I Mean Im On This App So I Wasnt Expecting The Heavenly Gates To Open Up For Me Anyways But.

I mean I’m on this app so I wasn’t expecting the heavenly gates to open up for me anyways but….

NOW IT REALLY ISNT GONNA OPEN UP FOR MEEEEE

I’ll be burning but it was worth it

'SINS OF THE FATHER'

PRIEST!NANAMI X READER

✟ the liturgy: (summary) Even the most pious of men succumb to temptation and Father Kento is no exception... especially when it comes to you. (Priest!Nanami POV) ✟ the confession: (tw) dark themes, sacrilege, adultery, blasphemy, jealously, exhibitionism, blackmail/manipulation, heavy biblical references, cunnalingus, fingering, riding dick, shoe fucking, blow jobs, panty sniffing, olfactophilia, dacryphilia, lightly suggested altarboy!yuji (aged-up) x reader, oil tycoon!gojo x reader, suggested mentions of reader x other jjk men, corruption, masturbation and angst as you are literally tormenting this poor priest (lol). ✟ the sins: (wc) 4.1k ✟ the opening rites:(a/n) i grew up catholic (got confirmed too) and went to catholic school but haven't stepped inside a church in literal years. i was honestly surprised how many bible references came so easily from pure memory while writing this.

Sanctified conviction radiates off Father Kento as he approaches the inordinately adorned wood carved pulpit with authority to address his congregation. 

Despite the uncomfortable Summer heat there is no lack of attendance, a sea of familiar faces packed into the small town chapel. The buzzing song of cicadas and soft oscillation of the large fan circulating humid air through the church are the only sounds heard as the masses eagerly await his homily.

You were among them of course. 

Sitting front and center– a small saccharine smile graced your lips while your doe-like eyes, captivated and attentive, were made even bigger as they raised to the podium to meet his own.

Bible open, Father Kento takes a full breath pause before he finally speaks, his gaze is benevolent yet his voice is firm as it projects over the congregation. 

“Dear Brothers and Sisters– Let us reflect on the gospel of First Corinthians Chapter 10 Verse 13…and The Lord says– ‘There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man—”

Oh but you– you were anything but common– and irregardless of any higher standing his status as a clergy member bestowed upon him he was still a man of flesh and blood.

No matter the effort exerted, Father Kento had been unable to keep his eyes from yours during the service. The magnetism of unknown and certainly unholy forces drew him to you time and again without fail.

No beauty in town rivaled yours, not with an angelic countenance that complemented your delicate features so gracefully in your every action. 

Yours was a form of divine femininity rivaling that of Venus herself. 

If that wasn’t beguiling enough, your honeyed voice and syrupy words had the ability to sway even the most feral of temperaments. Leaving those who heard it at your mercy like a gentle but deadly siren.

“—but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able—”

Is God faithful? 

Ironic how you had Father Kento questioning the very foundations of his own faith while simultaneously indoctrinating God’s dogma to his faithful parishioners.  

If you were a test he had failed. 

Many times.

Even the first man, Adam, had fallen to Eve’s allures and not even the warrior strength of Samson was able to overcome Delilah’s seductions. 

Who was he to prevail where the biblical idols had fallen?

What actual grace could God give man against the sensual temptation that he had carved from man’s own rib? 

Father Kento had felt forsaken of God’s grace ever since you had approached him after mass to quietly request the rites of confession. He should have refused when you kindly solicited him to perform them in the cooler confines of the secluded rectory over the oven-like heat of a chapel confessional box in summer. 

Led astray so effortlessly by your genial charms as you looked to him like a lamb lost and addressed him so meekly as “Father Kento”. He would have just as easily given you access to heaven then if it were in his power.

Yet it was you who had so graciously led him to the gates of Zion— which so conveniently happened to reside in the velvety depths between your thighs. 

Consequently, the only sins that were confessed in the rectory that day were the moist squelches of your peach-ripened pussy gushing around his cock and coalescing with the frenzied sounds of hot flesh slapping together in unison. 

A child of Lilth incarnate to be sure but you looked so pure and celestial, even in ecstasy.

Hair matted to the sides of your face drenched in sweat while your nimble hands clutched onto his clerical collar. Your eyes filled with such loving devotion and you rode him earnestly as if it was your life’s penance. 

Father Kento in turn gives you his absolution by taking you from behind. The swell of your plump rear rippling against his hips and shared fluids splashing onto his hard abdomen feverishly drive him closer to God than he’d ever been.

Yes, he is weak. 

But Father Kento held the conviction that not even The Vicar of Christ, the Pope himself would be able to resist the vice grip of your silken cunt as if its true purpose was never to bear life but to wring out the very essence of the soul of man. 

He’d fallen prey to a day-walking succubus on hallowed holy grounds. 

No– Father Kento was certain if this church had ever truly been blessed as a house of God you would have caught aflame the moment you graced its threshold. 

“—but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye are able to bear it’.”

Father Kento concluded the passage. Nonetheless, neither it nor any other doctrine had provided him the solace of escape and nor biblical strength did he receive to endure against his temptations.

There was no resisting you. 

There was no escaping you. 

For anyone you cast your sights on.

This is exemplified by the obvious effect you have on the young alter boy Yuji. 

Barely old enough to be called a man, the youth's entire body flinches whenever you spare a sweet glance in his direction. 

Has Yuji’s innocence already been stolen? 

Father Kento must quell the inkling of jealousy at the thought lest he stumble over his words and shame himself further.

He was a man in every sense of the word and a man of the cloth, he would not compete for your adulterous affections with his own altar boy.

Even so, Father Kento’s lip does curl in disapproval at the deep flush of guilt on Yuji’s cheeks. Yuji clumsily trips over his own feet, nearly permitting the blessed vessels for the rites of eucharist to fall to the ground.

Harlot! Have you really allowed someone other than himself to bathe in the sins of Jezebel?

Maintaining composure through his sermon, Father Kento reminds himself that an inexperienced youth is no threat. 

However it is more than likely Yuji– who normally is so oblivious in nature– had likewise become aware of the wicked exhibition of sacrilege occurring beneath the prayer cloth in your lap at the very hands of your own husband– Satoru Gojo.

“So you may ask where does that leave us as followers of Christ? Temptations lure us into doing, saying or thinking something that does not reflect who we really are as sons and daughters of God.”

Neither you nor your husband were Christ’s children so none of these ideologies applied to either of you.

Nefarious philistines the both of you– godless and immoral.

Although Father Kento was for certain your husband, Oil Tycoon, Satoru Gojo– was the only one whose deeds could put yours to shame. 

The white haired devil had descended upon the quiet small town like a thief in the night to greedily capture the first few drops of black gold that surged from the earth before it could even fall to the ground. Quickly buying up land and resources, in less than a fortnight Gojo essentially had control over the entire town– its priest included.

But as he became more wealthy, so did the town and its people. Satoru Gojo built up the town around him to match his own gluttony for opulence, taking the town and its people away from simple old time comforts and into the more complex modern age. 

Therefore the man was seen as a saintly savior, rather than the lecherous leech he truly was.

To Father Kento’s credit, if he deserved any at all– he had initially held strong in his faith. 

He was not a man tempted by the power that would come from a promotion to bishop if a larger church was built. Nor was he tempted by monetary gain. The treasures he had always held most valuable were only those to be found in God’s kingdom.

Familiar with the tricks masked by flamboyant arrays of grandior, Father Kento’s folly had been his own headstrong vainglory in being a man above the lures of temptation. Thus he failed in recognizing you as the seductive snake in sheep's clothing the cunning tycoon Gojo had sent to be his undoing.

And you had never once failed to unravel him.

Even now Father Kento struggles to keep himself together as you inconspicuously lean against your husband, your head resting gently on his shoulder while the dainty fan you are holding obscures the lower half of your face. 

What appears as an innocuous attempt to halt the perspiration rolling from your nape into your heaving bosom is merely a front to hide the sinful ‘o’ your cherry lips form.

Your chest softly heaves although your labored breaths aren’t from the humid heat shrouding the church– but the increasing warmth dampening in your loins. All which had been provoked by your husband slipping two fingers through the buttons of your thin sundress and into your pussy, lightly teasing its gooey folds. Gojo’s movements are mostly concealed by the cloth but Father Kento can make out the skillful circular motions stroking your spongy bud and causing the sporadic twitch in your knees. 

You had writhed similarly under him. You were always far too sensitive.

Fat tears would never fail to pour from your bright eyes when he would latch his mouth onto your sex. You would be his last supper if ever given the choice. If heaven had a flavor it would surely be akin to the taste of your pink candied cunt and he knew of no sweeter treat on earth.

Twas no wonder then how Father Kento easily loses all sense of self when flicking his tongue into your gaping slit. Swirling the appendage within your gummy walls he gluttonously slurps down the steady stream of your flowing nectar. 

Your mewls and cries for him are far lovelier than even the song of cherubim. Father Kento has committed them to memory and as such he knows when they reach a certain octave– your pitch so high it's practically soundless– you're nearing your nirvana.

Arriving at your peak you would thread your hands through his blonde locks and thrust your hips forward as if his mouth were salvation itself. Your manicured nails would dig into his scalp to rock his head deeper into your plump pussy. The actions would beckon his tongue to finally give you its mercy by dragging it flat up your folds to suckle and nip at your swollen clit.

You never called on God then. 

Nor your husband. 

Only Father Kento.

Coincidentally, Father Kento’s gaze locks with Gojo’s for a brief moment and Gojo’s pale lips curl into smirk. 

A fleeting look is shared before contact is broke but the message is clear: 

Satoru Gojo own’s everything in this town. 

Gojo owns your cunt. 

Your cunt owns Father Kento.

Therefore by proxy Gojo owns him.

The revelation has Father Kento showing the white of his knuckles from the intensity of his grip on the pulpit podium as you simultaneously release a silent scream brazenly cumming on your husband’s dexterous fingers in the middle of mass. 

“The time now is propitious for us all to make a journey of conversion, led by sincere faith to allow ourselves to be confronted with the Gospel. Let us confirm this commitment by sharing in The Body and The Blood of Christ.”

Proceeding with communion the altar boy Yuji stands next to Father Kento holding the tray where the blessed chalice of wine and platter of thin wafers reside as the congregation dutifully exits their rows to receive the eucharist. 

As it is the more modern way to receive communion the majority of the congregation choses to place their non-dominant palm up over the other to respectfully receive the host. Yet traditionally, the priest placed the blessed wafer directly on the tongue of the one receiving. This practice was typically only seen by the elderly, the most exceedingly pious and of course— you.

When it is your turn to approach you beam brightly as you and all your beauty seem to float before him.

“The Body of Christ.”

Father Kento raises the host before you.

“Amen.” 

You obediently replied. 

Like expected your eyes fluttered to close as your pillowy lips parted in order to accept the host directly in your mouth. 

God help him, this was the most sacred part of mass but the way your deviant tongue lulls out hot and thick with your saliva pooled on the edge and threatening to spill onto your lips has Father Kento shifting at his post.

You look just as compliant and yearning to receive as when you had been on your knees before him taking his cock in your mouth whole.

Father Kento delicately placed the host in your mouth in a similar fashion as to when he would tap the tip of his bulbous leaking cockhead onto your tongue. 

So willing to please you kiss his angry red mushroom tip to appease his cock, swirling your tongue over the tiny hole before puckering it between your lips to greedily suck any drops of pre that dribbled forth as you pumped his base.

You were a tease. 

That much was evident both then and now as you extended the tip of your tongue to caress the tip of his finger. A tiny kitten lick, but nevertheless a tingle ran through his cock in remembrance.  

“The Blood of Christ.”

Father Kento presents the wine symbolizing the blood before you. 

“Amen.”

Again you closed your eyes and allowed Father Kento to press the chalice against your parted lips. 

The very picture of amenability, you actually enjoyed when he went rougher on you as a result of your teasing. Father Kento would gather your hair into a tight grip as he not-so-gently rammed his cock past your tonsils and down your throat. 

It was unnatural and ungodly for a person to lack any semblance of a gag reflex such as you. 

In response you pressed your fingers into his thighs– not as a means of resistance, but to control your own lust as you began shamelessly humping your mound against his leg. You were always desperate to feel any small sensation against your cunt while he ravaged your mouth.

Of course, Father Kento would oblige you and in turn he is rewarded with the heavy moans that would vibrate around his cock as his oxford loafer pushed up into your soaked core. Your white lace lingerie did little to contain your juices and as such Father Kento made use of the fluids leaking from your pussy as polish to shine his shoe.

Having sipped the wine from the chalice you peer up at Father Kento as if seeking his approval. 

He gives you a small nod. 

Similar to the one he bestows upon you after his seed has filled your stomach and you lick your lips as if it was his essence and not The Blood of Christ that lingered on them.

In the beginning, he had prayed long and hard to forget those sinful images of you that would intrude unwelcomed into his mind. 

Yet you always had ways of sucking him back in. 

Such as leaving your soiled panties stuffed between his headboard. Father Kento thought he was going mad when even after changing the sheets thrice was he still plagued with your smell.

He should have burned the offensive garment as soon as it was discovered and yet he treated it with reverence as if it were a holy object of salvation. Truly an euphoric experience, on days he couldn’t have you he’d bury his nose into the fabric murmuring blasphemy as he worshiped the very scent of you while jerking his cock.

When Father Kento finally ceased trying to resist you he then had the fleeting thought he could save you. Bring you to God and away from your villainous husband. 

But you were no Mary Magdalene, there was no returning you to the flock.

You will not leave your husband who provides you wealth and security. Father Kento is not so enamored he holds illusions that extend beyond his reality. There is nothing Father Kento owns and nothing he can offer you but himself. 

The singular consolation of the tragic circumstances is that Father Kento is sure you prefer his touch. The touch of a seemingly pious man who only has desires for you.

Unlike your scoundrel of a husband who Father Kento was sure had not remained faithful to your marriage bed. Not the way most of the female townsfolk threw themselves at Satoru Gojo. If he had no qualms using you to achieve his means he certainly had none for himself. 

You were simply a pawn to be played, as was Father Kento.

“Before we depart I leave you with these words: Let every day be a new day to renew the promises of our Baptism: We renounce Satan and all his works and seductions — for sh– *ahem* HE – is the seducer. Now go forth, Brothers and Sisters and remain true in the light of God.”

The closing rites over, Father Kento has never been more relieved nor eager for the conclusion of a mass. Watching the congregation mingle in the entrance, he gives his farewell blessings to the parishioners.

A few still remained however you were nowhere to be seen. 

This was not odd, the Gojos were a busy couple, likely excusing themselves immediately to attend to more important affairs.

Or so he hoped.

“There you are, Father! Riveting service, as always.”

With a devious grin and a firm drawn-out handshake Gojo greets Father Kento. Turning to face the devil himself, Father Kento greets Satoru in turn with a strained smile and an even firmer grip. 

Yet still he is unable to show you any of the wrath you justly deserve and Father Kento’s smile is more genuine when he faces you.  

You regard Father Kento coyly as your husband’s arm tightens around your waist. Your face is flushed and it’s evident you are still weakened from the orgasm your husband gave you earlier in front of the entire congregation. 

That knowledge though is only held by the three of you, God and perhaps the altar boy Yuji.

Father Kento had never known you to be silent when cumming so the exertion of the effort you expended likely weighed heavy on you as displayed by how you are clinging to Gojo to keep from swaying on your feet. 

“Thank you. I am but a humble messenger of The Lord’s wor–.”

“– Wait. Hold that thought!”

Father Kento’s eyebrow twitches as Gojo's attention is momentarily called elsewhere. 

Every Sunday, a growing number of parishioners would seek Satoru Gojo’s greeting and recognition after service over that of their priest Father Kento. 

True to character Gojo makes an obnoxious show of charisma which leaves the last group of parishioners fawning and singing his praises as they exit.

“Forgive me, Father. Where were we? Ah– Of course! Yes, you are quite excellent in your delivery of God’s word, a true testament to your faith!”

His flattery is so obviously false in its sincerity that Father Kento is not surprised when Gojo’s sordid smirk returns. 

“But you are not only a messenger for The Lord… isn’t that right, Father Kento?” 

Father Kento warily clutches onto the large cross dangling from the rosary around his neck as Gojo continues.

“I’ll need you to spread mine as well. Haven’t you heard? I have plans to run for Mayor.”

Mayor.

The diabolical fiend truly knew no limits in his quest for control over the town. 

“I’ll need you to come over to dinner tonight to consult with the rest of my top supporters.”

Father Kento steeled himself.. 

There was nothing he could do to stop Satoru Gojo from being mayor but his infatuation with you aside, he could not walk straight into the lion's den to collude with heathens. 

It would be the final nail in his coffin, Gojo would indeed own his soul.

“Oh! Y/N is prepping a feast too… aren’t you, angel?” 

Gojo’s grip on your waist trails lower to palm the fat of your ass and you clutch on to him tighter as you nod eagerly in agreement, biting your lip as his large hands knead into your cheeks through your wispy dress. 

Your body is ever responsive to Gojo’s touch just like he trained you to be.

“I must refuse. I have duties here to attend, I couldn’t poss–”

“P-Please F-Father…”

And just like that your delicate voice cuts through his iron defenses like it were warm butter.

“…K-Kento, p-please come!”

Your request fumbles out of your lips as a cry as Gojo’s devilish fingers dip past your ass to prod at your cunt.

“You heard her Father. She wants you to come. Break bread with us, you will be among friends. Friends who know how to share, yeah? I’ll even share a piece of her cream pie for dessert.” 

That had been the final straw. Gojo had gone too far this time.

You seeking him out was one matter but he would not allow Satoru Gojo of all people to dangle you in front of him like a master would dangle a treat to a dog.

“Begone, you foul heretic. I will not tolerate your mockery of me, this church nor God any longer.”

Commanding in his tone, Father Kento extends the cross of the rosary forward to Gojo as if he were casting a malevolent curse back down to hell. 

Father Kento doesn’t have the courage to look at you though, he can’t. Not if he wants to take a triumphant stand against Satoru Gojo.

And so Father Kento closes his eyes and silently prays. 

Immediately bored at such a devout display, Gojo sighs rolling his eyes.

“Alright, alright, Father. I get it. Whatever you say, jeez. It’s not like I need your support to become mayor– just thought it would be nice is all. ”

Father Kento remains silent as he listens to both of your footsteps exit the church but not before Gojo stops at the doors, his cheerful voice taking on a dangerous edge.

“Heh, you know, not everyone in this town is as pious as you Father. Sheriff Fushiguro has never been one to turn down a stack of bills but I’m sure tonight he would enjoy sharing in Y/N’s creampie if you don’t.”

Father Kento’s eyes open to flash red with fury.

Having received a satisfactory enough reaction from the priest, Gojo grins wildly as your own eyes widen in shock at your husband’s words. 

Has Gojo only ever used you to manipulate him alone? 

The thought remains as Father Kento doesn’t miss the pleading gaze directed at him from over your shoulder as you are led out of the church.

Goddammit– He couldn’t let you fall into the brutish clutches of Toji Fushiguro. 

Toji may have been the sheriff but he was well-known for his oafish demeanor and greasy womanizing ways. 

NO! He mustn’t think of you any longer. 

Father Kento needs to clear his mind of you for good with prayer.

Prayer and solitude.

Deep prayer and extensive solitude was what he needed if he ever hoped to rise again to gain God’s favor. He needed to call upon The Lord’s strength one last time to remain at the parish tonight and defy Gojo’s will.

Father Kento couldn’t let the pleasures of flesh continue to manipulate the very fibers of his being in such a way. 

The rosary still in his grasp Father Kento raises his hands close in prayer as a final call for God’s mercy… and then it hits him– wafting off his fingers, overwhelming his senses and igniting every nerve in his being. 

The scent of your cunt. 

The lingering perfume of your sinful drippings spilled on your husband’s hand during mass had been transferred to his own when Gojo shook his hand and held it so firmly.

The bastard. 

The rush hits him hard and he feels dizzy as his ears begin to ring. Vertigo overtakes Father Kento as he holds the offending hand out as if he had been poisoned. 

Leaning back against a wall to gather himself, Father Kento realizes once the manic pounding coursing through his veins begins throbbing in his loins that he’s fated for damnation.

This is the moment he’d always dreaded although ironic with the simple acceptance of it he feels no despair. 

Father Kento’s conviction is finally clear as he is left with a singular truth that rang through his entire soul:

Whatever solace he would know, whatever peace he would have in this life, he would only find with his cock buried in the sweet embrace of your cunt. 

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©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.

✟ the closing rites: (a/n) hell is hot and it's surely my destination after writing this. i tried to leave it a little ambiguous to whether y/n is actually in-love with nanami or just a sex-crazed slut eager to use him at the request of her husband. i don't have a pt.2 planned just fyi as this is meant to be a oneshot. although i do need to write more nanami so i will take requests for him! but fair warning i am very slow i apologize.

also shout out to the amazing art i used for the gfx ✟ art by mishwell

✟ REBLOG to be unburdened of your sins by Father Nanami but likes and comments are also appreciated!

upcoming: the nursery (yakuza!toji), please teach me! (ceo!gojo), request: teasing choso (college au), request: sukuna x blkreader, [none in any order as im at the mercy of my adhd lol]

This man has no idea how down I am that plan of his like….

This ain’t nothing but a net positive frfr

I get the farm, the money, and the MAN

And from what it sounds like he doing ass the work, I’d have his kids anyday lmaooo

COME PUT THAT MILLI★N D★LLAR PU$$Y ON ME, MAKE ME RICH!

FARMHAND!TOJI X BIMBOBUNNY!READER

☼ summary: au. a quiet farm life and a young pretty thing—what more could an ex-con want? you're a bit of a brat, but that can be fixed too. ☼ wc: 4.0k ☼ cw: age gap, panty flashing, voyeurism, brat!reader and fantasizing, morally ambiguous toji, standard p in v. ☼ a/n: idk y'all farmhand!toji possessed my mind. literally did this all in tumblr drafts again today. Lets see if tumblr actually lets me post this or cucks me again.

FarmHand!Toji who only got the job in the first place because of a prison rehabilitation program. It was either work on a farm or rot in a cell for another 2 years.

Toji chose the farm.

The work wasn't easy, but Toji couldn't complain. It was a very large farm, secluded and he was paid well—but most importantly?

It kept his fuckin' P.O. off his back.

Toji works on the farm for three grueling months until you, the farmer's niece, arrives for the summer to also work.

Well, 'work' wasn't really the right word, because you never did any thing of the sort.

Barely, 19 and kicked out of your house for smoking pot. Your parents sent you to your uncle, hoping the hard work and the ex-cons he had working for him would scare you straight. Additionally, due to the fact your Uncle had no wife and no kids, the sole owner of a large farm, the old bastard was pretty well off. As the only child of your dad, his only sibling, farm would eventually be left to you.

Everyone (not like you had a say) agreed you should know how to run it.

But the thing is—you suck at everything.

You're too flighty to work with the chickens, too prissy clean the pig cages and you'd complain you'd break a nail just from lifting an empty bucket—so milking cows were also out of the question.

Yet you still managed to get your work done.

Precisely cause you weren't the one doing it.

Aware of your youthful looks and charms, you don't hesitate to use them to your advantage.

Your shapely curves are always clad in some in a thin wispy dress, which would turn damn near see-through at the smallest bit of moisture. Wearing no bra and the tiniest of panties, you were always giving a show.

No you weren't scared of these ex-cons in the least bit.

Evident by the way you flounce around the farm, unabashfully, pretending to do the chores the women-starved prisoners were too eager to do for you.

For their efforts you reward them with smiles, blown kisses and sugary words. Sometimes for rewards came in the form of a peach you would sneak them from your uncle's grove.

Always bringing one for yourself you'd sensually bite into the ripen fruit. Allowing its juices to linger on your cherry-glossed lips and dribble down your chin—the slurping noises are the perfect fapping fodder for them.

Yet the best prize of all—and only if you were feeling particularly generous—a flash of panties.

Toji though had not fallen for your charms though.

Not that he wasn't susceptible to them, hell naw—he wanted to bend your pretty ass over the nearest fence and roughly fuck some decency, along with manners into your haughty lil' cunt.

But Toji, as well as any of the prisoners, knew better than to touch you. Not only were they risking their freedom, with even the slightest offense here was enough to send them back to the pen—they were also risking their lives.

Your uncle was no fool. The older man regularly carried a sawed off shotgun slung over his shoulder, which used to be a pistol before you arrived.

The farmer didn't make it a big announcement, simply reminding them it was prison or a grave if they fucked this opportunity up—but the underlying message was crystal clear:

He'd blow anyone to hell who even thought about touching his niece.

Oh, but Toji did think about touching you—alot.

Often staying up late in his shared bunk room—jerking his cock to a frilly pair of panties of yours he'd stolen off the laundry line—once he was sure the others had gone to bed.

Toji wants to teach you a lesson badly.

Not for your benefit though, it be payback for all your goddamn teasing.

Toji isn't a pushover for you.

Nicknaming you 'Bunny' since you were such a clumsy lil ditz. He often made his silly lil bunny do whatever work he was stationed at when you had chores there—yours and his.

And oh, you hated that. You only tried harder when none of your pouts, provocations and seductions move him. It was pure hell, but Toji had resisted every trick you had. An unintended benefit however, was that he'd likely seen every pair of panties you owned by now (which is why he had stolen his favorite).

At one point, when you were particularly annoying one day, Toji even tried straight up ignoring you.

Yet that didn't work either.

You only upped the ante, 'accidentally' spilling a whole bucket of cow's milk on yourself. The very color of your perky nips are clearly visible, poking through the now transparent fabric which clings to you like second skin.

Staring Toji dead in his eyes, a coy smile on your plump lips as your pink manicured nails rubbed circles over your soaked nubs.

It took everything Toji had in him that day not to force you down to the dirt floor, fucking your pussy open just as hard and flithy as you'd been asking for.

Turning away from you, he threw a hay laden blanket over you and told you to go back up to the house n' clean up.

Toji didn't miss, how badly you pouted, even though he pretended to but reluctantly listened to him. You were both playing with fire.

Yet from that point something broke in Toji.

He still never crosses the line to touching you, but he'd starts pushing your buttons.

He wants to rile you up just as you had him.

As a result, Toji is working around you without a shirt more often—sometimes even with a raging hard on in full view. Also he doesn't hold back any longer from any of the vulgar thoughts of you that cross his mind. Regularly vocalizing them with a smirk, making overtly perverted comments towards you.

This was even something the other prisoners were too pussy to do to, given the very real threats of your farmer uncle.

Yet Toji wouldn't be a two-time ex-con he is if he didn't mind gambling with his life for a big reward. Toji relishes in your flustered, indignant reactions, loving to see how your face heats up everytime without fail every time he teases his lil' slut, his sultry voice whispering things like:

"I bet y'er cunt is riper than those peaches, Bunny."

"Bunny—think your pretty pussy can squirt more milk than these cow udders?"

"I wonder if my lil' Bunny can actually ride dick, since she's not half bad on a horse?"

You'd call him a 'perverted old man' like you weren't anything more than just a causal cocktease yourself—obviously you get some sick satisfaction knowing you had every man on this farm but Toji at your beck and call.

In reality, you were just as twisted in nature as him.

Still you were stubborn.

And as retaliation for his resistance, you play all manners of pranks on Toji. Doing anything you could so it was harder for him to do his job—from stealing his work gloves, boots and tools—to more serious ones like letting a weasel loose in the chicken coop when it was his shift to collect the eggs.

You deemed it your right to punish him for teasing you, for not becoming one of your simps and most fiendish of all?

Making you actually do work.

You harass him so often, it's not long before Toji realizes you're seeking him out intentionally.

Not even bothering to visit the other workstations where your chores are, they would get done by your lil'fan boys regardless, in favor of following him around all day like a lost lil' chick.

On a particularly hot n' sweltering summer day, Toji is stuck with the job of moving machinery from one side of the farm to the other when the sun is at its highest.

Like usual, he's since removed his sweat-drenched work shirt—remaining only in unhooked overalls and his briefs.

Toji hasn't seen you though, which isn't surprising given how broiling it is outside. Someone with as delicate a disposition as you, who also happened to be as manipulative, probably convinced your uncle to let you laze around inside the house, away from the heat—and Toji.

But you were a needy little thing, always seeking attention. Toji occupies his thoughts for most of the morning imagining you growing so bored, not having him to harass and all day.

With idle hands and absolutely nothing else to do, you'd start playing with that plump lil' pussy of yours, wouldn't you?

A supple girl like you had to overflow like a dam. Toji would bet money you'd already be wet enough, even untouched, to drench his fingers—just from palming your ripe pussy in his hand.

He wouldn't mind taking more than a sip of you on a miserable day like this to quench his thirst.

Continuing his work (and lewd thoughts of you) until his break, Toji discovers he's misplaced his work shirt.

Searching for it in the heat proves annoying—it's not on the grazing pasture fences, nor in the workshed by the machines. Tsk, he swore he had taken it with him to his last station near the horses.

Passing by the cow barn, Toji hasn't had a shift in there today but he absentmindedly remembers there's was a water hose in there. He could at least cool off for the remainder of his break—maybe even rub one out to you.

However, upon sliding open the Toji's smirk grows almost bigger than the hefty cock in his pants.

Looks like he hit the jackpot, today.

There you were in the middle the of the barn, on your back in the hay, thin dress bunched up past your hips and panties dangling off one of your shapely legs—all while feverishly fingering your fat wet lil' cunt.

You salaciously had even dripped a dark sizeable puddle on the dusty floor beneath you.

But the cherry on top?

You're quite shamelessly moaning out cries of his name, uncaring of who could happen to passby and hear you.

'T-Toji!'

'T-Toji, fuck me harder, Daddy!'

All while your pretty angelic face is twisted in pleasure, eyes closed and nose buried deep in the fabric of his soiled work shirt.

Daddy? Oh how fucking filthy of you—God you were perfect slut, just his fuckin' type.

Solely focused on cumming, your hips thrust up desperately to meet your fingers as he stalks closer to you—looking every bit of the predatory ex-convict he is.

"Well, well look at what we got ourselves here doll....n'here I thought the only degenerates on this farm were us prisoners?"

Your eyes widen in shock, but you don't stop your fingers right away. You were so close to your release before Toji suddenly appeared in front of you, there's no way you could physically stop chasing it now.

Not when it only takes a lingering glance at his dark features, muscular tanned sweat slick body, and the painfully obvious way his dick jumps in his pants to have you falling over the edge. You gush, mewling as you cream around your delicate lil' fingers.

"You've been a very naughty lil' bunny..."

Sheepishly pulling them out, covered in your slick, Toji's eyes zero in on the way your hole still gapes open. You're cunt quite literally throbbing for more, you'd cum but she's still left unsated.

You clearly needed something much bigger and harder than your flimsy little digits.

You unconsciously back up deeper into the bushels of hay around, putting distance between you as Toji gets closer.

"Tsk, tsk, nuh-uh Bunny, none of that shit. Not when I just caught you being such a whore for me."

You gulp, your heart racing as he crouches over you. Toji removes his work gloves, discarding them as he forces you to lay back on the soft hay.

“How sweet of you to prep yourself for me babydoll. But, Bunny, you dumb little girl, you’re too careless. What if it wasn’t me who walked in 'ere and saw you playing with my pussy?”

You didn't think of that, when you had so brazenly snuck up without him noticing to nab his work shirt.

Initially, you wanted to just be annoying to him again, too bored of being in the house all morning. At first you recoiled when you touched his soggy shirt, yet that all flipped once you caught of whiff of his scent.

Toji smelled of a farm but somehow that smell mixed with sweat, musk and notes of his aftershave hit you straight in your cunt. Your panties becoming just as drenched as the shirt in your hands.

You didn't realize Toji, grimy from farm work, could still smell so good.

Knowing it was far past the time for anyone to come milk cows, you headed straight to that barn. You just wanted some alone time, where you'd be free to touch yourself while thinking of ridiculously sexy ex-con farmhand.

To say Toji had been plaguing your thoughts and dreams for the past few weeks would have been a massive understatement. You were obsessed with him. Him and his irritatingly smug expression, accentuated by his scar that made him appear all the more dangerous, to fuck you—your uncles warnings be damned.

"You tryna get me to do more time, girl? Ya know Bunny, I'd kill anyone who touched you, if your uncle didn't get to 'em first."

Your face is hot with embarrassment but your cunt is also burning up—thinking you might die if he doesn’t actually touch you soon.

Letting his coveralls drop unceremoniously to the floor, he shrugs off his remaining clothes.

Toji's calloused hands, smudged with oil and grime, grab your hips and yank you to him. You yelp and his cock twitches even harder at your cute lil noises, smearing pre on your already soaked thighs.

Toji presses his sweaty body onto yours. It's cool in the barn but Toji's heat is so intense you feel like you are out in the sun again. Having him on top of you like this finally is overwhelming your senses. Toji is intoxicating and you're so feral with need for him it makes you dizzier than a heatstroke.

Fuck, you looked so ready for him.

He'd love you take his time to really break you in—make you fall apart until he's screwed every word out of your head but his own name.

Tch—but there's about 10 more minutes left of his break—and a good 15 or so more after that before anyone notices he's not where he should be.

Toji would reluctantly have to make this quick. Snatching your dress off overhead, he tosses it across the barn.

Mouth latching to one of your stiffened nipples, Toji simultaneously bullies his cockhead past your entrance, sinking into your slippery cunt.

Both of your collective groans fill the barn.

Goddamn, you're fuckin' tight.

Your eyes go wide and moisture pricks your vision as the sting of his girthy cock splitting you open nearly brakes you. You weren't a virgin by any means, and you knew Toji was huge—but shit—it was way bigger in thickness and length than you could have imagined.

Toji has to physically take your legs and wrap them around his body so they stop convulsing.

You whine for him to wait a moment but he couldn't—he didn't have the time.

Toji cups your face, unintentionally smearing dirt across your warm pristine lil' cheek.

"Daddy doesn't have time to wait for ya Bunny, can't get caught by y'er mean ole uncle, yeah?"

"*sniffs* I-I know, b-but—"

"No buts, baby—you want me to fuck ya, rite? Then just lay back and be good doll—promise I'll make ya feel good, eh?"

You can't stop the tears that roll down your cheeks, the burning still evident in your cunt as your walls spasm around him. Toji nuzzles your neck, grunts fanning across your sweetly scented skin as he begins moving his hips.

Soon the sounds of wet flesh smacking, resound in the barn with every harsh thrust of Toji's broad hips. The sloppy squelching noises your pussy cries out has Toji feeling like she's talking directly to him.

Sweat drips off his brow and onto your face as he pulls back a bit to see just how well your slutty lil' hole is globbling him right up—you already frothing a ring of cream around his base like such a good girl—like you were made to take his dick.

Your teeth bite into his shoulder and your nails rake red streaks across his back when his fat cockhead brushes against your g-spot.

Instantly, the shocks vibrating in your cunt overtake any remaining discomfort from your pussy accommodating his massive cock. Your tiddies bounce violently whe he picks up speed rocking into your cunt—spurred on by your cute bites gnawing into him.

Toji would mark you similarly.

God you were so fuckin' wet though, milking him so well.

For all the trouble you gave him your lil' pussy was obedient as hell once she got a lil' dick in her.

"T-Tojiiiii, puh-leaseee k-kiss me, Daddy!"

Slurring, you gaze up at him, eyes blown out in pleasure begging for more of him—for anything he'd give you.

"Yeah, baby, Bunny wants Daddy to kiss her, hm?"

You frantically nod, your whole body is tingling. You just want to feel him consume you completely, all parts of you.

"Heh, of course I'll kiss my lil' bunny—only if ya let me cum ya—m-motherfuck—ya know how long its been since I had pussy this good doll? Gotta cum in 'er."

Mewling under him, you're easily left at his mercy—yet Toji would show you none, devouring you just as greedily as you wanted him to. Your body responds so well to his praises, so needy for them and Toji doesn't mind indulging you when you're being this sweet for him.

Throwing your legs onto his shoulders, Toji raises your ass off the hay onto his knees as he folds your body in half—fucking into you deeper, abusing your cervix as he smashed his lips onto yours.

Truthfully, there's no way in hell Toji would pull out now.

Making the decision for you, the kiss Toji gives you is searing hot. Sucking on your tongue, Toji has you melting you completely under him, your pussy clamping harder around him. His deviant tongue and heavy cock fucking you into submission.

Hell, she was begging him to cum in her even if you weren't or couldn't—you looked absolutely gone—like not even the smallest thought lived in your fucked out lil' head.

Even when Toji pulls back to allow you air his lips never leave yours, biting your kiss swollen bottom lip almost to the point of drawing blood.

You tighten even more than Toji thought possible in the moment once he forced your mouth open and spits into it and your instantly swallowing it—sticking your tongue out for more.

Oh? Bunny becomes such a dirty whore once you're fucking her silly, eh?

Toji wonders what else of his you'd swallow. He'd save that for next time though.

For now Toji had to finish you, he was running out of time. Besides, he was speaking true earlier, he really hadn't had good pussy—pussy at all—in literal fuckin' years. Toji didn't think he could last much longer in a hole with as much wet suction as yours, even if he did have more time.

Slipping a hand between your slick bodies, Toji is now furiously thumbing circles on your sensitive clit.

"C'mon, Bunny baby, cum for Daddy, yeah? Squirt on this dick, just like you did your fingers earlier, doll."

Your body, utterly under the spell of his engorged cock which was currently digging into your kidneys, can't do anything but obey him.

Tumbling over your peak, you do as he asks, splashing fluids onto his pelvis, abs and chest with how much squirt he has gushing out of you.

Your head lulls back and Toji has to clasp his hand over your mouth from how loud you started screaming.

His own release follows soon after. Pumping his extra-thick load, all built up and saved over the years for a pussy as sweet as yours, into your well-fucked-open cunt.

Curses and swears pour out of Toji's mouth as remains side you, still pistoning in you with fervor through both your orgasms. Toji doesn't leave the snug warmth of your gooey core until you squeezed out every single drop he had to give you.

Pulling out, Toji immediately rolls over next to you as not to crush you further. Yet, like a magnet, his needy lil' bunny is curling up against his side, a sleepy sated expression on your angelic face.

Toji hated to leave, but he had to haul ass now if he wasn't gonna get caught.

A crude form of aftercare, but Toji hoses the both of you down.

The cold water snapping you from your lethargic afterglow immediately as you pouted and whined—the brat in you almost instantly returning.

But Toji couldn't just let you sleep ass naked, covered in his cum in the hay for your uncle to find you or worse—another prisoner to find you.

Toji was serious. He really would kill someone if they tried anything with you, he'd taken many innocent lives before as a former hitman—he had no qualms killing some no good convicts.

Setting you upright, Toji finds your dress in the hay and puts it on you. It's soiled and dusty but he straightens it enough so you're at least halfway presentable.

Toji knows you're clever enough to think of a lie if questioned further.

Although, you'd better back to the main house quickly, in case those hickies he gave you start showing up. Toji smirks to himself.

Sending you on your way with quick sloppy kiss and a firm smack on the ass, he lets you leave first.

After waiting a few minutes, Toji exits the barn, grinning devilishly upon seeing you.

You're halfway back up the hill to the house by now, but you still steal glances back at him every few paces. Still panting, you're too shy now to meet his own eyes for longer than a second with your coy smiles.

Toji chuckles.

He had you hooked.

Hah, a slut like you? You'd probably be begging for his cock all throughout the day from now on.

However, Toji knows if he keeps fucking you like this he'll soon get you pregnant.

But ya know? That might not be half bad though.

This simple farm life had been a nice change of pace.

And who wouldn't want a young n' tender cunt like yours to dump in daily? Toji would keep you stuffed full, belly round with his kids and soft tiddies full of milk—for his consumption only.

Toji muses once he had finished fucking the brat out of you, Bunny, you'd become the perfect lil' wifey.

It be good for Megumi to have a mom again and some siblings to keep em busy. Toji would finally have a decent place to raise him too, away from the city and his toxic as fuck family who'd Megumi had been with since the first time his dad got locked in the slammer.

Not to mention—the farm was a perfect cover for his con activities that he couldn't wait to back start up.

He'd only able to do so much with the burner phone Shiu smuggled-in for him, concealing in a shipment of animal feed.

Heh.

All Toji needed now was to ensure you were knocked up, lay the pressure on your strict-god fearing folks to agree for you to marry him, and then finally—your uncle could have a 'untimely and unfortunate accident' leaving the farm and the large inheritance to you—and by proxy—him.

All Toji needed now was to knock you up, apply pressure on your strict, God-fearing parents to agree to the marriage, and then orchestrate an 'untimely and unfortunate accident' for your uncle. Thereby leaving the farm and the substantial inheritance to you—and by proxy—to him.

Yeah, FarmHand!Toji planned to become Farmer!Toji real soon.

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☼ a/n: y'all toji be making me write the most twisted nastiest things for him. i realize soft toji just don't do it for me like depraved toxic morally corrupt toji does, i really would let this man ruin my credit fr y'all, he can have it all.

i didn't expect to write this, all in a day but im at the beck and call of my main mans. otaku!gojo and nerd!gero lovers dun hurt me. taglist in reblogs.

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Nagito fanart 💕💗💖🥹🥹

It’s so beautiful my day is fulfilled

It’s your lucky day! Looks like you caught a Mermaeda. How are we serving him? 🤤 (not raw…..)

This was supposed to be a Mermay post but it’s almost the end of July…. I was so art blocked bJDJSJD

i don’t draw backgrounds OR shirtless men ever so be kind if you notice anything that looks weird!!!

Geez I hate everyone except Toji at this point

Poor baby I want them to run away together, fuck that kingdom and her punkass daddy she deserves happiness and be the magical girl she was always meant to be

I’m glad I’m seeing this now when part 2 is close to being done cuz I’m craving the rest I love this

The Lady and Her Knight (Knight!Toji Fushiguro x Princess!Reader)

Words: 13k // mdni!! 18+ // part 1 of 2

Tw: plot with eventual smut, sexism, reader is disguised as a man in first half (badly), violence, oppressive power structures, everyone wants reader kinda deal, age gap, "kid", virgin reader, forced marriage and grooming (not the main pair), asking to be killed, choking, making out, op reader, soft!toji, Canon typical violence, bad world building

Teaser: “My lady, let me serve you. I will beg if you make me. My body, my sword– my heart… it is yours."

Toji took the job because it is easy money. He and his men simply act as repellent. It will be an easy ride.

The inquiry stated that it was personal security. It did not mention who he would protect exactly, just some noble and in hindsight… that should have made him suspicious but Toji just saw the pretty sum printed on the inquiry. This job is exceptionally well paid. Probably allows him to just enjoy life without working for a few months. He couldn't pass it up.

“I am Counselor Geto. I am with the young prince.” The guy in front of him looks more like a monk than a Counsellor. The hair is way too long and the attire way too showy. Noble families are odd and Toji hates making contracts with them but he needs the money. He might stay in the capitol after this. The best brothels are found there.

“This is the prince's personal knight, Sir Satoru. You should be working together closely.”

Toji has to hold in the laugh. That kid probably made it to knighthood yesterday. His armour is all shiny and new and that sword probably feels light. No experience and being a personal knight already? Yeah, Toji knows that family connections were at hand here. A luxury he doesn't have.

He had to work hard.

Had to go through hell.

“Sir,” Satoru bows. “It is an honour to serve with you. Let us protect the prince.”

Toji's eyebrows quirk. The monk and the kid are extremely tense– if not terrified and that makes Toji uneasy. Why? Why do they think this will be anything but smooth sailing? What are they hiding? “Where is that prince of yours then? We have to lay out some ground rules,” Toji announces.

“You see, sir, as do we,” the monk guy says in a diplomatic tone that Toji despises. He is a man of the sword after all… words never get you anywhere in his line of work. “You are forbidden from looking at the prince directly and he will not address you directly so do not speak to him directly.”

Knights know etiquette. Toji doesn't particularly care for it but even he understands these rules are extreme if not strange compared to the standard. He is a knight and not a peasant but alas… Toji is getting paid so he will just get it done. “Alright.”

Satoru knocks on the wooden palanquin and Toji feels the breath draw from his lungs in a mix of shock and confusion. He doesn't know if it's the anticipation.

The figure that steps out is so feeble and nimble it surprises him. Toji has seen many effeminate men and boys before, it's not uncommon, but this takes it to a new level. The prince is beautiful like a woman would be. It is so strange, like something is clearly off. It's captivating. Toji's eyes lower. It is power like he has never felt before… subtle and maybe even kind.

Toji's initial awe is tainted pretty quickly. The prince doesn't look up, has no straight posture and once standing in the open seems to make himself small. It is strange for a noble. Especially someone like him.

Not addressing the prince directly? Hm. “I am looking forward to serve,” Toji bows, settling for something polite but short. “Alright. First thing, we won't be travelling with the palanquin–”

“No– that is–”

“It draws too much attention and slows us down. Most importantly it makes us a target. Does the prince know how to ride?” Toji is firm but stays mannered.

“Yes,” Satoru says. “Those are reasonable measures, Sir Toji,” he nods and looks at Geto.

“Good. We will only rest if I say so. Our formation will mimic a pocket with you three inside. I'm a practical guy, you will understand when we are underway. I understand the prince is the highest ranked here but I have the command when we are on the road.” Toji knows that saying this comes close to blasphemy. The monk's face completely falls, tenses and then grimaces.

“I forbid–”

Toji catches it. The small brush of the prince's hand against the monk's gown. It is so insignificant, so easy to miss but shuts Geto up instantly.

The monk nods.

“Very well. Pack lightly. We will leave in an hour.” Toji bows and walks off, hand on the hilt of his sword.

What a nuisance.

And there is more…

The ground is muddy. It has been raining on and off for days with no end in sight. It worries him. Toji checks the horses and in the corner of his vision sees how Satoru wraps the prince in a big cloak. It is so pointless. It's not like anyone would recognize the prince and he is already dressed super plainly. But at the end of the day, Toji doesn't care why they are acting so strange. Just get the job done and get paid. It's basically babysitting some brats.

He can't wait to kick back and drown himself in wine and women.

Toji and his men are working like clockwork. He has trained most of these guys himself and they serve under him through respect and loyalty. Outcasts and troublemakers just like him.

Toji has no family interests to protect… that makes him so valuable as a knight. He can be hired without making it political. He can be trusted… well… mostly.

He just gets the job done.

The first few hours of the journey go by smoothly. There are no accidents but then it just has to happen… Toji knew the muddy ground would create an obstacle.

On a narrow pathway the ground suddenly gives way. You grab the reins and stir your horse forward faster in the last seconds before the small avalanche would have swept you away. Your heart beats up your throat as you look back at Geto and Gojo, a cliff now separating them from you. No. No. You can't do this without them. You can't.

“Is everyone alright?” Sir Toji yells.

You give a small nod, keeping your head down.

The others nod as well.

“You will have to go back and walk around. We will meet at the foot of the mountain.”

“No–” Geto protests.

“I'll find a way–” Satoru starts to stir his horse.

“You hired me for protection. I will protect the prince,” Toji calls. This is so ridiculous.

Toji sees in the corner of his eye how you raise your hand and wave. Geto and Gojo look absolutely distraught.

“My liege, be careful,” Geto calls.

And with that Toji and you ride on alone.

You have never been alone with a stranger. Ever. Let alone a man. Your world is so small and now that you are outside the castle walls it is all too much. The thought of soon being married to him is like a guillotine dangling on a unravelling thread.

Satoru tried to cheer you up. He told you all the towns you will pass, all the pretty lakes and rivers you will see on your way to the capitol. But you are just handled from one cage to a worse one.

It frightens you beyond words. You know how valuable you are and your father was never shy to paint in vivid detail what some men would do. You have been prepared your whole life for this journey…

“Are you sure you are okay, my liege?” Toji asks after a while. He is still Toji the troublemaker… who would he be if he did not test the boundaries.

Your eyes stay down. He knows not to address you directly so why does he? You simply nod. Making your voice sound manly is hard so you just don't talk.

Toji hoped he'd get the prince to at least say something. The whole two hours are spent in silence. Maybe Toji isn't worth the prince's voice to strain or something. What an arrogant bastard.

When you reunite with the rest you jump off that horse and run to Geto and Satoru. Satoru grabs you by the shoulders and looks you over for any harm. Your whole body relaxes.

Toji rolls his eyes. He's not that bad of a company.

“Sir Toji,” Geto calls. “The Prince thanks you for your concern and quick thinking.”

Toji frowns. He is so utterly confused now. He can't help but look at the boy directly, noticing only then that the highness is bowing. Toji holds his breath and bows lower. As he must.

“Of course.”

Toji stays in his lowered position as the prince and his two extras walk back to the horses. What if the prince is mute? Could that be it? An illness or something. Nah. Toji doesn't care. He's just getting paid.

It's just… interesting. Toji is infatuated with this whole thing. Why the secrecy?

The night comes quiet and quickly. It is cold and clear, which makes it easier to spot potential threats. Toji takes the first watch. Of course. Everyone is fast asleep– well except for the prince. Toji watches how he sneaks off, hurrying to the forest nearby. He should wake up the monk but it seems easier to just grab you himself. You probably just have to piss. Even royals must.

Toji grabs his sword and stomps after you. How will he address you when he is not addressing you directly? He is thinking hard about that but when he turns behind a big and old trunk he freezes in awe of sublime beauty.

You are no prince at all. He sees that now. Clear as day. Now that you think you are alone and you relax– There is no denying it. The soft moonlight cascades down on you and a huge white stag is laying before you enjoying your pets, it's a scene straight from some goddess’ shrine. You are a woman… no, you are the woman. He knows it in his bones. You are the one the oracles have prophesied will unify the land… to tear it down and to build it anew– you are the former queen's daughter… the last true heir to the throne. The only one who could take down King Sukuna and end his terrible reign.

Toji's knees buckle. He should be cowering before you, breathing the same air seems like an offence. You are a goddess to some, a myth to others. A saint to most.

Toji thought he didn't believe in such crap… But the spark that runs through his veins is exhilarating and undeniable.

“It gets so hard to pretend,” you say to the stag. It is huge, monstrous even with antlers that could kill but in your presence it is tame and loving. “But I feel safe with Sir Toji around. I wish I could properly thank him… he… seems good.”

Toji feels his heart pinch. Like the stag being tame in your presence, the coldness in him thaws just like that. His breath becomes short.

Toji moves behind the trunk just in time. His heart is pounding so loudly he can't hear anything else. It is you. Some would give up their entire riches to acquire you. Some would murder hundreds, start wars and impossible battles. How could Toji protect you? He is no one… an outcast… a failure. It is too big… you are too important. He is not worthy to even look at you.

His heart doesn't stop beating.

》》》》

He cannot stop looking at you. You are her. You are really her. The rightful ruler. The legend. The most powerful woman in the realm. It is so unbelievable… a myth turning reality right in front of him.

And no one knows.

There are so many things he could use you for if he wanted to. You could be his ticket back into the Zenin clan for starters.

Would. He wouldn't ever want to return to that shithole. Only to slaughter them all, that is all he desires. If he sold you he could retire… but he wouldn't dare get on the king's bad side. Toji sighs. He has to pull himself together. Last night changed nothing. He will get the job done and get paid and forget about you. It is not his business.

Why are you travelling to the capitol like this? Why are you pretending to be so weak? Shouldn't you come leading an army?

The way the moonlight danced on your skin was magical– heavens.

“Listen up!” Toji pushes his horse forward. “The forest we are about to enter will be our greatest obstacle. Stay alert. I want the prince and Geto in the middle. Satoru, you take the flank.”

“Yes, sir.”

The forest is thick with branches weaving together so tightly that barely any sunlight manages to peek through, eerie sounds reverberate around and the horses become uneasy quickly. Toji's hand rests on the hilt of his sword, ready for anything.

“There would have been no other route?” Geto asks.

Toji rolls his eyes and decides to not answer. He had the freshly baked knight down as annoying but the monk is the real kicker.

“I think we should turn back,” Geto says. “This is a disaster waiting to happen. Sir Toji?”

“We are not.”

“I must insist. I am responsible for the prince’s safety–”

“And the prince is safe,” Toji shoots, looking at Geto. “I am making sure of it. Don't you worry.”

As if that boy could do anything if you were attacked. Toji can and will protect you. He was hired to do it, right?!

Toji turns his attention back but notices it too late now. Stupid monk. Why did he turn to look at him?! Why did he even entertain the conversation? Toji draws his sword but an arrow pierces through his shoulder right under his armour. Toji clenches his teeth and pushes between you and Gojo to grab the reins of your horse but when bandits jump from the trees it still spooks. You reach for him, he sees it, but with an arrow stuck in his shoulder he cannot catch you in time.

You fall and the next thing you know is how you're held down and stolen away. You're too terrified to move or open your eyes. This can't be happening. Where is Satoru?! Is he okay? You hope Sir Toji is okay. You know Geto was distracting him… it wasn't his fault. Geto will be so mad.

But what do you do now? Look at you again… thinking about everyone else before yourself. You need to–

You try not to squeal as you are picked up and thrown over someone's shoulder then carried into a cabin. The man drops you in a corner and he and his companions laugh as you hide in your cloak.

“We are inside. Take that off, your highness!” You try to cling to it, try to fight but your cloak hits the moulding wooden planks nonetheless. You think they see it right away. Your hair is tied up and hidden underneath a royal headpiece– one that prince's would wear. But still. You just cannot act the part. Any disguise would not suffice.

They all start to laugh, mumbling insults. One kicks his sheathed sword into your crotch. It isn't harsh, more so to humiliate. Are they making an effort to not hurt you?

“He didn't say we cannot lute what's on him, right?” Someone says. “That headpiece looks expensive!”

Wait…?! Your hands fly up, trying to hold it in place as three of them come at you. You have never been so terrified in your life… not even when he came to visit. You try to push them away but they are huge like Sir Toji– downright giants.

Your eyes bulge and your veins freeze when you hear fabric rip. You stop dead. “You probably wear jewellery…” The bandit trails off. “What is… this?”

They pull off the headpiece and your braids spill down your back as he rips open the tunik more revealing the binding that minimizes your curves.

“By the heavens,” the three of them say. “Ya no lad!”

“What?!” The others say, wanting to get a look and now you have about 10 men gouging at you.

“Don't touch me!” You shout and almost manage to wiggle free but then the leader grabs your wrists and holds a dagger to your chin. You gulp looking at him.

He travels the tagger to the wrapping. “S-stop!” You whisper.

“You can't expect us to not be curious now. What are you hiding? Let us at least see.” He cuts into the fabric and you squeal as he threatens to expose you. You were so worried about being found out that you forgot to fear the aftermath and now it's staring you in the eye.

The cloth unravels and you use your free hand to grab at the ripped tunik, keeping yourself covered. “Get off me!” You yell again.

They laugh… until they don't.

You all feel his presence even before the door tears down.

It is chilling. Winter personified, dark and cold, brutal and unforgiving. Those who didn't prepare will face death, it is just natural law. The ice will claim them, it is inevitable; for he is stronger. He is the strongest.

“She said to get off her,” Toji's voice rumbles, his eyes are narrow and apathetic. You can hear the blood dripping from the wound on his shoulder. It is so loud… so dooming. Drop. Drop. “Don't yer know how to treat a lady? Fools.” Drop. Drop. “I'm gonna teach yer some manners!”

The leader lets go of you and your legs buckle underneath you in Sir Toji's wrathful energy. It is not even directed at you… but you cannot take it. You crawl back until your back hits the wall.

The most foolish one attacks first. You watch how Sir Toji slaughters them… using his sword like an extension of himself. Blood gets splattered around and hits your face. It taints the air coppery. You know better than anyone that men are violent… your whole life centres around how violent men are… but you couldn't fathom the extent of it until now. You don't remember how your mother and her court were murdered. Was it anything like this? Worse? You have heard all the stories. Of how your mother was slaughtered, of how your father managed to survive and most importantly… Of your soon to be husband– the most violent man to have ever walked the land. He has showed you glimpse of it the two times you have met. Yet, seeing it is so different. Violence is the only sure thing with men, isn't it?

“Who hired you!?” Toji demands to know, standing on the skull of the leader. Your eyebrows twitch. He figured it out already?

“I don't know what you're talking about!” He pleads… lies.

“Who knows?! Who knows about this journey!?”

“I don't–”

“He admitted there was someone behind it to me,” you say. Your voice barely makes it over to them. Toji blinks and meets your eyes then he just kills the guy, snapping his neck.

You flinch, squeezing your eyes shut and when he takes big strides toward you, you cower in fear. He only picks you up and carries you outside to sit by the stream near the hut. Your heart is beating like crazy. He cups your face.

“Are you hurt, your grace?” He asks… his voice is soft now… his blood-stained hands too.

And you can't comprehend it.

You are starstruck by the depth of his luscious green eyes. No gem could compare. None you've ever seen. They are older and have seen so much more than you could fathom. They are deeper than any eyes you've looked into. And more tired too.

“N-no,” you whisper but tears shoot into your eyes. “I was just scared.” Your head drops lower. His palm comes up to caress the back of your head. You hold your breath at his sudden gentleness. Like sunrays making it through a stormy sky, like pillowy soft snow that glitters and gleams beautifully. Winter can be gentle too… Can it? But can men really be?

“You're okay, kid. I've got you.”

He wets a handkerchief and puts a finger under your chin, lifting your gaze. He gingerly cleans the blood off your face. Is he not surprised at all… does he have no questions? He just accepts the fact you are no prince? That it was all a farce?

“Sir… Toji?”

“Men don't wander off at night to play with some magical animals,” he says accusatively. The annoyance in his voice is almost funny. “Be more careful.”

Your bottom lip trembles and you're about to start crying.

“Tsk,” he rolls his eyes. “Men also don't cry so easily either. Pull yourself together.”

“Yes,” you squeeze your fists. “Thank you,” you breathe out.

“You pay me–”

“No–” you reach up and touch his wrist, stopping his aggressive rubbing against your cheek. “I know. I mean… I mean–”

He frowns at you like you are speaking two different languages right now. He could have acted in so many ways finding out… but he just keeps protecting you.

He sighs and tumbles back, landing on his butt. His armour clatters. “Shit.”

“Sir Toji!”

“Will you help me out of my armour?” He mumbles.

“Yes–” You move quickly and untie the black fur coat around his shoulders, Only then seeing just how badly his shoulder is injured. His entire left sleeve is colored red. You reach around and unhook the chest plate lifting it over his head. He takes off his linen shirt himself. You hold your breath with him half naked in front of you, bulging muscles and sweaty skin, it does something foreign to you but you can't think about that. You don't want to. He is losing a lot of blood.

You run inside the hut again.

“Hey– uh–” Toji can't move. “Get back here!” He won't let you out of his sight ever again. How dare you just– shit, he can't move.

“I just grabbed– it's very sturdy cloth,” you explain yourself, holding the wrap that concealed your curves that is now cut up in smaller pieces. “I think it can make for a good band-aid.”

Toji rolls his eyes and snatches it from you. “I'm fine.” He cleans the wound with some water and tries to wrap it up but it's an awkward position.

“Let me help, Sir Toji,” you say softly. He eventually lets you, just scoffing and nodding at you.

“Are you really…?” He chews on the words. He felt so starstruck, he needs no confirmation.

“I… suppose.” You know what he means.

“Tsk.”

“I have nothing to prove it–”

“I believe it,” he sighs. “But why are you travelling to the capitol now… Without an army no less.”

Your hand comes to rest on the top of his shoulders. It's a gentle touch… one that Toji doesn't know… He shivers. You take a shaky breath and something in that makes it all clear to him. His heart drops to the pit of his stomach.

He always wondered… if you survived… how? It’s because Sukuna let you live.

“I am to be married off,” you say.

Toji keeps his raging thoughts to himself. He picks up his shirt and rips the sleeves then lets you help him put on his armour again. No he won't ask. He can connect the dots but he won't ask.

He doesn't care.

You are standing in front of him and he peers down at you. Your shirt is ripped, half your cleavage is exposed. Not that he minds but he is aware he could be hanged for just seeing someone like you like this. “What do we do about that? For a hooker it's appropriate but–”

“Don't say such things to me!” You snap, bright red.

You're still lady and knight. He cannot possibly talk to you that way!

He grins and gives you his cloak as yours is drenched in blood. “Shall we then, your grace?”

“Wait– are we not meeting up with the others again?” You can't possibly be alone with him.

“We will. In Louiston. I can protect you better if I'm alone with you anyway.”

“T-that is not– Geto surely–”

He walks close to you, quickly. You have no time to brace yourself. He leans closer, grinning still. “Yer don't like my company, princess?”

A shiver runs down your spine. His manners seem to be gone all of a sudden. Is it the blood loss? You wondered why they call him Sir Toji The Troublemaker when he has acted so well behaved the entire time. Now you know. “Let's just go then!” You cross your arms and turn away. He must know how much your heart is beating.

Toji mounts his horse. You want to pick a horse for yourself but he clicks his tongue. Like a trained dog you look at him instantly. “We only take mine,” he holds his hand out.

You look up at him dumbfounded. “What?”

“The closer you are to me… the better.”

You want to squeal. He can't say such a thing! You keep a straight face and take his hand and he pulls you up so you sit in front of him. He holds the reins, hands resting by your thighs.

It's way too close.

He's way too close.

He is way too comfortable touching you.

“Does your shoulder hurt badly?” You ask.

“Nah… I'm tough. Don't ya worry.”

“I don't!” You shoot. “But if it gets infected and you can't do your job… Don't expect to get paid. Is all.”

He laughs. Cheeky.

You ride through the thick forest until the sun starts to set. He decides on a place to make camp for the night and tells you to wait then disappears into the thick. You are actually terrified by how quickly it gets dark. You don’t know how much time passes but you are sure it is too long. First he says he needs to stay close to you and then he just leaves… what a liar… why would he do that? Why is he leaving you alone?

A branch snaps and you gasp, “Toji!?”

“Missed me already?” He hums.

“Why would you leave me alone! I thought you said we have to stay close!” You can’t even see him properly. It is so dark and his dark armour and hair blends right into the night.

He chuckles, “next time I take you along when I have to take a piss. As you wish, your highness.”

Your face turns every shade of red and you cross your arms, huffing out air. How dare he speak to you like this? You lay down, feeling exhausted and defeated. Why is he so irritating? You jump when his huge frame suddenly comes closer. Your hand reaches out as if to be ready to push him off– he lays down beside you.

“If I wanted to come at you there would have been enough opportunities, kid,” he chuckles. “Take it easy.”

You feel so embarrassed. You look at his form lying next to you and wonder… what if he would? Would you want it? You should not think such nonsense.

“Stop calling me kid,” you mumble. “I'm off age… less I would not get married off.”

“To him,” Toji says and you are not oblivious to the malice in his tone.

Silence takes the reins for a long time. He is the first outsider… the first human you speak to that is not affiliated with your father or Sukuna. You wonder if…

“Sir Toji…? Does it make sense to you? If I am said to be the rightful ruler of the realm… why am I married to some king? Should I not be… king?” You wonder, staring up at the specs of stars that make it through the canopy. “You are smarter than I am… maybe you–”

He snorts. “I am smart? That's news to me.” Toji sighs. He knows how politics work. Growing up as a Zenin taught him much. “They don't want you to have power,” he says genuinely. “Their ways are working for them, they get richer and accumulate more power. Your claim on the land may be the most true and the people hope for your return but you are your mother’s daughter… and Sukuna will just use you to put out the last embers of hope. The people are waiting for you… that prophecy was spread like wildfire. In a twisted way, they give the people what they want– and by marrying you to--him– the status quo stays the same. The people get their fated, true ruler… at a cost. The power stays undisturbed. And he… well… he gets to make an example out of dominating you… gets to solidify his false claim… when you have his child… his claim becomes true once and for all. No one can challenge him if you can't. And no one wants to risk endorsing you. Using you… that is another spiel. Those bandits… you are the most important pawn in the game of power.”

“Sir Toji,” you whisper, sleepy. “You could be an advisor.”

“I would rather get torn apart by griffins, kid.”

“Thank you for being honest. It is the first time… someone is honest to me about it.”

You sound so sad… so disillusioned. What have they done to you over all these years?

He scoffs.

Toji wakes up before you. You are turned toward each other now, huddled together closely for body heat.

You look so peaceful… So divine. He feels unbearable rage seething underneath his skin when he thinks about the way your power is taken from you. You are a blessing and you get married to a monster. You have the clearest claim to the throne and yet–. He reaches out and softly strokes back your hair, revealing frosty cheeks and pursed lips. He could just steal you away. Why would he think that? This is just a job.

And besides, he is just a monster himself.

》》》》

You have finally made it out of the forest by the third day. You didn't realize just how restricting the trees around you were until you finally could breathe again in the open fields that stretch on before you now. A huge lake lies before you as well and you can make out tiny houses on the other side of the shore. Is that the capitol?

“The others are not here,” Toji mumbles. He sighs, annoyed. “We will wait a day then assume they have already moved on to Louiston… I told them to wait here but…”

“Hm… I thought that was the capitol,” you are disappointed.

He looks at you funny then moves the horse further to the shore where you will make camp.

“Do I not need a new disguise?” You look at him.

“You realize no one knows who you are. No one will recognize you, don't ya worry.” Toji fumbles with the saddle, wanting to give his horse some relief after being so reliable. He unhooks the buckle then stops dead at what you say.

“You recognized me.”

Pff. No that was different. “Well– the moon was shining down at yer– and yer was petting a white stag! Just stay away from magical beasts and we're all good.” He swings the saddle off but drops it, not able to hold the weight.

“Sir Toji?!” You hurry to him. “Your injury–”

“Doesn't concern yer.”

You swallow hard and step back. Maybe he is right. He doesn't need you to care for him. You nod and excuse yourself to use the bathroom which in your predicament is just a convenient sized bush.

Why is he so defensive? Can't he just let you help? You like to help. Particularly him. You'd like to help him… be of help to him– shut up. You tug on your hair. Why are you thinking about stuff like this? He is just doing a job.

You come back to camp and freeze. He is entirely naked in the water, washing himself. No shame or trying to be subtle. He could have moved to a different spot. Or kept his undergarments on.

Why is he like this?!

He is built like the statues in the gardens at home, made from marble… perfect. Toji turns and covers his manly anatomy with both hands.

“You should probably clean up too, princess,” he says.

Preposterous! “Are you shy?” You shoot and start to undress because you need to prove to him that you are in fact not shy. You know he will tease you… you won’t even give him the chance.

“Wouldn't wanna scare yer,” he chuckles. He relaxes, hands moving into his wet hair and you hate yourself for looking so obviously.

You have seen Suguru and Satoru naked once– to your and their dismay. They were getting close in the library and you happened to walk in. Sir Toji seems to be a whole different species though even when he is… relaxed. His body hair is dark, trailing from his abdomen toward his genitals, curling a little. It looks quite nice, you think. You look away when he laughs, feeling all sorts of shame again.

“Do you always creep on your knights, my lady? Tsk Tsk.” He muses.

You pull your tunik over your head, fully exposed now and find his wandering eyes roaming your figure. “You were saying, Sir Toji? And you are not my knight.”

He turns his entire head to a different direction. “I will get hanged…,” he mumbles to himself.

You step up to the water and hold your toe in, shrieking. “It is way too cold!” You cross your arms over your chest for warmth and cover. “I cannot possibly get– ahh!” He grabs you and throws you in. You emerge again and gasp as the shock of both the cold and the action itself surges through you. Toji laughs. You are sitting in the water, staring up at him in utter shock. Did he really? You cannot help but smile.

“Treason!” You call.

“Execute me yourself, kiddo,” he mocks.

You splash up water at him and he laughs.

You get up but don’t stand for long as he sweeps your leg. “Yer need to soak some more,” Toji grins. “You are filthy.”

You want to tackle him, coming at him but he stands like said marble statues too. You have no chance. He chuckles, “adorable.”

You let go, reassessing how you will make him fall. The grin on his lip is so infuriating.

Hues of orange and gold dance across the water with the setting sun, wrapping you in warm pastels and occasional purples. The green of his eyes makes you feel so alive… like you never have.

Suguru would have a heart attack seeing you like this.

“What’s it gonna be?” He tilts his head, inviting you to try but instead you lose the playful posture and straighten up, face going pale.

“Sir Toji… there is a… woman?” You frown, squinting to see better. He spins around; arm extending to shield you.

“Get back to the shore,” he orders. Your little play has made you stray quite far. “Go!” Toji barks when you don’t move and the woman seems to get closer.

You move then, hurrying back to shore and when you are back on land the woman is gone. Toji immediately packs up.

“We are moving away from the water.”

“We don’t even know if she means harm?”

He sneers and throws your clothes at you. You narrow your eyes. And he is right back to being a porcupine.

You don't talk from there on out and soon you doze off for a brief moment awaking again alone at your new campsite. You frown but soon make out Toji's frame by the shore. The moon is bright tonight, allowing you to see just enough.

“Sir Toji?” Your voice is soft, timid. “Are you not resting at all?”

“Tch.”

You sit beside him, looking out at the silvery water. “Thank you.”

It comes with so much tenderness he almost misses it. “What?”

“That was the first time I… had fun. Earlier.”

That is incredibly sad. Toji tries to find your eyes in the moon gloom. There is nothing he could say. He doesn't want to care… you are just a job. “You seemed disappointed that we haven't reached the capitol… do you want to marry him? Do you look forward to it?” He asks… though he does not want to know.

“What? No?” You frown. “It's just… I've never been to the capitol… and… it feels like the only connection I have left to my mother. It is her throne. I spent the first few years of my life in that castle… I wonder if it will feel familiar.”

“Right,” he nods.

“I know marrying him is like a death sentence… I am not all that naive.”

“Don't say that.” He sighs.

“You know it is–”

You and Toji perk up when you hear hooves bang against the sandy ground. Your face lights up thinking it is Geto and Gojo but then Toji grabs you, putting his hand over your mouth. He drags you into the water near the overgrown reed.

“Take a deep breath,” he hisses and pulls you underwater. You struggle against him but he has you in a tight grip and when you see the outlines of strangers, you understand he is just hiding you.

But you are running out of air. You dig your nails into his wrist but he won't let go. He cannot. The men will kill you or worse. You are about to drown. You can feel it.

Your eyes flutter when you feel a strange current.

You are staring right at the woman.

You don't startle. She isn't threatening. There is gentleness and caring in her glowing eyes. She is made entirely out of translucent water, her features are all glassy and elusive.

You raise your hand to Toji's chest, feeling how his grip gets tighter. He then drops the hand from your mouth and it grabs your hip. He'll be damned if that demon rips you right from under his grip.

The woman cups your face and leans in for a kiss. She fills your lungs up with air again then looks at Toji. Her caring eyes turn cold and wrathful. She won't help him. She will let him die just like that.

You turn and cup Toji's face. Your eyes meet and he looks so dumbfounded. You press your lips to his as she has done to you and share the air with him.

And a moment later you finally feel the galloping reverberate in the water. You swim to the surface and gasp for air, coughing and heaving.

Toji cups your face but you turn away, pushing his hands off…Facing toward your savior. She is water. It cascades and forms her beautiful features and long hair. You are in awe.

“You are the lady of this lake, aren't you?” You ask.

She nods.

“Thank you for saving us.” You bow your head.

She comes closer again and cups your cheek, stroking your hair back. You stay as still as possible feeling Toji's eyes burn at you.

“Y-you are her?” Her words come out distorted with a thick accent.

You nod. You think you know what she means.

She smiles. “The one to bring peace to us magic folk. I have waited so long… we have… my queen.”

You take a shaky breath. “I… I–”

She leans in again and kisses you. Your eyes go huge. This must be a cultural thing. It has to be.

Her eyes now flicker to Toji. “Your mate… He is injured. It will kill him soon.” Her voice sounds indifferent. “You must heal him if you wish to keep him.”

Heal him? Her words lay like a stone in your stomach. You must heal him? What does she mean? You gulp and nod. “Thank y-you, my lady.”

And with that she disappears.

You and Toji swim back to the shore and neither of you can speak. You walk back to your camp. Luckily the men did not find it. Toji chose a good spot.

“Didn't I say– did I not tell you to stay away from magical creatures,” Toji sneers. He can't quite fathom what he just witnessed. The ladies of waters usually drown people for no reason at all. They are vicious and evil.

“Show me your shoulder.”

“Piss off, your grace.”

“Show me now! I order you!” You demand and stomp your feet, standing in front of him.

Toji chuckles. You are both drenched and the cold starts to nip at his body… so it surely does at yours too.

He lifts his tunik and kicks his pants off. “What are you–?”

“You will catch a cold. Take em off.”

“Oh– no, don't distract from it…I– show me your shoulder!”

Toji sits down. You stand before him, the moon behind you almost like a halo.

“Why didn't you say something?” You whisper.

“What does it concern you? I'm just supposed to do my job.”

You hate him. You hate that he doesn't see you as anything but a job… something he was hired to care for. He is like anyone else. You are never just yourself. The princess. The sacrifice. The queen. The job.

He doesn't care about you… but you care about him. You cannot help it. You care. you care about so much all the time. You place your hand on his shoulder and think about what the lady of the lake has said. Heal him. You pour energy into his wound until you are too exhausted to continue.

You drop to your knees, heaving. Whatever you just did… it drained you beyond words. “There… all better.” Your teeth clatter together as the cold finally reaches you.

Toji touches his shoulder. His eyes go wide. He rotates his arm. It is better than new. “How did you…? That is im–” You collapse and he just so catches you, cradling you in his arms.

You look peaceful like this. He brushes your wet hair away.

It is a tender touch. His heart feels tender too– it nearly hurts. He cares. The second he found you with those bandits… he cared. But you are just a job.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

》》》》

He can feel how tense you are. He wishes he would have any soothing words to offer but nothing about him is nurturing, caring or soft.

Not like you are.

Toji reaches his gloved hand up and squeezes your elbow. It is the best he can do. You are safe… he is with you.

That is all he can give to you.

“They should be at an Inn,” he says. “Just for clarification, the monk is not going to instantly kill me now that I know, right?”

“You are more afraid of Geto than Gojo?” You frown.

“They are both little boys to me… but the monk creeps me out.”

“I won't let anyone punish you, Sir Toji. Only I have the right to do so,” you say, taking a deep breath.

“I kinda wanna find out what that would be like,” he whispers close to your ear making your skin tingle. “But technically you don't. I am just a hire… I am not your knight… you said it yourself.”

“Sir Toji!” You warn and he chuckles.

He is right though and something about that bothers you. Toji feels more like your knight than Satoru ever has and yet… he's not. Never will be.

He stops at the first Inn in town and you walk close behind him. Everyone seems to look at the two of you. It makes you so uneasy.

Toji talks to the lady behind the counter. You didn't pay too close attention until you realized he was flirting with her. Of course he would. He does that with every woman, doesn't he? You aren't special at all. You hate him. He is so inappropriate.

Your face flattens as you realize what you are doing. By the gods. Do you… care for him like that? More than you should? Is that why your heart burns seeing him smile at this girl? This cannot happen.

“Thanks, beautiful,” Toji winks and stirs you toward the stairs. “They are upstairs. Room 7.”

“Okay,” you whisper, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. You cannot look at him. Why would you feel so angry?

“Don't get nervous now.” Toji walks ahead and you follow close.

You are nervous. Will it change how he acts toward you when Geto and Gojo are around? Will he stop being so kind and nonchalant? You want him to stay like this… You are rather a job to him than the princess.

You reach out for his hand and Toji stops at the top of the stairs. He doesn't say anything. He just gives your hand a squeeze then let's go. He has to let go… you know it.

You follow him down the hallway. Room 7 is the last one. You stop. Gojo always takes rooms close to the stairs… he said if you need to run, it is a quicker way out. He told you.

“Toji–”

The door flies open and Toji is thrown against the wall. You hear the slither of a blade and then chattering armour as Toji blocks the blow with his arm.

“(Y/N), run! I'll find you!”

Your feet are quicker than your mind. You turn and hurl for the stairs only to be met by a sharp grin. The blonde man's broad frame blocks your way and he is quick to grab your arm.

“Unhand me!” You try to claw at him.

“You are much more beautiful than I– Ouch!”

You manage to free yourself from his grip and run toward Toji. You wrap your arms around his waist and press yourself into his side. He is the safest place you have ever known.

“It is blasphemous that a scoundrel like you protects the saint. Please tell me you are only a hire and not her knight.”

“What do you want!” Toji sneers. He straightens and pushes you behind his body. You keep holding onto his arm, looking at the man in front of you.

“I apologize for this mess, my lady,” he bows.

“We just need to make sure you do not fall into anyone else's hands.” His gaze lifts to meet Toji's eyes. “And I can never give up an opportunity to put my nephew into his place.”

“Ha… still the bitter old man, aren't yer,” Toji's voice is deeper– angrier. That tone scares you. He has never used it with you… you hope he never will.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot there, princess. I did not mean to scare you, can we forget that?” The blonde guy taps his head and grins.

“Will you come with us… or does this have to get… messier?” The older man says. His eyes are so full of hatred and he never looks away from Toji. “What will it be?”

“I will ki–”

You squeeze Toji's hand and step forward. Head high with your eyes focused like you have been taught. “I will come peacefully… but only if Sir Toji comes as well. He is my knight… any act of violence against him is an attack on me.” You lie. They don't know Toji is a hire, obviously. You just have to pretend. Toji's eyes flicker to you. His heart skips a beat.

The old man chews on his tongue. “Very well then, your grace. I cannot argue with that if he is under your command so be it… though you will find out soon enough that he is nothing but a drunken lowlife monkey, no?”

Toji sneers and his body stirs but you hold him back. “I wish for you to not disrespect my knight… it is simple… can you do that, no?”

He laughs. “Of course… of course. It's all in good fun.” He smirks so disgustingly and walks ahead.

You look at Toji but he doesn't look at you. He cannot see anything beyond his anger and rage right now. You keep holding his hand… you can't let him get lost in it.

You walk ahead and he is right behind you. When you pass the blonde one he says, “well, well, cous… guess you just won a ticket back home to the Zenin clan. How lucky.”

The Zenins? Geto has taught you about the important lords of this land. The Gojos, though Satoru is the only surviving member, the Kamos, who are in hiding and the Zenins… who betrayed your mother and joined forces with… him. Satoru would have been hanged, eradicating the Gojos for good if it was not for your father's efforts. He was just a child back then. But your father did not do it out of good will. You were aware of how he treated Satoru always– as disposable. He was groomed as your protector from that moment on, doomed to keep the high king's future bride safe until delivery day and then be at his mercy. The Gojos used to serve as protectors under your mother… now Gojo is complicit in your doom. It is cruel.

The only ones that made it out of the war were the Zenins.

You look at Toji. He is one of them? He is one of these evil monsters? It cannot be. Why would Geto hire him?! Him of all people?! A Zenin.

You get on your horse and two guards cage you in. Even if he tried he couldn't get out of this. He is done for. He failed you. He truly is a fucking failure.

Toji's grip on you becomes more painful by the second. You put your hand on his and push it off, clawing his fingers away one by one.

“Snap out of it,” you sneer at him. You need him now… whether he is a Zenin or not. “What do you want?” You say loud enough for the old Zenin to hear. “I was on my way to… him… there is no reason to act as escorts.”

The old man laughs.

“Actually… we might just save you from having to marry that monster. If you agree to our terms, that is,” Naoya muses.

You feel your throat close up. No… No way. “W-what are–”

“All in due time, your grace.”

You chew on your tongue the whole ride. It takes you the entire day to get to the Zenin estate. You are exhausted but trying not to show it. It is a small but luxurious castle with a garden that reminds you of home.

“Where are Geto and Sir Gojo then?” You ask as you all walk in.

“Who?” The old Zenin frowns.

You look at Toji but he simply shakes his head ever so slightly. You drop it but it is strange, isn't it? You assumed they had captured Geto and Gojo and that is how they knew you were coming.

“Show the lady to her room. We will take supper in about an hour.” The old Zenin says and a servant girl leads you and Toji to a luxurious room.

You cannot help but fall onto the bed and let out a sigh, releasing all the tension in your body for a second. “You are awfully quiet… Zenin.”

“I am not a Zenin– not anymore,” he says below a breath.

“Were you there when they betrayed my mother?” You sit up and suddenly look at him like a noble looks at a knight. Before… you looked at him with kindness. Toji has endured torture, monsters and so many horrors, but right now he feels pain like he has never before.

“I was.”

“You should find your own room… I am going to freshen up now,” you walk into the adjacent bathroom, not looking at him again. You don't know if you ever want to know to what extent he helped kill your mother. “I want to get this over with so I can return to my knight, Satoru, quickly.”

Toji feels a throbbing in his chest. He has been serving you with everything he's got. He would never admit it, not under torture, but he is devoted to you. He will stay by your side even when you're married to that monster. You want him by your side. He knows it. He sees it. You smile and you trust him and you make him feel something. He cannot let the Zenins ruin this… Not this! He is your knight. He should be. The second he slaughters the bandits and you sat by the stream– he was all in. He needs to serve you.

Toji's boots are heavy against the marble. He storms into the bath, kneeling before you with his head by your feet. He can barely hear his own voice through the thumping of his heart. “My lady, if I could change the blood in my veins I would have done it by now. I would kill myself if it meant eradicating the Zenin bloodline. I want to see this castle burn even more than you do. Please… I am devoted to you. The Zenins mean nothing to me.”

You blink. Your heart aches. “I am just a job to you… why does it matter?” He has said it himself. You want him– but his loyalty is only to money. He said so. Again and again.

“My lady, let me serve you. I will beg if you make me. My body, my sword– my heart… it is yours. You give me a purpose, my lady. I have never been given that in my life. I am a failure– I am nothing… but you showed me what it means to fight for something bigger– When you called me your knight earlier– it is all I want to be. I see it in every spec of you… you are worth raising my sword for.”

You kneel and hug him. He is frozen for a moment but then wraps his arms around you holding you tightly.

“I need you,” you whisper. “My knight.”

》》》》

You bring the glass of wine to your lips, letting the tangy liquid slowly fill your mouth. You lean back, placing the cup down again but keeping your hand on it, finger tapping in annoyance. “Can we stop pretending like we are just having a nice dinner together, Zenin?”

“Are you not enjoying it?” Naoya asks with a shabby grin.

You want Toji to rip his head off for you. Right now.

There is so much that makes no sense. Where are Geto and Gojo? How did the Zenins find you and for what? They are the closest to the king.

“What were you talking about earlier?” You ask. “That you will– prevent me from marrying him?”

“I am sure you know the Zenins train the grand army.”

“Yes.”

“If you agree to our terms we can stage a military coup against him.”

Toji laughs. “That will never work. Even the grand army is not enough to take him down.”

“But if our fair saint here rallies the common people and magic folk to riot… It will.”

Toji chews on his words. He cannot deny that now it is a reasonable plan. You hold the key. You are force.

“And what are your terms?”

“You will marry my son.”

Naoya grins.

“And all power will be handled by the Zenins. You can do charity work… Keep the people happy but we run the land.”

You scoff, your knuckles turn white.

“We are not helping you get back the power that is rightfully yours, my lady. We want to seize it for ourselves. Now is the time. You must understand.”

“Will you let me sleep on it?” You say through teeth. “I will consider your offer.”

Toji looks at you.

“Like you have a choice,” Naoya laughs.

Toji follows behind you as you exit the great dining hall. The second you step into your room, he makes you back into the wall, towering over you with menacing eyes. You have never seen him like this… not even when he slaughtered the bandits. He looks entirety tortured, like something snapped inside of him. His confession earlier was shocking enough. You are happy… somehow but Toji seems to not do good here.

“You will… consider?” He breathes out as cold as a winter day. The coldness consumes you and yet there is a bubbling fire in the pit of your stomach thrashing whenever he is this close. “You… will … consider?” His hand tightens around your arm. There is nothing in his eyes right now… they are as void as can be.

“Sir Toji,” your voice comes out faint. “Compose yourself.” You want to pull away but he doesn't let you. You bring your free hand up to his chest plate and push. “Toji! Stop.”

“Tell me you just said it. Tell me you didn't mean it! Tell me–”

You slap him. His head is turned away now, eyes wide and unfocused. He lets go and steps away. “I am sorry–” You scramble.

He turns to the door. One step and another and then another. His hand reaches for the brass handle and your heart clenches in your chest.

“Please– don't leave me– here,” you whisper. Your hands are shaking, your eyes wide and fearful.

“I just need a moment,” Toji sighs.

Everything is too much right now… for the both of you.

He closes the door and punches the stonewall next to it. His heart is racing up into his throat and tingles in his hands. What is he doing? The thought of you and Naoya made him see red. He has no right over you– he is nothing. In every way.

But be is your knight now and what kind of knight would he be if he let you doom yourself.

Toji touches his healed shoulder. Your energy still lingers in his tissue and it makes him sick. You make him sick.

What is he doing? You were just a job. You were nothing to him but money. And now? He is sick for you. He sighs deeply. He needs air. If he walks back in now heaven can't help him.

You aren't anyone's but his to protect.

Toji has been doomed since forever but he cares enough to not doom you too. He couldn't forgive himself.

He only has the courage to face you again hours later, hoping you would be fast asleep already.

You are not.

“Your grace… aren't yer exhausted?” He sits on the edge of the bed. “Shall I call for a servant to make you tea?”

“It's nothing like that,” you whisper.

The thickness between the two of you weighs heavy. It is choking him, suffocating you.

“So… What will we do– what will you do?” Toji sighs. The sooner he gets used to the fact you will marry Naoya he– Toji gasps silently. Your fingers are cold and too soft against his scarred knuckles and calloused fingers.

“My whole life, the people around me, told me how lucky I am. How thankful I should be… To him… allowing me to live on.”

Toji holds his breath. The voice you speak with now seeps into his very bones.

“I remember it… I was so small but I never quite forgot. His glowing eyes… the claws around my neck,” your hand brushes against your throat like you still need to free yourself from his clutch– a frozen echo in time. “His laugh– he told me to better grow up pretty,” you curl up more. “And since that moment… I've been domesticated for him. He put me and my father's court in some hidden castle, a cage, made sure my existence was almost but not quite a myth… made me a saint just so he could desecrate me for everyone to know, sniffing out the last bit of hope amongst the people. It is exactly like you said. I have figured it out a while ago, seeing past my father– Geto's lies but you were the first to say these things aloud. Marrying me, forcing me to have his children… it's the final stage of his revenge against my mother… the final doom to this land.” You sit up, still holding his hand. “At the beginning of this journey, I knew what I had to do. I was raised only for this and there was no other option… but now… I like to believe that I have a choice. Sir Toji… would you kill me if I'd ask you to? I… I don't want to keep being a pawn. I don't want to be domesticated like this for some man’s gain any longer. This is my choice. I don't want to marry King Sukuna. I don't want to let everyone down. If I just cease to exist, become that legend forever… maybe the hope of me being out there will inspire something… someone. But my life as his pet… will not.”

Toji looks at you for a long moment. His features are set in stone, his breathing nearly nonexistent. He has taken so many lives. This should not be hard.

Your logic makes sense to him… but what does he know? He doesn’t want to… but that is selfish. He is your knight and you asked something of him.

He can do this for you.

Toji moves and wraps his hands around your throat. He pins you down. Your eyes stay locked together. The moonlight graces the side of his face sharply, making him look monstrous.

You know he's not. You know this is kindness. Yet your hands still claw at his wrists once the oxygen in your lungs depletes to a critical point. You are searching for his eyes but you see nothing in them. You are scared. Not of him but… dying… of what will happen once you're gone. Will the power vacuum burst? Will the families with secondary claims rise up? Will the people? You could be a martyr. You can be a saint forever. Or will it only bring more sorrow? Will Sukuna kill your father? What about Satoru and Geto? Will all the magical beings and people continue to suffer? And… What will happen to Toji?

Oh, Sir Toji.

And then it just stops. You gasp and cough sucking air back into your body, not even realizing that Toji's weight is resting on you. Once you do you freeze. His forehead lays on your shoulder, his arms cage your upper body in.

“Sorry, princess… can't do it,” he rasps and wants to sit up again but you cup his face instead.

Your noses are nearly touching, your thumbs softly caresses his cold cheeks and your heart still beats so loudly you can't hear a single thing.

Your lips brush against his briefly. You search for his eyes, looking at him, waiting, hoping he will do something. You don't know what that is… you know it's wrong… but you still want it. Toji sighs. You cannot tell if it's annoyance or defeat. You cannot tell what he thinks at all. But his eyes soften and his lips touch yours again. It is so different, leaving you breathless all over again. Pleasantly now. Your hands tug on his raven hair, needing him closer. It is a need that originates deep within your core, it is like nothing you have ever felt before.

His lips move hungrily against yours. Devotion lingers in every touch. You can't help the sound of pure longing that escapes you when his tongue brushes against yours. You think about so many things but none at the same time. You just need him.

Toji wants to pull away but you don't let him. You don't ever want to stop. It's just you and him in the world. It feels so good. When you pull him back the kiss becomes deeper, the fire in the bit of your stomach thrashing brighter.

But then he pulls away for good, drawing his sword and pointing it at the door. Toji wipes his mouth, you are both breathing heavily.

“Someone is coming. Go hide in that corner,” he points.

“Y-yes,” you get up and scoot for cover. You are wearing the white nightgown the Zenins provided and your feet are naked on the cold ground. The coldness now grounds you, washes out the hotness that made it hard to think. Your lips tingle still.

The door slowly opens and a figure steps in. Toji waits until the door closes then holds his sword against the person's neck.

“You.”

You run from your corner. “Satoru?” Your face lights up.

He lowers the hood of his cloak, holding a crossbow aimed at Toji. “What are you doing in Lady (Y/N)’s room?” Satoru says lowly, the looks they give each other could kill but then Satoru looks at you. “Let's go.” There was not even the flicker of a smile, of relief on his face. “Why is he still with you?” He asks you.

“What is your plan here, punk? Are you that insolent to think you stand a chance,” Toji lowers his sword but Satoru still poings the crossbow at his chest. “They won't allow her to escape.”

“That's none of your concern. You can't possibly hope to still get paid?! You Zenins are all the same.” Satoru grabs your wrist. “Now, (Y/N).”

You protest, fighting against his pull and since Satoru did not expect it he loses the grasp, looking at you confused. You step back until you are by Toji's side. “I'm not going anywhere without Sir Toji,” you say. “I appointed him to be my knight in your absence.”

“Are you serious?! He is a Zenin! For all we know this was the plan all along!”

You stay firm.

Satoru curses under his breath. “Fine. We need to move now.”

“Or what?” Toji sheaths his sword and picks you up into his arms. You wrap your arms around his shoulders to hold on as the three of you hurry down the dark hallways of the castle.

“So what's the plan, boy?” Toji says more demanding now. “Is the monk taking care of the guards outside?”

Satoru looks at Toji like he wants to murder him. “Not him.”

You make it into the courtyard, passing slaughtered Zenin guards and walking right out of the gate. Satoru leads you to two horses in the woods. It is clear that this has been planned and executed by a group of people.

“I suppose this weren't my men,” Toji says.

“Your men are dead. Sorry… there is only two horses… guess you–”

Toji swings himself on the horse then helps you up. There is a routine to it by now that Satoru isn't oblivious to. He chews on his tongue and leads the way.

“So who are you working with then?” You ask but Satoru doesn't answer. You soon make it to a clearing where a group of knights and Geto is waiting. The knights bare no crest… but it is dark maybe you just can't see. Who would help you?

Similarly to Gojo, there is no joy on Geto's face when he sees you. You cannot help the smile tugging on your lips though. You jump off the horse.

“Geto!”

“(Y/N), cover yourself,” he takes off his cloak and wraps it around your shoulders. Right. You almost forgot that was important. “Why is he here?”

“(Y/N) made him her knight.” Satoru's voice is full of accusation.

“What?!” Geto hisses. “Send him away. Now.”

You feel like everything is wrong. Like the world shifted and all of it is just wrong. Or maybe you were just ignorant to it before. Was Geto ever on your side? Was Satoru?

“I will not,” you say.

Toji walks up being you, his hand on the handle of his sword. “Who are you working with?” He asks again. “I assume it's someone I pissed off before.”

“You insolent–” Geto begins but the sound of approaching horses stops him.

You watch the men approach and it isn't hard to tell who the leader here is. The other soldiers bow to him like he is a king and Satoru and Geto do the same.

The blonde man looks at you, obviously ignoring Toji on purpose. “Your majesty.” He nods.

You bow unsure what the etiquette is here. You don't know who he is. “Thank you for the rescue, sire.” You say. He just seizes you up a moment longer. You get the impression he is a man of few words. “What… is all this?” You don't believe this man helped from the kindness of his heart.

“It doesn't need to conern you now,” Geto says. “It is all taken care of.”

What is taken care of?

“I wasn't aware Zenin Toji would join us.”

“Neither were we, Lord Nanami. I beg your apologies.” Geto quickly says.

Lord Nanami. You don't recognize that name. It is plausible he is one of the knights that seized power for themselves in the wake of Sukuna killing your mother. The outer regions are hard to keep control of and King Sukuna doesn't mind as long as taxes are paid.

“Not a Zenin anymore… don't you know that, Kento, old pal?” Toji grins.

“I will kill you–”

“My lord!” You speak up with volume. “I feel saver with Sir Toji by my side. I cannot know what history you have… but I–”

“There is nothing you have to fear. And you have a knight already–” Geto says through teeth like you are a misbehaving child.

“Do I? I don't know who this is. I don't know what your plan is. As far as I am concerned it is just another lord kidnapping me… with your help.”

“We should go,” Satoru says.

“Bet ya. They probably already released the beasts,” Toji tries to seem unbothered but you can tell he is tensed by how alert he is to every sound around you.

Geto reaches to grab your arm but you are quicker. “Go where?” You demand.

“Keep your charge in line, Geto,” Lord Nanami warns.

Your heart drops and anger surges up. Who does he think he is?! “The charge is right here. You can address the charge directly.” “Sire, please excuse Lady (Y/N). She has been through so much these last couple of days. She isn't herself.” He smiles and bows, basically cowering before Nanami.

Before you can open your mouth again Toji's hand squeezes your shoulder. “We have to move, my lady,” he says but his eyes speak more. He is there. Whatever this is… Sir Toji is there.

You take a deep breath and nod. You reach down and rip a slit into the nightgown. Geto looks at you like you are crazy but how else will you comfortably sit on a horse. You don't even know how long the ride will be.

You want to turn to Toji but Nanami offers his hand. You are not blind to the tension, you know you cannot refuse so you take it.

You settle behind him, turning your head to look at Toji. He winks in reassurance.

You are fine.

Your party gallops for a short while when a bone rattling screech echoes through the woods. You thought it was just a myth. Your heart starts to pound.

Geto has told you that the 4 big families all have their specialty. The Gojos were great Paladins being the protectors under your mother rule, the Kamos were skilled blood magicians and healers, your family is of magic folk descent and the Zenins… they tame monsters.

“Fall back,” Nanami commands his soldiers but only a moment later the screams of men dying in agony can be heard.

You hear a river gushing somewhere close. “Sir Nanami, what about the river?”

“It is too broad and the current is too strong–”

“Go to the river!”

“Do not be foolish, woman!” He barks.

In the corner of your eye you see Toji stirring the horse closer, he reaches his hand out. You wrap your arms around his neck and he holds you by his side, moving toward the river.

“Lady (Y/N)!” Geto yells.

“Zenin, I will–”

Toji lets you down and you run into the water, holding your hand out. “Lady of this river?! Please–” Your hand is lifted as she cradles it in her translucent ones.

“My queen,” she speaks with care.

“We are chases by a monster, dear lady. Will you allow us to pass through your river so we can get to safety,” you request.

She tilts her head. “But why are you running, my queen?” Her words have the same weight as those of the lady of the lake. Heal him. Why are you running? It is the same question… a question you are too afraid to answer.

She disappears and the water parts, creating a narrow path for you.

“(Y/N),” Toji calls and you are quick to respond, settling behind him as he gallops the horse through the river bed. The others follow right behind.

Once everyone is safely across the water seems to rise and the current becomes stronger. “She will keep it away,” you realize. “Thank you!” You call out, knowing she hears you.

Nanami, Geto or Satoru don't dare to say something but it's written all over their faces. You don't understand why they are angry with you… you saved their lives.

“Atta girl,” Toji utters and your head falls against his armour.

Why are you running? What are you running from?

You are so tired.

The ride is long and spent entirely in silence. The looks Geto throws from time to time make you believe that this is fate worse than being kidnapped by the Zenins.

Eventually you arrive at a hidden castle in a thick forest. It is beautiful. The canopy is thick, the leaves deeply green. There is a little stream going around the castle. But as you approach the gate you feel like you'll be doomed once it closes.

You want time to stop so you can think. So you can make sense out of all of this. But instead the hair on the back of your neck prick up.

“Kento!” Toji shouts and Lord Nanami grabs you from behind Toji, galloping toward the gate.

The screech makes the blood in your veins freeze over. No. No. It can't be. It followed you all this way?

“Close the gate!” Nanami orders.

“No– you have to help him!” You shout but no one is moving. Toji gets thrown against a trunk and is slow to get it. Too slow. “Toji– no!”

You free yourself from Nanami’s hold and run toward the closing gate. It shuts right as you slip past it.

“My liege!” Geto shrieks.

“Lady (Y/N)?!” Satoru runs. “Open–”

You run towards Toji, getting in front of him right before the beast lunges forward.

“(Y/N)--” Toji chokes.

“Stop!” Your command echoes with something greater than the volume of your voice. A tingle spreads all around you.

The monster wants to go around you to get to Toji. “I said stop,” you repeat and now it's sounds turn more docile and it settles.

You reach your hand out and probe your desires into its primitive brain. It seems to understand, roaring and running off.

You take a tumble backwards and collapse. Toji drags his body toward you and cradles you in his arms.

“How… How many times have I saved your life already?” You fairly rasp.

Toji breathes deeply, “too many.” His thumb rubs over your cheek, combining back some sticky hair. Way too many times.

He carries you toward the castle, limping and hissing with every step. Sir Satoru takes you from his arms and as much as Toji wants to protest… he just can't.

“What is with her?!” Geto demands. He looks terrified.

“I've seen it before– she will just sleep it off.”

“Good,” Nanami speaks up. “Bring Lady (Y/N) to her room… and Zenin to the filthiest cell we have.”

Soldiers grab a hold of Toji and stir him toward the castle. He resists. “Nanami, I'll kill you if you harm her! You're a dead man if–” Toji growls before he gets knocked out by a blow.

I actually vaguely have an idea for a rq but I gotta figure out how to word it😭😭😭

My mind isn’t working with me

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I’m happy I found it this time I’m making sure to save this masterpiece

ꨄ︎ 『A Bumpy Ride』 ꨄ︎

Geto Suguru x Reader

18+ Minors - DNI

Summary: AU. A long miserable car ride on vacation end ups with you keeping your boyfriend Suguru's cockwarm in a car full of his friends, among other chaos. CW: cockwarming, unprotected sex, public sex, car sex, slight voyerism, cream pies, Geto being extra fucking horny lmfao. WK: 7.1k Song inspo: Ayo - Chris Brown & Tyga Slightly Black female coded but no descriptors.

A/N: This low key a crack fic lmfao. It first started from me wanting to have Y/N cockwarming on public transit but then these vape hits starting hittin back and I came up with this idea. Also I wrote 90% of this fic 2 months ago and I think my writings improved a bit since then. I fixed it in some places but I just needed this not to be haunting my drafts anymore so sorry if its bad haha.

Enjoy!

This was absolutely the last time Gojo was allowed to plan anything, let alone a vacation (he could still pay for it though). 

For Golden Week, Gojo had booked all of you a villa on an Okinawa resort his parents had recommended. However, after a 2.5 hour plane ride from Tokyo and another 45 minute boat ride to a nearby island you all realized the resort did NOT do pier pickups. 

Furthermore, given it was peak season all the rental cars and drivers on the island were already booked.

The trip wasn’t starting out as the ideal luxurious vacation Gojo promised at all. 

Your flight this morning was as at the ass crack of dawn so you were all tired and starving on top of it being a whopping 90 humid-as-fuck-degrees outside.

There was no way in hell you guys were walking with all your shit in this heat as it was over a 2 hour walk to the other side of the island where your villa was.

So when a kind old farmer offered to let you use his van free of charge after overhearing your plight you all were more than grateful. 

(Which tbh, the whole pier heard as it was mostly everyone verbally jumping Gojo for being such a dumbfuck and not arranging a rental/pickup ahead of time).

That’s how you ended up in the very back of a sugarcane farmer’s old rusty ass van.

Currently, you were squished between luggage as the only seatbelt that worked in the back was the middle seat. You sat in your boyfriend Suguru’s lap and he wrapped his arms around you as a makeshift seatbelt. 

You were the only two dating on the trip so it just made sense for you both to be in the back and you on his lap. 

Nanami and Shoko were in the row in front of you and Sukuna and Choso in front of them. 

That left Toji and Gojo in the driver and passenger seats respectively. The both of them completely ripping each other's heads off about directions.

Truly, no one wanted those two up front together but Gojo had called ‘shotty’ and Toji was the only one with a license who actually knew how to drive a stick and handle a big ass van like this. 

All in all the vacation so far was a real shitshow.

The van itself was so old the seats were scratched up and peeling. Of course the A/C didn’t work either causing the musty stench of the van to become more apparent in the heat.

No bluetooth, but thankfully the radio did work. Although the only station available was playing old-timey island tunes. 

To top it off, the paint stripped frame shook violently over every small bump on the dusty island dirt roads making Suguru hold you even tighter so you didn’t fly out of his lap. 

You really thought the van could give out at any moment and leave your group stranded but Toji assured you all it would last the 40 more minutes or so you needed to get to the other end of the island as long as dumbass Gojo would stop fucking up the Y!J maps directions with his “short cuts”.

As expected Toji’s snark only started another fight and it was way too hot and miserable in the rickety sweatbox of a vehicle to suffer through the heat on top of the two of them.

“Sorry about them babe.” Suguru whispered in your ear, giving you a light kiss to your temple.

You hadn’t been dating Suguru long, just 3 months and this was your first trip away with him. Also the first time you’ve spent more than a few hours with him and all his friends. You had been surprised but glad when he invited you along.

“I’d say they aren’t always like that but…” Suguru trailed off with a sigh and shook his head. 

You smiled. 

You didn’t mind. 

You were honestly just happy to be able to get away with your hot boyfriend. It wasn’t often both you nor him weren’t busy with work as new college grads and you wouldn’t even be able to afford any of this if it wasn’t for Gojo’s rich ass. 

“S’ok”, you replied, turning to give him a peck on the cheek and resting your hands over his own that were secured around you.

“I'm just happy to be here with you Sugu,” you beamed at him. 

Suguru returns your smile and leans over to give you another kiss, this time on the forehead.

“Awe, look at the love birds, too cute”, Shoko teased, turning around in her seat to make sarcastic googly eyes at you both. 

Suguru just rolled his eyes as you blushed.

Moment ruined. 

“No really though…How did you get such a cute and cool girlfriend Sugu?”

Shoko pondered, ignoring Suguru’s rising irritation. 

“You know Y/N, we always thought him and Toru would hook up. Good job bagging him!”

Shoko gave you a wink and a thumbs up. 

Suguru was now glaring daggers at Shoko for her to shut the hell up and stop embarrassing him. 

“I lost ¥15,000 on that bet.”

Sukuna chimed in grumbling as he swiped through Tinder to scope out all the resort thotties Gojo had promised would be on the island. 

“Actually, you lost ¥30,000- ”

Choso reminded him, but his attention was mostly focused on playing Persona 5 Royal on his Switch. 

“-you doubled down that within two weeks they would crack and end up fucking.” 

Sukuna rolled his eyes.

“A fool and his money are easily parted”

Nanami quickly quipped in, flipping a page of the novel he was reading. He had made quite a sum from Sukuna and loved to rub it in his face every chance he got.

“Watch it four eyes.”

Sukuna growled and reached back to give him the finger.

Nanami didn’t even look up from his book which pissed Sukuna off more.

You couldn’t help but laugh openly at the exchange because at one point you even wondered if Suguru and Gojo had a thing when you first met them. 

In fact, when Suguru had finally asked you on a date you initially assumed Gojo would show up too. It wasn’t until mid date you figured out this was actually a real date, just with him. Your relationship had taken off from there. 

“Regret coming yet?” 

Shoko asked you with a smile seeing how all the other guys in the car but Suguru were arguing.

“Are you kidding? You guys are hilarious!” 

You and Shoko shared a laugh at that.

At that moment though, Suguru was thinking how he actually did feel really lucky to have you as a girlfriend. 

You were easy-going, kind, smart, not to mention the most beautiful girl in his eyes. 

He was nervous Satoru secretly annoyed you too much for you to accept the vacation invite or you would be scared off by Sukuna and Toji’s brashness once you were on the trip. 

But he was impressed how well you fit-in, like you had gone to college with them all too.

It made him love you even more, although he hadn’t actually admitted he loved you yet.

Interrupting his reflection, a particularly harsh bump in the road caused you to pop up out of Suguru’s lap and hit your head on the roof of the van.

“Yo! Watch where the hell you are driving Toji. Y/N hit her head!” 

Suguru yelled, even though he did feel bad as it was partially his fault for daydreaming and not holding you tight enough. “Blame your bestie and his shitty ass directions!” 

Toji sneered. 

“Hey!” 

Gojo and Toji proceeded to argue again.

Ignoring them, Suguru nursed your head with a few pats but you assured him you were ok while you adjusted yourself back on his lap. The action was innocent enough but Suguru still felt his cock twitch as your soft round ass unintentionally grind on him with all your wiggling. 

Suddenly he became very aware of how you were sitting on top of him.

Practically bare assed too.

The baby blue sundress he gifted you for this trip had ridden up almost past your thighs from how much the van was rattling you around. Making your white laced thong (also gifted by him) the only thin barrier you had on separating the two of you.

Of course Suguru still had on his linen shorts but he could still feel your warm body perspire through the thin material as if you were skin to skin.

Your round squishy cheeks sunk deeper into his lap with every bump on the road.

He tried to calm himself down but it was difficult to focus on anything else when the perfumed notes of vanilla and jasmine wafting off of you were also making him light headed.

Suguru cursed himself for buying you the dress. It was slightly big on you. The spaghetti straps were a lil too loose, falling down your arm. 

You had long since given up on adjusting them, the action being futile with how the van jostled you around. But your fallen straps gave Suguru a great view of your tits.

Damn. 

Suguru swallows hard. 

You weren't even wearing a bra which allowed him to get a peak of your nipples every time the van shook hard enough to jiggle your tits slightly up out of your dress.

Fuck!

He felt pathetic the way his body was reacting. 

But what could he do? 

Suguru hadn’t really seen you, let alone fucked you in nearly a week.

He had worked overtime at his dumbass job so he could fully take Golden Week off on vacation with you without having to take work calls or answer emails.

But the price Suguru paid was catching up with him as every jolt the old van took had you bouncing on his cock. 

God, he had been wanting to fuck you since he saw you this morning and there was at least 30 more minutes of this sweet torturous hell until you arrived at the villa.

Suguru tried to shift his gaze away from your tits but the luggage surrounding you both blocked your views of any outside scenery. Only the beautiful sight of his sexy curvaceous girlfriend on top of him was all he had to fill his view. 

His sight finally landed on your lips but even the way you moved your mouth was turning him on as you innocently smiled and spoke to Shoko about your favorite TV show.

Shit. 

Suguru could only think about how great those lips felt wrapped around his cock.

He loved how you looked blissed out just from sucking dick. The delicious vibrations from your moans would travel through him when you took him to the hilt like the good girl you always were for him. 

“Goddammit. Think about anything else Suguru, you aren’t some fucking virgin!” 

His inner voice chastised him.

Suguru tried to think of ice baths. 

Cold winters. 

His old wrinkly bitch of a chemistry teacher from way back in high school. 

But it wasn’t working. 

This humid ass van, his insufferable friends, his withdrawals from you, combined with your body heat and the van making you unintentionally dry hump him had his already low and overworked resolve rapidly crumbling.

He was definitely fully hard now.

Suguru prayed you didn’t notice but there was no way you wouldn’t notice the huge bulge you were sitting on.

Suguru was anything but small in size, especially bricked up like this.

You tried to hold back a nervous smile and you continued your conversation with Shoko.

However you did admittedly start to feel a little bad for him.

You knew how down bad your boyfriend was for you. 

You and Suguru had sex almost every single day and on days he wasn’t fucking you he was asking for pics. 

Your tits, ass, pussy, hell he even asked you to send your armpit over snapchat once. 

It didn’t matter where you were either. 

Work, restaurants, running regular errands, Suguru wanted the naughtiest pic you could get away with taking at that very moment. 

Hell, you almost had to lie to your boss and say you had a medical issue when it was questioned why you were running to the bathroom so often during work. 

That said, Suguru had been working so hard the past week so he could go on this trip that he didn’t even have time to badger you for pics. 

From the way he desperately clung to you once you saw him this morning at the airport, you half expected him to drag you into the bathroom mid-flight for some mile-high action. 

Little did you know he was fully planning on doing so but as soon as your 6:00 am plane took off he knocked out cold, the full week of overtime finally getting to him. 

He worked so hard to enjoy this vacation with you and even ordered you clothes as gifts.

As a good girlfriend, you want to help him out a bit. Yet the mere thought causes your heart to race.

In front of all his friends? 

You looked around. 

Well, not like they were paying attention to the two of you in the back really.

They were being way too rowdy right now. 

Gojo and Toji were still going at it, Choso was engrossed in playing his game swearing every once in a while when he would mess up and even Nanami breathing right now had Sukuna pissed off making snarky remarks. 

Only Shoko was chatting with you but she was still facing forward and had just pulled out a magazine to flip through.

No harm indulging your boyfriend the tiniest little bit, right? 

You swallowed a noise from escaping as his protruding bulge pushed up into you deeper.

You quivered slightly. 

Suguru was the one with the high sex drive but your body had become accustomed to his needs as they soon became your own.

You missed the stretch and the overwhelming feeling of fullness from him inside of you. 

To hell with it then. 

The van was already bouncing you on him and you both were obviously turned on.

You might as well get off a bit more from it. 

Your mind made up, you arched your back as you leaned forward on the seat in front of you. Slyly you feigned interest in the magazine Shoko had started reading, your legs spread wide on Suguru’s lap.

Rolling your pelvis forward, his dick easily spread your pussy lips through your lace panties, placing your clit directly on this throbbing cock.

You could feel Suguru’s dick straining through his pants as if it could burst through the layers to dig in your core at any moment and you smiled to your self as you continued to rock your hips in a slow and steady motion.

Suguru nearly lost it. 

Were…

Were you actually doing this for him?

He thought you would be embarrassed or upset at him given the circumstances.

Yet here you are in this miserable ass van, with all his crazy friends in it, having a casual convo with Shoko all while rutting on his lap like a bitch in heat. 

Suguru admitted he was worried at one point his high sex drive or fetishes would scare you off. 

But you always sent him every pic of you he requested with enthusiasm, keeping up with him without complaint. 

If Suguru wasn’t sure he loved you before, he was positive he did now. 

Suguru made it his mission from this point forward to not only tell you he loved you on this trip, but his cock was going to show you just how much he loved you too.

Slowly Suguru brings his hands from around your waist and slips them up your dress gliding them onto your hips. 

Startled, you flinched slightly as his thumbs pressed circles into your lower back dips, slowly massaging your erogenous zones causing you to squirm on him more. 

Suguru has to bite back a groan but that doesn’t stop him.

Still firmly digging into your hips he brought you down harder with every bump the van took that sent you upwards and also sent the much needed friction into your cunt as you landed on him.

ShitShitShit. 

You started to pant but played it off as the heat as you fanned yourself and made a comment out loud about the unbearable humidity. 

You knew he would respond but not push things this far.

To Suguru’s credit though it's not like he didn’t try to hold himself back but you were being so good for him.

Great even. 

He would have never asked you to give in to his depravity like this and he was eternally grateful that you decided to do so on your own.

Truly, you were really the best girlfriend he could ever ask for. 

That’s why he wanted it to be better for you. 

Suguru wanted to give you pleasure now and reciprocate your energy. He had left his baby without his cock for an entire week and needed to make it up to you. 

Sliding a hand down from your hips, he slips it into your thong to palm your pussy, covering it completely. Not moving yet, just simply cradling your cunt in his firm grasp.

He could feel your swollen clit pulsing on his palm as the van does all the movement for him, rocking you into him.

The action had you trying to sit up again as you stirred, attempting to squeeze your legs together to prevent Suguru from digging his fingers deeper into your cunt.

Nevertheless, your efforts to stop him proved futile as there was no feasible way to keep your legs closed with the way the van was haphazardly tossing you around.

This allows Suguru all of the access he could ever want to your cunt and you knew he planned to make good use of it. 

You bit your lip and shook your head.

Tears welling in your eyes.

This was definitely further than you had planned to go.

“Come on.. Let me feel that pretty pussy baby, it's been too long.” 

Suguru cooed into your ear low enough only for you to hear over the radio, rattling of the van and his friends arguing.

He graciously took the opportunity presented to him and his thumb began to draw slow lazy circles on your clit. 

Your breath hitched and you had to let out slow steady breaths to keep from moaning aloud.

Lost in his single sighted mission to pleasure you, Suguru ignored your protests as he slipped two fingers inside your sopping cunt.

He nuzzled his face into your hair, taking your scent in deeper.

This had to stop. 

It felt amazing but there was no way you could stop from crying out if this kept on.

You were barely able to contain your low whimpers that went seemingly undectected by everyone else but Suguru who was only spurred on by the erotic sounds.

Suguru knew he was playing with fire and he knew you only intended to ease his suffering a little until you all arrived at the villa.

But the thrill of how far he could push you and the challenge to see if he could make you silently cum he took upon himself as he inserted a third finger into you.

Your hand flew to the seat in front of you holding it in a death vice, nearly ripping a piece off of the decaying interior.

Thankfully the cheesy island tunes playing on the radio and noisy shaking of the van were drowning out any of the sloppy sounds that escaped from Suguru’s fingers continuously bullying into your cunt.

“Y/N! Look, isn’t this the show you were talking about?” 

Shoko inquired only turning slightly to lift up her magazine so you could see better and you used that as a much needed excuse to break free from Suguru's fingers. 

You leaned over the seat in front of you completely off his lap and quietly prayed the distance you put between the two of you would be enough space to allow your pervy boyfriend to settle down a bit.

Unfortunately for you, all you really managed to do is make the situation much worse. 

Your lace covered cunt glistening with your fluids was now on full display for Suguru. Right in front of his face too, as the motions of the van lifted your dress.

Any other scenario with you looking as appetizing as you did now would have had Suguru immediately diving-in, face first and mouth opened wide straight into your wet sinful cunt.

But as much as he wanted to tongue fuck you, he needed to be discreet.

You stuttered your words when you felt Surguru slide your thong to the side. You play it off to Shoko like you had momentarily forgotten your thought. 

Reaching a hand back, you flail a bit as you try to swat his hand away from digging into you again. However as you reach down instead of his hand, you feel the tip of his bulbous and leaking cockhead freed from his pants. 

No way. 

Absolutely not.

Has Suguru lost his fucking mind!?!

Dry humping was one thing and fingering alone had crossed the line for you, but there was no way he was about to put his cock inside you, right now, like this. 

In a van full of all his friends.

You wanted to turn back to hiss at him but you knew you very well couldn’t in your position. Suguru rubbed your thighs coaxingly and you knew when you inevitably sat back down you would be impaling yourself on his long veiny cock. 

Strands of your hair stuck to your forehead, sweating from more than just the intense humidity as you tried to figure out a way out of this.

“Hold on to y’er asses, there’s another big pothole coming up. No fucking complaining this time, ya got warning!”

Toji barks.

Suguru took that as his opportunity to return his grasp to your hips and once the van sunk into the pothole he slammed you down onto his length.

“F-FUHCKKK!” 

Your scream was muffled by Suguru’s hand clasping over your mouth. 

Although there was ample warning, there were still collective groans and gripes around the van due to the violent shake from the impact. 

Everyone had been so jostled no one saw your head thrown back in ecstasy with Suguru's hand still over your mouth. Your eyes rolled back into your head and your legs twitched on him.

You were so worked up from the week long cock draught you had from your boyfriend and the forbidden rush of literally doing something so deranged and nasty in front of all his friends you immediately clenched and creamed around him. Your body quaking as a small orgasm ripped through you.

You couldn’t stop the few tears that fell as silent sobs caught in your throat.

Suguru removed his hand over your mouth to wipe away your stray tears.

His other palm, snaked up your dress and you shuddered as his hand splayed across your belly pressing in deeply where you could feel his tip had reached.

“Fuck, did you just cum baby? Did you miss my cock that much, Y/N?”

Suguru slowly breathes out. He presses the side of his face to yours, his mouth close so close to your ear that his tongue lightly caresses your lobe as he speaks.

“Miss feeling me so deep inside you? Filling your guts? You kept this pussy nice n’ tight for me I see. Did you even play with yourself at all?”

“Su-Su-Sug-guruuu…” 

You strain slowly through uneven breaths. 

You needed him to shut the fuck up immediately. 

Always a talker during sex, saying something filthy in order to have you creaming on him harder.

It drove you wild.

“S-Sto-”

“Shh baby, I promise I won't move. The van will do the work. Let me keep feeling you until we get there, yeah? E-Even just for 5 more minutes. N-Need to feel you.” 

He whined into the back of your neck, lightly kissing and sucking on you through his pleas.

Suguru was already this pussy drunk from just putting it in you.  

The sheer degeneracy of his desperation sent tingles down your spine straight into your cunt. Your hand shoots to grip the seat in front of you but you overshoot and don’t even notice when you knock Nanami right in the head. 

You were too busy trying to keep your own head down as you bit the hell out of your bottom lip to keep from yelping.

Only soft barely audible whines escaping you.

Nanami, ever the gentleman, thought the luggage was toppling over and you needed some assistance. He started to turn around before Shoko grabbed his arm, stopping him. 

She held up her hand signaling him to stop and wait a moment as she reached into her pocket, taking out her phone. 

A few moments pass and Nanami’s phone vibrates.

*SMS Shoko to Nanami*

Nanami sighed. 

Shoko laughed out loud. 

The exchange went unnoticed by you and Suguru, but not by Sukuna.

*Group SMS Sukuna to Shoko and Nanami*

That's when Shoko came up with a quick way to get some extra cash.

*Group SMS Shoko to Nanami, Sukuna and Choso*

And with that the bet was on.

ꨄ

“Muther– F-Fuck!” 

You gasped out loudly after a particularly big dip in the road caused you to slam down with so much force on Suguru’s impossibly girthy cock you were sure you felt that shit hit up into your tonsils.

“You ok back there, Y/N? You shouldn’t have to suffer through Toji’s god awful driving for much longer!”

Gojo looks back at you with a cheery smile, ignoring the insults tossed back at him. 

“Oh! Um, y-yeah! I-I’m ok. I-I just bumped my head again.”

Sweat was slowly rolling down your face but you still gritted your teeth into the best smile you could muster and flashed him a peace sign. 

*Group SMS Shoko re-named group chat: Team Gorilla Grip VS Team In Bros We Trust*

The text had Sukuna and Choso dying with laughter.

Nanami just shook his head, a slight grin on his lips.

Yet even still, you didn’t perceive the reactions around you.

It had taken all your focus just to flat out lie to Gojo as the only thing that was ‘bumped’ was your cervix being impaled by Suguru’s fat cockhead every time gravity hurled you back down onto his dick.

You didn’t know how much more of this you could take, your body was trembling now and surely if anyone looked back at you it would be obvious.

“T-This is so hot… you’re so hot Y/N, so naughty and so fucking nasty for me. Lying to Satoru like that.” 

Suguru nearly growled as he continued to whisper obscenities in your ear.

You bit your lip harder, gushing as you felt his throbbing inside you increase. 

Clearly he was getting off even more now that you had upped the ante to lying to his best friend while you were bouncing on his dick. 

New kink unlocked.

*Message Gojo to Shoko* 

Shoko rolled her eyes there was no fucking way they could let Gojo in on this without him ruining everything with his big mouth. 

Toji too for that matter couldn’t know. 

Well for one he sure as shit didn’t have ¥15,000.

And two, Toji wouldn’t give a single fuck and would just openly taunt you both which would also ruin the bet. 

Nothing was going to stop Shoko from winning, especially not those two clowns.

ꨄ

Suddenly, the van slows to a stop and you exhale the shaky breath you didn’t even know you were holding. 

Finally a break!

God, you were so close to cumming again and you weren’t sure this time if you could control yourself.

Suguru on the other hand seemed far less worried about control. His bun had come partially undone and strands of his long hair stuck to your face as he continued to pant into your ear.

“Why the fuck are we stopping?!” 

Sukuna was mad as hell when the van came to a halt. 

He needed to get to that villa ASAP. 

Although you and Geto had done a pretty decent job keeping the grunts and moans to a convincing level in line with the music and uncomfortableness of being tossed around the car, Sukuna could start to hear the messy ass squelching sounds coming from your cunt.

Fuck, Shoko was right. 

You did have a super soaker on you.  

Even so, Sukuna would be goddamned if he was gonna lose this bet.

The delay was caused by a sudden fork in the road that wasn’t on Y!J Maps.

Toji was unclear on the direction to take prompting Gojo to pull up a local map on the island resort’s website.

“Hmm, looks like we can go left and take the more scenic route. It's by the beach so it should be a smoother ride but add 20 minutes. Or we can continue to get tossed around on the unpaved trail, and get there in 10 minutes.”

“Beach. Now. Let’s fuckin’ go! Tired of being thrown around this fuckin tin can. Toji if you speed, we’ll get there in 10 anyway.” 

Sukuna knew Suguru wasn’t going to last the 10 more minutes of rocky terrain, he at least had a chance on a smooth sandy beach.

“But Kuna-kun–,” Shoko began with a faux sweetness in her voice. 

This elicited an annoyed growl from Sukuna who knew this bitch was about to fuck up this entire bet for him.

“We can’t drive an old van like this on the sand. What if we get stuck? You mean you’re volunteering to get out and push us? That would take even longer!”

“Excellent points, Shoko. No one wants to end up in an even worse scenario and the vehicle has held up just fine thus far.”

Nanami added, adjusting his glasses. 

He was going to enjoy taking Sukuna’s money again.

No!

You could have cried when the consensus was to continue on the bumpy road again.

You wanted to complain, to yell, plead and beg them if needed in order to take the scenic route.

You would get out and push the damn car yourself if you had to.

But you don’t dare open your mouth to even breathe as you feel Suguru start to pinch your clit as he rolls the sensitive nub between his fingers.

The last thing in the world Suguru was thinking about was directions and he couldn’t give a fuck really either way.

The car had stopped allowing your body to relax and all he wanted was to feel your tight cunt tense and squeeze on him again. 

Suguru knew he shouldn’t but he needed to fill you with his cum badly.

He was so exhausted from his late hours at the office he came straight home and went to bed. Not even having the opportunity to fist his cock to the dozens of photos and videos he saved of you.

Goddamn.

Suguru was so backed up there's no way you simply grinding on him would have ever been enough, you should have known that when you started this. 

You, his sweet, beautiful and perfect girlfriend who he loved.

Suguru also needed to make you cum again as well.

To your dismay the van continued on the rougher path and you sniffled back sobs as you bounced on Suguru’s lap once again.

The knot inside you was twisting impossibly tight from the attention Suguru was giving your clit and the new angle the van was tossing you in had him ramming into your g spot again and again.

“Cum, Y/N. I love you. Please cum for me. Make a mess baby.”

Suguru exhaled hot and heavy into your ear. He sounded absolutely rabid and practically frothing at the mouth.

You knew you loved him and were sure he really did loved you. However you didn’t think the first time you would hear those words from Suguru would be under these circumstances. 

Even so, that still didn’t stop you from being overwhelmingly happy that he finally said it out loud. It made your cunt flutter around him so tight you were practically milking him.

Suguru didn’t stop the declarations of his affections for you as he slipped more into madness from how fucking fantastic you felt on him.

God he would never go this long without fucking you again.

“Cum baby, I love you. Cum baby, I love you. Cum baby, I love you.”

The filthy mantra spilled out of Suguru’s mouth in non stop waves. He was now thrusting his hips to drive further into you.

You were reeling. It wasn’t fair how he was making you come completely undone like this.

You could only give in at this point as you became overwhelmed and tears streamed down your cheeks.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you knew Suguru already knew you thought this all was fucking hot. 

Obeying Suguru’s needy whines, with the next pinch of your clit and firm press of his palm against your lower belly you finally cum. 

Your body lurches forward and both hands fly to your mouth as you try to fold the best you can down into your knees to suppress your cries. 

The uneven terrain of the road gave you no reprieve from Suguru’s cock and you could no longer quiet the heaves of your breath from overstimulation.

Suguru was close. 

One of his hands tries to brace himself on the luggage next to him but a bag ends up tumbling forward, landing in between Nanami and Shoko.

“FF-FUCKING HELL!” 

Suguru was loud as he came deep within you. Thick ropes of his cum spurt into you like a geyser burning your insides to the point you start to convulse again as another orgasm pulses within you.

Suguru groans acting as if he is merely reacting to the luggage falling but everyone who knows better knows now the bet is now over. 

“GODDAMNIT!”

Sukuna is clearly pissed.

Nanami starts coughing to hide his laughter and Choso is nearly doubled over in tears trying to stop the snickers.

Shoko manages to keep her composure.

She turns back to see Suguru running his hand through his hair with shuddered breaths and you still folded over your knees. 

“Is Y/N, Ok Sugu? Did she get car sick?”

“Uh– Y-Yeah, Shoko… w-we’re both feeling a little sick right now.”

Suguru rubbed circles on your back to sell his lies but the knowing smile on Shoko’s face lets him know she’s not buying it.

Suguru sighed. 

Worth it though.

ꨄ

After what seems like a lifetime, the rickety old van finally arrives at the villa. 

Done in the Italian-Tuscan style the stone exterior walls, terracotta roofs and colorful floral adornments of foreign flowers really do look like the dream vacation escape Gojo had described before arriving. It was private as well, with the next villa separated by at least an acre on both sides.

“Fuckin’ finally we are here. Get me the fuck outta this piece of shit. I never want to drive with any of you again!” 

Sukuna slammed the sliding van door of the car on his side, he was a horrible sore loser.

“Dude…go get some ass and chill. It was just a little bet.” 

Choso climbed out on the opposite side with Shoko and Nanami.

He wasn't as pressed about losing ¥15,000, he was a software engineer, he could afford it.

“Gladly. Maybe I’ll even cop a chick to be my own personal cocksleeve for the ride back, I sure as shit wouldn’t bust so easily.”

Sukuna retorted.

“The fuck ya’ll on about!?” 

Toji was annoyed. 

He knew some shit was going on, but he was too busy trying to drive the miserable death trap of a van without pulling over and strangling Gojo to pay attention to anything else.

“How this dumbass lost another ¥15,000 because he thought Sugu could withstand Y/N’s gorilla grip.”

Shoko volunteered, unphased to the hardy howl of laughter coming from Toji and the incredulous disbelief radiating off of Gojo. 

Yet once again you Suguru missed the whole exchange. 

Still in the van, you both were too focused on digging through your bags in the pile of luggage to find an extra pair of shorts for Suguru. The shorts he had on at present were completely soaked with your collective fluids. 

It looked like he had pissed himself, a few times. 

So concerned with the obvious task of finding Suguru new bottoms you didn’t realize your already soggy lace thong was no barrier or help in keeping Suguru’s load inside you.

Once you both finally exit, the conversation stops and all eyes dart to you and Suguru. 

Suguru wearing a completely different set of shorts and the trail of his cum running down your legs was all the proof anyone needed.

“No wonder it smelled like fucking badussy in that van. Thought it was just the smell of pussy bitch coming off ‘em.”

Toji huffed thumbing back at Gojo.

Gojo brushed off Toji’s remark. 

He was full on pouting now as he was so much more devastated that Suguru was having that kind of fun without him knowing and no one even bothered to text him in on the bet. 

“I still can’t believe no one told me!”

“You can’t keep a secret, Satoru. Everyone knows that.” 

Nanami stated matter of factly as he calmly thumbed through his winnings.

“D’aww poor baby, you mad you weren't the one bouncing on Suggy’s lap, Toru?” 

Shoko laughed as she pushed past the gate running towards the house. 

“As the winner, I also get first dibs on rooms!”

“Hey! No fair-” 

Gojo ran after Shoko, with the rest of the group close behind.

Standing in shock, you could have died right there on your feet from embarrassment. 

You wasted no time crawling back into the van. Laying your back across the seat and covering your face with your hands.

You should just stay out here. 

In fact, you might just live out here in this shitty ass van for the rest of the trip. 

You didn’t know how you were going to look any of Suguru’s friends in the eye after this. 

You weren’t mad at Suguru or anyone else for that matter. You were just embarrassed at your own idiocy for being so swept up in the moment you actually thought you could get away with it.

Suguru, to his credit, wants to console you. 

He also knows he should probably be upset at the bet. But honestly, this out of pocket behavior is not unexpected from his friends so he is exasperated rather than upset.

This was actually pretty tame for them. 

You both kind of deserve it too he muses, for being so out of pocket yourselves acting like touch-starved horn dogs. 

Not being able to be satiated by simple fondling, you both (mostly Suguru) had escalated it to full on fucking. 

By the time Suguru figured out Shoko was texting about the both of you, it was too late to turn back.

Suguru wouldn’t mention that to you though, he didn’t want to make you feel worse. 

However, when he sees you in the van, laid on the seat with your dress bunched up across your upper thighs, all his thoughts of contrition dissipate for good.

You are unknowingly once again exposing your pretty pussy to him. 

Suguru can’t help but feel his dick, still wet from being inside you just minutes ago, throb against his new clean pair of shorts.

Suguru leans into the van, kneeling in the frame of the door and runs his hands up your thighs. 

“Y/N…?”

You are too concerned with plotting how to avoid being in the presence of any of his friends for the rest of the trip to pay attention to what he is doing.

His soothing strokes soon turn into desperate touches as he grips the edges of your sticky thong and starts peeling it right off of you. So used to him undressing you back home, your body simply complies as you lift your hips. 

Once removed he stuffs your dirtied thong in his pocket.

Not until Suguru abruptly grasps the outside of your thighs and brings your ass up to the edge of the seat do you snap out of your disparaging thoughts. 

You are fully aware of him in between your legs now looking down at your cunt as if it was a life-saving oasis.

“Y/N, my love, my pretty girl…”

Suguru was talking to you but his eyes stayed transfixed on your pussy as he loves watching his cum slowly dribble out of you. His thumb is trying to push it back inside you despite your groans and squirms.

Your heart flutters from him addressing you as my love. You are still giddy from his earlier confessions and you hadn’t even gotten the chance to say it back yet. 

Hearing distant yells from in the house, you both turn your heads towards the noise. The realization dawns on you both simultaneously that his friends were still preoccupied fighting over rooms and it would likely be a while before anyone came out for their stuff. 

A renewed hunger was roused in Suguru’s eyes and you knew what he was about to ask even before the question left his lips.

“Round 2?”

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

A/N: Idk chileee lmfao. Lmk if the sms images are hard to read or aren't showing up. I wanted to do something fun/different but if its not working I will just put back the regular text.

Reblog to bounce on Suguru's cock but comments and likes are appreciated all the same!

ETA- 1/5: THANK YOU for all the love and support I’ve received from this fic 18k+ notes is INSANE! Like absolutely wild! 💋 Hope everyone has an amazing 2024 and I hope I can write more fics people enjoy 😊.