Work Text:
Toshinori never meant to want you. Not with this growing need he couldn’t quench.
Despite his best efforts, the ache of desire overwhelmed his very soul and it was clear that just pretending these emotions didn’t exist was no longer enough to keep the need at bay.
You weren’t really sure where it all began and quite frankly, neither was he. With a naturally sunny disposition, it was simple to be kind to everyone and at some point he found himself lingering longer in shared spaces just to catch a glimpse of your beautiful smile. It wasn’t long before you had noticed and truthfully, the attention warmed your heart until a spark of something deeper began to grow. It was in these moments that he told himself you deserved better than an old, broken man.
While you held your crush with quiet grace, his had grown into a consuming fire that began to devour his heart completely. The obsession crept in during the lonely nights when he imagined how your hands would feel against the scars he still hid under layers of cloth and shame, or how soft the touch of your lips would be on his own.
It was never his intent to learn your schedule, he just simply knew it from being around you. When and how you liked your tea or what days you stayed late to grade papers. He found himself staring in your direction in the teacher’s lounge, watching the way your brow furrows when you concentrate as you pull your bottom lip from between your teeth. Small details would etch themselves into his mind, like how your cheeks flushed when you were upset, or the sweep of long lashes atop your cheek when you closed your eyes.
“It isn’t wrong,” he would tell himself. You were coworkers—friends, even, and it was only in his dreams that he ever touched you.
But one day, everything shifted from barely contained desire to something more desperate as he sat hunched over in the faculty lounge, lost in paperwork. He hadn’t heard you enter the room until you spoke.
“Toshinori?”
Lifting his face, a tired smile broke out as he peered at you.
“It would seem I’ve lost track of time.”
“Looks like you fell asleep,” you had teased with a soft voice, but there was real concern in your eyes as you stepped closer. “You need to go home and rest. You’ve been running yourself ragged lately and I’m worried about you.”
Your hand reached out to gently brush through his bangs and tuck one side behind his ear. He went utterly still as your hand lingered a moment on his shoulder.
“You work too hard,” you murmured. “You don’t have to carry everything alone anymore, you know.”
The way his breath stuttered and his body trembled subtly under your touch went unnoticed—but to him it was a fire beneath his skin. Watching as you walked away, every second of that moment lingered in his mind.
That night, Toshinori lies in bed, staring at the ceiling and his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He can still feel the ghost of your delicate hand on his shoulder. A touch that says “you matter,” and it’s then that something inside him breaks. A raw desire sears his very soul in a hunger that must surely be love.
Toshinori no longer just wanted you. He needed you and he would convince you of that.
*Knock, Knock*
You rise to answer the door with your kimono cinched at your waist and tangled hair resting around your shoulders, only to blink in surprise when you see him standing there a desperate wreck. Concern etches across your face as you step forward on the cold tile flooring.
“Toshinori? Is everything okay?” you ask in a sleep-husky voice, instinctively reaching for his arm with hesitant gentleness.
With one swift motion he catches your wrist with a reverent desperation. His piercing blue eyes drink you in and the faint scent of your shampoo fills his nostrils.
“Please… Forgive me,” he murmurs in a raspy voice, “I just can’t pretend anymore.”
Watching your eyes widen, he releases your wrist to cup your face in his trembling hands before you find your voice.
“When I close my eyes, you are there to haunt me, making me want things I thought I buried a long time ago.”
“Toshi—”
“I can’t take it anymore,” he continues quietly, his forehead leaning towards yours. “The way you laugh, the way you smile at me... You make me feel things that terrify me, but I can’t stay away.”
His thumb traces the edge of your jaw, pupils dilating as his gaze moves along the curve of your neck. Watching your chest move with sharp breaths, he feels you freeze in his grasp. Your thoughts race, knowing you should pull away and tell him he’s not himself. However, your body betrays you out of a deep longing inside that roots you in place as you take in the weight of his touch.
You feel his hand slide to your hip, pulling you flush against him to let your breaths mingle as his lips hover just above yours.
“I tried so hard to keep my distance, but I can’t deny this anymore. I want you… More than anything I’ve ever wanted.”
His mouth brushes over yours with worshipful restraint while stroking your cheeks with long fingers.
“I’ve been so good, so patient. But I just can’t anymore.”
Shaking your head that’s still being held between his hands, you whisper.
“You-You’re not thinking clearly.”
“But I am,” he insists with confidence. “More clearly than ever.”
Your eyes shine with the same hunger reflecting back at you, just underneath the surface of restraint and it undoes him completely.
Before you realize what’s happening and before he can stop it himself, the man who was once the Symbol of Peace kneels at the feet of the only thing that makes him feel alive again. Strong arms wrap around your waist as though you’ll float away, his face pressing into your stomach.
“I have given everything to protect this world. I’ve given my power, my body, my future. And I would do it every time without fail,” he rasps brokenly into your kimono, lifting his face to look at you with an awe and longing that cuts into the softest part of your heart. “But tonight, just once… I want something for myself.”
There is an ache inside you, quiet affection wrestling with the fear of his intensity as your hands shake above him with uncertainty, but his tender smile reminds you to breath to melt away the tension.
“Say yes… Just once. Say yes and I’ll never let you go.”
Overwhelming emotions swirl through you like a current. Despite this, you don’t scream or pull away and for Toshinori, that is enough. He stands, his body already pressing into you, and his mouth lays claim to yours in an unrestrained kiss. The taste of his tongue floods your senses as he parts your lips with a growl while pinning you to the wall.
Whispering his name seems to pull the final thread of his composure, unraveling everything he’s kept buried. With gentle care, you press your palms to his chest—not to stop him, but to remind him that you still could.
“I’ll be gentle. I’ll worship you, spend my life making you feel loved, safe and wanted,” he pleads. “Just don’t tell me ‘no.’ Not now.”
Despite your shuddering breath and racing thoughts, your body arches towards him in a silent surrender of its own accord that prompts him to scoop you into his arms in one swift, trembling motion. You gasp, your kimono rustling as he carries you down the hall into your room.
He lays you onto the bed with care that belies the raw need that’s coursing through every fiber of his being. Towering over you, strands of his blonde hair fall around your face like a curtain that cuts you off from everything but the heat rising between you. Cupping your cheek with one hand, the other slides beneath your robe to stroke the curve of your thigh.
Leaning forward, his lips hover near the shell of your ear.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says in awe, blue eyes drinking you in.
Heat coils tightly in your core to leave your breath hitching when he drags his fingers along the sensitive skin to leave a trail of goosebumps in its wake. A surge of arousal floods your mind, your voice slipping moans instead of word when his lips graze your neck.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he groans, hot breath ghosting over your neck. “Let me love you.”
The length of his clothed erection grinds against your leg, pulling a needy whimper from you—one he takes as permission.
With trembling hands, he unties your kimono to let the satin cloth fall to either side, framing your bare form beneath him. Blushing, you look up to see his darkening eyes sweep over you with hunger.
There’s a barely contained urgency as he sheds his clothing to settle between your legs, trailing gentle kisses along your lower body. Every part of you consumes him, from the hitching of your breath to your scent and the softness of your smooth skin. His large hands grip your inner thighs, holding you open as his thumbs part your folds with aching care to reveal the slick desire.
A low hum of approval rumbles in his chest, his tongue flattening and dragging slowly up the entire length of your slit. He swirls around your sensitive nub before sliding back down to push his tongue inside in a desperate bid to taste your sweetness. The vibrations of his deep hum ripple through you to draw a sharp groan, your hands fisting the sheets in beautiful agony.
Circling your clit once again, he carefully takes it into his mouth while sliding his hands under your bottom. Quickly addicted to your taste, his tongue grows bolder, licking more insistently before pulling back briefly to speak.
“You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
The praise brings a flush to your cheeks as it steals the breath from your lungs. Your hips lift slightly, instinctively seeking more, pulling a primal sound from deep within him. His tongue dips between your folds with renewed hunger, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge. Overwhelmed by your intoxicating aroma, he begins grinding into the mattress, seeking relief as he focuses on bringing you pleasure.
Pleading for more, you tangle your fingers in his hair to pull him closer, anchoring him to you as you buck wildly against his mouth.
“D-Don’t stop... Please!”
He groans in approval, his tongue maintaining steady pressure across your clit. The wet sounds of sucking and slurping grow as your cries fuel him. You coat his tongue again and again, humping his mouth through your climax and he can’t deny how much he loves being held captive between your thighs. Planting his hands on either side of you, he moves up your body, the swollen head of his cock dragging along your thigh.
“Please,” he begs, so close to taking the one thing he’s been dying for. A broken whimper escapes him as he urges your thighs wider, resting his forehead on yours while his length slides through your wet folds.
“I… I…” you stammer with trembling legs, spreading yourself in an open invitation. The head of his thick member rests at your entrance as he begins to push forward in an achingly slow motion to stretch you open inch by tantalizing inch.
“That’s it. I want to make you sing for me with pleasure.”
The flutter of your eyes holds his gaze as he finally sheathes himself within you. A soft gasp escapes you as you bite your lower lip, fingers digging into his strong arms wrapped around you. The warmth of his body presses firmly against your breasts, his tongue dragging along your bottom lip before he tugs it gently between his teeth.
No one has ever touched you with such hunger, his body encompassing yours as though the very thought of releasing you would be his damnation. Raw, aching attention unravels you—like something from a dream, being touched as if you are his sacred salvation.
With a slow reverence, he groans, his body taut above you as you arch into him, surrendering yourself to his worshipful touch. Hushed whimpers of pleasure fill the room as your heart melts into him, his fingers brushing along your jaw.
“Look at me,” he commands softly, feeling your legs tremble around him.
“It hurts a little.”
“I know, I know,” he coos, pausing to lean in and kiss you gently. His tongue slips into your mouth, mimicking the movement of his hips pushing deeper inside you. Bringing his hands under your thighs, he spreads you open when he lifts your legs high to your chest. Pulling back until just the head of his cock remains, Toshinori thrusts forward again, quickening his pace.
You watch his entranced expression, ever focused on you, his gaze dropping between your bodies to where his thick cock slowly disappears inside you. The mix of vulnerability and intense arousal at his possessive display washes over you in a dizzying wave as you sing his praises, your hips lifting to meet him.
“Feel how I need you,” he murmurs between nibbles along your earlobe, his thrusts growing more frenzied as you pant with effort, his fingers moving to pinch your perky nipples.
Crying out, you grind helplessly against him, his pace faltering as he nears the edge. Pulling you closer, your soft breasts press into his chest with each movement, his breath hot on your skin. Clinging to him, pleasure bubbling over, you call out his name in a choked groan as you clench tightly around his shaft.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls between gasps, each snap of his hips driving further than you could imagine. Lifting his head, a desperate, pleading look fills his eyes as he waits for your answer while his thrusts continue their quickened pace.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you fall apart beneath him as he ravages you. Between ragged breaths and a ready heart, you manage to cry out in surrender, “Then take what’s already yours.”
His hips begin to snap in a quick frenzy at your admission, the wet sounds of your bodies gliding together filling the room. Burying himself deep with a final thrust, he holds himself there as his heavy balls tighten and his dick throbs to spill his seed within you in a series of deep grunts. A grin spreads across his face as he hears your gasp from the pulsing sensation within you.
“I love you,” he whispers, holding you tightly and scattering apologetic kisses across your face before easing himself out of you. His eyes never leave you as he rises slowly to get a washcloth, the echoes of your warmth still haunting him. When he returns, he kneels beside the bed, because even now, after taking you, he doesn’t believe he deserves to stand above you.
“Let me clean you. Please,” he whispers.
You give him a silent nod as he murmurs thank-yous between soft kisses to your skin, carefully wiping you clean and slipping back in the bed beside you. Gathering you into his arms as though you are the most precious thing in the world, he rests his chin atop your head while you listen to the comforting sound of his heartbeat. His long fingers thread through your hair, his voice rumbling deep in his chest as you begin to drift to sleep.
“I’ll spend the rest of my life making you glad you said yes.”