#touji x reader

"Turn around."

You do as he says and it's not a moment later that you feel his chest against your back, firm muscles and an all-encompassing warmth surrounding you. His breath fans across your neck, tickling the skin as he brushes chapped lips over you in a gentle kiss. "You're a piece of work, you know?"

You hum in agreement, closing your eyes and basking in his embrace. It's nice. The weight of his arm feels good around you, and the way his hand splays across your stomach to hold your body against his burns through your clothes, heating you up in all the best ways. It's amazing, if not a little scary — how comfortable you can be around someone so dangerous, how just being in his arms makes you forget about all your worries.

Most of them, anyway.

You stay like that for a few minutes, trying your best to just sink into his hold and drift off to sleep, but it's no use.

You sigh and call his name and he huffs like he was already expecting you to still be awake.

"Real piece of work."

"It's not my fault," you groan, yawning into your hand. It's almost laughable how your body is more than ready to fall asleep, but your mind is running a mile a minute, thinking of nothing and everything and all that rests between.

"Yeah, yeah," he utters. "Open your mouth."

Once again, you do as he says without question, just hope at the tip of your tongue that this plan of his will work. There's nothing special about the way his hand floats up your body. Two fingers slip past the seam of your lips to coat themselves in your spit. Your mouth feels a little dry, and the moment is a bit awkward since he's half asleep and still sluggish, but you make do. Saliva pools in your mouth and you lap at his fingertips until he pulls them out. His other arm weasels its way beneath your body, fingers hooking into your pajama trousers and underwear to pull them away, so his wet ones can slide in without hassle.

His fingers are coarse to the touch after a lifetime of labour, but they're heavenly on your body. It adds a certain roughness, makes every action feel a little more powerful and firm than the last, and he's nothing if not blessed with his hands and body.

He rubs slow circles over your clit, keeping your hips still with his other arm when you start squirming because of his motions. You can't help but whimper at the loss when his fingers dip down a bit to wade in your arousal, but your eyes roll back as soon as he returns. His wrist must be cramping in the tight confines, but he makes it work, fingers rolling over the bud a little more easily with your slick coating them.

"Come on, sweetheart," he drawls, voice husky with sleep. Each murmured syllable is low and rich; dark chocolate words rolling off his tongue steady like molasses, heady like the haze clouding your mind. His nose grazes along the crook of your neck to plant another dry kiss there. "Cum for me, yeah? You can do it. Nice and slow for me."

Just like he says, the build-up is nice and slow. Each circle drawn around your clit is another drop of ambrosia in the pit of your arousal, and it feels so good — so, so good — when he shifts his fingers a little to the right to press from a new angle and stars burst behind your eyelids. A broken whine escapes you as he fixates on that sensitive spot, breath tightening with a mewled ah, there, there, there and it isn't much longer that your release washes over you in calm, lulling waves; it's more akin to pouring warm honey than tides crashing at the shore, the slow, budding feeling of drowsiness making you focus solely on his fingers as he eases you down from your high.

Your mind feels light as a feather now, eyes staying closed as you gradually catch your breath. Your body an anchor, sinking into the clutches of sleep that you'd been aching the entire night for.

You try to call Touji, murmur a quick Love you, or even a thank you — you're not even sure which one to settle on, too tired to express your gratitude; your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, and you're not sure if the words come out slurred, if at all. You'll thank him properly in the morning if he's still here.

"You sleeping?" he asks, and you hum tiredly, shifting back into his warmth when he pulls his hand from your trousers. "Mm, fuck, wait."

You hum again, and he presses his hips closer so you can feel the firmness of his length through your clothes.

"Got me all—" he pauses to muffle a yawn into your shoulder before continuing "—all worked up."

Another hum. You feel him move around a little, hear the ruffle of bed sheets and his clothes before you feel his cock, a little heavier, a lot hotter poking against your lower back. You can't bring yourself to move when he pushes your trousers down, too. They don't go all the way, just far enough so that he can nudge his cock in between your thighs.

"Fuck," he groans when you squeeze your legs around him. Your body feels like lead, heavy and unmoving, and he's graphite, dragging his hips back and forth to enjoy the friction of your body around his cock. "So fucking good."

Your arousal trickles out of you as he pushes his length along your entrance, wetting the flushed skin of his cock before he lifts your leg atop his to create some space. His movements are lethargic, his mind wanting to slumber, his body craving your tight warmth, and he can't satisfy the former without obeying the latter.

He's not sure if you're even still awake, but you do let out a low groan when he pushes his cock into your sex. It's tight — you'll probably wake up to the consequence of little prep and be less than pleased, but he's too busy relishing the clench and heat around his length to care for that.

He savours the yearning hold of your walls when he pulls back slowly, and enjoys the quiet pap of his balls on the curve of your ass when he pushes back in. He's using up the final dredges of his stamina. There's another thrust, then he stays inside and rolls his hips against you, once, twice, just to see if you tighten around him. Then he thrusts again — or, he tries to. He's just so tired, though, and his movements feel lifeless, like he's nudging you with the tip of his cock and your body barely responds to his half-hearted efforts.

It isn't long before he's weakly spurting his cum into you. He's almost glad that you're too tired to comment — or too busy sleeping, he's still not sure — because he knows you would have made some snarky remark about him not lasting long. He can't bring himself to care about it when his cock softens inside you and the energy in his body completely depletes. He feels like a shell of a man yet he's never been fuller, left satiated but hollow from the fatigue. He hisses when you shift a little, your leg falling off of his, making you tighter around his length.

“Well, what do we have here?” A deep voice growled through the night.

“W-Who’s there!” You called out, the gravity of the situation finally settling in.

“A princess in distress,” The voice continued, wavering through the trees, circling around you as if it were moving. And it was, all around you. “It might just be my lucky day.”

You clutched your basket to your chest, trying your best to stop the shivers that went through your body along with your shaky hands. It was not the time to be nervous right now, you had a job to do. You were going to make it to your grandparent’s house in one piece, and nothing was going to stop you. Especially not some stupid—

“Wolf!”

You screamed as a body collided with yours at full impact. Your basket flew out of your hands, landing next to a nearby tree, thankfully unharmed. Your bodies tumbled together, eventually coming to a stop as you were pinned to the floor by heavy black paws. Wait- paws?

“What the fuck!” You screamed.

You whimpered as you made eye contact with the beast on top of you. Glowing red eyes stared into your soul and scanned every part of your body. He examined your body and everything that laid before him, emotion unreadable behind those crimson eyes. To say you were scared was an understatement, you were horrified!

You screamed as you wildly kicked, your feet making contact with a rock-solid chest covered in soft fur. It was hard to see with the tears springing in your eyes, so you screwed them shut, not wanting to let this animal get the satisfaction of seeing you down.

“Get off!”

You maneuvered your foot into the beast, raising your knees tightly to your chest before launching them into the animal's chin. The paws pinning you to the ground were suddenly gone as your ears detected a pained whine. Without wasting a second, you leaped to your feet, grabbed your basket, then took off into the green of the forest. Your heartbeat was in your ears as you raced past the trees and bushes, not knowing where you were going except away from the wolf that just tried to attack you. Really, you should be trying to find your grandparent's house, but that was the last thing on your mind right now. The first thing was surviving the night to live another day to even get to see your grandparents.

That’s when you heard it, the sound of growls and paws pounding behind you. Goddammit, why didn’t you bring a gun with you! Then this whole thing would’ve been over swift and easy! Deep down, you knew you’d never be able to kill an animal. Still, the thought of scaring it off with the weapon by waving it around was enough to encourage your fantasy on how to keep yourself safe.

“Help!” You screamed.

You continued to rush through the forest, branches hitting your cloak and nicking the exposed parts of your skin. It burned like a bitch, but it was currently the least of your worries. You were more concerned about the giant wolf that was chasing you. Hell, you didn’t even know wolves could get that big!

After what felt like hours of rushing into the woods you finally came to a stop, the sound of footprints no longer behind you. You hunched over and began to breathe heavily, taking in large greedy breaths as you recovered.

Damn, that was close. Way too close. You couldn’t believe what had happened. Where were you anyways? You definitely weren’t near your village. The area looked vaguely familiar, you think that your grandpa took you hunting in the area before, you didn’t know.

Bang, bang, bang!

Your hands went to your ears as you dropped to your knees onto the cold mushy surface of the forest. Shit, if there was a gunman after you now you had no idea what you were going to do.

“(Y/N)!”

Wait--that’s not just any man with a gun. You recognized that voice!

“Grandpa!” You yelled and threw yourself into his arms, tears beginning to form in your eyes as you clung to the man in front of you as if you were a baby koala attached to its mother. “Grandpa! We gotta go there’s a wolf!”

You tugged on his shirt, doing your best to gently nudge him forward. Deep down you knew that in his old age he wouldn’t be able to outrun a wolf, so getting him out of these woods safely was a top priority for you. If only you knew where you were going.

Your grandpa patted your head. “Don’t worry, (Y/N), the wolf won’t hurt you. But it’s still good to be cautious.”

Your mouth was opening and closing as if you were a fish out of water. Won’t hurt you… won’t hurt you?! Maybe it was a different wolf he was talking about, but that overgrown mutt practically tore you into pieces! You decided against telling him, not wanting him to worry then tell Grandma then your parents find out and you’re never allowed to go out alone ever again.

“C’mon now, let’s go home. Your Grandma has been worried sick.”

You made your way back to the house with your Grandpa, leaves crunching under your feet reminding you of the first time you came face to face with the beast. You tried your best not to flinch at every noise you passed or made, but it was hard.

Eventually you made your way back to the house, it was a small stereotypical cottage, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, all decorated with the same cheerful decor. The outside was decorated with warm colored plants and decorative vines, not a single one dead or wilting. There were also the blueberry bushes that sat outside near the door and a single patch of light that always made the place feel magical. Overall, the whole place was enchanting, and definitely one of your favorite reasons you visited your grandparents.

You walked through the door and bolted to the living room, excited to be out of the cold and into the warmth of the cottage. Your grandma was in the living room, rocking back and forth in her rocking chair as the stereo played soft music in the background, she hummed along until she saw you and stood up as fast as she could (which wasn’t very fast).

“(Y/N)! Where have you been darling, I’ve been worried sick!”

You scurried over to her and wrapped your arms around the aging woman, she returned your hug by doing the same. Her sweet sugary scent filled your nostrils as you inhaled deeply, finding it comforting after what you’ve been through.

“I’ve been through hell Grandma, I just wanna lay down, is that okay with you?”

“No!” She practically shouted. You were taken aback by her harsh tone. “We need to wrap those wounds after you bathe, honey. Go upstairs now, there’s a warm bath waiting for you. Well-- it’s probably cold now but you could always run more water.”

You nodded, trudging up the stairs as your grandparents stayed downstairs to discuss your situation.

After your bath you trudged to the guest room, put on your pajamas, and slept until sun cracked through the window.

You yawned as you got out of the bed, stumbling to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. Once that was done you got dressed.

“Morning Grandma!” You chimed as you happily bounced down the stairs.

“Morning, Starshine!”

You sat down in the chair across from her, relishing in her warmth.

“So, how’s university going, darling?” Your grandma sipped from the mug of tea she made, steam dancing out of the mug as she slurped. “Any special someone trying to take my grandbaby away from me?”

You shook your head. “No, not yet.”

“Don’t worry, deary, there’s going to be someone to sweep you off your feet one day. Oh boy, your parents should start preparing for that!”

You laughed, and your grandma laughed with you, her laughter causing you to relax and finally be comfortable.

“Nah, I don’t think there’ll be anyone anytime soon. I’m pretty caught up in my studies right now.”

“Whatever happened to that one fellow you had your eyes on?” She brought her hand to her chin as she looked up at the ceiling, trying her best to remember someone’s name.

“You mean that—"

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

You directed your attention to where that noise was coming from, your vision lining up with the window and seeing a person outside chopping wood.

“Who’s that G-ma?” You tilted your head, staring at the man through the window that was chopping wood, tight shirt defining his muscles and outlining his pecs.

“Oh, that’s just Toji Fushiguro. He’s a very nice man. You should go talk to him.” Your grandmother nudged your shoulder. “I’m sure he’d love to talk to you.”

You gulped as you continued to stare out the window. The man was tall. Dark hair swooping down the side of his face, complimenting his short black sleeve shirt that was quite form-fitting around his muscular arms and torso. He looked as if he was carved from stone by Aphrodite herself.

“A-are you sure? He looks quite….” You brought your fingers to your chin as you looked for words to describe the man. “intimidating.”

It was funny. You fought and escaped from a wolf the other day, but social interaction is what has you the most worried and shuffling your feet as if you were a little kid.

“Nonsense deary! Toji is a good man with a good heart. I’m sure you two will get along well!” Your grandmother reassured you.

Before you could respond, your grandmother stood up, her knees creaking as she grabbed your hand and shoved you towards the front door, babbling about how a little sun would be good for you and how talking would be even better.

“I don’t know about this Grandma, what if he doesn’t like me?” You tapped your fingers together.

“(Y/N), everyone adores you! I’m sure Toji will too,”

And with that she sent you out, swinging open the door and shoving her little darling back out into the big bad world. Except this time, you were right in her sight line as she watched you stumble up to the muscular man like a deer who had just learned to walk.

“U-um excuse me, Mr.Fushiguro?”

“Hm?” He placed his axe over his shoulder and turned around, looking for the source of the voice until he finally looked down to be met with a pair of beautiful (e/c) doe eyes.

“I’m (Grandma’s full name) granddaughter. It’s lovely to meet you!”

“Please darling, call me Toji,” A generous smile painted his features. “I’ve heard all about you from your grandmother, you’re a very special girl.”

First name basis already? Damn, this was moving fast and you barely even knew the guy!

“What’re you out here for, Toji?” You cock your head to the side curiously.

“Oh, just chopping some wood, doing the usual,” He shrugs nonchalantly.

There was something… off about his prescience. Yes, he seemed like a nice guy on the outside, but there was something under that piercing green gaze you couldn’t put your finger on. It bothered you to say the least, but you had no proof that he was anything other than a nice guy.

His eyes trailed up and down your body, his gaze steadying in on your bandaged arm. Pearly teeth revealed themselves as he snickered down at you.

“What happened to your arm?” He questioned, hacking away at a piece of wood in the process.

“Funny story actually, I was attacked by a wolf.”

He quirked a brow in amusement, his facial features swiftly changing to a neutral expression. Weird. “Oh? I’m sorry to hear that. Sounds… unfortunate.” He went back to chopping wood as if you had said the most normal thing in the world.

“Incredibly unfortunate.” You started to tap your foot impatiently. “Have you ever come fast to face with the wolf before?”

“I guess you could say I have. But it’s always short lived.”

“That sounds… unfortunate.” You mocked his boring tone.

Why you felt the need to? Something about this guy was off and it wasn’t just the fact that a muscular stranger shows out of no where to chop wood near your grandparents. You thought if you got him to crack his true nature would be revealed. But that was a ways away from happening, so why not start small?

“(Y/N)!”

You whipped around to see your grandmother with her cane, holding the door open. She gave a smile to Toji and he responded with a picture perfect smile, teeth and everything.

“The pie is ready, darling!” She shouted from across the woods.

“Argh, I gotta go. Will I see you later?” You gave a hopeful smile to the taller man.

whether a spur of the moment decision or a long time thought, you’ve done it

you finally have short hair

it feels...weird and also liberating

you’re still thinking about how long it was before and how different you must look now

you loved the new you that was looking back from the mirror

you kept running your fingers through your new hairstyle, shaking any loose hair before also going over the back of your neck and wherever else you could see it in the mirror or feel it tickle you

now, it was time to see what Tōji’s reaction would be

you hadn’t told him what your plans for the day were, since he’d left early, before you were up, because of a job he took up

so you were a little nervous about what he’d think of your radical choice

you knew he most probably wouldn’t care

it wasn’t like Tōji to judge someone over something so trivial as a haircut

but still, you were a bit worried about whether he’d like it or not

you distracted yourself by going about your day, though that little worry was almost constantly at the back of your head, nagging you

it wasn’t until many hours later, almost at midnight, when the door opened to reveal your boyfriend

taking a deep breath, you continued preparing a late snack, knowing he’d most probably eaten in town already, but he might still be hungry, as he usually was after such a day

you heard his footsteps stop behind you after the tell-tale sound of his shoes being kicked off, but didn’t turn around

there was no sound coming from him for a few seconds and you were trying to pluck the courage to finally turn around and face him when you felt his arms around you

then, it was his lips on the back of your neck before he sighed when he buried his face in your neck

“You’ll never know how stupid some clients can be...”

you exhaled and smiled before leaning a bit against him, almost done with the snack

“Really? What happened today?”

“First of all, I went to the restaurant and, of course, he ‘forgot’ his money. Then-”

you felt his mouth start moving against your skin as he almost mumbled in slight annoyance and tiredness, his arms still tightly wound around you

despite him not outright saying that he liked it, you knew he probably did

Tōji was never a man of many words, but even now, years later, you knew he was honest with what he felt and thought when it came to you

he mostly liked showing it though

“By the way, you look good.”

or, he could just say something simple and leave it at that

“You know somethin’?” Touji whispers into your ear lowly, his hot breath and the smell of sake and cigarettes tickling the side of your face, grazing your ear and sending a chill down your spine. “Losin’ ain’t always so bad. Right?” He’s quick to move any loose bits of hair out of the way of your neck, exposing your skin to the fairly chilly air.

Before you can answer his right hand wraps around your hips and pulls you closer, grinding your ass against his hardening cock once and holding you there, his other hand slithering to your tit and playing with it. As he kneads the soft flesh, you bite your lip.

“Right?” he repeats, his breath shifting to your neck, where he begins to suck.

“Right! Yes!” you gasp, your hand lifting and reach behind your shoulder to dig your fingers into his hair. You hold back a moan in an attempt to have some sort of control, though you fail totally when the hand toying with your tit pinches your hardened bud.

“I knew you were a smart woman. See? You get it. Sometimes ya gotta lose to win.”

Touji leaves a particularly hard suck—and dark bruise—behind your ear, on your neck, before his lips move to the cartilage of your ear. He plants a quick peck, as if to startle you (which it does, and he finds that incomprehensibly adorable), before nibbling on it, and you tremble for the shiver that runs through your nerves as you mewl. He chuckles behind you as he continues, his hand still kneading your tit while callouses and scars graze and tickle soft, supple flesh.

You resist squirming in place at the jitteriness that his toying with your ear smothers you in, and instead you elect to wiggle your ass against the form of his hard cock, buried underneath his jeans, to get some friction and tease him. Your little stunt pulls a grunt out of Touji, and you earn yourself a hard pinch to your nipple and a sharp bite to your ear in retaliation.

You squeak involuntarily at the mixture of pleasure and pain. You try to collect yourself. “Touch me, you asshole,” you muster out through gritted teeth. “Fuck.” You need it! You want it!

“Technically, I am touchin’ you already.”

“You know what I mean!” you protest, and though it was meant to boss him and get snippy with him, it only rings through the air as a needy whine.

“What’s in it for me?” he asks teasingly, voice surprisingly silky in your ear. His hand on your hip slowly snakes toward your core, while the other leaves your tit to hold your hips in place.

“Gonna fuck me, aren’t you?” you tease through gritted teeth.

Touji chuckles a dangerous chuckle at you. “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.”

Oho, yes, he will. You’re sure of it. He was enjoying touching you way too much to get you riled up and leave you hanging dry, to leave you to your own devices; because that meant he wouldn’t get proper satisfaction either.

“Your legs are spread all cute and pretty, would be a shame not to fuck ya, wouldn’t it?” he asks, the question clearly rhetorical.

You giggle at him, your neediness being taken over by the sassy brat within you for a moment. “That’s true. And you’re already hard for me anyway, pretty boy.”

Without a response, or perhaps in response, Touji’s fingers delve between your legs and play with the petals of your wet cunt, pulling a blissful gasp out of you. His thick, rough fingers gather and toy with the slick building there, finding satisfaction in the fact that he was the cause of such plentiful wetness and reveling in the squelching sounds of your arousal.

You bite your lip and stave off a moan, clenching the fistful of his hair in your grip.

Once he’s gathered enough slick, Touji drifts to your puffy, hardened clit and begins rolling tight circles on it with the pad of his large fingers, causing a moan to erupt from your throat and your hips to buck into his calloused hand with a whine.

“Needy woman,” he whispers in your ear.

“Shit,” you breathe, a shudder coursing through the simple curse, your fingers on his thigh squeezing tight as he rubs your clit just right to make you squirm for him. You bite your lip.

“Feelin’ good?” Touji asks huskily, knowing damn well that it does.

You nod shakily, hips bucking and rolling as pleasure courses through your nerves and builds high tension in your body. “Mhm.”

Touji hums in acknowledgment before his fingers leave your clit, and you’re about to turn and sass him when you feel the tip of two fingers slide into your attention starved hole. Your head tosses back onto his shoulder with a breathy moan which morphs into a sigh as his fingers begin to slowly stretch you. The Sorcerer Killer pistons his fingers in and out of you, fingers spreading as he does so. The squelching, wet noises that result are entirely lost on you, seeing as you’re enraptured in the waves of pleasure against your nerves that comes with his fucking you like this, your eyes shut tight and lips agape as you pant.

“Hear that? Hear how fuckin’ wet for me ya are, princess?”

You swallow thickly and nod, only noticing now how much wetness had gathered between your legs once he brings your attention to it. Touji had you wrapped around his finger, literally and figuratively, almost effortlessly.

“Take a look.”

His finger pokes that gummy spot and you jolt with a squeaky moan. Touji’s free hand pulls you back to his chest roughly via the tight hold on your waist, even as your hips continue to buck and roll. As you writhe he holds you still, his strength far outmatching yours. Your moans get higher and quicker, tension between your legs building and leading you to carnal bliss.

“Hey,” his fingers pull from your cunt to give your clit a loud, wet slap and you cry out, “told you to look, didn’t I?”

“Y-yeah...!”

“Then look, watch.”

With a shuddered sigh you look down at his glistening fingers, where he holds them up for you to see just outside of your weeping hole. You can feel Touji’s chin rest on your shoulder, his messy hair tickling your cheek as he apparently watches, too.

You bite your lip when his fingers delve back into your spongey walls and pump in and out a few times before he brings them back out, coated in slimey, glistening slick. Touji spreads his fingers for you to see the string of your essence connecting his middle to his ring finger.

“Just wonderin’,” your newfound (mutual, to be sure) source of entertainment mutters calmly, though you know it’s only the calm before the tempest, “how many times did’ya call me ‘boy’ tonight, eh?”

“I-I don’t know,” you stammer, your body stilling at the sudden drop in stimulation which only leaves you needier for him, though you wouldn’t admit it.

“You dunno, huh...” he says, as if thought.

With that said Touji manhandles you into leaning over the table to your left, bending you over and pressing your bare chest to the smooth surface of it, and all the while you gasp. The texture of the poker table tickles your nipples, much to your surprise. You bite your lip when he holds your arms at your back via a firm hold on your parallel wrists with one large hand.

Ah, you looked so sweet and ripe for the picking like this. Touji took in the sight of your arms bound to your back by his very own hand, plump ass resting just beneath them, stuck out and victim to his whims, your slick coating your pretty little cunt on display for him to stare at as he pleased. Helping himself to the plump, juicy peach that you were, Touji takes his free hand to your asscheek, the hand whose fingers toyed with your pussy, and gropes and massages the soft flesh.

You mewl, the rough texture of his calloused and thick-skinned hand coated in your juices a clear contrast to the supple squishiness of your ass. You feel his pelvis grind against you as he bends over to look you in the eye, the right side of your cheek firm against the table.

The look on his face is confident, haughty, dare you say arrogant?

You lick your lips, eyes locked on the parted scar at the corner of his mouth.

“Five times,” he says. “Ya said it five times.”

“What,” you huff, trying to keep what remained of your failing bravado, “you kept count, did you?”

His smirk widens. “Well, yeah. See, wanted to figure out how I could tame that damn snark of yours, babe.” The hand on your ass gives a firm squeeze.

“Yeah? How’re you-“

You cut your own voice off with a yelp that evolves into a moan as Touji’s hand crashes down hard on your asscheek before rubbing at the stinging skin. “Fuck.”

“One.”

He seems to give a short pause.

Two-

“Ah, shi-it!” You moan from your chest, cunt clenching around nothing at the burning pain paired with the sweet sting of his strokes on the abused area of your asscheek. You bite your lip, knowing three more are to come.

“Two.”

Three-

Touji’s hand spanks at your skin again, the plump skin there becoming hot to the touch as blood rushes to the site of his strikes. You can’t fight the needy moan that crashes its way out of you, your arms and hips wriggling and wet pussy fluttering. “Mm...”

“Three,” you hear Touji coo, his hand still massaging your ass, before you no longer feel his touch.

Four-

You jolt at the fourth slap, your ankles throwing themselves into the air and off the floor in the process. You gasp and begin to pant a little, the splotch on your flesh of his choice feeling hotter by the second. Torrid tears begin to burn your eyelids, held in place by the clenching shut of your eyelids.

“Four,” he counts. “Takin’ it like such a good girl, hotstuff. Didn’t think I’d use that against ya, eh?”

You shake your head as you’re able, holding back a moan as Touji grips your ass, hard enough to leave bruises if it’s left long enough, you’re sure.

“C’mon, princess. Can’t’cha use your words?”

You don’t say anything in response, which clearly doesn’t satisfy Touji, as he clicks his tongue at you with the shake of his head.

“Just earned yourself one more, I think.”

“Ah-“

Anything you’re about to say is sent into the abyss when the palm of his hand strikes against your ass for the fifth time, and before you can even get a moan or groan out, you feel the stinging pain of a spank yet again. Your moan comes out as a squeal at the rush of air flittering through your pipes, and you wiggle and writhe before the disowned Zen’in, his hand rubbing and pulling at the hot flesh of your ass.

“Aw,” Touji coos at you, admiring the silky shine of your drooling cunt, “look at ya, all wet ‘n’ needy for me.” He leans in to your ear, lips grazing it gently. “Poor thing.” His voice is low and husky, and a chill goes up your spine.

You try to catch your breath from the fit of hard panting his apparent “punishment” sent you into, your mind a little hazy with lust and chest rising and falling in quick increments. You definitely should have known his lack of response to your pet name was merely the calm before the storm, but it was a damn hot storm, so you weren’t complaining.

“Oi, ya gonna beg for it? Gonna make it easy on us both an’ beg for my cock now?” you hear him ask, tone teasing and words a little slurred.

You push your ass back against his dick, hidden underneath his jeans still, twisting your torso ever so slightly to glare at him. “Just fuck me already! I don’t have all night!” Your attempt to sound authoritative and demanding is an utter failure, as you only sound needy and whiny in the end, your hormones driving you.

“I got all night, though,” he drawls with a satisfied sneer, unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll fuck ya til ya can’t walk. Now face forward, hotstuff.”

When you don’t do as you’re told and instead harden your glare at him, Touji grabs a fistful of your hair and makes you look forward himself, praising you with a “good girl” when you stay put after he lets go. You peel yourself off the poker table enough to rest your weight on your forearms, fingers splayed out on the soft surface below, before you hear the remainder of Touji’s clothes get tossed aside.

Not being able to watch Touji brings about an air of the unknown to you. But that comes to a screeching halt when you feel the hot, slick head of his cock slip between your legs right up by your slick cunt, and the sound of Touji hissing melts with your mewl. His hand rests on the small of your back directly in the center, his other grabbing tight hold of your hip as his cock slides against your clit until his pelvis is right against your ass. Touji glides his cock back and forth a few times, gathering up your arousal and sounding off the melody of sex and arousal. Fucking hell, you were so wet and soft, your thighs a soft, squishy crevice for him to fuck and wet pussy desperate and drooling. Touji couldn’t wait to fuck that pretty little cunt with his cock, but he had other things on his list to cross off, with letting you know who was in control being one of them.

You whine. His cock is thick, and while you can’t see the leaky head poke out between your thighs, you’re sure his length is superbly impressive also. How is he gonna fit- oh fuck he’s going to split you apart- but goddamn he’s gonna be the best you ever had!

Your mouth waters, your thighs and cunt clenching and thus pulling a groan from him. He’s so warm-

The stimulation of his cock rutting against your clit just isn’t enough, and when you begin to add to the friction by moving your own hips, the strength of Touji’s hand on your back that follows prevents you from doing so.

“Fuck,” you breathe.

Touji gives a deep, rather amused chuckle. “So fuckin’ wet already. Shame ya had to go and taunt me all night, eh? Would’ve made ya cum three times by now if ya hadn’t ran your pretty lil mouth, babe.”

A slap to your other asscheek serves as a reminder of all the snark you sent at Touji, and you moan at the tingle that follows, before gasping a small breath of air when you feel him pull his cock out of the plushy confines of your thighs and plunge it back in. It’s lower this time, so as to starve your drooling pussy of all stimulation, so as to let Touji have his fun of fucking your thighs and driving you wild and hungry for his cock.

Touji begins to piston his hips in a quick pace, pushing his cock as far as he could before being stopped by your plush ass, and then pulling back, only to repeat again. With sinful grunts he thrusts a few times before snaking his hands underneath your tits and pulling your back toward his chest, lifting you off the table just enough that he could toy with your tits and pinch your perky, hard buds.

You keen and mewl, panting when you don’t get the stimulation you want - need - so desperately, his playing with your tits only teasing you and the sound of his grunts riling you further. The feeling of his slick cock sliding in and out of your thighs only made you hungrier for him to fuck you proper. “Touji- fuck!”

His teeth latch onto the soft skin of the crevice between your neck and shoulder, hard enough to leave a bruise but light enough to do no real damage like breaking the skin. You cry out his name again, your hands instinctively latching onto the backs of his on your chest as he continues to rut against you.

“Gonna- fuckin’- cum all over these pretty thighs you’ve got, princess,” he coos in your ear, even if there was a roughness to it that had you gasping for him. You mewl and nod quickly, which eggs him on. “Yeah? You’d like that, babydoll?” He laughs haughtily at the clenching of your thighs and the gulp in your throat. “Want me to cum all over ya and claim ya as mine, eh?” he presses.

“Mhm!”

“Maybe I’ll take a pic of ya all fucked out and sticky, post it on the internet to show all the dirtbags who come here who makes you feel so good, yeah? Show ‘em who’s boss?”

You whine, tears pricking at your eyelids in desperation. Your hum of agreement is much higher in pitch this time, nodding with fervor.

His right hand leaves your tit to slap against your unabused asscheek, and you gasp with a jolt. “Beg for it,” he orders huskily, and immediately you cave. That hand then digs into your hip with rough fingers.

“Please! Please, Touji,” you whine his name, which encourages his pace to quicken, his breaths and grunts getting louder in your ear, “cum on my thighs and fuck me...! Please!”

You hear him chuckle, amused at your compliance, before he gives your neck a couple sucks hard enough to leave large bruises in their wake. The Touji’s hand on your chest leaves it to give your ass a good slap before groping it, the pace of his hips against yours quickening as he hisses curses through his teeth.

Your whines are largely ignored, with Touji reaching his high and his grunts getting more audible. He gives a few full thrusts into your slimy thighs, then taking a shallower approach and thrusting the tip in and out while his calloused hand does the rest of stroking his own cock. Chest heaving, Touji groans as release takes over and his cock pumps spurts of cum into the crack of skin between your thighs, the hot liquid sticking to your skin and ghosting down your legs with each spurt.

You whine at the gooey warmth, finding it oddly satisfying and surprisingly hot, and whimper.

Touji pinches your ass lightly. “Atta girl. Now it’s your turn, eh?” he coos, before he spins you around with both hands on your lovely hips. You’re finally able to get a closer glimpse of the bulges of muscle and snaking veins adorning his chest and arms, your hands instinctively reaching out to brush the pads of your fingers against the peaks of the pectoralis major muscles. Your fingers contemplate ghosting over the pert nipples there, though a thick knee parting your legs jolts your attention away and you meet his haughty smirk, but you’re unable to say anything as Touji’s mouth meets yours. It’s a deep, slow, and sloppy kiss that entraps you in a spell of lust that has your body moving against your will, your fingers carding up his chest, neck, and then into his hair and holy shit it’s so soft what the fuck-

Your leg lifts to his hip, wrapping around Touji who growls into your mouth, and the low rumble makes you keen, your fingers clenching onto the charcoal silkiness between them. A little bit of his cum seems to transfer onto Touji’s skin, but he clearly doesn’t care and carries on a little more fervently.

Touji’s hand finds your lower back and pulls you toward him, pulling your soft, silky cunt to his thigh and lowering your previously raised leg a bit.

Picking up on the notion and not intending to disagree in the slightest, you roll your hips and drag your neglected pussy against the warm, dense muscle of his thigh, sending prickly pleasure from your clit throughout your core. Pulling back ever so slightly with a moan to his open lips, you rut against Touji’s thigh repeatedly, finally getting the much needed friction you had been denied. Your slick builds and builds on his skin with each drag of your hips, allowing your skin to glide much easier against his as your needy pace quickens with Touji’s tongue nearly in your throat.

Your making out is messy and sloppy enough that saliva crowds the corners of your mouths, but neither you nor the man whose thigh you were fucking give a shit, too drunk off the high of hormones sparking to life.

A squeak erupts from you when he bites down hard on your lower lip before giving it a harsh tug, his own lips erupting into a wide smirk with your lip still between his teeth at the sound you make. Touji lets go and again his tongue finds sanctuary in the wet cavern of your mouth.

Your moans become more frequent and higher in pitch as you rut against Touji, only for his hand to rest above your womb, feeling the warm flesh there, and slowly gliding upward past your belly button, up your sternum, and between your breasts before finding respite on your neck. Widening the space between his thumb and index finger, Touji forms a V shape and aligns the crest of it with the middle of your throat, his fingers then curling into the sides of your neck light enough you’re sure it’s more of a show if dominance than a real attempt to choke you. Touji wanted you lucid, after all, to keep rutting against and humping his thigh and enjoying fully it all the while, with little effort from the man himself.

His other hand guides your hips - or maybe it’s just an excuse to dig his fingers into your soft flesh and squeeze - and leads you toward orgasm, both of your mouths and your hips moving in tandem.

Your nails dig into Touji’s scalp and your hips roll quicker and quicker until you’re moaning and mewling, your nerves going haywire as orgasm catches up with you and sends your head spinning, cunt clenching and drooling all over his muscled thigh, when the tension snaps and you cum. His grip on your neck tightens and has your head running fuzzy and drunk. You cry out as your hips move on their own, your mouth agape, which Touji fully takes advantage of and takes over your mouth with his own again, as though not getting enough.

You tasted sweet, tart, like a juicy cherry coated in sugar, so maybe that was in fact the case.

You mewl as you come down from your high, panting and still slowly rutting your hips as he lets go of your neck, with Touji barraging your now exposed neck with open mouthed kisses. Your head spins pleasantly, your heart racing happily in your chest.

“Holy shit,” you breathe, slowing still.

“Mhm.” The sound is low in his throat, guttural, and deep.

You don’t protest as he wordlessly lifts you to the table and finds respite between your legs, one hand reaching for the plush of your thigh and giving a tight squeeze. Your hands wander every muscle available to them as Touji reaches for the unfinished cigarette from before, the stick of tobacco having lost its light. He places it between his lips, a little to your confusion, though you weren’t complaining about the way it nestled between his lips and bobbed, and he then offers the lighter to you.

“Light,” he says simply through the cigarette.

Curious, you take the lighter and bring the flame to the burnt end of the cigarette poking from his mouth, a brow quirked. You see the edge of it shine bright orange as it lights and a small puff of smoke billows from Touji’s mouth, before you set the lighter aside and wait as he sucks in a deep breath. Fuck, there was nothing more mesmerising than this man with a cigarette...!

You watch him as one hand pulls the cigarette from his mouth, while the other grabs the lower side of your jaw and forces your mouth open, before smoke slowly sputters from the crack of his lips into your mouth, filling it slowly. You gasp and thus take in much of that smoke a little too quickly, then being thrown into a small coughing fit.

Touji chuckles at you, as a big scary beast would chuckle at a little, helpless, and cute creature, ensnared in the beast’s claws and struggling desperately to breathe and free itself, though it’s not like you were there against your will. But still, it was cute to Touji.

“Aren’t you adorable,” he coos at you, the look in his eye only enhancing at the sight of your warning glare, which is promptly interrupted when he quickly pushes your back against the table, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he leans in close to your ear. “Such a sweet body you’ve got, babe.”

“Shut... shut up rearrange my guts, will you?” you gripe breathily, your heart within your chest beating rapidly from the shock of his quick, unexpected movement.

He hums, but leans back and cocks his head to the side with a haughty smirk. “I dunno. I don’t indulge pretty women who don’t know how to ask for something politely.”

You pout. “Fuck you.”

“If you insist...”

You jolt and buck your hips with a gasp when you feel the whole head of Touji’s cock suddenly push into your wet cunt in one thrust. “Fuck!” you hiss, your hands bolting for his chest for some reason unknown to you. You bite your lip as he slips the shaft further into you, the stretch of your gummy walls from the sheer girth of his cock almost overwhelming yet rewarding all the same as it provides blissful friction against your walls.

“Atta girl, so tight,” Touji grunts, “takin’ my cock so well. Ought to keep ya around and fuck ya every night, eh? Damn, baby.” You were so warm and tight and wet, all the ingredients to an ecstatic, carnal addiction Touji would be happy to give into. And you were taking him so well, not a real complaint or bitchiness to speak of. Sure, you acted tough, putting on a dominant facade when the chips were out, only for that facade to crumble away to showcase a brat when the clothes were off, and bratty as you may act, you were still compliant, needy, obedient. You didn’t put up so much of a fight, snark, and sass that the fun of it all was sucked dry. You were exactly what Touji wanted to keep around for a good fuck, and he could be picky as hell.

You bite back a high pitched whine the further Touji goes, the stretch still there yet the thick thumb rubbing lazy circles on your clit flooding your core with pleasure. You pant underneath him, watching his occasionally throbbing cock slowly disappear into your heat and shuddering when you see the remaining length. It wasn’t enough, though. Your eyes meet the green of his. “Faster, please-“

Touji revels in your needy whine meant to be halfway concealed, and much to your surprise he complies, quickly shoving himself into your cunt to the hilt with a husky groan, rearing a squeak from you.

Holy shit, maybe he meant it when he said if you asked nicely-

His cock hits that one special spot that would make your eyes roll back, pulling a whimper out of you.

“Ah, Touji,” you whine, “Right there! So big...!”

You can feel Touji’s cock twitch at the call of his name from your lips, only for him to chuckle at you. “Am I the biggest ya’ve ever had, princess? Prob’ly, right?” he teases huskily, before he manhandles your thighs up and out, pushing your knees almost to your chest level. “Hold ‘em there.” A sense of authority, dominance coats his tongue that would have you weak in the knees were you standing upright; instead your cunt flutters around his cock, pulling a satisfied sneer from him, and you do as you’re told.

“Fuck me,” you hear Touji breathe, his eyes taking in the sight of your cunt exposed and bare for all to see, the barely visible shadow on your lower belly catching his attention immediately. Damn, he wished the lighting in here was better! With a click of his tongue, Touji pushes down on the skin above your uterus, feeling the bulge of your belly much better than he’s able to see it, his other hand bracing your hip to hold you still as he begins to thrust his hips against your ass, relishing in the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you under his palm.

Immediately you throw your head back at the movement, finally getting needed friction and feeling Touji’s cock so deep in your core, gliding pleasantly along the most sensitive splotch within you. Your fingers dig into your own skin, but it brings about a sting that has your cunt clenching even harder around him.

Touji gives a few slow thrusts before his pace picks up and you hear the wet squelching of his cock delving in and out of your wet heat, as well as the slapping of his pelvis and balls against your sore asscheeks while he fucks into you hard. His pace could’ve been faster, though it still had you unraveling and moaning for him all the same.

“Yeah?” he grunts proudly as you moan with wild abandon underneath him, “Makin’ you feel real good, am I?”

“Ye-es!”

A slap lands on your asscheek and pulls a sob from you, the tension building in your abdomen already, the wet squelching of your pussy only growing louder in volume alongside your whimpers and squeaks.

Touji’s hand puts further pressure on your belly, the other moving to push your knees back to your chest even further, restricting your air capacity a little but allowing his cock to hit much deeper, before it rests on your neck like before.

He ruts into you faster like this, the girth of his cock deliciously stretching your soft walls, and as his cock hits against your g-spot, you’re gasping and squealing for him, your orgasm just a breath away.

Touji leans in, the tips of your noses touching so slightly it almost tickles. “Gonna cum for me, princess?” he huffs, hot breath rushing into your face. “Well? Gonna cum for daddy, are ya?”

You nod as much as possible, mostly unable to do so freely because of his hand on your throat and the back-arching pleasure you’re drowning in, though you try to make noises of affirmation.

The squeeze of Touji’s fingers on the sides of your throat makes your head go fuzzy, finally sending you over the edge as you cry out in bliss, your cunt clenching and attempting to milk Touji for all he’s worth as you cum. A plethora of garbled whines, pleas, and slurred bouts of his name escape you all the while, your eyes rolling back.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He huffs, thrusting into your core particularly hard. “Takin’ daddy’s cock so nicely.” The hand on your throat moves to dig into the plush of your ass, holding you firm. “Gonna fill ya up with my cum, babydoll.”

It’s through your orgasm that Touji’s pace quickens, fucking into you so fast it literally takes your breath away. Even as you roll off the lower edge of bliss, he continues, huffing and grunting above you, chasing his own carnal high, the slaps of your skin only getting louder and more frequent.

You take in a shaky breath of air as your senses begin to get overwhelmed, leaving you on the cups of post-orgasmic fog and overstimulation. You’re quickly taken over by the latter, however. You cry out, your fingers digging into your thighs like mad, your chest shuddering and your hips trying to instinctively move away from Touji, though considering the position you’re in and the hand pressing to your lower belly, you’re entirely unsuccessful.

“Touji, too much! I can’t-! It’s too mu-uuch,” you whine, tears prickling your eyelids and quickly overflowing, trailing down your temples. Your hands let loose of your thighs and instead push against his chest with little strength, your legs bobbing with every thrust.

“Shh, yer alright, babydoll,” he hushes you almost sweetly (but there’s something brewing even if you’re not coherent enough to realise it), leaning into your ear and biting down on the cartilage as he continues to fuck your overstimulated heat, only adding insult to injury when he moves his hand from your abdomen to your clit, but he doesn’t toy with it just yet. “Be an obedient little slut for daddy and let me cum inside, yeah?” His voice is right in your ear, utter filth pouring from his lips, and you’re fucking living for it. “Lemme fill ya up ‘til it’s nearly pourin’ out, princess.”

You nod shakily with a sob. “Cum inside me, daddy, fuck!”

With a moan of his own, Touji places a hot, wet kiss to your lips, before taking the initiative and pushing one of your thighs back to your chest. Tears flood from your peripheral eyelids, pleasure starting to slowly take residence in your nerves again. The hand on your clit begins rubbing quick, short circles on the bud of nerves, pulling sob after sob from you.

You’re sent over the edge quicker than you can moan and whimper and whine Touji’s name, fluttering hard around his cock and coating it in your essence with a shuddery shriek, and through it all you can feel his cock twitching inside you.

A plethora of curses leaves Touji’s bisected lips as his thrusts get shorter, the tips of his fingers digging into your flesh. He showers your neck in wet sucks all over, then lifts his head to watch his fat cock pound into your fluttering cunt.

You sputter on air all the while, before you hear a choked moan from Touji and feel his cock throb, coating your velvety walls in thick, hot spurts of cum which he only fucks into your wet heat further.

You whimper and mewl when his hips slow and he pulls out fully, then reaching two fingers between your legs and collecting the mixture of fluids dripping out of your fluttering, clenching hole. With a satisfied simper, Touji pushes his cum and yours back into your pussy, not letting a drop go to waste. He wasn’t done with you yet.

You pant, your chest rising and falling quickly while you watch him as if entranced by a spell.

With a quirked brow, you watch him take a couple steps back and lean down toward your poor, overstimulated and drenched cunt. Eyes boring into yours with a fiery intensity, Touji pushes the inner side of your thighs so as to spread them, and he then places a lingering kiss to your puffy clit.

The problem is, your little casino isn’t entirely for your own entertainment; gambling there didn’t automatically constitute facing you. It’s just an option patrons have. And upon a challenge, you were liable to decline and send someone on their merry way out.

So, he expected a need for establishing a reputation before you would even consider letting him into your innermost ring, which was a major pain in the ass. He wasn’t feeling all that patient and appreciative.

But his surprise erupts when he was told he was being taken straight to you, upon your request, after playing a single game (he didn’t even win!). His sour mood sweetened by volumes, the wide, toothy smirk that was his and his only on full display as he sauntered past wailing or wooing patrons, Touji taking note the envy and disdain in some of the eyes fixated on him.

He couldn’t really blame them; they wanted to gamble with you just as much as he did, and they fixed themselves up for the occasion, a sea of suits and ties mixed with sequined and slitted dresses, while he showed up in a shirt, jacket, loose jeans, and sandals. Touji was here to play poker and have his fun, whether he always wins or not - his appearance didn’t much matter. Besides, he didn’t want even somewhat to come off as a guy who used fancy yachts and speedy sports cars to compensate for something down... south.

However, it appears as though his luck has run out when he takes seat at a table with other people. He sits at the end of the long table. The woman to his left utterly reeked of cigarettes, as if she had literally bathed in it before walking in. Normally he didn’t care about smoke and the smell of it, often taking it up himself, but the scent coming off this woman was awful.

To his right was a man younger than Touji himself, seemingly enthralled by the stained finish on the table. He said nothing at all and apparently had no interest to, his chips laid out pristinely in their respective tray. Directly in front of Touji across the table was an empty chair - one he hoped would be filled by you. This was a smaller table than he expected, but he supposed you were just picky. Behind that chair, though, was a plain door, as plain as the rest of the room. Literally every surface of the room - ceiling, walls, floor - was painted black, with what he could guess used to be a window having been bricked up to his far left. The golden chandelier above his head definitely did well to stand out.

Suddenly that door opened and in sauntered a stiff-postured beauty with an unlit cigarette between her rouged-up lips, the shade of red swallowing her dress matching the rouge. It never really took much for women to catch Touji’s eye, but it was quite a feat to keep it, and she definitely could pull it off.

With an entrance like that, it must be you under that thin, silky dress.

As you walked toward the table, Touji was very quick to notice the slit in your dress which seemed to reach clear up to your hip, the opening in your dress almost minimal until it reached your knee, where the edge of the dress cut diagonally across your legs. The sound of your heels clacking with your gentle strides made him wonder if you’re the type willing to literally step on a man and enjoy it. The thought was intriguing, at least. There wasn’t enough cleavage showing to his liking, he also noted, though the slit which widened as you stepped forward definitely made up for that.

Ten outta ten, would bang.

“Apologies for the wait,” you mutter through the cigarette, and Touji wonders why you even bother with it if it’s not lit. As you pull your chair back, you make brief eye contact with him and give the slightest pause, but you say nothing as you sit down, placing the button on the table to indicate you’re dealer.

If they have a problem with that, tough shit. The look in your eye says so. It’s not how the dealer is supposed to be decided typically, but this is your casino. And it’s not even a professional casino either!

If you were being honest, you were surprised Zen’in Touji - or wait, wasn’t he technically Fushiguro, now? - didn’t bolt the hell outta there the second you asked for him to play no-limit Texas Hold’em. You knew he’d be down for a good time and a risky game of poker, but he was a victim to his own whims, or so you’ve been told, so you couldn’t know. Not to mention he was constantly on the run from sorcerers, living a dangerous and risky life himself. The thought made you run your tongue over your teeth, wondering what it would be like to run along with him.

Even before that, you weren’t surprised to hear he was perusing your bar trying to find entry into your casino at alll, trying to make a hefty sum in one night with minimal effort, you were sure. You were quite haughty at the fact that the infamous “Sorcerer Killer” was at your very doorstep, vying to gain entry to your casino, which has been doing quite well on its own recently. So well, you were considering relocating, the thought of your establishment reaching authorities because of its fame driving your consideration.

With a hefty sigh you place the cigarette in the ashtray to your left, noting the pair of green eyes nearly covered by a blanket of silky black hair watching your every move. The pack of cigarettes to the left of the tray lay there, forgotten.

A man in a rather pricey looking suit comes into the room with your preferred alcoholic beverage, also bringing the other players’ preferred drinks to them. You noted Touji’s eyes lighting up at the sake, warmed of course, brought to him. The elderly gentleman soon leaves after assuring you to only ask if you needed anything else. You didn’t even bother checking to see what your other players got to drink. They wouldn’t last long.

Everything for the upcoming game was already laid out, with the exception of pocket cards dealt and bets being laid out. With perfectly manicured nails, you pick up the deck and begin to deal out the cards, but before you can even get one card out, you’re stopped.

“Aren’tcha gonna shuffle ‘em?”

Quietly, your eyes flicker to your “esteemed” guest and morph into a slight glare. “I assure you they’ve been shuffled,” you say sternly, finding offense in the question.

“Nah. I’d much rather see ya shuffle before we start,” he protests, leaning back in his chair is if the fucker owned the place. The snark in his eye and the smirk parting the scarred cornier of his mouth was a clear indication that he was toying with you already. “Ya know, just ‘cause I’m paranoid.”

 You doubted that.

“Fine,” you spit, taking the deck, splitting it in half, and holding the individual bundles face-down, at a diagonal angle to the table. Your bent knuckles press into the cool cards as you keep your thumbs at the higher end, readying to shuffle the bundles together. Making austere eye contact with him, you shuffle the cards, doing the process a couple times before you let the player to your left cut the deck. When that’s dealt with, you begin to toss cards out, beginning with the player to your left. Thankfully, the Sorcerer Killer says nothing this time.

After each player, including yourself, has two cards, blind bets must be made. The player immediate to your left, the small blind, tosses ten thousand yen into the pot. Touji, being the big blind, tosses in twenty thousand yen, and though the other lady to his left is up next, his eyes are on you, quite unashamedly so.

You lean back in your seat, almost looking down your nose at him. You were trying to get a feel of him, trying to figure out what makes him tick. You weren’t too keen on the idea of letting him have the control he’s grasping for, and instead felt like yanking it from his hands as though you were ripping a child’s toy from his grasp.

You’re left utterly disappointed when the next player folds outright, and call the big blind, tossing into the pot your twenty thousand yen, with the small blind next to you adding in another ten thousand to his contribution. You almost thought telling the other woman at the table off for showing up and not even bothering to play, regardless of her reason for folding.

You set out the flop and lay three cards across the table: an ace of hearts, four of diamonds, and five of clubs.

How wonderfully the ace would suit your own ace of clubs and ace of diamonds. A four of a kind was a wonderful hand to have. You could bluff your way into raising the pot and put pressure on the other two men, surely ensuring your victory and fattening up your wallet.

“Bet,” says the player to your left, putting down fifteen thousand.

Touji looks downright bored, having now planted his elbow on the table and burying his cheek in his palm. “Raise,” he says simply, flicking sixty thousand’s worth of chips over. He almost bet forty thousand, but elected not to. Four was an unlucky number.

Was he joking? Your eyes narrow at him, indignant of your growing irritation as you say nothing. That was an asinine raise, and he fucking well knew it.

His smirk makes its reappearance. “What’re ya gonna do, babe? Call, re-raise, or fold?”

That smirk irks you and bolsters your intrigue all the same somehow, that damn scar of his stealing away your attention much more than it should. It was rather enrapturing watching how it moved with his lips, be it when he spoke or when they split to show off his white teeth in a simper. You cock your head to the side at him cattily. “I’m not your ‘babe,’ boy,” you shoot back.

Touji’s brows raise at you, silently articulating a very snarky “You think you’re going to get away with that?” with the simple movement, though to your surprise he says nothing. He takes his cheek out of his hand and leans on the table, eyeing you intently as the only player he gives a damn about.

You don’t even realise it, but you’ve been doing the very same thing the entire time, eyeing him as the only player you gave a damn about.

Without even looking you pluck your desired chips from the table and toss them into the pot. “Call.” You’re certain he’s trying to psyche you out, trying to rile you up and add even more into the pot by raising his bet to outdo him. That’s essentially what you were doing! No, keep a level head, and you’re fine.

“Sixty thousand...?” the man to your left mutters meekly, tossing in enough to amount to Touji’s raise. “Ugh.” He turns to Touji, his canned beer in hand. “The hell is your problem, man?”

Touji rolls his eyes at him, though.

With that you place the turn next, a three of diamonds.

Well, damn, another card of diamonds. The chances of your little friends having at least decent hands increases. But the guy to your left - he was only there because you needed the seat filled - was definitely hesitant to call that last bet. There’s no way he’s all that confident in his hand, and that raise put a hefty dent in everyone’s chips so early on. Not to mention Touji was probably just being a damned proud and greedy Zen’in.

Or a shit looking for a good giggle, you weren’t sure. He technically wasn’t a Zen’in anymore, after all.

“Ch-check.”

Your attention falls back on that shit-eating grin, expecting him to do something utterly stupid, like fold after pulling that stunt.

“Check.” He just shrugs.

“Check,” you utter, resisting the urge to do so through your teeth, before taking an otherwise elegant sip from your wine. It was best to keep your remaining chips after having that asinine raise.

And so you (attempt to) calmly deal the river, which is a two of diamonds. You glance to your left. Where the hell were all these diamonds coming from?!

Even if your fellow players managed a four of a kind hand somehow, having yours in aces meant your cards were superior.

“Nah, I’m out. Fold.”

And then to Touji. You lock eyes for what feels like a long moment, but you’re not sure how much time it took.

He tosses his cards onto the table, eyes staring you down. “Think I’ll fold, too.”

You nearly lose it. “Wha-!”

You bite back your bark, refusing to give him the satisfaction of riling you up, though the slight twitch of his lips and glimmer in his eyes tell you that you’ve already failed. Your fingers toy with the stem of your wineglass. “Are you sure?”

“Did I stutter?” He cocks his head out arrogantly at you, pointing a finger to the side of his messy black hair. “My bad, were ya too busy checkin’ me out to hear me?”

He was fucking with you.

So it was high time to fuck with him.

Your stoic facade catches fire and flutters away in ashes as you grin wide with closed eyes. “Yes, that’s exactly it!” you chirp, a lilt of mischief present. “It can’t be helped, but it’s not like you haven’t been mentally undressing me this entire time.” You open your eyes into dangerous slits, cocking your head to the side at his raised brows. “Right, Touji?”

“What, can ya blame me?” he remarks slyly, jutting his chin into the air. “Red looks damn fine on ya and all, but it’d look better off ya.”

Your other patrons gape in a mixture of awe and mortification at the lack of filter on either of your tongues, both unsure if they should say something and go, or stay and wait for whatever comes next.

Your grin returns, venomous as it was. “What a shame you’ll never know for certain, isn’t it?”

He says nothing and juts his bottom lip to the side, staring you down. What, cat got your tongue, Touji?

Touji was playing a game of push and pull with you. Snark at you one moment as he may, he’s quiet the next, or whenever he felt like it. He wasn’t easy to predict.

You clear your throat and gracefully set your cards face down on the table. “Well, anyway. I do apologise, but we will have to cut our gambling short tonight, friends.” You lean on the table and put a hand to your forehead, ignoring the discontent coming from your left and right, and fixating on the silent typhoon in front of you. “See, I’ve got this pounding in my head that’s just getting worse. If you’ll kindly leave, we can pick this up tomorrow night when I’m feeling well.”

The others put up a fuss that’s easy to ignore while you take a leisurely sip of your drink. You don’t give much thought to the mark of lipstick that glues itself to the shiny glass, while your eyes fixate on the shade of green burning in front of you. The other two left but he refused to budge, seemingly.

You rest your chin in your palm and lean against the table, and the diverting of his eyes to your chest isn’t all that inconspicuous. “What did you really come here for?” you ask plainly.

He shrugs at you, crooked smirk in place. “A good time, obviously.”

“Mhm.” You tilt your head at him almost innocently. “And have you met this goal?”

He abruptly stands up from his seat and sets his palms against the table, leaning over it to send a look of slight discontent and ire at you, though it was heavy with intrigue. “You rigged the game,” he says sternly, not at all a question and certainly a statement of fact.

You say nothing in response, instead electing to let him say his piece. You wondered if he honestly could have figured it out so quickly, especially without seeing your cards.

Touji points his thumb at the door indignantly. “The old man might’ve aged a bit, but I know who he is. He’s a curse user that’s old as dirt, whose technique manipulates luck.”

You nod. “That’s true. But if you think I ask him to use it on me specifically...” you point to the side of your head much like he had a few minutes ago, “you’re a dolt. Where’s the fun in cheating? There’s no challenge, no skill!” You pause, giving care to construct your next sentence. “Actually, the old man selects someone random to favour each game. His chosen man or woman has no idea what he does.”

“Ah, right,” he says sarcastically. “And that’s why you’ve never lost, huh?”

You leant back in your seat and rest your arms on the rests, your finger dangling off the stained wood lazily and your chest jutting out as your chin tucks down a little. “I don’t know who told you that, but they were lying through their teeth,” you drawled. It didn’t surprise you; some people liked to amp your reputation while others vowed to shatter it to filthy little pieces. Such was the life of a woman with power, it seemed. That’s fine, you’ve learned to live with it. Anyone whose opinion you would care for wouldn’t be the type to mind rumours and the like anyway.

You shrug. “Or it was a rumour repeated enough that people began to worship it as truth.” With a huff you stand from your seat and walk around to the opposite side of the table, leaning against it next to Touji, facing him. You tilt your head at him with the side of your hip to the table as he turns to look at you. “I have few rules around here. One of the most important rules is that I don’t invite one player at a time, so as to not favour anyone and to keep stakes high.”

“Don’t wanna go rufflin’ feathers, eh?” Touji takes the liberty of pulling his chair out to face you before he sits down, leaning back with an arm slung over the back of the chair and his knees spread wide.

“Pretty much.” Just for the fuck of it you don’t move or react to the purposeful, clear display of what he’s packing under those jeans. “I honestly have no idea who those people were. I just wanted an excuse to get you here,” you purr, cheeky grin in place. “I have to admit I was surprised you answered my invitation at all, pretty boy.”

Touji’s brows raise at you like before, like the last time you called him “boy.” Clearly, he wasn’t taking well to it, yet he did nothing in retaliation, and it fueled your tongue.

He smirks anyway. “Well, now you’ve got me. What’re ya gonna do to me, hotstuff?”

You push yourself off the table and step toward him until you stand between his knees. You lean down, fingers slithering up the side of his face, leisurely from his scar all the way up to his cheekbone. As you do so, you lean into his other ear. “I’m gonna strip you down of everything,” you whisper darkly, wording it carefully so as to imbue two meanings into the air.

Did you mean to rob him blind in a legitimate game of poker and strip him of everything he owned, or did you intend to strip him literally and keep him close all throughout the night?

Touji was going to fuck around and find out.

He gives a drawn-out whistle. “Is that an invitation to strip poker I hear?”

Your lips are split open with a proud, confident simper.

“It most certainly is, Touji.”

You can feel a rough hand slip between the slit in your dress before five fingers ghost your thigh, sending gooseflesh ablaze all over the limb. Even the simple, ever so slight touch was so much warmer than you anticipated, though even more warmth settled into your skin when his palm follows, hand gently groping the flesh of your thigh.

“Gives me quite the advantage, though, babe. You’re wearin’ a dress, after all.”

You stand upright with a flighty hand resting on his shoulder as your eyes bore down at him. “So? Who says you’ll even win?”

“Well, I do.”

There’s that smirk again. Just makes you wanna bite those snarky lips of his.

Your hand on his firm shoulder slides to the side of his neck. Oh, how you felt like burying it in hickies right now. “Fine, then I’ll slip off the top of my dress and leave the rest on as a skirt if I lose. Makes two pieces of clothing. Take your jacket off, and we’re even.”

Touji quirks a brow at you, though the expression fades. “Hey, aren’t ya gonna ask me nicely? I don’t like bein’ bossed around, ya know.” He cocks his head to the side, fake pout in place. “Even by pretty women like you.”

“Well, since you called me pretty, I guess I can cooperate,” you tease, bending at the waist to make eye contact with him, your faces a hand’s length apart. “Will you take your jacket off, please? For me?”

“No fuss here.” Touji lurches forward to rob you of autonomy of your lips, but with a proud giggle you jump back, and he misses. Your wink doesn’t alleviate your form of his playful glare even as you saunter around the table and gather up the cards, his eyes silently on you all the while. You grab the pack of cigarettes, their respective lighter, and the ashtray and slide them all his way after he beckons for them, with your not having pegged him as a smoker.

Then again, you heard he disliked alcohol, yet he seemed to almost jump for joy in his seat when it was placed in front of him earlier. He still hadn’t finished what he was given though. You guessed he wanted to avoid getting drunk in a casino of all places, which was very reasonable, albeit still had a taste for the intoxicating liquids. He takes off his jacket as you “asked” and tosses it onto the table where it wouldn’t be in the way.

You honestly hadn’t planned enticing him into a game of strip poker; it just so happened to, well, happen, and you weren’t complaining. As long as it ended your way, that is.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to skip the poker part and get right into the stripping, though, but oh well. This would be plenty of fun regardless.

“Now, are we gonna go all the way, or call it quits just before we can get to the good part?” he asks slyly, poking a cigarette between his lips and lighting away.

“Wouldn’t exactly be strip poker if we didn’t strip,” you chirp, making your way back around the table and shuffling the cards so he can see. You wondered if the old man’s technique was still active. It had apparently fallen on you earlier, and it was possible upon seeing the other patrons dip he released it. “I mean, if you didn’t strip.”

“Confident, how cute,” Touji snarks, then taking a long drag of the cigarette between his middle and index fingers before spewing smoke in a thin line. “Really think you’re gonna win, huh?” He stares you down as he drops ashes in the tray.

“Nope. I know I will, pretty boy.” You give him a wink.

Touji grins at you. “We’ll see about that, babe.”

You huff at him. “To start off I’ll bet my imaginary shirt, as well as my shoes,” you half-joke. “Oh, and if you’ve got socks on, we’ll just count them and your shoes as one item.”

Touji nods understandingly, agreeing, and bets his own shirt and shoes. The fire in his eyes hasn’t fluttered to embers yet. He eyes you closely as he downs a shot of sake before pouring another, cigarette pinched between his knuckles. His whole demeanor has changed, as though he was merely toying around earlier and has now began to take this seriously.

You deal your two cards and Touji’s, then burn the card atop the deck and set out three cards as the flop.

A seven of clubs, a queen of diamonds, and a five of diamonds lays out in front of you..

Meanwhile, you have a six of clubs and a three of spades.

You had two problems before you: one, the old man deactivated his technique; two, he transplanted his technique onto Touji. Given your hand, you were in murky water either way.

You couldn’t read him. You had no tells or mannerisms to decipher. That made you worry.

With a terse brow you deal the turn next: a jack of diamonds.

You could go for a straight. But that’s all you have, and the chance that he had something better was fairly high. There was still a chance he had something worse, though, so you tried to stay fairly optimistic. Had there been other players, you probably could get him to fold, but with two players playing strip poker it wasn’t all that useful. If he had a bad hand and folded, he’d lose clothing, and if he had a bad hand and followed through to the showdown, he’d lose clothing. There was no point.

You place your hand on the deck, reaching for the river, but before you can say anything, Touji waves a lazy hand at you. “Nah, I’m good,” he says through the remaining half of the cigarette.

You deal the river, and your blood runs cold.

A king of spades.

There goes your straight. You had nothing. Time for the showdown.

“Hey, wait.” Touji takes a deep drag. “We didn’t talk about the prize for winnin’.” Smoke escapes from his lips with every syllable, and goddamn was it mesmerizing to watch. You missed what he said because of it, so focused with watching the smoke run amok in the air and the movement of his scarred lips.

You look at him confused, your hand reaching for your wine stopping midair. “What?”

He shrugs at you before resting the cigarette between his lips again. “We didn’t pick a prize.”

“But isn’t keeping your dignity and modesty the ‘prize’ of strip poker?” you ask, not following where he was going, your voice half teasing and half confused.

Touji chuckles a deep and quiet chuckle at you, and chills run up your spine at hearing it. “I didn’t have any of that to begin with,” he cracks. “Besides, that’s boring. Let’s make it an ‘if I win, if you win’ sort of thing.”

Your brow quirks involuntarily at the mischievous glint that takes over his eyes, replacing what was once stoic. Then that smirk returns, and your own mischief arises somewhat.

“So if I win,” he starts, putting out the used up cigarette in the tray, “you have to sit on my lap.”

Really? That was it? No dance, even?

Maybe he was giving you the chance to surprise him if you lost.

“Okay. If I win...” You think for a second, lips pouting in concentration before you shrug. “You have to start coming here regularly.”

“That’s quite demanding.” He smirks at you. “High maintenance, are we?”

You give him a toothy simper and wink in response. “Always. Now, let’s showdown.”

The two of you place your cards on the table, and upon landing on his cards, your eyes widen. He had... two pairs, with fours and sevens. Meanwhile, you had nothing.

“Alright, hotstuff!” he beams confidently, twirling a finger in the air. “Get to strippin’ for me.”

Well, you knew it was coming.

Without a word you unclasp your high heels at the back of your heel before sliding them off and dropping them atop the table. Directly looking Touji in the eye, you slowly unzip your dress at the side and slide it off your torso just as leisurely, letting it gather at your lap and around your hips. Not having worn any bra or padding of any sort, your tits are out in the open and bare for him to take in their glory - which he does conspicuously.

“Be a dear and don’t just say ‘nice tits’” you interject cattily when he opens his mouth to speak.

Touji chuckles that chuckle again. “Alright. Nice nips, then.”

You can’t deny the flush that rises up your neck to your cheeks at the... compliment(?), though it somehow reminds you rather quickly that it wasn’t exactly warm in the room. It was, in fact, too cool for having worn such a dress. You had pushed it aside and ignore it, but there was no ignoring it now. Especially by your perky, hardening nipples.

“You just wait,” you shoot back. “Soon enough I’ll be gawking at yours.”

He’s enjoying this; the smirk cracking open his lips tells you as much. “Ya say that like it’s a bad thing. Go for it, babe.”

You gather the cards and proceed as normal, though this time your upper half and feet are bare.

“What’re you betting?” you ask. “I have one outer layer left.”

“Well,” he grunts, shifting in his seat to rest his ankle on the other knee, “since ya wanna see me shirtless so badly, I’ll bet that.”

You playfully scoff at him as you deal your respective cards and then the flop. This time you’re blessed with two of the same suit, consisting of a nine and two of hearts. Okay. Have to start somewhere.

You glance at the flop, noting that one of the three matches your suit. The others aren’t any help to you. All the while Touji is silent, having apparently lit up another cigarette, though he was taking his time with this one, as if savouring it. You say nothing.

Next you deal the turn and internally claim your victory prematurely, as it also followed your suit. A jack it was. Without any banter between the two of you, this round was passing quickly. Touji was still clearly amused, though, by the smirk that widened and tilt of his head when you made eye contact. You wondered why he was quiet with you topless in front of him, and if you were being honest, you were getting impatient; maybe even a bit nervous.

The river comes out as an ace of hearts. Ha! A flush! Much better.

“Drop ‘em,” you say triumphantly, then placing your cards down to reveal your flush.

Touji makes a noise you can’t decipher and lays down his cards. “All I got is a three of a kind.” He almost seems surprised, though not in a negative way.

“Your turn to strip, hotstuff.” You giggle at him as you throw the nickname back at Touji, who holds up his hands in the air amidst defeat with a playful grin. Soon thereafter he grabs the hem of his shirt and slips it off in one smooth go, sliding it over his back and against his hair, which becomes an utter mess as a result. You rest your elbow on the table and set your chin in the palm of your hand, taking in the sight of chiseled muscles and very apparent veins dancing all over the exposed, surprisingly only rarely scarred skin in front of you. Your eyes certainly lingered on the few scars there, though, and you bit your lip.

You previously thought that with his line of work, scars would come in faster than his paychecks, especially given his reputation. But maybe he had more skill than his rep let on, and so he dodged scarring like he dodged commitment.

You’d planned to wolf whistle just to tease him, but you’re much too impressed and enraptured with what you see to do so. You shift in your seat almost anxiously, biting your tongue. You snap yourself out of it and swallow heavily, before sipping your alcohol.

“Nice nips,” you joke while you set down the sparkly clear glass back onto the table. It’s empty, now.

Touji leans back in his seat and pulls his shoulders back. “Aren’t they? Take ‘em in all you want, sweetcheeks. Won’t bother me.”

You laugh. Maybe it was the alcohol bringing about your rising giddy intoxication, or maybe it was Touji himself. You had to admit, the atmosphere was getting surprisingly comfortable, casual and you didn’t expect that. This dangerous, deadly man had you going from intrigued, to vexed and wanting to pull your hair out, to challenging and wanting to crush him, to wanting him and all of him - all in the span of one night.

You reflected on this as you played the next round before your untimely loss, your luck apparently having run out.

“Aha!” Touji claps his hands together triumphantly in one loud smack.

“Hush, you,” you playfully snip before rising to your feet. Your dress is just barely held up by the tension of its tightness hugging your figure, though it’s not so tight that you’ll have difficulty sliding it down. Making direct eye contact with a little smirk, ever so slowly you dig your thumbs into the fabric and push the dress down whilst wiggling and writhing your hips, partly to help aid the fabric past your hips and partly as a show for Touji, who drinks it right up. He watches you intently, cigarette between his lips and whiskey tumbler in hand, a rather enraptured and hungry look to his eyes.

Once the dress is down low enough, you bend over slightly to let it slip past your knees before standing upright again to show off your black lacy, tiny panties. They’re honestly not covering much of anything, a small triangle hiding away your soft cunt, another at your asscheeks, and strings with a tinge of lace to hold it all together. You’re sure to tug the string at the side of your hip as you sit down, letting it go and snapping it against your plump skin before your ass reaches the seat.

“Cute, huh?” you ask, voice innocent but intentions and meaning clearly anything but.

“Black,” he says huskily, “my favourite.”

“I always try to pander toward my patrons in some way,” you say, fake song of gratitude dancing from your lips. “Happy to hear that.”

Touji takes down another shot of sake and sets the empty cup aside before giving his lips a quick lip, which admittedly makes you squirm. “C’mon,” he makes a shooing motion at the cards, “hurry and deal the last round. I’m itchin’ to have ya on my lap.” He says the last bit with a wide smirk, and honestly, it’s an understatement. Touji knew the moment he saw you that he wanted your pretty little form against him, ready for him to touch, caress, and manhandle as he pleased. Oh, to have those legs pinned up against your chest as he pounds into you-

Ah, shit.

It’s over before you, on the other hand, know it. Maybe it was your giddiness, maybe the alcohol, or maybe this smooth asshole was riling up you and your hormones, you didn’t know. It didn’t really matter honestly.

You sigh. “Alright, that’s my loss.”

“And my win,” he cuts in happily, leaning back in his seat lazily. “Oi, let me be a gentleman and take them off for you, will ya?”

You genuinely contemplate his remark for a second, nearly considering actually letting him slip down your panties just for the hell of it. “Sorry, darling, but that wasn’t in the deal.”

“Damn.”

With a giggle, you hop up from your seat and curl your thumbs in the straps of your panties, rolling the tiny bits of lace a little as you do so. “Can’t blame you for trying, pretty boy,” you joke, just before you begin to slide them down. In response Touji shrugs in his own form of defeat, then adjusting himself in his seat to accommodate a comfortable space for you to sit your lovely, bare ass on.

Touji watches silently, intensely, as you roll the silken panties down and drop them loose once they reach your knees. He eyes you up and down unashamedly while you stand up straight, your arms held out to the side as if to show off your figure. You were a treat to look at, to say the least.

He motions you over again with a smirk.

You couldn’t help but sigh at his warmth. Touji really was a human volcano of heat, and despite the hot and sweltering day, the night was frigid and cool, bringing a chill all the way to your very bones. Your breaths were slow and even and you were fully relaxed, having bathed and leaping into your love’s embrace. Your legs were curled up in his lap, your upper body leaning against Touji’s chest as he held you close, one hand on the outside of your exposed thigh and the other wrapped around your shoulders.

“You’re so cute when you’re asleep,” you hear Touji purr, voice low and velvety, his hand soothingly kneading your thigh. He did that often while you were asleep, unbeknownst to you. This time he knew you were awake; he just loved getting a rise out of you by teasing you. You always fell asleep first.

“Not... asleep yet,” you slur, haphazardly giving a defiant slap to his pec, though intended as a playful slap it ended up being a lazy pat. “Jerk. It’s your fault for bein’ so... cozy and stuff.”

“And stuff?” he teases. “What is that supposed to mean, eh?”

You huff at him and further delve your face into his neck to hide it, though that only spurs him on.

“Hey, hey, hey. C’mon. What’s it mean?”

“No!” you squeak, heat rushing to your cheeks for seemingly no reason in particular. You hadn’t meant anything by it, saying “stuff” as just a filler. But it seemed he had every intention to twist it and use it against you to get you a blushing mess.

“Oh, I get it. So you’re saying I’m good in the sack,” you hear him say after a fairly long pause, and you bolt off of his chest to glare at him defensively.

“I said no such thing!” Your glare is totally put off by the slight pout in your lips.

“Uhuh. But you’re not saying it isn’t true.”

You can feel the heat in your cheeks worsen to the point you for a fact he knows it.

He gives you a toothy smirk, the scar cutting through the corner of his mouth deforming. “Hey. Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” he asks, as if unaware of the effect his teasing has on you.

You huff at him. “You’re such a jerk,” you grumble, then moving back into your special place and ushering the blanket over you, completely pulling it off of Touji’s feet and up to his spread knees.