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@persephore
; PERS ⬷ she/her, aquarius, certified hore, MDNI, mostly nsfw so read with discretion. fanfics written are intended for fem!reader. AO3. posts will be spontaneous. my personal favorite ⇶ ⋰ [ navigation masterlist below — fanfics listed without a link are done being written but are currently going through the editing process ] ⋯
—— j u j u t s u k a i s e n
toji fushiguro .ᐟ
sfw alphabet / nsfw alphabet
⊱ underworld crawler
⤥ synopsis ; hades!toji is an outcast, excluded from the olympian gods and goddesses. all except for one. a certain goddess of love and pleasure had been eyeing him, ready for the right moment to pounce.
⊱ the financial adultery trilogy
part one — part two — part three
⤥ synopsis ; an ongoing affair — which started because of dangerously addictive sex chocolate — soon ends in murder after toji finds out your husband is abusive. oh well. you paid him to kill the man.
satoru gojo .ᐟ
sfw alphabet / nsfw alphabet
⊱ easter bunny cabin party
⤥ synopsis ; it’s been three months since the relationship ended. now tonight, out of nowhere, you’re strutting onto satoru gojo’s yacht wearing a skimpy bunny costume. happy easter indeed.
chousou kamo .ᐟ
⊱ muse
⤥ synopsis ; artist!chousou knows a curse-hybrid like him looks like a monster in the eyes of the average human. that’s why he chose to hide in your shadows, paint out his frustrations, and sculpt his obsession. but then you’re placed together for an art project.
ryomen sukuna .ᐟ
⊱ caught watching
⤥ synopsis ; you are a servant to the fearsome king of curses, master sukuna. sworn to remain loyal to him and only him. forbidden from sexual relations with men to avoid distraction getting in the way of your duty. however, peeking inside the bathhouse as sukuna bathed led to an entirely different outcome in your bedroom later that night.
—— t h e l e g e n d o f a a n g
zuko .ᐟ
⊱ consummate
⤥ synopsis ; it’s been years since life has been rebuilt after ozai’s reign of tyranny. the fire nation — the entire world — is walking the fragile line of peace. to the council, it’s the perfect time for the firelord to marry a commoner woman of the water tribe. to zuko, its an even better time to get the gaang back together.
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underworld crawler — toji fushiguro ⤥
synopsis hades!toji is an outcast, excluded from the olympian gods and goddesses. all except for one. a certain goddess of love and pleasure had been eyeing him, ready for the right moment to pounce.
pairing hades!toji fushiguro x aphrodite!reader - insert
cw 2.8k, fem!reader, alternate universe — ancient greek mythology, p without plot, no use of y/n for reader-insert, temperature play, size kink, wet dream, cunnilingus, vaginal, cowgirl position, orgasm control, creampie
link available on ao3
a/n saw that one scene and immediately imagined toji as the greek god hades. that plus a newer idea brewing of an x-reader that occurs before toji met megumi’s mom — i had to write it out. i know that the family tree of olympian/greek myth gods is pretty much a circle but this is not a -cest fic.
“What is he doing here?”
The silhouette of Hades sat alone.
Eye bags sagged sculpted cheekbones. Black hair was a mess, bedraggled and untrimmed.
Nightmare. Nuisance. Toji Fushiguro’s reputation was one aberrant for a deity — all because death’s nature paralleled one of a man-whore. Consuming life beyond instinct. Draining vitality from existence. As gods and goddesses indulged and frolicked about the illustrious, the god of said nature remained lonesome, cramped between charcoal vines. An obsidian-colored yukata cloaked pale skin.
Toji’s presence was unsettling.
Rumors had circulated he would never return after Dionysus — Geto Suguru called him worthless during a feast months prior. But, here the god of demise carelessly sat. An arcane bathed in radiant sunlight, stony eyes the color of still water and hair darker than night.
“He must’ve realized Geto was truthful in his statement,” The god whose head rested on your lap, Hermes — Gojo Satoru — chuckled. “An existence like ours leaves no room for weakness. Nothing will change that.”
“Toji is one of three dimension rulers,” you murmured, more to yourself than him, “how could anyone call him weak?”
“A fickle tool is still a tool. As every other god maintains the gifts to dictate life, he just drains it. And, worst of all, he’s boring.”
Panacea — Shoko Ieiri — sighed at your expression, seated on the grass cross-legged. “I’m familiar with that look. I’d advise not to imagine death as a fun little project, hun.”
Eyes dark cerulean and glacial locked onto you.
With your next blink Toji’s shadow had disappeared from the courtyard.
Gojo’s head was nudged away. “All a man like him needs is a bit of love.” Satoru shifted to relax onto Shoko instead while she let out an exasperated breath. A newfound determination burned behind your eyes. “Don’t rest, Satoru. Guide me to the underworld.”
A white eyebrow arched.
“Are you sure about this? I doubt a being like yourself would be comfortable.”
“I will be safe.”
Satoru shrugged.
“Alright.”
Eerie fog clouded your vision.
Charon — Chousou Kamo — had ferried stoically once your gold-carved hairpin was in his possession. Rooted on an uneven ground of basalt, you became a beacon in the land of the viscous. Deformities prowled for the taste of untainted flesh. Instead of calming blue, the sky was gray and flat — almost like a ceiling. Each step along a shattered pathway was cautious as you ventured between hills blackened by ash. Bawling, wailing, screeching, even amongst the cries of the dead there was a haunting silence.
Until now, you had never imagined a god being so… lonely.
Standing even taller than a palace centered in a field, a three-headed guard dog was stationed behind the gate. The mutt bared sharp fangs before it suddenly eased, resting on its stomach. Cold eyes stayed fixated on you, though. Examining, but glaring all the same.
As soon as you opened the entryway, a gravelly voice echoed.
“What do you want?”
“Is it always so dark and cold here —” a delicate finger traced dust off a statue of Cerberus, “— how do you reside in an environment so… sad?”
Relaxed on an engawa, monitoring translucent ghosts that wandered without destination, Toji held a cup of tea on a mini table beside him. His expression was obscured, faced away from you.
Muscled shoulders remained still. “This is the corner I was granted.”
“I noticed you never drink wine on Mount Olympus. You’re missing out. Geto cultivated a sweet batch of grapes this year —“
“Do not mention that name to me. I can’t get drunk.”
“Well I should mention that I watched you mope in the courtyard gardens —“
“Ah,” he muttered, raising his frigid cup by the brim, “you journeyed to the land of the dead because you wanted to lay with the outcast.”
“It’s more than that, but that is the bottom line.” The god finally glanced at you from the corners of hooded eyes. His head had slightly turned at the sound of a sigh. As if comforting nerves, you caressed the skin of your arms with an exaggerated look of dejection. “Long term commitment has never been a personal motive. That said, I could influence your life for the better by pairing you with a woman. In exchange I’d like to have my own taste of you beforehand.”
Toji exhaled long and hard. His sight returned to the dead. He had overheard of your troublesome nature through whispers amongst them and the longer you spoke the more flagrant it became.
An esteemed goddess trespassing into hell to taunt him with promises of sex and love… this was clearly all just a game in your mind.
“Among rotting corpses you maintain no influence.”
A faint touch began at his nape, drifting downward. He didn’t know when you’d closed the distance, or how you did it so fast, but the muscles in his jaw tightened nonetheless.
“I would if you were honest. There’s only so long a man can ignore his needs.”
The life within your skin was unfamiliar, excruciating.
A whisper fanned the side of his throat. “You denied yourself pleasure for too long, didn’t you?”
For the briefest moment, a fingertip grazed over the skin above his pounding heart.
Toji refused to look behind him. It wasn’t dismissal anymore. It was restraint. A frail, weakening restraint that was tearing apart at the seams from the mere sound of your voice. In an attempt to regain control his torso harshly yanked himself free from your clutches.
The teacup fractured into a puddle of porcelain.
Raising to his feet, dark eyes glared down at you.
“Leave. Now.”
The apathetic realm of the underworld was left behind, a smile still on your face.
Having seen so many men helplessly flounder to resist temptation over the years…
Toji had fallen so much easier than the rest.
Dreams plagued his mind from that night onward.
They were obscene. Erotic. Leaving nothing to the imagination. A firm hand jerked his cock until his eyes shut tight, your mouth sucking hard. Everything — from wet lips wrapped around the head to the hold on his length — felt too real. Teasing him. Edging him. Immersed in his own fictitious longing, Toji couldn’t realize he was groaning into his pillow loud enough to disturb lost souls. Hips bucked into a thin futon.
The gentle stroke of your breath met his lips when you straddled him, holding the tip of his cock against your clit.
“This is what you wanted so badly, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” the whisper had clawed from his throat, “every night, before you had uttered a word, I wanted this.”
A strangled grunt left him as you lowered, taking him into an embrace never experienced before. Your pussy bounced on him, leaking. His vision swam. His body was trembling —
“Then let go…”
“Let go, Toji…”
“Toji…!”
Toji lurched awake.
This had gone on long enough.
With a strained breath he pulled on a dark robe and stormed in the direction of Mount Olympus.
Intrusive stares from those lounging beneath the moonlight were ignored as his fist banged on a gilded entrance. Seconds later you were standing in the frame wearing only a silk nightgown, smirking at the sight of his dishevelment; his sweat-slicked forehead and ruffled cloths. Toji’s stature was absurdly huge; height rivaling Ares, Sukuna’s, true form. His breaths were uneven, eyes shaded.
“What brings you here at this time? Beauty sleep is something I tend to cherish you know —“
You were suddenly shoved backward. He locked the door behind him before slamming your back into it. A muscled forearm braced above your head, a glare pierced deep into your eyes.
Toji — the god labelled as nothing more than a steward for deceased souls — was shaking, desperate to restrain a yearning brought from deep within. “Why must you do these things to me?” His words came with a subtle rasp. “Everyone else belittles my presence. Would rather pretend I’m invisible than acknowledge I exist. Follow their lead and leave me the hell alone.”
“That would go against the very nature of who I am.” Soft hands held both sides of his face. It was scary, the way your touch pacified him. Toji stiffened, unknowing of what to do with the emotion coiling in his gut. “I have the power to make anyone feel wanted. Why wouldn’t I wish to make you one of my projects?”
Dark features inched closer, his breath frigid against the tip of your nose.
“What would happen if other Olympians heard about this?”
“What would happen? You already made a show of storming to my abode past midnight.” Fingertips gradually traced from his jaw downward. His chest, his abs, before pulling away at his pronounced v-line. Toji’s expression darkened. Playing with fire was one thing, but grappling with ice was arguably far more dangerous. Every carnal, messy dream ever seeded in his brain lingered behind inscrutable eyes. “What would happen if that was my goal? Fuck you so hard, relentless, until every broken groan dripped from your lips is heard throughout Mount Olympus.”
His white-knuckled grip clenched you tighter.
The erection hanging long and stiff between his thighs… you could certainly feel it now. Monstrous. Subconsciously pressing into your skin.
“A deceiving little goddess cannot break the king of death.”
Alluring eyes gazed through your lashes while you caressed the sharp line of his collarbone.
“A deceiving goddess and a lonely god...” Your focus drifted down his abdomen, halting on the bulge under his robe. “I wonder who secretly craves the other more.”
“We both know who.”
“Yes, we do.”
Thin composure vanished.
A deep grunt emerged from Toji’s lips before they smashed onto yours.
They were lifeless but filled with a heated rush. Toji groaned at the opposite, warm lips running a chill along his spine. He slammed you even harder into the door nearly destroying delicate hinges. Black hair was fisted tight in your grip, keeping him close, beckoning his tongue into your mouth. Finally. The man was finally granting what you had craved. All but pouncing on him, you jumped to wrap your legs around his waist prompting large hands to hold you up.
Toji hoisted your weight with ease, never breaking away from the soft lips that trapped him. However, you learned very quickly that he held no regard for treasured decor. Pottery shattered. Doors caved inward.
Instead of angering you, laughter fled your mouth and invaded his.
“Oh? I didn’t know the loner could be so aggressive —“
A small squeal of surprise broke your sentence as he shoved you down onto your bed. Sheets bore the scent of perfume, devoid of the rotting stench of Tartarus. In his rush, your panties were slid to the side then torn clean off.
“The audacity to complain.” A thumb fondled your clit rough enough to make you squirm. “Stubborn enchantress. Tempting me through dreams.”
“What are you —“
“Quiet.”
Toji lowered onto his knees before he devoured you like a man possessed. His tongue felt so fucking cold. An ice cube consuming the flavor from sweet nectar. The feeling was new, enthralling, enough to make legs shiver within his bruising grip. A whispered moan of his name came soft. But, to him, every little noise was poison.
A focused furrow nestled between his brows. The pussy he feasted on drooled saccharine juices akin to ambrosia. His eyes closed. With saliva leaking down his chin, Toji became pussy drunk. It was all your fault. Everything about you had lured him in. Being given recognition had released a desire so ravenous he couldn’t think. Shrieks from Tartarus never ceased in the back of his mind; yet, the sound of your pretty moans subdued them all. Even as you bucked, smothering him, all he wanted was more, more, his mind otherwise draining into abyss.
If you were shaking, he couldn’t feel it. If you were whining, he didn’t care.
Toji felt lost, obsessed, and your pussy took it all.
Two fingers buried inside, searching, pulling a shuddering moan when he found the spot. His attention focused there, spreading pussy lips apart and twisting a third finger inside. It was so good, he was so good, playing your pussy like a lyre every time his fingers curled. It was enough to make you beg. Desperate for passion. Desperate for a rare moment the god of death would become vulnerable at the hands of a woman, you wanted — no, needed to see it firsthand.
“Mmm, comfortable between my legs, ‘ji?”
He grunted. “It’s easy when you spread ‘em so wide for me.”
You sat up and tugged his face close to yours, licking the scarred corner of his mouth. “Don’t lose focus.”
Toji pulled his fingers out of you then practically tore off his robe. He was seated on the edge of the mattress, leaned back on his forearms when you mounted him, tracing his damp lips with your thumb. His cock was the biggest you’d ever seen. And you had seen a lot. Thick, slightly curved to the left.
A moan fled your lips as it throbbed against your core.
“Tell me, what do you desire?”
He confessed like it was a prayer.
“You.”
The size difference was clear as you lined him up. Even though you tried to hide it, Toji could see the way you shivered — hell, he was trembling all the same. As you lowered, he savored the taut stretch of your soft... wet…
A scream almost echoed from your throat when every inch shoved inside.
Short, stretching every ring of muscle. Throbbing inside the ensnared grip, Toji’s head fell back as you mewled like a wounded animal above him. Cold droplets of sweat formed at his temple.
The tight heat around his dick — it was suffocating.
His breaths quickened. “It’s so warm…”
Panting grew incessant as you grabbed his chest and bounced in time with his thrusts. The curve slid his swollen, heavy tip along a spot that was just right, prying whines and gasps from your lips. Large hands gripping your ass, holding and pulling you down over and over unleashing every night of isolation into you… fire was the only way to describe it. A burning, all-consuming fire that rivaled the depths of Tartarus. Distance was a sin that couldn’t be endured, and Toji couldn’t stop groaning, couldn’t stop wanting.
He suddenly wrenched himself out. With raspy breaths, he gripped his cock to fight off an orgasm that had crept up, squeezed around the base till the ache fled.
Humming, you teasingly licked his collarbone.
“I thought the big scary god would be good —“
His dick pushed in suddenly making you let out a soundless moan.
“This good enough for you? Hm?” Toji clutched your torso against him so you couldn’t escape. A moaning, squirming mess, you tried to ease away but Toji groaned and fucked you faster, deeper. With soaked plaps, strings of slick connected to his balls with every slam. “Am I poundin’ this pussy good enough for you now? Listen to how you sound — you’re leaking all over me, sweetheart.”
Toji remained crammed inside as he turned, your back resting on the mattress. His thrusts had your legs trembling. Fingers frantically rubbed your swollen clit. Moans tickled his lips like an orphic hymn and oh, your pleasured face up close was as captivating as his dreams. A violent clench had him groaning, face scrunched with the desperation to hang on a little longer.
Seeing you with Satoru flashed in his memory.
Toji felt manic. He felt jealous. Entirely unlike himself.
With a sob you came on his cock hard. Legs clenched around his waist, your chin tipping to the ceiling with the ghost of a whimper on your breath. Trailing the depths of euphoria, you pressed a kiss to the scar at the side of his lips knowing it’d be the last time you ever would.
Procreation was one of your gifts. Finishing inside was not a risk Toji was willing to take —
A moan caressed his tongue. “Cum for me ‘ji…”
May the gods condemn him cause Toji no longer gave a damn about risks — about anything. With a guttural groan, he shoved himself deep. Hips stuttered, calloused hands gripping the sheets. A cold creamy mess flooded your walls, a broken groan blessing your ears.
You sighed under his writhing body, “I assume I have to ensure my end of the bargain now, hm?”
“You coerced me, woman,” Toji whispered halfway in a daze. His eyes were still closed, his face in your shoulder, “Filled my dreams with visions of me stuffed down your throat, your cunt seated on my face —“
“I cannot implant dreams in the mind of a god. Especially one I hardly interacted with.” Toji’s face paled, his eyes snapping open. One of your brows arched. “Wait, you dreamt of me…?”
He massaged his forehead and grunted. “I don’t want a soulmate.”
“Our existence is not about what we want, but what we have.”
“Fuck off.”
“I’m serious,” you teased, “the perfect woman will meet you soon, Toji. It’s already written in the stars.”
a/n megumi’s mom is hades!toji’s version of persephone of course.
caught watching — ryomen sukuna ⤥
synopsis you are a servant to the fearsome king of curses, master sukuna. sworn to remain loyal to him and only him. forbidden from sexual relations with men to avoid distraction getting in the way of your duty. however, peeking inside the bathhouse as sukuna bathed led to an entirely different outcome in your bedroom later that night.
pairing heian era ryomen sukuna x servant reader - insert
cw 2.5k, fem!reader, master/servant, heian era, power dynamics, ryomen sukuna’s true form, sukuna is his own warning, masturbation, inappropriate use of stomach mouth, cunnilingus, dry humping, spit as lube, dacryphilia, monsterfucking (technically), degradation, vaginal sex, double penetration in two holes, hair pulling, anal sex, loss of virginity, spanking, breeding kink, mating press position, flat doggy style, size difference, mind break, creampie
link available on ao3
a/n this fic is gonna be filthy. no plot. at least its a lil soft at the end. side note: y/n refers to herself as a “normal size” once in this fic. i want to specify that “normal” isn’t only meant for one body type. anyone can be considered normal.
Sukuna gleamed under the weight of your stare.
Every nightfall, providing the cursed king bath towels was only one of your deluging burdens. Heavy footsteps on route to the bathhouse was the cue.
An unblemished towel seized from its clothesline — scrubbed clean by a bondservant who spent the evening with hands grated raw? Check. Sukuna’s consort informed as an invitation — only for her to refuse and label him imperious? Check. Scampered across the gardens to place the cloth on its designated post — praying your own sweat hadn’t soiled it? Check. It was a routine fairly painless to become accustomed to. Nonetheless, this night seemed abnormal.
The entryway to the bathhouse had been left open.
Whether Sukuna was aware of the small mistake or not, the risk of being blamed had you scrambling toward the handle.
Accidentally, you caught a glimpse inside.
Ryomen Sukuna was seated in the sauna. Nude.
Bold black marks trimmed a chiseled body glistened in sweat. Four arms rested on the edge behind him, two straight outward and two hanging off. Muscled calves were submerged in the pool. His head tilted back, his jawline sharpened with the glow of a single lantern housing trapped fireflies. The fear of being noticed nearly made you run… then, you saw them. Not one but two penises stood straight and thick. They were huge. Proud. Bigger than you had ever imagined male genitalia could be.
As a maidservant, another one of your duty’s was to remain a virgin. God forbid another man had the nerve to distract you from serving Master Sukuna.
Those things were meant to be used for breeding?
You shuddered, unable to determine if you were worrisome or jealous of his consort.
That’s when Sukuna lazily raised an eyelid and peered at the entrance.
A haughty grin tugged the corner of his mouth. In his eyes, you were nothing but a thing. One he had planned to toy with. There were many nights the consideration of making you his concubine infiltrated his dreams; a womanly presence to replace his current boring one. Sukuna knew you continued to stare, mesmerized, as two of his hands lowered to fondle both of his dicks.
Hell, if you wanted to watch he could certainly grant a show.
Hips thrusted into the hands fisting his cocks. A pleasured groan left his lips before he bit the bottom one. Sukuna never stopped watching you with lidded eyes, restraining a chuckle at how you were still too fascinated to notice. The mouth on his lower stomach lathered his motions with loads of spit. It wasn’t long before he came hard, erupting onto his hands and muscled thighs.
The king basked in his release — and the sound of frantic footsteps dashing away from the door.
That night, Sukuna raucously yanked open the door to your chamber.
Aqueous moonlight was the only source of visibility. His head lowered, shoulders squared to fit his stature through the human-sized doorframe. At his arrival you stood up from the window seat, his presence carrying a scorching heat.
The lock was bolted shut behind him.
“Master Sukuna,” you bowed, lowering onto your knees with your forehead resting on the ground, “May I ask what brings the king to this servant’s quarters at this time?”
“You may stand.” At the command, you hurried onto your feet while Sukuna smirked. The tiny nightgown barely concealing your skin was drab… could be so easily ripped... “I know you watched me bathe. Are you truly so deprived you would have the nerve?”
Dread grew blatant in your eyes. Almost falling to your knees, you meekly whispered, “I apologize. Th — This servant is foolish —“
Sukuna gripped your waist in both hands, stopping you from collapsing. The grasp was tight enough to make you wince as you avoided his burdensome glare.
“A person’s resolve is what intrigues me most. I would have granted what you wished for if you approached with fearlessness.” Before you could question what the king meant, your body was suddenly propelled to the bed as if a feather would have weighed heavier. His monstrous body was on top of yours, a hard knee pressed between your legs. “You refused to. Now, you will take what I give.”
Buried beneath dense muscle, you relaxed into his embrace, “What do you —?”
A harsh smack landed to the side of your thigh.
“You? Do not forget your manners. My title remains while I ravish you.”
Sex was akin to battle. The only relief that kept a beast like him balanced aside from killing. A recent dry period at the hands of his wretched consort kept him on edge. Aching. Murderous.
Two rough palms fondled your breast over your nightgown while the other duo shoved your thighs wide, wrestling his hips between. Bulges vertically stacked strained his pants taut. As soon as they pressed against you, you subconsciously bucked, mewling his title once more. Sukuna licked his lips at the little noise — the crumbling innocence in your eyes. Oh, it all just made him hungrier.
There was no doubt in his mind. He was going to enjoy this. Thoroughly.
He motioned down to his erections. “My consort refused to even take one. Too scared of being stretched full. I could only use my hands for months. But you, you’re a good servant for me, aren’t you?”
The nervousness before your nod made Sukuna roll his eyes.
“I could make it hurt,” he taunted, “As much as I’d prefer that, you have served me well.”
A hand clamped around your throat until you were gasping for breath.
“Master Sukuna,” you couldn’t help but beg as cocks dug against you, your head falling back, “oh, please keep touching me…”
Sukuna growled. Every word he spoke sounded mocking, “Aroused already? Ovulation, is it?” A glance down at your drenched panties confirmed his assumption. Dicks further soaked the worthless cloth as precum pressed through his black haori. “If you satisfy me well I could breed you. Is that what you want?”
“Yes. I — I only wish to please.”
“In that case, remove those panties for me.” The command made you pause. A moment of hesitation tried to restrain the final semblance of virginity. Though it annoyed him, it had also made him harder. “Fine, I will when the time comes.” Sukuna admired the outline of your body beneath him — where it belonged. He brushed a thumb along your bottom lip. “I know you would taste delicious. Whether on my plate or between those little thighs.”
No one else had ever called you little. For an adult woman, you were a normal size. But, of course, Sukuna was huge. More like a monster than a man. A newfound confidence shone in your eyes. You leaned upward to kiss him. At the sight, Sukuna grinned big displaying all his teeth, his canines sharp and pearly white. The hand around your throat released making you cough, sputter, and grasp the sheets before you could even meet his lips.
“Good. That’s what I like to see.” He chuckled, “Give me your determination. All of it. If you want something, take it.”
A gasp escaped when his mouth slammed onto yours. The kiss was feverish, teeth nipping until your bottom lip was swollen and bruised. Your hands held him by his broad shoulders as he consumed every crevice whole, pressing your body into the sheets. One of his palms hoisted the underside of your knee so his hips could get trapped even between your thighs.
A tongue ran along your clit over your panties.
He smirked down at you with lustful eyes when you moaned. “Ah, you like my tongue down there?”
A large mouth opened on his lower abdomen, warm, wet tongue slipping between the opening in his haori much bigger than the one currently lodged in your throat. Another slow drag tensed your legs but his waist forbid them from closing. Side to side, up and down, circling a bundle of nerves behind thoroughly soaked fabric until you were writhing, back arched.
Sukuna felt so hot and big. Dominating. His scent, his taste… you couldn’t breathe.
The tongue between your legs slithered along your thighs, your lower stomach, your rim. Devastating cocks dry thrusted hard, grinding into your underwear over and over as his head tipped back and grunted. Each rut rocked your whole body, and it quivered in fear and excitement at the thought of what would happen when his cocks were actually inside.
Robes were torn, thrown to the floor. You moaned and whined while Sukuna sunk you further into the mattress.
"I'm the only one allowed to touch you like this. Your virginity is mine and so forth is your body, woman." Sukuna grunted against your neck, shredding your nightgown and panties away with one noisy rip. In the chilly breeze your nipples hardened even more, smothered by suffocating heat. Two mouths had emerged from his upper hands that grabbed your breasts, sucking both at the same time. Another pair of hands shoved your knees into the sides of your chest. Your body was folded in half, helpless. “All that remains is to claim it.”
The fat head of his lower cock bullied past your entrance without warning.
“Slow, slower please, Master Sukuna —“
Unfortunately for you, Sukuna refused to heed orders that weren’t his own.
Tight walls stretched to take him whole. If he hadn’t taken time to properly prepare you — his stomach-tongue dousing your cunt in saliva — this surely would’ve hurt tenfold. The sight of your torn hymen leaving a ring of red around the head of his dick only further amused him.
“You have kept your oath. Didn’t expect to break it like this, hm? Poor you.” Nails scratched his chest in search for reprieve as Sukuna cackled and shoved his cock an inch further, trailing into a boisterous groan. “Oh, what a cute little thing. I’m not even halfway yet. Don’t fight me now.”
Tears slipped down your cheeks that Sukuna cleaned with his tongue.
It already felt so good to be used.
The mouths on your tits sucked harder until your spine curved. Those plus the stretch between your thighs… it was all too much.
“I — I’m —“
“Already want to cum?” Sukuna’s balls finally met your ass. “Eh, I’m sure you can take me being a bit rough.”
The rhythm of his hips was reckless.
Feral pounding battered the tip of his cock into your g-spot until your cries transformed into brainless sputtering. Even though you had always imagined him to be stoic and unresponsive when fucking you, he was quite the opposite. Ryomen Sukuna — the fearsome king of curses whom slaughtered armies and devastated villages for entertainment — was moaning like a mutt.
“Oh, fucking whore, you’re so wet…”
There was nowhere to run with his behemoth-like size on top of you. More than embarrassing, it was absolutely mortifying to realize just how much you enjoyed taking his cock so deep. And, expectedly, Sukuna used your blissed out expression to gloat.
“Look at you!” He taunted, his voice strained but no less arrogant. Voice cracks and agonized whines broke any words you failed to form until they were incomprehensible. Sukuna cackled, lewd squelches following the cock slipping faster into you, “These walls are thin, slut. Every servant knows you’re nothing but a claimed hole from now on.”
Hurtful as his taunts were, humiliation intensified the pleasure churning within you, thickening the foggy haze of lust in your brain. The bed rocked, creaked, squealed as loud as you had. A poorly-crafted headboard bashed the wall. You couldn’t care that the bed sounded like it was seconds away from collapsing — even less than he could.
His second cock was positioned to glide along your clit with every thrust.
Any sense of shame remaining had been shed.
“Don’t stop, please…!”
Why had you bothered eyeing him from afar, resisting something so damn good? Carnal groans carved Sukuna’s throat as eyes of carmine rolled back. Hands gripped your knees to keep you pinned. His dick was big, so fucking big, and you had a firsthand view of your pussy swallowing it whole. The second cock rested on your stomach long enough to pass your belly button; a filthy show of the length deep fucking you.
Every muscle in your legs clenched tight enough for them to shake, an unfamiliar feeling growing stronger.
Scrambling for an ounce of control, you tried to comprehend the sensation. There was nothing. Forming thoughts were so effortlessly fucked out by the two-faced god.
Tension released with a violent snap and clear fluid squirted all over his cock.
But, Sukuna hadn’t even acknowledge it.
He suddenly left you empty. Sukuna easily flipped you flat on your stomach, maneuvering a pillow under your pelvis. His lower cock pressed back inside dragging the higher one against your asshole. Alternatively, each cock slipped into your pussy one at a time over and over again. Filing you up. Leaving you empty.
You would have assumed this was Sukuna’s attempt at comforting you, allowing your body to adjust — only if you hadn’t known better.
Both of his dicks entered you at the same time, one in your ass and the other returning to your pussy.
His sigh of pleasure got lost in your fractured scream.
“Yes,” Sukuna grunted as he pushed forward, fucking you open on two dicks, “good, I will make good use of you, little slut.”
Your eyes were nearly rolled to the back of your skull as fingers gripped the pillow your face was halfway stuffed into. Weak moans drooled off dumbly parted lips. Trickles of your cum formed around the dicks pummeling into you. Feeling both holes clenched and molded to him... deeper and deeper, inch by delicious inch… it wasn’t much longer before two strong hands held your waist yanking you back every time he slammed forward. A hand pulled your hair to prohibit muffled moans, the last one holding your face. It hurt, but it felt so damn good. Another climax lasted even longer as you cried out and shook, toes curling and flexing uncontrollably on the mattress.
All orgasms were completely ignored by the king of curses.
Sukuna caressed every inch of you. There was just so much to take. You were whining, moaning brokenly. Too much; horrendously amazed to be stretched wide and fucked. Warm cum suddenly flooded both holes as Sukuna growled, gripping your ass hard enough to leave marks.
There was nowhere for his seed to leak, plugged by his size.
The mess drooled onto the sheets when he finally pulled out.
“That’s what I’ve ached for. Mm…” he hummed with dissatisfaction as he spread your ass wide to watch, “I will make sure to be rougher next time.”
“Master Sukuna…”
He eyed your shivering form still sprawled on the mattress before releasing a heavy sigh. It was clear how fast your body had become cold without being provided heat. With a roll of crimson, allowing grace just this once, Sukuna laid to the side of you. All four arms wrapped your waist, your face smothered in his chest.
Sukuna declared a pact into your messy, raggled hair.
“In exchange for such minuscule affection, from now on my bath has become one of your responsibilities. Do not disappoint me.”
Halfway asleep, you mumbled.
“Yes, Master Sukuna.”
consummate — fire-lord zuko ⤥
synopsis it’s been years since life had been rebuilt after ozai’s reign of tyranny. the fire nation — the entire world — is walking the fragile line of peace. to the council, it’s the perfect time for the firelord to marry a commoner woman of the water tribe. to zuko, its an even better time to get the gaang back together.
pairing firelord zuko x reader - insert
cw 3.5k, arranged marriage, implied kataang, aang is written as a wise ray of sunshine, sokka is a sarcastic womanizer, toph beifong is herself, katara is slightly stubborn, canon universe, wedding night, falling in love, fluff and smut, subtle angst, porn with feelings and plot, cunnilingus, married sex, throne sex, penis in vagina sex, no use of y/n for afab!reader, accidental branding, briefly mentioned breeding kink, creampie, short and sweet
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a/n haven’t seen the full movie yet so this is based off the many clips i’ve seen. im ngl, i know the whole storyline from tiktok so at this point i basically have seen the whole movie. anyway, happy reading!
To Aang, Toph, Katara, and Sokka
Becoming the Fire-Lord has normalized stress and many restless nights. Despite it all, I cannot forget the joy we shared. Before we parted ways there was a promise that if we ever needed each other we would come calling. This is my call. I’m getting married tomorrow night. Two months ago, the council decided the responsibility of ruling would be made a bit lighter with a wife by my side to care for. I haven’t met her yet. Never spoken to her. I kept putting it off, thinking they would cancel the ordeal on their own judgment, but now there’s only one more sunrise before the big day. I wish for advice as I also wish to see you all again even more. I missed you.
- signed, Fire-Lord Zuko
Zuko’s fingers brushed the makeup barely concealing his scar.
“What if she thinks my face is hideous?”
“Oh, please,” Toph scoffed, seated on the floor of his private chamber, “As if any woman on earth has ever called you ugly before.”
“I never thought you’d still be capable of seeming so insecure,” Katara chuckled lightly, “Being nervous is a good sign at the start of a relationship.”
“They’re both right.” Aang offered a smile and two thumbs up of encouragement. One of his arms was loosely wrapped around Katara’s waist. “You’re overthinking this, Zuko. The woman’s most likely scared of being in an arranged marriage too. Worried it will forcefully tie her to some mean, arrogant tyrant.”
Sokka leaned against the doorframe. “In that case she would hate the old you. Unless she likes mean, arrogant tyrants. Then you’re screwed regardless.”
Three other individuals in the room glared at Sokka while Zuko swallowed hard and glanced at his reflection in the mirror one last time.
Royal robes had been neatly cleaned and pressed in preparation for the wedding. Recently, long dark hair had grown even longer. Excluding the scar his skin was unblemished. Fire-Lord Zuko looked far healthier now that stress wasn’t too much of a constant in his life anymore. The Fire Nation was at peace, other elemental civilizations equally so. This timing was perfect to prove he wouldn’t be as aggressive as his predecessor. To marry a bender provided by the water tribe and birth a heir.
All according to the council, of course.
Still, he buried his face in his hands.
“At the end of the night I’m expected to consummate the marriage…”
Sokka fanned his hand with mock nonchalance. “That should be the easiest part. I mean, we’re all adults. We already know what part goes in where —“
Both Aang and Katara coughed, faces flushed bright red.
“What if she doesn’t want to?” Zuko groaned. His forehead collided with wood. “What if the idea scares her off or makes her think I’m some kind of sick bastard? A royal marriage remains unconfirmed unless the wedding night is spent together.”
“Here’s some real advice, lie to the council. Pretend like something happened even if it didn’t. Old geezers who haven’t gotten their rocks off in years wouldn’t be able to decipher a lie like that.”
Toph’s words made Zuko inhale deeply, exhaling twice as hard in an effort to calm his nerves. The woman was right. Besides, there wouldn’t be any worry of witnesses accusing him of deceit.
“Or are you just nervous because you haven’t been with a woman in a while?”
Zuko’s teeth gritted at Sokka’s teasing. “It hasn’t been that long.”
Toph snorted a laugh. “Oh yeah? How long has it been?”
No answer was given, not when Zuko came to the realization that it had been a while. It wasn’t intentional, nor something he knowingly kept track of.
“Told ya.” Sokka gloated at the silence. “It’s expected for a Fire-Lord to be pent-up — you know, ruling his kingdom and all…”
Katara rolled her eyes. “As if you’re drowning in women.”
Sokka smirked. “Duh, I am. That’s my specialty.”
“Anyway,” Aang recentered the conversation, “Everything will be fine. When we first met, all of us had our own negative perceptions. Now we’re all here to support you because you proved us wrong. If you did it once it could definitely be done again.”
“Correctamundo,” Sokka firmly nodded, placing a hand on his hip. “Right now your biggest worry should be if your bride is actually super gross-looking.”
“That shouldn’t matter, Sokka.” Katara sighed. “I doubt it. Water tribe women are always beautiful.”
Aang hadn’t taken his gaze off Katara as he mumbled, sheepishly massaging his neck.
“Agreed.”
“Appearance hasn’t crossed my mind. Who am I to judge something like that?” Zuko stood from his seat at the vanity. Heated hands straightened his black and red garments before his eyes settled on each of his childhood friends. His tense expression softened. “I appreciate you all finding time to be here. Truly.”
Katara gave a gentle smile. “Whenever you need us we’ll find time for you. Always.”
Two servants entered the room with their heads bowed low, announcing synchronously once permission was granted.
“Fire-Lord Zuko, your bride has arrived from the Northern Water Tribe.”
Fireworks exploded under a vast starry sky. The festival of steam had commenced, joining water and fire.
The entire time, Zuko hadn’t realized he was staring.
Dancers, music, lights… all were a blur. None could captivate him as his wife had. Feeling him watch you, you glanced in his direction. The small motion made Zuko mend his posture and offer an awkward closed-lipped smile, but his gaze refused to depart from the soft looking skin of your lips, your eyes glowing above a trail of embers. A word hadn’t even uttered through your lips intended for him yet.
Man, how long has he been this pent-up without realizing?
Perhaps Sokka was right.
Zuko made a silent oath to never utter those words out loud.
The wedding ceremony had went smoothly.
There was no doubt it would since there was no need for the husband and bride to interact with each other beforehand. Besides making eye contact a few times, each remained within respective palanquins while a highly-ranked councilman announced the newfound duties of an emerging royal family.
Much later into the night both you and Zuko were still seated separately, only allowing him to admire you from afar. The robes on your body were elegant, silver and blue fabrics complimenting the power coursing through your veins. A corset squeezed ribs so much Zuko could see your small gasps for breath. Each time you shimmered in firelight when a dancer passed made the Fire-Lord even more mesmerized.
There was a new ring on your finger, a fire nation crown on your head…
A weight heavy on your skull.
All of this — the dress, the jewels, the endless fuss — it wasn’t intended for the pleasure of love. Today was dedicated to the survivors traumatized by a meaningless war, worried that a minor incident would tip the scale. To the mothers and fathers fearing their children will be kidnapped and forced to fight again, losing their lives for a selfish tyrant. That stripped this marriage of any emotional meaning and instead provided a logical one. And you — since childhood you had wanted to escape the Northern Water Tribe and its society favored toward men.
Now, what should have been an opportunity at freedom felt more like a cage.
Your fingers clenched the fabric of your dress. You leaned over to a fire nation servant, whispering words Zuko couldn’t hear.
Then, you climbed off the palanquin held on the shoulders of water tribe maidservants.
Zuko watched you saunter into the palace before quickly hustling to follow you, ignoring a councilman who had asked where he could be running off to.
Through long corridors, you stepped onto a balcony, leaned against a railing as you gazed up at the moon. A source begging to be used. It couldn’t be. Not when all that surround you was aggressively overpowering fire.
Zuko stepped onto the balcony behind you, quietly offering his first words in hours.
“May I ask what’s on your mind?”
A response came just as gentle.
“Needed some air. The steam was too much to handle. Too forceful.”
Zuko knew you meant that more in a figurative sense than literal.
“I assume the centuries of war imposed by the fire nation has made you reluctant of this marriage…”
“Reluctant isn’t quite the term I would use.” For a water tribe commoner, your tone was surprisingly warm and steady. “I prefer to drift with the flow of life. If it has brought me to be with you, I will accept it.”
Zuko leaned his forearms on the railing of the balcony; gazed down at the people still singing, dancing, drinking. A mix of water-benders and fire-benders lingered in the crowd, fewer earth-benders cheering along. All interacting with one another.
“My mother was forced to marry my father. She lived a facade of contentment, but cracks always showed the truth,” he buried reemerging thoughts of resentment to instead whisper, “I refuse to become like him.”
The Fire-Lord hesitantly pulled a small box into the night air. One that had been hidden within his robes the entire evening as he struggled to hide the slight tremble of his fingertips. Zuko watched you open it with awe, your eyes brimming with gratitude at the sight of a traditional betrothal choker inside. Instead of being water tribe colors, the collar was black while the pendant itself was blue with fiery red detailings.
“This is beautiful,“ you whispered with honesty, “Unique.”
“It was inspired by one I had seen before. May I put it on you?”
As soon as you nodded Zuko shifted behind you.
Gentle hands slowly tugged blue attire lower. A chilly breeze licked the base of your neck. You could feel him close. Even through clothes his body was warm, strong. His presence created a heat of its own. The adornment raised to wrap tight around your neck.
When Zuko spoke, his sultry breath caressed your ear like silk.
“I was scarred due to my father’s relentless greed for power. The fire nation has hurt me too. I’ve worked tirelessly to fix the consequences.”
“Then I suppose a mark like this isn’t new to you?” A silver sleeve was pulled back to display a burn on the otherwise smooth skin of your arm. “What happened to all the fire nation soldiers arrogant enough to burn children for fun? Do they still live their lives worry free? Is the Fire-Lord so forgiving?”
Zuko tenderly raised your arm to his lips where he placed a soft kiss on the scar.
“I assure you that they’ve been dealt with. A long time ago. Thoroughly.”
“Well the trauma still remains.” Your back turned to him. “I apologize for my insolence, my lord.”
Strong hands held your waist with a benign yet commanding strength, stopping you from drifting away. “There’s no need to call me that. You’re my wife. It sounds a little —“ he cleared his throat, faint redness creeping up his cheeks “— suggestive when my title comes from your lips.”
Your head tilted to the side. A teasing grin crawled onto your face. “Is that how you prefer it, my lord?”
“When a voice such as yours says it, yes.”
You stiffened upon the realization that his flirting had managed to draw a smile from you. After a moment of hesitation, you turned back around to face him. His eyes meet yours under the moonlight, a fountain of fire on the balcony making them glow golden.
“We can make this work,” you conceded with a sigh. “I just want freedom, is all. To feel like my own person, not some random water-bending commoner forced to marry the ruler of the fire nation.”
“Everything you want will be yours. I promise.”
There was a glossy look in his eyes, wet and wanting. A hunger that had been restrained. He inched closer, providing all the time you would need to pull away.
But, you didn’t.
As soon as his lips met yours, his body relaxed for the first time of the night, stress melting beneath your hands braced his chest. All the while, his touch never stopped wandering. Your neck. Your arms. Dragging along your spine until your back subconsciously arched.
A breathless laugh escaped you. “Why are you so eager? We have all night.”
“You’re comfortable spending the night with me? You’re not scared or disgusted or…”
He trailed off at the feeling of your fingertips grazing slowly down his body, ceasing dangerously low on the fabric concealing his v-line.
“We still have a marriage to consummate.”
“You knew about that…?”
“I was discomforted at the thought of sleeping with a man the same night I’d meet him. But…” your words became even quieter, but they were certain, “I think… now that I’m aware of the honor you prioritize… I’m okay with this. More than okay.”
Zuko no longer held onto restraint as he fumbled to steer you toward his private chamber. When your bodies stumbled into the corridor, Toph, Sokka, Aang, and Katara were straining to hear if things were going smoothly with the newlyweds who had disappeared from their celebration. You halted at the sight of a peculiar man — Sokka — straightening when he realized he’d been caught with his ear against the door.
A long heated kiss was planted to your cheek while you spoke with a smile. “I was informed by some servants earlier that my husband’s friends will all spend the next three days here. That he treasured you all above anything else. I hope we’ll become equally as close during that time.”
“Are you trying to suck her face off? That’s not how you’re supposed to kiss —“
Katara slammed a hand over her brother’s mouth to muffle the heckling. “I’m sure we will. Enjoy your night. Looks like he already is.”
Zuko paused long enough to toss your weight onto his shoulder like a sack of rice. You let out a small noise of surprise while he nodded firmly to his group of friends.
“If you need anything do not hesitate to call for a servant. We will see all of you at breakfast.”
Without waiting for a response, Zuko carried you towards the entryway of the throne room, hurriedly stating that it was closest. Aang laughed when the threshold shut with a loud slam.
“Looks like he was worried for nothing.”
“Who’s next to get married in the group? Never would’ve expected him to be first.” Toph sighed, “I haven’t met anyone strong enough to outmatch me yet.”
Sokka shrugged. “Meh, I’m having to much fun playing around.”
Both Toph and Sokka swiveled to face Aang and Katara who both nervously twitched. Heavy stares were desperately avoided.
In the grand room, Zuko murmured against your mouth. His muscled chest cornered yours against his throne. You had already pulled his clothing from him down to just his underwear, delighting in the way firelight from candles outlined his blatant strength. “Tomorrow, I will dedicate my time to learning more of you. Ways a devoted husband should.” His hands caressed along your sides, fiddled with buttons.
There was a teasing look on your face when you pulled the pin that declared him Fire-Lord off his head, long hair releasing from its hold.
You grabbed him close. Soft lips grazed his earlobe.
“I’m aware of another way a husband and a wife should get to know each other.”
Zuko seated you on his throne then lowered to his knees, inching the fabric of your dress from your thighs as amber-colored eyes gazed up into yours.
“Of course, my love.”
Wet. It was all so wet.
Zuko’s saliva drooled over your entrance, tongue sliding over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
His mouth latched onto your pussy hot and drenched. Amber eyes looked lost, unfocused, as if the intoxicating passion drawing whines from you was drowning him along with. The sight of the Fire-Lord quivering, kneeled in front of his throne while he serviced you between your thighs… The man was famished. His painfully hard cock stood upright through a tight confinement of fabric.
Closed eyes, furrowed brows, the sweet juices leaking from your cunt glossed his lips.
Messy, so unbelievably maddening.
You whimpered as legs clenched against his head.
“My lord…”
Frantically, your clothes were torn away with a loud rip. Broad fingers slid your panties to the side as boxers were haphazardly shoved down his thighs.
“Give your first order as queen, my love.” His hands softly caressed the flesh of your hips while he kissed your collarbone. “Declare what you desire of me.”
“I … I order you to make love to me.”
"From this moment forward, whatever you wish is my command.”
The delicate moan that echoed the throne room nearly made him cum on the spot when the head breached. Barely. Deliciously tight was the hole that anchored him within.
"I’m yours, my lady, all of me," In an attempt to soothe you, warming fingers massaged your waist in circles. There was a possessed look in his eyes when you watched the pleasure shown on his face. Parted lips, groans scraping from the depths of his throat. A thumb circled your quivering clit. "That’s it…”
Surprised, a broken-sounding moan left your lips when he began to thrust hard without him being fully inside yet.
Zuko was never a patient man.
Immensely infatuated with you? Yes.
Careful to remain merciful when necessary? Yes.
But patient wasn't a descriptor even his childhood friends would use for him.
Raw, like an untamed animal, each thrust shoved him deeper until your pussy was stretched to the fullest, his balls slapping your ass.
Zuko’s jerky movements melted your thoughts when his mouth attached to your neck and began to suck and bite, strong hands holding your knees over his shoulders. He wasn’t too vocal — small groans and whines doing more than enough to turn you on even more — but you were. How could you stay quiet when his cock bulled through your walls with the heat of a madman, the thumb once at your thigh returning to your clit as needy moans shifted an octave higher?
Uncontrolled, filthy taunts were whispered against your ear.
“Look at you taking me so well…”
“I can still taste your pussy on my tongue…”
“You’re squeezing me, my love, my wife… so wet…”
And when you clamped on him with a sweet cry, he groaned, forcing his length with a squelch.
"So good..." his voice fractured when your pussy squeezed tighter. "Ready to let go for me? I can feel it."
It was true. You were close, oh so close. Any sense of control slipped through your grasp. Your legs jolted with every driving thrust, wetness leaking onto the seat beneath you.
“I — I can’t…”
"Yes you can. Bless me with the expression my queen makes when she loses control. I — I’m here. I’m right here with you."
Zuko talked through your moment of pure bliss, guiding with soft whispers of worship for your body, your beauty. He begged you to cum as if it would be the last time he ever got the chance to feel you. His heat enticed. His weight cemented you to his throne. In a matter of seconds the coil snapped free. A wave of pleasure washed over you — brutal, making your head tilt back.
Your hands moved in a hurry to stifle your loud moans. They were immediately yanked away, pinned to his heaving chest.
“Don’t hide. Everyone in the palace will know you’re mine.”
His sudden possessiveness was one that couldn’t be controlled.
It strengthened at the feeling of his cock beginning to throb. The urge to stuff you filled his mind till he was nearly delirious.
“Oh god …”
One final slam lodged him deep with a low groan. Burning hands fisted the armrests of his throne, then grasped you tight when his dick pulsed, trembles shivering through his thighs.
A kiss poured longing into you until you were aching, yearning. His cock swelled and erupted, filling your already sloppy hole with a mess of cum. The entire time, Zuko whined and shook, feeling your pussy convulse to beckon more and more of his load. Your desperate mewls of his name only made him feel even dizzier, his eyes shutting tight. Curses rolled from him like a mantra. A small whisper mentioned how much he craved to see your stomach full with his child.
Scratches trailed down his chest red-stained like claw marks.
By time Zuko regained his senses the realization of how heated his body had become dawned.
Smoke wafted from the hand placed on your hip. The scorch caused you to flinch at the burn accidentally left behind as the Fire-Lord hurriedly flung himself to the ground. Zuko tensed. The scar was shaped like a disfigured handprint. If anyone saw it the first rightful assumption would be he branded you intentionally or assaulted you out of anger.
Fingertips mindlessly grazed his own scar. Breaths came faster out of panic.
“Sorry, I — sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I usually have better control —“
“I like it,” you murmured tiredly, caressing the mark, “If the council ever questions our marriage, I will show them this with pride.”
The genuine contentment on your face was everything needed to quell his racing heart.
accounts in balance — toji fushiguro ⤥
[ the financial adultery trilogy pt. 3 ]
synopsis toji’s revenge plan for your husband should surely satisfy the both of you.
pairing toji fushiguro x reader-insert
cw 4.1k, morning after, aphrodisiacs, asphyxiation, fushiguro toji is his own warning, p with plot, cheating, revenge, shameless smut, size difference, cuckolding, thigh-riding, piv, squirting, deepthroating, rough, delay, vibrators, possessive, mating press, multiple positions, headlock, breeding kink, fingering, lube, anal, creampie, no use of yn for reader insert, series finale
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a/n this is a continuation. the final part of this trilogy. rewrote and made minor changes to part two. now i need to figure out if i want to write a toji, choso, gojo, or an entirely different fandom’s smutfic next because i am extremely indecisive. thanks for reading!
“You ruined me, pretty girl. I want you to break me more.”
Toji considered bashing his head into the mirror.
One night had turned him into a fucking tool. Even worse, the second night only confirmed it. When his body turned to the side a reflection of blotched red scratches glared back at him. Your nails had inflicted an unhinged amount of damage considering soft, delicate hands were behind them. This was a result of the pleasure he’d given, so the marks started to look more like a gift. A claim.
Were you his?
Of course not. Still legally bound to your husband.
Foolish, irrational bastard didn’t deserve it.
Prostitutes, gambling, and strippers. For months none were able to successfully overshadow the memories. Your skin. Your taste. Your moans. To say Toji was obsessed with your pussy would be an understatement. The greed of your husband to have unlimited access to them for years and still neglect it all sickened him.
Oh well. Whenever you called for Toji, he’d be there to fulfill every need.
A sigh of contentment. Your limbs stretched under the crisp motel bedsheets, winced at the soreness. Recollections nosily passed through your brain.
An arranged marriage of three years terminated by a two-night hookup with a man you knew nothing about.
He was compulsive, rugged, exceptionally pleasing to look at. Beyond that was mystery. Outside of sex, you had no glimpse into his true thoughts or feelings. Every instance so far had been mutual exchanges. Mere transactions.
That’s when you noticed the space next to you on the mattress was empty. Cold. Toji was gone.
In that same moment the bathroom door swung open. Toji had a toothbrush between his teeth. Only a towel balled in a tight fist covered him, his defined v-line trailing downward then disappearing behind it. His body and hair were soaked, muscles shining under the daylight coming through an open window nearby.
“You’re awake,” He greeted once he noticed you gawking. A bag was lifted. “Brought some things from your bathroom to freshen up.”
Your morning voice was croaky.
“You went to my house?”
“I had a mission to complete.”
“Wait, I don’t have an alibi.”
“I’d make it clear I did it. Blame it on a curse user.” Toji leaned his knee onto the bed, close enough for your noses to touch as he glanced down at your lips, “Now, you can start thanking me with a kiss.”
He hungrily reciprocated as soon as your lips pressed to his.
“If you — already did it — then — why did you come back here?” You asked between kisses, “I could’ve had the money delivered to you.”
Toji refused to cease his bombardment of pecks, the taste of toothpaste heavy on his lips. “It’s more complicated than that. Should know that payments aren’t only about money anymore.”
You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Sighing, you felt him kiss the crook of your neck, “Okay but you’ll need to be gentle. I’m still sore.”
“Not here. I still need my payment, ma’am. Cash version.”
“But the maids —“
“I had your husband send them all home before I left.”
“I suppose that would make it easier for me to get back in the house.” You gestured down to the hickeys spotted all over your neck, “Especially like this.”
“I told him.”
“Told him what?”
He mumbled against your throat, “That we fucked. Twice.”
You shrugged. “I assume he didn’t care?”
“Trust me, he did.” Toji laid on his side on the mattress. His towel — which you now realized looked identical to your home kitchen set — barely covered his manhood. “A lot of men would find a pretty woman, lock her up, then ignore her. It gives the satisfaction of control. If the man truly didn’t care he wouldn’t have kept you prisoner in your own home.”
Goosebumps appeared when a chilly breeze from the window hugged your nudity. Shifting from under the covers, you stood barefoot on the floor. Your arms were above your head as you stretched; raised onto tiptoes while your back arched like a cat.
“Whatever. What’s done is done.”
Toji smirked to himself while he watched you — specifically your ass — strut into the bathroom.
The toothpaste in his mouth grew stale the longer he remained captivated. Emerging from the bathroom minutes later, you bent over the duffel bag to grab a fresh-looking toothbrush, toothpaste, and baby wipes. Toji’s tongue toyed with the toothbrush in his mouth when his dried cum stuck to the inside of your thighs caught his attention.
“You know you get to brag now, right? Not a lot of women have fucked me to sleep.”
“Oh I know,” your smirk rivaled his, “I was waiting for the right moment to rub that in your face.”
As much as Toji wanted you to rub your pussy in his face instead, it would have to wait.
That made the man unbearably impatient.
“Hurry up. I get bored staying in one place for too long.”
“I still have to clean all of your cum off me, fucking geyser.” With the toothbrush in your mouth, words were garbled. “Rushing to get paid faster?”
“Have to make sure you get home safe enough to pay me.”
And, that he did.
Within the next few minutes you were inside your office rummaging through drawers, surrounded by familiar walls as Toji loitered nearby. The manor felt empty. No maids rushed to complete tasks. No frustrated shouts as your husband argued with partners over the phone. It was lonely. Peaceful.
A wad of cash shifted into the light. The assumption was Toji only walked you home with one motivation in mind. When you faced him, though, he hadn’t even glanced at the money in your hand. Instead his arm reached behind a row of books. A familiar tin can was retrieved from the cramped space.
“You knew the hiding spot. I guess you actually did eat those — oh, that reminds me, I’m sure I recently hid some more money in this office somewhere.” You muttered, turning to shift through your bookshelves. “It should pay off the first fee I missed.”
Minutes passed before the scouring halted at the sound of Toji chuckling a few feet behind you. He held up a pair of panties halfway hanged on a shelf. It was a violet color. Sown of lace fabric.
“Can I keep these?”
Eyebrows raised. “Why?”
His gaze slowly swept from your head to your toes. “I want to imagine you in them tonight while I —“
“Okay.” Warmth spread through your body. Toji didn’t finish his sentence. Based on the image immediately placed in your head, it wasn’t necessary. The corner of his lips curled, gaze smugly watching you draw a blank in search for an answer to give. “Didn’t know you could be such a pervert.”
“I’m sure you’d look so beautiful in them, baby.”
Toji tucked the garment into his pocket then sat in a velvety armchair with his legs wide. His gaze didn’t leave your body for even a second as you opened drawers. Investigated each crevice. Items in the room sung your signature perfume scent. The same smell that always managed to lure him in like a sirens song. Toji remained silent. Stiff.
“Ah, here it is.” A load of bills wrapped in a rubber band came out of an empty vase. You froze upon seeing the look on his face. “Something wrong?“
One of Toji’s palms patted his thigh.
“C’mere.”
An outline of his erection was huge on his thigh. Temptation in his voice. In spite of the honeyed command, you didn’t sit on his lap immediately. Instead the red sole of your shoe rested gently between his legs. Hovered over the strain. His body tensed and straightened. The protrusion in his pants was thickening, throbbing in desperate need for attention. Impossible to ignore any longer.
Toji gently caressed your calf, gazing up at you. “The things you do to me…”
A tight grasp rocked your hips back and forth as soon as you were seated on his thigh. Your clothed pussy rubbed along the hard muscle of his quadricep. Money was carelessly set on his leg, the arousal coaxed from your body now drawing in all your attention. Toji huskily laughed and massaged your sides as whines grew needy.
“Enjoy grinding on my thigh like a slut?”
“Yes,” you moaned, dragging your hips, “But… I — I need you. Want you inside me, still.”
Toji glanced down at the wetness leaking onto his pants. His skin was growing suffocatingly hot. Mouth salivating for the taste of your pussy on his tongue again. Your touch trailed down his chest, his abs, before landing on his lap. Burning hot and breathless. Toji needed you now. Fuck all the teasing.
He grunted, stuffed the cash on his pocket and stood to his feet, wrapping your legs around his waist.
“We’re taking this to your bedroom.”
“Wait. Look in that drawer.”
The tips of your fingers softly ran through black strands of hair as he rummaged through an extensive bag of toys. A bottle of lube slipped out. Immediately, Toji’s grip tightened on your bottom.
“Good. Means I can finally take this ass.”
A sweet scent on his breath made you sniff hard, leaning into him. Toji smirked at the realization that he’d been caught while your jaw dropped.
“You ate my chocolate again, asshole.”
Toji sucked little residue off his fingers. “I saw it and was tempted.”
Your lips met his. Savored the aftertaste still lingering. Indulging in your mouth, he blindly carried you to the bedroom with one arm while the other held the bag. A ceramic vase was knocked onto the floor in the process, shattering with his rush. Toji groaned, nipped your bottom lip until it swelled.
Once within the interior of the bedroom, you pressed a kiss to his jawline.
When your head turned, what you saw would’ve made you scream if Toji hadn’t instinctively covered your mouth.
Tied and duct-taped, your husband’s body was bound to an office chair in the corner.
Small shallow cuts littered his chest. Not deep enough to bleed but surely stung. Bruised lips and swollen cheeks, his face had taken a beating that left him within an inch of his life. A blindfold covered his eyes. Headphones blasting loud music and pajama pants were the only things still worn on his body. Once you regained your senses, you incredulously glared up at Toji who couldn’t have looked more proud.
“I thought you would’ve gotten rid of the dead body,” you whisper-yelled at him.
Toji grasped your ass with both hands. Strangely, your reaction to his little surprise only made him harder. “He’s not dead. Not yet, at least.”
“Then why is he still here?”
“Wanted to show him that his pretty wife’ll be in good hands from now on.”
Just then, your husband stirred. “H — hello?” Wildly fighting against his restraints, he gasped for air. “Is anyone there? Raina?”
At first you were genuinely concerned Toji had been secretly psychotic this whole affair. With the sound of your husband calling his mistress’ name, you came to the conclusion that you might just be a tad demented too. You craved to hurt the man that never thought twice about hurting you. Physically. Mentally. Any way possible.
As if reading your mind, Toji cocked his head to the side.
“If this is too much I can handle him elsewhere —“
“Show him how good you fucked me, Toji.”
Your weight was dropped on top of the mattress along with the bag.
Toji pulled the blindfold away from bruised eyes before stuffing the fabric into his mouth. Headphones were carelessly tossed to the floor. Fear swarmed the depths of your husband’s stare as he looked up at Toji. His breathing only quickened when his sights then landed on you. As he released muffled words, Toji allowed them to meet the warm air.
“Are you crazy, woman?”
You shrugged. “I hated every time you hurt me. Every second you had your mistresses in our home in front of me. I’m returning the favor.”
“Whore,” he seethed. “When I first saw you I thought you’d be impressionable enough to learn how to please. I suppose I was wrong. A good wife submits whenever her husband demands it. You couldn’t even do that.”
You spoke through gritted teeth. “You couldn’t even make me cum.”
“That’s why your fuck-toy tied me up and left me for hours? Untie me. Now. I’ll let this nonsense go with a warning.”
“You hit me. Forced your insecurities onto me for years. Do you honestly think I’ll just let you go?”
Wrinkled hands fought rope. Eyes were dark, sweltering with rage. “Are you implying I’m the reason why you couldn’t get pregnant?” He tugged harder. “Are you? Cause I could’ve just passed your hole around to some of my business partners —“
A hard punch slammed your husband’s already broken nose.
Toji’s knuckles wiped the red droplets that escaped then smeared them along the man’s cheek. “You talk big for a wrinkly wimp bound to a chair.” The gag was shoved back into place. “I’m tired of your voice. You can just watch what happens.”
He gripped your hair tight, tugged you down to your knees on the floor. A shadow sat tall over you as Toji lowered onto the side of the bed. The mountain in his pants nuzzled against your cheek. You were hesitant, tense, but a thumb gently stroked your chin and willed your nerves to ease. When your attention almost turned to the man shouting muffled curses into his gag, Toji’s grasp forced your chin upward.
“Focus on me, sweetheart. Not him.”
Delicate hands undid his belt.
Toji’s let out a content sigh when your wet lips sucked his tip between them.
The saltiness of his precum overtook your tastebuds. Your tongue dragged slow from his balls up to his frenulum, swirling around the blushing head. Precum leaked. Tears and slobber slid the slope of your neck once your nose buried into his happy trail. Toji released a groan, leaned back on his forearms. All his strength was used to hold back from fucking your throat.
“Damn… you’re so eager for me, baby,” he breathed out and accidentally bucked his hips. “Eyes up here. Watch how much I love this fuckin’ mouth.”
A string of saliva connected your tongue to his cock when you pulled away. Sticking a finger in your mouth, the precum coating your lips slipped inside. You stared boldly into dilated eyes, jerked him off with two hands. A glob of spit flung onto his dick before you licked and kissed his lower abdomen.
Toji hummed, “Yes. There’s my girl.”
His eyes closed as his body basked in your ministrations. The aphrodisiac coursing through his heated body grew his cock even harder. He hadn’t consumed as many chocolates as the first night in an effort to maintain his fragile sense of control. Seeing the confidence in your eyes as you swallowed him whole had him teetering on the edge, though.
Frantic words were mouthed into stuffed fabric from the corner behind him but, frankly, Toji couldn’t give less of a damn.
His ego loved every bit of this.
It inflated even more when he saw you reached into the bag, retrieving your vibrator.
Toji’s head fell back. A voiceless moan dripped from parted lips as the vibrator was turned on and pressed to the underside of his shaft. Fast pulses had him groaning as sanity slipped through his grasp. The buzzing rippled throughout his glans while pools of spit drooled over the tip. Shivering and overwhelmed, words could barely seep from his mouth.
“R — right there…”
There was a menacing lust in your eyes as the vibrator replaced your mouth at the head. “Right here?”
Groans. Growls. Toji’s core muscles clenched. Legs unconsciously twitched. In mere seconds the feeling became too much to handle.
A single blink and Toji’s muscled torso was hovered over you, your spine hard shoved to the mattress. One deep drag of his tongue greedily lapped up your arousal. The need that overcame him could only be described as animalistic. Pants and boxers were carelessly tugged down to his knees. Biceps flexed as his shirt was yanked over his head. A long string of spit landed on your clit before, heavy and sensitive, his tip had began prodding at your entrance.
Toji pressed against your clitorus, gathered the slick making your pussy glisten.
“I’m ready for it all,” you reassured, “I — I can take it. I want it —“
One hefty thrust sunk you into the sheets, bottomed out with his balls giving a hard slap to your ass. A loud desperate moan of his name breathed through your swollen lips.
Never would you get accustomed to the initial stretch. The shoved glide into soaked walls.
“Ohh fuck… always so tight…” He praised under his breath. His sharp jaw lowered to release a blissed out husky laugh, breathing becoming increasingly unsteady as chuckles shivered out into moans. “Such a wet little pussy.”
Only one of his large hands was needed to hold both knees into your chest. Withdraws were gentle but each time his cock reentered it was with full force enough to make your body jolt. Muscles caged. Hips pistoned into your sloppy pussy. Pulled out. Slammed back in. No care for the other man present in the room.
“Look at her…” Toji drawled, “still fuckin’ greedy after I pumped her full twice last night.”
Crying pornographic moans, uncontrolled quivers overcame your body when the vibrator was held to your clit.
Toji arrogantly smirked. “Feel good?”
Embarrassment filled you when stutters and cracks wrecked your response. You tightly grasped the shoulders of the man fucking your brains out.
“S — so damn g — good…!”
“You’re makin’ the poor guy hear what I do to you.” Toji picked up the pace, skin slapping skin as your whines echoed off the walls. Toes curled and flexed as the bed rocked in tandem with vehement ruts. “What a good girl. Scream louder. Let us hear you.”
“Toji!”
“Yeah, moan my fuckin’ name.” His cock pulled out then punched back into you, causing the bed underneath to creak dangerously loud. You felt a knot coil in your stomach. “Not gonna stop till I make this pussy squirt.”
“I’m already cl — close, mmmfuck, ‘m gonna cum.”
But Toji already knew. The rapid rises of your chest, the way your walls pulsated around him. “Me too,” he warned, his head lolling forward on his shoulders as thick eyebrows furrowed, “Gonna empty inside you so good — fuck… want me to breed you?”
A quick nod was all you could give, a nonstop flurry of whimpers preventing any other sound from breaking through
The toy drifted a smidge lower and the vibrations started to affect him all over again, kissing the base of his cock every time he slid deep. His pelvis chased that pleasure. With another person present in the room, Toji truly fucked you like there was something to prove. Flaunted. Noises of satisfaction were more vocal than usual. Not forced; relaxed enough just to spite the man seated in the chair.
The combination of the vibrator and the ravenous pounding into your g-spot you had you hastening towards euphoria way faster than normal. A shriek of his name split the warm air of the bedroom as you came all over his cock, his lower stomach also becoming shiny upon your climax. Toji fucked you through the splash mere seconds before his body abruptly stilled. He rushed to yank the toy away from him.
His legs shuddered, lips far apart though no sound came out.
Toji had edged himself.
“Shit,” he breathlessly cursed, tightly gripping his cock at the base, “lay flat on your stomach facing him, baby.”
It was an addiction, the way Toji always had stuck you in positions, unable to move within his grasp.
The weight of his cock was terrifying on your lower back. Big fingers stretched your mouth open wide collecting saliva from the insides of your cheeks. They travelled down your pussy, withdrawing when your cum coated his fingers. Then, the tips of said fingers poked at the tight right of your ass.
You moaned as your bottle of lubricant was popped open. The warm liquid squirted onto your hole before Toji lathered his length in it.
One finger wrestled its way inside you. Another. A gasp left your lips. This stretch was unfamiliar, making your thighs clench together as your back arched. Your body tensed when fingers had been removed and something bigger pushed.
Toji exhaled heavily every time his tip caught the rim but refused to breach. “Fuck, it’s too tight. Won’t go in.”
Then, the head finally squeezed its way through.
Your hand pressed against his lower stomach. Useless legs spread a little wider. “S — slow, slow, a little at a time…”
Toji was an absolute mess. The hole wrapped snug around his glans was so much warmer and tighter than he could’ve imagined. His mouth couldn’t stay shut, groaning, grunting, breathlessly pleading with you to relax so he could work himself in a little more. More of the warm lubricant drizzled onto where Toji was wedged.
The overwhelming fullness. The sheer size.
You gently rocked your hips to aid with the stretch. “‘Keep going —”
The lubricant helped sheath his full length inside you when he suddenly rammed forward.
Ecstasy and tears blurred your vision. Toji was thick. That was already well known but now you were stretched like never before. A tight grip forced your ass to arch up when he pulled back and drove his hips forward again. Breathy whimpers were muffled in the sheets each time your body rocked in time with the bed, brainless mumbling accompanying it. The sensation had you borderline delirious.
“I — It’s so big. Barely fits in m — me...”
Now that the lubricant had both of you thoroughly drenched, a brutal pace knocked sharp hipbones into your plush flesh. Toji was nearly feral. He spanked you hard, hips hammering into the sting left behind even harder. There was no harsh friction just skin gliding against skin.
It was all so wet.
“Arch that ass up more for me.” Another spank landed before he hunched over your body completely. He fisted the sheets at both sides of your head. “Stuffing that cute little hole. You love this, don’t you?”
A quick nod was the sole answer you could express once again. Your hazy sights settled on your husband who now had his eyes closed, body lax. The man had passed out. Whether from pain or exhaustion, you couldn’t summon a reason to care when Toji’s bicep trapped your throat in a gentle headlock.
“Gotta cum deep,” he panted in your ear, “gotta make it clear you’re mine.”
You moaned, removing your hand from his hip prepared to take the full consequence of it, “I’m — oh, I’m yours.”
Three deep thrusts punched cries from your throat before Toji’s entire body convulsed.
A vastly different type of orgasm descended upon both of you at the same time. Profound. All encompassing. Thighs shook and pleasured whines rushed from both you and Toji’s lips.
Toji pulled away, leaving you gasping for breath. He raised his sweaty hair off his forehead to watch his seed leak out of you.
“As much as I want to keep fuckin’ you, you paid to have a job completed… and you already look wrecked enough.”
Your body was still shivering. “I — I can’t feel my legs.”
One final spank was harsh on your ass.
Toji got off the bed and entered the bathroom. It seemed like aftercare had become a duty apart of his service. A damp towel wiped you both clean before he was tugging back on his clothes. You regained enough strength to rest your back against the headboard, watching as Toji revealed a trash bag and duct tape that had been placed behind your husband’s chair.
Your husband’s sleeping body was dropped into the bag then taped up, surely to never be seen again.
The makeshift bodybag rested on broad shoulders. Toji was prepared to silently take his leave. But, he paused. Glanced at you from the corners of his eyes.
“Are you my permanent client now? You’re the only job I enjoy compared to the others.”
Your breaths gradually evened out. “These exchanges have been fun, Toji. Though I wish they could, they cannot happen too often. There will be a lot of loose ends to tie up. I’ll have to find a new place to stay —“
The man clarified with a nonchalant shrug.
“I’m asking will I ever see you again, ma’am.”
A moment of thought passed before a tired grin framed your lips.
“Of course.“
credited to me — toji fushiguro ⤥
[ the financial adultery trilogy pt. 2 ]
synopsis reader is stuck in an abusive relationship. upon becoming aware of the situation, toji suggests buying him for the night.
pairing toji fushiguro x reader-insert
cw 7k, asphyxiation, domestic violence, toxic marriage, misogyny, p with plot, toji can see curses, cheating, foreplay, vaginal s, squirting, mirror kink, passionate, reverse cowgirl, full nelson, dirty talk, rough s, breeding kink, broken headboard, size difference, dry humping, praise kink, nipple play, body worship, creampie, multiple orgasms, original cursed spirits, blowjobs, aftercare (but they have another go right after), mind break
link available on ao3
a/n this is a continuation of an earlier fanfic titled “in your debt.” i’d suggest reading that first for context. thanks so much for the likes on the first part! here’s part two.
It’d been three months.
Three long torturous months since the night Toji fucked you.
Unfortunately, that night remained as stated. One night. From the next morning onward your husband adhered like a leech. A rumor had circulated throughout the mansion’s servants. Adultery committed by the manor’s maiden and, though there was no definitive proof, your husband never took that type of allegation lightly. A rumor like that finding its way to tabloids — or, even worse, his father — was a consequence both of you desperately avoided.
“My father is demanding we have a kid,” your husband had informed. “He’s only getting sicker. There wouldn’t be anyone to monitor the company if anything happened to me.”
You shrugged then suggested.
“I could.”
He laughed at that. Not a small laugh. A loud, boisterous, full-hearted screech.
“You? Running a company as venerated as mine? I was unaware that you were capable of such humor.”
Fingers clutched a ceramic plate tight. It took every bit of your effort to bite your tongue.
Every nightfall, you had to be presentable to welcome your husband.
As a woman betrothed into a traditionalistic family it was your responsibility since wedding day to become the perfect wife and, soon, the perfect mother. There were no guidebooks to become a better husband. There was much less need to question why. Your in-laws never policed their own kid as much as they were hellbent on you. The stalker incident. You still had no clue if it was truly by your husband’s will or theirs.
A perfect wife served her husband. Supplied everything he could desire. Sold him confidence to only be treated a little better in return. Give, give, give.
That’s why Toji had weakened you so easily.
A man as sinewy as him made no attempt at false confidence. He didn’t ask for more than you were willing to offer. And, though demanding, when he sunk to his knees there was no hesitation.
The moment shared with him had been shameful. Filthy. A fantasy that didn’t belong in the mind of a perfect wife. It reappeared every time you stepped foot in your office. A locked door behind you. An item dug out a bottom drawer. Agonizing. Desperate. A mirage of Toji was the only aphrodisiac needed while your legs shook from a vibrator placed between them.
A rare moment you could reclaim independence. Stand over a man who gaped up at you with pure need.
Independence had no vigor once your husband returned home.
As soon as you heard maids greet your husband at the front door you dashed to your bedroom. It was a rush to pamper yourself. Spray perfume. Dot powder on the creases in your makeup. Straighten your dress. By time you made it to the front door he was still standing there, now glaring at you with disgust. You knelt in front of him, winced as he gripped your hair tight enough for every strand to yank at your scalp.
“Your lack of punctuality displeases me. Though I shouldn’t be surprised you fail at that too.”
You bowed your head low and untied his laces with trembling hands.
“Welcome home, sir.”
“Get to the kitchen and cook me dinner.”
“The maids already prepared —“
“I don’t care.”
That’s when you first felt it. Claws. Around your throat. Your hands held your neck, struggling to breathe. A servant who’d been dusting nearby noticed with a gentle look of pity.
Your husband tsk-ed down at you with disdain.
Once you’d forced yourself off the ground and completed his request, he was already waiting at the dinner table.
“You’re not eating?” The man had asked though he clearly didn’t care, already digging into the plate set before him. “If that’s the case you could’ve done much better with the preparation time —“
“I’ve lost my appetite.”
“My father called this afternoon and declared you have a month to get pregnant.”
Vomit rose in your throat but you worked it down. A month? But…
“How’s that supposed to happen if you don’t have sex with me?”
“I’ll spend the next two weeks retraining you, teaching you the consequences of that smart mouth of yours. And then, maybe, you won’t disgust me as much.”
The delicate mug you were holding slipped through your fingers. It shattered into pieces that a maid rushed to clean.
A month to get pregnant.
A month to give birth to a child that would keep you trapped here for the rest of your life.
As your husband yelled at you and kicked your leg for your clumsiness, a moment of clarity crossed over.
You wouldn’t survive here.
A quick descent to hell commenced within the following weeks.
Before this, when your husband was at work, that time was spent by yourself in peace. Listening to music, dancing alone in your room, tending to the garden … you gave yourself all the tranquility that couldn’t be found with him. Those privileges had been stripped. Morning till night you were in the kitchen preparing a meal for your husband’s arrival or cleaning the house under your maids supervision. Time in the garden became prohibited. Only within the walls you were tethered to could your husband surveil you.
Days passed and it felt like you were going more and more insane.
Even as you fulfilled every command, he refused to even sleep on the same bed as you.
Then, he began bringing a new woman around the house.
A maid informed you that this woman was a personal assistant. You accepted that justification. Until your husband was no longer coming home at night anymore. He would arrive in the morning, check on your work for the prior day like an overseer — smelling of heavy perfume — demand breakfast, shower, redress, eat, then leave again.
Every opportunity he got, he hit you.
Over and over again. Every day.
Your husband abandoned you to bang his assistant after forcing you to become the servant he wanted? That’s hilarious.
Seeing him, hearing him breathe, listening to him disparage, criticize, and mock you … him, him, him. That man all but repulsed you. Never before had you harbored such aggressive contempt.
When are you going to do something about it?
Earlier today, your husband came home early from work to break some more news to you. Your heart dropped.
“My parents will be attending dinner tonight. Make yourself look nice. Find a way to cover those eye bags and bruises. Fix your hair so they won’t see how thin it’s become. They will arrive at eight.”
That’s how you ended up here.
Sat at the dinner table in silence with your husband and in-laws. A long sleeved black dress shrouded a rather large scar on your arm. The bruise on your leg had to be covered with concealer since your father in-law demanded your dresses be short in length to appease your husband. Makeup weighed ten times heavier than its usually adornment on your face. Staring at your plate, you preyed you’d done a well enough job at hiding your black eye.
You doubted your in-laws would care much if you didn’t.
Despite your attempt at flawlessness, you knew it was impossible to hide the exhaustion in your eyes. The fatigue visible within your aching limbs. A constant discomfort within your stomach was persistent as if someone — or something — was clinging to your waist.
As seconds passed it became more and more hard to breathe.
Your father in-law swallowed the food in his mouth, eyeing you all the while. “I see your wife isn’t eating, son. Any updates on your current goal?”
“We’re trying.” Your husband lied effortlessly. “She will take a pregnancy test tomorrow.”
The fork in your hand was gripped tight enough to cut off blood circulation.
“No. We aren’t.”
Both of your in-laws looked at you with slight surprise. “Oh?” Your mother in-law asked, “Is there a reason why? The task should not be as hard as you two make it seem.”
None of your movements were your own. The fake smile on your face. The glare in your eyes. Something inside was hungry for the moment it could let loose.
“It is when your son’s dick can’t get hard.”
Your husband choked on his water.
“How dare you speak such nonsense!” His father shouted, “If that’s the case then it must be your fault!”
“You believe that so I guess it’s true, senile bastard.”
“Young lady!” Your mother in-law snapped, “Watch your mouth. We are not fools. Our son told us that you rejected the notion of having a child! Now you have the nerve to put the blame on him as if he’s not the victim here? What kind of wife declines duty?”
“He’s the victim? That’s hilarious.”
You didn’t know who was speaking. It was your voice, but you weren’t in control of it.
“One more word, young lady, and I —“
“How about I give you a few more? Your son hits me. Treats me like shit and cheats all while projecting his erectile dysfunction onto me. What kind of wife declines duty? No, what kind of wife gives birth to a child who’d be stuck with an abusive father? If either of you chose to raise your son right instead of supplying him with yes-men in the form of money-hungry nannies, maybe we’d have a kid by now.”
Your father in-law noisily stood from his seat, shaking the marble table hard enough for drinks to spill over. A glass vase stumbled to the floor before shattering into a million pieces near your feet. You stood up to meet him eye to eye when he approached.
The slap that followed was weak, but not weak enough to prevent humiliation from clouding over. Still within a fit of rage, the man stomped out of the house with your mother in-law close behind.
Once the front door slammed you slowly looked towards your husband.
“Your father hit me because I told him the truth,” you seethed, “and you just watched.”
He nodded, still seated calmly at the dinner table.
“I’d say it was deserved. Never cook this meal again. I thought the training would help but your cooking has only become even more lackluster. Can’t you do anything right?”
“You don’t love me. You don’t care about me. You don’t even touch me — why am I here?”
Your husband slowly sauntered to you. Resting a hand atop your head like a human would a dog, he sighed.
“You’re just too cute when you finally submit.”
Something latched onto the back of your neck. Something that caused nightmares when you slept, made you retch when you ate. A rush of whispers bombarded your ears until you frantically covered them with your hands and screamed. A servant rushed into the dining hall. Approaching you slowly with held out hands you inched away from, curling yourself into a ball in the corner.
“She really must see a doctor, sir,” the servant pleaded with your husband who was blankly staring down at you. Another piercing scream left your throat. “This isn’t the first time she’s been witnessed having a mental breakdown this week. If she left the manor like this, journalists would —“
“If she wishes to act a wreck for cameras I will allow it. Let the journalists expose how fragile my wife is. Nothing that cannot be fixed by a decent statement.”
Those careless words were enough to make you break.
You sprinted. Out the door. Away from the house.
Fatigued legs carried you as far as your body was willing to run. To escape. An ache tore through muscles never granted permission to strengthen. City streets were crowded as you rushed through them, hands still tight against your ears. People in your way were knocked down but you couldn’t stop to apologize through the fear of being recognized.
Breathing heavy. Face covered in sweat. The voice in your brain wasn’t your own.
Running from your truth? How foolish!
Sweat soaked under your dress. Your body was heaving from exhaustion. From a sick exhilaration. Abnormal garbled sounds come from your mouth. Nails scratched the flesh of your throat. Pain. The stabbing pain in your waist had spread to your lower stomach and radiated so intensely that it slowed you down. It’s a cold realization that caused sweat to drip from your forehead. A dark road. A single street lamp.
You were no longer the wife you were supposed to be.
Let people see how weak you truly are!
Feet rained heavy onto a concrete path through the entrance of a park. Away from the invasive eyes of strangers. However, it wasn’t long before you accidentally crashed into someone’s hard back. Both you and the man toppled to the ground, your chest on top of his. Your eyes had shut, and when you opened them, they widened.
Toji.
He was glaring, but he wasn’t looking at you.
For a split second, you were too stunned to react. You only stared, wide-eyed, at his thoughtful expression.
“What...”
Toji’s gaze briefly met your face. “Oh, it’s you.”
Still, Toji wasn’t meeting your eyes. He was staring behind you with furrowed brows. But when you looked over your shoulder there was nothing.
Once facing him again, you questioned, “I — Is there something wrong? Why is there always something wrong with me?”
“Come closer and hold still.”
You leaned into the solid heat of his chest. A blade emerged from what seemed to be thin air. Though your trembling body tried to pull away his arm held firm. You tensed. An already raging heartbeat rushed faster. Eyes shut tight waiting for pain.
It never came.
He stabbed the air behind you, then the blade merely vanished back over his shoulder.
A weight retreated. The voice disappeared.
“What … what did you do?”
Toji released his hold, standing up before helping you raise to your feet as well. He lazily slouched on a park bench, manspreading his legs wide.
“Do you know anything about curses?”
“Loosely,” you hesitantly sat next to him. The static in your brain was expelled entirely, leaving nothing but a calm silence that now felt foreign. “I know they’re born from negative emotions. My … he typically hires sorcerers to cleanse buildings he plans to commercialize.”
“Well you had one wrapped tight around your waist. Unsettlingly big.”
Your brows furrowed. Palms subconsciously held your hips. “How?”
“You would know that answer better than me, ma’am.” Toji paused for a moment before he added, “It seemed to stem from neglect, though. That’s why it caught my attention. T’was a weird pinkish-blue color, malnourished, screeching somethin’ about feeling unwanted. Needing to be pleasured and caressed, not slapped and scarred. Had a few lanky-looking limbs sprouting from your lower stomach where your womb should be —“
“Okay, okay,” you cut him off, worried about what else in your life he could’ve sensed. “That means if anyone who could see curses saw me within the past three months they’d know I was fucking horny. What about the disappearing sword?”
“Inventory curse swallowed it.” Toji shrugged, taking a moment to recall his curse. “It’s not just horniness though, is it? If you’re married, why do you feel unwanted?”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t expect you to care enough to ask.”
“It’d be an interesting conversation to have. It’s not like I’ll leak the truth of your marriage to the press or somethin.’ Unless you want that curse to come back, I’d suggest you get the burden off your shoulders.”
“My husband doesn’t love me, okay?” You confessed, “I don’t love him either. Never did. We only got married because my mother was in debt to him.”
“I could assume that,” Toji had a faraway look in his eyes as he crossed his burly arms. “A lot of traditional family’s of high status carry the same mindset.”
“When my husband first saw me, he promised to clear the debt if I was given to him the moment I turned eighteen. He’d only seen me once. We’d never spoken either. It was clear he just wanted arm candy cause he thought I was beautiful. So that became my role.”
“If he finds you beautiful why doesn’t he sleep with you? Any other man would beg for the opportunity.”
“In the beginning he did. I never enjoyed it much. A year into marriage, he had a bad case of testicular torsion. Surgery fixed it but there are some lifelong effects. Can’t get hard anymore. Fertility issues as well. Now his parents are demanding me to conceive a future heir. I can’t do that with my husband’s broken balls, can I? Yet everyone insists on blaming me. Tonight, my father in-law hit me. My husband’s never hesitated putting his hands on me either.”
His jaw locked at that. An anger simmered within his gaze.
“Plannin’ to leave him?” One of Toji’s brows arched, his head tilted to the side. “I’d hope you are.”
“I’m trapped in a contract until the second his heart stops.” You sighed, shivering against the night air. “Only benefit is I’m allowed to control my own assets. If he were to bite the dirt, I could still carry myself financially for a long time.”
“In that case, I’ve got a solution to your problem.” Toji pressed a thumb to your bottom lip, dragging a line down to the pulse hammering in your throat. “Buy me for the night.”
“Buy you? You’re suggesting I pay you to fuck me?”
“Fuck you, kill your husband — either one I’m sure I will enjoy.”
You let out a small laugh. Your first laugh in months. “How much would it cost for both?”
“High price you’re looking at there. I’ll offer a discount since he hit you. If you paid me or not, I’d still want to kill the bastard regardless.”
You stood to your feet, eyes downcast.
“If this doesn’t work —“
“It’ll work. I will make it work.” Toji gazed up into your eyes as his grasp drifted from your waist down to the curve of your behind. “Cause I’ve missed this pretty ass.”
You gasped, gripping his arm. “Not here. What if someone sees?”
But who would be aimlessly wandering through a park at dead of night? It made you wonder what he was doing here.
Toji pulled his touch away. Still, he smirked and rested his chin on his palm. “You would want someone to see, wouldn’t you? A rich wife gettin’ fucked on a park bench like a cheap whore.”
To his amusement, your thighs clenched from his words alone.
“I’m all yours, ma’am. Any way you want me. On my knees, between your thighs, in your bed…”
“What about in your bed?”
“I’ve got nothin’ to offer besides a rundown motel room.”
“Then take me to it.”
Toji nodded. Grasping your waist, he led you onto the street.
It was a short walk. One flight of stairs and a keycard later, you and Toji were alone in a dark room as he slammed the door shut behind him.
All inside it was a single full-sized bed, a mirror, and a nightstand. A separate door led to a tiny bathroom. The hotel room was drab, yet that alone enthused you. Nothing could turn you on more than shedding the facade expected of you. Toji was everything your body desired. A complete opposite to your husband. Strong, reckless, financially unstable — free. Not the type to give a damn about anything that didn’t concern him. It made you curious why he seemed to care at least a little about your situation.
Oh well. You assumed he was only entertaining it to get paid.
Without warning, Toji’s sultry voice whispered in your ear from behind.
“Are you nervous?”
You kept facing away from him though heat rose between your thighs.
“A little. It’s … different now that I’m not in my own house.”
Toji’s lips trailed down your neck. His hands were already shifting the hem of your dress higher.
“There’s nothin’ to be scared of. I’ll take care of you.” He paused before questioning, tenderly massaging your hips, “What do you wish for when you touch yourself?”
“I…”
“Tell me.” Calloused palms now slowly ran up and down the insides of your thighs. “You weren’t too shy to demand what you wanted the first time you had me.”
You breathed out, feeling the tip of his nose brush over a sensitive spot on your neck. “I want to feel wanted. To feel beautiful and…”
“Yeah?” Arms held you tight, allowing you to feel his semi-hard length against your spine. Kisses traced your shoulder. One hand cupped your breast, toying with the nipple above the fabric. You let out a quiet moan once the tip of a middle finger grazed your clit. “You want me make love to you in the way a husband should…?”
Hands yanked off your dress, made quick work of your bra clasp. Once clothes were a pile on the floor your eyes met the sight of his bare chest when you faced him. Toji pressed a deep kiss to your lips, raising your chin with his fingers. With only boxers and panties present, you could feel the outline of his cock.
It wasn’t even fully hard and still felt enormous.
The memory made a soft needy moan flee glossed lips. Sprawled on top of your office desk. Ankles above his shoulders. Fuck.
Your back rested on the mattress and his hips came to settle between your legs.
“Where did you get this scar?”
The question caught you off guard. He was staring at your arm. You opened your mouth to answer but no words came. Toji’s eyes narrowed.
“It’s worse under the makeup,” you admitted. “I’m not as beautiful as the first time you saw me — don’t look at me like that.”
He had reached to turn on the light at the nightstand. That’s when the interest in his eyes became blatant.
“Like what?”
“Like I mean something to you.”
Toji froze.
“I’ve known what it’s like to feel worthless.” The warm light flicked on. “There’s a sense of empathy for you there. That’s all.”
Hoisting one of your feet up, Toji kissed the inside, gently pulling off a tight red-bottom heel. Kissed your ankle. Then your calf. The man gradually caressed his way upward making you tremble with anticipation. Warm breaths ghosted every spot his mouth hovered. Your thigh. Your hip. Your stomach. His mouth latched hard onto your nipple. He sucked, eyes closed as though he was losing himself in the taste of your skin.
Toji murmured, “No matter what, you’re still fuckin’ gorgeous.”
Your head fell back as he nipped your other breast between his teeth to leave another mark. The kiss that followed wasn't as desperate or messy as the first. It was warm. Passionate.
Toji’s fingers kneaded the smooth flesh of your thighs. The strength of his physique caged you under his weight, pressed the underside of his dick into the soaked fabric of your panties. A hard rub. A teasing drag. Again. And again. Burning heat lingered on your skin. Your heart raced faster. Faster. Eager. Two of his fingers were sucked into his mouth before pulling your panties to the side.
They shoved past resistance, slipped deep inside your cunt.
“Toji,” you moaned, hips bucking as if it could create more friction. “Please … I — I need –”
“You need me?” The hand against your cunt instantly hastened at a brutal pace. Whines jumped an octave, your legs trying to close, to run from the onslaught of pleasure. “I’m honored.”
After being denied and belittled for months, Toji was singlehandedly providing heaven. Barely intelligible curses came through your lips as your core clamped. There was an ache much deeper, a longing, and you rocked into his touch in a frail attempt to settle it.
A hand maneuvered between your bodies to grip the thick protrusion straining beneath his boxers. Hips subconsciously jerked. You squeezed. Slow. Firm. Tempted him through the fabric to catch a glimpse of how much he was holding back. His fingers withdrew from your hole to grip the sheets.
Toji was indeed struggling to hold back.
“Thought you’re paying me to please you — fuck…”
“And yet, you seem to enjoy being used.”
Soaked warmth met the tip peeked over the waistband of his navy blue boxers.
Lust-filled eyes. Rugged breaths. Toji unknowingly bucked, tensing when the tip caught at your entrance before slipping back up to your clit. The motion continued over and over until he was noisily dry thrusting. Your nails tangled in his hair. Sturdy arms held you. Toji groaned into your shoulder with eyebrows furrowed, eyes shut tight. Sweating. Pulled taut by the messy humping.
You whimpered, referring to the lewd squelch with every deep drag of his dick, “Do you hear that?”
Toji all but growled, his mind lost in euphoria. “Can feel it even more.”
“Don’t s — stop, right there —“
“Bless me with more of your voice, baby.”
A particular drag had you mewling against his earlobe. Toji shivered at the sound. There was no exaggeration; the man could truly cum from your voice alone.
You pulled him closer to playfully whisper in his ear.
“Should I call you a good boy next?”
The smirk on your face made Toji sneer.
“First time you tried teasing me I thought you’d learned your lesson by gettin’ fucked into your desk.”
“I guess I’m as stubborn as you.” You pressed the tip in just barely, savoring the way his nails clawed your back, before grinding against it once more. “Don’t know if I want you to fuck me just yet.”
“You want to play games?” Toji grunted, dragged your moist panties down your thighs with one hand. Drenched, glistening folds were exposed to soft lamplight. “Have it your way.”
Boxers were yanked down to his knees to reveal a dick that was so hard it looked angry. Thick, veined, light red in color at the tip. God, you could never get tired of seeing it. He held the base and lined up, teasing the fat head against your entrance. Just barely. Just enough to make you twitch. Toji then slapped it onto your hole. Once, twice, three times before you spoke up.
“Toying with your food?”
“I guess ‘my food’ would be the right thing to call yourself.” He dropped to his knees. Legs were placed over his shoulders. “Cause that’s what I intend on making you. Haven’t eaten in two days.”
With that last comment you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not but, once his mouth was on you, you didn’t much care to.
A response couldn’t be summoned as his tongue flicked your clit. Ardent eyes monitored every breath, every crease. Every motivation needed to make you squirm.
Toji breathlessly groaned, lost in his desire and drunk off your taste.
“Somehow always find myself on my knees for you,” he murmured. “Can I touch myself this time, ma’am?”
Absentmindedly nodding, your hips rut into his tongue. Immediately his hand was fisting his cock as his mouth never stopped working you.
Determined to bring you to the brink, three fingers pumped deep. Drool spilled over your pearl, dribbled onto your hole. The tips of his fingers curled, repeatedly rubbing a spot that made your thighs wrap around his head tight as your cries filled the room. Locked in place, Toji groaned. All his senses had no choice but to focus on the beautiful woman laid in front of him. It wasn’t clear who was consuming the other anymore.
He couldn’t stop himself from stroking his dick faster.
All of a sudden he pulled away from you. A needy whine complained as he climbed onto the bed, laid on his back.
“C’mere. Ride me.”
Soon you were hovered over his length. Faced away from him. You lowered slowly with wobbly legs, gripping his thighs when his tip breached your folds.
It was a slow descent. Toji loved every second of it.
“Yes… ” you moaned, pressing him in inch by inch, “I — I missed this.”
When you slowly started riding — his length only halfway inside — his pelvis jerked to push deeper. But then, each time, you would raise off of him a little more. Toji let out a grunt of frustration. Fought the urge to sink in. It’d only take one hand and an ounce of strength to slam you down.
God, he was certain you were still fucking teasing him.
From this position you could view a tall mirror on the wall in front of you.
Sweaty, moaning, bouncing on a dick that looked way too big to fit while love bites covered your neck. Any semblance of facial expression was gone. Reduced to lustful eyes and parted lips. Toji appeared equally destroyed behind you. Back against the headboard. Core muscles rigid. Precum leaked down his cock. Sweat-slicked hair stuck to his forehead while groans spilled from his mouth, chest rising and falling faster with every minute that passed. If thoughts could form in your brain you’d argue Toji looked more broken than you.
“Baby,” he groaned, “you feel so damn good. Take it all the way, will you? I‘m goin’ crazy.”
You regained enough control to smirk at him over your shoulder. “Is that why your toes are curling so hard, hun? Who’s getting fucked here, me or you?”
“Should know better than to taunt me with that fuckin’ mouth —“
“Prove —“
Before you could complete your taunt, Toji had yanked you backward. Your back slammed into his chest. He maneuvered your legs up into a V, hooked his elbows under your knees, and held them. His fingers locked behind your neck.
Then, his thrusts pummeled faster.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you squealed. Trapped in his hold, nowhere to run. Merciless thrusts had shoved his way deeper. The sight of his cock stretching you open was obscene. Toji watched through the mirror, a triumphant smirk stretched on lips.
“Can’t talk shit when your mouth’s busy screamin’ for me, hun?”
“T — Toji!”
“Keep this leg up.”
He lowered one of his hands to toy with your clit. That’s when you lost it.
Quivering, shuddering, your free leg struggled to stay in place. A unique feeing built between your legs. It squeezed at your core till every muscle in your body clenched. Moaning, your leg fought against his grip, your back arched within the little space it was allowed to. You cum hard, harder than ever before. The brain in your skull turned to mush as you squirted. Onto his dick, his thighs, the cheap mattress.
“Watch yourself in the mirror. Don’t you dare blink.” As your climax passed, Toji laughed cockily at your fucked out moans. “Who’s gettin’ fucked here, baby, me or you?”
Your next words meant to be playfully harsh, but they only came as a pitiful whine.
“F — fuck you.”
Finally, his motions stopped.
Only so he could harshly throw you to the mattress.
Toji pinned you on your back. His entire length was suddenly slammed into you with one thrust, thumb furiously rubbing your clit without pause. Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire. Overwhelmed to the point where you were trying to inch away from the nonstop pleasure. Fully submerged within your tightness Toji moaned in genuine bliss.
“That’s it. All the way...” The thick intrusion barely fit past your folds. Your pussy had been crammed full. Manicured nails dug into his back muscles deep enough for him to grit his teeth. “Ohh, relax — baby you need to relax you’re squeezing the life outta me.”
As your eyes rolled back, no part of your brain comprehended his request, instead clenching your muscles tighter around the intrusion.
Toji pounded deep, invasive. With no mercy, punishingly demanding ruts made your legs shake uncontrollably. Slamming your head into the headboard over and over so hard you worried it’d break. Fingers tightened around your throat until you could no longer breathe without struggle, then his pace only grew faster. Hips hammered. Relentlessly slammed into your g-spot spot with bulling force. Every thrust punched out airless cries.
“Raise your legs,” he instructed, “Make your feet touch the fucking headboard.”
Once the soles of your feet were planted, one of his hands gripped the headboard tight. Your walls were pulsating. An empty moan escaped as you squirted on his length the second time for the night. As you gasped for breath and shuddered, Toji drilled you through it all. And, when the pleasure subsided, his clasp on your neck finally unlocked.
Air flooded burning lungs.
You breathlessly whispered. “Cum in me, Toji.”
Toji’s body had already began to shake.
“Yes ma’am.”
Peering over his shoulder you glanced at the mirror. You couldn’t contain a moan at the sight of his giant body pummeling yours. Red scratch marks where you had dug your nails ran down the height of his back.
He cursed. “Can’t wait to fuck my cum into this pussy again. Been thinking about it since —“
Toji cut himself off with a trembling groan.
Testing his limits, you grasped his neck the same way he had yours.
It was a weak hold. The mere feeling of your hands wrapped around his throat sent his pleasure soaring to new heights. A deep-stemmed selfishness loved the frail sense of control you thought you had. His sweaty forehead pressed onto yours.
“If you’re gonna choke me do it hard. Make it hurt, baby.”
Your grasp on him strengthened until his eyes shut tight.
He wheezed, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Thick and furious, the tip battered your sweet spot again and again as your body spasmed. Toji was desperate to reach his high, a rush he’d been right on the edge of for far too long. Thrusts became sloppy and uneven, thrashing you into a headboard now crushed beneath his grip. His orgasm was so, so intolerably close to that frantic need completely overpowered his mind.
The man buried himself within your quivering hole while gasping incoherencies. Warm cum erupted. His hips stilled.
Toji whispered breathlessly with voice cracks between his words while his cock throbbed inside you with each flow of his release.
“God … all that f — fuckin’ cum ...”
“That should keep the curse away,” you mumbled as he released a heavy exhale.
“For now,” Toji struggled to garner the will to pull out. “Whenever those feelings start to come back just hire me, ma’am. I’m ready whenever you want me.”
He thrusted one more time, grinding his seed deeper before withdrawing.
You watched him step off the bed and disappear into the bathroom. Toji emerged with a towel in his hand. “I’m providing a full service,” he offered with a shrug. You twitched when the cold towel touched your core. Carefully, the man cleaned you up like you were the most precious woman in the world. Toji then lazily threw the towel to the floor. “You’re real sensitive tonight. Did you eat those chocolates in your office?”
“No, I just — wait, I don’t remember telling you they were in my office. Or the stimulants I bought were chocolates.”
Your eyes widened as Toji chuckled.
“I ate them. A lot of them. Thought you would’ve realized by the way I was on my knees whining like a dog.”
A phone was suddenly in front of your face. As the camera flashed you gazed at it with exhaustion.
He assured, also tossing his phone to the ground, “It’s for my own personal reasons. Don’t get too sleepy. You’re paying for a whole night, remember?”
You planted a kiss on his lips.
“In that case, I’m not finished with you yet.”
Toji sighed, leaning into your mouth, “I just cleaned you up.”
“And I want more, Toji.”
Lying on his back, he tiredly watched as your face found its way to his softening dick. When you slowly licked up his thigh a quiet groan flew from his throat. Toji calmed his nerves. Willed himself into getting ready to take you again. All newfound courage disappeared as soon as his tip was sucked into the warm wetness of your mouth. His teeth gritted from the overstimulation, a grunt slipping through.
“You really like being used, don’t you? And you did say I’m buying you for the entire night…”
Toji gripped the sheets as your mouth began its descent. “I hope you know how much of a brat you are.”
You pulled off him with a pop. Globs of spit trickled down, pooled at the base.
“Too weak to tame me? You came twice in a row without issue last time.”
“I had a shit-ton of aphrodisiacs in my system — dammit,” Toji tangled his fist in your hair. Pressing you down hard, he groaned from the feeling of you gagging until your nose brushed his happy trail. When you try to pull back, his strength kept you from doing so. “No. When I’m forcing you to take it all, you better take it. Swallow this dick. I remember you bein’ real good at it.”
Both of his hands were at the sides of your head. Guided you up, then stuffed your throat again. Again. Again. Watery eyes stared deep into his as he recklessly fucked your mouth. Toji was overstimulating himself. You could see it in the way his form squirmed and jerked. Only then did his hold on you break. Sucking his balls into your mouth, your hand jerked his uncut cock from a little below the tip, thumb massaging the frenulum.
His physique writhed. A husky whine escaped his throat before he could stop it.
“I love when you’re sensitive,” you teasingly marveled at his expression; his half-lidded eyes.
“Shut it,” he groaned, holding your head again, “god, your mouth’s so small. Talks a lot of shit for a hole that’s easily plugged full.”
Toji pounded your face. Rough. The vibration of your whimpers wrapped snug around his dick. Leaned on a hand behind him, he sat up. Pupils were large, primal, locked on your tear-streaked face as you took his balls in your mouth once more. Every time the thumb swiped the head, precum oozed, dripped warm. A redder hue showcased his sensitivity as his dick swelled further.
“You’re going to swallow every drop,” Toji angled his way into your throat, grunting wildly, “s — since you wanted this so fuckin’ bad...”
Heavy streams of cum pumped straight down your throat and forced you to swallow. Strings of cum and spit hung from your lips in glistening threads.
You loudly gasped as Toji turned you over onto your stomach and lifted you onto your hands and knees. The man was growing unhinged, hips grinding into your ass roughly.
“I — I thought you would need time to rest.”
“You were right, calling me stubborn.” Toji rubbed his cock along your clit. Fuck, he was so sensitive the simple motion damn-near hurt. Even so, he was never one to shy away from pain when hardheadedness took control. “You’re about to feel it. Good thing this pussy’s still wet for me.”
A cry tore your throat raw as your hole stretched to accommodate him. Toji fought the urge to cry out himself while your warmth gripped his swollen, spent cock.
“Couldn’t stop fucking my hand for months.” Toji huffed, fucked into you with a maddening rhythm. His pace stuttered. Moans came out broken, voices breathy with pleasure. The angle beckoned the sloppy pound of his hips against your ass. “Even balls deep inside a prostitute I couldn’t stop thinking of this. You ruined me, pretty girl. I want you to break me more.”
Then he groaned. Leaned until his weight was almost fully reliant on your weaker muscles holding him up. His grip on you was weakening and your loud moans was only further sending his mind into a frenzy.
Panting and whining, your cunt gripped, pulsed hot. An orgasm had you thoroughly clamped on his length. Lips parted, your eyes numbly watched the huge man over you take what he pleased.
He was right there. Seconds from tumbling off the edge. There was no strength to warn you with words, instead emitting loud shaky groans barely suppressed by him biting your shoulder. Erratic thrusts grew faster chasing his high, and Toji was beyond wrecked. The stimulation was too much to handle. All at once, his ragged breaths peaked.
With every violent throb, more and more of his cum spurted until it leaked out from around his length and dribbled onto the sheets. Toji couldn’t stop fucking you, hips flexing with small helpless thrusts. Not until he was thoroughly exhausted, pulled out. A heap of sweat and muscle lying face down on the mattress.
Collapsing, you barely gained the strength to look over at the man. Sweat-slicked hair covered his closed eyes.
“Toji?”
A snore was all that answered.
Much later into the night you were asleep when Toji departed from the motel, smirking down at your peaceful sleeping face. Now, as he stalked towards your estate, it was time to complete his mission. His promise. No outside interference stopped him from peeking through a second floor window to see an old man asleep on a grand king-sized mattress.
The same old man almost screamed when sleep-ridden eyes opened to see Toji standing right in front of his bed. His shout would’ve sounded an alarm to any maids nearby if Toji hadn’t stepped to the bedside to cover his mouth. The hand muffling his noises gripped a knife dangerously close.
“I just have one question.” Toji’s free hand fumbled into his pocket to pull out his phone. He lifted the picture he’d taken. “Are you married to this woman?”
“Yes.” Once Toji’s palm left his mouth, the man raised onto his elbows, tense. “What did you do to my wife?”
“Nothing she didn’t enjoy,” The knife dragged along the man’s shoulder just barely. “I’m sure you won’t enjoy this, though.”
in your debt — toji fushiguro ⤥
[ the financial adultery trilogy pt. 1 ]
synopsis touchstarved toji is heavily dependent on his next payment to buy the best fuck he could get.
pairing toji fushiguro x reader-insert
cw 6.2k, aphrodisiacs, breeding kink, rimming, cunnilingus, foot job, hand job, dirty talk, explicit smut content, vaginal fingering, squirting, praise kink, sex chocolate, rough, making it fit, oral, mutual masturbation, mating press, creampie, multiple orgasms, desperation, orgasm delay, size difference, mindbreak (but only if you squint)
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When dealing with finances, Toji was typically in a tight spot.
Money didn’t come consistently, though it definitely came easily. Lately, hired hits had become far too effortless. There was no fun in them anymore. No adrenaline rush.
Another kill, another, one after the other came and went like summer breeze. Facile. Uncomplicated. It was his job, obviously, and whatever chance at money he had, Toji was known to take. Whether it be targets or gambling, being impulsive was the only way to ignite any interest within him. However … one thing he had a significant less of a chance with, was women.
None managed to capture his interest since she died.
Nonetheless, even if romance was no longer there, lust still was. And, fuck, it was getting out of control. One would think a man as old as him wouldn’t have the hormonal equivalent of a younger, but after months without physical contact he was proven wrong. It’d been too long since he fucked anything besides his own fist. Yeah, cumming all over his own fingers relieved him for the moment. By time the refractory period concluded he was still achingly hungry. Desperate for warm hole, whether it be a pussy or mouth. Even a softer pair of hands would satisfy him more than his own rough and calloused ridges. A gentle whisper in his ear. A finger tracing his broad, muscled chest.
Of course there was one problem, though. Finances.
Being as reckless as he was, Toji had a bad habit of putting any money he pocketed on gambling. Even if it meant sleeping in the streets afterward. An addict, of a sort. There was also the bad habit of betting on losers only because he saw himself in them.
Prostitutes were too expensive. Strippers couldn’t care less about a man not tipping.
Toji thought he could ignore the cravings. That they’d flee from his mind the same way he processed his grief. Now, that method was only troublesome. Walking down the sidewalk and staring a bit too hard at any sight of cleavage that passed by. Trailing his eyes down lower just to get a peek at the curvature of a nicely shaped ass.
Next time he was offered a job, Toji planned to use his earnings on the best fuck he could get.
Luckily for him, he had an offer within a week.
“It’s a light job, but the woman is offering to pay plenty. Way more than necessary.” Kong Shiu laughed on the other end of the phone line. Toji could hear a cigarette being lit. “Way more than any client has offered before too.”
Toji slurped hungrily from a cheap bowl of ramen. “Sure it’s not a scam?”
“It’s no scam. Her husband’s filthy rich. She wants you to kill someone she believes has been stalking her. I’m sure it’ll be easy. No sweat. I’ll text you the details and the address to receive your payment from if you’re in.”
“Im in.”
That’s how Toji ended up here. Standing in front of a million-dollar mansion that eerily reminded him of the estate he lived on as a child. The Zenin estate. As soon as those memories came flooding back, he drowned them out by pressing doorbell five more times.
Just as Shiu predicted, it was one of Toji’s easiest kills yet. A random ready to rob at the first chance, a bulletin board in his apartment showcasing his plan to do so. One shot to the skull and it was over. Now he would enough money to fulfill every selfish desire he held back.
Sex, gambling, and gluttony. Everything a man like him craved.
With another impatient push to the doorbell a meek woman answered the door wearing a maid outfit. She greeted him with a smile and a bow. “You must be Mr. Fushiguro. Please come in. My madam is currently busy but I can take you to where you can sit and wait.”
Toji shrugged. “Yeah, whatever.”
Following the maid, he found himself in a dimly lit office. Only the low lights of candles casted shadows onto the desk and bookshelves. Once the maid left him alone, Toji couldn’t help but peek through belongings. No intention to steal, merely examine. What type of woman would call a hitman on a stalker and pay six figures for it?
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. All typical things one would find in an office … until he eyed a tin hidden behind a row of books.
Pulling it into the light, he wrenched it open.
Chocolate.
Very expensive-looking chocolate.
Packaged in gold. Lots of them too.
Why hide chocolate in an office?
Meh, whatever. Who knew when he’d be able to taste such a luxurious treat again?
Without thinking, he grabbed four chocolates from the tin, unwrapped them all and tossed each into his mouth. He savored the sweetness while tucking the wrappers into his pocket to hide the evidence. Only after he’d ingested them all — greedily taking one more once he realized how good they tasted — did he check the label, wondering who was responsible for making something so sweet.
Premium Fast-Acting Aphrodisiac Chocolate.
[recommended amount per usage - 1/2 unit]
One day, his impulsiveness would surely kill him.
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath, closing the tin and shoving it back into its hiding spot.
Okay, this wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Toji wouldn’t have to linger here for too long. All he had to do was collect his money then leave. Follow through with his original plan. Fuck the brains out of some high-priced prostitute. Perhaps they’d see his hard-on and pity him enough to lower the price. That all depended on getting out of here before the effects kicked in and his brain was still in his head, not between his legs.
Yet, he was still alone in the office.
Forty minutes came and went.
Toji shuffled in his seat, feeling his body heat rise.
Another quiet curse. The room was starting to feel too hot. A hand to his chest proved his heartbeat had sped up. The same hand couldn’t stop itself from drifting lower, feeling along his tense abs before settling on the print in his pants, throbbing to life against his thigh.
There was that ache again.
The overwhelming need to be touched.
He wasn’t thinking clearly as he spread his legs wide, toying with himself.
What he would give to have a beautiful woman losing herself on his cock right now.
“I apologize for the wait.”
Toji immediately stood, snapping out of his fantasies. When he looked toward the newcomer profound arousal only ached him more. You were beautiful. Dangerously beautiful. And, on top of that, you were only wearing a silk robe, no makeup or accessories, your hair a mess on your head. When you walked past him he could smell your perfume.
It took everything in him not to moan out loud.
He couldn’t find words to say, so he merely stared at you like he was stupid.
Meanwhile, you tilted your head to the side, curious why the overly large man was breathing and sweating like he just won a track race.
That small movement made his gaze trail to the soft skin of your neck, appearing so unbelievably ready to be sucked on.
Fuck, what was he thinking?
“I need my payment.” He finally spoke, his voice sounded hoarser than usual. “Give it to me, and I’ll be on my way.”
You leaned against your desk and crossed your arms.
“About that. I unfortunately won’t be able to pay you. My husband froze my bank account an hour ago. Main reason why you waited so long was because I’m trying to get the issue sorted. It’s a long story but I can have the money for you…” you glanced down at the calendar on your desk, “within five days. By Thursday —“
“No, ma’am, that wasn’t the deal.” Toji’s hands clenched into fists. “I killed the target today, which means I get paid today. I’m not believin’ any financial excuses when you live in a mansion like this one.”
You sighed.
“It’s not an excuse. Truth be told, my husband found out I was buying stimulants behind his back and assumed I was cheating. All because he hired a stalker to report my every movement to him. The same stalker you killed today.”
That caught his attention. “Oh? Were you cheating?”
“Nope,” you let out a frustrated sound, “I only used them for when I’m … y’know … pleasing myself. Before my husband left for work earlier he made some calls and froze all my money so please, mister, give me until Thursday and I assure that you will get paid.”
“You only use them on yourself? Why’s that?”
“Cause it’s the most pleasure I can get. My husband doesn’t —“ you cleared your throat, realizing you were giving too much information to a stranger, “Look, if you truly need money fast how about I give you one of those gold statues in the entryway. Or maybe some of my jewelry. You could sell them and —“
“No, no, I need money. Cash. Tonight.”
Or else he’d be spend another night stuck in a hotel room fucking his fist with no relief. With an intense amount of aphrodisiac rupturing through his veins, who knew if his fist would even be enough.
“Well what’s so important you need money tonight, specifically? Perhaps I can handle it for you. My husband’s name carries weight.”
“It’s something personal. Something your husband’s name can’t fix.”
“Then I’m truly sorry.”
Toji winced at a hard throb in his pants, the small friction generating a sudden wave of arousal. He sunk onto the chair.
Elbows rested on his knees, body hunched. To you it appeared as though he was pouting like an overgrown manchild. In actuality he was trying to settle his nerves. Doing his best to hide the growing protrusion in his pants, but you could certainly see the tremble in his limbs, the way he was barely holding back. A guttural growl. Teeth sharp behind parted lips.
The man looked desperate.
“Geez, you look like you’re about to cry and it’s making me feel guilty. I’ll try my hardest to speed up the process, alright? Make it three days instead of five.” The silkness of your robe brushed along his forearm as you moved towards the office door. “You can see your way out —“
You suddenly felt a hand wrap tight around your wrist, stopping you.
“Don’t go,” he rasped, “I just — I need —”
“Do you truly need money that bad? Just what kind of predicament did you find yourself in?”
“The kind that’ll make me fuck you hard till we’re both cryin’.”
“Wha — !”
He yanked you until you found yourself sitting on his lap. That’s when you felt it, and the contact alone was enough to have his head falling back.
Strong hands gripped your ass tight. When his gaze met you again, one of your breasts were exposed. Toji refused to touch — despite how much he craved to — because you were still staring down at his crotch in shock and he wasn’t sure how far you’d allow him to take this.
“Pay me with your body.”
One of Toji’s hands disappeared into his pants. Stroking his dick. Squeezing the tip.
“I’ll take anything. Even if you’ll just sit there and look pretty for me.”
Meanwhile, you felt disgusted with yourself.
Not because of his suggestion, but because you were ready upon request. Toji’s big, muscled body begging for release managed to unravel you with the monstrous tent in his pants alone. Heat pooled low in your stomach. When his hand settled on your thigh, you had to bite back a whimper. Even through your robe his touch felt like it could boil the skin beneath.
His hand grabbed yours and, before you could react, guided it where he was furiously fucking his hand, pressing your palm against the motions.
You could feel the heaviness of him despite the fabric. Could feel him throb as soon as your touch made contact. Toji felt it all the same. Your pussy leaking a wet spot onto his pants. Your thighs clenching around his waist. He chose to tease the glans around his tip since the lower half of his cock was seated under you. Another surge of arousal hit him and he couldn’t hold back a full, open-mouthed moan.
Footsteps outside your office door. Most likely an oblivious maid. The sound broke your sweltering focus.
"Sir — "
"Toji." He corrected though his voice was strained. His hips pressed harder into your touch and he buried his face in your shoulder to muffle the sound that escaped. Toji’s breath hot against your neck. His whole body trembling with the effort of staying quiet. "And I know. I’m sure you need this, though. I need something like this too."
A surprisingly needy whimper came muffled against your shoulder.
"Just need something.” He repeated deliriously. “Anything."
"There’s people here," you whispered. Yet, you were already moving your hand, palming him. Your own body screamed for relief from the heat between your thighs. “My maids. They’ll report this to my husband if we’re caught. He could have you killed.”
"I don't care." His voice cracked. "I don't — fuck, I don't care. Just keep touching this dick, baby."
His other hand slid lower down your thigh, leaving a trail of heat.
"Can I — "
You were panting, grinding harder on his bulge. "Please."
Without a moments hesitation his thumb felt at your clit through the robe. Already moaning, your body shivered. It felt good. Entirely too good. Newfound friction from hands that weren’t your own. Combined with the feeling of him throbbing under your palm, twitching whenever you squeezed, it was almost too much.
Toji couldn’t help but smirk.
Looks like he wasn’t the only one deprived.
You could hear two maids conversing with each other in the hall, but Toji’s fingers never stopped moving, rubbing frantic circles. "I bet you’d feel so good bouncing on this dick," he whispered into your neck. "So fucking good and tight — I’m gonna cum. I’m … the ache’s only getting worse …”
He bit down on your shoulder to keep from crying out. The feeling was building, intensifying, his whole body wound tight.
But when his canines dug deep enough for a sharp pain to shoot through, a tiny piece of your composure managed to crawl its way back into your brain. You pulled off him, backing away until your hips hit the desk.
Toji didn’t stop stroking himself though, breathing heavy through his nose as he gazed lustfully upon your dishevelment. His eyes were completely dark. His brain no longer active anymore. Any thought process came straight from the dick rutting into his hand.
“Sorry, I can’t do this. I — I’m married.”
“He doesn’t satisfy you. I will.”
“Okay, pause, just hold on a minute.”
Toji growled, slightly annoyed that you were making him stop right at the cusp of an orgasm. Still, he did as he was told, ripping his hands away and sitting on them to bury the urge. His cock pulsed, his thighs tensing in preparation for an orgasm that wasn’t given a chance to come.
“You’ve got guts edging a man who can barely think straight,” Toji groaned through gritted teeth.
One of your eyebrows arched. “And you’ve got guts seducing a woman who hired you. I want an explanation.”
“I wanted the money to pay for pussy, happy now?”
“You don’t have any women in your life?”
“Clearly don’t,” Toji stood. “Listen lady, I completed a job without compensation. Now you’re in debt to me. Seeing how much we’re both craving this, I’m demanding you pay off the debt with your body.”
Demanding was a harsher word usage than intended. But, by fear of exposing how weak he truly was at the moment, Toji refused to let his vulnerability show.
Or perhaps he should. You could witness first hand your impact on him in the short minutes since he first laid eyes on you.
“If you’re demanding me to pay off my debt with my body,” your gaze drifted lower to the bulge in his pants, “why does it seem like you need this more than I do?”
The man before you sighed.
Then, Toji did something you never thought he would.
He lowered onto his knees. A large hand wrapped around your ankle, leading your toes to brush against his groin. His chest rose and fell heavier than before.
“Because I do,” he whispered never breaking eye contact, licking his lips as he pressed your foot against him, “Can you feel how much I do, ma’am?”
Toji looked so damn fuckable on his knees like this. Well, he was undoubtedly attractive standing up too. But now with worshipping eyes gazing into yours, lips slightly parted, hips thrusting into the curve of your foot, Toji had willingly placed himself in the position of a mutt. And based on the eager throbbing in his pants, he loved it.
“If that’s the case, would you be satisfied just using my foot?”
“If that’s all you wish to offer. But we both know that wouldn’t be enough for you.” He spoke through gritted teeth now that you were moving your foot in time with his ruts. “And don’t expect me not to demand more. More of your voice. More of you.”
A neatly pedicured big toe gently brushed along the head of his dick. The man below you doubled over. A shaky groan muffled into the side of his arm. An animal in heat.
How strong were those damn chocolates?
“My voice alone would be enough to get you off? How long have you been so pent up?”
“Too long.” His forehead pressed against your leg. Smooth unblemished skin was mere inches from his mouth, delectable in the low candlelight. So badly he wanted to kiss, to lick, to bite. “A nonstop need. A craving. Shit, I — ”
Toji couldn’t find the strength to finish his sentence. Shivering from minuscule pleasure. He pressed the sole of your foot deeper against his bulge, relishing in the pressure that already had him once again on the verge of cumming in his pants. With the tightening of his balls, his body was ready to reach said verge. Even if that meant all he truly would’ve gotten from the beautiful woman above him was a foot job.
Well, he wasn’t lying when he said he’d take what he could get.
You hummed. “With a body like yours, you could sell yourself easily. This thing feels fucking huge too. It’s near intimidating.”
“Yeah? Let me fuck you stupid with it, pretty girl.”
“Since you’re so eager, how about you eat this pussy first? Under one condition, you don’t touch yourself while you do.” Toji was embarrassingly close to releasing a whine when you moved your foot away. “I enjoy seeing such a strong man like you needy like this.”
Toji’s gaze zeroed in on your pussy as soon as you hiked up the edges of your robe. No panties.
It was pathetic how horny he was getting over seeing his first pussy in ages. His palm was already stroking the confines of his cock just envisioning being inside.
“Sure your husband won’t be too mad, ma’am?”
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
“And since you’re supposed to be paying me, I’ll agree as long as I choose the position,” he retorted.
“Deal.”
Toji was on his feet before you could blink. You gasped when his lips suddenly found yours, his hands running along your sides. They grabbed at your ass through the robe. Spread it to hear your wet folds spread along with. Warm lips trailed down your chin to suck on your neck. Fingers tangled in your hair and pulled your head back, exposing more of your throat to him.
“Fuck…”
“Hm?” He grinned, feeling your soft fingers curl in his hair to keep him close. You were short compared to him and his body engulfed yours, leaning down further to kiss down your chest. “If I’m gonna taste a woman, I make sure to taste her everywhere.”
The man in front of you was a much different experience from your husband. Unlike the person you married, this one was priding himself on caressing every inch of your skin. Multitasking every moment he could. If his hands were touching you his mouth had to be on you too, never relenting. Gently, one of your nipples was sucked into his mouth while he pinched and teased the other.
You whined, feeling his knee find its way between your thighs. “W — with a mouth like yours I’m surprised you’re not married.”
“I was. That’s not important right now.” He backed away, though the warmth on your skin didn’t subside. “Turn around and stand on your tiptoes. Legs spread. Bend over the desk, too. Make sure to keep your back arched.”
You did as he instructed.
Toji’s heat was behind you now. He kissed and licked everywhere he could. The backs of your ears, your shoulder blades. All the while, you could feel his hips grinding into the curvature of your ass. In desperate need of some more friction, they shifted faster as he tried to hold onto whatever control he thought he had.
“Yeah.” He pressed down on your lower back to maintain the arch you were distracted from keeping. You jolted in surprise when one of his hands suddenly came down hard on your ass cheek. “Could cum just from this.”
“Hey don’t forget we had a deal —“
Your sentence was cut off by a moan when a rather large finger slipped inside you. Another spank landed.
“I’m teasin’ myself here. Makin’ myself as needy as I can for you.” He kneeled on the floor once more. The next words hit your pussy alongside warm puffs of air, sending a tremble through you. “I’ll keep my hands on ya’ so you know I’m not breaking my promise. As long as you keep that back arched, legs spread, and heels up.”
You opened your mouth to reply but you only ended up biting the fabric of your robe instead. His warm, soaked tongue had already found its way to your clit.
“Oh God,” you whimpered.
Behind you, Toji was against your cunt. He hadn’t lifted your robe, opting instead to shove his head underneath. All he could focus on was the meal waiting to be feasted upon, nothing in his peripherals to distract him. His hand ran up and down your thighs. As expected, your pussy was the closest he’d ever get to tasting ambrosia.
A sweet nectar he lapped up like the starving dog he was.
“Got me all worked up. All wanting. My dick’s so stiff I’m lightheaded and my balls so full they’re killin’ me.” He groaned. “It’s harder to not fuck my fist when you smell and taste so good, sweetheart.”
You absentmindedly dropped onto your heels when two fingers find their way inside you. A sharp spank follows. Another spank, and rough hands forced you to raise onto your tiptoes in spite of your shaky legs.
It was filthy. The way you could hear his slobber mix with the wetness leaking around the fingers now crammed inside you, feel the tip of his nose brush your perineum. Toji inhaled deep like an addict getting a fix. It wasn’t long before his tongue circled your nub, sucking it past his wet lips. The way he was moaning you would’ve thought he was the one feeling it. Your legs twitched, about to close. But, he gripped at your thigh tight, fingers sinking into the soft flesh and holding you open for his ravenous mouth.
Your hand reached behind you, pressing his head forward till he couldn’t breathe, grinding into his face. “Oh you’re so good…”
Toji saw the way you were struggling, too lost in pleasure to keep your legs wide.
He added another finger.
An orgasm wrecked you without warning. You moaned his name and your back curled sharply as you squirted all over his face. You arched so hard you almost escaped his unrelenting attack on your pussy but a firm hand held you still.
Even as you came down from your high he refused to stop.
Wait, was he even breathing?
“I — I can’t take anymore.”
Either he didn’t hear you or he didn’t care to.
“Toji,” you whined, “please, I’m sensitive.”
Legs tensed when his tongue drifted higher, teasing at a different hole though he never stopped fingering your pussy open. Face shamelessly stuffed between your cheeks.
Your eyes rolled back. “Y — you’re fucking nasty … you freak.”
But Toji just chuckled when you leaned further into his mouth.
He stood up to take his first breath in minutes, withdrawing his fingers to suck on them while you tiredly rolled onto your back. A proud smirk on his face. Toji leaned over and let his tongue fall out of his mouth, showcasing your wetness and his spit dripping from his tongue. Without thinking, you held him close. Bringing your lips together in a kiss you sucked his tongue into your mouth.
Toji teased, pressing his hips between your thighs, “Just as nasty as me, baby.”
You couldn’t help the way your legs fell open wider. Couldn’t stop the way your hips chased pressure. Your head tipped against his shoulder and his low voice only made it worse.
"You're so wet," he murmured onto your lips. "Makin’ a mess of me."
You couldn’t find words, so you pawed at the edge of his pants. He easily took the hint; lowered the cloth and his boxers, just enough to expose his length. It was only then that Toji truly realized how sore it was. So erect the tip was a blushing red, stiff enough to stand on its own and dripping precum.
“Touch it,” he murmured against your neck, “I’ll die if I have to wait longer. It fuckin’ hurts.”
Then, Toji saw the pure shock on your face, though intrigue was present too. You sat up to grip his heavy cock.
Just like your feet, your hands were also pretty, soft, feeling so much better on him than his own ever did. While you gently ran your fingertips along it, Toji finally rid himself of his shirt. You took the opportunity to spread your touch across his chest, feeling every muscle. The man was built how you imagined a Greek god would be. Strong arms. An even stronger chest. A dick most men would be jealous of.
“Scared?” He questioned cockily, though his knees almost buckled when you started slow stroking his length.
“Excited.”
You spit in your hand before stroking him faster.
“Touch yourself.” Toji wrapped his hand around yours, moving in time to stroke his cock. “Give me a show.”
Your free hand wasted no time slipping two fingers in. Toji shuddered upon hearing the squelch. Knowing you were using his spit as lube made his cock twitch. His hips thrusted, nudging your pussy. God, his body still felt unbearably warm. One thrust. Only one deep thrust and Toji could finally be fully seated inside you.
And you were so close, so so desperately close —
“I want it. Please, just fuck me,” you begged, eyes staring deep into his, “can’t you hear how wet I am for you?”
Toji growled. “Don’t talk like that or I’ll cum before I even put it in.”
“Please, I wish to actually cum on a dick for the first time.”
“Your husband can’t make you cum?”
“No.”
“Good,” Toji lined the tip with your entrance before pushing in. “Now I get to show you how a real man does it.”
You sucked in a breath. Moaned and grabbed at his forearms. At first the stretch wasn’t too much. At first. But then the man above you just kept sinking deeper.
“Ohh fuck …” you whispered gripping his shoulders.
With every inch your mind was submerging. All you could comprehend was him. The taste of his spit lingering on your tongue, the sound of his stuttering groans, the sight of his sweaty chest hovering above yours in the warm candlelight. It was all more than enough to make your toes curl. Cause, even now, Toji was still going deeper.
And, mentally, Toji wasn’t doing any better.
He was purposefully inching as slow as possible.
Right as the tip breached, his jaw locked. An urge to cum prickled his core and warned him to take this slow. But, fuck, just watching his first beautiful woman in years writhe on his cock was enough to tip him off the edge. A premature string of cum spilled over before he even met halfway. Hands aimlessly searched for anything they could grip without bruising, knocking over a vase before settling on choking a pile of printer paper till his knuckles turned pale.
“Almost.” His eyes shut tight, face screwing up in a wince as he kept pushing further. “Just a little more…”
Your jaw dropped, gasping for breath. Instinctive thighs clenched around his waist. God, the intrusion was too much. So much so you could hardly breathe. Barely think. His dick was bullying its way deeper and, despite the agonizingly slow pressure, it felt so good to feel him claim your depths as his own. No other man you’d been with could reach this deep, spread this thick. Nails dug into the skin of his chest deep enough to sting and drawing red blotches onto pale skin.
Toji merely chuckled in response to the pain inflicted upon him.
“Tryna mark me, baby?”
“Too fucking … I — I can’t …”
“Shh,” his thumb reached between your bodies to toy with your clit, “c’mon, take it like a big girl.”
You moved to push against his hip before your wrist was weakly wrenched away. Toji locked his fingers with yours in a manner that could’ve seemed romantic.
“No, you agreed to use me. That means all of me.” He grunted when your walls unintentionally clenched around him. Looking down at the connection, he released a trembling breath into the warm air of the room. Every nerve in his body was alight with nonstop need. The chocolates were still working their way through his system. “Gotta say, sweetheart, this hole of yours is fuckin’ tight. I’m … I — I’m close to losing my mind just as much as you. Can tell your husband hasn’t been poundin’ this pussy properly.”
Before Toji could reach the hilt he pulled out, stroking the length of him a few times then running it along your wet slit.
A mewl fled your throat as his tip met your clit. Your chance to breathe was soon torn apart. Toji worked his way in again, a lot easier now that your muscles were becoming used to the stretch, your pussy providing as much fluid as it could with determination to take him whole.
“C’mon …” Toji muttered more to himself than you. An equal determination to make it all fit.
And when his hips finally met the backs of your thighs, you both released a deep breath neither of you knew you were holding. Toji slumped over, his chest hovering above yours.
“Such a good girl, taking it all.” His thumb circled your clit faster now that he was buried inside. Your back arched off the table, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. “You should be proud.”
A squeal echoed when he suddenly dragged you by your ankle. Your bottom half was no longer supported by the desk. Lifting your legs, he placed your ankles at his shoulders.
“Damn,” Toji groaned as he worked you open tantalizingly slow. He truly wanted to fuck you faster, hear you scream, but he’d be dammed if he rushed through his first release in months. This was swiftly proving difficult, though. Each thrust was milking him, coaxing him into breeding you full. “You’re real sexy, y’know that? Bastard husband of yours doesn’t deserve a sight like this.”
A rough hand shifted the fabric of your robe to side. Pinching at the exposed nipple, he smirked as your moans grew in volume.
Your feet flexed above his shoulders, anklet jewels jingling next to his ear.
“I’m sorry,” Toji bit his bottom lip, leaning his chest closer to yours so you were completely folded beneath him, your knees pressed to your chest. The lower half of his face was still glistening. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore.
“What? W — what are you talking —“
Your sentence cut, because then he thrusted.
Hard, deep, using his heavy body weight to pummel your hole like he wanted to destroy it. All the while you were stuck, no choice but to take every inch. Each time he was fully sheathed, you let out a cry, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. But you weren’t crying because it hurt, you were crying because it didn’t. The sensations felt overwhelmingly good. His dick slid over spots you never knew you had.
“Why are you cryin’ pretty girl?” Toji huffed, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead.
Your voice tremors. Tears streamed down your cheeks. “I — It feels so good …”
He pounded like a madman with a mix of fondness and ruthlessness that you’d never felt. While his hips slammed your thighs madly, his lips pressed a kiss to your wet cheek. The desk was shaking and creaking with every thrust, starting to slide across the floor as items atop it tumbled to the ground.
“So that’s why you’re clampin’ so nicely on me like a slut. Desperate to cum on this dick, huh? Trembling all over. Sucking me in like a whore — ”
His voice faltered when your walls squeezed tight. Tighter than before with every ring of muscle, as if trying to milk him dry.
“Yes,” Toji held the other side of the desk to stop it from sliding, voice wrecked, eyes dark and hooded. “Take what you want. Use me.”
He withdrew enough to leave only the tip inside. Still rubbing at your clit, he slammed into you hard enough that would've launched the desk forward if he wasn’t holding it still.
“Toji!”
You cum so hard, so fucking hard. Your body writhed, legs shaking against his chest from the sheer force of him filling you completely in one devastating thrust.
“It’s official,” He grinned boyishly, “First to see you cum while still spreading this pretty pussy open.”
Toji breathed out grunts sounding a lot closer to feral growling. Letting his body take full control. Chasing his own release.
“You belong to me,” he vowed, “All this belongs to me now. I own you — fuck your husband. You’re my fuckin’ whore. This is my fuckin’ pussy…”
He hardly registered that he was speaking — more like babbling.
All at once, Toji broke and faltered, cums in you despite his form clearly still seeking more, body acting with a mind of its own while his brain melted to sludge. Brief cramps battered your hips and thighs when he pulled out, lifting his weight off you.
His cock slipped from your hole. You could feel his warm cum dribbling out after it.
“Damn,” you’re breathing heavily, eyes closed, “that was —“
“Still hard.” He grunted. Peeking one exhausted eye open, you saw him suddenly aiming for a different hole. “Maybe if I put it here —“
“Whoa whoa whoa,” you stopped him, sitting up on the desk. “I am not ready to have something that big in there. Use my mouth instead.”
“Gladly. Get on your knees.”
Seeing it up close, you understood why he struggled to fit inside you. He was still hard and heavy, coated in precum, your orgasm, and his own sperm. Smooth and strangely pretty for something so engorged, short dark hair at the base. He grabbed your hair in hand before roughly yanking upward.
Seconds later your head was trapped between his thrusts and the side of the desk, one of his hands leaning on the edge, the other still gripping your hair as he made you swallow his cock. His pants had been pulled down lower to pool around his ankles.
“That’s it. All the way. I see at least your throat has been trained right,” his balls slapped your chin. “Play with that pussy, baby. Unlike — fuck — unlike you, I’ll allow you to relieve yourself while you suck me off cause I’m not a fuckin’ asshole.”
You shot a playful glare up at him as your fingers found their way to the nub between your thighs.
Two calloused fingers pinched your nose.
“Such a good bitch.”
When you sputtered, he released your nose and returned to gripping your hair. His cock stretched your jaw enough for it to moderately hurt, fucking your face as if you were nothing but a mere fleshlight.
Toji let out a low groan, grinding the underside of his dick with your tongue. He took a step closer to keep the entirety of his cock in your throat, your head truly locked between him and the desk now.
"Sweetheart," he groaned unashamed, watching the spit bubbles at the sides of your mouth trail down your chin. Yet, you still looked up at him with the most innocent eyes. “And you had the nerve to call me nasty earlier — ah fuck, sweetheart,” his breathing grew heavier, thrusting shallowly. Between his legs a familiar tingling heat shot through. You must’ve known he was close. Your hand gripped his ass to keep his dick deep. “Y — yeah gonna cum. But I don’t want to cum in your mouth.”
You looked up at him with a questioning look. Your question was soon answered when he wrestled you to the floor. You were face down, ass up as he thrusted back into your pussy, shoving in whole. A barely contained scream ripped your fucked-raw throat.
With each thrust forward his grip slammed you backwards. His head rolled back on his shoulders as he groaned up to the ceiling.
“So tight, I just can’t get enough of creamin’ this pussy.”
His thumb scooped up some of the fluids leaking from you before pressing into your ass. He leaned over to drag his tongue up the side of your throat, palm pawing at your swinging breasts. Groaning animalistic in your ear, biting your shoulder deep enough to leave indents. Your core tightened, moans and whines reaching a new octave as another orgasm slammed into you hard enough for your breath to stutter.
And, as your walls clenched around him, Toji’s hips were starting to lose their pace. This buildup was ten times stronger than the others. So much stronger that his toes were curling against the carpet, form shaking and tensing in tandem with yours, his body hunched over. A string of curses escaped him as his eyes rolled back.
Toji was so close to the edge. He could only handle a few more thrusts, your pussy so wet and tight. A warning sound shot out of him.
"Oh god —" He could hear himself whining. "Oh, god — oh fuck —"
He was struggling, well past the point of no return.
You whimpered clutching the carpet between your fingers. “In me, Toji,” you whispered breathlessly. “I want to feel you cum so deep in me.”
That did it.
As the first strings of cum left him, he tried to fuck his seed into you, but all that did was overstimulate him to hell. A loud moan emerged from his throat, the shout reducing into a pitiful whine when your hand slapped over his mouth. His hips were forced to still. Chest heaving, his cock pulsed, twitching hard and emptying inside the wet heat that beckoned his load.
With one final brutal slam of his hips, Toji rammed himself as deep as he could before collapsing.
His dead weight landed on your back, pressing your chest into the floor.
“Look what you did to me,” a shaky laugh left Toji’s lips as his face snuggled into your neck, “makin’ me cum so hard I can’t stand even if I wanted to.”
You panted.
“Does that mean my debt is clear?”
Toji’s muffled chuckle was lighthearted.
“Depends. Is your husband working tomorrow night too?”