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minimomoe · 21 days ago

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How to Train your Demon

Pairing: trueform! Sukuna x Fem Reader

Summary: Life has all kinds of wins and losses. You don't know which category to put your new demon husband in though.

Tags: MDNI!, red string of fate trope, true form sukuna, librarian reader, soul mates, reincarnation, accidental summoning, love at first sight (but it's one-sided (until it's not)), Sukuna is demon, but he's v much in love, smut and stuff eventually i guess....

AN: Thank you for sticking along to the end!! This story is now COMPLETE. I'm glad I have added some silly (and sexy) fluff to Sukuna's tag.

Part: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. XII XIII. (completed)

Throw the Rules Away

~A few years later~

You flipped through a thick binder of tattoo designs as you leaned over a wooden counter. The soft buzz of needles vibrating came from the corner of the shop, and scents of disinfectant and mint filled your nose. You stopped at a page with an intricate crescent moon, tapping your finger over the page.

“Finally gonna get something?”

Choso Kamo materialized in front of you, wiping his hands clean with a towel. He was teasing you, looking at the page himself and nodded approvingly. Instead of his usual two ponytail hairstyle his hair fell just above his shoulders with strands of his bangs falling into his eyes. You made a face and smiled.

“Maybe. You know I hate needles.”

“So you got your husband to work at my tattoo shop that you visit almost everyday,” he snorted.

You tapped the temple. “All part of my master plan. If I do want a tattoo, Sukuna will do it for me,” you laughed. “Speaking of him, is he almost finished?”

“Yeah, he should be cleaning up now,” Choso said. You waved you off so you could go to Sukuna’s station. He was doing just as Choso said he would be– wiping down the client chair, putting ink back into their baskets, shoving things back into their places. You have never been able to sneak up on Sukuna, his senses were too sharp, but it didn’t stop you from trying. You managed to be a foot away from his body when his hand shot out from behind to drag you close to the side of his body and you chuckled. He spun you around so that you would sit on the vinyl chair and you swung your feet above the floor.

“No kiss?” You pouted. “I guess today wasn’t a good day.”

“How needy,” he shook his head. Sukuna’s large hand cupped your chin to tilt your head up. His tongue swiped over your mouth before sliding inside, and his lips moved against yours until you were clutching the front of his t-shirt, your head spinning from the lack of oxygen. He moved down to your jaw and neck and you gasped.

“We should stop before Choso accuses us for fucking in here… again.”

“Let him complain,” Sukuna said. His hand went under your shirt, tickling you until goosebumps riddled your skin. His hand covered your breast and you moaned louder than you meant to even with your lips pressed tightly together. You tugged at the short hair at Sukuna’s nape, not sure if you wanted to push him away or urge him on.

“Okay, okay let’s slow down,” you breathed out. You baited Sukuna in despite knowing his high sex drive, and you didn’t know how much restraint either of you had left. It was hypocritical of you to say given that he stood between your legs that were wrapped around his waist. “I promise we will continue this later. You just cleaned up this place,” you laughed. Sukuna removed his face from your neck and stared at you with heady eyes. It made your stomach flip over but you shook the thought of continuing out of your head. “I promise, you can do whatever you want when we’re at home.”

“Whatever I want?” He said with a raised brow.

You bit your lip mischievously. “Sure, why not? You know, I’ve been thinking about getting a tattoo myself, but I don’t think I want one in a place where everyone can see. The quicker we get out of here, the quicker you can tell me the best place for your eyes only.”

Sukuna didn’t want to wait any longer. You were nothing but a tease and he would play along. There wasn’t a part of your body that he doesn’t know extensively, and he planned on marking the most private parts with his tongue and teeth before the needles. He threw your squealing body over his shoulder, grabbing your purse with his other hand and made his way to the front of the parlor.

“Put me down!”

“I hope you guys didn’t do anything in there even if you cleaned up,” Choso scowled when he saw the two of you.

“She never lets me do anything but my patience is running thin,” Sukuna rolled his eyes to Choso.

“He’s joking, Cho. I wouldn’t dirty up your studio like that,” you mumbled, still over Sukuna’s shoulder. You shimmied out of his hold and Sukuna was quick to steady you on the descent down. Once you were on your own two feet again you hooked your hand in the crook Sukuna’s arm.

“Good. At least one of you has manners.”

“I try for the both of us,” you wave on your way out of the building. Sukuna catches the keys that you throw in your direction with ease, and you sit comfortably in the passenger seat while he takes you home. Somehow you managed to get all the paperwork needed for Sukuna, or more accurately, Uraume did all the heavy lifting, and he was now a full fledged member of society. Getting him to work with Choso was a happy accident. Sukuna admitted to you that he did his tattoos himself, and it made the gears turn in your head. Choso didn’t ask any invasive questions, and was glad to have extra help. Choso told you that Sukuna was popular with the ladies even with his bluntness and clear rejection. The thought of it made you smile. Try all they might, other women didn’t stand a chance with the dark magic and centuries of affection between you and Sukuna.

“Remember when you tried to kill the mailman?” You pointed at the delivery truck that was stopped at the same red light in front of you. Sukuna smirked, fond of the memory as well.

“I protected you, did I not?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. Everybody’s terrified to leave a package on the front door now.”

“A job well done then.”

“I guess so,” you giggled. You gazed out the window and sighed at the setting sky. “It’s starting to get dark early. The sky is already pink like your hair.” You had said it so softly Sukuna wasn’t sure if you had meant for him to hear it. Your face was completely turned from him but you traced your fingers down the veins of his right hand in your lap. It amazed Sukuna how you echoed yourself from years ago. You were the only person who ever saw beauty in him or compared him to the mundane. Many people said his name as a curse, he preferred it that way, yet you said it like it freely, often with a smile tugging your lips.

“Choso informed me that he will be going on vacation soon,” Sukuna said, tasting the new word in his mouth. “Should we travel soon ourselves? Do you still enjoy the ocean?”

You whipped your head around and your eyes lit up at his question. “I love the beach.”

“Then we will go,” he nodded. “I will take care of it.”

“Music to my ears. Just let me know when I have to take off work.” You pressed a kiss on his cheek. The action made the tips of his ears flame despite the fact that he has and will do raunchier acts to you. A very long horn interrupted your lovestruck staring contest to remind you that you’re holding up traffic at a greenlight. Sukuna glared at the driver behind who promptly stopped their honking and you snorted. Sukuna’s hand remained in your lap until you returned home.

“Hey honey,” you sang to Cleo who purred against your feet as soon as you opened the front door. “It looks like I left my music playing by accident. At least you weren’t bored.”

You picked up her and spun her around to the beat of the song. It ended with a flourish, and so did her patience to be carried. Cleo hopped out of your arms and disappeared behind the couch. A new song with a melancholic melody started and your eyes brightened in Sukuna’s direction. You held your hand out for him to take.

“Dance with me?”

You positioned his hand on the small of your waist then clasped the other one tightly. You were expecting awkward shuffling to ensue, but Sukuna led the dance far better than you imagined, guiding you around the open space of your living room with ease.

“My baby, my baby. You’re my baby, say it to me,” you hummed along.”I usually only sing that part to Cleo but you bumped her out of her spot.”

“The cat will be fine,” Sukuna grinned. Never would he have thought that being called someone’s baby would give him such joy. Cleo would have to understand. “You like this singer. We should have her perform here.”

You paused your swaying to give him an incredulous look. “Here? In the living room?”

He stared at you like it was a normal luxury to spend money on. Times like these reminded you that Sukuna hasn’t been a constant fixture in your life as much as it felt like it. Even with all the catching up he has done, tiny, humorous remarks always fell through the cracks.

“I don’t think she does house calls… but we can go to her concert. We’ll put it on the list of all the things you have to experience.”

A new mark on Sukuna’s finger caught your attention. You turned his hand over to get a better look, and your breath caught once you saw that he had tattooed your initials on his ring finger. It was peeking out from beneath the silver wedding band that you two had bought a year prior, in the same sharp style that matched everything else on his body.

“Well now you have to tattoo me!”

A wicked grin cracked Sukuna’s face. He laid you down on the couch, nudging your legs open with his knee. You rested on your elbows as you watched him rub his hands up your thighs. There was hunger mixed with admiration in his eyes. You tugged the belt loop on his pants so that he would fall right on top of your face. You rubbed your nose on his cheek before he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Let me find the perfect place to mark you as mine.”

Thanks for reading loves!! lemme know what ya think xx

Part: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. XII. XIII.

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minimomoe · 22 days ago

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How to Train your Demon

Pairing: trueform! Sukuna x Fem Reader

Summary: Life has all kinds of wins and losses. You don't know which category to put your new demon husband in though.

AN: smut in this chapter!! p in v sex, some fun with hand mouths, oral (fem receiving), Sukuna may or may not have a praise kink. also blood drinking it isn't a part of smut (just walk with me)

Part: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. XII XIII. (completed)

Revisit rule: "Never Leave Him Unattended"?

“Yeah, I’m not feeling too well. My foot is killing me way more than before and I think I’m coming down with something.”

A barely concealed moan left your lips that you covered up by clearing your throat. You glared at Sukuna who was stuck on your back like a koala bear. You were laying naked in bed, limbs upon limbs tangled up in the sheets, his hands roaming over all the planes of your body. He tweaked your nipples while other hands dipped into your sex, making it impossible for you to stay on the phone with a steady voice.

“I will make sure to stop by the ho–hospital today,” you shuddered. Sukuna made good use of his hands, and last night you learned of one of his many quirks. One of them being the mini mouths which appear in his palms that have been tormenting you if his mouth on his face was preoccupied. You took deep breaths in to control the mounting wave of arousal building up as he toyed with your clit. “I’ll try to come in tomorrow. Thanks for underssstanding.” After wincing at the sound of your squeaking voice at the end of your sentence, you practically threw your phone across the room once you hung up.

“Sukuna please,” you whined.

“If you wanted me to stop you would have used your fists,” he smirked. He rolled you over until you laid beneath him, his arms caging you in with nowhere to hide. On his arms and the tops of his shoulders you saw faint bite marks and scratches that you had left behind. You lost count of how many times you went at it last night. The soreness aching in your bones signalled that maybe you had overexerted yourself, but seeing Sukuna’s eyes roll back when you took him in your mouth only spurred you on, and he wasn’t satisfied until you were a breathless, boneless mess, so you found yourself wrapped up in each other until the wee morning hours.

“Now watch carefully,” he purred at the apex of your thighs. He bit into your flesh, not softly but with real teeth and tug that made you hiss. You were going to reprimand him— maybe finally give him that knuckle sandwich he was begging for earlier— but he shoved his face into your cunt and lapped you up with a reverence that had your complaints melt out of your brain. Your legs crushed the sides of his head, so Sukuna pried your thighs open and kept them wide, pushing them as far as they could on the bed. His other hands were busy marking you up once again, whether it be with his nails or the tongues that he could make appear in his palms that sucked on your skin until you were shivering.

“Fuck– that feels so good. Just like that, baby.”

You were too busy with your mouth hanging wide as you writhed around in the sheets to see Sukuna’s eyes widened at your words. Your praise did wonders for his already large ego, and in no time he lifted you up to the heavens and back with his name screaming on your tongue. When he climbed up your body to fuck you once more, Sukuna held your chin and licked up the side of your face to catch the tears that were streaming down. In one swift motion he pushed inside of you, still holding your face to force eye contact. It was intense and all consuming, almost too intimate like he wasn’t deep seated inside of your cunt.

“Why are you staring?” You nervously laughed. Despite the molten pool of arousal building up in your lower half, you couldn’t help but to tease your lover. “‘Baby’ is all it takes to get you blushing like that?”

You hooked your leg around his wide waist, raising your hips to his rhythm and matching his thrusts. The bed squeaked dangerously underneath your motion. Sukuna’s arm steadied himself right next to your hair, and you turned your head to kiss his wrist with a mischievous smile. “Or would you rather Your Highness?”

You were driving the demon wild. He quickly cuffed the back of your leg to perch on your shoulder, reaching a new depth inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head and Sukuna latched onto your shoulder with his teeth.

“Stop talking,” he growled. Sukuna could barely hold it together. You were gripping him like your life depended on it. He couldn’t last much longer with all your teasing and still you giggled.

“Are you gonna make me?”

His hand slid down and rested heavy on your neck. You grinned, your hand laying on top of his, matching his movements.

“What a brat,” he gritted out, but he loved it. Whether it was audacity or confidence, you had it all. Sukuna reveled in it as he brought you over the edge, your orgasm sucking him in deeper, allowing him to bury himself in you. With a sharp kiss he finished inside of you, but you melted all the same. Even with all his edges, the gentle undercurrent couldn’t be ignored. You coaxed Sukuna to lay on top of you like a weighted blanket to bask in the afterglow. As you combed through his hair with your finger you laughed to yourself. The noise made him look at you with a raised brow.

“I’m just happy that you found me. That’s all.”

Sukuna gazed at you intensely. Heat began to prick at your face once again, but he spoke before you could crack a joke to lighten the mood.

“You are not allowed to leave me again,” he said very seriously. You smiled softly and cupped the side of his face.

“I doubt I had any say in the matter the first time,” you laughed. “But I can promise that I’m not going anywhere. This time you’re stuck with me.”

It was a promise. Despite the curve of your lips you truly meant the words coming out of your mouth. The start of your relationship didn’t make sense, and there were many logistics that needed to be sorted out later, but as of right now, you knew that you wanted to make this work with Sukuna. You had a feeling that everything would fall into place.

Sukuna laid his cheek back on your bare chest. His deep voice rumbled through your body in a way that reminded you of Cleo’s purring.

“Sleep. You will need energy for the ceremony.”

The idea of genuine rest coming finally within reach made your eyelids droop. You wanted to fight the sleepiness off but it was futile. The last thing you remembered before going under was a soft kiss pressed into your palm.

~*~

You were gently woken up by the feeling of Cleo’s whiskers tickling your face. She gently pawed at your nose, then waited for you to sit up. Beside her you spotted black robes carefully placed at the end of your bed and you blinked.

“I guess I’m supposed to put this on,” you muttered. The material was thick and soft. Cleo meowed and jumped off of the bed, going to who knows where. You stood up and slipped the garments on. It didn’t swallow your entire frame as you expected, and there were ties to cinch in your waist. The dress was made for you.

As you were putting on the last piece of the ensemble, a veil that stopped middle of your chest, a soft knock came from your closed door.

“Come in!”

Uraume scuffled inside, glad to see that you were already dressed. You did a quick twirl for them with a smile. “How do I look?”

“The stars pale in comparison, ma’am,” they said with a tug on their lips.

“You flatter me too much,” you gushed. “I guess it’s time to get this show on the road. What do I have to do?”

“Everything else has been taken care of. Please follow me.”

Uruame took you outside to your backyard and you realized it was much later in the day than you had thought. The sky was a bright pink with streaks of orange clouds cutting through the horizon. Sukuna stood at the other side of your yard in a kimono that was in the same colored garbs you were in, the dark reds and blacks flowing around his physique. All his eyes watched you intently and your heart rate quickened. With your hands held together in front of you, you carefully walked behind Uraume down to where Sukuna was, trying hard not to trip because of the fabric that swished at your ankles. When you stood across from Sukuna you, a small table with an obsidian bowl and a dagger laid inside separated you.

Uraume wasted no time getting started once you had stopped moving. They held the book that started it all in their hands.You only caught bits and pieces of what they were saying as they spoke quickly, moving through prayers and chants from eras of ancient times. While you were caught in a trance from the words Uraume was saying, Sukuna’s eyes never left your face. Uruame spoke of combining two souls and you gasped. You remembered Sukuna mentioning the string of fate the very first night you had met, but it wasn’t until now that you could faintly see the glimmering red string from your pinky to his. It was barely there, hidden by a very thin veil of the world as you know it and all the possibilities out there.

Uraume stopped talking and looked towards Sukuna. He grabbed the dagger from the table and held out his hand for you to take.

“This will hurt but you will be fine,” he stated. You watched as the jagged teeth of the blade tore through your skin and hissed. Drops of blood pooled in the bowl, and Uraume quickly wrapped your hand and wiped the blade clean. They handed you the blade, and you gingerly took Sukuna’s awaiting palm.

“Let me know if I’m hurting you,” you mumbled.

“Impossible.”

After a few deep breaths you managed to cut through Sukuna’s skin and his blood joined yours in the bowl. Once again, Uraume wrapped Sukuna’s hand and cleaned the blade. Sukuna lifted your veil and brought the plate up to your lips. The smell of iron filled your nose and you took a small sip. The metallic liquid covered your tongue, and Sukuna kept his eyes locked on yours as you consumed it. He brought the plate down to place in your hands, and you fed him your blood the same way.

You didn’t know what to expect. There was no cloud of smoke, or flashing lights, or anything that showed a major transformation had occurred. Sukuna looked as handsome as ever, but you did notice that he no longer had four eyes. You turned to Uraume with a quizzical gaze.

“What now?”

“I believe this when they say, ‘You may kiss the bride,’” Uraume smiled.

“Finally,” Sukuna grinned. He wrapped his hands around your waist (only two) and kissed you like he hadn’t in centuries. And maybe he hasn’t. The kiss marked a new beginning that started and would end with you.

You broke apart when you heard loud complaining from your cat that watched from the patio. Cleo laid over the cement floor flicking her tail back and forth, watching the two of you with disdain. You laughed at her call to stop and Sukuna told her to go away.

“God, there is blood all over your lips,” you shook your head. You wiped it away with your hands and Sukuna couldn’t stop smiling.

“Your blood all over my lips.”

“And yours,” you giggled. “It’s official now. You are my husband–”

“And you are my wife,” he said against your mouth.

Thanks for reading loves!! lemme know what ya think xx

Part: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. XII. XIII.

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minimomoe · 23 days ago

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₊˚⊹♡ HE'S A LITTLE BIT OLDER (like super old) BUT DAMN IT, HE'S SO HOT .ᐟ

mix the older guy down the bar who witnesses you bemoan your breakup, rough tumbling around the sheets, and overstimulation... featuring toji fushiguro and praise kink! you're at a bar on a chilly christmas eve after going through the absolute worst dry spell of your life, drowning your sorrows with the bartender who's not so subtly trying to kick you out so they can go home and celebrate their own festivities. but after hearing you bemoan about the fact that your ex never even made you cum throughout the entirety of your already flawed relationship? toji finally thinks of a way to get on the nice list this year. fruitcake recipe masterlist ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

All you wanted for Christmas was a good, hard fuck.

The kind that left you breathless and sobbing, pleasure and pain that intensifies with every thrust that knocks the bed harder into the wall. Something ravenous, something primal to scratch the itch that's laid too dormant inside of you.

No, really. Some people want joyful, fuzzy little puppies or floral, sickly-sweet perfumes under the Christmas tree, but your request is a little bit more complex than can be written down on a wishlist. Your FedEx delivery driver was only so strong. But you owed it to yourself, you rationalized. You've been oh so good. The pinnacle of the nice list, even. After two years in an unsatisfying relationship with a partner who always veered a little too far or too slow from what you wanted, you should've been free, free to do whatever it was that you wanted, whoever you wanted. For the first time, you had options! In your endless visions, you expected to find smoke and fireworks and mussed up sheets, liberating flings and a revolving door of lovers to loosen up your self-control.

Instead, you were greeted with encounters that lacked what you really needed. A couple perfunctory faked orgasms, desert-dry thrusts, and awkward small talk at the door left a deeply unsatisfying mark on you.

Realistically, it didn't even have to be mind-blowingly amazing. You know that there's a one-in-a-million chance for that kind of bed chemistry in this day and age, but hey, go big or go home, right?

A normal person would've downloaded Tinder or Hinge, maybe Bumble if you were feeling particularly desperate, to browse through a disappointing selection of lonely singles just like you for a festive holiday fuck to scratch a tiny itch of desire that still remains untouched under your skin. You didn't want to sink back into the same-old song and dance though, just to end up getting left high and dry at curtain call.

And as old-fashioned you may be, but you prefer to meet your suitors in person, a lost art, honestly.

Your plan ultimately backfires during Christmas Eve on a Tuesday night, when you walk into your hometown bar having had enough to crickets and dust bunnies. You check your phone again, furrowing an eyebrow at what your phone has directed you to. It was the only bar open late tonight, unsurprisingly. From the outside, it's unassuming, if not a little bit janky from age, but beggars can't exactly be choosers. Your eyes slowly drag along the half-falling apart neon sign before shrugging.

To your surprise, it's not completely empty. A couple guests look up as you walk through the dilapidated door, eyeing you appraisingly for just a second before going back to their stale beers. Ouch. There's a few elderly patrons playing pool as "Last Christmas" crackles tauntingly through the overhead speakers. A little too on the nose, honestly.

The song continues to croon softly as you squeak down on a rickety barstool. You don't even realize that your shoulders have been stiff and tense for the better part of the walk there; and relaxing still takes most of your psyche. Still, you continue to observe your surroundings, lost in your head until a large figure makes his way to where you are. A voice, a low and disinterested drawl snaps you out of your thoughts. "What do you want?"

The figure, in question, looks like he's just stepped off your recent sex-deprived dreams. He's got a look in his eyes that oozes the kind of confidence you develop after years of experience, a lazy ease and indifferent wisdom that goes hand in hand to make an intoxicating concoction of a man. You play around with the idea of just how much older he is than you, calculating risk vs. reward. Interested, you eye the lopsided name tag that rests on top of one pec.

Amused, you notice that he's got frown lines, deepening the scar that adorns the right corner of his lips, permanently making him look petulant. Cute.

Sinfully, the primal part of your brain contemplates if he'll scowl the same way against your skin, hot breath fanning over your shoulder as he ruts into you. But as quickly as the thought encroaches your mind, it fades when the bartender continues to look at you in mild confusion, and you will your slack-jawed face to go back to something a little less embarrassing and telling of the fact that you were just fantasizing about a bartender you've just met. "Well? What'll it be?"

A glance at the slightly faded menu above him, though it's even more concealed by his head of dark hair. You choose, impulsive and mindless and maybe trying to seem older than you are. "An espresso martini."

"Machine's broken."

Your eyes narrow, unconvinced. "Then I'll take a regular martini."

"We're out of vermouth."

What kind of fucking bar is this? "Seriously?"

"It's Christmas Eve and we're the only bar open within 25 miles. We're not exactly the Ritz. What exactly did you expect?" He raises an eyebrow, but there's a twinkle of something amused in his eyes. You realize, that he's having fun with this.

Exasperated, you slump further into your stool. "Then just give me something. I don't care what it is."

He slides you a Bud Light, to your eternal despair. You don't even have to look to see he's chuckling from behind the counter on the other side of the bar.

In defiance, it sits melting in front of you while you go back to people-watching, half-listening to whatever game is on the television and occasionally perking up when you see one of the patrons sink one of the balls during pool. Eventually, even those sources of entertainment fall through as the cable stutters and guests around the bar slowly shuffle out.

"I know I'm a shit bartender, but I worked hard on that. You're hurting my feelings here, doll."

You roll your eyes. "You cracked open a mini-fridge and called it a day. Not exactly impressed, here."

"Oh, come on."

Toji cracks you open like an egg. Your rambling, embarrassingly enough, starts with a tirade about the weather. "God, doesn't it scare you? Climate change and all? The fact that we're almost through December and we haven't even seen a tiny glimpse of snow? Not even a speck?"

He rolls his eyes, but he can't necessarily disagree.

Toji lets you go on and on about your recent dating mishaps, life after a long-term relationship, how painfully aware it's made you of your own loneliness and like a champ, he takes it all in stride, grunting in response to your little quips while cleaning off the rest of the bar. But when you start talking about your recent dilemma, he stands at attention.

One hand poised under your chin, lashes fanning lowly against your cheek as you bemoan about your situation. "I just—I've been waiting for god knows how long for a decent fuck, you know? You probably don't understand because you're basically sex on a stick," His lips curl to one side. "But the dating scene is just so bleak right now. At this point, I don't even know if it ever will happen to me."

Your words linger a second longer than you'd like, and you look up to see Toji lost in his thoughts for a change. "Toji?"

And then he meets your eyes, will renewed. "You still have time, you know."

When he sees that you're still confused, he gives you a once-over from head to toe.

"I can give you what you want," Toji's voice drops to almost a whisper, conspiratorally, like waving a carrot in front of a bunny. "All you have to do is ask."

Your eyes dart around the bar, unexpectedly nervous and your voice comes out just an octave higher than you want it to be. Distantly, Toji thrums his long, skillful fingers along the hard wood of the bar as you consider your options.

Carefully, you consider your options. You decide to play with your luck. "I think you overestimate your abilities. I'm not the type to come after a few weak thrusts." You don't mean a single word of it, but it's worth it to see his eyes darken. "I'm serious. I was in a relationship for two years and a couple minutes of unsatisfying bumping and grinding won't do it for me."

Toji looks at you, cocking his head like he's speaking with a petulant pupil.

"I'm an old man, sweetheart. You want a quick fuck, but you're not gonna get that from me. Your issue is that you're too impatient," Before you can interrupt, that you've been patient for long enough, he serves you a scathing look, half-disbelieving and half-taunting. "But I know a thing or two, and I know for a fact that only good girls who wait get what the deserve."

And does he make you wait.

By the end of his shift, you're about ready to jump him, squirming in your seat while Toji diligently takes his time meticulously cleaning the bar with an almost-empty Lysol spray that you doubt actually cleans anything and counting the register with too-slow calculations. But what drives you crazy is the way he doesn't spare even a single glance in your direction, a razor sharp focus that gets you soaked and needy. You did not strike him for the particular type at all, but it seems that for tonight, he's gunning for Employee of the Year.

Then, finally, he goes to the door and flips the sign to 'CLOSED.' And then the lights flicker off, leaving nothing but a red glow and a counter between the two of you and finally, finally he gives you a measured glance that makes your heart soar.

"Are you gonna be good for me?"

Absolutely.

You barely make it to the break room at the back of the bar. There's not really any room for complaints with the way he grabs hold of you, slotting his lips against yours, hot and wet kisses that suck the need out of you.

Within seconds, you pick up on the kind of kisser that Toji is. The kind to kiss you senseless, bullying his tongue into your eager mouth, eager to please, eager to be satisfied. One of his hands is quick to snake around your throat and you gasp, fraying at the edges and threatening to pull you apart. You feel his lips chuckle against yours, and instinctually, you pout, only for him to suck on your bottom lip, just on this side of breathless.

He tastes like every single thing that's bad for you, and it's fucking delicious.

"Toji—oh, fuck—what about—oh, keep doing that, yes, what about t–the bar?" You wonder aloud, interrupted every millisecond with an insistent, needy kiss against your lips.

His voice is husky and sends vibrations down your spine. "Stop talking."

"Walking around, wearing this…" Toji groans like a desperate man as he palms against the plush of your ass, feeling the lacy skin there. Once more, hard enough to leave a mark. You've never been more grateful to wear a skirt in your life. "You're in trouble."

You hum. "I guess I am. What are you gonna do about it?"

"You like my hands?"

A pause, a reddening of your cheeks that creeps lower, lower, lower, as the rough pads of his thumb and index finger play with the pretty little red bow that sits so nicely on the crest of your cleavage. Like his own personal present. "Yeah. I do."

Toji hums appreciatively. "I think you'd like them better inside you, don't you think?"

A devious smile creeps onto his lips when you nod, all too pliant and willing. "What a good girl," He watches with darkened eyes as you obediently stick out your tongue, presenting your mouth to him and allowing him to stick his digits inside. Prodding deeper and deeper until he meets the back of your throat, making your eyes water and gag around the forceful sensation. But to his and your surprise, your tongue swirls around his fingers, forcing yourself in deeper. "Oh, fuck. You're naughty."

You grin, giddily pleased with yourself.

He's slow and methodical with the way he snakes his way between your legs, a rush of warmth rushing to meet him as he strokes your engorged bundle of nerves languidly through lace. You can hear the wet, clicking noises of your cunt from a mile away,

Brows knitting together, you struggle to form a cohesive thought. He hasn't—he hasn't even gotten inside of you yet and here you are, jelly-legged and grinding mindlessly against the palm of his hand. You're hyper aware of the way he toys with your pussy lips through the fabric, his saliva-soaked knuckles brushing against your clit in a way that forces your back to arch into the feeling. "Fuck. Please, please. Get inside of me."

A slap against your clit has you jolting. A long, unexpected moan tumbles out of your lips and your eyes widen, searching Toji's eyes for answers.

"You've gotta want it, sweet girl," Toji clicks his tongue. "You're gonna have to try harder than that."

"Pl–Please? Please, Toji? Please, I'll be so good, I'll—I'll do whatever you want, whatever it is, I'm, I swear—"

"Use your words. Please what?" "Please! Please fuck me, use me how you want, I just—I want—."

His voice turns low and mocking. "You want, you want, you want. So selfish. That's all your generation does nowadays, isn't that right? Want."

It's hard to protest when the words just keep dying on the edge of your tongue, the push and pull of his fingers keeping you on the edge.

"You're lucky you're cut. You deserve to cum, don't you?" His voice is low and taunting, but his fingers pump in and out of you in a way that has you reeling, gripping on for dear life, animalistic and desperate. You don't even want to think about how you look, panting and pawing at the black cotton of his shirt. "You want me to give you your first orgasm?"

You nod, whining high in your throat as he finally, finally curls his fingers in just the right way up inside of you. It sends sparks down your spine and just for a moment, you feel the world collapse in on you, all your tensions melting away.

His fingers are glistening from your cunt as he pries his hand away, and the way you groan is depraved as he reaches for a taste, tongue sinfully tasting your juices and taking his sweet, sweet time. Then, he reaches for you, voice unexpectedly soft as he instructs you, "Open up," and his tongue drifts out to meet yours, sickly sweet and tart.

Toji parts from your lips and leaves you dizzy and bare for just a second, until you feel the hard bulge that's been begging for your notice. "It's my turn."

Slowly, you watch as he peels off the rest of his clothes in one swift movement, every uncontrolled action adding to the height of your anticipation.

And then you're rewarded as Toji sinks into your slippery cunt with a tight, restrained groan just as you moan wantonly, low and uncontrolled, a stark contrast. You've never been stuffed this full. "What a poor, sweet girl. This cunt's been waiting too long to get the fucking she deserves, huh?"

When he starts to set a pace, hard and unforgiving and hilt-deep, you disintegrate. It's amplified by him sinking into your tight wetness and leaving you emptied out when he draws his hips back, plundering you over and over and over.

Your second orgasm comes as a surprise that rocks your world, felt throughout your entire body as you arch deeper onto his cock. The pleasure overtakes all your senses, and above you, Toji thinks he just fell in love.

"Your ex is a dead man. He's so fucking dead. I can't—" Toji moans into your neck, renewing his pace inside of you once you've somewhat drifted back to earth until you're mewling farther into the table, back arching as your nails scratch against the hard wood, hands slipping until you eventually just slump down. "Can't fucking believe anyone would ever neglect this pussy. Best feeling on earth. God, I'm obsessed with you."

He looms over you, a furnace of heat on your back as his hands tighten on your hips and forces your legs even wider to get even deeper. You can't help but gasp at how demanding and powerful he feels, whole body sliding up the table with every hard thrust. There's the feeling of sweat on your skin and the whole room reeks of sex.

"I'll keep you," Toji promises with a snarl. "All for myself. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."

Eventually, you're rearranged on your back, forced to look into his eyes as he continues with his demanding rutting against your tortured pussy. Still, his thick cock continues spearing you open. You don't even realize you're begging until he's chuckling darkly, eyes fond and amused. "Keep begging, sweetheart."

"God—oh my god—fuck, fuck—thank you, need it, needed it so bad, thank you, thank you—-" Your teeth clench after he slowly pulls out and bullies his way back in, swept further and further until your orgasm suddenly comes out of nowhere.

You come for the third time that night, hard and earth-shattering, all over his cock, mouth open in a soundless scream. Your fingers scrape along his back for salvation and Toji hisses, whispering filthy hot praises that leaves you dizzy and reeling.

It doesn't take Toji much time to chase after you with his own orgasm, howling and breaths coming out in ragged pants. You can feel it—when he pulls out, your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his cum leak out from your hole. It's a scorching feeling, tears welling up once more in your eyes as he finally pauses, overwhelmed and happy and so exquisitely spent.

When the room stills and your world quiets, all that's left is Toji continuing to kiss along the column of your throat, sucking harshly then laving the area with soft kisses, still continuing to stoke the fire inside of you. You wonder in a daze if he'll leave marks, and you lean further in, still lazing in the afterglow.

You stay like that for a tad longer than you probably should, tangled all up in each other like a knotted bow and lingering in your orgasmic bliss. Finally—Toji breaks the silence.

"Well, since I've given you the best sex of your life, don't suppose you're gonna get me my present next?" Toji grins, wolfish. Blurrily, you look behind him to see the time. 12:01 AM. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

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minimomoe · 27 days ago

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proud “hehe” no jackson user

once you start saying shit like "yayy" "yippee" and "hehe" theres no going back

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minimomoe · 28 days ago

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Fever n Frosting

here's a little sneak peak of something in my wips... Toji centered, ofc. fluff and whatnot

“Don’t look at it.”

“I don’t even know what I’m looking at.”

“God, it’s ugly, that’s why,” you cried out.

It was a new week, new day. You have since gone back to work in good health. Your subordinates had left a plethora of messages and emails the days you were out, wishing for a speedy recovery as you have never missed a day of work since… well ever. The day after you packed your own lunch, smiling fondly at yourself at the nikujaga in your thermal cup that Toji had cooked. You loved it so much that you tried your hand in the kitchen. Baking, to be exact. You thought that it would be easier and wanted to surprise Toji the next time you saw him. You were horribly humbled by the deceptively easy food blog.

Toji stared at the cake on the countertop, and then stared some more. It was uneven for one, the left side much lower than the right. You put icing on it before it completely cooled and the pink sugar dripped down onto the table, exposing the yellow cake that laid beneath. Toji wasn’t sure how exactly he could tell, but it looked dense.

“You don’t have to eat it—“

“I’m eating it,” Toji cut you off. You gave him a look of horror.

“I didn’t even ask you if you liked sweets! Spare me the embarrassment,” you squealed.

“Nah, you made it for me. Might as well give it a taste,” he said.

Toji ignored your pleas and rummaged through your cabinets for a plate and fork. He cut a hefty slice and held up the fork for you to taste first, which you profusely shook your head at. He then shrugged and shoved the fork in his mouth. Toji was quiet as he ate, only looking at you with little reaction. You held your breath as you waited for his verdict.

“Are you sure you were trying to make a cake?”

“Oh kill me now.” You threw your head in your hands. “Is it really that bad?”

Once again Toji held the fork up for you, gently nudging it on your lips. You opened your mouth, suddenly more embarrassed at the fact that he was feeding you than the failed baking experiment. He stared at your mouth while you stared at his face, noticing how his mouth slightly parted when he slipped the cake behind your teeth. His eyes flicked up to yours and you found it hard to chew.

“Speak, woman.”

It was a dry, crumbly mess that wasn’t even sweet. Your eyebrows then flew up in realization for the odd taste. Once again, you wished the floor would open up and swallow you.

“I forgot sugar,” you groaned. You groaned again, a long and exasperated one, resting your head on the countertop in hopes of expelling your failures. Unexpectedly, laughter fell onto your ears. You peeled off of the surface to gape at Toji and he was laughing, a genuine one, not the half chuckled he usually handed out that brought color to his face. It was a beautiful sight to bear that lifted your spirits a bit.

“It’s been a while since anybody made me something,” Toji said softly after he was done. The look on his face stirred something in you. Ruddy blush painted over his cheeks and the crows feet around his eyes deepened. “It’s not the best but trust me, I’ve eaten worse.”

“I’m not too sure if that's a compliment. It certainly doesn’t make me feel any better.”

What a lie. His words warmed your face. You shoved the wretched butterflies that wanted to dance in your stomach down by scooping icing up with your finger and eating it.

“This doesn’t taste bad.”

“Let me have some more,” Toji said, licking the remaining off of your finger. His hand wrapped around your waist and your wrist as he stood behind you, and your jaw tightened as you felt his tongue pad moved on your skin. “You’re right. I bet it’s store bought.”

“Hush you,” you nervously giggled. He remained standing behind you, his body caging you to the countertop, eating his slice over your shoulder even when you told him you wouldn’t take it personally if he heaped the whole thing in the trash. He offered you bites every so often, and at the very last bite you accepted it. It was just as tasteless as the first, but when he cupped your chin to face him so he could kiss you, it was as sweet as could be.

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