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sttoru · 10 months ago

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 '𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒, CHAPTER II: you smuggle the wounded man into your dorm room and nurse him back to health in secret. a fragile bond forms between you and the stranger - whose name you learn is toji - as you spend your first night together.

word count. 6.6k-ish

tags. assassin!toji fushiguro x college student!female reader. sfw. bits of angst. mentions of blood, knives, murder. reader gets called 'woman'. general warnings: size difference. age gap (reader early 20's, toji early 30's). chapter one here

Three. Two. One.

You accept your miserable fate with a gulp. You prepare yourself for the unbearable pain that awaits your body until the last breath leaves your lungs. You hope the anguish lasts for a second or two before your vision turns pitch black. Before your soul meets its maker. Or before it gets lost somewhere more peaceful than this life you've led.

Closing your eyes, waiting for the impact, and uttering your final words in your head felt like eternity. Maybe the man is playing with your emotions before he decides to make an end to your life. Perhaps he is such a nasty psycho. And you can’t believe that out of all people who could’ve met him tonight on the street, you did.

You sniff. Life is unfair. Even at your final moments, you couldn’t help but feel you got the short end of the stick. You wait and wait, but your death doesn’t arrive. You sigh and ask whoever can hear your thoughts to make it quick.

“Shit,” Your ‘murderer’ coughs. It sounds like a painful cough, one that came out the back of his throat. You hear metal clattering on wet concrete not a second later. Your eyes shoot open at the sudden noise, your vision instantly filling with a frightening sight. You watch as the injured man starts to cough up blood. He’s unable to lift a finger in that state of his.

This is your chance to make a run for it. The voice in your head is screaming at you to move and get yourself to safety. It’s a perfect opportunity to get help. But something inside of you is urging you to stay.

Any normal person would have escaped by now.

��I must be out of my mind,’ you silently think. You don’t loosen the grip you have on your scarf, the one pressed against the man’s open wound. Your body is yelling at you—begging you to move away—yet your heart is pleading to stay put. There is no way your body wins over the strong will of your heart. Your soul, that’s strangely connected to his, a man that threatened to kill you without hesitation.

You surely have lost your mind.

“Sir, oh my god,” you panic. You chose to stay, however have no clue what to do. You’re trying your best to think of a solution to all of this. Your eyes catch a glimpse of your now wet phone laying in a puddle of rain. You hope it still works. Well, even if it does, you surely can’t call an ambulance for the man. He had stated that he didn’t want any help.

If you consider the possibility of him being a murderer, you’d understand that he wouldn’t want an ambulance to be involved. You shake your head as your body desperately tries to continue fighting against your heart’s desires. ‘Sympathizing with a possible murderer. God I really must have gone insane,’ you curse yourself out in your head.

The sound of heavy breathing brings you back into the current moment. You catch the way the bloodied man is trying to regain his strength. You try to coax him into staying still, “sir, please don’t move. It could worsen your injury.”

You voicing your worries only causes the man to try and push you away. Despite his weakened state, the little push he gives you is enough to make you lose the grip on your crimson stained scarf. You watch in pure horror as more blood pours down his black shirt, onto his white pants.

“No, please. Please listen to me,” you don’t know why you’re begging a grown man, a killer, to listen to you for his own sake. You shouldn’t even be here. You should be back in your dorm room, in your cozy bed, watching a series while it pours outside. You shouldn’t be playing the hero to a stranger.

You think quickly. The only option you have aside from an ambulance, is to try and help him out to your best ability. You don’t have anything with you that could help, but you do have some rubbing alcohol in your dorm. That could work as a disinfectant. Stitching his wound up is the real challenge.

“Okay, uhm,” you try to think of a way to do this as smoothly as possible. You quickly grab the knife from the ground and shiver at the sight of the blood on the handle. Time is ticking and it won’t be long until the man in front of you loses his consciousness and possibly… dies.

You take off your coat, making haste to do so. Your hands are trembling, and your heart is stammering. You hiss as you tear apart the material of your coat using the sharp knife. The leather should help slow down the bleeding. Even if it’s only for a little bit. That’s all you really need.

“Here,” you quickly replace the scarf with the cut piece of your coat. You wrap it around his waist and fasten it, making sure it doesn’t slip off. The man does not say a word nor does he fight you off. All the resistance is gone from his weary body. That should tell you enough; he’s barely holding on. His heavy yet faint breathing is the only sign that reassures you that he’s not fallen unconscious.

You collect your bag and all the other things scattered on the dirty ground of the alleyway. You don’t want to leave any evidence of you being here, helping an alleged killer with getting away. Your heart tells you it’s fine, but your body is telling you that you’ll regret all of it. Time will tell which is the truth.

You stand up. Barely. Your knees are nearly giving out on you because of the stress and anxiety, though the adrenaline pumping through your blood is helping you stay composed. Your eyes follow the flow of the man’s blood as it mixes with the rainwater on the concrete. You can’t clean that up. The only thing you can do about it is pray—pray that the rain will wash all of it away. Down the drains.

“Are you okay?” You whisper, checking in on the stranger. He doesn’t answer. You crouch down in front of him, a worried expression on your face as you carefully move the hair from his eyes. They’re closed. You freak out and your initial reaction is to gently tap his cheek for any sign of life, “sir? Sir? Don’t tell me he’s—"

“Shut up,” his gruff voice echoes in your ears. It seems like he still wants you gone, though is not trying to actively shoo you away anymore. Not like he can in the awful state he is in.

The stranger coughs again, his eyelids opening just halfway before closing again. You sigh in relief and move next to him. You lift his arm so that it loosely sits on your shoulders. You grunt softly—the muscles in them makes it a tough job. You try asking him for his compliance, “I’ll help you stand up, okay?”

As expected, you’re met with silence. You take it as an agreement and use all the strength left in your limbs to get up on your feet. It’s a struggle, with you nearly toppling over thrice, but you eventually get the co-operation you’re looking for. The bloodied stranger slowly but surely manages to stand up straight with your aid.

You’re shocked by his large stature. He was intimidating enough when seated, but now that he’s towering over you, his aura is reaching high levels of unsettling. You hope he’s got enough drive left to move his feet. You can’t expect your frail arms to half carry a six-foot-something man.

“Hang in there,” you mutter, trying to cover the anxiety you’re internally facing. You look ahead and move forward in small strides, the steps you’re making are wobbly, as are his. You look up and try to gauge the man’s reactions, though his eyes are once again covered by his wet bangs. All you can make out is the slight twitch of his scarred lips. He’s in pain.

You manage to escape that damned back alley. Your bag is soaked, as are your clothes. You take one quick glance back before you turn the corner and once again pray that the rain washes the blood away. You take the quietest and fastest route back to your dorm.

A couple people pass you by. They don’t look at you funny nor do they bat an eye to the man you’re helping keep balance. They have their own lives that they need to take care of first. The pouring rain makes it harder for them to concentrate on anything else as well. Besides, the material of your coat wrapped around the man’s waist covers up most of the blood. It’s not visible to others.

If someone were to describe the image of the stranger and you from an outsider’s perspective, they’d think you’re just helping your drunk partner back home. It’s not an uncommon sight in the busy streets of Tokyo, especially in the evening.

“Where...” The stranger speaks up, his deep voice hoarser than before. He unexpectedly grips your shoulder. His meaty fingers digging into your flesh makes you wince. He’s only using a small bit of his actual strength and you’re already in pain. You push through and continue helping him forward. “Fuck,” He cusses. He’s starting to become deluded due to the blood loss and pain, “where ‘re—”

The tall man coughs, interrupting himself. You cringe at the sound of that excruciating sound. You could see the lights in the distance. The ones you’re used to seeing when coming back to campus after a night out with your friend. Now, you’re coming back with an unknown man. An alleged killer that you’re bringing into the building. You don’t even want to think about all the lives you could potentially put in danger.

You try to avert your attention. Now is not the time for that. Your gut feeling says so. You need to figure out a way to sneak this man inside your room without anyone finding out. Not the security guards, hall monitors or students: No one can know. You answer his question with clear doubt in your voice, not knowing if you’ll both even make it, “safety. To safety.”

All the thoughts about your poor life decisions get pushed to the side. You grunt and try to increase your speed, having difficulty dragging the man with you. You’re sweating. The amount of strength you need to put in to take only one step is severely draining. You remember that there is one path that doesn’t have much surveillance cameras hanging around. It’s the one you and a couple others use to sneak back into your dorms very late at night.

“Almost,” you try to encourage the stranger, whose silence is quite eerie. You hope he’s holding on. The way he’s dragging his feet over the bricks tells you that he’s trying to keep conscious. You hurry up and get to the hidden exit at the back.

It’s locked on some days, so you let out a breath of relief when you manage to push it open. That spares you the trouble of having to go through the main entrance and risk getting caught. Plus, you don’t have to use and show your student card now that you’ve infiltrated the building. You hope that there aren’t many people around this side, praying that they’re all eating dinner somewhere.

The creaking of the door is ten times louder than it is usually. Or it could be the fear in your body restructuring your thoughts. Luckily, your dorm room is only one flight of stairs up. You can’t take the elevator because of the cameras in it. You look over at the man leaning against your shoulder, his head tilting to the side in exhaustion.

“Christ,” The stranger grunts. His head sways a little closer to yours unintentionally and your breath hitches. For a split second, he rests the side of his head against yours, too tired to move away. It makes your heart stammer for a moment. To have this coldhearted man lean on you, depend on you, and lay his life in your hands.

You’re filled with another rush of adrenaline. “Are you still holding up okay?” your quiet voice snaps the man out of his disoriented state. He only then realizes that he’s leaning his heavy weight on your small stature. He grumbles and tilts his head the other way again, away from yours. He clearly hates to be vulnerable. Especially around a random girl he does not have any business with.

Without getting an answer back, you carefully make haste to your dorm room. Your room is the first one in the entire row, located the surveillance camera's dead zone, which works out in your favor again.

You hold in your breath and try to fish the keys out of your pocket. Your fingers move the old and now wet receipts and garbage to the sides, pulling the desired object out from between them. You fumble with the keys, your fingers trembling as you try to grab the right one.

The intimidating stranger looks down at your hand through a blurry vision. You’re in a hurry to open the door and avoid being caught. Someone could turn the corner right now and you’d be busted. He huffs in annoyance, though voices no audible complaints. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he knows you’re helping him and that you have zero ill intent.

“Sorry,” you whimper before finally unlocking your door. You hurriedly get in an shut it behind you. It feels like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. Figuratively in this case, since you still have a whole man leaning on you. You help him over to your bed and carefully assist him down.

You’re ignoring your own boundaries for the nth time. The ones you are so adamant to follow in any other situation. You would never let someone sit on your bed with their outside clothes still on, especially not if they’re dirtied and wet. You’re tolerating it for now. All for this man that you have a sudden, unfathomable attraction to.

You don’t have time to think. You rush to your wardrobe and pull the drawer open. You search for a first aid kit. You had it laying somewhere—though never used. Your parents had given you it in case of an emergency. Which is right now.

You find a whole bunch of gauze rolls and a bottle of antiseptic liquid along with bandages, scissors, and pain killers. You have zero clue on how to treat a wound. You only saw such stuff in action movies and cartoons. You grab a needle and thread that you had laying around. A towel and a tissue box as well. Just anything that’s redeemed relevant for the situation.

You drop everything on your bed and fiddle around on what to use first. You’re tempted to grab your phone and look up some instructions on the internet, but you quickly get interrupted by a bloody hand reaching out for the disinfectant. You watch with worry as the man gets to work—not expecting any help from an oblivious girl like you. He’s gone through this before.

“Get some water.” The man huffs, undoing the coat around his waist slowly. You only have a few seconds to act. You look around frantically and find an old water bottle on your nightstand. You hand it to him, and he nearly yanks it from your hand, still showing that stubborn reluctance around you. There’s not a thank you in sight as he gets to work.

You can tell that the stranger has stitched up his own wounds many times before. It makes you think back to your initial thoughts. The thoughts about his occupation. His skills would be self-explanatory if he were to be an actual murderer. Having to deal with these types of wounds would be an everyday experience.

Yet, instead of being alarmed at the possibility, you manage to feel bad for his situation. You helplessly watch as he pours nearly the entire bottle on his wound, getting rid of any debris that’s got on it. He clearly does not care about the wet stains it’s created on your sheets. They’re messy anyway. “Give me that,” the injured man comments and nods at the needle and thread with his head.

You do as told, staying silent as you let the professional do what he knows is best. He cleans the needle with the antiseptic fluid and prepares the wound some more. You want to advise him to at least use some pain killers before he goes to work on it, however they’d take too long to take effect. There is no time to do all of that.

“Ah,” you hiss, like you’re the one experiencing the pain, as you notice how he’s starting the suture near the edge of his wound. You squeeze your eyes shut and turn your head to the side, not wanting to witness the gruesome scene. A few occasional grunts and groans sounding from the man leave you nauseous. You can’t imagine what he’s going through at the moment, cleaning and stitching up his own injury. He seemed to know what he was doing, so you don’t comment on it any further.

After a couple seconds pass, you hear another pained hiss. You can’t stand it. You’re just sitting at the edge of your bed, hoping for the best. Hoping that he could make use of all that you provided him with. “Can I help somehow?” You breathlessly ask, your voice a quiet whisper.

“Yeah, by shutting up,” The older man answers bluntly. He’s fixated on healing his wound the best he could, and your voice is disrupting that focus. He’s made some progress with the suture. It isn’t done under perfect circumstances, but he’s used to it. His body has been through enough since childhood to have built up a resilience to most things. The pain and discomfort are nothing he isn’t familiar with.

You bite your lip and apologize for asking him something, “sorry.” His deep voice makes you shiver. It only reminds you of the fact that you have a grown man in your room. A possible killer on the loose. You don’t push your luck and just remain silent. You don’t want to end up as another victim.

Though you have a feeling that he wouldn’t hurt you. Where that feeling came from, you have no idea. It could be your delusions, however you’re sure he wouldn’t harm a hair on your head. Maybe it’s due to that little moment of vulnerability he showed in the halls moments ago. Your body warms up at the memory of how his head laid against yours for a split second.

The man finishes off the suture with a firm surgeon knot. He cleans the remaining blood with the tissues he’s drowned in disinfectant. You look his way again when you hear him shifting in his place. Your baffled as you notice how he’s trying to stand up. You don’t know much about wounds, but you know for certain that someone cannot stand up after getting an injury stitched. It could reopen the wound.

Your hand moves on its own. You firmly grab the man’s wrist and tug him back down on your bed. The stranger lets out a surprised grunt and instinctively slaps your hand away. He wants to leave.

To him, it’s nothing serious. This is just another day in his life. He’s used to ignoring his body’s pleas for rest. Vulnerability does not look good on him. He hates it.

The older man parts his lips to defend himself, yet quickly decides on the opposite. He shuts his mouth once his eyes met your pretty ones. They’re glimmering with tears. He does not realize why you’re suddenly so upset. Nor does he actually care... He thinks.

He just wants to leave before you ask too many questions. It’s best to act like you two have never met. For his sake and yours.

You stare at each other for a few seconds. The silence creates an undeniable tension between you both. You don’t exchange words, though you think he knows what you mean with that look you’re giving him. You’re indirectly begging him to stay still and rest. You know he needs it. He secretly knows he needs it as well, though does not want to acknowledge that weakness.

The stranger sighs in frustration. He looks down at the wound he’s worked hard to patch up. His head hurts. His eyelids are heavy. His limbs are unresponsive. He has no other choice but to lay back. He promises himself that he’d leave after an hour or two. He wants to have nothing to do with you.

A college girl helping him. Who would’ve thought that day would come. Did he become that weak? He has always refused the help of others, so what would make this any different? He can leave and deal with the consequences of that poor decision on his own. However, his body doesn’t move an inch.

The man frowns as he realizes that his cold and distant attitude would get him nowhere this time. His body is actively resisting the urges to leave.

You cautiously ascertain his reactions. You notice the way he slumps back against your pillows with a curse word leaving his lips. You can’t help but feel relieved. You don’t know why, but you’re happy that he’s staying with you. Even if it’s just for a little longer. You want to make sure he’s going to be fine.

You nod silently and don’t say a word for a good while. You don’t want to annoy the man more than you already have. You get up, knees buckling as the adrenaline wears you down. You’re glad you haven’t been caught and that the man you saved didn’t die. You’re tired from everything that went down in the last hour or so.

Though, you cannot rest.

You clean up the mess around your bed. The used, bloody tissues. The rain that’s dripped down your clothes and onto the floor, making small puddles on the surface. The piece of leather you had used as a temporary solution for the stranger’s bleeding. After you’ve gotten rid of all that, you finally take off your coat and shoes. You want to take a bath as soon as possible. And dry your hair.

You don’t take your eyes off the man on your bed. He’s starting to stir again, which could mean one of two things. He’s either trying to escape or trying to change his position. To your surprise, you catch him pull his shirt over his head. The older man’s ripped physique comes into view. Faint veins run down his beefy arms, his abs are perfectly defined, and his waist compliments his bulky stature.

You’re staring. You only realize it when your eyes catch the way he’s attempting to wrap some gauze around his lower abdomen. You can tell that he’s struggling, but he does not ask for help. Nor does he even look your way—acting like it’s just him in the room. It’s easy to conclude that he’s never depended on anyone in his life. It saddens you.

You walk over to your bed and sit down at the edge. You wordlessly reach out to grab the roll of gauze from his hand. Your fingers brush against his palm while you do so, and you can feel the rough calluses on his skin. You don’t comment on it but make a mental note of your discovery.

You carefully wrap the gauze around his waist once. You’re as cautious as you could be, not wanting to inflict any more discomfort on the stranger. He doesn’t resist. He’s too tired to do so. Alhough, that doesn’t stop him from showing his complaints about the situation through his distant body language. His eyes are staring at the nearby wall, his expression as stoic as ever.

You go around with the roll of gauze once more. You lean a bit closer to his torso to properly do your job. You can’t help but feel a tiny bit embarrassed by your proximity. Neither of you says anything about it. He doesn’t move away, and you take that as a sign to continue tending to him.

The older man can’t help but feel that urging desire to push you away and leave. He doesn’t want to be involved in any of this. You weren’t supposed to find him. You weren’t supposed to help him. You weren’t supposed to bring him back here. He hates the idea of letting someone – you - get close to him. He hates letting others in his personal space.

“What’s your name, sir?” Your soothing voice breaks the silence. You’re still visibly nervous, but also a lot less panicky. He finally looks down at you, seeing you put the gauze in place before grabbing a roll of bandages. He hates your touch.

The stranger clenches his jaw. He had to have scared you away in that back alley. He couldn’t and that’s what got him in such a predicament. One that triggers his many internal issues and struggles. He hates having to talk about himself to others. That’s how most bonds form.

“None of your damn business, girl,” The older man growls. His tone is harsh and cold, but you don’t back away nor even flinch. That only serves to irk him more. You’re meant to cower in fear, leave him alone and never turn back, but you do the complete opposite. You don’t know him and yet still choose to take care of him.

You nod, not pushing the matter any further. The injured stranger narrows his eyes for a second. Nothing seems to work on you. His intention is to scare you off, though the more he tries, the more you seem to get closer. It’s got the total opposite effect and he despises it.

He hates it all. Your closeness, your need to help him, your eyes that stare up at him with such worry, your hands bandaging him up. He promised himself, the day his wife died a couple years ago, that he’ll never involve himself with people if it isn’t for business related matters.

He’s managed to live all by himself for all those years and reached a level of independence that others could only dream of. Now it’s shattered. It feels like he’s back to square one because of your choice today. The choice to help a total random stranger.

The older man closes his eyes for a second and sighs deeply. It’s foolish of him to think of such unimportant matters. He’ll just use this to his advantage. He’ll use you, your kindness and everything you have to offer for his own sake. He’ll exploit you like he’s done to many other women before. That’s the way he’s used to treating others.

He’ll indulge your need to help him and try to act nice to satisfy those innocent wishes of yours. Just for his sake and his sake only, he promises himself.

The older man eventually speaks up again after you managed to bandage him up properly, “…Toji.”

You raise your eyebrows. You guess that that’s his name. Your lips curl up into a faint smile, feeling thankful that Toji decided to reveal that little detail about him. You grab his bloodied shirt and put it with the rest of your clothes that you need to wash. Your eyes wander over his exposed upper body for a split second, looking for any other possible injuries, only to find none. You nod in satisfaction as you grab a washcloth and wet it with some water, “that’s a nice name.”

That’s a first. Toji didn’t see the significance of complimenting someone’s name. Everyone has one, it’s not special, so why would you tell him it’s nice? Maybe he just doesn’t understand sentimental stuff like that. He’s not made out for such things. “Hm,” he lets out a small hum in acknowledgement and that’s all you get.

You walk towards him again and brush his bangs to the side. Toji holds himself back from moving away from your touch, but then remembers the decision he made mentally just moments ago. He’ll use that kindness of yours to his advantage until he’s all healed up. Then he’ll leave for good.

You place the cold cloth on his forehead. You know he’ll have a fever throughout the night because of the wound he’s suffered. You’re simply preparing him for that. You grab the painkillers that are scattered around the bed and place them on your nightstand, along with the water bottle. If he needs it, he’ll grab it, you think.

“Ah, sorry,” You snap out of it and realise that you haven’t introduced yourself properly. You might as well, considering you’ll be having Toji as your roommate for a couple days. Or at least you hope he stays that long until he’s all healed up. You continue, “my name is..”

“I already know.” Toji cuts you off before you’re able to reveal your name. You’re dumbfounded for a second. What does he mean by ‘he knows’? You tilt your head in confusion. You try to figure out how he could’ve possibly learnt your name but are unable to make any assumptions.

Toji easily notices your bewilderment. He admits that that could’ve come over as extremely creepy. He looks at the nearby wall and points at the decorations with his chin. You follow his gaze and instantly recognize what he’s staring at. It’s a picture with your friends that you have framed. They gifted it to you some time back and had engraved your name in the frame.

Toji must have cautiously examined his new surroundings whilst you were busy finalizing the treatment for his injury. You understand the need for that. Anyone would be wary in a new environment. “Hehe. Right,” he’s quite observant, you think to yourself.

You look outside of your window and close the tiny gap between your curtains. Even if you’re on the second floor, you don’t want to risk anyone finding out about what you did tonight. It still hasn’t properly processed in your brain; the fact that you have smuggled an alleged killer into your dorm. Maybe it will hit once you sleep and wake up tomorrow.

You look down at Toji with great concern. Even if the wound has been taken care of, you’re unsure if it’s even enough. A doctor would’ve been the safest option. But seeing how great Toji is handling the pain, you guess that it’ll be just fine. You glance at your hands. They have some dried blood on them. You also reek of the rain since you’re still uncomfortably soaked from before.

You decide to go take a shower. Before that, you make sure Toji has everything he needs. You give him a towel to dry himself off and make sure he can reach the first aid kit if needed. You stare at the pile of bloodied and wet clothes in the corner of your room. Both his and yours. You’ll take them to the laundry mat tomorrow.

You avert your attention back to Toji. He’s lying on his back, head turned away to the wall so he wouldn’t have to see you or look you in the eyes. It’s like he’s in his own world. You speak up again, this time a little louder, “are you gonna be alright now?”

Silence again. Toji doesn’t face you and keeps his eyes closed for some peace of mind. He sounds indifferent and distant as he answers you, “who knows.”

The ambiguous answer certainly doesn’t help ease your anxiety. You don’t want the older man to regress back to a state of near unconsciousness again. Despite your wishes, you can’t do much about it. Calling an ambulance or asking for help from others is a big no-no. For you as well, since you’ll be dragged into a big mess if anyone were to find out you gave shelter to a murderer.

“Uhm, all right. I’m gonna take a quick shower.” You announce quietly, not expecting a response. You would’ve preferred it if Toji did respond so you could leave your room for a couple minutes in peace. Without worrying about his condition. You know that you’re annoying him with the constant questions and comments, but you can’t help it. You’re worried. Even if he hates the attention and would love to have as less interaction with you as possible.

“D-Don’t move, ‘kay? I’ll be back.” You add quickly. You take a few steps towards the exit and place your hand on the door handle. Your limbs won’t take another step forward. You’re worried sick that Toji’s going to grab his chance and leave the moment you’re gone. You don’t want him to go. On one hand, it’s selfish of you, but on the other hand, it’s out of consideration for his situation.

You turn your head and glance at his still figure on your bed. His bulky stature nearly took up the entirety of it. You can’t help but ramble about your worries to him, hoping it’d convince him to stay, “If they find you, I’ll get in trouble and god knows what will happen to yo—”

“Just go, woman.” Toji’s deep voice rings through your ears. It’s the second time he’s cut you off. You’re pissing him off, clearly. You immediately zip it and do as told. You decide to put your trust in him and believe that he won’t take the opportunity to leave behind your back.

Without another word, you sneak out of your dorm room, making sure to close your door behind you. You act normal in case anyone walks by and finds your behaviour suspicious. You make a beeline towards the communal showers with your toiletry bag and pyjamas in hand.

Meanwhile, Toji is finally experiencing some real peace. He empties his mind, though cannot seem to get rid of your voice. He still can’t comprehend why somebody would be this worried for him. A college student who’d be at risk of being expelled if found out. You’re taking such great risks for a man like him? He doesn’t understand.

Toji rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands and groans in aggravation, “unbelievable.” Why he’s thinking it through is also something he cannot grasp. The man decides to enjoy the quiet atmosphere for now. He’s still somewhat disheveled from the entire ordeal and if he were to keep his brain running, he’d lose his mind completely. He drapes an arm over his eyes and lies there silently on the soft mattress.

A couple minutes pass. You feel like you’ve taken the quickest shower ever. You avoid as many students as possible while you make your way back to your dorm. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in. You open the door and peek through the crack. It’s pitch dark in the room. The sun had fully set a while back and your curtains cover any light from outside.

You lock your door and step forward carefully. You squint and wait for your vision to accommodate to the darkness. You approach your bed and finally let out that breath you’ve been holding in. He’s still there. Toji’s still where you left him. His chest is slowly moving up and down, his breathing steady as he rests.

You quietly turn on the nightlamp in your room. It casts a faint shadow over Toji’s face. He seems to be asleep. You can’t quite tell for sure since his bicep is nearly covering the entirety of his face, but you judge based on his breathing patterns. You sit on the edge of your bed and feel tired yourself after that eventful evening. You’re sleepy. The adrenaline has worn off and exhausted you to no end.

You glance down at the bandage around his torso. You’d have to change that for him tomorrow. For now, you’re content with the outcome of it all. You shift in your seat, which causes your hand to brush against Toji’s on the bed. You feel the warmth creep up to your head. His veiny hands still had stains of blood on the skin.

Now that Toji’s asleep, he won’t refuse your help. You grab a spare washcloth from your wardrobe and wet it with some water. You carefully lift Toji’s left hand. His palm touches yours and you find yourself enjoying the physical contact. His hand is heavy—bigger and rougher than yours. There are faint scars on his fingers which reminds you of his unknown identity.

All you’ve discovered until now is his name. His background is a mystery, and you have the feeling that it’s going to stay a mystery. You’ve realized by now that Toji does not open up to just anyone. You diligently clean the crimson stains from his left hand and move to do the same for the right one. You’re as careful as you can be, not wanting to wake the injured man from his well-deserved rest.

Once done, you put the washcloth away. You yawn and look at the clock. It’s nearly midnight already. You can’t sleep on your bed since it’s occupied, and it doesn’t fit two people. You look down at the soft carpet below your feet. That’ll have to do.

You grab an available pillow and a spare blanket, setting up your own little sleeping bag on the carpet right next to the bed. You lay down and stare at the ceiling. The ticking of your clock and the occasional sound of traffic outside of the building are the only loud sounds that distract your mind from any turbulent thoughts.

All you want is to sleep. What’ll happen tomorrow or the day after that is a problem for later. You’re safe for now. For today, you can relax. Your door is locked and the man you saved hadn’t left just yet. You feel a strange form of comfort having him with you. Even if he may be a bad person, his presence somehow soothes your tired body and mind. You feel like you’re safe with him. No harm shall come your way tonight.

And with that decisive thought, you close your eyes and give in to the slumber. You turn to lay on your side, facing the frame of your bed. Facing Toji.

You smile and utter your final words for the day, “good night, Toji. Sleep well.”

You drift into the land of dreams and discard your eventful reality. Little did you know that the man on your bed had been wide awake the entire time and is now left unable to sleep. . .

to be continued !

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godhandler · 2 months ago

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14th May, 1996

“Perfect Princes Escort Services! How may I help you this evening?” The receptionist chirped over the landline. “And who am I speaking to?”

You give the commercially cheerful intern your name. “-And, uh, I wanted to book a…”

“... an escort, ma’am? I sure hope so, because this isn’t the number for the cabs. Would you want a tour of the options available or have you chosen your preferred partner?”

“I haven’t, no. But I looked at your brochure-”

“-Excellent, ma’am! Were you interested in Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome? Very gentle, very witty, he’ll give you haircare advice too!” You can guess who he is talking about, Suguru Geto. The brochure listed his price to be one of the highest. You admire the receptionist’s commitment to upselling. “Or perhaps you fancied our resident Prettyboy?” Yup, that’d be Satoru Gojo, a lanky albino with a shit-eating grin. “He’ll take you to sweet-shop dates all over Tokyo! They come as a pair too if you opt for our Deluxe Princes Package.”

“Do you have, uh, someone less fancy? I don’t need excitement, just someone to relax with. And discreet.”

“Ahhh-” Salesman supreme, the receptionist seems to totally empathise with you. “I understand. Please don’t be ashamed. Several of our clients enjoy and highly recommend our state-of-the-art discretion. Might I recommend The Gentleman Caller, Nanami Kento, for our more mature client?”

“No, I believe you misunderstood. Someone who isn't fancy at all. I’m talking about holes in your shirt and unwashed shoes.” You’re getting more confident demanding now. “Someone I can spoil.”

On the other side of Tokyo, Toji Zenin sneezes all over his instant ramen cup. Eh, he shrugs as he slurps it up, it’s my own boogers anyway.

10 minutes from now, he’ll get a message from the receptionist that he’s bagged him the best deal in a while. A pure sugar baby contract. He’ll get your details: rich single woman, turning 29 this year, living alone in your penthouse apartment uptown, pre-paid for 10 sessions. He’ll be set for the whole summer after this job, perhaps he could even take a boat out to Osaka. He’ll whoop in joy looking at his bank account, annoying his neighbours through the peeling plywood walls of his 1BHK.

But for now he just quietly drinks the soup out of his ramen.

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a/n: dividers. series to be released next week in full. also i lied its not fully fluff but i just couldnt give the trauma angst i planned for toji so its as sweet as can come from me.

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viktorsblanket · 10 months ago

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Hi reqesting a headcanon where in another au toji's wife died while giving birt to megumi and so Toji was by himself and had no clue on how to raise a kid so he went to a parenting class where he met male!reader who also his also a single father. Toji starts falling for male!reader

Toji HC’s

Note ~ of course, thank you so much for the request!!

MENTIONS — MaleTeacher!Reader, SFW, Fluff?, mentions of death and struggle, kissing, Toji falls in love with reader, Reader takes care of Megumi, some angst-ish, love confessing.

— After Toji’s wife died he wasn’t really in a good state but he still had to try for the thing she left, their child, Megumi. He didn’t know how to take care of their child and he was completely lost, he’d searched up online if there were any type of learning ways on how to raise a child, there were classes he could attend for people like him. Who were also confused on how to raise a child.

— Toji started attending these parenting classes, at first he was confused but he kind of got the hang of it?..you’d have to help and correct him here and there but that’s what these classes were for, for you to help those who were confused, especially him.

— Toji appreciated your help a lot, he’d even ask if you could give him extra time to figure some things out he wasn’t sure on and you agreed, he was a nice guy and was a caring father trying for his child of course you’d say yes with no hesitation.

— During the times you did extra lessons with him the more you knew about him, and his child. You felt bad for him especially his child. The mother had passed away to birth due to a lot of blood loss, you felt bad for Toji and his child, Megumi. Toji would assure you that it’s okay and he’s grateful he has a helping hand with Megumi and someone who could help him during these hard times.

— Toji was a tough guy to crack, you couldn’t really read his emotions or tell how he was feeling. You both weren’t on that level of trust yet to were he’d tell you everything, Toji needed help with his child that is what he was there for. Not for friends..he didn’t see you as a friend a bad thing though. He just didn’t want to get distracted from the main point at hand, his child’s future.

— Little by little Toji has been picking up what you’ve been teaching him and he was glad he was able to raise Megumi correctly, he would thank you and you were a great help. He’d sometimes gave you a small genuine smile that you rarely see, a different side of him. He really was a sweet guy.

— as weeks, months, and maybe a year went by Megumi was growing up fast, Toji would sometimes come to you for help with Megumi when he was confused on behavior or what to do with Megumi’s change of growth. He’d even tell you that Megumi took his first steps recently and began speaking slowly, you were happy to hear that especially from the lessons you gave Toji you were glad he was putting them to use.

— Time from time Toji would invite you over to his place or even ask you out, as friends of course. He wanted to show his appreciation and also wanted to get closer to you, to be close with someone who helped him through a hard time and is still helping him. Usually he would take you for a bite to eat or a stroll out bringing Megumi, of course you didn’t mind because he was a single father and had no one else to take care of him.

— Toji felt closer to you, trusted you more, he told you how he was feeling more often and was more soft with you. He felt a strange feeling when around you or when talking with you..a good feeling? Like his body was happy and his insides felt fuzzy and warm, he couldn’t help but smile around you. He’d always ask how you are and if you are busy with work so the both of you can make plans, and if you’re free he’d always snatch you up after work. You loved when Megumi came along he was really cute, he even learned how to say your name. It made your heart melt, he was such an adorable kid and Toji was such a good father, you also felt a way towards him but you tried to push those feelings aside, he lost his wife almost a year ago and he was a single father, plus was he even gay? You were sure but didn’t want to push the matter. You were glad the both of you were good friends anyways.

— months go on, you both are still great friends. Toji would still come around to your work place here and there to ask for help or what he should do with/for Megumi. And of course..you were more than happy to help.

— Toji starts to feel something towards you..at first he thought it was just him being comfortable with you but he figured out it was more than that, at first he tried to deny it. He wasn’t gay, he couldn’t be, he has a wife..or well he had one. He feels a romantic feeling towards you and he’s unsure if it’s mutual, he assume it isn’t because he’s just some guy who could barely afford his rent and needs help to take care of a kid. Who’d want a guy like that? Sure he was good looking but he didn’t think he’d even have qualities of a partner. He tried to push those feelings aside and just wanted to remain your friend, he doesn’t want to lose what he has with you already.

— Toji who would always text and call you showing you how Megumi was doing and always made sure to thank you, it really made your day. It was so cute on how good of a father Toji was, he was so sweet towards Megumi honestly so heart warming, you’d reassure him it was no problem and that was what you were there for.

— Toji was usually busy with work to provide for himself and Megumi, but he managed to pull through. Especially thanks to your help, it didn’t help his feelings what so ever, his feelings towards you grew even stronger. He was beginning to love you and he couldn’t control it. To Toji you were such a sweet and cute guy, he’s never felt that way about a man like that before, and he’s never even gave it though..dating a guy? He wasn’t sure anyways. He tried to shove those thoughts away but couldn’t due to the image of you he had in his head. A sweet, caring, loving guy who was great with kids. To him you were also very pretty, very handsome, you made his heart flutter whenever he saw you.

— Toji couldn’t get you out of his mind so he got a sitter for the day and invited you out, he wanted to take a walk and have a talk with you. You happily obliged and were curious to what he wanted to talk about, once the both of you were hanging out he explained to you how he was feeling.

“Hey, sorry for the random call, jus’ wanted to talk to ya’ about sumthin’.” He spoke looking at you, gazing into your eyes before looking away, you told him it was okay and not to worry about it! As the two of you were walking and taking a stroll in the park he confessed..he told you how he was feeling about you and wanted to know how you felt, you looked happy, your eyes where glimmering with happiness as you gave him a warm smile and spoke back to him, “I’ve also felt that way towards you as well, Toji! I did not know you’d feel something like that towards— towards me..it’s honestly quite shocking but I’m really happy.” You hugged him tightly as he hugged you back wrapping his arms around your torso. He smiled before he used his hand to lift up your chin and slowly lean towards you, he kissed you gently and softly. You gasped but got used to it and kissed him back, melting into the kiss as you felt like you were on cloud nine.

— Toji who started dating you after that day happened, he’d cover Megumi’s eyes when you and him would kiss, he’d compliment you, tell you how much he loves you, he’d try his best to spoil you in anyway he can. He’s completely infatuated with you, Inlove, it wasn’t a bad thing because so were you.

— you and Toji moved in together a few months after dating, you would help around with Megumi as he was working, of course you still did you job too you would even bring Megumi to work with you occasionally. You and Toji shared a room, he was sweet to you, he’d help you as much as he could, he’d go on about how much he loves you, protects you, tells you he will always make sure you’re safe and loved when you’re with him

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meiieiri · 11 days ago

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⋆·˚ ༘ *𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 ⋆·˚ ༘ * FEATURED: LITTLE FIREFLIES EVERYWHERE -> 18+, angst, surrogacy au (on hold, series)

the chairman of the gojo group of companies, gojo satoru, is in need of an heir and quick. however, with a wife who is struggling to conceive and his subsequently crumbling marriage, he is forced to explore other options which now comes in the form of his wife's secretary.

heartstrings tied in taffeta -> angst, tragedy-ish you get married to gojo satoru at the edge of a frozen lake in summer.

the north face -> found family, angst in every other universe and lifetime he has yet to lead, megumi will always cherish the painfully brief time he felt the warmth of a proper family and would have gladly referred to himself as the "son of the strongest".

to have and to lose -> angst, canon-ish au suguru geto upped and left that day without a moment's notice and he took everything with him - your heart, your soul - but as you look at the positive pregnancy test in your hand, you realize he did, in fact, leave one thing behind.

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮⋆·˚ ༘ *

little nymph of his heart -> fluff, dad!geto in which suguru meets his newborn daughter.

when she loved me -> fluff, angst, dad!geto in which suguru wakes up from a nightmare and his little light comforts him.

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨⋆·˚ ༘ *

FEATURED: HIDDEN INVENTORY: THE LOST TAPES SERIES

an original ooneshot series depicting your life with toji right after he left the zenin clan.

harmony in the twilight hour -> heavy angst, tragedy, terminally illness so she tells him not to cry over the injustic of a life cut too short. for at the end of all this, she'll only be a dream.

beware of kisses! -> fluff "you really are your mother's son," toji grumbles to megumi as the little brat yet again refuses another kiss from him.

i'll give you my sunshine -> fluff in which toji hears the words "happy birthday" for the first time.

i could be pink, i could be purple! -> 18+, fluff, crack in which toji notices how you color-code your outfit every time you see each other and promptly makes agame out of it in hopes it will cure his gambling addiction.

miso soup -> fluff toji will never forget the first night he spent away from the zenin clan and the day he met you.

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miyukisu · 5 months ago

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All Over Me .ᐟ

❤︎ | Amidst the cruelty of the world, he's your therapy ╰ feat. toji fushiguro x afab! reader

tags - based on Therapy by Khalid, friends with benefits, angst, p*rn with plot, yearning, toxic-ish relationship, both of them have self-destructive habits, drinking, drunk sex, non-jjk au but Toji remains an assassin, soft dom! Toji, sweet & passionate sex, shower sex, creampies, overstimulation, happy ending, mentions of blood and injuries but not from the sex, second chances, praise, p in v

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They say that time heals all wounds. But you've ceased to believe that. The gaping emptiness in your heart has never seemed to fix itself no matter how long you waited.

But there were rare moments when it felt fine—when your heart felt full enough that it could burst. Temporary fix was what it was. But it was better than nothing at all. You found solace in the one person that you shouldn't. But again, it was better than nothing at all.

You watched as he got up and sat by the edge of the bed, preparing to leave. As much as you loved his broad back and the way his muscles rippled every time he moved, you hated to see it like this—as a sign of his impending departure.

"You're leaving?" you ask as if this wasn’t a regular occurrence. But you still ask the same question each time and he answers every time. It's the same thing no matter what; Toji fucks you real good and leaves right after.

He picks up the black shirt that was discarded to the side before the two of you got frisky. Toji easily slid it back on his hulking frame. And maybe it’s because you were fucking with no strings attached that you oddly felt aroused and sad at the same time. The way he dressed up to leave was effortlessly hot—in fact, anything that Toji Fushiguro did, you found it hot. But that never changed the fact that he always would leave you high and dry.

A soft and almost disappointed sigh left his scarred lips. “Yeah. I gotta go,” he replies flatly.

Every inch he takes farther from you—a part of your heart hollows. And recently, you’ve been feeling as if there was a piece of your heart that never felt filled up like it used to. There was always something missing.

It’s not like you didn’t know what it was. You did know and that part is what scared you the most… because you were sure you have fallen in love with Toji Fushiguro. The missing piece that you were secretly craving for was his love—pure, unadulterated love. The same love both of you agreed to never fall into.

But here you were.

Usually when he said he was leaving, that was the end of it. No more words were to be exchanged. But tonight was different.

“I’m not coming back after this,” he adds. He was as straightforward as one can be, yet the thought couldn’t fully sink in to you. No, you didn’t want it to sink in. It had to be fake or you swear you’d die.

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Any logical argument flew right out the window the moment he said he’d never return. “What? What do you mean! Toji? But we were… we were doing okay? Right?” you asked rather desperately. “Right?”

“Do you love me?”

The question was heavy—too fucking heavy for you to handle. But you figured what would happen next lies in how you choose to answer his question. You knew the right answer—the one that would make him stay.

But by God; you cannot find it in yourself to lie to him and especially to yourself. You loved him. That was the fact of the matter, regardless of how hard you try to deny it.

However, soon as you uttered the word "yes" —Toji Fushiguro was out the door and out of your life.

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Toji thought he had made the right decision. All of a sudden, Shiu was dumping so much work on him that he had to work until the late hours of the evening. He wouldn't really have time to visit you anyway. So it all worked out in the end.

But those were thoughts he conjured up to comfort himself. He didn't really believe that he had gone down the right path with you.

Or maybe it was some kind of withdrawal? Perhaps the sex was too fucking good that now he wasn't getting it—he was starting to feel miserable. It was the same as the time he quit drinking or the time he quit gambling.

Then, he wondered when he let go of those things.

"Ah... it was because of her," he thought to himself. He inadvertently became a better person because of the woman he claimed he only slept with.

Toji felt awful for making you feel like it was your fault everything fell apart—when in fact he was the one who fell hard. He was the one who was afraid that his feelings would fuck everything up.

Both of you break rules. Both of you were very very miserable people. And maybe that's why you two go so well together.

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Toji knew he was fucked in the head. He had to be. After all, he did kill people for a living. But also because he was currently walking up to your apartment at 2 in the morning covered in his own blood.

He didn't care if anyone saw him or if you figure out his line of work. All he knew in his head—no, his heart—that he wanted to see you.

The feeling that he had been seeking out for weeks finally filled him to his very bones now that he stood in front of you. He was sure that you'd be asleep, but you answered your door way too fast. Behind you, he can see the glass of whiskey you had been nursing before he came over. It broke his heart a bit that you returned to drinking most likely because of him.

You weren't sure what to feel. On one hand, the man you dreamt of every night of coming back did come back—knocking at your door, asking for forgiveness. But on another, he was fucking covered in blood.

"W-what happened to you?"

"I kill people for a living," he says, not wanting to beat around the bush anymore. "It's mine. Don't worry," he adds, referring to the blood that had dried and painted his body—as if that makes things any better.

Rather than be scared like every other person would be, all your brain did was justify him. The real world was cruel; people like him had to exist. People just live too much of a comfortable life that jobs like these scare them before considering the nuances. Maybe he killed bad people specifically. That was okay, right?

It had to be. You wanted nothing more than to have him again. Every fiber of your body told you so.

Maybe you were fucked in the head too.

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Did it make you a bad person for feeling so good in his arms? With his lips on yours and his hands groping very part of you that he could? Probably. But you could care less.

The warm water of the shower trickled down your entangled bodies. Not much of cleaning was done when the both of you were too busy making out and making up for lost time. Truth be told, it was crazy how both of you just made your way here without much words exchanged.

It was like you just knew—his sins had to be washed away and you had to be in each other's presence again.

"I can't take it anymore," he whispered in your ear. Toji grabbed the flesh of your thigh, lifting your leg up and hooking it around his waist. His aching cock teased your dripping entrance.

Oh, how he missed this feeling.

There was a sense of desperation and need with the way he sunk himself into you so quickly. He sheathed everything right away without a second thought. After not feeling his cock for a few weeks, the abrupt stretch was painfully good.

He had to go faster. He lifted your other leg up, now hooking both around his waist so you hovered in the air. Toji held you up easily by the ass—big calloused hands gripping on your smooth silky skin.

He fucked into you without a care in the world. If anything, all that mattered in the moment was for him to chase that high that he missed. Every hard thrust he gave you earned a new scratch on his back from your nails.

Toji was relentless with how he pounded his cock into your weeping pussy—that all you could do was to hold on to him for dear life. A string of moans and curses left your lips and they went straight to his ears, urging him to go even faster.

You were louder than usual since you were a bit tipsy from the whiskey, but more so because he was fucking you so good. You hoped that the sound of the running water would mask a bit of your noises.

It was like your cunt had memorized the shape, the curve, and every vein of his dick. You were made for each other, more ways than one.

"Fuckkk," he groaned. "You missed this, baby? 'Cuz I sure fucking did."

A breathless moan came out of you rather than a coherent answer. It hasn't even been 15 minutes and you were already out of it. "Hah... yes. Missed this. Missed you."

Toji felt a bit ridiculous how his balls tightened and his cock twitched at your sweet words. It only confirmed his feelings. What he was feeling right now wasn't merely lust, but also love. To show you his sincerity, he made sure to shoot his load deep within you—right where you can feel it.

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He was feeling more generous than usual today. And by that he meant he needs to fill you up even more. Though it was hardly an excuse for him just wanting to wrap his dick with the warmth of your pussy.

The fact that both of you were still wet from the shower became an afterthought as he carried you to bed. It was going to get drenched anyway. Besides, he was starting to feel confined in the small shower space. He had a primal need to bend you over backwards, to fuck you senseless in every way that he possibly could.

"Don't hafta move for me, alright? Lemme take care of you hm?" he gently whispered in your ear. He let you be a pillow princess for the night as a way to atone for his mistake. His pretty lady was about to get nothing else but unsullied pleasure.

He softly bit into your neck before sliding his cock right back where it belonged. Toji felt strange that louder groans were leaving his lips, hence the need to bite your neck, your shoulders, and especially your chest.

His pace never slowed as his lips roamed your upper half. He left marks all over because he thought it would make him feel better—to see the proof that you were all his. He rolled your sensitive nipple between the pads of his fingers, wanting to push you further.

"Keep making those sounds. Fuck. I won't last long if you're like this."

Without warning, he slid out momentarily to flip you over. Your cheek was now pressed against the damp sheet of your bed while he held up your ass in the air. He meant it when he said you didn't have to move at all.

He gripped your waist so tightly that you were sure it would leave marks, but that wouldn't be the first time it happened.

He easily slid his cock right back in, rearing to thrust mindlessly into you again. But before that, he leaned down and pressed gentle kisses on your nape—all the way down to your back. Once he was satisfied, he began to snap his hips against you.

Toji was able to go faster now that you were on the bed. It left you a drooling and moaning mess. He let go of your hips, deciding to plant one hand on the mattress beside your head while the other slithered down to play with your neglected clit.

Toji was a man of many talents, but he was certainly the best at fucking your pussy and toying with your clit at the same time. You don't think any other man could fuck you as good as he does. And you might be right.

For some reason, he too was feeling extra sensitive. Maybe those lonely nights he spent fisting his cock to the memories of you two just weren't enough to satisfy him completely. He wanted this. He needed this.

He leaned down, almost crushing you with his weight as he wrapped his thick arms around your waist. He wanted to feel all of your warmth and inhale your scent while he pounded into you.

"Toji... so good. You fuck me so good."

"Yeah? You think so?" Another groan leaves him. "Pussy takes me in so well... makes me think we're made for each other hm?"

Hearing him say that made your pussy clamp down on him. And you know he felt it with the way he squeezed you even more with his arms. He was totally overwhelming you, but you weren't one to complain.

A small smile crossed his lips once he felt your sweet pussy flutter around him. He missed this feeling too.

"You gonna cum for me now? C'mon let it all out. You deserve it."

And you did while screaming his name. You came so violently that your vision went white and blurry for a moment. Tears rolled down your eyes, overjoyed with the intense orgasm, but more so because of his sweet words.

He hasn't said it yet, but you knew that you felt the same way for each other.

Though he wasn't done yet. He was far from done.

You were still reeling from the mind blowing orgasm he gave you when he peeled your body off of the bed. Toji kept his arms wrapped snugly around your body as made both of you kneel upright on the mattress.

One hand held you by the waist while the other roughly cupped one breast. Now that you've came more than once, he was free to chase his own climax.

He kept fucking into you—wanting nothing else but to cum buckets into your pussy. He couldn't help but bite into your shoulder again, trying to suppress the embarrassing sounds he threatened to spill out.

Your ass was starting to hurt from all the skin slapping against each other and your cunt was overstimulated as ever. He was breaking you, but you loved every second of it.

"I'm so close, ma... Tell me that you love me. Tell me," he commanded.

"I love you... so so much. I love you, Toji."

Shit. He wasn't strong enough to resist that. Ropes of cum filled your cunt. Toji held you down on his dick as if you were going to escape from him. He rode out his high, letting his cock twitch inside you until nothing was left of him.

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Once you realized that you had passed out, a sinking feeling filled your chest. You were scared to be met in an empty and dirtied bed—alone like before.

But you were surprised to feel clean and dry sheets against your skin. But most of all, you were happy to see him beside you, asleep and with the most relaxed expression you've seen on him.

You could sleep soundly again knowing that he would stay for good this time.

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neppttune · 7 months ago

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𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐃 | toji f

𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐃

↳ ⭒—warnings: nsfw, addiction, bit of angst, toxic relationship(ish), reader feels used, size kink, praise, teasing, creampie, reader has female anatomy, babytrapping if u squint, breeding kink, mentions of infidelity

↳ ⭒—synopsis: tojis addiction feeds the toxicity in your relationship

toji who is absolutely in love with your pussy, the pretty flesh on the outside and god- the soft, warm flesh on the inside as well. constant praises of

"ah- y-you feel soo fuckin good doll... keep squeezing me like that i might have to- fuuckkk, make you a mommy... yer fucking sopping,, gettin it all over the sheets too, 's so pretty..."

with clear desperation in his voice at the best feeling in the world.

toji who always kept your sex life interesting when you two would suggest ideas and play around with them, him being the one with many many ideas already thought out about you

toji who leads you to believe that hes whipped, but when it becomes a constant thing to have multiple rounds of sex, even asking at the worst times, is when you ask him if he's serious about your relationship.

toji who has been and always will be all in, even when his fantasies and need of your touch continuously go off in his head. whether its grocery shopping, out on a job, or having a serious conversation with you. its a constant need for the hot pleasure only you can give him.

toji who seems incredibly shallow to your friends when he only ever really wants to have sex, or have his hands on your ass or lower stomach, even trying to justify it while simultaneously ignoring the voice telling him somethings wrong and his compulsive actions aren't normal.

toji who goes to the point of convincing you to have sex in a public restroom at a restaurant or park, because "we have a few minutes, babydoll, cmon"

toji who when you decide you need a break from, due to him destroying the relationship, masturbates until it hurts thinking about you but unable to get off. he even tried chatrooms, pictures, and videos (some of you from his ideas he just needed to try).

toji who you love and ultimately buckle for, in a dramatic moment of crying and explaining your feeling to him. how everything is in-genuine when he suddenly needs to have sex, how everything to consumed by sex, and almost pressuring you into giving him what he wants. all you get to this is a tight hug and

"cmon baby, you know I love you... 's been a week lemme make you feel good, please, 'can make it better"

toji who wonders: does it make me bad?

a/n: finished at 3:56 am LMAOO enjoy

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fruittt-punchhh · 4 months ago

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Pop My Cherry!

this is pt. 8! read the rest of the parts here.

Synopsis: your dad's best friend is none other than Toji Fushiguro, and you can't help but wonder what he could do with his hands.

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader. Shiu is in this one a lil’ more.

Content: Minors Do Not Interact! suggestiveness, afab! reader, fem! reader, dad's best friend! Toji, cursing, angst, etc.

Word Count: 1.7k-ish

Notes: bitches I’m finally back!! Life has been crazy per usual, but I’m back in my writing bag FINALLY. I will say this part is wayyyyyy shorter than the previous parts, but I didn’t know how else to split it up so pls forgive me. However, pt. 9 and future parts are already in the works so the next part will be up before you know it. No freak shit this time (forgive me again pls). Also HUGE thanks to @theobsidianempress for being my brainstorming buddy for this (and future) parts. Enjoyyyyyy🫶🥹🤓

Oh. That was not at all what you thought he would say. He was always so witty and honestly kind of perverted. With what just happened, you assumed he’d have another flirty, nasty quip about your vagina or something.

“What do you mean?” You asked plainly. You felt your heart rate increase, and you had already caught your breath from the activities previously. Why did that small admission make you so… stressed?

He scoffs, “Are you really gonna make me say it again, girl? I like being around you, I guess.” He admits as a small blush covers his nose. If only Shiu could hear him now.

Okay. He said it a little more casually this time. Maybe he’s just trying to be nice since you just fucked and this isn’t some sort of profession of love like you assumed.

“Oh yeah? Well I like hanging out with you too, Toji,” you say, letting out a nervous chuckle as you wipe your sweaty palms on the couch. Your eyes dart around room, looking for your clothes, a blanket, a plastic bag to put over your head, anything. You go to grab a blanket off of the nearby recliner, wrapping it around your shoulders tightly to cover yourself completely.

And Toji can’t help but notice the sudden nervousness, as if something within the room itself shifted. It felt different now. Different in a way he couldn’t explain, but now was not the time to start critically thinking.

His next words were quickly interrupted by a sharp ring of his phone.

Fucking Shiu.

As soon as he presses the green button, Shiu is already rambling loudly into the receiver.

“Like where the fuck are you? With how desperate you are for cash I’d figure you’d be here early bro. This is a big fucking job and I can’t afford for you to fuck it up either!”

Of course he forgot about work. With his head so wrapped up in you, he totally forgot about the rest of his existence. He responds quickly, letting Shiu know he’ll be at the location in twenty.

You felt relieved for some reason. You weren’t great at confrontation and felt it was easier to push your problems under the rug, at least until you’ve had ample time to think things over.

“Y/n, I’m really sorry, I promise I wouldn’t be leaving if I didn’t have work. I totally fucking forgot. I should be back by like, ten or some shit, then we can talk some more, okay?”

“Yeah, sure, just be safe!” You say as he throws on his clothes haphazardly. You go grab his shoes by the door to speed up the process. You knew you needed to be alone right now and his handsome face and pitiful heart eyes wasn’t helping.

There was no hug or kiss when he left, which you felt was best. You two waved bye and he was out the door in a flash.

Now you finally had time to freak out.

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There he was. Sitting in the car, still pissed off apparently. Toji plops in the passenger seat, making the car bounce from his monstrous frame.

“What the fuck took you so long?”

He didn’t have time for questions when he was already like, thirty minutes late to the mission. Shiu actually seemed concerned for once, so he tried his best not to be a total dick.

“Look, I’ll explain later I swear. Can we just get this over with please? I’ve got shit to do.”

Shiu lets out an exasperated sigh before putting the car in gear.

“Let’s get it over with then.”

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You had to calm down. You were probably just reading into things. But Toji, the notorious hard-ass, blunt, rude Toji, has been so considerate of you lately. Affectionate even. Which seems to be unlike him, to you at least. He didn’t grab your tit and say, ‘hey I like you’. He gently placed his hand on your stomach and said it into your eyes, like it was indeed the confession you thought it was.

You couldn’t do this. You start to panic and you felt yourself stand to your feet; it almost felt like something else was controlling your movements. You threw on some clean clothes and started looking for your suitcase.

This was crazy, right? I mean, he didn’t say he loved you. There was no proposal, no scary questions, nothing like that. Just “I’m starting to take a liking to you”. I mean who even says that anyways?

You felt so guilty. Toji, for once, had a look of hope in his eyes before he left. You could tell he felt terrible for leaving on the spot like that, and here you were doing the same thing. But you didn’t feel as terrible as he did, you knew that for a fact.

Yes, you felt bad. Guilty, ashamed, and panicked. But you had to keep reminding yourself it’d be better to get out now than to become attached to someone that’s unavailable for so many reasons. You had to keep telling yourself the bad things you knew about him to feel like you were justified in your decision. The fact that he was an assassin really didn’t help things. You hated to admit it, but that was the only thing you could come up with. Yes, he has been very brash and at times rude, but once he got to know you, the tough guy facade seemed to wash away (almost) entirely. The person revealed to you underneath all the dirt and grime was someone you felt yourself caring for, even in the short time you’ve known him. It doesn’t help that he was insanely attractive and has made you cum more times than you can count over the last few days.

Jesus Christ. This was not helping. You had to focus and get this shit over with before you changed your mind. You had just finished the last of your clothes and go to the bathroom to grab your toiletries.

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Finally, this shit was over with. Toji hops back into the car alongside Shiu.

Shiu reaches into the backseat, grabbing a beach towel and throws it at Toji.

“Dude. I told you to start putting a towel down when you get in here. I still don’t see how you get so fucking messy every time.”

Toji laughs, wiping his hands on the towel before shoving it underneath him to put a barrier between him and the seat.

“What if I like it messy?”

Shiu rolled his eyes fully into his skull.

“Sooooo… you wanna talk now or whatever?” Shiu asked awkwardly, desperate to change the subject. The two didn’t talk personal life very often, opting to keep it to strictly business for no real reason other than the demands of the job leaving them too exhausted for frilly conversation afterwards. However, this was an easy job for once, and Toji seemed all too distracted. So much so, he almost got a little too sloppy with the job before he caught himself slipping up.

“Talk about what?”

“Are you fucking dumb? Why were you late and shit earlier?”

“Ohhhhh. I was with a girl is all, I just forgot about work and got busy with-“

“That’s enough. Spare me the gory details please.” He says quickly before lighting a cigarette.

“Since when do you call women ‘girls’ though? I thought bitch was your preferred term.”

The word struck a cord within him. Sure, he’d call you a bitch from time to time, but only in the bedroom. He doesn’t think he could ever call you something that harsh otherwise. But he also didn’t know how to answer that question.

“I don’t fuckin’ know man. Why do you care?”

“Just curious is all.”

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That was it. Everything was packed. Your dad wouldn’t be home for a while, and it was already 8 o’clock. You couldn’t risk Toji catching you as you left. It was truly now or never.

You start loading everything up in your car, desperate to leave. At this point, you needed to stay focused on yourself and this next semester. Distractions as large as this would only jeopardize your future. You threw your last bag in the trunk and locked up the house.

As you pull out of the driveway, you didn’t look back, literally or figuratively. You had to get out and this was the best time to do it. This was the right decision, it had to be.

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Finally, this shit was over with. Now he could get back to his priority?

Yeah. His priority.

He wanted to be courteous for once, so he shoots you a quick text letting you know he’s on your way back.

‘Hey, y/n, just got done, I’ll be back in twenty. Gotta shower when I get back but after that, I’m all yours,’ he texted, opting out of adding an emoji because he was too old for that shit.

Weird. It said not delivered. He was in a weird part of town though, maybe there’s no service. Or you fell asleep and your phone died? Who knows.

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He arrived and to your surprise, your car is gone. He tries not to sweat it as he walks up onto the porch. The door was locked, which was also strange. He goes around back to grab the spare and unlocks the door.

“Y/n?” He calls, eagerly needing to hear your voice again. But there was no answer. The house was dead silent. The lights were off.

He flips the kitchen switch on quickly before storming into the living room, turning on the light there as well.

It was all gone. Your clothes, your phone, your everything. He rushes down the hallway to your room and nearly falls through the door in an attempt to open it so quickly. Holy shit. There was literally nothing left. It looked how it did before you showed up. Clean and much too undisturbed.

He gives you a call, and it immediately goes to voicemail. He started to worry. He felt it was unlike you to up and leave so suddenly, especially without a note or a text message.

He had to call your dad. With sweaty fingers, he dials the number by heart, not having the time to scroll through his contacts.

“Hey man, what’s-”

“Hey, I just got home and y/n is gone, have you heard anything?” He all but yelled, trying his best to remain calm.

“Oh yeah, everything’s good. She texted and said she had to go back to campus for early move in or something. You okay?”

There was a moment of silence.

“Uh, yeah, e-everything’s fine. Just making sure nothing happened, thanks,” he says before he’s hanging up the phone.

What the fuck?

@theobsidianempress @scorpiosugar @voloslobotomyservice @lostsoul526 @shhreya @placxdbaby @iminurwallsgege @slvttyplum @bluejayreadsanddreams

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nanaminxs · 2 months ago

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JUJUSTU KAISEN.

SUGURU GETO.

ᵔᴥᵔ FWB w/ Suguru Geto (smut)

SATORU GOJO.

ᵔᴥᵔ First time. (smut) (suguru and Satoru)

NANAMI KENTO.

ᵔᴥᵔ Brand new watch? (smut)

Toge Inumaki (coming soon)

Toji Fushiguro (coming soon)

Ryomen Sukuna (coming soon)

Shiu Kong (coming soon)

Yuji Itadori (coming soon)

Megumi Fushiguro (coming soon)

Takuma Ino (coming soon)

HIROMI HIGURUMA.

ᵔᴥᵔ Head under his desk. (smut)

DC.

PICK AND CHOOSE.

ᵔᴥᵔ "Was I too rough?" (fluff ish)

ᵔᴥᵔ Doggy? Pass. Cowgirl! (smut) (Jay and Dick)

BRUCE WAYNE.

ᵔᴥᵔ Bruce Wayne is Putty in Your Arms. (fluff)

ᵔᴥᵔ Newly wed!Bruce Wayne

JASON TODD.

ᵔᴥᵔ Sweater Weather (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Doggy Style With JT (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Silent Nights (fluff)

ᵔᴥᵔ "You're not alone, you never have to be." (angst)

ᵔᴥᵔ Oh, Roy's here too. (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Blue Collar Jason Todd (fluff)

ᵔᴥᵔ "Do it again." (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ "I love you. Always have, always will." (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ FWB w/ Jason Todd (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Pussy eating god (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Head over heels smh (fluff)

ᵔᴥᵔ He's your top donator (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ "I'm about to fuck you like I could care less." (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ You're dense. (fluff)

ᵔᴥᵔ AK Jasons favorite position? Doggy. (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Can't be rough with his favorite girl. (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ jasons first time with you. (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Making you watch. (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ The Arkham Knight. (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Ex boyfriend!Jason Todd (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Knight!Jason Todd (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔNerd!Jason Todd (coming soon)

DICK GRAYSON.

ᵔᴥᵔ "Lemme take care of you." (smut)

ᵔᴥᵔ Certified Ass Grabber (fluff)

ᵔᴥᵔ Prince!Dick Grayson (coming soon)

ᵔᴥᵔ Nerd!Dick Grayson (coming soon)

Duke Thomas (coming soon)

Cassandra Cain (coming soon)

Tim Drake (coming soon)

Barbra Gordon (coming soon)

Damian Wayne (coming soon)

Stephanie Brown (coming soon)

DANDANDAN.

Ken Tak- Okarun (coming soon)

Jin Enjoji (coming soon)

Momo Ayase (coming soon)

Seiko Ayase (coming soon)

Aira Shiratori (coming soon)

ARCANE.

Vi (coming soon)

Jinx (coming soon)

Ekko (coming soon)

Jayce "jaybe or jaybe not?" (coming soon)

Viktor "nation how we feeling?" (coming soon)

Vander (coming soon)

Mel (coming soon)

Sevika (coming soon)

COD.

SIMON RILEY

ᵔᴥᵔ Sundress (smut)

John Price (coming soon)

John Mctavish (coming soon)

Keegan P. Russ (coming soon)

Kyle Garrick (coming soon)

MORE TO COME.

MARVEL COMICS.

Peter Parker (coming soon)

Tony Stark (coming soon)

James "Bucky" Barnes (coming soon)

Steve Rogers (coming soon)

Shuri Udaku (coming soon)

Bruce Banner (coming soon)

Clint Barton (coming soon)

Maximoff siblings (coming soon)

Thor (coming soon)

Wade Wilson (coming soon)

Natasha Romanoff (coming soon)

AND MORE.

𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚 .𝑪𝑨𝑭𝑬𝑲𝑰𝑻𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑬

#.MASTERLIST #.nanaminxs

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mindless-existence1 · 3 months ago

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Jujutsu Kaisen

~My Jjk Masterlist~

My Main Masterlist

☆- Smut

♡- Fluff

◇- Suggestive

I don't write angst

Fics:

Gojo x reader- First Date ♡

Gojo x reader- Taking his V Card ☆

Gojo x reader- Perv Roomate Gojo ☆

Gojo x reader- No Nut November ☆

Short Fics:

Gojo x reader- Imagine SubGojo☆

Gojo is a thigh guy ☆♡

Calling Gojo by his last name while yall are dating ♡

Gojo spoiling his girl headcannons ♡

Gojo Sexy Drabbles ☆

Fics:

Sub Yuji x reader imagines☆

Yuji x reader- Ruined Orgasms ☆

Drabbles:

Yuji x reader- cockwarming ☆

Yuji x Reader- He's clingy (in a good way) ♡

Short(ish) fics:

Sub Megumi x reader headcanons☆

Megumi's love language is gift giving ♡

College Au Sukuna getting jealous ◇

Sukuna x reader- Sukuna getting his shit rocked by praise ☆

Sukuna x reader- Continuation of ^^^ Sukuna getting good head for the first time ☆

~Others~

Playing with Suguru's hair ♡

Toji x reader Aladin Au ☆

Toji Sexy Drabbles ☆

Toji x reader- Belly bulge ☆

Toji x reader- Roomate catches you ☆

Nanami, Toji, and Sukuna headcannons◇♡

Nanami, Toji, Geto, and Gojo headcannons ♡☆

Nanami Sexy Drabbles☆

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #Gojo x reader #Megumi x reader #Yuji x reader #Suguru x reader #Sukuna x reader #Jjk x reader #Jujutsu kaisen x reader #Jjk fluff #Jjk smut #Gojo x reader smut #Gojo x reader fluff #Yuji x reader fluff #sukuna x you

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sttoru · 1 year ago

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 '𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒, CHAPTER I: you finish your last lecture of the day and head to get dinner before returning to your dormitories. you stumble upon an injured figure on your way home, laying in a dimly lit alley. despite the fear in your heart, you decide to reach out towards the unknown man in need of help.

wc. 3.7k

tags. assassin!toji x female reader. sfw; fluff-ish, angst. reader's best friend oc appearance (yona). mentions of murder, blood, knives, anxiety. general warnings for all parts of the series: size difference. age gap (reader early 20's, toji early 30's).

ten seconds. you shut down your laptop and close it. nine seconds. you put your laptop in your tote bag. eight seconds. you close your books and do the same. seven seconds. you put your coat on. six seconds. you check your phone for any messages.

five seconds. you’re thinking about what to eat once you arrive home. four seconds. you decide on a pack of noodles. three seconds. you realise that you’ve ran out of them. two seconds. you make up your mind to go to your local supermarket. one second. you stand up from your seat.

“..that’s all, students. have a nice day and i’ll see you at our next lecture.”

a sigh of relief escapes your lips. you’re finally freed from the shackles of your statistics class. not like you’ve paid much attention to what your professor had been yapping about anyway. it was too boring. the daydreaming you did about your potential future boyfriend and all the cheesy romantic stuff you’d do together was all the more important.

“earth to my best friend,” your friend’s voice snaps you back into reality. you look to your side and find yourself apologising for not hearing her the first time. yona chuckles and waves her hand dismissively.

“i asked if you had any plans after the lecture,” she continues whilst scrolling through her phone. you take a peek at her screen and notice that she’s already looking up available restaurants in the area.

you’re grateful that she’s looking out for you in her own way, but you’ve already made up your mind. a pack of your favorite ramen noodles will fill you for tonight. you’re low on cash this month anyway. a fancy restaurant would have you surviving on water for the rest of the week.

“ah, i actually do. gotta go grocery shopping ‘n stuff,” you pout apologetically before buttoning up your coat. yona nods in understanding, knowing the struggles of being a college student.

“aww, all right. we’ll go next time then,” she replies with a smile.

you walk out of the building with your friend by your side, chatting about how boring the lecture was. of course, you also learn all about the recent gossip around campus. yona is practically your plug for that.

“did you hear about that one girl that allowed her boyfriend to stay with her in her dorm room for a whole month and then got snitched on by her roommate?” yona snickers, not caring if anyone around you could hear the gossip.

you raise an eyebrow in surprise. your university has strict rules about guests staying over in the dormitories. they can spend a day or two, but you’d have to sign them in. plus the resident assistants usually check the rooms for any unusual activity every other week.

to hear someone had gotten away for a whole month is quite a surprise.

“he could’ve stayed for longer if it wasn’t for the roommate snitching,” yona continues and rolls her eyes. she takes a quick snack from her bag and bites into it.

you shake your head and shrug, making sure you don’t trip and fall down the stairs whilst you’re talking, “guess the roommate got enough of the random man in their room. i mean—they pay for that room as well. not like the girl is the only one living there.”

yona nods and turns a right. you follow, your eyes scanning the busy hallways. some students are rushing between the crowd to catch their train and others are making their way to their next two hour lecture. those poor souls.

“mhm. i wouldn’t wanna live with a man i don’t know either,” yona eventually adds after swallowing the last bite of her snack, “let alone for a whole month.”

she throws the wrapper in a nearby garbage can—which is overly full already. talk about a ‘hygienic’ school.

“right,” you shiver as the thought gets put into your head. a random man living with you. . . sounds like a nightmare. you’ve heard enough stories about how dirty they can be. in both the physical and mental aspects.

after some walking - and getting annoyed by random people who block your way due to how slow they’re moving - you reach the exit of the building. yona stretches her arms and grabs her phone before turning to you.

“anyway, see you later, hun!” she enthusiastically gives you a hug. you return the affectionate gesture with a gentle smile, rubbing her back. you exchange your last words before both going your own ways.

music plays in your ears as you walk down the street. the wind blows against your face. it’s a cold day. you wouldn’t be surprised if it were to rain in a bit.

‘gotta be fast’, you think. you are not carrying an umbrella with you, so you’d have to hurry back with your groceries. your legs pick up their pace and pass all traffic as fast as they can.

it takes you quite a while to get to your destination. that’s the drawback of living in such a packed city like tokyo. there is no way to move, especially in the evening, when everyone is returning home.

you reach a crosswalk and wait for the light to turn blue. whilst you’re waiting next to a bunch of people, your eyes wander across the scenery. from the huge billboards to your right to the multiple cars to your left.

your gaze stops at one specific billboard. it’s playing some of the latest news. a recent incident had taken place just a few kilometres north from your university. three people had been found cruelly murdered in their apartments.

the definite cause of their deaths is still unknown. there wasn’t any sign of a forced entry, even when reports say that all three victims had been killed in the same way.

they speculate that the person involved must have been quite skilled—someone who’s done this multiple times before. there are absolutely zero traces of them left neither. the only reason they’re able to conclude that it is indeed a homicide, are the similar wounds left on the victims’ bodies.

another comment from the investigation team shows that there might be a survivor who’s escaped the cold blooded killer. that person is now considered missing.

the police are still thoroughly investigating the matter; that’s all you get to know before the news reporter moves on to the next subject.

you look down at your shoes. such scary stuff does make you afraid. you’re living on your own after all. you’d be less scared if you had a roommate, but you currently don’t.

some call you lucky for that since it’s a rare occurrence, yet you still wish you had someone living with you. that would make walking back home at night less stressful.

the increase of footsteps around you makes you realise that the light turned blue—a sign for you to cross the street. you eventually reach the other side. you tilt your head back, anxiously staring at the sky.

‘please don’t, please don’t, please don’t,’ you chant in your head. like the weather is going to listen to your desperate pleas. you rush inside of the supermarket.

you’ve been here often enough to know which products are in what aisle. you scurry over to the ramen, grabbing two packs. you get a few snacks along the way. unhealthy crap, that’s what you’re surviving on.

you stand in line at the cashier. you tap your shoe and bite your lip, your gaze fixated on the sky outside. you beg god to give you just a few more minutes. a few more minutes of drought.

you check your phone and go through your recent notifications to kill time. you swipe left on almost all of them—none being time sensitive or urgent anyway.

you greet the cashier politely once it’s your turn and allow him to scan your products for you. you await for him to announce your total before handing him your debit card. your eyes flicker over to the television hanging right behind the cashier’s head.

that gruesome news again. twice in a row. you shiver and try not to think about it. your mind is already overthinking the entire thing; what if you’re next?

well, that should be the least of your worries. you grab the plastic bag and walk to the exit of the supermarket, taking a deep breath. what you actually should be worried about is getting home dry.

“just my luck,” you mutter under your breath. your prayers are left unanswered as the first few drops of rain fall on your head. you kiss your teeth in annoyance.

you can’t help but silently agree as a couple walks past you, complaining about the sudden change of weather. you watch as a few more people rush past you with their bags above their head.

looking at the bright side of things, you won’t be the only one who’s running home with a bag as a shield against the rain and wind.

you take a deep breath again and mentally prepare yourself for the quick journey you’re going to make. you look to the left and then the right. when the coast is clear, you dash into the direction of your dormitory.

the rain is not letting up. you rush past a few people, those carrying umbrellas walking the slowest of them all. ‘damn them’, you think, ‘they have it the easiest right now.’

you turn a corner and nearly bump into a woman. you politely apologise before continuing your little run home. damp droplets run down your forehead. the rain is already starting to block your vision.

you tightly hug your tote bag to your chest with one arm. the last thing you want is for your laptop to get water damage. you’ve wasted tons of money on that thing to help you get through college.

you look down at the plastic bag with your food. that’ll survive. at least you think it will.

you squint. the rain is only getting worse and thus your blurry vision will as well. you try blinking the water away, but end up making it worse for yourself.

great.

your shoes are going through it. the deep puddles you’ve run through leave the material moist and you can already feel the droplets seep into your socks.

greaaat.

you turn a left. this narrow street is one you hate to be near when it’s dark. it’s a fast shortcut, but also a scary one since it’s isolated from the bustling main streets.

you think back to the cruel news you’ve heard earlier. scary images flash through your mind. your heart races a thousand miles per hour. you once again make up a doom scenario that could possibly happen.

what if the killer on the run is going after you next?

it doesn’t make sense, logically, but everything is possible now that your anxiety has overtaken your rational thoughts. you have no connections to those victims and yet you think you’re next.

you are next.

you whimper out of fear. it feels like the walls of this narrow street are closing up on you the faster you run. you look over your shoulder, excepting someone to be there—following you.

no one is there. you turn your head again and run as fast as you can. if only you had someone with you. someone who’d console you and tell you that there’s nothing to be afraid of.

that’s the worst thing about the entire situation: nobody seems to pass by this backstreet. the only things that could possibly give you any sense of comfort are the random boxes and trash laying around.

time seems to slow down once you see the end of the backstreet. there’d actually be people once you make it through. you gulp and give yourself the motivation to get over there without scaring yourself any further.

the shadows looming over you due to the lack of lightning in this alleyway creep you out. the entire atmosphere is eerie—like something or someone can jump out of those shadows and grab you by the ankles. drag you into the darkness and finish you off there.

you want to return to those vibrant lights you know so bad. you do.

your eyes are so intensely focused on the end of the streets to the point that you forget your surroundings. it’s already too late to realise that you’re tripping over something. you process that you’ve lost your balance when you’re already mid-fall.

your body lands on the wet ground with a loud thud. luckily enough, your hands touched the concrete first, softening the fall for your head. you grunt and groan; it still hurt.

your ears pick up on the sound of running water. your head lays right next to a broken pipe that’s leaking water onto the pavement. cold droplets fall in a rushed rhythm.

“ah, fuck.”

your eyes widen. the sound of a man behind you sends a shiver down your spine. is that why you tripped? did he make you trip?

‘i’m so done,’ you conclude quietly. it’s probably the killer you’ve heard about—the one who’s coming for you next. just like you had thought.

you shut your eyes tightly, awaiting the strike that would finish you. like the wounds that had finished the other victims. though, it never comes. the stabbing doesn’t happen.

the only thing you can pick up on is heavy breathing. low grunts, barely audible. the sound of cloth ripping. a man mumbling under his breath.

you sit up on your knees and look over your shoulder. slowly, little by little.

the revealed sight is like a dream. or a nightmare. you don’t know which it is. perhaps a mixture of both.

all you know is that this is the last thing you expected to see. the last thing you expected to experience today. you feel your heart drop and you freeze in place.

you’ve seen your own fair share of blood, but this is simply too much. it’s like time has stopped for you. like time has stopped inside of this backstreet.

the world outside of this alleyway continues moving. the people keep walking, chatting and living their lives. the rain keeps falling. as if nothing is occurring at the moment.

as if there is no bloodied man on the dirty ground, leaning against the wall, with crimson stained hands clutching his abdomen. his wet bangs cover his eyes which makes his identity even more mysterious.

you probably tripped over his leg that’s stretched out in front of him; also bloody. you feel bad for not noticing him earlier. your own selfish desires to get out of this alley caused you to overlook a person in need of urgent aid.

you don’t think twice before reaching out towards him. it’s like your body moves on its own command—not waiting for your brain to figure out what to do.

“oh my god,” you’re shaking badly, but your body crawls closer to the injured figure. you don’t think twice. something you have always taught yourself to do before diving into unfamiliar situations.

not right now, however. you don’t hesitate to check up on the stranger. if you didn’t see his chest moving with each shaky breath, you’d have concluded that he’s dead.

“s-sir?” you panic. what do you do? you’ve never landed in such a predicament before. you look to your left and then to your right. no one to help you nor the bloodied man.

he doesn’t reply to your voice. that further worsens your anxiety. your eyes wander down towards the man’s abdomen. the wound was deep and painful, that much you can tell from the way he’s holding tightly onto it.

a bullet wound? you’re not sure.

right—the piece of cloth he’s keeping against the wound. that’s what you do to try and stop the bleeding. the warm red liquid stains the man’s baggy pants. his black shirt is nearly ripped to shreds, the material hanging on by a thread. literally.

“uhm, uh,” you look around and spot your bag on the floor. in a puddle. you pray that your laptop has made it. you don’t recall having anything with you that could help treat wounds.

you gulp and hastily take off your scarf. you carefully kneel in front of the half-conscious man. his head is held low. you don’t know if he can even hear you.

you reach your hand out towards him, aiming for his own bloody hands that hold onto his abdomen. you cringe due to the sight, but try your best to be of assistance.

the man hisses the moment you touch the his hand. your fingers stop mid-air, not wanting to touch him if he didn’t want to.

what am i thinking?

now is not the time for that. he’s bleeding out and you have this urge to get him to safety as soon as possible. even if you’re internally panicking because of the huge responsibility that fate has suddenly assigned you.

“i’ll call an ambulance. please hold on,” you try to be reassuring, however your choked up voice betrays your true feelings. you change the old cloth with your scarf, pressing it tightly against his injury.

you fish out your phone from your pocket using your other hand. the rain makes it hard to do anything. your screen is wet, your vision blurry. you type in the first number of the emergency services.

suddenly, a bigger hand swats yours, causing your phone to go flying to the other side of the street. you watch with wide eyes as your cellphone comes to a stop right next to a big puddle of rain.

you whip your head to the direction of the injured figure in front of you. the man tries to lifts his head, slowly, so he could look you in the eye. your heart stammers in your chest.

“sir, you’re bleeding out, you need to—“

“i don’t need anythin’.”

you don’t dare to move nor let out a single breath. you can feel the tip of a sharp blade rest under your chin—nearly penetrating the flesh. one wrong move and you will lose your life.

the man had moved too fast for you to even process. you don’t know how you even ended like this. with a bloody knife to your throat and an unknown man’s face right up against yours.

“leave,” the stranger demands. you know he’s not to be messed with, even in his weakened state, “i don’t need y’r help.”

his voice sounds rough. deep and raspy. it shakes you to your core—makes you listen to what he has to say. it’s hypnotising. a gust of wind blows over the both of you.

his bangs move and your gaze finally meets his. the background noises fade for a split second. your entire focus is on those beautiful emerald orbs staring into your own eyes. they’re gorgeous.

they're gorgeous; even if they lack that sparkle of life. his eyes tell stories—the rough journeys this man probably had to endure throughout the years. you’ve never seen such a sight. it tugs at your heartstring and urges you to help him.

you don’t know where these feelings came from, but amidst your anxiety, there’s an underlying desire to take care of him.

you shake your head, showing your unexpected defiance. you’re playing with fire. you know that all too well and yet you don’t care.

“no. i won’t leave,” your breath hitches. you notice the dangerous glint in the man’s eyes. he looks like he’s going to lose consciousness any second now. though his grip on the knife tells another story, “i won’t leave you alone. not like this.”

the injured stranger grunts in annoyance, but also in pain. your persistence makes him want to shove you to the side. to leave this place already and find a way out on his own. he doesn’t want your help.

he may actually need it, but he does not want to accept it.

despite those thoughts, he’s too weak. way too weak. he doesn’t like being weak. feeling weak is not his thing. vulnerability doesn’t suit him.

“you have a fuckin’ death wish,” the man scoffs. he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold onto consciousness, but that is the last thing he cares about. he wants you gone. out of sight.

you stay in place. even through his chilling death threats. you can feel the blade start to invade the first layer of your skin. it hurts already. normally, you would’ve run. you want to. your mind tells you to get the hell out, but your heart and body yells at you to stay.

“i’ll give ya three seconds,” the stranger continues. he’s close. so close that you can feel his hot breath against your freezing cheeks. it’s intimidating, however not enough to scare you away.

the tighter your grip on the scarf against his abdomen, the tighter his grip on the handle of the knife. time will tell who’ll win this battle.

“three.”

the countdown starts. you swallow your own spit. the rain has you completely drenched. you catch a glimpse of the puddle underneath you both. the colour of it a light red as the man’s blood flows and mixes with the clear water.

“two.”

his voice is quieter than before. he’s losing his strength, but is stubborn enough to firmly keep the knife below your chin. you’re sure that your own blood is already trickling down the shiny metal.

the man’s lips part to announce the last number. your last chance. your final opportunity to escape and act like you have never seen him. you can go back to your normal life—continue living in your own world. the one you are familiar with.

one without this unknown man. this man with an aura of a cold hearted killer.

you fingers curl tightly against the scarf pressed against his wound. you refuse to let up. even if it means your own death. your eyes close—cold damp droplets roll down your cheeks. you don’t know if they’re your tears or if it’s just the pouring rain.

you hear a low, frustrated groan. he sounds so close yet so far from you. you can feel the man’s arm move to adjust his grip. probably to try and flawlessly puncture your jaw.

if only you accepted to eat out with your friend. if only you turned around and went back to your dorm the moment you knew it was going to rain. if only you didn’t take this shortcut today.

if only your fates hadn’t clashed.

“one.”

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

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lozchi · 7 months ago

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KNOCKDOWN Chapter 3

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Pairing(s):Sukuna x F!Reader, Modern AU

Themes: Suggestive content, profanity, mild violence, slow burn, childhood friends to lovers, OOC, fluff, angst(ish),

A/N:i want to edge all of you | Poll in my blog! Go answer haiyaa…

Chapter 3: 4,341 words

Toji strode with you backstage, leading you through the maze of corridors until you reach a quieter area. He grabbed a stool and placed it in front of you.

“He’s gonna take a bit. Though, post-match interviews usually don’t last long with him.” he chuckles.

You sat down nervously. The gratitude you felt for Toji and his child was immense; without them, you wouldn't have known what Sukuna was up to all this time.

"Can I have your name?" you asked, curiosity getting the better of you.

"Toji Fushiguro," he replied, a hint of pride in his voice as he shook your hand. "I've been training Sukuna ever since I left the military. What's your name?"

You introduced yourself, and Toji smiled, the expression warm and knowing. Sukuna had never mentioned you to Toji, but it was clear you held a special place in Sukuna's heart. There was no way Sukuna would leave a framed picture of someone in his home if they weren't important.

"I can tell he's missed you."

"I sure hope he did." you replied, your voice soft. "I've missed him too."

You sit there, heart racing as you wait for the moment you’ve been longing for, hoping that this reunion would be everything you’d dreamed it would be.

Toji was partly right. Sukuna didn’t take long because all his responses to the interview questions were half-assed. Still, interviewers swarmed like ants, and there were more comments and questions than usual.

"Thoughts after the fight? I win, so I reign."

"What made me want to switch weight classes? Well, I wanted to, I suppose."

"This is different from my other fights because I'm fighting a different person."

Needless to say, the reporters weren't satisfied and they guess they never will be.

Sukuna scanned the crowd, searching for you, but you were no longer there. Some people had left, and staff were cleaning the place up. However, he spotted the same people you had sat with earlier—your friends, he assumed. He figured they might have answers, so he approached them.

Haibara and Shoko were chattering to themselves, discussing the intensity of the fight and then shifting to how cruel their professors were.

"The feints were so unpredictable, I didn't see any of them coming." Haibara muttered.

"Yeah, like how our prof tells us to study for a specific topic and add a completely new one on the actual exam, what a ruthless old jerk."

Sukuna towered over them, he figured you guys were friends, so he thought to at least show some manners. "Hello, you guys acquainted with—"

Haibara cut him off, unable to contain his excitement. "Yes, we are! She headed backstage with Coach Fushiguro."

Sukuna nodded. "I see, thank you." he said, and without another word, he rushed to go find you.

You expected to see Sukuna as soon as you saw fluffy pink hair, but you were mistaken. A kid emerged from the bathroom, holding what appeared to be a Nintendo Switch.

“Yuuji?!?” you exclaimed, recognizing the boy who had grown so much since the last time you saw him. You recalled the times where you played with Yuuji as a toddler while Sukuna worked on his part of a project.

Yuuji’s eyes lit up with pleasant surprise, and he ran to hug you. “I miss you!” he exclaimed, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

“You’ve grown so much!” you marveled, holding him close. “And you’re still as lively as ever. I'm glad you still remember me.”

Yuuji beamed up at you, his eyes sparkling with the same infectious energy you remembered. “I’m so happy to see you!” he said, his excitement evident.

To be frank, Sukuna was quite irritated by the fact Yuuji reunited with you before he did–jealous, even.

“I see you’ve reunited with this annoying brat.” Sukuna said, withholding a smirk as he approached.

You looked up, and there he was. “Ugh, my day just got ruined.” you joked, playfully throwing a punch at him.

“Shut up. Don’t deny the fact that you missed—” Before he could finish, you captured him in an embrace.

He was momentarily stunned. “—me...”

His initial surprise quickly melted into a deep sense of longing.

You felt awkward, your face pressed against his chest. It didn’t bother you a bit that he was sweaty and bloody after the fight, but he hesitated to return the hug.

You felt his body tense slightly before he melted into the hug, his arms wrapping around you with a firm, almost desperate grip. The contact was electrifying, his warmth seeping through the sweat and grime from the fight. It had been so long since you’d felt this close to him, and it felt as though the world had slipped away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of shared history and affection.

Sukuna held onto you tightly as if he was afraid of letting you go, his breath hitching slightly against your shoulder. You could sense the raw, unspoken emotion in his hold— profound dread of being parted from you once more. He pulled you closer, his grip tight, as if trying to erase the years of distance and disconnection between you. His heart pounded steadily against your chest, a rhythm of relief and longing.

For you, the feeling was equally overwhelming. You missed this closeness— the bickering, the physical contact, the warmth of his body, the sense of familiarity and safety that only he could provide. Your face pressed against his chest, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breath.

As you looked up at him, you could see the mixture of emotions in his eyes—relief, happiness, and an unspoken plea for this moment to last forever. It was a fleeting glimpse of the connection that had always been there, buried beneath the surface.

“Congrats on the win, you big dope.” you said, looking up at him. “I’ll patch you up, just like old times.”

“Just like old times.” he huffed, a smile breaking through his irritation. “I’d like that.”

“Now kiss!” Yuuji teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“EW, NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT.” You and Sukuna both complained in unison, recoiling from each other as if stung.

“Brat, just how disgusting can you get?” Sukuna added, glaring playfully at Yuuji.

You rolled your eyes, brushing off the embarrassment. “Seriously, Yuuji? What are you, five?”

Yuuji grinned, clearly enjoying the chaos he’d caused. “I’m eight, actually.”

Sukuna ruffled Yuuji’s hair, his expression softening despite his irritation. “Don’t get any ideas, kid. We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, super annoying friends. Especially Ryo.” you added, smirking up at Sukuna.

“Annoying, huh? You're the only annoying one here.” Sukuna’s eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Alright, maybe I am, now let me help you." you offered Sukuna, gently guiding him toward a more secluded area where you could tend to his injuries. He hummed in response, a low, appreciative sound that resonated through the still air.

Toji smirked as you and Sukuna headed to a more secluded area. He leaned down to whisper something in Yuuji’s ear. "Yuuji, I have a favor for you."

Yuuji’s eyes lit up. He agreed happily, keeping the secret for now.

Once alone with Sukuna, you began to gather the necessary supplies to tend to his wounds. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustling of bandages and the occasional clink of medical tools. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words, the air thick with the tension between you.

“You know, I’m a pro fighter now.” he teased, his voice dripping with mischief. “So I’m at least expecting a pro medic to help me out.”

You pouted playfully, dabbing antiseptic on a nasty cut. “I’m a med student. Isn’t that enough?”

Sukuna was taken aback for a moment. “A med student, huh? That actually suits you. You were always tending to my wounds after fights back then. Guess it’s not much different now.”

You smiled, touched by his words. “Yeah, I suppose it’s not. Though I hope you’ve learned to avoid getting into so many fights.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich. “I’m a fighter, remember? It’s kind of my job now. I even got myself an assistant, see them there?”

You rolled your eyes affectionately, wrapping a bandage around his hand. “Still, you could be a little more careful. I’d hate to see you get seriously hurt.”

This conversation felt like Deja vu.

"Don't worry, I knit during my free time."

"NO."

"I'm kidding, woman. Gosh, gullible as always." he chuckled, shaking his head. "But I cook."

"You can actually cook now?" you asked, coming off a bit condescending unintentionally.

"Well, duh, what do you take me for?" Sukuna shot back, a smirk playing on his lips. You were pleasantly surprised.

The both of you sat in silence for a moment.

"You were always good at patching me up after."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "I guess old habits die hard." you replied, carefully cleaning a cut on his cheek.

As you worked, Sukuna watched you intently. "You know," he said softly, "I never thought I'd see you again."

You met his gaze, your hands pausing for a moment. "Well, I'm just glad we're back in business again. You kicking ass and me making sure yours doesn't get kicked. It's been too long, I don't intend to part from you again."

Sukuna leaned in closer, and he reached out to gently touch your cheek, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Then let’s make sure we never do.”

You finished tending to his wounds, and he looked at you with a soft smile. "Thanks." he said, his voice carrying a depth of gratitude and affection.

You nodded, feeling a lump in your throat. "Anytime, Ryo."

When you finished patching Sukuna up, he stood and stretched, wincing slightly but looking much better. "Now, how about I take you out and grab some food? My assistant reserved a place"

You smiled, feeling a flutter of excitement. "That sounds great. But what about my friends? I feel a bit guilty for leaving them."

Sukuna nodded. "They can come too after I get cleaned up and changed. What about you, Toji?"

Toji approached the two of you, smiling warmly. “I’d love to join, but I’ve been longing to see Megumi and my wife. I should head home.”

“Of course, Toji,” you said, grateful for everything he’d done. “Thank you for everything.”

Toji nodded and patted Sukuna on the back. “Take care, Sukuna. And you,” he turned to you, “don’t be a stranger. Visit us sometime.”

As you headed back to find Shoko and Haibara, Sukuna made a point to thank Toji. “Thanks for everything, Toji. See you soon.”

You both made your way back to where Shoko and Haibara were waiting. Toji, with a knowing smirk, said his goodbyes and headed off, eager to reunite with his family. Sukuna turned to Haibara. "You guys can follow us in your car. She'll ride with me."

Haibara looked between you and Sukuna, a mischievous grin forming. "Alright, sounds good. See you there!"

Shoko gave you a thumbs-up. "Don’t worry about us. We’ll be right behind you." You swore you could've seen them exchange suspicious glances at each other, like how you and Shoko would usually communicate with your eyes.

Sukuna led you to his car, a sleek, black vehicle that screamed luxury. He opened the door for you, and you slid in, feeling the smooth leather beneath you. He got in on the driver's side and started the engine. The night air was cool and refreshing, a perfect backdrop for the unexpected turn your evening had taken. The drive was quiet but comfortable, filled with the soft hum of the engine and the city lights flashing by. Yuuji, who had been playing a round of Overcooked on his Nintendo Switch, eventually dozed off in the back seat, his head resting against Uraume–the boy was probably drooling on them, but they seemed unbothered. He was probably tired of repeating "Are we there yet?" to Sukuna.

“I've missed this.” Sukuna began, glancing over at you as he drove, “Just being with you.” He reached over, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before returning it to the steering wheel.

"I’m glad you’re here.” You said quietly. You glanced at Sukuna, taking in the familiar features you hadn’t seen in so long. It was surreal, almost dreamlike, to be here with him again.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Sukuna handed the keys to Uraume and guided you inside. The place was cozy yet elegant, with a warm ambiance that made you feel instantly at ease. A waiter led you to a private table, and shortly after, Shoko and Haibara joined you, eyes wide with amazement at the upscale setting.

During the dinner, the atmosphere was filled with laughter and the sound of clinking glasses. The restaurant was cozy, with dim lighting that made the space feel intimate. You, Sukuna and Uraume sat at one end of the table, while Shoko and Haibara occupied the other–Yuuji in between them. As the night progressed, you found yourselves reminiscing about the past.

The dinner was filled with jokes and stories, with the discussion going smoothly. It was reminiscent of the past, but also filled with the delight of new moments forming. The unexpected reunion that had brought so much happiness made you feel thankful for the way things had unfolded.

Throughout the night, you couldn't help but steal glances at Sukuna, feeling a sense of warmth every time your gazes locked. It was evident that this was just the start, a fresh chapter in your lives that you were excited to discover alongside each other.

Uraume, Shoko, and Haibara, however, sensed something else going on between you two.

"Remember that time in high school when I got stood up?" you began, taking a sip of your drink. "And the guy who stood me up mysteriously couldn't attend classes the next day because he got jumped by someone?"

Sukuna smirked, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of guilt. "Oh, really? Sounds like he had it coming." he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"And that someone was you, Ryo," you added, looking directly at him.

Sukuna scoffed, shaking his head. "No idea what you're talking about," he said with a smirk, though his eyes suggested otherwise.

"Sure, sure." you replied, rolling your eyes. "You're going to keep denying it, but I know it was you."

He laughed, "Pure coincidence. I had nothing to do with it."

It was a sweet, if somewhat over-the-top, gesture that he would continue to deny to this day.

Everyone else at the table was equally engrossed in their own conversations, learning more about Yuuji. Unlike Sukuna in his youth, Yuuji was an undeniably good kid, earning praises from everyone.

"And my teacher said I was the goodest boy in the world." Yuuji announced proudly, his eyes shining.

Sukuna rolled his eyes and groaned. "You're still the brattiest to me. Teach's lying."

"You're just jealous."

Yuuji stuck his tongue out at Sukuna, who just chuckled and ruffled the boy’s hair. Shoko and Haibara looked on with amusement, clearly enjoying the dynamic between the two.

You also learned a bit more about Uraume, Sukuna’s assistant. They’ve been working for him for a few years now. Started out as someone who could deal with his paperwork but they've become indispensable.

Throughout the evening, you and Sukuna were noticeably touchy. His arm would find its way around your shoulder, and your head would rest against his chest at times. It was natural and unspoken, yet it drew knowing looks from everyone else at the table.

After dinner, everyone gathered outside the restaurant to say their goodbyes. The night air was cool and crisp, a refreshing change from the warmth of the restaurant.

"You comin' with?" Haibara asked, looking back at you with Shoko by his side.

Sukuna glanced at you, a silent plea in his eyes. He didn't want to part ways just yet; he wanted to be the one to take you home.

"I'll be there in a bit." you replied, smiling at your friends.

As Haibara and Shoko waved goodbye and walked towards their car, you turned to Sukuna. The two of you exchanged contact information, a simple act that seemed monumental considering how long it had been, a small but significant step you should have taken years ago. Along with the contact info he provided, he also gave you Uraume's and Toji's in case he was unreachable.

"I followed you on your socials, by the way." you said with a grin. "Malevolent Chicken or something along those lines on IG, here–"

Sukuna raised an eyebrow. "Huh, last time I tried searching for your name online, I couldn't find a thing."

"Were you... stalking me-?

"Don't get any ideas, you did the same."

You laughed. "Desperate times call for desperate measures." Saving his phone number, you told him, "I'll keep in touch."

"Yeah, you better." Sukuna scoffed, but his eyes were soft as he pulled you into a hug. "I will too."

In his embrace, you felt a wave of emotions. This was a moment you had longed for, a reunion that felt both comforting and exciting. You looked up at him and smiled.

"See you soon, Ryo."

"See you soon."

"Be kind to Yuuji, hm?" you added softly, sensing that there was something more Sukuna hadn’t shared yet.

"I'm probably the only family he has for now. Though, there is Toji and-" he said, his voice low and serious.

"Count me in." you replied without hesitation. He decided to save this conversation for another time.

You pulled away from the hug and waved goodbye, walking towards Haibara and Shoko.

"Text me once you get home." He called out.

As you left, Yuuji looked up at Sukuna mischievously. "Do you have a crush on—"

"Shut up or you'll end up like Geto. Saw how I beat him?"

“Ooooh! You do like her!” Yuuji’s teasing voice cut through the night air. "You have to rizz her!"

"What the fuck is a 'rizz'?"

"Uhhhh… Whatever! You should kiss her and get married!"

“No, ew.” Sukuna grimaced as he pushed Yuuji’s face away, shuddering when the boy licked his hand. “Oh, you disgusting piece of—Ugh.” He muttered, taking Yuuji and heading back to the car.

"Uraume, can you drive? Let's go home. Something's wrong with this kid." Sukuna said as Yuuji clung onto his legs. The kid is fearless, he's gotta give him that.

"I, for one, think there is nothing wrong with Yuuji." Uraume commented. If they didn't know any better, they would say he was smitten with you.

As the car journeyed through the night, you gazed out the window, lost in thought. The city lights flickered past, each one a blur of movement and color.

“That went well.” Shoko remarked, breaking the silence.

“You think he has a girlfriend?” Haibara asked, curiosity evident in his voice.

You softly laughed, a nostalgic smile forming on your lips as you considered the idea of Sukuna having a girlfriend. It was nearly impossible to imagine, considering his mysterious charm and how he appeared to linger just beyond grasp. During your youth, Sukuna was the ultimate symbol of captivating charm– a powerful natural force that attracted admiration everywhere he went.

He always caught people's attention with his impressive presence, and he was definitely well-liked, receiving numerous affections–even if he was rude and reckless. However, despite the attention from admirers and sporadic dates, none of his relationships ever appeared to have much depth or lasting power. They were resembling quick bursts of light that flickered and disappeared instantly after appearing. The concept of him settling for someone who could genuinely hold his elusive heart, felt almost like a whimsical fantasy.

“Huh, I’d probably get into a relationship before he does." you scoffed, half in jest.

“Easy, girl. You’re saying this as if you don’t spend 20 hours a day studying.” Shoko pointed out, her tone both teasing and concerned.

“In my defense, I took the first step of getting out of my academic bubble!” you countered, pouting.

You leaned back in your seat, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over you. You had done more than just the first step. You downloaded social media, watched a live fight, and reunited with your best friend after so many years.

You smiled to yourself, thinking you deserved a lot more credit for breaking out of your shell.

As you looked out at the passing city lights, your thoughts drifted to Sukuna. The idea of him having a girlfriend didn't seem so impossible after all. As a prodigal fighter with a charismatic presence, it was only natural that he would attract attention and possibly even be involved with someone romantically.

The more you thought about it, the more you realized just how much you had missed out on over the years. Your knowledge about Sukuna’s current life was fragmented at best. You knew little about his personal affairs, his love life, or even his daily routines. The gaps in your understanding made you curious to catch up.

Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed that Haibara had been talking to you. “–Right? Yo, you good there?” Haibara’s voice broke through your reverie.

“H-huh? Oh, yeah. Whatchu say again?” you stammered, trying to refocus.

“Hmm, nothing important...” Haibara replied, his tone carrying a hint of curiosity but dropping the subject.

You nodded absentmindedly, the questions about Sukuna’s life swirling in your mind as the car continued its journey through the night.

Haibara and Shoko exchanged knowing glances, their faces lighting up with mischievous smiles. “Hmm…” they hummed in unison, their eyes locking as they communicated silently.

Shoko’s eyes narrowed playfully. “She might be whipped for him.”

Haibara raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “It’s probably the other way around.”

“No, no. What if it’s both?!?”

Caught off guard, you glanced between them. “Are you guys communicating with your eyes? Shoko, I thought that was our thing!”

Haibara chuckled, her eyes dancing with amusement. “No, no. It’s also OUR thing,” he teased, glancing at Shoko.

You threw your hands up in mock frustration. “I feel betrayed.”

"Just discussing how cute you and Sukuna are together."

"More like how both of you are completely smitten," Shoko added, winking at you.

You rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. "You two are ridiculous."

"Ridiculously right." Haibara quipped, earning a laugh from Shoko.

You shook your head, finding their assumptions about you and Sukuna absurd. "You two can't be serious. Falling for Sukuna? That's just ridiculous."

"You can't just touch each other like that and expect us to think you're 'just friends'," Haibara insisted.

Shoko nodded in agreement. "Yu, your wording is all over the place. You make it sound like—"

"Okay, sorry, sorry, but you get my point!" Haibara interrupted.

You scoffed at their words, rolling your eyes.

"Yu, focus on the road," Shoko said, gently reminding him.

Haibara glanced at you in the rearview mirror. "Think about it like this: would you think that me and Shoko are 'just friends' if we acted the same in front of you?"

You hesitated, trying to find the right words. "But Ryo and I are indeed 'just friends'. We've gone on separate dates and—"

"None of them lasted!" Shoko pointed out quickly.

"Oh, please," you retorted, feeling cornered.

Haibara leaned in, his tone softer yet insistent. "Then is Sukuna like a brother to you?"

You paused, considering his question carefully. "I wouldn't say yes, but I wouldn't say no either."

"Because it's weird!" Shoko concluded, her voice tinged with triumph.

You let out a sigh, feeling the weight of their observations. "Fine, maybe it's a bit weird. But that doesn't mean I'm in love with him."

"–Yet." Haibara added with a smirk.

"Come on, guys. I've been friends with him for years. I haven't seen him since my last day in high school. It's a bit odd that I'd develop feelings like that," you said, trying to sound convincing.

"Maybe give it some time," Haibara suggested, glancing at Shoko, who nodded in agreement.

They didn't want to push you, but they knew how much you had on your plate with college and everything else. If this meant you could focus on something outside your academic life, maybe you'd be able to unwind a bit.

"But y'know," Shoko added gently, "whatever your decision is, we support you."

You appreciated their support, even if you weren't entirely convinced by their perspective. The idea of developing romantic feelings for Sukuna after all these years seemed unlikely, but you couldn't deny that your recent reunion had stirred up emotions you hadn't anticipated.

As Uraume drove home, the rhythmic hum of the engine seemed to resonate with the storm of thoughts swirling chaotically in Sukuna's mind. The idea of seeing you in any way other than a cherished friend was inconceivable. Stupid Yuuji and his stupid little ideas.

Not in a thousand lifetimes would he ever view you as more than a best friend.

You might be the most captivating person he’s ever laid eyes on, the sweetest and most loyal companion he could wish for, but nothing more than that. He would go to great lengths for you, spend the rest of his life with you but never see you as anything more than just a best friend.

“Hmph. There’s no way."

Even though your eyes were something that could break his very soul yet hold an affectionate gaze,

“That’s just ridiculous.”

He brushed off the way he questioned his resolve when it came to your touch, warm and comforting on the coldest of days,

“How preposterous.”

He won't bring himself or even learn to see you that way.

"It's outrageous."

Because maybe, just maybe, staying friends was the best thing for both of you. It was better this way, he told himself, it had to be. It would be okay.

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cattlemons · 7 months ago

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The Unfortunate Man

| Toji loves you more than anything but nothing can withstand fate.

Toji x Fem!reader

TW: Death angst, I feel like there's one or two swear words in there, is kinda sad, 800 ish words in this bad boy, tell me if I missed anything

Toji is an unlucky man.

And he knows this all too well.

He was born to be unfortunate, in his opinion. After all, how can you call yourself lucky when in a world of curses and power, you are born with none. It would’ve been fine had he been unknowing of it, but he was thrust into a family so acutely aware of it. So aware, to the point where he is reminded of all he lacks, at every waking moment.

This led him to be a lonesome figure. He grows indifferent to love, to feelings, and to emotions. He deems love to be something that only the lucky few deserve. Those lucky enough to be vulnerable, lucky enough to allow someone to see the parts of yourself that are a bit below the bar of acceptance. It is a hard pill to swallow but he’s had a few decades to learn how to accept his unfortunate fate. He supposes love is just not meant to be something he can experience, at least not in this lifetime.

That is until he met her.

She is a soul so bright, so warm. Something in her eyes makes him feel safe, comforted. She’s perfect in all the right ways, so full of love and kindness. Her eyes would always be trained on him and, for once, he doesn’t feel judged by the gaze, instead, he felt seen, loved.

He doesn’t know how he got here. How he got so damn lucky to have met her. Her presence alone would chase away his darkest clouds and her smile, oh her smile, it would only take one to make his day better and two to make his year better. Hell, it would make his decade better if she would so much as crinkle her soft eyes, closing it into beautiful crescent moons for him when she laughs.

His relationship with her developed much like a whirlwind romance. Love stories you’d find teens giggling and obsessing over but, in a way, also a love so profound it’s written intended for tears. His life is so instantly uprooted by her love, its roots dangling above the ground. It feels strange and so surreal but at the same time, he doesn't quite mind. He’d, quite literally, follow her anywhere she went, he’ll climb up to heaven and fall down to hell for her.

If loving her meant never seeing his family again, he doesn’t quite mind.

If loving her meant leaving behind his immoral ways, he doesn’t quite mind.

And if loving her meant that he would forever be able to love, he doesn’t quite mind.

Until he remembers.

He is an unlucky man.

It was an ending to a wonderful day outside. It had been a date that’s been planned out for so long now, Toji had even decided that today will be the day he would propose to the love of his life. Sure, they’re both young and, basically, already married but he wants to make it official. He desperately wants this tale to be written on paper, to finally be a love that can last.

But, of course, this is something that can’t happen to him.

It happened too quickly the way the damned curse lunged at her. It is impossible to measure the amount of pain he was feeling, to be so feeble and helpless despite knowing that his lover is being torn apart. He could do nothing except watch in horror as the woman he had promised his forever to, dies.

That day, Toji lost a big chunk of himself. For what is he to do, when his luck runs out and his forever ends too soon.

Years passed Toji by. Much like the waves crashing onto an unwavering rock, he has endured. But at what cost, he can’t be sure.

He works hard on both his physique and fighting prowess. Turning the ashes and dying ambers of his love into fuel to strengthen himself. He’s now returned to the jujutsu world as a vigilante of sorts, working in the shadows and remaining undetected, something he does well considering he’s already invisible to the sorcerer world in the first place.

Though appearing strong to his foes and oppositions, he truly is just a weak, unfortunate man on the inside. Though he fought valiantly for whoever it is that bids the highest for his skill and service, at the end of the day, he would return to his bed, lonesome and broken.

It’s around the times when he’s most fragile that he finds himself looking for any fragment, any pieces of her that the world has yet to steal from his hands. It’s quite ironic how the thing he desires more than anything is only fulfilled by the one thing he can’t have.

A curse.

Yes, the answer comes in the form of a curse that is you, a love he will never have. A plague he’s forever inflicted with. One that causes him to heave your name in silent sobs at the dead of night because he’s forgotten the sound of your laugh.

Truly, an unfortunate man.

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a.n. ngl this one hurts a bit. Also I feel like there isn't enough toji angst in this economy. Thought I'd do the angst girlies a solid.

Hope you liked it!

#cattlemon's writing #Toji x reader #Fushiguro Toji x reader #Toji angst #Fushiguro Toji angst #Toji x you #Fushiguro Toji x you #jjk angst #jjk x reader #jjk x you #I need more jjk angst pls I am on my knees and I am not afraid to beg

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chososwifey24-7 · 6 months ago

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Hey everyone! Here's another story that I thought of. I also just thought I'd let everyone know that I will try to upload a story or cute little oneshot daily. Feel free to ask for a oneshot if you have suggestions!

Dare...

Frat boy suguru x f!reader

Also, just for this alternate universe, there is no jujustu sorcery, and all of the boys fall under the same age ish. This would obviously also be a college au.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Synopsis: At yet another one of the silly parties, saturo gojo hosts, suguru was found stuck in a game of truth or dare. The dare? Make you fall in love with him and bed you by the end of the night.

Cw: NSFW, MDNI, smut, pv penetration, consensual sex, praise, missionary, slight size difference, fem! Reader, fingering, tit sucking, cum, protection, angst to fluff, pet names (pretty girl).

Let me know if I missed anything. Besides that, enjoy!

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The music was loud, too loud. The beer, weed, and other kinds of drugs and alcohol really made the place smell like shit.

Suguru was slightly buzzed from the weed. He wouldn't even try to touch the beer. It tasted cheap and disgusting.

Satoru was beaming and chatting it up with everyone he knew, the life of the party indeed. That was Gojo.

Nanami sat in the corner and didn't really talk with anybody. To be honest, he only joined the frat to get Gojo to leave him alone.

Toji had been betting with people that he could beat them in arm wrestling competitions and who could chug a beer the quickest. He was making bank, but knowing him, he'd go and blow all the next day.

Then there was Sukuna and Choso. They conversed between each other. Suguru couldn't quite remember at the moment how they knew each other so well. Distant relatives, or something like that.

Suguru laid his head back on the couch, wanting nothing more than this party to be over. He had a pounding headache and was absolutely exhausted. He looked at the clock on the wall. 10:30 p.m. this party was just getting started.

Knowing Gojo, he'd keep it going to midnight or to 1 in the morning, and if the cops showed up, no big deal! He knew how to talk himself out of any situation. Suguru just didn't want to deal with the officers, again.

Sugure felt the cushion next to him dip a little as the frat boys began to all sit in a circle with him. It was then that Satoru slung his arm around Suguru.

"Let's spice things up a bit between us, shall we? I've had enough chit chatting. Let's play some truth or dare."

Gojo suggested with a playful tone as he observed the reactions of the boys around them. To his surprise, everyone agreed. Even Suguru.

The game went back and forth, Suguru ended up having to drink, and Nanami was forced to remove his glasses and let Gojo wear them. Nanami wasn't very happy about that one.

Until finally Sukuna smirked and looked at Suguru.

"Truth or dare?"

He asked. His voice came out in a low rumble. Almost antagonizingly so.

"Dare. You should know this by now, Sukuna."

Sukuna let out a low chuckle at his response. He thought for a moment as he looked around the room. Sukuna's eyes met your timid form, next to your supposed best friend, who now just walked away with her boy toy of the night.

He smirked and looked back at Suguru.

"I dare you to fuck her by the end of the night, and make her fall for you by the next day, if you don't, you owe all of us 20 dollars. Deal?"

Suguru seemed appalled at sukuna's suggestion, but he'd already chickened out of one dare before that. He couldn't chicken out again, and he didn't necessarily want to pay all of them 20 dollars each.

He sighed and flipped Sukuna off, which Sukuna just shrugged and chuckled at. Suguru really didn't want to play with anyone's feelings, even yours, but a dare was a dare.

Suguru stood and began to make his way over to your timid form. The party almost looked like it overwhelmed you, you poor thing. As he got closer, he gently put a hand on your shoulder and looked you in the eyes with a smile.

"Hey, I'm Suguru Geto, and who might you be?"

His voice was soft and reassuring in the crowd of raving college students. You raised your voice a bit so that Suguru could hear you.

"I'm y/n. It's nice to meet you Suguru."

Suguru chuckled at the slight raise in her voice and tried to usher her out of the corner she was in to take her into the less crowded back yard.

"Sorry, it's a little loud in here. Let's go somewhere we can talk better."

You nodded and followed Suguru. You had heard all about him. The tall, dark-haired, sexy, kind man who joined the fraternity for his best friend. He seemed nice enough to be around. He seemed that way.

"It's nice to meet you too y/n, sorry it's quite the ruckus in their. Satoru really knows how to throw a party."

He chuckled and eyed you up and down. The little black dress that your friend had picked out for you rode up your thighs each time you took a step, and with each step, you tried to shimy it back down.

"He sure does."

You laughed back, then silence overcame the two of you. You weren't entirely extroverted. You only truly liked talking to those you knew. Suguru was about the same way, that's why he had Datoru around to do all the talking.

"So, I saw you were in my calculus class. Been pretty interested in you for a while."

He said and watched your face to see your reaction. That's what Suguru knew how to do best. Watch reactions. He was an observer, not a talker.

"Oh yeah! I've seen you in the back with Satoru. The teacher doesn't seem to like you two too much."

You giggled. You completely skipped over his previous statement. Was he interested in you? You must've heard wrong. So glazing over it was the best idea.

Suguru noticed your attempt to ignore his previous statement, so jntead he just goes along with what your talking about.

"Huh? No way, it's definitely Satoru he doesn't like that much. All he does is chatter. I can't control him, he's like a tornado."

You laugh at Suguru placing a good chunk of the blame on Satoru before you look up into his eyes. Those sweet purple eyes, hus hair pulled so nicely into a bun, one strand of hair just dangling on the side of his face.

You have an urge to brush it to the side of his face, but ignore it.

That's what leads you to his lips. They have a slight hint of pink to them. They were slightly parted in a way that felt inviting. You wanted to kiss him after all this was a party, you didn't have to catch feelings, right?

Suguru cleared his throat as he noticed your gaze on him, observing him. He felt himself blush a bit. Slightly embarrassed at you observing him.

You look up at him again and give him an awkward smile.

"Sorry, you're just so... handsome."

Your face flushes. You meant to call him handsome, but hearing yourself say it out loud was different than how you had thought you'd say it in your mind.

He chuckles at your flushed features and slowly reaches out, brushing a straightened hair out of your face. His hand cupped your cheek longer, and he looked into your eyes.

"And you're so gorgeous, pretty girl."

He said in a low tone as his gaze obviously dropped to your lips. You couldn't help but lean into him a little more.

His touch was warm and inviting. You just couldn't help yourself, and as your lips collided with his, you couldn't help that either.

Both of his hands go your waist and pull you closer to him. Your arms wrap around his neck and you close your eyes enjoying the heat of the moment.

Neither of you wanted to stop. It was too euphoric for the both of you. Only pulling away for seconds of air.

Soon, the heated kiss turned into a heated make-out. His tongue swiped your bottom lip, asking to enter.

You let out a low moan and open your mouth for him, and the kiss becomes tongue and teeth. Heated. Each of you wanting more.

That's when you feel it. The bulge in Suguru' pants. You push away from him a little as he tries to chase your lips, instead settling for your neck.

"Suguru, maybe we should take this somewhere more private."

Suguru just groans into your neck and nods. He gently pulled away from you as he blushed gently at the raging boner he had. Just from kissing you, too.

He silently leads you through the house, the party still going. The time, 12 a.m. Suguru had 30 minutes to get you into the bed and fuck you before he lost the dare.

Sukuna and the other boys were still sitting on the couches in a circle. As Suguru walked past them with you, he made sure Sukuna saw you both headed for the stairs. He wouldn't lose this dare.

You both made it to Suguru's room, and as soon as the door was shut and locked, he pounced on you again. Kissing your neck and biting on your collar bone gently. He fumbled with your shurt to get it over your head.

You worked on his shirt and tried to get the buttons undone while not getting distracted by the feeling of his lips on your hot skin.

You succeeded in getting his shirt off, but suguru was already trying to shimy your pants down your hips. You did tour best to help him get them off of you, and you worked on the button of his pants.

He gently slapped your hand away before wrapping his hands under your thighs and carrying you to the bed and gently laying you down.

He towered over you and looked tou in the eyes, his hair a little more disheveled, his eyes filled with lust.

"I need you to tell me you want this pretty girl. I need to tell me that this is okay."

He said as he ran a gentle hand up your side.

"And if you don't want this, I need you to say that right now."

He ran his hand all the way up and gently cupped the side of your face again. He didn't want you to feel forced, but he needed to beat Sukuna's dare.

You nodded as you looked into his eyes, and with a reassuring smile.

"Yes, I want this Suguru. I'm yours tonight."

That's all Suguru needed to hear before he reached behind you and uncapped your bra, and slid your panties down and off of you.

Your body was gorgeous to him. He ran his hands all over your curves and kissed your neck again.

"You're so perfect, angel. So pretty, just for me."

His praises hit your ears like a soft melody on a piano. Just right.

You groaned a bit and bucked your hips up into his. He took his hand and gently pressed your hips back down.

"Patience, pretty girl, I have to get you prepares to take this cock."

He whispered in your ear. He dragged his fingers up and down your folds collecting your slick before gently pushing two inside of you.

You grabbed his shoulders and closed your eyes, letting out a wanton moan. His fingers felt amazing. They reached all of the right places. You couldn't imagine what his cock would feel like.

He began to slowly move his fingers in and out if you while leaning down and taking one of your tips into his mouth and sucking gently.

You moaned again and arched your back into him, almost offering up yourself for him to have. To take.

Your fingers found their way to his hair, and you began to take out his bun. After you ran your fingers through his long, silky hair.

"Oh, Suguru."

You moaned his name so prettily. He increased the speed of his fingers inside of you, and his eyes looked up at you to watch you.

Your eyes were closed, back arched, and your delicate hands were placed in his hair. This was almost heavenly. Suguru could fall for you.

You began to rock your hips into his fingers and moan louder and louder. That familiar knot in your stomach beginning to come undone.

You began to whimper and moan more.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, suguru, I'm cuming!"

He leaned in and began to whisper soft praises in your ear to talk you through it.

"It's alright, pretty girl, let go for me, cum on my fingers."

With that, you did. You came all over Suguru's fingers. Throwing your head back, you were in bliss. You trembled as you came down from your high, and Suguru cooed at you and helped you come down.

"You did so amazing, pretty girl. You think youre ready for my cock?"

He asked as he shimmeid himself out of his pants and boxers, and what you saw made your jaw drop.

He looked like he was close to 8 and a half inches. He was huge. And his swollen tip leaked with pre-cum. He pumped himself a few times as you continued to gawk at his size.

"Don't worry, pretty girl, you can take it."

He reached over to the nightstand and opened up the drawer before grabbing a condom and opening up the package. He rolled the rubber onto himself before finally lining himself up with you.

He reached over and laced his fingers with yours his eyes found yours and with a gentle gaze he leaned down and kissed you just as gently.

"Just tell me to stop and I will. I promise."

He began to slowly slide himself in, and he groaned at how tight you were around him.

"Fuck, pretty girl, you feel so damn good."

You squirmed a little at the slight pinch you felt as he began to sink deeper and deeper into you. This wasn't the first time you've had sex, but he was so damn big, you could've forgotten about all of the previous times.

He finally bottomed out and groaned at the feeling as he leaned his head into the crook of your neck.

As soon as he got used to the feeling of you around him, he began to slowly rock his hips into you. It felt orgasmic just as it was.

Your mouth opened into an o-shape as moans slipped out involuntarily. Your hands gripping his as he continued to rock into you.

"Fuck you're so perfect. Don't wanna let you go, don't wanna stop."

He mumbles into you as he picks up his pace, he was already feeling so close, and you were already feeling overstimulated from your previous orgasm. So when he begins to mumble he's about to cum you're already ahead of him, your vision going white as you came around him again.

He came into the condom and stilled. He grunted and kissed your neck a bit more before he finally pulled out of you. He tied off the condom and threw it into the garbage can next to his bed.

He gently rubbed his hands down your body before getting up and grabbing a warm rag to clean you up.

He almost wished thisbwasnt just a dare.

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That night, you had left with your best friend and went back to your shared apartment, and you couldn't get Suguru out of your mind.

Even you had told yourself no strings attached, but you couldn't help but find yourself trying to call him and text him after he gave you his number.

He never did answer so you decided to try to corner him after calculus.

"Suguru,"

You called out to him before he was about to leave, and Suguru guiltily turned around to face you.

"Can we talk?"

He looked at the ground nervous but nodded, telling a snickering Satoru to go on ahead.

"Look, I know that it was just supposed to be a one night stand or whatever, but I can't help but feel something was actually there."

You explain as you looked into his violet irises. The only gaze you're met with is a guilty one, though.

"Y/n... I didn't want to have to tell you, but it was a dare from Sukuna... he told me to sleep with you and make you fall for me."

Your heart had stopped. A dare? You couldn't believe the audacity, but then again, could you even be mad? It was supposed to be a one night stand.

He tried to reassure you and reached out for your hands. You take a step back from him and even he feels hurt.

"But y/n. I feel like there is something here, too. I don't want you to think that because of some stupid dare, there is nothing here because there is something."

"How do I know you're not lying to me?"

You asked, and you looked up at him with watery eyes. You didn't want to be hurt. You honestly enjoyed what was between you two that night. It felt honest, it felt real, it felt like love.

"Let me prove it to you. I saw there was a new movie coming to theaters tonight. If you'll accompany me, I'd like to make it a date."

He said and stepped towards you again and reached for your hands. This time, you let him take your hands in his. When you looked up to meet his gaze, all you could see was sincerity, honesty, love.

So you nod.

"I'll go, but this better not be another one of these stupid dares."

Suguru chuckled as he wiped a few stray tears you hadn't even noticed roll down your cheeks.

"Never, never again, pretty girl. I love you too much to waste what we have on a dare."

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