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afortoru · 1 year

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

Pairing: ceo!Toji Zenin x reader

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst

Word count: 2.2 k

Warnings: old memories both happy and sad ones ig

Note: I wrote an hardcore family fluff...yaay! also im sorry Sukuna stans for making him your brother in this fic TT and if your are reading this, i love you *mwah*

The Zenin Group Pvt Ltd is one of the most infamous company in this world of bussisness. Everyone who's associated with it, gains nothing but tons and loads of money as being there slaves. Even there rivals have given up. Everytime there bussisness rivals try to took them down, something happens to their own company and they'll suddenly loose there shares and shareholders. Even a thought of having The Zenin Group as there rivals would make them shiver, causing them sleepless nights.

But who wasn't affected by this so called infamous company was The Ryomen Interprises Pvt Ltd. The Ryomen's was on top with their business as much as the Zenin's were. They were infact the only rivals who were standing long and tall infront of the Zenin's. The two groups who couldn't bring each other down to hell by there little games decided to play with your's and the upcoming young ceo of the Zenin group, Toji Zenin's life.

You were the only daughter and the second youngest child of the family with your older brother Ryomen Sukuna.

Sukuna was one hell of a cold guy, ignoring the girls lurking around him to get his attention, not giving in into cheap pleases from the business partners and the list goes on. For the the outside world he was a stone cold narcissistic rich guy but the one's who got to see his soft side were the one's he loved the most, his dearest little sister,you and your mother.

Sukuna hold you two like his life depends on you too and it did. Your father, Mr. Ryomen would also get his cold looks and an 'idgaf' attitude. Since Sukuna knows his father oh so well and what that man could do to continue his legacy.

That's why he didn't thought for a second when your father finally wanted him to take over their business and become the ceo. Sukuna thought he could finally make things right with the company under him but later did he knew that some decisions were still under your father's hand.

You were busy checking up the decorations for the party held for your brother being the new CEO.

"I see you're pretty excited about this, huh!" you can tell how annoyed he was with all the preparations. "Atleast let me pretend like I'm preparing for my big bro's wedding or something like that" you said walking towards Sukuna whose expressions has turned from annoyed to confused. "Well looking at the way you 'shoo' people around you specially women, I don't think so you're getting married any soon" listening to your words he looked at you with a annoyed grin "so is that what my sister wants from me now huh, what else do you want, should I rip my heart out for you" he stated "you should totally, maybe then I can sell it to buy myself the new book in my wishlist" you winked at him. Sukuna stood their with a shocked face thinking how can his lovely sister be so mean, oh wait you're his sister there's going to be something about you that's in his personality too.

You went back to look over to the decorations as squeeled from your place as you felt someone's tickling you. "You really gonna be this mean to me huh, never thought this much money couldn't buy you a book but my heart would huh?" he jokingly mentioned while you were on the verge of tears from laughing. "Sukuna stop please, I'm sorry stop...ahhh you idiot I'm gonna tell mom, MOM" you made yourself free from him as you started running outside to the grand house garden.

"Wait you-" he called you out as you made your way towards your mom looking back at him with a funny expression on your face. "I gonna tell mom you're- , ahh!" You weren't looking in front while running as you felt someone stopping you.

"What's so funny kids?", you looked to see the face of the man your brother hates the most, your father. "Why are you running after her like that my son?" he stated with a smile on his face. Sukuna didn't mind his words as he took your hand about to leave but you pulled away. "Nothing dad, we're just going to see mom" you said not wanting to be rude to your father.

He gave you a gentle smile and then he started walking towards Sukuna "Son i know you don't like me but atleast try to act not that mean, can't you?" , "I don't like you?, I hate you... stop being delusional." Sukuna states with an annoyed expression.

"What's happening, I heard Y/N call me. Why'd you call me dear?" you with both the men standing with you turn towards the voice coming from the other side of the hall, you mother Mrs. Ryomen.

She walked towards you and the two men with a gentle smile. Sukuna looks at his mother and then he sees your face, she's exactly like mom, he thought to himself.

She greets your father with a gracious smile, as he nods and smiles back. "Why'd you call me dear?". You pointed towards your brother, faking a pout "Kuna, he was tickling me, i told him not disturb me while I'm working for ceremony held for him and here he's not even a little pounce of gratitude on his face", he grunts listening you complaining like a little kid "hell I'm not , and did I asked you to do this decorations when we already have so much workers around" he says as he pokes you on your cheeks." Mom, you see how rude he'd became now,I-".

"My dear son you should be glad your sister is happy and helping with arranging the ceremony of you being the new ceo, am I right darling?", your father directed this question to you mother, she just noded instead of giving any answer.

"She's not actually happy-", he was interrupted by your mom. "Um Sukuna, dear I need you and Y/N with me right now, please excuse us dear", she asks as a permission from Mr. Ryomen to leave.

You slightly smiled towards him before you started following your mom and Sukuna. As your father stands behind knowing that he won't ever get the same closure from you and Sukuna the like you give your mother. He still appreciated your kindness towards him, atleast you try unlike Sukuna.

He sighs as he walked around the house checking the preparations being held for his son's being the new ceo.

Mr. Ryomen won't say that he loves power, but you knew he does and he'll put his family on the line for this forsaken company. He won't even think once to choose his company, established by your so called forefathers over his wife who sacrificed her career, his daughter who was kind enough to still smile at him and his son who'll put his life on the line for his family.

Sukuna sat with your mom on the edge of the bed as you were trying to find something in the wardrobe. "Mom you sure you haven't lost it and kept it in the wardrobe?" you have been looking for whatever it was and you can sense Sukuna's being impatient.

"Mom, I don't think so this dummy would find whatever it is, you should go and check" he asked her receiving a "shut up" from you.

Your mom was about to get up to help you find it before you exclaimed, "I found it! Here!". Sukuna examine a medium sized, maroon coloured box that you were holding.

"Here mom, kuna this is for you…me and mom got this for you", you handed the box to your her. She looked towards Sukuna, who was now confused on what and why you two got any gift for him.

Your mom's hands moved towards his face as she gently ruffles his hair and places her palm on his now slightly blushind cheeks " for you my dear son" , she says with a motherly smile over her face as she hand overs the gift to Sukuna.

"B- but w-why…i mean is there anything special?", you chuckled at his stuttering."Open it first big bro, don't you wanna see what we got for you?" you reminded as his gaze went towards the box, what could it be, Sukuna thought to himself as he starts unwrapping it.

"I- it's a w- watch, but w- why?",his question made you walk towards him as you sat on the other side of the bed beside him.

"Because we love you and wanted to give you something since we know you're doing all this for us that's why me and mom decided to surprise you with this little gift", you said with a sweet smile as you can see his expressions soften.

"Thankyou so much both of you!", Sukuna felt he's about to shed some tears but he contained himself as he quickly held both of you and your mom in his arms into a hug.

"We know why are you taking the position of the ceo in your father's company, son. M- mom's s- so proud of you, she's so sorry she couldn't-" Sukuna shushed as she's now sobbing into his shirt.

"Mom you did enough for the both us, please don't say like this. Whatever we do, it won't be enough to what you did so please don't speak like that", he uttered as he hold the both of you more closely and tightly like his life depends on it.

"Everything is fine, big bro but I kinda being suffocated, you should do a little less exercise", your words made your mom and Sukuna chuckle as he let go the both of you."If I won't exercise then who's gonna protect you, huh?" he questioned with a smirk with his look diverted towards you.

"I can protect myself, alright. Don't go on this pretty face, i can beat some asses too" you stated proudly pointing a finger towards your face."And who said you're pretty?", Sukuna's word made you pout, gaining a chuckle from your mom.

"Hey! mom not you too" you whinned.

"You're the prettiest, dummy…happy now?", your pout turned into a very much satisfied smile from his words as you nod.

Your mother on the other hand can't believe how lucky she got having you and Sukuna as her kids. She cherish you two too much than she already do. Everyday you two get older, she can't help but want to spend more time with you two, see you bickering, fighting, laughing, just the desire to see you both increases and she can't help it. She knows that one day her daughter and son would have there own family, their own kids and maybe you two won't have enough time for her but she's just happy with the thought of you two being settled down with your spouses oneday.

"Mom, why the teary eyes?", she was snapped back to reality as you wipes her tears away, she didn't realised she was crying.

"N- nothing, just you two make me so happy I can't get enough of you two. Always stay like this together, protect each other, always stand for each other and never let anyone else break this bond between you too…mom loves the both of you so much" she sniffles as she pats one hand on your head and another on Sukuna's.

You and Sukuna looked at each other before hugging your mom exactly how you did it when you were kids. You two used two jump on her everytime you came back from school or in any occasion when you missed her. She would always take you two in her motherly embrace and the what you two felt in her arms is something you can say that's better than the feeling of even being in heaven, so warm, so tender.

It would be true to say that the three of you don't wanna break from this hug, maybe an eternity would feel less cause this love is something you could never get tired of.

Your mother is so lost embracing her most precious possessions.

You were glad to have a family, who loved you so much that you couldn't imagine anyone else to live you more than then. No there's no way anyone who could give you there heart like your family, or was there?

Sukuna on the other hand can't believe how he got so lucky to have you as his sister and her as his mother. The more he's with you two the more he wants to protect you two from this world. He want to give everything best in this world to you and your mom. Sukuna might not be able to fight his father or change the past but he promised to himself that he would never let his mom suffer again, she is happy now but he knows what she's been through for the both of you and you, he lives to protect you from anyone who even thinks to hurt you. He swear they won't see the sun if anyone would even dare to think about you wrongly. He had taken this unspoken pledge to shield you and you too believed you would not find any men like you brother in your life until you met him.

Tagging my babies:

@lotus-n-l0ve @luvjiro @luckimoon @vagabond-umlaut

I'm still an amature writer so feel free to advise me please.

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sukunastoy · 2 years

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Shameful Attraction (CEO! Sukuna x Female Reader~NSFW~Part 3)

Pairings: CEO!Sukuna x fem!reader x fiance!Toji (Non-Curse AU)

Synopsis: You've been in a long-term relationship with Toji from high school, who is the love of your life. Well, sometimes he is... You turn a blind eye to all of the heartaches he seems to deliberately bring upon you and the relationship. Despite his actions, you've remained loyal and true. That is, until Sukuna, a CEO and your new boss, draws you into an affair.

CW/TW: This story has moments of mistreatment and abuse in it. There are references all throughout about this behavior—Hitting, name-calling, degradation, hiding bruises, domestic violence, sexual assault, being drugged/unaware, cheating, unfaithfulness etc. Also, reader is thin/underweight, unprotected sex, fingering, pet names (i.e., doll, pretty thing, little one, princess, etc.), praise kink. Mentions of depression and thoughts of suicide in later chapters.

THIS CHAPTER SPECIFICALLY CONTAINS SEXUAL ASSAULT/DOMESTIC VIOLENCE.

Wordcount: 9.5k+

(Previous, Part 2)

~That opportunity for a good time came back, and unlike before, you accepted Sukuna's offer to go out with him. And what a night it was! This incredibly sexy man introduced you to things you never knew were possible. Unfortunately, good things must come to an end.~

Friday, 3:57 AM

Comfort suddenly turned to terror amid your sleep as the constant chiming of your phone in the distance awoke you. You sat upright in the foreign bed at an alarming rate while struggling to catch your breath. This wasn't your bed? No, that's right, you went home with someone. Oh god, you went home with someone? The sound rang out again, and you swallowed hard at the realization it was Toji messaging you. He was going to know about this. There wasn't a doubt in your mind. How could you have done such a thing like this?

How could you be so stupid and believe there wouldn't be a consequence? He'd beat you within an inch of your life or worse. Going to bed with some other man out of spite; had your lost your mind?

"You alright, doll?" Sukuna's deep and timbre voice relaxed you like a surprisingly warm hug, and you looked down at him in the darkness while one of his hands caressed your back gently. God, he sounded so sexy even while half asleep. "I just got startled awake.” you spoke quietly, focusing on the warmth of his hand on your skin. His touch was so different than Toji's, so comforting and reassuring. Toji's hands always felt rough, aggressive, and controlling. At least, now they seemed that way. Before, it all just seemed normal. The man next to you sat up, pinching the inner corners of his eyes while yawning, and you looked at him in awe and admiration. There was once a time that you looked at Toji this way, and the fact that he used to return the affection was enough to make you feel ill at the moment. At least, you thought he returned the affection. "I didn't mean to wake you." You said quietly, looking away from those gorgeous eyes and down to the blankets where your hands fumbled together. You needed to get your phone, but you were terrified to see what messages could be on it. When there was a moment of silence, you looked ahead out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring the view. It was a bit too bright to really see any stars in the sky, but the lit-up buildings spanned out like a sea from the window. There was much more outside on the balconies too that you were curious about, but those would have to remain unknown for now. "I'm jealous of this view." You mumbled with a small laugh before looking at him again. He had an arm resting atop his bent knee, looking out the window for a moment as well and then gave a slight shrug. "Some of my other places have much better views." "Other places? Like, you have another home besides this?" That charming smile spread across his face as he turned his gaze to you. "Oh, sweetheart. Your naivety is adorable." You blushed while looking down at the blankets again, unsure how to respond to such information. "Why-never mind." You said, trying not to pry. "Why do I have so many homes?" He assumed casually. "Because I travel around often, and hotels aren't preferable when I'm in a place for several months at a time. And, simply because I can afford it." His grin turned into a cocky smirk as he leaned over to you. "Besides, it's more impressive to wake up to such a nice view like this, isn't it?" "Are you talking about the view out of a big window or the view of yourself?" You teased, and he chuckled while hooking a finger up under your chin, turning your face towards his as he brought his lips towards yours. "Which do you prefer?" He whispered, and you parted your lips in anticipation. Hearing the sound of your phone again, though, almost like a demand for you to respond, your body automatically gave a slight shudder, and you moved back in worry.

The man in your life was demanding your attention, and you were blatantly ignoring him while in another man's bed. "I’ll be right back.” You sighed while getting out of bed and slipping your shirt back on.

Rummaging through your purse by the elevator door, it had chimed several more times, only spiking your panic. 13 missed calls and 15 unread text messages. That's not good. -"Hey."- -missed call- -"The fuck, answer me." -missed call- -missed call- -missed call- -"Are you fucking ignoring me? Answer your fucking phone."- -missed call- -missed call- -"Fucking answer."- -"I'm not playing with you. Answer the goddamn phone."- -missed call- -"Pretending you don't hear the phone? Where the fuck are you right now that you can't hear it?"- -missed call- -missed call- -missed call- -missed call- -"I'll beat your fucking ass if you don't stop ignoring me."- -"If I call that hotel, you better fucking be there."- -missed call- -missed call- -"Not even answering the hotel phone? Are you kidding me right now?"- -"Where the fuck are you?"- -"Answer"- -"This"- -"Goddamn"- -"Phone"- -"NOW”-

Reading the notifications as quickly as possible, the blood drained from your face, leaving you cold and trembling. In the middle of your calling back, he sent another text, and you swallowed hard to prepare for the conversation you were about to have.

Stay calm. Don't react.

Stay calm, and don't react.

A mantra you've recited a million times already. The ring barely lasted a moment before his growl came through the other end.

["Before you open your fucking mouth. Just know there isn't anything you can say right now to keep me from locking you up in the fucking crate when you get home. You understand me?"] ["Y-yes, I'm sorry-"] ["Save your bullshit apology. You know the fucking rules. You answer this phone when I call. I don't give a fuck if you're sleeping. It should never take that long for you to hear the fucking ringing. I mean, did you turn it on silent or something like a stupid bitch?"] ["N-no. I just didn't hear it."] ["'Just didn't hear it.'"] He mocked you and then scoffed. ["And the hotel phone? You couldn't hear that either? Unless you're not actually at that hotel?"] ["Of course I'm at the hotel."] His brief silence on the other end of the line frightened you, as you hadn't thought of him calling the hotel room before agreeing to stay the night with Sukuna. Fuck, it's not like you knew how any of this was supposed to work. ["So if I call your hotel room right after this, you'll be there and able to answer the phone?"] ["...No. I won't answer it 'cause I'm trying to sleep. I have to get up early too. You're talking to me now."] You knew that was not the answer he'd want to hear, which would most likely earn you more punishment, but the alternative was him finding out you weren't there. There'd be more hell to pay if he knew where you were right now, and what you had just done. You really messed up this time... ["Fine. Fine. But I'm still beating your ass when you get home. You got that?"] ["Yes..."] Hearing Sukuna walk up behind you, you tensed and pressed the phone harder to your ear, hoping he wouldn't hear anything that Toji was saying.

["Tch...You know I have to do this cause you're mine, right? I can't let you get any thoughts of trying to leave me again."] ["I know.] Toji was always more bark than bite, but when he finally snapped at moments, it was some of the worst pain and most agonizing fear you'd ever experience. Usually, he'd threaten you into submission, and you'd get off lucky with only a few shoves and some slaps. Other times he'd see red and go off on you in the worst way possible. Like always, he hung up immediately after, making you simultaneously sad and angry. You slung your phone down into your bag before holding a hand over your face, trying not to cry. "He seems to become more charming each phone call," Sukuna said with obvious satire from behind you. You were lucky he hadn't been able to hear anything that Toji had said, but judging how you were replying, it was clear it wasn't a good conversation. "He was just really worried 'cause I didn't answer. It's not his fault that he was upset." You mumbled in response while wrapping your arms across your chest. "God, I feel bad.” "For what? Being asleep and not hearing the phone?" "No, for, I don't know." you murmured while offering a defeated shrug, wiping your eyes. "It's just; sometimes I feel like he doesn't even..." Don't say it, that's not something you wanted to admit to yourself. He was still with you, so he must love you. You'd been with him for years; of course he loved you. If he didn't care, he wouldn't be so upset. But. "Just feels like he doesn't love me the same anymore." you sighed despairingly. "I try to do so much for him, but I just keep messing up. Like nothing makes him happy anymore. I can't say or do anything right. It's so damn exhausting." You groaned while rubbing your face in anger and also instant guilt. Why are you telling this gorgeous man your problems? It's probably not anything he wanted to hear. "I'm sorry, I just, I don’t know.” Taking a breath, you gave a small laugh while looking up at him. For a moment, you had expected him to look bored, or even a bit uncomfortable at your sudden little outburst; but he wasn't displaying any of that.

"What keeps you from leaving?"

Leave? Leave Toji? Of course, that idea had come to mind numerous times. In fact, you had left him before—several times. One time you stayed with a friend for a night to get away, resulting in Toji breaking down their front door to drag you back home. They tried to call the cops, but you didn't want the situation to worsen and just left willingly. Another time you fled to a hotel for a couple of days after he beat you so badly you couldn't open one of your eyes. Coming back to your room one night, you found Toji sitting on the bed, waiting for you. Another time you attempted to leave, you took the train as far as possible. Away from anyone you knew or anyone Toji knew. But, just like always, it took him only a short time to find you. He always found you. He would always be so gentle when he got you back home too. That's when he was the sweetest. Suddenly you’d mean the world to him. And he'd let you know he was terrified of you not being in his life. To give him another chance. That he doesn't mean what he does, you're just so perfect he panics at the thought of losing you. No one could ever love him as you do.

Unfortunately, you could not explain this without extreme shame or embarrassment, especially to a guy like Sukuna.

After a moment of still looking up at him while lost in your thoughts, you tossed your arms around his neck to kiss his lips with an aching desire. Thinking of Toji just tore your heart into pieces, but getting attention from this man provided the relief you needed from the pain. It was wrong, it was so wrong to use him to feel better, wasn't it? To use sex and attention from some stranger to feel something that wasn't just grief and agony?

He certainly didn't seem to mind, though.

It didn't take long for him to bring you back to his room and drop you down onto the bed. He stole your breath through rough kisses while moving over your body, pinning your wrists into the blankets. Your eager whines filled the room as he rolled his hips down into yours, letting out a growl of excitement. "Please…" you begged, body writhing up from the bed as his lips trailed down your neck. "You want this cock again, already so soon?" He teased through that gruff, low voice, sending chills through your veins. He flipped you over to your stomach and patted your ass quickly as a command to lift yourself for him. As the obedient woman you were, there wasn't a second of hesitation. "Still so needy, I see." He chuckled and suddenly nipped at your ass, making you squeak before he continued. The pure intensity of pressure that filled you as he pushed himself inside made your jaw fall open weakly, with soft and nearly pathetic whines emitting from it. The honest look of pleasure upon his face from your walls sucking him in made you almost cum, hardly able to handle how fucking hot he was. You could feel how tense his body was, but he was also mindful of his pace, taking his time not to hurt you. As your head was turned to try and look at him, he kissed the side of your face tenderly, sinking further into your heat. He dwarfed your body beneath his, encompassing you in comfort and security as his arms were on either side of you. "Sukuna..." you whined softly, closing your eyes while wincing from the ache. The emotions you felt all over again made you want to cry, and you wrapped one of your arms around his to hold on.

His body leaned over yours as he started to fuck you relentlessly from behind, each thrust forcing a yelp from your throat. Your hips sank into the bed, and you grabbed onto the pillows in front of you, moaning as you slowly brought them to yourself, your mind already numb. You just needed something to hold and bury your face into, so embarrassed from the squelching of your desperate pussy. A smirk tugged at his lips as he kissed the side of your head and cheek, not letting up on how rough he was being. One of those large hands slipped under your jaw to lift your face from the pillows, and you did your best to look up at him, little tears trickling from your dove eyes. Seeing that incredibly sexy smile with sharpened canines had you panting and clamping down harder on his thrusting cock, sending your mind into a spiral. "Is my pretty little thing enjoying herself?" You could only manage a quick nod before he let your face drop back into the pillows. He chuckled at your soft whimpers, loving how easily he drove you to a trembling mess full of unbearable pleasure again so soon. The creaking of the bed is what did you in, as it only happened once he started pounding into you so hard that you began to drool. He let your face remain in the pillows as you held onto them tightly, hiding your screams from cumming so hard. "Fuck yes, that's it..." he groaned into your neck, bucking into you without mercy while chasing his own release.

You were already in trouble with Toji; no way around it. So you might as well enjoy yourself as much as possible before having to go home.

Friday, 4:30 PM

Letting out a deep, ragged sigh as the train pulled into the station close to your home, you clenched your bag, waiting for the moment you could exit the train, not that you wanted to.

Sukuna had let you stay in bed after he literally put you back to sleep. He left you to rest and completed any work he needed from his home office. You felt embarrassed to have slept so late into the afternoon, sprawled across his comfortable bed like a spent hooker. Still, he assured you it was alright, you were tired, and he couldn't resist claiming to be part of the reason for your exhaustion, which was a significant contributor. He didn't bring up what you had said about Toji, and you were so thankful for it. You never just spilled anything like that to anyone, and you were worried about how that made you appear. Probably just some whiny woman who over-exaggerated their problems.

Though you had tried to deny it, Sukuna made lunch for the both of you, him not letting you leave without something to eat. He offered to drive you back to the hotel to get anything you left in the room and check out, and then he would take you to the train station when it was time for your departure.

Sitting in his car after already thanking him profusely for everything, you stared at the train station, eyes almost glossed over as if you could cry at any moment. Fuck, you didn't want to go home. You didn't want to head back to it all. Hearing your name in Sukuna's voice so softly, you turned to look at him and gave an embarrassed smile. "Sorry, was just lost in thought." you laughed nervously, picking up your purse and bag from the floorboard.

His brows pinched together slightly, but he exited from his side of the vehicle when the door was opened for him. The driver came to your side shortly after and opened the door before moving out of the way for Sukuna. Taking hold of his hand that was offered down to you to help you out, you grasped onto it eagerly, pulling yourself up and out of his car, wiggling your legs slightly to make sure your skirt was properly down all the way and not accidentally lifted in the back or something.

"Thank you again so much." you smiled, unable to keep looking at him for long. Bringing your hand to his mouth, he gently let his lips touch your skin, kissing it softly. "Thank you, doll."

Stammering at his actions and feeling your heartbeat elevate through your chest, you could only look to the side bashfully.

"I'll see you Monday, in the office, pretty thing." he chuckled before he released your hand and gestured you should head to your train, so you didn't miss it.

Glancing back as you had gotten some distance from him, you had expected he would have already gotten back into the vehicle, but instead, he was leaning against the side of his car, lifting an arm slightly to give a wave as he noticed you looking back to him. A tear finally escaped from the corner of your eye as you lifted your hand anxiously to return his wave before entering the station, him no longer in view.

Now sitting in your seat, only minutes from home, your breath was seized up in your throat from fear, knowing Toji would go off on you the second you walked in.

'What keeps you from leaving?'

You were terrified for your safety.

Sukunas POV~

Watching her leave brought an odd feeling to his chest. Almost like he was troubled to see her go. Such strange emotions were foreign to him. Was he, missing her? A preposterous thought. She was just another woman he easily charmed and got into his bed. She was easy like all the others. Making a woman flustered with compliments and an expensive date wasn't difficult, not for him anyway. He saw a pretty face and got what he wanted per usual. She was just another woman in another city he got to fuck. If that was the case, why did he feel worried that she had to return home? Why did the look of sadness on her face make him concerned for what she might be going through? Watching the city pass by the window as he rode in the car, his thoughts were complicated and unorganized. He glanced to the unoccupied seat next to him, wondering why it felt so empty. Many women had sat there. Many women had bounced on his lap in these seats, given him head or even been pinned down as he fucked them mindlessly. And truth be told, he couldn't really recall most of their names or faces. Not that he cared to do so anyway. But her face was so vivid in his thoughts, and her name sounded so sweet as it fell from his lips. Mentioning her name to himself in the silence, he smirked at the action. It wasn't usual for him to be interested in someone he took to bed, but he couldn't get her out of his thoughts...

Heading into the office before going home, Sukuna was met with one of his associates, Nanami, on his way out. "Bit of elation upon your face, mind filling me in?" Nanami questioned while holding the door open for his boss to enter the building. "It's nothing serious, if you're curious about that." "Doesn't matter what it pertains to, seeing your genuine smile is a rarity. That's what I'm curious about." Sukuna chuckled at his associates words while heading to the elevator to go up the few flights to the executive floor with his main office. Naturally, Nanami accompanied him, briefly going over the events for the day and what awaits his boss for Monday. "Well, leave that work at my desk. I'll have my assistant check it out Monday. I need to make sure she knows what to look for." "Oh, I assume the interview yesterday was successful then? Heard she dumped coffee all over both of you. I imagined you kicking her to the curb instantly." "I thought of it. But then of course I had a better idea." Sukuna said as the elevator let them out to the office suite. "Please tell me that's not the reason she got the job." Nanami groaned, not wanting a mindless bimbo around the office. "How insulting your assumptions are." Sukuna laughed while arriving at the door to his personal office, unlocking it and pushing it open. The room immediately illuminated at his presence. Special lighting that directed their glow onto business awards and expensive pieces of art came on slowly, their rays being gentle. A large black and gray stone wall behind his desk was lit up, the small beams of light coming through carefully placed openings to make the piece modern and sharp. Nanami took his seat in one of the black leather armchairs facing Sukuna's desk and let out a bit of a sigh, still troubling over what woman his boss just hired. A decanter of scotch sat on a carved table nearby and he seriously considered getting a drink. It had been a long enough week already. "Enlighten me then, on who this woman is." "She's my assistant that's all there is to it, one that finally has the competence of what I need. She's a bit shy, but her resume proves she excels at what she does. Seems genuine enough, not some pretentious idiot who expects an easy job." "Despite the coffee incident?" "Well, she made it up to me. A couple of times already." He gave a throaty chuckle while logging into his laptop, making Nanami shake his head and reach for that decanter. "This won't turn out to be another MeiMei situation I hope." Sukunas fingers twitched lightly at the name, though he didn't look over to his associate. The gorgeous woman at his main office location in Kyoto was someone he cared not to fill his mind with. They had their past, a bit of history, but that was long over. A fallout that Sukuna nearly let get to him. No woman was going to bring him down like that again, he made sure of it. Despite their differences, she was money hungry and driven. And he could always depend she'd keep the cash flow smooth. "She's nothing like MeiMei." He started, reading over emails and marking which were important and which could wait. "Besides, you know I'm not interested in an ordeal like that again." Nanami nodded in agreement and set a glass of scotch down on Sukunas desk while taking a drink of his own. "So you've said. But I've not seen that look upon your face since you hired MeiMei. Quite chipper looking..." "I found a capable assistant and a good fuck all in one, so sue me."

Your POV~

Upon arriving at your apartment door, your knuckles nearly turned white from clutching your bag and purse tightly. Before you could even fully open the door, you could hear the laughs and tiny giggles of other people in your apartment. He had company over? Maybe he had calmed down and wasn't going to do anything after all; sometimes, you got lucky. Slipping inside quietly, you were briefly alarmed to see Toji's cousin, Naoya, and his best friend, Geto, sitting in the living room with two women you'd never seen before. They had food and drinks everywhere, and the place was a complete mess. Toji was amongst them, encouraging the guys to a few more rounds of shots. Once the door clicked shut, your fiancé glanced over and raised a shot glass in your direction, a half-drunken grin on his face at your arrival. "Oh-ho-ho! There's my little princess." You gave a forced smile to him and the others, but your stomach twisted in knots when the two women looked over you as if you were beneath them. They shared a hushed whisper while laughing and looking back, and you rolled your eyes, feeling completely uncomfortable. They were so dolled up; you wouldn't be surprised if they were a couple of escorts. Naoya was a pig of a man who put his dick in more random women than he did his wife, and you wanted to be disgusted by it, but after last night, were you any different now?

Crossing your arms tightly across your chest, you walked through the kitchen to head towards your bedroom, not caring to be included in this company. Whenever he had the guys over for the night, you always woke up the following day feeling so ill and weak, and you couldn't ever figure out why. Probably because, at some point, you knew Toji would demand you drink with them, and you, of course, had to comply and get drunk with them.

You scoffed upon hearing more snickers from the women as you went into your room, ignoring Toji's efforts to come to drink with him. Setting your bag down on the bed to unpack it, a small package inside caught your attention by surprise. Carefully pulling it out, you opened the lid from the container and suddenly felt your heart flutter at the contents inside. A little bento with egg over rice was nestled inside with a cooling pack, and you hiccupped through a small and sudden sob. Sukuna packed you some food to return home with? Was he even real?

Glancing back to the bedroom door quickly, you watched carefully, knowing Toji would take it away from you if he saw it. Tossing aside any manners, you quickly ate it like an animal desperate to get a meal in. Since Toji had the guys over, he wouldn't be having an actual dinner, and you weren't allowed to eat without him. Opening the closet to put your bag away, you froze upon seeing the crate Toji had mentioned over the phone. The lock was still secured, and a pile of junk was atop it, as usual, meaning he didn't prepare it. It didn't happen often, and it had been a long time since he shoved you into the crate as punishment. A lot of the time, you brought it upon yourself. Right? If you just did what he wanted or told you to do, there wouldn't be any consequences. He was the man of the household, and it was your job to be obedient and listen. Unfortunately, there were times you couldn't seem to do anything right for your fiancé.

Not long after your secret meal, Toji strolled into the bedroom, asking why you were not joining the fun. You had given up on denying him years ago, just accepting his demands. There was less fighting that way, and since you were already walking on thin ice with him, making him angry was the worst thing you could do now. As usual, you took your place on the couch next to him, forcing a few smiles and laughs at whatever was going on, and you tried not to put yourself down in the presence of the other women. Their fake laughs and giddiness were beyond annoying at a certain point, and you just wanted everyone out of your home. But you knew Toji was doing this on purpose, and for that, you couldn't expect relief to come any time soon. This was better than being shoved into the crate, or hit, at least.

The stench of alcohol wafted through the small apartment as the guys tried to out-drink each other, with the women cheering and pressuring more. Occasionally, Toji would turn to you on the couch and pull you into a deep and sloppy kiss, his hands roaming your body despite your small efforts to get him to stop. It was embarrassing to be slobbered on in front of other people, yet he never cared. The situation worsened when you felt his hand come up underneath your skirt. You whined through his lips, pulling your head back and pushing his hand from your sensitive areas. "Toji." you were flustered and uneasy with his actions, but he never took it seriously. "Oh, stop it; you're too uptight." "You have company over right now.” You mumbled while crossing your arms and turning your head, upset he could be so blunt and inappropriate with people able to see. "And? They're gonna fuck those women, so let me have fun with you." "Stop, please." you persisted, gently holding his hand. "It's embarrassing." He watched you for a moment before letting out a bored sigh and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine, fine.” "Damn, don't be such a boring bitch." Naoya snorted while rolling his eyes at your discomfort.

“Yeah don’t be a boring bitch.” Toji cooed in a mocking tone. His arm around you shook you slightly to get you to laugh, and on queue, you did as he expected, trying not to be upset any more than you already were. He was teasing and having fun, nothing you needed to be so offended about. Right? Before, all of this seemed so easy to block out and go with the motions, but not now; it wasn't easy to zone out. This behavior from Toji was something you had been used to for so long, and you felt it was customary to a certain point. This is just how guys were, so you looked over most of it; just thankful to have someone.

But, Sukuna didn't act like this. At all. Even when he was drinking, he was polite and considerate. And when he laid you down in his bed, he displayed control and comfort when you needed it. Damn, he even stopped when you needed him to. And there wasn't some hurtful teasing to accompany it. And how he hugged you when you were crying afterward couldn't have been typical. It was probably because it was just a hookup, and he could pretend to be admirable for a short while. You couldn't honestly expect someone who spent years with you to maintain a nice facade for so long. People got angry and had emotions, and Toji was allowed to express those. Going through this was normal, wasn't it? It was the trade-off with a long-term relationship. You got to have companionship and someone to go home to, so dealing with their bad days was expected and required.

For the next few hours, you did your best to consider Toji's feelings and play along when he joked with you or tried to grope you. Since you were off being a tramp last night, this shouldn't have been an issue. Naoya had eventually made you a drink, and you were expected to take it as usual. It's not how you wanted to spend this night, but you tried to be the excellent fiance that Toji expected.

Saturday, 12:14 AM

"T-Toji..." "Just be still, princess." "Mmm...w-what are you doing..?" "Just having some fun." You couldn't move; that much was obvious. Your head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and you tugged at your wrists to no avail. "I'm stuck..." "We want you stuck." "We..?" Your question remained unanswered, but you felt lips come to your neck, and you whimpered softly at the touch. You must have been entirely out of it cause it felt like his hands were all over your body. "You're being such a good girl, aren't you?" You gave a weak nod while trying to open your eyes, but you could only see darkness. "Toji...I-I'm sorry...for not answering the phone earlier." "That's okay, princess. You're being forgiven." "It hurts..." you sniffled as pain rattled your body, and you tried to move away from the unrelenting sensations. "S-stop, please..." "Shut your mouth. You know you like this anyway. Your pretty pictures show that you do." Your pictures?

“Fuck, feels better than my wife’s cunt.”

“Pussy that you pay for always feels better.”

“So long as you guys wanna keep handing over the cash, she’s always yours to enjoy.”

“Toji, it hurts…” "Next time, make that drink a bit stronger. She's talking too much." "Well, the last time I did that, she didn't wake up for a couple of days." "So?" "T-Toji...who, who else is h...here..?" "No one. Just go back to sleep already."

As usual, a headache woke you abruptly from your sleep, and you groaned in discomfort while sitting up and holding your head. With the bedroom door wide open, you could tell that the TV was still on in the living room, and Toji wasn't in bed with you. You frowned at the sight of your naked body, wondering why Toji would have undressed you and then just put you in the bedroom. Wrapping your robe around your body, you slowly walked out of the room, feeling weak and tired. Naoya was sitting on the couch, one of the women hanging onto him while watching TV with him, and the other woman was sitting alone while texting on her phone. You didn't see Geto or Toji, but judging by the empty beer cans and bottles everywhere, they probably ran out of alcohol and went to get some more. The woman sitting alone looked up at you once she noticed your presence, and you quickly turned away, not wanting to see her giggle at you anymore for the night. Just wanting some water, you quietly went to the kitchen, trying to block the light from your eyes as it worsened the headache. Standing at the sink while sipping water from a glass, you noticed one of the women approach, and you inwardly groaned. "Are you okay?" She whispered, her expression soft and concerned, contrasting how she looked down on you earlier when you got home. "I'm okay; just a headache, is all." You shrugged it off, now washing out your cup. "...Does it happen often?" Looking at her in confusion, you crossed your arms over your chest and waited for her to explain more. "What are you talking about? The headaches? Probably cause I had too much to drink and-" "No, don't you remember anything?" "Remember what?" You questioned, a bit of concern now swirling in your tone. Before she could speak again, you heard the front door open, and the guys stumbled back in, laughing and carrying a couple more cases of beer. When the woman's attention was distracted, you slipped past her to go back to your room, just wanting to fall asleep again. You honestly had no idea what the woman was talking about, and you weren't sure if you even cared to find out. You just needed some more sleep.

Saturday, 1:30 AM

Luckily you could sneak back into the room without Toji noticing, and you hoped he would leave you alone for the rest of the night. You got your phone from your purse and sat up on the bed, trying to ignore the loud commotion already starting up again in the living room, even through the now closed door.

Unlocking your phone and seeing a notification pop up from about an ago, your eyes light up immediately.

-"Evening, pretty thing, just wanted to thank you for letting me take you out last night. I hope you enjoyed yourself."- Trembling fingers held onto your phone, and it didn't take long for a few drops of fallen tears to cover the little glowing screen as your eyes read the words. Damn, you already missed him so much? It was just a hookup, people do these things all the time. It would be best if you didn't miss him...He was your boss after all, you needed to stay professional.

Sitting at the bar with some nameless woman who was trying to tell him a dramatic story that he wasn't the least bit interested in, Sukuna had pulled out his phone to message the woman he preferred to be talking to right now. With you being on his mind all day and disturbing him for it, he decided he'd clear his head and find someone else to have and move on again, not wanting to stray from that easy and mindless routine he had.

Unfortunately, after he charmed a woman at the bar, he found himself not paying attention to her at all and, more often than not, only thinking about how you looked the night prior, how your smile and laugh were so delightful to see and hear, and how satisfied he made you feel through the night.

-"Evening, sir." you couldn't resist the little pet name, laughing lightly as you typed out the rest of your message, sniffling as the pain in your head and heart suddenly subsided, euphoria washing over you in an instant.

-"I truly enjoyed myself; thank you so much for the good time. I honestly appreciated everything you did for me. And I do mean everything."- You didn't expect a reply, but it still felt nice to get a message from him. Too bad you didn't see it sooner.

Looking down at his phone upon seeing your message come through, Sukuna grinned while opening it to read what you sent, cocking a brow at the last part. "Oh, is that so?" he chuckled to himself, his canines revealing themselves through his widened grin.

"Um, hello, are you even listening to me?" A hand waved at him to get his attention, but he remained looking down at his phone, typing out his response.

-"Ah, well, it was my pleasure, doll. Perhaps you'd allow me the honor to treat you to another night out again sometime."-

Shifting his eyes up to the woman he was sitting with, who had an angry scowl on her face, he sighed lightly. "Honestly, I can't recall a thing that has come from your mouth except for nonstop, irritating noise." His words made her jaw drop and stammer incoherently as he stood up, finishing his drink before setting the glass down. He gestured to the bartender that he was leaving for the night, who nodded in response, knowing to finish adding up the bill.

Hearing your phone chime again in response, you smiled and read it eagerly, unable to keep the heat from swirling in your cheeks. You were beyond thankful that he still replied, despite your late response.

-"I would love that, Sukuna."-

Sukuna continued to message you well into the night as the both of you talked about nothing in particular. It felt like you were enjoying each other's close company from a distance. Nothing inappropriate, nothing devious, almost like he was a great friend you've been needing.

You kept trying to convince yourself he should only be a friend and that what you did with him was very wrong. But at the same time, it was so very right, and you couldn't wait til it happened again. If that was something that even could happen again.

Every few moments, you'd erase the whole conversation just out of precaution in case Toji walked in, and you put some random name in for Sukuna's contact and labeled it as 'Yuna-Coworker' just in case he were to snoop, which happened often.

Saturday, 7:54 AM

You squirmed and groaned at the morning light hitting your eyes, pulling you out of a deep sleep. Seething at some lingering pain in your head, you held your forehead while trying to fully wake up, not even remembering when you had fallen asleep again.

Everything was quiet inside...and since you were left in peace, you knew Toji wasn't home.

Looking down at your phone quickly, you realized you completely stopped responding to Sukuna. You frowned slightly as you saw a couple of unread messages from him, hating that you didn't get to keep talking to him...

The last thing you texted was around 4 AM...he stayed up that late to keep talking with you..?

Your last message, 4:03 AM: -"I'm nervous for Monday; I hope I can get through your training quickly and do well."-

Sukunas response:-"You'll do just fine, pretty thing. I wouldn't worry about it. You get a couple weeks of training with me, so you don't have to feel rushed."-

You had fallen asleep before even being able to receive his message, not that you're surprised; you've been exhausted.

There was another message from him around 4:30 AM: -"I guess you've fallen asleep, doll. I hope you rest well."-

Giving a weak smile as you read his messages, you begrudgingly declined to reply and deleted all of the texts, hoping he wouldn't message you randomly when Toji was around... You set his notifications to vibrate only, so you could still hear other messages or calls if needed. God forbid you missed Toji's calls.

Not having much else to think about or do, you dragged yourself from the bed, slowly starting to pick up any mess around, as Toji never bothered to clean, and you were convinced he deliberately was a slob just to give you chores to do.

Opening up the curtains and windows, you let in some sunlight and fresh air to get some stuffiness out of the small apartment while you cleaned. Not like you had much else to do, so you always did as much deep cleaning as possible; at least your home could be refreshed and taken care of.

Saturday, 12:30 PM

Sitting outside in the small garden for the apartments, you casually read a book at one of the little tables, just passing the day. Toji was very possessive of the TV, so you typically didn’t watch anything. Other than being on your phone or reading, there wasn't much you got to do at home. And unless you were at work, Toji really didn't want you far from home. Still no sign or word from him though, and you hated yourself for feeling slightly worried for him. You couldn't help but send him a message, as you have in these situations so many times before; you couldn't help it, that self-damaging bleeding heart of yours.

The day still went on, and you remained outside, now casually watching a few parents and kids on the playground, their laughing keeping your mind occupied as you just sat and waited for something, anything, honestly. You always knew your life was rather dull and uneventful being at Toji's side. Still, it felt painfully empty now that you had a taste of something so sinful and exciting, as if you had been forced to eat a plain, bland meal your whole life with no seasonings or spices and Sukuna delivered to you the most exquisite thing you ever tasted. You needed more of it, so desperately. And if being a fuck toy for him helped you get it, well, so be it.

Toji never replied to you, and you didn't have the slightest idea of where he went, not that this was abnormal. He sometimes disappeared for several days in a row, doing god knows what.

Hearing your phone ring, you frowned at it deeply while seeing who it was, recognizing the number as a loan shark looking for their money, of course. Even on the weekend, they came looking. They weren't the typical company most people went through, however. A bit of under the table type dealings, which meant the consequences were beyond normal legal actions. Quick money with little to no background checks meant you could take out way bigger loans, no questions asked. But when it came time to pay, they didn't tolerate any delinquencies. If anything, it was treated as personal theft at that point.

Answering it while heading back inside, you let out a ragged sigh.

["Hello?"] ["Miss (Y/N)?"] ["This is her.”] ["I'm calling in regards to your several balances that have not received any type of decent payment for the last six months."] ["I know, I'm sorry, but I did start a new job, and as soon as I start getting my paychecks, I'll-"] ["Miss (Y/N), you've been given several opportunities to consolidate or pay the bare minimum, and we've received little to nothing. Our records indicated your previous job paid more than enough to cover your basic living expenses and the minimum requirement to keep these accounts from becoming a problem. I must say you are not responsible for your income or spending habits, and that will catch up with you very soon, I'm afraid. It's in print when you signed that we don't take these matters lightly. It's a privilege to receive our benefits and funding. The next step is prosecution and, most likely, jail time until the debts can be repaid. I apologize, but we have bent over backward to help you get out of this situation, and you don't seem to appreciate it in the least. If you cannot make a minimum payment on each account with the amount of ¥125,000, your information will be passed forward to our corresponding client who deals with this. And they use any means necessary."] ["Wait! Do I have to pay that on each account? At once? There are like 3 of them in total! I don't have that kind of-"] ["8 accounts, actually. So we would need a minimum total across all accounts of ¥1,000,000 by the end of next week, or there will be further repercussions beyond my control. Do you confirm you understand?"]

Slumping down against the wall after you got back into your apartment, you sniffled and stared blankly ahead.

["Miss? Do you understand what is expected of you and what will happen if that criterion can not be met?"] ["T-there should only be 3...I, I've only opened 3 accounts, I was gonna have them paid soon and I...I..."] There was silence on the other end of the line as you briefly sobbed, sobbed at the brutal knowledge of just how fucked you were right now. ["I d-don't have that kind of money...not yet...I need my paycheck...please...please give me a little more time. I'm begging you..."] There was a small sigh through the phone and a faint clicking on a keyboard before the woman spoke up again. ["Ill give you an extension...but an extension adds to your debt. Paying beforehand will keep this from happening, but if the extension is absolutely required, it will be added on. There isn't anything else I'll be able to do for you after that."]

After finishing the call and dropping your phone to the ground, you pulled your knees to your chest, crossed your arms over them, and buried your face while crying. It wasn’t so much that you couldn’t afford to pay it, but just knowing Toji had opened an additional 5 accounts in your name that you were unaware of broke your heart even more.

Your parents had bailed you out several times before, and Toji was aware of it. However, the last couple of times, they said if you remained with him, they wouldn't offer a helping hand anymore, and as stupid as you were, you stayed at his side, feeling loyal to your fiancé, being the only one to 'understand' his troubles. The last time you called, they hung up on you once you mentioned needing money, so your heart ached at the thought of even trying this time.

How could you blame them? They tried so hard to get you to understand what was wrong with Toji, but you fought with them in his defense, making a fool of yourself to protect his integrity, only to realize they were right all along. Realizing it much too late, unfortunately.

You couldn't even read your book; you felt so mentally drained and numb to the thought of owing an insane amount of money. Sitting on the couch and staring at the wall, you had exhausted all ideas or solutions in your head. Nothing would work, you didn't have any savings to pay for even a fraction of the debt. The extension just bought you a bit more time, not enough to actually come up with the money.

The call to your parents didn't even start ringing yet and you were already crying, terrified of the conversation. Much to your relief, and dismay, it was sent to the voicemail box. A generic computer voice spoke out, saying to leave a message after the beep. You didn't particularly want to leave a message while begging for money, but you needed to know an answer as soon as possible.

-"Mom, I'm sorry to call and ask. I don't mean to leave this as a message; I just don't know what else to do. I've tried, I've tried so hard not to ask for help. But, please, please help me again, just this one more time. I need...-"

Turning your head from the phone, you tried to stifle a sob and regain your composure.

-"I need ¥1,000,000. I know. I know this is bullshit. And I'm sure you and dad are disappointed in me, but I'm trying. I'm really trying. I got a new job that pays more, and my boss is really nice to me. So I hope eventually I can earn even more money the longer I'm there, and I can pay you guys back for everything. I swear I will. Please, please help me one more time. They said I'll go to prison this time if I don't pay. I'm sorry, for everything."-

Your stomach was twisted in knots, and you spent the next couple of hours hugging the toilet in the bathroom; you were so sick from stress. You didn't even hear the door when it opened, Toji coming into the bathroom unexpectedly. "Woah, you sick all of a sudden?" Hearing his voice while he knelt behind you, you turned your tear-stained face to him and whimpered sadly. His large hand touched your back, stroking it gently, and your lip quivered at his touch. He was the one causing this severe stress, how were you supposed to feel comfort? "The creditors called me," you started, wiping your mouth and turning your head away. "...Toji, they said there are eight accounts now." "And?" He scoffed while standing up from you. "And? Toji, you've opened more accounts, we don't have the money to pay for them; I don't have the money! I must pay ¥1,000,000 by next Friday or I could go to prison! What am I supposed to do?" He shrugged with little care regarding the situation. "Come on, they're not gonna send you to prison. It's just some scare tactic. Don't be so stupid." "Toji, this isn't just some normal bank association. You know this; we've discussed this. They give you whatever you need or want, but the consequences are written out!" "Ugh, you're so fucking dramatic; it's annoying. Just call your fucking parents then if you're so worried about it." "They said they wouldn't help me anymore the last time I needed money from them.” You groaned in agony while standing up and rubbing your eyes. Why couldn’t he just listen for once? “Toji, you promised you wouldn't do this to me again. We were so close to not owing this place anymore, and you took out more and-!" Blinding white pain shot across your face as you stumbled back into the wall, the back of his hand lifted from striking you. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" Whining as he approached, you waited for the next hit to come, and as always, it did. "I think you better figure out who you're talking to, or I'll beat your fucking ass!" He barked in your face while slamming his fist into the wall next to your head. A sob slipped out of your trembling lips, and he hit the wall repeatedly, making you yelp and shudder with each loud thud. "That fucking attitude of yours is getting on my nerves." He growled and took hold of your arm, harshly bending it out to the side. Your cry of pain only brought out more irritation, and he twisted your arm to the point of it aching in excruciating pain. "T-Toji! Stop!" You pleaded, crying and pushing against him with barely any success. The small apartment was filled with your cries for mercy and occasional screams of fear as he belittled and shoved you into nearly everything while threatening you.

The worst of his punches were always against the wall next to your head, and you sobbed at each rattling sound, always terrified he'd hit you instead. "Why do you always make problems for me?” He yelled again, now grabbing a fistful of your hair to control your body closer to his. "Why do you make me have to yell like this? God, you make me just want to strangle the life out of you sometimes." He growled in your face as you shook in fear.

His hands clasped around your throat, pinning your back to the wall in the kitchen and you trembled in his hold. “I could so easily do it. Snap your little neck like it’s nothing.” He continued to threaten and your breath remained stuck beneath his hold. He pulled you forward before shoving you into the wall again, making you hit the back of your head.

Your lip quivered as you stared at him in panic. Waiting for it. Waiting for him to snap.

He released your throat, only to ram his fist into your gut, making you double over and heave with the pain.

Another punch slammed up under your ribs before he turned away from you, yelling out in anger. He put his fist through one of the cabinets, splintering the wood before doing it again to another.

You slumped to the ground, still heaving and wheezing. He tore one of cabinet doors off, bashing it onto the counter and destroying anything that was in its path.

You knew better than to leave, knowing if he ever had to chase you, he’d beat the hell out of you instead of something else. So you remained in the middle of the kitchen floor, sobbing into your hands while your body jerked in fear at every crack or shatter.

Stay calm, don’t react.

Stay calm.

Don’t react.

It was a mess. An absolute mess.

Your gut ached as you slowly swept up the broken glass and wood that was on the floor. There were drops of blood everywhere too, getting swept up into the small trash pile forming in the ground. Toji split his knuckles from some of the things he hit.

Why had you been so stupid? Why did you try to argue with him? It never ended well.

Toji eventually came back into the kitchen, now with bandages wrapping his hands to stop the bleeding.

You swallowed hard, your grip becoming sweaty as you held the broom, afraid he still had his attitude.

He said nothing for a long while, making you more nervous as you were now on your hands and knees, wiping up any leftover spots of blood.

“Im sorry, Y/N. I’m so fucking sorry…” he finally said, kneeling down at your side. Your lip quivered as he took hold of your chin, turning your face to his. “I just can’t help it. I never mean to take it so far.”

His thumbs came up under your eyes, wiping your tears away gently. “I’ll never be able to prove how much you mean to me. I’ll never be good enough for a woman like you. No one could ever deal with my shit like you do. I am beyond lucky to have you still, though I know I don’t deserve any part of you.” He sighed deeply while hanging his head.

“I’m sure you hate me. You want to leave, don’t you? Not that I’d blame you. I’d hate to be without you but I’d understand. Just tell me how badly you want me gone. Maybe I should just put a bullet through my head.”

His voice cracked as his hands moved to your upper arms, holding them almost desperately. “I’d kill my self if I didn’t have you. I don’t know how I could even fathom life without someone so perfect and willing to be at my side.”

Your throat was dry as it ached for you to cry.

If you hadn’t argued with him, this wouldn’t have happened. It was your fault for stressing him out and making him snap. Why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut?

Toji groaned in satisfaction as he sank balls deep into your cunt. He had your hair wrapped around his fist, keeping your face pushed into the pillows as he thrusted into you from behind. You ached so badly, but what would you do? Tell him no? He was obviously stressed out, and this was the only thing you’d be able to satisfy him with. You made the man mention killing himself cause of your actions. And you hated it. Hated making him feel like that.

You knew it was fucked up for someone to threaten their life over someone else’s absence, but what were you supposed to do? You couldn’t imagine he’d actually do a thing like that, but, what if he did? Then you had to live with that. Had to live with the guilt of someone ending their life over you. It was just easier to shut up and do as you’re told.

“Oh my god…I can’t ever get enough of this perfect cunt.” He said while hitting his hips hard into yours. You silently yelped and groaned, just waiting for him to be finished. It always hurt. It just felt painful and in the end you’d be left feeling raw and sore.

Sukuna was bigger, but it didn’t make you ache like this. But how did that make any sense? Infact it felt so much better. Not just cause of his size, but just everything about it.

You hated yourself for sleeping with Sukuna, cause now, everything was even worse. Life sucked before, or so you thought, when you were ignorant, but now it was just painful to know that something better could indeed be given to you. And knowing you'd never actually get something like that was heartbreaking.

~Thank you so much for reading!! Comments and Reblogs are much appreciated!

Returning to your normal life wasn't anything you wanted to deal with, but it was a good reminder that it was your reality, and you shouldn't get too many hopes of it ever changing.

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#sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #toji x reader #jjk fluff #ceo!au

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screampied · 4 months

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toeji probably has some weird skin crust between his toes being that he's homeless...

Would. 🪰

no actually ☝🏽

#💬 anons.#🪰 anon #in my eyes toji will always be a rich ceo business man making six figures #YES!

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mimi-cantabile · 1 year

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Is there anyone shipping Ryota and Toji or am I weird??? No, because this AR description kinda makes me scream. I’m personally a lover of ships with lonely people finding a connection through their loneliness itself…..

AND I LOVE THEIR INTERACTIONS IN GENERAL.

#ryota #toji #ryota x toji #housamo #I can be the ceo of this ship #I can go down with them and never look back #I can waste my life over drawing THEM #zura farfuglia

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mellow-mewow · 9 months

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Do y'all think Gege is like one of those rich fans that'd go buy a pretty cake for their fave's bday and then decorate an entire room with official Toji merches?

And then he'd sit on the couch with a Toji body pillow/life size standee? And then he'd take a bunch of pictures and overlay them with the soft filters? And Gege would also probably be dressing in his smartest and most expensive suit

Like we all know this dude is basically in love with Toji right

#Gege CEO of loving Toji I think #gege akutami #fushiguro toji #toji zenin #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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fagmegumi · 2 years

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ended up in the normal #jjk tag by mistake and the thirsty gojo fanart is making me giggle. Im happy you guys are having fun but that man does NOT have a six pack😭😭

#hes so boobless and assless you could use him as a bookmark. helloooo #second most popular category of post was toji x reader. which I would completely understand if it weren’t that they make toji this like big #boss sigma ceo man or something. as if the fact he’s a greasy loser who could never get a job isnt at least half the appeal.#personal #jjk

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qrtmin · 2 years

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look at him he's so pretty i love him (<3_<3)

#rambles.#my plans for the rest of the day are to arrange something for lunch so i don't go the whole day without eating then i'm gonna go to #pinterest to find some pretty nagi art so i can make a new theme and then i'll finish writing the ceo! toji smut #idk if i'll actually be able to post it today but tbh. i'd be happy with just finishing it today and then posting it tomorrow

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zarameraki · 9 months

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♡₊˚☀️・₊✧ 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶'𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 & 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 ♡₊˚☀️・₊✧

: ̗̀➛ tropes: fem! reader 𖥔 he's obsessed to the max 𖥔 ceo x baker 𖥔 grumpy x sunshine 𖥔 she talks a lot x he listens a lot 𖥔 spoils the literal shit out of you 𖥔 mention of parental death 𖥔 major fluff 𖥔 sexual content in vague details 𖥔 alternate universe 𖥔 super soft nanami 𖥔 close proximity 𖥔 he loves kissing the fuck out of you

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: ̗̀➛ notes: you guys are so sweet for supporting my toji fanfic which is why i wanted to write another and this time its about my husband, the father of our children, the man who deserves every beautiful thing in this world. if you enjoy my work, please leave a comment, like, and reblog! thank you & ily. enjoy!

Nanami Kento entered your bakery at exactly six o' clock.

You carefully observed the moments he dedicated to perusing the array of pastries, the vibrant mountain of macaroons, and the freshly baked, warm casse-croûte that you unfailingly prepared for him when he clocked out. There was a tender quality to his countenance, noticeable in the slight release of tension between his brows as the soft, buttery flakes dissolved on his tongue in your presence. Without fail, he consistently left a generous tip in your travel jar, dedicated to a solo trip to Malaysia.

"Did you know they've got this thing about not wearing yellow in Malaysia?" you mentioned during your initial meeting, eyeing the distinctive black-dotted tie worn by the stoic salaryman. "Well, not that your tie would get you in trouble; it's not entirely yellow. In fact, I think it's perfect as it is, just like your hair, which also has a touch of yellow.”

Please cut your tongue off.

Anticipating a polite nod and perhaps a slightly regretful five-dollar tip left in the jar, you were taken aback when he queried, “Why is that?”

“Oh, uh . . . a bunch of protesters wore the color during a demand for their prime minister to step down," you stumbled, feeling a twinge of embarrassment for veering off into an unintentional crash course. Dropping trivia about Malaysia wasn't exactly the same as flirting. "So, it's kind of become a symbolism for protest and, well, threat. I read it in a book once. I don't know if it's a legitimate law, though."

“Do you like reading?” he asked, still interested in conversing with you. “Most people would Google information.”

“I like reading. It’s easier to retain information that way.”

Nanami acknowledged your gesture with a nod of gratitude as he accepted the casse-croûte and exited your bakery. Anticipating that he might not return due to his reserved nature and your awkward attempts at compliment-flirting, you were surprised to find that he was, in fact, full of surprises.

Nanami became a regular visitor. Day after day, for the past year, he arrived at precisely six o' clock. He continued his routine, whether he purchased a box of pastries, a pair of bagged bread loaves, or simply a casse-croûte and a small cup of milk coffee. You always prepared his order five minutes ahead of time, just in case you were occupied with other customers.

"Enjoy!" you chirped, casting a warm smile at the customer you just served as the bakery slowly emptied, leaving only Nanami browsing the delightful array of small cakes. "Good evening, Mr. Nanami!"

Nanami raised his head in your direction. "Good evening." He finally settled on the black forest cake from the open freezer and brought it to the counter.

"Special occasion?" you inquired as you rang him out, sneakily not charging him for the casse-croûte and coffee. There was a special occasion of your own that you were eager to share, hanging from the tip of your tongue.

"An intern's birthday."

"Sounds fun!" You had been saving up for your birthday present since summer, and Nanami had played a significant role. "When's your birthday?"

"July third."

Your eyes widened with surprise. "No way! Mine is July sixth. We’re summer babies."

“Happy belated birthday,” he said, fishing for his wallet, gaze barely meeting yours.

"Same to you." Offering the sandwich and coffee, you extended them towards him. "Consider it a belated birthday treat."

Nanami’s brows crinkled. “I cannot accept.”

"Why not? It's a gift." You slid the items closer with a subtle nudge, leaving him little room to refuse. "And you've given me a priceless gift, Mr. Nanami." Your eyes hinted at the tip jar's location, which now lay empty.

“Were you robbed?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

“What—? No! Oh my god. You’re so funny.” A chuckle escaped behind your fist, and he observed you momentarily before glancing away. "I'm heading to Malaysia next week!"

Nanami gave a subtle nod. Although his lack of a more animated response disappointed you, you understood that shortness was his nature. "Congratulations.”

"Thank you, Mr. Nanami. Your generous tips really made a difference. They covered half of our trip.”

“Our? It’s not a solo trip?”

You let out a little nervous laugh. Should you really be telling Nanami about your crippling love life? Would he even be interested? Well, he seemed to listen carefully when you talk. Maybe he wouldn’t care, but you really needed someone to talk to about this. Unfortunately, all your friends were too busy with their marriages to care.

“Well?” Nanami prompted.

"Right, sorry. It's just—I've actually been seeing someone. Funny enough, we met in a Facebook group for solo travelers. He lives in a nearby town.”

Unexpectedly, Nanami's first question caught you off guard. "Can you trust him?" His concern surfaced, causing you to pause. "I'm only asking because you met this man online. You can't trust strangers on the internet."

"Thank you, Mr. Nanami, but I’m capable enough to know about stranger danger," you said with a funny smile, dismissing his parental concern. "Besides, we’ve gone on a few dates over the past month."

Nanami's frown remained intact. "Correct me if I’m wrong, but are you paying for him, too?"

"Yes."

“Why?” Nanami asked, firmly placing his palms on the counter, making it clear he wasn't leaving until he was convinced you wouldn't get in trouble during your Malaysian adventure.

"What do you mean 'why'?"

His mouth opened but then closed into a thin line, his forehead lines deepening. "It’s not my place to tell you what’s right and what isn’t—"

"Yes, you’re right about that," you interrupted.

"—but this is bordering on recklessness. You cannot use your trip’s money to pay for a man you’ve known for a mere month. Why is he even in the traveler’s group if he cannot afford to pay for himself?"

"Mr. Nan—"

"You are being scammed."

Your teeth clenched together. You rarely got impatient. Years in the hospitality industry and dealing with misogynistic tenants didn't break you. Even setting up your bakery and almost draining your savings didn't dim your optimism.

But getting scolded by someone who barely spoke more than five sentences to you in a whole year of being a regular? That's pushing it.

He didn't know you or Toji, the guy you're seeing. He didn’t understand how much you appreciated him accompanying you. So what if you covered his share of the trip expenses? Toji promised to pay you back, and he's been paying the bills for your dates. They might not be fancy, but it's the gesture that matters.

Sure, Nanami chipped in some money, and you're thankful for that. But he has no right to question you. Other people also contributed to your travel fund; it's not like he single-handedly financed the whole trip. You appreciated his support, but he was not in a position to lecture you.

With a sigh, you managed to contain your frustration and said, "Have a great rest of your night, Mr. Nanami.”

Nanami's frustration was palpable as he stood firm, his gaze piercing through the windows of your soul. “I suggest you take my advice into serious consideration. It would greatly upset me if you had the chance to visit one of your favorite countries taken from you.”

You didn't bother watching him go. Instead, your discovery awaited you at the counter—the money for the coffee and casse-croûte lay there, accompanied by a crumpled yellow note that had slipped to the floor. Moving around the counter, you picked it up and smoothed out its wrinkles.

What greeted you was your own name scrawled across the sticky note, repeated around fifty times, the letters overlapping in a chaotic dance. Some were hastily scratched out, while others were executed with perfect cursive precision. You didn’t know what to make of it.

During your confusion, a new customer walked in. Quickly, you pocketed the note, focused on carrying on with your day despite the lingering frustration that Nanami's cryptic message had left in its wake.

Toji never showed up.

You waited for him for two agonizing hours, extending the torture even more after your flight had taken off. It dawned on you that he likely didn't bother getting a ticket. He probably pocketed the money you sent him and vanished into thin air. Every attempt to reach him failed miserably—your calls were forwarded, and the fifth one hammered the heartbreaking truth that he had blocked your number. To compound your misery, you sent him a string of text messages that refused to deliver your pain. You didn't even know where he lived, as your encounters were always in the obscure locations of your budgeted dates.

The thought of reporting him to the police crossed your mind, accusing him of theft, but the lack of photographic evidence left you helpless. To make matters worse, he hated taking pictures, and you were uncertain if the name he provided was even real. All that remained was a flicker of hope that you might cross paths with the bastard and unleash your pent-up rage with a hard kick to his dick.

With a heavy heart, you gathered your strength, brushed away the tears until not a single trace remained on your lashes, and lugged your suitcase and carry-on outside the airport, hoping to hail a cab.

The idea of facing the upcoming days at work felt agonizing, goading you to spend them in the isolation of your shabby apartment. You were engrossed in a depressing routine—microwaved dinners, aimless hours on the couch, and a marathon of old cable TV shows.

As hunger struck again, you contemplated your options. Baking seemed like a possibility, but motivation had abandoned you. Pasta could be an option, but the lack of noodles and tomato sauce made it impractical. So, you settled for the one thing that required no ingredients: crying.

At least that was free.

Despite the inner turmoil, you mustered the strength to shoulder your overcoat, sporting your fleece pajamas printed with candy canes and well-worn second-hand boots.

The short walk to the corner store felt longer than usual, the biting cold making you clutch your threadbare coat tighter. Your teeth chattered in protest as you entered, and the rush of warm air was a momentary relief against the chill. Fingers numb, you mindlessly reached for familiar comfort snacks—chips, chocolate milk, anything to dull the ache.

A hand much larger than yours beat you to the last packet of croissants.

“Ah, sorry.” You let it go. “All yours—” You choked as you looked up, and up, at Nanami staring at you wide-eyed, his hazel eyes flickering at a rapid speed as if he were hallucinating your presence. Your face flushed with embarrassment, and the weight of the past five days crammed upon you—his uncanny prediction, your own naivety, and the sting of being swindled. “Mr. Nanami . . . ”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in—”

“Good night.”

With a dismissive shake of your head, you left the basket on the counter, mumbled a quick apology, and retreated back into the biting cold.

You’ve faced tons of humiliating moments—slipping in front of customers, your purse strap getting snagged in a door and dragging you back, and that one unforgettable instance when a little boy labeled your eyebrows as caterpillars in front of a line of onlookers. Yet, none of those incidents could hold a candle to the awkwardness of bumping into the very man who had warned you about the ill-fated choice of paying for a stranger's trip—stranger now—when it was supposed to be your trip.

You felt a firm grip on your wrist, making your restless pacing suddenly stop.

Startled, you turned around to find a pair of expressionless hazel eyes and a slightly out-of-breath figure. Now is not the time to ogle Mr. Nanami’s broad shoulders, you idiot!

Releasing your wrist, he handed over a white, plastic bag. With a raised eyebrow, you peered inside to inspect its contents. It held everything from your shopping basket, including the last packet of croissants. Even more unexpected, he had paid for it all.

“I’ll pay you back tomorrow,” you assured, your eyes already scanning for the nearest ATM, just in case you forgot. "But for now." You pulled out the packaged croissants and extended them toward him. Your body was shaking, not because of November but because of how you were scammed after being forewarned by Nanami. “Please. Take it.”

He took your small hand in both of his, the warmth immediately melting the tension in your body. “So cold.”

A soft giggle escaped you at the obvious observation, and you placed your free hand on top of his. "So warm." Sniffling, tears welled up in your eyes. "You know what else is warm? The sun. And it's yellow. It's so yellow."

“Factually speaking, it is white.”

You wiped an arm across your nose. “What?”

“The sun. It’s white. It’s only yellow in children's books.”

You weren't about to argue with the guy who vindicated your slip-ups. Still, given the circumstances, you wished he'd soften the bluntness and let you bask in the illusion that the sun was a simple shade of yellow.

"I've always loved the color yellow," you mumbled. "Maybe getting scammed was a blessing. I'd probably get fined for wearing yellow otherwise. I couldn't afford to mess up on my trip. Besides, it all depends on the shade, right? Imagine how many fines I'd rack up just testing which shade of yellow suits me—"

Nanami tugged you close, capturing your lips with his.

A sharp intake of breath filled your lungs, eyes widening in surprise. Instinctively, your hands pushed him away, fingers grazing your tingling lips.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. Don’t—Don’t worry. About it.” You tucked your lips in and tasted chocolate and mint—two of your favorite combinations. Nanami always seemed like the kind of man who would hate both flavors independently and dependently. “You’re okay. I mean—You’re okay in general. You’re not okay with kissing. You’re probably great, I’m sure.” Your tongue traced the curve of your lower lip, and Nanami’s eyes followed the motion. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.”

You walked up to him, grabbed the lapels of his coat, and tugged him down a notch, your lips colliding with his.

Nanami's touch was calculated, his hand sailing onto your cheek, feeding warmth to your cold ear before vanishing into the labyrinth of your hair. Simultaneously, the other serpentined to the small of your back, his magnetic energy drawing you snugly against his chest. His warm tongue delicately swept across your lower lip, an unspoken cue that encouraged you to part your lips in response.

Nanami deepened the kiss, your tongues stroking against one another feverishly as if it were your last kiss. Who knows? Maybe it could’ve been. But the way he kissed with such desperation, releasing soft moans, not allowing you a moment to catch your breath, made you think that maybe this was just the start.

And you kissed him back just as needy.

If your hands slightly released their hold on his lapels, you'd gently cup the sides of his neck, rising on your tiptoes. And if your calves protested, you'd draw him down, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers entwining in his pale, golden locks. The taste of mint chocolate lingered on your lips, and a smile curved on your mouth as he stole a quick peck, pulling back just to gaze into your eyes for a moment before kissing you again.

You’re not sure how long you two stood and kissed there. Nanami was the one who always took the lead, savoring the taste of your pink, tender tongue, kissing your chilly cheeks and dewy eyes. The desire for each other made it hard to break away, yet the need for a breath of air was undeniable.

Finally, you decided to be the one to step back, signalling the end of your first kiss with him.

Your bottom lip tingled as you pulled it in, jaw aching from the infectious smile that had taken over your face. You couldn't help stealing glances at the tall man before you, who returned your gaze with a soft, almost imperceptible grin. Yet, in his eyes, under the gentle glow of the streetlight, you could see the excitement and joy of kissing you, twinkling brightly.

“I'm gonna—”

“I should—”

Both of you sighed; you with a soft chuckle, and him with a discreet throat-clearing.

“I've already missed quite a few workdays,” you said. “Gotta earn that dough if I want to make next month’s rent.” Nanami didn’t quite catch your bakery pun, but he nodded in agreement.

“Right,” you murmured, subtly veering to the side, putting on a little show as you started to walk away. You admitted it—you were a hopeless romantic. You secretly hoped for him to steal a kiss on your cheek and watch until you safely disappeared around the corner. “I’m off now.”

“Goodnight,” Nanami replied, subtly licking his lips for the sixteenth time. Yes, you were keeping count.

“Night-night.”

Nanami strolled down his end of the sidewalk. You followed suit, turning down your street.

Luck had only sometimes been on your side when it came to men and their romantic gestures. Oh well. At least you experienced a passionate kiss from one of your favorite customers. Asking for more seemed a bit too much—

A hand gently pressed against your back, and as you turned, it gracefully curved around your waist, drawing you in. Nanami caught your gasp and kissed you with an urgency that doubled, holding onto you as if his life depended on it, lifting you off your toes. Three sweet pecks later, he released you, both of your faces flushed.

"Get home safely," he whispered, walking away without a second glance.

That night, you couldn't help but giggle into your mascara-stained pillow.

The morning after, you were a whirlwind of joy and light, twirling through the bakery with trays of freshly baked pastries, replenishing boxes and take-out essentials. You greeted customers with an extra dose of sweetness, and to top it off, you even handed out a tray of delectable chocolate jam cookies. And you wore a yellow bow in your hair.

The oven beeped as the casse-croûtes finished baking, signaling their readiness for Nanami's arrival in just five minutes. You took special care in preparing his milk coffee, indulging in a quiet chuckle at your undeniable favoritism. Though the neighborhood bakery wasn't bustling with a large customer base, your attention was solely dedicated to him—your only regular as everyone else buzzed in the distant city an hour away.

With his coffee prepared and two casse-croûtes packed, you added a chocolate-mint cookie to the bag. Then, you decided to rearrange the shelves of gift baskets to pass the time.

Setting up the ladder, you ascended the shaky steps until you were eye to eye with the fifth shelf. Heights were never your forte, which, in hindsight, was another reason why flying to Malaysia was out of the question. The more you thought about being scammed, the more your heart wrenched from your lost trip. You’d again brought out your tip jar and prayed the odds were in your favor. Hell, maybe you’d ask Nanami to join you if you decided to take your relationship to the next level.

As you secured the bow on the basket, your gaze landed on the clock—6:30 p.m., and Nanami was a no-show.

Anxiety surged through you in an instant.

Did he leave you hanging? Maybe that kiss was a turnoff, and he chose to disappear rather than be upfront about finding you too overwhelming. Did your breath smell bad? Were you a terrible kisser? Or, worse, did something happen to him?

A torrent of worries flooded your mind, breaking through like a burst dam. Each imagined scenario seemed more nightmarish than the last, causing your head to spin. Recent events, like Toji's betrayal, fueled this self-doubt, made you question your intuition. While Nanami was clearly wealthy, consistently tipping a twenty each day, you found yourself questioning whether he had plans to use you for something else. As if that weren't enough, doubts crept in about your appearance and your optimistic, extroverted personality.

It started to make sense, didn't it? Nanami led a tranquil life, sticking to a routine of work and home, while you were a whirlwind of spontaneity—constantly buzzing with new ideas and discussions, unable to sit still or resist laughter at the silliest jokes. Everything seemed to fascinate you, yet nothing appeared to faze him. How could you have been so naive to entertain the thought—

“Good evening.”

“Ah!” you yelped at the sudden baritone intruding into your thoughts. Your foot, betrayed by the unexpected intrusion, lost its balance on the step. Your arms flailed in a desperate attempt to find stability as you teetered backward, the impending hazard of a severe concussion and potential spinal cord injury looming.

But just as you were prepared to shake hands with God, Nanami's powerful arms swooped in at the last possible moment. With a secure hold, he cradled you in a bridal style, and you clung to him like a shaking puppy, arms looped around his neck.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his breath slightly labored.

You gingerly peeled one eye open to peek at him. His expression was one of calm disorientation; eyebrows knit together while his lips maintained a straight, tight line.

"Yes," you whispered, soothed by his timely intervention.

Nanami steadied you back onto your feet but maintained a firm grip on your elbows. “Look at me.” As you did, he inspected each eye closely while keeping his hand steady on your left cheek. He checked below your jaw, down to your dusty palms, which he cleaned with his silk handkerchief. He also patted down your tousled hair. "Are you sure you're okay?"

“Mm-hmm.” You could cry from how gentle he was with you. “A-Are you okay?”

“I am now.” He took a composed breath and effortlessly retrieved his suitcase from the floor, brushing off invisible dust. “I apologize for being late. My . . . car broke down.”

"What? Oh my god! Do you need me to give you my mechanic's number? I promise he's not as bad as the Google reviews say. He's actually quite a sweet man. And he gives me a friends and family discount because my father was close with him." You beamed, and Nanami squinted his eyes as if the brightness of your smile momentarily blinded him, but he tried his best to reciprocate.

“Do your parents live here?”

You shook your head. “They passed away a while ago.”

“I apologize.”

"Don't be." You quickly switched subjects by fluttering towards the counter to pick up his items. “Tell me how your coffee tastes.” You turned around, adding, “I switched to a new brand of milk—”

Nanami pressed his lips against yours, momentarily freezing you. His seamless transition afterward could have fooled an onlooker into thinking you'd been married for years. "Thank you.” He took a sip and nodded thoughtfully. “It’s great. Everything you make is great.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, sudden shyness enveloping you. From the kiss? The compliment? Him? You didn’t know at all. “Do you still need me to give you the mechanic’s number?”

“It’s all right. I had it fixed. Minor battery issue, that’s all.”

“Ah, okay. See, that’s why I prefer to walk.”

Nanami glanced elsewhere, nodding. “Then, would you like to walk with me after you’ve closed?”

“Oh.” A subtle flicker of surprise crossed your features. Nonchalantly, you brushed a strand of hair behind your ear before smiling warmly. “Of course, yes. I’d love to go on a walk with you. Where are we going? There are lots of cafés in a nearby shopping district. I know all the best places to take you to.” A grave thought struck you just then. “Oh, actually. Hmm.”

Curious, he tilted his head down, meeting your worried gaze. "What is it?"

"Well," you began, your thoughts taking a cautious turn, "you probably have a set time to be home unless you live nearby. In that case, we could spend the entire evening strolling around. Only if you're interested, of course."

Nanami’s lips twitched. “I live nearby.”

“Where?” You weren’t ashamed to have been so upfront. It was more of a precautionary measure.

And he didn't seem bothered, quickly revealing the familiar neighborhood you instantly recognized. It was a fifteen-minute walk from your own place.

"May I step out momentarily to make a call?" Nanami asked, pulling out his phone. It was the latest model you noticed—one that came out last week and mocked your own that was five versions older. “It will be quick.”

“By all means.” You had to fix your hair and make-up anyway.

Nanami nodded and exited the shop, leaving you to flee behind the counter. As you crouched down to check yourself in the small mirror tucked away in the lower drawer, you couldn't help but feel a warmth on your face from the unexpected collapse, the sweet, brief kiss, and his impeccable navy blue suit decorated with yellow cufflinks. Maybe a café was too casual for him; a restaurant might have been a more suitable choice. An expensive choice. However, you were adamant about not letting Nanami cover the entire cost.

Upon his return, five minutes later, you both settled at one of the three round tables in your bakery (he even pulled out your chair for you). Sipping on your coffees and enjoying the casse-croûtes and chocolate pastries, the conversation seemed somewhat one-sided. Yet, Nanami's aloof demeanor never made you feel inferior for dominating the dialogue. He listened to every word and vowel with his undivided attention, nodding alongside and adding in short sentences when he could relate to your childhood shenanigans.

"Wait," he interrupted, causing you to halt in your tracks. The sun cast a warm glow on his face, making his eyes narrow into slits, but God did he look handsome. He extended his hand and brushed a thumb near your lips, discovering a small chocolate smudge. Swiftly, he licked it clean and tidied up the area around your lips with a napkin. "Beautiful."

“What?”

Nanami was a deer in headlights. He sunk his head, beating himself up from murmuring his thoughts aloud—at least, that’s what you concluded. "You look beautiful," he declared with more assurance, his gaze on your face. "You are beautiful, Y/N."

Oh, my.

Your heart was going to claw itself out of your chest. You could cook an egg on your face from how heated it had gotten. In fact, you were burning hotter than the sun, which continuously made him squint and blink. “Thank you.”

He nodded twice, finishing the remnants of his coffee. Rising, he disposed of the cups and wrappers in the garbage bin, then extended a hand to help you stand. "I'll wait outside while you close up."

At a lightning pace, you ensured that everything in the bakery was safely unplugged and shut off. Grabbing your purse, you gave yourself a quick once-over in the mirror, adjusting your face and hair. Stepping outside, you meticulously locked the door and gates.

Without a word, Nanami entwined his fingers with yours, causing you to smile like an idiot at him. He maintained a straight, vigilant gaze, seemingly unresponsive as you wrapped yourself around his arm. A subtle smirk tugged at your lips when you felt his muscles flex.

You walked for hours, café-hopping and trying pastries, baked goods, and sweet drinks. Every time Nanami attempted to cover the expenses with his cash, you scolded him, insisting that since you had suggested the place, you should be the one to pay. It was a rule you had read about online, and all your friends stuck to it religiously. The thought of Nanami spending his hard-earned money on your interests made you feel incredibly guilty.

As a matter of fact, you were feeling guilty about tons of things. He told you he worked at an investment firm, which meant it was a nine-to-five, likely sporting a migraine he kept hidden, and now he was being dragged around the shopping district by you, forced to listen to you because he was a man who didn’t complain, wouldn’t complain, and long, story short, you wanted to die.

“Kento,” you muttered, removing your hand from his, goosebumps rippling on your skin.

“Yes, darling?”

Your chest felt like it was being clenched in a fist. “I'm . . . I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For making you do all this. For making you pay for everything. For dragging you around when you're probably on the verge of exhaustion." Avoiding his gaze, you fixed your eyes on the concrete beneath you. “I know I can be too much sometimes—well, all the time.” A self-deprecating chuckle escaped your lips. "Exes in my past relationships have made it clear. I get overly excited easily, crave attention like one needs oxygen, trust people too easily to the point of getting scammed, and, well, I don't bring anything particularly special to the table. I'm sorry, Kento. Maybe it's best if we just stay friends?”

Nanami’s soft fingers lifted your chin up. Your words absolutely shattered his face, leaving you to feel worse than before. His lips were parted into a frown, his brows were scrunched up, brown irises flickering like he couldn’t believe you said that. This was the most reaction he had given you in the year that you’ve known him.

“No,” he said.

You blinked the tears gathered at your waterline. “No?”

“No.” Nanami took a calming breath, closing his eyes. His forehead gently pressed against yours. “Please, let me be selfish for this once. For you. I can’t let you go—I won’t let you go."

"Kento—"

"I want to do this, Y/N. I want to pay for everything. I want you to drag me around because I’ll never be too tired for you.” Nanami drew back and cradled your sobbing face in his large hands. “I know I fail to show it, darling, but I love your excitement. I love paying attention to every detail of you because you’ve become my oxygen source. You’re a good, kindhearted woman, and anyone would be lucky to be seen by you. And you don’t have to bring anything to the table because there isn’t one dividing us, keeping us lengths apart.” His lips brushed your forehead, imprinting his words into your mind. "I want us to be more than just friends. I want us to be best friends. Lovers. In this life and the ones that follow."

You could explode.

Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, seeking support as if the ground beneath you was about to crumble. Yet, you knew he would catch you, just as before. He was so real, embracing you wholly, both of you breathing in each other's scents to confirm a human like this could exist. How grateful you were he stumbled into your bakery that one rainy night, and how grateful he was that you offered him free coffee and a casse-croûte while he was freezing and trembling. His presence brought life to your bakery, gave you something to look forward to when you were at your lowest, and you gave him . . . everything. You were his everything since the first day.

As the shared silence lingered, Nanami's phone shattered the moment, its noisy ring cutting through the haze. You instinctively stepped back, but he clung to your hand as if afraid you might slip away.

Never, Nanami Kento. You’re stuck with me.

When he took out his phone, you caught a glimpse of the contact name: Satoru (assistant).

Before you could process the fact Nanami had an assistant, he swiped right. “Yeah?”

The voice on the other end resonated with loud cheerfulness in the quiet alleyway. Nanami half-rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Very well. Leave it there. I’ll be there when I want to.”

The assistant chuckled and sang his goodbye, the cheerful tone abruptly cutting off as Nanami ended the call and slid his phone back into his pocket.

“Do all stockbrokers have assistants?”

He tilted his head. “I’m not a stockbroker.”

“Oh? I’m sorry. I assumed because you worked at an investment firm.”

“Yes, I was a stockbroker.” He nodded, warming your hand in his, then casually added, “But I own a firm now.”

Your brows hit your hairline. “That’s amazing!”

“Thank you. We have several locations around the country. Kento Investments. Have you heard of it?”

Heard of it? You were a client some time ago when you were starting your bakery. All you encountered were glowing reviews about their ethical practices, a refreshing leave from the scheming ways of most investment firms that had previously taken advantage of you. It stood out as the industry leader in your research, and the team was lovely in guiding you through the process, so much so that you even invited them to your grand opening.

"Ah, you have." Nanami grinned, gently tilting your chin upward and closing your gaping mouth. "Therefore, my darling, don't feel guilty about me covering the expenses. I'm quite secure in my position to support both of us for centuries."

All you could manage was a disbelieving chuckle as you rested your forehead against his chest. Taking it as an invitation, he embraced you, crowning you with kisses.

Lifting your head, you said, "There's something I want to get for you."

"What is it?"

Hand-in-hand, you pulled him back toward the bustling district, the sound of his deep laughter echoing in the air. Your own laughter naturally joined in.

As you strolled past a vendor selling accessories, your attention was drawn to an item you had briefly noticed earlier in your walk. Although you planned to purchase it the following day and surprise him in the afternoon, tonight felt like the perfect moment.

Politely approaching the elderly vendor, you asked, "Could I please try those on?" He handed you a pair of round sunglasses with a green tint to the lenses. Standing on your toes, you carefully placed the glasses on Nanami's nose, adjusting them to sit perfectly on the bridge. The sides of the spectacles featured a stylish steampunk design that complemented his narrow, sharp features. "Handsome.”

"I'll take it.” Nanami reached for his wallet. However, you were one step ahead, swiftly bringing out the spare change you had set aside in your coat pocket. You had already calculated the price, ready to outsmart him in this little game of charity.

“Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you said to the shop vendor, ignoring Nanami’s stare.

“Y/N.”

“Yes, darling?" You looped around his arm and began your stroll down the sidewalk. “Oh, come on. Let me be selfish and treat you once in a while.” You cut off his protests with a kiss.

He surrendered instantly.

Over the next four weeks, you didn’t realize how quickly you’d become comfortable with Nanami. Like clockwork, he would arrive at your bakery, patiently occupying a table until your duties with customers or decorating displays finished. Now resembling a vibrant florist shop, the bakery owed its transformation to Nanami's thoughtful gestures—bouquets of flowers in every shade of yellow, orange, and white became an amusing routine. As you arranged them in vases, you would burst into fits of giggles like a maniac.

You and him were like a Venn diagram, overlapping in unexpected places. He enjoyed non-fiction, classics, and history books; you immersed yourself in the world of romance and mystery novels. TV nights were a compromise between his love for documentaries and your penchant for anything sappy on Netflix, occasionally spicing things up with a true-crime documentary. His fascination with astronomy met your fixation with astrology, and surprisingly, he didn't scoff when you read the lines on his palms. Instead, he appreciated it just as much as you cherished his nightly photos of the moon and his ability to name the stars above.

At least, you were both Team Cats.

Nanami introduced you to his friends, including his quirky assistant Gojo, who had a habit of shamelessly flirting with you, seemingly just to get under Nanami's skin. However, your boyfriend was secure enough not to let it bother him. Yet, a trace of possessiveness would emerge during sex—when the two of you were entwined in bed, bodies bared and bathed in the aftermath of shared sweat.

Exiting the restaurant after a delightful dinner date, Nanami turned to you and suggested, "I'd like to invite you to my home tonight."

Finally, you thought, resisting the urge to dip your toes into the topic of visiting his home, especially considering he had been a frequent guest at yours.

The fact that he lived nearby had always puzzled you; he mentioned it casually yet never extended an invitation for a simple coffee or a chat on his welcome mat. Weekends saw him working from your living room, staying overnight, but on weekdays, he'd only spend a brief hour or two with you before heading home, a practice that seemed counterintuitive given his closeness. Despite the confusion, you hesitated to jeopardize your relationship by fishing too deeply.

So far, Nanami hadn't given you any reason to doubt him.

"Are you sure?" you asked cautiously.

"Absolutely, darling.” Nanami took your hand and planted a small kiss on the back of it. "I apologize for the delay. I've been having it . . ." He casually flicked up his sunglasses that had slipped. ". . . renovated."

“Oh, I see. Well, in that case, I’d love to!”

Nanami nodded and leaned down to kiss your cheek. “Thank you for being so patient. I know it was eating you alive. You're not exactly the master of hiding your emotions.” He gave you a small smile and kissed your cheek again.

You responded with a smile that crinkled your nose. "Just a bit anxious, that's all."

"Understandable.” He guided you toward his neighbourhood, exchanging a warm smile as you nestled against his arm. Observing the goosebumps on your skin and the faint shivers, he realized you had forgotten your cardigan. Without hesitation, he removed his blazer and draped it around your shoulders, helping you slip your arms through the sleeves and buttoning it up.

You took a deep breath, inhaling the pleasant scent from the collars. "You always smell so good."

Nanami bent down, kissing the side of your neck right above your racing pulse. "As do you," he murmured against your skin. "Always."

“Gosh, you're so flirty,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his midsection and burying your face in his chest.

“Come on now.”

You walked for another ten minutes, taking a five-minute pit stop to pet a stray cat before stopping in front of a towering residence building. It was one of those extravagant ones boasting a fountain in the lobby and a vigilant security guard who greeted Nanami with a two-finger salute.

Hand on your back, Nanami guided you toward the elevator with mirrors on all sides.

He exuded an air of sophistication in his neatly rolled-up black dress shirt, complemented by beige pants. His pale, blond hair was slicked back, a Rolex clasped his wrist, and veins corded his well-defined forearms. The sunglasses you had given him rested atop his head.

As Nanami caught your eyes on the reflective surfaces, a sudden blush warmed your cheeks. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” you whispered, fingers idly playing with the golden butterfly bracelet he had given you on the night he asked you to be his girlfriend. “I was just . . . God, you’re so beautiful. Sometimes, I think I’m dreaming of you. And I don’t want to wake up from it.”

Nanami released his grip on your hand, wrapping his arm around your waist. He tilted your chin upward and planted a lecherous kiss on your lips. As you stumbled backward, your back met the cool surface of a mirror, and you clung to his biceps. He continued kissing your jaw and nibbling at your neck.

“Ken—Wait, there’s a camera!”

“I own the building.”

Without allowing you to react, he kissed you fervently, his hands framing your face and his knee pressing between your legs. Your hips ground against the muscled surface, creating a heated friction that drew a moan from him.

The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival, but Nanami was undeterred. He refused to break the kiss. Lifting you effortlessly, he cradled you with a single forearm beneath your backside and your arms encircling his neck. Laughter echoed as you entered directly into the main corridor of his penthouse.

“Your front door is an elevator?” You marveled with an open jaw.

“Yes, it seems so.”

Oh, how you loved his monotonous replies.

Nanami gently placed you onto the expansive white surface of his couch, smoothly moving over your body to continue.

“I knew you were a clean freak,” you said between his kisses, “but your penthouse looks like it was bought this morning.”

“Two weeks ago.” He kisses down your neck, sideways toward your left shoulder. “That’s why I waited to invite you. Gojo was having the place decorated. I've installed a library for you, too. We can go book-shopping this weekend.”

"Wait, what?" You pushed him back by his chest, incredulous. "Hold on, hold on, hold on. You mean to tell me you moved in just two weeks ago?"

"Yes," he answered, tilting his head slightly perplexedly. "When you asked about my residence, I panicked and couldn't come up with a proper answer, fearing you might decline my invitation for a walk. So, I bought this building from the previous owner on the spot. There are also commercial benefits. Quite a strategic move, if you ask me." With that, Nanami resumed his attention, focusing on kissing your collarbones and skillfully lowering your dress, exposing your chest to him.

But you were still stuck on the subject like a pesky fruit fly. “But you don’t live here?”

“I don’t.” His mouth brushed over the mound of your left breast. “I live in Shibuya.”

“Shibuya? Kento, that’s an hour and a half away!"

"Hmm." He glanced up, mouth sucking at your nipple.

"You've been faithfully coming to my city every single day, all the way from Shibuya, for a whole year? You've been burning all that gas just to be with me?"

He broke away to say, "Gojo drives me occasionally," and switched to your right breast.

"Nanami Kento, are you out of your mind?"

Finally, he released you and sighed. "I fail to see the issue here." He appeared so innocent, with his moist lips, tousled hair, and a crumpled dress shirt.

You hurriedly sat up, readjusting your dress, which seemed to displease him. "I'm at a loss for words." Your gaze caught the weariness etched on his face, the bags under his eyes, the slow, heavy blinks signaling his desperate need for sleep. "You haven't actually been living here, have you?"

Upon hearing that, Nanami let out a weary sigh. "I do it when I'm too drained to make the drive back on weekdays."

As the details of his schedule fell into place, you flinched inwardly. He would rise at the crack of dawn, dedicate endless hours to handling clients at the office, and then endure a lengthy drive to your city, only to spend his evenings with you before leaving around midnight to return to Shibuya. The only time he would stay overnight at your place was on Saturdays, and he would depart early on Sundays for work. And all this time, you had believed he had an office in your city.

Oh, God.

You loved him.

You loved him so much.

Tears welled up in your eyes at the realization of just how much he loved you. The man had gone so far as to purchase an entire building in your city just to be closer to you. He showered you with affection at every opportunity, devoted his alone time to you with undivided attention and mind-blowing orgasms, and his bank transactions were probably dedicated to you.

“I don’t deserve your kindness,” you whispered.

“Neither did I the night when we met.” Nanami’s words always had a comforting effect on you. He gently pulled you onto his lap, and you curled up like a fetus, planting a kiss on his cheekbone. “I’ve loved you for a very long time, Y/N. I love . . . God, I love you so much. I didn't realize I was capable of feeling this much love for another human until I met you. It was all locked up inside me, and you held the key all along, darling." Leaning forward, he smoothly swept his blazer and delved into the pocket, revealing a small yellow box. With trembling hands, you accepted it and opened it to find a petite, golden key inside. “Our front door is an elevator.”

Your breath hitched. “What?”

“Move in with me.”

“Kento—”

“I know. I know it's quite early to discuss this, and I want to give you the space and time to consider it. As you mentioned, your lease ends next month, and I'll officially be transitioning to remote work with a few business trips every other week. It would mean a lot to me if you decided to join me on those trips." He gently placed the key in your hand, kissing your fist. "I'm scheduled to travel to Malaysia next month."

Overpowered with emotion, you choked out a sob and immediately lunged at him with a hug, causing both of you to stumble backward as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He loved you. He wanted you to move in with him. He wanted to travel with you, starting with Malaysia. Suddenly, the tips he left in your jar took on a deeper significance, backing the idea that you weren't meant to journey alone, why you weren’t meant to go with that swindling bastard. As Nanami's gestures of kindness and service became increasingly evident, your tears welled up, choking him in a tight embrace that eventually had him laughing.

Last November, Nanami Kento had stepped into your small bakery, raindrops clinging to him, unknowingly marking his permanent presence in your life.

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f4irycafe · 1 year

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thinking about sugar daddy toji who loves to go for the sweet and innocent girls. while his other ceo buddies (gojo, geto, sukuna) prefer to go for the high maintenance, hair laid, expensive ass women, toji prefers the cutie pies. he wants a tiny, pretty little baby on his arm. don’t be fooled though, while he might admire the innocent outward appearance, he likes his girls to have bite to them. he finds women he can walk all over and treat any type of way boring, and why would he spend his hard earned money on something that doesn’t entertain him. but most of all, he loves it when he gets to watch his little girls reduced to a mile of mush and cum underneath him every night as he fucks you like he wants to break you, sometimes you think he truly might. your hands are white knuckling the sheets as he rudely pounds into you from behind, his eyes locked on the way his massive cock stretches out your tiny, wheeling hole. “daddy. daddy. daddy” you chant as he his cock reaches places you didn’t even think where possible. and when he’s all finished, he loves his pretty baby curling onto his big chest as he lazily plays with your messy cunt, giving you sweet kisses as he promises to pay you 2k for each orgasm you gave him that night.

should i continue this hc w a lil fic 👀 lemme know

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gorejo · 11 months

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Do you have any more Toji x reader (fluff) in the works, cause the ‘Lacy’ fic made me feel butterflies seeing how much he wanted reader and how much he loves her :O

hi nonnie ! omg that piece was from so long ago 🙈 it was pure smut nonnie HAHAH

I don’t know if it’s something up to your tastes but I do have a toji draft I’m currently getting started on… but he’ll be a different type of “I want you” 🤤 (in my head he’s very sexy)

#☏voicemail.#anon.#it’ll be ceo!toji yummy heh

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afortoru · 1 year

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 (𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕)

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒'𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖾𝗈, 𝖳𝗈𝗃𝗂 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.

Pairing: Ceo!Toji Zenin x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst , hurt/comfort, modern, ceo au

Warnings: family drama, slight childhood trauma, slight smut but not very graphic, pregnancy

Status: ongoing

𝑦/𝑛'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑, 𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑢𝑛𝑎'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑢𝑘𝑢𝑛𝑎

Part 1 +

#toji fic #the bridges between #toji x reader #toji zenin x wife!reader #toji zenin x reader #toji fluff #toji angst #ceo toji #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #toji x you #zenin toji x reader #zenin toji x you #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk angst #mamagumi

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merakidoll · 11 months

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synopsis : Jujutsu Kaisen men and their bimbo bunny’s ! . ˚◞♡ ⃗

warnings : nsfw ( 17+ ) black bimbo chubby!reader. ceo!nanami, biker!toji, college student!choso. penetration ( riding ), oral ( f), fingering, public sex - kinda ?, bimbofication. pet names - ( princess, kitten, darling, babydoll )

nanami ⋆｡˚

nanami’s stern with his bimbo princess. stern looks, and squeezes to her thighs was his specialty. but his favorite form of getting the pretty brat to act accordingly was watching her crumble as she rode his cock. her body free from any clothing, and his rough hand around her neck like a personal choker. “you’re a big girl, yea ? well daddies big girl can make herself cum” you would whine wanting your daddies touch, wanting your daddy to take control. but nanami payed you no mind, looking over the paperwork and making phone calls. “oh that noise ? just my kitten.” he would lie skillfully with a conniving smirk.

toji ⋆｡˚

toji loved to embarrass his pretty kitten. make her dumbness be known to everyone around her, but he also loved making sure everyone knew how she was only his. “oh don’t look at me like that darling” his jet black motorcycle was parked for all the passing people to see. toji’s hand underneath your pastel pink skirt, your thick thighs spread. his long fingers opening your pussu lips rubbing your clit softly and closing his eyes, taking in your long whines. “d-daddyy” you cried fisting his shirt and beginning to move your body along with his fingers. your wetness dripping all over the seat creating a puddle that toji was gonna clean up- with his tongue. you were so focused on the pleasure, that you didn’t even notice the group of men who stoped to watch the scene. but once you did, you grew shy digging your face into the beefy man’s chest. “oh no babydoll. show them just how good i make you feel”

choso ⋆｡˚

choso was a big softy when it came to you. falling to your every call and beck whenever he heard, “chosoooo”. he loved the smile he brought to your face, or the way you gave him puppy dog eyes begging him to buy the newest pair of pumps that you already had an outfit ready for. he loved how you begged “daddy could i get this ? ooo this too !” and he never said no, too love stuck to deny your beautiful face. so when it came to pleasure, he was the same way. falling to your beck and call, finding pleasure in just pleasing you. he loved when your thighs squeezed against his head, your pussy rubbing against his face, while your nails racked through his hair just letting you get off using him. “i-it’s too muchh !” and when you began to slow down, clit sensitive and legs numb from the many orgasms you had just riding his face. choso would grab your hips and move you himself, so cumdrunk from your cream that he couldn’t help himself. “l-little ahh - more”

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tojis-gf · 1 year

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bimbo assistant!reader x ceo!toji

17+ to interact pls nsfw aaa

authors note: this has been sitting in my drafts for like 3 weeks n i just finished it bc i was tired of looking at it LMAO but i hope u guys enjoy <;33

you walk into the office building wearing your too-tight black mini skirt that accentuates your curves n your baby pink blouse that barely provided coverage as your perky tits were practically spilling out of it. hair did all nice with fluffy pin curls that complemented your face. your pink heels clack against the floor as you approach toji's office room.

originally, you were meant to be toji's new assistant. doing daily tasks such as getting his morning coffee, scheduling his meetings, or sorting through files. but here you are, bent over on toji's desk, paperwork a jumbled mess, skirt hiked up, blouse pulled above your tits, and toji pounding into your sopping wet cunt mercilessly with his fat cock.

"f-fuck this tight little cunt was made f' me" toji groans as he continues to rut his hips against your ass "a-ah right there toj- ahh!" you whine as the tip of his cock continuously hits your sweet spot, fat balls smacking against your clit. toji's hand snakes around your waist to massage the tiny bundle of nerves and your gummy walls immediately clench around his cock. mouth immediately forming into a o shape as you let out a silent gasp. "g'nna cum ohmygosh toji please please please!" you beg as you feel your climax approaching, pussy pulsating around his fat veiny cock.

"ffuckkk baby, cream all over daddy's cock" toji whispers into your ear in a sultry tone and soon after your toes are curling and your cum is dripping down his dick. he continues to rub your overstimulated clit as you try to squirm out of his grasp "'s too much toji!!" you whine "'m not done yet doll" he smirks "'m just gettin' started."

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The men of jjk want to know why Gojo is so annoying when it comes to his little fling…

· · "How Bout' I Cum All On Your D1ck and Then I Lick It Off" · ·

･˳ . ⋆ Featuring Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Fushiguro Toji, Higuruma Hiromi, Nanami Kento, Shiu Kong, Choso Kamo, Sukuna x Bimbo!Fem reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings: smut, anal, Cum swallowing, body fluid( squirting, spitting), spit roasting, hint at poly at the end, double penetration( two dicks), cervix kissing, dacryphillia, rough sex, degradation, everyone taking turns fucking you, fucked dumb, chubby reader hints, doggystyle, standing fucking, full nelson, standing doggystyle, fucking in vehicles and other places, big exhibition, Voyuerism, mating press, cheating reader( kinda), bukkake at the end, black coded reader, oral, pet names( doll, sweet doll, Angel, etc.), fucking in a mirror, double penetration again, group sex, Shiu Kong is the man who paid Toji for a** assination , jjk au/ not canon, heavy degradation, praise ofc, minor foot job at the end, overall nasty shit, tell me if I’m missing something please

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Word count: 7.1k

18+, Minors do not interact

Tokyo Revengers Version Aot Version

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆ Gojo Satoru: in the car + riding

You missed Gojo so much. His job has been keeping you away from him so when you get the opportunity to see him, it’s unfortunate and fortunate that you have to see him only in his car outside of the building he owns since it’s his lunch break. He was supposed to be eating lunch with you but instead he’s digging inside of your pussy like a man who’s getting his first lick of pussy and what it feels like inside and out. “ Mmgh fuck, please slo-slow down sato’!” Your voice was going horse from the screaming he was causing from the rapid motion of his hips snapping into yours.

Gojo balls were hitting your ass as he moved inside of you and he relished in the feeling of his heavy dick inside of you, “ nuh- uh, baby I can’t, been missing this pussy this entire week. I haven’t been able to talk to you as much as I want to, kiss you, touch you, and fuck you like I want— lemme , fuck! You’re squeezing me so tightly just like when you were a fucking virgin.” His mouth opened in a silent moan as your ass slapped down on his thighs whilst your pussy gripped his cock like you've wanted to plant him there forever in your little garden of a pussy.

You would think that because he’s a CEO that he would be able to take breaks whenever he wanted but he’s got too much shit to deal with in his company. He needed this. He needed to be inside of you. He needed you. He’s displaying his feelings as he fucks into your soaking, wet pussy. Each time he digs in the curve of his dick massages your silky but bumpy walls making you throw your head back in ecstasy. The windows were tinted but on the outside of the car, anyone who walks by could hear Gojo and your moans with the car bouncing up and down based on the movement of your hips slamming into his. Both of your moans were engulfed in the kiss you two shared as you hungrily lapped eachother tongues in each of your mouths.

Gojo's face got even redder as he was at the brink of the edge— little whimpers and pants escaped his mouth as his lips were opened with gloss of spit and sweat lathering them. He was about to cum and you knew that so you moved back and forth to chase your own orgasm telling him to hold it for you, “ sato’ hold it f’ me, please, I wanna- shit!- try something~.” As soon as you said the word new you came on his dick squeezing him even more so it was even harder for him to not cum inside of you. This was beginning to fill like torture. You stayed on him to stop shaking like a mad men whispering to him to hold it, repeating it multiple times.

Gojo moved around like a man on fire while knocking his knees together in fear of cumming inside of you. He knows you hate when he doesn't listen to you but he didn’t know if he was going to last until you slowly slid off his heavy, long cock. He groaned when you placed a finger on his opening slit of the tip of his dick— moving to the passenger seat. He was confused until you removed your finger from his slit, replacing your finger with your warm mouth. A spew of curse words and “ holy shit” released from Gojo’s mouth as you took in a shot of his cum. Afterwards, you took his dick out your mouth to paint your face with the rest of his cum. His body couldn’t do anything but shake at this display because you never did this before and always hated cum on your face so what changed. You were officially his girl now, there’s no snaking around now.

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆ Nanami Kento: on his desk in his office + doggystyle

Nanami has heard about you being Gojo’s little fling for the past few months. Gojo never stopped talking about you and he wanted to see who’s the first person to make him shut up whenever he takes a call on his cellphone, opening with a “ hi princess”— occasionally smiling wide with red blush dancing across his cheeks as he walks out his office door. Nanami at first thought it was a ploy to get out of talking about the plans for their company to merge with Toji’s company in hopes of an even greater deal coming out of this group project. As time walked on and on, he started to hear moans every time he walked past Gojo’s office or car that one time he came back from his lunch break.

He just had to put a face to the splendid moans he hears every now and then. And he did, essentially when you knocked on his door holding a box of pizza you brought for the office mates of the 15th floor. You only decided to do this to get to Nanami and it worked so as he opened the door, his eyes were so wide and he was stuck there just like you wanted him to be. You bat your eyelashes and smile at him, “ Hi, you must be Nanami, Gojo told me to give this to you, do you mind if I come in and set this down.” Nanami gulped because he was still puzzled by the door revealing such a beautiful smile and face. It didn’t matter about anything even if you have braces, a gap, crooked teeth, or a missing tooth. You were still beautiful to him, right now.

So that may be the reason you are bent over his desk with your clothes dropped to your ankle by your pretty ankle they will acknowledge later. The papers on his desk were flying off it as your body practically danced on his desk at the speed he was going. Nanami never expected this to turn out this way but he couldn’t resist your body or face for that matter. The feeling of your ass slapping against his pelvis as he moved back and forth in a rhythmic movement in the act of holding your tummy, mounding his fingers against your tummy and thick thighs— squeezing them as he fucked into you with whispers of how tight and great you felt.

You tried to subdue your moans but Nanami’s tip was breaching into your cervix causing an immense amount of pleasure and a little pain, just as you liked it. Nanami’s hair was out of place and sweat was glistening over his entire body which means that his buttoned down shirt was now completely opened. “ You are so heavenly to be inside of, my doll. You’re squeezing me like you never want me to leave this hot, wet pussy. Hell, I never want to leave, especially when you fuck me back like you’re doing right -Uumph fuck~- now, shit!” You can feel your orgasm approaching and you couldn’t even talk because it’s like your brain couldn’t function properly from the way he was drilling inside of your pussy. You didn’t even care about the front of your thighs burning and hurting at how hard he was fucking you against the desk. The pizza was long forgotten once you two started. The pizza was a great contrast from how your body felt right now. Pizza was cold right now while your body was hot and was about to cum on this man dick. Once he angled his hips into circles you were gone. “ Fuck~ m’gonna, mmph, m’ cummin.” You kept repeating the saying like you were stuck in a mantra and he wasn’t stopping even if you came on his cock just now. White juices lather his cock and he felt in heaven.

You could tell he was about to cum because he was now leaned over you with one arm across your chest and another one still playing with your tummy, “ where do you want me to cum, sweetheart. Hmm? Want me to cum on that pretty face or in your mouth so I could send you back to that fucker who just can’t shut up about you. It’s annoying but now I - Fuck~- see why he’s that way, choose now, doll.” Your legs were shaking and your limbs gave up so now he was grinding on top of you while holding your head down after whispering in your ear. You mumbled your answer but he couldn’t hear it so he grabbed the coils in your hair making your back hit his chest as his right hand was still holding your hair. You looked up into his eyes as he still moved inside of you trying so hard not to cum inside of your warm pussy, “ couldn’t hear you, sweetheart. Use your words correctly.” You whimper and close your eyes, “ I want it in my mouth and on my face, please, pretty please Nami’.” He let go of your hair but not before fixing it back the way it was while pulling out of you. He tightly grabbed his tip to stop his dick from cumming right there and now. You, on the other hand, was getting down on your knees— looking up at him through your teary gaze and pretty lashes. Meanwhile, he stared down at you with a hard stoic face but his eyes told another story as he looked at you.

“ Fuck, you look so pretty on your knees for me like the good doll you are. Shit! It's coming. Open your mouth.”, Nanami moaned and you obliged— opening your mouth in time to catch some of his hot, white cum into your mouth while the rest painted your face so well, landing on your cheek, nose, and forehead. You thought that he was a great shooter as you smiled with the white substance on your face. Nanami wished he could take a picture, print it, and keep it in his wallet. His breaths were shallow and slow, some of his limbs were still shaking a little bit. He’ll have to ask you if he could take the picture next time, he thought as he took your face in his hands— bending down to give you a kiss on the mouth in proudness.

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆ Geto suguru: bedroom + standing fuck

You and Geto hit it off when Gojo wanted to invite you over for a game night they were having. So far you were having a great time but you kept feeling eyes on you from across the table you all sat at. It was nothing but Gojo’s friend Geto, Shoko, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Mei, Utahime, Choso, Hiromi, and etc. you know you fucked one of his friends already so that’s probably who was eyeing you this entire night. I mean Nanami was eyeing you but not full long staring at you like Suguru was at the moment. You excused yourself when you got a text from Nanami. After your little exchange you traded numbers and have been talking to each other ever since. You gave yourself away to Geto when you smiled really hard on your way to the bathroom.

You didn’t even go to the bathroom, you went inside of a dark bedroom with only the lamp on, sitting down on the chair in front of the bed, texting Nanami back with a smile on your face. Geto knew you were a player and he was always trying to get Gojo stupid ass to see it, but he couldn’t. Too in love. Geto cleared his throat, placing two cards on the table, making all of them groan behind his back as he walked away from the table to check the bathroom upstairs. As expected you weren’t in there and he noted that he saw Nanami texting under the table. So he made the connection when he walked to his room— the connection that you and Nanami was fucking. Had to be. To his surprise he found you texting on the phone in his room as soon as he opened the door. He closed it— locking it behind him.

“ How long do you think he’s gonna be stupid? Hmm, maybe days, weeks, month-”, Geto says in a low voice while standing beside you, scaring you into putting your phone down with the screen up. “ What? What the hell are you talking about?” Your time was hushed but he could still make out the words. He was about to talk until he heard a ding and looked at your phone notification only to confirm his theory that you and Kento been fucking behind Satoru back. He shook his head when he saw you grab your phone to turn it over prior to looking up at him. Geto uncrossed his arms and sighed, “ What a slut, fucking whore really.” You were about to argue when he suddenly placed a thumb in your mouth. Instantly proving him right by sucking on his thumb even if he just caught you. You were indeed an Slut, his slut for the night.

Which is how we got here. Here as in Suguru fucking you against the wall with his pants down to his ankles and his tattooed arms under your thighs— your panties in your mouth to muffled your screams and moans. He’s gonna use your body until you realize your nothing but a fucking slut for him and his crew. The sounds of you wet pussy grabbing his dick as he moved in and out of you could be straight from porno he watches. You were a fucking pornstar of his dreams right now even if you weren’t a pornstar. So fucking beautiful while taking his cock deep inside of your melting pussy, “ Fuck, baby, your tears are just turning me on even more. Such a slut letting me and Nanami fuck you after Gojo spoke about you in a white light. Shit~ so fucking turned on about me fucking this slutty ass pussy aren’t you?” Your screams were loud but muffled making you cry even more because you can’t really get your moans out due to him silencing you with your own wet panties. The frantic was getting wetter with your saliva and drool.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he mixed your insides like they were cake battering. His dick was fucking you in all of the right places, gliding along your right walls, eventually kissing your cervix. The curve of his cock did him justice more than his girth. Suguru moaned into your ear as he held your body up against the wall slamming inside of you. Nothing but your muffled and his groans along with the slapping of skin was heard around the room. He didn’t even care if Gojo or anyone else could hear. He was enjoying the feeling of your pussy clamping around him like a tight scrunchie around a ponytail. He started to hear your cries get a little louder and your tears came down your face even more. All of this is happening just as your legs were wrapped around his waist— they were shaking like a leaf on a tree on a windy day. He knew you just came, uniquely when you squirted and cream on him at the same time. Fuck that was fucking hot.

Geto snapped his hips into your even faster as more squirt released from your pussy. “ Where do you want me to cum, my pretty little slut, hmm? Want it in your pussy?” You thought about it prior to shaking your head no. Your body felt so full and warm on his as he now grinded against you whilst whispering in your ear, “ Then where? On your tits? On your body? Oh~ I got it in your mouth right? Isn’t that where lots of sluts want cum.” His laugh after that was so mocking and it almost made you cry from how degrading this was, but your pussy just got even wetter from his degradation. Geto pulled out as he heard knocking on the door and Gojo’s voice asking where you were at and did he see you anywhere. Geto smirked before mouthing ‘get on your knees Whore’. You were worried that Gojo would find out but Geto didn’t give a damn. He needed to cum and he was going to do it in your mouth. Warm wet mouth.

You got on your knees as Suguru answered Gojo— stroking himself in front of your face. “ She’s not in here, check in the bathroom or basement. She knows she likes to sneak off and do whatever she wants to do.” You felt like that was a jab at him, so you took his tip into your mouth— sucking harshly on his tip causing him to hiss loudly. He grabbed your head and pushed it onto his dick making you take all of his cock, gagging and coughing with little taps could be heard but luckily Gojo was already gone. Geto snapped his pelvis to your face two times before cumming down your throat making your eyes roll to the back of your head and your pussy dripping on the floor. He yanked you off him with a loud gasp coming out your mouth, white liquid dropped out the sides of your mouth as you showed him you swallowed his cum. Geto leaned down to spit in your mouth, fore kissing you on your lips. He pulled away whispering “good girl”.

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆ Toji Fushiguro and Shiu kong : floor on carpet + mating press + double penetration

Toji knew he had to get you alone once Gojo started bragging about his little fling as well. He didn’t want Satrou to upstage him at any point of life, even in business, so when he got you alone, it was a done deal for both of you. Toji knew you were the one geto was describing who he had sex with the other night. At first he didn’t want to view you as a cheater and just a girl that wants to have fun so he pushed you out as a contender in the Suguru sex adventures. It couldn’t have been a coincidence but then again you are way too innocent. So he invited you over to his house to give you the notes and paperwork he needs to give to Gojo for their collaboration project.

Once you were inside his house, you didn’t leave due to your anklet dangling by your head paralleling the movements of his hips mixing into yours in addition to his legs being placed on each side of your hips. Mating press was his favorite position to put naughty bitches like you in. You couldn’t do anything except bite your lip or scratch his back and he loved that shit but you haven’t scratched his back yet, so he just fucked you even harder. Your cries and moans were music to his ears. Your pussy was being shaped into his thick ass cock and you and him loved it, “ Don’t cum to face, Angel. Wouldn’t want to overstimulate you now, would I?” Toji smirked when you opened your mouth letting out a silent oh. You were brainless right now, “ Brainless slut! Can’t even form a sentence, feel bad for you? Don’t you Shiu? Or would you rather her suffer more?!”

Your ears were going in and out that you couldn’t even hear or even see who he was talking about because your vision was too blurry with pretty crystal teers clouding it. You were on the verge of full on sobbing when Toji reached to choke your neck all the while dragging his cock inside of your pretty pussy, each time he moved in you clamped down on you and when he moved out your pussy was gasping for air and for his cock at the same time. “ Toji, please… I can’t take it.” Toji and the other guy who you now noticed is licking the tears off your cheek. He finally came into full view and you knew him right away because he was the first one in Toji’s company to hit on you as soon as you walked in the door, Shiu Kong. The man people told you to watch out for, but at this moment you wanted him.

Toji’s face was in your neck moaning and groaning your name, “ { reader}! Fuck {reader}, your pussy is so good. You gotta take it for me, Angel? Take it for me and Shiu here. We got you.” Shiu chuckled, “ Fuck that, be the whore Suguru mentioned while walking past my office that day. He described you just like I’m seeing you now, so you can take it. If you don’t shut up, I’m gonna give you something to take your mind off how much you can’t take it.” You were surprised by how deep his voice was, the cigarette mixed with Dior sauvage cologne smell illuminating from his body. His musk was intoxicating and you could only imagine how his cock would taste in your mouth, so you complained again when Toji grinds on you whilst his legs were resting beside you, semi mating press and semi missionary. “ Mmgh! Toji, you feel so good deep inside of me, but don’t go any faster please. I need rest.” You were so lying, you just wanted to see what Shiu would do.

You found out the hard way of what he would do because now he had his dress pants off to the side and his dress shirt unbuttoned— tie and blazer long gone. His dick was done your throat while Toji still had you in a mating press. Shiu balls were hitting your forehead instead of your chin because you were sucking his dick upside down. He loved the view of you getting fucked shamelessly on the living room floor by his boss. He also loved the feeling of your melting hot mouth on his hard dick. He sees why the Gojo guy is practically in love with you. “ Fucking hell, take all of it in your pretty little mouth pussy. Aahh, I could see the fucking bulge in her throat. Toji raised his head to look at your throat, sure enough the bulge was appearing and disappearing when he moved in and out of your mouth. Your spit was lathering up your face, chin, and chest— can’t forget his entire cock as well. Shiu wanted more of you just like Toji does.

“ Look at that.” Toji smacked your throat with a open hand making you gag even more on Shiu’s cock, “ Fucking perfect. The perfect girl in my eyes. Ughh! I think I wanna paint your body with my cum. Your body is my muse.”, Toji says prior to biting the top of your right boob. Shiu threw his head back, “ S-she can- shit. She has me stuttering because of how perfect she’s sucking my dick. She’s my fucking canvas, fuck her mouth is especially. Can’t wait to fuck her fat pussy next but for right now, swallow all of this cum, baby doll.” He pushed his dick seeped into your mouth. The movement of your body stopped a little as your eyes rolled back. Gosh, being treated like a whore is so fun, as long as it’s displayed like that in the bedroom settings. All the men you fucked understood the assignment and this one will fit in perfectly. You couldn’t even feel anything because your senses was fucking with you at the moment.

You only knew they both came with you when Toji moaned out your name while stroking his semen on your tummy. Some of the cum dripped down your body rolls and he fell in love with you right then and there. You came on his cock with the muffled screams crowding the room and he came on your body, shuddering from the impact of your pussy. Meanwhile Shiu was now making out with you after you swallowed his cum, “ You did so good, my little princess. Can we fuck you again? Can I?” You nodded your head prior to sitting up with the help of Shiu. Your body shook as you crawled over to Toji to engulf the tip of his cock in your mouth sucking him dry. He was panting and whimpering at you sucking on his tip, now he was the one who couldn’t take it. Oh well.

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆ Choso kamo: + standing doggystyle

It was hard to get to Choso because he was closed off and to himself. You figured because he was the emo/ goth guy of the group meanwhile they are just regular. You knew that Choso had a big dick because you could tell from the way he walked and how quiet and preserved he was. You didn’t always believe in quiet men having big dicks because it was just an opinion but after getting choso alone because you fucked with your car to get it fixed and needed someone to fix it or stay with you. Yes you did do that just because you heard through the grapevine( Gojo) that he does mechanical work on the side of being an assistant.

Right now, you two are the only ones in this abandoned parking lot where a grocery store used to be and it was late at night. He was seeing what caused your car to break down- hood raised up while he tweaks and checks some things. You, on the other hand, fixed yourself up and fixed your hair up, “ Did you find it yet? Or do you need help with the flashlight part?” Choso slammed the hood of the car down and stared right into your eyes with an angry expression on your face. He turned to sit on the hand prior to making a motion finger to get you to come to him and you obeyed quickly. Once you stood in front of him, he turned you around and whispered the words you didn’t think would come out his mouth, “ you want my cock, right? That’s why you purposely did that to your car. Such a succubus really. Pulling me in and here I am falling for it. You got me, now satisfy me, pretty girl.”

Your clothes was discarded and you had nothing but your bra on as he was digging into your pussy from behind. Your car rocked as he bounced your ass up and down his dick, “ That’s it, pretty boy. Fuck me like you mean it.” You knew he liked to be in control but controlled at the end of the day. A fucking switch if you want to put a name to it. He became puddin in your hands as soon as he pushed two clean fingers inside of your pussy and now his dick was the replacement for his fingers. He watched as your ass plopped down on him and wished he could capture this moment in his mind forever. Want to replay it like a broken record on repeat. That’s how amazing this felt right now. “ Hah, sh-shit, pretty girl. You feel amazing to be inside of.” You as your hands were placed along the side of him on the cold surface of the car— you rolled your hips, “ Mhmm, tell me more, baby.”

Choso suddenly grabbed your arms to place them behind your back, fucking into you with his big heavy balls slapping in between your thighs, “ I want to impregnate you so badly, right now. You were always the thoughts clouding up my brain. Everytime I - mmph!- thought about you stress went away that quick. You have a healthy and unhealthy affect on me. I hate it and I hate you!” He started to fuck you even more harder with one hand now snaked around your neck and the other one still holding your wrist together. The rolls on your body rippled along with his thrust, as well as your ass. You couldn’t even get a word out, “ You’re fucking me so good! Uuhhh! Yes right there, fuck me like you hate me, so’. I need it.” You kept repeating need it as drool slipped out of your mouth to the floor. One of your lashes was coming off from how hot the night air was. You thought you looked ugly right now but Choso thought the opposite. You looked even more beautiful fucked out under the moon light.

Choso bit your ear lobe as you tightened and untightened your pussy on his cock. He heard your cries and knew you just came on his cock just like he wanted, “ shit, baby. I don’t think I could hold on ang longer from the way you’re squeezing me right now. So please, where do you want me to cum? Hmm?” You whimpered prior to speaking, “ I want to suck you off, please. Please, lemme suck your dick.” Choso stopped with a hiss and pulled out at the same time of you dropping to your knees carefully on the concrete floor, scraping them a little. That’s something you will regret later.

Choso moved his hair out his face and looked down at you with low eyes and puffed up red cheeks. He watched as you placed kitten licks on his cock, savoring your taste on his dick which made him let out a broken moan. “ You like that, don’t you?” Choso rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “ Yes, fuck yes!, I do. Mmmm, you’re being such a good slut right now.” You laughed while continuing to place kitten licks under the head of his dick where his trigger vein is at. His tip was turning an angry red even if it had a little tint of brown, “ Cum f’me, So’. Cum in this pretty mouth, pretty face, cum for me baby.” He folded as soon as you said baby and gave one more kitten lick as you said it. He moaned out your name like a werewolf in heat, “ Fucking yes! Ohh I can’t take anymore, wait. Wait, ahhh fuck yes!” His reaction was because your pretty lips wrapped around his cock sucking up every last drop. “ Your fucking- hahhh’~ draining me baby.” Your laugh practically caused him to whine even more since it made a vibration on his tip. 6 down, two more to go.

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆ Higuruma Hiromi: shower + against the wall

You never tried anal before but for Hiromi you’re willing to. You caught him in the bathroom while he was taking a shower at your apartment. He only stopped by yours because it was close and he was already forming a little bond with you over these past few weeks from the text messages. You so badly wanted to talk dirty to him in the text messages but was waiting for the right moment and right now was the right moment.

You were walking past your bathroom when you heard groans. Your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you that’s for sure, so you snuck inside the bathroom while Gojo was calling your phone after just fucking one of his hook-ups. He always called you whenever they wouldn’t satisfy him and you would turn him down every time telling him to go wash his dick off. What a coincidence that Hiromi is washing his clothes off. He was sensitive because he wasn’t jerking off at all. He was washing it until you heard a whisper of your name. Next thing you know after washing up with him, you were hanging onto him with your legs wrapped around his waist, “ You ever tried anal before, cupcake.” You shook your head no and he asked you if you would like to try— nodding your head yes to the question, which lands you a finger in your ass going in and out, carefully, “ You're taking this so well, cupcake. I think with a few more pumps you’ll be ready for my dick.”

Luckily the water was the lube for now but that still wasn’t enough so he spit on his fingers and fingered your ass even faster making you throw your head back in euphoria, “ Ahhnn, that feels so damn - mmph!” Hiromi smirked at your reaction with his wide big eyes staring directly into yours. He stopped fingering you and kissed you on your mouth. His lips were so soft against yours as the water ran over his entire body meanwhile only running down your face and tits. “ You.” He kissed your lips one last time. “Ready?” Another kiss on the top of your nose. You nodded your head as he moved up a little to get from under the water. You helped him get the water out his eyes prior to him messaging the opening of your ass.

Your breath got caught in your throat when he moved inside of your ass, you couldn’t even notice one tear sliding down your eyes, “ Fuck!” Hiromi kissed all over your face trying to ease you up and it worked because you were a sucker for light affection as well. He paused to let you get comfortable— moving inside of you more steady when you welcomed his tip inside of your puckered hole even more. You never thought but anal would feel this amazing or is it just Hiromi groping your ass as he moved up and down inside of you. His cock was bruising your whole body so well that you were crying without any words, just whimpers and moans. Hiromi chuckled and you could feel it on your chest as well, adding more to your pleasure/ humiliation of even trying anal, “ Look at you, so pretty taking my cock in that pretty ass of yours. You’re mine now.”

As soon as he said that he started moving even more faster inside of you despite your size because he was still holding you up, fucking you up inside and it felt so good. Soo good. “ everytime I slam into your ass, it jiggles on my fingers, adding to my fetish baby. Ass has always been something I admire for a long time and you know how long I’ve been staring at your ass. Ready to bend you over any minute.” Your mouth opened and a scream came from it turning into a loud moan of Hiromi’s name, “ Mmgh! Aaah! Keep pounding me just like that.” You gripped his cock everytime he slammed inside of your hot ass, fuck he wanted to spend so much time worshipping every inch of your body. “ Gonna cum for me, hmm, cupcake, gonna fuck~ cum onto my cock.” You nodded and kissed him as you moved up and down chasing your orgasm as well.

The sound of balls slapping your ass was enough to end you over the edge. Hiromi fucked you even harder, speeding up his movements trying not to fall. He snapped his hips into yours four more times— cumming into your little asshole. Throwing his head back as the water slid down his hair, face, and onto his neck. Hiromi came back up and placed you down on the floor, shaking as he did it. Your asshole felt brand new because of the loss of virginity and his cock size. He was freaking big and you didn’t know how you fit him inside but then again once you looked down, he was still a little hard. You body shook and jumped a bit as you got in your knees, licking his cock clean of your juices and his mixed together, “ You’re so fucking nasty, my love. I fucking love it.” You never did this before but there’s a first time for everything. One more to go.

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆ Sukuna: two dicks/ mouths in your bed in front of the mirror + full Nelson

You never in your life heard of someone with two dicks. It was rare and I’m sure there’s a name for it out there somewhere. Sukuna was a strange individual, he had tribal tattoos on his arms and probably all over his body but that’s not gonna stop you anytime soon. He may be strange, in your mind that just means the dick is extravagant, so you couldn’t wait to try it. You sent the text to sukuna that you wanted to fuck two days after Hiromi fuck session. You’ve been on a role and haven't caught my Gojo yet, but then again does it matter. No, it didn’t not because you two are flings, so you would fuck whoever you wanted and he could do the same, just not friends. Somehow your ears were closed when he said that one.

Reasons why your anklet is back to your ear with arms wrapped around your legs holding your head in place as well. You was getting fucked in your pussy and ass by one person: Sukuna. You were moaning like a bitch in heat as you were put in a full nelson by someone as big and strong like him. Your pussy was on full display in front of your mirror and you couldn’t be more happy at the feeling of two dicks fucking you, “ Ohnnn bitch, fucking hell this hurts so good, kuna’.” He wanted to hear you say his name on a scratched cd saying the same thing over and over. His hand reached to play with your pretty pussy, rubbing your clit as he still moved up and down inside of your pussy and ass, “ Give me what I want, my little Bimbo. You don’t think I noticed your entire aura and act. You didn’t think I heard the stories from each one of them. They fucking love you and I now love your pussy as well because I could never love a little girl like you.” You burst out crying at his mean words. He was being such a meanie and asshole.

This is the degradation you hated and loved because it may be true. Sukuna laughed at your choked moans/sobs, “ So fucking pretty but pathetic. Playing the game but didn’t know that I made the game a long time ago. Shit~ this pussy is beautiful inside and out, but you're still nothing but a bitch in heat.” You were about to talk back but he pulled your head into a nasty kiss. This was true hate fucking and you couldn’t even process this because when did he hate you so much, now you hated him just as much. Who does sukuna think he is talking to you like he was? He made you feel trashy and that was the greatest feeling you could feel. Degrading was a part of your mind every and any day. Words hurt so good.

Sukuna dick from your pussy popped out making him stop completely, “ Put it back in before I stop completely. You’re not even gonna get to fucking lick off my cum once I cum inside of this soaking whorish pussy and ass.” Your moans and cries were louder than before since he sped up as soon as you placed his cock back into your weeping pussy. Little groans were escaping his mouth as he fucked you so good, better than he did with other women. Maybe because he fucked them without passion just complete degradation.

“ M’gonna cum, m’fucking cummin’. Ohh~.”, Sukuna swears when your head is laid back on his huge chest, your eyes crossed in complete bliss. “ That’s right baby, cum on this dick. Your pussy and ass is mine forever now. You are mine. Gojo gonna have to give you up to me. Fuckkkk~”. His balls slapped inside against your clit and pussy two more times ensuring that he’s cumming inside of you. “ So fucking perfect!”

Sukuna stood up with his cocks still inside of you. Afterwards, he placed you on the bed carefully, kissing your head as he stood in front of you, “ Sorry if I was mean, my sweet doll. Had to be, release my anger for you going to them first instead of me.” You smiled up at him with low eyes— soon licking up and down his dicks tasting both of them. If you couldn’t lick one you would just stroke the other and trade off when the other one is clean. After cleaning them both off even with his body shaking and low moans erupting from him, you spoke, “ Save the best for last.” Sukuna smirked down at you, proud of you. You won the game, or did you?

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆ All of them: in your living room + bukkake

After two weeks, you were in a jam, a good one. This was so unexpected but what could you say? Absolutely nothing since you have a huge cock in your mouth, brown eyes looked down at you in admiration. Nanami was so beautiful to look at as you gave him a blow job. Blonde hair discheveled and cheeks bones going and out from the low breathes he took. Every part of your body was being played in front of Gojo who was sitting on the chair with red blush covering his entire face. He didn’t want to find out you were fucking his friends this way and he wanted to be angry, disappointed even but he couldn’t when you looked so fucking sexy taking this many cocks.

His cock was being stroked by Geto as he breathed in and out while keeping his eyes on you, taking Choso inside of your ass, Hiromi inside of your pussy, and shiu played with your tits as his cock slid between the crack of your leg bending. Toji was on the other side of you with his cock in your face waiting for you to suck him off as well and you did eagerly. Nanami and Toji smashed their lips together in the heat of the moment. You were kinda glad the attention is completely off you and their indulging in themselves instead of focusing on you all the time. But

Sukuna used your feet to stroke his cocks, loving the feeling of your panty hose stockings on his cocks. You weren’t really interested in foot jobs because they were weird. But Sukuna looks like he’s having a good time from the corner of your eye, besides it felt a little good. “ Look, Satoru. Look at how she’s becoming everyone’s pretty little angelic, slut right in front of your eyes. All that boasting was just preparing us for something like this.”

Your gags and gargles were heard around the room as Toji yanked your head up and down his cock. Your hands were full and so was your pussy and ass, you couldn’t be more happy especially when you saw Gojo enjoying himself with Geto as well in a heated makeout session while he was playing with his cock. You two were in bliss, you never wanted this to end.

After, taking all of their cocks inside of your pussy and ass, you came on their dicks as many times as you can count on your fingers, they all stood around your body as you sat on your knees on the fur carpet in your living room. You stuck your tongue out for everyone as you seen your cum lathered on all of their dicks, damn you made these men tired epesically Gojo Satoru, your first target. “ Good girl, stick your tongue out just like that.”, Suguru says closing his eyes with his head thrown back. You caught all of his cum swallowing it with no problem. Sukuna grabbed your hand to stroke his cock, gosh was he huge in size and height. You thought that as you looked up at him. He was 7’0 or up, the tallest one out of the group.

Everyone came on your face, you couldn’t see because you had your eyes close because Hiromi was a messy shooter, always had been. You smiled even more when you heard a click of a camera, “ Such a fucking whore, I love you.” It was Gojo who took the pic and Gojo was the first one to say I love you. Your job was done, he cracked.

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