synopsis. when finding Toij at deaths door the man begs for you to help distract him from the pain.
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Walking home the last thing you had expected to see was your boarding neighbor limping down the alleyway to the apartment complex where you just so happened to be his next-door neighbor, just about to enter through the main gate the jingle of your lanyard dangling heavy with all of your keys coming to halt at the brutal sight of him.
"Holy shit," you muttered loud enough for him to tilt his head up, his attention suddenly taking notice of your worried expression.
If it were any other day you would have just turned your head and pretended not to notice Toji hurling the beaten-up men from his apartment or even the ones that he would sprawl against the wall by the hard muscle of his dark inked forearm.
His face twitched with an expression of annoyance brow shifting as his dead stare glared up as if you were the one that gave him the forming bruises scattered across his body.
It was the first time you had ever seen this man so seemingly defeated, "uh, you're not gonna like, die right? because I don't think I can handle seeing someone die right now."
He opened his mouth to reply, the flinch of pain boring into his features, his body almost stumbling over before he could catch himself with his arm reaching out against the brick wall as the other reaching up to rub against his face, soothing the ache in his jaw.
In his stumbling state, you by instinct took a step closer toward him, he was surprisingly quick to recover back to his feet with a painful grunt his shoulder hunched over as he continued past you.
"Don't worry about it." you hesitated before following his steps, only the sound of cars driving by covered by the heavy footing of his dragged steps, "wouldn't want someone as precious as you caught in my line of work."
You didn't know whether his words were supposed to be a compliment or just another sugar-coated insult that Toji was just so good at delivering in that deep gruff voice of his.
"Look, you could just bleed out and get an infection later if that's something you're into but I have an actual first aid at my place." watching as his shoulders rolled back at your suggestion of help.
There was no vocal agreement, only him leaning against the opposite wall waiting as you unlock your front door.
Listening to the hum of acknowledgment to the completely different flow of environment compared to his from behind.
The click from your door shutting from the back of Toji's heel as he followed you through the obstacles or decor to slump down against your couch so comfortably as if he had been inside your home before. "You better take your shoes off if you're gonna be on my rug." you pointed, sliding off your own boots and tucking them neatly onto the shoe rack.
"Yes ma'am," Toji grunted lazily, kicking his sneakers off and spreading further against the cushions.
His head resting back and arms spread on top of the pillows you watched before suddenly being washed with a huge wave of common sense.
A nice reminder of the way his chest heavily raised and slowly lowered to the main reason why you had the man holding on to a thread in your apartment.
Searching for the familiar bright red cross container full of all your first aid contaminants as well as a rag and dry towel. "Mkay you're gonna have to be a little patient with me, the most I've ever done before is put a bandage on a scrape."
"Well, now you're making me a little nervous." Toji's eyes followed you as you settled nervously beside him, almost with a glint of reconsideration before you had made him rearrange himself to sit on top of the towel wanting to clean up as less mess as you possibly could.
Sitting up to shred his black shirt, exposing the dragon tattoo that had traced scattered across his entire torso peeking alongside his back as well.
The mere sight had your brain skipping to process a clear line of thought for a moment, your lashes fluttering as you snatched back into reality, eyes tracing over the very painful looking bruise forming against the front of his ribs.
Already they had started discoloring to a nasty color, deciding it would be best to work top to bottom. You had focused firstly on the small gashes and cuts that he had managed to get on his face.
Wiping away the streaks and dried up trails of blood before covering the bad ones with the hello kitty bandages in fine silence. "Am I allowed to guess what happened?"
Watching as his gazes flickered to meet yours, you tried not to flinch under his dark gaze.
There was just something about the completely dark brown shade of his eyes that made him so alluring.
Even without trying he had managed to completely entangle you in the thick dangerous thread of seduction that had you pressing your lips together and struggling to hold eye contact as if his attractiveness was so bold that just his mere presence in such close proximity was scowling.
"Oh come on, I'm not gonna snitch to the cops or anything Toji." you chuckled hoping to lighten the thick mood, his silence was really starting to unsettle you.
"Plus you know where I sleep now and where I keep my most prized possessions." Smoothing a bandage right over the cut on his temple, assessing your work you didn't bother to hide your genuine smile, something about the grown man being covered in bright pink cutesy bandages fell right into your humor.
"Doesn't it scare you that I might kill people?" So much for trying to lift the mood, before you could answer Toji leaned forward your reply being stuck in your throat as you had suddenly become aware of how stupidly generous you were being to a known criminal.
"Aren't you scared that I might do something to you?" His stare was hard to read, the air around you suddenly being so hot that you started to struggle how to breathe as a normal human should for survival.
"What if I don't care?" you finally whispered crumpling completely under his gaze, he was closer now practically inches away from your face as his arm held himself up from completely pressing against you the small space split in between begging to be closed.
"Aren't you so fucking cute." he had finally closed the distance, your fingers combing into his dark jet-black hair as you molded perfectly against his lips as his pace was needy, escalating with more want as he chased after your mouth each time you would pull away just to breathe.
Your hand settled on the lower part of his chest, inches away from his injury, a deep grunt vibrating from his throat as you tried nudging him away.
Not getting very far away as his lips only attached to the exposure of your neck leaving trailing kisses against the curve of your neck.
"Wait, you're gonna end up hurting yourself even more." You tried protesting, trying to bite back every whimper and moan from the dance of his warm tongue against your sensitive skin.
Your concern apparently didn't mean much to him, "if I say your kisses are the only things that can heal me doctor?" if he were in complete pain he sure did a good job in covering it.
That or he had a taboo thing for pain as you let him grab your hips crawling into his lap trying not to winch for him every time you accidentally brushed against any of his injuries.
His fingers pressed against your hips guiding them front and back in small but lewd gestures of grinding that proved that he was in fact very hard under his pants.
He groaned between kisses, taking a break to press his forehead against his. "God, I think you might ruin me tonight princess." his voice was husked.
Even his fingers trembled with strain as they adventure up your shirt kneading at your breast through your bra as you brought him closer and closer to ease.
The sounds that you drew from his lips should have been considered illegal from how fast you had him so disoriented under you.
You almost completely believe that the man you saw almost beating someone to death for smudging his white sneakers by stepping on them was begging out your name as if it were a prayer.
His moans were almost intoxicating, like liquid gold as he came closer and to the edge.
His eyes squeezed shut as your pace became mercilessly chasing after your own, grinding against the hard outline of his twitching erection.
Being pressing you closely against his bare chest felt so lewd, feeling every muscle flinch, the stutter in his breath all as his face tucked into your chest.
His arms wrapped around your torso tightly as his hips snapped roughly upward as if they had a mind of their own the small noises that were heard from your chest.
Almost pitiful as his orgasm washed over leaving you in a still silence as Toji slumped back against the couch with his face flushed and struggling to catch his breath as his chest heaved.
"I think," Toji exhaled, his eyes opened lazily as he grimaced. "I think I might of broken my ribs."