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writteninkat · 3 years

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Red Dragon | Toji x reader

summary: Toji has his way with you after finding out about the red dragon tattoo you have on your back.

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word count: 2.3k

warnings: 18+, dumbification(??), ass slapping

"It's hot today isn't it?" Kugisaki pinches her uniform with her index and thumb, flapping it to create some sort of air to try and cool down her body underneath her uniform. "Aren't you hot underneath all that turtle neck and long sleeves, sensei?"

You look up at her from your paper work, pen in between your fingers. You recall her question, taking a few moments to answer before shrugging your shoulders. "Ah, I get it now. You don't have anything else underneath, do you?" Kugisaki teases you, now her index finger is pointed at your chest as she gives you a teasing smirk.

You chuckle at her attempt but give in nonetheless, unbuttoning your uniform and peeling it off your skin to show the spaghetti strap uou have on. No, you don't feel as warm as Kugisaki, probably, but you can still handle the heat. You hand your uniform behind your chair to prevent it from getting creases.

You look around your table, frowning when you don't see any random hair ties lying around. Sighing, you take a pen and bite on it, busying your hands with rolling and putting your hair up in a bun before using the pen to secure it.

Kugisaki looks at you with sparkles in her eyes, at awe by how you just tied your hair up with a pen. "That's amazing sensei! Teach me how to do it, please?"

You smile at her, curling your finger at her, signaling her to come nearer. "Just look at how I did my hair, it's pretty easy to follow." You point up at your messy bun, a few steay hairs falling down in the front part of your face when you bend your neck down.

When Kugisaki is behind you, you feel a hand on your neck. "Woah, since when did you get this tatted?"

The other teachers, Gojo, Atsuya, Shoko and Toji all look up at you in sync, oblivious to the red dragon tattoo on your upper back. Everyone of them had curiosity glimmering in their eyes, especially Toji.

"Five years ago, after I graduated." You answer your student, but your eyes are on Toji who's still eyeing you.

"Did it hurt?" She asks.

You keep your gaze on Toji, your- what do you call him? Boyfriend? No, your relationship isn't really that serious with him. Then maybe a fuck buddy? That'll have to do -fuck buddy.

"I guess I liked the pain." A smirk twitches on your lips as you give Toji a teasing look, knowing full well the kind of effect you have on him. He gives you a look telling you to be careful, but you brush it off, going back to grading your students' school works.

By the time the sun sets, the school is quiet and the students have went back to their respective homes. You stay for overtime, trying to make up for the week you asked off. All one could hear inside the faculty was the sound of uour pen scribbling on paper, writing notes and pointers for your students as you correct their mistakes.

Then you hear footsteps. Shivers run up your spine at the thought that you knew exactly who they were from and where they're exactly coming from. Not long after, you feel a large presence behind you, looming over you, covering the light the moon is reflecting back inside the faculty.

"Aren't you going home, Fushiguro?" You try to play yourself off as nonchalant, leaning over to your desk to seem as if you were focused on your work when in fact your legs are squeezing together underneath the table. The smell of Toji's expensive perfuming wafting around you has your cunt dripping wet and clenching down around nothing.

You feel a finger- two fingers press against your nape. Electricity shocks you at the point where your skin and his fingers meet before shivers run down your spine when he begins dragging his fingers softly down your back, feeling over the spot where you know where your tattoo is.

"You never told me about this." Toji's deep voice resonates around the room like a dark melody, keeping you on your toes as you feel the butterflies lose themselves at the sound of it. "You never asked." You clench your jaw, holding yourself back from begging him to fuck upu right then and there.

"If you told me I would have done something about it." He runs his fingers back up on the center of your back, this time slowly running onto your shoulder, hooking his finger on the strap and pulling it off, letting it fall off your shoulder.

You turn your head to the side, looking down at his legs. "And what exactly would you have done after I told you about it?"

You're playing a dangerous game and you know it. You can practically smell the intense lust Toji's currently suppressing inside him. You know you shouldn't- not in the faculty at least, but you can't help it. He's wearing that black shirt that hugs his body perfectly, a bit tight on the biceps and chest area, giving you a good look at the effects of years of training and fighting curses. Arms that could lift you around easily, as if you weigh nothing.

It all happened so quickly- you feel Toji's arms on wither sides of your waist. He pulls you up from your seat, kicking the chair away with his foot so nothing was in between the two of you. He forces you bent over on your table, your short pencil skirt hiking up and showing off the base of your ass.

Toji's hand is on your head, fingers combed theough your hair as he forces it down on the table. His other hand runs up and down your sides, fingers following every curve. It reaches your thigh, giving it a squeeze making you moan softly.

"Oh fuck," Toji breathes out, gaze scanning over the red dragon tattoo on your back with you in this position. He has a very clear view of it and the fact that your ass is on full view has him rock hard in his pants. "I really fucked you missionary all this time when I could have had you in doggy or bent over a table like this?"

He pulls your leg up, placing it on the table to give himself better access to your dripping cunt. Your slick as traveling down your other leg as he presses two fingers against your clothed sex. You moan loudly, voice resonating around the room as you scrunch up your brows.

Toji leans in, a sadistic grin stretched across his face. "You're already so wet for me. You love having master force you down like this?" His fingers begin massaging circles on your clit, causing for moans to spill out of your mouth. Toji let's go of your head and pulls your hands together, pinning them behing your back. "Hmm? Yeah? Like it when you can't move properly like this?" He presses his fingers even deeper onto your cunt, making you throw your head back.

Toji begins licking on your neck, sucking on your sensitive skin as he listens to your moans as if they were opera music. You feel your legs begin to clench together as you near your high, your hips rocking back and forth uncontrollably. When Toji slips his fingers underneath your thin underwear, you drop your head on the table and let out a moan as your feet lift your heels, feeling your orgasm wash over you.

The fact that it's been a long and stressful day makes the orgasm even more intense- the pent up frustrations you had formthe day were just spilled over like that by two fingers and you couldn't even be more happier.

Your deep breaths replace your loud moans inside the room. You look around, feeling needier when you watch Toji lick and suck on his fingers, lapping on your juices as he looks at you dead in they eye.

You follow his hand as it reaches on the waistline of his sweatpants, pulling it down along with his briefs to let his cock spring out. It's red, it's hard, precum is oozing from its tip and you want nothing more than to drop to your knees and lap it up until Toji is fucking your throat.

"You're going to help me with this, or princess." Toji says, his tone sounding more of an order rather than a request and you gladly submit to him. He enters a finger in your hole, a second one immediately following after making you moan out his name loudly. He pumps them in a few times before curling them, the pads of his two calloused fingers pressing and rubbing against the particular part inside your cavern that has your eyes widening as well as your mouth.

"Ah- oh! Oh god!" Your toes curl at the feeling of Toji massaging that area, "Fuck! Toji! Toji please just fuck me now!" You yell, tears brimming your eyes as spit dribbles down the side of your mouth at the feeling of extreme pleasure.

"You're not cumming until you call me by the name we agreed on." He presses against the area even more andall you ever want in the moment is to cum on his fingers. "What's my name, princess?" He whispers into your ear.

"Sir!"

Toji thrusts his fingers inside you relentlessly, pressing on the exact same spot again and again until you're cumming hard around his fingers, cunt clenching around his digits as you rock your hips into circles while riding out your orgasm.

A while ago you didn't mention once that you were feeling hot, but now you feel as if your body is on fire. Toji once again brings his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean before grabbing onto your hair and pulling your head closer to his.

"I'm going to fuck you now, really really hard." He whispers into your ear and without warning, thrusts his entire length inside you. A gargled moan slips out of your lips in shock and he pushes you back onto the table, eyes on your tattoo as he pounds into you rigorously. You hear his sac slapping against your skin creating such lewd noises when paired with your uncontrolled moans.

He keeps your arms behind your back with one had as the other slaps red hand marks on your ass, his thrusts slowly going even faster with ever slap. Your moans are on and off- in sync with his thrusts.

You can feel yourself slowly losing to darkness as your body grows limp, your drool continues to deip down your mouth and your eyes slowly rolling to the back of your head.

Toji squeezes your face, forcing you to look at your laptop's black screen which served as a mirror. "Look at yourself as I fuck you dumb. You like having my cock inside you like this, hmm? Yeah you like it." His face contorts into a snarl as his thrusts become even harsher by the second.

"That tattoo on your back had me bothered all day princess. Hope all that teasing was worth it." He growls into your ear and all you can do is nod, nod at everything he says.

To be honest, you have no idea what else is going on today. All you can ever feel is his cock ramming inside you and its tip continuously abusing your g-spot again and again and again. You feel a know tighten inside you as you let out a long moan, arching your back even more as you lean your head back to Toji's shoulder.

"Fuck I can feel you tightening around me. Ready to cum a third time tonight, princess?" He growls into your ear, his free hand finding its way on my tummy as he feels himself ramming inside me. Toji can feel his tip poking against your lower stomach's skin, letting him know just how deep he is inside you.

"S-sir! Sir! I'm cumming!" You yell, letting yourself get pushed back down onto the table as Toji thrusts into you at an incredible speed, showing off his stamina after years of hard work and fighting. "That's right, cum on my cock princess. You deserve it."

You do as told, your toes are curling, a long moan slips between your tongue as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Toji's cock- it feels too good inside you, especially right now when he's nearing his high and his thrusts are turning sloppier and sloppier until he reaches his high and pulls out, cumming all over your ass and back. He watches as his load reaches all the way up your tattoo, covering some of the intricate details.

The room is filled with your ragged breaths as you two calm down from your highs. You feel your slick run down your inner thighs as Toji's cum on your back begins to feel uncomfortable as it dries up.

Toji pushes himself off of you, tucking his dick back inside his pants. He pulls one of your drawers open and takes out the tissues you keep in their. All while pressing you down on the desk, he cleans you up, wiping off all the slick and cum all over your body. Once he finishes, he softly pulls you up and sits you on your desk. You flinch at the feeling of your ass on the table, it hurts.

Toji presses kisses all over you- your face, neck, shoulders, arms and especially your lips. He then continues to burrow his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as he realizes it really helps him calm down.

"Shower at my place so I can massage you right after." He says, his tone different this time. It sounds like more of a request rather than an order.

"I'd rather not let one of my students know his dad just fucked me dumb." You joke, eyes scanning all over Toji's nonchalant expression.

"That wasn't a request." He says.

Okay maybe his tone isn't that different from before.

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I Can Only Hope You Won't Be Too Disappointed

Fluffcember 2020

Prompt: Family/Friends

First chapter under break, please use link to read full fic.

Hero ran her hands down the Warden blue silk of her gown for the one hundred and thirty-fifth time as she gazed at herself in the mirror. It felt soft and light, so different from her armor, and her bare shoulders felt cold, naked in the cool air creeping in through the window. She took a deep breath and released it slowly, willing the nerves she felt jangling the edges of her vision to still.

"Wow. You look incredible."

She started at the sudden voice, closing her eyes to regain her bearings. When she opened them again Nathaniel was beside her in the mirror, his grey eyes, two shades darker than her own, taking in her carefully upswept hair and tastefully painted features.

"I didn't mean to startle you," he put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them softly and warming her chilled skin.

"It's alright, I'm just a ball of nerves I'm afraid." Hero smiled, covering one of his hands with her own. "Let me look at you." She turned, dress rustling as the slight train dragged across the stones. Nathaniel obligingly stepped back, put his arms out, and turned once for her, his smile equal parts proud and uncomfortable. The suit had been custom ordered from Denerim, jet black with a high sharp collar which accentuated his equally sharp jaw. The waistcoat was the same rich blue as her gown and embroidered with the silver griffins of the Wardens.

"You look impeccable, as always." She smiled, tucking a lock of dark hair behind one of his ears, her fingers brushing softly against the silver hoop set into his lobe: Anders had goaded him into the piercing months ago. He had been embarrassed by it at first but had seemingly grown fond of the feature. Hero thought it brought out his eyes, which may have had something to do with his change in attitude.

Nathaniel caught her hand and laid a kiss against her palm. "We could still cancel," he offered sincerely.

She sighed. "Everyone is already here, you can hear them milling about the great hall getting antsy."

He shrugged, a wry smile creasing his eyes. "You're the Warden-Commander. Just say that there are hyper-intelligent Darkspawn climbing the walls: that will clear them out quick."

Hero laughed, tipping her head back and pressing a hand to her chest. "If only it were that easy." She shook her head. "What have you done to your cravat?"

Nathaniel glanced down. "What's wrong with it?"

Hero rolled her eyes. "Let me see it."

Laughing, Nathaniel tipped his chin up to give her access. "What's got you so jumpy?"

She flicked her eyes up to his face then back to the cloth around his neck, straightening and tying it properly. "Just pre-party jitters, that's all," she lied. She glanced up at his face again and found him looking down at her, a single disbelieving eyebrow raised.

"But what is it really?" He asked.

She looked away, focusing on the cravat, not wanting to meet his eyes. "It's nothing."

Nathaniel's palms rubbed comfortingly up and down her bare upper arms. She finished the tie, tucking the ends into the neck of his waistcoat, and sighed heavily. She was a terrible liar. Always had been. "Fergus is here."

"Ah." Nathaniel nodded. "And I'm guessing he doesn't know about us."

She shook her head, the apples of her cheeks growing hot from embarrassment. "No. I—" she swallowed hard. "I'd been trying to think of how best to tell him…"

"It's been months, Hero."

She had expected him to be angry or at the very least frustrated with her lack of candor, but he sounded more perplexed than perturbed. She smoothed her fingers over the silk of her gown again, hands flighty and aimless without weapons to hold. "I don't know how he'll react…"

"When he finds out you're sleeping with the son of the man who murdered your parents."

" In love with ," Hero corrected, poking him firmly in the chest. "And yes, that is the worry."

"It will be fine." He smiled, using one finger to tilt her chin up. "You don't really think your brother will take a swing at me in the middle of the party, do you?"

Hero smirked. "He might. You don't know him like I do."

"I might look dashing with a black eye."

"Less so with a broken jaw," she chided.

Nathaniel frowned in a way that indicated he had not considered that possibility. "Do you… not want to tell him?"

Hero's mouth dropped open in a silent gasp. Nathaniel's eyes were sincere, the question offered as a genuine possibility rather than a rebuke, but the fine lines around his eyes belied the sting of the words. "Of course I want to tell him." Hero told him firmly. "I love you, and I don't want to hide that from him. I just... need to explain it to him in a way that doesn't end with a duel."

Nathaniel pressed his lips together, head nodding softly. "Okay." He kissed her forehead.

"Are Delilah and Albert here?" Hero asked, smoothing her hands down the front of his jacket.

"They had trouble finding someone to watch Ollie—"

"Oh no!" Hero's brow creased harshly as she frowned. "They should have brought him."

"Which is what I told Delilah." Nathaniel smiled. "They're here."

Hero's expression reversed, her smile lighting up. "It will be so nice to see them. Ollie must be so big now."

Nathaniel suddenly snapped his fingers. "I almost forgot. I have something for you." He went to a bureau and began digging through a drawer. "I placed a special order with Wade. Not his usual line of work, but you know how he likes a challenge."

"A gift made by Wade? You know I can't wear a weapon with this dress." She gestured at the fine silk.

"I'm sure you could fit a dagger or two into that pillow thing on your behind," Nathaniel teased without looking up.

Hero crossed her arms petulantly. "It's a bustle . They're the height of fashion in Denerim at the moment, or so I'm told."

"Are you sure someone isn't playing an elaborate joke on you?" He looked back at her with a roguish smile. "I think your behind looks perfectly lovely without any augmentation." Nathaniel closed the drawer with a snap, a flat wooden box retrieved and tucked under his arm.

Cheeks gone pink, Hero frowned harder. "Is that what you got me then? Bustle knives?"

"That would have been an excellent idea." He returned. "I can only hope you won't be too disappointed." He tipped the front of the box towards her, releasing the catch with one finger and lifting the lid.

Hero gasped softly. "Oh, Nathaniel. They're beautiful."

Lazurite and Silverite forged in delicate swirls and curls, framing and supporting a filigree Warden's crest pendant and matching earrings sported exquisite miniature griffins in flight. The metalwork stood on its own, without gems or insets, ingots tempered to an immaculate shine, which caught and reflected light, dazzling her eyes.

" You're beautiful," Nathaniel corrected. "These are very fine things, but they can only compliment your radiance."

Color rushed to Hero's cheeks. "Thank you." She reached out a tentative hand to the jewelry. "Can I...?'

"Wear them? That was the intention, yes," he smiled glibly.

Hero wrinkled her nose at his cheeky smile and plucked the earrings from the velvet-lined box, slipping them easily into her ears. When she reached for the necklace Nathaniel pulled the box just out of her reach. "Let me."

With a sheepish smile Hero nodded and turned around. In the mirror, she watched Nathaniel carefully drape the necklace around her neck. The metal was cold against her skin, but the warm caress of his fingers as he placed and clasped the chain kept her from shivering.

"There." Nathaniel met her eyes in the reflective glass. "Perfect."

His expression was so soft, so full of awe it made Hero's chest clench. She turned and caught his face between her hands, pressing her lips to his. His arms encircled her waist holding her tight and returning her amorous embrace. Hero felt light-headed and giddy as they parted, giggling at the smear of red her lips had left on Nathaniel's mouth.

"Oh, Dear. You need a handkerchief."

Nathaniel glanced at the mirror and snorted, pulling a square of lining from his back pocket and roughly wiping his mouth with it. "And not just me."

Hero caught sight of her reflection in the glass and descended into another round of giggles at the stain around her own lips.

"We can't have the Warden-Commander turn up to her Wintersend banquet like that. What would Mistress Woolsey say?"

Hero let him lift her chin and gingerly clean her face. "I'd tell her it was your fault. It's not a lie."

Nathaniel smirked. "I'd happily take the blame for that." He placed a chaste kiss upon her cheekbone, just below her eye, then offered his arm. "Shall we descend upon the rabble, Warden-Commander?"

Hero rolled her shoulders back and took his arm. "Let's, Warden-Constable."

He walked her out of their quarters and down the hall, the sound of music and chatter growing louder with each step they took. Despite her momentary ease, Hero felt the cold breath of anxiety creeping back up her spine as they drew closer to the main hall.

She had to tell Fergus.

It would be easy, she told herself. She was a grown woman, battle tempered and fully capable of making her own decisions; and he was her brother, he loved her unconditionally.

She needed to trust that he loved her more than he hated Howe.

Nathaniel broke from her side as they reached the door to the hall, giving her crown a final reassuring peck before he opened it for her. The sound of the hall stilled as the door opened, and Hero could hear Garevel announcing her. Her eyes lingered lovingly on Nathaniel's for a moment longer, then she took a deep breath and stepped through the door.

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