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Dead Money, pt. 2. (find pt. 1 here)

Touji x female!reader [n.sfw]

ADULT CONTENT. Minors, DNI.

tadaaa- part two! hope you lovelies enjoy. im scared this is gonna flop so don’t be shy and tell me what you think of it!! ;;;

@ronnasey tumblr still won’t let me tag you love, sorry!!

Warnings: swearing, very slight shotgunning, thigh fucking, thigh riding, spanking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, tiny daddy kink, creampie, mating press, lil breeding kink (but no mention of baby/pregnancy), one use of “slut,” if i’ve forgotten something i’m sorry and feel free to let me know <3

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You make your way right to him and ready yourself to sit your rear on one knee and let your legs dangle over the other, but he stops you by grabbing onto you before your bare ass can so much as touch him. You think for a second he’d rather you straddle him.

“Nope. Turn ‘round,” he orders, twirling a finger in the air, and you have no will to disobey. Meanwhile he rests the still-lit cigarette in the tray.

Standing back up and turning around, you lift your right leg to the outside of his respective leg, and repeat the process with your left and his left leg. You let Touji guide you to his lap, his rough and warm hands squeezing your hips as he pulls you toward his lap until finally you rest there, most of your weight resting on his thighs with your back to his bare chest.

Touji’s scent is musky and strong, and you’re surprised you haven’t noticed it until now. He smelled a lot better (and more expensive) than you expected, and the smell of this man alone almost had you dizzy with lust. You gulp, your hands instinctively resting on his hard thighs outside your hips. You feel the warmth of his toned chest against your back suddenly, his hands grazing upward to your ribcage.

“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.

“So,” he says, “your place, or mine, hotstuff?”

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Dead Money, pt. 1. (find pt. 2 here)

Touji x female!reader [n.sfw]

ADULT CONTENT. Minors, DNI.

i feel like i bled for this fic and it still didn’t turn out how i wanted, so i really hope you all enjoy it!! ><

super big thanks to @ronnasey for helping my dumb ass understand poker!! if i did something wrong feel free to yell at me ;;~;; i can’t tag you for some reason, sorry!!

Warnings: swearing, alcohol use, cigarette use, gambling, strip poker, lots of innuendos, keep calm there will be a part 2-

Words: 6633 (the fuck?)

Fushiguro Touji was not a particularly unlucky man, nor was he one to take too kindly to something bound by fate such as luck. His entire existence was one big “fuck you” to fate, to the world of jujutsu, to his clan, all of that and more. Gambling was one favourite pastime of his, one fed by his greed and the expensive and risky jobs it lead him to. “Caution” didn’t always find itself in his vocabulary, as cool and calculated a man he was.

And so it wasn’t entirely rarely he found himself on the losing end of a bet or game of cards. Sometimes his recklessness was brought about by spite and disdain; other times, pride, and now and then, utter boredom. Very rarely did he let curiosity or the aforementioned drag him along by the ear to overly risky engagements, though. Well, maybe right now was an exception to that rule. Touji is human, after all. And nobody’s perfect, right?

Touji didn’t fancy pissing away his earnings getting wasted in whatever shithole he could find, like some others do. So when he was told he had to cut through some sleazy bar to get to his next source of entertainment, he wasn’t thrilled. Knowing the reward would be worth it, he went through with it anyway. Besides, his “new buddies” wouldn’t be part of the rough rabble downstairs drinking their sorrows away; they were well-established in this particular endeavor. Bypassing the bar still wasn’t ideal, but it can’t be helped when the law is in question. After all, most forms of gambling are banned in Japan.

As much as he enjoyed the thrill of horse racing, on the gamblers’ part, there was no active hand in the outcome of their bets, and it became tiresome after a while. Repetitive, too. There was no bluffing, lying through one’s teeth with no remorse, and there was no way of irking fellow gamblers beside verbal provocation - something Touji knew he was good at: getting under people’s skin and toying with them.

And imagine the intrigue that sprouted within him at the mention of a pretty little gem like you running an underground casino of a sort. He only knew your given name, as was the case for anyone who knew of your unsavory “establishment,” though the rumors of a woman by your name robbing away the hearts (and wallets) of men and women alike who dared gamble with you gave him enough reason to be interested. According to his not-so-savory source, not one person who had the balls to challenge you has won - as if he needed even more incentive to track you down and have a showdown with you.

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.

“C’mon over, babe. Don’t be shy.”

#jjk #touji x reader #toji x reader #fushiguro toji #fushiguro touji #toji smut #touji smut #zen'in toji #zen'in touji #jjk x reader #jjk smut #don't yell at me for romanising his name as touji instead of toji lmao

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Why do you like Naoya so much? Genuinely no hate, I’m just curious because I can’t stand him, lol

he just makes my dick hard tbh 🥵😩

jjk spoilers for the real answer 😋 this got kind of long lmao

tw familial abuse, trauma. not detailed but it is talked about throughout

okok honestly he's just,, an interesting character to me. like i know he's a douche bc of the misogyny and whatnot, but to me it all just highlights how he's a product of generational trauma & how his entire life is spent moulding him into the image of the perfect zen'in. it's like everything he says is smth he's learned from the zen'in textbook; he was never truly given a chance to become an individual, he was taught how to act and what he should be. idk it's just kinda sad to have all that individuality get taken away from you at a young age. also like, age-wise he's close to gojou (only a year younger iirc) and taking into account the relationship btwn zen'ins and gojous, i feel like there would've been a lot of pressure on him to be the ideal and be good enough to go up against satoru. i think it's emphasised in his wanting to be on par with touji and gojou; he's like constantly pushing himself to this unattainable dream that's been forced onto him because if he isn't as strong as his rivals then he's weak and useless. we already know how influential the zen'ins are (keeping maki from going from grade 4 to 1 or wtv) but she's also... part of a generation sort of helped by gojou. she still gets to go on tough missions and interact with other sorcerers (classmates and otherwise). but then we see touji who left the zen'ins and he. yknow. only made a living through murder. if naoya was to try fight against his own family, it's obvious they'd make his life even more hellish. he wouldn't have the connections maki does as a school student to get to do challenging missions. the zen'ins would keep him at a low grade so he wouldn't get good missions either. staying in the clan was probably the easiest way for him to protect himself from that life. whilst he's still mistreated he hasn't got it as bad as others since he's strong & has a cursed technique - giving all that up and willingly putting himself against the clan is just,, not the smartest thing to do which is understandable, if not a little relatable. he just wants to protect himself. he's putting himself first because that's all he's ever been taught to do.

honestly he reminds me of this girl I knew who was like kind of a model student in the sense that she'd answer all the homework questions and shit, whereas I'd like only answer the last few hard ones and call it a day. like she put in way more effort than i did into things, but then when it came to exams, I'd score higher. and like,, naoya just,, his whole life he's been pushed to the extremes to reach that goal and be the very best, but it's out of his reach. his birth didn't shift the balance of the universe like gojou's did. he's not got heavenly restriction like touji. he didnt even inherit the clan technique like megumi did. he's just some guy who's been put through the wringer, but nothing much amounts from his actions bc he's not as special as the ppl around him.

at the end of the day, he's remembered as being a dick bc no one thinks abt the kind of trauma he would've endured staying in the zen'in house bc it's never talked about in relation to him. we feel sad for maki, mai and touji bc their experiences are told outright, but we never think abt the ppl who had to stay in the house where that abuse all happened. ppl just assume if they stayed in the house they were either okay w it, or they were the females/ servants that you kind of feel bad for bc of implied mistreatment due to status/gender, but some (e.g. the mothers) you may dislike for 'enabling' the men. ugh idk if this point is making sense like I want it to, but it's like,,, because naoya fits the mould of the abuser (male, has cursed energy & technique), ppl don't ever think he can be the victim of that abuser ?? ..... Even tho he can be and he probably (at least imo) was. it's like ppl just assume bc naoya was quicker to submit to his position, nothing happened to him which I personally doubt is the truth. and it's like there's no one around him that can actually save him from that/ take him out of that cycle, so he falls back into what will keep him alive which is just obeying the abusers and fitting into that mould.

tbh, this thinking can be applied to others like jinichi but he's ugly so idc much abt him lolol. jkjk i also don't think he had as much pressure as naoya did to be perfect bc naoya was the one pushed to be the next head of the clan.

and even the extreme reaction of naoya wanting to kill megumi for becoming the next head just speaks volumes on his view of his own self-worth..... he's been trained to be the next head his whole life, but if he's not that then he's good for nothing and useless. all the suffering he endured was pointless.

ugh I really wouldve liked him to ,, yknow stay alive lmao bc i think that genuinely could've pushed him to change. the source of his generation of zen'ins' misery (the elders/ their parents) were all dead and so.... it would mean he'd get to grow into himself. he wouldn't have that external pressure on him, he wouldn't have to worry abt what they would think of him/ fitting their mould, and it just would've been such a nice redemption arc to actually see a change and see the humbling effects of maki's actions on him :(

I swear this is my last paragraph on him lmao but I think some of his own individuality comes out in a v harmless way in the japanese volumes. he actually refers to maki/mai with -chan at the end, and touji/gojou with -kun. the guys one I'm sure is become he's always viewed himself to be on par/ wanting to be on their level, so.... there's still some kind of respect for them & wanting to be closer to/more personal with them? which totally goes against what he's grown up to believe since they're the enemy?? and for the girls, whilst i know that suffix can be used in a belittling/ mocking way, its kinda cute to imagine that he says that bc at the end of the day they're his family and..... they're probably some of the only ppl he actually views as decent, relatable and, well, his /real/ family. he also calls his dad 'papa' which is probably his way of,,, trying to be cheeky and have some personality other than what he's been forced into being? it's like the child in him that's always wanted to be taken care of and live a normal life calling his dad papa to like,, paint the picture of normalcy when it's anything but. he probably gets away with small things like this bc he still generally listens to them and follows their ideals, so he's holding onto the small blessings when he can :(

#im not proofreading alla that good luck if ur actually interested in my answer #its 4am so i just. typed wtv came to mind and hoped for the best lmaoo #the most impt point is that hes hot tho. im forcing him to marry me #he definitely deserves a tag after this. i just. need to think of smth sexy and fitting #SGHDKS ANW THANK U FOR ASKING THIS WAS FUN TO THINK ABT <333 #anon #wait hold up why cant u stand him :(( sit down and enjoy his pretty face :((#906 / a simulacrum of melancholy

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