealous Zayne, possessive Zayne, cliché misunderstandings, slight enemies to lovers? (only if you squint), protective Zayne, eating out, penetrative sex, kissing and marking,

MENTIONS OF HARRASSMENT. (mild)

This is a 4 part series that was initially meant to be a one shot but I went into too much detail lol. One of the longest pieces i have written in awhile and my first LADs work that am posting. I have almost 8 more ongoing lads drafts which I will try to post as soon as I can

skip to part 4 if you only want smut.

MDNI. Click away if uncomfortable.

Few years back

It was your fourth all nighter in a row and probably your 40th cup of coffee, you didn't keep a count honestly. Finals were coming up and being the last lap of this marathon, there was no question of losing.

No question of losing to HIM.

It had all started with a small disagreement in your first year of medical school. Zayne had stood out among the class naturally with his brilliance and had a horde of people sucking up to him, classmates and professors alike. He had piqued your interest too, but that wasn’t what you were here for. Both of you had been assigned to the same group for anatomy dissection and that's where it all began.

“It’s an artery” Zayne made a note nonchalantly. Nobody had even bothered to look at what he was looking at and blindly nodded their heads until you had decided not to.

“No the fuck it isnt. It’s a vein” you snapped back, making your entire group turn and look at the awkward conversation between the genius Zayne and a rookie like you. Glares and glances alike, wondering who it was who dared to correct Zayne.

After all, the said man could never go wrong with his dissection skills right?

Wrong.

“It is indeed a vein, Zayne.” clarified your anatomy professor earning audible gasps from your group. The record had been broken and you couldn't be more elated. “Keep in mind the texture and the thickness of the structure you are holding. Good job Y/N, could you tell us what vein it is?”

“ External iliac vein sir”

“Correct”

Zayne couldn’t sleep at all that night. For once it wasn't his rigorous study schedule keeping him up but you.

Unbeknownst to anyone for that matter, Zayne had noticed you right after the first set of exams were conducted. Fairly confident in his skills and answer writing, he did indeed top the exams and shook quite a few congratulatory hands that day.

That same evening as he was exiting the library and picking up some printouts near the campus, he had noticed you.

Glassy eyes, tear stained cheeks and  trying not to cry more while glancing at the results on the bulletin board and walking away.

Zayne had only figured out later that he had managed to defeat you by a single mark.

Since then, it became a habit of his. To keep a track of you, you were somehow always in his line of sight or he had trained his field of vision in such a way, he couldn't tell.

From interest it had turned into obsession. Unlike you, who played just as hard as you worked, Zayne’s academic success had intimidated people. While your bright easy going nature had gotten you invites to house parties and clubbing nights with your classmates, Zayne was dining with his professors who went droning on about their achievements that he honestly couldnt muster a single fuck about.

He wanted to be with you, he wanted to be around you. But neither of your natures allowed that, both of you being on two ends of the spectrum, except at one point,

The library.

“On your 10th revision already, Zayne?” you had asked him sarcastically, making your way past his cubicle, to sit in yours which was exactly diagonal to him. Zayne made a mental note of your lilly like scent, trying not to breathe in the sexy perfume.

“Nah, just the third one yet. What about you?”

“Tch. I haven't started yet. But you bet I will be done with at least five before our exams”

Although in reality neither of you had gone past two revisions, zayne had come to love these snippets of conversation with you.

His study break included glancing at you, engrossed in your textbook, biting your lips hard while concentrating, it arose within zayne a tingling sensation he couldn't quite understand. He wasn't coming down with neuropathy now was he?

He loved the way you ended up passing right on top of your books at the end of the day. Zayne wasn't the heaviest sleeper and to his unfair advantage in a sense he worked just fine, with just 3 hours of sleep everyday but you weren't the same. The longer you slept the faster you worked, but all of that was a sacrifice if you wanted to defeat Zayne.

On the days his body and mind weren’t cooperating he had subconsciously started to think of you. The conversation he would have if he scored more again this exam, the way you would glare up at him and the way your nose would crinkle a little every time you had, he would pinch it if he could.

As months passed his obsession only got stronger, learning your routine, where you were posted in your clinicals and trying to talk longer routes in hopes of crossing paths with you

But he knew better. He told himself that at the end of the day you were nothing but a rival. Maybe you don't even care about him in a way he had.

He had become your obsession in your own way too. You wanted to know the man better, how he studied, what references he used but what stood before you was a wall. A silent man who spoke not more than a few necessary words and carried around with him an air of arrogance. But all those nights in the library together, while he would skim through the fattest books around, your mind reeled with questions.Why didn't he ever attend a party? You had gone to 3 this month alone and found him in none of them. Why does he never speak to anyone beyond a certain polite extent? You had around 10 people to keep up with. But curiosity had turned into a habit. Somehow you also found yourself looking at him for minutest things and gosh were you looking

The soft supple skin that graced his face, even you couldn't deny how good looking zayne was. His beautiful hazel eyes, his unusually delicate lips and his hands that sent a shiver up your spine every time you looked at them

Long nimble fingers with veins that would drive the nurses mad, you knew the moment you looked at them, he would be a precious asset as a surgeon.

“I wonder how deep they would go”

“What?” Zayne replied, looking at you with a quizzical expression, peering through his glasses, engrossed in his study session until he heard you.

Holy fuck, did I say that out loud??

“Nothing, I was wondering how deep do 3rd degree burns go?”

“Uh..till the subcutaneous tissue if I'm not wrong” answered zayne, hopefully unsuspecting of your dirty flight of ideas.

“You aren't.”

Things had progressed quite a bit between both of you. Although your hangouts were limited to the library, you didn't mind it one bit.

But zayne on the other hand was falling hard. He wanted to treat you and take care of you. Random pieces of candy would appear on your desk after you woke up from a nap mid study session. Zayne wanted to the keep your glucose going. Once in awhile, a can of coffee would appear on his desk. You wanted him to stay awake with you for a little while more. A mistake in a case presentation someone is making and you would find yourself searching for zayne to see if he had noticed it too. By the time you turned, there he was, already looking at you. Both of you smiling unknowingly.

Zayne was always on time. Be it presentations or class. He was there at the dot. But not this time. Not when he found you holding hands with another guy in the late hours of the campus. He wished he could remove the sight of it out of his head. With you being his first love, he didn't know what to do with himself. He didn’t know if you liked him back and before he could even muster up his courage and ask you out, he had seen you both. He hadn't realized it was too late already until this moment and gosh darn did his heart hurt so much.All the while, here you were on the other end trying to console a sobbing mess of a guy who confessed his love to you and that you had rejected. God why won’t he stop grabbing my hands?

Curiosity turned crush, you couldn't keep zayne out of your mind. You wanted more. There was no way you were dating anyone else while Zayne occupied all the 4 chambers of your heart.

But things had taken a weird turn after that day, you couldn't comprehend why.

Maybe the finals are stressing him out

The aloof zayne with his curt replies was nowhere to be found. Instead here was a man who was now so obsessed with his work that he won't spare you a glance and gosh did that hurt. You tried and tried to make conversation with him by asking him unnecessary doubts, asking about the exam schedules you already know like the back of your hand but to no avail. All you got was a reply clearly meant for a stranger. The last straw was him moving away from his cubicle diagonal to yours.

So you had given up. Convincing yourself yet again that you had much more important things to worry about. Like your upcoming finals, but studying without zayne just being a constant in your peripheral vision was strangely..sad.

You couldn't understand why it bothered you so much, it was but a small crush so why did you want to grab zayne by his hand and plop his ass back down on his now empty space. What had happened between you guys that he had changed seats or were you mistaken this whole time and this was just how he was in reality. Your head ached and reeled but to no use.

—

If it meant if he could see that glorious expression on your face everytime the results were out, Zayne maybe would have given up on his studies long ago and that thought had scared the wits out of him. You were shaking his world apart all the while being a mile away.

“I DID IT ZAYNE I DEFEATED YOU”, you had screamed, grabbing his hands and looking up at him with a teary eyed smile and blush gracing your beautiful face. Somehow it did not matter to you, that you topped your final year and defeated zayne with a 10 mark margin the highest gap you guys have ever gotten, all that matters was you could talk to zayne now, tease him about it and if things allowed, maybe talk to him. His absence was your least favorite thing about him.

All zayne wanted to do was kiss you. He wanted to claim your success as his own, he wanted to run his tongue down your slightly bruised lips that he always noticed, he wanted to hug you and peck your nose and ears and tell you how proud he was. Maybe he should have, he was so close to you, cupping your cheeks gently, his touch feather like on your skin, his warm calloused hands urging you to nuzzle into them, while looking at you with eyes that had a storm of emotions raging within them as graceful as gemstones themselves.

The same eyes had turned emotionless the moment he heard a strangely familiar voice call out to you.

“Heyy…Y/N..congratulations..!”

It was the same guy he had seen you with and he immediately realized his proximity with you and let go. You were not his and he wasn't meant to be by your side.

“Congratulations Dr Y/N. You finally did it.” were the words he blurted out before dashing away all the while leaving you bewildered.

What the heck was wrong with this man?

“So you coming to the afterparty? Wanna go along with me?”

“Shut up jeremy I told you i'm not interested, i will find a date for myself if i have to”

part 2

a/n: this has been in my drafts for a year now, will try posting the rest of the parts soon enough.

Toji, wailing by grief’s shore, praying you would somehow take pity on him and come back into his arms.

Content warning: this is just pure angst and sadness, and well, the reader is dead.

MDNI. Click away if you are not comfortable.

He could only wish the loud buzz of a ravenous club could drown his thoughts out. 

He could only wish the intoxication, bitter on his lips, would shut his brain down even for a moment, help him forget that he was drowning in a never ending sea of memories. 

Memories he clings to like a vine does a wall. 

Toji could only wish. 

Feet apart, pupils dilated and floating in deep loneful ecstacy of his dead lover’s nostalgia, all the while sitting still and getting kitten licks from a woman whose face he couldn’t decipher. He didn’t care enough. 

Maybe that was his first mistake. But a series of mistakes, nihilist poets would call them choices. Choices he made that brought him here. 

His first choice was letting himself indulge in your presence. Years worth of loneliness that he had come to terms with, were now torn down by your glinting orbs, and a smile that made hearts ache. 

Before you guys ever met, Toji thought there wasn’t any pain in this world he couldn’t handle. He had seen the worst, been with the worst and at times, been the worst but he always made it out alive. Out of sheer spite of it all. He kept himself alive just to mock fate. 

But not one day did he ever live, until it was you. 

His second choice was letting himself live while with you. 

Gentle hours of early winter dawns where he would kiss your naked spine as you laughed at your own jokes. Late afternoons where you would lie on top of his chest, your hair flowing as serenely as the leaves around him, being carried by the wind while playfully biting his nose and teasing. Raunchy nights where he thanked your being through pleasure. 

It all felt like a dream now. Happening so quickly, so blurry. 

On some nights his entire being would be in pain and fear. Fear of the fact he was going to forget. Time was cruel to him. Fate, he had once mock, all the more. He did not want to forget you. Your smell ,the softness of your skin and your voice. 

The voice that was once his salvation was now what plagued his dreams. 

He wanted to rest again but he didn’t know a form rest where you weren’t there beside him.

The moment he lost you, he knew he lost himself. 

——

Throwing bills over the counter, Toji let himself leave the club. His body felt like a thousand tonnes. 

Igniting his bike, he rode through the night.

The same routine that had taken its shape over the last year. Going to loud places, being with anyone that would make his heart beat a little less loud. A little less painfully. A little less regretfully. 

His third choice was a promise. A promise he had made to himself to always protect you, to always love you. 

As the days went by, he realized he had begun despising you. You should not have left. You had no right. No right to turn his life upside down. 

You had no right to kill the man, who he thought he was, ever ready to rule the world if given a chance.

Every night he asked the abysmal darkness the same question, 

“Why didn’t she take me with her?” 

—-

Grief had made Toji a coward. He would look but never touch. Passing by the ever familiar streets of your neighborhood, he would glance at your favorite cafe but never enter. He would look at the flowers you would absent minded touch while strolling around with him.

So in love with you, there was a point in time, he felt everything you touched was born just to be touched by you. That was the sole purpose of the universe conjuring up a bunch of atoms. 

With you gone, what was their purpose but to wilt away. What was his purpose, he was made for you, so where were you? 

All that was left in the end was an aftertaste. 

That same aftertaste had now brought him to your apartment after a year since you went. Creaking the door open, his hands were shivering, praying to some non-existent entity that this was all just wild dream, that you would just be sitting there. 

As soon as you would see him, you would squeal and jump on him while he buried his face in your neck, hoping to intertwine your souls. But when he opened the door, all that greeted him was silence. 

Silence, painful enough to bring back all the memories of you like a flood, that made his breath uneven, that made his emerald orbs red and teary. 

They say that the genie of the bottle grants 3 wishes, but Toji only needed one, which was to reverse time. On this day last year, he would beg you to stay home. He would beg you to not bring him flowers, he would beg you to not cross the street or even better he would done it all with you. So that heavens would have chosen them both, but the angels only wanted her. 

It was all so painful. His mind reeled at how the apartment stilled had lingered of your scent, your hand prints on the wall. 

It was all but a gallery for him. 

All he did in the end was lie on the cold floor, on his side, clutching your sweater as his vision blurred. 

All he did was look at the 2 rings on his fingers and whisper 

“Come back to me. Please.” 

He went on, because of you and because of love and now, there was none left in him. 

——

A/N: My fingers are the most deft when writing grief. This work, as most of my rest of works, is heavily inspired by a song that goes by the same title as this writing- There was no love left in me by Owsey.

If you have made it so far, thank you :)

content warning: mild abusive relationship, thoughts of cheating (but none actually) scumbag ex, mild violence, regret, big dick toji, eating out, female reader, fingering, orgasm, 18+, angst bcs I love writing it.

A/N: another tattoo artist Toji brain rot. Not proof read or edited pls don’t come after me, come after or for toji which ever works for u :D

It had been an entire year of your scumbag boyfriend setting up his own tattoo parlour right along side Toji’s.

Although in the initial days, your boyfriend’s place had done better compared to Toji’s simply because he was loud and obnoxious enough about his work, but when ultimately it came to finesse in the art Toji remained undefeated.

Toji’s calm but awkward manner with the clients made him an instant favourite in stark contrast to your boyfriend who only cared about the bucks.

With the tattoo parlours being almost beside each other, you often bumped into him. The first few times were just awkward but prolonged eye contacts, that went ahead to subtle smiles and Toji’s crinkling eyes, which at last proceeded to an awkward conversation.

“I see you around a lot. You work here?” He somehow mustered up the courage to ask you that, praying to the saints he hadn’t come off as creepy or overbearing.

Toji could never forget the first time he had laid his eyes upon you. It was late in the night while he was closing down, when he heard some voracious laughter coming off from Zack’s parlour. On the usual, he wouldn’t give two fucks if someone was even dying on Zack’s side but when curiosity got the best of him, he turned around and glimpsed at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

Only for the rose coloured glass to be broken when he got to know that you were dating Zack. The most narcissistic piece of douche Toji had ever come across.

He initially thought you might have been the same and somehow kept convincing himself to keep away, but none of that worked when you guys had started conversing.

You had met Zack at a concert and not knowing better started dating him and the year since then had been..well, bleak to say the least.

Zack was beyond your comprehension. He was everything you wished you were- loud, confident but the more you came closer to his world, the more distant you felt from him. The Zack that doted on you in the beginning and made out sloppily with this stinky breath was nowhere to be found these days. The Zack that was all up for late night video calls was now the same one who would leave you on delivered for 24 hours straight. Or should you say a different one. Still, you were a stubborn little one. Refusing to accept the reality of the situation.

To the add to the whole thing, was the guilt that was brought upon by your little crush on Toji. You would never cheat on your guy, but god Toji felt like he was everything you deserved and more.

His intense lingering gazes, his soft smiles, his gentle demeanour but the strength that had come with it. It gave you all the right shivers.

Ironically, the first time you guys spoke to each other was when you were trying to escape your boyfriend who was fighting with a customer about the design, when you had accidentally bumped into Toji.

Noticing the inked beauty peaking out on his forearm, you immediately realised that this was your favourite artists design.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah” Toji looked at you, trying to not let his heart eyes show,

“Is your tattoo Miyazaki’s work?” This question genuinely surprised Toji and gosh he prayed to the heavens to warn him if this is the part where he falls head over heels for you.

“Ya know him?”

“OF COURSE I DO??” You had screamed and almost pounced on his arm to admire the man’s work.

Toji had wondered then how your eyes would light up if you got to know he had trained under the said artist.

Fast forward past a few more of “accidental” bumps into each other, and some lighthearted conversations about everything and nothing under the sun, in a few moments and both of you could sense the undeniable attraction you had felt towards each other.

But neither of you ever crossed the line. You were a woman, taken, and he was a man who respected your choices no matter how strange or..shitty.

You couldn’t help but notice how different Toji was around you and when you were together with Zack.

The kind demeanour he held was immediately replaced by indifference whenever he would see you with your boyfriend who would pass on a snarky reply just to irk the said man.

Toji could easily give Zack 2 broken legs with how big he was, but one look into your doe eyes and he couldn’t even bring himself to look in your direction except throwing a finger off to the other guy.

But nothing could keep you away from each other especially during those lonely wistful nights.

You lying in your bed with your fuck ass boyfriend wasted somewhere, fingers plunging deep into your warm cunt and a heart full of regret, guilt and most of it all, lust for Toji. Nights that went away calling out his name in small whispers imagining his large hands that would envelope you and touch in all the right ways nobody ever could. Making you see stars and kissing you through the bliss.

Toji was no better. Stroking his cock in anguish, lusting after you like a beast in heat. Your plump lips, your sexy fucking hips that he would dip kisses all over, if you were his, your luscious skin that he would worship and mark, you were going to be the death of him.

But when the nights slipped away and dawn broke and as in when in you guys bumped into each other, it was the same all over. Hidden glances and lazy longing that would never translate into something more.

Until it had.

You shouldn’t have come to the parlour today. Things had been rocky between you and Zack for a few weeks now.

He had been smoking up all the money and refusing to take even the simplest of clients just out of sheer audacity and worst of all, paid no heed to your words more than ever.

Going to the parlour, at 2 am in the night after getting a call about the ruckus your boyfriend had caused and setting the damn curtains on fire, you immediately ran over only to come across the most drunk and high Zack had ever been, amidst scattered flames.

You knew from your experience to be better than to be around him when he intoxicated but the situation at hand was not helping. If only you hadn’t invested money out of blind stupidity into his tattoo parlour, maybe you would have been spared this ordeal today.

“Drag this bastard away miss OR we are gonna call the cops on y’all” said a stranger trying to control him.

“I’m so sorry about this”

“WHO…THE FUCK..lem..me gooo you little..bitch..”

“Baby listen to me, you aren’t in the right mind let’s get out of here..”

Zack had always been rough with you but never violent but it seemed like that was about to change tonight, when he grabbed you by your shirt collar and harshly dragged you towards him.

”ZACK! LET..ME GO!”

“Fuck youu..you” but before he could bring his face towards you, came a dangerous hit that probably bore into the drunkard’s skull.

“Hands away you sick fuck.” said the seething voice.

It was Toji. More than the pain, all you could think about was the relief that had washed over you on seeing Toji’ eyes that were ablaze with fury.

Before you could even say anything, he grabbed your wrist towards his motorbike and plopping helmets on both of you, drove away to your address.

He drove like the man he was at the moment- fast, angry and menacing. You clutched onto his waist for you dear life and that was the only thing, that calmed Toji a little bit.

You were here, he was here with you and you were safe and that was all he needed.

But in the half an hour that he drove both of you in utter silence, the events of the night slowly came crashing back to you.

Longing that turned into regret and that had now taken its ugly form of shame. Shame for who you were and who you had chosen to be with.

Sensing your hasty breaths on his back, Toji slowly parked his bike near the sea shore.

Even with unbearable longing like his, Toji had made it a point to never touch you. He would only do that when you were his completely mind, body and soul.

Tonight was the first time and he didn’t like it. You couldn’t even bring yourself to face Toji and when he slowly grabbed your chin to look at him, the sight before him tore his heart apart.

Tears welled up in your eyes and dripped down your soft cheeks like pearls, if Toji was a god he would be raging a war by now. But he was a mere mortal and all he could do was engulf you into him. Arms all around, caging you and protecting you, while you stained his jacket with your sobbing.

After the night had passed and somehow returning to your apartment with his help, you didn’t leave the confines of it for almost 2 weeks. Except for the occasional knocks from the said man or a get well soon bouquet, he had not spoken a word more to you, just as you hadn’t.

Both of you knew it was your decision in the end.

Almost as a sign, you got the news from your friends that Zack had ran away the same night as the police tried to catch a hold of him. Nobody knew where to and neither of them cared enough to find out.

The last checkpoint was having a conversation with Toji.

As you slowly approached his parlour, the ever so familiar but distant end of the tattoo street, one end of which was burnt ashes and the other end bustling with less customers compared to the usual, you awkwardly knocked on the clean glass door.

“Here inside” said Toji’s low baritone from the room within, as you noticed him deeply zoned in into his work on an old man and mistaking you for a customer.

You decided to wait outside in the waiting hall. It felt only right. It was only right to apologise for whatever had happened.

He had waited for you so patiently always, a steady wall that you had come to lean on unknowingly through the past few months and he never once asked anything in return. You loved him and you would wait for him just as long.

After being done and billing up the customer half an hour later, Toji peeked into the waiting hall to see who had checked in while he was working when his heart raced at the sight.

Here you were, in a soft white dress that had flown gently till your knees and straps falling agonisingly over your shoulder, looking like the sweetest angel and not to forget, with a small flower in hand. A delicate little rose and upon seeing Toji in all his black top and pants glory your heart welled up just as much as.

“Toji…I didn’t want to disturb you..so”

“You should have. You can always disturb me you know that right?”

He wanted to hug her. Touch her face, kiss her locks and smooch her lips. His restraint was a tight string waiting to break.

“Why are you here, Y/N?” His voice came off tighter than usual. With tears in your eyes and slowly offering him the small flower you found on your way here, you asked him

“Toji, can I get a tattoo?”

This took him by surprise. He didn’t know what he was expecting but tattooing you was definitely last on his list. Heaving a sigh, he gently took your fingers and the flower and moved you into the room with all his equipment.

Nobody had given him flowers before. The simple gesture had set in an ache for your being that he couldn’t ever define even if he wanted to.

If you wanted to do it his way, so be it.

“Where do you want your tattoo miss? Based on that I can tell you how painful—“

“My lower back”

“What—“ before he could even say anything, you were stripping down from your dress, locking the door while Toji’s mind was reeling.

2 weeks you had disappeared and now you were here in front of him , half naked.

“You favourite work of Miyazaki. Can you ink it on me Toji?” Of course he would. He could never say no to you. Not when you looked so sweet, sitting right in his chair looking up at him with heart eyes. Legs on display all for him. In nothing but soft lace panties.

“Fuck…darling, what are you doing to me..” he said as he slowly grabbed a delicate stencil of one of his favourite art, a pattern of the moon, the cherry blossoms and a ripple through it all.

Toji was an excellent artist but he never had to work with a raging boner before. His pants were bursting to the sight in front of him, you in a relaxed state ready to be marked. Almost a dream.

“Are you sure baby?”

“Yes. But one thing before that.”

“Hm?”

“Can you kiss me Toji?”

That was the last straw and before you could even say anything, Toji was at your lips, grabbing you by the back of your head and devouring you. You deserved slow and gentle and Toji swore to himself he would take all his time with you, but not at this moment.

Months worth of pent up lust and more so, love and the result of it, was kisses that took your breath away. Nipping away at your lower lip gently, as you opened your mouth he plunged his warm tongue into you, making you moan in ecstacy.

“Hmpph— To..jii..hm!” “Gosh baby do you know how many times I have dreamt of doing this to you huh? Your luscious fucking lips that you keep tinting up with that gloss..fuck..”

Littering kisses all around your neck, under your ears, licking across your collar bones, your whimpers were honey to his ears. Slowly wrapping your hands around his nape, you whispered to his lips

“Take me Toji. Make me yours, please.”

That was all you had to say.

Kissing you harder than ever, Toji grabbed your waist. “Turned around for me baby. Let me take care of you” with your back arching and on all fours on his chair, he ripped at your panties. You were a dripping mess and Toji was so close to coming in his pants like a fucking teenager.

“Toji..wait…it’s messy down there..stop—“

“Tell me girl. Did that fucker ever eat you out?” He asked venomously, slowly slipping in a finger into your sopping hole

“No-ughmm!!- he said it was too dir..ty..” his finger was so different from yours. Long and thick. If a finger alone was so delicious, you were sure you woud go crazy once his cock was in you.

“Proved himself to be a fucking moron once again. Well, you are all mine now. So let me treat your delicious cunt the right way baby yea?”

“Hmm—ahh!!” Dipping his face into your wet folds and antogonizingly licking up along them, eating you out from the back was Toji’s personal heaven. His nose bumping right into your sensitive clit and making you wetter by the second and now 2 of his fingers in your cunt, prodding you in all the right places sending shudders down your spine.

“Ride my face baby. Find your rhythm and make yourself feel good” Toji said and as he literally sucked and slurped at your folds and clit like a man starved. Spitting and licking and slightly pinching on your clit, in a few minutes, you were seeing stars that would normally take you so long.

“I’m cominggg Toji—!!!” Crying out and slumping over the chair.

Toji couldn’t get enough of you though. Marking you all over your back, letting red bruises blossom like petals, leaving you a sputtering mess.

He needed more. He needed you to cry his name out. Turning you around, he latched his lips onto your breast this time with a finger brushing on your clit lightly.

The wet muscle languidly brushing over your sensitive buds, teasing and biting and soothing it up again, you were so lost in pleasure, sure you would come from his attention to your breast alone.

“Faster toji..please..” “On your clit baby? Like this?” His gentle brushes had now turned into precise strokes and never in recent times had your dreamt of coming twice so quickly.

“Ahh!! Fuck!! Just like….that..I can’t! M gonna——cum..”

“Come for me good girl, let it all out… there ya go” and with the knot uncoiling, you came harder than ever.

“Such a good fucking girl for me” he whispered sinfully as he locked your lips in a gentle peck, making you ride out your high.

Little did Toji know that his sweet girl was minx in bed, all ready with her cunt clenching around for his cock. And he was all ready to give her the entire world, and of course his cock too.

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A/N: everytime I wrote Zack my brain kept going ‘gongaga’ send help.

I haven’t been the most inspired lately so I will try to get back to writing some stuff once my exams are done

Lemme know <3

Also which character would u like me to write about

A real pussy pleaser. Part 2

Synopsis:

“What the fuck Toji?”

“Who said you could cum tonight doll?” Toji replied, his gaze intoxicating in the mirror

Tags: toji fushiguro x female reader, smut, dirty talk, masturbation, body worship, mirror sex, suit kink, orgasm edging and denial, toji has a big dick lol, pet names (mama, baby, doll)

Read part 1 for context lol

18+

Cross posted on Ao3

MDNI and do not interact if uncomfortable

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You should have waited. Temptation was the devil's sweetest form and now here you were in Toji’s lap, wet little cunt on the display in the mirror and being feasted on by his heated gaze, pupils utterly blown out  “Toji..please I will do anything, just let me cum, baby..-”  “Nah mama, I want to play with you tonight” he said revelling in your hot scent, a mixture of perfume and sex. 

Gently nipping along the side of your neck, Toji fell in love with you all over again. You were his reason, his purpose and his sun and moon. Even the week he was away, if he wasn't focused on his work, you were all he could think about. Your sweet little texts always checking upon him, cute selfies that you would randomly send while grocery shopping and your corny little pickup lines and banters that had him smiling at his phone even mid-meetings. You were just as a adorable as bunny and you liked fucking like one too. 

Slowly unbuttoning his white shirt and loosening his tie, Toji took in your needy expression and heavy breaths and quickly turned you around, your beautiful tits in his face and cunt on his muscular thigh, straddling him. 

“Do you wanna be a darling for me girl?” Toji enquired, a playful smirk donning his handsome features, highlighting his scar “Yes Toji, anything-” “Then ride my thigh, show me how much you missed me, how much you are aching for me at this moment. But you will not let yourself come alright?”  “That's so unfair-ahhhhh-” Even before you could finish Toji grabbed your hips and ground you to his thighs, your perky luscious tits in his warm mouth, being sucked and teased upon. 

  Having no control of yourself and grinding your hips on his thigh like a whore in heat, you couldn't be more embarrassed and turned on by yourself at the same time. A confident ferocious lady in the usual and here you were putty in Toji’s arms and you knew it in your soul that he was the only man capable of doing this. Angling yourself and now rubbing your clit over his thigh, wetness just drooling from your hole and dripping over his pants, you were so close.

Just the right pleasure, just the right amount of friction and just the right amount of pain with Toji leaving coloured love marks all over your chest and neck.

But Toji knew your body like the back of his hand, your telltale signs when you are about to cum, erratic breathing, lower moans, and sloppy movements, he lifted you off of his thigh at just the right moment and kissed you hard enough, tongue all over, wet and exploring. “Hm—tojiiii–lemme..jus-..cum” you begged through the kiss “So fucking desperate. God baby you are gonna be the death of me” It suddenly struck Toji, what you need the most at this moment 

“Gimme a second” he said and went to the nearest drawer beside your bed and grabbed the skin-color bullet vibrator.

Toji’s dick was big but not his ego when it came to your pleasure. He was all in for anything that had you trembling and crying out. It was gonna be his name anyway at the end of the day. 

“Toji- I don't know about that- I am too sensitive right now”  “That's exactly why mama. A few more rounds of edging and when you start moaning my name like a prayer, that's when I will let you unfold like the prettiest flower you are”  His saccharine words, a stark contrast to his sadistic actions, had your mind and pussy reeling.   As he turned on the vibrator to its highest setting and latched it onto your already throbbing clit, your moans now were guttural. “I-can’t tojiiii—uhmmph!!-” “Yes you can my girl, hold it in and be a good one”

The sight in front of Toji almost had Toji come in his pants. You being a glorious hot mess, lips bruised, marks claiming you as his and rutting into the vibrator so desperate and utterly in your raunchy world.  Once again, right before you could cum Toji turned the damned thing off

-- 4th time was Toji’s limit, his cock bursting through his pants and your eyes so glossy and cheeks tear-stained. He surprised himself with how long he could go without stuffing himself in your warm cunt but it was gonna be worth the pleasure (or torture) he had put you through.  His precious woman was willing to be edged as long as he wanted to. “Thank you so much baby, you were such a darling yeah? So pretty and good for me.” 

Little did Toji know that all his words were just being directed straight to your aching cunt that had you sobbing into Toji’s broad shoulder.  “Wanna–cum..toji.. Stop being mean..ahh- ple-” “I know love, gonna make you see stars, you trust me right?” 

And he did. With the vibrator ruining your insides and Toji’s hand skillfully massaging your clit, it was game over. As much as he wanted to be gentle, he was enormous and his power even more. Clutching onto him for dear life, the sensations and the filthy wetness of your squelching pussy, you were a babbling lovely mess 

“Ahh- uhhh- toji, wait not so fast, too sensitive–hmmph!” and before you could register what was happening, the taut tension in your tummy had uncoiled, squirting and spraying all over Toji’s suit and hand and making you see white. “Good fucking girl, ruining my suit huh love fuckkk” Toji was smiling ear to ear, genuinely proud of how much you had held on, your release just as much of a relief for him, his heart pounding and your mind drowning in pleasure.

Coming down from your high, Toji was now peppering kisses all over your face, from your eyes to your cute nose and showering you with praises, making you oblivious to the fact that in the next round, it would be his cock up your tight pussy, giving you a show of the universe this time. 

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Notes:

"he would not fucking say that" *continues writing anyway*

A real pussy pleaser.

Synopsis:

Toji was out on business trip and you thought you could have a night for yourself. But things never go according to the plan do they?

Tags: toji fushiguro x female reader, smut, dirty talk, masturbation, body worship, mirror sex, suit kink, orgasm edging and denial, toji has a big dick lol, pet names (mama, baby, doll)

18+

Cross posted on Ao3

MDNI and do not interact if uncomfortable

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Being Toji’s woman was the sweetest torture.

There would be days when he would drill his cock into your sweet cunt for hours together, his kisses and actions making you see stars. 

But there were also days like these where all you had was an hour's worth of video call with him at the end of the day, with him being away on his business trip. 

It had been almost a week now and you had to survive only 2 more days before you would be back in Toji’s arms. 

But then again it was one of those nights. Fresh out of the shower, the music playing on the speaker in your shared room, is tender and sinful. The lights were soft golden and ambient and you were here smelling like petals on a calming summer night. 

Waking up late in the evening, the doom scroll session had somehow turned into a soft porn marathon. With a man like Toji around, porn was the farthest thing to get you going but today was different and you had the whole night to yourself anyway. 

Sexy kisses, lustful outfits, funny dialogue writings and concepts in some and no dialogues in others and all of them ending in delicious torment of the actress’s cunts either with filthy sloppy mouths or bliss-inducing vibrators. There was one video that caught your attention though, a simple one of a man eating his woman out, but the sultry build-up of the video, the man almost as big as yours’ and the unadulterated ecstasy on the woman’s face as he pulled one orgasm after another from her which had clenching your thighs together and almost giving into the temptation, but instead you decided against it and hopped into the shower to freshen yourself. 

It would be worth the wait once Toji’s back. Right? 

But as things never go according to plan, while cleaning the room you found an unwashed office shirt of Toji, large enough to engulf you comfortably

God you missed him so much. Could the trip get any longer?

His scent was a mixture of cool rich cologne and a hint of the day’s sweat, which didn’t help the ache between your legs. Slow warm and as wet as it could get.

Imagining him at work, his cute little furrowed eyebrows as he concentrates be it when prepping for a presentation, which was quite the same when pleasuring you out. His passionate green eyes that harbour a mischievous crinkle every time he unleashes an attack of kisses all over your face.

Just this one night you decide to take care of yourself.

Minutes later, here you were in front of the full-length mirror of your room admiring your figure donned with his shirt and only a wet, stained blue panty

Your own sight was enticing enough as you settled on the floor in front of the mirror, arching your back a little and putting out gorgeous tits on display.

The tips of your hair tickling your skin, the warmth spreading through your chest and tummy and your leaky aching cunt was too much to bear as dipped a finger into your panties

Gosh, you were so darn wet and this was the effect Toji had on you even if he was miles away.

Rubbing around the folds, in no hurry, you explored each sensitive little crevice with one hand and the other massaging softly over your nipple

“Ohhh- Toji…. I am so wet for you, mhhh-“You were as comfortably loud as you could be your finger now gliding over your clit, pinching it a little. As much you liked indulging in self-pleasure once in a while it was never enough.

It wasn’t Toji’s warm calloused hand teasing you like there’s no tomorrow. It wasn’t his long fingers pumping through your tight cunt just right.

“Tojiiiii….come backk… uhhmmp-“ you were so close to an orgasm, wet slick sounds echoing all about the room when-

“Missed me doll?”

An all too familiar deep voice.

Here was the man in question, in all his black suit, and grey tie glory leaning against the bedroom door watching you like a predator does its sweet prey

If you were an impatient one, Toji gave a tougher competition. Finishing up with his work as early as he could and skipping on the last two days of drinking fun with his office mates, Toji was on the earliest flight back.

What he was expecting was his girl to jump onto him and smother him with sweet kisses on opening the door but the site before him was well…

An even better surprise.

Hands deep in your panties, flushed skin covered by a dirty shirt he had left a week ago, eyes all glorious and teary-eyed.

“Toji! When did you come back.. I didn’t mean to-“Before you could even finish your sentence, Toji was kneeling and grabbing your chin

Slowly licking and nipping at your bottom lip, he whispered “Your pretty pussy couldn’t wait a week darling?”

“Hmmph!” His warm tongue was now sliding over yours, as you grabbed and pawed at his chest while his other hand was at your waist pulling you closer.

Knees buckling from the sheer dominance of the man, you couldn’t be more happy he was back. “Missed you so much…love, don’t leave me” you desperately whined out to him almost straddling him

“Leave you?” Toji chuckled handsomely “I ain’t going nowhere, mama. Even in another lifetime, I will find my way back to you”

As he shoved a finger into your panties, the wetness had him groaning into the kiss. He was sensuously pleasing the sensitive spot on your neck, biting it softly to leave a reddening hickey.

“Come on mama, I worked so hard on this trip. Put on a show and reward me” he said as he flipped you both around, your back to his chest and both of you facing the mirror. His hands parting your legs and with your glistening cunt on full display you couldn’t help but let out an embarrassing moan into Toji’s ear.

“But Toji… this is too..mm” You were blabbering shy mess out of nowhere and Toji was enjoying this.

“Show me your pretty cunt” he demanded as he put a hand over yours and guided you back to resume your ministrations. The pleasure was twofold now with Toji moaning darkly in your ear, his warm minty breath raising the hairs all over your body.

“Look at the sight of you. Such a gorgeous fucking thing you are eh? Those delicious tits and your glossy pouty lips, gosh wish I could have them around my cock all day, drooling all over it huh girl?”

His fingers had replaced yours now and with his middle and ring finger caressing your velvet walls, you were so close, rocking and thrusting your clit against the palm of his hand.

“I am so close Toji…. Uhhh! Fuckkk… right there!”

“How close baby?” Toji asked “A bit-..more” and just as you could feel the warmth in your tummy unravelling he pulled his fingers out

“What the fuck Toji?”

“Who said you could come tonight doll?” Toji replied, his gaze intoxicating in the mirror

This was going to be a long night and his reward was going to be your punishment. Albeit a sweet one

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A/N : Expect a part 2 lol

I named this one after an edit audio

I tried editing it for the most part but its 2 am so ignore any typos pls

lemme know how you like it.

Toji x Original female character

Summary: A short sweet drabble for all the tired souls out there.

Tags: pure fluff.

c/w: mention of cigarettes, smoking

MDNI cross posted on ao3

She couldn't do it. It was going to be one of those nights where her sleep just didn't catch up with the day's exhaustion. Her room wasn't too cold, the blanket wasn't too warm, it wasn't stuffy and she was rather comfortable but her mind was racing. She had run out of cigarettes.

"Does he remember?" Agnes thought to herself out loud. Finally deciding against laying down in bed, she got up and grabbed a thin quilt, and wrapped it around herself, it was a cold and clear winter night outside with a chill breeze that had settled over the town for the day. While grabbing the unit keys, she put on some slippers and headed out to the terrace. Some part of her believed that Toji would be up there.

As she exited the lift that had stopped on the 14th floor, she realised that it was much colder up here than she had anticipated. Agnes started climbing up the final stairs but stopped mid-flight. ‘Am I being foolish? Maybe it is just me, maybe I am just imagining ourselves together’ Thoughts that had been there for quite some time now. But the answer lied past these stairs so she dragged herself up and walked through the ever-familiar white wood door.

He was there. With his broad buff back to her, elbows up on the terrace wall's edge gazing at the stars. He looked more ethereal than ever. He was wearing plain gray joggers and a black office shirt he probably didn't bother removing after work, dark hair ruffled and kissed by the gentle wind. Agnes slowly walked over and stood beside him, wrapping herself more tightly around with the quilt she had carried along.

"Can't sleep?" he asked, voice low and soft. She nodded her head and put her elbows up on the wall too. The stars were visible tonight, more lucent than ever. The space between them was inches. "Aren't you cold, Toji?" she asked. He turned towards her and caught his breath.

She was standing there, her hair a lovely dark mess at the tips, and her cheeks and nose were a shade of pink thanks to the cold. Lovely brown eyes peering at him, begging him to bare his soul to her. Lips he wished he could worship upon day after day.

Denying himself any longer would only bring him suffering. He wanted to end it. For a beginning he hoped, he was going to have with the both of them together. He slowly grabbed the quilt from her hands, taking in her surprised expression, wrapping it around both of them from behind her, with his chest to her back. She let out a little gasp as he embraced her, arms strong around her waist "Warmer now?" he asked lips near her ear, nuzzling his chin on her shoulder. "Yeah.." she let out a breathy reply

Maybe she wasn't wrong after all. All her worries and exhaustion drained away when she was in his arms. Safe and sound from the world. Toji brought up a cigarette to her lips and lit it for her. She gave a small smile as she breathed in the musky nicotine. "Since when did you start smoking love?" "I haven't. I just had a feeling you didn't have one on you today so I carried it with me just in case" he said from behind, a cheeky smile playing on his luscious lips. He still remembered the first time he saw her lighting one, a sight never more hot and enticing. She let out a puff.

A comfortable silence wrapped them for a while. "Sweetheart, do you remember?" he asked, a mere whisper while taking her hand in his. She put the cigarette down. Of course, she did. "I do Toji, I couldn't forget it. I don't want to" She turned her head towards and fell in love with him all over once again when she saw his lovely green eyes and his bright smile, competing with the stars.

"A year ago, today, at 2:00 in the morning, was the first time we ever spoke to each other"

"Right here," he said before he put his hand on her nape and gently brought them closer, foreheads touching.

"I don't ever want to give up this moment," he said. "Not for the skies," she said, "not for the stars" they finished, bringing their lips to each other.

A/N- Very out of character Toji lmfao but soft toji supremacy always.

Also Agnes pronounced as Agh-ness

don’t mind the weird spacing lol, any requests for soft toji are always welcome!

Take care sweets

A Tatted Sin.

Toji Fushiguro X Reader

Summary: You got yourself a womb tattoo to surprise Toji. He loved it. A bit too much.

(18+)

Tags: Smut, oral sex, vaginal sex, female reader, toji has a big dick lol, soft toji, praise kink, dirty talking, face riding and creampie

Cross posted on AO3

MDNI and do not interact if uncomfortable

To state that Toji was horny was an understatement.