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you don’t answer with words. you just run the last few steps and crash into him, letting him catch you like he always does. one thick arm wraps around your waist and the other slides up your spine until his palm cups the back of your neck.

the outlaw smells like gun-oil, leather and smoke as usual. you bury your face against his throat just enough to breathe him in.

“missed you,” you mumble into his warm skin.

toji hums, low and rough, “know ya did, girl. c’mere.”

he walks you backward into the barn without letting go until the golden light fades behind stacks of old hay. there’s a blanket already spread out on the dirt floor from your previous secret meeting and he lowers himself onto it, dragging you into his lap like you weigh nothing at all.

you settle instantly, knees bracketing his thighs with your petticoats pooling around you both. his hands find your waist and his thumbs stroke over the curve like he’s memorizing it.

you start talking before you can stop yourself. just the way you always do when you finally get him alone.

“pa had three different ranchers in the parlor today arguing about water rights again and mrs. caldwell brought that awful lemon cake nobody likes and and and! oh, lord help me—tommy grayson tried to talk to my father about marrying me for the fourth time this month and i swear i almost threw my teacup at him—”

toji just listens.

he always listens with those green eyes half-lidded, scar at the corner of his mouth twitching whenever you say something that makes you giggle. one of his hands slides up your back, slow and soothing while the other stays possessive on your hip.

he lets you ramble until your words slow and your cheek is pressed to his shoulder, fingers toying idly with the collar of his faded black shirt.

that’s when you notice the hat. it’s pushed back on his head now, revealing the dark hair that’s always a little too long and a little too wild. you’ve never touched the stetson before. never really dared to.

it’s as much a part of him as the twin revolvers he wears low on his hips, as the wanted posters tacked up in every sheriff’s office.

curiosity gets the better of you and you reach up a tentative hand, lifting the stetson off his head.

toji goes very still beneath you. you don’t notice at first. you’re too busy settling the hat on your own head, the brim flopping over your eyes because it’s just so comically large on you.

you laugh softly and push it back so you can see. you twirl a little finger beneath the edge like you’ve seen those girls in saloons do.

“how do i look?” you ask in a playful and innocent tone.

the sound the dark-haired man makes is closer to a growl than a laugh and you freeze at that.

toji’s hands clamp down on your hips hard enough that you gasp at the sudden switch. his eyes have gone dark, pupils blown wide and when he speaks his voice is low, “do y’know what it means when a woman takes ‘nd wears a man’s hat like that, girl?”

you shake your head, honest and wide-eyed. the hat tips further with the motion.

the outlaw leans in until his lips brush the shell of your ear, “means she’s fixin’ to ride him.”

heat floods your cheeks so fast you feel dizzy. you flutter your lashes quickly as embarrassment fills every corner of your body. you’re unaware that it’s an exaggerated example of what the move actually means.

toji simply wanted to tease you, to make it seem like you’ve done something extremely sinful.

“toji—”

“means she’s sayin’ she wants this big, bad outlaw to bend her over and ruin her right where anyone could walk in,” toji continues with a wicked glint in his eyes, enjoying every little change in your facial expressions.

his palms slide down, cupping your ass through layers of cotton and lace, dragging you forward until you feel exactly how hard he already is, “that what you’re tellin’ me, sugar? with my hat on your pretty little head?”

“i didn’t know,” you whisper, but your hips roll on instinct to chase the friction and the lie dies in your throat. you instinctively start to lift the hat off, “here, you can—”

toji’s veiny hands stop you, keeping the stetson exactly where it is. “leave it,” he commands with a slow grin tugging at the corner of his scarred mouth, “wanna see it bouncin’ on y’r pretty little head while you ride me.”

you swallow. the loft feels smaller all of a sudden, the air thicker. he shifts beneath you—just enough that you feel him, hard and familiar against the inside of your thigh.

toji brushes a thumb across your lower lip. “you been talkin’ all sweet about pie and schoolmarms while sittin’ in my lap wearin’ my hat. you tryin’ to kill me?”

“no,” you whisper, but your hips keep on grinding against that swollen bulge in his trousers.

he makes a low amused sound in his throat and tugs the laces at the back of your dress loose with one hand. the fabric parts and cool air kisses your shoulders before brushing the tops of your breasts.

you aren’t wearing a corset tonight—hadn’t bothered as you know where you were headed—and the realization made his eyes darken further.

“look at you,” toji murmurs, his voice a rough drawl that sends shivers racing down your spine. his calloused fingers trace the edge of your chemise, dipping just low enough to graze the swell of your breasts.

“all dolled up for me, but skippin’ the frills underneath. you plannin’ this, sugar? comin’ out here with nothin’ but thin cotton between you and trouble?”

you shake your head, but the denial feels weak even to you. heat pools low in your belly as he peels the dress down your arms to expose your chemise. the thin white fabric clings to your skin, your nipples already peaking against it from the chill. or maybe from the way his gaze devours you, like you’re something pure he’s about to shatter.

toji’s hands are huge and dwarf your waist as he lifts you just enough to bunch your skirts higher, his thumbs pressing into the soft give of your thighs.

you’re so much smaller than him. always have been. his broad shoulders and thick arms make you feel like a fragile doll in his grasp. he likes that, you know he does. likes reminding you of it with every touch, every time he manhandles you into place.

“goddamn, y’re small compared to me,” toji growls, one hand pushing parts of the chemise down and out of the way.

your breasts spill free and he wastes no time cupping them, his palms rough and warm against your sensitive skin. his thumbs circle your nipples, teasing them into hard peaks that have you arching into his touch with a whimper.

“these tits of yrs fit right in my hands. bet no one’s ever touched ‘em like this before me, huh? not that prissy tommy grayson or any of those ranch boys sniffin’ around your daddy’s parlor.”

you bite your lip and shake your head again. you know how possessive he gets, can see the dark glint in his eyes hinting at it, “n-no. only you.”

“mm yeahh, as it should be,” his scar twists with his smirk as he pinches one nipple, rolling it between his fingers until you gasp and tears prickle at the corners of your eyes from the sharp pleasure and pain.

toji leans in and his breath is hot against your skin before he takes the other into his mouth. his tongue swirls around it and he sucks hard enough to make your hips buck against him involuntarily.

the friction of his trousers against your bloomers sends sparks shooting through you and you grind down harder, chasing it. toji groans around your breast and the vibration makes you whine.

he switches sides, lavishing the same attention on the other, his free hand kneading the one his mouth just left. your fingers tangle in his dark hair to hold him there as your body trembles uncontrollably.

your boyfriend pulls back with a wet pop, his lips glistening. “cryin’ already? we haven’t even started, doll,” his thumb wipes at the tear that’s escaped down your cheek and he brings it to his mouth, sucking it clean with a hum, “tastes sweet, jus’ like you.”

your heart hammers in your chest as he reaches between you, his knuckles brushing your inner thigh through the thin fabric. “s-sensitive,” you shiver at the slightest of contact between your thighs.

toji hums and hooks a finger under the edge of your bloomers before tugging them down, exposing your pussy to the cool air. you’re already slick, embarrassingly so, and he chuckles darkly when he feels it.

“look at this pretty little cunt—all wet for me,” he coos as two thick fingers part your folds. you keen as he circles your entrance, gathering your arousal. he whistles as he mumbles to himself, “wheww, how the hell do ya even take me in this tight hole. . .”

“toji, please,” you beg, your voice breathy and needy. the hat tilts on your head as you rock against his hand to show your desperation.

the dark-haired man slides one thick finger inside you, slow and deliberate, curling it to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. you’re so tight around just that one digit, it’s driving him crazy. he adds a second before scissoring them to prepare you for the real thing.

the stretch burns a little, but it’s the good kind—the kind that has you clenching and moaning. two of those calloused and meaty fingers are enough to fill you just right.

“that’s it. open up for me,” his free hand grips your hip, guiding your movements as you ride his fingers, “need ya all nice and ready ‘cause y’re gonna ride me reaaal good, yeah?”

toji works you like that for what feels like forever, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing firm circles until you’re teetering on the edge. just when you’re about to tumble over, he pulls his hand away and leaves you aching.

“ah, toji!” you whine, tears spilling freely now that you’re denied your much needed orgasm.

your boyfriend simply grins at your needy little noises. his hand trails down, unbuckling his belt with slick fingers, “patience, little girl. you’ll get what ya need.”

his cock springs free with a soft smack against his lower abdomen. it’s thick and heavy, the tip already leaking pearly cum. it’s girthy with veins bulging along the length, the head flushed an angry red.

it’s thick enough that your fingers can’t fully wrap around it. compared to your petite frame, it looks like it shouldn’t fit, but it somehow always does. which never fails to leave you sore and satisfied.

toji strokes himself lazily while simultaneously smearing your glistening wetness along his shaft. “now c’mon ‘nd ride this cock.”

you nod eagerly and lift yourself on shaky knees. he helps position you, one hand steadying his cock at your pussy while the other holds your waist. the bulbous head nudges against your warm folds before you sink down slowly, gasping at the stretch.

it burns like it always does at first. your walls flutter around him like they can’t decide whether to pull him deeper or push him out.

“oh god—too big,” you whimper as your nails dig into his shoulders. tears stream down your face, but you don’t stop. inch by maddening inch, you take him whilst your body trembles with the effort.

toji’s jaw clenches and his grip turns nearly bruising on your waist. “fuckk, y’re tight. like a goddamn virgin no matter how many times i stretch this hole loose,” he watches where you’re joined with his eyes hooded, “look at you, takin’ it like a good girl. cry all you want—just makes me harder.”

when you’re halfway down, you pause. your breathing is ragged as you take a moment to accommodate.

his throbbing dick fills you so completely, the pressure bordering on too much. however toji doesn’t let you stall. his hands pull you down further by your middle, impaling you until your ass meets his thighs and he’s buried to the hilt.

“there we go,” he rasps and his head falls back against the hay, “all of me inside this lil’ snatch. feels like heaven, don’t it?”

“y-yes, oh—mmh,” you shiver at the feeling, body trembling a little. your hands seek stability on his broad shoulders and your nails dig into the leather of his vest.

your walls flutter around him as they adjust to his impressive size. to say that he’s just well-endowed is an understatement.

toji groans and his hips twitch up involuntarily when he feels your pussy squeeze him, making you yelp.

“ride me, sugar,” he commands, his voice low and filthy, “bounce on this cock like ye mean it. show me what my girl can do.”

you start off slow, lifting yourself up before sinking back down. the slide is exquisite with his dick dragging against every sweet spot inside you. toji’s large hands roam around in the meantime—squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling on your hips to help you find a rhythm.

“faster,” he growls and his scar pulling taut as he bares his teeth slightly, “chop chop. ride me like the cowgirl i know ye are.”

“mmmh—tryin’,” you pant, ass jiggling with each downward thrust.

you can barely keep up and you’ve just started. it feels that good—even if it’s wrong to be together with a criminal like this. but you can’t think about that right now.

you pick up the pace, your breaths coming in pants as you slam down harder. the hat bounces with each movement, just like toji wanted, and he watches it with a predatory gleam. it’s addictive to see you wear a part of him while you’re engaged in such lewd intimacy.

it only intensifies the sin you’re committing.

your breasts jiggle in time with your hips and he can’t resist leaning forward to capture one in his mouth again, sucking and biting until you’re sobbing.

“ohhnn—too much,” you cry, but your body betrays you by grinding down to take him deeper. the stetson slips forward and shadows your face, but he tilts it back with a finger under the brim, wanting to see every expression.

every tiny change in it.

“too much? nah, ye can take it,” toji thrusts up to meet you, the impact jarring a fresh wave of tears from your eyes, “look at those pretty tears. cryin’ ‘cause my cock feels so good, huh? poor thing.”

his words send a thrill through you, the realisation kicking in that he gets off on seeing you like this.

you’re the mayor’s daughter, all prim and proper in town, but here? here you’re his. all wanton and wrecked, riding a wanted man in an abandoned barn where anyone can stumble in.

“what would y’r daddy say if he saw ye now?” toji taunts even further, his hands guiding your hips in a brutal up-and-down rhythm, “his sweet girl bouncin’ on an outlaw’s dick, wearin’ his hat like a badge. begging for more.”

“don’t—don't say that,” you gasp, but the filthy words only makes you clench tighter around him.

your secret lover laughs, rough and breathless. “truth hurts, sugar. but ye love it. love ridin’ this cock like one of ‘em saloon whores.”

the barn fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans mixing with his grunts. sweat slicks your shiny skin, making everything slippery and hot.

toji’s thumbs dig into your thighs before spreading you wider to he watch himself disappear inside you over and over.

“shittt, y’re swallowing me whole,” he mutters, his voice deepening with need, “so fuckin’ tight—gonna ruin you for anyone else. no one but me gets this pussy.”

"yes, yes, yes—only you," you babble, too lost in the pleasure. your hips and thighs burn from the effort, but you don’t slow down. the coil in your belly tightens and only winds higher with each thrust, “nnghh, it’s too deep!”

toji laughs, low and filthy, one hand sliding between you to rub circles over your clit. “that’s the whole point, doll. gotta ruin ye proper, make sure you feel me for days,” he licks his lips, fingers flicking the bundle of nerves to hear those pretty moans louder.

“every time ye sit that ass down at yer papa’s dinner table, you’ll remember this—my cock reshapin’ your insides,” he adds with a dangerous glint his jade eyes.

it’s a nasty thought, but you can’t help but imagine it; imagine the way you’ll sneak back home after this, an innocent smile on your face as you converse with your oblivious parents, acting like you haven’t been riding an outlaw just hours ago.

and the evidence of the secret tryst that only you are aware of, is your cunt that’s filled to the brim with his semen.

“not fair,” you moan and shiver, pussy spasming at the idea.

your body then moves on instinct, driven by the fire toji’s ignited in you. a fire that’s burning away every last shred of your innocence. each rise and fall on his cock sends waves of pleasure crashing through you. it’s almost too much.

sharp pain shoots through your spine as you feel the fat tip prod at your cervix, more tears spilling down your cheeks. it hurts, but it hurts good.

“that’s got ya all hot ‘n bothered, hm?” toji murmurs against your skin, thrusting up hard to meet your descent, “nasty girl.”

toji’s hands roam possessively over you, one splayed across your lower back to guide your rhythm whilst the other kneads your breast with rough tenderness. his thumb flicks repeatedly over your nipple in time with your bounces, making you whimper and clench tighter around him.

“look at you,” toji growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through his chest and into yours, “tiny little thing, takin’ all of me like ye were born for it. that tight pussy's grippin’ me so hard—feels like y’re trying’ to milk me dry already."

you’re so small compared to him. your body is easily dwarfed by his larger frame and it only heightens the thrill for the outlaw. he could break you if he wanted. easily so. but instead, he’s unraveling you thread by thread, corrupting the mayor’s precious daughter into his willing plaything.

your father would faint and never wake up if he knew that his daughter is fooling around with the man he loathes—the man he’s been trying to catch and put under the guillotine.

tears well up in your eyes again as the pressure builds, your entire body burning from the effort, but you can’t stop. no, you won’t stop.

“tojiii, i—it’s building. can feel it,” you gasp and your nails rake down his long-sleeved shirt, leaving faint trails on the fabric. your hips grind down harder to chase that sweet friction against your clit where it rubs against his pelvis.

“oh yeah? gonna come for me, sugar?” toji’s hand slides down to your parted and slick pussy lips, his thumb finding your swollen clit again before circling it with merciless precision.

the added stimulation makes your eyes roll back into your head and your rhythm falter as ecstasy coils tighter in your core. your lover hisses, “mhmmm—show me how much ya can cream all over my cock.”

his encouragement are going to be your undoing. the filthy praise laced with that possessive edge, reminding you once more just how taboo this is.

you’re not supposed to be here, straddling a dangerous criminal in a hay-strewn barn. but god, it feels right. the corruption of your once pure and proper mind and soul sinks deeper, twisting your innocence into something dark and needy.

“ah, fnghhh! tojiii—” you sob his name uncontrollably, your body tensing as the orgasm hits hard. real hard.

it starts in your toes, curling them against the blanket before racing up your legs in shuddering waves. your pussy clamps down around his thick cock in rhythmic pulses, squeezing his massive length like a vice.

“oh nonono, am coming!” you wail and the sound echoes off the barn walls, raw and unrestrained. tears stream freely down your cheeks now, hot and salty, blurring the sight of his scarred face twisted in dark satisfaction.

every muscle in your body seizes and your back arches as ecstasy rips through you. your hips buck wildly, grinding down to take his twitching dick in deeper, the friction on your clit prolonging the bliss until you’re gushing all over his lap.

your cries turn to broken whimpers, your small frame trembling against his much larger one as you lean against his chest.

toji watches it all with dark and hungry eyes, his grip on your hips bruising as he thrusts up into your spasming pussy even after you came. “fuuuckk—yes,” he groans as his rhythm falters, “that was so fuckin’ hot. y’re gonna make me fill this greedy cunt up soon.”

the dark-haired man wraps his arms around your trembling body. he holds you tight to his chest before he starts pounding up into your dripping cunt. your juices splatters everywhere with each thrust, coating his dick and lap with it.

“fuckfuckfuck,” toji groans and bites down onto your shoulder, fangs digging into the skin but not hard enough to break it. his balls sway and smack against your ass with quick plops, tightening as his orgasm washes over him.

“oh shit, gonna cum so fuckin’ deep. get it all up in ya till you feel it in y’r belly—”

the outlaw follows you over the edge a moment later. his control shatters as your pussy milks him relentlessly. with a guttural grunt that vibrates through your body, he slams up one final time and buries himself to the hilt.

you feel him swell impossibly thicker inside you and then the warmth floods in—hot, thick ropes of cum painting your insides in white-ish color. his cock pulses in heavy spurts, each one making you gasp as it fills you deep within, the sensation dragging out your own orgasm in endless aftershocks.

“mmmh, don’t waste a drop, doll,” toji rasps and his veiny hands pull you down flush against him, holding your ass flush against his upper thighs as he empties himself, “ya feel that? tha’s me ruinin’ this lil’ pristine cunt for good.”

his words are punctuated by shallow thrusts to grind his cum deeper. his massive body cages yours to keep you plugged up, his release overflowing and trickling down your thighs in sticky trails.

you relax against his chest. you’re boneless and spent, your tears soaking into his shirt as the last waves of pleasure ebb. the hat has already slipped askew, but toji reaches up with a gentle hand to adjust it.

the outlaw’s thumb wipes away a stray tear as he looks down at your blissed out expression. “real pretty,” he mumbles gruffly, tone laced with satisfaction.

toji’s chest rises and falls slow beneath your cheek. he hasn’t pulled out yet. he never does right away. he likes keeping you stuffed full of him, likes the way your little body keeps fluttering around his spent cock like it’s still begging for more even when you’re too wrecked to speak.

his big hand slides up your spine in a slow drag, calloused palm catching on the damp cotton of your chemise where it’s bunched around your waist. when he reaches your nape he cups it, thumb stroking the fine hairs there, gentle in a way nobody in town would ever believe toji zenin capable of.

“easy, sugar,” he murmurs, voice gravel-rough but soft, “jus’ breathe for me.”

you do as told, face still pressed to the crook of his neck. you can taste the salt of your own tears and the faint gunpowder that always clings to his skin. he smells like sin and safety all at once and it makes your spent body tremble.

he shifts, just enough to ease the strain on your thighs and then reaches blindly for the canteen he left propped against a hay bale earlier. the metal is cool when he presses it to your glossy lips.

“drink.”

you try to lift your head, but the stetson is still perched crooked on your hair and it flops forward which makes you huff a watery laugh. toji’s scarred mouth twitches. he tips the brim back with one finger and holds the canteen steady with his other hand while you swallow.

cool water spills over your chin and he wipes it away with his thumb before licking the droplet off in a way that has you watching his tongue intently.

when you’ve had enough he caps it and sets it aside. toji wraps both arms around you again. one hand splays wide between your shoulder blades and the other cups your bottom, keeping you snug in his lap so nothing leaks out. not yet.

he’s greedy like that.

your thighs are trembling, muscles jumping from the strain of riding him so hard. of course he notices and he starts kneading them slow, working the ache out with the patient strength. every press of his fingers draws a soft, broken sound from your throat.

“poor lil’ thing,” he rumbles against your temple, “rode me like your life depended on it, didn’t ya?”

“oh, shut up,” you let out a small noise and bury your face between his pecs, hiding your embarrassment from him.

toji grins smugly and pats your ass twice for good measure, “don’t worry, i won’t tell the townsfolk about how good their sweet lil’ girl is at ridin’ something else than hors—”

“tojiiii—stop it!”