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Toji x Reader

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AN: Back with another part! I actually had to rewrite this whole part cause I decided to change up the plot and add a bit more angst. I hope you enjoy!

Part 10

“Master Zenin brought another girl home again.”

 “Yes… and it’s the same girl from before. How cruel.”  The servants whisper behind their sleeves, voices low but not low enough.

Their voices fade, but the words stay, sinking sharp into your chest. You stayed crouched among the rose bushes, pretending to trim, pretending you didn’t hear, pretending your chest didn’t tighten at the words. 

He refused you that day, his tone changed all of a sudden. “Not now,” he said before getting up and leaving you in your room to shower. You sat there, fingers curling into your knees. Unsatisfied. Frustrated. Embarrassed. You were the one who had reached for him, who had tried and now you sat alone, rejected.

You thought intimacy would be the way to grow closer to him and yet… it had failed. All that remained was the ache in your chest and the gnawing question you dared not speak aloud. Did he hate you… or did he hate the marriage more?

You try to brush it all off. Telling yourself not to react. Not to let it get to you. You take a slow breath and press your palms to the wooden railing, slightly trembling. You shouldn’t care. You shouldn’t think about it. You shouldn’t want to know what he’s doing with her.

But the more you try not to think about it, the louder the thoughts become.

Don’t go. Don’t do this to yourself. Don’t—

The next thing you know, you’re standing in front of his room holding your breath. Your heart pounds in your throat as you stare at the floor, your back facing the closed door. You shouldn’t be here. You know you shouldn’t. But your feet have already brought you, and now you can hear them faintly.

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Starting from part 10 an onwards I will not be posting the chapters full length as the rest would be posted on ao3 or wattpad, whichever is your preferred place. I would like to start shifting my work towards there as comparing the analytics between here and there, I seem to be doing better there. Thank you for reading stonehearted from the beginning if you have and sorry for the inconvenience later on.

I would still be active on here of course but maybe not in terms of writing. I will continue to write more as I have so much stories to share with all of you but it won't be here anymore. Rather, I would post some sneak peaks or prologues of future fics and stories. I would also be writing about other characters from other things that might not always be jjk related. Love and deepspace is planned to be next so if you're a fan please do stay tune for that.

I will try my best to write to the best of my abilities even if I have to change my user and name for whatever reasons. Maybe late into a future when we're much older, I'll still be writing and you might still see my work somewhere on the internet.

Toji x Reader

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AN: Wow it's been 2 months, time really flies huh. Well, let’s find out what happens to innocence when it gets a taste of something a little forbidden. Talk about a "hands-on" experience😝😝 (wc: 1.8k)

Part 9

It’s now night time, you're comfortably sprawled on your stomach in bed, a book open in front of you as a candle flickering softly beside you. You then hear footsteps approaching, the sound growing louder with each step, interrupting the quiet of the room. You look up to see Toji walking past your room, his skin glistening with sweat, shirtless, and wearing only low-hanging pants. It's clear he just finished an intense session of sword practice.

You can't help but steal a glance, your eyes lingering on the way his muscles flex with each step.

He notices you looking at him and smirks, knowing exactly what you're doing. With a confident stride, he walks to your doorway, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. He leans against the doorframe and asks, looking down at your book, "Still reading that boring thing?" 

"I like reading," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady, before looking back down at your book, attempting to focus on the words.

He chuckles deeply at your reply. With a casual grace, he walks in, leaving his sword outside, and plops himself down next to you on the floor. His large frame makes the mat sag under his weight. Suddenly, he reaches out and grabs the book from your hands, holding it out of reach. 

"But I don't like to be ignored while I'm trying to talk to you," he says as his eyes glint with a mix of amusement and challenge.

"Hey! Give it back," you frowned as you reached for the book, your hand playfully swatting at the air, trying to grab it from his grasp. He laughed and pulled the book higher, keeping it just out of your reach. 

"Try to get it then," he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he swatted your hands away, making him laugh harder. You then pushed him down, climbing on top of him with a swift, playful movement, and snatched the book back. "Who's short now?" you teased, a triumphant grin spreading across your face.

He let out a surprised laugh as you pinned him down, his arms coming up to cage you in, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, looks like the bookworm has a surprising amount of strength," his smirk turning slightly playful, aware of how close you were. 

You continued to sit on him, frustratedly flipping the book back to the page you were reading, completely oblivious to how much he was enjoying the view. Your thighs were spread over his hips, and while the book blocked your view of him, it didn't hinder his view of you. He watched you intently, his eyes lingering on the way your body was pressed against his, admiring the soft curve of your thighs and the innocent way you were engrossed in your reading. His gaze held a mix of admiration and desire, a silent appreciation for the moment that was lost on you.

He swallows hard, trying to control his body's reaction to your proximity. The feel of your thighs against his hips and  the weight of you on top of him are all contributing to a growing tension within him. He's enjoying the view, the way your hair falls around your face, and the way your lips move slightly as you read silently.

"Great, you made me lose track of where I stopped reading," you huffed, annoyed, not realizing how much he's enjoying the moment.

He chuckles softly, his voice low and amused. "Maybe that means it's time to stop reading for tonight," he suggests, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he reaches up and gently closes the book, ignoring your protest. 

"What? Why?" you ask, your voice laced with confusion as he pulls the book away from you. He laughs at your upset expression, his voice deep and genuine. Your hair is slightly messy, falling around your face in soft waves, and you're straddling him, completely unaware of how enticing the position is. The way your thighs press against his hips and your body is pressed against his is incredibly alluring and he's doing his best to keep his reactions in check.

"Because..." He pauses, trying to find a reasonable explanation, his voice a bit strained as he attempts to control his body's response. "Because it's late. You'll strain your eyes," he mutters, his tone innocent, but his eyes betray him, filled with a hunger he's trying to conceal.

"Then I'll go light another candle," you say, starting to shift to get off him, but he stops you.

His hands snap to your hips, preventing you from moving, his touch firm but not painful. He looks up at you with a serious expression, his face inches from yours. "I don’t want you to." His voice is low and commanding, sending shivers down your spine.

"But I want to read," you insist, furrowing your eyebrows in determination, your eyes sparkling with a mix of stubbornness and curiosity.

A playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, "You're too short to reach the candles anyway." He teases, his grip tighten slightly on your hips, a subtle reminder of his strength and the power he holds in that moment. He's fully aware of the position you're in, how your body is pressed against his, and the innocent way you're straddling him, completely unaware of the effect it's having on him.

You cross your arms, a hint of defiance in your expression. "Then I'll get a servant to get it for me," you declare, your chin lifting slightly as you meet his gaze, a spark of challenge in your eyes.

His eyebrows shoot up, amused by your stubbornness. He can feel your arms crossing over his chest, pushing your breasts together slightly. He quickly looks away, trying to maintain his composure. "And bother the entire place at this hour? No way." He shakes his head firmly.

Without thinking, he pulls you towards him, and you fall on top of him, your face landing gently on his chest. You look up at him, your eyes meeting him, the proximity between you intense. The room seems to narrow while his heartbeat thrums against your cheek, a steady rhythm that matches the pounding in your own chest. The scent of him, mixed with sweat filled your nose.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer against him. "Just stay here with me instead." He suggests, his voice softer now. He's not thinking about the implications of holding you so close. 

“Ack sweat.” you mumbled. 

His heart races as he stares down at your face pressed against his chest. Unconsciously, he starts stroking your hair, marveling at how soft it feels. His voice comes out in a husky whisper, "You feel nice…" He admits, his calloused hand continuing to gently pet your hair. The other hand remains wrapped around your waist, holding you close against him.

This warmth from him was new to me, a sensation that both comforted and unnerved me. I didn't know what else to do except lay there, my body pressed against his, his hand gently combing through my hair. The sensation was soothing, each stroke sending a shiver down my spine, a mix of pleasure and something more that I couldn't quite identify. His touch was gentle, yet firm, a contrast to the strength I knew he possessed.

He continues to stroke your hair, his fingers getting tangled in the strands. He can feel you relaxed against him, trusting and innocent. He swallows hard as he realizes that you're basically cuddling with him, completely unaware of the intimate position you're in.

His hand slowly moves from your hair to your back, his fingers splaying out wide to cover as much of your frame as possible. He can feel your warm breath against his chest, inhaling his scent. He looks down at you, studying your peaceful expression.

His eyes drop to your neck, watching as you swallow softly. He realizes that you're innocent in every sense of the word, you don't understand the first thing about intimacy. He swallows hard again, his thumb rubbing your back softly. He continues to stroke your back gently, listening to your breathing sync with his heartbeat. It's a surprisingly intimate moment even for him, one he hasn't experienced before.

His arms tighten slightly around you, pulling you even closer, his muscles flexing beneath your touch. He spreads his legs apart slightly, adjusting his position so that you're practically sitting between them. His voice comes out deeper than intended, a low rumble that vibrates through his chest, "Comfortable?"

You nod, your eyelids lowering a little as you look at him, your gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and something more. Your hand reaches out, tracing the line of his strong jaw, the stubble rough against your fingertips. You continue down as your fingers traces down his neck, feeling the pulse that beats steadily beneath your fingertips.

Toji swallows hard as your touch sends a shiver down his spine, a sensation that's both pleasurable and intense. His adam's apple bobs as he looks at you, his expression unreadable, but his breathing is slightly hitched, a small sign of the effect you're having on him. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice a mix of curiosity and desire.

Your eyes meet his, a spark of challenge and curiosity in your gaze. "I wanna learn something new again," you whisper. Your hand continues its journey traveling lower down his chest, your touch light and teasing.

His eyes snap down to watch your hand slowly move lower, his chest rising and falling rapidly now. He swallows hard again, voice coming out hoarse "Like what exactly?" He knows he should stop you but his body betrays him, his hand clenched when he can easily take your hand away.

I then looked down at where my hand was going, the tip of my hand slipping under his pants. His abdominal muscles tense beneath your touch as your hand slips under the waistband. He inhales sharply, eyes locked on your face, searching for any indication of what you're actually doing or if you even know what you're doing. "Wait," he breathes out, his voice a mix of warning and desire.

You look back up at him., a spark of curiosity and confusion. He looks back at you, his eyes darkening slightly as he sees the innocent curiosity in your eyes, mixed with the forbidden touch of your hand beneath his pants. He swallows hard, trying to dissuade you with his next words instead of his actions. "You can't-"

"Why not?" you ask, your voice soft yet carrying a spark of defiance. Your eyes hold his, a mix of innocent curiosity and a newfound boldness.

AN: And that’s how first exposure to intimacy changes things, so much for innocence, huh? Wow reader getting freaky and bold. A dangerous combo indeed.

Toji x Reader

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AN: Just a little short cute chapter to recover from Part 7. Enjoy! (wc:~1.5k)

Part 8

"This isn't a comfortable feeling..." you say, shifting uncomfortably.

Toji sighs and releases his grip on you. "Fine. Go clean up." He watches as you get off the bed and head to the bathroom, a strange mix of disappointment and relief in his eyes.

A few minutes later, he hears the bathroom door open and your footsteps as you come back out. "Feel better?" he asks, his voice casual.

You nod as you sit back down on the bed, the early morning sun casting a soft glow through the window. The servants are probably up and around, but the room is still quiet.

Toji's eyes glint mischievously as he watches you, his casual demeanor a facade. In his mind, he's replaying the picture of you covered in his cum, the image etched into his memory. He remembers the way your innocent face was marked by his release, the way your wide, innocent eyes looked up at him. The memory of your stained face and hands and the taste of his semen on your lips is enough to send a fresh wave of arousal coursing through his veins.

He can feel his cock stirring again, responding to the vivid image in his mind. He wants to mark you again, to claim you as his, to see you covered in his essence. But for now, he keeps his desires in check, watching you with a hunger that he can barely conceal, his mind already plotting his next move.

"So what now?" you ask, looking at him, trying to gauge his thoughts. Your eyes search his, trying to understand the complexity of emotions playing out in his mind.

He shrugs nonchalantly, a casual gesture that belies the storm of thoughts and desires churning within him. "Nothing much," he replies, his voice innocent and light, as if the intense moment that just passed was a mere figment of your imagination. But his eyes betray him, a mischievous glint that hints at the hunger and possession he's trying to hide.

"You hungry?" he asks, his voice steady and calm, but his eyes never leave you. They're fixed on you, taking in every detail, from the way your hair falls around your face to the way your hands rest in your lap. 

You turned to look at him, "I think I'm going to sleep some more. I didn't really sleep well last night because of a certain someone," you said, a hint of teasing in your voice as you tucked yourself back into bed.

He chuckles softly as he watches you settle back into the comfort of the sheets. "Sleep well then. I might be out for a bit," he says nonchalantly, his voice calm and collected, as if the intense moments shared between you were just a normal part of your day. He turns to leave the room, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary, a hunger still burning in his gaze.

You then lay back down, the softness of the pillow cradling your head, and closed your eyes. The room is quiet, the only sound is the gentle rustle of the sheets as you adjust yourself. You take a deep breath, the scent of him still lingering in the air, and let yourself drift off, taking a small nap to recharge from all those activities. 

30 minutes later, the servant carefully pushes open the door to your room, ensuring you're still asleep. She tiptoes in, her steps muffled by the soft carpet, and gently sets a small, elegantly wrapped box on your nightstand. The box, tied with a delicate ribbon, stands out against the dark wood, a stark contrast to the otherwise simple room. She takes a moment to admire the gift, a small smile playing on her lips, before tiptoeing out, closing the door softly behind her, leaving you to your peaceful slumber.

Toji, who was waiting outside, receives a discreet signal from the servant, a small nod of her head, confirming the task is complete. He smirks, a satisfied expression on his face, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and anticipation.

A few hours later, you finally wake up from your nap. You stretch, your muscles aching from the activity of the morning, and yawn, the sound echoing in the quiet room. You blink against the sunlight streaming through the windows, the warmth of the sun on your face a comforting sensation. As your vision clears, you look around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings, before your gaze lands on the nightstand. You freeze, your eyes widening in surprise.

There, sitting on your nightstand, is the small box, its elegant wrapping and ribbon standing out against the dark wood. There's no note or any indication of who it might be from, but the quality of the wrapping hints at the expensive contents inside. You reach out, your fingers hesitating for a moment before picking up the box, turning it over in your hands, examining it carefully, a sense of curiosity and excitement building within you. Who could have left this?

"Found something interesting, didn't you?" His amused voice startles you slightly, making you jump. You hadn't realized he'd come back into the room. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Go on, open it. It won't bite."

You then slowly unwrapped the box, your fingers trembling slightly with curiosity and excitement. As you opened it, you found a delicate silver bracelet with a small, intricate pendant. The pendant was shaped like a rose, with tiny diamonds as petals, catching the light and shimmering beautifully. It was clearly expensive and exquisite.

Toji watches your reaction closely, his smile turning into a satisfied grin. "Do you like it?" he asks, his voice soft, yet filled with a sense of accomplishment.

"For me?" Your eyes light up, a mix of surprise and delight on your face. You look up at him, a question in your eyes, wondering why he would give you such a beautiful and expensive gift.

"Yes," he said as he walked towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. He picked up the bracelet, examining it for a moment before looking at you. "May I?" he asked, his voice soft and respectful.

You nodded, reaching out your hand, but he moved down to your leg instead, wrapping the bracelet around your ankle. "It's an anklet," he explained, looking up at you with a smile that was both charming and mischievous. He fastened the anklet, his fingers brushing against your skin as he adjusted it, ensuring it was secure.

He looked up at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "Anklets are more charming, don't you think?" he asked, his voice filled with a hint of amusement.

"I..." you said, lowering your hand and looking at the anklet on your ankle. "It's pretty, yeah. But it’s not that fashionable, no one can see it if I wear my clothes,” you pointed out, a hint of confusion in your voice.

“Who said it’s for others to see? Just me... And you,” he replied, his hand gliding up your leg as he smirked, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

“Wha-!” you exclaimed, jerking your leg away, feeling a little ticklish from his touch. Your eyes widened, a mix of surprise and curiosity on your face.

He chuckled softly, clearly pleased with your reaction. He stood up and walked back to the doorframe, leaning against it once more. "I'm glad you like it," he said, his eyes flicking down to your ankle briefly before meeting your gaze again, a satisfied expression on his face.

"Since when were you so... affectionate?" you asked him, looking at him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

He raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Since I realized that being a bit softer might get me better results than my usual gruffness," he replied, his voice laced with amusement. He paused, then added with a casual shrug, "Besides, it's not like I'm giving you diamonds every day."

You rolled your eyes and looked away, trying to suppress a small smile.

He chuckles at your reaction, pushing off from the doorframe and walking back towards you. "You know, for someone who just received a very expensive piece of jewelry, you're not very appreciative," he teased, his tone light and playful.

"It's on my foot. I'm not sure how to feel about that," you replied, your voice deadpan, a hint of uncertainty in your eyes.

He bursts out laughing at your response, the sound rich and genuine, filling the room. "Of course it's on your foot. Because it looks damn good there," he said, standing close to you, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "And as for how you should feel... should I take it back?" he asked, his eyes glinting with mischief, a challenge in his voice.

"No!" you replied quickly.

AN: Wow from cold to this and the story hasn't ended yet? Welll there are still lots of parts written and unwritten sooo stay tuned!

Toji x Reader

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here Part 4 here Part 5 here Part 6 here

AN: Okay, I know I said Part 7 would come out next week cause this part ended up being super long. I was going to split it in half at first, but then I figured yall deserve it after you’ve all waited so long. Hence, lo and behold! The long awaited part 7! Enjoy!! 😉😉 (wc: ~4.8k)

Part 7

“Like what?” you ask, tilting your head as you look up at him, your voice laced with innocent curiosity. You don’t pull away when he draws you closer—if anything, you lean into him, eyes wide and searching. His breath hitches. You don’t even realize what you’re doing to him. The question is genuine. You’re not teasing, not playing coy. You really don’t know. And that realization hits him like a brick to the chest.

His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise flashing across his face. You were untouched, untested, unknowing in the kind of way that made his heart thud with both protectiveness and dangerous hunger. He exhales slowly, gaze dropping to your lips for a second too long before finding your eyes again.

“A… blowjob?” he says carefully, the word thick on his tongue, like he’s weighing it before releasing it into the space between you. “It’s when a girl uses her mouth on a guy’s…” He trails off, searching your expression, looking for hesitation or discomfort but you just keep looking at him, like you’re waiting to understand, like you trust him to explain.

He swears under his breath, jaw tightening. He’s trying to be gentle. Careful. But his thoughts are spiraling. Your curiosity, your willingness, your trust—it’s unraveling him inch by inch. His hand tightens slightly at your waist. “It’s... a way to give someone pleasure,” he says eventually, softer now. His voice drops as his thumb strokes slow circles into your hip. “It feels good.”

You raised an eyebrow, your expression a mix of curiosity and confusion. He hesitated, trying to find the right words that wouldn’t embarrass either of you, then gestured vaguely between his legs. “His… private parts,” he said, his voice low and careful, as if the simple explanation might bridge the gap between your innocence and the complexity of what he was trying to teach you. But seeing your blank stare, he realized he had to be more explicit. “His penis, okay? You put it in your mouth and move your mouth up and down and suck.” 

You blinked at him, processing the strange new information. “What? Why?” you asked, your voice filled with genuine confusion. “Doesn’t it go somewhere else?” 

The question was innocent but pointed, revealing just how unfamiliar you were with these things he took for granted. His reaction caught you off guard as he suddenly burst out laughing. You stared, arms crossed, a little annoyed but mostly fascinated by the contrast between your seriousness and his sudden amusement. When he finally caught his breath, his grin softened into something warmer and more affectionate. “Yes, it does.” he said, still chuckling lightly. “Usually, during sex it does go… somewhere else.” 

You tilted your head slightly, not ready to let him off the hook just yet. Your eyes searched his face, silently asking for more clarity. He seemed to sense that, and his amusement faded into a more serious, tender look. “But some guys like it when girls use their mouths instead,” he explained, voice dropping a notch as if sharing a secret meant just for you. “It’s a different kind of pleasure.” 

You frowned, still trying to grasp the concept. “Why?” you pressed, the simple question seemed to make the air between you shift. He shrugged, but there was a weight behind his gesture as his gaze held yours, steady and sincere. “Because it feels good. Really good. The mouth, the throat, it’s sensitive, warm… and can be intense.” His words hung in the air, thick with meaning that went beyond just the physical.

There was a pause before he added, almost teasingly, “And some guys like the visual. Of seeing their dick in a girl’s mouth.” The thought was enough to make your nose wrinkle in mild disgust, an instinctive reaction that made him laugh softly again. “You look disgusted,” he said with a smirk.

“How would that even work?” you asked, brows pinched together like trying to piece it together like a puzzle that didn’t quite make sense.

“It works by sucking and moving your mouth up and down,” he repeated patiently, his voice soft like he was watching something precious unfold. “And sometimes, guys like it when girls use their tongues to swirl around the tip.” His eyes lingered on you, watching every flicker of confusion, every subtle shift on your face. He was studying you, not just to gauge your reaction, but to savor the way your innocence painted your features with such honest curiosity. “You really don’t know anything about this, do you?” he asked.

“No,” you admitted, your voice small as you gulped. “This is very new to me.” You paused, shaking your head slightly. “I don’t see the thrill about that.”

He chuckled at that, the sound low and genuine. There was something deeply endearing about your honesty—how you didn’t try to pretend, how you weren’t embarrassed to ask questions most people would never say aloud. His eyes gleamed with something unreadable, a mixture of affection and something deeper, darker. “Would you wanna try it?” he asked, his voice casual, but not careless. He didn’t push. He just wanted to know. Maybe he wanted to see how far your curiosity would go. Or maybe.. he just wanted to be the first to show you.

You hesitated. You weren’t scared exactly, just unsure. Your gaze dropped, thoughtful, then flicked back up to his. “I don’t know,” you said softly, biting your lip. “I’m not sure how much my mouth can fit.”

"Your mouth can fit more than you think," he says softly, his voice dropping lower. He imagines your small mouth wrapped around his length and feels himself harden slightly. "But most girls can't deepthroat, so they just suck on the tip or the first few inches."

“Pretty sure it’s because it’s not supposed to be there,” you muttered, wrinkling your nose slightly. There was something in the way you said it—so blunt, so utterly unaware of how your honesty hit him like a punch to the gut and a tug to something far more primal. “It’s not supposed to be there no,” he said, still chuckling as he leaned back slightly, watching you like he couldn’t decide whether to be entertained or completely taken by you. “But some guys like their dicks to be in a girl’s mouth or even her hand.”

Your brow furrowed again, head tilting slightly. “Hand?”

He grinned, clearly enjoying the unfolding of your curiosity. “A handjob,” he explained casually, raising one hand and curling it into a loose fist. “It’s when a girl uses her hand to jerk a guy off. Usually up and down.” He demonstrated slowly, mimicking the motion without shame, “Some guys get their girls to do that when they’re too young or not ready to have sex yet. It’s kind of easier.”

You watched the movement, then looked back up at him, your face a picture of quiet contemplation and unspoken questions. He could tell you were trying to understand. “Does it feel good?” you ask quietly, glancing up at him.

“Really good,” he admits without hesitation, his gaze fixed on the way your hair spills down your back. The question itself makes him realize just how little you understand about what pleases a man. “Like this,” he shows you again, pumping his fist slowly along his length, voice lower now. “Some men even prefer this over sex, it’s quicker and it doesn’t take much to get them off.”

Your lips part, hesitating before you whisper, “Can… can I try? I’ve never even seen one before.”

His breath stutters. He hadn’t expected that from you, not with how careful you usually are. “You want to give me a handjob?” he asks, eyes narrowing slightly as if to make sure you’re serious. But your expression is nothing but pure curiosity, untouched by shame. The sight makes him throb against the confines of his pants.

“I’d rather that than… in my mouth,” you admit softly, cheeks heating.

He lets out a quiet laugh, amused by your honesty and charmed by your innocence. “Most girls prefer to suck dick,” he murmurs, still watching you, “but if you’re not comfortable with that, a handjob’s fine.” He leans back, settling into the moment, giving you room. “Go on, try it.”

Your fingers fidget nervously as you look at the outline of it pressing against his pants. “Wha… are you going to… do I have to, uh…” The words stumble out of you, tangled with nerves and curiosity, as your gaze lingers there.

"Unbutton my pants," he says patiently, enjoying your innocence too much to rush you. "Pull out my dick. Don't be scared of it." He watches you fidget with the button on his jeans, amused by how inexperienced you are. 

Your fingers tremble as you reach for the button of his jeans, fumbling clumsily. He watches, amused, his cock twitching in anticipation at the sight of your small hands struggling with something so simple.

When you can’t get it undone, he chuckles under his breath. “Here, let me.” His larger hands brush yours aside with ease, popping the button and dragging the zipper down in one smooth motion.

You swallow hard as he lowers the fabric, and then gasp softly when his length springs free. Heavy, thick—at least nine inches, flushed and straining, the swollen head already slick. Compared to your hands, it looks impossibly big.

“It’s just a dick,” he reassures, voice taut from restraint, watching your wide-eyed stare.

You lean in slightly, studying it with almost scientific curiosity. The way it throbs faintly, the way the veins wind along its shaft, the subtle shifts of color between flushed pinks and deeper reds—it all fascinates you.

He smirks at your innocent scrutiny, arousal simmering hotter as you look at him like he’s some strange, forbidden specimen. “You can touch it if you want,” he says softly, spreading his thighs wider to give you space. “It won’t bite.”

You slide a finger along him, poking lightly as he throbs hard under your touch. A low, strained groan escapes him, his length twitching sharply at the sensation. A bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip, dripping slowly down, and you can’t help but lean closer, fascinated by every detail. “Why is it white?” you ask softly, tracing the bead as it slides.

He chuckles, the sound rough and warm, his eyes darkening as he watches your curiosity. “That’s called pre-cum,” he explains, voice low. “It comes out when a man’s really turned on… it helps with lubrication.” You watch him closely, fingers hovering, exploring the unfamiliar hardness with innocent fascination.

“It’s… so big,” you murmur, eyes traveling down to the weight in his hands. “I didn’t know what to expect.” Your fingers drift lower, brushing the soft, warm swell beneath him. “What’s this?”

He laughs again, tension running through his body as your fingers poke at him, teasing, gentle, but bold in your curiosity. “Those are my balls,” he says, his voice husky. “They… produce sperm.”

You trace lightly from the round, heavy orbs up along the length of him, marveling at the connection between them, the way his cock twitches at every touch. “They’re connected,” you murmur, the tip of your finger brushing against him as he shifts slightly, every movement sending a shiver through him.

His hands move to your shoulders, steadying you, eyes locked on yours. “You have no idea how good it feels… just like this,” he growls, voice low and ragged, as his hips press subtly toward your fingers, urging you on.

He swallows hard as your finger traces up his length, following the connection between his balls and his shaft. He’s never seen anyone explore him with such naive curiosity before, and it makes him both tense and strangely tender.

“Yes,” he murmurs softly, voice low. “The testicles are connected to the shaft by the spermatic cord.”

He watches you with fascination, noting the way you handle him like a new, mysterious object—careful, curious, and entirely devoid of sexual intent. Your fingers slide along his veins, lightly tracing the ridges, then wrap gently around the swollen head, exploring without hesitation.

He keeps his eyes on your expression, waiting for the questions he knows are coming.

“Does it… hurt when it’s like this?” you ask quietly, your finger following the intricate network of veins along him.

A sharp shiver runs through him at your touch, his hips pressing subtly toward your hand. “No… it doesn’t hurt,” he says, voice strained but patient, though the tremor in his groan betrays how sensitive he is to your innocent exploration.

He inhales sharply as your finger traces the thick veins on his engorged length. He's never been examined so thoroughly before, let alone by someone so innocent. “It's just very sensitive. When a man gets aroused, blood flows into the penis, making it hard and big. It's just biology." He taps your nose playfully.

“So… it can change shape?” you ask, tilting your head as you lean closer, curiosity written across your face. “It has… a kind of smell too?” You bring it near your nose, inhaling lightly.

He groans, low and ragged, at the sight of your nose twitching over him. The action is so utterly innocent and so fucking cute that he feels like he could lose himself. “Yeah,” he says softly, voice strained, “it changes shape when a man’s turned on.” His eyes darken as he watches you take in the faint, musky scent. “The smell… that’s kinda like my… pheromones.”

You glance up at him with wide eyes, curiosity mingling with a tentative boldness. “It probably… tastes good too, doesn’t it?” you murmur, leaning down further, your back arching as you hover closer. Your gaze lifts to meet his, heart hammering. “Can I?”

His breath catches in his throat as he sees you looking up at him, eyes wide with innocent curiosity, your back arching slightly. His cock throbs visibly at your quiet question.

“You… want to taste it?” he asks softly, voice rasping, both aroused and amused by your naive exploration.

“Just curious,” you murmur, tucking your hair behind your ear, cheeks flushing slightly.

He nods slowly, intrigued by where your innocence will lead. “Go ahead, then… just be careful,” he says gently, his tone laced with both arousal and quiet amusement.

Leaning closer, you catch the musky scent of him before tentatively extending your little pink tongue to lick the bead of pre-cum at the tip. Your hand rests lightly on his inner thigh for support.

A sharp, ragged breath escapes him as your tongue makes contact with his sensitive tip. The electric sensation shoots straight through him, making his cock pulse harder against your touch. He can’t tear his eyes away, captivated by your wide-eyed curiosity, the way you explore him so innocently yet so intimately. He watches you intently, your innocent curiosity making this experience incredibly erotic for him.

You smack your lips a few times before nodding slowly. “Tastes… weird…”

He chuckles softly, finding your reaction utterly endearing. His hand moves to thread gently through your hair. “Weird how? Sweet? Bitter?” His hips twitch slightly, betraying his growing arousal as your small hand rests on his inner thigh, dangerously close to his balls. “You can lick more if you want.”

You hesitate for a moment, then give the tip another tentative lick.

A low, ragged groan escapes him, vibrating through his body as your tongue brushes his sensitive tip again. Jolts of pleasure ripple through him, his fingers tightening slightly in your hair as he watches your careful, curious movements. “You’re really curious about this, aren’t you?” he murmurs, voice rough with need.

“I’ve never been with a man before… or even seen one of these,” you confess, wrapping your hand lightly around his base. “I didn’t know it would be like this.” You drag your tongue slowly from the base to the tip, exploring every inch with innocent fascination.

A shiver runs through him at the inexperienced yet achingly sensual touch, your warmth and curiosity teasing him mercilessly. He throws his head back with a groan, pulse racing, unable to resist the effect your exploration has on him.

“Sorry… did that hurt?” you ask softly, looking up at him as he groans, concern mingling with your curiosity.

"No," he chuckles softly, finding your innocent worry cute. "It felt... good." His hips twitch slightly from your touch, watching you wrap your small hand around his base again. He realizes that you're genuinely innocent, having never seen or touched a man like this before.

Curiosity takes over, and you wrap both hands around him, experimenting with a slow, tentative stroke.

His eyes widen at the sensation, watching as your hands move over his thick, throbbing length. Every careful motion, every innocent squeeze sends waves of pleasure shooting through him. He swallows hard, caught between disbelief and desire. “F-fuck,” he groans, his voice strained and ragged, hips twitching involuntarily under your touch.

You glance up at him, wide-eyed. “Should I… continue?” you ask softly, still exploring him with a mix of curiosity and awe.

He locks eyes with you, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he stares down at your innocent yet surprisingly arousing hands stroking his cock. A bead of sweat forms on his forehead from the effort of holding back his pleasure. "If... if you keep doing that, I might... cum,"

“Will… that be bad?” you ask, loosening your grip slightly, eyes wide and innocent.

“No… it’ll feel good,” he breathes, biting his lip to hold back the overwhelming urge building inside him. The sight of you hesitating—stopping because you don’t fully understand—only makes him harder, more desperate. “If you keep gripping like that… if you keep pumping… I’ll… I’ll shoot my…”

You tilt your head up, looking at him with your big, innocent eyes, completely unaware of how potent his words are.

He swallows hard, voice thick with arousal. “I’ll shoot my cum out. It’s… like a release.” His gaze lingers on you, captivated by your curiosity and unknowing wonder. “Do… would you like to see it?”

You nod softly, heart racing, curiosity overcoming hesitation.

He gives you a slightly strained smirk, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. "Alright then, watch closely." Slowly, he guides your hands back into position, wrapping them firmly around his throbbing shaft. He begins to gently thrust into your grip, teaching you a rhythm.

You follow his rhythm, letting your hands move up and down along his length, matching the subtle thrusts of his hips. Every stroke sends shivers through him, your curious hands somehow amplifying the pleasure beyond anything he expected.

He groans low and ragged, eyes half-lidded, watching you with a mix of awe and desire. The sight of you so innocently yet eagerly exploring him, so focused and unselfconscious, drives him closer to the edge.

"Just like that, yes," he murmurs, voice strained, hips bucking slightly against your hands. "Don’t stop, keep going."

His eyes roll back slightly as you catch on quickly, pumping your small hands up and down his length. He realizes that this innocent girl is giving him one of the best handjobs he's ever had, and without meaning to. He throws his head back, his hips snapping forward slightly. "Shit,"

His breath hitches sharply, each inhale trembling as the pleasure building inside him intensifies. You look up at him, eyes wide and unguarded, and the sight of your small, curious hands wrapped around him, your lips parted slightly in focus, pushes him even closer to the edge. "I’m going to cum," he warns, voice low and strained, trembling with the force of his rising orgasm.

"Wha… what should I do?" you ask, panic flickering in your eyes as your hands hesitate, unsure whether to stop or continue.

He swallows hard, his body tense with need, and realizes that you truly do not understand what is about to happen. His hips jerk slightly, his cock throbbing heavily in your hands. "No, it’s alright, just keep doing what you’re doing," he says, voice husky and rough. "It’ll feel really good for me, that’s all."

Your hands resume their rhythm, moving over him with careful, gentle pressure that somehow sends shockwaves of pleasure through him. The warmth of your touch, the delicate way you stroke and squeeze, makes every nerve in his body ignite. Beads of pre-cum glisten on his tip, and the scent of him, musky and intoxicating, fills your senses.

He throws his head back with a low, ragged groan, hips pressing subtly against your hands, every stroke from you driving him closer to the edge. The tension in his body is almost unbearable, each pulse of his cock vibrating against your fingers, and he can feel his climax building impossibly fast.

His hips buck slightly as you wrap your small hands back around his shaft and continue pumping. He watches your innocent face, realization dawning that you have no idea just how close your curious hands are bringing him to release. The sensations building in him are almost too much, and he throws his head back slightly.

You look at him, eyes wide and bright, clearly fascinated by watching him. Feeling your gaze fixed on him, Toji’s breathing grows even more ragged. His balls tighten, the muscles coiling in anticipation as his body prepares to release.

He glances down at you again, noticing the innocent enjoyment on your face as you continue to explore him. The combination of your naive curiosity and your touch overwhelms him completely. “Fuck…” he groans, voice thick with need and desperation, hips pressing harder against your hands.

You look back down as you feel his subtle twitches under your hands.

"Don't stop," he groans, his body tensing, muscles flexing as he nears the edge. You feel his cock swelling slightly in your hands, pulsing with each heartbeat. The warm, sticky pre-cum coats your fingers, and you instinctively pump a little faster, curious and focused.

"It's coming… almost…" he gasps, voice strained and ragged, hips pressing subtly against your hands as every stroke sends shivers of pleasure through him.

As you pick up the pace, the room fills with the sound of your movements and Toji's growing excitement. His breath hitches, and a guttural moan escapes his lips, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. You can feel his cock throbbing violently in your grasp, pulsing with each beat of his heart. "C-cumming!" he warns, his voice strained and desperate with intense pleasure.

The words barely leave his mouth when you feel it — the first explosive burst of his release. It shoots out with incredible force, splattering all over your face in thick, creamy ropes. Your innocent expression is now a mess of his desire, the white semen contrasting sharply against your skin. Toji's grip on your wrist tightens, holding your hands firmly in place as he continues to shoot stream after stream, each one painting a new path across your face.

You gasp, feeling the heat and the weight of his release. The first jet is the most powerful, but the subsequent ones are no less intense, coating your face slightly. You can taste the saltiness on your lips and the scent of him filling your nostrils.

As Toji's orgasm continues, he finds himself in a state of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. His body is a vessel of pleasure, and he can't stop the relentless firing of thick, creamy ropes of his seed. They land on your cheek, your neck, and even get tangled in your hair, marking you with his essence. 

He looks down at you, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and intense arousal, as he takes in the sight of your innocent face partially covered in his release. The vision of you, marked by his pleasure, only serves to intensify his orgasm, sending another powerful wave of semen shooting out of him.

He keeps pumping out his release, marking you with his scent and his seed. The sheer volume of it surprises him, coating your innocent face and neck thoroughly, leaving no inch untouched. His body shakes with the force of his orgasm, and he struggles to catch his breath, his mind reeling from the intensity of it all. Each pulse sends a new rope of semen onto your skin, and he can feel the pleasure building again, threatening to overwhelm him.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Toji's release begins to ebb. His body is still shaking, and he's breathing heavily as he looks down at his handiwork, a mix of awe and satisfaction on his face. He can't believe the amount of semen he's released, and the sight of you, covered in his essence, sends a final, powerful shudder through his body. His hips jerk involuntarily, squeezing out the last few drops of his climax.

You gasp out as you look down at your stained hands, trying to wipe some of the semen away on your face. The warmth of it, the stickiness, and the sheer amount of it leave you in a state of shocked disbelief. You can feel it on your skin, in your hair, and the scent of him is overwhelming. 

As you wipe some of the thick fluid off your face, more gets smeared around, sticking to your skin and hair. Toji watches you, mesmerized by the innocent way you're trying to clean yourself, making even more of a mess of his release on your face.

"Why is there so much?" you said, your voice laced with shock as you looked up at him. Your stained face and big, innocent eyes meet his gaze, searching for an answer.

Toji's chest heaves as he looks down at you, completely captivated by the sight of your innocent face now a canvas of his desire. The contrast of your wide, innocent eyes staring up at him, framed by the mess of his release, is surprisingly intoxicating. The sight of you covered in his cum surprisingly turns him on again, his body responding with a renewed throb in his cock.

"There's always a lot when I cum this hard," he explains, his voice low and husky, still recovering from the intensity of his orgasm.

"Do all men do this?" you asked, sitting back up, trying to process the amount of semen that now coats your skin and hair.

He nods slowly, his eyes fixed on your face, taking in the sticky mess he's made of you. He can't believe how adorable you look covered in his release, and the thought sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through his veins. The sight of you, marked by his pleasure, is too much to resist, and he feels his body responding, his dick throbbing with a renewed hunger.

"Yeah, most men do. Especially when they're really turned on," Toji confirms, his voice steady despite the turmoil of desire raging within him.

You then licked the corner of your mouth, where some of his cum was smeared, and muttered, "Ack, salty..."

Toji watches in amazement as your small tongue darts out to taste his cum. The sight sends an involuntary shudder through his body, and his already stirring cock twitches with renewed interest. He swallows hard, his voice husky and thick with desire, "That's because it's semen." His eyes are locked on your lips, mesmerized by the way you're exploring the taste of him, and the sight alone is enough to ignite a fresh wave of arousal within him.

"I'm gonna go clean up," you said, moving to the edge of the bed to head to the bathroom.

Toji watches you rise, his eyes glued to the cum stains on your face and hands. A sudden surge of possessiveness washes over him, and he doesn't want you to wash his mark off so quickly. "Wait," he commands, reaching out to gently grab your wrist, halting your movement.

You turned back to look at him, curiosity and confusion etched on your face.

He looks at you with a strange, intense expression, his fingers wrapping around your small wrist. With a gentle pull, he brings you back towards him. His other hand reaches up to your cheek, wiping some of his dried release, only to smear it further instead of removing it. "What are you doing?" you replied, your voice a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Toji shakes his head, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly. He brings his other hand to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair and guiding you closer to him. His breath fans over your face as he speaks lowly, his voice deep and commanding, "I want you to leave it on for a bit."

"What? Why-"

He cuts you off by pressing his thumb against your lips, silencing you. His thumb smears more of his cum across your mouth as he speaks, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Because I like seeing my mark on you. It turns me on."

AN: Okay take a deep breath in.... and outttt. PHEEEWWW well that was intense even for me. I fear it only gets spicier from here onwards. Also if you've read my other fic, dw I actually have plot for this story LOL. You guys don't have to worry about me abandoning this fic for another for now, this fic is gonna continue for much longer and you can count on me for that 💪💪 Part 8 is still in the works but dw this isn't gonna take like a month or two this time 😜😜

Catch up on part 6 here

So I’ve been seeing online that people don’t consider stories or fanfics “slow burn” when they kiss early on in the story. I totally get it, everyone has their own idea of what counts as slow burn, but to me it’s not just about when they get physical and more about when they actually fall in love.

Intimacy and love aren’t always the same thing although yes they can go hand in hand, but for stonehearted’s toji (at least for now 👀) doesn’t really do romantic love. He’s way more comfortable with physical closeness than emotional vulnerability, that’s why recent parts have been quite passionate.

But anyways I’d love to hear some feedback. Would you rather see more intimate moments between reader and toji as the story goes on, or should I save those scenes for later when more feelings start to arise?

Toji x Reader

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here Part 4 here Part 5 here

AN: I think this is one of the few parts I enjoyed making in this story so far. As someone who has never kissed or even been in a relationship, I learnt a lot from this. Honestly most intimate scenes are inspired from other fics I've read over the years so hopefully I did good. Let's be real who hasn't had a wattpad phase before😋😋 (wc: 2.5k)

Part 6

“Teach me more…” you huff, looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes, lips parted just slightly.

He froze for a moment, caught off guard by how easily the words slipped from your lips. His breath hitched, just slightly, and suddenly the air between you shifted. You probably didn’t fully understand what you were asking, not really, but the way you looked at him, trusting and open, stirred something deep in his chest.

He knew he should be careful. He should slow down, maybe even pull back. But instead, he leaned in without thinking, like your presence pulled him in without asking. He reached up and gently touched your cheek, his fingertips brushing your skin with surprising tenderness.

“You really want me to?” he asked quietly, voice low and rough. “You want me to show you more?”

You nodded, slow and deliberate. You didn’t say anything else, but you didn’t look away either.

He studied your face carefully. Not just your eyes, but the way you held yourself. The way your breath caught, the way your hands stayed still, not pulling away. He was looking for hesitation, for fear, for anything that told him to stop. But all he found was curiosity.

He chuckles softly, he’s definitely amused but undeniably aroused by your request. “Gladly,” he murmurs, hands rising to gently tilt your head, angling you just right. His lips brush over yours again, deeper this time, slower, guiding you with practiced ease. You feel the subtle shift in his kiss—more purposeful, more intimate. Then his tongue traces a featherlight line across your bottom lip, a silent invitation.

“Open up a little,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. You part your lips, tentative but trusting, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, tasting you slowly. It’s not rushed or demanding, just a gentle exploration, sensual and steady, as if he’s savoring every second. He pulls back slightly, letting you breathe, then dips in again, this time coaxing your tongue to move with his.

“Like this,” he murmurs between kisses. “See how our tongues meet?” He kisses you again, his thumbs caress your cheeks, guiding you while your lips learn the rhythm of his.

“And… here’s another trick,” he breathes against your mouth. Before you can respond, he pulls back just a breath, then surprises you with a playful nip to your neck. It’s light, more tease than bite, but the sensation sends a jolt through you. You gasp softly, eyes flying open in shock as you look at him.

“What’s that for?” you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He smirks, clearly enjoying your reaction. His voice dipping lower. “It’s a little trick—something to stir things up. A tiny sting of pain, just enough to sharpen the pleasure.” He leans closer, mouth brushing your ear as he murmurs, “Did you like it?”

You swallow, suddenly aware of the way your heart’s racing. He slowly runs his fingers through your hair, gently tugging your head back to expose your neck. Nuzzling his face against your throat, inhaling your scent deeply, he places soft kisses along your pulse point.

You hummed softly, tilting your head to the side and baring more of your neck to him like a silent invitation. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips, heart pounding at how effortlessly you responded to his touch. The quiet trust in the gesture didn’t go unnoticed, he leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss to your skin. His breath warm as he murmured against your neck, “This is called necking… slow, teasing kisses..” he inhaled your scent in between, “Maybe a little bite too. Done right, it can drive someone absolutely wild.”

His lips trail lightly along the curve of your neck, planting feather-soft kisses that make your skin prickle. “Especially here…” he whispers, brushing his mouth just beneath your jaw. A soft moan escapes your lips, barely audible but he hears it.

The sound makes his breath catch, and his body responds instantly to your quiet vulnerability. His mouth continues its slow exploration, trailing kisses down the side of your throat, each one firmer, more deliberate. The gentle pressure of his lips and the flick of his tongue leave a warm, tingling path in their wake.

“Does that feel good?” he asks between kisses, voice low and rough, barely holding back the hunger lacing each word.

“Mhm…” you hum, your breath hitching when his lips find the place where your neck meets your shoulder. Your body melts into his, soft and pliant under his touch.

His voice grows husky, almost a growl against your skin. “What if I suck harder?” Before you can answer, his mouth closes over the sensitive spot, sucking gently at first—then deeper, firmer, enough to leave a mark. Your sharp gasp and moan echo in his ears like a reward. He grins against your neck, thoroughly pleased. He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his gaze dark with heat and mischief,  “Looks like I found your weak spot.”

You panted softly, lips parted, eyes locked on him. Without thinking, you reached for him again, your fingers curling into his shirt as you pulled him back in, crashing your mouth to his in a rush of heat and want. You kissed him with everything he’d just taught you—tentative at first, then bolder, more deliberate.

He groaned into your mouth, the sound low and raw. Your sudden boldness caught him off guard but in the best way. His hands slid down to your hips, gripping them firmly as he kissed you back with a hunger that left you dizzy. Your lips moved with his, your tongue brushing his just the way he’d shown you, and he could feel the effort, the eagerness in every touch.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, pulling back just enough to breathe before diving in again. “You’re learning too fast…”His hands roamed up your sides, fingers splaying wide as if trying to memorize the shape of you. He kissed you deeper, more possessively, swallowing every soft moan you let slip. You followed his lead, mirroring the slow sweep of his tongue, and when you finally got it just right—pressing against his with perfect pressure and rhythm—he groaned aloud, head tipping slightly back from the intensity.

His eyes fluttered shut, jaw tightening as the pleasure spiked. One hand slid into your hair, gripping it just enough to tilt your head as he claimed your mouth again, this time with something fiercer, more desperate. “Just like that…” he rasped, voice hoarse. “God, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” He groans loudly, gripping your hair to deepen the kiss even further. He's never been so turned on in his life.

“Fuck…” he breathes, pulling back, chest rising and falling in heavy waves. His lips are swollen, his eyes dark with a mix of desire and something softer—something that looks a lot like adoration.

“I think that’s enough lessons for today,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse and strained, barely holding it together. “Before I really can’t control myself anymore.”

You’re panting too, heart pounding in your chest, but you’re nowhere near done. “More…” you whisper, the hunger in your voice undeniable.

Before he can respond, you fist your hands in his collar and pull him back in, crashing your lips to his with a desperation that steals his breath. He laughs softly into your mouth—a dark, throaty sound that vibrates against your lips—as his control begins to unravel. You're addictive. One kiss from you isn’t enough. Hell, it might never be enough.

Your sudden aggressiveness hits him like a lightning strike, sharp and direct. It sends a jolt through him that he feels all the way down, igniting every nerve with a raw pulsing heat. He’s hard now, achingly so, and every inch of him is tuned into you. The way your hands pull at him, the way your lips move like you already know exactly how to undo him. He has to push you back just slightly, needing a breath, some space, anything to stop himself from completely losing it. 

But when his eyes drop to your lips, still parted and swollen from the kiss, and then lift to meet yours again, all wide and burning with want, he’s done for. His pupils are blown, breathing ragged. “Where the hell did you learn to kiss like this?” he pants, voice low and rough, barely holding together, “Do you always get this aggressive when you kiss?” he asks, voice low, teasing, but there’s something else there too. 

You’re flushed, dazed, breathless. “I don’t know… this is the first time I’ve done something like this.”

He freezes for half a second, then exhales a shaky laugh, pressing his forehead to yours. “Fuck… then I’m really in trouble.” His eyes darken with possessiveness at your innocent confession. Your thumbs brushing over the slight stubble along his jaw as you lean in. Your breath mingles with his for a heartbeat, heavy and warm, before you tilt your head and lower your mouth to his skin. Just like he taught you.

Your lips find his jawline first, laying down soft, deliberate kisses as you trace the sharp angles of his jaw. His skin is warm beneath your mouth, and he smells like charred cedarwood and iron, mixed with the clean, salty musk of sweat warmed by heat and linen. 

You shift slightly, lips drifting lower, and press a gentle kiss to the side of his neck. You can feel the way his pulse jumps under your mouth. That little reaction spurs you on. You suck lightly at the spot just enough to tease, to see how far you can push before he snaps. You taste heat, skin, something that feels intimate in a way you hadn’t expected, and it makes your own pulse pick up in response.

He jerks beneath you, a shudder coursing through his entire body like lightning arcing down his spine. You feel it in the way his hands tighten around your waist, clutching at you like a lifeline, his fingers pressing into your hips hard enough to leave a memory behind. He’s trembling—barely—but it’s there.

He tilts his head without thinking, baring more of his neck for you, and you follow the invitation greedily, trailing more kisses across the sensitive skin. A choked, guttural sound escapes him.

“Goddammit…” he rasps, the word half groaned, half prayer.

The heat radiating off him is palpable, and for a moment, it feels like the whole world has narrowed down to this—his breath against your temple, your mouth on his skin, and the sound of his self-control unraveling thread by thread.

Finally, you pull back, just enough to meet his eyes, and the look on his face nearly steals your breath—desire raw and unguarded, pupils blown wide, chest heaving.

You smile, a little shy, a little proud, and ask softly, “So… how did I do?”

He stares at you, his lips parted as it takes him a moment to find his voice, and when he does, it's low and reverent, "Are you kidding? You just... Jesus. If I didn't know better, l'd think you were secretly trained to ruin men."

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you say with a playful smile, swiping your thumb across your lips in one smooth motion. He watches you, utterly mesmerized as you casually wipe your mouth, like you didn’t just made him senseless and shake him to his core. There’s a spark in your eyes, a quiet confidence blooming in your expression that makes something primal in him stir.

And that smile? It undoes him. He exhales slowly, like trying to calm a fire already out of control. You're innocent, sure—but the way you look at him, the way you touch him? It's driving him to the edge. He’s trying to keep his composure, feeling like losing the battle against his own desires. This innocent girl is driving him wild without even knowing it. "That’s…" he manages to say, voice strained, "that's enough for now."

You looked at him, your gaze shaded with something between disappointment and desire. It wasn’t loud or dramatic, but it was there—in the softness of your eyes, the slight pout of your lips, the way you held your breath a little longer. 

He noticed. And it did something to him. For a moment, he just stared. Quiet. Still. Then he smiled, small and crooked, like he was trying to play it cool, as if your expression didn’t make something in his chest twist sharply. “Hey… don’t look like that,” he said, voice low and smooth. “I’m about two seconds from forgetting I’m supposed to be the one teaching you things.”

You furrowed your brows, turning your head away slightly, the frustration barely concealed. He chuckled under his breath at your reaction— it was amusing. Something about your reaction tugged at him. His hand lifted, fingers brushing under your chin, tilting your face gently back to his. The touch was easy, light. But his eyes lingered.

“You’re killing me with that face,” he said, soft and almost teasing. Almost. He leaned in just a little, his thumb brushing the edge of your jaw, gaze flicking from your eyes to your lips and back again. “Are you really this clueless about what you do to me?” he murmured, voice warm with feigned curiosity. 

“Because those little pouts… and the way you look at me like that…” His voice softened, almost reverent, the sentence tapering off like he was afraid of where it might lead if he finished it. He let the thought hang in the thick silence between you, then exhaled a soft, shaky laugh. His eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze dropped to your lips again, lingering there, tracing them with something like restraint wrapped in longing. Like he was committing every detail to memory—every curve, every breath.

“Fuck,” he whispered, so quietly it was barely audible. His chest ached at the sight of you, at the unguarded curiosity in your eyes, the way you waited for him so openly. You were a virgin in every sense of the word. No boy had ever kissed you. No one had ever tasted  you. 

Suddenly, he felt that flicker of guilt of wanting something too badly. Like a wolf watching a prey trusting walk into its jaws and still, he couldn’t look away. “God help me,” he murmured, almost to himself, a prayer laced with need. Then, more deliberately this time, his hands slid to your waist. His grip tightened—not rough, but firm, anchoring. Grounding.

“Come here,” he said, voice low and steady. A command softened by the way his thumbs stroked your sides. He paused, studying you again, searching your expression for any hesitation, any flicker of doubt. When he spoke again, his voice was husky, threaded with something darker.

“If you’ve never kissed a boy before…” he said slowly, his thumb brushing your lower lip, “…then I’m guessing you’ve never done anything more, either.” He swallowed, throat tighten as the image of your mouth ghosting through his mind before he pushed it away. Barely.

AN: As always tysm if you've read until here. This part took me FOREVER to do. Part 7 will definitely be spicer with much more action BUTTT will also be coming out later than usual. I hope you guys enjoyed this one and remember to like and follow!!

Toji x Reader

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here Part 4 here

AN: Hi guys.... I know I said I would make it up to you guys this time but I had to cut this part in half. I planned on writing it longer but I fear school isn't treating me any better. Anyways enjoy this part for now as they get more familiar with each other, especially their lips😉😉 (wc 1.7k)

Part 5

He moved closer to you, leaning forward, making the entire room seem to shrink. The weight of his sudden presence pressed in on you. The warmth that once lingered in his eyes had cooled into something calculated, testing. He was pushing you, pushing at your boundaries, probing for a reaction, for a crack in the surface. “What if I just…” he began, his voice dipping lower, smooth and dangerous. “What if I took what’s rightfully mine… as your husband?”

The words hit you with a force that left no room for pretense. The challenge in his tone, the intent behind it, crackled in the silence that followed. “Would you try to stop me?” he tilted his head, gaze fixed on yours, smirking slightly.

A shiver traced your spine. It wasn’t quite fear, but something else. Was it disgust you felt… or desire? You couldn't tell anymore. You swallowed hard, the question hanging in the air like a dare. “Could I even stop you?” you murmured.

He pauses, realizing the absurdity of his challenge. A chuckle escapes his lips as he leans back, his arms supporting him. "Yeah, probably not. Besides, I wouldn't want my virgin bride to hate me even more after deflowering her roughly." He watches your reaction closely. He's trying to read you. Your body language, your expressions, your willingness. He realizes something and laughs softly again, "Answer this then. Have you ever kissed before?"

You shook your head and his smile widens, realizing that you're truly innocent. He's never slept with a virgin before so the idea intrigues him. He leans back against the wall, his voice turning softer. "So not only are you a virgin, you're also innocent? Never kissed, never touched?" 

“That would make me unclean,” you said quietly, each word carrying the weight of a belief you didn’t choose but had lived with for as long as you could remember. “I was raised to be a wife… not a woman.”

His expression shifted, softening around the edges. The sharpness in his gaze gave way to something quieter—curiosity, perhaps even a flicker of guilt. He hadn’t realized just how deeply it ran in you: the innocence, the rigid ideals wrapped around your sense of self. You weren’t pretending. You truly believed it. Raised to be obedient, untouched, perfectly preserved for one man, one moment, one role.

He sat back slightly, studying you with a newfound fascination. “So,” he said slowly, his voice gentler now, “If a man were to kiss you… you’d consider yourself dirty?”

You met his eyes without flinching. “If he’s not my husband,” you said, calm but unwavering, “then yes.”

The air between you thickened. Something about your honesty was so raw, so absolute till the point it unsettled him. He wasn't sure if he pitied you or envied the clarity of your convictions. But the only thing he knew was that he couldn’t look at you the same way anymore. He nods slowly, understanding your perspective. To you, a kiss is a sacred act meant only for your husband. He finds himself strangely curious about how you'd react to a real kiss, not a peck on the cheek like you'd get from family members. "What if your husband kisses you?"

“I don’t have the option to say no… do I?” you said, your voice low, steady, almost too calm. As you turned to face him, your eyes locked onto his, “So tell me… what exactly are you planning to do about it?”

He paused. Something in your directness shifted the balance between you. There was no hesitation in your expression, only a quiet challenge wrapped in innocence. He hadn't expected that from you, not with that soft voice, not with those eyes.

His body leaned forward instinctively, drawn by the tension crackling between you. The smirk on his lips faltered into something far more serious. His voice dropped a level, rough with something unspoken. “You’re challenging my self-control right now. What if I said I wanted to kiss my wife right now?” he murmured, leaning in closer, eyes narrowed on yours. “Would you let me?”

You didn’t flinch. Instead, your brow arched slightly, calm as ever, “Can I refuse?” The question landed like a strike, subtle but sharp. His breath caught for a second before he let out a quiet, humorless laugh. That look in your eyes—the stubborn pride, the untouched resolve—it unnerved him. And he liked it far more than he should.

“No,” his voice like velvet drawn over a blade. “You can’t refuse. As your husband, I have the right to kiss my wife whenever I want.”

Your lips parted slightly, and your answer came after a pause, dry but deliberate. “Then kiss me.” You challenged him, your eyes never looked away, never blinked, and in them, he saw it again—that flicker. Fear, maybe. Or resistance. Or something dangerously close to both. And for the first time, he wasn’t entirely sure who was in control anymore.

He chuckles, amused at your boldness. He inches closer, invading your personal space. His breath is warm against your face as he whispers teasingly, "Then prepare yourself, wife. Because… husbands kiss their wives." Suddenly, without warning, he closes the distance and presses his lips softly against yours.

"Mmh!" Your eyes widen from the sudden contact. He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked onto yours, gauging your reaction. He sees the surprise and innocence in your expression and it makes him want to be gentle. He doesn't move away completely, keeping his lips just a breath away from yours. 

“Was that your first kiss?” he asks, voice low, almost teasing. His gaze dips to your lips, lingering there as if already imagining the next one.

You nod, lips parting slightly as you draw in a shaky breath. Nervously, you bite your bottom lip—an unconscious move, but one that catches his full attention. Something in his eyes darkens, soft heat blooming behind them. He finds the gesture maddeningly sweet and incredibly tempting.

Without a word, he leans in again, closing the distance with a slow, deliberate ease. This time, his mouth presses to yours with more intent. He captures your bottom lip between his, sucking gently, teasing you with the barest hint of pressure. His hand comes up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing your skin as he holds you still, anchored in this moment.

You don’t know what to do, not really. So you keep your eyes open, wide and curious, watching him through the haze of sensation. You study the way his brows furrow slightly, the way his lashes flutter when he deepens the kiss, the way he’s completely focused on you as if nothing else exists.

He draws back slightly, releasing your lip with a soft, wet sound. A small smirk plays on his face when he sees your stunned expression. “You’re looking at me like you’ve never seen a kiss before,” he murmurs, voice laced with amusement and something more—something hungry.

You blink, still trying to catch your breath. “I haven’t,” you confess, a soft laugh escaping before you can stop it. “That sounds ridiculous out loud.” You laughed to yourself. 

He bursts into laughter, finding your honesty utterly endearing. "Your first kiss had you staring at me like l'm a science experiment. Watch and learn.” He moves back in, this time pressing a soft, proper kiss on your lips, demonstrating clearly how it's done.

You close your eyes and try to mimic him, letting your lips move slowly and hesitantly against his. He feels the change immediately—the tentative way you respond, the softness of your lips beginning to explore his in return. It sends a small thrill through him, the realization that you’re trying and learning, just for him. 

He got excited and got a little rougher. Then the kiss deepens. His hand finds the side of your neck, his thumb grazing your jaw, and suddenly, he’s kissing you rougher. You feel the shift in him, the way he presses in closer, lips moving with purpose, like some kind of expert.

Your thoughts scatter as you try to follow his lead, but you're breathless and dizzy, too caught up in the rush of it. Your hands hover awkwardly at his sides, unsure if you should touch him, hold him, pull him in more, or pull away.

Before you can decide, he does it for you. He breaks the kiss, pulling back slowly, eyes searching yours. You’re left in a daze, lips tingling, chest rising and falling too fast, your mind and breath still trying to catch up to everything that just happened.

A slow smile spreads across his face, pleased and slightly amused. His thumb grazes over your bottom lip, tracing the spot where his had just been. He murmurs, his voice roughened slightly by desire, “Still looks like a confused puppy trying to figure out what humans do with their mouths.”

Your cheeks start to burn, and before you can reply, he leans in again, cutting off your words with another kiss. There’s no rush in this one. It’s deep and unrelenting, like he’s savoring the way you melt under him. This time, you kiss him back without thinking, holding his face to pull him back in to kiss him more. He's surprised but pleased by your sudden boldness, deepening the kiss this time. His hand held the back of your head as he kissed you deeper, his earlier gentleness giving way to a growing desire. 

He pulls back to catch his breath, his eyes locking onto yours with a flicker of surprise there, like he didn’t expect you to catch on so quickly and so naturally. A slow, satisfied smile curls at the edge of his lips. “You picked that up fast,” he says softly, his voice low and husky, like he’s still feeling the taste of your mouth on his. “You’re always full of surprises,” he murmurs.

You can feel a heat pooling low in your stomach, the way his gaze makes you want to close the distance all over again, to prove that you’re not just quick to learn—you want more. “Teach me more…” you huff, looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes, lips parted just slightly, like the words had surprised even you with how easily they came out.

AN: Sorry this took so long but tysm if you've read until here. Part 6 has a draft ready and on the go but I'm not too confident about posting it hence I've cut this part until there. Also, I saw on tiktok recently about the "fanfic curse" and I really hope that doesn't happen to me dear lord. 😰😰 Anyways like and follow for part 6!!