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curseddollfaye · 9 months ago

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boy, I can't wait to get next to you

“Giving you true love in abundance, uh-huh. Giving and taking because we're not a fling. Giving me faith that it's not another”

toxic baby daddy toji! x reader NSFW headcanon

ᥫ᭡ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! ty! please let me know what you think! ^.^ requests are currently open!! ᥫ᭡

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- Firstly, we have to talk about what’s under those sweat pants…

- Happy trail for days, thick thighs for days, back muscles that make you wanna mark him all up. He’s 7 inches soft and I would say 9 inches when he’s fully hard (he be all up in your guts to say the least)

- pink tip, veiny underside, you struggle to take him all into your mouth whenever you give him head. Often having to stroke what doesn’t fit or sometimes when you both are feeling it he’ll shove the rest of it in your mouth; muttering a soft

- “Don’t worry slut, I’ll make it fit. I always do don’t it?”

- He’s a dominate and would never let you sub (again, but that’s a story for another time ;) not that you would want to but Toji is just NOT submissive at all.

- his hands are on of your personal favorites. Apart from the looks of course. If he’s not sex on legs then you don’t know what.

- but you don’t miss the way the cashier from the grocery store slammed your eggs into the plastic bag whenever she saw you checking out with him happy at your trail…he knows he’s good looking too! which doesn’t help much when you’re green with jealously every once in a while

- Toji is 6’1 as established, he towers over you and you can admit proudly that you’ve always had a thing for big beefy men.

- SLUTTY LITTLE WAIST

- He was all muscle, obviously Toji likes working out! He likes lifting weights the most.

- you ask him to skip his morning gym session to lay with you he responds with a sly

- “Baby did you not see the way I was picking up up and fucking you last night? Daddy needs to be strong for his pretty slut”

- doesnt end up going to the gym and lays with you instead because you always get your way

- is very experienced! DUH

- Toji was a known bachelor. Before you he was with many women. He takes pride in knowing that he can satisfy a woman. Especially and strictly when that woman is you.

- Has mastered how to eat your pussy out until you’re gripping his head and crying out

- HE IS A MUNCH!!!!!

- Loves eating your pussy , breakfast , lunch and dinner. He’s not the slightest bit ashamed of it. Watching you quiver him and shake from the pleasure he was giving you did all sort of shit to his cock

- generous lover through and through. Your pleasure always comes first to him

- You will never forget on your first anniversary when he had you spread on the bed.

- Somewhere in Greece

-Thong shoved to the side and he really gave no fucks who was hearing from underneath the balcony

- the bastard had left the balcony doors open..which you hadn’t minded at first. Thinking it was innocent as the sun set and the soft breeze whipped through the silky lace curtains…

- “Gonna show everyone who this pussy belongs to, who makes you cry from how hard you get fucked…you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Toji had chuckled. Holding your legs apart and occasionally letting his hands wonder to grip your tits. The sounds of him sucking your clit into his lips and slurping all your juices into his mouth while groaning from your taste.

- you honestly were so lost in pleasure before you knew it he had manhandled you into the mating press and you were being fucked like you sinned

- LETS TALK KINKS!!

- No secret he had a breeding kink

- Lets be real it took you two year to have this man’s baby which you gladly did!

- Many nights were he’s had you with your legs to your chest while his cock drives in and out of you in a punishing pace. A white ring forming spring his base as your grip his forearms for some stability. Your creamy cunt squeezing him in so well.

- How could he not come inside you? And he does so with filthy words leaving his pretty lips

- “Mmm yeah you dirty fucking bitch take my cum. I’m gonna make sure it catches so you won’t think about leaving me ever again”

- “You want my babies? You think you’ve earned this fucking load? Come for me again and I’ll think about if you deserve it or not”

- “Gonna put my fucking baby into you so everyone remembers who you belong to, ohhh fuck…ahaha….m’gonna make your tummy so round for me. Making those fucking tits leak milk for our baby”

- he’s a big fan of titties

- but one thing Toji truly can’t get enough of is your ass

- worships it as if it’s his personal sanctuary

- you ALWAYS have marks on your cheeks from his bitting and nibbling whenever you two fuck

- because of this one of his personal positions is doggy, this man needs to hit it from the back

- eyes wandering down to watch your sss smack against his pelvis as he grins your hips and sets the pace for you both.

- has definitely pulled out mid stroke and buried his face into your soft pussy lips. gripping them fat of you ass cheeks back while his tongue wildly explored your wet cunt.

- you can only gasp and let out a pornographic moan as your eyes roll to the back of your skull “t-toji…daddy…ahhh!”

- loved LOVES coming inside you, but painting your ass with his white pearly cum is a bonus too

- also cumming on your face

- Toji makes you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and it’s because he knows you are. He knows men are lined up ready to be with you. Who wouldn’t!! Your a man’s dream and Toji has it in his head that every man that looks your way wants you

- It honestly offends him

- Which is why he always throughly enjoys coming on your face

- His hand moving quick against his cock, red tip leaking pre- cum begging for release, his other hand petting your hair, moving your hair from your face. His thumb slipping into your mouth. Warm muscles wrapping around his digit. You looked so innocent yet so fucking dirty at the same time. Your eyelashes fluttering against your tinted cheeks. His eyes wandering down to look at your plump lips. His thumb fully engulfed as your tongue swirls around it. Your start bobbing your head, mimicking you ducking his cock and his pace around himself starts to stutter.

- Toji swears he’s about to have a heart attack when he wants you tug your tank top down letting your tits spill out for him

- he cums on your face

- Is into taking pictures and photos of you, he keeps them safely in a password and Face ID locked folder on his phone

- is obsessed when you send him pictures while he’s away on business trips or conferences

- One time he had been gone for two full weeks, scheduled to fly back the next day.

- Toji’s had a glass shot glass up to his scarred lip, tossing it back, basking the feeling of success and new beginnings for him. He knew the deal would go off without a hitch. He was Toji Fushiguro after all, he didn’t waste his time.

- A light buzz caught his attention

- His green eyes peered up from his associate , who was happily chatting with one of the investors who was already sold on the idea of investing in Toji’s new expansion of nightclubs in Kabukicho. Japan’s vast nightclub, bars, and restaurant district.

- Picking up his phone Toji smiled at the name

- pretty girl

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- Typing in his password he opened up his messages, his jaw fell slack.

- A 15 second long video of you, your hands playing with your boobs as you sat back in the jacuzzi that he knew too well

- he had it put in your master bathroom shortly after you broke it off, he heard you saying something about being nice to have one to relax your muscles in. he had the money so, why not?

- His finger hovered over the play button, but not before quickly putting the volume all the way down and looked around to make sure no one was in near proximity

- we all know this man is possessive as fuck, doesn’t give two shits that you two are not together because according to Toji

- “tch….Technicalities baby…” he muttered to you when you remind him of the very (annoying) fact.

- his breath hitches when he presses play. Your hair is up, a few strands falling in front of your eyes, soapy tits come into view. Your fingers playing with the soft flesh.

- Toji at that point couldn’t be more jealous of soap bubbles in his life.

- He shivers and feels his pants tighten against his skin.

- The video ends with your smirk on your plump lips. Eyes saying ‘fuck me’ and of course he would if he was there.

- Toji mutters grumpily at your teasing, angry he couldn’t be at home giving you what you desperately need.

- His girl needs to be fucked and he’s away in another country , what an inconvenience for the both of you

- he quickly types a response before getting up to say goodbye to his brand new investors and excuse himself back to the hotel room.

- ‘naughty girl, you better be ready for me by the time I get back to my room or else you don’t come at all tomorrow when I get there’

- Although Toji is a very dominate man, he’s also the softest man for you. You bask it in, and sometimes you never want to let it go. Whenever he’s making love to you on the bed. Passionate sex filled with words of promise and sorrys. Toji lets himself melt into you as you moan into his shoulder while he whispers the sweetest words to you. It often leaves you wondering if you would ever find a man that was willing to give you as much as him.

- it scared the shit out of you.

- “oh fuck baby…babybaby…mmm….mean so much to me. Fuck ‘yer so perfect”

- “Cant ever be with another woman, you’re the only one of me beautiful…You’re the only one for me. This sweet pussy was made for me, takes me so well.”

- “I love you so much beautiful”

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biggestsukunafan · 4 months ago

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‘Cologne’

Gojo Satoru x Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings : 18+, angst, smut (only happens once), cheating, depressing thoughts, toxic, gojo being a walking talking red flag (sorry guys), happy ending though!

word count : 8,844 words (i was so bored!!)

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story will be under the cut, enjoy! <3

‘If you wanna go back home, leave the scent of your cologne… ‘

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ BACKSTORY

Satoru and I met when we were younger, and we had a lot of things in common. At the time, him and I were both pretty lonely people, and found each other, which led to us becoming pretty good friends. We started dating in high school, both of us thinking they had something special.

But, over time, we realized they just weren't good for each. Him and I broke up on good terms, but we were both a bit hurt, and it took a while for them to heal..

So what are we doing? Why are we doing this..?

After some time, our friendship slowly started to become something more. Since both of us had a mutual attraction towards each other, they started to use each other a way to get some stress relief. The issue?

Satoru feels a bit guilty, he knows that he has a partner, yet everytime he calls you to be with you, he just finds himself driving over to your place. He knows they both have a guilty conscience.

Despite that, the guilt doesn't affect us enough to stop meeting up. It's just a fun little arrangement, Satoru tells himself as an excuse. He hates how he finds himself constantly wanting more, when he should be satisfied with how things are right now. He tells himself he shouldn't be getting any deeper attachments than what they already have, they were each other's exes, and they're both pretty messed up in different ways. They were both aware of this and how it would never last.

Satoru has a girlfriend. He's perfectly aware of that, yet he still finds himself coming over to y/n. He's perfectly aware that what he's doing is morally wrong, and he does feel guilt about it, though it doesn't quite affect him enough to stop. He's good at putting up a front and acting normally around everyone, though he's struggling to hold down the guilt, shame, and regret he's feeling.

He and his girlfriend are actually pretty happy together. She doesn't know about this though, she has no clue that Satoru has been cheating on her behind her back.

He feels guilty knowing he's going behind her back and sneaking around, yet here he is. Still doing what he's doing. He just tells himself that it's just for fun, something to let his steam off, and there's no way he's going to develop feelings. He just has to keep this up until he either gets caught, or gets tired of doing this.

But he's not quite sure if he'll be able to get tired of it..

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ ACT 1.

It was a sunny morning. The sun peeked out through the window shining brightly as the rays hit your iris. You look around seeing as he is next to you, sprawled out on his stomach, face pressed into the pillow. He looks pretty peaceful during his sleep. His hair is messy, and he's got his arm loosely around your waist. His skin is littered with a few scratches, and you can see a few bite marks on his shoulders from the night before.

He slowly stirs in his sleep, his arm around your waist subconsciously tightens for a moment before he groans. He rubs his face against the pillow, getting his hair even more messy. He slowly opens his eyes, which are still a bit bleary from his grogginess.

“Good mornin’” You say softly as you chuckled at the sight of him looking like this early in the morning.

He makes another noise, burying his face in the pillow, groaning. He's not a morning person, but he slowly lifts himself up, propping himself up using one arm while his other arm is still loosely wrapped around your waist. He blinks his eyes a few times, before looking over you, his eyes raking up and down your bare body. He can see all the marks and scratches he left on you last night, and he lets out a few more tired noises.

“Looks like I left a lot of marks..” He says, still in a sleepy and groggy tone. A small smirk appears on his face when he sees all the bite marks, scratches, and hickeys covering your body from his previous activities. He shifts his body onto his side, facing you, and his free hand moves over your body, gently tracing some of the marks with a feather-like touch.

“..You look pretty good like this..” He mumbles, his hand tracing your body for a few moments, before it moves to your face, as his hand cups one of your cheeks, his thumb gently brushing against your skin. He leans his face closer, and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his arm now wrapping around your waist, and pulling your body closer towards him.

“Well aren’t you sweet today..” You giggled as you ran your fingers through his hair lovingly.

“I’m always sweet..” He softly huffs out, but it’s muffled against your neck. His body presses close against yours, clinging onto you like a koala. His hand is still gently petting and messing with your hair, and he’s also nuzzling his head against your shoulder and neck. He’s acting a bit clingy this morning, as he’s typically not this clingy.

It suddenly hit you.. right. He only acts like this when him and his girlfriend fought. You should’ve known better. That’s the only reason why he called anyways. How stupid of you to think he might’ve actually loved you. How pathetic that you thought he would actually choose you.

He’s pretty much glued to you, which is unusual from the usual way he acted during these times. He continues to cling onto you, nuzzling his head against you, and his arms cling onto your waist like a koala. You can tell he’s more or less upset about something, and you have one guess as to what it is. He’s been here in such a clingy state before, and it seems as though another fight or disagreement has happened.

He doesn’t say anything and simply clings onto you, trying to seek some form of comfort. Judging by his unusually clingy behavior, it seems as though the fight or disagreement between him and his girlfriend is a bit more serious this time. His head is against your shoulder, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his arms are wrapped around your body, keeping you close to him and refusing to let go.

The moment was ruined when a sudden phone call was heard..

ring… ring… ring..

He groaned when he heard the ringer, and then he reluctantly untangled himself from you, and leaned over to the bedside table he placed his phone on. He checked the phone, and you could tell just by the look on his face that he already knows who it is that’s calling him.

…That’s the moment I saw his eyes shine. Those aquamarine orbs showing a hint of excitement…and love..? I wondered to myself if he ever felt that way towards my calls. A pool of jealously filled my chest but i kept it inside as I listened into his call.

“Hey..” He answered the call, and his tone is surprisingly soft and gentle. It was a tone you’ve never really heard him use that much. It’s almost as though, he’s talking to a small child, or someone who he’s fond of, and he doesn’t want to upset them in any way. He had never spoken like that with you, and that realization stung deeply.

You quietly listened into his call, and you’re unable to help the jealousy that’s now filling up your chest. The way he’s talking to his girlfriend, the way he’s using an almost gentle and caring tone and being careful with his words with her, it stung you. You could clearly tell he has feelings towards her, and the thought of that stung much more. It hurt. It hurts.. why though?

He’s still on his phone, talking with his girlfriend. He’s now sitting on the edge of the bed, listening to her quietly. His back is to you, but you can see that his shoulders are a bit tense, probably with slight worry.

He’s still speaking in that soft and gentle tone, and you can clearly tell that he cares for her, and you can feel that sting again.

He’s talking with his girlfriend, and he’s lying to her about where he is. He told her that he was at a hotel room, and that he was trying to clear his head.

His words were a lot softer than usual, almost as though he was speaking to a kid. He was trying to keep the tone of his voice neutral, and was trying to avoid any further angering his girlfriend.

He listened to whatever his girlfriend was saying to him, and his expression softened, the worry seemingly subsiding. He spoke up, his tone a lot softer, as he said,

“I love you too, I’ll be back home in a bit, okay..? I love you so much baby, I’m sorry again.”

He agreed to going back home after the call, and he still had that same soft tone. He then hung up his phone, and he stood up from the bed, and started to look around, presumably for his clothes.

He’s trying to find his clothes around the room, picking up his shirt and pants, which were previously tossed onto the floor. He starts to slip his shirt on, and button it up, the same soft expression still on his face as he got dressed..

Does he even love me? Why does it have to be her.

He got dressed into his shirt and pants, and then he finally turned around to face you. His expression still has that same softness to it, but he seems to notice the expression on your face.

“..You alright..?” His expression is still soft and gentle, as he looks at you with a hint of concern.

“Oh yeah! I’m fine. Anyways, you leaving?” I asked him trying to change the topic.

He tilted his head, noticing the somewhat fake tone you used. He’s also aware that you’re masking how you’re truly feeling.

“Yeah, I have to head home..”

He responded, and walked over to you, he slowly leaned down and placed his hand on your chin, gently lifting it up to look at him. His touch was very gentle, and the same softness from his face still remained.

“I will..”

He softly chuckles. He’s still gently holding your chin, and he gently caressed your cheek with his thumb. His expression was still soft and somewhat fond as he looked down at you. He then slowly leaned down, and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

And just like that he left, and you’re once again alone. You’ve come to expect that he always leaves in the end, so you’re not particularly surprised, just a little bit hurt. You’ve come to expect his usual behavior, but that didn’t make it sting any less. It was still painful to know that he’d always leave and run back to his girlfriend, and never choose to stay with you.

The house seemed much more silent and lonely than usual. Without him in the house, it feels a lot more cold and empty. The only evidence of his presence was the marks he left on your neck, and the scent of his cologne on the pillows you use. Otherwise, there was no indication that he was ever here in the first place. It’s as though he was never here, and once again left you behind. No different from usual.

You can’t help but feel some sort of emptiness and hollow feeling in your chest. You’re used to him leaving, but the feeling of him leaving and not coming back never stopped hurting. You’re always left alone at the end after he’s used you, and you’re left behind once more, knowing you’ll always be his second choice, and knowing that he’ll never choose you over his girlfriend.

You say you love me, but you don’t mean it.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ ACT 2.

It’s been a few days since you last saw him, or heard from him. No calls, no texts, no visits. It’s as though he’s made himself disappear. He hasn’t made a single attempt to contact you or make any kind of effort to talk to you. It’s almost as though he’s forgotten about you once more, and left you alone to deal with your own feelings again.

You cried for days, questioning yourself as to why you’ve fallen for him when he treats you so badly. You keep asking yourself why would you love someone so much, only for them to just toss you aside. You start to despise him, yet you can’t seem to stop loving him. You want to push him away, but you can’t seem to truly let go.

Does he even truly mean those words he says to you? The words of love and affection, the “I love you’s”, the “You’re so pretty”, the soft touches and gentle words? Did he ever mean any of it? Was he only pretending? Did he only say those things to keep you wrapped around his finger?

The more you think about it, the more unsure you feel about him. You’ve fallen hard for him, and you keep wondering if any of it was real to him. The soft eyes he gave you, the gentle touches, the soft kisses, the sweet words he’d sweetly tell you; were any of it real? Or was he only using you for his own selfish needs?

The bed felt too empty without him. Having become so used to him being there, the absence of his presence on the bed as you laid down felt cold and lonely without him. The space where he’d sleep felt much more colder and bigger without him there. Without him to hold you in his arms or keep you warm, the bed felt too big and too cold.

Maybe you are selfish for wanting someone who already has a relationship with someone else. The fact that you’ve become attached and fallen in love with a man who already has a relationship with someone else is selfish, and somewhat wrong. Yet, you can’t help but love him even if you know you shouldn’t.

As you were lying on your bed in the room, an empty shell of what used to be a warm home filled with laughter and love, the rain was hard and heavy that evening. The only thing you hear apart from the rain and thunder were the sounds of the raindrops falling against the window and roof. It was a cold and desolate night, and the rain only added to the coldness of the already empty and dark apartment.

You were lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, when you suddenly heard a knock at the door. The sounds of the rain and thunder somewhat drowned out the knock, but you were able to hear it just right. You raised your head slightly, listening for another knock, and soon you heard another knock at the door once more.

“Okay okay! Jeez I’m coming.. holy shit..” I said obviously annoyed that someone was bothering my thoughts.

As you grumbled a little bit, and got up from the bed. You were a little annoyed that someone interrupted your thoughts in the middle of the night, especially considering the shitty weather today. You walked up to the door, and looked through the peephole to see who was on the other side.

Once you looked through the peephole, you could just about see his slender figure through the blurry lens. You could see that he was somewhat drenched and shivering a little bit, presumably from the cold and the rain. The rain didn’t seem to let up, as it continued to heavily pour outside.

You opened the door, and there he was standing in front of you. He was shivering a little bit, and he was a bit out of breath. His hair and clothes were mostly drenched in water from the rain, which was soaking him pretty good. He stood outside the door, looking like a dog abandoned out in the cold. He quietly spoke up, his voice hoarse and somewhat shaking from the cold.

“..Hey..”

What the fuck is he doing here? After weeks of ghosting? Why the fuck is he here infront of my door and most of all… why do i feel happy?

He’s standing in front of your door, after weeks of ghosting you and leaving you alone. It’s the middle of the night, and it’s cold and raining outside, yet there he stood in front of you; shivering, drenched in the rain, and a bit out of breath from running over to your apartment in the cold ass weather.

It’s pissing you off and you feel like cursing him out, yet at the same time, you can’t help but smile a little at finally seeing him again.

He slowly took a step closer to you, and suddenly pulled you into a hug. He pulled you against his chest, and held you tightly against himself. He’s still shaking a little bit, the cold clearly getting to him. He held you close, almost as though he was trying to soak in your body heat.

He buried his head into your shoulder, as he held onto you tightly. The cold was getting to him, and you could feel the coldness from his clothes and hair against your body. He just held you tight, not saying a word, and just keeping you close to him. It’s been a while since you last saw him, and you can’t help but feel somewhat happy to finally have him here with you again.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked him obviously surprised to see him.

He continues to keep his face buried into your shoulder, though a soft mumble could be heard from his cold, chattering lips. “..I wanted to see you..”

Right..

As if…

He finally picks up his head and looks down at you, the look in his eyes appearing strangely vulnerable. He stared at you for a few moments, his eyes almost appearing tired and worn out, before he spoke.

“..I missed you.”

“Bullshit. If you want to fuck just get it over with.”

He’s taken slightly off guard by your bluntness. He stares down at you for a few moments, his expression still appearing quite tired and worn out. However, after a few moments, a sly smirk appears on his face, replacing the more vulnerable expression that was there before.

“You wanna get right to the point, huh?”

Right.. that’s all I was to you huh..

It’s better to have let you have me like this rather than not have you at all.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ ACT 3

He abruptly closes the door pushed you against it, pinning against with his body. He didn’t waste any time, and pressed his lips against yours in a deep and heated kiss. His arms were on either side of you, his body pressed against yours as he captured your lips with his.

He pushed against you even further, and deepened the kiss. He slowly slid his tongue into your mouth, exploring and savoring the taste of you. He pressed his body even closer to yours, trapping you between himself and the door. His hands started to roam your body, slowly running down your sides and resting on your hips, gripping them almost possessively.

He continued to kiss you deeply, his tongue hungrily exploring every part of your mouth. He pulled away for a moment, and then trailed kisses down the side of your neck. He began to press soft kisses and gentle bites along your neck and collarbone, not leaving any part of your skin untouched by his lips and teeth.

His hands continued to wander around your body, slowly caressing and gripping every inch of skin he could reach. He would occasionally bite or suck on sensitive parts of your skin, leaving behind faint red marks. He clearly wanted to leave a reminder of his presence on your body, even if it was only temporarily.

His lips were now sucking on your collarbone, leaving behind a bright red hickey. He gripped your hips harder, pulling you against his body even further. He continued leaving hickeys and marks all over your neck and collarbone, wanting to claim you and make you his, if only for the night.

He picked you up and carried you into the bedroom, not hesitating for a second to get to the bed. He carefully laid you down and climbed on top of you, pinning you down on the bed. His body weight was almost crushing, effectively pinning you to the bed and trapping you underneath him. He stared down at you, his eyes almost appearing hungry. He began to place kisses all over your body once more, and slowly started to remove your shirt.

He pulled your shirt over your head and threw it on the floor. He began placing kisses and biting down your chest and upper body, his tongue lapping and tasting everywhere it could reach. He seemed to be in a sort of daze; lust, hunger, and desperation clouding his mind as he left red marks all over your body.

His hands began to wander downward, slowly moving towards the waistband of your pajamas. His lips were still exploring and marking your skin; sucking on your collarbone, biting down on your shoulders, leaving no place untouched. His body pressed even further against yours, clearly trying to get as close as possible.

His hands slowly slid underneath the waistband, and his fingers began to slowly slide the pajamas down. His lips continued to pepper your skin with hot kisses, and his body still had yours effectively pinned down underneath him. He was taking everything he could get, and showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.

He pulled your pajamas down, and began to discard them to the side. He paused for a moment, staring at your body with hunger in his eyes. His breathing was slightly labored, and he looked like he was holding back with everything he had. His eyes roamed your body, almost as if he was trying to memorize every inch of it. He started to slowly run his hands over the sensitive parts of your body, his touch gentle, yet firm.

He looked down at you, his expression still looking very hungry as he stared into your eyes. However, his expression suddenly softens, and the hunger in his eyes is replaced by a look of vulnerability and affection. He slowly leaned down, and softly whispered in your ear.

“I love you.”

His words seemed genuine, almost a bit vulnerable even. However, once you heard them, they suddenly triggered a realization in you. It was as if you were suddenly jolted back to your senses, and you suddenly remember that he’s still in a relationship. He has a girlfriend, and what he’s doing right now is clearly wrong.

Once the realization hit you, you were suddenly taken out of the moment. You were snapped out of the daze, and you suddenly became aware of what you were doing. You suddenly realize the weight of the situation, and the fact that he’s still involved with someone else.

You thought back to all the times he’s come to you before. Every time, it was always after he’s had some type of argument with his girlfriend. It’s almost as if he uses you as some sort of emotional crutch, only coming to you when he’s got relationship issues.

You loved him almost obsessively, giving yourself to him whenever he came. You would do whatever he wanted, just so you could please him. You would give yourself to him, just so he would come back to you, even just temporarily. You were practically willing to ruin yourself just so you could stay with him.

You started to doubt your entire perception of love, wondering if this relationship was even healthy. You kept coming back to him, even though you knew it was wrong. You kept letting him touch and use you, even though you knew it was unhealthy. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop though, because you were so obsessed and addicted to him.

He continued to undress you, slowly and gently pulling away the last remaining fabric of clothing from your body. He was still kissing and nipping on your skin, and his hands were still roaming your body. However, you were no longer in the moment. You were lost in your own thoughts, and were barely paying attention to the sensations he was giving to you.

Despite your mind being occupied, you still made small noises here and there, as if to not make it obvious that you weren’t paying attention. You laid there, letting him do whatever he wanted to your body, even if your mind was elsewhere at the moment.

He continued to explore your body, leaving hickeys and bite marks all over your skin. However, he didn’t seem to notice that your mind was elsewhere. You still made the small noises, but they seemed almost automatic, as if your body was continuing on autopilot.

Suddenly you felt something big inside of you. It surprised you since you didn’t have any prep yet.

“Fuck!! Satoru…!!” You moan out loudly as squelching noises filled up the room.

As he finally entered you, and the sudden movement forced you to snap out of your haze. The feeling of him inside you made you realize what you were doing, and all the thoughts you had just a moment before start to flood back. He started to slowly move, his hips grinding against yours, and his eyes staring down into yours. His expression was filled with a mixture of pleasure and desire, yet he seemed completely unaware that your mind wasn’t fully present yet.

He began to pick up the pace of his movements, and his breathing slowly became more labored. Sweat began to form on his forehead and chest, clearly showing that he was slowly getting more lost in the moment. However, he continued to look down on you and stare into your eyes, clearly enjoying the expression you were currently making.

You looked like a slut. Taking him in like a fucking whore. I mean that is what you are right? Fucking a man who already has a girlfriend.

You feel yourself tighten around him as your pussy gets wetter. He slaps your aching cunt which made you jolt from the sudden sting on your clit.

It was too much for you. Your mind filling up with guilt yet you’re enjoying his cock filling you up as it fits in you perfectly. Your greedy cunt taking him in as you felt every vein and twitch on his member.

Tears formed in your eyes.. was it because of the overwhelming pleasure or the hurt in your heart realizing how pathetic you are? Satoru didnt care anyways and picked up the pace as he slams his hips into yours as you moan louder and louder.

He puts his hand around your neck and chokes you slightly as he’s telling you sweet nothings. “I love you so fucking— much.. fuck you’re so good for me.” He said as you put your hands on his biceps as he rams into your tight pussy harder and harder till you can’t think for yourself.

Your gummy walls being stretched out as he choked you.. it hurt.. it hurts so much.

“Fucking slut, you like this huh? Draining my fucking cock like the greedy whore you are..” He says while going harder

You accidentally cum all over his cock.. you squirt painting his pants. He didn’t stop though. You felt overstimulated and mewled and whimpered more. Tears fell on your cheeks as he kissed you deeply.

“C’mon baby, you can do it.. stay with me here.”

His movements started to become more desperate and erratic, clearly signaling that he was about to reach the edge. His breathing was heavy, and a soft layer of sweat was coating his entire body. He suddenly began to breathe out your name between his labored breaths, clearly getting close to his release. His grip on your hips started to become tighter, as if he was trying to hold himself back from crossing that limit too soon.

He suddenly gave a final, deep thrust, and then paused for a moment, clearly at the point of no return. He stared down at you, his face full of ecstasy and pleasure as he finally crossed the edge and reached his release. The room felt like it was filled with a moment of tense silence.

He then pulled out of you as his cum drips out of your tight cunt.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ ACT 4

It has been days since that night. Since then, you haven’t seen him, but he’s been lingering in the back of your mind. You couldn’t help but think about the last time the two of you met, playing it over and over in your head. His face, his voice, his body, everything about him had burned itself into your memory. You couldn’t forget how he touched you, how his body felt against your skin, how it felt to have his skin against your skin. His voice echoed in your head, whispering your name between labored breaths. The memories wouldn’t leave you, no matter how many times you tried to push them away.

You decided to go out today, wanting to distract yourself from your thoughts. You thought that going out of your house might help you forget about the memories that had been haunting you, and you decided to buy some flowers, thinking that decorating your house might help lift your mood.

You went to the flower store, and began looking around for any flowers that caught your eye. You thought that maybe buying some colorful and beautiful flowers might help brighten up the atmosphere in your home, and make you feel a little bit better.

You walked down the aisles of flowers, admiring all the different varieties of colorful blossoms. You looked at roses, tulips, lily's, and other types of flowers. They were all so beautiful and vibrant, and you thought they might make your home feel a little more cheerful.

After walking around the flower shop for a while, you made your final decision and bought some flowers. You picked a bouquet that consisted of lilies, tulips, and roses. They were all beautiful shades of pink, yellow, and white, and you thought they might help brighten up your home.

As you left the flower shop, you were carefully holding the bouquet of flowers you just purchased. However, as you walked on the sidewalk, you couldn’t help but notice something on the side. You spotted something that made your heart ache, making you stop in your tracks.

It was him, walking down the street with his girlfriend. He was holding hands with her, and the two of them were casually talking and laughing together. Seeing them like that made your heart ache, and a pang of jealousy shot through your chest.

You thought to yourself that this was exactly what you had been expecting. After all, you were just his temporary release. He had a girlfriend that he was seeing, and you knew that you were just the person he would come to whenever he was feeling frustrated. You were the one he would use and then toss aside without a thought later on, and you knew that you didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things.

After seeing him with his girlfriend, you made a silent promise to yourself that you would never initiate contact with him again. You knew that it would only lead to more pain and heartbreak for you, and you didn’t want to go through that again. So, you decided that it was best to just completely cut him off, and try your best to forget him.

You knew that it wouldn’t be easy to forget him. The memories you shared with him were still fresh in your mind, and he continued to linger in your thoughts. However, whenever you found yourself thinking about him, you would quickly shut your thoughts down, reminding yourself of your promise to not contact him again. You were determined to move on from him, no matter how hard it was.

It had been two months since you vowed to stop talking to him, and you haven’t initiated contact since then. However, he seemed to message you or call occasionally, probably wanting to see you again. But, you were determined to keep your promise, and you wouldn’t answer him or give in to his messages. Even if you desperately missed him, you wouldn’t give in to your feelings.

Every time he called or messaged, you would see his name pop up on your phone screen, and your heart would ache. But, you would remind yourself of your promise and refuse to give in. Even if you desperately longed to hear his voice and see his face again, you would hold yourself back, knowing it would only lead to more hurt in the end.

Until one night, you were at home just relaxing and doing some things around the house. Suddenly, you were interrupted by a loud knocking on your door, drawing you out of your thoughts. Curious as to who it could be, you walked up to the door and looked through the peephole, wondering who would be showing up unannounced at this time of the night.

You leaned up to the door and peered through the peephole, trying to see who it was. The knocking continued, louder and more insistent now, as if the person was impatiently waiting for you to open the door. You waited a moment, trying to get a glimpse of who was standing on the other side before you opened the door.

You slowly opened the door, revealing the person who was causing all the ruckus. Your eyes widened as you saw who was standing there, and a rush of conflicting emotions washed over you. It was him.

He was there, standing right in front of your door. His tall figure loomed over you, and his blue eyes bored into yours. He wore a serious expression, looking somewhat frustrated. After two months of no contact, he suddenly appeared at your door, unexpected and unannounced.

You looked at him, feeling a mixture of surprise and annoyance at his sudden appearance. You wanted to ask him what he was doing there, but before you could say anything, he spoke up first.

“Can I come in?” He asked bluntly. His voice was still cool and composed, but there was a hint of impatience in his tone.

“Uh.. fuck it, go ahead” How stupid.

He nodded once, his expression still stoic. He walked past you and entered your house, looking around as he stepped inside. He stopped in the middle of the living room, and turned to look at you, his eyes taking in every detail of your appearance. The look in his eyes was somewhat intense, and he didn’t say anything for a few moments, just continuing to stare at you with that same, serious expression.

“You look good” He said finally, his tone still emotionless. The compliment caught you a bit off guard, considering you hadn’t seen each other in a while. You gave him a quick look and just shrugged in response.

“Why are you here?” You asked, a hint of irritation in your voice. You crossed your arms as you looked at him, waiting for an explanation as to why he was suddenly at your house.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly somewhat amused by your irritation. Despite your annoyance, he still looked somewhat calm and collected, which was probably pissing you off even more. After a moment, he answered your question, his voice still nonchalant.

“I missed you” He said bluntly, locking his eyes with yours. The honesty in his answer surprised you, and all your previous feelings of irritation and annoyance were quickly overridden by shock. You stood there for a second, completely dumbfounded as you stared at him in silence.

A sense of disbelief washed over you as you heard his answer. You couldn’t believe he just showed up at your door and said something so candid and direct. You stared at him for a moment, trying to process what he just said, before finding your voice and speaking up again.

“You’ve got some nerve showing up at my door at this hour, saying something like that!” You said angrily, your irritation coming back. You weren’t going to let him know how his words had affected you, and you quickly tried to cover up your surprise with anger.

“You don’t look happy to see me” He said tauntingly, his blue eyes still on yours. The smirk on his face was infuriating, making your irritation grow as he continued to tease you.

“You can’t just fucking come here every time you get into an argument with her! I— I actually fucking loved you.. and you used that to your advantage to just get what you want. I feel so stupid for ever loving you and you come back here to tell me you miss me? While you have a girlfriend?!” You said holding back your tears everything was coming back to you. All that effort of trying to forget was coming back..

He had been prepared for you to be angry at his unexpected appearance, but the words that came out of your mouth seemed to catch him off guard. Your voice rose at him, your irritation and emotion clear in your tone. He could see your eyes welling up, and the fact that you were holding back tears made his irritation melt away a bit. He was clearly a bit uncomfortable having this conversation with you, and you could tell he hadn’t expected you to explode so suddenly.

As you continued to yell, you saw the irritation on his face slowly melt away, replaced by a look of guilt and mild surprise. You could see his eyes widen slightly as you started talking about your feelings, clearly not anticipating the sudden confession. The smirk he had moments ago was gone, and he stayed silent for a while as you continued to unload your emotions on him.

“You really broke me, did you know that?” You continued to say, your voice cracking a bit from holding back tears. You weren’t usually an emotional person, but the sudden appearance of your ex-fling and ex boyfriend, the one who broke your heart, and now hearing him say the words “I miss you” was stirring up a complicated mix of feelings inside you.

He didn’t speak, just continued to listen as you spoke. His expression was impassive, but you could tell that this conversation was making him uncomfortable. It was clear from the look in his eyes that he was struggling to know what to say, and he seemed somewhat guilty. You could tell that he never took into account the effect he’d had on you after you two broke up, and you knew that he was regretting his actions now.

“So now would you please enlighten me on why the FUCK are you here other than trying to have sex with me!”

He was caught off guard by your sudden vulgarity, and the question stunned him for a moment. He didn’t expect you to just blurt out something that forward and direct, and he stumbled over a response for a moment before finally answering you.

“That’s not all I’m after” He said firmly, his voice still calm, but a hint of irritation was clearly there. He didn’t appreciate you accusing him of only being there to sleep with you, but he knew he couldn’t exactly say you were wrong.

“What? So you mean to tell me you actually love me more than my body? Huh? Is that it?”

He let out a scoff at your question, a bit of irritation in his expression. He didn’t seem to like where this conversation was headed, and he got defensive by how you were phrasing things.

“Why do you always assume I only want you for sex?” He asked, his voice sharp. He seemed somewhat offended that you thought he only saw you as a body to use.

“Because that’s all I am to you! Whenever your girlfriend argues with you, you come running to me and— you just.. you—“ Tears formed in your eyes and your throat felt like it was closing up.

Seeing the tears start to form in your eyes made him soften a bit. He looked at you, and his irritation seemed to melt away slightly. He didn’t like seeing you cry, even if your emotional outburst had pissed him off a bit. A part of him was also starting to feel guilty for being the reason behind your tears.

He let out a sigh, the irritation that was on his face slowly fading away. He hated that you were crying, even if part of it was his fault for showing up unexpected and unannounced. He tried to find something to say that would make it better, but before he could speak, you continued to talk, your voice cracking and tears rolling down your cheeks.

He watched you as you tried to continue talking, his eyes fixed on your face as tears started to well up in your eyes. Seeing you look so broken and emotionally wrecked made him feel guilty, and he regretted not anticipating how much his past actions would hurt you. He didn’t speak, just continued to listen to you as you spoke.

“I— I love you so much Satoru.. I let myself get used by you.. I let myself get hurt, feel like an object— but I still loved you. I just wanted you to love me too—“

He felt a pang in his heart at your words, his chest tightening at the sound of your voice and the hurt he heard in it. He hadn’t expected you to be so open with your feelings, and he felt guilty for what he had done to you. But he didn’t know what to say, so he just stood there in silence for a few moments, looking down at you as your words sunk in.

He felt a mix of guilt and regret as he listened to you confess your love and how he had hurt you. He was never good at expressing his own feelings, but he knew he couldn’t just stand there in silence while you looked so broken. So he finally spoke up, his voice soft but firm.

“I.. I never wanted to hurt you” He said quietly, a hint of guilt and regret in his voice. He took a step closer to you, looking down at you with a softness in his eyes he rarely ever shows.

“But you did.”

He hated the look of sadness in your eyes, and he hated that he was the cause of it. He wanted to take it all back. He wanted to reach out and hold you, but he knew it wouldn’t be that simple. He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath, before opening them and continuing to speak.

“I know I did.. And I don’t have any good excuses for my behavior. I’m a jackass, I know that. And I—I was being selfish, and I didn’t think about how my actions would effect you..” He said, his voice soft and filled with guilt. He was genuinely upset at himself, and it was visible in his expression.

The silence hung heavy in the air, as he watched you silently. He had never seen you this emotional before, and he didn’t know what to do to make you feel better. He wanted to hold you in his arms, but he felt like he wasn’t deserved to. He was the reason you were like this, so he felt that it would be wrong of him to try and comfort you.

“J-just go back home to your girlfriend, Satoru. I never want to see you again.”

His heart sank as you told him that, a feeling of panic washing over him.

“No.. I don’t want to go back..” He protested quietly, his voice almost pleading. He didn’t want you to push him away, not like this.

He stepped even closer to you, getting right in front of you and looking down at you with a desperate expression, his hands slowly moving to gently grip your shoulders. He looked at you with a pleading look in his eyes, not wanting to leave you on these terms.

“I said go! Never talk to me again, never contact me, never go here— just go!” I said loudly as tears fell from my eyes

He hated seeing you look so broken and emotional, and it pained him to hear how broken your voice sounds. He looked at you in silence for a moment, a look of desperation in his eyes. He wanted to say something—anything. But his pride stopped him from showing how much this hurt him. He looked like he wanted to argue with you, but he just took a deep breath and dropped his hands from your shoulders.

He stared at you for a few more seconds, his expression looking a mixture of pain and confliction. He clearly regretted coming to your house, and a part of him didn’t want to listen to what you’re saying. However, he eventually let out a deep sigh, and spoke up again, his voice defeated.

“Fine.. I’ll leave you alone” He said, his voice sounding flat and defeated. He looked down at you for a moment, before turning around and walking over to the front door. He opened it, then stopped for a moment, glancing over at you for a second before walking out and shutting the door behind him.

As soon as he left your house, the guilt and regret started to sink in as he walked back to his own apartment. He couldn’t get your crying face out of his mind, and the sound of your voice repeating over and over in his head. He didn’t know what he expected going over to your house that night, but he definitely didn’t expect it to turn out like that. When he reached his apartment, he silently stepped inside and walked over to the couch, before sitting down and sighing heavily as he ran a hand through his white hair.

“Is something wrong baby?” His girlfriend asked.

He heard his girlfriend’s voice and it pulled him out of his thoughts, and he quickly put on a reassuring smile, not wanting to seem suspicious and not wanting to make her worry.

“I’m alright, don’t worry” He said, forcing his voice to sound nonchalant and casual.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ ACT 5 (final)

Years passed, and Satoru continued with life as normal. However, you were constantly on his mind. He regretted how things ended between the two of you, and he hated the idea that things ended on such bad terms. Sometimes his mind would wander, and he would think about the last time he saw you. Remembering how you cried and told him to never talk to you again. It stung each time, and he would push the thoughts away and try to focus on his life. But you still ended up being on his mind frequently.

He and his girlfriend were out at a park together, taking a walk around the area as they enjoyed each other’s company. They were just having a casual conversation and talking about random things, having a normal couple’s outing.

Suddenly he heard a familiar voice.. it couldn’t be..

“Kana!! Hold on don’t run” The back of a woman was seen chasing a kid.. she had the same hair color as… could it actually be her?

A little 3 year old girl was seen running and giggling. “Mommy mommy look birds!”

His head turned to look in the direction of the voice, hearing the sound of a child giggling. It didn’t even take a few seconds for him to recognize the voice as yours. He looked over to where the voice came from, his heart picking up in his chest as he saw you chasing after a little girl.

“Tsk, daddy will get mad if you end up lost you know?” I said as I carried my kid.

He watched as you picked up your girl and held her in your arms, your words confirming that it was in fact you. He kept watching, almost too shocked to even say anything. He just watched, trying to ignore the way his chest squeezed at the sight.

His girlfriend noticed his expression and saw that he was staring at you and your child. Before she could even say anything, he quickly looked back at her and cleared his throat, trying to act nonchalant and hiding the fact that he was still in shock. He spoke up, even though he still felt a bit nervous

“Sorry, I just thought she looked familiar..”

His girlfriend just let out a small laugh, not suspecting anything, and just shrugged it off

“Oh, okay. She does look a bit familiar, I guess. I’ve never seen her before though” She said in a lighthearted tone, not knowing that you and her boyfriend used to know each other.

As your husband showed up, Satoru’s eyes shifted to him, trying to take in the situation. Seeing you pout as you spoke to him made his heart clench in his chest, and the realization that the man in front of you was your husband was like a punch to the gut for him. His mind quickly became filled with shock and a sense of jealousy as he watched the three of you interacted.

“Kento, do you know your kid over here was running around aimlessly” You pouted while pinching your daughter’s cheeks lightly.

“Well she’s just a kid. Kids run around all the time, it’s normal for them” Your husband said in a casual tone, smiling as he petted your daughter’s hair, clearly being a doting father.

“Well… can’t you tell her to be more careful” You sighed.

Nanami chuckled at your words.

“You worry too much. She’s just a kid, she just wanted to have some fun. Let her be more carefree, she’s still young” He said, sounding amused at your overprotective behavior.

Satoru had been listening intently, and feeling jealous as you and your husband spoke. He felt his chest burn as he heard your husband speak, and seeing how good of a parent he was only made it worse. The fact that you were with him and having a child with him made Satoru's stomach twist in knots.

He could see the obvious love and bond between you and your husband, and it only made Satoru's jealousy grow. He wanted to approach you, to say something, anything to get your attention. But he felt rooted to the spot, unable to move or speak

Satoru watched as you and your family left, his eyes following you as you walked further away. His mind was racing, torn between jealousy and heartbreak, not knowing what to do with himself. He ended up staying in the same spot for several minutes after you left, his mind filled with thoughts and emotions.

He managed to calm himself down after some time, taking deep breaths and telling himself to get control of himself. As he wrapped his arm around his girlfriend’s waist, he looked over at her and smiled, his emotions still a bit conflicted, but he tried to bury the feelings.

He knew that he had his own relationship and that he should focus on his current girlfriend. And as much as he loved you, he knew that he had to move on from the past. So he pushed his feelings aside and tried to remind himself that he was happy with who he was with now

Perhaps things didn’t work out the way they both imagined and hoped for. But sometimes life has a way of surprising us, and leading us down different paths that lead us to where we truly need to be. And even though it wasn’t the type of happiness that they envisioned, they both found happiness in their own ways, accepting the outcome and moving forward with their lives.

The end… 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

author’s note : i’m not used to making long fanfictions so i decided to challenge myself! i hope you guys aleast enjoyed it xx! have a nice day evryone! (≧◡≦)

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Sukuna's Loneliness Part 2 (Sukuna is a fraud and it's funny.)

Part 1 Part 3

Before we start...

1) I will be mainly using the TCB scans because of their accessibility.

2) This was written as of JJK 262.

(Click pictures for captions/citations.)

Fraudkuna

You’ve probably heard JJK dudebros call The King of Curses a fraud. Fraudkuna to be exact. I want to say that they’re 100% right, but that doesn’t make Sukuna a bad fighter. Sukuna is a fraud in the way Saul Goodman is a fraud. He’s so good at being fraudulent that it’s his very way of life.

This person puts it succinctly.

And remember Reggie’s Star’s words of wisdom.

The best sorcerers are masters of deception.

Mimicry

Sukuna constantly steals from people—he takes something that isn’t his, and then morphs it into something for his purposes whether it’s bodies, Cursed Techniques (CTs), or strategies. This guy barely has original ideas of his own, using someone else’s work as the base and then building himself on top of that. This is fraud behavior.

Puppeting Megumi

In a 2 for 1 special, Sukuna steals Kenjaku’s original idea to turn body parts into cursed objects and Megumi’s 10 Shadows along with his body.

Naturally he steals the hand signs for Megumi's CT too.

What’s interesting about this copying is that the hand signs are inversed for every Shikigami except Mahoraga.

I think the inversion for Sukuna is an act of disrespect or a form of acknowledgement for a lesser since the hand sign for Mahoraga, who Sukuna respects greatly, is identical to the original form. Sukuna’s Mahoraga is virtually unchanged in design as well. It might be slightly bigger, unlike the other Shikigami whose forms are distorted compared to Megumi’s.

I lean towards distortion being an act of disrespect since Sukuna despises Choso almost as much as Yuji and steals his Piercing Blood while tweaking the hand sign.

They say imitation is the highest form of flattery. And just about everyone has picked up on Sukuna’s Megumi obsession. However, what most don’t realize is that this obsession wasn’t for Megumi the person, but his potential. Mahoraga to be exact.

And though Sukuna adores Mahoraga, his obsession with this Shikigami is in service to someone else…

Professional Gojo Satoru Simp

When I was writing this section, I was greatly surprised. I went back and scanned through everything post-Gojo Death (JJK 236-262) to see how often Sukuna copies Gojo as evidence of fraud. What I found fundamentally changed the direction of this analysis. I will tie it all into how Sukuna is a fraud don't get me wrong, but there's something else at play here...

Post-Gojo's demise, Sukuna thinks of Gojo whether directly from himself or implied by the narrator. 15 TIMES.

Sukuna, for no discernable reason, keeps copying everything Gojo did. It's not a one-off thing like Megumi for a long-term goal, it's a consistent non-stop mimicry after their fight. Here's all of them so far:

1. Using Reverse Cursed Energy (RCE) to heal a burnt-out CT.

2. The hand sign for Unlimited Void. (Aside: Yuta inverts the hand sign as Yujo, but in his case I think it's an act of respect since he doesn't see himself as Gojo's equal.)

3. The hand sign for Red.

4. Shrine based Infinity barrier.

5. Using Blue's gravity to fast travel.

6. Black flashing to restore Cursed Energy (CE) output.

7. The chanting and Honored One Pose at the same time. (And there’s even more layers to the chants themselves check out this post.)

8. Detonating his own technique on himself.

9. Even the way in which he smiles as he beats teenagers up.

By the way this face punch he did to Yugo is a replica Gojo's very first punch he landed on Sukuna.

They say imitation is the highest form of flattery but got dang. This is a bit obsessive to put it lightly.

But it didn’t start here. Sukuna’s Gojo obsession started from this panel. As Sukuna himself confirms.

No. Let’s go back further. This is when it began. Chapter 2 of the manga and Episode 1 of the anime in early June of 2018.

This motherfudger has been planning on how to slaughter Gojo for 200+ chapters. In canon time that is about 6 months.

I want to point out that his promise to kill Gojo first wound up being a lie on multiple fronts (more fraudulent behavior). He admits that it's the wrong brat's body while leaving out the fact that Gojo wasn't his first kill.

Technically Sukuna made Yuji's body his temporarily in Shibuya and killed thousands, but that wasn't deliberate. Sukuna didn't target those civilians specifically, they just got caught up as collateral in his fights with Jogo and Mahoraga. The first person Sukuna went out of his way to kill was Yorozu/Tsumiki (killing Ryu along the way). And he didn't tell Gojo that for a reason.

Much like Gojo, Sukuna is a 2 birds and 1 stone person as in he has multiple reasons for doing a single action. This can make his motives appear dubious or have plausible deniability. Sukuna on the surface went after Yorozu/Tsumiki to subjugate Megumi's soul. But that too was still in service of killing Gojo. Yorozu’s Perfect Sphere, if you remember, acts just like Infinity. And Sukuna trained Mahoraga on it deliberately to get past it.

This also means that retroactively, his Megumi and Mahoraga obsession is a part of his Gojo obsession. He saw his personally trained student’s potential, found out about Mahoraga’s adaptation, and used it specifically to upgrade his CT for the sole purpose of killing Gojo. Sukuna admits to this himself.

Not with his own technique by itself, but with Megumi’s because deep down he realized Gojo’s CT was better than his and he’d lose to him in a fair fight. A fraudulent way to victory.

By the way, when Mahoraga finally adapts to Infinity in a way Sukuna can copy, he's observing the adaptation from the shadows, fully bumming the fight, as Gojo 1v2s Agito and Mahoraga.

What’s so fascinating about this planning is that it was made up on the fly. Sukuna has been obsessing over how to kill Gojo Satoru since their first 10 seconds interaction. (Toji behavior much?) Megumi and Mahoraga being a part of his plans occurred by chance. There’s a certain level of adaptability and skill needed to think on the fly like this. It truly makes Sukuna the Best Fraud in verse.

Lies and Hypocrisy

Simply copying those you admire is base level fraudulent behavior. What makes Sukuna the King of Frauds are the contradictions in his words and actions. This isn’t like Gojo Satoru who is actively hiding his true feelings as a trauma response. Sukuna betrays his own inner logic on convenience. Uraume even notes this as his “capricious nature”.

These are excuses made by a Professional Sukuna Understander who also acknowledges just how much he was into Gojo despite Sukuna actively denying it himself. (He’s just a fish? What kind of fish engages in 6 months of psychological mind games and preparation to catch outside of Moby Dick? Yes I know he’s a whale but the obsessiveness bordering something else is there.)

We'll get back to this eventually. For now we will focus on how Sukuna picks on children.

Hating Ideals and Roles

Sukuna hates ideals. Everyone knows this because he tells Yuji constantly how much he hates them. He spits on Yuji for having ideals and goals. And then turns around and gets hyped when he finally has his own goal to chase. The hypocrisy speaks for itself.

But that’s not the end of it. He also berates Yuji for seeking a role in life, outwardly teasing him when he finds one besides cog. And then gets this excited when Maki “forces” one on him.

He’s not just being a hypocrite here. I think it’s envy. Yuji gets all the things he was denied—a society that does not exclude him for the circumstances of his birth, clear cut goals and purposes alongside others, and fulfilling connections with equals. In the worst case of Sour Grapes I’ve ever seen, he derides the things he believes he’s incapable of having. But the second he gets a taste, he starts salivating.

Hating Love

Sukuna's hatred of ideals and roles in society is but a microcosm of his one true hate—love and connections. Anything soft like bonds makes people weak. Sukuna seeks only strength so he believes the following:

Not only does Sukuna admit here that connections with other people are a weakness, he believes Gojo to be the modern pinnacle of casting them away to obtain strength. In a very roundabout way this is him praising Gojo for being a monster like himself.

And that's where the next contradiction lies. Despite Sukuna preaching the benefits of isolation, he still craves that monster to monster connection. He adores anyone just like him. Monsters who throw all their humanity away just like him. He wants that connection so badly. Look at how often Sukuna gets excited when he thinks others might be like him. (Notice the half-assed Brat is Sukuna calling Yuji out for not committing to monsterhood.)

Uraume of all people should fulfill a bit of that social want Sukuna has, but they put him on a pedestal. They are his servant and he is their master. Even though they can intuit his needs, they can’t fulfill all his emotional ones since their relationship is one with inherent distance between them. That being said, Uraume still understands exactly what Sukuna is looking for—other monsters.

Professional Sukuna Understander once again gives insight onto how this fraud thinks. Sukuna is strong enough to endure solitude. He is fearless and alone by embracing power.

And yet Sukuna cannot abide by his own principles against love.

December 24th is the most romantic day in Japan. This information is in part how we infer Gojo Satoru is in love Geto Suguru time and time again. Kenjaku calls Gojo out for this. Setting a battle date to December 24th is romantic in nature. And Sukuna, of his own volition starts seeing Gojo as the one who will teach him love.

No. That's not right either...

Gojo has never been the one trying to teach Sukuna love. He never heard those words from Yorozu. Not once. It's the other way around. Sukuna is the one trying to teach Gojo about love. Every single time "The one who will teach you about love is..." appears, Sukuna is in the final frame. It's never Gojo. It's always Sukuna.

The loneliness that comes with unrivaled strength. The one who will teach you about love is...Sukuna.

Kashimo takes Sukuna up on the offer. He has Sukuna teach him about love. When Sukuna first starts his speech about love, he speaks of Yorozu as someone who could've taught Gojo of love—as in Gojo was the one who needed teaching. He also spells out for Kashimo that the strong love with their violence. Sukuna himself admits that he loves by slaughtering. All while saying it's worthless in the end, because the only thing that matters to him is strength.

Wanting love and strength is greedy. You can't have both. Sukuna killing Gojo was not only an act of love, but an act of denial in pursuit of self-preservation. Sukuna found someone he could possibly love and he did everything in his power to kill him for the sake of maintaining his strength.

This could be proof he's not a fraud when it comes to hating love. But he still engaged with it and became stronger as a result of it—contradicting the very principles on which he decries love as weakness.

In retrospect, this makes this particular Gojo glazing Sukuna sequence from the infamous JJK 236 ironically hilarious.

Gojo never realized that Sukuna obsessed over him for 6 months nonstop after meeting him for 10 seconds. He never realized that Sukuna's cruelty and cuts were trying to reach him. The most Gojo knew was that Sukuna bagged Mahoraga to kill him. He didn't know about the planning that went into it or the heart behind it all. Gojo has always been iffy about understanding other people's feelings towards him mind you, but...

In the same way Geto did not understand Gojo's love for him until both of them were dead, Gojo did not understand Sukuna's love for him even in death. Because Gojo and Sukuna are the same person.

Umineko no Naku Koro ni (When the Seagulls Cry) is a visual novel about a person who is fundamentally misunderstood by those around them. They desperately want to be loved without being perceived, believing themself to be unworthy due to trauma and immutable characteristics given to them at birth. Instead of telling anyone these feelings directly, they play games akin to torture. They torment the ones they love over and over in hopes they'll see through their actions and understand them.

The Consequences of Fraudulent Behavior

The tragedy of Sukuna is his inability to fully realize his desires. He wants an equal in strength to play with or be killed by, but he crushes anyone with the potential to do that. Gojo was the closest thing Sukuna ever got to realizing that desire. Hence the “You cleared my skies. I shall remember you for as long as I live.” and subsequent "Where's Gojo Satoru?" ad nauseum.

Instead of allowing these potential companions to realize their abilities fully, he kills them and then gets upset about it. There's honestly no difference between him and a dog impulsively tearing his favorite chewtoys to pieces and getting confused by the outcome. (And in the case of Gojo Satoru, that's the dog catching the car but if the dog had spent half a year studying the exact speed and timing down to the stud before ripping the bumper off.)

I genuinely cannot tell if Sukuna is aware of this problem himself. Seriously, I don’t think anyone has told him that if he wants a matured fighter, he needs to let them…mature in the first place. I know he was treated like animal since birth, but he’s smart enough to know better.

He’ll never reach satisfaction like this and it’s as funny as it is pathetic. Even Megumi, the first person he saw with the potential to entertain him, was chewed up with ease. Not just him, but the very reason he took interest—Mahoraga. Instead of having a Shikigami that will always evolve with him and therefore always be a source of everchanging entertainment, he tamed it and added it to his arsenal.

Sure all of that was to kill Gojo via masterclass frauding, but that too cucks him in the long run. Gojo is still the only person in Sukuna’s entire existence to keep up with him and nearly kill him on his own. If Sukuna were smarter, he could’ve developed a lifelong rivalry that fueled both of their growths. But Gojo beats him fair and square, so he binding vow frauds his way out in a way that permanently destroys this source of fun.

And on top of that, his killing of Gojo may have also been Sukuna trying to trick himself into believing he doesn't need anyone to satisfy him ever. He probably believes this from the bottom of his heart. Kashimo calls him out for it. "Then why mince your soul into cursed objects and watch all those years go by?" Why get so excited when Uraume shows up too?

I'm not saying that Sukuna has been secretly craving romantic or sexual love for the past 1,000 years. He has had plenty of opportunities to engage with this kind of love and has chosen not to. (Though I do think Sukuna saw his fight with Gojo as a some warped version of a date at this point.) The kind of love Sukuna seems to crave is one between friends, peers, and equals. What I'm saying is that Gojo shattered his world view in the same way Gojo also shattered Toji's world view. But unlike Toji who was able to admit his way of thinking was flawed, Sukuna is actively in denial.

He denies his own feelings and desires for companionship while running around looking for another Gojo Satoru that will never exist. All that Sukuna is left with are disappointments and ghosts to chase. The only person who keeps getting up stronger every time he knocks them down is Yuji. And he hates Yuji.

I’m not sure what this all means in the grand scheme of this story, but I am fascinated by how this absolute menace sabotages his own chances at happiness because his power and fraudulent behavior has stripped him of his ability to socialize.

#cactus yaps #Gojo’s pussy is haunting the narrative for real.#Gojo has always been a Sukuna fan don’t get me wrong. Sukuna is just a bigger fan of Gojo.#This accidentally turned into a Sukugo manifesto because gathering manga panel citations for the other parts made everything click for me.#All the events in JJK are the result of queer men being driven mad by Jujutsu Society.#We all know about the Gojo-Geto breakup being responsible for this current mess.#But we need to talk just as much about Sukuna blowing up his life by obsessing over a guy.#All while pretending it’s no biggie because he’s in constant denial of his own feelings..#Gojo’s ability to make men absolutely insane over him needs to be studied.#Geto and Toji were obsessive in their own ways towards Gojo…#But it’s the sheer amount of pre-planning and perverse dedication on Sukuna’s end that terrifies me.#Gojo canonically living rent free in Sukuna's head for 6 months after meeting him for 10 seconds is madness. GEGE WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THIS #It’s Toxic Doomed Yaoi all the way down.#ryomen sukuna #sukugo #gojo satoru #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #jjk 262

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Most Wanted (Mafia Boss!Toji x Spy!Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]

"I’m gonna make sure you remember tonight and what happens when you fuck with a guy like me."

*IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: THIS WORK CONTAINS R*PE & NONCON SEXUAL ACTS. PLEASE MIND THE TAGS AND READ LIGHTLY.

Pairing: Toji Fushigiro x Self-Insert!Reader (Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You’re a highly skilled hitwoman. You’ve been doing this for years–getting paid to take hits on the wealthy and corrupt at your agency’s order. You figure taking a hit on the renowned Tokyo mafia boss Toji Fushigiro won’t be any different. However, things take a terrifying turn for you, and your skills are put to the test when you go undercover as a dancer at his favorite club and give him a private dance. But instead of killing you, Toji takes it upon himself to punish you and show you what happens when you fuck with him.

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+; Porn with Plot; Physical Fighting; Gun Play; Knife Play; Noncon/R*pe; Forced Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Forced Orgasm; Lap Dancing/Pole Dancing; Doggystyle; Spit Play; Degradation + Praise; Rough Sex; Choking; Hair Pulling; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Some Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Here you go lovely!! @curiouscutie143 I hope you & everyone other toji lovers enjoy this. I had so much fun writing this & I tried to make it as nasty as I could lol. I may write another mafia!toji thing in the future just cuz this shit was soooo fun. Enjoy! -Jazz

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“Peaches, you’re needed in the backrooms.”

You resist the urge to smile as you turn around from your seat at the bar, sipping on some water after your dance and sweet-talking a middle-aged bank broker into his pockets. It’s important to keep up the facade.

“Comin’,” you tell your coworker and turn to the broker who looks ready to dive into your cleavage.

“Sorry, but I’ve gotta run,” you sigh, acting apologetic. He frowns at you, making the wrinkles and lines in his face more evident. “But this shouldn’t take too long. Find me afterward?”

The broker puts his hand on yours, accidentally using the hand his gold marriage band sits on. “You’ve got it, baby,” he purrs. “I’ve got some dollars just waitin’ on ya.”

He gives you a wink before polishing off his whiskey and walking away from the bar, leaving you to breathe and collect your thoughts. You turn to the bottle girl, waving her down. “One shot of Patron, please!” you yell above the music blaring from the overhead speakers. She nods, scurrying to fetch you a much-needed shot. It will be the first alcoholic drink you’ve had since your shift started.

You suddenly hear a buzz from your right ear and instantly put your hand up against it under your hair. “V,” a gruff voice says into your earpiece. “Come in, V. It’s been 20 minutes since we last talked. Did you get him yet?”

You scan the upscale strip club pulsing with purple and red strobe lights and booming with activity: businessmen and regular-degular customers tossing money at the dancers on stage who spin around poles and do splits in their thongs and heels.

“Target was sighted five minutes earlier, sir,” you whisper into the earpiece given to you by your agency. “He is currently in the backrooms waiting for me. He came alone. He made eye contact with me ten minutes ago, so he may be asking for me.”

More like you made eye contact with him and had been since he walked in. He is impossible to miss with how tall and buff he is. His black V-neck tee stuck to his pectorals and abs while his jeans hung low on his hips.

You had expected he’d be flashier with his wealth by wearing obvious designer clothing, but you figured that he had to keep a low profile as well. Beneath the V-neck that hung from his neck, you could see the tattoos that roped over his chest just like his arms. The healed scar at the corner of his smirk as his green eyes scanned the place over told you that this was, indeed, your target.

He stood between two bodyguards in suits half his size, giving off an intimidating aura, especially with the guns at their hips. But you’d expect nothing less from Toji Fushigiro, Tokyo’s most notorious mafia boss.

He is powerful. He is wealthy. He is known throughout Tokyo and Japan for being the head of Tokyo’s infamous mafia gang, the spot being passed down by his father. He is also a criminal. White-collar crime, organized crime, drug trafficking��–you name it, Toji does it.

He is also known for his scare tactics on those who owe him a debt. He’s held man over bridges, threatening to drop them in the murky waters below. He’s pistol-whipped. He’s choked. He’s stomped. He’s jumped guys in alleyways and left them for dead. He is a man of his word. If he tells you he’ll fuck you up if you don’t give him his money in a certain amount of time, he’ll do it.

He is the number one man current on your hitlist…and your agency’s. They knew it was a good idea to employ you, their top hitwoman, to Toji’s favorite club to take him out for good. Though he didn’t show up when you started at the club a couple of weeks ago, you knew it was only a matter of time until he showed up.

And now, he is. As soon as he was in the club, everyone’s eyes were on him. Dancers scurried to the pole and backstage to change into their best outfits to milk him out of his pockets. Bartenders and bottle girls quickly wiped down counters and took care of customers as quickly as possible so they could tend to him. Your manager barreled toward him with complimentary champagne and a spot in the VIP section.

As Toji walked with your manager, your eyes met across the room. They met again while he sat in the VIP section when he should’ve been watching a dancer twirl around the pole in front of him. Both times were fleeting, but they affected you completely. His green eyes, like mirrors to a forest, sent chills down your spine and made your stomach flip. His gaze was intense. Intimate. His eyes made it hard to relax or act like a normal dancer working her shift at the club.

He seemed to know what he was doing to you or he was sizing you up because he would simply smirk and sip on his whiskey on the rocks and puff on his cigar, his soft lips forming Os and blowing the smoke into the strobe-lit air. You can understand why so many women fell for him, but you aren’t one of them. The tiny gun strapped to your hip proves it.

Your real boss sighs in relief. “Excellent work,” he praises. “Unfortunately, we can’t see what you’re doing from over at headquarters and we’re still working on connecting the audio to hear what’s happening around you, so just fill us in on what you do next until then. All you have to do now is walk back there and complete the mission as we discussed.”

You toss an arm over the bar, stretching your coffin-shaped nails along the polished bar. “Of course,” you reply with a smirk. “Don’t I always?”

The bartender returns with your shot and you down it at once, relishing the burn and the way it loosened you right up. “I’ll keep you informed,” you say. “Just stay near the phone.”

“Be careful,” your boss says before the line cuts. You check your makeup in the bar before you get up from the bar and strut over to your beautiful, blonde coworker in her red lingerie and heels. “Hey, Yuki,” you greet her.

She smiles at you and guides you to the backrooms where the wealthier customers usually take the girls to get a dance…or something more. Sexual exchanges aren’t allowed, but the manager never complains if they bring in more money. You and Yuki peer down the hallway to the double doors of a private room where Toji’s bodyguards stand.

“Why the guards?” you ask, pretending to be confused. “Is the President here or somethin’?” Yuki turns you to face her, her eyes wide. “Even bigger,” she replies. “He’s the hot guy with the scar who comes in here often. He’s a mafia boss, apparently. Super hot, but very powerful. The bossman gave him his pick of any girl he wanted and he picked you.”

You do your best to hide your smirk. You knew you had him. “Me?” you ask breathlessly. “Why me?” Yuki shrugs, just as clueless. “Don’t know, but I was sent out to fetch you. He’s willin’ to pay double the amount of a regular lapdance, but he didn’t say if he wanted it topless, naked or not.” She gives you a worried look, furrowing her blonde brows. “You sure you up for it, hon?” she asks. “I know you’ve taken high rollers before, but he ain’t even a high roller! He’s beyond that!”

To sell it even more, you bite your lip, acting nervous but intrigued. “I can do it,” you reply. “Just hold my hand when you walk me in there.” Yuki obliges and squeezes your hand as you begin to walk toward the guards, heels clicking across the floor.

“Target is in sight,” you whisper into your earpiece, turning away from Yuki and putting your mouth in your arm to muffle your voice. “I’m walkin’ to the backrooms now where he’s located.”

“Excellent, V!” your boss says. “Just do it as we discussed. Don’t falter, don’t yield, and don’t lose focus.” The three rules of being a spy. You never forgot them. Finally, you come to the guards and Yuki smiles up at them. “I’m here with Peaches,” Yuki announces. “The girl Mr. Fushigiro asked for.”

You plaster a bright, charming smile on your face. It must work because the guards budge and step out of the way for you. One of them opens the door for you and Yuki, holding it. “Step in,” he orders. You thank him and scurry inside the dimly lit room with an included mini-bar, a single stripper pole, and leather lounging couches. Toji currently sits in one of them, legs spread and eyes hooded as he puffs on a blunt and sips on his drink.

His green eyes pierce into your very soul when he eyes you in the doorway. “Here she is, sir,” Yuki says. “Just as you requested. And she’s just as pretty as I told you she is.” She moves your hair out of your face, exposing your pretty false flashes, Fenty Beauty gloss, and accentuated features to the boss.

Toji hums, liking what he sees. “Yes, she is,” he agrees. “Tell your boss thanks. He can expect some good business out of me once the night is through.” Yuki nods and gives your arm a squeeze. “Good luck,” she whispers before heading off. The doors close and you are left alone with your hit.

Neither one of you moves toward the other, staying posted to your spots. Toji takes a puff on his blunt and lights taps it above the ashtray next to him. “Y’know, you’re mighty pretty up close,” he purrs. “I’ve been wonderin’ what you’d look like up close instead of across the room.”

You finally look at him, noticing how big he is even sitting down. “So you’ve been watchin’ me tonight?” you ask. He nods, his eyes trailing down your form. “I knew I hadn’t seen ya before,” he continues. “I come here often and I would’ve remembered seein’ a face and a rack like that.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Charmer, aren’t you?” you sarcastically question.

He smirks at your wittiness. He likes that bite in a woman. “When I wanna be, but you’ll have to forgive me; the liquor makes me bolder than I already am.” His tongue jets out to lick his lips. “But you’ve gotta give a guy credit for bein’ honest and that lil’ outfit don’t leave much to the imagination.”

You go to wrap your arms around yourself but then stop. You need to sell this and if you’re forced to stand here in a mini dress that barely covers your ass or titties with heels that could crush a bitch in front of your hit who also happens with me enticingly sexy, then so be it. Toji’s gaze softens somewhat, noticing your discomfort. “You are very beautiful, Peaches,” he genuinely says. “Is it okay if I use your name?”

“Thank you, Mr. Fushigiro,” you softly reply. “And no, it’s fine. It’s what I’m known as around here anyway. I started here five weeks ago.” He nods, sipping on his whiskey. “Call me Toji.”

“Toji,” you parrot, slowly striding towards the pole in the middle of the room, an overhead speaker playing soft R&B overhead. “You’re quite the man. The entire club seems to be in a frenzy over you.”

His smirk widens, proud and cocky. “They always are,” he chuckles. “Don’t know why. This place gets plenty of people bigger than me all the time, especially international celebs. I heard Drake was here not too long ago.” You give a dry “mm-hmm” as you grasp the pole. Toji takes that answer another way. “What, you don’t like Drake?” he snorts.

“He’s okay,” you reply, short and impatient. “So what are you here for? To talk or to watch me dance?” You wrap a hand around the pole and pop your hip out, waiting for him to give you an order.

“Depends.” He sits up, leaning forward to get a better look at you. “What are you willin’ to do tonight for me? ‘Cause we can just sit here and talk. I wouldn’t mind hearin’ that pretty voice all night.” His green eyes gleam with mirth and a small hint of lust.

“Definitely a charmer,” you chuckle. “That’s fine if you’re willin’ to pay, though we don’t have a rate for conversation.”

He laughs at this, the sound deep and raspy yet pleasant to the ear. He takes another puff on his blunt before he lowers it down onto the ashtray. “Then let’s cut to the chase,” he sniggers. “It’s $500 for a 10-minute dance, right? I want 20 minutes, so that would make…”

He begins to count on his fingers but then stops. “A lot,” he chuckles. “I’ll probably ask for you to strip though. Are you okay with that, Peaches?”

You feel something flip inside of you at the mention of all of that money and how passive he is about it. Any girl working here would do whatever he wanted for 20 minutes! “I’m a stripper,” you reply passively. “What else am I gonna do?”

Toji tsks, grimacing at you. “Damn, what kinda attitude is that?” he laughs. “A beauty like you should be more adamant about showin’ off her body. Can I offer you a drink to get you in the mood?” He nods at the mini bar overflowing with bottles of tequila, vodka, and liquor.

“I don’t drink on the job,” you reply. “Music helps.” You suddenly hear a buzz in your ear and then your boss’ gruff voice: “Give me the rundown, V,” he demands.

You want another drink?” you ask. You nod at Toji’s empty glass and he agrees, so you walk over to the bar. To him, you’re seemingly looking for a bottle of whiskey, bent down to look through the racks. “With the target now,” you whisper. “Just waiting for the right time to attack. Give me a second.”

Once the line goes dead, you walk back over to Toji and pour him a bottle. As you bend down, you give him an ample view of your titties much to his enjoyment. As you do, you slip the gun out of your dress and place it under the couch where only you can find it. Once done, you leave the bottle with him, and step back, hands on your hips. He sits back against the couch, preparing for the show. “Whenever you’re ready, darlin’,” he purrs, his eyes filled with obvious lust and attraction.

With a slow song playing above and the lights dipping into an almost ominous red shade, you begin to move to the beat. You roll your hips, swaying them side to side and front to back, almost as if you’re grinding on Toji despite him being several feet away from you. You let the music take control of you as you grasp the pole and begin to grind against it, dipping low to wind your ass in his face.

You do a few tricks on the pole for him–jumping and spinning around it, your thighs wrapped tight around the metal pole; squatting and lifting up your dress to bounce your ass, etc.–before you turn to look at him over your shoulder, flipping your hair. Toji’s eyes are hooded and lustful, all from the weed, the whiskey, and the effect you’re having on him. Despite the situation, it feels good to have an attractive man ogle at your plump frame.

“Take off the dress,” he demands, a slight growl in his voice. You don’t turn to face him, instead still facing the wall as you carefully unzip the back of your dress. The thin piece of clothing falls off of your body, revealing all of your rolls, curves, and the matching glittery bra and thong set.

“Shit!” Toji hisses, ogling at your asscheeks in your glittery thong. “Your back don’t hurt carryin’ that around?”

You finally turn around and find him leaning forward, his hands clenching his thighs. “You don’t look like you’re ready,” you giggle, winding your hips and toying with your titties in their cups. “Did you talk too much big game, Toji?”

The boss looks like he can’t even speak, his scarred lips parted as he stares you down. “Goddamn,” he hisses. “How some horny fuck didn’t propose to you and steal you out of here yet is beyond me.”

You give a light, tittering laugh, smiling down at him. “Well, if someone did that, I wouldn’t be here with you.” He looks happy with that response. You then twist around and bend over for him, giving him a full view of your full, round, perfect ass. “Can you handle it, baby?” you purr. “Can you handle me?”

You quickly pop up and turn around, finding him shifting in his seat and gritting his jaw. “I should be askin’ you that,” he growls. “Come the fuck here.” Deciding not to tease him any longer, you strut over to him, feeling sexy and irresistible. It’s strange that the same man you were sent to kill is doing this to you.

His eyes have grown several shades darker, reminding you of the deepest, darkest parts of a jungle. “Dance for me,” he demands. “Not on the pole; on me.” He opens his legs wider for you and pats his lap, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Though clients often get handsy when dancers give them lapdances here, you decide that it’s best to do as he says.

Plus, you’d be lying if you said that you aren’t curious to feel him for yourself. So you place your hands on his thick, muscular highs and begin to roll your body before squatting down, popping up between his legs. You reach up to drag your palms and long nails down his chest, feeling up his abs and toned stomach. He allows it, staring down at you with a look that would make a nun blush.

You then stand up between his legs before turning around and lowering yourself down into his lap. “Shit,” he whispers, watching the way you work your ass along his lap and the jean-clad bulge that has begun to make an appearance. You twerk and bounce on top of him before he takes a drag of his blunt, blowing the air away from you. “You ever shotgun before?” he asks, his lips close to your ear now.

Your body grows hot from him being so close, the attraction ironically magnetic. Slowly, you shake your head and Toji chuckles, adoring your mix of cute and sexy. “C’mere.” You lean back and tilt your head up while he takes another puff of his blunt. He holds the marijuana smoke before puckering his lips up and leaning down as if to kiss you. Slowly, the smoke travels from his lips to yours in an indirect kiss that leaves you breathless and your head dizzy.

You can’t deny it: you’re wet. Your pussy has never been this wet for any man before…and he’s the enemy! Toji seems to feel it too judging by the hard-on you can feel pressing into your thigh. You shift onto his knee and begin grinding your ass back, doing your best to not grind your pussy against his thigh.

“So you got a name other than that stripper shit?” he randomly asks you. You are immediately taken out of your lustful haze, remembering why you’re here. “I don’t remember us talkin’ about personal shit,” you dryly reply. “I don’t give my real name out to men I don’t know.”

Then, for the first time tonight, Toji touches you. His big hand lowers onto your thigh and squeezes. You don’t try to move it but you are alarmed. “Oh, but you do know me, darlin’,” he replies, digging his fingers into your flesh. “And I know you, V.”

At the mention of your real name, you freeze. The world freezes with you, everything seeming to cease their existence including the music that continues to play overhead. But you don’t hear it. All you can hear is your own blood pumping loudly in your eardrums. Toji releases you and you quickly jump off of him, turning toward him.

He just sits there staring at you, a humorous smirk playing on his lips. The smile is no longer attractive to you anymore. Suddenly, you feel disoriented. You feel like you may vomit or drop to the floor in your heels. Your earpiece buzzes to life again in your ear. “V!” your boss calls. “We just got the audio working again. What’s happening?” He sounds panicked, just as much as you are.

Toji bares his pearly whites at you as he calmly reaches for his whiskey. “Ah, now them wheels are turnin’ in that pretty little head,” he chuckles. “You know, you dance almost as good as you lie. I can see why you were put here to go undercover.” He takes a sip and licks the remnants away from his top lip, still staring you down.

“Ain’t that right?” he asks and it feels like a snake has just silvered up your back and sunk its teeth in you, paralyzing you.

“Y/N, he knows!” your boss hisses. “Stand down! Don’t do anything stupid!” He continues to yell and scream at you about aborting the mission and telling you that someone will be there soon, but you can’t quite hear him. It’s like you’re underwater and he’s standing above ground, his voice muffled and murky.

For a few seconds that seem like a lifetime, you and Toji stare each other down, waiting for the other to make the first move. Your body kicks into fight or flight, the freeze stage having already been awakened. Inisctively, you shift into fight mode. Quickly, you take the bottle of whiskey and bring it down towards Toji’s head, but he catches your wrist like it’s nothing.

You grunt, wincing at the pain of his grip. “Oh, you wanna play, huh?” he cackles. “Goin’ against your boss’ little rules just to take me out? How cute.”

With a wail of effort, you swing your other hand at his head but he catches that too. Counting on this, you bring your leg up and kick him hard in the groin. He immediately releases you and lurches forward, holding his junk, giving you a chance to grab your gun from under the couch.

“Don’t move,” you growl, cocking the gun at him. “You move and I’ll shoot.”

Toji, red in the face and panting, glares up at you. “Please,” he scoffs. “You act like you’re the first bitch that’s put a gun to my head.” Before you can blink, he is swinging the bottle at you. You duck which is a mistake because Toji uses that opening to tackle you to the ground. You struggle and growl, turning into an animal as he wrestles with you for your gun.

He ends up winning, flipping you over and pinning you down to the floor with his body. “Get off!” you scream, still wriggling around. “Get off me!” Click. The barrel of your gun presses to your temple. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll make you regret it,” he growls.

His fingers move your hair back away from your ear and pry the earpiece out of your ear. He snarls at it as if it’s nothing but a bug. “God, they made these things so much smaller now.” He stands up, keeping the gun on you, and stomps on the earpiece, breaking it. “Whoops!” he mockingly says. “They should still be able to find ya though. I don’t plan on movin’ ya to another location…if you don’t piss me off.”

The gun clicks again. “Turn around slowly,” he demands. Despite your reluctance to do so, you slowly turn around and face him, lying on your back with your own shit pointed at you as Toji stands above you. “How did you know?” you whisper.

He smirks, appearing like the Devil in your eyes. “It wasn’t hard, darlin’,” he chuckles. “Dancers don’t eye me up the way you were. You looked like you were out for blood, not dollars. Not to mention the gun I saw at your hip.” You flush, cursing yourself. You should’ve been smarter. Of course, he would know. He spends his days having people hunt him down.

His smirk fades, his expression darkening. “Who sent you?” he demands. “And don’t lie. You don’t wanna know what I do with liars.” The gun cocks, his finger trained on the trigger. You glare at him, hating his guts even more than you had before you met him. So you weakly confess. He guffaws, shaking his head in disbelief. “Damn, those guys? They’ve been after me for years!”

“You’re a criminal,” you hiss despite the gun in your face. “You only got this far because of you dippin’ your hands in crime and gettin’ blood on your fists. I’m here to stop you.”

Toji’s brows raise in shock though he’s intrigued by your stubbornness. He squats down in front of you, still pointing the gun at your head. “And how are you gonna do that, huh, little girl?” he asks.

Not even thinking, you hollow your lips and wallop a glob of spit in Toji’s handsome face before quickly turning over and scrambling to the door. However, Toji is just as fast and has his big, tatted arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tight. You can’t elbow him anywhere because your arms are stuck in his, leaving you to kick and wriggle.

“Oooh, I love a feisty bitch,” he chuckles. “Makes it a lot more fun to break ‘em.”

He begins to walk with you over to a nearby wall and slams you against it, knocking the air out of your lungs. You find yourself pressed against the wall and him who is equally as hard and unmoving as the solid wall against your front.

He shoves the side of your face into the wall while he pins your arms behind your back, causing your muscles to explode with pain at being stretched back too far. “Get off!” you cry. “O-Ow, that hurts!”

Toji tugs on your arms again, emitting a weak whine of pain from you. “That’s what you get for fuckin’ with me,” he growls. “Now what should I do with you? Kill you? Leave your agency to find you here?” The gun once again presses against your temple, cold and unrelenting.

You squeeze your eyes shut, tears pushing back the ducks. You can’t beat this. You can’t fight this. “Do it,” you sob. “Just do it!” You go limp against him, waiting to feel that bullet penetrating your skull and for the void to come to collect you…but instead, Toji takes the gun away from you, leaving an indent on your temple. “No,” he says. “I’ve got a better idea.”

You open your eyes, confused but also scared. What else is he planning to do with you? Before you can answer, you hear the undeniable sounds of his zipper coming down and the clinking of his metal belt buckle. Your body instant seizes, fear flooding your insides.

“I’m gonna make sure you remember tonight and what happens when you fuck with a guy like me. Tonight, babydoll, you’re mine. You don’t have a choice. You’re mine and I’m gonna show you what that means.”

With his belt finally in his hands, he trains the gun on you. “Put your hands against the wall and stick that ass out,” he demands, his voice void of all emotion. “Do it now.” Outnumbered and out of tricks, you do as he says, trembling as you do so.

“Bad girls like you need to be punished,” he says before the belt comes down hard onto your right asscheek. WHACK! The sharp sound of the leather hitting the soft, jiggly flesh of your ass penetrates the air. It feels like fire has licked your skin and your knees buckle at the pain. “Ow!” you cry out.

Toji cackles at your agony, finding enjoyment and cuteness in it. “What, that hurt?” he laughs. “You don’t like the pain? I’m sure a girl like you has taken plenty of worse things before.” He raises his arm and whips the same cheek twice.

WHACK! WHACK! You flinch at each sharp hit, each one becoming more painful than the last. “Hurts, don’t it?” he snickers. “Don’t you regret pullin’ that shit with me now, babydoll, hm?”

He then proceeds to whip your left cheek, not allowing you any time to recover or breathe.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! You bite your lip so hard that you nearly draw blood, the burning of your backside too much to bear. “S-Stop!” you whine. “Please stop!”

Toji’s big hands wrap around your mouth, covering it. “Don’t speak,” he whispers into your ear, his breath the scent of whiskey and mint. “You don’t get to speak. Just take it.” You have no choice but to do so as he wails on your ass again and again, the leather cracking like fire against your jiggly ass. “God, that recoil,” he groans. “I’m gonna enjoy my time with you, baby doll.”

You don’t answer, too busy holding back tears that have begun to push at your eye sockets. Toji finally stops and tosses his head back to laugh. “Are you cryin’?” he laughs in disbelief. “Damn, and all from some spankings? And here I thought you were this tough bitch.”

You burn with resentment and humiliation, but all of that is pushed aside when he forces you to stand up straight and tugs your arms behind your back. You begin to panic but don’t say anything as he tightens his belt around your wrists and locks the belt buckle around them. “Turn around,” he finally says.

Despite your tiny sobs, you do so and face him. His eyes are hooded and dark with obvious lust for you. He uses one big hand to force you onto your knees, right in front of his open fly and hard cock that you can see pressing against his designer briefs. “I’ll give you somethin’ to cry about,” he growls. He points the gun at your face, specifically at your lips. “Open your mouth and suck on it.”

His expression, dark and chilling you to the bone, makes you feel as if you don’t have a choice..and not the loaded gun pressing to your lips. Swallowing hard, you shakily open your mouth and he slides the pistol in. The metal feels cold and hard in your mouth, making you cringe. “That’s it,” Toji chuckles. “Take that shit, baby. C’mon, don’t you wanna please me?”

Slowly, you begin to suck, hollowing your lips out against the gun. Though you tremble and shake, you squeeze your eyes shut and try to imagine the gun as a hard, warm, throbbing cock instead. Toji moans as if you’re sucking on him, watching your tongue swirl along the barrel and your head bob.

“Fuck, baby doll,” he groans. “You’ve got such a mouth on ya.” He slides it in further, the metal scraping against your teeth, until he reaches your throat. You gag and try to pull away, but Toji grips the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, mama,” he snickers. “You don’t get to get outta this. C’mon, just open your throat and breathe through your nose. You can do it.” He continues to push and pull, the gun sliding in and out of your mouth, while you struggle to breathe. You can feel sweat pool under your pits and between your cleavage all from your fear. Toji’s finger isn’t on the trigger anymore, but it doesn’t matter. He could change that in a second.

So you suck and you slurp and you bob your head up and down like a good little slut, staring him into his eyes while spit drips from your lips. Finally satisfied, Toji pulls the gun out of your lips now coated in your saliva. “You fuckin’ slut,” he pants. “Now I need to try ya out for myself.”

He pockets the gun and, with one hand, pulls down his briefs. His big, long, throbbing, veiny, perfect-looking dick springs to life. It damn near hits you in the face, making you gasp. “Sorry, mama,” he chuckles. “He just likes you.”

He wraps a hand around his 12-inch dick, pumping it lewdly in your face. “So you finna stare at it or suck it?” he deadpans, but he doesn’t wait for you to answer or recover.

“W-Wait,” you stammer.

That’s all you get to say before his cock is pushing between your lips and into your mouth. He releases a moan when he first slides into your mouth, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your wet mouth, soft lips, and tongue wrapping around him. Meanwhile, you’re struggling to take him. His girthy dick stretches out your jaw and your throat as he pushes himself in deep.

“C’mon, babydoll,” he chuckles. “That can’t be all you can take of me.” He continues to push, filling your tongue and nostrils with the scent and taste of him. The walls of your throat have no choice but to accommodate his size though it burns and you gag as he begins to slowly yet roughly thrust into your mouth. “Maybe this will help ya out,” he says. Suddenly, he retrieves a pocket knife from his pocket and flicks it open.

Fear flares into your stomach, making you want to jump away, but his large hand keeps you locked down on his cock. He presses the knife to your throat, chuckling as he does. “Careful now,” he warns. “You lean too close and that pretty neck might get sliced. I just wanna encourage you to do a good job.” He grips your hair and wrenches it up to look at him. “And you will do a good job for me, won’t you?” he asks.

His tone makes it so you can’t refuse, so you say yes and allow him to force your head back down onto his cock before pulling it back. He does that for a while––pushing and pulling your head down onto his dick like you’re his toy while he uses your sloppy, wet mouth like it’s a fleshlight. “Fuck!” he shouts to the ceiling. “This fuckin’ mouth is heaven, baby. I hope your pussy is just as tight as your tight ass throat.”

You gargle and mumble on his cock, causing pleasurable vibrations to travel throughout his body and his heavy balls that drip with your saliva. He continues to fuck your face and ruin your makeup, marveling at how beautiful you look choking on his cock. “Look at you, you little slut,” he dreamily sighs. “Makeup all fucked up. Hair ruined. You’re just a little mess for me, aren’t ya?”

He slides his cock out of your throat and you take a grateful gulp of air, strands of your hair stuck to your wet lips and chin. He takes the knife and slides it along your chin, smirking down at you. “Now it’s my turn to taste you,” he murmurs. Before you can protest, he is picking you up, tossing you over his shoulder, and placing you on your stomach with your arms still tied behind you.

“Please!” you sob, beginning to cry again. Toji straddles your ass, one hand massaging the globes of fat in your thong while the other holds his knife. “Please what, baby?” he mockingly coos. “I ain’t even touch you yet.” You then feel the cool metal of the knife dragging up your spine, sending shivers down your spine. “Time to get your sexy ass out of these fuckin’ clothes,” he growls.

You flinch when you feel the knife drag up to your left shoulder where it cuts the bra strap. He does the same to your left one before positioning you onto your knees with your wrists slung over the couch arm. Your tits are now exposed, hanging like ripe, juicy fruit beneath you. Then off comes your thong with two swipes of the knife cutting through the thin straps. You sob helplessly as the cool air touches your sodden, wet pussy.

“Damn, baby!” Toji cackles. “Are you wet from all this? You naughty little girl.” His middle and forefingers gently probe your entrance and slide up and down your slit, dragging unwanted moans out of you. “I’m gonna have some fun with you,” he chuckles. “Make sure you never forget about me.”

He then bends you over the couch and proceeds to put his hot, wet, experienced mouth on your pussy while the knife stays pressed against your thigh. You whine at the feeling of his soft lips and tongue swirling along your clit and every sensitive part of you, opening your pussy up to more of him. He drowns in your pussy, pushing his face into it as far as he can and letting his tongue do all of the talking.

You can’t stop the moans and gasps that escape you. The pleasure is just too much and too good! What a shame that a man who is so good at eating kitty is the same man you were sent here to kill. “Toji,” you moan, using his name for the first time ever. “Please…please!”

Toji’s one hand massages and smacks your ass, becoming aoslutely obessed with it. “What do you need, babydoll?” he coos against your clit. “You need somethin’?” You nod helplessly though you have no clue what you need at this point. “Tell me you’re mine then,” he growls. “Say it and fuckin’ mean it. Say you’re my good little slut.”

You keep your lips clamped tight, not wanting to swallow your pride or give up that tiny part of you that hates him still. SPANK! Your ass stings from his assault on your ass, his hand no doubt leaving a handprint. “Say it!” he bellows.

At the blinding pain, pleasure, and delirium, you break. “I’m yours!” you sob. “I’m your good girl! Your good little slut! I’m everything you want me to be!”

Toji, pleased, presses soothing kisses to your burning asscheek. “Good girl,” he praises. “See how easy that was? Now you get your reward.” Suddenly, you feel his thick cock smack against your pussy once, twice, three times and then he is sliding home inside of you.

Your mouth goes slack and your eyes grow wide as he begins to rocks his hips into, allowing you to get used to him. He is big. You can feel him stretching out every part of your cunt as he sinks deeper into your velvety, wet walls. “Fuck,” he sighs, one hand clutching your hip. “Not bad, babydoll. Your pussy is definitely the best one I’ve fucked…so far.”

He begins to fuck you harder, faster, railing you as if this will be his last time doing so. Your moans and huffs of breath become louder and more intense the harder and deeper his cock plunges inside of you. “W-Wait!” you gasp. “Slow down! I can’t…can’t!”

Toji chuckles, watching your ass bounce against his pelvis as he fucks you. “Sorry, honey,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. “I couldn’t help it. You just sound so cute.”

Your thighs clench and your body writhes as he rails you, unable to take this deep dicking into the couch. You try to move away but the knife suddenly sliding against your throat stops you. “Uh-uh, babydoll,” he growls. “Don’t run from me. I wouldn’t try it if I were you.” He then pops his knee up, his foot up on the couch, and reaches a part inside of you that makes you feel unimaginable pleasure.

“Just take me like a good girl, okay?” he whispers. “You can do that for me if you wanna live.” You don’t have a choice in the matter, mostly because of the hold he has on your arms, pulling you back as drives himself forward again and again. The sound of your moans, his grunts, and the lewd plap, plap, plap as his balls swing against your overly-sensitive clit and his hips slam into your ass fill the air, drowned out by the music playing outside.

“Who would’ve thought,” Toji pants into your ear. “C.O.D.E.’s good little spy gettin’ her brains fucked out on a mission, huh? I bet they’d love to see this.” His free hand releases your arms and yanks on a handful of your hair. “I bet they’d love to see you full of me,” he growls. “Full of this dick and my cum.”

He presses the knife deeper into your throat, just enough for you to feel the sharp, jagged edge of the blade. “You wanna cum for me, baby?” he asks. “You gonna be a good slut and take all my cum too?”

“Please!” you whimper, losing your mind and all of your pride. “Please just make me cum! I’ll do whatever you want, Toji!” He takes the knife from your throat and replaces it with his hand, choking you as he fucks you stupid. “Then do it,” he demands. “Fuckin’ cum on this cock while I fill you up. Cum with me now!”

“Ah, ah, fuck, I-I’m gonna cum!” you deliriously sob as he continues to pound into you. “I’m gonna…gonna–!”

You don’t get a chance to finish because your pussy has finally reached its limit and explodes all over him, your walls squeezing around him and your clit shuddering. You reaching your peak triggers Toji and he grips your throat and ass as he comes to a still, his entire body tensing. “Fuck!” he bellows, cumming deep, deep, deep inside of you.

You gasp as you feel a rush of warm liquid flood into your pussy while you gush all over his cock, dripping down his balls. He fills you to the brim, giving you so much that it has no choice but to trickle down your thighs. He doesn’t immediately pull out though––he continues to fuck you, albeit slowly and sloppily, before giving your tit one feeble squeeze and finally pulling out of you.

You weakly moan at the feeling of being empty yet used, your pussy twitching and aching. “Mmm, now look at that,” he sighs dreamily, staring at your cum-soaked cunt. “Now that’s a properly fucked pussy if I do say so myself.” He takes a handful of your chin, squeezing your cheeks together, and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Not bad, babydoll.”

You don’t respond, too weak and too tired to do so. You’re too tired to even feel any amount of disgust for him and shame in yourself for failing the mission and enjoying the sex. “Let’s get this off of you,” Toji says, his hands unbuckling the belt from your wrists. “I’m gon’ need it for myself, anyway.” He releases your wrists and lets you lay on the couch, panting and coated in sweat.

Your makeup and hair are ruined. Your underwear is in tatters. You feel used and fucked-out. You can only stare at Toji as he quickly gets dressed and straightens out his clothes, his cock still covered in you. “I’m sorry, baby, but I’ve gotta go before your people get here.” He gives you an apologetic smile. “But gimme a call since I’m sure you can find that out. Maybe we can do this again.”

He then moves to the extra bathroom behind the couch and retrieves a robe which he covers you with. “See?” he chuckles. “I ain’t that big of an asshole.” He presses a kiss to your lips before bending down to pick up your thong. “Thanks for this,” he says, dangling it in front of you. “And the dance. I’ll cherish both forever.”

You don’t say anything, even as you watch him leave, taking your thong and your dignity with you.

Then you are alone. At some point, you find the strength to stand up and wobble to the bathroom where you take a hot shower, washing the scent of sex and cum off of you. When you return, dressed in your robe, the door busts in, and your boss and fellow spies enter the room, guns drawn and masks on their faces.

“V!” your boss shouts, instantly dropping his weapon and running to you. His eyes widen at your state, looking for any bruises or scars. There are none…that are physical, anyway. “V, what happened?” he asks.

And as the events of tonight come flooding back to you at full speed, you muster up the most believable lie you can, clutching your robe closed:

“He overpowered me.”

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