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How in the hell did you end up becoming involved with the Sorcerer Killer? Sure, many girls your age were thrilled by the concept of a bad boy, that was true. Bad boys, meaning, trust fund posers who drove motorcycles co-signed by their rich CEO daddies; drenched down in designer cologne, shades, and Italian leather jackets to look the part. Frauds. Little boys. Girls like you did not get involved with dangerously handsome men, infamous assassins like Fushiguro Toji. So why did you?
You wonder this each day. Not a second guess or regret of your decision to be with him, but more like a recurring thought in your head at all hours when he isn't around. During any task, too. As you pick up a bloody shirt he threw haphazardly over the couch in the apartment. While scrubbing a spot on a dirty plate as you washed the dishes from last night's dinner he didn't come home to. When you lay awake at night with stubborn tears in your eyes, loneliness capsizing your happiness and cold sheets making you miss the warmth of his hulking body next to you in bed.
You knew that a relationship with Toji would be difficult. You craved the attention of a lover and he didn't. You expected both of you to come home to an empty apartment at some point, not just you. You were a grade two jujutsu sorcerer and Toji killed people like you every day for a pack of cigarettes and a quick buck he could blow in a back alley card game. Your naivety had you anticipating an average modern day couple with jobs and schedules that didn't agree with each other. You were wrong, of course. Because here you were, missing him, dressed in one of his big ol' tees that his scent still clung to. Day 31 of hoping for him to come home— Fushiguro Toji's meek and mild little wifey.
He'd been a decent boyfriend as far as you could remember. He didn't spoil you like he spoiled his gambling problem, but he held your hand as you two went on whatever date you wanted. He whispered sweet nothings and dirty promises in your ear at dinner. He brought home gifts occasionally, claiming he thought it was your birthday when it wasn't. He'd been a decent boyfriend, but he hasn't been a good husband at all.
Yes, you married him. In secret. The great adversary of Jujutsu society.
But now, you felt like an afterthought to him. His third wife he married because he'd been pussy drunk and it seemed like a good idea to pop the question at the time. Not because he was in love with you. Just duties of a man and all that shit. You had giggled like a schoolgirl, said yes immediately, and he figured it'd be fine—he'd give you a house, a couple of kids to distract you, and he could do whatever he wanted. He never expected you to love him. To notice when he came home at late hours dripping blood all over the tiles. To want a loving relationship, to want more than the affection he usually allowed with his women. To want more beyond Toji patting your hair and cooing filth in your ear as he fucked you raw into the mattress, licking at the hot tears you shed as he ruined you for other men.
Not that you could ever want another man because God help you— no really, help— you loved the one you already had.
And it was love that made your eyes light up like a lantern instead of being upset when he walked through the door of the apartment, home at last.
"Toji, you're back!" You greet with a surprised gasp, as if you'd seen a ghost. But you were damn right to be shocked, a contract taking him away from you for a month. Setting down the knife you were using to slice vegetables for dinner, you wipe your hands on a dish towel before whirling around to get a good look at your husband who sauntered into the kitchen.
Six weeks, he'd been away.
You thought he was dead.
He jerks his head in a single nod, barely acknowledging you as he pushes his way past you with a big, battle-scarred hand on your waist. Fushiguro Toji is not an affectionate man, so you don't think he's even paying attention when he gives your soft waist a generous squeeze that has you swallowing thickly. Touch-starved little thing you are.
Whenever Toji is in close proximity, it's hard to ignore what a ridiculous monstrosity this man truly is. He cuts an intimidating figure with broad shoulders that barely fit through the door, biceps bulging against those tight black tees he buys a size smaller because they're cheaper. Standing six-foot-five, corded with muscle and lined with veins, your husband easily eclipses your smaller body in the tiny kitchen of your apartment.
You squint up at him, noticing the tear in his black shirt and the nasty slash across his chest to match. Even though you shouldn't be because you've seen him with far nastier injuries, you stop him with a worried hand on his arm.
"You're injured, Toji. What happened?"
"'S fine, leave it." He shrugs your hand off. Ugh, he hated that look on your face. When you gazed at him like he hung the moon and burned your name on the surface to profess undying love. Hated seeing those big pretty eyes water with worry over his injuries from a fight. It was too sweet for him and threw such a man like him off kilter because he would find himself responding to it. Megumi's mother, Tsumiki's mother— they had let him be. Took care of the house, the kids, whatever— just left him be. But you? Damn you, you just had to love him.
"Wan' a beer, princess?" He tosses over his shoulder, ignoring your worried look completely as he yanked open the refrigerator, upsetting your collection of salad dressing bottles on the door.
"Toji..." You try again, taking a tentative step towards him.
"Said leave it, didn't I? Now answer my question." He says darkly, head stuck in the fridge as he rummaged around in it, but you could still hear the nasty edge in his voice. You wonder how the man had been at home for a split second and you had already irritated him.
"No, I don't... I don't drink, Toji." You shake your head at the broad spread of his muscled back, feeling a twinge of annoyance at the fact your own fucking husband didn't know such a simple detail about you. That you hated the taste of alcohol and it affected your cursed technique. Hmph. Maybe if he stayed home long enough to do something other than drink, sleep, or fuck he would've known that about me.
"Too good for it? Suit yourself." He grunts, shrugging his shoulder as he snatches two cans of Sapporo from the shelf, shoving one into his pocket before he pops the tab on the other and crushes the can of beer as he chugs it straight. Curious, you look over your shoulder in time to see his head tilted back, neck bared and knot in his throat bobbing as he swallowed the alcohol expertly. You shamefully squeeze your thighs together as your stomach bubbles with sudden desire.
Mission after mission took Toji away from you and that resulted in many nights with you in your bed, clutching his pillow to your chest as you stuffed three fingers into your neglected cunt, his name falling from your lips. Toji had conditioned you in the first few months of your marriage, getting you used to being slutted out every night. Had you cock hungry and stupefied over the way he fucked you. And now? He disappeared for a month and barely looked at you when he finally came home. It was driving you into madness.
Your marriage may not be perfect, but your sex life is because whenever the Zen'in assassin isn't tired, he's always horny.
When he comes home from a mission and squeezes your ass to wake you up, the only warning you're getting before he's propping your leg back on his hip, shoving your panties aside so he can fuck you awake.
Or when you're in the shower and he's got to take a piss, hopping in with you without asking. He'd push you to your knees and relieve himself on your face, yellow on your cheeks and down the drain before he's burying his cock down your throat, rest in peace.
As you hum a sweet song in a cute little apron, baking sweets to drop off at Jujutsu High of all fucking places— for Megumi and his friends! — and the thought of you playing perfect little housewife and stepmother has him so gone that he shoves your shorts to your ankles, growling when there's nothing underneath. He's so fucking hard he barely spends time on prep, shoving your head against the counter and stuffing your ass full of his monstrous cock while you're getting tears and drool on the cookies. You'll have to bake a new batch and oh...
Well, you get it.
The man is an insatiable beast when it comes to fucking you, and you immediately begin to worry when he's not trying to bend you over as a stress reliever.
Turning back to dinner preparations, you tear your gaze away from him, blushing and a little ashamed at your dirty thoughts.
"Shit, gotta make a run for a six pack for me, yeah darlin'?" He murmurs, wrapping his arms around you, his raspy voice pressed right against your ear. You don't know how such a big man could move so silently without your notice, but you do know that you downright whimpered at his touch. He's bent over you, arms snaked around your waist and sliding up your torso to put those rough hands shamelessly on your tits for a good squeeze. Like he just wanted to make sure they were still there after being away for so long. Toji made a low noise when your pert little nipples are quick to perk up against his palms, but then he pulls away, leaving you windswept as he made his way out of the kitchen.
"I'll pick some up for you tomorrow," you swallow and press your cool hand to your feverish forehead. You wanted him so bad. How selfish was he for leaving you at home, untouched, unfucked for a month? That wouldn't do. You needed his attention before you lost your mind.
So you creep out of the kitchen, the heat pooling in the pit of your belly taking priority over dinner. You come to stand at the threshold to the small living room, watching your husband, lower lip caught between your teeth.
Even doing nothing, you found him attractive. Toji had thrown himself on the couch, his favorite Glock tossed next to a couple of old beer cans on the coffee table. Powerful legs spread wide in those low slung training pants he wore. He'd switch on the flat screen to a baseball game as he rummaged around for a lighter, lighting up the end of a fresh blunt.
You watch as smoke clouds around his head as the scent of weed fills the space. He usually preferred tobacco since marijuana was so expensive, not to mention hard to obtain in Japan, but it helped him unwind after a damn good fight. A beer, a good blunt, and even better pussy was his post-mission ritual—in that order.
Toji was so tired and there you were, standing in the doorway with those pretty fucking eyes that he didn't want to admit had become his weakness. Damn you.
"What's it now, princess?" He caught sight of you, taking a lazy drag from his blunt as you pad over to his spot on the couch, approaching him to kneel between his spread legs instead of taking a seat next to him. Oh, that got his attention, but it wasn't uncommon. His eyebrow cocks in bored interest at you.
"I want you. It's been so long," you whisper, a small pout propped cutely on your lips that makes Toji chuckle in amusement, coughing twice on the burn of weed fumes in his throat.
"Could've just said you wanted my cock, sweetheart. Don't think I didn't notice you squirmin' back there." He shoots you a sardonic smirk, and you feel butterflies flutter in your tummy. Toji is just tickled pink at the thought of you waiting here for six weeks, just begging to be fucked by him. The sorcerer killer takes a long swig from the can in his other hand, grinning.
Until you pluck the can from his big fingers, "I just did, didn't I?" you respond, then you bring his drink to your lips. The beer's warm after Toji nursed it for too long, but the way he eyes the liquid that spills from your lips, trickling down your throat with blown pupils has your chest constricting. Makes the disgusting taste of alcohol worth it.
"Thought you didn't drink? Look how messy you are." He chastises as he swipes his thumb across the corner of your mouth to wipe away the droplets of beer before he settles back against the cushions, letting you reach for the strings of his pants.
"S-sorry," you apologize, your heart thumping painfully as you pluck the knot loose with shaky fingers. You're no stranger to sucking Toji's dick, but the act never becomes any less intimidating. Sometimes, he left your throat bruised and aching for days. However, you were too aroused and too desperate to be fucked out by your husband to care.
Above you, Toji watches with lidded eyes. The drugs had kindled his fire but the man was completely relaxed above you, blunt engulfed between his lips as he pulled drags from it every now and then, ashes flaking onto his shirt. You whimper at the visual of him alone, hooking your fingers under his waistband and tugging down.
Toji did not wear underwear so you were immediately greeted with the sight of his cock. It bounced fat and heavy against his stomach a few times before standing intimidatingly tall in front of your lips. No matter how many times you've seen it over your year of marriage, Toji's dick never fails to downright terrify the shit out of you. Just looking at the wide, blunt head makes your stomach cramp up. It was pretty, you thought—as pretty as dicks could be, cut and flushed a deep red and leaking beads of precum with a thick vein running from base to tip. You knew that it didn't take an experienced woman to know that there weren't many out there better than what Fushiguro Toji was packing.
"Oi, you gonna sit there starin' at it all night or what?" He demands, voice rock salt rasp. He's already impatient? Your cheeks heat up, shaking your head. You stare up at your husband through fluttering eyelashes, leaning forward to finally, finally press a kiss to the leaky head. Sticky precum smears white across your plush lips, hearing Toji groan low in his throat. He shifts in his seat, almost to push his hips forward and urge you on. But you don't need any urging, your lips are already parting to lap your tongue all over the slit. Getting his flavor all over your tastebuds. His precum is bitter and slightly salty, but to you it's nectar that you drink until he squirms.
"Fuckin' tease." Toji hisses, big hand snaking into your hair. He doesn't push down yet, content to let it sit there and remind you that you're not truly in control. That he'll eventually run out of patience if you don't please him quick enough. And you're... you're so fucking needy that your hand slips between your thighs, so wet that the fabric of your panties cling to your folds when you push them aside. Graze a finger across your clit to make yourself whine.
The hand on your head suddenly adds pressure and you risk a glance up at Toji, your stomach lurching. Entranced by the orange embers at the end of his blunt sparking to life as he draws in a deep inhale, exhaling the pungent smoke out of his nose. His eyes are glazed over with a combination of his high and his arousal, head tipped back but not far enough that he'll miss the moment where you struggle taking his cock fully into your mouth. He peers down his nose at you, cocky and self assured— like a king. A storm brewing violence that will sweep you away whether you're willing or not.
You know what to do next without needing to be told: you slack your jaw as much as you can, hollowing your cheeks out to suck his cock into your mouth, earning a long grunt from Toji.
"F-fuck, that's it. That's good, princess. Keep goin'." He encourages and you whimper softly at his words, pinching your clit before you greedily push two fingers inside of yourself, not even surprised as slick drips down your palm while Toji stretches your mouth out, a nasty ache quick to form in your jaw.
"Look at you, huh? Greedy little slut struggling to take all of my cock in your pretty mouth."
"But you're still a good girl, aren't you? Try harder." He's spouting off bullshit that makes your praise kink glow, eyes shut tight as you focus on creating a hot suction around Toji's cock that makes his stomach burn inside out. It feels so fucking good when you sink slow and greedy around the tip, swirling your tongue over the sensitive head. It's moments like this, with your pretty cotton candy lip gloss stretched obscenely around his cock, that he remembers exactly why he put a ring on your finger.
Toji grows tired of your teasing quickly, though. He always does. The assassin gets a good grip on your hair and you know you're at his mercy. He drives his hips upward, your head shoved down in a dizzyingly quick movement until your nose tickles the untamed patch of coarse hairs surrounding the base, Toji's musk filling your nostrils in a heady scent. Thick cock bottomed out and seated snug in the back of your throat.
Your first instinct is to pull away and scream, seeing stars. Tears gather at the corner of your eyes as you gag on him hard. Toji groans in pleasure when your throat flexes around him, guiding your wet mouth up his length before he's slamming your head down once more. Your nails dig into his thighs violent enough that you feel wet under your fingernails. Toji's cock is too big, too thick and your esophagus feels bruised as the Sorcerer Killer lives up to that menacing title, fucking your throat pink.
You're granted a moment of reprieve when Toji reels your head back by the hair, forcing you off his length completely to look you in the eye, but it's not enough. You can't fucking catch your breath quick enough. "Stick out your tongue, little slut. C'mon."
Hot with blush and arousal, you stick your tongue out awkwardly. The Zen'in wastes no time burying himself back into your mouth, the rough planes of your sinful tongue dragging against the thick vein on the underside, wedging under the sensitive head on the downstroke as you build up a rhythm of bobbing on his dick. You reach between his legs, your free hand dipping low into his pants where his balls sit heavy and squeeze— in that way he likes and he fucking growls at you, his giant fist twisting in your hair so tight that pain lances through your skull. You wouldn't be surprised if he splits his knuckles or balds you or both.
It's just so fucking messy, filthy like a good mouth-fuck should be. The room is filled with sounds of his cussing, of your audible slurping and gurgling. Spit coats his cock real good, the mixture getting caught in his pubic hair and dripping down his balls as you choke on him each time he forces himself down your throat. It's been too long since he had good, proper head and it's almost too much for him. If he lets you keep at it, he's sure to unload down your throat and that's not where he plans on putting his cum tonight.
"Sucking my cock gets you off, little slut? Think I don't notice you fingering yourself without my permission?" He hisses; you almost forgot about the fingers stuffed inside your pussy until Toji calls you out on it. You clench in embarrassment as he yanks your head back roughly, tearing your lips away for his own sake. But not before he enjoys the sensation of your hot little mouth dragging over him one last time. God, you're so fucking pretty to him. Eyes wide and drenched in tears, line of spit connecting your swollen lips to his engorged cock.
"I... I—God." You can't even speak, your throat feels so destroyed. Toji smirks as you retract the two fingers, feeling like a child caught eating candy before dinner.
"You, God, what?" Toji repeats your stutter, mocking. He wasn't interested in what you had to say, honestly. He had other plans for you. "Get up and come sit on my lap, little doll. 'S what you wanted, ain't it? To sit on daddy's cock?"
That was what you wanted at first, but obviously a month away from the man you didn't remember quite who you were missing. Staring at Fushiguro Toji on the worn couch in your shared apartment, cock ridiculously hard and seemingly thicker than your wrist, you feel intimidated. Especially after he ruined your throat that quick. That doesn't stop your cunt from pulsing the longer you look at it though.
You'll sit on that dick even if it kills you.
Know what's coming for you, though— no foreplay for you. Toji prefers scooping his cum out of your pussy with his skilled tongue after he's fucked you, that nasty fucking freak. So that means you're left struggling to adjust to his size stretching you out with no prep if you don't sneak and do it for yourself. It's what he loves. You scramble to get off the floor, gingerly climbing onto his lap.
Toji is not good at showing affection, nor does he crave it. But when you lean forward to press your mouth against his for the first kiss you'd received in a month, he allows it. When you place your hands on his broad shoulders, he allows that too. The Zen'in prying your lips apart with his tongue before he licks hot kisses into your mouth.
The combined taste of weed on his tongue and his precum on yours makes the kiss heady and dizzying.
You lick at the scar slashed across one side of his mouth and he smirks before wrapping his fingers around your sore throat without malice. Just to hold you steady while he yanks your shirt down, rough and sudden to expose your tits to the air, tucking the fabric under your breasts for his visual.
"P-please..." You choke out against his lips when Toji reaches between your legs next, hooking a finger into the crotch of your panties to jerk them hard to the side, letting them catch and hold on your outer pussy lip.
"Whore." He comments in the most degrading way, causing you to clench around nothing at the gravelly twinge in his voice. Toji wraps a big hand around the base of his cock so he can guide it along your sticky folds, coating himself in your slick. "Haven't even touched you and you're fuckin' soaked."
"Because I missed you, daddy." You sigh at the feeling.
Toji swipes the tip of his cock through your folds almost lazily, purposely avoiding your swollen clit on the stroke through.
"Puh-please... please, I want it so bad. Let me fuck myself on your cock, daddy." You sob, not above begging for it.
Of course, you could just sit on it. Take him right now and deal with the consequences of not waiting for his permission later, but you don't. You sit there, tears gathering in your eyes for Toji to collect while he grins crookedly. He is the picture of an unbothered man while you grind all over his lap like a depraved harlot. Toji chuckles at your efforts, leaning forward with you balanced in his lap to swipe his lighter off the coffee table. Meanwhile, you're so frustrated you want to cry as he takes his time, cupping a hand around his mouth to relight his blunt. White ash flakes onto your exposed breasts after his shaky drag.
Finally, he seems to make his mind up.
"'Right then, pretty baby. Sit on it. Come on." He says in that deep, raspy voice and you want to cry in relief, eyes full of tears. You steady yourself on his shoulders as you lift your hips off his lap. Just enough to get the fat head of his cock pressed right up against your hole, before you sink down.
"Ow..-oh.. oh my god." You choke on a loud mewl, your brows knitted together in discomfort as you focus on sucking in the thickest part of him. You're plenty wet, but the first thing you notice is the burn. The intrusion of Toji's cock is overwhelming, just halfway in but his wide girth splits your tight pussy wide open.
Toji's composure from earlier frays at the seams too, sweat beading on his forehead and dripping down his neck. Overheated from your warm weight on his lap, the hand gripping his blunt falling to the side as he grunts in pain himself. Almost choking at the feeling of your wet walls trying to accommodate and suck him in. Too cramped and too fucking narrow for his size, but damn it if you aren't greedy and determined.
"Goddamn, so fuckin' tight. Haven't you been fucking yourself while I been gone, princess? You been waiting for me?" His voice is muffled as he sticks the blunt of marijuana between his lips to get his hands free, gripping your hips tight. Toji forces your legs to spread wider over his lap, your stomach clenching as he shifts his hips and drives the tip of his cock to kiss your cervix, bottoming out so deep it tears a cry from you.
"Nuh-No! My fingers don't feel as good as your cock does, daddy." You whine out to him, trying to focus on gasping for air. Your head falls against his shoulders as you experimentally grind your hips down, your clit rubbing against his lower abdomen as you shift. "It's.. It's too deep."
"And you love it don't you, pretty baby? Come on, come on, fuck yourself on it, hurry up."
You swallow hard, nodding eagerly and fluttering around him at his continued degradation of you, but you do love it. You press close to Toji as you level your weight on his shoulders. Lifting your hips up, up, up until the fat head of his dick catches on your tiny opening with a burn. White hot pleasure sparking along the walls of your pussy when his cock drags rough through your nerves on the downstroke. The intrusion is just as overwhelming as the first, but you begin wet and sloppy fucking when you repeat the motion on him. God, you can't stop trembling on top of him. Thighs shaking. A leaf on a tree in a typhoon.
Toji's hands grip your thighs and you're clinging to him like a shaking fucking koala, but he doesn't mind it. Not when his cock beats in a steady throb inside of you. You press your sweaty forehead into his neck, breathing his scent deep into your nostrils— weed and sweat and the tang of dried blood on his shirt from his fight yes, but also a note of musk that is distinctively Toji.
"I'd have been a fool not to lock this pussy down, eh? Look at you, creamin' all over me. Fuck." He praises, bringing a deep flush to your cheeks. His hand shifts low, rubbing a large thumb over your puffy clit in circles just to feel you clamp around him in that painfully tight way. Barely touched and the little nub feels raw and sensitive between your legs. You feel swollen already, spread out and stretched thin even if you take him slow. Fucking yourself bloody on his dick just to chase that hot burn of arousal low in your belly. "Taking my cock like a fuckin' champ."
You're so caught up in his appraisal of your fucking that you barely notice the sound and vibration coming from Toji's pocket under you and at first, you whine— thinking he's about to torture you with a vibrator. Until he rolls his eyes and you realize he's pulling out his cellphone mid-fuck, the device pinging with a notification. You peer at him in curiosity through lidded eyes and he tightens his hand on your hip, daring you to stop fucking him as he reads whatever is so important to interrupt him.
But then Toji whistles, and he has half a mind to toss the roach into the ashtray on the coffee table before it burns a hole through the couch. "Just got paid, doll. Almost feels as good as this cunt on my cock, ha." He smirks, shoving the phone back into his pocket before shifting his hand around where he grabs the meat of your ass in a rough gesture. "Hurry it up and make me cum, yeah? Maybe I'll take you out for some proper grub. Buy you somethin' nice."
"O-okay." You breathe, but then you're startled as Toji suddenly switches your positions—manhandling you down onto the couch until you're flipped onto your belly. Face down, pert little ass up. "Wh—?! Toji... What?"
"Toji?" He echoes dangerously, as if his own name confuses him. You realize your mistake too late though, because he's already punishing you with a heavy-handed slap to your ass that rattles your teeth. The man is strong as shit and you can practically feel the capillaries bursting on the surface of your cheek, an exploding constellation into a nasty handprint.
"D-daddy! I'm sorry, daddy!"
"That's it, baby. Don't got all night, do I? Gonna fuck you blind, pretty doll." You're shaking so much, helpless to do anything but press your face into the couch cushions, completely at the Zen'in's mercy.
Toji spreads your ass cheeks with big hands to get a good look, green snake eyes trained on the way your hole struggles to close properly as you clench and unclench. The way creamy froth drips from the pitiful little thing. Toji chuckles, and it's fucking filthy the way he lets his thick thumb rub between the wet line of your ass cheeks, prodding against your unused hole.
"W-wait, Toji I can't take it—"
"Not doing anything, am I, girl? But you will. Relax or I'll make you." You try to listen to him, heart thudding but Toji's pressing his thumb inside your ass at the same time he finally lines his cock back up with your cunt, not wasting any time in snapping his hips forward. That first stroke fucking into you so hard your body collapses against the cushions with a startled grunt.
Now you're reminded why you prefer riding him. Toji fucks like a beast, and you were foolish to let a month away from him allow you to forget that. Combined with the burn in your ass as Toji twists his thumb in and out of the puckered little hole and his wide girth fucking you raw, long and hard, you're seeing white. Blind, like he promised. The heavy weight of his balls slapping ruthlessly against your clit, providing a tease of friction that drives you mad.
Your eyes shut tight in alarm as you sing a chorus of ah ah ah ah when Toji fucks right up against that spongy tissue inside of you, caught between wanting to squirm away from the onslaught of intense pressure between your legs and wanting to fuck yourself back into it.
"Don't you even think about fuckin' running away from it, doll." He growls, reading your mind, a ruthless slap to your ass paired with his rough hand jerking you back on his cock, quick snaps of his hips that has you flaming. This man was intent on breaking you, and you were going to be happy about it.
Toji curls a second finger deep into your ass, transfixed on the way both of your tight holes are stuffed with him. He scissors his fingers in, massaging your walls and releasing a chuckle when you get wetter. "Squirting on me now?"
You're sobbing, and you know you look a helpless mess under him. Cheeks stained with tears, knuckles shiny with spit as you bite down on them to keep your sanity intact. Your breasts bouncing lewdly against the cushions, rubbing your nipples raw.
"T-Toji... I'm gonna.. Please, daddy. I'm gonna cum—"
"You'd like that wouldn't you, pretty girl?" Toji laughs breathlessly, his head fucking spinning. The weed in his system sharpens his nerves to a point, your pussy sucking him in so tight he feels like he's on fire. Cock burning inside out, up to his gut. He punctuates each praising word with a hard thrust, but he's losing it. Hips turning messy. "Wanna cum all over me and get my last pair of clean pants all messy with your cum, baby? How am I gonna take ya to dinner like that?"
"Puh-Please— wanna cum so bad, please please please—"
"Cum then, little slut. If you want it so bad. I know you can do it. Cum."
You feel so full, lightheaded and drunk on the pleasure Toji forces from your body. Overstimulation sets in, but you don't even care. You let him fuck you pliant into the couch, a man possessed. His bruising grip on the flesh of your ass rendering you unable to scramble away from the relentless abuse of his cock. Forcing you to take every inch of him, thank him later. You need it to end, you need to cum— reaching between sticky thighs, clenching down on him so tight you hear him hiss. Frantic, rough circles around your clit until you're wailing, loud and deafening to your ears— cumming, wet and tight and cramped on Toji's thick cock.
"F-Fuck, fuuuuuck. That's a good girl, baby. That's a good girl. That's it. Cum all over me." Toji feels winded, droplets of his sweat dripping onto the small of your back as fighting his thrusts through your tight walls fluttering around him like a fucking glove is his strongest opponent yet. He's only a few thrusts behind you, though. One more slam of his hips so he hits deep, the force of his own climax punching the wind out of him. A loud groan rumbling in his chest as he fucks to a sloppy finish that paints your insides white and wet with his thick cum.
When you come to, you're dizzy. "Oh.." you sigh in bliss, biting your lip at the warmth that fills you as Toji pumps his hips lazily, letting you milk his cock and streaking the frothy mixture of your cum and his over the back of your thighs.
Then he gets his cock free almost reluctantly with a whistle, snapping your panties back in place to keep you filled with him. Maybe you'll give him a baby, finally.
You know he won't cuddle you after sex, but he pats your hair gently— letting you know you fucked him good. A job well done. A husband's version of leaving an extra wad of cash on the nightstand in a hotel for a hooker.
But you smile up at him from where you've collapsed anyway, body spent and mind dazed.
"Toji?" You call, already missing his warmth behind you. "Are you about to leave again?"
"Got somethin' to take care of." He grunts at you and you knew it. You knew that he would discard you. Not even bothering to stay the night even though you both lived together. You were foolish to believe his words of taking you out had been something more than heat of the moment bullshit. When would Toji ever realize that you had needs for his affection beyond his dick? Your heart dropped on top of your bliss, crushing it in two as you watched him stand up and tuck himself away, retying the strings of his pants into a knot. The gambling house on his mind ever since he received the notification for that fat check.
"Do you have to? Toji, don't go this time." You reach out and tentatively wrap your fingers around his wrist to stop him, voice gentle. You knew it was futile, but you would try anyway. Edges of your eyes burning hot and shiny with tears you refused to shed. "Let's have food delivered and watch a movie together. Please?"
You expect him to wrench his arm out of your grasp and make another excuse because he never cares, but he surprises you. Maybe he thought it was your birthday again. Maybe it was post-orgasmic haze or the weed fucking up his brain, but with your hand clinging to him, peering up at him with shiny eyes, his heart chooses that moment to bleed red instead of black. Swelling up to life and softening just for you. Only for you.
"Really missed me, huh?" He tilts his head down to you, fringe falling into his eyes. His weakness are your tears. You knew how to get him, apparently.
"You've been gone for a month, Toji. I thought you were dead." There you go again, softening him up with your pretty words. Caring for his wellbeing even though he didn't deserve it. Caring if he came home safely. If he didn't.
"... Right, doll. Whatever you want." He jerks his head in a nod, and the way you beamed up at him with those big pretty eyes made not being a grumpy old asshole worth it. That look alone made him want to please you. Want to stay. "Put a movie on then. I'm gonna go shower."
"You mean it?" You gasp in disbelief, to which he doesn't answer as he makes to leave. Your fingers never release his wrist, though. You've paused, halfway off the couch; a question on your lips as you smack them together. "Can I join you?"
"Insatiable minx." Toji snorts, a smirk curling his lip. "Keep your hands to yourself if you wanna actually watch that damned movie tonight." He warns you in a low voice, but you don't even hear because you're squealing and hurrying to follow him to the bathroom. Never mind the ugly ache between your legs from the first round with him, you'll pay for your sins tomorrow.
And Toji? That grump is cracking an actual smile, wide and absolutely devastating. Not content and not a good husband, but he thinks about not taking any jobs for a while. Stay closer to you for a bit to eat up more of that smile of yours.
This is the real reason why he put a ring on your finger.
You made him not want to be just a puppet of carnage all the time.