Toji making you squirt in your panties at a picnic.
Uh idk I had to write it down. Testing stuff out ig alot of my writeing is inspiredby my favorite fanfic writers n such anyways I wrote half on coffee n half not so probly a lil Wonkie. But make sure to like n reblog! Ty!!
Warning: smoking, sexual public stuff, squirting ofc, pantie kink?, tojis 30, overstim?, degradation, praise, fingering
1,517 words
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Sitting between toji thighs, him leaning on his hands, legs stretched out as you eat your perfectly cut diagonal sandwich. Your little woven basket and red and white picnic blanket on perfectly trimmed grass and we can't forget the clear sunny skies with a nice flow of wind. Some other people ways away doing the same picnic things. Pretty little white sun dress ridden up your thighs were toji been eyeing.
Last night you were cuddled up with toji. Him spooning you from Behind on his mattress floor bed. Watching old romance movies and when you saw the picnic, eyes sparkling and wide, clenching the blanket more hard. as the actor sitting there her long dress around her. Picking out the food from the basket. While her suited lover looked at her with heavy love eyes. You could almost see hearts.
Toji already passed out behind, snoring. Your to caught up in the pretty romantic scene to notice. After that day you could not get it out of your head so you made up your mind and begged and whined to toji about it. He said no immediately the first time. But after a week of whining to him about the "corny" picnic he finally gives in.
So here you are all happy and shining eating away at your sandwich you take your 3rd big glub of juice. Toji swats a fly away from him, grumbling"Fucking bugs." The sun beaming down on him making him sweat. "God it's fucking hot!" He airs out the front of his shirt." Toji stop complaining, it's not even that hot out." He rolls his eyes, swatting more flies away.
He goes to reach for his stress reliever pulling the lung killers out but of course you grab onto his big hand. "Toji! This is supposed to be a picnic! No smoking allowed!" You scold him. He breathes in, clenching a little too hard on the smokes. He can just alomost feel a vain starting form on his head. He puts them away, grumbling.
You lean over getting a new one, turning around between his thighs being careful with the sandwich in your hand. You hold it up to his cracked lips. "Open up~" you coo with a smile on your face. He can't say he doesn't love that smile and will do anything to see it. The little crinkles in your eyes your glossed lips stretched upwards. your beautiful teeth, too the light makeup you wear. He can't help himself for it to go straight to his dick.
It starts to twitch alive, as he stares you down deep with his intense eyes as he takes a deep sinful bite into the made slice, breaking the perfect and untouch. In the corner of his vision he can see your thighs clench. "Toji.. " You breathlessly. A redness coming to your face. He chews and swallows the food. "Pretty good sandwich." He says to the corny interaction.
You turn over fast, almost falling with nerves. Starring to eat the rest of the slice. His big hands finds your fluffy soft thighs. You squeeze them together, your squirming as he leans down into your ear. "Wearing this little dress on purpose huh?~"He squeezes the skin then slides his hand up fingers fighting to get between those soft squishy thighs. Sandwich in your hand long forgotten, squeezing it. Your other hand on his thigh, clenching the thick muscle.
Warmth and nerves run up your legs and spine, You shiver squirming into his chest, Feeling your legs start to go jelly they mindlessly start to open for his fingers. "Good girl…" His fingers slowly trace up your thigh. "Doing this all in public, so nasty and gross huh? You wanna get caught with me playing with sloppy pussy?.absolutely shameful." He pulls your dress up more flashing your pretty panties. "T…toji. J-just touch my pussy already!" You whine your hip thrusts upwards you drop your sandwich grabbing onto his biceps.
That whine and begging going straight to hiscock it throbs trying to bob in his pants, his balls clenching up feeling a little heavier. He's fucking acheing to feel your tight warm gooy walls wrappedaround him. He slides a finger through your tight cover panties pussy. He leans down a little to see the wet spot he is spreading. He can see the fat outline of your lips, your clit starting to show as he circles the hardening clit. "She's getting all fat and swollen with need huh baby?" He circles it slowly around the chub. He dips his finger down rubbing your hole through the panties, making his way back up to the main attraction. Nipples hard and poking through your thin bra.
Your squirming and moaning softy to his slow torture of your oh so poor clit. The need and ache becoming so strong you need that pain pill. That finger to just rub that pain away. Your hips thrust mindless up against his finger trying to get some relief.
He taps your clit with his finger, your hips reacting to it by bucking up. "P- please j-just fucking rub my clit!"stuttering, out of breath from the aching torture. Blood rushing places, acheing driving you crazy your pussy clenching and pusleing for need. Getting all ready, wet and slick and swollen pussy feeling heavy. Your whole body slug against him.
"All out in public you know…what if someone walks by~.Your such a little freak huh." He reminds you. Leaning down to kiss your cheek moving to your ear and biteing softy. Your eyes roll in your head being in public adding to everything.
He starts to rub faster on your fat swollen chub. "You gonn' mess these panties up for me? Make it all nice and messy for me?" His pupils wide, eyes lidded. Everytime you flash him your panties being a little tease in public especially when you know he can't do anything like the brat you are. Fats lips outline by the pretty underwear you wear for him. He loves when you let him rub his cock between the coverd folds.
He rubs faster on your hard clit. Now using two fingers your moans getting louder your legs quivering. "Ah! Hah! Daddy!" Oh you're getting so close for him. His fat cock constantly throbbing and pulsating for that relief. "Baby reach around and squeeze my cock for daddy.." the arm on his biceps, wobbling and clumsy squeezing between you guys body to squeeze at his cloth dick.
He sighs in relief going faster on your chub"daddy! I-im gonna pee!!" His eyes roll back, fuck your gonna kill him. "Yeah? Wet these fucking panties. Hah.. fuck baby yeah you gonna squirt and make it all messy?" Your pussy clenching endlessly, his other hand coming to push down on your bladder. It's all to much your high peaking, on the edge. Then it all floods, letting out a loud moan your whole body going stiff. "Oooh!!! Tojiiii!!!" Nails dipping into thigh like claws. On cloud nine as he rubs really fast on your hard clit the squirt watering your thighs, panties ruined with wet juices. Your legs quivering and shaking. The wet warmth adding to the pleasure.
He stops pulling his hand away from your over sensitive pussy when the juices stop flowing from your pussy.
Your arm back on his other thigh for more grip. You hazly bring your eyes down from where your head was resting to the mess you made everywhere still on cloud nine. Cunt pulsing and clenching with the aftershock, legs shaking and jelly. Dark stains of your sin at the bottom of your dress and the blanket. Your whole panties soaked. All warm and sticky.
You can hear toji breathing heavily "so hot baby.. your so hot baby. Good job…" He mindlessly says starting at the mess.. he bites onto your neck his wet hand moving back down for another attack. He moves your now getting cold panties. You squeek when he dips his finger into, rubbing on your now sensitive shocked gummy walls. He sticks another in.
"O-ooh..t-toji..hah" you hazly breathe deeply. Your walls clench and grab at his fingers, sucking them in. His eyes rolls back. Slick slick slick comes from the slow deep fingering. He pushes a spot that makes you go crazy. Your eyes roll,your head throws back against his shoulder.
The slick gets louder and faster as he drives that spot, sending crazy pleasure through your body. " I know you have some more…" He's breathless. Watching, waiting for more juice. Then it comes faster this time from the over sensitive pussy. He spreads your legs wider, hitting that spot hard as he can, your pussy pushing and clenching around them. Your body shaking and flexing. You spray straight out that clear liquid. Wetting the blanket in a line, droplets getting places. He moves his other hand over your mouth as you scream. "Holy fuck.." He can't keep his eyes off it.
You in your own world as he takes his fingers from your clenching pussy. "Did such a good job little freak."
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pairings: naoya zenin x !femreader18+ toji x !femreader x cursed spirit
Naoya stood rigidly in the main hall of the estate where his father was along with two of his consorts. The women said nothing, just stood in silence beside his father as he sat in a large throne chair, his attention now fixated on his son.
After spending the night taking care of you personally after you’d become ill, the first thing of business he wanted was to confront his father about what had happened the day before. How he had unwarrantedly put his hands on you when he was the only one who would ever punish his wife if need be.
Even Naoya himself wouldn’t put his hands on you, there was no way in hell he would allow his father to do so, simply because he felt like it.
Naobito clicked his tongue, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. It was as if he wanted to hear nothing about Naoya’s wife or the fact that he had struck her.
“Do you even care that she disrespected you?” He asked, tipping his wine glass in Naoya’s direction. “Right in front of my face at that, as if I’d allow her to do so,”
“It doesn’t give you the right to put your hands on her, the only person who has that right is me. She is my wife, not yours.” Naoya threw a furtive glance over his shoulder where Toji stood a few feet behind him, extremely relaxed. His attention was too on Naobito, an aggressive glare thrown in his direction. “I’ll only warn you once if you touch her again, I will be forced to retaliate,”
Naobito threw his empty glass on the floor, it shatters pieces of glass scattered across the floor.
“Retaliate?!” he bellowed, standing up angrily. His face was flushed from the wine and possibly his anger, and all of his attention was now on Naoya. “You’re threatening me? The head of the Zenin clan? I-I- am in charge until-”
Naoya interrupted him unmoved by his sudden declaration.
“Until what? You die of cirrhosis?” Naobito was an avid drinker, he was an alcoholic. Naoya knew that his father would be dead soon, if not from the sickness he possessed from someone else he crossed in the long run.
“I won’t repeat myself again, keep your hands off my wife father,”
Naoya turned to leave, with Toji hot on his tail. The two of them ducked into a study where Naoya began to explain to him the responsibility of what he required of him to keep y/n safe.
“I want you to be with her at all times if I am not able,” Naoya mentioned offhandedly, turning to glance out one of the windows in the study. “There is another war brewing, I’m sure you’re aware and I will be required to leave for an extended period.”
“And you think that I won’t be required to fight?” Toji asked, green eyes shining with mirth.
“I’m ordering you not to, you will remain on the estate,” Naoya said, “You’re still recovering from the attack on the south, correct?”
Toji didn’t get a chance to respond, the sound of multiple voices out in the hall distracted both of them with the doors to the study being pushed open.
Sanosuke L/N, walked into the study, with Lianne following a few short steps behind him. His face was hard, brows knitted together to form a knot. By his facial expression, he wasn’t too amused, his lips pressed into a thin line while he eyed Naoya.
Before Naoya could greet him, he began to speak coolly.
“So not only my sister is being blamed and shamed by your drunkard father, she’s also being mistreated,” Sanosuke frowned shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Remind me, why did I leave her in your care? If you cannot protect her, then I’m better off taking her with me,”
Naoya scowled, crossing the room to meet Sanosuke face-to-face. He was irritated. Not only did he have to deal with his drunkard of a father, but now he had to deal with y/n’s brother. How had he even known about this? Someone must have been feeding him information.
“I’m taking care of it, my father meant no harm it was a misunderstanding,” Naoya gritted his teeth at his own response, it infuriated him that he had to defend his father’s actions simply for diplomacy.
Sanosuke smiled smugly, his gaze flickering over to Toji and then back to Naoya before he glanced to look back at Lianne.
“Lianne, go and fetch my sister. I’ll want to speak with her before I take my leave,”
Lianne bowed in agreeance before she turned to leave the room closing the doors behind her.
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When Lianne knocked on the doors to your chambers, you were jolted awake from a rather deep slumber. You had still been asleep from the night before and groggily rolled over onto your back before sitting up in bed.
“C-come in,” You were feeling better than you did the night before, but you were exhausted. Very little nausea remained, but your body ached in ways you didn’t know possible.
Lianne pushed open the doors before stepping inside allowing them to slowly fall shut behind her. She approached your side of the bed and placed a hand on your shoulder to help you stand.
“My lady, your brother has sent for me to help you get ready for the day… how are you feeling?”
A frown marred your features instantly, confusion surfacing in lieu of your tiredness. Did you hear her correctly? Your brother had sent for you.
“Sanosuke is here?” you asked quietly, allowing her to help you stand.
Lianne nodded and escorted you over to an empty basin where she began to help you undress. The doors to the room opened once again and more servants with warm water for a bath. Once inside they set aside clean towels and began to fill the tub with water.
“Yes, my lady. He’s here speaking with your husband,” Lianne began to peel away the silk chemise you wore to bed and earned a bewildered gaze from you when you began to process the information.
“W… What is he doing here?” you asked, unsure if you wanted to know the answer. You had been complaining about being reunited with your brother over the past few weeks, but you didn’t expect him to show up spontaneously.
“He’s speaking to Naoya-sama about… the incident with his father, he means to possibly retrieve you from here,”
You fell silent at her words and hesitantly allowed her to guide you into the bath where you were able to sit in the warm water. You were surprised. Your brain was working overtime trying to figure out how he found out about what happened so quickly. The incident just happened just the day before, how could he have known?
Lianne began to help you bathe, drawing a pail of warm water over your back before rubbing you down with a bar of soap.
“I… sent word to him after I saw you leaving the meeting room with Naobito-sama,” Lianne replied, rinsing the suds off your body.
“B-but why would you do that?” Nervously swallowing down the bile that had been forming in the back of your throat, you pushed your face into the palms of your hands.
Although you expressed that you no longer wanted to be here, with Naoya. You were beginning to feel different about it. You didn’t want to be taken away from here simply because your brother had ordered it.
Lianne finished washing you and helped you into a casual grey gown, tying a white sash around your waist. After braiding your hair, she proceeded to turn back towards the door.
“Would you like breakfast first my lady?”
After declining you stood up to follow her to the exit.
“No, take me to see my brother please,”
When both you and Lianne arrived at the foyer, you could hear both Sanosuke and Naoya’s voices in a room not too far away. It was as if they were having a shouting match, Naoya seemingly angrier than Sanosuke.
“You absolutely have no right to take her away from me,” Naoya shouted. “Once we were married, she became my property and for you to threaten me with removing her is punishable by-”
The sound of you pushing the double doors open caused Naoya to leave the remainder of his sentence unfinished. His grey eyes landed on you once you stepped inside, widening marginally in surprise.
“Y/n. You’re supposed to be resting.” Naoya’s gaze was stern as he crossed the room to greet you.
Standing upright, you shook your head before glancing over at your older brother. Toji stood in silence opposite Sanosuke, his green eyes now homing in on you as well. It was nerve-wracking to have all three of them staring at you, but you steeled yourself wanting to appear as strong as you possibly could.
“I’m feeling better,” It was partially the truth, the only thing that remained was exhaustion… plus the slight anxiety of having these three men eyeing you, all in different lights.
One of Naoya’s hands cradled your cheek while he looked you over, his eyes studying your face intensely before you spoke.
“Have you eaten yet?” he asked, earning a chuckle from your brother as he finally chose to stroll across the room in your direction.
“Such concern for your prize, Naoya,” Sanosuke tsked before leaning down towards you, to cusp at the angular of your jaw, turning your attention to him. “How are you faring, little sister? Is Naoya treating you well?”
Naoya scoffed, dropping his hand to his side to watch Sanosuke’s interaction with you. It was obvious that he was attempting to push down his frustrations.
“I am fine Sanosuke, there’s no need for you to worry about me,” Pulling out of his grasp, you took a step back to stand beside Naoya. Naoya genuinely seemed to care for you, you didn’t want to be pulled out of the estate because of the incident with Naobito.
Sanosuke’s words before your wedding still haunted you. You didn’t know what his intentions were, and you didn’t want any harm to come to Naoya. The only way you’d be able to protect him in the least was to stay here at the Zenin estate.
Sanosuke smiled smugly, shrugging his shoulders in response.
“Ah well, what can I do? If you wish to stay here, then I suppose there is nothing I can do about that,”
Sanosuke turned his attention back on Naoya, his once playful expression turning to nothing but all seriousness.
“Keep your father in line, Zenin. If he so much as lays another hand on my sister, he will lack said hand… and it will be by my doing,”
You expect Naoya to retaliate angrily, but he merely nodded. It seemed as if he was in agreement with Sanosuke.
“As I’ve mentioned before, it’s taken care of,” Naoya clenched his jaw, his irritation apparent. “No one will harm her while I am here, if it happens again, I’ll take care of them myself.”
The atmosphere in the room was frigid. Naoya and Sanosuke stood head-to-head, the tension between the two was stifling.
Shortly after Sanosuke took his leave. He went back to wherever he had been holding himself up, to do whatever it was that he had been planning this entire time. It baffled you that you knew little to no details about your brother's endeavors after your clan was completely decimated.
You didn’t want to know. You were a Zenin, you were Naoya’s wife. This was your life now and you were learning to enjoy the bits and pieces of it even though it seemed to also come with a bit of discord.
Naoya turned to look down at you, his eyebrows knitting together to form an obvious wrinkle between the two. He was still angry; you could tell by his expression.
“You are a Zenin, y/n. My wife,” His voice became stern as one of his hands guided your gaze up so that you were staring into his eyes. “You are not permitted to leave these grounds without my permission. If your brother tries to come and take you from me by force, I will kill him,”
Your nerves which had already been wrung tight seemed to all but explode at that moment. The authority in Naoya’s voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you to stood rigid before him. The thought of losing your only living kin, caused dread to bloom throughout your chest.
You didn’t know how to react to his demand, Naoya was only met with silence and wide eyes.
“Do you understand me?” His fingers pressed into your jaw heavily, an ache beginning to form along your cheeks.
You could only nod in response, which must have appeased him because he released you his eyes shooting over to Toji after he had uttered something across, the way.
“What was that Toji?” Naoya all but growled, his ire now focused on his older cousin.
“Be gentle with the lady, the last thing you want is for your wife to be afraid of you,” Toji smiled, amusement apparent on his handsome features. “She did nothing to wrong you,”
Naoya clicked his tongue in response, studying your body language. The way you were avoiding eye contact with him now, eyes lowered down at the floorboards. Perhaps he was a little brash with getting his point across.
“When I am not able to be with you, Toji will look after you,” Naoya forced you to meet his gaze once more, his eyes hard as stone. He was still infuriated at all the events that had occurred this morning. “I trust him with my life, he will keep you safe,”
“Yes, Naoya-sama,” you acknowledged your husband, giving Toji a quick glance before looking away. You could still see the darkness swirling behind those green irises of his. That spirit was still inside of him, regardless of how “normal” he was acting. You could feel the heat of his gaze nearly swallowing you and the only thing that took your mind off it was Naoya grabbing your hand to guide you out of the room.
Lianne stood outside of the room, bowing to greet him once he exited. Naoya clutched your hand in his own to have you walk beside him instead of the insisted three paces behind.
“Lianne, go and get my wife something to eat I’m sure she’s famished,” Naoya sent you a short glance out the corner of his eye waiting for Lianne to respond.
“Will you be joining lady Zenin, my lord?” Lianne asked, folding her hands together in front of her.
Naoya returned to looking at Lianne, his face impassive. It was obvious that he was thinking, picking, and choosing the words he wanted to say next. He didn’t however, answer her question.
“The next time you give out information that takes place within my household…” He paused briefly; he knew that Lianne was working for your brother. “No one will find your corpse, not even your master.”
Lianne became still, her usually calm facial expression turning into one of panic. But she nodded quickly, her hands grabbing at the hem of her dress to pull it from underneath her feet as she turned to disappear down the hall.
Naoya tugged you along with him as he in turn began to walk throughout the estate himself. He was headed in the direction of your chambers, and he moved in silence his anger almost palpable. His mood was fickle. You could see that he was in a way, restraining himself as if he didn’t want to take his anger out on you.
Once the two of you made it back to your bed chambers, Naoya saw you inside and closed the door behind him. He studied you from across the room once inside, watching as you moved to take a seat on the edge of your shared bed.
Eying him expectantly, he began to move once he saw your confused expression taking a knee in front of you and gathering your much smaller hands in his own.
He was silent for a long while, grey eyes searing into your own. He seemed skeptical. Suspicion clouded his features while he picked apart your appearance.
“Did you plan on leaving here with your brother?” Naoya asked, lips pressed into a thin line.
Surprised at the question, you stared at him in silence eyes wide with surprise. He still asked if you were planning to leave him, even though you declined to leave with Sanosuke only a short while ago. Perhaps he wasn’t convinced.
“No,” you mumbled quietly, meeting his eyes with a determined glower. “I didn’t know that he would be here… and I had no intention of leaving with him. I want to stay here with you,”
You could see his jaw tighten once more, his expression becoming forlorn. It made your heart ache, and it made your stomach twist uncomfortably as you sat there observing him.
“Naoya,” pulling one of your hands from his, you cradled his cheek before leaning down to press a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. “I want to be here in the estate with you, you’re my husband… I belong where you are,”
Naoya dropped your other hand, grasping at the curve of your waist as he pushed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. He nearly knocked you over, growling into your mouth whilst pulling you against him.
“I’d kill… for you, y/n,” Naoya’s voice was strained, he was holding himself back from throwing himself on you as you were. He reminded himself that you had been ill the night before, he didn’t want to pressure you with his own desires.
Naoya’s hands began to climb all over you, they were touching you everywhere all at once. His lips against your hot skin, fingers tearing at the cloth of your dress before the hem was pushed up and over your thighs.
At some point, Naoya had maneuvered himself on top of the mattress with you, each of your legs thrown over his own to straddle him. Burying his face into the column of your throat, he nipped along the flesh hungrily while his hands worked to free his erection that was straining against his trousers.
Everything was happening so quickly that you were becoming lightheaded. Whimpering against Naoya’s attentions, a breath of hair was pushed from your lungs when his fingers disappeared beneath your gown to prod at the deepest parts of you.
“Naoya,” you whined against him, your body bowing against his own. The opposite hand wrapped tightly around your waist, fingers moving expertly in and out of your slick. The friction was welcome, stirring an intense heat in the pit of your belly.
His fingers were dexterous and knowing, curling into a well-practiced “c” as they pressed against the sensitive pallet of nerves of your g-spot. At this point, Naoya knew every inch of your body even better than you did, his gentle touches and squeezes eliciting breathy moans of desire from your lips.
Your undergarments had grown damp from your arousal, Naoya’s fingers smearing the gushing substance along your inner thighs. He was prepping you, this much you knew from your countless times together, he wanted to be inside of you.
“N-Naoya,” you begged, breathily your insides clenching against the intrusion of his fingers inside. You didn’t know what you were begging for, but the knot twisted tighter almost uncomfortably.
Pulling his fingers free from your slick, they were replaced with the blushing head of his cock nestling its way into your warmth. There was a sense of relief once he was inside, your walls molding and clinging to him as if they didn’t want to let go.
“Promise you won’t leave me,” Naoya’s words came to you as a surprise, his body stilling against yours. Your throat had grown tight at the tone of his words. He sounded almost desperate.
When you met Naoya’s gaze, the expression on his face was one that you hadn’t seen on him before. Naoya always seemed as if he were stern and put together. Strong. Determined. But under the dim lighting of your bedroom, he looked… saddened. As if the thought of losing you had torn him apart from the inside out.
“Naoya…” Pressing your lips against his, your hands cushioned his cheeks in between both of your hands to hold him steady. “I won’t leave you, I promise,”
You could see the relief fall over his face and he wasted no time capturing your lips in another heated kiss. He tentatively rolled his hips against you, groaning in response to the wet friction your cunt provided him.
His palms were anchored along your hips, his mouth still greedily latched onto your own. He was slow and took his time sensually angling your hips so that they would roll against him. He continued to guide you along letting out a strained breath when you almost lost your balance.
“That’s it, keep moving just like that,”
You tried, you really did to take his direction, raising and rolling your hips against his girth. Whatever you were doing, it must have been right. Naoya’s eyes hung low, half-mast while he tried to keep them trained on your face.
The door to your chambers creaking open caught both your and Naoya’s attention, both of your eyes landing on Lianne and a few other servants who were bringing in food. No one who entered offered either of you a second glance, it merely appeared as if you were straddling your husband and nothing more.
They moved in and out of the room quickly, Lianne stopping a few feet away from the two of you before exiting the room.
“Master Zenin, my lady, I have lunch prepared for the two of you, did you need anything else from us before we take our leave?”
Burying your face into Naoya’s throat in embarrassment, you attempted to hide your already reddening face from Lianne and the other servant’s view.
Naoya sighed, resting his chin on your shoulder to stare daggers into Lianne. Pressing his fingers into the fat of your hips, he clicked his tongue in aggravation.
“Once you’re done here, bring the gowns that I had made for my wife… I’d like you to help her try them on later,”
You were listening to Naoya speak, but your embarrassment of the position the two of you were in would not allow you to make eye contact with Lianne or anyone else that had been bustling about the room.
Lianne shook her head almost violently and began to lead the rest of the servants out of the bed chambers.
Once the doors were closed once more, Naoya took the liberty of flipping your positions so that you were laying flat on your back on the mattress beneath. Naoya was still inside of you, his hips flush up against the apex of your thighs.
He was again restraining himself, his gentle eyes seemingly turning away from you in his own embarrassment.
“I want you to eat something first,” Naoya bit out, an exasperated sigh following his words. Running his fingers through his blonde hair, he shook his head as if he were disappointed.
Embarrassed, you stared up at him from your spot underneath him. Grasping a handful of his white haori, you began to speak almost hesitantly.
“Do… do you not wish to make love to me Naoya?” you nearly recoiled in embarrassment; the question so foreign coming off your tongue. You wanted him to do as he pleased, and by the hot, heavy appendage pulsing inside of you, you knew he wanted the same.
Naoya took in a sharp inhale of breath, a smile quirking at the corner of his lips. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, plump and swollen from his biting and teasing.
“There is not a time I do not want you underneath me, wife,” His Adam's apple bobbed up and then down from him swallowing down a slight groan as he freed himself from the confines of your warmth. “But if I take you now, you won’t be eating for the next couple of hours,”
Naoya took the time to fix himself and then assisted and adjusted your dress so that you looked appropriately. He sat and ate lunch with you and promised that he would take care of you before the end of the day came.
He planned to spend as much time with you as possible, considering he’d again have to leave the estate, along with his father and uncles in the upcoming weeks. There was a war coming and he would be required in attendance to do what he could to at least try to prevent just that.
“Toji will be your personal guard, he will keep an eye on you at all times while I am away.” Naoya watched as you ran a finger over the silk material of the kimono that you had seen Emi wearing the day before. Zenin colors. “Should I send for you while I am away, Toji will escort you to me safely,”
Lianne had delivered over 10 gowns, including this kimono not too long ago. According to Naoya, he had them hand-made specifically for you, and he had the seamstress utilize Emi as a mannequin since she was close to your size.
Tearing your attention away from the gowns in front of you, you brought your attention back to your husband who was standing a couple of feet away from him.
“Do you like them?” he asked off-handedly, tilting his head in curiosity while he observed you.
You didn’t care about the gowns, especially since Emi had worn every single one of them. They were beautiful, but they were certainly not your first order of business before the day would end.
“They are lovely Naoya,” you forced a smile, standing upright to close the gap between the two of you.
Stepping into Naoya’s arms, you gave him your full attention, wide-eyed and slightly nervous. You were feeling better than you did earlier in the day and your body was still humming, desperate for his touch.
Your nerves seemed to get the better of you as you parted your lips to say something, but no words came out. Flushing in embarrassment, you cast your eyes downward one of your hands fiddling with the cloth belt of his haori.
Raising a brow Naoya, reached down to bring your eyes back to his. He quickly caught on, that you clearly wanted something from him.
“What is it?” he asked.
Wetting your lips, you pouted slightly forcing the words out before you lost the sudden courage your husband had just given you. Taking ahold of Naoya’s hand, you brought it to the bodice of your dress where it was tied with silk ribbonry.
Pulling at the silk to unravel the tie, you met his gaze with nothing but want in your eyes.
“I want you to make love to me,” Although you were shy to ask for Naoya’s affection, he didn’t deny you in the slightest.
The night was spent alone with Naoya in your chambers where he failed to neglect every inch of your body. He was gentle with you and held onto you as if you’d disappear if he let you go.
The events of the past few days along with Naoya’s constant shifting mood plagued your psyche, while you lay in the darkness unable to fall asleep. Naoya on the other hand seemed to rest peacefully, his arms drawn tightly around you.
The idea that Naoya was so attached to you, that he didn’t want you to leave him completely went over your head. You weren’t sure when or where this occurrence had taken place, but he had developed some kind of connection with you.
The following week you saw Naoya off. He was leaving the estate once more with his father and both of his uncles to attend a mediation with another clan further east. You didn’t know the details, but he assumed the trip should be no longer than 10 days. Nearly two weeks.
That was a long while to be separated. But you didn’t complain. You simply nodded and promised that you would be here to greet him upon his return. You were left behind with Lianne and Toji to pass the time.
A week had passed since the estate became stark and empty of the men of the house. Toji had not approached you once, which was to be expected… or so you thought.
What you did notice, though. Was that no matter how cold it was, Toji was constantly sitting out in the same spot near the garden. He stared blankly out into the horizon at what? You couldn’t begin to fathom.
There was nothing there, that you could see. Winter was near. In the mornings there would be frost covering the grass, flowers, and trees. Toji would still be out in the cold, not dressed appropriately for the chilly weather.
“Toji-san,” Today had been the day that you had decided to interact with him. You carried a fur cloak in hand, that you were sure belonged to Naoya. Even though the weather didn’t bother him (the cursed spirit), he was still in a human body he needed to protect his host.
Toji barely acknowledged you as you stepped out into the grass he’d been sitting on, merely grunting in response.
After placing the cloak on his shoulders, you took a step away from him watching as he gave you a confused glower.
“Why are you bothering me, Lady Zenin,” his response didn’t surprise you.
“You’re out in the cold in temperatures well below freezing, whether you think the cold won’t affect you doesn’t matter… you should at least try to protect your body,”
He turned to glance at you, a glimmer of red sparking through his irises before completely vanishing.
“I don’t need protection from the elements like you humans do,” he mumbled before standing. He was preparing to tear the cloak from his shoulders, one hand fisting a fist full of the heavy fabric.
Pinning him with a glare, you held up a hand defiantly as if it would stop him from doing so. It did, he left it in place but it was clear that he was irritated by your actions.
“You may not need it, but Toji does,” Your lips pulled down into a frown as you pulled your own cloak tighter around your own body. It was freezing out. “You said he was still in there, he’s still human and his body needs to be protected,”
Toji narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue in distaste. He stared back out into the distance and then regarded your much smaller form with faint interest.
“Then what do you propose, my lady,” he sneered, crossing both of his arms about his broad chest.
“Come inside, where it’s warm…” your eyes danced across the scenery and then back in the direction that you had caught him staring in so many times before. It appeared to be the southeast if you had to take a wild guess. “Why are you always staring out into the void? What do you see out there?”
His lips quirked up at your interest and he took a few steps forward until he was standing directly in front of you, maybe three heads higher than you were.
You had to crane your neck up and take a step back to get a clear view of his face in its entirety.
“There’s a war comin’, I can already smell the bloodshed.”
Toji pushed past you and walked back through the double doors that led into the library, chuckling under his breath.
You stood in silence for a few additional moments, watching in shock as he sauntered into the abandoned library. Did he know something? If he did, it was more than what you did.
You followed him inside, closing the doors behind you. He was now standing in front of the large fireplace on the other side of the room. His eyes were focused on the dancing flames before him and again he didn’t bat an eye when you approached him once more.
“A war?” you asked.
Naoya refused to discuss anything politic-related with you and there was really no one else you could ask about… well anything that was going on out there.
Tearing his eyes away from the fire, Toji turned to face you another amused grin creeping onto his face.
“A war,” he repeated, but he didn’t elaborate.
“A war with whom…?” You knew that war was common, and conflict, happened all the time. Clans and villages were destroyed, you had just been a witness to one that ended in the destruction of your own. And yet here you were, within the home of the enemy trying to play nice to avoid any other issues.
“You should have asked your brother while he was here, he seems well-versed in the art of war,”
Toji began to stalk toward you, his hands resting on his lower back as he did. He looked menacing, the amber flames of the fireplace reflecting off his olive skin. That faint red seemed to bleed back into his eyes, his teeth becoming more jagged.
You weren’t sure if you were imagining all of this or if it was really happening, but your feet were glued to the floor, your body refusing to move. You were desperately trying to convince yourself that Toji was a comrade, that he had no intention of hurting you. But the alarm bells in the back of your head were ringing aloud, urging you to get away from him.
“I’ll tell you more…” Toji continued, circling around you as if he had just cornered his prey. One of his hands resting on your lower back startled you further into silence. “Under one circumstance,”
Swallowing down the dryness in your throat, you forced yourself to meet his narrow gaze, burning and sanguine. The verdant green that Toji normally possessed, was no longer there. This was… this was the entity inside of the tanto.
“I already did you one favor,” you all but whispered, followed by a gasp of surprise as he pulled your body against his, which was uncomfortably firm. He appeared to have become even larger, a massive wall of muscle crushing you against him.
“I’d like to feel that body of yours once again, you humans are so soft, and you… so willing,”
Your mind drew a blank after listening to his words. And then you recalled the nightmare that you had after you and Toji had been attacked. The night after he was possessed.
He… he had never touched you, had he? When you came to your senses it had been Naoya. What was he insinuating?
Something wasn’t right. Your mind was becoming foggy the longer you stood in his arms. It felt as if the life was being sucked out of you.
“That’s right,” he chuckled, the rumble of his voice sent an involuntary shudder down your spine. “You want to know how your brother plans to execute each and every one of the Zenin’s, don’t you?”
Blinking excessively, you stared up into the curse’s eyes his face was unnecessarily close to your own. You could hear his words, but they weren’t sinking in. The room began to shift right before you, a dense cloud of fog distorting everything beyond the façade of Toji before you.
The pad of Toji’s thumb pulled at your bottom lip parting them before he swept down to force his tongue into the warmth of your mouth. Everything felt surreal and distant, you couldn’t distinguish what was happening and what wasn’t.
You were receiving a relatively sloppy kiss from the curse, one that seemingly sucked all the air from your lungs. His tongue was… abnormally large for any man, regardless of size and it licked back towards the back of your throat until you were nearly choking.
Weakly, you pushed at his abdomen in an attempt to get him to separate. He didn’t budge and the appendage only seemed to sleep deeper into the recesses of your throat.
Your vision began to swim at the lack of air, black spots surrounding your vision until he suddenly pulled away from you, his tongue removing itself from your throat.
You fell into a fit of coughs, trying to inhale as much air as you possibly could before he grasped ahold of your face to angle your jaw back up towards him.
“He plans to kill your children as well, little one,” the words were uttered matter of factly, and he could tell by the horror in your face that you were finally beginning to understand.
You were struggling to comprehend the meaning of his words. But slowly they were beginning to make sense. Who was this demon? Curses did what they needed to do for their gain only, rarely did they reveal anything that wasn’t for their own benefit.
Was he telling you the truth? Did Sanosuke plan on betraying you in the end? Nothing he was saying made any sense.
“Who are you?” the question was out of your mouth before you could contain it. But it seemed as if he would answer with much enthusiasm.
“You may call me Jigoku,” he said, his thumb wiping away the saliva at the corner of your mouth.
“I don’t understand what you’re telling me,” You tried again, senselessly to put some space in between the two of you, but he still didn’t budge continuing to hold you firmly against him.
“You are with child, girl.” You could feel the warmth of Jigoku’s palm resting on your abdomen and it caused you to freeze against him. “I can taste it,”
“L-let me go right now!” You weakly bucked against him, but again he still didn’t allow you to move. He was so much stronger than you were, and he was thoroughly amused at the panic that you seemed to be in.
“You do want to protect your children, don’t you?”
