overture ; toji, the zenin family's most useless son. what happens when a pretty thing like you stumbles across his bedroom after attempting to find solace from your soon-to-be-husband?
duet ; nobleman!zenin toji x f!reader
tempo ; explicit content , non-canon compliant, victorian nobility au, period-typical misogyny, mentions of familial death, virgin+innocent darling, toji being a pervert, corruption kink, breeding, pussydrunk toji, age gap (20 v. 31), oral (fem-receiving), fingering, grinding, teasing, unprotected p in v, arranged marriages and affairs (darling is cheating on naoya, so itâs justified), not proofread
letter from the phantom ; a little bit of a⊠âtime pieceâ for the opera house, if you will just to fit the theme.
A lady must always walk three steps behind their husband, lest they wish to be stabbed in the back.
At least thatâs what your soon-to-be-husband would snicker to you, and he has plenty of times over some lukewarm tea it was more like water with a whisper of earl grey.
You despised the man. Loathed him, even. His blonde hair was akin to slithers of mustard dipped just barely in an inkpot, and he often reeked of the most foul cologne your nose has ever had the misfortune of sniffing. Your potential-man of fiancĂ© was the most sorry excuse of a noble youâve met, and youâd been introduced to plenty in your twenty years of living.
It had been a hard, losing battle with your father. It was at his insistence you marry into the Zenin Family, something about how it was a necessary cost to assure a bright future for the company. You couldnât have given a damn about some stupid bank or trust or whatever the hell it is your family ownsâyouâd rather be buried alive and burnt to a crisp in the Earthâs core than spend another minute with that man-thing.
Naoya is crude, foul-mouthed and incredibly ill-mannered. You dare compare him to a baby, only able to make noise and say absolutely nothing of value. You don't understand anything he says, you just know that none of it is the sweetness you've been taught to uphold by your governess or your mother.
Oh, your mother... she never wanted this for you, but she was just as powerless as you were against your father.
Now, you're stuck in this stuffy party, hiding behind an embroidered fan of your favourite colour, dying to find some fresh air and to get out of this dreaded corset. The bodice was so tight, you couldnât bear to take a nibble a single macaron that yearned so dearly for!
Naoya was prattling on about some tryst he witnessed in front of a boutique, how a lady was âfussing over nothingâ when she noticed a large manhole uncovered on the street. Apparently, she should understand that workers are not idiotic enough to fall into such things. Only a woman would make a mistake like that, of courseâŠ
â-and so, I told her to get on with her day! Women have no right to comment on the work of men anywaysânot like theyâve worked a day in their life!â your betrothed cackles, his champagne flute sloshing with the golden bubbles.
He pays no mind to you, doesnât even notice when you slip away. He doesnât careânot when there are pretty, shiny, new, and busty things crowding around him.
Ever curious, you find yourself tracing the intricate trims that line the walls of the ballroom, finding yourself out in the grandiose lobby of the Zenin Estate. Deep ebony and rich, blood-like velvet decorate the olden halls, hiding plenty of secrets of the family home. There are surely things to discover, things to play with, and thereâs not a soul in sight to stop you.
Your lace-covered fingers poke and prod at whatever you find pretty or interesting, revealing portraits of beloved sons and nephewsânot a woman in sight save for two little twins, who you hope to meet one day. It seemed like a common thing here to disregard the women, but there was one mystery you didnât know how to solveâŠ
A painting, hidden in the eastern-most wing of the estate. Itâs the most rundown of the home, with cobwebs and critters running amuck and creaky floorboards. Candles flicker and curtains sway, as if a second wind follows your every step, but the paintingâŠ
You had to pull back a cloth, dust flying as you cough and choke on the little particles. The reveal was⊠saddening.
A mother, a father, and two sons. The husband stood tall and proud, straight as a board in his tailored suit. His eldest son stood with him, just as straight-faced and unamused. The wife was elegant, almost ethereal, as she sat up in her seat with the youngest in her lap.
But his face was marred, the canvas torn to leave him outâlike he was some kind of stain.
It was obvious he was no Naoya, who was considered the pride of this familyâHis fate will be sealed when you marry, when he proves he can bring an heir that will be as strong as him and assure that a woman like you can be kept demure and obedient. This boy, who may very well be dead, was erased for a reason.
You donât think much of it. No need to dwell on family matters anymore, for you will live your life simply to warm a bed and nothing more, nothing less.
Your feet lead you to the nearest double-doors, brushing the mystery away in favour of a new adventure.
It was unlocked, free to whomever you assume, but inside seemed incredibly⊠lived-in.
Maximalist in style, a makeshift bed of sorts is made of mismatched pillows and fur blankets. Candelabras are lit with wax clumsily spilling over in amber heaps on tables and an aged grand piano, a fireplace crackles weakly, and half-finished music scores litter the floor. Tucked into the corner, far from any moonlight, is a bed fitted with satin and a withered canopy which barely is held together at the bottom. The lines not accompanied by a window are lined with bookshelves dusted in a thin layer of time.
Your heart was racingâthis is clearly someoneâs room. A poet, perhaps? A jester? An at-home pianist? You snoop around, gazing at the sheets on the pianoâs music stand. The music is barely legible, even to your trained eyes. Before you could attempt to lay a finger on a key, a voice throws you back into the world.
âA little bride found her way to my room, hm? Shouldnât you be at a party, lover?â
Your brows pinch together as you snap your gaze to the door. The manâs voice is a low, husky baritone, making you shift uncomfortably⊠something was wrong with your stomachâŠ! And it got worse just by looking at him!
Gunmetal-blue eyes look into yours expectantly. Heâs tall and muscular, his frame filling the left side of the doorway. The poetâs shirt he wore is undone, revealing the scarred expanse of his upper chest, and his trousers fit snugly around toned thighs. He looked good enough to- No! Youâre about to be marriedâŠ!
But heâs quite handsome⊠ink-like hair, tousled and tickling behind his ear, fitted with a scar on the right of his lip⊠handsome indeed.
With a raised brow and a knowing smirk, he held in his hand a bottle of wine and a plate of charcuterie in the other.
âDo you intend to speak or will you keep staringâŠ?â the mystery man chuckles, stepping forward after toeing off his boots. âOr do you want a nibble before I kick you out? I wonât judgeânobles rarely let women like you eat these days.â
Heâs bigger up close, standing just a few feet away from you at the piano. The ravenette leans forward, his shaggy bangs curtaining his chiseled face. âI donât bite, little dove. This old dog canât hunt anymore.â
You step back a little, wary of this stranger.
âSorry- sorryâŠâ you stammer out, intimidated by the hulking size of him. âI-I was just exploring. I didnât mean to intrude.â
He snorts. âNot intruding if youâre going to become the lady of the estate. It isnât like I get guests anyways, but weâre bound to meet at some point with how things are here.â
The man sets the wine and plate down on the bench, bowing lazily right after.
âToji Zenin. Nice to finally meet the little princess of the [L/N] Family,â he introduces himself, a sluggish grin on his face.
But he was supposed to be dead?
Youâve heard the storiesâa rough fight with his father ended up with him thrown down a well, all because he had no interest in upholding the familyâs values and futures. The press had claimed him dead, just like the rest of them. His mother died of heartbreak, his father died of shame. His brother? He âdied too soonâ, according to the gravestone. Thatâs why it was Naoyaâs right.
But here he isâToji Zeninâbreathing the same air as you.
âYeah. Thatâs me,â he grunts, standing up straight. âEat, then leave⊠Iâm sure weâll meet when-â
Toji sighs, turning his back to you after snatching the wine off the bench and plopping himself into the mess of pillows and furs.
âNo. Iâm actually a ghost,â he sighs, popping the cork out with ease. âA ghost that knows how to climb very well.â
You grow curiouser and curiouserâenough to find yourself sitting with him amongst the plush and the stolen wineâŠ
â-and my mother didnât die of heartbreak because of my death, but because of my father, so donât let that brat Naoya oink poison into those pretty ears of yours. Iâm perfectly capable of leading whatever rat company we own, I just didnât care for it,â Toji sighs, his head resting in his palm as he watches you poke at a grape. âMy mother loved music more than anything⊠and I loved her, so I chose that instead. Father hated it, chose my brother instead before he died too.â
âSo you chose your happiness over the company?â
âYou understand, hm, little bride?â the older man chuckles, taking a slice of salami for himself. âHad I known Iâd be betrothed to a little treasure like you, Iâd be more inclined to take up the company, but⊠Itâs a little late, isnât it?â
Your heart pounds. Being married to a man like him doesnât seem bad, especially now that you know he doesnât share the same ideals as the rest of the men in this family.
And heâs quite handsomeâŠ
âHas he shown you his, uhm⊠bedroom talents?â Toji snorts, recalling the times heâs heard paid women storm out on Naoya because he was just that awful in bed.
âSuch things will be saved-â
âFor after, eh? Figures. You were raised to be a perfect one,â he hums, eyes locked on yours when he cuts you off. He knew youâre a virgin, he just wanted to hear you say it. âNot even a kiss?â
You grow embarrassed. Are you really that predictable? He notices your knit brows and comforts you with a gentle caress.
âAhh, donât pout. Nothing wrong with that,â he chuckles, leaning in a little more to whisper lowly.
âHow about a little lesson, yeah?â
Toji always hated corsets. They were a pain to get off of a lady in the heat of the moment, so he was always a firm believer that they should stay on the ground or in a bin to be forgotten, and thatâs exactly what has happened here.
Your breath is hot against his collarbone as he kisses at your hairline, his bulge grinding against your bare folds. You had been stripped completely naked save for the lacy thigh-highs that clung to youâperhaps his favourite part of ladyâs wear. You were cuter like this, in his arms and grinding on his cock mere days before your wedding ceremony.
âT-Toji, I canâtâ!â you cry out, the canopies swaying gently as he ruts against you.
âIf a little petting gets you so heated, I can only imagine how youâll sound with a cock inside you,â your evening lover chuckles, calloused fingers threading into the back of your hair so youâll meet his warm gaze. âYouâll look for this everywhere when Iâm done with you, little dove.â
You whimper at his teasing, fingers clutching tight at his broad shoulders as he slowly drags his hips against your ass. His shirt was long gone, the scarred flesh of his chest visible to you in the candlelight.
âDonât stop-â you whimper, feeling your stomach knot and toes curl as your legs wrap around his waist.
âNo? Well, if the little bride is demanding suchâŠâ Toji grins devilishly, kissing you feverishlyâclumsily. âWho am I to deny?â
He kisses you as if a god had willed it, like it was his sole purpose. You canât help but get lost in his touch, to live in this fantasy that he is your husband and not that man-child. Toji is almost like the man you would pray for before bed, the prince you wish to be in your storiesâa romantic, an artist⊠a man who will provide and pamper.
Tojiâs breath is heavy and hot as he leans down to nip at your neck, one of his hands coming down to grope at your chest. Your perfume was intoxicating, the light layer of sweat balancing out the sweetness⊠he canât help himself, not when you open yourself to him so sweetly, so easily.
Naoya will never satisfy you.
Not when Tojiâs cock reaches depths you could only dream of, not when his hands so easily encompass your waist to aid his relentless pounding.
The echo of skin against skin creates a wonderful symphony, your voice being one he could only hear in dreams when heâd tirelessly compose song after song. He could do this forever if he couldâlive in your embrace until the day youâre whisked away.
Your puffy cunt creates a creamy ring around the base of his cock, the slick sounds of your fucking a steady rhythm as he messily entwines tongues with you. âSweet- hngh⊠and so- tightâ!â
Toji speaks between kisses, brows furrowing together as he loses himself in the velvet heat of your deflowered cunt. If heaven was real, then you must be the angel they sent to him. Itâs a shame heâs a man that is unable to resist temptation⊠he would have courted you proper had it not been for the inconvenient circumstances you both live.
But youâre both here now, and he will teach you everything he knows about pleasing a woman.
âYouâre mine,â Toji growls, baritone voice wavering slightly as he drives his cock in and out, grunting bits of his words between each pump. âYouâll come to me- when he- doesnât- satisfy.â
âAnd youâll let him hear- every fucking moan, and- grrgh, fuck- every-fffâhaah- every timeâŠ!â Toji sputters, feeling his release coming. His balls tighten as he nearly collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he pants and whines like a dog. âThis cuntâŠ! nggh, fuckâ!â
âP-please! I canâtâŠ!â you mewl pathetically, unable to stop the way your body clenches up and prepares for your climax. Toji feels like youâre trying to choke his cock, but he continues, powering through your tight, wet heat.
Thereâs not a damn thing in this world that could convince him to pull outânot when your little cunt is so hot and just begging for his seed.
The mess oozes out of you in milky globs when he finally unsheathes his fat cock from your hole, the sticky slit puffy from the ruthless pounding he gave it. Toji canât help but let out a breathless laugh at the sight.
Well, it seems like plans have changed.
âZenin, if you did anything to my daughter!â
The commotion in the parlour could be heard throughout the entire Zenin Family Estate. The daughter of the [L/N] Family had been missing since last nightâs soirĂ©e in honour of the two familyâs union. Unbeknownst to them, you were perfectly safe, swaddled up in velvet and a shirt from Tojiâs closet.
And if you speak of the devil, he shall arrive.
âEveryoneâs quite vibrant today,â the black sheep of the Zenin bloodline emerges, stepping into the parlour in a more elevated attireâone fitting for a noble gathering. Naoya scowled. It was unusual for his reclusive cousin to appear, especially so well kept.
âCousin⊠can we help you?â the young heir sneers. He figures Toji is off to go fuck another harlot and act like heâs high class.
âYes, actually,â Toji yawns, running a hand through his raven-black hair before throwing himself into an armchair. âIâll need a few papers.â
âFor what? Moving away? We have more pressing matters, you fucking baboonâ!â
âMy daughter is miss-â
âIâll need the deed under my name, so Iâll be having a lawyer meet with everyone as a family. Oh, and a wedding coordinator,â Toji hums, beckoning a maid over for a glass of wine. Naoya gawks at him, as if the fool had grown a second head.
âAre you an idiot? This estate will be-â
âMine. And my wifeâs, as my parentâs had intended,â Toji sniffles, rubbing his nose as he lounges. Your parents look around confusedâis this the Toji Zenin that died nearly a decade ago? Naoya scoffs at these insane statements.
âYouâve no wife, you fool-!â
âNo, youâve no wife,â Toji groans, tired of playing now. âNor fortune, nor dignity. Actually, just leave. Iâll settle this quietly with my lawyers, cousin. Now, may I speak to my in-laws privately?â
âI-in-laws!? What in the bloody hell are you prattling on about, Toji!?â Naoya grabs Tojiâs collar, pulling him up and facing his lazy smile head-on.
âNo prattling here. Just the truth, cousin,â Toji grins, knowing and triumphant over the intolerable brat.
âAfter all, Iâll have a child soon. Itâs only right I get to speak to their grandparents.â
