9 inches of snow - contractor husband!toji x reader
summary - You had always loved living in a small, cozy cabin, it was easy to manage, peaceful, and exactly the kind of life you wanted.
However, you learned with the arrival of your kids that living in a cabin could have its disadvantages.
the first being having to sneak around with your husband in your own home, and the second being going weeks without ravaging each others at all....
So what happens when, after a long day at work, your husband puts the kids to bed early, in order to make up for days of not having sex, only to find your impatient hands already in your shorts when he comes downstairs?
Warning. p in v smut, heavy dom!toji x sub!reader, a little dd/lg SIZE KINK, tiny bit of humiliation, choking and mouth covering, heavy breeding kink, dacryphillia, size difference, sough sex, daddy kink, possessive behavior, degradation, praise, mating press, risk of getting caught, some fluff at the end and aftercare.
Wc: 5k
Nb : this is my first fic and as cliche as it is my first language is not English lol, do with that infos what you will and enjoy the filth <3
You heard him before you even saw him. The rumble of his old pick up pulling up in the driveway followed shortly after by the slamming of the door had you flinch, startled, for the love of god you thought. A second later you heard the sound of heavy unhurried footsteps coming closer to you. Similar to a predator coming back to his keep.
Because that’s what this place was, in a way. A small but cozy two-story cabin in the woods, cut off from everything else. It was a space you had always longed for, as a homebody, and one your husband had been all too happy to give you. He had done everything by himself soon after you two tied the knot, built every wall of this cabin with his bare hands. A sight that had soon had you on your back, by the freshly built fireplace, in the middle of December and resulted in the birth of your first child the next summer.
“Hey baby doll,” he greeted hoarsely, burying his head into your neck, inhaling your scent slowly but deeply, like he had waited for this moment all day. His grip settled on your hips as he breathed you in slowly, savouring the feel of you in his arms.
“Hey Toji,” your response was soft as you stopped stirring the pot of lasagna soup you were in the middle of making and turned the heat low before facing him. He immediately filled the space, dwarfing the cozy little kitchen. He wasn’t dressed any differently from usual, wearing steel-toe boots that had undoubtedly left a trail of snow when he walked in, weather-worn cargo pants and a heavy damp jacket, hiding what you knew to be a hard and chiselled chest.
He worked as a contractor at his last hours. You were pretty much self-sufficient for the rest of the time, half because of the great sum of money he had made before he met you (he still won’t tell you how), half because he was a good fisherman and an even better hunter. Still, it was a contrast with how lightly you were dressed, donning just a small pair of flimsy shorts, some warm socks and a shirt he had worn yesterday that still bore his scent. Something between woodsmoke and the smell of pine. He had been chopping wood all day yesterday, you mused, so it wasn’t all that surprising. Nonetheless, the scent was something you were used to, and you also knew a part of Toji loved seeing you in his clothes. It was confirmed by the appreciative looks he gave you when you turned around and the curl of his scarred lips.
His hands found your waist as your back hit the counter behind you soundlessly, his weight settled on you, warming you up like no fireplace could. Despite the cold weather outside, you had learnt over the years that your husband was a pure hot-blooded man and always ran hot. Something your too-sensitive-for-the-cold body had a difficult time understanding. Especially when you’d watch him on the porch in winter, chopping wood shirtless. But well, he could probably say the same when he walked into the cabin every day and it was as hot as a furnace. Not that he would mind being burnt alive as long as you felt comfortable.
Anything for his beautiful wife.
“What’d you make, doll?” he asked, eyeing the pot behind you. “Smells delicious.”
“Lasagna soup,” you hummed. “The kids asked for it earlier.” It was a recipe you saw online and made on a whim once because the oven wasn’t working properly. The kids loved it much more than you had expected, and so did your husband.
“Spoiling me, aren’t you, hm?” he said with a low throaty sound, sneaking two shameless hands under your shorts to squeeze you.
“Toji,” you scolded him but you naturally threw your head back slightly, giving him access to your defenseless neck.
Toji knew you as well as he knew how to hold a gun. He knew when his wife was pent up and you definitely were. A dark chuckle rose from his chest as he leaned in to bite your neck, following the action with a healing lick of his tongue.
The truth was that the both of you had always been… physically active. However, since you had kids, well, there was a lot of cockblocking happening. You both cherished your life as parents but not so much having to sneak out in your own house, especially in winter. Because as much as you’d like him to carry you and take you behind one of the trees outside, you’d probably freeze before he even got the time to prep you properly. Still, the thought had your legs a little weak.
With a hum, one of his calloused fingers trailed up to toy with a strand of your hair, probably his way of apologizing for teasing you when you were already worked up. Nevertheless, you leaned into his touch.
“Where are the kids?” he asked, still pressing his hips into yours. You didn’t know if it was on instinct or if he was doing so consciously. You swallowed hard before shaking your head to distract yourself. “Upstairs, playing.”
You bit your lower lip when he hummed again and pressed even harder. “Toji, you’re doing it on purpose.” It wasn’t a question.
“Me? Don’t see what you’re talkin’ about, sweetheart.” But the way his powerful thigh moved to spread your legs and press against your core, mixed with the bemused look in his eyes, had you narrowing your eyes.
At the same time, a loud thump echoed from upstairs followed by little voices screaming. This had you screw your eyes shut as he retracted his other hand from your shorts.
“Christ almighty, these kids of ours got the worst timing,” he groaned as he heard his spawns stumbling down the corridor, but he wasn’t really mad.
You were making yourself presentable when he kissed you quickly. “We’ll put them to sleep earlier than usual, hm?” he rasped before biting down on that spot under your ear that he knew had your thighs clenching. Your mouth opened but before you could utter a response, the kids came running to their father. You watched as he bent down to carry them, one in each arm. A serene smile on his scarred lips as his expression automatically softened. You hadn’t missed the heated look he gave you before though.
You sighed, bidding the kids goodnight as you slipped soundlessly from their shared room. You were massaging your sore neck when your gaze landed on Toji in the kitchen, filling up the dishwasher. Your eyes lingered on his strong back for a second, then your focus gradually shifted to the way his arms moved. Skillful hands that had kept you warm in more ways than one the last few winters.
You stepped closer quietly, or you tried to, anyways. Sometimes you suspected your man was a retired hitman because of his reflexes and awareness of things and people around him. Nevertheless, he stayed still as you hugged him from behind, letting him wash his hands. You could feel him tense under your touch though, but he didn’t turn right away.
Funny how the roles had reversed.
“You tryin’ to get something from me, doll?” he said lowly as you watched him dry his hands and put his wedding ring back on. It was a simple silver ring you had chosen for him, so different from the emerald gem gracing your finger.
“The kids want their daddy to kiss them goodnight,” you said with a whisper.
He turned around at your words, leaving you barely any room to move. One of his brows lifted slightly with amusement, but he didn’t seem displeased. His hands found your waist with a possessive grip.
“Go wait for me,” he pointed to the living room with a tilt of his head. “I put some wood in the fireplace for ya.” You nodded, and that was enough of an answer for him. Satisfied, he moved you aside with ease, heading upstairs without a second look.
Seconds after, you were lying lazily on the huge brown leather couch. You had started the TV and turned off every light except one, the fireplace making enough light for the small room. The windows let you see how the snow was piling up. You’d probably get 9 inches by tomorrow. It would keep your husband occupied enough to stay at home.
With another deep sigh, you nuzzled yourself into the fuzzy blanket you had brought out. You were restless and deeply worked up.
Had it been a week since you last did it? you wondered.
Probably a little more. You hadn’t even had the chance to get yourself off with the kids being on vacation. The thought sparked an idea in you that you tried to ignore. Still, as you shifted, the blanket caught between your thighs, your eyes squeezing together. You knew better than to try your luck before Toji came back but… the feeling just wouldn’t go away.
You told yourself it would be fine as your hand drifted down your shorts… you wouldn’t get caught, would you?
Toji had never been a patient man. He wasn’t before meeting you, and even then, he was still far from being one. But he had learned some patience with the kids. He had learned that he couldn’t rail you on the kitchen table every time he deemed it right anymore, couldn’t play with you while he watched TV in the living room. He couldn’t even take a shower with his wife without small fists knocking on the door and asking for either him or their mama.
It was fine. He loved them.
But with each page turning, his patience thinned, his foot tapping against the floor impatiently.
Still, he didn’t rush the story. As much as he had missed you today, he’d missed them too.
He was nearing the end of the story when his thoughts floated to you. He wanted to go back to you, knowing you were waiting for him. A moment after, he kissed both of his kids goodnight, even lingered when one of them asked to check if there was any monster under their bed.
As if any monster would ever dare come near them, he thought silently, but still did it.
The door closed behind him, plunging him into a deep silence. He slowly made his way downstairs into the living room, rolling his sore shoulders. A brow lifted when he heard the TV playing.
Good.
This would help drown the noise.
However, his satisfaction only lasted so long as he stepped into the living room.
He paused, lips thinning.
He watched silently, staying in the shadow, as your hand trailed down to the place between your spread legs. You were wearing his shirt, inhaling his scent.
The sight of you, sprawled out on the couch, unaware of his very presence, had him rubbing his clenched jaw to keep a leash on his control.
What was he going to do with you? was his last thought as he stepped out from the shadows,.
You froze as you felt his gaze on you, directed especially to the place between your thighs already glistening with your arousal. You weren’t totally shaved; you hadn't bothered, and Toji had never been picky when it came to the little patch of dark hair resting on your mound. Furthermore, you instinctively closed your thighs under the heat of his gaze, swallowing hard and looking away.
There were no rules regarding you getting off by yourself, you tried to convince yourself but failed.
To be fair, you had never really felt the need before, your husband always being there to lend you a helping hand. He made his way toward you with calculated steps, making you instinctively sit straighter and backing up until your shoulders pressed into the couch.
“Is that what we're doin’ now, doll hm?” He asked darkly as he hovered over you.
You avoided his gaze at first, feeling like a trapped prey under his scrutiny. One of his hands found your face, gently guiding your chin until you were glancing up at him. Your lips opened then closed. You didn’t know what to say. You were uncertain about what to do.
Should you play it cool? How much had he seen?
“I- I didn’t really think…” you trailed off, voice dropping. You know you were blushing too. In all of your years being married, he had never caught you in such a position.
He sat beside you, his hand tucking a loose hair strand behind your ear. Your finger tightened into the blanket. The contrast between the gentle feel of his hands and the weight of his gaze almost alarming.
"C'mere," he said quietly, motioning to his lap. An order more than a simple demand.
Your hesitation lasted only a moment before your thighs settled on either side of him. His hands naturally came on your hips, guiding you right where he wanted you to be.
“Gimme your hand doll.” You obeyed, but he stopped you.
"Not this one," he said more sternly, as if disappointed that you couldn’t follow such a simple command. You flushed when he brought the hand you had used to touch yourself earlier to his nose.
“Toji, that's-" He silenced your plea with a finger. The action wasn’t even that filthy for you to feel that embarrassed, considering some of the heated moments you’d shared in the past. But it was different.
Still inhaling your scent, his eyes found yours.
"Y'know," he started, voice low, “if I hadn’t spent so much time tuckin' the kids in, I'd have you over my knees for this doll." His tone was almost casual, but the way his body tensed was anything but.
“I- I wasn’t going to come." You bit your lips in response, trying to justify yourself. "You w-were gone for so long and I-“ You stopped yourself when you felt him shift under you.
“So it's my fault then?" he said with a pointed look.
You shook your head quickly.
“N-no, it's just that-“ You looked down at his lap, tears welling up in your puppy eyes from not being able to convey what you wanted to. Toji softened slightly, but he wasn’t worried. You tended to find it easier to cry sometimes when you were embarrassed or overwhelmed.
He tilted his head, urging you to go on.
"I'm sorry." You finally stared up at him with pursed lips. Hands resting on his lower abs, fisting his black shirt.
This time, he hummed appreciatively.
"Wasn't so hard now, was it, baby doll?” His hands squeezed your thighs in approval. “You were just so frustrated, hm?” He cooed, looking down at you. You nodded with a sniffle.
“My poor wife having to do all the work with her little fingers." A low chuckle rose from his chest as he continued to caress your thigh softly.
“Did it feel good?" he continued, not surprised by the shake of your head.
Someone who had gone years without swimming could hardly be a good swimmer.
"That's what I thought," he said, leaning in closer to you, hands finding your waist and moving you up from his thighs to his crotch.
"Will you do that again, doll?” he asked patronizingly.
You shook your head.
“No, I w-won't,” you answered, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Good girl, baby” he praised, letting you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, one hand splayed possessively on the back of your neck. Letting you take some comfort in his embrace and scent.
"It's okay, doll, Daddy's going to take care of everythin' for you." His voice felt like a promise. Your thighs clenched around him, unpurposefully grinding against the front of his crotch.
A low sound left his throat at the friction, stilling your movement with a firm hand on your hips. Next thing you knew, he flipped you onto your back effortlessly and crawled on top of you.
“Think you can help me with this?” He whispered, lifting the hem of his shirt. You reached for it shyly, moving the fabric up slowly, your core tightening at the feel of his hard skin against yours.
He watched you, his sweet wife, trying so hard to remain good, then tugged yours off in return with less hesitation. His eyes dropped at the sight of your small breasts and perky nipples, eliciting a low growl from him.
“Fuckin’ beautiful," he murmured, thumbing one of them, which had you squirm in his hold.
His gaze landed next on your core, already drenched from earlier. His lips pressed together, but he stayed silent as one of his hands cupped you there.
The little gasp you let out was satisfactory enough.
"Soaked," he said with a rough breath, more to himself than you. Still, the intensity of his glare had you covering your face in embarrassment. Slowly, a finger slipped between your lips, trailing down your slit teasingly. He didn’t apply any pressure at first, didn’t try to slip inside your walls.
He just kept holding you there, feeling your warm core clench around nothing. Slowly, at first, you rutted against his hands, seeking his touch. "Toji," your plea was like music to his ear.
“Greedy, aren't you?" He pointed before yanking his hand back. Bringing it to his mouth to lick his damp palm. He let out a low sound at the taste of your arousal. "Should I let you get yourself off like a big girl, actually? Finish what you started?" he said almost contemplatively.
Your sad little pout had his lips curl. How he loved teasing you.
“No, please, Toji," you protested with a shake of your head.
“Not Toji, sweetheart." He pinched one of your nipples in reminder. It took your dazed mind only a few seconds to rectify yourself.
“Please, Daddy." This time, your voice was a murmur.
His response was a satisfied grin.
"Spread" this time his hand was on the inside of your thigh, the invitation clear. Your thighs parted instinctively. Exposing yourself to his ravenous eyes.
He hummed in approval, his ringed finger fiddling up and down your slit, making your back arch to chase after the digit. He didn’t wait long this time before one of his fingers probed your walls. You tightened on instinct, making him hiss through his teeth.
“Relax for me," he whispered, his gaze locked not on you but on your core, making you flush. The feeling had you burning up already, but you needed more. He could see him by examining the microexpression on your face.
You let out a breathless whine as he added another finger. One of his fingers equalling at least 1.5 of yours. You could feel the coldness of his wedding ring as he began scissoring his two fingers inside you, preparing you thoroughly to take him
His piercing gaze never left you, observing your reactions as he hit that spot inside you that had your toes curl and back arch again. The little cry you let out had one corner of his mouth lifting lazily. His unoccupied hands pushing down on your lower tummy, pinning your hips down against the couch with little effort.
"Baby, don’t move." He clicked his tongue, continuing the rough movement of his fingers until he felt that you were close to the edge. He only stopped when your little cries turned into sobs and pleas. He jerked back his hand, marveling at the wetness coating his fingers.
You were panting at the loss of his touch. You propped yourself on your elbows to see what he was doing, only to find him on his knees, still towering over you, undoing the top button of his pants. His eyes tracked yours, and you flushed with need.
It was hardly the first time you had seen him undressing, but you were acting like a poor lamb sent to the slaughter, he thought with slight amusement.
He was himself transfixed by the sight of you. Skin flushing with a sheen of sweat, the light of the fireplace dancing on it. Your chest was heaving like you’d just run a marathon, cheeks becoming pink as he set his length free with one hand. You gulped down at the sight of his steel-hard length.
You didn’t have time to stare at him longer as he roughly grabbed your ankles and dragged you down beneath him. He let out a quiet huff at your surprised squeal. His length rested on top of your belly, reaching a little further than your belly button, you noticed, and so did he with a tight jaw.
Before you could open your mouth to beg for him to do something, his palm covered your mouth in one fast movement.
He shook his head, motioning to the upstairs bedroom, which had your brows furrowed. Not for long as he lined himself up to your entrance, the tip slowly breaching your opening. The cry you croaked was swallowed by his hand.
“Fuckin’ Hell," he hissed at the feel of you, face tight with restraint. He wanted even half in, and you were already writhing beneath him, little sobs echoing against his palms.
"Haven't fucked my wife for a week, and it's already this tight." He looked downright smug.
"Forgot you couldn’t talk, hm?” He drove forward again, which had you fisting the blanket underneath for dear life. He looked down at where you were connected, letting out a sharp ragged breath before spitting a fat globe of spit right over your oversensitive clit.
“That’s fine, she’s doing all the talkin’ for you," he groaned in approval as he felt you relax and take more of him. You screamed against his hand after a particularly sharp thrust that had him bottom out.
He threw his head back with a rough breath at the feeling of being buried to the hilt inside you. "Heaven on earth," he muttered to no one else in particular. Something possessive flashed in his eyes as he looked down, not moving yet to let you adjust.
"You alright, baby?" he asked, seeing tears spill down your wide eyes. You nodded in response. You felt wrecked, stretched too much for it to feel pleasurable yet. It was more of a hard press in your stomach. But with each passing second of you relaxing, the initial burn slowly faded into something more, something too overwhelming to put into words.
“Christ, look at you, so pretty," he praised, finger finding your clit, making you jolt at the contact.
"Think you can stay quiet if I take my hand off?” You nod enthusiastically, but he doesn't seem half convinced. "Your pussy is so noisy already, baby. Wouldn't want to wake the kids, hm?” he asked again, watchful. He gave a satisfied pinch to your clit in response to your nod.
He gave a hard thrust as soon as he yanked his hand off, swallowing your next cry with his mouth. Your hands clung onto him, reaching around his neck, or at least trying as he quickened his pace.
You know your nails were undoubtedly leaving crescent-shaped scratches onto his shoulders. But instead of making him stop, the subtle pain only seemed to spur him on. A low sound escaped his chest, swallowed by your mouth.
His movement turned deliberately wild, fucking you onto the couch with strength you couldn’t even imagine going against. Your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist. He parted from your lips without stopping or slowing down. You whined at the loss but used that moment to take a fresh breath of air.
“You’re being so good for me," he mutters under his breath, his face so close to you, your noses were touching. His hips were still snapping ruthlessly into you, pinning yours down mercilessly.
One of his hands was cradling you while the other that was once on your clit trailed to your lower belly first. A knowing look crossed his face as he felt the slight bulge he was causing from the force of his thrusts.
You didn’t know how, but he picked up his pace. His hand trailed up to find your nipples next. The rough feel of his fingers had you whimper.
“S'too much, d-daddy," you choked up. His eyes darkened.
"Know," he gritted out but didn’t stop or slow down. "Can feel you dripping down my fuckin' balls." His words were only punctuated by the sounds of skin-on-skin slapping echoing into the living room. And probably the whole forest too.
He cursed under his breath when he felt you clench, signaling how close you were to coming.
"Don't you dare," he ground out. "Hold it."
"I- I can't, p-please, Daddy." Your hands that were initially around his neck slipped to his abdomen, pushing weakly against the mass of muscles as if you could stop the relenting assault of his thrusts.
His gaze sharpened as he let out a humorless laugh. "Yet you’re ruinin’ the fucking furniture." His gaze dropped to the mess you had created underneath. The blanket you had thrown over the couch was doing little to shield it properly from your combined essence.
It was only after a while that his rhythm started to get unsteady. His two hands slid beneath your thighs and pressed against them until your knees were folded high against your chest.
In a fucking mating press.
His breath was rough when he leaned in. "Where am I coming?" he said, your name darkly. You were too delirious and cock-drunk to think properly as you stammered out each words.
“I-inside, Daddy, p-please," you whined, your gaze unfocused. His expression turned feral, seeing your body so pliant under him. His only response was a pitiful sob.
"Come around me, squeeze my fucking cum out of me." His hands slowly trailed from your belly to your pussy, landing a sharp slap that was your undoing. You couldn’t even register if you were screaming because his mouth swallowed any sounds you made. You also drowned any noise that came out of him as his whole body locked up, and he buried himself to the hilts. He came with what you could recognize as a growl, emptying himself so deep inside you knew you wouldn’t be able to scrub all of him out of your body.
His touch on your thighs was bruising, and yours around him was borderline painful, but he didn’t stop thrusting, even as your little fists pounded against his chest in overstimulation. He made both of your orgasms last until you were boneless and he was too physically overwhelmed to keep moving.
The last few thrusts were deep but slow, fucking his cum onto you with slight desperation. With a rough exhale, one of his hands slid from the back of your thighs to your face, wiping any wandering tears as he finally stilled at the sight of you wrecked.
"Look at me, baby." His voice was soft, or at least he tried to soften it as his breath settled. Your gaze found his. Hands instinctively reaching for him as if he were your lifeline.
"D-did I do good?" you croaked, peering up at him with teary eyes. You leaned into his touch on your face.
“It's okay, baby. You did so good for me." He shushed you with an affectionate tilt of his head. He was still sweaty and a little breathless, his dark hair sticking to his forehead. His hands left your face, and he took a hold of yours almost reverently, kissing the inside of each of your wrists before kissing the top of your wedding ring.
"My beautiful wife," he hummed low, bringing another kiss to your forehead this time.
He didn’t rush you even as your small sniffles turned into trembling hiccups, fingers interlaced behind his neck. He only stayed still, letting you cry your little heart out from the overstimulation and from being so overwhelmed. He just held you through it all and shushed you from time to time.
It was only after your cries had calmed down that he attempted to pull out. The movement had you wince and had your legs wrapping around his hips again, keeping him from moving.
He let out a low huff at your antics.
"Sure you want to keep this dick inside after it made you cry so much, sweetheart?” His voice was teasing, but there was a little worry laced in it. You had a safe word established, and you didn’t use it, but he knew he had pushed you hard, especially at the end.
You seemed to hesitate for a bit before your legs relaxed, a little pout forming on your face because you knew he was right. You were sore and downright wrecked.
"Good," he praised, smacking a small kiss on your lips before resuming what he was doing. The action had you close your eyes and let out a little hiss.
Somehow, that had Toji looking a little apologetic. “Sorry, baby," he murmured. You hummed in response.
"'s hurt," you muttered, voice small.
It was Toji's turn to wince at the sight of you. Especially the place between your legs. He hadn’t thought he had gone so hard before seeing you. You were red and swollen, especially the little bundle of nerves he had tortured so much. His gaze locked on where you were leaking too. Something possessive was flaring up in his chest, but seeing your poor state, it wouldn’t do any good pushing his cum back into you, he thought. He'd rather not sleep on the sofa today.
Especially with how soaked it was.
With a rough exhale, he stood up, looking at you lying on the couch, deciding his next moves. He suddenly bent down, lifting you, but with the blanket still wrapped around your sensitive body, your head naturally settled against his naked chest as you curled in his arms, him carrying you like a princess.
His lower lip curled at the sight of you in his arms.
He retrieved the clothes you had left on the floor with one hand and held you close to him with the others. He also turned off the TVs and took a blanket he found nearby (you had blankets in every corner of this cabin) to cover the couch. He'd take care of it tomorrow, but for now it would have to do as a cover in case the kids woke up before him, which would be surprising.
"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, hm?” He leaned in to press a kiss on your forehead. He could swear you purred at the action. However, when he looked, he only found that your eyes were closed and, from the sound of your breath, that you had fallen asleep. He scoffed. “this woman” he muttered but only held you closer as he carried you to the room.
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