A Pair of Anomalies - Ch. 6
Summary: After a devastating reminder from the Zenin clan about certain expectations, Toji takes you on a date night that makes you forget all about it. CW: MDNI, fluff, soft!dom Toji, road head, p in v, creampie, over stimulation, lots of praise, a lil degradation, mating press, missionary, after care, cuddling. shit is getting real... WC: 8k
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Chapter 6 - Husband & Wife
“Why the hell would I ever think about another woman when I have you?”
“When I have you…”
“I have you…”
You ruminated on those words, they spun in your head over and over until it gave you a headache; trying to understand exactly what he meant by that. Did he mean just about sex - he wouldn’t need another woman to have sex with? Or did it mean more than that?
Your most open conversation yet did yield results. Toji came home more consistently in the evenings, not stumbling in close to midnight and on the verge of blacking out. Instead, returning stone cold sober and by sun down.
The conversations you’d have were fruitful, not just surface level. You were getting to know each other. It all started with an elementary, but genuine idea you proposed. You two would dedicate an hour to each other each day and the ritual would start with either a question or statement; you could ask a question about the other person or you could share something about yourself the other person doesn’t know.
Toji scoffed when you initially proposed the idea, “That’s stupid, like we’re little girls sharing secrets.”
You were a little offended by his reluctance, but didn’t let it show, “Yes! Because that’s what friends do.” You were persistent about making this part of your daily routine and he obliged.
He huffed and puffed about it at first, crossing his arms over his chest, insisting there was nothing worth sharing about himself. He played that up for a few days and then gradually started letting that wall come down.
It started off with generic statements and questions: favorite foods and restaurants, small comforts of life, places you’d like to go, hobbies and personal interests, etc.
You learned the following about him: his favorite color is black, he watches boxing, boat racing, and horse races, he has a crippling sweet tooth, he hates waiting in long lines, and he can move as fast as light.
The last item you learned tonight, he even demonstrated for you and you nearly fell out of bed at the speed he exhibited. He started in his room with the door open and literally in a blink of an eye, he was next to your bed.
You couldn’t believe it and made him do it at least three more times before it fully sunk in.
He was very amused by your utter shock at his ability, “I’ll do it again, but I’m not gonna get any slower.”
“How do you do that?!” You ask in amazement, you reexamined his body, wondering if you’d find anything abnormal you hadn’t spotted before.
“It’s due to my Heavenly Restriction. My body’s always been different, even when I was a kid.”
“But how is that possible with NO cursed energy? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“I don’t know, it’s just the curse I was given.” He muttered as he sat back down on the bed.
“If you can move like that, why were you never put into one of the Zenin units? You’re probably better than their strongest soldier.”
“I am, but they don’t care since I don’t have cursed energy. They never thought I was of any use because of it.” His face muscles tightened, unsure of what emotion he was hiding beneath it.
This was a good time to change to a lighter topic, but your curiosity was overwhelming, “That’s their loss… They have someone as talented as you and just side lined you for that reason alone. Have they ever seen you in action though? They really know what they’re missing out on?”
“Yes, they’ve seen it- plenty of times.” His eyes became void of any life and an eerie silence fell between you two.
“Oh- would they send you out on missions or something?” You were surprised that they could witness his abilities and still not want to utilize him.
“No.” He bit out and you could tell you were treading into murky waters. You knew not to push any further, so you let the silence fill the room. You reeled at what to say next to change the topic.
“My abilities were never of real use to them, instead they used it for their entertainment…” his fist gripped the bed sheet, the whites of his knuckles showed, “When my strength and speed manifested, my father threw me into a pit filled with cursed spirits.”
The image of a frightened, young Toji flashed in your mind; a pit of dread grew in your stomach and a wave of nausea crashed into you as he continued, “My father hoped it would kill me. When it didn’t, they kept doing it. They finally gave up because it wasn’t fun for them anymore. That’s how I got this scar.” He taps the darkened skin running vertically over his lips.
Your mouth fell open in pure horror. You were truly at a loss for words - what is there to say in response to such torment inflicted on a child?
You scoot forward and lay a hand atop his clenched fist, squeezing it in comfort, “I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have pried- I didn’t know.”
He was motionless as he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, “You said you wanted to get to know me better, right?” There’s no inflection in his voice, just a steady monotone cadence that is frightening.
Still unsure of what to say, you inch closer to him. After what he told you, the distance between you two felt cruel. You sat next to him on the edge of the bed, leg pressed into his, wrapping your left arm around him to pull him in closer.
He didn’t move, instead you just moved yourself closer into him. You didn’t say anything, just sat there in the silence and let the comfort of your touch seep into him.
He looks like he’s in a different place, like his mind has taken him back to those horrible memories. You squeeze him tighter with your arm and bring your right hand up to cradle his face, urging him to rest his head on your shoulder.
He catches on to what you’re doing and pulls away from your embrace, “I don’t need coddled. Just because you know this doesn’t mean-”
You cut him off with a forceful yank on his side, “Shut up,” you say it with a sincereness that works. He huffs and stops resisting, letting his head fall to your shoulder. You continue cradling his head, rubbing your thumb along his jawline.
His body relaxes into yours, feeling his weight push into you. You now sit in a comforting silence, not needing him to say anything else; just needing him to know you’re here.
You cease the moment to ask for something you’ve wanted since your wedding night, “You should stay in here tonight.”
He doesn’t reply for a moment and your heart starts to pound, dreading that maybe your request was taking it too far.
He sincerely asks, “Why?”
“I don’t like sleeping alone.” It’s not the whole truth, but close enough. You don’t like sleeping without him.
“I spread out in bed and toss n turn a lot, you’ll probably kick me out of the bed before morning.” He sounds weary, like you might be messing with him.
“It’ll be fine.” You pat his cheek and pull away, “C’mon, I’m tired.” You’re afraid if you don’t get him in bed now, he’ll change his mind. You don’t wanna leave him much time to think about his decision.
You scoot back to your original spot and pull the covers back, waiting for him to join you. He stares at the empty space next to you like you just asked him to jump into lava. This same man who’s been inside you is acting like being next to you in bed is taking things too far.
You see the hesitancy, the way his body is locked up; he’s clenching his teeth so hard that his neck muscles are taught. You pat the space next you, reassuring him that you want him here.
He finally takes his place next to you, sliding under the covers and turning on his side. He doesn’t say a word as he settles in, facing away from you.
You kinda assumed he wouldn’t face you, even though a small piece of you had hoped he would. You turn on your side; mirroring him and nestle into the mattress. You’d much prefer being nestled into his side and stealing his body heat, but this will do. Just having him in here, next to you for the first time - that’s enough to soothe that incessant ache in your heart.
Both of you take turns fidgeting with the sheets, moving your legs around before getting comfortable.
He breaks the long silence, “Get some rest, you got a hot date tomorrow.” You can hear the smile on his face as he speaks.
You almost forgot- your date is tomorrow, your first real date.
You chuckle quietly, giddy with excitement over the reminder, “Good night, Toji.”
You lay there with butterflies humming in your stomach at the fact your husband is finally sharing a bed with you. You silently wish to yourself this will be the new normal.
And eventually, the silence and darkness lolls you both to sleep.
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You’re shook from a deep sleep by a rhythmic knock at the door. When your eyelids pull back, your vision is blurry from sleep and you blink to clear it.
There’s a weight across your stomach that awakens you more. You tilt your chin down and see it’s Toji’s arm- stretched across your mid section. He’s on his side next to you, not close enough for skin to skin contact. But close enough you can feel his warmth radiating off him and into you.
WHY does someone have to disrupt this?! Now you have to move him and answer the door. You lift his arm up enough so that you can slip out from under him. You immediately miss the weight of him and his presence as you sit up.
When you open the door, you find a servant with their head bowed and eyes lowered. They speak as soon as the door is open, “Lady Zenin requests you to join her for morning tea- in 15 minutes.”
You stare at the servant, wanting them to repeat themselves to make sure you understood correctly.
“Lady Zenin?” The realization sets in along with a burst of anxiety, “Okay- yes, I’ll get ready now.”
You close the door hastily and louder than intended because it wakes Toji. You stand in place as he jolts from his sleep, “What is it?” He’s already sitting up and fully alert, looking like he could jump out of bed at a moment's notice.
“Lady Zenin wants me to meet her- like now.” You start moving around the room, shuffling around, trying to figure out what to wear. Your palms already have sweat accumulating on them, your fingers bounce around from jitters making it impossible to hold a tight grip on anything.
“Why?” He relaxes back onto the bed, realizing he is not needed.
“I don’t know, they didn’t say. Have you heard anything from your uncle?”
“No, I’ve barely talked to him since the wedding.”
That’s not what you wanted to hear, you had hoped he had some idea of why you’d be getting summoned by her at this early hour.
Why would Naobito’s wife want to meet with you? You only saw her once at the wedding and haven’t had a real conversation with her. Did you or Toji do something wrong?
You make yourself as presentable as possible within such a small window and when you exit your room, that same servant is still outside. Lady Zenin didn’t even trust you to make your way on your own? How important is this ‘morning tea’?
You made your way to an area of the estate you haven’t seen yet - Naobito’s family’s section. The servant escorted you into a small garden area that had the most luxurious landscaping. The garden was surrounded by dense trees that gave shade and in the center, where the sun came through, a small koi pond.
Lady Zenin stood, looking down into the pond as you entered. When she turned to you, you were met with a flat affect. No real emotion shown on her face as she motioned you into the garden. You took hesitant steps forward, heart racing at what was about to happen.
Once you were close enough, you made your bow of greeting, “Lady Zenin…”
“Take a seat, refreshments will be here in a moment.” She didn’t return your greeting and instead sat on a nearby bench. “Thank you for joining me on short notice, I won’t make this long.”
You slowly make your way to the bench and took a cautious seat next to her. You nervously fidget with your skirt, pressing it free of any wrinkles while you await her next words.
“This should’ve happened sooner, but other matters have required my attention…” She’s saying this opening like you know what to expect, “This comes from my husband, but since some of the topics are delicate, he wished for me to discuss them with you.”
You nod your head in a haze - what could Naobito possibly need to communicate to you via his wife?!
“This arrangement was made to keep a reign on your husband and it seems to be working. We have not heard much from him and he has not placed a new thorn in our side- which we are glad for. That needs to continue and I’m expecting you to withstand your duties as his wife no matter how taxing or demanding they may be. My husband has better things to worry about than what antics Toji is getting into.”
Your stomach twists into a hard knot upon hearing her words; that degrading tone used when speaking of Toji. It ignites a fury inside you that has to be contained. You don’t bother replying, knowing there is more to come.
“Again, he has been subdued since the wedding. Continue whatever your current routine might be. And second, when you get pregnant, it needs to be immediately reported to Naobito or myself. You may be carrying the next generation of sorcerers for this clan and you will be restricted to ensure the child’s well being. If your child has an inherited technique, they may be a future leader in our clan and that possibility needs to be conserved.”
You’re not even pregnant yet and they’re already discussing this non-existent child like they are a weapon to be wielded?! Your mouth is suddenly void of even moisture, your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth. You have to peel it free to speak, “And what if our child does not have an inherited technique?” The question was genuine, but it still felt defiant in nature.
“Then you will keep trying until you do. That is the least Toji can do for his clan.”
Your grip a fistful of your skirt and strain as you hold in your rage. This place is no different from the very place you grew up in. Older, higher ranking individuals barking out orders and expecting blind obedience. They are essentially asking you to give up your body and life to strengthen their efforts; talking to you like you’re an unruly child.
“Are these conditions understood?” She keeps her head forward, not even making eye contact.
“Yes,” your voice is shaky as you continue clenching your first, threatening to tear your skirt.
“Good and do know this, if you fail to have a child with cursed energy or a cursed technique, you and Toji will be excluded from the clan. This is Toji’s last chance to win favor with Naobito.” She stands as she delivers the final blow, stepping closer to the koi pond.
You can hear your raging heart beat in your ears, it’s drowning out any other sound in your vicinity. The blood that has rushed to your face makes it feel like you’re running a fever as sweat pulls on your forehead. You keep your eyes focused on the ground, trying to calm your features.
You suck in a sharp breath before choking out, “Understood.”
“You’re dismissed now.” She waves a hand to motion your exit.
You stand on even legs, you are about to snap if you do not leave this garden. You wish you could move as Toji does to get out of here as fast as possible.
Lady Zenin keeps her back turned toward you as you walk away, each step crunching the gravel beneath your feet, sending rocks shooting away from you.
As you make your way out of the garden, you pass a servant carrying the tray of refreshments. You wished you could take that tray and throw it in her smug face. Scream with all your might and tell her they are sick bastards for treating Toji how they did. That they are twisted for setting expectations on a child that doesn't even exist. And purely cruel for demanding you to sacrifice your body so that they can use that child for their own means.
The walk back to your room is quick because you’re sprinting, the adrenaline and rage taking full control. When you turn down your hall, another detrimental factor crashes into you - what if you can’t have children? You have already sealed Toji’s fate… This is his last chance to gain respect from his clan. Not to be treated as a monster. Will this man have to suffer even more because of your misfortune?
The realization stifles that rage and is replaced by dread; a bottomless pit of despair replaces your soul, numbing your body and mind. Is your fate already determined? How are you going to tell Toji he is screwed because of you?
Your footsteps falter, you’re dragging yourself to your door now, unsure if you can face him after this grim reality has set in. It takes more courage than is necessary to open your bedroom door.
Toji is not in bed anymore, you can see his figure peering out from the bathroom. When you close the door behind you, he calls out, “What was that about?”
You can’t bring yourself to tell him most of what was said to you. Even remembering how she talked about him makes your head spin. You stutter your half truth out, “Was telling me about rules for when I’m pregnant.”
He steps forward into the doorframe with a cocked brow, “Rules?”
“Yeah. The possibility I could be carrying the next generation of sorcerers- so I’ll need to be careful, I guess. I’ll be restricted or chaperoned. Make sure nothing bad happens to me, whatever.” Your desire to protect Toji from the whole truth is what summons your ability to put on a different face. Your words are flat, but your expression is nothing like it was before you entered. He doesn’t seem to catch on to anything else as he resumes his morning routine, “Yeah well it probably won’t be long now, since you started letting me, you know…” his words trail off with a laugh.
The pit of dread grows larger; it has been a month, but that’s too early to tell, right? If he doesn’t think it’ll be long, then how long is it gonna take for him to question further? You’re already lost in your own thoughts and can’t stomach more conversation with him.
You take off your formal clothes, only leaving yourself in underwear and crawl back into bed. The only thing that can stop this horrid feeling is being asleep. After all, you can’t be depressed when you’re unconscious.
There’s no way you’re going to be able to go on your date tonight, not like this. How are you supposed to share such a special moment with Toji after being reminded of your bleak future together? If you cost him his final acceptance into his clan, he’ll likely leave you too. There’s no point of keeping you around anymore. He’ll be devastated and too pissed off to even look at you when he finds out…
Only if today was one of those days he was gone. You needed to be left alone, needed to be rid of the man who now serves as a constant reminder.
“You’re going back to sleep?” He asks while emerging from the bathroom.
“Yeah, I’m still tired.” You put on theatrical fatigue to sell it.
“Okay, I’ll stay outta here and wake you up in time to get ready.” You hear him grab an item from the night stand before walking back to his room.
While he served as a constant reminder of the grief and shame you now felt, you also felt like he was the only one who could rid you of it. You simultaneously wanted him out of sight while also wanting him close to you, holding you.
Your mind flashes to this morning, when you woke up with him so close and an arm stretched over you. How long had he been like that? Did he do that intentionally or in his sleep? What would’ve happened if you two woke up like that? Would he have nestled in and truly cuddled you?
Those possibilities are shattered when you hear his bedroom door close. What if you asked him to come back in here? The anxiety of the thought drained any energy and will you had left. You instead closed your eyes and took yourself back to one of the worlds you used to often escape into. You haven’t had to visit those worlds for a while… Well, not since you got married.
You put yourself on a pink sand beach at sunset, hearing the waves splash against the shore while a salty breeze blows against you. You’re lying in the sand the same way you’re lying in your bed, curled up on your side.
You keep yourself on that beach until you fall asleep there. Finding comfort in a place that is far away from here.
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You woke up in a daze and it took you longer to get ready than usual. Moving at a snail's pace and unable to muster energy or motivation.
While you felt like shit, the dress you were in made it impossible to feel any worse about yourself. It was your most flattering dress you’ve owned; the fabric hugging your curves perfectly; the silhouette making you appear slimmer and taller.
And Toji looked like pure sin in his outfit. A black button up with black pants, while they were simple in nature, it made him look irresistible. The thin fabric of his shirt did little to conceal those defined, muscular arms. And those pants made his thighs look massive in the best way possible. How his legs looked right now, you were about to ask him to close them around your head.
And if he acts just as he usually does, your date night is going to be cut short. You’ll spend the rest of the night worshipping his body.
You manage to make it to dinner without sucking him off in the car. Every time you looked over at him, your eyes would immediately go to his crouch. A deep ache resonating between your legs.
You didn’t know where you were going tonight- Toji wouldn’t tell you. All you knew was the dress code and that it was somewhere that had a month long wait list.
As you made your way further into downtown, you were buzzing with anticipation. And it is shown by your constant yapping: remarking on the tall buildings and twinkling lights that danced across the skyline.
Toji entertains your constant stream of thought, letting you go on without seeming annoyed.
As you make your way to the restaurant, Toji’s responses become shorter and further apart. And he stays glued to your side without touching you, still close enough you keep bumping into him by accident.
You enter a building that looks like a corporate office, your head swivels around trying to find any semblance of a restaurant.
Toji pulls you with him to the elevator, “it’s not down here.”
Then he presses the highest level button - so, wherever you’re going, you’re gonna have an amazing view of the city.
When the doors open, you are stunned by the environment you step into. It’s as if you were teleported to a rural garden that should be miles from here.
A small piece of natural beauty planted right in the middle of downtown. You’d think it was a park if not for the oak wood tables and other patrons.
You take in the space as Toji talks to the staff member behind a stand. So much greenery, trees surrounding the perimeter, shrubs placed to create seating sections, and veins climbing all over.
Toji has to say your name several times to get your attention, “Hey! Our table’s ready.”
You mindlessly follow behind as your view of this place expands.
“When I said ‘nice’, I didn’t mean this nice…” you get close enough behind him to whisper.
“What? You don’t like it?” He peers over his shoulder at you.
“No! no- I do. I’m just… surprised.”
He smirks, "That was the point.”
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It takes you a while to pick up the menu and redirect your attention elsewhere. You are still in awe of this place and not only that, but the fact that Toji would pick a place like this. This seems like the type of place he’d stick his nose up at and say it’s ‘too much’.
You’re trying to focus on the menu, at least decide what to order to drink, but your eyes keep floating back up to the man across from you.
“How did you even find this place?”
“A client recommended it to me.” His eyes stay focused on the menu in front of him.
So, whatever he does - he has time to speak to people about restaurant recommendations? That isn’t something you’d expect to go along with ‘dirty work’. You resist the urge to press further about that specific piece of information.
The menu is filled with titles and adjectives that are beyond your comprehension, most sounding like they’re from different countries. Instead of over-thinking the vague descriptions, you opt to go with the chef’s recommendations. You don’t want to waste time looking at a menu, you want to capitalize on this time you have with him.
“I hope you already paid off my shopping spree because tonight is gonna cost the same as that.” There weren’t prices listed on the menu and on second thought, you didn’t want to see them.
“Are you saying I can’t afford this place?” His voice dropped to an accusatory tone.
“No, this place just seems expensive, that’s all.”
“Yeah, well that’s not for you to worry about.” His eyes trail back down to his menu, dismissing your thought.
“This also doesn’t seem like the type of place you would choose.”
“It is our first real date, isn’t it? Wanted it to be… memorable.”
You smile at the sentiment, “It definitely is.”
Course after course is brought out, just when you think you can’t eat anymore, more food arrives and you’re somehow making room. As you finish your entree, you two are also finishing off the first bottle of wine. The amount of food you’ve consumed should’ve absorbed all the wine, making it as if you were drinking juice. But the warm and fuzzy effects were starting to take over your senses. You can tell Toji is also feeling the effects because his eyes have become progressively droopy with each sip.
When he pours the last serving into your glass, he asks, “Another bottle or something else for dessert?”
“You want to drink more?” There’s no way you’re walking out of here if you two get another bottle, “Maybe just a cocktail with dessert and then I’ll be good.”
“Don’t tell me you’re a light weight,” he flashes you a smile that’s all teeth and makes your cheeks flush even hotter than they already are.
“We just finished a whole bottle of wine, who are you calling a lightweight?” You playfully kick his foot under the table.
“Just want you to enjoy yourself.” His voice drops to a seductive octave and your thoughts scatter.
“I definitely am, tonight has been amazing. Thank you.”
He waves a hand, dodging the gratitude, “That’s what friends do, right?” He puts a teasing emphasis on ‘friends’ and you immediately know what game he’s playing.
You bite your bottom lip before replying, “So, we’re friends tonight, really?
“That’s up to you. Do you wanna be my friend tonight or my wife?”
That word coming out of his mouth sends your nervous system into overdrive. Your stomach flips on itself and the room is now spinning. You’re trying to regain control after he just threw everything off kilter with that one fucking word.
“Make up your mind soon because I don’t fuck my friends after dinner.” He’s undressing you with his eyes as he speaks and all of a sudden can’t get in enough air. He’s removed all the oxygen from the room with his seductive voice. “So, I’ll ask again- do you want to be my friend or my wife tonight?”
You reply quickly in a hushed tone while holding eye contact, “Wife.”
He licks his lips in satisfaction at your answer, “Good answer.”
You still have to wait on dessert and those 20 minutes feel like hours. You and Toji are fucking each other with your eyes over the table. You keep snaking your foot up his leg, smoothly rubbing it up and down until you watch him shift in his seat. He continuously makes suggestive comments that make you squirm. You’re going to combust if you do not leave this restaurant in the next few minutes.
Right when you think you’re going to lose all composure, the waiter drops the check. Toji already has his card ready and throws it into the folder, urging it back toward the waiter before he can walk away.
Once the check is returned, you both stand in unison and make your way out of the restaurant. As you walk out, Toji cages in your lower back with his arm and pulls you in tight, digging his fingers into your ribcage. Every part of your body that is connected to him is filled with electricity. That claiming grab around your waist is driving you insane.
When the elevator doors close, Toji has you pressed up against the wall in an instant, both hands firmly gripped on your waist and his lips crash into yours.
Both your hands frame his face, pulling him in even deeper. The kiss is wet and sloppy, slurps and squelches alternating back and forth as you both suck each other's faces.
The fire inside you could burn down this entire building with how badly you need him. His mouth works its way down to your neck and he sucks on that spot that always gets you. Your knees wobble and you’re moaning as if he’s already inside you.
He laughs in between kisses, knowing he has you right where he wants you. One hand slips through his hair and you hold on for dear life. You would fall over if you didn’t have something to hold onto.
The elevator dings to signal the doors opening and Toji pulls away, wiping his saliva from your neck and fixing his hair. He steps out of the elevator and looks back at you. You’re still sunk against the wall, holding on the rail behind you, and panting like a dog.
“C’mon,” he says in a mischievous tone as he stretches his arm out to beckon you.
He keeps that lethal grip around your waist the whole way back to the car. Like he’s afraid you’re going to float away if he doesn’t keep this hold on you. And you’re loving every second of it, praying this is the new normal anytime you two are out together.
When you’re finally in the car, you throw yourself at him. Your lips melting together and you’re about to crawl into his lap before he stops you, “We don’t have that far of a drive, try to control yourself.”
You make it a few minutes into the drive before you’re leaning over to him. Your left hand cradles the back of his neck while your right hand gives teasing squeezes over his bulge. Every squeeze gets him harder, his cock twitches and strains beneath the fabric of his pants.
His eyes stay on the road while yours stay on his crotch. After a deep squeeze that includes his balls, his hips buck off the seat and he grunts, “Are you gonna keep teasing me or are you gonna do something about it?”
You get to work immediately to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, just enough to free what you need. He brings his hands higher on the steering wheel to make room for you.
He’s already fully hard and aching for you. You lean over the center console and swiftly take him into your mouth. You take in as much of him as you can and add in your hand to cover the rest of his length. His cock already leaks a trail of precum down the back of your throat.
He lets out a deep groan and squirms in his seat, trying to keep his attention on the road. He keeps one hand on the steering wheel and the other now on the back of your head.
You’re not being eloquent with sucking him off, it’s messy and fast and loud. Your goal is to suck him dry so that by the time you’re done, he doesn’t even have the energy to put on that arrogant smirk and try to tease you.
He mutters profanities to himself while taking in shaky breaths, desperately trying to keep control, “You really couldn’t wait to get home? Had to suck me off in the car like some desperate slut.”
You hollow your cheeks and intensify the pressure your mouth is putting around his cock, he lets out a hushed whimper that goes straight to your core. Chipping away at his composure one stroke and suck at a time has you on fire.
You need to hear him make that noise again when he’s inside you. You’re determined to have him wrung out by the time you’re done with him, begging you for more until he can’t take it.
His fingers dig into your hair to grab a handful and he uses it as leverage to change your pace. He’s trying to make you go slower - was he already close? So pathetic…
You hum around his length, sending vibrations all through his pelvis that make him gasp, “Oh my- fuck! I’m close.” He’s tugging on your hair, trying to pull you off of him, but you’re not obeying. You keep taking him in and stroking the base of him, faster than before.
The clothes covering the rest of his groin are drenched from your excess saliva that spilled out. Your entire hand is also covered, but it makes for the most pleasurable sensation and the most pornographic sounds.
“If I was standing, I’d fuck your mouth so hard it’d be stuck open.” His grip on your hair lightens and you know he’s giving in, not fighting his building climax anymore, “you’re gonna suck me dry before I even have a chance to fuck you.”
His cock twitches inside your mouth and a stream of his impending arousal leaks out. You’re glad he’s finishing so quickly because your tongue and jaw muscles are already fatigued. You were sucking his dick like it was your job, like your life depended on it.
His thigh muscles spasm and he’s trying to regain his footing on the gas. He can’t control himself anymore and his hips start bucking up into your mouth, chasing his orgasm.
He only gets a few measly thrusts in before he’s cumming, spilling a fat load down your throat and roaring through his climax. You wonder for a split second if he’s about to crash because he is utterly disoriented.
You gulp down his cum and take a few more sucks, making sure there’s nothing else left.
You come off him with a gasp and retreat back to your seat, lying your head on the seat rest and gazing at him. You’re finally able to breathe with an open airway, you’re a little light headed from the minimal air you were getting.
He glances over at you for a second, “that was fucking hot,” and turns his attention back to the road, trying to stuff his still hard cock back into his pants.
“You know since I already came, I’m gonna last even longer when we get home.” He grips the steering wheel, already imagining what he’s gonna do to you.
“That was the point,” you wink at him, repeating back his own words he spoke a few hours ago.
He laughs, pleasantly amused by your behavior, “Then you better take whatever I give you, no running away or crying.”
You nod your agreement, unsure of what exactly you’re agreeing to, but still more than willing.
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You two practically chased each other back to your room; stealing quick kisses, bumping into each other, grabbing at each other.
And in record time, Toji had you naked, and pounding you into the mattress.
You on your back, legs locked around his waist, with his arms caging in your head. You pulled on him so hard, he fell on top of you, making it clear which position you wanted. You two had rarely done missionary, he always said it was too boring. But it was the only way you could have him right now.
“Look at that fucked out face of yours. We just started, pretty girl, already too much?” His hips clapped against you so hard, you knew the skin was inflamed there.
“Coming from the man who - ah - who whimpered when I was sucking him off.” It’s hard to get the words out from the force jolting your entire body.
“I did not fucking whimper,” he snarls like he’s actually offended.
“Sure, okay,” you coo back and clench your warm walls around his cock, using all your strength to elicit a reaction.
He gasps, choking on air for a moment and you laugh. The look he gets in his eyes - oh… you know you fucked up laughing in his face like that.
“That’s it-“ he growls, sitting up and yanking your legs, resting your ankles on his broad shoulders.
He leans back down, folding you in half and the angle is debilitating. He is impossibly deep, like his cock might be rearranging your guts.
Your jaw goes slack and hangs open as he sets his new rhythm. His cock is perfectly aligned with your gspot and he’s assaulting it with every thrust. The pressure inside you steals your breath, you can’t get enough air in before it’s knocked out of your lungs by another thrust.
“Now who’s whimpering, huh?” He has the most unbothered look on his face as if he’s not absolutely wrecking you.
You can’t respond before there’s a growing ache in your hips from the stretch they’re enduring.
“Open,” he barks out, tapping your lips with his fingers.
You flicker your eyes, trying to keep them open as you obey, parting your lips for him.
“Wider,” he commands.
Once you are open wide enough, he spits into your mouth. Your eyes blow wide open in shock and his lips quirk up in an evil smile, “Have to claim what's mine.”
You swallow down the taste of him and it's intoxicating, you need more of him.
Before you can ask him to do it again, he grips the back of your thighs with his hands, and pushes your legs back further. He shifts his weight into his arms, pinning your legs in place and making them ache even more.
You scream out his name, half in mercy and half in pleasure. He’s trying to kill you apparently. There’s no way you’re surviving this with him in this animalistic state. Wrecking your entire body with his.
Your knees are knocking into your shoulders with each mean thrust he gives you. That intense pressure is starting to spread. Starting at your gspot, filling your entire pelvis. Each thrust stronger than the last.
He’s grunting and groaning above you, keeping his eyes on your face as it contorts from the immense pleasure.
This is all too much, but in the best way possible. Your legs are trembling incessantly, his cock has literally given you a tremor you can’t control.
“Toji, fuck- I- I can’t.” You’re so close to tapping out, he’s ravishing you and your brain is starting to short circuit. He’s actually fucked you stupid.
His pace doesn’t change, he just keeps going as he says, “Why would you say that?”
You look at him in confusion and get out a breathy, “What?”
“Why would you say you can’t? Look at you, you’re already doing so good for me. You’re my wife, of course you can take me.”
You’re going to spontaneously combust and cease to exist. Your entire body is wracked with pleasure and your brain has turned into mush. And now he’s sugar talking you like this and calling you that… you’re not going to survive this.
“Say it again,” you choke out, a hand flying to the back of his neck, pulling him even closer.
“Say what?”
“Wife- call me your wife.” You can’t even pretend to hide your desire. You’re no longer afraid to ask for what you want.
He licks his lips and leans in until your lips are almost touching, “you’re my wife.” He kisses you like it’s another way for him to claim you. Deep and rough, but sensual and loving.
He pulls back and moves his mouth to your ear, “My beautiful wife… letting your husband wreck this pussy after begging for it.” He tugs at your ear with his teeth, “you have no idea what you do to me.”
He brings his head back up to look you in the eyes, his thrusts have slowed slightly just so that he can talk with an even tone. “You know how many times I’ve thought about you climbing into my bed? When you woke me up, all needy and wet, sitting on my cock before I could even open my eyes.”
You’re surprised that morning got to him how it did, for you- it was just another quickie with your husband.
“Toji…” you gasp out, not even sure what your next words will be.
“Yes?” He chirps back, tilting his head slightly.
“I-I, ohhh… please, I- its-,” you’re babbling nonsense. You don’t know what you’re trying to say. Between him splitting you open and the sugar talk, you might as well be brain dead at this point.
“Can’t even talk? Poor thing…” he says in a mocking tone before resuming his previous, brutal pace.
It only takes a few more ruts into your gspot before you’re crying and screaming once again. He’s sending you to a climax that is going to be astronomical.
He has learned your body in such a short amount of time; knowing what angles to use, where your weak spots were, how to make you cum so hard you see stars. He was truly a master at his craft. And he was bringing forth more evidence of his skills.
Your orgasm plunged you to the depths of pure bliss. You would never need one of those made up worlds to escape into again. All you needed was him. He could send you to a different realm just with his body and words alone.
Your back bowed off the bed and all your muscles contracted rhythmically, making your limbs twitch and spasms, along with your tight walls. They were practically milking Toji’s orgasm out of him, begging him to fill you up.
He only got a few more thrusts in before he was spilling into you and murmuring your praises, “Good girl, so good for me,” over and over as you came back down to earth.
Your vision was blurred, you had to rub your eyes to clear the haze and see the man that was still on top of you.
That black hair pressed against his forehead from the sweat, the rest of his hair disheveled sticking out in different directions. Those green eyes are heavy from pleasure and fatigue. And his mouth opens as he pants, waving his hot breath onto you.
The last twitch of his cock signaling he was finally finished, but still buried deep inside you. You both lay there for a moment, catching your breath, staring into each other’s eyes.
You engulf him with your arms and pull him flush to your chest, peppering his face with kisses. He scrunches his nose and purses his lips at the silly gesture, but you can’t help yourself. You want to stay like this forever- him inside you, pressed against you, and your lips all over him.
Your lips find their way to his and you kiss lazily, barely moving your lips against each other. Just keeping them together to feel each other.
“Stay in here tonight- with me.” You say, finally breaking the lingering kiss.
He just replies with, “Okay,” as he pulls himself out of you. You are surprised by his easy response, you expected some resistance.
He goes to the bathroom to clean himself and brings you back a damp towel. You wipe yourself clean and don’t even bother putting clothes on. You need skin to skin contact with him when he finally gets into bed. He catches on to the theme and also gets back into bed naked.
As soon as he’s spread out on his back, you’re inserting yourself right against him, nestling in deep. His arm wraps around you, sealing you into his side. Your leg drapes over his and this is finally satisfactory; enough of you is touching him. And it feels perfect. Nothing else could make you feel like this, you feel complete for the first time in your life.
He pulls a blanket over you two and it encapsulates the warmth you both are giving off. You take in deep breaths of his scent and savor it, closing your eyes like it’s your very own aromatherapy. It’s the perfect temperature under the covers, warm enough to make you feel absolutely relaxed, safe, and comfortable.
You wrap your left arm over his chest, trying to find any additional ways your body can connect to his. You probably look like a cat right now, weaving and curling against him so smoothly.
His steady heart beat thuds right into your ear drum and it feels like your heart beat is syncing with his. As if your bodies are in tune with each other after that miraculous night together.
Neither of you say a word, you just lay there, soaking in each other’s presence. And you hope that tonight is the first of many you fall asleep in his arms.
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[Chapter 7]
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