#maybe i thought of toji because he’s built like a (dangerous) teddy bear

[princessoflalaland]

“i’m here, i always will be”

content: smut, angst(?) to comfort

toji wasnt unfamiliar with your stress relief habits. He’s known you for years, he knows what gets under your skin and how well you can handle certain situations.

when you first revealed to him that you wanted his help in relieving your stress, he was confused. How could he help? You quickly gave him his answer one night, tugging his pants and boxers down and easing him into your salivating mouth.

he really couldn’t believe how eager you were, pulling moan after pathetic yet sexy moan from as yo swallowed him whole. Once he’d came on your face, he picked you and threw on the couch. Collecting the slick that had pooled in your panties while you sucked him off, he lined his mushroom tip with your entrance.

“stop fuckin around, Fushiguro.” you huffed impatiently, earning a carnal groan from him. You reached behind you, spreading one of your cheeks to give him a better look at your pussy as it clenched around air.

with pleading eyes that contradicted your demanding tone, you said, “fuck me already!” Toji hated taking orders, especially from impatient, cock-hungry whores like his friend. You earned a sharp slap to your ass, a whimper of yours following his action.

“Keep rushin me and I leave without letting you cum.” That was his only warning. He spread you out deliciously as he sank his duck into your walls. You winced, not accustomed to his girth, but it wasn’t long before that pain bled into blinding pleasure.

“Shit.” He hissed, massaging the globes of your ass that were flush against his pelvis. “Tight as hell…”

he thrusted into you mercilessly, reveling in your keens of pleasure. his green eyes darkened as he watched your nails claw at the couch cushions.

“you were so bossy earlier,” he jeered, snatching you up by the nape so your moans weren’t muffled by the couch. “what happened? ‘s too much for you, ma?”

you didn’t respond, solely focused on how his tip continuously prodded at your g-spot and snatched any and all responses from your drooling mouth. there was another kind of bliss toji’s rough handling of you brought: silence. you couldn’t hear the thoughts that screamed endlessly in your skull, and even if you could, you couldn’t focus on them.

all there was was sweet silence and overwhelming pleasure.

“if y’won’t talk, i’ll make good use of that mouth then.” he says huskily, snaking his hand to your throat and harshly turning your head, sealing your lips in a deep kiss.

the moans and cries he swallowed made his cock throb, made him slow down just a bit to really feel your insides. “God,” he groaned, tongue dragging of yours. “taste so good, fuck.”

he shuddered, chuckling darkly as your walls spasmes around his girth, leaking your creamy orgasm onto him. “‘cummin’ from a kiss?” he breathed, pulling back to study your fucked out, sweaty face. “so cute.”

your eyes came into focus, and for a second toji saw desperation in them. only, this desperation wasn’t the sexual kind, but more fearful. he didn’t know what to make of your expression.

still trying to catch your breath, you uttered, “again.”

and that’s how it was for months. when the world around you became a bit too much, you’d call toji and he fuck the stress right out of you, however you want and however long you need. some days, two orgasms was enough to settle you down. as of late, though, you’ve been seeing him everyday for the past two weeks, fucking him late into the night to try and ease the strain life is putting on you.

toji had begun to worry. he was all for having sex with you as stress relief, in his eyes it was a win-win: he gets to fuck the woman he’s been quietly pining after while helping her destress. but now, watching you ride him to what would be your fourth orgasm and his third, he didn’t feel any pleasure. he never bothered asking what made you want this, want to fuck your worries away, he didn’t feel like it was place to question you.

but he couldn’t help but notice how your thighs shook with fatigue, sweat dripped off your nose and down your back, how your expression was more serious than orgastic, he knew something really wasn’t right.

“hey..” he said gruffly, his hold on your waist tightening. “hey, slow down.” his words fell on deaf ears.

you continued bouncing on him, panting with exhaustion. you still gripped his length like nothing he’s ever felt, but he would only feel good if you felt good. and it was apparent that you weren’t doing this to feel good anymore.

“baby.” he said a bit louder. his big hands tried to still your body. “baby, stop.”

“shut up.” you huffed. you weren’t looking at him, eyes zeroed in on a place on his chest. the vacant look in your eyes made his blood run cold.

“y/n, stop.” he slammed you down on his length, the impact and the way his tip stabbed your g-spot, startling you. you yelped, bringing your eyes to his finally.

“i can’t stop.” your voice wavered with what toji could only recognize as fear. what were you so afraid of? why did you want to keep going despite your obvious fatigue? “l-let’s keep going, i just need one more…”

toji flipped you onto the bed, his burly figure caging you against the mattress. he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and hollow enough for all the thoughts you hated to come flooding back in.

“tell me why.” toji demanded. your brows furrowed at his words. “why do you want to keep going?”

the room felt colder, maybe it was the sweat that collected on your skin now doing it’s job. you breathed fast and quick, feeling small underneath his searching gaze.

toji didn’t want to scare you, the was the last thing he wanted. he just wanted to know what you were so afraid of, why you kept fucking until there was almost nothing left in you.

“y/n.” he uttered softly. he brought his hand your cheek, wiping some of the sweat. “tell me what’s going on. please.”

this was what you dreaded the most. the moment he’d catch on and begin to worry, to ask. the moment where he’d force you to confront whatever plagues your mind. your heart thudded madly in your chest, mouth agape with words unspoken.

all you could muster was a jerky shake of your head. “it’s fine, i’m fine.” who were you fooling? not toji.

he sat back on his heels, perusing you. “that lie isn’t gonna work this time around.” he let his gaze wander down your body, a body he’d happily worship for the rest of his days.

“i know you only see me as an outlet for your stress, ‘n i’m okay wit that.” his eyes found yours, the earnestness in them silencing the thoughts that had regained their voice. “but, if you let me, i can be more to you. i wanna help you, baby.”

that was the last crack the dam could withstand. tears fell, one after another, down your cheeks. your bottom lip trembled fiercely. “it’s so much, toji. everything is just so much, and i just…i just want it to stop.”

he wrapped you in his big arms, ready to let everything that troubles you soak into in him through your tears. his embrace broke you down into sobs, to which he cooed encouragement and reassurance into your hair.

“you’ll be okay. it may not feel like it now, but you will be. give it time, baby.” his voice gets through to you despite how hard you were crying. they brought solace that even the sex didn’t bring. you began to think that maybe sex wasn’t what you needed. an ear to listen, someone to hold you and tell you you’ll get through this. . “im here, i always will be.”