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darlingkisses · 8 months ago

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A Heavy Hand

A/N: For all of you that follow me I’m sorry that this isn’t my normal house of dragon/DC comic fics but this has been swirling around in my head and just needed to come out. Warnings: Dark. Non Con. Dub Con. Step-Siblings. Smut. Violence. Degradation. 18+ Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Step-sister! Reader Word Count: 3k+

Rafe's hand on your thigh was heavy, impossible to get off no matter how many times you had tried. It's not like you could make a scene at the dinner table with so many people around, Rafe would only find a way to weasel himself in a lie to your parents. Normally they would believe you over him but lately you had been acting up, hanging out with the wrong crowd of people and Rafe had been the one to rat you out to your parents.

After everything with Sarah, your mother was livid to find out you had been hanging around the cut. But your step dad, it had cut his open wound deep to think he could have another daughter that would abandon him in his time of need. They said you were house bound until they knew they could trust you again, making Rafe the main person to watch over you.

He seemed to happy about it. His lips turning up into a wide grin on his face when your parents turned their backs away. The same one that adorned his face now as his hand shifted a little higher up your bare thigh.

You had to clamp your thighs together, crossing your legs over to make sure Rafe couldn't go any further. With that the smile dropped from his face, he turned to you with an uneasy stare that you couldn’t totally read. He didn't seem upset, no, his expression seemed to be enticing you to challenge him as he leaned closer to you.

"I'm going to need that hand back if I'm going to eat," Rafe whispered, raising his eyebrows at you.

There was no arguing that so with a slight bit of hesitation you unwrapped your legs, giving him the room to move his hand away. But of course you shouldn't have trusted Rafe because the second he had space, his hand slipped higher, pinky finger grazing the fabric of your underwear.

"Rafe," you yelped, thighs shutting on his hand again.

"Y/N," Ward called across the table, looking over to the pair of you. His tone was stern and his glare was heavy as if he was warning you to not to act out of line again.

"We were just messing around," Rafe was quick to reply, playing the best older brother. The one you had never seen in your years of growing up around him. "It was my fault, Dad."

Ward brushed it off, nodding his head and turning back to his guests.

"That didn't go well for you," Rafe's voice was low as he spoke under his breath, only for you to hear. "Going to have to start behaving a bit better if you want them to trust you again."

"Go to hell," you hissed at him, trying to really push his hand away.

All you did was make it worse for yourself, hoping by parting your legs slightly you would be able to force his hand away but instead he used it to his advantage. His hand cupped your covered pussy, rubbing his fingers over the material for a second, before finally pulling away. But the second was long enough to see the way your lips parted in inaudible sigh and how your nipples pebbled through the fabric of your t-shirt.

It was enough for that smirk to be plastered on Rafe's face all over again. As if he had won some sort of game, that you didn't even realise you had been playing.

"Aren't you happy to have a little bit of freedom?"

"It's not really freedom when I'll be hovering around you and your dick head friends all night," you retorted, rolling your eyes.

Rafe was amused by your response, it seemed he was amused by everything you did these days. The sort of amusement he derived from having some sort of control over you and your life.

You wanted to be anywhere but in his truck driving to the beach with him. But Rafe had somehow convinced Ward that under his supervision you would be fine out and about. He'd make sure not to let you out of his sight, he had promised.

"Fresh air, the ocean, drinks," Rafe listed, tapping on the steering wheel. "Isn't that the sort of things Pogues like?"

"I'm pretty sure everyone from Outerbanks likes those things, Rafe," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "I just don't think some enjoy it so much when they have to do it with their older brother they don't get along with."

"Step-brother," Rafe was quick to snap, tone icy as he glared at the road ahead.

"Your dad is married to my mum so legally we are siblings," your voice picked up, finally ready to let out your weeks worth of rage. "Step siblings or not it doesn't give you the right to touch me the way you have."

"Acting like you don't like it," Rafe sneered under his breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

You barely heard him and as much as you were gearing yourself up to yell at him some more, to get him to repeat what he had just said, he was quick to cut you off.

"No running off today," Rafe barked at you with a pointed finger like you were some dog. "In my line of sight at all times. A Pogue even looks in your direction and you come stand by me. Understand?"

You didn't even dignify him with a response, rolling your eyes once again.

But Rafe wasn't here for your attitude and he made that clear by pinching your cheeks with his hand and twisting your face towards him. "Understand?"

"Yeah," you nodded, voice faltering at his stern tone. "Whatever."

Rafe took a second before letting your face go, holding you in place for a moment as he took in the sight of your body. You felt a cool shiver across your body at the way Rafe checked you out, his jaw clenching once it reached where your skirt cut off at your thighs.

"Pretty thing," Rafe commented, not giving you a moment to respond as he hopped out his truck.

You hated the way he called you that as if you were some sort of play thing he already had in his pocket. But more importantly you hated the way it made you feel, heat flooding your body at the words.

At all times of the night there were eyes on you, if they weren't Rafe's eyes, they were Topper's or Kelce's. You were sure he had told them of your rendezvous with the other side of the island, making it clear you were to be watched at all times.

It was no use anyway with Rafe so close no Pogue dared to step within a hundred metre radius of your spot. Which you hadn't really minded anyway, spending most of the time drinking with a few friends you had gone to school with.

The party even seemed enjoyable for most of the night, everything going smoothly even with Rafe's eyes staring daggers into your back. Until you broke his rules, slipping away for a second to get a refill on your drink.

You hadn't thought when you tried to search down another keg, not even realising that you had slipped away from Rafe and his friends when you finally found one still in use. You didn't realise until a familiar warm smile came into sight, arms wrapping around you without even giving you a chance to register they were there.

"I've missed you so much," Sarah gleamed, pulling you tight into her chest. "I didn't know when I would see you again."

You reciprocated the hug, glad to see your sister after a few weeks of no contact. Happy to know that she was still doing somewhat alright.

"I've missed you too," you replied, finally letting go over each other.

"Why haven't I seen you in ages?" Sarah asked, genuinely concerned as her eyes widened at you.

"I'm house bound mostly," you told her, frowning at the subject. "Courtesy of Rafe." It was only then did you realise you had stumbled away from him, eyes darting round not able to see him anywhere. "Fuck."

"Hey, you know you really should be careful around Rafe," Sarah's voice was shaken, fearful as she spoke. "He's dangerous."

"He's psychotic, I'll give him that," you laughed, not bothering to look around for him anymore. "And I sure bet he's going to have a field day when he finds me here."

"No, seriously Y/N," Sarah's hand grips onto your wrist harshly, bringing your attention back to her. "You shouldn't be anywhere near him."

"You're sounding crazy, Sarah," you told her, eyebrows furrowing at her fearful state. "What happened?"

There wasn't enough time to answer when the rest of her friends showed up behind her. They gave you a small smile but John B was quick to to place his hand out for Sarah to take.

"Let's go," he said, pulling her away.

"Well bye then," you waved her off, scoffing at the way they all just walked away.

An uneasiness settled in your stomach as you made your way back to where Rafe might still be, drink long forgotten once you finally reached him.

You didn't know how to read Rafe when he found you, his body tense once he reached you. But there was a cool demeanour about him, a sort of façade you were sure he was putting up as he stood before you.

"Truck, now," he snapped, placing a hand on the small of your back as he guided you through the crowd.

You didn't even know what to prepare yourself for when you got back to the car, but when you were out of sight of the crowd you weren't surprised when Rafe gripped onto your arm to drag you back to the truck.

"You really can't follow simple rules," Rafe's tone was something you never had heard before and at first you really couldn't pin point exactly what it was. "Have to wonder off to go find some Pogue to open your legs for. I bet you love being a little slut for them, huh?"

"I am not a slut," you yelled at him, slapping against his chest with your hand. "It wasn't even like that."

"Tell me exactly what it was like. Tell me how it took you like three drinks to go in search for some attention like the whore you are," Rafe gripped onto you harder, as if the thought of it was making him angrier. "I bet that's all you need, some dick and some attention, then you won't go crawling back to your beloved Pogues."

"It isn't like that," you screamed, feeling yourself become choked up from the comments he was making. You didn't even know why you felt such a need to defend yourself against him about it.

But that's when you finally pinpointed the venom that he was spitting from his mouth. It was jealousy, the thought of you being with someone else but not just anyone, a Pogue. At first you thought his attempts at groping you inappropriately or looking at you in certain ways was just another way to amuse himself by winding you up. But no, he really wanted you. And his next actions proved it even further.

"Get in," Rafe commanded, throwing the back car door open and shoving you inside.

You didn't even protest against him, scattering to the other side of the seats. You hadn't even thought why he had placed you in the back, not even questioned it until his hands started to unbutton his shorts in front of you.

He couldn't really be doing what you thought he was doing, there was no way. You were still parked up by the beach, away from the crowd but anyone could still walk or drive up beside you.

"What are you doing?" You asked, face completely dropping when he started to climb in beside you.

"Seeing as Dad and Rose's punishment clearly isn't working, I think it's time for me to make my own," Rafe seemed so sure about the words that fell out of his mouth, closing the door behind him. "Maybe then you'll listen."

"Rafe, you're joking right?" You were still in disbelief, bringing your knees up to your chest to shield yourself away from him. "You got your message across. Okay? I won't go anywhere near the cut again."

"Those words are like sweet music to my ear," Rafe grinned from ear to ear, yanking you down by your foot. He pinned you down to the back seats, body hovering over you as he pulled his t-shirt off. "But I need you to mean them and right now I don't think you really mean them."

"This is too far even for you." Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked up at him, shaking your head for him to stop.

"Too far," Rafe scrunched his face up as if contemplating the idea in his head. "I think this punishment is perfectly acceptable." He leaned down, holding your hands above your head with one hand. "I think someone needs to fuck the traitorous brat out of you. Give you the attention you seem to fucking crave so badly."

"Rafe-"

Your protest was swallowed with his lips on yours, hungry as they moved against yours. He nibbled at your lips when you didn't kiss back or open your mouth for him and when that didn't seem to work, he bit onto your bottom lip hard, making you yelp and open your mouth for him.

He had drew blood, you could taste it when his tongue slipped into your mouth and you think the fact turned him on even more as he pressed up against you. You felt slightly docile after he was done kissing you, too busy trying to regain your breath to fight off his next move.

"Pretty thing," he seemed to admire you from above, slipping his free hand across your body. It grazed your subtle skin, fingers dancing around the edges of your clothes, taking a second before slipping yours bikini top off with ease. "Fuck so pretty."

He was in a trance at the sight of your tits, admiring the way your nipples had pebbled. It shouldn't of been a shock to you when his mouth latched onto one of them but you couldn't help but yelp as you felt his wet tongue lick at your nipple. You even had to fight back a sigh at the feeling, grinding your teeth together to keep any noises of pleasure at bay.

Once you got your breath back you were able to speak again but when you opened your lips, the noise that slipped out worked against you as Rafe grinded his hips against yours, eliciting a small whimper from you.

"That's my good girl," Rafe spoke into the skin of your breasts.

"Rafe, stop this isn't right," you told him, trying to wriggle free. All you did was rub against him, enticing him even more. "We can't do this."

All that Rafe did was laugh at you, grinding slightly harder into you as he marked up your chest.

Once he seemed satisfied he lifted himself up slightly, enough for you to sit up yourself and make your way from him but Rafe had other plans. With one hand he shoved you back against the seats with ease, then in one swift movement he tore your panties off of your legs, throwing them onto the floor somewhere.

Then he was on top of you again, his body heavy on yours as he made himself comfortable between your legs. Your attempts to push him and slap at him did nothing to throw him off, it only seemed to encourage him as his hands pulled his shorts and boxers down.

"Rafe, please," you were crying, tears streaming down your face.

Rafe ignored your pleas as he wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a few strokes before he lined himself up. He hissed at the wetness that met the tip of his dick, spreading it across your folds as he started down at it in complete awe.

"Fuck, you're so wet baby," Rafe cooed into your ear, flicking over your clit so gently with his dick.

You couldn't stop the whimper that fell from your lips or any of the other noises when Rafe finally slid into your walls. There was no fight in you left after that, your hands grabbed onto his shoulders for stability instead of slapping him away. Your lips fall open to let out soft moans instead of pleas for him to get away.

Rafe grinned in triumphant at how easily you succumbed to him. He made sure to bury himself deep inside of you with each slow thrust, his tip brushing apart of you that you didn't know anyone would ever be able to reach. With every thrust he had your walls clenching around him, dripping like they never had before.

You wanted to say something, to tell him this wasn't right and hold your ground a bit more but you couldn't. With every roll of his hips he had you panting and whining, mind becoming fogged as you became cock drunk. And you could tell he was loving every second of it.

It was in the way he drank in your vulnerability with his eyes, finding himself going faster so you could cling onto him just that tiny bit more. His eyes were so dilated you could barely see the blue, it was all too clouded by the darkness that was Rafe. He winked when he noticed you looking up at him, taking it as a sign to get closer to you as he pressed his forehead against yours,

There was an intimacy in this that you weren't expecting from Rafe, in his stares and the way he sometimes pecked his lips on yours. It was confusing, something you really couldn't think about in the moment but you were grateful for it. Grateful that he wasn't being completely cruel.

"Rafe," you were breathless as he pushed a stray hair of yours behind your ear.

"You're so perfect when you're just like this," Rafe groaned, taking your legs from the side of him. He pushed them down and in between the pair of you, having your ankles dangling by your head. With this angle he was reaching in deeper, making your eyes roll back at the feeling. "So at peace beneath me."

"Rafe."

A hand of yours reached out to push him away, finding it over stimulating as he pushed into you with no mercy. He could see you opening your lips again and not knowing if he would like what was about to come out, he shut you up the best way he knew how. He rolled his hips into you, hard, setting a brutal pace that had your nails digging into biceps for stability.

"Wait- uh," everything that left your mouth from there was incoherent to both of you, even his name wasn't pronounced properly as he fucked his rage into you.

You couldn't even help the way you were soaking him, walls sucking him in and squeezing him to keep him there. He could sense how close you were with your eyes fluttering shut and your thighs shaking. He wanted to push you there, to watch the way your face contoured as he pushed you over the edge.

But you were closing your eyes and he couldn't have that. His hand wrapped around your throat making your eyes spring open, bringing your attention back to him and grounding you a bit.

"Eyes on me princess," Rafe let out in a growl, squeezing his hand in a slight warning. "Got it?"

Eagerly you nodded even though your vision grew blurry with each second.

"You going to cum for me?" Rafe asked and you were honestly surprised how he could be so focused on you. With the way you were feeling, you could barely focus on anything.

"Yes," you managed to get out, feeling your cunt start to twitch around him.

You felt your face flush with embarrassment at the noises you made when you finally came, pussy fluttering around him. Your back arched up into him and you struggled to keep your eyes open. But you managed and you could tell Rafe was thankful, especially with the way his mouth hung open at your expressions.

He wasn't far behind, unable to hold back with the way your pussy clamped down on him, milking him of all his cum. He didn't even bother to pull out, painting your walls instead with every drop of cum he could get out. His pace grew sloppy, finally coming down giving you space to breathe as he collapsed on top of you.

It took you some time to get back to reality and Rafe sensed it as soon as your body tensed underneath him.

"We shouldn't of done that. You shouldn't of done that," you told him, voice still shaky. "This has really gone too far."

Rafe snorted at that, pressing a peck on your neck before resting his head against yours.

"I think I should tell dad." You didn't know what had come over you in that moment, his dick was still buried in you and you knew that nothing could make you muster up courage to ever speak this to your step dad.

"He wouldn't believe you," Rafe chuckled darkly, a venom in his tone that you knew so well. "I think he'll take my word when I tell him you were just slutting it out for some stupid Pogue."

"You're awful."

"Anyway you wouldn't want to tell dad. Not when you want me to fuck you just like that again."

Rafe finally moved, sitting up from his position to look around for his clothes. You noticed the mess you had made all over him, your wetness coating his dick and balls, even dripping onto the seats below. You were mortified at the sight of it and how badly you wanted to do it again.

As if he could feel you staring at him, Rafe turned to look at you. A smug smile over his lips at the sight of you cowering in the corner of his truck.

"So, round two here or back at the house."

"Fuck you."

With that Rafe's hand was tugging at your hair, yanking you towards him until you positioned yourself in his lap. He didn't care how you yelled at the pain, only cared about the way his cock was springing to life once again.

"That's not a nice way to talk to your older brother," He tutted, releasing his grip on your hair.

"You're so messed up."

"Does that make you messed up to?" Rafe pushed his tip along your folds again and you couldn't help but wince at the sensitivity of it. "Seeing how much you enjoyed that. You know I’ve never had a girl cum so hard on my cock.”

All you could do was whine in response as he guided your hips down on his length. You knew it shouldn't be happening again but you knew there was no way you were going to stop him.

"And I really want to see you cum again."

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darlingkisses · 8 months ago

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jjk men putting in just the tip

characters: nanami, gojo, geto, toji | fem reader warnings: 18+, smut, dry humping, teasing, denial, dirty talk, begging, creampie all of these end with you getting fucked <3 hehe

NANAMI…

it’s a losing battle from the start. his willpower is weak and you already know this but it’s just too much fun to tease him.

nanami is grinding against you on the bed, rutting his cock on your pussy in desperation like he’s so horny that he doesn’t even know what to do with himself. if it weren’t for the fact that you were both still clothed, you’d basically be fucking already.

his pants are tented, the fabric stretched so far to accommodate his erection that it looks like it could break. every time he slides against your panties, the friction is delicious and you both moan. you’re wet down there and so is he, a damp spot appearing where he’s leaking precum. nanami rolls his hips into yours, faster and faster, and you gasp at the rush of pleasure that makes your head dizzy.

“let me—let me fuck you,” he says, eyes dark and filled with arousal. the words make you shudder. it’s so hot seeing nanami, who is usually so composed, begging and desperate like this.

“you can put it in,” you tell him, “but just the tip, okay?”

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darlingkisses · 8 months ago

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Perv!Gojo who’s having a hard time keeping his hands to himself with his virgin girlfriend. You were just too cute, how could he not touch you?

Perv!Gojo who is enraptured by your body and will ask to use your thighs or tits to get off.

Perv!Gojo who’s cum more times than he can count to the thought of taking your virginity; being the first guy to see you when you fall apart completely.

Perv!Gojo who’s lying to himself everyday by telling you it’s fine, he’s okay with waiting until you’re ready.

Perv!Gojo who whines in your ear when you have your hand wrapped around his cock, begging you in such a pretty, sweet voice to let him put it inside this time.

Perv!Gojo who’s got you straddling his lap and dripping on his fingers; stretching you out even if you’re unsure of going all the way.

Perv!Gojo who promises to ‘just put the tip in’ but the second he’s inside you he can’t stop himself from sinking further into your tight pussy.

Perv!Gojo who kisses you lovingly to hush your protests, promising that it’ll feel so good.

Perv!Gojo who’s got you crying on his cock from the number of times he’s made you come and he’s not even close.

Perv!Gojo who gets you addicted to him and will come running when you call to say you miss him.

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darlingkisses · 8 months ago

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Best friend’s dad

ʚ ft. Toji Fushiguro

ʚ cont: fem reader, legal age gap (r! is in college), virgin reader, dry humping, fingering, oral (f!r), so much dirty talk, teasing, sexual tension, mutual pining, rough sex, multiple orgasms, dacraphillia, unprotected sex, breeding kink, big dick Toji

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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It wasn't at all uncommon for you to spend the night at Megumi's house, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't have alternative motives for wanting to stay the night so often. Luckily for you, Megumi didn't care much about your gross, taboo crush on his father. He wasn't completely unaware of how people looked at him in public, how solicitors lost their pitch when he opened the door.

Toji Fushiguro was one of the most handsome men you'd ever seen, so what if he was old enough to be your dad? Clicking the buttons on your car remote, it locked with a honk as you made your way up to the Fushiguro's front door, bag in hand, ready to spend the night yet again. Finals had just finished, meaning you two had some time to relax, maybe order some food, maybe convince Fushiguro to finally invite his long-time crush, Itadori, over to spend the night as well.

"It'll be perfect!" Your voice bordered on whining as you sat on your knees in front of Megumi and gripped his shoulders hard, shaking him back and forth. The dark-haired boy looked unimpressed, staring off into space as he waited for you to let go of him. "Look I even downloaded his favorite movies just for tonight!" You exclaimed, gesturing to the TV in front of you.

"How do you know his favorite movies?" Fushiguro asked, his eyes pointing at you like little slivers, his voice accusatory. "Relax loverboy, I asked for your sake." You deadpanned, shaking your head. You had been friends with Itadori almost as long as you'd known Megumi. When the three of you ended up at the same junior high all those years ago, you took the initiative to introduce them to each other, and the three of you have been inseparable ever since.

Megumi pouted and looked away, a light blush dusting across his cheeks. The three of you had hung out many times before, but never the two of them alone, and never at his house. Because of Fushiguro's dad, he didn't bring people home often. His dad was a bit crass and intimidating, he didn't want to scare away any possible friends by introducing them to his dad prematurely, so you were the only one of Megumi's friends he'd med, besides friends here and there in passing, only having seen them for a moment when Megumi had to stop by the house to grab something.

Fushiguro's groan made you snap your head away from the TV as you organized the movies in order so one would play after the other. Megumi had his face in his hands before he lifted his face, his hands dragging down the skin of his face. "What are you pouting about? I'm not taking no for an answer Fushiguro, tonight is the night." You said, emphasizing your words with your hands.

"It's not that... I'm worried about him meeting my dad." Megumi said, running a hand through his hair. You suppressed a giggle, covering your mouth, "He's not as scary as you think he is. Anyways, Itadori is good with people, he's not going to be put off by your dad Fushiguro." You said, watching Megumi's reaction to your words. He sighed, half rolling his eyes before they landed on yours. "You don't think he's scary because you're in love with him." Megumi deadpanned, looking almost disgusted at you.

You smirked, shaking your head. "I can think he's scary and hot at the same time." Megumi groaned at your words, he hated when you called his dad hot to his face. "Anyways if you're scared of that old man just say that., but Itadori will be different." You laughed, poking Megumi's shoulder. He quickly swatted at your hand, making you laugh and find the remote again.

"Who's an old man?" A deeper, more mature voice echoed from the hall. You weren't given long to brace yourself before Megumi's door was being pushed open by a socked foot, the large figure coming into view as Toji Fushiguro himself crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. You felt your heart race, all the saliva left your mouth in an instant, so much for not being scared of him.

"You. Get out." Megumi said plainly, not even bothering to look in the direction of his father. You on the other hand, had your eyes glued to the older man, your eyes not so subtly tracing down his body, taking in the eye candy in front of you shamelessly. The tight black shirt he was wearing accentuated his muscles, the ridges of his abs standing out clear as day through the fabric, making the previously scarce saliva return to your mouth.

You tried to resist the urge to stare at his bottom half when you realized he was wearing grey sweats. You don't know how those damn pants still had the ability to get you so hot when that's all you'd ever seen him wear, but they did the job well. Dragging your eyes back up his body, they landed on his face. Your heart nearly shot out of your mouth when you realized he was already looking at you. How long had he been watching you?

"I didn't see you when you came in," Toji said, tipping his head against the door. You almost missed the way his eyes looked over your body subtly as you sat on Megumi's bed, legs now crossed. You cleared your throat before you spoke, "I just got here, Mr. Fushiguro," You said, averting your eyes as you spoke. "Come find me and say hi next time, you're my favorite friend of Megumi's after all," Toji responded, taking the opportunity of you looking away to stare at how well your tits filled out the shirt you were wearing, your cleavage spilling out from the top.

It was rare you were wearing anything other than Megumi's clothes when you came over, so this was a sight for sore eyes, a sight he wasn't going to miss even if you caught him. After all, you were wearing that shirt in his house, he should have the right to look at you all he wants. His lidded eyes found your face once again, he didn't miss the way the tips of your ears had turned a bright red, he swallowed hard at the sight. You always got so fidgety so easy, he didn't even have to do anything.

"She's the only friend of mine you know, idiot," Megumi interjected, keeping his eyes on his phone as he typed away. Toji's smirk grew, his eyes staying locked on yours even as his son spoke. "Doesn't change a thing." He replied, his tone suggestive.

He held eye contact with you for a moment, maybe even a second too long, your heartbeat becoming the only thing you could hear in your ears before he looked away, his body peeling off the wall as he grabbed the handle and closed it behind him. "Knock next time!" Fushiguro yelled as he heard his father's footsteps descend away from his door, getting heavier and heavier.

You sighed long and hard before you fell face-first into Megumi's comforter, letting out a string of squealing. "You're so gross, don't do that in front of me," Megumi said, giving you a hard side eye as he tapped away on his phone. "Anyways... while you were flirting with my dad I uh, I invited Itadori. He'll be on his way soon." Megumi said. You don't think your body has ever moved as fast as it did at that moment.

Sitting up you grabbed the tops of Megumi's knees and shook them, the back of his head hitting against the headboard in the process as you voiced your excitement. "Megumiiiii! This is gonna be so great!" You exclaimed. Megumi everted his eyes, a pout forming on his face as he blushed harder, a hand covering his face in the process.

"Okay, okay, enough." He said, his eyes squinting as he looked at the wall. Once you finally let go of Megumi, you ranted about how the night was going to go, laying out your master plan for the boy. Megumi pretended to be uninterested the entire time, but you both knew how much he was actually hanging onto your every word. He wanted this to go smoothly just as much as you did.

When Yuuji finally arrived, the meeting with Mr. Fushiguro had gone better than he ever expected. Itadori, ever the polite boy he was, ran excitedly up the the older Fushiguro and shook his hand with the grip of a thousand men, shaking it as he spewed praises about the man's son. Toji gave a knowing smirk to the dark-haired boy behind his friend as he desperately tried to pry Itadori away from his dad.

So far, everything was going to plan. Dinner had been eaten, and gossip had been spilled, mostly by you and Itadori, but Megumi was happy to be there, despite his scowl that said otherwise. Now the three of you were sat on the bed, ready to watch Itadori's favorite movies, unbeknownst to the pink-haired boy. You had purposefully left out the part in your plan where you were going to excuse yourself from the room when the movie started to allow Megumi and his long-time crush some alone time, as you knew Megumi probably wouldn't have invited him over in that case.

You rested on your side at the end of the bed by the boy's feet, who sat together against Megumi's headboard, shoulders just inches away from touching, each time you glanced over at them the smile you gave Megumi combined with your wiggling eyebrows made him kick you in the back, an action Itadori seemed to miss.

The room was dark as the movie came to life, a blanket draped over the bottom half of your body as you stared blankly at the TV, trying to pretend to be interested in the freaky and confusing plot of Itadori's favorite movie. You guessed Megumi was feeling the same way since you two shared the same taste in movies. Only he actually had a reason to pretend to be interested, you didnt.

Before you fell asleep and ruined your master plan, you slid off the bed, trying not to get in the way of the TV. You threw the blanket on top of the two boys' legs, hoping at some point they would adjust it and get cozy together. Both boys looked over your way as you stood on your feet before looking back at them. "Bathroom?" Itadori asked, tilting his head at you like a puppy.

"Ah... Something like that, I'll be back in a second!" You said, putting on your best sincere smile as you looked between the boys. Yuji looked away first after acknowledging your words, Megumi stayed staring, a look on his face that read, Don't do this to me. You smiled, your eyes crinkling at the corners as you mouthed, "This is for your own good." Making Megumi press his lips tightly together in response. You swear you saw his eye twitch before you turned around and started for the door.

Closing Megumi's bedroom door behind you as quietly as possible, you pressed your back against it, smiling to yourself. Your eyes darted around the dark and quiet hallway as you tried to figure out what you were going to do to pass the time. The movie was almost three hours after all. You decided to head to the living room after a couple of moments of pondering.

Toji would most likely be in his room by now, leaving you the kitchen and living area to yourself, the perfect place to lounge around by yourself as you gave the boys some space. As you tiptoed past Toji's room, you noticed it was completely silent through the door, not even a crack of light peaking under the wood. Toji had horrible sleeping habits from what you conjured since spending so much time here, so it was unusual for him to be asleep at this time, but it wasn't unusual for him to be in his room at this hour.

You grabbed the railing as you fumbled in the darkness, tiptoeing down the stairs as you made your way to the living area. You were about to sigh in relief when you finally made it down the stairs without falling when you saw a faint blue light flashing from the direction of the living area. Poking your head around the corner, you caught a glimpse of the back of Toji's head.

You felt your mouth run dry when your eyes focused in the dark and took in the expanse of Toji's bare arms and neck. Squinting your eyes, you could see his shoulders were bare too. Was he shirtless? It was then that you saw the towel slung over the back of the couch under Toij's large arm, his hair that glowed in the light of the TV appearing to be damp.

You felt your face heat up. You've seen Toji shirtless before, and each time his impressive physique was in front of you, it made it impossible for you to focus on anything but how many indents were in between each of his abs. You tucked your head back behind the wall, Toji now out of view as you pressed your back against the wall.

There was nowhere else in the house you could wait out the movie, besides maybe the bathroom, but if Itadori or Fushiguro needed to use the bathroom, it would be over. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and took deep, slow breaths, trying to calm your heart as you gathered the courage to walk out into the room.

Maybe you would get lucky and Toji wouldn't acknowledge your presence as you sat on one of the bar stools in the kitchen, away from him and his insane body. Although you had told Megumi you weren't scared of him, you were partially lying. You were intimidated, especially when you were faced with him on your own.

Even after all your years of knowing Megumi, you've had very few conversations with Toji one one-on-one, never lasting long enough to get past the "How's your day?" question before Megumi popped back into the room and dragged you away. Your heart was still racing even after taking so many deep breaths, the past conversations you'd had with him replaying over and over in your head, unknowingly stressing you out.

After a few more moments of internal struggle, you peeled your ridged body off the wall and walked into the living area, trying to ignore Toji as you b-lined for the kitchen, an almost constipated look on your face as you held your breath. Toji turned his head around to face you when he heard your footsteps, his dark eyes following your body as you walked right past him without uttering so much as a word.

Just when you thought you'd gotten lucky, a very familiar, deep, pussy wetting voice echoed quietly through the almost silent room. "Ignoring me again? My feelings might get hurt if you keep this up." Your back was to him as you held the handles of the cabinet, freezing in place. You pressed your lips together in defeat, your eyes shutting for a brief moment before you turned on your heels to look at him.

Only the Toji Fushiguro who was sitting on the couch just moments ago was now leaning forward on the back of the bar chair on the opposite side of the kitchen island from you, one large hand gripping the back of the chair, the other holding a beer bottle. Sure enough, your eyes hadn't been deceiving you back then. Toji was completely shirtless, his sweats hung lowly on his hips. You prayed he didnt catch the way your eyes flitted down his body, staring long enough to notice the veins on his v-line, before you caught yourself.

You met his eyes for only a moment before you looked away, your body stuttering as you turned around and reached back up to the cabinet for a glass, a heat creeping up your neck.

"Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you." You said, clearing your throat before you spoke. You shut the cabinet quietly before stepping over to the sink and filling your glass. "Such a sweetheart." Toji praised, his words making your hand squeeze the glass a little tighter.

Toji took the chance to rake his eyes down the back of your body. He could easily see how tense you were, how the muscles in your arms and back tensed and released each time he spoke. You were almost vibrating with nervousness, and he was eating it up. You locked eyes with him as you turned around, sitting back against the sink, your legs pressed tightly together, looking ever so ridged.

"What are you doing down here anyways huh? Thought you were watchin' a movie with the boys." Toji asked, bringing his beer to his lips, all while keeping his eyes on you. You hesitated before you spoke, you knew Toji didn't care about things like two boys being together, but you didn't know if he knew Megumi was into boys. "Just uh... not my kinda movie." You said, quickly bringing the glass to your lips to hide your lie.

"Mmm," Toji responded, keeping his eyes on yours even after you looked away. "Wanna watch a movie with me then? I'll let you pick 'n everything." Toji said, tilting his head over to the couch. If your mouth wasn't dry before, it was now. It was so impossibly hard not to ogle his body. It was right in front of you, and he was so toned and impressive like he spent years on it. It's like he wanted someone to look at it, to appreciate it. And god if you were given the chance, you would.

You had no real reason not to accept his invitation, besides the fact that you were positive you were already drenching your panties, and you weren't sure if you could hold a coherent conversation with him without panting like a dog and staring at his body like he's some piece of meat. You rubbed your lips together nervously before your eyes found him again and you nodded.

A smirk spread across Toji's features, one that made your knees weak. "Good. You wanna beer or anything first?" Toji offered before he rounded the counter and placed the empty bottle by the sink, his body now dangerously close to yours. Each time he was this close to you, it was impossible to not think about how prominent your size difference was. He was bigger than you in every way, it made you shiver.

"Please." You responded, nodding. A drink would either help you fucking relax, or make your horniess and self-awareness ten thousand times worse, you would find out soon, but you had to try something and quick before you pounced on him. "So polite too. Love that." Toji smiled before you felt a heavy pressure against your head. His hand retracted before you could even register what happened.

You were stuck staring blankly at the expanse of his large, toned back as he opened the fridge and grabbed two new beers, holding the tops of them in one hand between his fingers. He looked at you over his shoulder as gestured with his head toward the TV before he started for it, you following hot on his trail.

Toji sat down first, his legs spreading wide as he patted the cushion next to him, inviting you to sit down. The TV was on, but muted, only colorful lights illuminated his and your bodies as you stood in front of the TV. Toji leaned forward and started taking the caps off your beers while you got situated next to him.

You kept your distance a bit as you finally sat down, the purposeful action not being missed by the ever-so-observant man next to you. "Don't be scared sweetheart, I won't bite," Toji said teasingly, resting his arm close to you out over the back of the couch behind you as he held your beer out for you with his other. "Sorry." You mumbled, taking the drink from his hand.

"You scared of me? After all this time?" Toji laughed, his body angled a little towards you, his knee almost bumping into yours as you sat formally next to him, legs pressed firmly together. You were about to continue when Toji spoke first, adding, "Is it 'cos I'm your boyfriend's dad?" You swear in that moment the world stopped rotating on its axis. The reaction you gave him was the most emotion he's seen from you all night.

Leaning closer to Toji, you scrunched your eyebrows together in confusion, a look of almost disgust plastered on your face. "You think Megumi is my boyfriend??" you asked incredulously, making Toji's eyes open a bit in response to your visceral reaction. "I figured from how often you spend the night over here. Always hangin' out in his bedroom with the door shut." Toji said, a look of amusement on his face.

Your hands shot up in front of you as you quickly waved them back and forth, shaking your head from side to side at the same time. "Ohhhhh nonononono, no. NO." You said, your tone getting firmer with every no you uttered. Toji let out a deep chuckle, the sound warming you up from the inside out. "Sorry, guess I should've assumed then," Toji said before he reached out and patted your knee, making your body go ridged again.

The touch was gone before you knew it, much like the one in the kitchen. "I don't have to feel bad then," Toji mumbled under his breath before he took a gulp of his drink. You were going to ask him to repeat what he said before he spoke again, cutting you off. "So, you gotta boyfriend then? Can't imagine he's so cool with you sleepin' over at some other guy's house so often." Toji pushed, his eyes tracing over your form almost unnoticeably from the sides of his eyes.

Your eyes were not in front of you, watching the colors and words on the TV change as you took in his words while you sipped on your drink, the bitter liquid making your throat burn as it went down. "No, I've never had a boyfriend." You said, your body relaxing against the couch as you were swept up in thought.

Toji found this extremely enticing, his knee closest to you bending on the couch as he now turned his body fully to face you, drink resting against his knee as he held his face with his palm, elbow resting against the back of the couch. "No? You're such a pretty little thing, can't imagine you'd run into problems finding a boyfriend." Toji's praise made your whole body vibrate with a newfound heat. You kept your body facing forward but turned your head to face him, unable to stop yourself from running your eyes down his body once before you found his eyes.

"It's not like I've never had crushes or anything, but all throughout high school, and even now in college, Megumi... he scares guys away." You say, sighing before you look away. "He doesn't mean to, but he can come off as intimidating sometimes, so guys don't approach me when he's around... which is most of the time." You finish, shaking your head.

Toji hummed in acknowledgment as he listened to you speak, all the while staring shamelessly at your tits from the side, his eyes dark. "You want a boyfriend?" He asked, sipping on his beer while he kept his eyes on your chest. He swallowed hard when you leaned fully back against the couch abruptly, your cleavage jiggling from the top of your shirt. You placed the beer bottle between your thighs and rubbed your knees, your face screwing in all kinds of ways as you thought.

"Sometimes." You replied when you had decided on an answer. Toji could tell you were much more relaxed now. Leaning forward, he plucked your half-empty drink from between your thighs and placed it on the coffee table, along with his own before he went back to resting on his hand like nothing happened. The small gesture had made your heart race again after it had been so calm too.

Your palms felt sweaty as you rubbed your knees, suddenly so acutely aware of his eyes on you. "Why's that?" Toji pushed, his knee threatening to bump into yours. He hadn't moved, but he seemed so much closer now. Or maybe it was just your senses heightening as you were suddenly more aware of his arm behind your shoulders, his collarbones flexing every time he moved.

You shrugged before looking at him, turning your face fully to look at him this time, your legs staying firmly pressed together. You felt yourself throb when your eyes locked on his, his gaze darker and more intense than before. "You want someone to take care of you?" Toji asked, keeping his wording vague on purpose to tease you. And tease you it did. You tried to rub your thighs together subtly as your eyebrows furrowed with your growing arousal.

You tried to keep your eyes on his as you nodded. You didn't know if it was your own arousal and slight tipsyness, but the air in the room seemed to shift. Toji reached out and caressed your face with the palm of his hand, his thumb brushing over your cheek. His touch was so delicate compared to how rough his skin felt against you. "You drunk?" Toji asked, probably noticing the fuzziness in your eyes, only it wasn't from the alcohol.

"No." You replied, leaning against his touch instinctively despite every alarm going off in your head that was telling you you shouldn't be doing this. "You look warm, you sure? Can't even look at me right." Toji teased, cocking his head to the side as he ran his hand up to your forehead, feeling how hot your skin felt. You pressed your thighs together harder, feeling yourself throb as he touched you so freely. "It's not 'cos of the alcohol." You whispered, part of you hoping he wouldn't catch your words.

Toji's smirk grew before he dragged his eyes up from your plush lips to your eyes, his gaze dark and telling. "No?" He asked, his eyebrows raising in question. "What is it then?" Toji pushed, subtly and slowly leaning closer to you, trying to get you to open up to him. Just when you were about to answer, the sound of someone falling down the stairs shook you out of the headspace you were in.

Toji didn't even flinch, instead turning his head to look at the source of noise as you jerked your body away from him, putting some distance between yourselves as his hand dropped from your face. A few moments later the familiar siloet of Yuji Itadori popped out from behind the wall, rubbing the back of his head in pain. He froze in place when he saw the two of you staring at him before his head tilted in confusion.

"Huh? What are you doing down here?" You suppressed the urge to giggle as you stared at the pink-haired boy who quickly resumed his pace for the kitchen. "Oh uh, just wasn't super into the movie." You lied through your teeth, the shakiness in your voice only making sense to the older man in front of you whose attention was now on you, his eyes staring right through you.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we can watch something else if you want." Itadori offered sweetly as he grabbed two cans of soda out from the fridge before closing it and walking up behind the couch. Your eyes almost shot out of your sockets when you felt a warm hand engulf your thigh. Your eyes shot over to Toji's for half a second before they were back on Yujis. "No worries!" You said, shaking your hands out in front of you, praying he wouldn't get any closer to notice Megumi's dad's hand on your thigh, his thick rubbing teasing circles against it.

"Me and Mr. Fushiguro are watching something instead! Go spend some alone time with Megumi!" You said, shaking your head rapidly, trying to ignore how hot you felt between your thighs as you placed your hand on top of the older Fushiguro's, begging him not to tease you right now. That only made him slide his hand up further, the tips of his fingers teasing right under the fabric of your shorts, making you suppress a whimper.

Itadori smiled at your words, the tips of his ears turning red. "Yeah, alright." He said, nodding at you, "But if you change your mind, the movie doesn't have that much left so you can join us whenever!" He was so kind, you felt so bad you didn't comprehend a single word he said as you dug your nails into Toji's wrist, who was now licking his lips as his fingers were lost deeper and deeper under your shorts.

You nodded, making sure the pink-haired boy was out of sight and up the stairs before you let out the breath you were holding. "What are you doing?" You stuttered, your words coming out breathy and needy. Toji slid his hand fully under the fabric of your shorts before he gripped the fat of your thighs, his thumb pinching the fat right next to your panties, making your eyes flutter.

"You were gonna tell me what had you all squirmy before that kid came down here," Toji said, retracting his hand from under your shorts, leaving your skin feeling hot where he last touched it. Your brain was short-circuiting at this point. No one had ever touched you the way Toji was touching you right now, and you had no idea why he was. You couldn't stop yourself from dragging your eyes down his torso and falling on his lap.

There was an extremely noticeable bulge in his sweat where his cock was, making you swallow all the saliva in your now dry mouth. Toji licked his lips as he watched your eyes trail over his body, making him feel hot. "I see the way you look at me," Toji whispered before the hand he held on the back of the couch slid down to the back of your neck, gripping your nape.

"I-" you were about to respond when he continued, "I hear you. Hear the way you talk about me to my son." Toji adds, making any denial or rebuttal you had vanished in an instant. "I feel the way you're pressing your thighs together right now." The grip on your neck tightened before his fingers started rubbing against you, sliding a bit down your back before caressing back up to your nape.

"I've been around long enough to notice when a woman is aroused." You swallowed hard at his insinuating words. "You a virgin?" Toji continued, his question making your veins run cold. "Cos you're sure actin' like one." He laughed at his own words, making your face heat up in embarrassment. "Mr. Fushiguro..." You started, unsure of what you even wanted to say as you whispered his name, pouting at him,

"You said you want someone to take care of you right?" He asked before the hand on your nape was sliding down your back again. His arm wrapped around your torso and pulled you close to him, making your heart race in your chest, the sound of it loud in your ears. Using his other hand he situated you on his lap, spreading your thighs over his, the neediest part of you pressing right on top of his crotch, which was hard and hot under you.

"Tell me you want this and I'll make you feel so good pretty girl, not into forcing a girl to do shit she doesn't wanna do," Toji said, making you swallow hard at his words. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't imagined what he was like in bed before. He was so domineering and intimidating, he seemed like the kind of guy who wanted you to verbalize what you wanted in bed, and you were quickly finding out that was true.

One of Toji's large hands rested on your upper thigh as his other reached up and caressed your cheek, trying to get you to relax. "What if Megumi or Itadori comes down here? What if we get caught?" You whisper, averting your eyes from his when his lustful gaze proved too much to handle. Toji could feel how your cunt pulsed and throbbed on top of him even through all the layers of clothes. He knew Megumi didn't care about your crush on him, and he knew even more that you wanted this. You were just nervous and he would say anything you wanted to reassure you.

"No one is coming down here," Toji said, caressing your thigh. "It's just you and me sweet thing," Toji emphasized his words by pressing his hips up into yours, his hard cock pressing harder against you, making your eyes flutter shut for a second. After a few more moments of Toji patiently caressing your face, waiting for your brain to work and decide your answer, you finally nodded before speaking the words that sealed your fate, "I want it."

Toji smiled before he thrust his hips slowly up against you again, watching how your body relaxed from the shallow teasing. "Want what?" He asked, licking his lips as he kept his eyes on yours. Your breathing was now fast and staggered as you met his hips with your own, slowly rolling your cunt against him, bringing yourself some relief. "Want you to make me feel good." You responded, your face growing hotter at the admission.

Toji picked up the pace of his hips, your body now bouncing on top of his as he dry-humped you a little faster. He dropped his hand from your face and placed both of them behind you on your hips, helping you rock yourself against him. "Yeah?" He responded, his eyebrows furrowing together as he teased you. "Want me to make you feel good?" He teased, his hands grip on your hips bruising. "Want me to make you cum?" His words made you nod your head furiously as whimpers fell from your lips, his part cock rubbing perfectly against your clit through all the layers of clothing.

He groaned through his teeth, his eyes falling shut for a moment as he rested his head back against the couch, watching the way your almost limp body rocked on top of him, your hands grabbing firmly on his forearms, steadying yourself. "Wanted you for so long, you know that?" Toji confessed, feeling his cock drip pre-cum steadily into his boxers. He was leaking so much, he felt like a teenager again.

You whined at his words, one of your hands leaving his forearm to press against your mouth, half to suppress your noises, half to cover yourself out of embarrassment. "Wanted to fuck you every time I saw you walk around my house in nothing but a t-shirt." He continued babbling, dragging you faster along his clothed cock. "Had to fucking rub one out every time you looked at me with those pretty eyes, so submissive 'n scared." You caught a gasp behind your hand. He got off to you? He's been getting off to you?

"Haven't been able to fuck anyone but my fist since I set my eyes on you." Toji groaned, his cock throbbing hard against his pants as he spoke, his voice getting rougher. "You gonna let me fuck you tonight?" Toji asked, smiling with his mouth slightly parted, arousal leaking out of his words. Looking down at his cock, you could see how big it was even covered by his sweats. Sure you had fucked yourself on a dildo before, but nothing compared to Toji's size.

"I don't... I don't know how to" You started, uncovering your mouth as you spoke, your eyes finding him again. "Don't worry about a thing sweetheart, just gotta lay there while I drill my cock into you." You screamed internally, how could he say such shameless things so easily? "Okay, okay you can fuck me." you said quietly, your eyebrows furrowing together as you spoke, keeping your eyes on him.

The groan that left Toji's lips was raw and unrestrained, if his cock and balls didn't ache before, they sure as hell did now. "Good choice princess, I'll fuck you so good," Toji promised. He only let you rock back and forth a few more times before he spun your body around and placed your back against his chest, your legs being spread apart by his large hands. "Can't take this dry-humping shit anymore though. Gonna blow my load in my pants if we keep that up." Toji groaned, almost pouting. He was more sensitive than he would care to admit, just a few minutes of dry humping and he was already ready to cum.

You tried to focus on what was happening now as you took in the woody, familiar smell of Toji's scent. His abs felt so hard agaisnt your back, and his breath that was tickling your shoulders and neck each time he exhaled sent shivers down your spine, he was so close, so all-consuming, so overwhelming. Your head was being forced to the side by his own as he dropped his head down to the crook of your neck and began sucking against your pulse point, making you gasp into the air.

"Keep m' open," Toji whispered, his voice deep against your ear as he released one of your legs and slowly dragged his fingertips along the inside of your thigh, tickling your skin. You felt yourself throb each time he got closer and closer to where you needed him most. "You masturbate?" Toji asked, his lips disconnecting from your neck and switching to your ear, his sharp teeth nibbling against the shell of it.

His words caught you off guard as you looked down between your legs to watch his hand that was getting dangerously close to your cunt. You hesitated before nodding. You felt his cock twitch against your ass. His fingers hovered just above your cunt as you subtly wiggled against him, trying to get him to touch you. "How do you do it?" He pressed before tapping his fingers against your clit, pausing after every few touches.

You moaned and wiggled against him, trying to be as conscious as possible about how loud you were being. "Mr. Fushiguro-" You whined, not wanting to answer his embarrassing question. "Toji." He corrected before continuing, "Do you rub your clit till you cum? Do you finger yourself? Both?" His voice was so deep and rough next to your ear, that you couldn't help but moan. "Both..." You whispered, your eyes squeezing shut. Toji groaned before he slipped his hand under your shorts and panties with ease before finding your clit expertly and rubbing it.

It felt so hot in your shorts, the wetness of your cunt was rubbing against the back of his hand from how drenched your panties were. "Like this?" Toji asked, his eyes staring at your pretty face that was screwed in pleasure, your mouth falling open and closed like a fish out of water. His fingers were so large, and he rubbed your clit perfectly with just his middle finger, small quick circles rubbing expertly against the little bud.

"What do you think about when you touch yourself?" He continued, his voice only trying the knot in your stomach even deeper. "You think about gettin' fucked in your tight virgin pussy? Think about someone's mouth on you?" His fingers were faster now, small noises of slickness were spilling out from your panties, echoing into your ears from how wet you were. "T-think about you" You cried, your legs flexing as they fought to stay open, obeying Toji's words.

Toji groaned before he started rubbing his fingers lower, right over your wet, slick-covered hole. "You flatter me. So it's my cock you think about fucking you." Toji grinned as he singled out his middle finger and pressed it against your hole, your pussy greedily swallowing up his finger as he watched your jaw fall open. "So fucking tight..." Toji mumbled under his breath before he slowly pumped it in and out of you, curling his finger upwards to rub against your g-spot each time it was inside.

"Toji-" You gasped, your abdominal muscles clenching each time he thrust his finger into you. "You ever think about my tongue on your pussy?" He asked, kissing the side of your face and jawline, teasing you with his plush lips. You nod quickly, your breathing now erratic and high-pitched. Toji pulled his finger almost completely out before he reentered your cunt with a second finger, the stretch from his thick fingers making you furrow your eyebrows together, but the discomfort subsided fast.

Toji kept his fingers fully inside you and opted to just curl them rapidly against your g-spot rather than thrust them in and out, resulting in his warm palm pressing firmly against your clit. Your eyes shot open at the intense feeling, your head dropped to watch his hand bulge out from under your shorts. "That feels good huh?" He asked, smiling as your smaller hands gripped tightly around his thick forearm as he got you off.

"I'm gonna cum-" You cried, your head falling back against his shoulder. Toji repressed the urge to speed up his fingers as he watched you start to unravel on him, his excitement growing the more debauched he watched you get. By now, Toji's entire palm and fingers were covered in your slick, and your panties and shorts were as good as ruined. Just when you thought you were about to get pushed off the edge, an idea popped into Toji's head, resulting in him stopping and pulling his fingers out completely.

You didn't even have time to complain before you were on your back on the sofa and your shorts and panties were being pulled off your legs, and thrown onto the floor to be forgotten about. "Wha-" Toji looked so serious and needy, his cock poking straight out of his pants, looking almost painful. The underside of your thighs was being pushed up as Toji lay between your thighs. He wasted no time in latching his lips around your clit and sucking, hard.

He placed your legs on his shoulders and kept you firmly against his face with his hand pressing against one of your thighs around his head. You covered your mouth with one hand and gripped his hair harshly with the other, your nails scratching his head as your back arched at the intense pleasure. Toji groaned against you, sending vibrations through your pussy as he shook his head back and forth. You felt that familiar pressure inside of you when Toji slipped his other hand under his mouth and continued fingering you again.

In seconds you were already worked back up to your high. "Fuck!" You yelled behind your hand, your thighs squeezing around his head. "H-haah I'm gonna cum Toji- T-toji- Toji I'm cummin-" The older man smiled against your before he took your clit back in his mouth, shaking his head rapidly as he curled his fingers hard into your g-spot, pulling your orgasm out of you.

Toji's cock throbbed painfully in his boxers when your pussy squeezed around his fingers, feeling like they were going to cut off his circulation. His eyes stayed on your face as he took in the way you looked when you orgasmed, not wanting to miss a single reaction despite how badly his eyes wanted to roll back in his head. "Good fucking girl" Toji growled, squeezing your thigh before he smacked it softly. "You taste so fucking good on my god." Toji groaned in disbelief, sucking your cum off his fingers shamelessly.

You were still catching your breath when Toji sat up. Your eyes were all out of focus and your body twitching in the aftershocks but you still saw the way Toji jerked himself off through his pants as he sucked your cum off his fingers from the slick on his chin. "I gotta get inside you, I can't take much more." Toji groaned, his wet hand rubbing up and down your thigh. He kept his eyes on yours as you watched him reach into his sweats and pull his cock out.

Just as you suspected, it was huge. His tip looked so angry and you could see how hard he was throbbing. String after string of pre-cum dripped from the tip of his cock as he spread his wetness down his length, lubing himself up for you. "It's so big, is it gonna fit?" You asked, covering your cunt with your hand as you pressed your thighs together, still breathing heavily. Toji continued to stroke himself off as he climbed over you, his hand caging you under him. "I'll make it fit." He whispered, making you whine.

"Lay on your stomach for me princess, legs together and straight out behind you," Toji instructed. You did as you were told. Your upper half was still clothed in a t-shirt, but your bare ass was exposed to Toji's eyes as you flipped over, pressing your thighs together. Toji reached behind him and grabbed a small decorative pillow. "Knew this stupid shit would come in handy for something," Toji said, laughing to himself as he let go of his cock and lifted your hips off the couch before stuffing the pillow under your pelvis.

"I'll feel better this way," Toji told you as he sat back on his heels, pulling your ass apart to get a better view of your cunt as he jerked off over your ass. "Why?" You asked, resting your head on the side of your crossed arms as you looked at Toji from your peripherals. Toji smiled at you as he leaned over your body, his hips flush against your ass as he rubbed his cock between your cheeks, his hand resting on the couch next to your head.

"You remember that spot I was rubbin' inside you a second ago? The one that made you cum so fast?" Toji teased, making you look away in embarrassment before you nodded, trying to focus on his words instead of his cock rubbing between your ass. "It'll put pressure on your tummy where that spot is, so when I fuck you It'll be pressin' against my cock, makes it feel realll intense," Toji explained as he angled his cock down to the entrance of your pussy, trying to distract you with his words.

"You think I can handle it?" You asked, suddenly a little nervous. You had already gone dumb just from a few fingers, you had no idea how you were going to react to his cock. Toji pressed the tip of his cock against your tight little hole teasingly, slowly pressing against it to see how much force it would take to fuck into you. "You can handle it because you're my good girl aren't you?" Toji asked, watching your face as he nudged your pussy lips apart, pressing his cock into you.

Your face screwed in pleasure as you nodded, keeping your eyes on his as he slowly fed you his cock. Tears began to well up in your eyes as your jaw fell open in a silent scream. Toji's head felt like it was filled with clouds, your pussy was making him dumb and he was only two inches inside. The older man cooed at your pathetic face before he leaned forward and captured your lips in a messy kiss, immediately forcing his tongue between your lips and into your mouth, overwhelming you.

The two of you groaned into the other's mouth as he penetrated you, finding a little more resistance than he expected even though you had already come once and were so wet and soft inside. "I got you, relax baby girl, gotta loosen up so I can fuck you," Toji whispered between kisses, his voice strained and hoarse as he tried to talk you through it.

Hot tears fell down your cheeks as you did your best to relax your cunt around him, letting him slide in easier. "There you go, I got you, I got you." Toji's words were much softer compared to his mean cock that was bullying your pussy and stretching you open. You slid one of your hands under your tummy between the pillow and pressed against your pelvis. It felt so tight and full. Toji groaned at the added pressure as he gave you a second to adjust to his size.

"It- It's so big." You said between gasps. "But you took the whole thing," Toji said, pressing his lips to the side of your face. Your walls clenched around him rhythmically, the pain slowly turning into pleasure the more you cockwarmed him. "Ready for me to move?" Toji suggested, more out of his own impatience than anything. He didn't know how much longer he could take feeling you squeeze around him without moving his hips.

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut in preparation. "That's my girl." He said before he pulled his hips out and slammed them back against you. From the position and the pressure on your lower stomach, his cock jabbed right into your sweet spot, making you kick your knees up and release a loud moan, one that made Toji lean over your back and press his hand firmly over your mouth. His weight against you felt suffocating but calming as he stayed still, throbbing inside you.

Toji released a small, deep laugh against your ear as your eyes stared at the floor all out of focus. "Shhhhh... you gotta be quiet for me princess. You don't want me to have to stop if we get caught, right?" Toji asked, his voice full of teasing. You shook your head quickly, trying to bounce your hips back into his, your moans and gasps muffled by his hand, now only puffs of air able to escape your nose.

"Yeah, me neither," Toji whispered against his ear before he started humping into you again, his hips smacking against your ass lewdly with every thrust. If either of the boys even left the sanctity of Megumi's room, the loud sounds of skin slapping together would be heard from down the stairs, giving you away, but Toji didn't care. Not with the way your cunt was sucking him in.

You whined at the loss each time he pulled his cock out of you, but your eyes rolled back in your head as a lewd moan left your lips when he fucked it back inside you, the warmth in your belly returning. Toji could feel himself leak inside your cunt, his balls throbbing with each thrust.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck and wrapped his other hand under your tummy, pressing it against yours that rested against your tummy. "You feel me in there?" Toji groaned into your ear, rolling his hips in circles against your ass as he emphasized his words, making you feel his cock inside you from outside your tummy. You groaned into his hand, your pretty eyes rolling back in your head at the feeling.

"I'm so fucking deep, balls fucking deep." Toji groaned, already pussydrunk as he babbled nonsense while he crushed you with his body weight. His chest was so hot and sweaty against your back as your shirt riding up with each of his thrusts, but his warm skin didnt feel too bad agaisnt your ass. "Mhmm-mhmm" You whined against his hand, nodding your head at his words as hot tears spilled down your cheeks.

"Best fucking pussy I ever had, so warm n' soft, makin' me feel like I'm gonna cum already." Toji laughed, biting down on the shell of your ear. Your knees kicked and curled helplessly behind him each time he fucked his fat cock inside your cunt, overwhelming you. Each time he spoke it made you clench tighter and tighter around him, his voice was even more sexy when he was pussy-drunk. You prayed this wouldn't just be a one-time thing. Now that you finally crossed this line, you hoped it would stay that way.

"Harder-" You moaned against his hand, the plea coming out muffled. "Wan' me to fuck you harder? I can do that for you baby." Toji grinned at your eagerness before he brought his hips back till just the tip of his cock remained inside you then slammed it all in at once, making your eyes roll back in your head.

He gave you no time to even process his change in roughness before he was beating your pussy up ruthlessly, his cock slamming straight into your sweet spot. You shook your head back and forth against Toji's hand as your eyebrows furrowed and you felt yourself get worked up to yet another orgasm. "Toji!" You screamed against his palm, his name getting broken up between your moans. Toji released your mouth and grabbed your chin, turning your head to the side so he could kiss you again.

He swallowed your moans greedily as he fucked his tongue into your mouth. The kiss was full of teeth and tongue, saliva spilling down your chin from how messy it was. Toji was now panting into your mouth, his hips getting rougher but sloppier as he used your cunt to reach his orgasm. "Toji- Toji I think m' gunna cum!" You whined as he kept kissing you while you spoke, his head completely in the clouds.

"Let me feel it, cum on my cock baby, cmon, cum on me," Toji begged, his voice breathier and needier than before. Your orgasm crashed over you only seconds later, your cunt contracting around Toji ten times tighter than before. He couldn't even mind that you were now moaning freely into the air as his lips detached from yours, his head falling into the crook of your neck as the muscles in his legs trembled from the feeling of you squeezing him.

"Ohmygod." Toji grit through his teeth, his eyes rolling back in his head as you spasmed around him, your cum dripping down his balls. "Gonna cum too pretty, gonna let me cum inside? Get you all full of my cum? Huh?" Toji asked, biting down on your shoulder hard as he waited for your answer. Despite how fucked out you were, you still had half a mind to nod at him, chants of his name falling from your lips as you begged him to cum inside you.

"I'm gonna give it to you baby, fuck- oh fuck it's coming- I'm cumming!" Toji's teeth nearly broke the skin of your shoulder from how hard he bit down as his orgasm hit him. His hips stilled against your ass save for jerking and spasming of his body as he released his seed deep inside your cunt, long, deep groans spilling from between his lips. "Take it, f-fucking take it, milk my fucking cock." Toji groaned.

You felt his abs clenching against your lower back as he emptied his balls inside you, a sudden warmth filling up your tummy as he filled you to the brim with his seed. You both gasped heavily against one another, fighting to catch your breath. "Fuck.." Toji groaned, "Haven't cum that hard in my life, thought I was gonna pass out." He laughed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before pushing his sweaty chest off your back.

Toji sat back on his knees as he pulled out his cock, gripping the base of it as he did. Toji smirked when you whined as he slipped his cock out of you, his cum spilling from your hole as he did. Toji whistled before he spread your ass apart, watching how his cum dripped from your little hole. "Probably shoulda asked before, but you on birth control?" Toji asked before he lifted you from under your arms and laid your limp body against his chest.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and nodded, still trying to come back to reality as you processed what just happened. Toji internally sighed in relief as he wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. "You did so fucking well pretty girl, it hurt anywhere?" Toji asked, leaning back agaisnt the back of the couch, resting with your body on top of him.

"Hurts everywhere." You mumbled, resulting in a laugh from the older man, the movement from it shaking your body. "Painkillers n' a bath n' you'll be fine." He said, squeezing his arms tighter around you. "You gonna take responsibility?" You asked, your voice coming out weak against his shoulder. "If you're asking me to join you in the bath, sure, but no promises my cock won't end up inside you again."

You grimaced at his words, sitting up as you place your hands on his pecs, shaking your head back and forth as your cunt started aching already. "On second thought I think I can do it myself," Toji smirked before he tipped his head to the side on the couch, looking you up and down. "Twenty bucks you fall in the first five seconds you stand up." You pursed your lips in annoyance, flexing your thighs under him to see if he was right.

Your thighs shook the instant you tensed them, and not just a little either. The kind of shake that told you you needed 5-7 business days before you were walking without a limp. Toji looked down at you shaking legs before he glanced up at you from under his lashes, looking at you with an "I told you so" expression on his face. "Let me borrow one of your canes please." You said, pressing your lips together. Toji gripped your chin and brought your face close to his. "Brat." He whispered against your lips before kissing you slowly and passionately.

Your body melted against him as he kissed you like it was your last day on earth. Although the kiss was slower than the others he'd given you, it still made you go dumb in the head as his tongue intertwined with yours. The kiss made you forget all the aches in pains in your body as his expert tongue washed them all away.

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i think one of my favourite parts about the "Jason has an army of kids in Crime Alley that will do anything to protect their protector" HC is that they absolutely would inherit all of his 'little shit' traits. they'd throw the other Bats off course on purpose. Dick, trying to find Jay: Have you seen Hood, by any chance? Kid: Sure I did. 'e's gone to the ice-cream store down in th'Narrows. He buys us ice-cream, sometimes. Dick: okay, thanks kid! (backflips away) Dick: Dick: there's no ice-cream store near the Narrows. Tim, just walking by Crime Alley: The kids, throwing rocks at him while Jason watches in amusement:

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BUT HE NEEDS A WIFE | NAOYA ZEN'IN

Please read all warnings carefully, my fics cover dark topic matters, that may be upsetting to certain readers. Read at your own discretion. Warnings: Dark. Arranged/Forced marriage. Non con touching. Violence against reader. Mentions of sex. Misogynistic views. Degrading views. Submissive reader. 18+ A/N: I feel like the character is a warning in itself. But of course I had to pick this one, out of all the characters in JJK.

AS ALWAYS MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! MASTER LIST HERE

When your parents told you of your engagement to Haru, you had been hesitant.

You knew it was an honour to marry someone so high up in the Zen’in clan but you had remembered Haru from your teenage years, or more so his closest companion, Naoya Zen’in.

Naoya had always tormented you growing up, spitting about how a weak woman like you should know your place. He even once forced his friends to hold you three steps behind him as he paraded you through the school.

Where a woman should be, he had chuckled darkly.

It was no surprise he had turned out the way he did.

Since you had known him, people around him had been feeding him the belief he’d be head of the Zen’in clan one day. No wonder he constantly felt entitled and put himself above everybody else. But his arrogance when it came to women was something else, something that had bile creeping up your throat every time someone even uttered his name.

You had never understood why girls had thrown themselves his way, knowing they’d be discarded like a used toy the next day.

Even your childhood best friend had fawned over him, fluttering her eyelashes and bowing her head like an obedient servant every time he walked her way. For years he had never even batted an eye her way, completely ignoring her existence.

Until he had exhausted his options and finally his line of vision was turning in her direction. Or that’s at least what you believed.

It was only days after you were cradling her form in your lap, her tears soaking your legs as you brushed her hair out of her face.

The sight had sent you into an out of mind craze because days later you found yourself completely alone as you confronted him about it.

At first he had laughed when he saw you storming over his way, even whistling your way. Only for his eyes to narrow at you when you spat your vicious words at him, hand wrapping around your throat before you could finish.

“Anyone would be grateful to be even touched by me,” he hissed, holding you against the wall.

You had wheezed his name, fingernails clawing at his hand. But his grip only tightened, as he glared at you.

“It’s a fucking honour.” He was seething as he spoke the words, a rage pouring off of him that you had never seen before. One that you’d hoped you’d never see again.

With your tears you begged for your life, unable to speak with his hands constraining your neck.

You didn’t know why he let go of you, letting you drop to the floor below him. But he had, giving you once last disgusted look before he walked away.

Even in your fear you had been defiant, the words falling from your lips before you could stop them.

“I fear for the woman who ends up marrying you.”

Naoya had simply rolled his eyes at your words, nostrils flaring slightly but he never responded.

Even though Haru hadn’t been there to witness that day, he had still been friends with Naoya for so long. By association you believed him to be an awful person and the thought of a marriage with someone like that, terrified you to the core.

But Haru had changed since then.

He was gentle and doting, reassuring you with every day you spent together that he would be a good husband. Nothing he did made you believe he could be lying and so each night when he gently brushed his lips with yours before you settled into bed together, you opened your mind to the idea of it. Until it was truly all you believed.

Words couldn’t reach your lips when you had been told, body only freezing in your seat as your parents had blabbered on to you and Haru.

It’s an honour, you heard your father say. The head of the Zen’in clan blessing our daughter’s marriage is an honour.

Luckily Haru spoke for you, hand grabbing yours as he squeezed it gently.

Of course we’d be honoured to have him in our home. Haru had told your parents. Me and Naoya used to be such good friends back in the day

Your gaze lifted to look at him then, body trembling beside him as you caught his wide smile.

There was a sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach when you returned home that day. One that you were unable to shake even as the day drew closer and your fiancé tried so hard to reassure you it’d be okay.

“He won’t bless our marriage,” you had told Haru, eyes glazed over with tears. “I know it.”

Haru only shook his head, not taking your fear seriously. “Relax-”

“I know him.” Your hands gripped onto his shirt, pleading with him to listen. “He’ll do it out of spite. He hates me.”

“It’s been years, Y/N.”

You turned away, trying to steady your shaky breaths as you listened to your words. You really wanted to believe him, to think that everything would be okay. But you had both known a different person growing up, while he had been your biggest tormentor, he had been one of Haru’s closest friends.

Haru had of course had no reason to believe that Naoya hated you so much, that he wouldn’t bless your marriage just because he felt like it.

But that tightening feeling in your stomach told you differently. Even when you desperately craved to not want to believe it.

“It will only be for a few hours,” Haru reassured you, his hand rubbing into your shoulders.

“A few hours,” you repeated, taking a shaky breath.

You felt Haru shift behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he held you close. “You know he’s trying to find a wife?”

You giggled a bit at that, a small smile perking up on your lips that your fiancé seemed to share with you, “I pray for the woman who has to marry him.”

“So do I,” he laughed with you.

There was a knock on the door, the tension rising in your body again.

“Must be him,” Haru stated, eyes turning towards the direction of the door. “It’ll be okay.”

Haru tried to reassure you with a peck to your cheek but your body was already quivering with nerves, unable to shake the uneasy feeling.

A feeling that only grew as you heard his horrifying familiar voice.

Mandatory duties like this were a chore for Naoya.

Who cared whether he approved of someone’s marriage or not?

However, when he had seen your name on the papers alongside Haru’s, he had almost choked on the tea he had been sipping.

How had Haru found himself in such an unfortunate situation to be engaged to you?

Someone as disobedient as you, surely there must have been a mistake in what he was seeing. He remembered your last conversation years ago like a sour taste in his mouth that he just couldn’t quite get rid of.

You had the nerve to touch him, to look into his eyes as if you were his equal- No, not even that, you had seen yourself better than him.

Naoya had never shaken the rage at that, blood still boiling at the memory.

He had been merciful that day.

Something he wouldn’t be today, he had told himself as Haru greeted him at your front door.

“Where is she then?” Naoya asked, making sure his voice carried through your small home.

He wanted you to know he was there. Whichever room you were hiding in, he wanted you to be quivering at his arrival.

“Where’s your beautiful fiancé?”

He hadn’t expected you to step through a door in the hallway, joining your husband’s side. What was most surprising was when you bowed to him, not even uttering a word as you greeted him in the proper way.

His eyes scanned your form, running over you in your attire and admiring the way your yukata fit your body so well.

“Would you finish preparing the tea for us?” Haru asked you, gently pushing you back in the direction you came.

You bowed your head to him before returning back to the kitchen.

He couldn’t help but watch your frame as it disappeared into another room. He used to tease you about your wider hips, only now he was biting back the words as his cock twitched at the sight of them.

“What have you done to her?” There was humour laced in Naoya’s tone but all that met his eyes was a deep hunger. One that he was sure his old friend caught on to.

“She’s going to be a great wife,” Haru commented, giving Naoya a small smile before he directed him to another room. “Please, let's get you comfortable.”

Conversation flowed between him and Haru easily as if time had never passed. The only time his mind seemed to slip away from the conversation was when you entered the room, tray in hand as you quietly placed it on the table in front of them.

It’s also when he noticed how your delicate hands were trembling as they poured his tea, his lips curling up into a dark grin. There was something satisfying about seeing you so scared to be around him, especially after all these years.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Haru said to you as he took his tea from your hand, pulling you to sit beside him.

He looked at Naoya then, eyes squinting for a second as he placed an arm over your shoulders. Naoya knew that look, he had seen it on so many men before when their wives would sneak him sneaky glances.

Haru was acting possessive and Naoya actually thought it was cute.

“Such an obedient wife you have there,” Naoya spoke, only to tut at himself as he caught his words. “Sorry, I meant fiancé. You still need my blessing before that.”

You looked at him then, eyes glazed over, only for a second before your gaze returned to your hands.

There you are, he thought.

He saw the fear that seeped into your eyes at his words.

“You know Haru there’s a position that really needs filling,” Naoya changed the conversation. “It would get you more money than whatever you’re making now. Help you better provide for your future wife.”

“If you see me fit for the job,” Haru said, eyes widening with hope at his words.

Naoya almost felt pity for him.

Two hours in and you were excusing yourself to the kitchen, hand covering your mouth as you muffled your gasps of breath.

You didn’t understand how Haru could be so blind, not even noticing the sadistic grin on Naoya’s face as he toyed with the pair of you. He knew he had all the control, practically holding it over your heads like the dogs he thought you were.

Naoya was quiet as he crept behind you, so quiet you didn’t even notice him until his hands were playing with your hair.

You gasped at the touch but didn’t dare to move as he trapped you between his body and cabinet in front of you.

“There’s a good girl,” Naoya whispered, brushing your hair over your shoulder. You could feel his breath fan against your skin as he inched closer. “You are such a submissive thing, aren’t you?”

You swallowed, pushing yourself further into the cabinet in hopes to escape his grasp.

“All the lessons when we were teenagers really seemed to seep in, didn’t they?” He asked but you knew he didn’t really want a response. “I bet you’re even saving yourself for the big day.”

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of an answer but he could see it in your heated glare through the reflection of the window.

“You are.” He sniffed your neck, inhaling your scent as he pressed himself right up against you. “So pure, Y/N. You’re going to be such a great wife.”

You could feel every bit of him as he pressed his body against yours and you were horrified at the feel of his hardness rubbing against your back.

You bit on your lip to keep any noise buried, knowing he was already getting off on how docile you were being. You didn’t need him to get off on your fear as well.

At the sound of Haru’s footsteps coming down the stairs, he backed away but not far enough from your liking.

“I should be going to see your parents now, Y/N,” Naoya spoke to you before he turned to Haru, patting him on his shoulder. “I’ll keep in touch with you about the job as well, Haru.”

Haru saw him out, walking back to you with the biggest grin as he tried to cup your face.

You flinched away, turning back to the cleaning you had started.

“You heard him,” Haru said, wrapping his arms around you. “We are going to be fine.”

You wanted to scream at him, unable to understand how he just couldn’t see what you saw.

But you didn’t say anything, only biting at your bottom lip to keep your tears at bay as you hugged him back, knowing it would probably be the last time.

There was no surprise on your face when your parents broke the news to you.

Not until they had explained why Naoya hadn’t approved of your engagement.

You wanted to plead with your parents for them to take it back, to not allow you to go through with this.

But you knew the shame that it’d bring them and as much as it haunted you, it was something you couldn’t possibly do to them. There was nothing they could probably do anyway, who were they to refuse the head of the Zen’in clan.

You weren’t allowed to see Haru after that, Naoya had made that clear to your parents.

You had spent most of your days in your childhood room at home, not wanting your parents to catch on how truly sick this made you. You didn’t want to put that guilt on them, for them to learn how truly unhappy you would be with the match.

Even when you reached your wedding day and you felt completely numb to the core, you dragged yourself out of bed with a smile.

Everyone you knew attended the ceremony, the whole of the Zen’in clan being in attendance. Even your Haru standing in the second row.

You couldn’t even meet any of their eyes, gaze being glued to the floor.

For the first time in your life you found some solace in Naoya’s eyes, even if it was only to help you draw your attention to something other than the hundreds of other people watching.

But the way he was smiling at you, had you fighting with yourself to not turn away.

It was as if he was revelling in victory for a game you hadn’t even realised you both had been playing.

Once the ceremony was over, Naoya paraded you around like a doll, showing you to anyone and everyone that would stop to watch. People from your teenage years ogled their eyes at you in disbelief, clearly being shocked to see the pair of you being wed off.

It made as little sense to them as it did you.

Even as you sat next to him while you ate together, you still couldn’t piece together why he was doing this. It’s all you wanted to ask, still believing in your head that this was some sort of sick joke. That he’d eventually get bored and start laughing and this all would be over.

“Your parents served you well,” Naoya finally spoke to you, arm leaning over the back of your chairs.

You turned to him at this, not truly understanding what he was getting at.

“I’ll definitely make sure to thank them for bringing you up like this.” Naoya smirked, toying with his food on the table. “You’re going to be such a great wife.”

You were going to be sick, you were sure of it.

“You’ve barely touched your food,” he stated. “Something wrong?”

“No, I-” you swallowed, eyes flickering up to tables surrounding you. “It’s just nerves.”

In the sea of people you spotted him, looking back at you with a hollow stare.

Naoya’s eyes followed your line of sight, a wicked smile touching his lips as he noticed.

You felt him lean into your side, lips grazing your ear as he whispered, “As wife to the head of the Zen’in clan you must sever all notions of ever having a different life in your mind.”

You could see Haru’s face drop and it was almost like he couldn’t bear to watch you anymore, turning away.

You shuddered as Naoya’s next words brushed against your neck.

“You belong to the clan now and to me.”

He pressed a kiss under your ear, before returning to his meal.

“Remember that.”

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darlingkisses · 8 months ago

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TO BREAK A WIFE | NAOYA ZEN'IN

Please read all warnings carefully, my fics cover dark topic matters, that may be upsetting to certain readers. Read at your own discretion. Warnings: Dark. Arranged/Forced marriage. Non con Dub con. Spanking. Loss of virginity. Violence against reader. Misogynistic views. Degrading views. Submissive reader. 18+ A/N: This is part 2 to a little series so if you haven’t read that, read it first.

AS ALWAYS MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! MASTER LIST HERE

Naoya dragged you out of that ceremony, forcing you to practically run to keep up with him.

You knew where he was leading you to and when you reached his chambers, you were just ready for the bedding part to be over with.

But it felt like he had something else planned, leaving you alone for what felt like hours to stew in your own thoughts.

You wished you had taken something, had drunk more after the ceremony, something that would leave you inebriated or completely incapacitated before this happened. Something that meant you wouldn’t have to remember this day for the rest of your life.

The air felt still when the bedroom door opened again. All you could wish for was in that moment was for the bed to swallow you whole, for anything to save you from being there. It was like everything was slowing down as he made his way towards you, only making you more aware of how fast your heart was thudding in your chest.

You hadn’t even moved from the position he had left you in, still sitting at the edge of the bed and you only wished you had moved as he came to stand in front of you, his whole body towering over your frame.

His fingers touched the tip of your chin, lifting your gaze to look up at him. The first thing you noticed as your eyes trailed his frame was his lack of clothing, only a thin silk robe covering him now.

“I’ve been thinking about this for years,” Naoya confessed, hand cupping your cheek.

You parted your lips, wanting to ask so many questions but not knowing where to begin or what the right thing would be to say.

But he seemed to have all the answers.

“Not the marriage part,” he shook his head at that, a smile creeping on his face. “That hadn’t really been planned at all.” His hand trailed down the column of your neck, stopping at the edge of your shiromuku. “Take it off.”

Your fingers fumbled with the front, struggling to untie it. It was thick in layers and there was a slight tinge of hope that they’d protect you.

But you didn’t need to worry about that, not when Naoya dropped down, kneeling in front of you just to be able to tear the material from your body.

You had always known he was strong but to have the material torn to shreds in a matter of seconds by his hands, had you terrified.

You had always thought you had been a strong sorcerer, if you weren’tNaoya would have never even considered you as a marriage prospect. But you knew that it was no match to take him, his strength alone would be enough to hold you down.

He took a step back when the robe fell apart, eyes scanning over your frame as you desperately tried to cover it.

“Hair down,” he demanded.

You listened, snatching the pins from your hair and placing them by your side.

“Better.”

“Why?” You finally asked him, cracking under the pressure of his cold stare. “Why did you decide to marry me?”

He stalked over towards you, making you fall onto the bed as you backed away.

You knew he could see the fear in your eyes, he was feeding off of it, and it only grew as he started to untie his robe.

“I never desired you when we were younger,” he began to speak again, taking his time to undress himself. “Who would desire such a disobedient brat?” He shook his head, jaw clenching as he remembered something. “But after that day when you came screaming at me about your stupid friend- What was her name again?”

“Hana.” Her name set something off in you, a burning fire your parents had pleaded you to leave behind with your teenage years. The version of you that Naoya knew.

“Ah yes,” he flicked his fingers as if it was all coming back to him. “Hana.”

His robe dropped from his body then and your eyes were quick to look away.

“Look at me.”

His voice was stern and you found yourself unable to do anything but obey.

“That’s it.”

He moved then, crawling onto the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight as he made his way over to you. He stopped by your feet, taking your ankle in his hand as he examined it.

“When you came screaming at me because of her. I thought to myself how could someone ever want to marry a bitch like this.”

His hand slithered up your subtle skin, slow and calculated, fingers tickling your calf all the way up to your mid thigh.

“But then my brain got to thinking, how fun it would be to train the brat out of you. To completely destroy you.”

His fingers dug into your tender flesh and you winced.

His eyes looked at you again, the darkness still there but there was now an insatiable hunger that lingered along with it. Almost pained in nature as if he’d be completely empty if he didn’t feed it.

Your hand grabbed his wrist, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as you gasped, “Please, it hurts.”

He released his hold, trailing his hand up until it was just below your cunt.

“To break you apart,” he continued, fingers grazing your lips. “And to build you back together again.”

You fell into the pillows as he hovered his body over you.

“But I think your parents managed that one for me.”

When his fingers moved, your hand reached out on instinct to push him away.

“Or did they?” He was snickering now, snatching your hand away as he shoved it against your side. “I don’t think they did. I think she’s still there.”

Your other hand went to push him away by his shoulders but then his free hand dove right between your thighs, not wasting any time.

“Do you remember what you said to me that day?” He asked, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as if he was genuinely curious.

“I don’t know. Something about you being a dick and hurting my best friend,” you fumbled on the words, trying to rack your brain.

It was near impossible when he was touching you.

Especially when he lazily dragged a finger through your folds, a sickening grin reaching his lips as he brought his fingers to your face. His fingers were soaked, your fluids coating him and you stared at them in horror.

“No.” He shook his head, fingers retreating back down. “After all of that.”

You remembered. “I fear for the woman who ends up marrying you.”

“Do you fear for yourself, Y/N?”

His fingers slipped into your walls now, not bothering to take their time to stretch you out. He forced two of his thick fingers in, not listening to how your walls were fighting against the intrusion.

“No, I think you wanted this all along.”

“I never wanted this,” you hissed, thighs clamping around his hand.

This didn’t anger Naoya like you thought it would, after all he hated disobedience. Instead it seemed to please him and he was grinning as he bound your hands to the bed, tying them to his wooden headboard.

“There you are,” he chuckled, breath fanning against your skin as he tied your hands.

You wriggled around, trying to make it impossible but you knew it was a game you had already lost.

“I guess I’ll get to break you after all.”

“You’re sick,” You spat at him, leg kicking him.

When he caught your leg, his smile finally faded, twisting into a deep scowl.

“Do that again and I’ll break it,” Nayoa threatened, before he flipped you over.

He moulded your body into whichever shape he found fit, burying your face into the pillows with your add stick up for him to see.

You hated not being able to see what he was doing, having to wait for his touch in whichever form it came in.

“Does it make you happy fighting back?” Naoya questioned, hand rubbing over the skin of your ass. “Make you feel slightly better about yourself. I mean we both know you’re not going to win.”

“I should have fought back from the start,” you told him. “Maybe I wouldn’t have ended up here. I could have ended up with Haru.”

His hand was sharp as it was brought down against your cheek, not just once, but several times.

You screamed at the feel of him breaking your skin, he wasn’t even holding back as he hit you till you ass was raw red.

“I’m not a jealous man, Y/N,” Naoya told you, slowing his pace as he took his time between smacking each cheek. “But you belong to me now and I’ll make you very aware of that. Trust me.”

“Please,” you sobbed into the pillows.

“Please, what?” You barely heard over his brutalising hand coming against your ass a few more times.

“Please stop,” you cried out, trying to move away from him.

He chuckled at that, pausing his assault as if to only hear your pathetic cries. “Now why would I do that?”

“Fuck you,” you spat, defiance still lingering there.

“Oh you will,” he hummed before shoving his fingers in you again.

This was a different kind of torture, one mixed with pain and pleasure as he forced your walls to accommodate his thick fingers.

In some ways you wanted this to be as painful as possible, to remind you who was doing this to you. But it hurt so much you just found yourself begging for him to stop.

“I’m sorry,” you pleaded with him. “I’m so sorry, Naoya.”

It was the first time you had said his name and you think you both realised that.

You couldn’t tell if he hated it or enjoyed it, only slowing down his brutal pace of his fingers for you.

“You're so wet down there,” he pointed out, fingers toying with you know. “I just don’t believe you when you say you don’t like this.”

A new feeling seemed to seep into your skin at that realisation. He had abused you, taunted you and was about to use you, and yet you were dripping around his fingers. You liked it.

You couldn’t quite put your tongue on what this feeling was at first, not until he spoke again.

“Pathetic really.”

You were pathetic. A humiliated mess.

Naoya was doing what he had always dreamed of, according to his confession earlier. He was breaking you down and you were sure by the end of it there really would be nothing left.

When he slipped a third finger in, your walls seemed to be more willing than before, sucking him in. You couldn’t even help yourself as a moan slipped from your throat, his fingers finally feeling good as they massaged your walls.

Naoya slid his fingers out of you without warning and you bit down a whine at how empty you suddenly felt.

“I think you’re thoroughly prepared,” he said, flipping you onto your back.

He towered over you in an instance and he didn’t even give you time to think before he was crushing his lips against yours. His lips were bruising, anything but soft as he tried to inhale you.

It made you wonder if he had truly fantasised about this, if there had been times he actually caught himself thinking about you.

Naoya had been a man that went through women like there had been an endless supply. You never once heard of him fuck a girl more than once, not even in more recent years.

But the way he kissed you now and the things he had confessed about you earlier, made you believe that he had been fantasising about this a bit deeper than he was letting on.

You don’t just marry a woman because you want to break her. If he truly wanted to do that, he could have had his way with you and still let you marry Haru. No one would have even batted an eye at that.

The Zen’in clans delusions ran deep like it’s misogynistic values and you were sure they would have called you privileged to even be touched by Naoya.

When you sharply moaned into Naoya, you were brought back to reality. The kiss had sent your mind reeling, snatching you of all the air from your lungs, leaving you unable to think.

It’s why you hadn’t even noticed how he had situated himself between your thighs. You only seemed to catch on when you felt the tip of him flick against your clit.

“You like that?” Naoya teased, finally pulling away from you.

Your mind could barely focus on what he was saying, eyes too drawn to him sliding his cock against your folds.

“You’re literally dripping onto my bed,” Naoya tutted, stroking himself with his hand. You could see the wetness between his fingers as he lubed himself up, the sight of it made you hate yourself even more. “Making such a mess, Y/N.”

You wondered if this is what the girls before you had felt like in the moment. Not the sickening feeling at yourself or the hatred you felt for the man you now called husband.

Most of them had been the ones to practically offer themselves to him. Had their minds been reeling as he pressed the tip of himself at their entrance, had this been the feeling they cried over the next day.

You weren’t sure but the feeling made your skin feel ablaze and you wanted to scream at yourself to make it stop.

When Naoya ducked his head down again to capture your lips, you were twisting your head away.

Although you couldn’t see him as you stared at the wall, you knew he wasn’t impressed, feeling his body tense above you.

It’s like you had forgotten about how cruel he could be but you were suddenly reminded as brought his hand down against your cunt.

He didn’t even seem pleased to do it as you looked back at him, lips drawn in a thin line as if he was almost tiring of your resistance.

Then he leant down again, eyes scanning your face as if he was questioning you to dare resist him again.

You didn’t. When his lips touched yours, you accepted them, sliding your lips across his.

It was a distraction, keeping your mind focused on his kiss that you forgot momentarily what he was doing down there. But it didn’t last long, Naoya swallowing your protests as he finally slid into your walls.

The feel of him inside you had you wincing, closing your eyes in some sort of hope to drown out the pain. You couldn’t help yourself as your nails clawed at the head board, urgently trying to ground yourself.

Naoya, however, was clearly enjoying it. His lips parted ever so slightly as he sighed. His eyes half lidded as he took the sight of you breathless underneath him.

You were glad once the burning sensation started to fade, being taken over by a pleasurable bliss that crawled all over you. Especially when Naoya was barely focusing on you anymore, picking up his pace. It was almost as if eyes were looking right through you as he lifted himself up.

This was how you imagined he treated all of the women he had been with before as if they weren’t truly there. Like they weren’t more than just a glorified hole that to him.

He became completely oblivious to your sharp moans and soft whimpers even when you slipped out his name. He was completely lost in his own euphoric feeling, grabbing your hips with both hands as he used it as leverage, to rut faster into you.

“Wait,” you had practically screamed at him when he started to pound into you. But your words were quickly lost on lewd noises being torn from the back of your throat.

While Naoya became completely lost in his mission to please himself, you became lost in the tightening feeling in your stomach. You couldn’t even think properly as it grew, each thrust of his cock was stroking something in your walls that you had never felt.

You had touched yourself before, made yourself orgasm several times but this had you babbling incoherent sentences. You wondered if Naoya could even hear you over his own thoughts.

You felt the need to warn him, to tell him something wasn’t right but it was near impossible with your hands tied behind your back and his name dying on your tongue. But his attention started to drift back to you when your cunt began clenching around him, begging for some sort of release.

“I think you’re about to cum,” he chuckled darkly, eyes drawing in on your face.

The feeling only continued to grow as you felt his attention on you, lapping every expression on your face. He was hovering over you again and for some reason you seemed to believe his smile was egging you on, waiting for you to finally snap.

You didn’t think Naoya was a person to really care about another’s pleasure but when his hips started to violently hit against yours, you were sure he was desperate for you to cum.

So you did.

The coil finally snapped inside of you as his thrusts got deeper, making your back arch off the bed. You were squirting all over him, your fluids literally hitting his abs and you were sure he’d be pissed at the audacity of you cumming all over him.

But he wasn’t.

He didn’t even seem to be paying attention down there, entranced by the sight of your face as he continued to bury himself in you.

Was it because you had finally snapped? Finally been broken enough for him to build you up again?

You couldn’t decipher any of this as you looked into his eyes and in reality you didn’t even want to. Instead you focused on your shallow breathing, trying to calm down the prickling sensation that had formed across your body. But that was near impossible with the way Naoya was continuing to drill into you.

Your cunt was still in overdrive with the way he was going, squeezing him as if it didn’t know what else to do. You weren’t sure if you wanted him to stop or not, so hooked on the sensation he was giving you that you found yourself numb to it all.

“Fuck, would you stop that,” he groaned, fingers digging into the bones of your hips.

“I can’t- I can’t help it,” you choked up.

“It’s like your pussy is begging me to cum,” he hissed, pressing his forehead against yours. Even though he sounded angry about it, he didn’t look angry and you weren’t sure how to take it. “Do you want me to cum inside you?”

You didn’t know what to say, too scared to say the wrong thing.

Luckily he answered for you, spilling into you with a few sloppy thrusts.

It was only when he stilled on top of you, both of you barely able to look at each other did reality start seeping back in. All you wanted to do was shut it out though, clearly in no right state of mind to be thinking about anything other than what was taking place in these four walls.

You wanted to sleep, you had thought, eyes fluttering shut when Naoya finally had left you alone on the bed. And when you finally felt the restraints around your hand loosen, you believed sleep was going to be easy.

However Naoya seemed to have other plans, yanking your frame back onto him as crawled into the space behind you.

“Did you seriously think we were done?” he whispered in your ear, cock lining up with your entrance. “I don’t think I have fully broken yet.”

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darlingkisses · 8 months ago

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HIS MUSE | AEGON TARGARYEN

Please read all warnings carefully, my fics cover dark topic matters, that may be upsetting to certain readers. Read at your own discretion. Warnings: Dark. Dub son. Oral. Hand Job. Manipulation. Incest. Inexperienced reader. 18+ A/N: This is a request from @phimbkerthinker. I did change it a bit but I hope you like it. Sorry I have only proof read this once.

AS ALWAYS MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

“Just like that,” Aegon sighed, biting on his bottom lip as he backed away from your naked form on his bed.

He knew what he was doing, playing on your adorable little crush on him. But how could he help himself when you were so easy to manipulate into his bed. Under the impression you were his muse for his new venture, that neither of your parents could know about.

You were staring up at him with those doe eyes, nibbling on the inside of your cheek as you vibrated with nerves. He knew you were wet between your thighs, seeing as you couldn’t stop squeezing and rubbing them together, desperately trying to act subtle.

“Something wrong?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed with faux concern.

“It’s just-“ you said, only to shake your head. “It’s nothing, really.”

“You’re so tense,” he tutted. “Relax.”

You tried to, really tried, taking a deep inhale and exhale. But your body was so tense and rigid.

His eyes ran over your body, eyes widening as he suddenly came up with an idea.

And like a good girl, you ate the idea right up.

Within a few minutes he managed to persuade himself between your thighs, even though your hand was desperately trying to hide what he wanted to see.

“Aegon, I don’t know about this,” you whispered, eyes looking over to the door.

“Are you going to help me or not?” He questioned, narrowing his eyes at you.

You nodded, lifting your hand slowly, dragging a swab of your juicy fluids with it.

“So pretty,” Aegon hummed, licking his lips at the sight.

He looked up to your face one more time, chuckling to himself at how your face flushed from the comment, before he dived face forward, not being able to stop himself from getting a taste.

You were soaked, dripping onto Aegon’s face as soon as his tongue lazily dragged over your folds. It had him tight in his briefs, the taste making him feral as he groaned.

He felt your thighs tighten around his face and without a second thought, he was gripping them tighter.

When his tongue finally had enough of teasing you all over, he shoved it in your tight hole. You might have been unsure with what you were doing but your cunt wasn’t, your walls clenching around the muscle with excitement.

“This doesn’t f-feel rel-relaxing,” you stuttered out, unable to stop yourself from fidgeting so much.

“It will,” Aegon hummed into you, hand sliding up to your breast. His fingers rolled over your nipple, gently squeezing it, making you sharply inhale. “Trust me.”

Either you trusted him, or you were too dizzy on the tip of his tongue to do anything about it.

He believed it was the latter when he spat on your clit, and you moaned for him, gazing down at him with half lidded eyes.

“Looks like you’re enjoying this,” Aegon grinned, your fluids coating his lips. “Being such a good muse for me, aren’t you niece?”

There was a gentle hum from you, some sort of an agreement that had Aegon dipping his head down again. The tip of his tongue was done with the teasing, finally finding your sensitive bundle of nerves as it lapped at it.

Even though Aegon knows your mind must be reeling, he couldn’t stop thinking about how all this was driving him insane. Your whimpers and the obscenely wet noises coming from your cunt filled the room, going straight to his dick. He actually believed he could cum from sending you over the edge, knowing how hard you were probably going to cum on his mouth for the first time.

The idea of it had him licking at your harder, wanting to really see what would happen.

Only to have you try to wriggle away from his harsh grip on your thighs, whining about it being…

“Too much,” you repeated, your legs quivering. “Please, its-“

Aegon shoved his thumb into your walls, shutting you up.

He could tell it was a lot for you though, especially with the way your spongy walls were pulsating around him. If he wasn’t enjoying it so much, he might have actually felt bad.

It’s his name that’s ripped from the back of your throat as you cum all over his face, making him grin into you as he slurped everything your cunt was able to offer him. Until you were tearing his head away with your hand in his hair, tears spilling out of your eyes.

“You did so good for me,” he whispered, pressing lingering kisses against your thighs.

Your breathing was starting to steady, your body becoming slack.

“See how you’re relaxing now?” Aegon soothed, climbing over your body till he was hovering over you.

He didn’t realise how messy his face was until you were wiping it away with your hand. He leaned into your touch, with a deep sigh.

“But now I have a bit of a problem,” he told you while running his so-called problem against your thigh. “I’m going to need your help with my problem.”

Your eyes looked up at him with an eagerness to please, nodding your head before he even asked his question.

“You going to help me?”

“Yes,” you replied ever so quickly.

He took your hand, pulling it down as it trailed down his stomach. He didn’t even waste time as it reached the waistband of the joggers he was wearing, pushing your hand in the article of clothing. Till you were touching him, hand resting against his cock with so much uncertainty.

“Are you sure?” Aegon teased, helping your hand as he wrapped it around him.

“Yes,” you lowly breathed, the tips of your ears turning a crimson red.

“Stroke it,” he guided you, getting your hand to move around him. “Just like that.”

Your lips parted as you stared up at him in awe, clearly enjoying how he was reacting to your hand moving against him. You even giggled when he hissed at you squeezing him a bit harder, taking control finally.

“You find this funny?”

“I’ve never seen you like this,” you confessed, clearly wanting to see more.

Your fingers accidentally closed around his tip, before sinking back down again, and the smallest touch against his tip had him gasping. Instinctively you rubbed your thumb against his head again, wanting to have him panting like you had been moments ago.

Without realising what you were truly doing to him, you had him coating your hand with his cum. He was in a daze above you, white hair tickling your face as he collapsed on top of you. It wasn’t till he was softening against you did your hand stop, pulling it out of his clothing.

“Did I help you?” You asked, a small smile gracing your lips.

One that Aegon couldn’t help but kiss softly.

“You know that you helped me,” Aegon chuckled, lips trailing down your neck.

“Are you going to paint me now?” You asked.

“Hmm.” Aegon nipped at the skin of your breasts, tongue running along one of your nipples. “I think there’s still more ways we can help each other here first. Don’t you think?”

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darlingkisses · 8 months ago

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A SUDDEN FEELING | NAOYA ZEN'IN

Please read all warnings carefully, my fics cover dark topic matters, that may be upsetting to certain readers. Read at your own discretion. Warnings: Dark. Arranged/Forced marriage. Non con Dub con. Spanking. Loss of virginity. Violence against reader. Misogynistic views. Degrading views. Submissive reader. 18+ A/N: Part 3 is here. Naoya is actually awful at the end here so sorry for that.

AS ALWAYS MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! MASTER LIST HERE

You and Naoya had been married for a few weeks and he was starting to become concerned with how he hadn’t tired of you.

Maybe it was due to the fact there was still some defiance in you that he was still in the process of ringing out.

But wasn’t that a good thing, not being tired of you yet? You were his wife after all, this wasn’t just a temporary situation.

Those thoughts seemed to drown out with your lips caressing every inch of his skin, bringing his attention back to you.

“I’ll be gone for a few days,” he told you, fingers tangling in your hair as he scratched your scalp. “You going to miss me?”

Naoya felt how your body tensed on top of him, clearly struggling to think of what to say. But with each second you hesitated to talk, Naoya only grew more impatient. Until his hand was gripping at your hair, yanking your face towards his.

“The answer is yes,” Naoya stated, with an unamused tone. “It’s that simple.”

You winced when he tugged on your hair once more before letting you go.

“Turn around.”

Your body went rigid with fear as the words reached your ear, eyes widening as you looked up at him.

“You know exactly what I mean,” his voice was stern as he motioned with his finger for you to swivel around.

Naoya couldn’t help the way his cock hardened in his boxers at the way you quivered, your nervous energy vibrating off of you. But like the perfect submissive wife you turned away from him, sticking your ass in the air for him to see.

The residue from earlier was stuck to your thighs making for the prettiest sight as Naoya positioned himself behind you.

“Pretty messy cunt,” he chuckled, fingers shoving the fluids back into your hole.

You hissed, teeth digging into your lips as you tried to hide your sweet sounds from him.

“I might miss this,” he hummed, curling his fingers inside of you before sliding them in even deeper. He had you clenching around him, a sharp moan slipping from your tongue that had his cock twitching. “It looks like she’s going to miss me more.”

“Please,” you whimpered, twisting your head back to look at him.

“What’s that sweetheart?” He titled his head, voice teasing. “I didn’t quite hear you.”

Your lips parted, eyes glassy as you stared up at him. It was on the tip of your tongue, he could see it. “Please-“

But just when he thought he was about to hear it, his phone rang, signalling it was time for him to leave.

He groaned as he slipped his fingers out of your tight hole, giving your ass a slap before climbing off the bed.

“Naoya,” you whined, thighs rubbing together.

But he was already getting dressed, rolling his eyes at your desperation.

Your eyes were looking at him expectantly, clearly not sure what to do.

He almost felt bad, leaving you here alone even if he didn’t want to admit it.

“Come give your husband a proper goodbye.”

He motioned with his fingers and you followed, crawling over to him.

You were still learning but it seemed you were starting to learn well, pressing a delicate kiss to the edge of his lips. One he was quick to deepen as he yanked you closer by the back of your neck, bruising your lips with his.

“Good girl,” he breathed into your lips, breaking away from you. “Are you going to miss me?”

You nodded, clearly lying to him.

But it was a start.

His time in Kyoto had been dragging and he was only a few hours into it.

He shouldn’t have come here himself, isn’t that why he had hired all those idiots?

“Tea?”

Naoya’s eyes lifted up at the feminine voice with a deep scowl.

If the girl noticed his mood, she didn’t show it. Instead she continued to smile at him, pouring the tea for him.

A month ago Naoya would have found her smile flattering, even entertained her for a while when her husband wasn’t around. Then tossed her to the side as soon as he was done.

But he only waved her off with a hand, before his attention dropped back down to his phone.

His finger had been itching over the call button for minutes, mind going back and forth to whether he should press call.

Every time a woman walked past him giving him a suggestive glance, it made his skin crawl. These women disgusted him, sitting next to their husbands while their eyes trailed all over him. A woman shouldn’t be flaunting themselves off like that, it wasn’t right.

He had never seen you once do that, throwing yourself at any man that walked by. It wasn’t in your nature to act in such a way. You had been loyal to your fiance Haru even when Naoya had tested the waters at your family home.

Naoya was sure you’d be loyal to him.

There was still some more defiance in you that needed to be tamed. But those things didn’t just change overnight, Naoya knew that. He had patience, especially when it came to things that mattered.

A perfect wife was definitely something of significant importance in his life.

The thought had his jaw clenching and the image of you on your hands and knees this morning suddenly had him needing to readjust himself in his pants.

You weren’t supposed to be on his mind right now, not while he was working, but every single thing in the room he had been in brought him back to you.

This just wasn’t right. Not for him anyway.

When Naoya told you he’d be out of town for four days, you were glad.

You were exhausted from being spread out in that bed, fucked into some twisted fantasy that you didn’t even know existed. It was like you were unable to think when Naoya touched your skin. He completely debilitated all your senses, to the point where all you felt, tasted, smelt, heard and seen was him.

Overwhelming was an understatement.

You had completely lost any meaning of control over your own body.

The first few hours of him being gone your mind screamed at you and the thoughts became too much that you busied yourself with anything to shut them out.

When your parents ended up coming round, you were cleaning. Something that you were sure you didn’t need to do, especially with all the people that Naoya paid around the house. But there you were in front of the sink, washing up dishes you hadn’t even used.

Your mother had been thrilled to see you in such a state, impressed that all her efforts in raising you hadn’t been for nothing.

It was all your parents seemed to chatter about as they sat across from you in the living room. In their eyes you were finally their dutiful daughter they always wanted and better yet you were married to the head of the Zen’in Clan.

Relief filled you when one of Naoya’s men entered the room, bowing his head at you before handing you his phone.

“Hello,” you said, bringing the phone up to your ear.

“Wife.”

You shuddered at the sound of his voice, your whole body suddenly waking up.

You excused yourself to your parents, arms crossing over your chest as you tried to cover up the way your nipples had pebbled underneath your clothes.

“Husband,” you greeted back.

“Are you with someone?” He questioned, clearly hearing the chatter of your parents as you left the room.

“My parents made a surprise visit,” you told him, sighing when you finally left the room.

“You sound stressed.”

“Honestly, I was hoping to have some time to relax.”

“This morning not relaxing enough for you?”

That wasn’t relaxing, you wanted to retort but you knew when to bite your tongue. “A different kind of relax.”

He hummed and you couldn’t tell if he was unimpressed or didn’t know what to say.

“Why did you call me?”

“I can’t call to checkin on my wife?”

That’s not what you meant and you were sure that he knew it.

It had been ten hours since you’d waved him off this morning, to see him call so soon had been surprising. To have him call at all had been a complete shock to you.

In all honesty you had been picturing him tied up with other women, finally being freed of the restraints as a husband. You weren’t even sure how the thought of it made you feel when only hours ago he had been laying underneath you.

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect you to call,” you confessed.

“Well you shouldn’t.”

The phone beeped after that and when you looked at it, you realised he had ended the call.

Your stomach dropped at the thought that you might have upset him, that being honest hadn’t been the right thing to say.

But upon returning to your parents you made it the last of your concerns, coming back into the room with a warm smile.

There wasn’t anything you could do about it now anyway so you’d have to just await the consequences.

Naoya was back the next night.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

He had basically forced everything he needed to do over the three days into a one day schedule.

All the tasks had been easy, simple decisions that needed to be made. Most of the men he had to deal with had been silently raged at having to squeeze everything in such a tight frame. But he couldn’t care less.

He needed to get out of there.

Husband duties, he had told them.

They couldn’t argue that he was newly wed after all.

And he definitely needed to get back to you, he was extremely hard just hearing your unappreciative voice on the phone.

Not relaxed?

All you had to do was bury your pretty face into his pillows as he spread your legs, before fucking you into oblivion.

You should have been telling him how much you missed him over the phone, not questioning him on his reason for calling.

He’d teach you.

But then your smell filled his nostrils as soon as he stepped through the doors, a sweet jasmine, and all he could think about was how he needed to be inside of you.

He was stripping himself as he stalked up the stairs, hamaka being strewn on the floor. By the time he stepped inside the room, he was completely bare, stroking his cock at the mere thought of you.

The thought of you wasn’t anything to compare to the real thing in front of him. For a moment he finds himself unable to stop himself from just standing and staring at your form on his bed. Such an obedient thing wrapped up in his sheets, oblivious to him and the rest of the world as he crept in beside you.

You didn’t seem to stir as the bed dipped under the weight. Nor when he yanked the duvet from your body, revealing you wearing one of his tees.

Your eyes only seemed to open when he was spreading your legs, situating himself perfectly between your thighs.

“Naoya,” you breathed, eyes half lidded trying to look at him in the dark. When your eyes couldn’t find him, your hand reached out instead, cupping the side of his face.

He was glad for the darkness then because the gentle touch from your hand had his face softening.

“You’re back?”

You clearly wanted to ask more questions but Naoya didn’t want to hear them and was quick to silence you with his lips being shoved against yours.

It was a greedy kiss, his tongue and teeth urgently seeking your mouth for entrance and once he had it, he couldn’t help but sink his tongue in, practically sucking the air out of you all in a kiss.

You were gasping for air when he finally released you, not even fully awake yet. But with the feel of him prodding at your entrance, he could sense you were sobering up, eyes widening as he pushed himself all the way in.

“Naoya,” you winced, nails clawing at his shoulders.

“You can take it,” he hissed, roughly thrusting himself in your walls. “You’re fine.”

But he was far from fine.

His eyebrows furrowed as your walls sucked him in, clinging to him with need. He couldn’t help himself as he wrapped his hand around your throat, trying to ground himself. It shouldn’t be feeling this good, not for him, but suddenly he realised he had found himself addicted to the thing between your thighs.

Scared you’d see the way his face contorted as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, his face dipped into the crook of your neck. There he distracted himself by sucking and nipping at the skin of your neck, marking you up. Or he at least tried.

He hadn’t even realised he’d been panting in your ear, groaning your name on repeat as he rutted his hips against yours. It was only when he heard your voice did he finally break out of the trance you had locked him in.

“I missed you,” you croaked out, biting your bottom lip at a harsh thrust.

Naoya narrowed his eyes at the sight of you, body tensing at the sudden confession. His hand trailed upwards from your throat, resting against the side of your face almost caressing it. Until he grabbed at your jaw, digging his fingers into your cheek.

“Don’t-” he grunted, fingers bruising the skin. “Just don’t.”

Your lips parted at this, wanting to say something but terrified with the sudden threat looming over you. Instead you swallowed it down, unable to stop yourself from tensing underneath him as he continued to curve his hips into you.

You were confused, pouting up at him with tears spilling out of your eyes. You wanted to plead with him to be gentler with you but you were too busy choking on your moans to say anything. You tried to push him away but his hands were quick to snatch your wrists, pinning them down.

The way he was fucking you, felt almost like a punishment, as if he was mad at you for something you had done. But the only thing that came to mind had been the phone call and you didn’t believe it truly warranted this sort of treatment.

But it didn’t matter how you felt in this relationship and maybe in your sleepy haze you had forgotten that but Naoya was there to remind you.

As if to make it clear, Naoya threw your legs over your shoulder, enabling him to hit deeper inside you and when you whimpered at him that it hurt, he simply ignored you.

In all the weeks you had been married, Naoya never made you feel this way. While he had been constantly taking you without your consent, always pushing your limits to break you, he had never completely used you like this. It was as if all that mattered was him satisfying his needs and he couldn’t care less if you were in pain from it all, wincing as your body tried to accept the new angle.

You felt him in your stomach and even though your body was slowly accepting his intrusion, your mind couldn’t accept it. You hated as your body betrayed you, walls becoming slick and stretching out to accommodate him.

It was almost like second nature at this point and the sudden thought that this was the rest of your life had you crying harder.

But Naoya didn’t seem to care, his head back into the crook of your neck again, erratically breathing into your skin. His fingers had moved down, digging into the skin of your thigh as he held them down.

You knew he was close, hips slapping against yours faster. With the pace your cunt clenched around him, toes curling at the sensation. The feel of you around him had Naoya spilling into your walls, making sure to fuck every single drip out as he slowed his movements. Even though you had been teetering closer to the edge once Naoya pulled out of your walls, the feeling was ripped away and you were glad…

Because seconds later, once Naoya had rolled off of you, you were throwing yourself into the toilet, unable to stop the bile coming out of your mouth.

The realisation of how cruel Naoya could be was finally starting to sink in and you didn’t even think this was the lowest he could go. All the thoughts of the things he could do to you, had you stomach clenching with pure dread. But it was the feel of his cum dripping down your legs that had you vomiting again.

It wasn’t until you heard his voice again did you force yourself to calm down, terrified with the thought of going through that all again.

“Clean yourself up before you get back into bed,” he hissed, his shadow from the doorway looming over you. “And stop that fucking crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.” Taglist: @xxsweetnlowxx @slashmedaddy (let me know if you wanted to be added)

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