Archive of Our Own

The man opposite you was a beast, 6”6, built like a tank with a face full of scars to match. His deep-set eyes, black and empty, bored into yours as you pull out a thick manila envelope from your coat pocket. 

His eyes briefly flicked to the overstuffed packet, then to the sparkler of a diamond adorning your ring finger. 

You cleared your throat pointedly, the slow drag of his eyes tracking up your frame made your eye tick. You offered the envelope and he took it slowly as if he had all the time in the world. 

Adam's apple bobbing through the deep scars across his jugular, “It’ll be done”, he replied in a raspy voice. 

Your eyebrow twitched before sighing heavily, “Do not underestimate him”, you warned one last time. 

The man scoffs, grinding his massive jaw. 

“His head for confirmation. You know where to leave it,” you said primly before walking past him. 

You walked back to your jeep, leaving the man standing at the edge of the children’s park, fingers tapping nervously against his inevitable demise. 

You couldn’t help but stomp the last few steps back to the blacked-out car your estranged husband bought you the first year of your forsaken marriage. You slipped into the driver's seat, clutching the wheel with a death grip before letting out a frustrated growl. 

You could hear his maniacal laugh ringing through your head, could see the bloodlust in his eyes and that pretty chrome gun you got made custom for his birthday, tucked snugly against the deep V of his hip.

“Fuck you, Toji”, you spat at his phantom. 

You peeled out of the parking lot and headed towards the Koya you both are currently fighting over.  

By the time you got there, your ex-husband would be dead, and you could spend the night indulging in all his hard-earned assets as a freshly minted widow.

Crazy. Spiteful. But he knew that when he met you. 

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Beautiful little place, floor-to-ceiling glass, natural woods and animal rugs. A perfect little spot to sequester away while your brute of an ex-husband met a preferably slow and agonising reckoning.

The night was chilly, wind pricking at your neck, but the sake and the silent expanse of the forest added to the relief of finally being free. 

You being here could be passed off as sentimental longing, a lonely wife wishing desperately to rekindle her relationship with an obstinate husband. Of course, being separated, you were none the wiser of his comings and goings. 

The bath was scorching hot, the sake was rich and warm in your blood, so naturally, the tears wouldn't stop flowing. 

“Hate you”, you sobbed into the candlelit bathroom. 

The steam curled around your jaw in a gentle caress. You imagined Toji’s big, calloused hands caressing your cheek in that possessive way he used to. All it took was you pressing your lips to his palm before you were pinned to the nearest flat surface, whining and begging for more.

“Hate-hick- fuck, I hate you!” you yelled at no one in particular.

The air in the room stilled as if time itself had halted. Your heart leapt out of your body when you noticed a shadow materialise by the door. A voice lilted with amusement said, “Doesn’t stop you from cumin’ with my name on your lips though, does it, princess?”

A small part of you jumped with relief, another burst into angry flames that this is what it took. 

“God”, you breathed out. 

The bastard had the nerve to smirk, “Daddy will do”, he said, venturing in deep green eyes sweeping across your features and down to the column of your neck. 

The sake twisted in your guts, or maybe it was the raw frustration, the weeks of restless nights that led up to this moment. You sank down a little further into the tub but still stared him down. The black compression shirt clung to his impossibly large torso, biceps bulging despite being at rest.

Fuck did he get bigger?

“You should be dead”, you spat, heat blooming across your face. 

He made a noncommittal sound before gracefully perching on the ledge. 

“Should’ve sent two,” he said, watching you watch him as he reached one bulky arm into the water to grip your ankle. 

“Fuck you”, you growled, trying and failing to kick out of his hold. His blunt nails dug into the delicate skin of your ankle, making you wince. 

“We’ll get there, baby,” he crooned. 

Toji rested your sud-laden foot in his lap, thumb pressing deliciously into the overworked arch, toes brushing against the firm length that lay against his denim-clad thigh. The sensation made you shudder, but you would not cave so easily. 

"Don't baby me! Fuck you and fuck off! Sign the divorce papers and leave me alone.”

“You don't want that,” he stated. 

Your blood boiled at how calm he was, so you threw the bottle of sake at him. Toji ducked before it could connect and it shattered against the tiles instead. 

Another infuriating smirk formed across his scarred lips as he watched his finest aged sake run down the tiles. He turned back to you, his eyes hooded with hunger, as he kissed your toes. 

Toji’s soft lips caressing your sensitive skin made you visibly shudder. You fought to swallow down a needy moan when he started massaging your heel. This man was insufferable, a total asshole. God, you missed him. 

You licked your lips to give your hungry mouth something to do. He was too calm, and suspiciously too clean given the circumstances. You squinted at him. 

“I sent a hit-man after you, and you're not mad?” It came out breathier than you wanted, and Toji gave you a heated look for it. 

“Nah, knew this temper tantrum was comin.’” 

Temper Tantrum!?!

To say you were angry was an understatement. After an unfortunate mid-luteal phase wine bender, you filed for divorce. rage drove into the mountains to Shui's office, barged your way in while he was in a meeting with some wrinkly clan heads, and exchanged some colourful words right in front of them.

Satisfied with how much damage you caused, you moved into the city to start anew. If he was fucking someone else- for the bonus commission or otherwise- he could stay wherever the fuck he was at. 

The pain of his absence made your chest feel hot; this time, when you kicked, it landed perfectly across his scarred jaw. 

“You disappeared for a whole year, Toji! I- I thought you left me. I spiralled” 

The brute of a man didn't even flinch, instead he kissed down your wet calf, biting your inner knee before locking his gaze on yours “Never once took your ring off though.”

You gave him a sour look for that. Truth be told, after the scant updates from your husband petered off after the fourth month of him being away at “work”, you had a long overdue meltdown. Toji missed out on your anniversary, your promotion and your birthday; the flowers and gifts he sent you could never replace your head in his lap, or his hands on your skin. 

“How do you- wait - where were you?”

His eyes softened ever so slightly, “Less you know, the safer you are,” which was always the case. You sighed, knowing that was exactly all you were getting for an explanation. 

“Unbelievable.” you muttered. 

“Yeah, like the divorce papers.”

“I” - you sucked your teeth - “I had a moment of weakness, then I got stubborn.” 

Toji found the scowl on your face rather cute; it wouldn't take long for it to turn into that blissed-dumb out expression he brought out whenever he was treating you just right. 

“Mhm. Caused all that fuss at the office, Shiu had to promise his first-born son to get that contract back. Jerked off for weeks over your angry face.”

Of course he did, ragebaiting you never failed to make him - wait!

You lunged forward, water sapling over the rim, to grab his shirt in a death grip “You were there?” you growled, doing your best to shake him. You might as well have been an insignificant gnat the way he brushed your hand off.

“You thought I wasn't keepin’ tabs on you?” Toji said, amused. His handsome face was so punchable.

“I thought you were with some other woman,” you said, slapping at his exposed arms. He smiled properly then, sharp k9 glinting in the candlelight as you did your best to hurt him. 

Toji loved how territorial and insane you were about him. The feeling was mutual. 

“You'd rather have me dead than be out here with anyone else, huh?”

You scoffed, “Yes, actually” 

“Lucky for you, m’not that easy to kill. That lug head you “sent after me” was actually your bodyguard. Had him watchin’ over you the second I left.”

Oh really? Well,

“Did he see all the crotchless panties I bought? Did he watch me fuck myself stupid on the balcony with them on?”

Yeah, two could play at that game. Toji’s nostrils flared, he closed his eyes and took one deep inhale to quell his temper.

He bent over and cupped your face, calloused thumb lightly brushing your plush bottom lip. Your breath was bated, waiting to either argue some more or kiss. 

A fresh wave of sadness washed over you; a whole year had gone by without him. You should be furious; you knew what his life was, knew the type of risks he took, and yet in this moment, you would have fallen to your knees and begged him for death rather than experience that again. 

The water had gone cold, and the candlelight was dwindling, but you were reluctant to get out. Unsure of what was on the other side of this. 

As if sensing your emotional turmoil, Toji soothed it all with a simple “You done bein’ pissed? Ready for me to come home?”

You were never one to cry, preferring to disown your feelings altogether or bully them with murderous thoughts. Yet, you couldn't help the tears that flowed in response, because yes. 

Toji didn't waste any time pulling your wet body up and out of the tub with one arm. “Shh, I'm sorry, baby." You locked your limbs around his hips and neck to muffle the broken sounds coming out of you. 

He released the butterfly clip, keeping your hair up, and tangled his fingers in the thickness of it. His voice was raw when he said, “Things got really close a few times. Couldn't let my focus slip. Couldn't put you in danger.” And you sobbed harder because you knew that too. 

He kept you like that till your tears stopped. Toji did his best to dry you off but it was pointless, the tension that had been simmering underneath the anger kicked up. 

You were shamelessly rubbing yourself against his clothes to feel the taught muscles underneath, trying to reacquaint your bodies. You wanted to drown in his warmth. He let you.  

Your husband was many things: an obstinate man, a murderer, a gambler, sometimes a really convincing liar, but a cheater? Never. 

Toji kept one large hand spread under your ass cheek for support while the other gripped your hip to steady your frantic rolls. Didn't say a word when you started biting his jugular and down his thick traps, but the breathy whimpers you let out when your bare cunt dragged across the hard line of his cock just right had him melting. 

He backed you up against the wall, reluctantly peeling your face away from his neck to get a good look at you. Your eyes were glassy, lips sweet and pouty, panting heavily. He scorched this image of you into his brain to remind him what he stayed alive for. 

It was pure animalistic hunger when his lips finally met yours. Biting as a means of reaffirming ownership; tongues creating a new lingua franca made of clashing teeth, deep growls and breathless sighs. 

Toji wouldn't let you breathe, chasing your mouth every time you tried to pull away for air. He ravaged your body through it, sucking ugly love bites into your neck while he toyed with your breasts and roughed up the fat of your ass. 

You were both heaving for breath by the time you pulled apart for air. One of his hands wrapped around your throat, one of yours gripping a fistful of his thick hair. He was rock hard in his jeans, fabric thoroughly soaked from your dripping cunt. The candles had long burnt out, and the smell of burning wicks lingered in the darkness, adding to the carnality.  

Toji head butted you, panting, “Divorce? Y’think I'd ever give you up, huh? Think I wouldn't burn down this whole planet if you left me.”

You laughed, lightheaded and totally delirious on the taste of him; you understood very well what Toji’s devotion could do. You sighed happily and said, “Kiss me more.”

This time, it was a semi-cordial exploration of how quickly a fever could be built up. Kisses were a negotiation of who would fold first. His slow, sensual caresses versus your teasing tongue. You tore his shirt at the neck in one nasty rip. Your nails scratching down his back had him whimpering into your mouth, where you swallowed the sounds greedily. 

Toji fumbled in the dark with you still clinging onto him as he ventured to the bedroom. You loosened his belt enough to shove his jeans down till you could see the trimmed dark patch of hair at his base and left him like that. Tease. 

Toji loomed over your splayed out body on the bed, one knee between yours, both hands braced by your head. Love and lust pooled in his green eyes. You waited, naked and dripping, until he made that face when he was about to be really sweet. 

“Y/n, the longer I'm away from you, the more of you I want.” He said in a hushed tone. And that was all it took to re-establish the maddening give and take that was your marriage. 

“Apologise and I'll let you have it.” 

Toji settled his massive frame between your thighs, chin propped on your mound, eyes pleading despite his hands spreading you wider. 

You rolled your hip ever so slightly, Toji wasted no time giving you one long, precise lick from hole to clit. 

“Fuck!!”

He spent the next 15 minutes using his perfect tongue and three thick fingers begging to get his cock inside you. Toji wasn't verbal when he had you like this, too focused on how much he could bully your G-spot to make you shake. 

He slapped your cunt a few times, reddening the delicate skin of your folds making you scream and struggled to get out of his hold. Toji wrestled you further up the bed, ankles folded by your ears. He angled your hips just so to get his fingers working open that spot he loved to bury his tip in while his mouth tortured your clit. 

That combination had you breaking out in a sweat “Daddy, please! Please don't stop!” 

He drew back enough to spit on your already soaked pussy to say, “You’re such a whiny mess, showin’ daddy how much you missed him.”

The way you were fluttering around his fingers ratted out how close you were. Your pussy told him you had ten more strokes before your body would give out. 

He decided to treat her with a slow tongue fucking, nose brushing your clit from the underside while his hands pinched and rolled your nipples in tandem. Electricity volleyed back and forth between your breasts and your clit. The groans you let out were obscene.

You were fully saturated in the hot white pleasure he drowned you in. His voice was rough when he said, “That's it, princess, cum to your senses.”

The pressure in your hips surged, and a high and desperate “Toji!” escaped before your orgasm hit you like lightning. 

You were lost in the waves of it, your ears were ringing, hands clutching weakly at his big head still buried between your cunt.

Toji was lapping you up through the aftershocks, spitting the mess back onto your folds just to swallow it down in a nasty show of possessiveness. 

God you loved him so much. 

When he had his fill, he crawled up your body, towering above you to appreciate his handy work.  

Tears blurred your vision, but that didn't stop you from slurring “Wan’ more” and writhing up into his touch. 

“Greedy little slut.” he chided before licking up the tears on your cheek. 

“Mm, lemme ride your face.” 

Tempting, however, his neglected cock had other plans. 

“After, wanna feel you strangle my cock first.”

“Doggy” 

You didn't wait for him to agree; you simply hauled your spent body into a comfortable enough position. Your face was smushed into the pillow, back arched perfectly, while you spread your pussy open and waited for him to soothe a year's worth of ache.  

He moaned deep from his belly, then a harsh little, “Dangerous.” 

The slick sound of skin working over skin filled the room. If you had the strength, you'd turn your head to watch him pump his massive length. That perfectly sculpted weapon of destruction with thick veins that you loved to kitten lick and choke on. Toji slapped your ass with it. The heavy thwack against your skin made you shudder. “Missed you”, he murmured. 

You gave him that beautiful little sigh when he slipped the tip in with ease, which deepened into a ravenous moan when his tip continued in, splitting you wide open on his impossible girth. 

“S’tight,” he muttered, feeding you the rest of his inches. Your whole body was trembling by the time he was fully seated. You both moaned when he notched perfectly into that sweet spot deep inside, full balls brushing against your still oversensitive clit. Toji pulsed once, heavy and promising. You were already desperately drooling for it. 

He pulled out slowly, revelling in just how tight you still were, how glossy you made his cock just from that one stroke alone. 

He could be selfish. Just smother you with his weight and rut you like he wanted. But you did try to divorce him. As a man with a vindictive ego, he would make sure future you remembered why that was a stupid move to try again. 

No, he would be patient. Spend the next three days taking you apart in the house that he built for his family. 

Toji pulled you up by your hair until you were close enough to be manhandled into a headlock. Your face was squished between his bicep and forearm while the other hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. 

He peppered kisses across your cheeks, breath hot against the shell of your ear. 

“Gonna breed you”, he whispered menacingly, “Give you a boy with my face and your eyes.”