Feitan Supremacy~ Feitan Supremacy~ I Love This Man So Much, And I Like How Instead Of Going Down The

Feitan supremacy~ Feitan supremacy~ I love this man so much, and I like how instead of going down the whole he kidnaps the girl route, don’t get me wrong I like those too, she turns the tables on him it’s fun

I feel like this gif is his attitude around her after they get together cuz he gonna be hella teased after this

I LOVE the way u write for Feitan soooooo much!!! Would u ever consider writing something separate to soft spot for him?? I feel like you could write the sweetest (dirtiest) short stories for him.. or even some headcanons? ♡ I love all of ur writing!! Good job dude ♡♡♡

Thank you for your kind words. I'm really glad you like my fics with Fei 🥺. I hope you like this one as well. I'm planning on writing more fics with him after I'm caught up with all the requests 🤍✨.

I'm currently working on a Draken fic and a second part of the 'let's be friends' fic with Killua. I'm writing very slowly because I'm working until the summer and I don't have a lot of free time. I'm sorry guys :(

WARNINGS: smut

Word count: 1995

“Fuck, that auction was more work than expected”, Phinks rubbed the space between his brows, “Can’t wait to get a drink. What about you, Fei?”. “I don’t drink”, Feitan coldly replied. “Come on, little Fei”, Phinks smirked, “One drink”. “No”. “Hm”, a quiet chuckle left Chrollo’s throat. “Always so uptight”. “See? Even boss thinks so”, Phinks eagerly waved his hand in the air. “Tsk, are they blind here? I want to order something”. 

“Sorry sir”, you humbly bowed your head, “I’m afraid it’s a busy night. What can I get you guys?”. 

Your voice… So soft, so innocent… 

“Whiskey sour”, the blonde replied. “Scotch”, the other replied. “What about you?”, you kindly smiled at the dark-haired figure. 

“Water”. 

“Ignore that. He’ll have the same as me”, the blonde replied. “Water it is”, you playfully smiled before turning around. 

“What a pretty little thing”, Phinks’ eyes glided down your back as you walked towards the bar. “Should we take her?”, Chrollo’s eyes lit up. “I’m sure she’d make a cute toy”. 

Normally,Feitan would happily agree. He’d always liked the sound of cute little whimpers, but not today. He didn’t want you to be scared.

“What do you think, Fei?”. “I don’t think she’s pretty enough”. “What?!”, the blonde raised his voice. “She’s one of the prettiest girls we’ve ever met, right boss?”. “She’s got my attention, to say the least”, Chrollo studied your movements. “We’ll take her after her shift’s over”. 

No. He didn’t want them to take you. 

“Shouldn’t we focus on the mission?”. “What’s wrong, little Fei?”. “He doesn’t want to share”, Chrollo smirked. “Tsk, too bad. I want her”, the blonde turned his head to catch you leaning over the bar. You were obviously trying to grab something but failed to do so. “Imagine standing behind that perfect ass”. “Imagine waking up with your guts hanging out your stomach”, Feitan’s eyes lit up. “No fighting”, Chrollo sternly replied. “Let’s forget about her. Feitan’s right, let’s talk business”. “Nice, little Fei. You ruined the evening for everyone”. 

“Ruined?”, you smiled as you placed down the drinks. It was obvious they didn’t notice you at first. “He sure made mine”. “Huh?”, Feitan tilted his head to look at you. “Such a pretty face”, you placed his water in front of him, “It’s not often someone as handsome walks in this bar”. 

“Thanks”, a short reply. “Auch”, you softly giggled, “Anyway, enjoy your evening boys”. 

“What the hell, Fei?!”, Phinks gritted his teeth as you once again walked away. “She flirted with you, and you replied with ‘thanks’?”. “Tsk, what the hell was I supposed to say?”. “Want to play some pool?”, Chrollo hastily intervened, “The loser gets sent on a mission with Hisoka”.  “I’m going to the hotel. Tired”, Feitan sighed. “You sure? We don’t get many nights off”, a lingering smile on Chrollo’s face. “I’m sure boss. Goodnight”. “Okay Fei, see you tomorrow”. “Goodnight, idiot”, the blonde replied before walking to the pool table. 

His heart ached at the thought that he never see you again. He hated this feeling. 

“Leaving?”. “Huh?”, Feitan slowly turned his head. “Leaving?”, you repeated yourself as you closed your jacket. “Yeah, I’m tired”, Feitan ignored the taxi that was waiting for him. “Me too. Work’s stressing me out lately”, a serious expression on your face. “Hm”, another cold reply. 

“I’m starving. Want to grab some food?”. 

Why were you asking a stranger to ‘grab some food’? It annoyed him how careless you were. 

“Just be honest and tell me what you really want”, Feitan's eyes met yours. They seemed so cold and distant, but there was a slight smirk on his face.  “H-huh? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you hastily turned your head to the ground, cheeks red with shame. “Normally boss gets all the girls”, he looked to the sky, “About time I had some fun”. “H-huh?”, you froze as you felt his hand around your wrist, pulling you towards the car. “W-wait-“. “Don’t back down now. You seemed so eager a minute ago”. 

“Where are you taking me?”, you pulled away, studying the car in front of you. “My room”. “Where? I’m not getting into a car with a stranger without knowing where you’re taking me”. “Waste of time. We both know you’re coming”. 

He watched as you grabbed your phone from your bag. You were so cute with your fake ‘stern’ expression and cherry-red cheeks. 

“What are you doing?”, he clenched his jaw. “I’m sharing my location with a friend”, you frowned, "If you end up murdering me-". “Don’t worry, I’m not planning to”, he interrupted you with a smirk. “Now get in. It’s cold”. 

--- 

“What’s your name?”, you asked as he opened the door to his room. It was a luxurious hotel, something regular people couldn’t afford. “Does it matter?”, he raised a brow. 

He knew you enjoyed this. The thrill, his arrogance… 

“It does”, you watched as he entered his room. “Just get inside”, he walked towards the bed. “Fine, I’m Y/N-“. “Don’t care”. 

“You’re lucky you look so handsome in your suit”, you closed the door behind you. 

“I’m lucky?”.

“W-what?”, you froze as you felt his hot breath against your ear. He was sitting on the bed a second ago… How could he be so fast? “I’d say you’re the lucky one. I’m very picky when I pick a new toy”, his hand traveled to your waist. “Toy?”, you loudly swallowed as you tried to control your breathing. You didn’t want to seem desperate. “You’ll never go back to your old life, to your friends, family… You’re mine now”. “So, you’re saying I can’t leave?”, your heart racing. “You can try”, he chuckled as he tightened his grip around your waist, “I want you to. I want to hunt you down, to hear you beg for mercy, to look at me with red-stained eyes, tears streaming down your face…”. 

“But my friend, she knows where I am”, you clutched onto your purse. “Cute”, he swiftly turned you around, pressing your back against the wooden door. “You have no idea who I am, do you? Who we were? Poor little thing. You’re like a deer caught in the headlights”. “W-wait!”, you tried to push him away as he softly bit the space between your shoulder and neck. “Wait?”, a devilish smirk as he lifted your skirt, swiftly pulling your panties to the side. “Fuck”, he looked down at his fingers. “You’re telling me to wait but you're soaking”, he chuckled as he grazed his tongue along the digits of his fingers, “So sweet”. 

“Well, I guess it’s time to drop this silly little act”, you smirked. “It’s obvious you haven’t noticed”. 

“Noticed?”, Feitan’s eyes studied yours. He didn’t like the sudden change in your energy. “I didn’t mean to let it get this far but…”, you softly bit your bottom lip, “You looked so handsome in that suit”. 

“Who are you?”, a sudden cold feeling against your throat. “Careful with that knife, Fei. No fighting between members, right?”. 

What? To be honest, he never felt more clueless in his life. 

“So cute… Like a deer caught in the headlights”, you chuckled. “Came across Chrollo a couple of weeks ago. To be honest, I almost won when he tried to steal my nen … But he gave me a choice: join the Troupe, or live without it”. “You’re lying. Boss didn’t tell me anything about a new member”. “Because he wanted to see who’d get careless when someone flirted with them. And you lost, Fei”, your words died out, making them sound venomous. 

“Tsk”, he took a step backward, swiftly putting the knife away. “Boss knows I never do this”. “But you did now”, you happily hopped behind him. “Show me your spider”, he froze as he looked over his shoulder. “Here”, you swiftly pulled your shirt over your head. “See?”, you pointed towards your waist. 

Right. This was the moment he started to hate you. 

“What’s that expression?”, you giggled. “You’re almost drooling”. “Get out”, he clenched his jaw. “You’ve made your point”. “I don’t want to leave”, you hastily replied, a frown on your face. “Sure, this was some kind of twisted test but…”, you paused as you fiddled with your fingers. “I really do think you’re handsome and… I mean… My body can’t lie”, a blush on your cheeks. 

How could you switch moods so fast? It was as if he was talking to a different person. Your stance changed, your voice, your expression… No wonder his boss decided to let you join. You could fool anyone, even someone as skilled as himself. 

“You sound desperate”. “Because I am”, you softly replied, “When you said I was going to be your little toy, that I was yours… I liked that”. “Too bad. Don’t like being tricked”. “B-but Chrollo told me to-“. “I don’t care”, Feitan laid down on the bed. “You should’ve stuck with your little performance. If you did, you’d be shaking underneath me by now”.  

“Fine”, you rolled your eyes, “Guess I’ll take my chances with Phinks”. 

No. He didn’t want you to. Even though you weren’t an innocent bystander, even though you were probably as strong as him… He wasn’t going to let that idiot have you first. 

“Don’t put your shirt back on”, he slowly sat up straight, looking as disinterested as ever. “Oh?”, you smirked, “Changed your mind?”. “He can have you when I’m done”, he slowly walked towards you. “Careful, I’m the possessive type”, you placed your thumb in between your teeth. “You don’t know me”, his hands now gently fiddling with the straps of your bra.“So?”, you pouted, “You’re mine now”. “Don’t say stuff like that”, he quickly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “When we’re done, you’re going to leave my room and pretend this never happened”. 

“When we're done, you’re only going to want more”, you grabbed his other hand, guiding it to your skirt. “Come on, Fei. Let’s have some fun”. 

You were right. From the moment he felt your warmth, from the moment you arched your back… He was going to use you over and over again. He could never forget the way you felt, the way your body welcomed him… 

“So good”, you closed your eyes, your legs wrapped around his waist. “Feels so good, Fei”.

Normally he wasn’t like this. He never cared if the girl liked it, if she felt good, but now…

“What do you want me to do, princess? Want me to help you?”. “P-please”, your eyes flew open. “Touch me, please Fei”, an innocent look on your face. “Again”, he softly bit in your cheek, “Ask me”. “Please Fei, make me come”, you let your nails sink into his shoulders, “Please, please, please”. “Cute”, his lips found yours, “Hurry though, won’t last much longer”. 

“S-shit”, you tightened your grip, your legs shaking as his digits found your sweet spot. “I-I’m coming”. “Already?”, he smiled, “It’s fine, you can come. Won’t last long anyway”. 

“F-fuck, you feel so good when you clench around me like that”, Fei’s eyes were wide open. No one ever felt this good. “C-come with me, please”, your brows drew together, eyes locked with his. “W-where do you want me to?”, Fei mirrored your expression. 

He tried so hard not to fill you up already. He wanted to feel you come undone around him. He needed to. 

“D-don’t care”, you arched your back, “J-just keep going, please-“. “F-fuck”, he frowned as he looked down. “I-I’m coming”, you let your head fall back, nails dragging across his back. “M-me too, princess”. 

Was this the best he ever had? Even his legs were shaking. 

“Fuck”, he sighed as he intertwined his hands with yours, his head resting against your chest.  “What do you think?”, you tried to catch your breath. “What?”, his eyes studied your expression. “Was I right?”. “Hm”, he smiled, “Only want more, princess”. 

Loved this most people don’t bother to care about whats going on in the step parents relationship or how they actually feel about y/n they usually go straight to the sexy times or half ass the explanation. Also I know this story isn’t about Sukuna but he was a real gentleman in this story, totally swoon worthy. I can’t wait to see the next parts

"Funny seeing you here, princess."

wherein you spend the friday night at a club with some friends and you unexpectedly bump into your stepfather.

gen. tags: reader attends university, afab reader, 18+ reader, toji's in his early 40s, y/n's mom married toji for the money, cheater! mom

will be multi-chaptered, kinda slow pacing and focused on the club. mentioned club is real and i've been there (10/10 it was fun)

recommend listening this with music. it'll make i rlly feel like ure in the club.

cw: age gap, stepcest, corruption kink, more tba

When your mother married Toji Fushiguro, practically everything in your life changed.

Your mother already had a stable source of income but when Toji arrived, her money tripled. When they officially got together, you moved into a new rich neighborhood and had a house big enough to be considered a manor. Heck, you even stopped your part-time job because Toji insisted to pay your whole tuition and apartment's rent for the next few years.

To top it all off, he's pretty fucking hot. The man stood 6'4 tall with dark hair and sharp yet handsome features. His body was built like a god, too. You haven't seen him shirtless yet, but by the looks of it, Toji had a six-pack and a beautifully sculpted body. And he always wore the same tightly-fit black shirts and white sweatpants every day.

You weren't complaining, though. As long as your mother was happy, you couldn't care less about Toji. Sure, you had a little crush on him but you decided to ignore it.

One way of ignoring your little crush was by never going home. You always stayed at your apartment and never even visited their house. If you did, you'd make sure to avoid Toji.

"You're joining us at Xylo later, right Y/N?" Nobara asked you, making you snap out of your thoughts.

Xylo? "I heard that getting a table reservation at that club would cost you a fortune."

"Oh, don't worry about that!" she placed a hand on your shoulder. "I know someone that can get us in within a second."

You checked your schedule on your phone. "I'll think about it..."

"But it's Xylo, Y/N! Xylo. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You can party with the richest people, celebrities, and models. Would you trade that for a boring night?"

"I'd love to, but it's a Friday night. You know how my mother requires me to stay over for the weekend."

Nobara let go of your shoulders. She grinned at you, immediately reading your mind.

"So this is about your little crush on Mr. Fushiguro, huh?"

You shook your head, denying her statement. "Don't say it like that. He's my stepdad. It's weird."

"But you have a crush on him," she reminded you. "you told me about it the first time you met him."

Okay.... yes, you had a crush on him. Yes, it still wasn't going away, and yes, no one knew about it except for Nobara.

"I'm trying to avoid him, okay?" you replied with a sigh. "I'm just hoping that my little crush on him will go away."

"And that's exactly why we need to go out later! There are a bunch of hot people in Xylo. They'll make you forget about him."

You were still hesitant. You haven't gone to any clubs at all. Mainly because you were nervous. How were you supposed to even act in clubs? No one had a manual to do that.

"I have to ask my mom first."

Nobara facepalmed. "It really is your first time, huh?"

"Excuse me?"

She placed two hands on both of your cheeks, slightly squishing them. She forced you to look at her.

"Look, Y/N. You're a full grown adult. You can just lie to your mother and tell her you're sleeping over at my place. Deal?"

You bit your lip, pulling away from her hands. You looked at Nobara with a nervous smile.

"Are you sure it'lll work?"

She nodded her head. "I promise. I'll even invite a few more friends to make it fun."

Fuck it. Might as well do it, right?

"It's a deal, then."

/////

You firmly pressed the doorbell on the two-door gate painted with gold. The garden currently was being water sprayed by the sprinklers and the cars were neatly parked on the driveway. You figured that your mother was already home. So, you walked over to the front patio and opened the door.

"Mom?" you called out. "I'm home." To your surprise, no one answered. Weird. By this time, your mother would already be home. Sighing, you set down your bag and went to the kitchen to grab a snack before the weekly family dinner started.

As you approached the kitchen, you could smell a faint aroma of butter and some sauce. You could hear some soft R&B music playing behind the muffled walls. And you sure as hell could hear someone humming along with the tune.

In the kitchen was Toji, wearing his usual outfit except he had a black apron on. His hands were currently busy slicing a few vegetables. The kitchen island was also filled with different food, too. There were a few side dishes, like some mashed potatoes or salad. Meanwhile, on the cooking pan was a heavenly steak, waiting to be medium-rare cooked.

You bowed your head. "Good evening, Mr. Fushiguro."

Toji paused and left the knife and vegetables at the kitchen counter. He wiped his hands and approached you with a smile.

"Still not dropping the formalities, it seems." he joked lightly.

Your cheeks reddened. God, this is why you didn't want to go home. For some reason, Toji always had his way of making you blush.

"Sorry, Mr. Fush-- I mean, Toji." you apologized. "Maybe I can help you with the cooking while we wait for mom?"

"Sure thing, princess. Just put your hair up for me." He handed you an extra-apron. You followed him and tied the apron to your back.

What? What did he mean---

"Wouldn't want your hair mixing with the food," he added to his statement and gave you the knife.

"O-of course," you muttered silently and started slicing the vegetables.

Toji continued to cook the steak. He asked you the usual questions, mainly about how your day went and what your plans were for the weekend.

You suddenly remembered Nobara's party later. Maybe if you asked Toji for permission, he'd say yes?

"Say, Toji...." you stopped slicing the vegetables.

He placed the steak on one of the plates then put a side of mashed potatoes. The way he softly handled the food with his large hands seem to linger on your mind. The apron that practically wrapped around his chest, and the god damn sweatpants that seem to hug his whole figure.

Toji took the vegetables from you. His rough hands brushed yours. He hummed in response.

"I know you and my mom value the traditional Friday night dinners we have but I was thinking, maybe I could leave early for this one?"

He chuckled at your statement. It made you blush a bit more.

"Sounds like you found yourself a date, huh?"

You shook your head and looked away.

"It isn't like that, I promise," you informed him. "It's just..."

How could you explain the situation to him? You never lied to Toji's face, ever. It felt as if he knew the truth, one way or another. And if you did lie to him, he'd find a way to make you admit it.

"I'm home!" a voice called out from the foyer. It was your mother.

Toji took off his apron and placed it on the kitchen island. "Let's discuss this later, yeah?"

You could hear faint footsteps approaching the kitchen. A few seconds in, your mother entered the room and her eyes instantly brightened the moment she saw Toji. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. He softly kissed her on the lips.

"Missed you, babe." Toji greeted with another kiss.

She kissed him back. "You're back early. What's the occasion?"

"Thought I'd make something special. Y/N and I prepared dinner," he gestured towards you.

Your mother couldn't help but smile.

"You're finally warming up to Toji! I told you a little family bonding wouldn't hurt anyone."

You simply nodded in response. "I just got home early and helped him a bit."

Toji then walked away from your mother's space. He went to your side and placed a hand on your shoulder. He pulled you close.

"She also has something to tell ya, babe." he turned to you. "Right, Y/N?"

That was the queue for you to ask. "It's about family dinner. Can I leave around 9PM to go to a sleepover?"

Your mother wasn't really strict with sleepovers. You didn't even need to ask permissions when going out, but she did have one rule. Friday nights are supposed to be spent together. No exemptions.

Except for this one. You hoped.

Your mother was silent for a few moments. She looked at you with a doubtful look.

"That's fine. Just don't go to clubs or bars, okay? Stay at home. You know I don't like it when you go to such places."

Your heart could leap in happiness. You looked at Toji and smiled, uttering a silent thank you.

"I won't! We'll just stay at her house."

This was going perfectly. All you had to do was wear your bedwear underneath your clubbing outfit while you sneak out the house. No one would even know that you were away at Xylo.

"Toji will drive you to your friend's house. He'll make sure that you arrive there safe, okay?"

You hid your disappointed look and smiled instead. Toji shrugged and glanced at your side. "I can do that. Just text me the address and let me know if you're ready to go."

Well, shit.

You simply hoped that everything would still go to plan, even if there was a bit of an obstacle. (It was Toji, he was the obstacle) Still, no one would stop you from spending this Friday night to the fullest.

/////

You were now in your room, packing a few clothes for your so-called sleepover. You were currently wearing a pair of blue satin bedwear and some comfortable slippers. As for your club outfit, you laid down a white hollow-out rhinestone ring halter crop top with a black skirt. You decided to throw in some comfortable silver heels and accessories for later. And of course, your makeup was already organized and put inside the bag.

You checked the clock--- 9PM. Perfect. You'd meet at Nobara's house in a few minutes, then you'd leave for the club around 10.

As you were organizing your bag, there came a knock on your door.

"Princess, are you ready to go?" Came Toji's voice from the other side of the room.

The nickname was something he always used to call you. Even when you first met him, he rarely called you by your real name. It either was princess, sweetheart, or literally anything else. It always made you blush, too.

You grabbed your duffel bag and opened the door. You were greeted by Toji wearing a white long sleeve button-down shirt with a few buttons open. He had some black pants and shoes to finish it off, too.

You couldn't help but wonder, where the hell was he going at this hour?

His eyes scanned your bedwear and he chuckled.

"You look cute." he complimented and took the duffel bag from your hand. "Is this all your stuff?"

"Yeah, but where are you going?"

"Just an emergency meeting with a new client," he explained and led you down the stairs. "he's an important asset, so I can't let him go."

Until now, you didn't know the nature of his business but you didn't dare question it.

As the both of you went downstairs, you were greeted by your mother. She was currently on the phone with someone, but she immediately ended the call once she saw you.

"The both of you are dressed so differently," she laughed, pointing to your pajamas. Toji, meanwhile, looked as if he was on the way to some meeting.

"Y/N, have you told Toji your friend's address?"

You gave her a thumbs up. "Her house is just a 10-minute drive."

Toji got his car keys and kissed your mother again. He hooked his arms around her waist. The sight made you jealous, but you didn't dare show it. You just looked away and pretended to be on your phone.

"I have a business meeting at the main branch," he informed her. "you know the rich heir of the Gojo family? Sounds like he's interested in expanding the place."

Your mother's face seems to brighten up. "That's great! Seal the deal, but no drinking."

Drinking? Huh? Why the hell would a formal business meeting end up with drinking? You weren't entirely even sure what your mom meant, but you just ignored it.

Toji nodded. "Of course, babe. I'll be back in a few hours or so."

You bid your goodbye and went to Toji's car. It was a classic red Ferrari 812 car that had Toji's scent all over it. He opened the door for you and helped you inside.

The ride to Nobara's house was silent. You'd occasionally just tell Toji the directions, but aside from that, the only sound came from the radio that played some soft rock music.

However, you decide to break the silence.

"How do you even have meetings at 9PM in the evening, Toji?"

He took a turn and placed his other hand on the gear lever.

"In my nature of business, meetings can come at any moment. Even in the middle of the night," he informed you. "You don't know what business I have, do you?"

You shook your head. "Not really. My mom avoids the topic when I try to ask her."

"She has her reasons. Besides, it's a complicated business. I bet you haven't even heard of it."

You decided not to push on the topic any further. Instead, you texted Nobara, saying that you were already near. A few moments after, Toji parked in front of Nobara's driveway. He pressed the button, which led to opening the door.

"This is the place, Toji." you grabbed the duffel bag. "Thanks for the ride."

Unexpectedly, Toji stepped outside the car and opened the door for you. He leaned back on his car and waited for you to come out.

"Can't leave you until you go inside the house, princess." he declared as he got a cigarette from his pocket. "It's your mother's orders, so I have to follow."

Crap, Nobara was probably ready to go and just waiting for her. But Toji...

"You might get late for your meeting if you still wait for me."

He looked at you with a smirk. His hands then lingered on your face and they brushed your cheeks. Unexpectedly, he tucked your hair behind your ears.

"I can't just drive away and leave my baby girl in the dark," he replied, his other hand still cupping your face. "so just go inside the house before I personally escort you there."

God, fuck him. Fuck your feelings. Fuck your stupid crush on Toji. Fuck everything.

You took a deep breath. "Okay, Toji. I'll message you if I need anything."

As you walked over to Nobara's house, you could feel a pair of eyes deeply staring at you. It was none other than Toji, of course. He was puffing out smoke from his cigarette.

You pressed the doorbell on Nobara's door. You were greeted by a pink-haired guy who was wearing an oversized white t-shirt and denim pants with some Nike shoes.

"Oh, you must be Y/N!" he greets you with a bright smile. "I'm Yuuji, nice to meet you. My brother's the one who got us a table reservation at Xylo, so I'll come with you."

"That's great, Uhm... wait a moment," you leaned to him and whispered. "It's just my stepdad. He's that one over there. I'll just bid him goodbye."

Yuuji's eyes widened. "Your dad?"

"No, no, he's my--"

Yuuji went outside and waved at Toji. "Hi, Y/N's dad! She's in good hand, sir! We'll take care of her."

Toji stood still for a few seconds as he saw an unknown man with you. You only asked permission for an all-girls sleepover, but it seems that wasn't the case.

He'd be lying if he wasn't getting jealous or a bit overprotective. But his business meeting was urgent enough as it already is. He figured that he'd just check up on you later.

"Don't lay a head on her, you got me?" he glared at Yuuji. "I'll leave now. Take care, princess."

That's all he said and drove off.

////

"You didn't tell me that your stepdad was a total DILF!" Nobara exclaimed. She handed you a make-up brush and swooned. "I haven't met him except now. I wish I went outside and said goodbye too!"

You were now already dressed in your white hollow-out rhinestone ring halter crop top with some black skirt. Your hair was just the way it is, but you threw in a couple of accessories like earrings and bracelets. You wore some light makeup and applied for eyelash extensions on your eyes.

"He really is a DILF, or whatever you call it. But god, he's married to my mother. My mother. And it's not helping with my little crush on him."

Nobara giggled. "It's just a crush and there are many options in Xylo, okay? You can get laid with anyone hotter than him if that's even possible."

You puckered your lips and placed the lipstick. "I really hope so. It isn't helping that he's sweet and caring with me."

"He is?" she questioned.

"He isn't home much, but when he is, he cooks for my mom and me. He even buys me a few stuff every now and then."

"Do you call him daddy, then?"

Your cheeks instantly reddened. "What? No! I only call him Toji. It's weird to call him that."

"It's weird if you make it weird. Besides, he's hot and qualifies for the title."

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever. I'll find someone that looks like him in Xylo."

Nobara clapped her hands. "That's the spirit! Now, put on your heels. Yuuji's waiting for us in the car. His twin, Sukuna, is already in Xylo too."

You looked at yourself in the mirror with Nobara. Your crop top was already backless as it is, and your skirt were tightly wrapped around your thighs, giving your curvy figure a sexy look. Nobara was the same, too. She wore a pair of boots and a white short skirt. To top it all off, she had the exact same crop top as yours except it was color black.

The two of you already looked hot.

She hooked her arm with yours.

"Let's go, then."

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Xylo was in the main heart of the urban side of the city. The people there were filthy rich, too. You could recognize a few influencers, actors, and even models as they waited in line for their turn to enter. The place itself was huge-- it looked like a party palace with the architecture it had. Even at 11PM, the place was crowded as ever. It even felt as if the party hasn't even started yet.

Friday nights were really wild ones, huh?

Yuuji was on his phone, talking to Sukuna. "Hey, bro? We're already in front of Xylo. There's plenty of people here, could you pick us up?"

He put the phone on speaker.

"Just a moment, man. People are losing their shit inside-- there's even a red carpet and everything." Sukuna answered back, the loud music was overlapping with his voice. "Sounds like a VIP is coming. I'll text ya later."

Nobara crossed her arms. "VIP? Ugh, I just want to go inside! Whoever this VIP is should just go away."

You nodded softly, a bit nervous because you could feel a few stares from people. Your trio seems to stand out a lot-- with Yuuji, being the exact copy of Sukuna. According to him, his twin had a reputation in Xylo, so he was already considered a sponsor of some sort. Meanwhile, the two of you and Nobara were dressed beautifully. With both of your high heels, your heights already stood out from the rest.

Yuuji placed a hand on the back of his neck. "Sorry, but I swear it'll be quick. I also know the DJ, so maybe we can sneak in at the back?"

Nobara shook her head. "You mean Toge? That man is always late! Let's just wait for your brother."

Within a few minutes, Yuuji received a call. He gestured for the both of you to follow him towards the very front of the line. The bouncer stopped the three of you, though.

"Who are you with?" he asked Yuuji.

"We're with Sukuna, sir. He already reserved a table for us and-- Hey Sukuna!" Yuuji called out to his brother, who just exited the club. The man looked at them.

Sukuna approached your group; the man stood 6'3 tall, like Yuuji. He wore a red short sleeve button-up shirt and pants. Both his face and arms were filled with the same tattoo lines. In comparison to Yuuji, Sukuna had more muscle and build. Maybe it was just their shirt comparison? Since Yuuji was wearing an oversized t-shirt, so you couldn't see his muscles.

Regardless, Sukuna was hot. Really hot. He had this strong and attractive aura that attracted people to him.

"They're with me," he said to the bouncer and pointed to your direction. "the sweetheart over there is celebrating her birthday, too. I gotta make some exceptions for them, right?"

Nobara nudged you. "Just nod and smile."

The bouncer scanned both of you. He took one last long look and nodded. "No need for the entrance fee, just get in before more people show up."

Yuuji then raised a question. "Sir, why are there so many people anyway?"

"The big boss is on his way, so the club's gotta look extra fine tonight. Even got the best DJs to headline."

Yuuji nodded and thanked the bouncer. Sukuna then led the three of you inside. Meanwhile, Nobara smirked and tugged your arm.

"Aren't you excited? This is your first time in the club and you've got the best DJs to perform!"

Sukuna turned around, vaguely surprised at Nobara's statement.

"It's your first time?" he asked you.

You nodded shyly. "It is, actually. I really don't know what to expect."

There was a tunnel that was filled with LED lights, and on the other side you could hear the loud music beating. Before entering the doors, Sukuna held your hand and looked at you seriously.

"Don't ever, ever leave our side. If anyone forces themselves on you, kick them in the ass or call us. Always stay alert and remember: drink in moderation."

You nodded. Yuuji smiled at you. "When it was Nobara's first time, she ended up blacking out. I had to carry her to my car, then she had a shitty hangover."

"Hey! It was one time." Nobara defended. "I drank too much, partied too hard and I passed out."

Sukuna sighed and pulled you close to him. "And I wouldn't want that happening to our Guest of Honor here. So Yuuji, don't leave her side, alright?"

"Yes, sir." Yuuji saluted. His hands then grabbed the handles of the two door entrance right in front of your group. "You guys ready?"

Nobara pulled you away from Sukuna's grip. "Just open the door!" she said with an excited tone.

You could feel your heart beating faster for some reason. Quickly enough, Yuuji opened the doors and there it was. Xylo in all its glory. The place had a total of two floors, and it was huge. It could easily fit 500 people inside. The DJ was in the verh middle of it all with a huge screen in the middle. Everyone was in the dance floor, raving and dancing the night away. There were plenty of people chugging down on alcohol, too. There were circular tables on the side, and a few small tables on the middle. There was a side bar on the side with a few waiters and drinks lined up on tbe cabinets.

Meanwhile, the second floor was reserved for something else. They had more luxurious tables with their own set of waiters and a mini bar to serve the small portion of people. As you noticed, the crowd upstairs seem to be a bunch of older adults with few people. There was another bouncer at the stairs just to check if you had the VIP pass wristband.

Sukuna led you to their table at the first floor. It was one of the circular tables with a couch surrounding it. There were already a few drinks placed on the table, mainly Jaeger, Cuervo, and Patron. As far as you knew, all these had high alcohol content. The shot glasses were already lined up, and Yuuji started to pour the drinks.

"Have you guys warmed up at Nobara's house?" Sukuna asked loudly beneath the music.

Nobara nodded her head. "Just a few shots of liquor, so I'm a bit tipsy now. What about you, Y/N?"

"I haven't had a shot at home."

Nobara lifted a hand to her head. "What? I can't hear you!"

It was true. The loud music blaring from the speakers and the people just dancing made everything feel a bit dizzy and chaotic.

You repeated your answer, but she still couldn't hear it. She just took two shot glasses from Yuuji's hands and gave it to you.

"Drink up, sister." she offered you the drinks.

Sukuna glared at Nobara. "Hey, settle down for a moment. Does she even drink hard liquor?"

"I-it's fine, Sukuna," you reassured and took the shot glasses from Nobara. "do you have any salt or lemon?"

Yuuji had a plate of lemons and offered it to you and Nobara. Sukuna brought a hand to your shoulder and leaned to your ear to whisper.

"You can always decline the shot if it feels too much," he reminded you softly. His deep voice sent shivers down your spine. You blushed, but reassured him that it was fine.

He pulled away from you and took a long look at Yuuji, signifying his twin to take care of you and Nobara while he was gone.

"I'll invite a few of my friends to our table and introduce 'em to you." Sukuna waved his hand and left the group.

Truth be told, Yuuji was a hard drinker. He'd probably drown himself in shots before the night ended. So, Yuuji initiated the drinks and poured everyone a shot. He was already dancing to the music and excited to go to the dance floor.

Nobara and Yuuji took their respective shot glasses and raised it up.

"Raise a glass to Y/N!"

"Party hard, but drink harder, Y/N!" Yuuji declared.

You raised the shot glass and smiled. "Here's to more Friday nights with the both of you."

The three of you clinked your glasses together and drank the shot. The alcohol burned your throat, so you immediately took a sip of the lemon. Nobara did the same, but Yuuji just took another shot without hesitation.

Nobara cringed at the taste, but she loved it either way. She shook your shoulders and laughed. Seems like the alcohol was already kicking in to her body.

"Another shot, Y/N! This is your warm-up, yeah?!"

Yuuji placed another shot of Cuervo on your glass. He gave you another slice of lemon. "You still up for another shot?"

The alcohol still wasn't sinking in to your nerves. But you loved the adrenaline that it brought you. So, you nodded your head and accepted the shot.

"The night is still young, Yuuji! Give me the shot."

You took the shot glass from Yuuji's hand. You didn't even bother taking the slice of lemon because you literally chugged the shot within a second. You couldn't care less if the alcohol burned your throat.

Nobara cheered. "That's my girl! By the end of the night, you'll be a hot fuckin' mess!"

Just as you were about to invite Nobara to the dance floor, Sukuna approached your table again. He brought a few of his friends, and they greeted you wirh a smile. They all looked kind, and they seem to have the same vibe with Sukuna— a warm and welcoming personality.

"These are my friends from Uni," Sukuna introduced them. There were four of them, actually. Three boys and one girl.

The first one was a young man named Yuta. He had a soft look on his face and his handsome features made him look sweet. He wore a black oversized Metallica shirt and there were a few piercings on his ears. He shook your hand.

"I'm Yuta, by the way," he greeted with a smile. "You look gorgeous, Y/N. Sukuna told me that it was your first time in Xylo. Is that right?"

"It's my first time in any club, actually." you answered him with a giggle. You could feel the heat in your cheeks burning up. Maybe the alcohol was kicking in?

"Wow, you're lucky!" Miwa, a young lady with blue hair exclaimed. She wore a black cocktail dress. "Xylo is like, the high end club of the city. Most celebrities even have to pay for an entrance."

"My celebrity crush always hangs out in here in Xylo," Todo, a tall man that stood 6'6 said. "Her meet and greets are pretty expensive, but in the club? You can just drink with her and chill."

"You can't even approach her 'cause she's in the VIP area! Don't spread fake news, Todo." Miwa replied.

Todo ignored Miwa's statement and patted Yuuji's shoulders. "Now is the night that my pal and I make a move on her. We'll find a way to get inside that damn VIP area."

He pointed to the second floor, which was filled with a bunch of rich people partying in a spacious area. Seems like only 50 people were designated in that area.

"We'll have a picture with her by the night's end, I bet," Yuuji reassured his friend. "Toge can give us a VIP pass since he's the DJ for later."

Yuuji and Todo then said their goodbyes and went to the dance floor. They also approached a waiter to order a few more bottles of alcohol. As for Nobara, she and Miwa were already planning how to spend the night, mainly making new friends with some hot models.

"Don't mind them, Y/N. Todo's just a huge fan of a female superstar who frequents here," Yuta said.

Sukuna intervened with your conversation. He already had another bottle of Jose Cuervo at hand.

"Bold of them to assume they even have a chance to meet her," he replied. "but with Toge's VIP privileges, then they might have a shot."

You raised an eyebrow. "Who's Toge anyway?"

Sukuna pointed to the huge screen in the middle of the dance floor. There hung a huge vintage chandelier and a shit ton of party lights. The DJ was in the middle of it all, and there were a few alcohol bottles with sparked candles attached to them. A few strippers were dancing beside the DJ and hyping him up.

"Toge is our friend. He doesn't talk much, but he's a new and upcoming DJ in town. He DJs in Xylo every other Friday, so we have a few tables for free," Yuta explains. "in a few minutes, he'll have his setlist. The crowd will go wild."

"He can also do shoutouts before a song plays. And we can order a few bottles of liquor and let the waiters serve them with those spark candles there," Sukuna points to the other tables that have waiters with the liquor bottles. They also had a signboard that said Happy Birthday.

As he explained, an idea popped into his mind. Sukuna smirked. He looked at you and held your wrist softly. "Follow my lead, Y/N."

"Where are we going?" you asked as you followed him to the dance floor.

"Let's pretend it's your birthday, yeah? We can get free bottles of liquor for that. Yuta can request for a birthday shoutout, and your name will pop up on the huge screen there," he gestured to the DJ.

You smiled, but your mind started to get a bit hazy. Drinking two shots of alcohol on an empty stomach wasn't a really good idea, but you can't back out now. The dance floor was also filled with people, so you couldn't really focus on your actions. You could only focus on Sukuna, who was holding your wrist to make sure you won't get lost.

"That's sweet of you Sukuna!" your arms found their way to his neck. You looked up at him and started swaying your hips. "Dance with me first."

Slowly enough, his hands hovered over your waist. "Gotta make your first night out unforgettable, babe."

As you danced with Sukuna, you noticed that there were a few people attempting to approach you. But Sukuna prevented them from doing so; he made sure that no one would touch you without consent. He could notice that the alcohol was already kicking into your veins, so he had to keep an extra eye out for you.

The music was already decreasing, but the people were still dancing their asses out. However, the DJ held a microphone and announced something.

"That's it for tonight's setlist, folks! Before the clock strikes 12, I'll be handing over the music to the freshest DJ in town--- DJ Onigiri and Panda!"

A few seconds after, a short man with white hair entered the stage. Beside him was a man wearing a full-out panda costume. The crowd cheered as they saw the duo. The lights brightened and the spotlight was completely on them.

"Hello, Xylo! It's Panda with DJ Onigiri. First of all, we'd like to say thank you to the Big Boss for invitin' us here," Panda gestured to the VIP area on the second floor. You couldn't really see who they were referring to because it was so dark. Nonetheless, the people still cheered and hyped up the duo. "We'll be playin' the sickest setlist you've ever heard, so get your asses ready."

Panda then handed the microphone to Toge. The young man took off his mask and smiled. Everyone was silent as they waited for his voice.

He cleared his throat and said, "Party hard, but drink harder."

That was when Toge started playing his music and the crowd went wild. He played a sick remix of Tokyo Drift and mash-up. You could feel yourself smiling as the beat perfectly matched the whole vibe of the place. Sukuna still had his eyes on you, just to make sure that no one touched you inappropriately. Next thing you knew, Nobara, Miwa, and Yuuji were already together with you, dancing your asses off. Nobara kept hyping you up and Miwa was already taking videos of your dancing ass. The twins were chugging down a bottle of Cuervo and they kept jumping around like a bunch of kids. Your group seem to be the center of the crowd, and everyone had their eyes on you.

Before the beat could drop, Panda held the microphone to his lips.

"Let's get with the shout outs tonight!" he hyped up the crowd, then a bunch of waiters entered the dance floor and they held a Happy Birthday Signage and a shit ton of liquor bottles with sparkling candles. Toge then changed the background of the huge screen placed at their backs and it said "Happy Birthday, Y/N! Party hard."

"First shout out of the night is the Princess of the Dance floor— Y/N!" Panda announced, which lead to your surprise. The spotlight was placed on you, and then you saw Todo and Yuta approaching your group's place with a few waiters. Both men had a bottle of Patron at hand, while the waiters held the Happy Birthday Signage.

"Party hard, Y/N! This song's for you!" Panda said, and you could feel everyone's eyes on you. Toge continued the song and the beat dropped.

Nobara and Miwa already had their phones out. Yuta approached you and placed a plastic tiara on your head. The waiters held the Birthday Signage up high, and the liquor bottles had sparkling candles. And unexpectedly, Todo effortlessly lifted you up and placed you on his shoulders. You could feel your face blush, because you were pretty much on top of the world now. Everyone was hyping you up, and you could swear that there was someone looking at you with such a piercing gaze. You just couldn't see who they are because there were a lot of people.

The twins danced around and opened the liquor bottle. Yuuji let Sukuna chug down the bottle. "You better drink this for 10 seconds, Sukuna!"

Yuuji was a bit tipsy now, so the drink was literally going all over Sukuna's face. Yuta, Nobara, and Miwa started counting down the time for Sukuna's drink.

"1....2....3...4....5—" They were cut off by hen Sukuna pulled away from the chug and coughed.

"Dammit, bro. You fuckin' sprayed the drink all over me." he laughed. He then wiped off the alcohol spilling down his face.

Sukuna then took another bottle and it was Yuuji's turn to chug the drink. Nobara then took a picture of you and Todo as you sat on his shoulder. You smiled as she used the flash camera.

"Let me post this on my Instagram Story, Y/N! I'll mention you and Todo," she declares with a smile.

You then tapped Todo, signaling him to put you down. He smiles at you and asks, "You having a good time, Y/N?"

You adjusted your tiara and nodded. "I am! I wasn't expecting Toge to place my shoutout first."

"He rarely does shoutouts for people, so yours might be the only one for tonight." Todo says loudly as the music plays.

Your eyes then landed on the Patron drink that Nobara was now chugging. You haven't tried chugging a drink yet, so you offered to do it.

"Can I try that, too?" You asked and pointed to the Patron drink being chugged down. Your voice a bit sluggish since you were now tipsy.

Yuuji nodded. "Fuck yeah! Open wide, Y/N!"

He was about to open another bottle until Sukuna stopped him. The older twin placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"It seems like you're a lightdrinker, Y/N. Two shots in and you're drunk. Ya sure you want this?"

Lightdrinker? You? That was nonsense. Sukuna was clearly seeing something else.

"I'm not, Sukuna! I can take a 10-second chug 'cause it's my birthday."

You pulled away from Sukuna's grip and went to Yuuji's side. Yuta opened his flashlight to guide Yuuji's hand. Meanwhile, Nobara taught you how to chug properly.

"Just bend your back a bit and open your mouth wide. Drink a lot of it and let it burn your throat, babe!" she said and pushed you to the circle with Yuuji in the center of it. He then opened the bottle cap.

You gulped and positioned your head up to face the bottle. Slowly, you opened your mouth. Miwa was already starting to count and Yuta joined in, too. Yuuji then pointed the opening of the bottle to your lips. His other hand was placed on your chin to make sure your mouth was wide open. Yuuji then poured the Patron drink to your mouth and fuck. It tasted so damn different from Cuervo. This had more hotness and alcohol to it. You still chugged it down, though. You could hear your friends' countdown until 10.

"6....7...8...9..... and 10!" They cheered as you were able to finish off the whole 10 seconds.

You instantly closed your mouth, but Yuuji still poured the drink. This caused your crop top to become wet with alcohol. Sukuna immediately pulled you away from Yuuji and apologized. He then gave you his jacket so that you could cover your chest. Yuuji, meanwhile, offered Todo to also chug down the drink. It seems like the young man was already too deep in the alcohol. It was fine, though. You were fine. The alcohol didn't taste that bad, especially when it was just a quick chug. What was bothering you the most, though, is your alcohol-stained chest. You needed to change your whole top.

Lucky for you, Sukuna seem to read your mind. "Nobara, can you escort Y/N to the restroom?"

Nobara noticed that you already had Sukuna's jacket on. It meant that your top could be soaked with alcohol. She nodded and held you by your arm firmly. She temporarily said goodbye to your group and reassured them that both of you would be back in a couple of minutes. Nobara then brought a tissue to your mouth as she guided you to the restroom. You were quite a stumbling mess already, and your line of vision was starting to blur out. Your head was starting to get a bit fuzzy, too. Toge started to play his second song, so the music just got louder.

"Y/N, let's dry up your top. I'll join you inside the restroom, okay?" she asked you twice. Just to make sure that you were still conscious enough to respond.

It felt like you were having earthquakes on your head, but you nodded. You held onto Nobara's arm for dear life. The nobles way to the restroom was already dark as it it, so you needed some guidance.

"Of course. Thank you, Nobara."

That's the last thing you said and remembered before the alcohol took over your body.

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Owning one of (if not) the highest paid clubs in the city capital wasn't an easy job. If anything, it was a draining profession because of the demand it had on the people. Xylo skyrocketed months after it first opened because of its owner, Toji Fushiguro, being able to invite the hottest and trendiest celebrities all over the world. The club then became known to have a reputation among the richest folks, which then led to the owner's success and ongoing business until now.

Still, owning a club had its perks. Toji loved the VIP treatment he received everytime he went there. It was just heaven. Celebrities and even models payed respect to him, some even begged to have a table reservation just for one night. If he knew any better, he'd be convinced that he was a celebrity himself.

"The young DJ and his hypeman are up next, Boss," one of his men reminded him. The man handed him a drink and left his side.

Toji sat at the very middle of the VIP area on his premium couch. It was located at the second floor, and from his view, you could see everything. The solid glass that separated him from the loud crowd from the first floor is what made the VIP exclusive. It had more access to drinks and exclusive amenities for a few people. There werr a few billiards, outdoor decks, and access to the rooftop.

"How was the meeting with the Gojo Heir?" a voice interrupted Toji's isolation.

He took a sip from his drink. He turned to face Shiu Kong, one of his business partners and the one who mainly helped him in establishing Xylo. They have been working together hand-in-hand for awhile now.

"It went well. He agreed to our terms, and I agreed to his. Contract says that he'll invest in one of our other starting clubs," Toji explains truthfully. "HQ is the one he has in mind, but Xylo's his main priority."

Kong took a seat across Toji. He glanced at him with a concerned look. "Where is he now?"

Toji pointed to the white-haired male that stood out from the crowd. He was in the first floor, mixing it up with the locals and drinking his life away. He was with a few of his friends, mainly some business associates too. They were probably checking out the place and making their final verdict.

"The young man's promising, but his personality's a bit shitty."

"Sounds like you're reminded of yourself when you see the Gojo brat."

Toji sighed. "Pretty much. Except that fucker has his family's name written all over him, whereas I started from scratch."

Kong noticed Toji's mood today. It was... off. After business meetings, the man would be celebrating his success and partying away. But tonight was different.

"Something's on your mind, Fushiguro. Did the meeting go unexpected to our plans?" he asked out of concern.

Toji massaged the temple on his forehead. He tried to drain out the music from his system, but he couldn't. There was just a lot going on his mind.

"It's just a family issue, Kong. Don't get yourself worked up."

"Oh?" Kong leaned forward and whispered, "Is this about your cheating wife?"

Kong already knew well enough that Toji's wife was unloyal. She's been seeing another man for awhile. Toji noticed (obviously) She confronted him about it, apologized, then cheated again. It wasn't a new topic. Hell, it even led to their relationship to becoming an open one.

Which meant that Toji was free to see someone else.

They could get a divorce, yes, but the money they had combined was unstoppable. It kept on flowing like a waterfall, and Toji wasn't willing to let that go. That's why they kept up the "head over heels in love" act everytime they had the chance.

"Y'know, that woman is brilliant. Married you for the money, used the said money to start her own business and then funds it for her daughter's education. Isn't that smart?" Kong added, noticing that Toji was out of his zone.

"This isn't about her. It's about her daughter."

By now, Kong was intrigued. "You mean your daughter?"

Toji cringed at the word. "She's not.... she's not my daughter, Kong. I'm not sure if I even consider her as one. But I can't help but think about her."

Kong knew this well enough. He poured another shot on Toji's glass.

"This is about a boy, isn't it?"

Toji was silent. Which meant that Kong was probably right.

Kong chuckled at Toji's actions. "It's called fatherly instincts, dumbass."

Toji shook his head. "It isn't like that."

"What is it, then? You're worried about your wife's kid who's probably seeing a boy her age."

"She's a fuckin' adult, Kong. And I'm not worried, I'm just concerned for her safety."

"You haven't even introduced me to her yet. Who is she anyway?"

Toji sighed. He opened his phone and gave it to Kong. It showed a picture of you and your mother, smiling side by side. You were in front of your new house that Toji bought. You had a handful of boxes at hand, but it didn't really cover your entire face. Kong could clearly see your appearance, which made him quite amused.

"She looks a lot like her mother, Fushiguro. I see why you're worried," he confessed and brought the phone back to Toji. "but she's fine, isn't she? She's safe and sound at home."

Toji groaned and his head brought flashbacks of you in the porch of your friend's house with some guy. He was a fairly tall male around your age, and he had an annoying smile on his face. It irritated Toji just thinking about it.

"She isn't home. She slept at her friend's house, but—"

"But she might've snuck out and went on a date with her boyfriend." Kong finished his statement. "A classic move, might I add."

Toji then took one last look at the first floor. There were more people now since it was almost midnight. The new DJ would probably hype up the crowd and increase the number of customers by double. Nonetheless, Toji's mind was still stuck on you.

"I fuckin' regret leaving her. I should've picked her up after the meeting."

The man adjusted his white long sleeves and pulled them up to his elbows. He undid a few buttons of his shirt so that he could breathe. The alcohol didn't do much in relieving his overthinking, so he might as well just act on it. He took one long sip of his drink and stood up from his seat. He grabbed his car keys from his pockets and readied himself to exit the club.

Kong, however, stopped him from doing so.

"And what? You're leaving on a hot Friday night?" he questioned in disbelief. "We paid a shit ton of money to hire the best DJs in town to keep this night unforgettable. Don't fuck this up and bail on me."

Toji glared at Kong as the loud sounds blared throughout the whole building. The VIP area was starting to get filled with more and more people. Most of them were major stockholders of the club.

"Hello, Xylo! It's Panda with DJ Onigiri. First of all, we'd like to say thank you to the Big Boss for invitin' us here,"

The spotlight instantly went on Toji and Kong's floor. People cheered as they saw who Panda referred to as Big Boss. After that, the DJ said something and played some music. The crowd seemed livelier than ever the second they entered the stage.

Kong then took another intimidating glare at him again.

"Just finish a couple of their songs, Fushiguro."

Toji knew that he couldn't deny Kong's request. So he sat back down and offered himself another shot. He leaned back on his reclining chair and took a deep breath. He might as well enjoy the newest DJs in Xylo. Kong entertained him with a bit of business talk. He offered Toji some new suggestions about expanding their network, specifically in other aspects. Xylo already had its own name, but Toji needed to do more. He needed to establish a few more clubs to ensure the flow of money kept on going.

"Xylo's already the shit in everyone's minds. We were the pioneers of the city's nightlife, too. But we gotta expand more, yeah? Let's search for more areas that can thrive in the night. Then, we can build a new nightclub there before anyone else can."

"HQ's already on that list. We've got celebrities going there to host parties," Toji explained to Kong.

"Yeah, but the Northside can be another possible area that we can use because it's filled with University students. That's where I got those new DJs."

Kong pointed to the DJ playing his setlist on the first floor. Toji couldn't believe it. "That guy's a University Student?"

"Hard to believe. But the kid's got talent. He doesn't talk much but his music is heavenly."

As if on queue, the music lowered down. Panda then again tapped the microphone and announced something. It made Toji and Kong look over to their direction.

"Let's get with the shout outs tonight!" Panda hyped up the crowd, then a bunch of waiters entered the dance floor. After that, Toji's night took an unexpected turn.

At the huge screen placed on the DJs back, there was a huge text written with "Happy Birthday, Y/N! Party Hard" At the text alone, Toji forced himself to stand up and go to the viewing deck of the VIP area. Was it possible? Was it possible that you were here, in Xylo? God, Toji didn't know how to act. So, Kong followed him, which led them to the other side of the stage, where they could clearly see everyone and hear the loud music.

Toji then scanned the crowd, trying to look for the person that Panda was referring to.

Meanwhile, Kong sighed. "It's probably a coincidence that the stranger has the same name as her."

Toji ignored him. He then observed the spotlight that would pinpoint the one Panda was greeting.

"Party hard, Y/N! This song's for you!" Panda said and then the beat dropped.

The spotlight then scanned the crowd, and it eventually landed on a group of friends. Toji carefully eyed each one. There were two girls, one had blue hair and the other had orange. There was a young man with black hair and a set of identical twins with the same exact hair that Toji saw from earlier. The pink hair that he saw in your friend's house.

"Oh shit," Kong stated with a sigh.

He probably saw something else Toji didn't notice.

But Toji was quick to glance. There, he saw a group of waiters carrying Happy Birthday signage with a couple of drinks, and in the middle of it, was a huge muscular man. He had his hair tied up in a bun, and he looked pretty intimidating. However, the thing that caught Toji's eyes was the pretty little girl seated on the man's shoulder. She wore a white backless crop top and a short skirt. She was smiling and cheering as everyone had their eyes on her and her alone. The girl was dancing along to the song that was playing

"What the fuck is she doing here?" Toji asked in a disappointed tone. His fingers curled into a fist as he stared at you from afar.

You were smiling as everyone cheered for your so-called birthday, even if Toji knew that it wasn't. A few minutes after, you got down from the unknown man's shoulder and went to your group's circle. You opened your mouth wide and chugged practically half of the bottle.

The scene alone made Toji pissed. There were a lot of people staring at you with greedy eyes, and as each second passed, he regrets leaving you alone. He should've just followed his gut and let you stay with him.

"Don't do something you'll regret, Fushiguro." Kong reminded him out of a sudden.

Toji ignored him. He exited the VIP area and went down to the first floor to find you.

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Part 2 and 3 soon. Lmk if u like the story!

Damn… he made her go dumb then give her a ring I need me a mans like that uh-huh

𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 | toji fushiguro.

SUMMARY: toji catfishes his pretty little ex-girlfriend on tinder because he’s bored. the sheer thought of you being with another man makes him giggle.

CONTENT: f! reader, dilf ex!bf toji, he’s possessive n clingy, pwp, toji’s puthy whipped, dumbification, praising, degradation, oral, tummy bulge, implied multiple rounds, brat taming, hate sêx kinda, the headboard breaks LOL, (names: little girl, baby, princess, sweetheart) wk — 4.7k

NOTE: i was in a toxic mood💔i swear i listened to let me love u by ariana one time and my puthy wrote the whole thing sry

SONG INSPO.

You had just started to date again, and you were feeling yourself admirably as you should. It was a Friday night and you happened to match with a cute guy that was your type. He was really flirtatious and said all the right things for you to wanna go with him that said night. You were draped in a cute sheath black dress, not too fancy but it was easy on the eyes to show off your curves and your appealing physique. To go with it you wore stockings along with matching black stilettos that clanked as you got out your car to meet up with your date. So imagine your surprise to see your ex-boyfriend, Toji Fushiguro in only black sweats and that all too familiar smug grin on him — dark green eyes slowly trailing down your body, primitively undressing your clothes.

“I- You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you huffed, knowing damn well it was almost too good to be true. The person you’ve been talking to for almost two weeks was your ex, this entire time? Toji’s tall figure stares at you, and he looks amused, almost laughing compared to your maddened state. “You think this is funny or something, Toji? We broke up a year ago.”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I know,” he shrugs, dark black hair slightly damp and messy. And he smelled so good too. You hated how even dressed down he’d always look good regardless. “But I miss my pretty girl. And I know you miss me too. You’re still not over me, I see. It’s pretty easy to tell, ya know?”

You finally manage to make eye contact with him, and his face is purely stoic, emotionless but it’s an almost condescending smirk spreading on his lips. He just can’t keep his eyes off you. You gave him an irritated sigh, disregarding his comment. “What— do you want, Toji?”

“Y/N, baby, don’t be stupid,” he strolls a lot closer towards you with his hands buried in his pockets, yet teasingly lowers his head down to reach your height, gawking at you with a menacing smirk. “You know what I want. I want you, little girl.”

Your face gets hot, smelling the rich faint tang of liquor on his breath. You couldn’t lie, ever since you cut Toji off due to your busy life and work, you almost forgot about him. Almost. Yet of course he shows up when you want to start dating again.

“…I’m taken,” You abruptly jabber out, and you don’t know why you did, but Toji dumbly stares at you, raising an eyebrow as if you were actually serious. “Yeah… I’m taken and we’re thinking of starting a family too.”

“Liar,” he snickers, eyes flickering towards your sheeny glossed lips. “You’ve always hated kids.”

You glared at him, of course he’d say that.

Though you did have to use the bathroom, so he let you walk up into his well kept condo. That was your big mistake though. You should have just took off and left like a good girl. But you didn’t.

And Toji was ultimately more than happy with you in his presence. After all, he did miss you. His baby.

Once you finished in his bathroom, you fixed up your hair a little along with your mascara and scrolled through your phone while starting to walking out. You mumbled under your breath, not believing how unhinged this entire situation was. Rummaging through tinder, you forgot you had another date prior to today — and the both of you also planned to meet up near a club. You mentally cursed yourself out, thinking you were just gonna leave Toji’s place and just go with him instead, but Toji barges into the bathroom and snatches your phone away with a low chuckle.

“What the fuck?” You retorted, trying to reach and grab it but he’s too damn tall, holding it high up with an uncaring expression. “Give it back, Toji.”

“Nah,” is all he says, and he’s scrolling through your phone, walking out the door. You follow him, trying to grab it but it's to avail. “Hm. He’s got no game. Clearly a virgin. Dunno what you see in him,” and he's zooming into your screen, tiling his head before lowly laughing. “Ew. The fuck is that thing? Pft. Please don’t tell me that made you wet.”

You stare at the explicit picture of the guy you were texting as he shoved your phone in your face, and you immediately snatched it — and you were about to smack him. “Jerk.”

Toji grabs your arm with quick reflexes, staring at your small wrist and then back at you. “Aww. Still with that bratty ass tongue too, huh?” and your heart starts to beat, along with between your legs. Were you really getting aroused? Now? With your ex of all people? You watch him make you walk backwards until your back taps against his smooth, transverse wall. “Oh, I think I see the issue, baby. The dick you must been getting lately must be horrible. Poor thing. I always knew how to shut that mouth up real quick.”

“..I'll smack you again.” You shot back, and he had his hand holding both your hands over your head. Oh, you were fucked. In such a submissive position, hands held up and in his grip an haughty amused smile curves on his lips.

“Yeah? Try it, girl.”

His voice is low and raspy, and Toji leans in to your lips, nearly letting off a grunt from your sweet fragrance he knew all too well. It’s intoxicating, and he brings a hand up to your face, swiping a thumb against your glossed lips. “Right. What I thought,” and he pauses to look down at you while chuckling, “You’re fucking soaked aren't”you? Dripping down those slutty stockings huh?” and he slides a hand down your body — and you let him, almost letting out a moan from his familiar soft touch. He leans into your ear, deep voice subduing with each word. “Aw. Let me find out you put all this shit on for me.”

“O-Of I didn’t...” You started to pant, and he had you stuttering now. Toji hums to himself, lifting up your dress. He’s so handsy, raising his hands up real slow on your body to get a good feel, and it’s seductively nice and slow. He missed your pretty physique, the places where you felt most self conscious, and that sweet little voice that’d always whine his name on loop when he’s inches deep inside your needy cunt.

Toji swiftly swipes a tongue over his bottom lip near his slanted scar staring at you hungrily before grazing a hand up to your throat, softly brushing his fingers against the diamond necklace you wore gently. “Tell me you want me.”

You almost moaned, feeling him pressed up against your body — face radiating with pure heat. He’s so close, all the memories of whenever you two were intimate came flashing back. The sex with Toji was always good. Phenomenal even. He knew how to fuck you better than any man ever could, fuck the pure brat out of you too. You and him both knew that. It wasn’t rocket science.

“I—” You muttered, mind so conflicted. Toji leans into your neck, softly planting kisses on the spot where you’re most tender and you whimper.

“Hmm? Words, Y/N,” he breathes directly next to your neck, softly sliding his tongue across your skin. He’s teasing you so bad, and you feel your pussy start to twitch from his sheer dominance. His cologne scent is so strong — completely filling up your sinuses. Toji’s staring down at you with a stoic expression, bringing his lips up to your chin now to gingerly nip on it. “Use them. You know how to speak to me. I taught my baby well, did I not?”

You let out a soft moan, feeling him gently lower his head towards your chest, kissing all around it before you finally gave in — not even caring anymore, “I- I fucking want you Toji. Please.”

“There she is,” he slyly smiles, dark viridescent eyes looking up at you. His voice gets real low every time he spoke, standing up straight before lowering his lashes at you. “There’s my girl.”

Your heart along with your pussy flutters from his words extremely, it’s pathetic. The little devil on your shoulder was screaming profusely at you, telling you to just leave, go hook up with someone else, or just go back home and sleep. But you wanted to. Your body told you something else, that you wanted Toji. He’s got an eyebrow slightly raised at you once you’re staring at him before you grab him into a deep kiss, pulling his neck down to reach your height. He instinctively picks you up with a chuckle and you moan into his mouth sliding a hand down his toned chest and feeling the cold jewelry he wore slung around his neck. You tasted the sweet liquor on his tongue, yanking on his black jacket he wore as he led you to his bed. The bed you used to sleep with in with him all the time. The bed you used to always have countless orgasms in. The bed you two would sometimes cuddle in and talk about random things at three in the morning.

Toji’s sloppily kissing you, occasionally softly nipping on your bottom lip before he sits down on the plump bed, while pulling away from you. “Get on your knees for me.”

It was as if your body knew what to do right away, all he had to do was order you to do a simple thing and you’d do it. Toji’s always loved how submissive you were for him — regardless of your bratty side he wasn’t too fond of. Out of courtesy though, he gives you a fat pillow to rest your knees on. That was odd. He’s never been that nice to you before whenever you gave him top. Then again, you shrugged it off, eager to sink his hefty shaft down your throat.

“Don‘t gotta tell you anything else,” Toji grunts, staring down at you with low faded eyes. “Y‘know what to do, Princess.” Your heart raced once he called you that. Princess. Though, you were still pretty pissed at him for all things considering. You didn’t forget that your ex-boyfriend literally catfished you. He was blocked on all socials so he probably figured that was his best way to reach you since he couldn’t call. You never did understand why he was so infatuated with you. After the break up, Toji tried to get over you but nothing worked. Sometimes he’d moan out your name in bed with other women and that was obviously... well, a big turn off. Of course, he’d never share that with you though. That would hurt his big ego for sure.

“Asshole.” You mumbled under your breath, and he gently yanks your head up, making you look dead at him.

“Yeah yeah, call me that that after you’re done choking on my dick, whore.”

You give him a glare — which he of course would find it cute, and you start untying his sweats before quickly staring at his black and grey briefs. His bulge was big, and your small hands impatiently sprung out his thick cock that you were all too familiar with. It looked like it was just begging to be sucked. It’s pretty pre-cum leaking from the sides, and Toji grunts, watching you give him soft kitten licks near the sides of his veiny cock before taking him all the way in.

You wrap your dominant hand around his base, making your mouth slightly agape to fit his length slightly and you hum, making him feel the little tingly vibrations as you sank down his length. Toji sits up straight, digging slender fingers to firmly grip onto your scalp and grip near the back of your head as you look up at him from time to time. He groans lowly, nostrils flaring while keeping his dark eyes on you.

“Mmm good….. girl,” he sharply inhales, and your head’s positively bobbing now. His cock’s twitching inside your throat, watching you manipulate your hand to follow your mouth’s movements and it’s not long before his eyes nearly roll back from how sloppy you were. “F-Fuck. Almost forgot how good you always suck me off…. Shit…..."

Your technique’s sexy and precise, natural long lashes flutter each moment you blink, and you’re so messy too — coating his shaft with your sleek spit.

“Damn…. little girl," he hisses hoarsely, his head nearly going back. “Like that. Fucking choke on it baby,” Toji eggs you on, softly thrusting into your mouth sexily. You start to gag, digging prying your nails into his tense thighs. He’s nearly losing himself, loving the way you’re making lewd wet noises, tight throat taking him in and out willingly. Toji looks at you, watching strings of spit run down your mouth while your eyes widen then lower. You hum — jaw starting to ache and lock just a tiny bit over his tip while spotting your mascara start to race down your cheeks the tears going down your face.

“So damn pretty,” he’d purr in a almost shaky voice, and as you kept taking him in your mouth you felt Toji swipe some of your mascara tears but you slap his hand away, still feeling him reach the back of your throat. Toji lets off a laugh. “Brat.”

You moan on his cock, reaching frigid fingers down to play with yourself — slightly tilting your head upwards as he’s groaning from your sloppy mouth. “Mmm a little wider baby. Good girl, use your fuckin’ jaw and get nice and sloppy for me,” he instructs, and you listen, gawking him down. He probably said that just to hear you gag more. Toji huffs, grinding his hips against your mouth a little to where you’re holding onto his thighs. “Fuck, I'm close…. Gonna fucking shoot a load down this pretty tight throat.”

Toji groans, a good grip on your head before he’s in a plateau — mind completely empty as you’re giving him such immaculate brain.

“Be a good girl and enjoy the fucking meal Y/N,” he pants, and you watch him whip out his phone. His muscles tightens as your eyelids are so low and heavy, taking in his fat cock stuffed down your throat. Toji lets out a final moan, shockwaves pulsing and tearing through his veins. His nod judders from your mouth, and he gives you an awkward pat — still letting off low moans before he grips your mouth a little while you look up at him. “F-Fuck. You look so gorgeous like this. You’d be such a pretty lock screen for me, baby.”

Once you remove your mouth from his cock, jaw a bit sore — you catch you breath, swallowing his warm sweetened cum. You stand up, pushing him on the king-sized bed but he grabs you instead and tosses you on the bed, a near giggle leaving your throat.

“Nah. Lie back. You’re the submissive one, remember?”

You roll your eyes, doing what he said and Toji sounded so arrogant — a near smirk tugging on his perfect pink lips. He stares at you for a moment before leaning in close to you — closing the gap between you and Toji starts to make a trail of kisses. He starts real slow…. from your collarbone, towards your chest, towards your tummy, until he reached your thighs. You start to pant a little, feeling his strong rough hands grip near your thighs — moving it to plant kisses and softly suck near the crevices of your inner thighs, and he makes a soft lick near your cunt before you yank on his hair while letting off a surprised moan.

He looks up at you with an eyebrow raise.

“Don’t eat me out, Toji. Just fuck me,” you spoke in an almost whiney quiet voice, and his green eyes just pierce into yours before he lowly chuckles to himself — sitting up, while maneuvering little circles near your already sopping cunt.

“Straight to the dick, huh. You never change,” he tilts his head with a low voice, and you watch him stare at your body some more — being all touchy feely. He openly gawks at the lingerie you wore as his eyes roamed. “Lingerie,” he sings in an almost amused smooth tone. “Aw, that‘s cute. You probably got all ready to go and fuck that guy I catfished you as? What was his name- Andrew?”

“He’d probably fuck better than you anyway, Toji.” You snapped back in an instant.

That’s when Toji gives your cunt a few light spanks, making you nearly burst out a moan. “Hm. That right? Weren’t saying that a moment ago when you were happily gagging on my cock like a little slut,” and you feel him start to sink his dick inside your clenching cunt. You chew on your lip, staring up at his rotating ceiling fan, whining from the stretch as your wet pussy willingly took him in — your mouth nearly widening and Toji smugly hums. “Good girl. Exactly what I thought. Now shut the fuck up and take your loving boyfriend’s dick. It’s missed you.”

“We aren’t even toge—”

Toji brings a hand to your mouth, making your words turn into moans as he starts up a pace and he feels your leg wrap around him — and the way he rolls his hips at such a salacious mean pace already makes your eyes nearly roll back. He smiles to himself, lightly gripping onto your chin with his hand below your nose but covering your mouth as you moaned into his palm, his cock inches deep and your body‘s just jostling beneath him.

“You don‘t say it, but I can tell you miss me, Y/N. Your pussy talks real loud, ya know?” Toji grunts, and he places his free hand near your tummy, feeling the cute bulge that continued to make an appearance— and he chuckles once you stare directly at him wide dilated lustful pupils. Toji sibilates with one of the thrusts that slaps against your cunt, and you whine once you feel him lean in close to you, staring at you with that haughty condescending gaze. “You’ve always had a bad taste in men, after all.” and he laughs at his own joke once he realizes what he said and you shoot him a glare — as he removes his hand from your mouth.

Your noises were shaky as he fucked you against the mattress and it felt so good before you stared at him dead in the face, panting while feeling your entire face get hot . “I hate y—you. You’re so annoying, Toji. That’s all you’re good for. Fucking me good.”

Toji looks down at you with a glare before he can’t help but laugh again — it’s like you were a comedian to him. He makes you toss a leg over his shoulder while wrapping his hand around your throat with another reaching towards your cunt. “Oh really. Y/N you’re more bitchy than usual. That’s how I know you haven’t been fucked properly,” and he rubs his thumb against your throat, lightly squeezing to make you moan before he leans in close to your ear, giving your pussy a few light taps — even if he was still pounding inside of you ruthless, his hips making the bed sing in harmony. “You hate me, baby? Tell me how you really feel then whore. Hate me enough to let me beat this pussy up? Make you cum over and over until you’re crying like a little whiney bitch?” and then he shakes his head with a little smirk. “You can’t talk shit to me when you’re the one getting fucked dumb, girl. Know your place or I’lll make sure you do with my dick.”

“F-Fuck you, Toji.” You moaned, and he rolls his eyes at your bratty attitude still showing an appearance — even still after he’s mercilessly thrashing his hips against you to where you can nearly spit out coherent words.

“What do you think I‘m doing, dumb bitch?” He says back with a sarcastic tone, and oh you hated how your pussy throbbed and twitched from his words, the pretty little anklet you wore just dangling as he fucked you against the mattress. His mattress. Toji leans up close to you with his eyes half lidded once he’s got a sly smile, grunting a bit once he shoves your knees towards your chest as you start whimpering from how deep and good his cock hit you, inches everywhere. He stares down at you. “You like that huh? Every degrading thing I say makes you soaked. Dirty girl. I felt your tight ass pussy squeeze on me just then,” and then Toji gets real close to where you can smell his cologne scent, the scintillating chain that wrapped around his neck occasionally tapping against you as he slyly smiled and purred, “Awww. Silent now? Nothing in that dumb little brain anymore? Bet if I don’t make you cum you’ll say some shit to me then.”

Your eyes widen at his words once he said that because Toji knew you were close to orgasm and his thrusts because tantalizing sloppy. He stared down at you and watched you cutely get even dumber on his cock before you start babbling, “Pleasepleaseplease Toji.”

He’s got a smug grin — seeing you near your orgasm as your voice is so tiny and shaky, and he reaches a rough hand down towards your pussy while he’s rutting his hips against you carnally, teasingly sliding a thumb down your slit. “Please what? You wanna cum?” and you cutely start nodding as a reply — letting off the most lewd moms imaginable that it echoes around his room. Toji leans up close to, gripping your chin to make you look right into his cold green eyes and he lowly chuckles. “Aww. Okay, but do you deserve to cum? You did say ‘fuck me,’ so apparently, I’m guessing that—”

You’re nearly sobbing from his teasing — cutely clawing your nails against his chiseled chest before Toji flips you over to be on your stomach now. “Hmmm. I don‘t know,” he talks over your loud babbling, bringing your ass a spank as he continues to drive his cock inside your folds that clamped so good around him. He gets hard from the recoil of your ass — giving you such good backshots to make you moan into his silk satin pillow with your toes curling. “Haven’t been in this pretty pussy for a year. I’m gonna need to hear you use that cute little voice and say ‘pretty please,’ mhm?”

“T—Toji.” You choked out, and you feel such rippling shockwaves throughout your body as you were so close — but he gives you another spank at your answer, ruthlessly snapping his hips against you.

“Whore. I didn’t tell you to say my name. I told you to beg.” Toji grunts in a husky voice, and your eyes nearly roll back once his thrusts deepen and his cockhead is just tapping against your g-spot now, over and over and over to where you’re chasing your own breath.

You pant, feeling Toji drag both of your arms behind your back as he’s taking you from behind with your head being shoved into the pillow. You couldn’t lie to yourself — even though you couldn’t make up your mind. Whether you missed Toji’s dick or Toji himself, it was inscrutable. “P-Pretty please Toji,” you whimpered, feeling your body shake after each hit he made against your cunt, plowing and jackhammering his way into you as if his occupation was a construction worker. “Please l—let me cum. I think I deserve it.”

“Do you really?” Toji replied in a sardonic tone, getting real smug once you sounded so needy and desperate just for a little orgasm. He can’t help at smile once he hear you whine from edging you even longer. “Hmmm, fine. Go ahead. I’m feeling nice.”

You felt a frantic sensation build up inside you at your words — nearly tickling your cunt and you feel so hot once you’re cumming on his twitching erect dick that stuffed inside you. Buried inside you to the hilt, and he slows down a bit for you as you’re orgasming with your entire body shaking as you’re still throbbing between your legs, nearly at a lost for words — salivating from your delicious orgasm.

“Your orgasms are always so dramatic.” Toji scoffs with a husky laugh once you get so dumb you’re babbling anything now.

By now, Toji‘s fucked you through countless orgasms — more than you can count on your fingers yet you kept begging and pleading for more. Oh, you were so cock drunk. It was embarrassing. Maybe you’d have to come to the conclusion no matter your separation, you’d always find yourself back in Toji’s bed. Whether it’s your own or his, and maybe you wanted that. He’s dragging his thick cock between your folds once more and you feel the ridges — laid on your back again in a near failed attempt at a missionary position as Toji’s staring at you with lust in his eyes, watching your knees nearly buck from his length that’s pummeling in and out of you.

“F-Fuck, Toji. I don’t think I can cum anymore,” you started to sibilate softly from the overstim after recently orgasming — his hips just smacking against your cunt. He looks down at you with an amused sly smile once he gently wraps his calloused rough fingers around your throat so you can give him direct eye contact as you spoke. “Can’t cum anymore, Toji. I- I can’t.”

Toji clicks his tongue. “Huh. Of course you can. I didn’t train this pussy to be weak, sweetheart,” and he brings you into a deep kiss. You kiss back and it’s real sloppy and passionate once you slide your tongue inside his mouth — pulling him closer to your warm body with your legs hesitantly and wrapping around his slim waist like a vice. A little smile tugs on his lips from your state as he’s still churning your insides, one hand reaching down to press on your tummy and you moan inside his mouth. Once he pulls away, he’s jamming and bullying his cock into you once more before he grunts — feeling himself get close, eyes lowering just a bit before he reaches near your breasts to lightly pinch on your perky nipples. “Be a good girl and cum one more time for your boyfriend.”

You moaned once he rolls his hips in such a seductive motion it makes your jaw nearly open with your glossy lips laminated with spit. His thrusts were just so good, smacking and thwacking against your cunt to where your eyes reach near the back of your head and you’re producing the most lewd noises imaginable,“T-Toji,” you‘d whimper out and then out of nowhere you hear something snap and you flinch at the sound of splitting wood and — it was Toji‘s headboard, and it nearly lands near your face but he catches it with a bulky arm while staring down at you with a stoic unfazed deadpan. “Did… the bed just break?” Was all you could stammer out as he was still balls deep inside you as if nothing happened.

“Tch. Never mind that,” Toji dismisses your comment, going back to his unrelenting pace. His voice is so low and raspy as he speaks, and he slides his tongue slightly near the scar near his mouth before he returns his attention back towards you, “Focusing on the wrong things. Should be more worried on how you’re about to cum on me again like a dirty little girl. Give it to me, Y/N.”

Once you cum again — Toji ends up cumming with you as well, but to your surprise, he pulls out, shooting a stringy load of velvety ropes on your tummy while lowly groaning. He’s breathing heavy a bit once he stares down at you with low lidded green eyes, gently rubbing his swollen red tip against your pussy before grunting once more and starts helping you clean yourself up.

You laid against Toji’s soft warm chest, and he had an arm wrapped around your waist once he still hears you panting a bit from recently orgasming.

“I’m taking this a sign that we’re getting back together, y’know,” Toji bluntly says, and he’s absentmindedly stroking your hair as he stares up at his ceiling fan. “Finally took you long enough. I missed my pussy.”

You try to catch your breath as your ear pressed up against his chest before rolling your eyes. “Whatever, Toji…” and then you gently raise your head against him to look up at him and he’s already staring at you. “Sorry— for making you break your bed.”

Toji shrugs. “It’s fine, princess. You’ll buy me a new one,” and you glare at him — making him lowly chuckle. Then he pauses for a while, as if he was thinking of what to say before staring up into space again. “Sorry for forgetting to give you this diamond ring I had. Was supposed to be a little surprise, but I guess I lost track of time. Oops.”

“What ring?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“What?”

Kitsune Nagito is now one of my new favorite things

the devil's tango

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: smut, breeding, eating out

Summary: Kitsune Komaeda fucks you on the temple floor.

They tell you, don't visit the forest while it's dark out.

You? You don't care.

Or... you don't care enough to listen.

It's the quickest way home, and the moon is completely out. It won't be that dangerous. 

The shrine looks heavenly at night, the moon cascading a halo of white on the torii, causing it to look lighter than normal. The wind tickles your skin, causing you to pause and look up. It's a full moon.

Ghosts come out on full moons or something.

A black cat rubs itself on your calf, and you stare down at it.

You pick up your pace and tread through the temple quicker.

The leaves snap under your shoes, and the wind blows a little harder. Arms of green, brown, and red seem to loom over you, grasping you, reaching for you, trying to pry you to them and never see the morning again. The leaves under your feet turn black with the mud leftover from rain, staining the path dark with muck. As if you weren't borderline running already, you run faster.

The temperature was dropping rapidly.

You can't risk it tonight. Not when tomorrow there's another day; Not when your family's at home waiting for you to bring them something. Not when there's some creepy connotation about muddy stones and windy weather. Lost in your own thoughts, you fail to hear the second pair of footsteps behind you. By the time you do, it's a little late.

"Ah, a human? At the shrine? On a day like this?" The voice is breathy; scratchy, almost.

You whip your head around, horrified at a voice.

It's a fox... wait, no, that's not a fox. That's a Kitsune. A human... kitsune? Wait, this could be a furry. Is he a furry? You don't care actually. He's hot.

The male is pale, and he stares at you, curious as to why you were still out at this hour.

"Do you not know that the full moon brings out demons?"

Upon first notice, his hair is white, the tips blushed red. His ears are the same, white fading into red, and you take note of the seven tails coming out of him. He's in a white kimono, and he almost looks like a female had it not been for his voice. He's pretty. Like really pretty. In fact, he's so pretty that the only thing you can think about is how pretty he is. How is this random fox-looking guy in a shrine so gorgeous? What the hell? How dare he? Ah, was he a Kitsune?

"I haven't gone weary from exhaustion, have I?" You squint at the male.

"No," He smiles. "You haven't."

"Right," you smile. "I'm trying to get home through the temple. There's a shortcut here."

"I see," The male's ears perk at the information. "Shall I walk you home? It's dangerous for someone as pretty as you to be alone."

"How do I know you're not the same as them?" You raise a brow and keep walking.

"Well," He follows you. "If you didn't let trash like me help, you'd end up devoured."

"By the demons?"

"By the demons," He walks next to you, and you take a look at him again. He's fucking gorgeous.

He stares back at you, unsure about what to feel. "I'm so sorry... having to have someone as awful as me lead you to the exit... how horrible that must be..."

"Huh? Trash?" You raise a brow at the male. "You?"

"Yes... there are so many better kitsunes to help..."

It's strange. You had thought Kitsunes were confident people. Well, it's not like it matters. You glance at him, blinking in curiosity. You wonder why he lacks so much confidence in himself. He's among the prettier Kitsunes met by people, yet at some point, you wonder why he's like this. You think he's cute.

"Um... if it helps, I'm glad you're the one helping me," You smile at him shyly.

He stares at you, eyes wide in fascination. "Ah... wow... thank you! You know, it's incredible that someone as plain as you could even thank me, but thank you! You seem like a nice darling. What are you doing out here again? What if someone jumps you?"

You scratch your cheek. "That won't happen."

"And you're so sure because?" Komaeda glances at the forest.

"The village is kind," you smile. "Thank you for escorting me, kitsune."

Komaeda smiles at you. "I do hope I get to see you again some day."

"We'll see," you rush back into your estate, calling for your family. You brought them dinner.

The village snakes catch wind of you out with a man at night. How scandalous! How vile. Whoring around before you even got married or engaged? Who did you think you were? How disgusting. A demon especially? You weren't walking around with any other man; you were walking around with the devil! The village spreads the news quickly, and even your parents start to shun you. Ah. How cruel.

You stay home, shunned by everyone alike. You wonder what you did. Maybe you shouldn't have asked for the fox's help. Was it your fault for that? You wonder yourself. Well, it's not like you'd ever have the chance to find out. Your parents would probably wed you off to a nearby village since you were caught escorted by a demon.

The news trickles in slowly at first.

There's been a murder in the village.

You aren't part of it, so you sit back in your room and have dinner alone.

Then, a second.

A third.

A fourth.

It's a serial murder case.

The village curses and yells at each other, screaming about how someone of their own blood could betray them. The hostility that swirls around each villager's family at the sight of another is enough to make your stomach lurch with disgust. You suppose it was sooner or later that the village would create its downfall. You just hope you don't end up in the house if anyone tries to burn you alive.

You wonder what's going on when the entire village goes silent after a meeting.

"They're telling us to quarantine," Your older sister tells you, sliding you your lunch. "So that the murderer can't get to us."

"Mm," You mumble weakly. "Will I be let out in our yard?"

"Kaa-san and tou-san said no," She sighs. "Eat well."

"Thank you."

The murderer can enter houses apparently. First, the local farmer's house dies in a massacre. The village screams and cries when the food supply is cut off. Then, the local woodsman dies. You stopped caring after the sixth family died. The village is terrified for their life. There's something about how they're convinced it's your fault or something. You've been locked in your room, but the spirits are looking to devour you or such. You think it's hysterical, but to the paranoid villagers, it isn't so much so.

Then, the local priest receives an oracle from the heavens... or something like that. You're not sure. You're being dragged and pulled around to bathe and get ready for something. No one's telling you anything. You sit there in silence as they dress you, the clothes feeling heavy after months of wearing rags.

"Am I being sacrificed?" You stare at your mother, and she turns to the side. "I'll take that as a yes."

Your sister places her necklace on you, and you stare at yourself in the mirror. You're not sure how to feel anymore. You suppose that the detachment of living alone and having meals sent to you has detached you from your family. Would you be saved? You wonder how that spirit was doing. Perhaps you'd get saved. What pointless thoughts.

The villagers parade you down the road in your wedding kimono. You don't look at anyone, but stare at the woods instead. You wonder if you could make a run for it. Probably not. You haven't left your room in months. It'd be impossible to outrun people who were working in the fields every day.

The stop is the same temple you passed that night.

You stare at the red of the torii, and you stand in the center of the temple. The village throws flowers around the space, and you sit down on the floor. 

Day turns to night, and the sun sets to rest. The village leaves at sunset.

The moon rises to start its night.

It's cold in the temple. 

It's another full moon again.

You wonder if the demons will really eat you this time.

You hear leaves rustle behind you, and you stare at the animal. It's a fox.

"Hey," You susurrate at the fox. The animal steps over and rubs against you. You hum gently, petting it.

"It's just the two of us, huh?" You rub its fur, the fox chirping happily. "I wonder what I did wrong."

"Nothing, really," The fox on your lap glows, and the weight changes. You lean back, shielding your eyes, and you stare at the male leaning forward. "Humans are selfish creatures just as we are vengeful ones."

You blink at the male. "You're... the kitsune I met that day."

"Yep," He grins. "Oh, for your information, the oracle wasn't wrong. I just need... some way to remove the curse from you and then you'll be fine. Really only spirits and demons can do that."

You blink at him. "I'm cursed?"

"You know the black cat on the first day?" Komaeda's tail tickles your wrist.

"Mm?"

"Demon," He rubs himself against you. "I really only wanted to escort you back but... you're really pretty."

Komaeda rests his ear on your chest, and he purrs. You lift a hand to pet his hair, and he hums happily.

"And how do I get rid of the curse?"

"Ah..." Komaeda's cheeks burn red. "Um... blessings."

"Huh?"

Komaeda blinks innocently at you, hand trailing up your thigh. His fingers dance up to your stomach, and he presses gently. You blink at him curiously, and he lowers his mouth to your shoulder. Sliding the fabric off gently, he whispers again. "Blessings." And he bites on your shoulder.

You yelp, squirming from the way his canines dug into your skin.

"I'm sorry," He mumbles against your skin. "You have to have a spirit as awful as me break your curse but... I just can't help but..."

"H-huh?" You feel your back pressed to the temple floor. And Komaeda cages you in with his arms.

"F-forgive me for... violating you like this," Komaeda whimpers, sliding his hand up your chest. Pulling at the fabric roughly, the wedding kimono is ripped, not without a weak apology from the kitsune. You're not even sure what his name is, but as he presses his lips to yours, your mind spaces out. Your lips part for his tongue almost naturally, and he kisses you feverishly. He grips your shoulders, licking at you.

Your eyes glaze over, and Komaeda's lips trickle down your face to your chest. 

"N-name," You gasp as he pinches your nipple. 

"Hm?" He peeks at you, eyes wide with interest.

"Y-your name," You whimper as a tail tickles you.

"Nagito," He blows on your ear. "Hm? Darling?"

Your lips part as he moves back to your chest, twisting and sucking at your nipples. The skin turns red from his pinching, and he bites curiously at the nubs. You make such pretty noises when he does. He peeks down at you curiously, taking in the sounds that slip past your lips. He's lost count of how many sacrifices he's taken and killed on the spot, yet you make him want to keep you alive. Maybe he'd actually take a sacrifice back home for once. It wouldn't hurt.

He presses a hand to your stomach, and the other pries your legs open. 

"To think they went so far this time..." He mumbles, sliding a finger into you. He stares at the liquid that trickles out, and he smiles cheekily. They seem to get better every time.

You shift from the new feeling, and Komaeda blinks as he moves his finger. Wow. You're really wet.

He slides a second finger in and hums in amusement as you try to move your legs. There's a thin sheen of sweat on your body, and Komaeda lowers his mouth to his fingers, curious about how you'll taste. 

"N-NO!" You yelp, trying to push his head away. "Th-that's dirty!"

Komaeda ignores you taking out his finger to hold your wrists to your stomach. He lowers his mouth and licks. You squeak and try to kick him away, but he just presses his tongue into you instead. Your thighs tighten around his head, and he looks up at you, half curious to see what you looked like.

You look heavenly. 

Komaeda stares at your lips parted and head thrown back. His ears flutter amusedly, and he starts sucking. He uses his free hand to keep your legs apart, and he hums. The vibrations shoot up your core, and you gasp. You struggle against his hold, and Komaeda continues eating you out. Ah, you taste so much better than the previous sacrifices. He's almost glad he got you caught on purpose. Well, not that he would tell you.

You struggle against his grip even harder, and he feels you tighten around his tongue. He moves his hand from your thigh to help his tongue, and you strain against him, whimpering and crying. It feels weird. You feel weird. Komaeda ignores your whines, and he speeds up instead. Your kicking eventually turns to thrashing, and with a final thrust of his fingers, you come undone on his face. 

Your cum soaks him, and his ears flick to get the fluid off while he licks to clean you up a little. He tests you out with his fingers, and he grimaces. You're not stretched well enough. Before you can register what's going on, Komaeda's eating you out again. This time, he cares not for your comfort, but he's trying to get you as wet as possible. You cry and shake, pawing at his head to try and get him off of you because you're sensitive from the last orgasm, but he pays your ministrations no mind. 

Your second orgasm hits harder than the first. Your legs tighten around his head, and you cry from how hard it hits you. Your cum squirts all over his face. The bottom of his ears are drenched, and he gets back to licking you clean. He's a little gentler this time, making sure you're somewhat clean.

He finally detaches himself from you, and he stares at the strand of fluid that connects his lips to you.

"Ready for the actual curse-breaking now?" He smiles cheekily, almost mockingly.

"H-huh?"

"That was to make sure," Komaeda licks his lips, pulling you to his chest, finally letting you sit up. "That you'd be able to fit..." He tugs the bottom of his kimono apart. "This." Your eyes widen at his cock.

"That won't fit," You whine as he lifts you gently and hushes you.

"It will if you stop squirming," He bites on your shoulder and spreads your hole, slamming you down. You choke on a broken moan, still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and Komaeda licks the wound on your shoulder. "See?"

Your nails dig into his shoulders, and Komaeda purrs in your ear. Your mind is somewhere else as you sit in his lap. Komaeda laps at your neck while he waits for you to adjust. You hear him ramble about how pretty you are between the licks, and you sigh in exhaustion. The tears on your cheeks are dry at this point. Komaeda's ears twitch at the sigh, and he presses a kiss under your eyes.

"Can I move?"

"Is this really going to break the curse?" You exhale sharply as he thrusts into you. You yelp.

"It's never not worked," He hums. "Humans are cruel, you know?"

You whimper as he bounces you on his lap.

"When I heard the priest," He presses a kiss to your lips. He tastes like you. "I thought your family would surely resist. They didn't, and they sent you here instead. Now you're my bride."

Your grip on his shoulders loosens a little, and Komaeda hums gently, pressing a hand to your stomach.

"See? I can feel myself thrusting into you," He hums. "I'm so glad trash like me received someone as angelic as you for my bride. You're going to look lovely living with me." He babbles, and you pant as he continues bouncing you. You can feel another orgasm coming. Clawing at his chest gently, Komaeda presses a kiss to your neck. 

"Cum for me, angel," He slams you down harshly, and you arch. Your lips part, and Komaeda stares at you come undone on him. His pupils dilate, and he stares at the cum seep out of you. Ah. He had cum as well. A ring of white forms at the base of his cock, and he glances at your tired form. He wants more.

Without warning, Komaeda pushes you back onto the ground. Your eyes widen, and you yelp, but Komaeda makes no motion to stop. You feel him grow hard in you again, and he thrusts back into you. The tile scratches against your back, creating marks over you, and you cry as Komaeda bites down on the nape of your neck. You hear something briefly about how that way the others would know you're his, but you're too fucked out to pay attention.

Komaeda breeds you like he has no tomorrow. His thrusts are sharp, bumping your cervix, desperate to make sure that you're full, filled, guaranteed to have his pretty little pups. The idea of you all pretty and round with his kits, his kits. Komaeda hikes your leg further up his shoulder, pressing your knees to your chest to make sure his cum stays. He's never been one to hope for good luck but fuck; the things he would do to see you running around with you two's kits had him weak.

"N-Nagi," You gasp, whimpering at how rough he was. "'s too much."

"You can take it." He hisses, nestling his cock deeper into you. "You've lasted until now; you can take another one."

You sob as Komaeda peppers kisses over your face and chest. His claws dig into your waist, forcing you impossibly closer to him. The tears streaming down your face are replaced with a set of new ones, and Komaeda whispers sweet nothings into your ear. You got this. You're his good girl, aren't you? His sweet little angel? His pretty little thing.

His tail fans around you, and all you can see is the white of his tail and the pink at the tips. He's really pretty. His tails are really pretty. You brush your finger against it gently, and Komaeda moans. Ah. He sounds really pretty. You whimper as he thrusts into you particularly sharply. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten, and you cum again. His kimono is wet beyond repair by now.

He hisses as he fills you up again. The white fills you up, painting your walls and forming a new ring at the base of his cock. Komaeda licks his lips at the white and nibbles on your earlobe. You heave, breathing heavily, and he licks up your cheek to taste your tears.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders with what little strength you have, and he lets your leg down from his shoulder. For a moment, you think he's going to let you breathe. He doesn't. Instead, he sits up, forcing you up with him, keeping you plugged. "Last one, I promise."

You don't even have the strength to argue against him now.

His thrusts start slow, his cum trickling out of you, making a mess of the temple floor. You let out a broken moan, and he takes it as a sign to continue.

"I'll fill you up again, I promise," Komaeda pants. "I'll make sure that you're bred and full by the end of tonight. Ah, I can't wait to see what kind of hope the two of us create. I'd be thrilled if they took after you. They'd look so pretty if they looked like you."

You tighten your arms around his neck, and he wraps his arms around your back instinctively. He lifts you from the ground as he continues thrusting. The fur on his tail wraps you protectively, and it's soft. "hah..., I love you so much, angel. You were so kind to me when I helped you out. You didn't complain when the village threw you out to me... You deserve the world... I'll give it to you if you ask. I'll even turn you into a spirit if you want. Anything for you... you're so... dazzling... darling... angel... hah..."

Weakly, you cum on Komaeda again, and you feel his cum fill you up again. You blink tiredly as he licks at you, and your eyes close. Softly, you hear Komaeda tell you to rest.

The morning sun kisses you awake gently, and you wake up to the soft fur of the kitsune wrapped around you. You blink awake slowly, and Komaeda grins down at you.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Where... am I?"

"My residence," Komaeda presses a kiss to your forehead before pushing back. "Ah, I'm sorry. I should've asked for permission. Trash like me really doesn't deserve to be touching someone like you so lightly-"

"No," You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. "Good morning, Nagito."

His eyes widen, and a dazzling smile makes it onto his face. Komaeda wraps his arms around your waist and presses a hand to your stomach. He looks fondly at you, and you sigh.

"I love you a lot," Komaeda hums. "Angel."

"I know," You hum back. "Thank you for saving me."

"Anything for you."

My god, this fic was almost the death of me!! my lord Sukuna was so hot in this~ Over here bout to make me act up frfr💕

your throne

a/n happy kinktober, friends! told ya i’d get this out by the end of the month hehe. saying this now that this is gonna be the absolute filthiest thing that will ever come from my fingertips, so read at your own risk

warning: dark content ahead!!

as always, minors pls dni

word count: 5.4k

content/warnings: reader is afab; reader is sukuna’s concubine; sukuna’s true form (so monsterfucking ig, getting in the true kinktober spirit, folks), a bit of fear play, gore, mentions of death (not main characters), sex slave vibes, prescribed position, oral (m receiving), d/s dynamics (dom!sukuna, sub!reader), degradation (and a lot of it), but some praise to make up for it, teasing, face slapping (hand and dick), spitting, brief female and male masturbation, deepthroating, throat fucking, exhibitionsism, choking, cock warming, ass play/fingering, cock worship

Your heart leapt to your throat at the other maiden’s sudden beckoning. Limbs shaking, you crossed what seemed like miles worth of ankle deep water, approaching the sanctuary of your king. You couldn’t help that your entire body was taut as a coiled spring, jumping at every sound that reached your ears.

As you neared Sukuna’s lair, your body automatically assumed its learned mechanisms.

Small, even steps.

Hands clasped neatly at your navel.

Back straight as a rod.

And most importantly, head down. Eyes down. Never look up.

It was what Master Sukuna hated the most.

Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you trudged onward. Deep breaths flourished in your lungs as a last resort effort to still your trembling, to ground your restless thoughts, to calm your racing heart. But no amount of self-soothing ever prepared you for Sukuna’s voice rumbling through your chest cavity, shaking you to your core with the deep and threatening tone.

“You’re late.” There wasn’t an ounce of mercy in his tone, nothing to indicate that he would ever go easy on you. You cursed yourself for even the puniest thought that something kind would fall from the lips of the most evil demon ever to walk the Earth. There wasn’t any excuse you could make to assuage his disappointment.

“I apologize, Master Sukuna,” came your small voice. “I’ll do better next time.”

“I doubt it. Come make up for your insolence.” He always easily got to the point, attempting to cover up his desire to be in you with the fact that you hadn’t sprinted to his side the second your friend summoned you to meet him.

“Yes, Master.” You obeyed without hesitating, trying your hardest to appear graceful as you ascended the mountain of bones. Sickening cracks sounded from under your thin soles, threatening to pull a whimper from your lips. Feebly, resolve morphed together within you, barely solid, with no foundation whatsoever.

You could feel his deep red eyes bore into you, seeing through your very soul as you made your meek approach to his feet. It was a difficult task, attempting to climb up an uneven hill with bones jutting out at every which way, but more so with the advantage of eyesight taken away; you didn’t want to risk looking up to plot your next move and Sukuna taking it as disobedience.

You had seen what he did to the other concubines who showed any semblance of defiance. It burned in your eyes, haunted your dreams at night. Their blood spilled out onto the floor, eyes’ light fading in just a moment.

And he would laugh.

He would fucking laugh.

He was the thing, the creature, that you hated the most out of anything that ever existed. He was pure sadism, maliciousness, sin; the Devil incarnate.

Yet, he took an uncharacteristic liking to you.

As much as you hated him with everything in your being, you used it to aid in your survival. You were going to get out of here eventually, even if it killed you. Even if it meant playing into the hands of the ravenous beast.

Your footing finally found itself on the precipice of the mountain of skulls. Taking a calm breath, you paused for Sukuna to address you. Your shoes were soaking wet, squelching uncomfortably with the liquid from the bog below. Hands only trembling slightly, you waited for his command.

“Looking at you makes me sick,” was how he chose to address you. Despite your demure appearance, you burned with hatred. Inconspicuously, you clenched your hands, airing out some of the tension building up within you. No reply lilted from your lips, not wanting to throw Sukuna into a fit of rage that would result in your head joining the skulls making up the mountain.

“On your knees,” he commanded, eliciting an immediate response from your body. It was an automatic reaction; before the last syllable even left his lips, your body was hurtling towards the ground, not giving him any excuse to tear into you. The skin of your legs threatened to tear at the shards of calcium sticking out from beneath you, but the callouses that formed from the countless times you performed in this very spot prevented that from happening.

“Make yourself useful.” You knew his code. It was peculiar, really, how he only used innuendos with you; while it may not have been all the time, no other maiden in the realm had ever received that kind of treatment. Your hips ached as you spread your knees, assuming the position that Sukuna loved the most. Arched back. Ass out. Hands grasping forearms behind your back, pulling your muscles taut.

You nestled your way in between his legs, heart pounding in your ears. No eye contact, don’t look up at him. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the armchair of his throne, but didn’t make any effort to free himself. You saw it, though, clear as day. The bulge that was forming underneath his robe. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Blinking your eyes rapidly, you got to work quickly, not wasting a moment at Sukuna’s growing impatience. Your teeth flashed as your body leaned forward, breasts hitting the edge of his seat when your legs scooted closer to his throne to more comfortably access him. A sigh escaped his lips as you used your mouth to pull his robe to the side. In quick succession, you removed the underlying layer, watching as his cock sprung up, freed from its thin barriers.

Your pussy clenched around nothing, seeing his fully erect member in all its glory. His tip was already beginning to redden at the sight of you positioned so perfectly in front of him, waiting so sweetly to take him into your mouth. You could feel a heat igniting between your legs.

“Good slut, knowing not to use her hands,” he murmured. His eyes burned a hole in your skull as your tongue swiped across your lips, wetting them to prepare for giving him what he wanted. A tiny sigh flowed from your mouth as you planted a gentle kiss to the tip of his dick. It jolted in response, flicking against your nose, smearing precum on it.

Your head tilted down, studying the veins that had already begun to bulge, spindling underneath his skin like a map. Flattening your tongue, you set a tantalizingly slow trail up his shaft. His thighs tensed, but didn’t move from their position. You wanted to smile at how your movements captivated the King of Curses, but you valued your life more than your ego.

Tongue running up to the smoothness of his tip, you puckered your lips, taking it into your mouth, but not going past the head. Gently hollowing out your cheeks, you sucked, tongue rubbing in circles over his warmth as it leaked precum into your moist mouth.

“There you go, baby.” Your eyes threatened to shoot a glance at him as the pet name swirled in the shell of your ear. He had never, ever, called anyone that. There wasn’t any indication that he had started developing any sort of feelings with you other than the obvious physicality of it. You never spoke more than two sentences to him outside of fucking him. Why was he now starting to get soft?

Clearing your head of the unwanted thoughts, you started to bob your head up and down on his shaft, relishing in the deep breaths he released. It was a known fact that he rarely moaned, probably trying to keep up the image of an untouchable, unaffected god. It was such a taboo that the other maidens obsessed over, even going so far as to keep a running count of all the times it had occurred (you held the record).

With each descent, you took him deeper and deeper into your mouth. Your gag reflex was wrecked by him long ago, so when his tip brushed against the back of your throat, you didn’t flinch. The tendons in your jaw ached at the stretch to accomodate his girth; though it’s what always wrecked you, yet resurrected you, every time.

“Ah, finally!” His voice boomed above you. You grappled with the urge to bat your eyes upward to discern what he was referring to - you hadn’t done anything differently. Voices that floated up from down the mountain satiated your nosiness, confirming that he wasn’t addressing you.

Knowing he didn’t like when his maidens got distracted, you kept on with pleasuring him. The scene was plain sinful, almost humorous, as he continued conversing with the prisoners of the domain, showing no signs that he was being sucked off beside your submissive form in front of him, head bobbing to an alluring tempo.

You couldn’t discern a certain thing that the group said from beneath the two of you, but Sukuna let out a mirthful laugh. He gently patted your head, which you nearly flinched at, but soon recovered, somewhat eased at the affection that he was giving you. It was uncharacteristically odd, but it soothed your nerves.

“Yes, yes, I know!” he croned. “My slut’s such a good girl.”

You couldn’t help but moan around his cock at the unanticipated praise. A wetness made itself known in your panties, the dampness seeping through the cloth easily. Sukuna only laughed at your sounds, easily covering the fact that it only fueled his fire, as indicated by his twitching in your mouth. His hand remained on your head, neither pushing it nor pulling your hair, just resting.

He bid goodbye to his visitors, seemingly in one of the best moods you’d seen him in… well, ever. His breath seethed out between his teeth at the sight of you devouring him like he was your last meal. His veins brushed against the inside of your mouth, tastebuds mapping out unexplored territory.

Spit began to spill from the corners of your lips, dripping down your tongue as it stroked the vein that ran along the underside of his cock. You really were a filthy sight, eyes squeezed shut, mouth sloppy as it continued to take in his member, deeper and deeper until it threatened to cut off your air supply. You coughed, suddenly, around him, causing him to buck his hips into you, balls slapping against your chin. The harsh contact had your eyes watering, struggling to regain your rhythm you’d constructed to keep his temper at bay.

But the slip up was the one mistake you couldn’t afford to make. Sukuna’s fingers quickly tangled into your hair and yanked you upwards. You sputtered, trying to catch your breath, saliva trailing off your lips, still connected to his cock. Your eyes twitched upward slightly, then flickered back down as you caught yourself from sealing your fate.

“What’s wrong, cumslut?” he cooed tauntingly, fisting his cock in his free hand. His good mood had dissipated in an instant. “Too big for you?”

“N-no, Master Sukuna,” you forced out, teeth gritting at the hair follicles threatening to be torn out of your head. As much as it hurt, it exhilarated you. A blush spread across your cheeks, warmth seeping down to your center. He noticed the change in your demeanor, how his roughness aroused you. It was a dangerous game you played with him, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Then why’d you fuck it up?” he growled. You watched as he pumped his cock faster, the sound of his precum and your saliva clicking in his palm like music to your ears. You swallowed roughly, throat bobbing. Before you could blink, he had deftly untangled his hand from your hair and slapped you once, twice, on your cheek. It wasn’t hard enough to bring tears to your eyes, but you still gasped in surprise at the sensation.

Redness stained your face as the skin heated in response to the hits. Your pussy clenched around nothing at his harshness, and shame flooded through you despite your obvious arousal. He was waiting for an answer, so you scrambled to give it to him - rejecting the bratty thought to keep him waiting so he would hit you again.

“I was surprised, I guess,” you admitted weakly. “But I’ll do better. I promise, Master.”

You let your tone take on a sweetness to honey up his rage, but it didn’t do you much good. A wicked smile voiced itself when Sukuna spoke again, releasing his dick, letting it slap against his stomach, the wetness staining the fabric.

“No, I’ll do better,” he corrected you, pulling you forward by the hair to come face to face with his cock again. He held it once again, your jaw opening automatically to take him in once more. But instead of sinking you down on it, he slapped it against your face. You winced at the contact, but relished in the way that the wetness stuck to your cheek, how the liquid cooled to soothe the red skin.

“Tongue out,” he commanded. You obeyed without question, letting the pretty pink muscle loll out of your mouth, waiting for his next move. He didn’t hesitate to spit into your mouth, the sensation foreign as you refused to budge, the liquid still on your tongue. He didn’t pause for a minute, smacking his cock against your tongue, breath coming in uneven gasps at the warmth. You knew that he pined to be inside you again, to be enveloped by your heat, your wetness.

His desire to plunge into your mouth soon won out in his sadistic game of slapping you with his cock. He released himself and tugged on your hair once again, this time pressing you onto his length. He didn’t give you time to adjust to his girth, pushing your head lower and lower until your throat constricted around him.

“Ah, fuck,” he moaned. Victoriously, you made a mental note to tell the other maidens to add a point to your score. His thighs tensed, tightening around you so that you couldn’t escape. Eyes clenching shut, you focused on your breaths to keep you calm while his dick was impossibly lodged far down your throat.

After another few moments he relented. But he gave you no semblance of control as he guided your head up and down on his shaft at his own pace. The only thing you could do was suck and dash your tongue over his veins whenever you could - and attempt to control the desire that was now achingly apparently in the drip of your cunt onto the bones underneath you.

“Eyes on me, whore,” he growled, tugging at your hair to emphasize his order. “Watch me while I fuck your throat.”

Your eyes shot up immediately, your brain screaming at the contradiction. A fleeting fear coursed through your veins, but he had commanded you to, so it eased your nerves somewhat. Your eyes met Sukuna’s, the blood red pools piercing through you. His face was contorted in pleasure, holding nothing back now that there wasn’t anyone here but you to witness him showing emotions.

His teeth flashed in a feral grin at your wide eyes studying his face. He relished in the sight of you taking him whole, throat squeezing him in all the right places. The way you forced your eyes wide open despite your entire face contorting with effort to keep your mouth ajar. He loved having you, his cumslut, at his disposal, watching him fuck your throat raw.

Your nails dug into your arms as he began thrusting into you. You fought to keep yourself upright at the speed of his hips, but your body could barely function. Mouth stretching impossibly wide, balls slapping against your chin at a superhuman speed, you were inches away from toppling down the mountain (a sight that you were not unfamiliar with).

The groans that came from Sukuna’s mouth were animalistic, feral, as he tore through you, wrecking your throat. Your moans came out in muffles, further pushing him to fuck you impossibly harder. You hated how mean he was, hated his thirst for power, for control - but even more undeniable to you, you hated how much he turned you on.

You knew he would notice when your nails removed themself from the skin of your arm. You knew he would see your hand snake back around to your front, pulling up the hem of your dress. You knew he would despise, no, adore, the sight of you dipping your fingers into your panties, slipping between your folds, eyes widening at the feeling of the wetness coating them.

His eyes followed your movements, not saying a word. However, the corners of his lips turned up into a malicious grin as he pressed you down to the base of his shaft, causing you to gag for the first time since you set your mouth to his cock. He only laughed at your struggling, watching as you began to rub your aching clit in circles, moaning and sputtering around his cock.

He tore you from his member soon after, a heavy gasp entering your lungs to catch your breath. Your hand flew from your panties, coated in your essence, conspicuously resuming its position behind your back. Sukuna chuckled at your attempt to cover up your naughtiness. You pointed your gaze downward once again, sure that he didn’t want your eyes on him anymore.

“You know you aren’t supposed to touch yourself without permission,” Sukuna grumbled, actually leaning down to peer into your face. His eyes crinkled with a fake smile as you nodded, hesitantly raising your gaze to him again. “Well, I suppose a whore’s desire can’t be helped.”

He paused for a moment, eyes searching your face for something you couldn’t quite put a finger on. Your pussy ached after the teasing you had given it, ached to be stimulated, filled, touched, anything. Maybe Master Sukuna would have mercy on you today after all.

“Taste it,” he grinned, watching the blush spread across your cheeks, watching at the shuddering rise and fall of your chest at his lewd command. However, you obeyed, your fingers traveling from behind your back to your mouth at a snail’s pace. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sweetness of your arousal on your tongue. Sukuna watched in delight as you cleaned your fingers off, tongue popping out of your lips every so often to get the hard to reach spots between your fingers.

“Are you ready for me, then?” Sukuna’s eyes lit up with a fire, his tongue poking out to lick his lips. A smile that you couldn’t help rose to your face as you nodded.

“Yes, Master.” Your tone dripped out like honey, flowing sweetly into his ears as he patted his lap. You stood up, grimacing at the tingling below your knees. Your legs and feet had fallen asleep kneeling in front of him for so long, but you didn’t want to keep him waiting. Pins and needles prickled underneath your skin as you set your knees on either side of his muscled thighs.

His hands met your hips, squeezing the flesh like he had never felt it before, nails sinking into the supple flesh. You waited for his guidance, not wanting to jump the gun and piss him off even more. You had fucked up too many times today, tested his patience one time too many. However, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip at the thought of him splitting you open, and your thighs clenched involuntarily.

Sukuna laughed at your neediness, pushing your panties to the side. He let out a low whistle at how damp they were, eyes flickering up at your flushed face. After he had clear access to you, he shoved your hips down. Your mouth opened at the feeling of his tip drag against your clit. Pussy clenching around nothing, you let out a soft moan, much to Sukuna’s approval. He pushed back his cock slightly to meet your entrance, then forced you down completely, a menacing twinkle in his eye.

You let out a shuddering moan at the sheer size of him in your tight hole. No matter times he fucked you, you never seemed to get used to his girth or length. He hadn’t even bottomed out before his tip brushed against your cervix. Your wetness seeped out of you, dripping down his shaft.

Your head was thrown back as you whimpered, feeling your walls clench and release around him feebly to assimilate to his size. He only chuckled, hands beginning to roam your body as you knelt, suspended, on him. You shuddered, your nipples hardening underneath the fabric of your dress. Sukuna eyed the peaks underneath the barrier of your clothes, tsking slightly.

“How could we miss this detail?” he wondered, hands coming to rest on the front of your dress. “Let’s get these clothes off, shall we?”

Without warning, he dug his nails into the fabric and yanked them with such a force that they tore right open, exposing your skin to the chilly air. You gasped at the sensation, at Sukuna’s mouth latching onto one of your breasts, as you both attempted to declothe your body. You shouldering off the garments as best you could, him tearing them off like an animal.

At this new access to your body, his fingers skimmed lightly at first, mapping your skin like he had never explored it before. The gentleness soon turned rough as he angled his nails to scratch at the sensitive surface. He tongued and sucked on your nipple, growling with delight at the way that you pressed your chest into him, moaning softly.

You tried your best to remain upright, with your hands settled neatly against your back in their prescribed position, but you just couldn’t keep your balance no matter how hard you tried. Sukuna, with just a little ounce of kindness left, grabbed your hands and guided them to his shoulders, allowing you to use them for a firm foundation.

When that was said and done, his hands roamed to cup the plush softness of your ass, squeezing generously. You felt yourself begin to stretch more, so you sunk down further on his cock, gasping as your clit met the base of his shaft.

“Well, look at that, slut,” Sukuna muttered against your nipple, taking it in his teeth and tugging it to draw a gasp from your lips. “Your needy pussy took my whole cock, huh?”

“Mmhm,” was all you managed to get out before he landed a resounding slap on your ass. Your pussy clenched needily at the contact, needing stimulation, needing a thrust, anything. But Sukuna’s fat cock only nestled into your velvet walls, not moving an inch. Another spank, another clench.

The skin began to warm as Sukuna continually hit you, spitting and muttering curses at the way you squeezed him so deliciously. It was getting difficult to tolerate the collision of his hand against your heated skin, against the growing sensitivity that the repeated hits were causing. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, leaving crescent moons indented on the surface.

“Love it when your needy pussy clenches,” he cooed. The smile was evident in his voice as you tilted your head down to see him watching your reactions to each movement he executed. He released your nipple before unleashing the same treatment on the next. “Let’s see what you do when I rub that destitute clit of yours, hm?”

You could only nod as one of his hands left your ass to snake around to where you needed him most. You watched as he set a tantalizingly slow stroke from his cock up to your hood of nerves, causing you to clench harder than you had before.

“Fuck!” he moaned. Another count for your tally. A smirk appeared then quickly dissipated at Sukuna’s invigorated movement against your clit. He didn’t hesitate to go to town on your sensitive bud, needing more of you clenching, needing more of your juices to drip down his cock like a melting popsicle.

Your hands flew to his hair, throwing caution to the wind as you grasped for something to steady yourself at the force in which he was pleasuring you. Moans spilled from your lips as you still kept one sense of self control - not grinding your sopping cunt on his cock.

“So needy,” he murmured against your chest, “so greedy. What a perfect slut.”

“I’m your slut,” you mewled, stroking his ego as he laughed lowly. Your hips jerked forward, pressing your clit against the rough pads of his fingertips. You pranced right into his fantasy, right into his god complex, right into his power trip. And you didn’t mind it one bit. The growing knot in your stomach was telling enough of that.

“Come now,” he grinned, eyes narrowing. “Let’s show everyone that you’re my slut, my favorite cock ornament. And I’ll show you what you do to me.” You blinked in confusion, a haze beginning to settle in your head. Without waiting for you to respond, his hands were dipping under your legs, lifting you easily to turn your body outwards to face the darkness of his domain. He dropped you back down, your clit colliding with his balls.

You let out a cry at the stretch once more, but it soon dissipated into a soft moan at his arm wrapping around you to toy with your clit once again. A strange sensation was suddenly on your back as Sukuna shifted slightly in his seat, his breath coming in low rasps. You craned your head, your eyes widening at the sound of bones cracking. An extra pair of arms spouted from underneath his original pair. But what was the most terrifying was how his face shifted to reveal his true form.

Your heart pounded against your chest, ice running through your veins at the sight of the monster behind you, the monster in you. His four eyes burned holes in your body as he flashed his teeth in a feral grin, knocking his hips up into you. All fear fell away at his thrusts as he continued. Your body threatened to go limp as you clutched the armrests for support.

“You’re my favorite cockslut. That’s why I’ve kept you around so long. Can’t go without this tight pussy of yours.”

His ministrations were accompanied by his arms roaming everywhere on your body - one for your clit, another for your breasts. The third stroked and squeezed your throat before traveling north, shoving two fingers in your mouth. And finally, the last, after gathering up the mix of juices flowing like a river from your cunt, rimmed your asshole.

You clenched your eyes shut, cries muffled by the fingers invading your mouth. His thrusts were becoming more and more rough, balls slapping against your clit. His finger dipped into your tight asshole on occasion, eliciting high-pitched mewls at the fullness.

Warmth spread throughout your whole body at the scene you were making. It was overwhelming, the feeling of him everywhere. Every part of him invaded every part of your senses, filling your holes and the animalistic licks and nips he unleashed on your back. Your ass still stung with his spanking. Your mouth ached at his fingers stretching it. It was the more pleasurable pain you’d ever experienced.

He was everything. He was your everything, your master, your king, your judge, jury, and executioner; and he was most certainly going to give you a sentence that you agreed with.

“Tell me how much you love my cock, whore,” he growled, removing his fingers from your mouth and yanking your hair back. You only moaned at his roughness, sending another gush of juice down his shaft, much to his pleasure, as he shuddered.

“I - ah!” you hissed as he bucked his hips up into you, cock beginning to twitch. You were both drawing close, both aching to cum, both needing to feel each other contracting and twinging, drawing out the most mind blowing orgasm you had ever had.

“Go ahead,” he egged you on, slapping your clit, drawing a cry from your lips, but also granting you a bit of reprieve to speak. “Venerate my cock, slut. Tell everyone how much you love me splitting you open. Worship me.”

You lowered your gaze to see that a few of the other maidens had slunk out of the shadows to watch the scene that unfolded. The faces blurred together at the tears that formed in your eyes, not hesitating to spill down your cheeks.

“I love your cock, Master!” you grunted, beginning to bounce up and down for more traction. “I love how you fuck me, Master Sukuna. It’s so big, and pretty, a-and…”

Your eyes clenched shut, cheeks burning with shame at the thought of the other maidens seeing you like this. Sukuna didn’t care, however. In fact, he sped up the speed of his thrusts, of his rubbing your clit, and added a finger in your ass, stretching you impossibly. A fresh round of tears poured down your face at the sensation.

“And?” he demanded, pinching your nipple meanly. You gasped, arching your back against him, chest heaving to capture any breath that would ground you from flying away into space. Your limbs began to shake, a surefire way to tell that you were close. Your mind was foggy as you forced words together, forced the neurons to force the muscles to force the words out of your mouth.

“It-it’s like a throne, Master Sukuna,” you squealed, walls clenching unbelievably tighter around his thick cock. He let out a moan at your tight pussy. You had lost count by that time, but seeing as there were maidens watching, they would be able to keep track of your number.

“Thrones are made for royalty, not whores,” he spat in your ear, emphasizing each word with a hip shattering thrust. You threw your head back, losing control as you ground your hips in circles on his cock. He painfully pounded into your cervix, ignoring your cries.

“Y-yes, Master,” you sputtered, black spots swimming in your vision. “Can I cum, Master?”

“Asking so politely, knowing her place,” he laughed. “Yes, whore. Cum for me. Cum with your king.”

Your eyes crossed as the dizzying feeling washed over you, the relief at the coil finally unraveling in your belly. Your pace you had set quickly became undone as you were lost in the throes of fantasmic orgasm. Your cries echoed in his domain like a cathedral, soaring high above your heavenly bodies, consequently barrelling down like hail. Tears shone on your cheeks, pearly prayers of thanksgiving to your generous god.

His cum shot into you in thick ropes, coating your insides as you clenched impossibly tighter, milking him dry with each thrust. Your legs shook, turning into putty as he had to release your hair and remove his finger from your ass to hold you up and move your body to a rhythm that he set.

Breathing coming in gasps, you gripped the armrests until your knuckles whitened. Sweat coated your skin, sticking your hair to your forehead. Every inch of your body was buzzing, bursting with pleasure as the orgasm continued to crash into you.

Sukuna’s thrusts began to get sloppier as his cum spilled out of your sopping cunt. Your breathing came easier as your high began to ebb away, the occasional shudder seizing you as your body started to relax again.

You heard the bones cracking once again, a mysterious black fog enveloping the air around you as you assumed that Sukuna was transforming back into his usual, more tamed, form. You couldn’t help that a sigh of relief escaped your lips - you didn’t want to face the monster again. You preferred the handsome menace.

He planted an uncharacteristically gentle kiss on your shoulder, stilling his hips. You took it as a cue to move, but his hands flew to your hips, holding you in place. His lips met your ear, breath ghosting against the shell of skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re my fuckdoll, slut,” he whispered. “My sextoy, only for my use. Got it?”

You nodded, biting your lip. Your essence leaked down over his shaft, mixed with his pearly white cum. You gave up your hatred in the haze that your orgasm set over you. You loved being his toy. You love when he used you.

“You know you’re never leaving this place.” He squeezed the flesh of your hips, causing your body to jerk against his firm chest. “But, that’s okay. Because you’re my favorite.”

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I’m gonna be on the outlook for this one, I’m ready for it💕

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑨𝒈𝒆

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑴𝒐𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑰𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝑰𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒐. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝑨 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅.

𝑨/𝑵: 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.

𝑾𝑪: 1.6𝑲

𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒆✯ (𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛).

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

It all started with a simple iced caramel macchiato. A drink he had specially made for you himself the moment he took over the cafe that his father owned that was located in the private housing estate that his father also owned. 

Maybe it was just a simple crush on his side, he thought that over time it would have faded away, but it never did. It just kept growing, and growing until finally he just couldn’t take it anymore. 

He thought maybe something just had to be wrong with him. How can he, a twenty-one year old third year university student have a crush on a woman who was six years older than him. Not only were you older, but you were married and on top of that you also had a newborn child. 

It was wrong for him to be so infatuated with a married woman, but there was just something about you. Something that he just had to take for himself. He sighed heavily as he watched as you sat next to the window inside the cafe, your hand against your cheek while the other arm held your baby close to your chest. He watched as you tilt your head down a bit to gaze at your son, a beautiful smile curving only those lips as you did so. 

The first true smile, a smile he’d never seen before. He wondered if he would be able to make you smile like that for him. An adoring smile grew on his lips as well, but it faded as soon as it came the moment he saw your lips turn into a frown. 

He too frowned when he saw him, that man you called your husband Mr. Haru Hiroshima walked up to you and placed a kiss upon your cheek. He chuckled when he saw you used the back of your arm to wipe the kiss away from your cheek as you stared up at him. 

He hated seeing you like this, that beautiful smile now fading into an angry pout. Though you're just as beautiful with an angry pout, a smile suited you the best. He could tell how uncomfortable you felt being in the own presence of the man you married. The slight twitch on your lips and the jittering in your leg gave it away. 

He noticed the way you rolled your eyes when your husband paid you a compliment, shrugged his hand from your shoulder as he tried to rub your shoulder with those HANDS.

Your eyes twitched and burned with hatred, he could tell from where he stood behind the counter with an apron wrapped around his waist, that you hated your husband. If he didn’t know who you were or who your husband was then he would have wanted to know the reason why you stared up at your husband with such disdainful eyes. But oh he knew, he knew the reason why you hated the man you had a baby with, he knew the reason why you hated the man you married. 

The many late nights spent inside his car parked outside the cafe, never went unnoticed by the youngster. Oh he knew the many nights your husband would sit inside this very cafe with another woman perched against him, laughing at the ridiculous joke, playing with the ends of their hair while they batted their overly dramatic eyelashes at him, before leaving to fuck in that car that was parked outside the cafe. 

And the next day, you’ll be here in that spot that you’re currently seated in, wiping the tears from your eyes as you sipped on an iced caramel macchiato that he’d make for you. Yes, Gojo Satoru had to bear witness of your husband's infidelities and watched as you cried your eyes out the next morning. 

At this point he was more than infatuated with you, but let’s not deviate into the past just yet, you know to that time when he first laid eyes on you all those months ago when you were still pregnant with the baby that you’re holding in your arms now. How beautiful you looked with your tummy all round and swollen. The thoughts he had in his young mind were sinful. He was ashamed of himself to think of you in such an inappropriate way when he saw that baby bump. 

Anyways, he bit his lips resting his hand against the counter while exchanging words with his best friend as he continued to watch on. He chuckled a bit when he saw you jerked your head away and rolled your eyes when your husband tried to brush his thumb against those round cheeks.

“That woman is way out of your league Satoru,” Geto said as he observed his best friend’s eyes as Gojo continued to stare at you.

“What do you mean out of my league? If you’re talking about wealth class, then she’s definitely up there and if you’re talking about beauty, I personally think that we make a perfect match,” Gojo responded as he turned his back towards Geto to attend to the Macchiato that he was suppose to make you a long time ago. 

“Well for starters, she’s way older than you,” Geto said, pointing out something that was already obvious to him. Of course Gojo knew that you’re twenty-seven years old.

“Yeah and so what if she’s six years older than me. I mean she’s still young compared to that old man she calls husband. He’s, what 48 or 50?” Gojo responded with a roll of his eyes.

“Please, put that aside. How can ever compete with Mr. Hiroshima?” Geto asked. 

Gojo scoffed, “I’m much better than that old hag. Just look at me, I’m young, hot, handsome, smart and I got a big dick.” Geto shook his head in disbelief. Gojo really didn’t just say that. “I can take his wife and treat her much better than he can. I’m Gojo fucking Satoru and who is he? A fucking joke that is.” 

“Unbelievable,” Geto said, sighing in disbelief as he watched as Gojo added extra pumps of caramel in your drink along with crushed chocolate bits. 

Gojo rolled his eyes before taking off his apron, placed your macchiato on a platter and slowly made his way towards you. 

“You need to act like a proper wife, you just threw yourself away the moment you got pregnant,” your husband whispered bitterly at you. “Look at you, you haven’t even made the effort to wear a bit of makeup or even lose that fucking weight. You’re not getting any younger.”

“And you are? You know what? Fuck you,” you whispered back at him as you tried to hold back the tears that were treating to spill. “Don’t you have somewhere to be.” 

“Don’t talk to me this way, remember who took you in when you had nothing. Don’t be ungrateful and be thankful that I haven’t divorced you as yet,” your husband yet to you. 

You so badly wanted to take the ring from your finger and tossed it in his face and yelled, “FUCK YOU AND THIS FUCKING MARRIAGE.”

But if you did, then you knew that you’d have nowhere to go. You’d have no funds to take care of yourself and your baby. You’ll be useless without him. So like a good little wife, you sat there while staring at him, hatred for him running through your veins, even though a bit of love still pumped through them. 

“I’ll be gone for the month. Don’t expect me to call you or anything. If it’s not an emergency then you don’t need to call or text me. I’ll be tracking your spending too. Don’t fucking waste my money.” You said nothing. Gojo on the other hand gritted his teeth, trying his hardest to compose himself as he continued to listen on to your husband. 

“I’ll be leaving now,” and with that said, Mr Hiroshima got up kissed your cheek, made an attempt to kiss your lips, but inside was met with the side of your cheek yet again then left without even acknowledging the baby. Gojo watched as the tear that was threatening to spill rolled down your cheek, before you quickly wiped it away and smiled down at your baby.

He knew you didn't deserve this, he knew you deserve a man that is willing to treat you better, to show you how much you're worth. He knew that he could treat you way better than your husband. You just had to present him with that opportunity.

"Hello Mrs. Hiroshima," he greeted you with a smile as he placed the macchiato before you and offered you a smile.

"Hello young Gojo," you said as you forced a smile on your lips.

"I made your usual and don't worry this one is on the house," he said to you.

"That's very kind of you Gojo, thank you," you said as you took a sip from your macchiato and smiled. "It's very delicious. The drinks are becoming more delicious now that you’ve taken over the place."

“What can I say, I guess I have a thing for sweet drinks,” he responded and you giggled and offered up a genuine smile and smiled back.

He stared at you for a while, and as he watched on, all he could think about was how perfect you’d be for him. And the next thing he knew before he could he stop himself, he spoke, "You know Mrs. Hiroshima, your husband doesn't deserve you. I see how he treats you Mrs. Hiroshima and you don't deserve that."

You gasped as you stared up at him, to see that he was already looking at you, "You deserve someone that is going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated Mrs. Hiroshima. Wouldn’t you want that?" And without waiting for you to respond, he left and went to sit beside his friend. Yeah something was wrong with him. He wanted you, a married twenty seven year old woman with a newborn baby.

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