Authors note: this one has some kind of story in it and was so long in my drafts that i finally can finish it now. Y/N is a badass killer/thief like Toji and rescued him from a very dangerous situation. She cares for his wounds but also realizes how she feels about him.
cw: Angst/smut, mention of blood and wounds, Y/N being a little bossy and possessive with our Toji, cowgirl, bj, riding, clitorial stimulation, nipple play, I love being bossy with Toji 🤭, a little slowburn 🔥
The man hissed in pain and held his side. Scratches and scrapes marked his face as she helped him to sit on the only bed in the room. He groaned, bit his own tongue and tried with all his might to avoid looking too weak in front of her. His hard and manly side was not going to crumble, of course. Even though this woman had already made him weak, he just didn't admit it yet.
»Let me take a closer look at your wounds.« she said calmly and pushed the fabric of his robe to the side, which he had hastily thrown over his broad, muscular shoulders. They were already covered in scars, but it was obvious that his years of training had given him a cage of protective armor. The ridges and hollows of his muscles, the veins already twitching just because her fingers slid gently over them without causing him too much pain. He hissed the air out of his nose and pressed his lips together violently so as not to make a sound. She heard his teeth grind still.
After her brief analysis of his injuries, she got up and went into the bathroom to fetch a bowl of clean water, a towel and a first aid kit. The man lowered his head and exhaled, only when she sat in front of him again did his body stiffen. It was simply unpleasant for him that she now saw him as so weak. However, she didn't say a word about it. Nor did she talk about what had actually happened. Instead, she pushed his clothes away, exposing his upper body completely down to his hips and V-line. A little more and his best piece would have jumped out at her.
But at first they didn't really feel like having fun. Not until she had almost gone mad with worry about him and he had believed that he would never see her again because of the eternal torture he had to endure. They had barely escaped the worst and were now sitting here. In this shabby hotel suite, with the single bed, the ugly curtains at the window and the old TV in the corner, which seemed to have survived the nineties.
She took the cloth, dipped it in the bowl of water and began to carefully dab the first open wounds on his shoulders. As soon as the moisture touched him, he winced and hissed through clenched teeth.
»Shit, Shit, Shit!« He uttered more curses, depending on how painful it was. But all the time his gaze was fixed on her. At the much smaller woman in front of him who had saved his life. If he hadn't been injured, he would have been all over her long ago. She leaned even further forward, stroked his neck with the cloth and let the water trickle down his skin. There were a few unsightly scratches and scrapes, red patches of skin that had been rubbed, either by a chain or a rope. The same marks could be seen on his wrists.
The longer she looked at him like that, the more uncomfortable he felt. Even though he now trusted this woman with his life. He felt shabby and worthless when she looked at his scars, which had long since drawn deeper into his skin than his fresh wounds. But instead of saying anything, he just looked at her and thought about how he could get back to his usual self from this position.
She tapped the cloth several times in the now reddish water, wiping it over his broad skin. The whole room was silent and only her soft breathing and the occasional moans from Toji could be heard.
»Show me your back.« she ordered coolly, trying to appear calm and collected.
She tilted her head and, as if she wasn't already upset enough, his current behavior only made it more difficult. His gaze went blank, he didn't even look at her anymore. He shuddered when a hand suddenly placed on his cheek and gently turned his head in her direction so that he had to look at her. But he didn't hold her gaze for long and pressed his face to hers, his lips hungrily on hers. She accepted his kiss just as hot-bloodedly, opened her mouth and immediately let his tongue touch hers. She moaned into the kiss, longing and unrestrained. And when he thought he could go on, that he could forget and undo everything with this little love game, she pulled away again.
»I need to clean your wounds first.« she insisted breathlessly. And he didn't like that at all. He was used to get women around so easily, to shut off his private feelings and not let anyone get close to him. It had never taken much effort to get a woman into bed and forget everything for a few hours. But here was a woman who had absolutely nothing in common with his previous conquests. Reason number one: she had saved his fucking life.
He would probably never forget the feeling of relief when she had freed him from this trap and yet he couldn't think of what he had done to deserve it.
»Why do you care about my wounds, huh?«
»Because someone has to.«
He only gave a disbelieving snort and allowed her to take a seat behind him on the bed and inspect his back. The silence that followed and her sudden hesitation showed that his scarred skin must have left her more than speechless. There was no question about how uncomfortable it made him and yet he silently tolerated it, trying to resist the urge to put his robe back on and get up.
In addition to the new injuries, his back had more scratches and cuts all over it, which were still visible due to years of healing. It shocked her more than she had expected. Of course, not a single word could even begin to explain how much it affected her to see him like this. There was no question of pity. And by God, he didn't need that.
Instead, she took the cloth and wiped slowly and carefully over the injuries. He no longer flinched. No, he endured the pain on his back in silence. But he felt a completely new experience when something soft and gentle was added. Instead of the pain, she placed her lips on each area that was injured or scarred. She appreciated his body without any sexual intent. Her kisses were like butterflies, like the harmless licking of a cat over wounds. Even if her intention was really harmless and caring, he couldn't suppress a throaty growl. He closed his eyes and sighed as she continued, gently stroking his back with the cloth. Together with her lips, it was a sweet temptation and a soothing band-aid that he desperately needed after the stress.
He grumbled in acknowledgement, so she continued and eventually cleaned his entire back. Her touch was the best thing he had ever felt in his life and he almost believed it was out of this world. Only when she stood up and sat in front of him again did he open his eyes, which he hadn't even realized he had closed. There was a slight playful sparkle in her eyes, although she tried to remain serious. Fuck, what would he give for this woman? It shocked him that he almost lost her forever. And only because a madman had tortured him to death.
When she had finished cleaning him up, she used the disinfectant spray to treat his larger wounds to prevent them from getting worse. As if he hadn't been whining constantly before, it continued now. He winced and growled with every stinging pain the product caused him. Although it was important and helpful, he rather would have liked to grab the bottle and throw it out of the window.
»Almost done.« she kept reassuring him, circling his broad stature to be able to treat him everywhere. Now all that was missing were a few plasters and bandages. She was no professional, but for an amateur she had done a great job on him. The silence in the air was heavy, however, and the invisible tension between them had still not been released. He felt somehow guilty and responsible for saying something to her. But what?
»What are you thinking of? You’re so silent.« He looked up and saw her bandaging his left arm. She was almost finished with her work and it seemed as if she herself had become more relaxed. More relieved.
»Really, Toji? You know, you can’t play with me.«
He grinned. »Yeah, that’s true.«
Both glanced at each other a few seconds and this spoke more than words could ever. She knotted his bandage and finally got up with a sigh to take the bowl and first aid kit away. He looked after her, lost in thought, and didn't move. Until she came back to him, he sat motionless, feeling as if he hadn't been tortured and injured until a moment ago.
»You should sleep a little.« she said and he couldn’t overhear a slightly little tone of concern in her voice. He smirked only and looked at her from his low and dark eyes. He leaned back in bed, supporting his back on his elbows. Although he still could feel pain from his wounds, he tried his best to ignore it.
»What are you? My nurse?«
She puffed the air through her nose in amusement and shook her head before walking towards him, sitting down on his lap and pushing him back onto the bed. His elbows gave in and he landed on his back on the pillow, looking up at her in surprise.
»Nurse? Is that what you want me to be?«
His eyes widened for a moment and before she could notice anything about him, he put both hands on her bottom and squeezed lightly.
»Mmm, I don’t know. Let’s see..« she began, pretending as if she had to think hard about that. »The one and only who saved you from nearly death? You idiot. Don’t you dare do this to me again. Understand?«
Now he saw the gleam in her eyes, the hint of unshed tears, which she was suppressing with all her might. Her face was very close to his as she looked at him in silence, pushing a few strands of his black hair out of his face. Impatiently, Toji pressed her against him so that her posture gave in and her body was pressed completely against his. She let out a startled gasp, unable to do anything.
»Fuck, I thought I won’t see you ever again.« the man moaned onto her lips as he dragged her closer for a long and sloppy kiss. Their tongues played immediately with each other, teasing and dominating the other for control. She started to move against his middle which was slightly covered by the simple gown and could feel him getting hard under her.
She was the one who briefly let go off him, leaned her forehead against his, with her breathing unable to calm down.
»I want you.« she whispered on his lips, kissing him again and still moving her hips against his. A dark growl left his throat. She sounded so urgent yet so needy but it was different than any other time. He never heard something like that from any other woman he had sex with. She truly was a special one and he definitely wanted her, too. Only her.
She rubbed her clothed middle over his hard erection, slowly and steady. Moaning his name and arching her back slightly.
»Then do it, kitten.« he said darkly, that slightly cocky grin moving on his lips. »Get what belongs you.«
His voice was so low and rough as if he was loosing it every second. He wanted to let her claim him, wanted her to make him forget what his tormentors did to him while he was captured hours ago. The woman looked down at him and slowly licked over her lips. She truly was someone. So reckless and brave, she did everything to get him out of this mess. She had any reason to be mad at him and to do whatever she wanted with him. So she continued to ride him dry although her panties already soaked in her wetness. Her pussy screamed for release, she shivered and still didn’t take off her clothes.
»We’re partners, you know? But as I saw what these assholes did to you in front of my eyes…I couldn’t hold myself back. No one is allowed to touch you like this than me. Call it jealousy if you want, claiming as well. I don't care.« she moaned desperately, grabbing the bedsheets left and right next to his head. His eyes lowered, becoming narrower. Pure lust was written in them.
The next thing he felt, were her fingers moving, running down his broad chest and then down to the belt of his gown to open it. His long cock sprang free, already hard jumping against his lower abdomen, precum on the tip.
»Always horny, huh? Even as a wounded.« she teased him playfully, grabbing his cock with both hands. His grin widened devilishly, seemingly happy and enjoying the situation far too much.
»Always because of you, kitten. Now give this wounded man a special treat. So I can get well soon.«
»You think after all that I am making it so easy for you?«
»Sure. Why should we stop right here?« he asked her instead and crossed his hands behind his head to support himself. Suddenly he seemed so careless that he forgot all his wounds and scratches. But Y/N didn’t really plan to give in so easily. Of course not. This woman was way too smart.
»We won’t stop, because I say so.«
»Oh, what’s that supposed to mean?« he asked cocky and already started to feel enjoying the show she was giving him. She undressed herself in front of him, let him see what awaited him. But as he wanted to grab her body again, she stopped him, pressed him back into the pillow.
»Not so fast. Lie down.« she looked down at him as he did what she said, positioning himself so she could climb on top of him again. He looked hungrily at her, couldn’t stop himself from grinning wolffish.
»Ah, Kitten. Tell me what you’re gonna do. I don’t like surprises.«
»Me either.« she said darkly referring to the events happened earlier and leaned down to kiss his chest. Her tongue moved slowly over his nipples, circling them. The only thing she wanted was him right now. The urge to let herself go, to fuck him till her whole pussy would burn, was so big than ever.
Toji moaned under her, grabbing the back of her head and let his fingers brush through her hair. His eyes were half closed but he still could see her. Her tongue swirled around his nipples, teasing them.
»Stop. Teasing.« he uttered through his teeth, urgently. He definitely turned into a state, that even with his fresh wounds he would lose any patience and flipp her over, to let her know how sincere he was.
»Not gonna tease you. Just making sure you get well soon, you know?« she said with a low voice and let her tongue slip over his broad chest, over the hills of his muscles and appreciating every inch of his skin. His body was on fire and all he had in his mind was her. With tired eyes, he looked down and watched her every movement. Y/N went closer and closer down, dangerously close to his cock. And with every second his heart was about to jump out of his chest. All wounds were totally forgotten with only her lips on his skin. She reached his bottom and gently grabbed his cock before she swirled her tongue around it. Always looking in his eyes, meeting his hungry gaze as she licked all over his long shaft.
»Fuck-« he cursed again, more desperate as he already was, but goddamn he was enjoying it way too much. »That’s it, baby, take it all. Just-«
He let out another growl and wanted to move his hips but she stopped him, by pushing them back to the bed.
»Don’t you dare to move.« she said and sounded determining. »You will cum, when I let you.«
Toji sighed and didn’t know if he ever could be patient. There was never a time where he actually was it so why should it be now? The truth was, he was crazy about her and even though how much, he let his head fall back and enjoyed the pure sensation of her lips on his cock. It was hard already, glistening red tip with precum on it. But her movements were just a torture. She let all her goddamn time, hummed in satisfaction as she wrapped her lips around his length and swallowed it deep in her throat. Slowly and steady to get used to it. A grunt left his lips, his chest raising and falling heavily with every breath, while little pearls of sweat were forming on his forehead. With all his power he had, he pressed down every urge to grab her head and push her deeper till she gagged around him.
After a while she released him with a pop, a long strang of salvia connecting her mouth with the tip. She gasped for air, but she still didn’t let him cum. Instead she raised herself, climbed on top of him and placed her bare cunt right above his erection. His big hands grabbed her waist in such a hurry that he still feared she could disappear right in front of his eyes.
She looked absolutely stunning and his heart filled up with pure joy about her cocky and brave behavior. Being alive just because of her, seemed almost like a dream. And he didn’t want to wake up from that. So he let her take him, let her take what belonged her. As she lowered herself on his cock, he could feel her warm cunt right at his tip before she let it slip in. Her warm walls, already so wet, welcomed his cock inside her.
She sat on top of him, as if she came back to her throne and he truly loved the sight of that. A cocky grin spread out on his lips, making his scar twitch, his gaze was low, pure lust written in them. It was more than attraction, he was truly hers and in her hands right now. He heard a few moans and whimpering as she slowly started to move on his cock, letting it slide in and out, so damn slowly. Teasing him still. Toji growled, his hands buried in the flesh of her thighs and leaving red marks on them, which did nothing to her. She stayed with her pace and wanted to make her words come true. She wanted to take, what was hers. All what he was able to do, was watching her pretty cunt slide up and down his whole length, smearing their combined arousal over their bodies. Her legs perfectly spread, she used just a little effort to bounce up and down on him.
»Fuck,« he heard her and oh how he loved it that she used her filthy mouth like that, the same how she sucked on his cock minutes ago. His cock rock hard, screaming for more penetration and his hips nearly were starting to move against her. It was hard to wait, but it would be worth it. Tojis whole body was sweating, like he was on fire. Everything tensed up and was ready to boil any minute. He searched her eyes, grabbed her face and made her look at him. She was nearly as desperate as he was, while trying to keep any composure. Her beautiful breasts jumping right in front of him with every move, so he grabbed one and pinched her nipple between his fingers.
»So good, baby…you’re doing…so fuckin‘ good!«
He praised her, pressing his hands under her bum to help her to push her up and down more faster and intensely. As his fingers explored more of her, he let them brush gently against her other hole, penetrating her there as well. About this little touch, her back immediately turned into a curve and he almost came just because of that sight. She moved her body forward, leaning closer to him so her face was right above his and her nose slightly touching his. Her hips slowed down for a bit, grinding more than bouncing up and down on his cock. She stimulated her clit so deliciously on him, before switching again and dragging this long awaited climax out of both. Her mouth pressed on his, as she kissed him hotly and moaned into his mouth.
Toji was like a lion growling to get finally released as he felt his cock twitching inside of her and shooting a warm and long spurt of cum into her womb. She wanted him just there, nowhere else, pressed her hips more tightly on his and rode him out like a possessed. Her beautiful scream echoed in the room, followed by the sound of slapping skin and a wooden headboard that hit the wall with every thrust. Their heavy breathing was in sync, she collapsed onto the man’s chest, her body glistening with sweat.
She felt the warmth between er legs and his cock still buried inside of her. The last thing she wanted was him to drag him out. When Toji looked down on her, he saw her eyes closed tight, not that she was sleeping no. He saw something glistening, tears running her cheeks down like little and precious pearls. He pulled her up again so she had to look at him.
»Don’t cry over me, kitten. Never.«
As they looked at each other, their shared orgasm was nothing compared to the intimate feelings they had now. Both were still breathing and trying to get down from their high, but for him it wasn’t over for now. Her gaze was hitting him more than words could ever do.
»You fuckin‘ idiot.« she cursed at him, don’t holding back anymore. Toji pulled her closer at his chest, tightened his arms around her body and listened to her silent crying, unable to watch her like that. And there’s was nothing else to say, but just to listen and protect her. The same she did to him.
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