The bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of the little train-shaped nightlight Enid kept on her dresser. It cast gentle shadows across the walls, making the choo-choo trains and sleepy teddy bears printed on her oversized pajama shirt look like they were tucked in for the night just like them.
Toji lay on his side facing her, one big hand cradling hers between their bodies. His thumb kept tracing slow, soothing circles over her knuckles, like he was afraid she might float away if he stopped touching her. Enid's cheeks were warm, a shy pink that reached all the way to the tips of her ears. She couldn't quite meet his eyes for more than a second at a time; every time their gazes brushed, she ducked her head and smiled into the pillow.
They had been kissing for what felt like hours—soft, careful kisses that tasted like the chamomile tea had earlier. Little presses of lips, gentle sighs, the quiet hums when one of them tilted their head just right. Toji's free hand rested on her waist, fingers barely grazing the hem of her pajama top, asking rather than taking.
Enid's heart fluttered every time his lips brushed the corner of her mouth. She squeezed his hand and finally dared to look up at him. "Toji…" she whispered, voice small and sweet.
He made a low, soft sound in his throat, almost a hum. "I'm here" he murmured, leaning in to kiss her forehead, then the bridge of her nose, then her lips again—slow, reverent presses that made her melt.
She scooted closer until their legs tangled under the blanket, her knee sliding between his. The flannel of her shorts rode up a little, and she felt the warmth of his bare thigh against her skin. A tiny, shy noise escaped her, and she hid her face against his chest. Toji's heart was beating steady and strong beneath her cheek; she could feel it through the thin cotton of his t-shirt.
His hand left her waist to cup the back of her head, fingers threading gently through her hair. "You're so warm," he said, voice hushed and wondering, like it was a secret he was honored to know. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and breathed her in—vanilla shampoo and sleepy girl and something that was just Enid.
She lifted her face again, braver this time, and kissed him first. A soft, open-mouthed kiss that lingered. When their tongues touched—just barely, just a shy little brush—her breath hitched. Toji answered with the gentlest stroke of his tongue against hers, patient and slow, letting her set every pace.
Minutes slipped by in quiet gasps and tender kisses. Their joined hands stayed locked between them, but his other hand began to wander in the softest way—down the curve of her spine, over the little dip just above the waistband of her train jammies, then back up again. Every touch was a question; every tiny shiver she gave him was permission.
Eventually Enid pulled back just enough to breathe. Her lips were swollen and shiny, eyes glassy with want and wonder. "Can I… can I touch you?" she asked, voice trembling with nerves and desire.
Toji's eyes darkened, but his smile was tender. "You can touch me anywhere you want, sweetheart."his voice teasing
She started at his chest, palm flattening over his heart, feeling it thud harder now. She traced the line of his collarbone, then down over one firm pec, shyly brushing a thumb across his nipple through the shirt. Toji let out a shaky exhale and closed his eyes for a second, like her touch was the most precious thing he'd ever felt.
Emboldened, she slipped her hand under the hem of his shirt, fingertips skating over warm skin and the faint ridges of muscle. He was so solid, so real beneath her hand. She explored slowly—over his ribs, across the flat plane of his stomach that jumped when she grazed it—until her fingers bumped the waistband of his sweatpants.
Toji opened his eyes and looked at her, waiting. Enid bit her lip, then let her hand drift lower, cupping the hard line of him through soft gray cotton. He was thick and heavy even through the fabric, and the soft groan he gave her made her tummy flip.
"Is this okay?" she whispered.
"More than okay," he breathed. He brought their still-joined hands to his lips and kissed each of her knuckles, then guided her hand in a slow stroke along his length. "Feels so good when you touch me, Enid."
She kept stroking him gently, marveling at how he twitched under her palm, how the wet spot at the tip of his sweatpants grew. Toji's breathing grew deeper, but he never rushed her. When she finally slipped her fingers under the waistband and wrapped them around his bare cock—hot, silky, throbbing—both of them sighed like they'd been holding their breath for years.
He was big in her hand, velvet over steel, and she explored him with wide-eyed curiosity, tracing the thick vein underneath, circling the slick head, spreading the bead of precum with her thumb. Toji's hips rocked just slightly into her touch, but his grip on her other hand stayed gentle, grounding.
After a while he leaned in and kissed her again, deeper this time, tongue stroking hers in the same rhythm her hand moved on him. When they broke apart he rested his forehead against hers.
"Can I return the courtesy?" he asked, voice rough with restraint.
Enid nodded, cheeks burning. "Please."
Toji released her hand at last so both of his could move. He started at her hips, thumbs brushing the soft skin just above her shorts, then slid up under her pajama top. The little choo-choo trains bunched as he pushed the fabric higher, revealing the gentle curve of her tummy, the underside of her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, and when cool air hit her nipples they tightened instantly.
He made a soft, reverent sound and cupped one breast carefully, like it might break. His thumb swept over her nipple and she arched with a tiny whimper. He did it again, then leaned down to kiss the slope of her breast, lips brushing feather-light before he closed his mouth around the peak and sucked gently.
Enid's fingers tightened in his hair. "Toji…"
He hummed against her skin, switching to the other breast, lavishing the same slow worship. His free hand drifted lower, tracing the waistband of her flannel shorts, then slipping beneath. The moment his fingers found her through her cotton panties she gasped—he was so warm, and she was already soaked.
Toji pulled back just enough to look at her face.
"So wet for me," he whispered, wonder in his voice. "All for me?"
She nodded, hiding her face against his neck.Wondering when he became such a tease.
He kissed her temple and eased her panties to the side, fingertips gliding through slick folds. When he circled her clit with the lightest pressure, her whole body trembled.
He took his time—slow circles, gentle strokes, learning every tiny sound she made. When he finally slipped one finger inside her, they both moaned softly. She was tight and hot and fluttering around him, and he worked her open so carefully, curling his finger just right until her thighs shook.
"Want you," she breathed eventually, hips rocking into his hand. "Want you inside me, Toji. Please."
Toji meanwhile was in dilemma wondering if he should tease her more or not.
He kissed her long and deep, then helped her push his sweatpants down. His cock rested heavy against her thigh, hot and leaking. Enid reached for him again, guiding him to her entrance, rubbing the head through her wetness until they were both shaking.
Toji braced himself above her, one hand cradling her cheek. "Tell me if it's too much," he whispered. "We go as slow as you need."
She nodded, and he started to push in—slowly, so slowly—watching her face the whole time. The stretch burned sweetly; she felt every inch of him opening her, filling her. When he was halfway in she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper with a soft whine.
He bottomed out with a shuddering exhale, staying still to let her adjust.
They were pressed together from chest to chest, heart to heart, the little trains on her shirt squished between them. Enid clung to his shoulders and kissed him messily.
"Move," she pleaded against his lips. "Please move."
Toji started a gentle rhythm—long, deep strokes that dragged over every sensitive spot inside her. Their bodies found a perfect cadence, hips rolling together like they'd done this a thousand times. Every time he pulled out she felt empty; every time he sank back in she felt whole.
Soft gasps and quiet moans filled the room. He whispered her name like a prayer, told her how beautiful she was, how good she felt, how much he adored her. Enid answered with shy little cries and sweet praises of her own, fingers tracing the muscles of his back, nails dragging lightly when he hit just the right angle.
When she started tightening around him, fluttering and close, he slipped a hand between them to circle her clit again.
That was all it took—Enid came with a broken whimper, clinging to him as pleasure rolled through her in gentle waves. Toji followed moments later, burying himself deep and spilling inside her with a low, trembling groan, her name on his lips.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, foreheads pressed. Eventually he rolled them so she was draped over his chest, still inside her, both of them reluctant to separate. He pulled the blanket up around them and kissed her hair.
After a long, quiet moment Enid lifted her head. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright. "Toji?"
"Hmm?"
She bit her lip, then leaned close to his ear. "I want to feel you bite my Ass now. Softly. Please?"
Toji's breath caught. He laughed softly, a warm, wondering sound.
Toji teasing said "ls that a werewolf thing or your just a freak".He wanted to bite that Ass since he saw how it was jiggling all over the place But now he gas the perfect chance.
Regardless he complied and gently eased out of her. Helped her roll onto her tummy, pajama shorts tugged down just enough to bare. The sight of her round ass marked only by the faint indent of elastic made him swallow hard.
He pressed a kiss to the small of her back first, then lower, lips brushing one soft cheek. Enid squeaked when she felt his teeth—a gentle, playful nip that made her giggle and wiggle. He did it again on the other side, a little firmer, then soothed the spot with his tongue until she was melting into the mattress with happy sighs.
When he finally pulled her shorts back up and gathered her into his arms again, Enid nuzzled under his chin, utterly boneless.
"I love you," she whispered into his skin, the words shy but sure.
Toji's arms tightened around her, heart thudding hard. He wanted to say it back but the words gets to seem stuck in his throat.Enid snuggle closer not minding him not saying it back.
Enid knows it would take a lot of effort and time to break the barriers he made for himself and she wouldn't give up no matter what happen.Not after he was free from Wednesday clutches.
Choo-choo trains and teddy bears pajama watching over them from the floor as they drifted into the softest, warm dark—two quiet souls finally, perfectly home in each other's arms.