Your Jealous Concubine: Toji Zenin
Pairing: Heian Era Empress!FemReader x Concubine!Toji
CW: MDNI, angst? ig, smut, lowkey hate/ angry sex, teasing, Toji is jealous af, praise, degradation, a lot of dirty talk from Toji, rough sex on a desk, hint of breeding kink?
[Part 2: Your Most Adored Concubine - Suguru Geto]
You pace back and forth in your chambers, anger sizzling beneath your skin. You might snap once Toji shows himself.
You’ve been stalled not once, but twice just tonight. Aching for release and still having yet to find it. And of all people, it’s him coming in at this hour to discuss a ‘private, urgent matter’. What could possibly be so urgent he has the gall to demand an audience?
Could you have turned him away? Of course.
No one would’ve thought twice if you did, but– you know Toji. If you turned him away, he'd stay out front, berating the guards and staff until dawn.
Toji was your first concubine you took and relationships were strenuous at first– to say the least. Shortly after your reign began, you did not see the point of having concubines. You already had your nieces as heirs and strong alliances with most of the clans.
That was until the stress of the crown started to weigh heavy on you. Most rulers sink into their cups and medicinals to relieve themselves of the stress. That usually leads to an early grave or a disorganized, unstable leader.
You wanted to keep those vices as pleasures, not something you’d come to rely on. Finding release in the most natural way possible seemed to be the best option.
When the announcement was made that you would start hearing petitions for possible concubines, your imperial hall was filled with suitors. Needing your staff to carefully examine and whittle down the flock until it was left to a dozen suitors.
Even amongst a dozen other men, Toji stuck out to you from the start. The aura he radiates was captivating and intriguing, making you want to know more about him. Just how he carried himself; confident and so assured is what made that initial pull toward him.
And the chemistry between you two was undeniable from your first meeting. He was impossibly charming, knowing exactly what to say and how to say it in that deep, rough voice. Just a simple greeting had your heart racing and your blood pumping hot.
Once you accepted him, his jealous nature started rearing its head. He acted as if you two were married, feeling he had a claim over you. He’d get offended when you’d want to sleep alone and paranoid when you wouldn’t send for him consistently.
You can’t begin to count how many fights you two had over his smothering behavior. And in turn, how much sex you’d have after those heated fights.
And when you took Suguru in as your second… all hell broke loose when it came to you and Toji’s relationship. He would interrogate you about Suguru incessantly; even while he was inside you. Asking questions like, “Does he fuck you like this?” and saying statements like, “I know you’ll never be as loud for him as you are for me”.
He wanted to understand why you took another– thinking it meant he wasn’t good enough. He’d never say it like that, but it was obvious. His insecurities caused an impossible friction that made the room fraught with unspoken emotion.
Your relationship with Toji was rocky most of the time. You always found release with him and the positions he’d bend your body into were unspeakable. You’ve never screamed so loud as you have with him.
The sex was amazing- phenomenal even. But everything else with Toji was hard. You wanted a concubine who would provide companionship and comfort. And that’s where Suguru came in.
Toji’s way of coping with ‘sharing’ was acting as if Suguru didn’t exist. He requested to be in the complete opposite part of the palace, asking the staff to make sure their schedules do not overlap. And you’d never bring up Suguru in his presence. That also meant no joint dinners or functions. If there were events, Toji would stay far away from who he viewed as his competitor.
It had been two years since you took in Suguru and it took about a year to find an unspoken compromise with Toji.
Now as you pace back and forth waiting for him, you’re realizing that you’re probably gonna have to go through this ordeal all over again with him.
A knock at the door sounds, making you halt in place. “Empress…” the weary voice calls out, “Toji is here.”
“Send him in,” your voice is all ice, void of emotion as you stand in the middle of your room, arms crossed over your chest.
As soon as he walks in through the door, you can see him wearing his rage like it’s a second skin: lowered eyebrows, cheeks flushed red, lips in a tight line that points downward.
Once the door is shut behind him, you shrug in your shoulders in a huff, “Well, what is it?”
“I have to hear you’re taking another concubine from the gossiping servants…” he steps forward unhurried and you can tell he’s using all his strength to keep his voice even.
Your blood runs hot just from those first words he utters, “Are you fucking kidding me?! This is what you’re summoning me for at this hour? This?! A matter that is none of your concern!”
“Yes, I have a right to know. I should’ve heard it from you.”
“You have no right, it is not your place. As I need to remind you, again” you take a deep breath before continuing, trying to control your anger. This can not turn into another explosive fight. “The arrangement was just made this morning. I did not expect word to spread this quickly.”
He stops within a few feet of you, feet planted in a wide stance, narrowed eyes solely focused on you. An emotion covering his features you can’t quite read.
“Our meetings will be less frequent now, won’t they? You have a new young toy, so why would you still need to seek me out?” His usually cool tone starts to waver, shaking a bit as the admission slips from his lips.
“What?” You whisper, more to yourself than him. Realizing once again where his anger is coming from.
“I will still see you, Toji.” Trying to sound assuring, but that obvious annoyance keeps slipping to the surface.
“I used to see you all the time, then you took him,” he emphasizes the pronoun with clear disgust. “Now, it’s a miracle if I see you once a week.”
You have to reign in the eyeroll you want to let out. Instead, you keep your eyes centered on him, trying to stoke the flames behind them.
“What reasons do you have to keep me? Why not get rid of me? I’m replaceable after all.” He takes another step closer, now within arms reach but keeping within his bubble.
“I can't get into this with you. It's late–please,” you stick your hand out, motioning toward the door.
“Tell me- why did you have to take another? What am I not doing?” His voice turns into a growl, demanding an answer.
“It’s not that. What else did you hear from the servants? Did you by chance hear the circumstances around it? I wasn’t left with much choice.”
He scoffs, head turning over his shoulder before snapping back toward you, “You are The Empress! What do you mean you had no choice?”
“I’m not explaining myself,” you’re now having to use your authoritative voice. The one reserved for the council or squabbling clans. “He was presented and I accepted him, and I’m glad for it- regardless of the circumstances.”
He drops his head in dismissive laughter, shaking his head from side to side. As if what you just said was hysterical, “Glad for it, huh?”
He brings his eyes up to meet yours, before sliding his gaze to behind you. “Who was here before me?”
You stay silent, still hitting him with a gaze that’s threatening to turn him into flames. Knowing if you explain what was happening, that will only make him erupt.
“I can tell…” He steps forward until you’re within a breath of each other. Eyes tilted down, his figure towering over you.
Your heart begins racing in the way it always does when he’s this close. All your pint up frustration and anger bubbling to the surface. Your chest tightens, making it impossible to get a full breath in.
He brings a single finger to your jaw, brushing lightly, “Your hairs all frizzy, the beds a mess… and you’re in one of those gowns.” There’s a hint of sake on his breath, which must be having an effect on you. All of sudden, a warm tingle is stretching through your body - as if you downed a cup yourself.
A claiming hand grabs hold of your waist, the tension between you being ramped up with that one, single touch of his hand. When your stomach tightens into knots, it steals your breath as well. You’re now trapped under his gaze, stalled in place.
“I can tell you were getting fucked,” the way his voice drops when he says that last word… it makes that anger dissolve into reluctant desire, “Was it the new one? Kamo?” His eyes search your face, trying to find any hint of an answer.
He keeps that finger on your jaw with a feather light touch, waiting for your answer.
You’re unmoving, gritting your teeth and making that muscle twitch beneath his touch. The look you’re giving him right now would send most people running from your vicinity. But that look to Toji is a challenge.
His eyes sparkle in response, knowing he's doing to you what he always does.
“Hmmm? Not gonna answer? You had a lot to say just a moment ago…” that hold on your waist tightens, maybe he can squeeze the answer out of you.
“Well…” he gives a taptap to your chin, “whoever was in here, didn’t finish you off, did they?”
The words come out before you can choke them back, “And how could you possibly know that?”
He moves that finger from your chin to your temple, giving another taptap there. The touch of his skin to yours has a static charge behind it, lightly zapping your brain, and quickly making you forget you were pissed at him.
“Your eyes,” he says plainly, “they’re still wide and bright. But- after I fuck you, they get all dark and heavy.”
You keep those alleged wide eyes on him, not daring to make the next move. Your pride won’t let you.
Now both of his hands are secured on your waist, butterflies roaring in your stomach at the additional contact, “Tell me… do you need me to finish what they couldn’t?”
You so badly want to tell him that he’s the reason why you couldn’t finish. That you were literally seconds from coming undone beneath Suguru when he rudely interrupted. Would telling him make him leave or just make him fuck you harder?
You can’t risk the possibility of him leaving. You need to find that release like you need to breathe in air. And at this moment, neither are happening.
“Fuck off,” your words do not match what your mind and body want. You push your palm against the plains of his defined chest, but he doesn’t budge.
“That’s not an answer,” he flashes you a feral smile that’s all teeth. Your knees are about to give out beneath you from the incessant ache between your thighs, that’s only getting worse and worse.
His fingers tease the neckline of your gown, tugging softly as his eyes trace the fabric. It’s taking immense effort to control your breathing, not making it too obvious how worked up you are.
“Tell me to go and I’ll go. But… if you want me to stay, you know I’ll take care of you,” he yanks the fabric down, exposing your shoulder.
He leans down to brush his lips against your skin that is burning up. Your skin only grows hotter when his lips drag against you.
Your body betrays you, chin tilting up and you sway forward, wanting more of him. That anger inside is getting harder to keep alive.
You want to deny him, just to hurt his already inflated ego. You should turn him away and tell him you're bringing Suguru back in here.
His lips are still tickling your feverish skin when you turn your head to meet him. Your sign of surrender.
His lips crash into yours instantly and his large hands reposition: one behind your neck, the other on your lower back. Pulling you in for a demanding, feral kiss. His lips engulf yours over and over like he’s trying to brand the shape of his lips onto yours.
That normally buzzing, lively sensation in your core is a thunderous roar. Your knees finally start to go weak and wobble off balance. Your feet shuffle backward just a step, but you’re stalled by the grip he has on you. Not letting you move too far out of his overbearing embrace.
Those massive hands zip down your body to the backs of your thighs, hauling you up with such a speed, it steals your breath.
Your legs cage around his waist, locking yourself against his solid body. You shamelessly grind your center against his abs, chasing any kind of relief from the unbelievable pressure that’s been building like a pot about to boil over.
He takes a few steps while keeping that claiming hold on your lips and then your ass is meeting the cool wood of the desk against your wall.
Yanking your gown up to your waist, he looks down at your dripping cunt that’s dying for relief. He smiles at your body like he's a starved man looking at a full course dinner.
“Whoever was in here before me didn’t finish either, I see,” he notes that only your arousal is dripping from you and no one else's.
“Shut up,” you mutter as you swiftly pull at his robes, trying to get through the excess fabric to free him.
He yanks the fabric until the front of him is exposed, his cock is practically throbbing in his grip as he fists his hand over it.
His other hand grabbing at your hip and pushing yourselves closer. You widen your thighs, allowing him to slot into place and he stops with his flushed tip right at your entrance. Pathetically fucking your fluttering entrance with just his tip, keeping it gripped in his fist.
“Tell me you want me and no one else,” he’s growling as he stares down at his tip teasing you.
Every time he pushes the tip in, your walls clench, as if you can catch him and pull him deeper. But Toji is showing surprising restraint just to tease you, “Say it. Say you want my dick and no one else's."
“Toji…” you whine, half in frustration, half in agony. Your arousals are mixing together and soaking the desk beneath you. The splat of his tip smacking into your folds makes you shudder.
“Say it– or I’m gonna leave you here, dripping and whining for more.”
“And if you do, I’ll just call for Suguru.”
He stalls for a moment, keeping his tip snug right against your entrance, “Will you now?”
“But will he make you scream like this?” He releases his fist and thrust inside you in one brute motion. Smacking into your cervix and making your entire world spin. Your body curls in ward at the shock wave he just delivered and your mouth falls open, letting out that scream he knew would come out, “Fuck!” You cry out as your hands grip to his shoulders.
He stays seated inside you, letting your walls adjust to the quick stretch they just endured. He’s got the most smug, pompous look on his face as you shatter around him.
“That’s what I thought…” his hands hold onto your hip so deeply, it’s making your muscles ache. “Admit it, no one fucks you like I fuck you, do they?” He pulls his hips back and snaps them back in, another brutal punch to your cervix. Pulling another scream from you.
Unfortunately, he was right– though you’d loathe to admit it to him. If you wanted to be fucked into the mattress so hard that you could barely walk the next day. Or if you wanted to be so thoroughly ringed out that you could barely remember your own name… you’d call for Toji.
If you sought comfort and warmth, you’d call for Suguru. But on those days you’re distraught, boiling over with rage and on the verge of snapping, Toji was your only antidote.
Your stunned cunt flutters from the two shock waves he’s delivered and you’re trembling with anticipation for the next one.
“If you’re gonna be this greedy and take a third, I need to know I’m the only one who gets to have you like this,” he pulls his hips back again, retreating himself until just the tip remains.
“There’s no way Suguru gets these noises out of you, no way he’s seen you cry while still begging for more.”
“Fuck! Why is it always a competition with you?” You drop your hands on the desk, bearing your weight on them. Trying to look annoyed, but you know you look like a mess right now.
“Because it is,” he pries your legs open even wider, making your muscles go taught and tremble, he holds you there, tip still nudging at your soaked folds.
He’s half smirking as he holds you open for him, beginning to fuck his tip back into you. The pleasure from it is agonizing, just enough to stimulate you and make you squirm under his grasp.
You attempt to stifle a whimper that’s forcing its way out of you, “nghhh– ah! Toji, please,” your eyelids are screwed so tight, you see floating stars against the darkness.
Chills scatter under your skin as your nails dig into the polished wood, trying desperately not to give in.
“That’s not gonna cut it, you know what I wanna hear,” he’s rocking his hips forward as he keeps his eyes focused on you, watching you slowly come undone.
“Fuck off,” you hiss, “I’m not–ah– saying it,” it’s getting progressively more difficult to keep up this charade. Not wanting to bend and inflate his ego even more.
At your defiance, he withdraws the little he was giving you and drops your legs on the desk. That sudden loss of him makes your eyes shoot open.
He’s already putting his robes back in place. “You wanna play it like that, so be it,” he says in a huff.
Your hands shoot out and desperately cling to his robe, pulling him back toward you, “Toji, please… I need you,” you’re looking up at him with the most pitiful, pleading eyes. Hoping it’ll get him to crack first.
“I know you do… but do you need me more than him?” He inclines his head in question.
“Yes! Okay? Yes–I need you more than him,” you groan at the reluctant submission you’re finally giving him.
He stares down at you for a moment, letting those words hang in the air between you. A devilish smile creeps up on his lips, “Being good for me now, huh?”
He furiously rips his robes away once again and instantly has his fist around his throbbing cock. Before you can blink, he’s thrusting into you with a force that’s going to shatter your entire being. He holds himself inside you, feeling as your pulsing walls beg for more of him.
And you swear you can feel his dick getting thicker with every throb inside you. He only grants you a few seconds to adjust before he’s full on fucking you. Pulling out half way, before slamming back in, making the sopping connection between you two splat each time he thrusts to the hilt.
“Knew I’d get it outta you… listen to you, already screaming for me, yeah?” And as if to drive his point home, he ruts into your gspot with a mean thrust that makes your legs spasm. Your tight walls are taking a beating and loving every second of it.
He’s actively splitting you open, fucking into you with a force that might stamp the shape of his tip into your cervix.
“Toji!” your voice has become a squeal as you cry out, “So deep… rightthere, keep going.” Your hands find their way to his back and you dig your nails deep into those defined muscles, needing to brand him back in some way.
“There she is… crying out like a bitch in heat,” he grips onto your waist to get more leverage. Your entire body is seized with pleasure each time he thrusts back in.
He’s going so hard, the desk is jolting and ramming up against the wall. The numerous pens and papers scattering from the aggressive movements.
“Hm—love seeing you like this. The most powerful leader in the province… reduced to a crying whore.” He presses his sweaty forehead into yours, pinning you under his gaze.
You could have someone’s tongue for calling you that. But when those words come from his mouth, they only make that fire grow hotter inside you. And he’s not wrong. He is fucking you like a whore. He’s fucking you like he’s the emperor and you’re the concubine. An impossible flip to the power dynamic that has you reeling.
Words fail you, there’s nothing for you to say, other than to cry out and continue digging your nails into his muscles. His cock stretches your walls to their limit with every thrust back inside you, sending an edged pleasure through your entire body.
“Tojiiii…” you whine as you gasp for air, “you fuck me so good– only you… only you can make me feel this good.” Your brain is shot at this point and you’re babbling that praise he wanted from you in the first place.
He grabs your chin, pushing his middle finger and thumb deep into your cheeks, holding you in place as he continues to wreck you. “Was that so hard? That’s all I wanted to hear.”
The smack of his hips meeting yours is dizzying, amplified by the wet, obscene noises your connection is making as well.
And right when you think you’re at the brink of it all, he angles his hips just right. Now thoroughly plunging directly into that spot that makes your stomach tense and your core erupt in flames.
“I-I… Ohfuck, Toji!!” your walls spasms around him, the warning of your impending climax.
He releases your chin to grab hold of your hips again, doubling his efforts to work you to your bitter end. Every rut into that spot makes the world shatter around you.
“Don’t finish– inside,” you pant out. Knowing that if you’re this close, he’s not far behind you.
He squints his eyes in question, “You always let me…”
“Not tonight,” you hold his gaze to show you’re serious, a silent command to not test you.
He laughs darkly to himself, “I see… you’re bringing him back in here after me. Aren’t you?”
You don’t reply, only hold his gaze and let the silence be your answer.
He bites down on his lip, likely holding back a smart ass comment.
“Fine, but if you ever decide to have an heir of your own, I better be the one who puts it in you.” He fists the back of your hair, pulling your neck back and holding you at his mercy.
And you hate the fact that’s the comment to get you to finally fall over the edge. A suffocating swell in your chest steals all the air from your lungs. As your walls clench and spasm erratically.
A growl rumbles in his chest as your climax consumes him as well. Your walls squeezing his climax out of him, but not before you can finish your high.
His thrusts never faltering as he steadily fucks you through it. Your eyes go unfocused as hot tears well up, making it impossible to see through the blur.
You’re screaming incoherent profanities and praise as your brain goes loud and quiet simultaneously. Along with your body that is somehow still tense in all the right places, while going limp in others.
“Too bad this is going to waste,” he hisses as he pulls out, like leaving your warm heat is an offense worse than blasphemy.
He spills all over your trembling thighs, his warm climax meeting your sweaty, feverish skin feels so good. He pumps himself until he’s made his mark all over your thighs, panting as the last pass to his tip squeezes out what is left.
You have to force several hard blinks to clear the tears and blurriness, finally able to see the man who just wrecked you. Your mouth is so dry, you can’t even take a proper swallow from all the panting and heaving you’re doing.
His eyes trail up your body and finally meet yours, “I’ll be surprised if you can walk after this, let alone call for him…” he smirks to himself in that arrogant, self assured way he always does.
He’s already throwing his robes back in place as he lazily wipes his arousal from your thighs.
“I still expect to see you often,” he ties the knot of his robes with a tight cinch, “And if this new one can’t do the job, you know where to find me.”
You’re still panting like a dog, trying to regain control of your senses as he makes his declaration. He chuckles when he sees how wrecked you still are.
He leans in and places a kiss on your forehead, “Goodnight, My Lady,” he pulls away with that smug smirk on his face as he makes his exit.
You’re still there, limp on the desk, thighs trembling and sticky from his arousal as you try to collect your thoughts.
Because after that… maybe you don’t need to call Suguru back in here tonight.
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This sex scene so fun to write. Oh jealous Toji.... there's something about you.
spoiler - the next part to this is gonna be a threesome and oh babyyyyyyyyy........ i kept getting distracted writing this fic bc i kept getting ideas for the next one.
