The night settled over the Yamazaki estate, a fortress of power and blood-soaked tradition. Toji sat by the open window of his room, cigarette burning between his fingers, the black paper with a gold butt glinting under the moonlight. He exhaled slow, watching the smoke twist up into the dark. The courtyard stretched wide below, lanterns casting long shadows over stone pathways. The place was massive....far too big for someone like him, someone who didn't give a shit about legacy or honor.
Lately his sleep had been fucked up. The second he closed his eyes, the nightmares crawled in.
A well...deep, endless, suffocating. He was trapped, the walls slick with something wet and pulsing. The air stank of rot. And in the dark, things moved. Cursed spirits...whispering his name, laughing, reaching with twisted hands.
The dream always ended the same way, him drowning, clawing for air, his own blood rising past his lips.
Toji exhaled sharply, shaking off the unease, and took another slow drag from his cigarette.
Then the doors slid open behind him, a soft creak cutting through the quiet. He knew who it was and he had been waiting for this and a smirk spread across his face. He got up, slow and cocky, turning to see her standing there in the hallway.
Komi...tall, slim, and stupidly beautiful...clutched a futon to her chest like it could hide her. Her night kimono flowed around her, thin and white, hugging her perfect figure her long legs, soft curves, skin so pale it glowed in the dark. Her long black hair fell straight down her back, silky and shiny, framing a face that could stop hearts: big, deep violet eyes, trembling lips, cheeks already pink with nerves. She was a goddes, too pretty for this world, and way too shy to handle a guy like him. Her hands shook, twisting the futon fabric, and she couldn't even look at him, her eyes glued to the floor.
"Komi," Toji said, voice low and teasing, flopping back onto his futon like he owned the world. "What're you doing here at night?" He asked with a teasing look.
She shuffled forward, her bare feet whispering on the wood floor, and mumbled something so quiet he barely caught it. "Ah… th-that… aunty said we sh-should… I should… room…" Her voice shook, her face getting redder, and she clutched the futon tighter, like it could hide her.
Toji laughed, a deep, rough sound, leaning back on his elbows. "Aunty, huh? Sure she did." He ordered the maids to tell her, he'd been messing with her. Teasing Komi was his new favorite game for the past month, and now here she was, right where he wanted her. "Come on, sit," he said, patting the spot next to him, smirking bigger, watching her squirm.
She hesitated, biting her lip, then quietly laid her futon down next to his...too close, but not close enough. "Sh-shouldn't I… sleep further away?" she whispered, barely looking at him, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her kimono.
Toji tilted his head, smirking like a cat with a mouse. "I dunno, should we?" he asked, dragging out the words. "You're lying, right?" He leaned closer, his voice dropping low, playful but sharp. "You came here on your own, didn't you?"
"Huh?" Komi's eyes shot up, wide and dumbfounded, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. "N-no—?"
He cut her off, grinning wider, loving how she squirmed. "I saw those books you hide, Komi. You are a very naughty girl, huh?" Her eyes went huge, panic flashing across her face as she tried to sputter excuses, waving her hands like she could push the words away. "N-no, I—I didn't—th-they're not—"
Toji slid closer...way too close...until his hot breath brushed her cheek, his scarred, muscular body looming over her. "You came here to do naughty things, right?" he whispered, voice dark and teasing, his glowing blue-dotted eyes locked on hers. "To take advantage of me while I sleep, huh?" Her face turned beet red, her breath hitching, and she looked like she might bolt or melt.
"Or…" He pinned her wrists to the floor with his big hands, his arms flexing, muscles tight under the scars. His face hovered inches from hers, noses almost touching, his lips so close she could feel the heat. "Do you want me to do naughty things?" His voice was a growl now, low and rough, dripping with promise.
Komi's breath stopped, her wide eyes flicking down to his lips, then to his chest. "You… you smell like blood," she whispered, voice shaky, her gaze stuck on his lips.
Toji's smirk softened, just a little, his eyes narrowing. "You hate it?" he asked, quieter, watching her close.
She didn't answer, just trembled under him, her chest heaving fast. He laughed, low and dirty, and let go of one wrist, sliding his hand down to her chin, tipping her face up. "Guess not," he muttered, then crashed his lips into hers, hard and messy. She gasped against him, stiff at first, but he didn't care...he pushed his tongue in, tasting her, taking what he wanted. Her hands flailed, pushing at his chest, but it was like shoving a brick wall. He pulled back, smirking, a string of spit connecting their lips.
"You're cute when you're scared," he said, voice rough again crashing his lips into hers. It wasn't gentle—nothing about Toji ever was. His kiss was hard, hungry, claiming her mouth like he'd been starving for it. Komi gasped against him, her hands jerking under his grip, but she didn't pull away. She melted into it, her lips soft and clumsy, kissing him back with a desperation she didn't know she had. His tongue pushed past, tasting her, and she whimpered, the sound sending a jolt straight through him.
He let go of her wrists, one hand sliding up her arm, rough fingers brushing her skin, leaving goosebumps. The other grabbed her waist, yanking her closer until she was pressed against him, her soft curves fitting into his hard edges. "Komi," he growled into her mouth, breaking the kiss just enough to breathe, his voice thick with want. "You've been driving me crazy, you know that?"
She blinked up at him, eyes hazy, lips swollen from his roughness. "I—I didn't—" she started, but he cut her off with another kiss, deeper this time, his hand sliding down to grip her hip, fingers digging in. She moaned soft, her hands grabbing his kimono, pulling him closer like she couldn't stop herself.
Toji pulled back, smirking down at her, his breath hot on her face. "Liar," he said, voice teasing but dark. "You wanted this. Sneaking in here, blushing like that...you've been thinking about me, huh?" He slid his hand up her side, brushing the edge of her chest through the kimono, watching her shiver "You're cute when you're scared Komi," he said, voice rough with want as he bit her neck breathing in the smell of jasmine like he was some wild animal.
Komi's eyes watered, her breath shaky. "T-Toji, I—"
"Shut up," he growled, cutting her off, and yanked her kimono open with one tug. The silk tore a little, sliding off her shoulders, baring her chest to the cool air. Her breasts spilled out, soft and full, and Toji's smirk turned hungry. "Look at you," he muttered, grabbing one in his big hand, squeezing hard, feeling it's softness. She yelped, squirming under him, but he held her down, lowering his mouth to her pink nipple. He sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, his tongue flicking over it while she whimpered, hands clutching his hair, not sure if she was pulling him off or pulling him closer.
"T-Toji, s-stop—" she gasped, voice breaking, but he just laughed against her skin, sucking harder, leaving red marks. He moved to the other one, biting down just enough to make her cry out, then teasing it with slow, wet licks. "You don't hate it," he said, voice muffled against her, "you're just too shy to say it."
Toji's grin was pure sin as he pinned her beneath him, her torn kimono a useless pile of silk around her trembling body. Her soft curves were bare now, exposed to the dim light, her skin flushed red from his rough hands and relentless teasing. Komi's big, dark eyes were wide with panic, tears clinging to her lashes, but Toji didn't care...he loved how she looked, all helpless and flustered, caught in his grip. Her wrists were still trapped under his muscular arms, her chest heaving fast, and he could feel her pulse racing under his fingertips. He spread her legs wider with his knees, rough and impatient, his scarred body looming over her like a predator ready to devour.
"Look at you," he growled, voice low and thick with hunger, his glowing green eyes raking over her...every inch of her soft, trembling form his to claim. He slid a hand down her stomach, slow and deliberate, watching her squirm as his calloused fingers brushed her skin. Her breath hitched, a shaky little whimper slipping out, and he smirked, dark and dirty. "You are making me very hard Komi," he muttered, his hand dipping lower, teasing the edge of her thighs, making her twitch. She tried to close her legs, instinct kicking in, but he forced them apart again, pinning her open with his weight.
"T-Toji, please—" she gasped, voice cracking, her face burning as she squirmed under him. Her hands pushed weakly at his chest, but it was pointless...he was a wall of muscle, unmovable, and he wasn't stopping. His fingers found her, sliding between her legs, rough and bold, brushing against her heat. She jolted, a sharp cry escaping her lips, but he didn't pause...pushed two thick fingers inside her, deep and hard, without a warning. Her body arched, a mix of shock and pain flashing across her face, her walls clenching tight around him as he curled his fingers, stretching her.
"Fuck," Toji groaned, his voice a low, guttural rumble that vibrated through the air like a predator's growl. His eyes locked onto her face, dark and unyielding, drinking in every twitch, every flicker of emotion as he pumped his fingers into her. Slow at first, deliberate, letting her feel the intrusion, then faster, relentless, merciless, a rhythm designed to unravel her. She was soaking wet, her heat slick and dripping down his hand, coating his knuckles in a glistening sheen that caught the dim light. He loved it...reveled in it...the way her body betrayed her, the way it surrendered even as she whimpered and shook her head in weak denial.
"So wet for me," he rasped, leaning down to growl the words against her throat. His hot breath ghosted over her skin, sending shivers racing down her spine, a cruel contrast to the fire he stoked inside her. His teeth sank into her neck, hard enough to bruise, hard enough to claim, sucking the tender flesh as his fingers thrust deeper, twisting inside her with vicious precision, hitting those raw, hidden spots that made her gasp and writhe beneath him. "You're such a liar, Komi...acting all shy when you're this needy."
Her tears spilled over, hot and unstoppable, streaking down her flushed cheeks like rivers of shame. Her voice broke into fragile, trembling sobs "N-no, I-I don't—" But her hips bucked against his hand, involuntary, desperate, a traitor to her own words. Toji's laugh was low and wicked, a sound that slithered into her bones and made her stomach twist with dread and something darker. He could feel her tightening around his fingers, her walls clenching as her body fought to keep up with the onslaught.
"Yeah, you do," he muttered, sucking another bruise onto her neck, his thumb finding her clit and brushing it with slow, cruel circles. The pressure was maddening, a tease that built and built until she cried out louder, her nails clawing into his arms, leaving jagged red scratches that only fueled his fire. He didn't stop...wouldn't stop...pushing a third finger inside her, stretching her further, forcing a scream from her throat as her body shook under the brutal pleasure he inflicted.
Toji sensed it...the shuddering tension in her frame, the way her walls pulsed around his fingers...and his grin widened, dark and predatory. "That's it," he muttered, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. He curled his fingers inside her, relentless, hitting that spot again and again until her screams turned shrill, piercing the air like a wounded animal's cry. Her body seized, back bowing as the wave crashed over her, a brutal, shattering climax that tore through her with ruthless force. She came undone, her juices flooding his hand, hot and slick, her thighs quaking as she sobbed through it...half pleasure, half pain.
He pulled his hand free, slow and deliberate, her essence glistening on his fingers like a trophy. Her body slumped, trembling, chest heaving with ragged breaths as the aftershocks rippled through her. Toji held his hand up, smirking...a dark, dirty curl of his lips that promised more cruelty to come. "Taste good," he said, his voice rough with lust, and licked them clean right in front of her, his tongue sliding slow and obscene over each digit, savoring her like a delicacy. His eyes never left hers, pinning her with a gaze that stripped her bare, forcing her to watch as he claimed every last trace of her defeat.
Her face burned, shame and want twisting together, and he chuckled, grabbing her chin with his wet hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Open your mouth," he ordered, voice low and commanding, a dangerous edge to it that made her freeze.
"W-what?" she stuttered, eyes wide, tears still dripping, but he didn't wait—jammed his thumb between her lips, prying them apart rough and fast. "I said open," he snarled, his other hand yanking his black night kimono open, freeing himself. He was thick, hard, pulsing with need, and he shoved it toward her face, smirking like a devil. "Take it, Komi. Now."
She shook her head fast, panic flaring, seeing the size. "N-no, I-I don't want—" she started, voice small and scared, but Toji grabbed her hair, tangling his fingers in her ponytail and yanking her head forward hard. "Yeah, you do," he growled, voice dark and mean, dripping with heat. "Be my good girl." He pushed himself into her mouth, groaning loud as her soft lips stretched around him, hot and wet. She gagged hard, hands shoving at his thighs, tears streaming faster down her flushed cheeks. She hated it...the salty taste, the heavy weight choking her, the way it filled her throat...but Toji didn't give a damn. He thrust in deeper, holding her head still with a tight grip, his hips rocking slow at first, then harder.
"Fuck, that's it," he moaned, eyes half-closed, lost in the feel of her mouth, her tongue pressed flat against him. Her muffled whimpers vibrated around him, making him twitch, and he smirked down at her, loving the sight...her teary eyes, her red face, the spit dripping down her chin as she struggled. "Look at you, taking me so good," he teased, voice rough and filthy, thrusting deeper until she choked, her throat tightening around him. "Don't fight it...suck it, Komi."
She tried to pull back, gagging louder, her hands clawing at his legs, but he held her there, relentless, pushing himself in until her nose brushed his skin. "Yeah, like that," he growled. Her sobs were muffled, wet and broken, but her tongue moved...clumsy, unwilling...trying to keep up, and it drove him wild. "Such a naughty little thing," he muttered, thrusting faster, his breath hitching as he watched her break under him, tears mixing with the mess on her face.
He pulled out after a bit, slow and deliberate, letting her gasp and cough, spit trailing from her lips to his tip. She was a wreck...cheeks soaked, eyes red, chest heaving...but he just grinned, wiping her mouth with his thumb, smearing the mess across her face. "Not bad," he said, voice dark and teasing, leaning down to lick a tear off her cheek, tasting salt and shame. "You're learning, huh?" She glared at him, shaky and mad, her breath ragged, but he laughed, low and hot, pushing her back onto the futon with a rough shove. "Don't give me that look," he muttered, climbing over her again, his big body pinning her down. "We're just getting started."
Toji's grin turned sharp, his green eyes glinting. "Hate it?" he asked, voice low, daring her to say yes.
She didn't answer, just shook her head fast, tears spilling down her cheeks. "N-no—I—I don't—please, let me go—" Her voice cracked, desperate, but it only made him want her more.
He'd already wrecked her...sucked her breasts raw, left bite marks all over, forced his fingers deep inside until she'd screamed, her slick heat dripping down his hand. Now, she was open, vulnerable, and he wasn't waiting anymore. "Look at you," he growled, voice low and rough, thick with dark want as he grabbed her hips, yanking her closer. His hands were brutal, digging into her soft ass, leaving bruises she'd feel for days. "All mine now, huh?" He spread her wider, his knees shoving her thighs apart until she whimpered, her untouched body quivering under him.
"T-Toji, wait—" she choked out, voice small and breaking, her hands pushing at his chest, nails scraping uselessly against his scars. Unlike Toji, It was her first time...she'd never done this, never even come close...and the fear hit her hard, mixing with the heat pooling low in her belly. She didn't want this, not like this, but her body wouldn't listen, trembling and needy despite the panic clawing at her chest.
"Wait?" he laughed, dark and mean, leaning down until his hot breath burned her ear. "No waiting, Komi. You're in my world now." He bit her earlobe, hard, drawing a sharp gasp, then licked the sting away, his tongue wet and slow.
"N-no, I-I didn't—" she stammered, but he cut her off, grabbing her wrists and slamming them above her head, pinning them with one big hand. His other hand slid down, gripping himself...thick, hard, pulsing with need...and lined up against her, pressing just enough to make her feel it. She froze, eyes wide, breath hitching fast. "Please, Toji—I-I've never—"
She screamed, high and raw, her body arching off the futon as pain ripped through her, sharp and searing. Her walls clenched tight around him, untouched and unprepared, and blood trickled out, warm and wet, staining the futon beneath her. It hurt...God, it hurt..and her tears flowed faster, sobs shaking her small frame.
"Fuck," Toji groaned, low and guttural, his head tipping back as he felt her—hot, tight, squeezing him like a vice. "So damn tight...shit, Komi, you're killing me." He didn't stop, didn't give her a second to adjust...pulled back slow, dragging against her raw insides, then slammed back in, deeper, harder. Her scream turned into a broken cry, her nails clawing at his hand, but he held her down, grinning like a devil as he watched her fall apart. "Hurts, huh?" he teased, voice dark and thick, thrusting again, relentless. "Good. Means you'll remember who owns you."
She was a mess...sobbing, gasping, her body trembling under the weight of him, the pain slicing through her like a knife. "T-Toji, stop—it's too much—" she begged, voice cracking, her legs kicking weakly, trying to push him off. But he was too strong, too big, and he loved it...the way she fought, the way her body shook, the way she couldn't escape him.
"Stop?" he growled, leaning down to bite her neck, teeth sinking in deep enough to draw blood. "I'm gonna wreck you Komi" He sucked the mark, tasting copper and salt, his hips slamming into her again, faster now, the futon creaking under the force. "You're mine, Komi... all mine. No one else gets this." His thrusts were punishing, each one a claim, stretching her open, forcing her to take him...every thick, hard inch. Her cries turned into whimpers, pain mixing with something darker, something she couldn't name, her body starting to give in even as her mind screamed no.
He let go of her wrists, grabbing her thighs instead, yanking them up around his waist. "Wrap 'em around me," he ordered, voice rough and commanding, and when she didn't move...too dazed, too scared—he did it himself, hooking her legs over his hips. It drove him deeper, hitting spots inside her that made her gasp, a sharp jolt of pleasure cutting through the pain. "There it is," he muttered, smirking down at her tear-streaked face, her lips parted in a silent scream. "Feel that? You're made for this...for me."
Her hands flailed, grabbing at his shoulders, his hair, anything to hold on as he pounded into her, the rhythm brutal and unyielding. "I-I can't—" she sobbed, but her body betrayed her...clenching tighter, hips twitching up to meet him, a dark, twisted need blooming inside her despite the agony. He felt it, groaned loud, and grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him, his glowing green eyes locking onto hers.
"Say you want it," he snarled, thrusting harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Her blood and slick coated him, making every move slicker, hotter, and he loved it...loved how she was breaking, how she was his. "Say it, Komi, or I'll fuck you 'til you can't walk."
She shook her head, tears streaming, but he didn't let up...grabbed her chin, squeezing tight, his thrusts slowing just enough to tease, to make her feel every inch dragging inside her. "Say it," he growled again, voice low and dangerous, his lips brushing hers, tasting her tears. "Beg to me that you want your monster."
"I-I—" she choked, voice barely a whisper, her body shaking, torn between pain and the dark heat curling in her core. He thrust hard again, a punishing snap of his hips, and she broke. "I want it," she whimpered, so quiet he almost didn't hear, her face burning with shame.
"Louder," he barked, slamming into her, making her scream again, her voice raw and desperate.
"I want it!" she cried, sobbing harder, her hands clutching his arms like a lifeline. He grinned, victorious, a dark king claiming his prize, and picked up the pace...fast, brutal, relentless...chasing his own edge while dragging her with him. "Good girl," he groaned, voice thick with lust, his hands digging into her hips as he fucked her harder, deeper, the futon sliding under them.
It went on...hot, messy, dark...him taking her over and over, teasing her until she couldn't fight anymore, her shy resistance crumbling under his relentless push. When he finally finished, spilling inside her with a loud groan, he collapsed beside her, sweaty and smug, pulling her close. She was trembling, tears still wet on her cheeks, but she didn't pull away...curled into him instead, her breath shaky.
After a while, he smirked, brushing her sweaty hair back. "Told you," he muttered, voice hoarse. "You wanted this." She blushed, hiding her face, but nodded, her hand resting on his scarred chest, feeling his heartbeat.
Toji kissed her forehead, softer this time, and pulled her closer, the futon a wreck under them. Outside, the night was quiet, and after months Toji had a good sleep without those nightmares.