Prevarication of Love <3
Top! Male! Dom! Younger! Yandere! Manipulative! Clan leader! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Darling! Toji
Summary: When you first saw Toji, you were interested in his potential. As you both grew up, you started wanting more. Even if you had to lay a few schemes and plots, at least you two were happy now.
warning: sex, fingering, cussing, manipulation, blood(mild), violence(mild), murder(Toji kills someone else)
“Is this okay?” He muttered, an embarrassed look on his face. A pink flush had crept onto his cheeks, spreading down to his neck and partially on his exposed chest.
His pecs heaving with each unsteady breath he took. The dusty pink bud hard from the cold begging to be touched. Toji’s firm muscular body, usually hidden under the layers of his yukuta, now out on display for your eyes.
The best part was lower. His hard cock standing at attention, curved and flushed red. Beads of precum dripping down the veiny length. A sizable, thick cock perfect for a man like Toji.
It was a shame what you had in mind only required something else.
Two thick fingers were slick pressed into his tight virgin hole. The stretch was not easy even with the excessive lube that dripped onto the sheets below. With each slow thrust of his fingers into his hole, a wet squelching noise accompanied it.
“It is. It’s normal to feel uncomfortable at first, baby.” You cooed placatingly, your hand reached forward and caressed the man’s cheek. Thumb brushing over his shaved chin, because he wanted to make an effort for you, and caressed his scarred lip.
“Okay.” The towering strength that was Toji, nuzzled your hand like a content cat. The tip of his pink tongue flickered out to brush against the pad of your thumb almost instinctually, a reflexive movement of something he remembered you liked.
Something he remembered because you conditioned him into it.
You had to bite your tongue to restrain yourself. It wouldn’t make much sense to give in now. Not after years of waiting to make him yours. Of stolen moments, conditioning and manipulation.
How else would you have him here? Spread open, exposed, on his knees fucking himself open with his fingers, eyes hazy with something dangerously close to devotion and love. Leaning into your touches like a touch starved pet.
You remember the first time you saw him. Years ago in the courtyard where he was insulted and yelled at. On his knees, tea dripping down his face and hair like a mangy dog.
Being one of the more important people in the Zenin clan, you didn’t bother much with gossip. But you just from the lack of cursed energy, that the boy kneeling was The Black Sheep of the Zenin.
You had watched for a second, the bullies hurling names at the unresponsive teen. You weren’t really interested in lower class people, but something about the boy caught your eyes. Maybe it was the tension in his shoulder like a predator getting ready to pounce or the way his fists clenched tightly around the fabric of his coarse yukata.
Either way, you were interested in this Black Sheep at first glance.
So when the bullies moved closer, presumably to hurt him, you stepped in. Not out of the goodness of your heart. But just to see his reaction.
As expected the boys seeing you in your silk yukata and cold glare scampered off knowing not to mess with you.
Then you turned to look at the boy, defiant in posture but still kneeling. There were a myriad of statements you could have said, dismissals, cold comments, sneers or even mock concern. All of it died under sharp green eyes.
How could someone so suppressed have such a strong gaze? For a second your heart skipped a beat. Maybe he did have cursed energy, or else how could he affect you?
Instead of anything you had in mind before, you found yourself extending a hand. A shy smile on your face that covered up the thoughts that spiraled in your head.
“Are you okay?”
The black sheep of Zenin? Not anymore. The only thing they’d associate him with, from now, would be you.
At first glare, you were utterly obsessed with him.
So you planned and schemed. It was easy enough to make sure Toji was close to you, pulling some strings to make sure he got placed in a room close by.
You’d play the savior, using people as cannon fodder. Pawns to be placed and make their move, remind him of your kindness and care so he’d learn to run back to you again and again.
For the most part of your teen years you just wanted to possess him. Occupy his thoughts like he did yours. And then he hit 20 while you were 18. His muscle growth doubled, filling out in all the right places.
Suddenly more people turned to look at him when he passed and you hated that. So you spun your schemes, kept him busy till you got a foothold in the clan. Pulling strings to keep him occupied with curses, trackers and summons watching him.
You’d waited so many fucking years since you met him for this. For Toji as he is now, 27, a virgin and all yours for the taking.
It started with light touches, then kissing as practice, coaxed from pliant lips with soft reassurances and puppy eyes. Then longer touches, lingering on his body. Kisses that stole his breath and heated touches.
You taught him how to please you, gently guiding him through all his firsts. All your firsts too. Caressing his jaw during blowjobs, tugging and correcting him till pleasuring you was something he barely thought twice about.
Now that your position was secured, there was nothing stopping you from claiming what was already yours.
…
Your hand caressed down his spine to the curve of his ass, and then brushed over his sopping wet spread hole. The rim twitched but gave way when you pressed your finger alongside the other two fingers.
Toji’s breath hitched, eyes winding slightly, kiss swollen lips parting but letting out nothing but sharp pants and gasps.
“Ah~Ngh~[name] don’t touch me there.” His breath caught when your finger slid in alongside his other still fingers, slimmer than his but more long to brush further inside.
“I told ya I got this.” He muttered unconvincingly, his cock twitching under your gaze, green eyes averted.
“I’m sure you do, baby. But you said you got this for 20 minutes. If you don’t want to continue today, we can stop.” You said amused your fingers slowly sliding out.
“No!” He blurted out, his free hand moving to clasp down on your wrist, to keep your finger in. “No. I got this” He cleared his throat, his grip loosened but he didn’t let go.
How adorable, Toji was perfect. Your sanity was holding on by a single thread. It was a miracle and a nod to your restraint that you didn’t fuck him then minute he looked at you flushed, his body exposed and lewdly fingering himself while listening to you.
Curiously your finger pressed in further, and Toji’s eyes widened a strangled noise leaving his throat when you curled your finger into the spot.
“Found it.” You cooed and rub against it. “Isn’t it better now?”
“Oh f-fuck! I don’t think imma, ple’se. pl’ease it’s not enough!” His voice came out shaky, low hoarse and broken, utterly sexy.
“Alright baby.” You cooed sweetly, but your eyes were dark with hunger. With an easy move you pressed the older man under you sprawled on bed.
In the new position you got a better view of his swollen hole, tight but slightly open. Opening and closing like it was waiting to be filled.
Your hands ran down his body, his skin sensitive to your touch from being teased and groped, jumping under it. Your fingers brushed over Toji’s lips and even without instructions, he reflexively opened his mouth to let your slip your fingers instead.
His tongue swirling around your finger with soft breathily low moans. Eyes glazing over with a sheen of water and lust when you pressed them deeper into his throat.
“Thanks baby.” You drop a kiss onto his lips when you pull your fingers out after they are wet enough and press them into his hole.
The heat of his body and silky wet warmth draws you in like a moth to flame. Lining up against it, you take in the beautiful sight under you. Willing, pliant and needy Toji wrapped his arms around your neck and tugged you into a kiss.
Kissing came with ease after years of practice. Your tongue dancing together in harmony, and his glossy eyes met yours and he nodded.
“Do it or I’ll make ya.” He said gruffly, hands tightening around your shoulders minusculely. His hips rocked forward to brush his hole against the head of your aching cock, the feeling making your groan.
What a brat. You were patient for so long. It’s high time you got your reward.
Your hand brushed, a stray hair from his face, sharp green eyes mellowed out looked at you with trust and love. “Alright baby.”
…
“[Name] is manipulating you!” The sorcerer panted out desperately. The man, his target, was a trembling mess, blood spilling from the gaps between his fingers as he tried to stem the bleeding.
His breath came out in short panicked gasps, fearful eyes tracking Toji as he moved closer. Toji didn’t hesitate, or flatter in his approach. Flicking the blood of his cursed blade.
“Didn’t you hear me! [Name] is manipulating y—!” His voice cut off into a choked gurgle as his head fell to the floor in a dull thud, rolling a few inches before stopping. Laying sideways, his terrified expression stuck on his face, eyes stared unseeing at Toji, mouth agape in surprise. His body crumbled like a puppet with its strings cut.
Toji rubbed his jaw with the back of his knuckles scratching an itch. “I heard ya. I just didn’t want to hear something I already know.”
It wasn’t like he was dumb. He’s been years in that shithole of a clan alone. It would be pathetic if he couldn’t realize when he’s being manipulated.
He pressed his weapon back into the cursed spirit inventory you’d gotten him. Washing his hands and changing his blood changed shirt into another black shirt and headed back to the clan.
The one you’d take over. Servants and even other members moved to the side when he passed. For a failure of the Zenin treated like shit, now they were scared of him. None of them dared to speak or act even if they hated it. Either in fear of you or him killing them and you brushing their death off with a smile.
You’d brought change to the clan when you’d taken over, ruthless and cunning. Challenging you wasn’t just a physical challenge but a mental one. Your schemes and tricks ran so deep and though it was like you could anticipate the future and change it to your own benefit.
He paused in the garden. The same one he’d been humiliated in. Now blooming with a variety of flowers and trees. One for each season to keep the garden in constant bloom.
When he heard footsteps behind him he didn’t move. Your fingers trailed over his waist and your chin rested on his shoulder. A pout on your pretty lips.
“You’re late,” you complained softly, your voice thick with sleep and just a touch of coyness. The soft strands of your hair brushed against his cheek, and your half-lidded eyes, hazy with drowsiness, looked deceptively pretty.
A sly fox pretending to be a docile housecat to lure in prey. Showing your claws like they couldn’t tear out his heart.
You were worse than everyone in the fucking clan. At least they showed their true colors to his face.
His hand reached up and brushed a hair out your face, cradling your jaw with tenderness he didn’t think he was capable of. You leaned into the touch with a sigh, eyes fluttering shut.
“What’s wrong?” You asked quietly, looking at him under your lashes. All soft features and doe eyes. Like you weren’t capable of anything wrong. As though the blood on your hands didn’t stain you anymore.
“I…” Toji always wondered why you chose him. Why you decided to wrap him up in chains and soft words and drown him in the sweet poison.
His voice choked up on the words as his lips parted. Throat going dry, the words clogging in his throat like gravel.
What would he do if the answer was something he didn’t want to hear? Could he leave? Could he survive without you?
“Toji? Baby?” You leaned in and brushed your lips against his. The contact sent sparks of need and comfort though him. “You can tell me anything.”
Do you really love him? Or do you not? Do you think he’s pathetic? Are you just using him for his skill and body?
Would you be bored of him?
The thought hurt worse than anything else. The idea that one day you’d get bored and find someone better. Someone more entertaining, more interesting to obsess over.
That’s why he gladly sunk into the mold you carved for him. Let your honeyed words twist around him and lay trapped in your webs like willing prey.
You already took his heart, and body. What more did he have left?
There was no way he’d survive separation.
“Nothing. Just…” he pressed his forehead to yours, even towering over you, he felt so small under your gaze. Like a small animal caught in a predator’s maw, resigned to the predator’s whim. “I love you.”
Your lips curled into a smile, small and real unlike the fake ones you showed to the world. “I love you more.”
An unwilling chuckle left his lips. “It’s not a competition, brat.” Breathing in your scent fresh roses and honey, mixing into something like ambrosia. “…I love you even more.”
The laugh that left your lips, made your expression brighter like the sun rising. “You’re cheating!” You teased, eyes gleaming in his light with joy. “I love you more than that.”
You were his everything. From the moment you offered your hand to him.
Whatever you did in this lifetime, as long it was spent with moments like this with him, he’d forgive. He’d stay with you forever. And if you tried to leave? He’d follow you to the ends of the Earth and even to death.
“Bite me,” he grumbled, unable to hide the slight smile that tugged his lips. Before you could reply with another tease his lips met yours.
You chose him first, it only made sense that you’re stuck with him now.
