noncon with toji and you keep whimpering into his skin bc he’s not rough or mean with you at all. he’s so gentle in how he cradles you against him, chuckles under his breath when you come to your senses and bite him until his blood stains your teeth.
“tell me to stop,” he’ll whisper against your mouth, tasting his copper on your lips, drinking it in. and you do—thinking it’ll get you somewhere, you do and you do until your voice gets hoarse and your pleas slowly die out.
“you told me you’d stop,” you’ll hiccup, fat tears rolling down your puffy cheeks that he can’t help but coo at and kiss away. he only smiles against you, hidden in the crook of your neck.
“never said I’d stop. I just like hearing you get a little hope in your voice. ‘s cute.” he doesn’t even flinch when you try to claw his eyes out, only laughs heartily and presses so deep inside of you, you forget why you crave his flesh under your nails in the first place.
