⋆˚࿔ 𝓷𝓸 𝓹𝓲𝓽𝔂
ᢉ𐭩 broke toji x reader | sfw | fluff
You’re in your bed with a random guy, your face buried in the soft pillows. Blurry memories of what happened last night were the only thing your mind retained.
It all started when your fling suddenly ghosted you after a week of exchanging sweet nothings. “Asshole”, you slurred after you demolished your fifth shot of tequila. “What the fuck is wrong with men these days?!” Your blood-shot eyes met the poor bartender’s who is just trying to clean the rims of the used shaker.
The heavy clink of crystal and the low, lazy hum of the jazz music faded into the background as a deep baritone cut through the ambient noise of the dimly lit lounge.
"Old fashioned, please."
The request was followed by the heavy, deliberate thud of a body settling into the leather high stool right next to yours. The sheer mass of his presence shifted the air around you, but you didn't budge.
Staring down at the melting ice in your own glass, you were far too drained, far too comfortably numb, to bother lifting your head and figuring out who had just invaded your sanctuary. Then came a shift in the warmth beside you. The faint, intoxicating scent of rain, cedarwood, and expensive bourbon drifted closer.
“Hm?" The low murmur vibrated right against the shell of your ear, close enough that you could feel the subtle heat of his breath.
Without even opening your eyes, you let out a slow, cold exhale. “Go away. The last thing I wanna be with is a male.”
“Free country.” Toji grunted, taking a slow, deliberate sip of his whiskey. He set the glass down with a soft clink and leaned his head back, looking at you with the corners of his eye. “Besides, you look like you’re drowning. Figured I’d keep you company before you sink.”
“Lay a fucking hand on me just because I look miserable, I will tase you.” You faltered, your hand reaching on your pockets for the device.
He let out a chuckle in amusement. “As if I’d hit someone like you. You’re not my type.”
These very words pierced your vulnerable heart. You sobbed simultaneously as you struggled to bring your glass to your mouth. The face of the guy who ghosted you appeared in your head.
Your knuckles turned white against the polished wood of the bar, the physical strain of hoisting yourself up the only thing keeping you grounded.
"Is that what you guys think of me?" your voice cracked, thick with the weight of unshed tears. You forced your chin up, demanding he look at the mess he’d supposedly made. "Am I that ugly?"
A flicker of genuine surprise crossed Toji’s face, his dark eyes widening slightly before his features relaxed into a slow, amused crease. He looked at you, really looked at you, taking in the flushed cheeks, the trembling lip, and your eyes and nose brimming with salty fluid. It was a pathetic sight, really, but as his gaze lingered, the lazy smirk on his face softened into something entirely different.
"Ugly?" he repeated, a low, raspy chuckle vibrating in his throat as he slowly leaned in, resting his jaw in his hand. "Please. If you were ugly, I would've walked away the second you told me to."
He reached out, his thick, calloused thumb and brushed a stray of your tear against your crimson cheek. “On second thought, you actually look pretty when you’re a mess.”
“You’re lying.” You extorted, your voice catching on your throat as you swat his hand away from your cheek. Your swing was clumsy, your palm brushed against his scar-ridged forearm. “You’re just saying that because you feel sorry for me. Or you want to amuse yourself. You’re all the same.”
“I don’t do pity, kid. It doesn’t pay well.” Toji didn’t even flinch, his fingers closed gently and inexplicably halted your wrist from swinging. He signaled the bartender with a slight tilt of his head, suggesting to fill your empty glass. You felt his thumb playing on the soft flesh of your wrist, then you caught him, smiling though you didn’t expect that someone brooding as him is able to do something like that.
“Now, who is that idiot who ditched you?” He asked. “Give me a name. I can have a little chat with them.”
~~~
You find yourself on your sofa after a slideshow recap of the events last night, bringing a small glass of water to your lips. Then, you noticed that your wrist was covered with reddish-purple marks, and are those— bite marks?
“Morning.” Toji grunted, walking around in his birthday suit. You nearly choked on your water, liquid trickling down to your lingerie bra. Your eyes were glued to the heavily muscled expanse of his scarred back and legs as he casually walked past you.
"Nice place you got here," he added, running a thick, calloused hand along the edge of your marble countertop, completely indifferent to his own glaring lack of clothing.
You clutched the edge of the couch, desperately trying to wipe the water from your chest while staring at him in absolute disbelief. "Hey!" you squeaked out, your voice a pitch higher than normal. "You can’t walk around butt naked here!"
“Why? Is there someone else living here?”
“No?”
“I see no problem then.”
Toji shrugged his massive shoulders, turning back around to casually rifle through your upper cabinets. He didn't even have the decency to look sheepish. He just stood there, towering and completely exposed, his sculpted back muscles flexing with every move as he reached for a coffee mug.
"If you're so worried about decency," he grumbled over his shoulder, his voice a low, gravelly vibration, "maybe you should stop staring. You're going to spill the rest of that water if you keep gaping at me like that."
“And you have the audacity to speak about decency when you’re making coffee using my mug with my coffee beans as if you own the place.” You retorted and scoffed, setting your glass of water on the coffee table.
“Alright.” Toji replied bluntly, fully stopping the stirring of his coffee. “But I do own that pussy.”
Your jaw dropped, any retort you had prepared dying instantly in your throat. For a second, your brain completely short-circuited, unable to process how someone could be so entirely shameless, so utterly comfortable saying the most unhinged thing in a stranger's kitchen without a single stitch of clothing on. “And since.. when did I say that?”
“While I was ravishing your neck and that.” Toji replied, his finger pointed at the wrist with his marks. It’s that good, huh?
In utter disbelief, you marched towards the area he’s at, placing your glass on the sink while small chuckles emitted from his mouth.
You need to leave. Right now," you managed to get out, your voice finally returning, though it trembled with a mix of sheer disbelief and embarrassment. You pointed a trembling finger toward the hallway. "Seriously, Toji. Put your pants on, grab your things, and get out of my apartment."
Toji paused, the coffee mug halfway to his lips. He slowly turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, his dark, heavy-lidded eyes scanning your flushed face and the defensive way you were holding yourself. A quiet, amused breath escaped his nose, but he didn't make a single move toward the door.
“Setting boundaries now, are we?" he murmured, turning his full, towering frame around to lean back against the sink. He took a slow, deliberate sip of his coffee, completely unbothered by his lack of clothing, and let out a low grunt of satisfaction. "And here I thought we were getting comfortable. You didn't seem to mind my company last night when I was inches deep inside you."
Something about Toji makes him so enticing. It’s definitely his towering, ripped build but you never expected to be so impressed by his cockiness though it also vexes you.
“My body isn’t something you can use for free. And most especially, you being here.” You answered back, your hand rested on your hip. A lifted brow formed on his face, his large arms crossed together that puffed up his broad chest. “And I’m not open for housemates.”
“Come ‘on, mama. Maybe we can work something out.” Toji leaned closer to you, closing the distance between your face and his. He reaches his hand onto your arm, slowly cascading up and down. Your breath shivered within his touch, your heart pounding hard as if it wants to break free. “I’m not like that idiot who dropped you.”
Before he could utter another teasing remark about how desperate you'd been the night before, you lunged forward, grabbing him by the jaw. Your sudden, fierce kiss collided with his mouth, a desperate, impulsive attempt to finally shut him up.
Toji’s eyes widened in rare, genuine surprise, the low laugh dying in his throat. But the shock lasted only a second. The coffee cup was abandoned, clattering onto the counter, as his massive, heavy hands locked onto your hips. He pulled your soft frame flush against his bare, hard chest, effortlessly lifting you onto your tiptoes as he took absolute control of the kiss, turning your frustrated outburst into something deep, breathless, and utterly ruthless.
He clawed into your hips aggressively, hoisting you up to his torso, walking back towards the messy bed the two of you made the night before. Your fingers intertwined with his jet black hair, lips gasping for air in between deep kisses. You tilted your head to the side, allowing him more access to your bare neck and shoulders before falling down to the mattress once again.
You’re in it for a long day and night.
