Eat all the Cookies!

cw/ themes: horror, ghostface, gore, stalking, obsession, yandere, smut, dub-con, degrädation, praise, knïfeplay, bōndage, threesōme (kinda), handjob, established relationship, p in v, unprotected séx, fear play, slapping, choking wc: ~4.9k

Normally, you would’ve waited till Halloween to propose such a wicked idea to your 4-year-long boyfriend, Sukuna, who was a big proponent of devoting special days for…special freaktivities. Sure, you both weren’t exactly vanilla in bed. Still, it was more of devoted, romantic love-making that very rarely needed any extraordinary kinks to get you both there (unless we’re counting choking, spanking, and scratching).

The most recent ‘adventurous’ thing you’d both done was have sex in public; but technically, it was in the middle of a deserted snowy winter day, at the public restroom near your holiday ski lodge. So imagine Sukuna’s surprise when, on a random July evening, you made his jaw drop with a bizarre request.

“Kuna?” You asked, slouching into the couch next to him, one of your legs resting in his lap as he massaged your foot.

“Mmm?” He replied, watching the Scream movie, unfazed by the red splatters. You’d watched it together about 10 times now, so you weren’t really surprised by his stoic expressions.

“You know what my favourite movie genre is, right?” You asked, inching closer to him so that you could study his face closely in the dim glow of the TV screen.

“Horror.” He answered plainly, his hands stopping the massage. “Are you going to do the how-well-do-you-know-me Q&A again, brat?” he asked, clearly used to your habit of always needing reassurance about his attention towards you.

“Yes. And what if I told you… this brat has…always found Skeet Ulrich hot in the movie?” You said, stuttering over your words, trying to keep an innocent smile on your face.

“And…” He urged, impatiently.

“And what if I say… that I noticed it wasn’t his face that was hot, but when he had his Ghostface mask on?”

He dropped the TV remote and suddenly tilted his face to look at you with a slight glint in his eyes.

“You’re ovulating?”

“Maybe.”

“What if my Kuna makes me happy by roleplaying with me?” You asked, “As ghostface?”

“That’s it? Just wear a mask? I thought you’d ask something more bizarre by how you’re stuttering.”

“Well, I am… about to. Haven’t finished my ask.”

“Hmm?”

“I was thinking, you use a real knife… and chase me. At any time of your choice. It’s a mystery when, and we do a pact now so we have a safe word and all that stuff. “ You continued, your smile widening a bit too much now, “And if you find me… you can tie me up and do whatever you like.”

Sukuna’s face visibly altered into a confused and then shocked expression, jaw hung open as he took in your ask.

“I didn’t know you were into that, woman.” His mouth curved into a smirk. “Could’ve asked me earlier.”

“I feel safe with you, you know, despite all that happened before…”

—

A lot had happened before. In your final year of university, the very year you’d met Sukuna, you’d also unfortunately found yourself an obsessed stalker who had given you immense trauma, and eventually made you take safer choices in every aspect of your life. Sukuna knew that, and never pushed your boundaries after the experience.

You’d come back to your dorm room filled with handwritten love confessional notes in red ink, the sender promising that they were actually from his veins. Notes admiring your nose, your eye color, your figure, and how much he wanted to put his cock inside of you. You’d thrown them all out, but they never stopped, despite your constant complaints to the RA.

The notes had turned into pictures. Photographs of you that were way too intimate. Of you in your room at night, of Sukuna making love to you, and glimpses of your naked silhouette as you changed your clothes…

You’d initially suspected your roommate of trying to prank you. Her bed was on the side of the room with windows, and the photographs seemed to have been taken from that side. But when you confronted her, her shock amounted to as much as yours. So much so that she initiated installing black-out blinds the same day, and removing all mirrors around the room to protect the privacy of you both.

You’d lock yourself in Sukuna’s dorm room, crying to him every night like a pathetic loser, and he’d do his best to support you. He’d tried everything he could. He’d talked to his friends who had cop parents to seriously look into the matter, but with all the haphazard evidence and poor leads, it had gone nowhere. Your campus and dorms were situated in secluded parts of the town, and that made it worse. Your poor friends eventually decided to accompany you everywhere to ensure your safety, and Sukuna decided to install a security cam outside your dorm room door too.

During the last week of your finals, you were ecstatic to finally leave that shitty, creepy situation in that dorm room. There had been no resolutions with the constant harassment from your stalker. Strangely, no unknown person was captured on the cams either. The notes knew scary personal details about you. What your favourite childhood pet’s name was, how many moles and birthmarks you had, and even the colour of underwear you’d wear that day. None of these details were available on your socials (which you’d long deleted out of fear), and even Sukuna, who was new to knowing you, didn’t. 

Sometimes, you’d find it endearing. That someone could be as obsessed with you, but you’d try to quickly brush those intrusive thoughts aside. Occasionally, your mind would drift to daydreaming about who he was, what he looked like, and if he’d really satisfy you the way he promised to. But all that dissolved into anger once you’d be reminded of how difficult life had become trying to avoid this man. It was odd – as if the person was someone already known to you. But you had no close male figures you associated with, so it always left you confused.

—

You were taken by surprise when the dorm room telephone rang at 3 am before your second-to-last final. You weren’t really a deep sleeper, and the anxiety with finals made you even more aware of the shrilling ring filling your ears. To make matters worse, your roommate, who had already finished her finals and left the morning to drive back home. The telephone rarely rang. Only if there were emergency announcements that failed to go through the speakers to students, or if there was a family emergency which you needed to be informed about, or if another student rang you from another dorm room in the same building.

You reluctantly picked it up, heart thumping, waiting for bad news:

“Hello?”

Silence. There was no one on the line. Or so you thought, because straining your ears made you aware of a soft breathing coming through the other line.

“Umm, anybody there?” You asked, still slightly groggy, trying to absorb what was happening.

“Hey, dollface.” A deep, husky voice answered, with a slightly amused tone.

You froze.

It couldn’t be. Is it… who I think it is?

“Who the fuck is this?” You answered, looking around to grab your phone in the meantime.

“Baby. Did I interrupt your beauty sleep?” He spoke in a gentler tone now, “I’m sorry. I’ll let you go after this call.”

You stayed silent, unsure whether you should disconnect the call or convince the voice to finally reveal their identity.

It’d help with the investigation. You lied to yourself.

“I thought I’d help my doll satisfy herself. I know how stressed you are with finals, sweetheart.” The low voice groaned.

“Shut up. You know you could go to jail for this, right? With all the shit you’ve been doing to me?”

“Is that a threat, my love?” He chuckled, “Or a lie you’re telling yourself as you stay on the line with me? Admit it. You like how I sound.”

In fact, you did. And you hated yourself for it. Hated yourself for finally getting a glimpse of your stalker, all to find out he sounds like those voice actors people swoon over. Hated yourself for feeling your cunt throb from this strange interaction.

“It’s a good change, I know. Now you can finally touch yourself to my voice instead of the filthy letters I write to you.”

How does he know, fuck.

“I know. You’re thinking how I know that you’ve touched yourself to my written confessionals of how good I’d fuck you, and how much your stupid boyfriend didn’t please you enough?” he whispered, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Fuck off. He pleases me just fine.” You said, looking around your room to try to figure out where he was seeing you from.

“Oh, don’t look around like a sheep caught in a fence. It was quite some work to install that camera in the fire alarm.”

Oh my god. How stupid was I? Of course there was a hidden camera somewhere *inside*. He’s been watching me all along.

“If you’re so obsessed with me, why haven’t you revealed yourself to me yet? Scared I’ll reject you or scared I’ll report you?”

“Reject me? I wish you could see how I looked, baby. I know for a fact that even the pink-haired son of a bitch would cream a little if he saw how I looked.”

Before your mouth could keep up with your brain, the sentence poured out like vomit: 

“What do you look like?”

Why the fuck did I ask that?

“Oh my, my. Curiosity indeed killed the cat.” he chuckled loudly this time, “Have you seen Skeet Ulrich? Now imagine him buff. Like 10x buff with a Dorito build, large deltoids and emerald green eyes. Got abs too. That’s how the friends describe me.”

“You have friends? Do your friends know what the fuck you do?” you answered, trying to ignore the growing heat in your core from the physical description of himself.

“Of course they don’t, sweetheart. Like the same way your boyfriend doesn’t know how wet you are from me talking to you right now. Look how soaked your panties are, doll.”

Fuck. 

You were wet. Soaking wet. And your night uniform of an oversized shirt and transparent, pink cotton undies now seemed like a terrible choice you’d made.

“I can see the outline of your filthy cunt and how perked up your nipples are for me. Practically begging to be taken. Now be a good girl and touch yourself for me—”

You clanked the telephone receiver down, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. A normal person would’ve felt sick and disconnected the call immediately, but you hated how your body acted completely irrationally. 

You couldn’t tell Sukuna about the call. Nor could you ask the RA to investigate the call. They’d know the filthy details about your not-so-distant relationship with your stalker. And you’d be the villain in this situation.

So you turned off the lights, going under the blankets to cover yourself from the pinhole camera in the fire alarm, letting your fingers drift between your legs, moaning and pleasuring yourself from the built-up sensation, completely oblivious to the fact that the camera also had a microphone that your stalker could hear you cum from.

—

“Pineapple. How’d that be?” 

“Yeah. Sure. But you’re 100% certain you want to do this, baby?” Sukuna asked, squeezing your hand for confirmation.

You nodded. 

“Unless you don’t want to… I’m fine with that too–” 

“No, brat. I want to. Now don’t be surprised if I follow the script, though. I can be mean if I want to, you know that?” 

“Mhm.”

“Just say the safe word when it’s too much, okay?”

—

It had been a couple of days since your conversation with Sukuna. You’d insisted on him surprising you, but every single passing day of said surprise made you giddy with anticipation. You’d been wearing the most scandalous matching sets you owned for a week straight now, and you were kind of upset with how much laundry you had been doing to keep up. Giving up on him fulfilling your wish anytime soon, you settled on a simple pink, cotton pair of boyshorts and a mismatched old, white lace bra. He wouldn’t care if you wore something un-sexy either way.

But just as fate had it, as you were scrolling through your phone for an easy one-pot dinner recipe, the lights in your apartment went out.

Ummm. Did I forget to pay my electricity bill?

You walked up to slowly navigate through the darkness, waving your phone flashlight, only to realize your phone battery was at 2%.

Well. Shit.

You quickly sent a text to Sukuna before heading to your desk where your fully-charged laptop could connect your mobile to power it up. Scrambling to see around you in the dark, you heard a loud thud at your window.

Did a fucking tree fall over? Because what the fuck.

You slowly drew the curtains to see a black figure with a ghostface mask standing on your guest room balcony, leading you to scream at the top of your lungs.

“Sukuna! You scared me.”

He didn’t speak a word, moving his fingers to his mouth to shush you up.

“Did you disconnect the power?”

He nodded, wordlessly. Then he turned his phone screen to show his Notes:

“Hi baby. Missed me?”

You giggled, nodding at how sweet he was even in this role that was supposed to be cruel.

“Run before I catch you, now!”

He scrolled down to show you a timer he had going on. And you had exactly 3 minutes to hide.

You drew the curtains back before you sprinted to scout an inconspicuous hiding spot that was not too inconspicuous. Sure, if this was a real-life scenario, you’d probably already be fleeing away from your apartment, but this was a completely different moment. Something you’d willingly signed up for.

The bathroom? No, too obvious. The closet? That isn’t going to fit me. The bed? Oh, how convenient. Under the bed it is. Keeping the mood alive by fucking right after Kuna finds me. How romantic.

You slid under the bed, avoiding the little dust that had accumulated from your long impending deep-clean, and slowed your breathing to hear your surroundings. You could hear the faint picking of the balcony door, so you took the time to grab the storage boxes and surround yourself with them. You’d figured you’d make it a bit hard for him, since that’d make you both hornier from the wait.

Did he forget our keys? He could’ve just unlocked the balcony door with them. You wondered.

All the overthinking was soon replaced with heavy combat boots that made the wooden floors of your apartment reverberate. Your heartbeat picked up pace, and you started sweating with the anticipation of his arrival in the bedroom. 

He really prepared for this, huh. Combat boots too?

You could hear the figure shuffling around the living room, opening the larger cabinets, the storage pantry, moving the couch.

And then the bedroom latch turned slowly.

“You in there, sweetheart?” The voice was muffled and didn’t really sound like Sukuna. It was the mask altering his voice, you thought.

You stayed quiet, pressing your hand against your mouth to contain the sudden humour that took over you. You had a habit of laughing at the most inappropriate moments, and it clearly got you today, too.

You saw his feet circle the room to expectantly open the closet that was filled with clothes. Not finding you in there, he went into the connected washroom. 

A sound of the shower curtains sliding with one swift motion, then silence. And then a ‘tsk’. “You’re being such a bad, bad girl,” he muttered, making you let out a giggle.

Oops. Busted.

Sooner or later he’d find you anyway. The feet walked towards the bed, and suddenly, he dropped to his knees to take a peek below the bed.

“Found you. Brat.” And before you could say anything, the figure circled to the other side of the bed and yanked you out by your feet. 

“Ouch!” You shrieked, pretending not to like the force he grabbed you with.

Fuck, does he look hot. He was wearing a tight compression t-shirt with a black jacket and cargo pants, sluttily covering every inch of his body, leaving everything to your imagination. And that mask. Fuck. It was so scary, it made you leak a little.

He grabbed your hair and gently tugged at it to seat you on the edge of the bed, which you followed, obligingly. 

“Now that I’ve caught you… do you know what’s going to happen?” The voice echoed.

You feigned innocence, shaking your head no, biting your lower lip in excitement.

“Oh. Too bad. Stand up and turn around for me, filthy girl.”

He never used that before. But why does it sound so familiar?

He yanked your wrists behind you, tightly tying them up in a thick rope that was less rough than you’d imagined. Of course he doesn’t want to hurt me even in playing this role.

"So, you got a boyfriend?" he asked, sliding to grab your ass and squeeze and knead your cheeks with his gloved hands.

"Why? You wanna ask me out?" you whispered, enjoying his calming touch on your body. 

"Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?" his hands slowly raked up to your waist, stopping at the hem of your oversized tee.

"No," you lied, following the movie script, giggling a little and pushing your butt against his hard, clothed cock.

“I never told you my name."

Um. Did he forget the lines? That’s not how the dialogue goes.

“Uh….”

"Don’t you want to know who you’re grinding up on? He chuckled, pushing his torso against your tied hands and ass.

Kuna would be such a bad actor. You thought. Fine, impromptu it is.

“Maybe?”

“Fine, dollface."

You froze. That word was exclusively used by someone you’d long left in the past, and you thought you were imagining and mishearing things. The figure pushed you onto the bed, while you were unable to lift yourself to look at him, as he stood behind you.

“Kuna? It’s you… right?”

“Oh god. I can’t believe you’re still with that bastard.”

Oh no no. It can’t be–

With one flip, the figure turned your body over so that you’d face him now, back arching from the restricted arms behind you.

“It’s you, you psycho!” you shrieked, realization dawning upon you.

“Love. Don’t call me psycho. It’s Toji.”

Toji? Shit, wasn’t he the guy who was on Sukuna’s hockey team?

You’d met Toji a handful of times during Sukuna’s parties, where he’d always make you a drink. He was certainly an attractive, charming man, but with his reputation for hating commitment, you’d never given him much thought, especially because of how well Sukuna treated you. 

He yanked his mask off, black, raven hair falling on his face, slightly wet from the humidity of the visage. Even in the dark, you could see his glistening, green-emerald eyes that shone under the moonlight. His face was chiseled, angled just like Kuna’s, but that scar on his lip made him look so… handsome. And those lips turned to smirk at you, as he noticed your eyes drifting up and down to study his face.

“Like what you see, doll?” He asked, tapping his boots against the floor.

“I…how did you get in? Where’s Kuna…” You asked, trembling, trying to look away with your flushed face.

“You didn’t answer my question, baby.”

“I…No. I’m already in love with Kuna.”

“Liar. I’ll give you another chance.” He said, drawing out a knife from his jacket.

Fear overtook you as you tried to wriggle out of your constraints. “No! Pls! Don’t hurt me!”

“Nobody’s going to hurt you. I thought you wanted knifeplay?” his smirk widened.

“Remember when you fucked yourself to my voice that night? After you disconnected the call?” he said, whispering your name, forcing you to return to the moment you’d buried somewhere far in your memory, knife inches away from your neck.

You shook your head no, unable to speak out words with the tightness growing in your throat.

“Another lie.” He frowned, removing his outer jacket, tossing it on the ground to reveal his big, beefy arms that crossed in annoyance.

“I’m not…”

“You are, doll. Admit it. Admit how when you’re home alone and Sukuna’s in another city, you still touch yourself to my letters you’ve kept hidden.”

Tears were streaming down your cheeks in sheer guilt and humiliation. Yes, you had a bizarre fascination for Toji. You’d hated it every single second. It felt like cheating on Sukuna. But it wasn’t relationship-breaking because you hadn’t actually sought him out to physically and emotionally cheat.

“Shhhh, don’t cry.” Toji’s face dropped, with a pitiful expression forming as he tugged you up to hug you tight. 

You stood there, crying into his chest as he engulfed you in his embrace – the smell of cedar and teakwood filling your nostrils. It felt comforting when it shouldn’t. And the drowning smell in your nostrils, with the plush pectorals squeezing your face, made your thighs weak.

“I missed you, baby. It’s been so long since I talked to you.” He smiled, wiping down your tear-stained face and runny nose. 

“I hated it. Hated when Sukuna was too quick to ask you out on that first date. It should’ve been me. Nobody knows you better than me. Not even him.” 

Maybe, he was right. Right about the fact that he knew you better than anybody. Everything you liked or disliked, you had to teach Sukuna step-by-step. It was tiring – to teach him everything because you were his first girlfriend, first everything. You always told yourself that love was supposed to be slow and gentle, even if you were opposites. But with those letters Toji endlessly wrote you, it seemed that the fucking stalker knew you better than yourself. Your darkest secrets, even what you fucking desired in bed.

Emotions and vulnerability took over you, and you found yourself tiptoeing to plant a kiss on his lips, as you barely reached his height. Toji’s eyes widened from the sudden peck, and he hungrily grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he slouched to kiss you deeply this time. 

He tasted fucking amazing, like something you’d wished for your entire life. Sweet like honey. Intoxicating like whiskey. His kisses were slow, deep, as they suddenly turned into animalistic desire, his tongue sliding into your mouth, French-kissing you while his hands travelled up behind your shirt to feel your prickly skin.

“Fuck…” you moaned, your guilt long gone from your body now.

“Mmm,” he moaned, withdrawing from your lips for a moment to look at your dazed eyes now. 

You don’t know anything about who this man really is. Nor do you have any emotional attachment to him. But you were too fucking horny to care right now, so all you worried about was how he made you feel.

His hand slowly lifted your oversized T-shirt, Kuna’s T-shirt, which fell and gathered against the roped restraints on your wrists behind you, his eyes blown out from staring at your perked nipples through the lacy bra. Your breath hitched as he slowly traced the outline of your sloped breast, and your stomach, and your plush thighs.

“Do you want this, baby?” He asked, stopping mere inches from your soaked boyshorts as his fingers rested on your inner thighs.

You nodded yes.

“Speak up.”

“Ye–yes…” you stuttered, nodding your head again.

With a harsh tug at your bra band, he pulled it down to let your tits spill out of the fabric, leaving the fabric clasped. He pushed his hard cock against you again, the friction from his cargos making your cunt ache with desire. His mouth travelled to your neck, then your collarbone and decolletage, placing peppercorn kisses, revering every single part of your body, worshipping you.

Your hands still tied, you ached to touch his body. Toji noticed, and untied the constraints, only to tie them back up again, but now in front of you so it wouldn’t be as painful.

“Sorry, baby. I’m going to have to punish you with these for denying me all those years.”

Your tied hands slowly began touching him, beginning with the scar at his lips, your right thumb slowly pulling down his lower lip.

“How’d you get this?”

“Abused as a child, doll.”

“I’m..I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be.” He stuck out his tongue to slowly capture your thumb and gently suck on it, leaving the vacuumed sensation on your thumb to make you feel some type of way.

He paused to unzip his pants and yank off his cargos in a rush, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift down towards the humongous tent in his grey boxers.

“Think you can help me?” He asked, looking down to meet your blurry vision.

Your tied hands slowly, collectively grazing down his stiff length, and he winced from the sudden touch. You pulled on his waistband, his angry and turgid cock springing out free, rigid against his abdomen. It made you drool a little, as your tiny hands barely could wrap around, given how thick he was. Up and down, you traced the single, swollen vein that ran along the side. His breath became labored, and he let out guttural groans, letting one of your hands cup his balls, making his grip on your neck firmer.

“Good girl,” he complimented, now kneading your left breast while pinching the other, making you feel more confident as you quickened your rhythm with your restricted hands.

Suddenly, you heard the door creak open, only to find another ghostface masked entity standing in your doorway, making small, slow, deliberate claps with his hands.

“I hope you enjoyed your gift,” He said. 

Sukuna?!

In your dazed moment of focus on Toji, you completely forgot about Sukuna, who was the one to accept the ghostface roleplay to begin with.

“What are you…” You mumbled, trying to steady your focus, withdrawing your hands from Toji’s precum-slick cock.

Sukuna slowly walked towards you as you hurried to pull down your shirt. But Toji just stood there with a smirk across his face, cock out.

“You know, when you proposed the roleplay idea, I was not at all surprised, princess.” He was now dangerously close to you, and it was only now he realized how much taller and stronger he was than both you and Toji. 

“Four years back when I met you – it was no coincidence, brat. My buddy and I had a bet over who you’d fall for first. He’d insisted that you’d choose the red flag that he was, so imagine my surprise when you fell for sweet, innocent me?”

He looked at Toji, smiling. “The issue was, buddy here continued obsessing over you and disrespected the fact that I’d won you. Bet or not, I loved you. And he fucking hated that. So, I challenged him. Challenged him that if he’d be able to make you change your mind, he could have you.” His hand raised to cup your cheek, his thumb drawing slow, loving circles. “But didn’t know you’d fall for him four fucking years later, baby,” he slapped the very same cheek he was loving a second before, sending a stinging sensation down your face.

“Sukuna… I’m sorry… I–”

“Shhh. Darling, I knew how much you liked getting stalked by him. He’d sent me all the footage of you touching yourself to him.”

You were speechless. Shocked. This was the last thing you’d imagined your sweet, loving boyfriend would do.

“You fucking conspired to ruin me?” Your voice trembled.

“No, baby. That’s what you chose. You wanted to get fucked by both him and me. And now you’ll have it, my greedy princess.” He chuckled, his hand fisting the strands behind Toji’s head as he groaned in pain.

“I know how kinky you are, baby. So this night was planned well in advance. Toji will do with you what I ask of him to.”

He grabbed Toji’s face with his other hand and sloppily kissed his lips to express his frustration with his friend you didn’t even know was your stalker until moments ago. 

God. But the sight of them hungrily tasting each other made your cunt throb with excitement.

Sukuna’s red eyes were focused on yours, but they weren’t the teasing eyes of your gentle boyfriend anymore. They were darker red, colder and terrifyingly focused on your expressions as he continued tonguing Toji’s mouth. 

He walked over to push you onto the bed, gripping your thighs. His fingers dipped into your flesh with enough pressure to leave angry, red streaks of blood. His breathing had drastically changed now; it was fast, like he’d just discovered his prey in the wild.

“Sukuna,” you repeated, savouring and hating the pain, the name suddenly tasting like poison on your tongue. He leaned in until his lips were almost touching yours, but there was no tenderness in the gesture anymore. His breath was hot against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Not so soon now, brat. You wanted the knife? To be chased through the dark? Terrified that you’d actually be caught?” A slow, predatory smirk spread across his face, but his eyes remained scarily cold. They remained fixed on every faltering expression, dissecting every micro-twitch of anxiety.

“You’ve asked for a monster.” His thumb pressed hard against your lower lip, roughly forcing it down with his black manicured nail. The ‘roleplay’ you’d proposed was no longer a fantasy; it was a horrid challenge. 

“See how she looks at you, Toji? Even when I’m speaking to her,” Sukuna purred, voice dropping to condescension as he glanced at Toji. “She’s terrified, and she’s fucking desperate. She needs two hands to keep her satisfied.”

“What’s the play?” Toji asked, his voice rumbled low. His emerald eyes were fixed on Sukuna, waiting for the command. He didn’t care about your history with Sukuna anymore; he only cared about finally having the hunt he’d waited for all these years.

“Start by reminding her who owns her body now”, Sukuna chuckled. “Use those hands. I want to see her tits bounce while you fuck her senseless, but I want her to feel every inch of contempt for you.

Toji obeyed with no hesitation. His rough hands moved to your breasts, pinching and kneading the sensitive flesh without any ounce of tenderness. He leaned down, leaving bites along your collarbone now, as if branding you as his.

Sukuna moved to the foot of your bed, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness as he met your eyes. “Now. Spread her. I want to watch you slide into that pretty cunt while I watch her. And Toji? She doesn’t like gentle. I want her screaming so loud that the neighbours call the cops.”

Toji grabbed your thighs, spreading them apart with little care, exposing you completely. His thick and demanding cock filled the animalistic hunger inside you, while you surrendered yourself to Sukuna’s face that was frowning in pleasure, fisting himself.

Sukuna’s grip was punishingly rough. His fingers sat tight around his base, as if he were testing his own limits of constraint. Fast and aggressive strokes, his thumb pressing hard against the underside of his cock. The sound of his strokes alongside Toji’s fading breaths echoed in the room, making you reach the edge sooner than you’d wanted. You could feel the tension in your body building, and when Sukuna could tell you were close, his free hand gripped the edge of the bed, as his hips bucked involuntarily.

“Fuck you’re still so tight,” Toji growled, his voice thick with lust. 

“Don’t talk, just fuck her!” Sukuna commanded, his grip tightening on the bed wood as he watched your body collide with Toji’s.

The climax was unlike anything you’ve ever had. You let a moan so loud, so primal, as you came all over his cock inside you, while he rubbed against your clit with deliberate, slow movements. But before Toji could chase his own release, Sukuna grabbed his hair, yanking his head back and pushing him off the bed.

“Nice try, Toji,” Sukuna muttered while his eyes didn’t leave yours. “Now watch how she really wants to be pleased.”

Without warning, Sukuna grabbed your hips, hauling you upright despite your burned-out state. He didn’t bother with foreplay – had watched your arousal build through Toji making you climax. He positioned himself at your sore, swollen entrance, and drove himself inside you with a devastating thrust that made you shriek in pain.

Your back arched off the bed, a strangled cry escaping when you realized how much bigger and demanding Sukuna’s cock was compared to Toji’s. It sought out every inch inside your belly that Toji had missed. And he fucked you unlike he ever has. Cruelly, rhythmically, each thrust reminding you of his claim over you.

“Look at you, princess.” Sukuna hissed in your warm nipping your earlobe. “Trembling like a fucking deer caught in headlights. You’re pathetic, yeah? You know that?”

“Say it.”

“I’m pathetic!” You screamed.

“And?”

“And I’m yours. And I love it.”

“Good. You-thrust-belong-thrust-to-thrust-me” As he groaned, spilling himself inside you, choking you to constrict you from your already rapid breathing. In a complete, unexpected moment, he pulled away from your climaxing body and pivoted toward Toji with the knife on the bed.

Toji’s reflexes would’ve kicked in if he knew, but Sukuna didn’t play a fair fight – ever. Like the way he made you choose him. Love him. Not Toji. He moved with speed, the blade catching the dim moonlight, and the steel finding its place on Toji’s neck.

A wet, tearing sound filled the room as the blade sliced through Toji' s throat, cutting through the muscle with terrifying ease. Blood splattered across the bedsheets, your naked body, and your eyes widened in shock.

Toji stumbled back to the floor, his hand flying to his neck in a futile attempt to stop the crimson pouring out between his fingers. His emerald eyes slowly losing its dim.

As you cried in fear, shaking uncontrollably, Sukuna leaned down to lick a drop of crimson off your body, his smile widening into something truly demonic. 

“Now, dollface,” Sukuna whispered, stroking your cheek with his stained fingers. “It’s just you and me, and I have just begun.”

a/n: i have officially reached level 290404949 of freakiness by posting one of my most secretive fics from a while back i'd left half-written and what better way to improve the plot then to involve our glorious green-eyed king to fuck with reader's brain? DAUGHTER im actually scared of yandere kuna omg

Thinking about sitting in Toji’s lap which has become your designated spot these days.

When he rolls his blunts or joints, when he’s paying bills or on the phone with a friend, when he wants you to cuddle with him, or maybe get each other off on the couch— it’s yours.

Even has his hand out to help you like a princess getting on her thrown. Twirls his finger so you can show off your outfit to him, takes your hand before you sit in his lap and he nuzzled his face in your neck, “You’re a fuckin smoke show doll. Fuck me.”

It makes the guy chuckle, end of his eyes crinkling while he pats your thighs, “You’re such a daddy’s girl baby, can’t help yourself can you?”

Oh.

Oooohhh, did it do something to your insides. Made you feel all warm and tingly all over. Pussy clenching. You try to brush it off, looking towards the tv that’s not on- the speaker that plays his favorite music, anything to keep yourself distracted. but Tojis hand will slowly creep up your spine, up to your nape, thumbing the curls that lay there. “You’re my good kid, aren’t you gorgeous?”’

“Toji.” It almost comes out as a soft moan but you have restraint, only leaning into his caress. You’re sure he can feel the heat growing under your skin. His eyes trail all over you, emerald green eyes trained on you like you’re the only thing existing. “So damn beautiful kiddo, you know that? My perfect girl.”

- Jujutsu Kaisen

part I

Toji Fushiguro x Reader

fluff | 18+ | smut

word count - 7.7k

Summary: The firm you work at decides to go out one night for drinks. Everyone invited, you go without thinking tonight would change everything. An older man you worked with approached you and had a small conversation with you. It lasted long enough in his head for him to start wondering if he could pull someone 17 years younger without embarrassing himself.

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The live jazz bar was tucked between two brick buildings downtown, its glowing amber sign reflected in the rain-slick sidewalk. It wasn’t the sort of place any of you expected the senior partners to choose for the firm’s monthly social outing, but no one complained once the quartet started playing. A saxophone drifted lazily through the room while conversations blended with the soft clink of cocktail glasses. You’d only been at the firm for six months, long enough to know everyone’s names, but not long enough to really know anyone. Especially not Mr. Fushiguro. He was one of the firm’s best litigators. Forty-Three. Brilliant in court. Intimidatingly quiet around the office. The type to arrive before sunrise, leave after sunset, and somehow never seem tired. Most associates only knew him through whispered stories about impossible deadlines and courtroom victories. The two of you had exchanged maybe a handful of words since you’d started: “Morning.” “Thanks.” “Could you sign this?” That was the extent of your relationship. Until tonight.

You found yourself standing beside him while waiting for drinks, the bartender buried beneath a dozen orders. “You escaped the tax attorneys too?” you asked with a small smile. He glanced sideways. “Was it that obvious?” “They’ve been arguing over depreciation schedules for twenty minutes.” A genuine laugh escaped him, low, warm, and completely unexpected. “I was wondering how long it’d take someone else to notice.” The conversation unfolded naturally after that. You learned he actually liked jazz, not just the playlists people put on during dinner parties, and he quietly pointed out the bassist, explaining why he was so talented. You admitted you’d never been here before despite always wanting to. “So why didn’t you?” he asked. You shrugged. “I guess I kept waiting for someone to ask.” His eyes lingered on you for a brief second. “…Their loss.” Heat crept into your cheeks before you quickly changed the subject. “Everyone at work says you’re terrifying.” “They do?” “You’ve built quite the reputation.” “I just don’t like meetings.” You laughed. “I don’t think that’s what they’re afraid of.” Another chuckle slipped from him. “You’re a lot easier to talk to than everyone else at the office,” he admitted. “I was just thinking the same thing.” He raised an eyebrow. “Really?” “I thought you’d be impossible.” “…And?” “You’re surprisingly normal.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Careful.” “What?” “I’ve got a reputation to maintain.” You laughed and looked at him, “I’m good at keeping secrets” you said making him smirk.

“You know,” he said after taking a sip of his bourbon, “you’re different than I expected.” You tilted your head. “Good different?” “Yeah.” He looked at you for a second before continuing. “You’re easy to talk to.” “Funny,” you smiled. “I was just thinking the same thing.” His mouth tugged into another grin. “Most people spend five minutes with me trying to impress me.” “Should I be trying harder?” “Depends.” “On?” He looked you up and down for only a brief moment before meeting your eyes again. “…What you’re trying to accomplish.” A warmth settled in your cheeks that had nothing to do with the bourbon.

For a quiet moment, neither of you spoke. The music filled the silence comfortably while people laughed around you. Then Toji let out a small breath through his nose, shaking his head with the faintest smile. “…You’re trouble.” “Me?” you laughed. “I haven’t done anything.” “Exactly.” His expression softened just enough to lose that intimidating edge everyone at work knew so well. “You’re twenty-six, right?” “Yes” you confirmed. He nodded slowly, looking into his glass before speaking again. “I’m forty-three.” “I know.” “…Seventeen years.” “I can do math.” That earned another laugh from him.

He studied you for another second before looking away with an amused shake of his head. “You’re too young for me.” Your eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Says who?” “Says me.” “You don’t even know if I’m flirting with you.” His eyes met yours immediately. “…You aren’t?” He asked, reading your face. You smiled and rolled your eyes. “I don’t think seventeen years is bad.” you finally said. He looked at you, unable to hide the smile threatening the corner of his mouth. “You’re making this difficult.” “Maybe you just like talking to me.” “…Maybe I do.”

Before either of you could say another word, one of the senior partners appeared beside him, lightly clapping a hand against his shoulder. “Fushiguro, there you are. I need to steal you for a minute… we’ve got a client asking about that settlement.” Toji closed his eyes for half a second, clearly annoyed by the interruption. “Of course.” He looked back at you, almost like he was about to say something else, but the partner was already leading him away into another conversation across the room. You smiled to yourself before returning to your coworkers, figuring that was the end of it. Yet every so often throughout the rest of the evening, you’d catch him glancing across the crowded jazz bar. Sometimes while listening to another attorney speak. Sometimes while pretending to pay attention to a conversation he clearly didn’t want to be part of. Each time your eyes met, he’d look away a second too late. The conversation had ended unfinished, but somehow it felt less like an ending and more like something that had quietly, unexpectedly begun.

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Monday morning arrived far too quickly. The relaxed atmosphere of the jazz club had vanished, replaced by polished dress shoes echoing across marble floors, ringing office phones, and neatly stacked case files waiting on every desk. You’d almost convinced yourself Friday night had simply been a pleasant conversation that wouldn’t amount to anything. Toji hadn’t acknowledged you when he’d passed your office earlier that morning, and you figured he’d returned to being the reserved senior attorney everyone knew. You were halfway through organizing exhibits for an upcoming deposition when a familiar shadow fell across your desk. Looking up, you nearly forgot what you were doing. Toji stood there with one hand tucked into his pocket, tie loosened just enough to suggest he’d already had a long morning. “Busy Friday night?” he asked quietly.

Your eyes widened. “I don’t think so.” A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “There’s another jazz club a few blocks from my apartment. Smaller place. Better musicians.” He paused for a second before adding, “Thought you might like it.” Your heart beat just a little faster. You weren’t expecting him to actually ask. “As… coworkers?” you teased, trying to sound more confident than you felt. His eyes softened with amusement. “Unless you’d prefer otherwise.” Heat rushed into your face, and you looked down at the papers scattered across your desk to hide the smile threatening to give you away. “…I’d love to go.” He nodded once, looking almost relieved. “Seven?” “Seven works.” “I’ll pick you up.” Before anyone nearby could become too curious, he gave you one last glance and continued down the hallway as if he’d only stopped to discuss a case.

The rest of the week became strangely unbearable. Not because anything happened, but because nothing did. Toji never lingered around your office, never gave anyone a reason to suspect anything, and never spoke to you unless work required it. Yet every time you walked into a conference room, you somehow found him already there. Every time you looked up during a meeting, he was already looking away. Sometimes you’d catch his reflection in the glass walls of the conference rooms, only for him to return his attention to whatever brief was in front of him the moment your eyes met. It became an unspoken game neither of you acknowledged. Small smiles. Fleeting glances. Passing one another in the hallway just slowly enough to exchange a quiet “Morning.” Somehow, those tiny moments became the highlight of your day.

By Wednesday afternoon, you couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You practically dragged your best friend and fellow associate, Mia, into the firm’s break room during lunch. The moment the door closed behind you, she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Okay… what’s going on?” You tried, and failed, to suppress your grin. “So…” “Oh my God.” She pointed dramatically. “You’re smiling before you’ve even started talking.” “I may… have plans Friday.” “With?” “Someone…” Silence. Complete silence. She blinked once. Then twice.

“Someone??!???” she asked slowly. You nodded. “You’re not going to tell us?” Another nod. She stared at you for a full five seconds before both hands flew onto the sides of her head. “I just… want it to be personal for now… he is older” you said making their eyes wide. “How old” “Forty-two…” They both did math in their head. “That’s like twenty years?” “SEVENTEEN YEARS?!” she practically shouted, causing someone outside the break room to glance through the window. She lowered her voice only slightly. “He’s a DILF?!” You burst into laughter, quickly shushing her. “He’s not-” “HE IS!” she whisper-yelled. You covered your burning face with your hands while she paced circles around the tiny break room like she’d just uncovered the firm’s biggest scandal. “Does HR know?” she gasped theatrically. “Should I know? Does he know?” You laughed so hard your stomach hurt. “Calm down.” “No! I refuse!” She grabbed your shoulders. “Tell me everything. What are you wearing? Where’s he taking you? Did he smell good? Is he tall?” You couldn’t stop smiling yourself now. “…How tall” “Six- One” Mia slapped the countertop. “That’s it. I need to see this man” She begged.

When lunch ended and the two of you stepped back into the hallway, Mia leaned close enough that only you could hear. “Just… be careful.” You looked at her curiously. She smiled warmly. “Not because of the age difference. Honestly I don’t care about that. Just because…he might not want anything serious.” She glanced toward the litigation wing where Fushiguro’s office sat at the end of the corridor. “Mr. Fushiguro… he is about that age too right?They get weird.. don’t let people in.” Her smile grew softer. Before you could answer, Toji stepped out of a conference room carrying a stack of files. His eyes found yours for only a heartbeat before a faint smile crossed his face, you smiled back. “Afternoon” he said while walking past. Your cheeks turned pink.

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Friday seemed to drag on forever. You’d barely been able to focus all day, your eyes wandering to the clock every few minutes as your coworkers teased you for checking your phone so often. Toji approached you when you were on your lunch break “Are we still on for seven?” he asked, you nodded and smiled. “Could I get your number? So I you can text me your address” he asked while pulling out his phone. He had a new phone, but an old Otter Box phone-case. You wanted to laugh but didn’t. He didn’t know how to get a new contact so you did it for him. He smiled and put your name in, he smiled at his phone. You wanted to peek over but didn’t. “Thank you, i’ll text you” he said before leaving. After getting home, you changed outfits three different times before finally settling on a simple dress that felt elegant without looking like you’d tried too hard. Just as you finished putting on your earrings, your phone buzzed.

Hello. 😀

A minute later.

I am outside whenever you are ready.

Then, thirty seconds after that:

Take your time.

Another message appeared almost immediately.

No rush. 👍

You couldn’t help but laugh. You slipped your phone into your purse, smiling to yourself. “These texts remind me of my grandpa,” you muttered under your breath. Stepping outside, you immediately spotted his dark Audi waiting at the curb. The moment he saw you, he climbed out to open your door before you could reach it. Tonight, he’d traded his usual work suit for charcoal slacks, polished black loafers, and a fitted black button-down with the sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. It was simple, but effortlessly handsome. His hair wasn’t gelled back it fell nicely. He looked… younger. “Hi” he greeted with a small smile. “Hi.” His eyes drifted over you for a second before meeting yours again. “You look beautiful.” The compliment caught you completely off guard, your cheeks warming instantly. “Thank you.” You smiled shyly. “You clean up pretty well yourself.” He laughed quietly. “I’d hope so. I do own mirrors.”

Once you settled into the passenger seat, Toji fiddled with his phone. “…Hang on.” You watched him tap the navigation screen once. Nothing happened. He tapped it again. “Why…” One more press, and somehow the map zoomed into the middle of Malaysia. He sighed under his breath. “You’ve got to be kidding me...” You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. He looked over at you with a completely serious expression. “I swear it worked earlier.” “It thinks we’re vacationing.” “I noticed.” You reached toward the screen. “Can I?” “Please.” Within seconds, you exited the route he’d somehow started and entered the correct address. “There.” He stared at the screen for a long second. “…How did you do that?” “I pressed ‘End Route.’” “…There was an End Route button?” “Mhm.” He leaned back against the seat, rubbing the back of his neck before laughing quietly to himself. “I’m too old for technology.” You shook your head with a grin. “No, you’re not.” “I’m forty-two.” “And? I’ve accepted my fate.” “You sound eighty.” “I felt eighty trying to use that GPS.”

The image of the intimidating senior litigator losing a battle against his own navigation system made you laugh even harder. Hearing you laugh only made him chuckle too, the embarrassment fading into amusement. “…Don’t tell anyone at work about this,” he said. “So there is something that scares Mr. Fushiguro.” “Modern electronics.” “I’ll keep your secret.” “You’d better.” He pulled away from the curb, and before long the city lights began sliding past the windows. The conversation picked up almost exactly where it had ended at the first jazz bar, easy and unforced, as though you’d simply paused it for a week instead of saying goodbye.

You talked about your first few months at the firm, ridiculous clients, and the bizarre things people had actually argued in court. Somehow the conversation drifted to books, old movies, and favorite restaurants around the city. You learned he preferred driving with the windows cracked, even with the air conditioning running, because he liked hearing the sounds of the city outside. He admitted he still owned shelves full of CDs in his apartment. “You still use CDs?” you asked, trying not to smile. “I like them, they’re easier than the phones” He said while taking a turn with such ease. “You’re lucky you’re young” he added, “And you’re lucky you’re handsome.” The words slipped out before you had the chance to stop them. The moment they left your mouth, your eyes widened. “…Sorry,” you mumbled quickly, turning your attention toward the window. “That just kind of…” “…Slipped?” he finished for you. You nodded, refusing to look at him. “…Yeah.” For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then you heard him laugh softly. “…I’m glad it did.” When you finally gathered the courage to glance over, he was smiling, not the polite smile everyone at the office knew, but something quieter, almost shy, like the compliment had genuinely caught him off guard.

The rest of the drive settled into a comfortable silence, broken only every so often by another easy conversation or a joke that made one of you laugh. It didn’t feel awkward in the slightest. If anything, it felt surprisingly natural, like you’d known each other far longer than a single conversation at a jazz bar and a week of stolen glances across the office. As the glowing sign of the club finally came into view, Toji pulled into a parallel parking space and shut off the engine. For a brief second, neither of you reached for the door. You simply sat there, the soft hum of jazz drifting faintly from the building ahead, both smiling to yourselves as if you were quietly realizing the same thing. This didn’t really feel like two coworkers grabbing drinks anymore. It felt like a first date. He got out and opened your door for you, helping you out. Your hand was soft in his, he noticed your fresh manicure. It was very clean and feminine.

He looked down at your feet in heels, you had french tips, also freshly done. He smiled to himself, you didn’t ask why. The evening air was warm, carrying the distant sounds of laughter and live music from farther down the street. As you adjusted the strap of your small purse on your shoulder, he extended a hand toward you. “…Can I?” he asked. You looked down at your purse before back at him. He nodded. “I’ll carry it.” You couldn’t help but smile as you handed it over. Compared to him, the little purse looked almost comically small hanging from his fingers. “You know you don’t have to do that.” “I know.” “So why are you?” He shrugged one shoulder. “…Feels rude not to.” As the two of you started toward the club, you noticed that every time you naturally drifted closer to the street, Toji quietly guided you back toward the inside of the sidewalk. Sometimes it was the lightest touch against the middle of your back, other times he simply stepped around you until he was walking nearest the traffic instead. After the third time, you finally looked up at him. “…You’re doing that on purpose.” “Hm?” “Keeping me away from the road.” He glanced at you before looking ahead again. “My mother would’ve smacked me if I let a woman walk on the outside.” You smiled warmly. “She raised you well.” “I’d like to think so.”

The glowing sign of the jazz club came into view, warm light spilling onto the sidewalk as the muffled sound of a trumpet floated through the front doors. Before you could reach for the handle, Toji stepped ahead of you, pulling the heavy wooden door open with one hand and gesturing you inside. “After you.” You laughed softly as you walked past him. “You really are old-fashioned.” “I kind of like it.” That earned a small smile from him before he followed you inside. He walked with you, leading you through the softly lit room toward a pair of seats at the polished wooden bar, only a few feet away from the stage where the quartet was finishing their first song.

Before you had the chance to sit down, Toji reached for your chair and pulled it out for you. You looked at him with an amused smile as you took your seat, and once you were comfortable, he gently slid the chair back in before sitting beside you himself. “You’ve done this before,” you teased. “I’ve been on a date or two.” “Oh?” You raised an eyebrow. He looked at you with the faintest smirk. “…Jealous?” You rolled your eyes, unable to hide your grin. “Maybe just a little.” His quiet laugh blended with the smooth notes of the saxophone as he carefully placed your purse on the empty stool beside him instead of setting it on the floor. Watching him fuss over something as small as your purse made you smile to yourself. Your best friend hadn’t been exaggerating beneath the intimidating reputation and courtroom confidence, Toji really was a gentleman.

The bartender had barely made it over before Toji nodded toward the menu. “We’ll have two old fashioneds.” You looked over at him, surprised. “You remembered?” He glanced your way with a small shrug. “You ordered one last week.” You smiled despite yourself. “I’m impressed.” “I have a decent memory.” “Clearly.” A small basket of warm bread arrived a few minutes later, and before long your drinks followed. The conversation picked up exactly where it had left off in the car. You spoke about embarrassing stories from law school, impossible deadlines, travel, and the odd habits your coworkers had. Every topic seemed to lead effortlessly into another, and with each drink, the conversation became even easier. Toji laughed far more than he ever did at the office, and every time he did, it became a little harder to picture him as the intimidating attorney everyone seemed afraid to approach.

By the time you were finishing your second drink, you leaned a little closer. “Where are the bathrooms?” He immediately set his glass down. “I’ll show you.” “You don’t have to…” “I know.” He stood anyway. You shrugged on your coat before instinctively reaching for your purse, only for him to hold out his hand. “I’ve got it.” You smiled, handing both your purse and coat over without another word. He walked you to the hallway near the restrooms before stopping just outside the entrance. “I’ll be here.” When you returned a few minutes later, he was exactly where he’d said he’d be, one hand tucked into his pocket while your purse and neatly folded coat rested over his arm. He looked up the moment he heard the door open. “Everything okay?” “Yeah.” You smiled. “Thanks for waiting.” “Of course.”

As the band began packing up for the evening, you looked toward the front windows where the streets glowed beneath old-fashioned street lamps. “Do you want to go for a walk?” you asked. His answer came almost immediately. “I would love to” He settled the bill before you could even reach for it, ignoring your quiet protest with nothing more than, “You can argue with me next time.” A few moments later the two of you stepped outside, the cool night air replacing the warmth of the jazz club. The old brick streets were still alive with people wandering between restaurants and cafés, music drifting from open windows as you walked side by side without any particular destination in mind.

A few blocks later, the sound of a live singer echoed across the sidewalk from a small Italian restaurant with patio seating. Couples and families clapped along as a guitarist played beside the tables, the melody spilling into the street. Without thinking much about it, or perhaps because of the couple of drinks you’d had, you turned toward Toji and held out your hand. “Dance with me.” He blinked, looking from your hand to the small crowd. “…Here?” “Why not?” He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as if he already knew he was going to lose this argument. “…You’re impossible.” “That’s not a no.” Another laugh escaped him before he slipped his hand into yours. You pulled him toward the music, smiling as he awkwardly fell into step. “I haven’t done this in years,” he admitted. “Then you’re overdue.” He chuckled, relaxed, and after a few moments gently spun you beneath his arm. You laughed as your dress flared slightly, catching yourself when you faced him again. He was smiling now, openly this time, and for the first time since you’d met him, the serious attorney from the office seemed to disappear completely, replaced by a man simply enjoying a warm summer night with someone whose company he genuinely liked.

The music carried through the street as the two of you continued laughing, surrounded by strangers who didn’t seem to mind the little crowd forming around the guitarist. A mischievous grin crossed your face. “My turn.” Before Toji could ask what you meant, you gently tugged on his hand and spun him beneath your arm instead. Your hand not being able to really go over him you jumped up so it would. For a split second he looked completely bewildered, turning a full circle before stopping to face you again. A surprised laugh escaped him, full and genuine, louder than any you’d heard from him before. “You really just spun me?” he asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “You needed to be humbled,” you teased. “Is that right?” “Absolutely.”

Before you could react, he stepped closer, one arm sliding carefully around your waist while the other still held your belongings. In one smooth motion, he lifted you off the ground with an ease that made your eyes widen. You were eye level with him now, high in the air. A laugh bursted from your lips as your instinctive reaction was to lightly hold onto his shoulders. “Fushiguro!” you squealed between laughs. Instead of setting you back down, he simply started walking with you pressed against him, weaving away from the small crowd still gathered around the music. “I said I wanted to dance” you protested through your laughter. He looked down at you with an amused smile. “Not if you’re the one spinning me, doll.” The nickname caught you completely off guard, making you laugh from getting nervous. “You’re impossible.”

Only once your laughter settled, and after you made no real attempt to argue with him anymore, did he gently lower you back onto your feet. His hand lingered just long enough to make sure you were steady before slipping away again. “Better?” he asked. You looked up at him with a grin you couldn’t hide. “Maybe.” “Maybe?” “You still owe me one proper dance.” He smiled to himself, shaking his head as the two of you began the slow walk back toward his car. The streets had grown quieter now, most restaurants beginning to close as the warm glow of streetlights reflected against the old brick sidewalks. Neither of you felt much need to fill the silence. Every now and then your shoulders brushed as you walked, and each time, neither of you made any effort to move away. It had gotten late without either of you noticing, a sign, perhaps, that the best evenings were the ones where time slipped by unnoticed.

Toji unlocked the car with a quiet click before walking around to your side, opening the passenger door as naturally as he’d held every other door that evening. “After you,” he said. You smiled as you slid into the seat, smoothing your dress before buckling yourself in. A moment later he settled behind the wheel, started the engine, and stared at his phones navigation screen with an almost defeated expression. He plugged his phone in which then turned on the carplay. “…I am not fighting with this thing again.” You laughed immediately. “Already giving up?” “I’m choosing peace.” “Would you…?” You leaned over with a smile. Using his cars screen you tapped the search bar, you then realized it was already connected to his contacts. The moment you typed the first number of your address, your contact appeared at the top of the screen. “Doll ❤️”. Beneath it sat your full address, already saved. Your smile slowly spread across your face. “…Oh?” The silence lingered just long enough for Toji to follow your gaze. He looked at the screen, then immediately cleared his throat, his ears turning noticeably pink. “…Right.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly far more interested in the steering wheel than looking at you. “It was…inappropriate.” “No.” “It was.” “It isn’t.” He finally glanced at you, almost shyly. “You don’t mind?” You shook your head. “I think it’s sweet.” His shoulders visibly relaxed. “…Good.” You tapped your contact, letting the route begin. “There,” you smiled. “Now you don’t have to wrestle with technology anymore.” A quiet laugh left him as he pulled away from the curb. “I’ve got one thing figured out.” “The Gps?” He smiled to himself, eyes still on the road. “…No.” Your cheeks warmed all over again, and for the rest of the drive home, every glance at the navigation screen made that little heart beside your name impossible to ignore.

The drive back was quieter than the ride there, but not in an awkward way. The comfortable silence settled between you while soft jazz played through the speakers, the city lights passing across the windshield in long streaks of gold. Every so often one of you would point something out, a restaurant you wanted to try, an old building downtown, a funny billboard, and the conversation would start up again before fading naturally. As Toji shifted gears, his hand came to rest on the center console beside you. His fingers relaxed around the gear shift, and his pinkie reached out and brushed your thigh. It was such a small, almost accidental touch that you weren’t even sure he’d noticed it. Till he lingered there and his pinkie moved back and forth softly. Your heart immediately began pounding in your chest. A moment later, as he shifted again, the back of his finger lightly grazed your thigh before returning to the gear. Neither of you acknowledged it. He simply kept his eyes on the road, though you could’ve sworn the corner of his mouth hinted at the smallest smile.

When he pulled into your apartment complex, he put the car in park and walked around to open your door before you even grabbed your bag. “You don’t have to walk me up,” you said as the two of you started toward the building. “I know,” he replied simply. Even so, he followed you, climbing all three flights of stairs without a single complaint, still carrying your purse until you reached your door. You unlocked the apartment, then turned back toward him with a soft smile. “…Thank you. Tonight was really nice.” “It was,” he agreed quietly. Without thinking too much about it, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. Going on your tippy toes, he hugged you back almost immediately, both of his hands came around your waist slowly. He squeezed lightly and his hands completely covered your whole stomach, his left hands fingertips touching his right ones. His eyes opened with surprise, his hands were huge compared to you. When the hug ended, neither of you stepped away right away. His hands lingered at your waist for another heartbeat, reluctant to let go, his expression soft in the warm hallway light. His hand came up and tucked your hair behind your ear. His thumb reached out and gently brushed your lip. His eyes looking at your lips, “Goodnight” he said with a small smile. “Goodnight beautiful” He said shyly, you smiled and went back on your tippy toes. You kissed his cheek quickly before coming back down. He smiled, you looked away and smiled. “Thank you for everything..” you said quietly. He didn’t ask to come inside or make the moment awkward. He simply gave your waist the gentlest squeeze before letting his hands fall away, offering one last lingering glance before turning toward the stairwell, leaving you smiling to yourself as you quietly closed the apartment door behind you.

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Saturday afternoon was quiet. You’d spent most of the morning lazily cleaning your apartment, still smiling to yourself thinking about last night. Around one o’clock, your phone buzzed on the coffee table. Expecting it to be your best friend, you reached over and unlocked it. Instead, it was a text from Toji. There wasn’t a message, just a photo. You opened it, immediately laughing. Sitting in the storage compartment of his passenger side door was your favorite tube of lip gloss, the one you’d been digging through your purse for before leaving the jazz club. Somehow, it had slipped out and stayed behind in his car. His finger halfway in the camera frame. You quickly typed back.

I’m sorry I left it!

Only a few seconds passed before the typing bubble appeared.

That’s OK Doll. I can bring it to work on Monday for you. 😘

Your eyes widened at the screen.

Almost immediately another message came through.

I mean’t 👌

Then another.

Sorry.

You couldn’t stop laughing. You could practically picture the embarrassed expression on his face as he’d frantically tried to fix the mistake. Smiling to yourself, you typed your reply.

That’s okay, see you Monday. 😘

The typing bubble appeared again for a moment… then disappeared, then appeared again, then disappeared. A message finally popped up.

😳

That’s all he put, you laughed and sat down on your couch. Blushing at his response. He was such a dad. You smiled every time your phone buzzed for the rest of Saturday hoping it was him. Around eight that evening, while you were curled up on your couch watching a movie, his name lit up your screen again.

How was your day?

You smiled and replied. The conversation was brief he told you goodnight around 10pm. He sent a picture of a black cat asleep in bed, you could see him in the reflection of a mirror in the back of the picture. He was in bed, he wore glasses and his hair was wet and messy. He has no shirt on, his muscles were huge. A small smile on his face as he was taking the picture. His room was very clean from what you could see, low lights and super modern. His sheets were a dark grey and looked expensive. You looked at the photo for what felt like 5 hours. Zoomed into him in the mirror. You hit your head on the pillow and groaned. “Why is he so hot?” you asked yourself.

Sunday afternoon found you sitting outside with Mia, the two of you sharing appetizers at a little café after doing some shopping. Your phone vibrated against the table, and without thinking you opened it. A photograph filled your screen. Bright blue water stretched endlessly beneath a cloudless sky, the edge of a sleek white boat visible in the corner of the picture. A pair of sunglasses rested on the seat beside him, and the ocean shimmered in the afternoon sun.

On my boat for the day. Hope you are doing well Doll.

A warmth spread across your face before you even realized you were smiling. You bit your lip and started to text back.

Across the table, Mia narrowed her eyes. “…What the hell are you looking at?” You looked up much too quickly “Nothing.” “Y/n.” “It’s nothing.” She leaned farther across the table, trying to peek at your phone. “You’re blushing.” “I am not.” “You absolutely are.” She pointed dramatically.“That man texted you again, didn’t he?” You tried to hide your smile by taking a sip of your drink. “…Maybe.” Mia gasped loudly enough to earn a glance from another table.

“The Dilf!” You buried your face in one hand, laughing “Mia…” “What?” “He called you ‘Doll’?” you moved your phone away from her. She laughed. Your silence answered for you. She leaned back in her chair with the most satisfied grin imaginable. “That’s hot.” You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you looked back down at the picture of the ocean. Before Mia could tease you any further, you typed a reply.

Looks beautiful. I hope you’re having fun. Be safe out there!

A few seconds later, the little “Read” notification appeared.

Then…

Thank you, I should take you out here soon. ☀️

See you tomorrow.

Somehow, Monday morning didn’t seem so far away anymore.

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Monday morning felt almost unreal after the weekend. You’d barely made it through the first few hours without smiling whenever you thought about his messages. By lunchtime, you and Mia were sitting in the break room picking at your food while she complained about an impossible client. The door opened, and Toji stepped inside, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms as he headed straight for the coffee pot. “Morning, Fushiguro,” Mia greeted with her usual grin. “How are you doing today?” He poured himself a cup before answering. “…Very well.” She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What’s got you in such a good mood?” A small smile crossed his face. “…I met a woman.” Your fork stopped halfway to your mouth. Heat rushed into your cheeks as your heart suddenly pounded in your chest. You stared down at your lunch, afraid that if you looked up, your face would give everything away.

“Dang it!” Mia groaned dramatically, throwing her head back. “I wanted a chance!” Toji laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “I’m sure you’ll recover.” “I don’t know,” she sighed theatrically. “This is devastating news.” His eyes flickered toward you for the briefest moment before he lifted his coffee. “Have a good afternoon.” “You too,” Mia replied. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the room quiet again. Your heart was still racing, and you could hardly believe he’d said that so casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The second he was gone, Mia looked across the table at you. “…Poor guy.” You blinked. “What?” “He actually met someone.” “…Yeah.” She sighed dramatically before taking another bite of her lunch. “And here I was rooting for me and him.” You forced out a small laugh, hoping it sounded convincing. “Guess that ship sailed.” Mia nodded sympathetically and went back to eating, completely unaware that the “woman” he’d mentioned was almost certainly you. Meanwhile, you sat frozen in your chair, cheeks still burning, wishing you could disappear into thin air. The break room suddenly felt far too small, and hiding in your office for the rest of the day sounded like an excellent idea.

The rest of the afternoon passed surprisingly normally. You buried yourself in case files, answered emails, and sat through two meetings that seemed to last forever. Every now and then, you’d catch yourself thinking about what he’d said in the break room, only to shake your head and force your attention back to work. By the end of the day, most of the office had begun filtering out. You gathered your laptop, slipped your notebook into your bag, and reached for one last stack of documents sitting on the corner of your desk. Unfortunately, the stack had other plans. The papers slipped right through your hands, scattering across the floor in every direction. “…Oh, come on,” you muttered, dropping to your knees to collect them. A few pages slid underneath your desk, forcing you to lean forward as you stretched to reach them.

“Everything alright?” a familiar voice asked from behind you. Your heart skipped. You turned your head to find Toji standing a few feet away with his briefcase in hand, one eyebrow raised. A strand of your hair falling out of your bun and landing on your face. Then, all at once, you realized exactly how you were positioned. You had leaned forward far enough that your skirt had ridden up slightly, leaving your blue lace underwear for him to see in between your legs. Your eyes widened in horror. “Oh my God…” You immediately sat back onto your heels, smoothing your skirt down as fast as you could, your cheeks burning bright red. When you looked back up, the corner of Toji’s mouth had lifted into an unmistakable smirk.

“…Please pretend you didn’t see that,” you mumbled, covering your face for a second. “I wasn’t looking,” he replied far too quickly. You lowered your hands and gave him an unconvinced look. “You are a terrible liar.” “I am.” A quiet laugh escaped him as he set his briefcase down and crouched beside you, gathering the remaining papers with practiced efficiency. He tapped the stack neatly against the floor before handing it back to you. “There.” You accepted them with a sheepish smile. “…Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” As the two of you stood, he looked at you with that same teasing smirk. “…For the record…” You sighed dramatically. “What?” “I think blue looks good on you.” You laughed despite yourself, covering your face. You both walked toward the elevators and the conversation was silent but charged after that. Mia got into the elevator with you and him and asked you to come over to eat dinner with her. You agreed and as the elevator door opened you felt Toji’s hand graze yours. Almost like a goodbye.

You looked back and smiled at him, he winked. You left and went over to Mia’s. She cooked ramen and you guys ate it on her couch while watching some stupid movie. Your phone buzzed, it was around 1am now. You looked at it and it was Toji, you opened it confused as to why he would be awake.

Thinking about the color blue tonight.

Your heart sank and you choked on your ramen. “Holy shit are you okay?” Mia said while hitting your back. “Yes i’m fine” you replied while clearing your throat. You didn’t even know how to reply to that, was he trying to dirty talk? You didn’t expect that from an older man let alone Mr. Fushiguro. You put your phone down and Mia grabbed it. “The fuck does this mean?” she said “My um.. he saw my underwear and they were blue” you said without really explaining. She screamed. She typed something and you snatched your phone, she sent it before you could stop her.

thinking about you as well daddy

Your heart dropped, “MIA NO” you yelled as it said read. You didn’t even have time to unsend it. You thought she ruined everything for you with that. You stood up and threw your phone on the couch. “He’s going to block me for sure!” You said while not facing her. “He’s typing” she said making you bolt to her grabbing the phone.

Really? I’d love to see you Doll 📸

You both screamed at the reply. She snatched the phone and answered for you.

send me you and i’ll send something back ;)

“NO DON’T-“ she pressed send. You sighed and she laughed hard, “He obviously is into it, he said he was thinking about your panties” she said while it said read. “He is older Mia and we aren’t kids that’s not how I text either” you groaned while shutting off your phone. “What if he gets weirded out?” you said, “He calls you Doll, he is totally a freak” she said completely relaxed. “Just wait he’ll send something” you sighed and wanted to tell her who it was so she would be equally as terrified. You refrained and went to grab your keys. She apologized but you just wanted to go home. Thinking she ruined your chances with him. She felt incredibly bad. Your phone buzzed and you hesitated. You opened it and your jaw dropped. He send a picture, he really sent one. His dorkish smile with his glasses hanging low on his nose found your attention first. His messy hair on his forehead made you bite your lip, then, his large shoulders made your eyes widen. He didn’t have a shirt on, he was extremely vascular and buff. A vein went up his neck and you made a small noise to yourself.

I feel old… Not sure on what to send. Is this good?

He typed right after, you wanted to scream. You typed back quickly.

you look so handsome, give me a second. i’m leaving mia’s house and on the way home. i’ll text you when i get there.

Drive safe Doll, do you have Zelle?

yes i’m surprised you know what that is 😂

You sat your phone down, going way over the speed limit to get home. Your phone buzzed again and it was a notification from Zelle. “Toji Fushiguro send $500 with ZELLE for “Gas 😉”” Your eyes widened. “No way” you said to yourself. His message popped up and you pressed it.

Hope that is enough. If not let me know.

You opened your apartment quickly and slammed the door shut. Locking it and running to the bathroom. You stripped down and turned on your shower. You fixed yourself in the mirror and touched up your makeup, you ran in the shower and wet your hair, running back out laughing at yourself and wrapping a towel loosely around your chest. You held it and went to the mirror you had. Letting your chest show right to where your nipples were. Covering the first slice of them you could see, your right one out just a little bit. “This is so stupid” you said under your breath before giggling. You tried to pose sexily. The mirror was foggy and you took a picture. You looked hot, biting the side of your cheek like the picture was casual, though it would send him over the edge. You bit your lip and pressed send.

sorry, i was in the shower, didn’t mean to take so long to reply. that’s more than enough, you didn’t have to send that at all..

Your fingers hesitated before you said fuck it to yourself. You typed “thank you handsome” he read it and didn’t reply for almost 15 minutes. you already took your actual shower and got into bed by the time he finally texted you back.

What a Doll, you’re unreal. Let me spoil you.

You screamed, probably waking up your neighbors. He texted again and you bit your lip.

It’s late, get some sleep princess.

You squirmed around in bed with excitement. You struggled to sleep that night. In the morning, you took another shower and then got ready for work. Nervous and excited to see him again. Once you got to work you walked into your room and your mouth parted slightly. There were white roses sitting nicely in a vase on your desk. You walked over quickly and read the small card. In very nice cursive handwriting, “Pretty like you my Doll” with a tiny crooked heart next to it. You made a groan noise from wanting to go to his office and rip off his clothes.

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every time you’re ovulating, everything about toji feels amplified. he comes out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel through his damp hair, and you notice it first. the sharp line of his jaw is softened by a dark shadow. "you stopped shaving," you murmur, more an observation than a question. he just grunts, a low sound that rumbles right through you, and you feel a distinct pull low in your belly.

later, when he stretches on the couch, his shirt rides up. your eyes catch on that dark, happy trail leading from his navel down into his sweatpants. it’s not a jungle, just a perfect, masculine line that makes your mouth water. "like what you see?" he asks, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. you just nod, unable to form words, your body humming with a need that feels primal.

in bed, his scent is everywhere. he hasn’t shaved anywhere, and when he moves over you, the musk from his pits hits you like a drug. it’s pure toji, sweat and skin and something uniquely him. you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. "you smell so good," you whisper, and he lets out a low chuckle, his stubble scratching your temple. "ovulating again, huh?" he knows. of course he knows.

your face is buried between his legs, and the musky scent of his cock is overwhelming. the coarse hair at the base tickles your nose, and you don’t mind one bit. it’s animalistic and raw. "fuck, you’re really into this," he groans, his hands tangling in your hair. you can only hum in response, too lost in the sensation and the smell to care about anything else.

kissing your way up his stomach, your lips brush over the light sprinkling of hair on his chest. it’s not thick, just enough to feel like a man. you linger there, listening to his heartbeat quicken. "tickles," he rumbles, his voice rough with sleep or arousal, maybe both. you love that you can affect him like this, that your obsession is a two-way street.

he pins you down, his body a heavy, welcome weight. the rough texture of his stubble scratches your inner thighs as he moves lower, and you gasp. "so sensitive," he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot. you can only writhe, every nerve ending on fire, your ovulation making every touch feel like a live wire. "please, toji," is all you can manage.

afterwards, you’re draped over him, your head on his chest. your fingers idly trace the happy trail you love so much. he’s sticky and sweaty and completely unashamed. "you’re gonna be like this all week, aren’t you?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement. you just smile against his skin. "probably," you admit. "you’re just… really hot like this."

he turns to face you, his dark eyes glinting in the low light. the stubble, the scent, the sheer masculinity of him makes you want to go again already. "my little beast," he teases, pulling you closer. you sink into his embrace, surrounded by his hair, his musk, him. it’s nasty and perfect, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Toji x Client!FemReader. Oneshot. Content. NSFW. On the couch. Foreplay. Teasing. Intercourse. Wordcount. 2.5k With a bounty over your head, you hired him to keep you alive until it expires. It's been 24 hours and things are getting more personal than just the professionalism between contractor and client.

You return back to the safe house that he calls 'home-sweet-home' time to time, locking the door behind you. It's the best option for now. As you plop on the couch in the tiny space that's a sad excuse of a studio he pulls out a laptop he keeps stored away. He brings it to the coffee table and turns it on to browse through the curse users website.

You watch him already bored since you're not used to being cooped up and under someone's surveillance 24/7. The space is filled with quiet typing and clicks. The screen lighting his face is making him look more tense than usual. Beats pass.

"What'cha looking into?" You fidget slightly on your back.

"Gathering intel," he responds without looking up from the screen. He continues scrolling trying to gather information on who it was that put the bounty on you.

A picture of some sorcerer with a bounty of ¥3 million appears on the screen and he near gets the impulse to click on it but scrolls past. Later.

Not knowing he could do that your curiosity is piqued. Your head tilts more in his direction actually interested.

"Intel for what?"

He finally turns his head and gives you undivided attention with a smirk.

"Gotta know who we're up against. If it's some big shot that needs to be worn down first or if it's just some amateur punk that's money hungry." Toji pauses for a moment thinking something over that came to his mind out of nowhere. "Also planning.."

You nod in understanding then it occurs to you. It just bluntly spews out of you. "You're planning to take them out aren't you instead of just waiting til the expiration?"

His expression becomes cold and undenying. "Yeah. Eliminate the competition before finding us first." It's nothing personal just business. He turns his attention back to the screen.

You smirk. "Staying two steps ahead. I like it." There was a hint of playful flirting in there but you hope it was masked well enough.

Toji noticed but doesn't react. Not his style to get flustered. He keeps scrolling through profiles instead, taking mental notes of certain names for hits later. The silence stretches again, but there's a charge in the air. Tension that's been simmering for some time now.

You watch him. The way each muscle flexes slightly under his shirt, tightening then relaxing. It's clear he's debating on something internally.

"You always this tense before you go out and get a job done?" You nonchalantly ask, breaking the heavy silence.

His fingers still on the keyboard, not answering you right away. Toji exhales through his nose as if weighing on how honest to be.

"Depends," he finally says. "If it's an easy job, no. But when it's more high risk, then yeah."

Toji leans back slightly. The tension in his shoulders become more noticeable. You get the urge to put your hands on them and massage them . Pushing that thought down you sit up and try to take in how serious he is. Always calculating, preparing for the worst, knowing when to strike; a true assassin.

He senses your movement but doesnt acknowledge it. If anything his shoulders tense more. He focuses on to the screen more intensely, almost ready to make a move and head out. He clicks on another profile. Noticing this you lean forward to where you're almost hovering over him and murmur lowly by his side.

"Relax partner."

Toji goes completely still, his breath hitches imperceptibly then clenches his jaw. The way you used 'partner' it came off too personal than just as a client. He then moves his hands away from the keyboard and slowly turns to face you again.

With the expression he's giving you can't tell if you've done it now and have upset him or not. You force a sheepish chuckle unsure. "Did I break your focus?"

He locks his eyes on to yours. There's no irritation or anger in them. "Yeah, you did," he admits with his voice lowered.

The laptop screen darkens from inactivity and now forgotten. He doesn't pull away from the intense stare he's boring into you. And this made you feel suddenly nervous. You can't help but feel you're about to get the worst of punishments now from doing that.

"But uhh.. why are you looking at me like that.. it was only a little bit of teasing.." You want to look away as to cower away, but you're trapped under his gaze.

He closes the distance instead of answering with words and cups your jaw with hand. Toji brushes his thumb over your cheek testing something. Your heart pounds in your chest.

"What are you-"

His lips crash onto yours before you could finish that, swallowing your words. Toji kisses you like he fights; in control and no hesitation. Your hands go to his shoulders not sure to push him way or not. Sensing your hesitation, he deepens the kiss, tangling his other hand into your hair.

"Toji-" You attempt to protest against his mouth even though you make no effort to push him off.

He doesn't break the kiss as shifts- kneeling in between your legs caging you in. He doesn't have words to give you. Just unleashing this hunger that's been locked away to keep these professional. You're his meal he's been starving for and it's electric. You attempt to protest against his lips again. It only spurred him on more. Toji moves his hand from your face to your waist to yank you up against him.

"H-ha.."

Toji loses whatever shreds of restraint he had left and bites your bottom lip hard enough to make it sting before reclaiming your mouth. His hips grind against yours deliberately, making you feel just how damn hard he is. A half-groan, half-growl rumbles in his throat as the kiss turns filthier by the second.

"Mhh.. please.." You pant against his lips, not sure if you're protesting still or asking for something else entirely.

Your moan wrecks him, doesnt ask what you meant, doesn't need the clarification. His hands become greedy sliding them underneath your shirt, tracing the dip of your waist as he pushes it up to take it off and let it drop to knows where on the floor.

Shirt gone his eyes roam up and down your bra covered tits then lowers again kissing your jaw, down to your neck, biting lightly at the sensitive spot where shoulder meets throat. Each whimper out of you fuels him.

His lips close over the lace of your bra strap and pulls it aside with one tug. The second your tit underneath becomes more visible Toji dives in- hot open-mouth kisses along your collarbone before capturing one hardened nipple through the fabric with his teeth.

"Toji- hha." You yelp in pleasure with a jolt.

That went straight to his cock. Fuck, he likes that. He repeats the action again, biting through your bra then soothes it with his tongue. His free hand slides around your back unclasping your bra with practiced ease. The second it falls away his mouth is fully on you with nothing in the way. A low groan escapes him at the taste of you, his tongue swirls then sucks your nipple hard.

Your eyes struggle staying open from the intense pleasure as you trace your hand down his body to the hem of his sweats. Then lower, cupping over his cock.

Toji gasps, jerking his hips instinctively into your hand, his mouth vibrates against your tit sensing another shock of pleasure through you. For a second he loses focus- too distracted by how good it feels to have you touching him there. But then his hands are everywhere, gripping your waist, sliding to your pants. His mouth finds yours again in a searing kiss as his fingers fumble with the button of your pants.

Moaning into his mouth with each kiss you press your own against his covered cock with each rut, cupping him following with slow rubs, then hooking your finger over the band of his sweats.

He breaks the kiss with a ragged breath, pupils blown wide, his jaw clenches. For once the Sorcerer Killer is at someone else's mercy. A shudder runs through him when you rub just right. Toji impatiently grabs your wrist and press your hand harder against him.

"Quit teasing," he growls before crashing his lips back onto yours.

"Who said I am," you smirk against his mouth then finally tug his bottoms down.

Toji urgently helps you yank them down, kicking them off somewhere near the coffee table without breaking the kiss, leaving him in his boxers. He pulls back to rip your pants off, fingers quick with impatience. The second their off you get up on your knees and press up against the backrest of the rest.

He immediately on you, kissing the back of your neck, hands roaming over every inch of exposed skin. Toji's lips trail down your spine as his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear then yank. Fabric tears slightly from the urgency.

The couch creaks under both of your weight as he presses up against your ass hard and unrelenting while his mouth finds that sensitive spot on the back of your neck.

One hand instinctively holds on to the back of the couch to brace as the other grips his hip. You moan out unfiltered arching back into him. You tug his boxers down, freeing his aching cock completely with a spring from its prison.

Toji groans lowly against your skin, his tip leaking pre, smearing it against your ass cheek then slide his hands to the front of you cupping your tit while the other trails lower. He brushes a single finger along your slick folds without fully pressing down, teasing, soaking you more. He savors how responsive you are beneath him.

"Who's teasing who?" You whimper pathetically parting your thighs more, arching back wanting him.

God. His breath hitches. You sound so wrecked already and he's barely even touched you properly yet.

"Shut up," Toji mutters but there's no bite just heat. He finally presses his middle down your slit, slowly rubbing, testing how wet and needy you are for him.

The second he feels it a dark smirk curls his lips before he bites down on your shoulder and pushes two fingers inside in one slow stroke.

"T-Toji-" You clench around his fingers tightly at the stretch, sucking them in, nearly unraveling then and there.

He's loving how tight youre clenching, how sensitive and reactive you are. He curls them just right watching your back arch like a bow.

"Fuck," he rasps against your skin, kissing the bite mark he left.

His thumb finds your clit and presses down as his fingers start pumping in and out with increasing rhythm. His hips keep you pinned down into the couch from squirming away and take it.

Your hand flies to the back of his head from his hip as your eyes snap shut and clench your walls tighter.

"I cant-" You practically squeal.

Toji feels your body tensing, knowing you're close. "Come on," he urges gravelly with need. His thumb presses harder on your clit while his fingers speed up relentless. He kisses and gently bites down the shell of your ear, pushing you right to the edge.

And when your orgasm crashes through you, clenching around his fingers he groans into your ear. Each whimper and shudder went straight to his cock. He doesn't stop- rides it out with slow, gentle strokes of his thumb until the last wave fades, then finally pulls his fingers away to replace it with something bigger.

He breathes heavy for a moment then surges forward burying himself inside you with one slow, deep thrust that steals the air from both of your lungs.

You hold on to the couch for life bearing through the stretch. "Nhh- didnt think you were this big.." You nearly cry out clenching your gummy walls around him tightly.

"Fuck," he hisses through his teeth, locking his jaw to stop himself from losing control right there. Toji drops his forehead against the back of your head, gripping the couch to anchor himself. God, he wants to ruin you. You're taking him so perfectly it hurts in the best way.

He's still for a moment letting you adjust, breathing hard through his nose. Then experimentally he slowly rolls his hips in a gentle thrust testing how deep he can go before either of you break.

His hips jerk again, pushing even deeper. A rough groan escapes him and bites down on your shoulder again as he finally starts moving, shallow thrusts at first then gradually longer strokes. Each one creeks the couch louder under your combined weight.

"You.. feel.. 's.. fucking.. good.." You practically cry into the cushion of the couch.

"So do you.." he rags into your ski. He's trying to pace himself but the way you feel around him it's destroying his self-control.

Toji's thrusts turn rougher, deeper, faster as he tangles one hand in your hair to tilt your head back for a searing kiss.

"D-Dont stop- like that.." Your moan muffled into his mouth.

Your plea hitting him like a live wire he doesnt stop, picking up the speed more, chasing that frantic rhythm you both crave. The slapping of skin with a plap plap plap, the creek of the couch, and shared moans all blurs together in a haze of heat and friction. Toji's free hand is everywhere, grabbing your hip to angle you just right, squeezing to pull you closer with each thrust. He's losing himself in this and he doesn't care.

Your own heads swims before it blanks getting lost in the feel of him chasing after his release. Your moans becoming screams.

"Toji!"

That sent him over the damn edge. How broken and desperate you sounded- fuuuuck. Toji's hips stutter, slamming a few more punishing thrusts into you then a guttural groan tears from his throat as his hips snap hard and spills deeply inside you. Your body so compliantly still to take every drop he has to give you with each stutter of hip.

And then everything goes still. For a long moment all he can do is pant against your shoulder utterly wrecked by how good that felt then collapses on you without it being crushing. Just exhausted from the intensity and coming down from the high. You shudder under him from the aftershock.

After a moment he snakes his arm around you unconsciously, he can't help holding on to this closeness right now, despite how detached he usually is. Toji lifts his head up and press a kiss against the side of your face. He's not pulling away anytime soon yet.

"You good?" He whispers.

Spent under him and a shaking leaf no words are able to form yet you give him a reassuring nod signaling you are. You're mind is still in a trance. Toji smirks satisfied against your skin then kisses again.

"Maybe you'll think twice now before fucking around and break my focus brat."

Note: Its 5:40 in the morning, just finished and did not proofread yet. Hope you like!

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daddy toji takes his shy gf’s virginity :3

content. mdni. | virginity loss, daddy kink, p in v, missionary, gojo & nanami can maybe hear everything, praise, clit rubbing, etc

based on this request! // written for @cutestgirllyyyuu

a/n: eekkk idk how I feel about this but !!! I initially wrote this as they do it while gojo and nanami are asleep nearby like right there but idk

the apartment was overflowing with testosterone today unfortunately. toji had his friends, nanami and gojo, over to watch some boxing fight.

your boyfriend had insisted you sit by him while you do homework, not wanting to be apart despite the difference in activities. it wasn’t much of a problem for the most part, especially because it allowed you to snuggle up next to him while figuring out complicated equations.

but, being in the presence of his friends made things a little difficult.

you were so shy—as in cheeks always uncontrollably flushing and words only able to come out in awkward mumbles in response to teasing comments they threw at you.

usually you could deal with them commenting on your shyness but today, they’d struck a nerve.

it was late at night now and toji had went to the bathroom which left you with the two men. you kept your gaze stuck to the grid paper on your lap, avoiding their gazes like usual.

still, you couldn’t help but strain to hear their mumbled conversation. gojo who was clearly a little drunk from one too many beers, nudged nanami and gestured towards you.

“think toji even gets close in bed? she seems kinda cold.. in that way, y’know.” he rambled in what you were sure he thought was a whisper. it was in fact much louder than a whisper.

a drunk nanami lightly slapped the back of gojo’s head but it was clear he was stifling his own laughter. “don’t say that. she’s just shy, maybe she doesn’t even wanna lose it with toji.” he mumbled back, taking a swig of his beer.

the conversation died at the hands of another being brought up. you went back to your homework but the comments still lingered in the back of your mind.

after a while, toji finally returned and came back to his seat beside you. upon looking up, you noticed that gojo and nanami were both passed out on the other couch.

you set your pencil down and glanced up at toji who was already looking at you.

“‘ji.. do you think I’m cold to you?” you asked quietly, avoiding being too loud since the others were asleep.

he raised an eyebrow at the random question while his fingers reached down to brush your hair back. “‘course not, baby.”

you thought for a moment and set your homework on the table before leaning over to press your lips to his.

he responded enthusiastically, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue into your warm mouth. the bitter flavor of beer and the familiar taste of toji coated your mouth. the kiss grew desperate quickly from mutual hunger and when you pulled back for air, his gaze was all molten desire.

“what do ya need tonight sweet girl? my fingers or my mouth?” his whisper was hushed, an attempt to stay quiet for the sleeping men.

you smiled innocently but mischief glinted in your hungry eyes. “need something else..” you whispered back a bit shyly and his pupils dilated impossibly with desire.

“what do you mean?” he breathed as you leaned forward to whisper against his parted lips.

“need you inside.. wanna go all the way.” pink bloomed in your cheeks.

when he pulled back to look at you, it was clear his self-control was hanging on by the thinnest thread. still, he tried to appear serious and made sure you were okay—definitely taken aback.

“you sure, sweetheart? we can hold off if you’re not ready. it’s okay.” he reassured in a hushed whisper.

gojo and nanami hadn’t moved a muscle, still in a heavy drunken sleep.

you pouted and nodded, “need you, I don’t wanna wait anymore.” your voice was soft as shyness lingered beneath each word.

a muscle in his jaw twitched a few times and he quickly stood, easily lifting you up in his arms like a bride. the soft mattress sunk a little as he laid you down after entering the room.

“you sure baby?” he asked again but his voice was so obviously filled with desperate need. with a quick nod, your starving eyes watched him undress.

within seconds, toji was hovering over you and his lips were on yours. the kiss was rushed, teeth clashing together and tongues colliding. your lips were wet with spit as he pulled away to press hot open-mouthed kisses to the skin of your neck instead.

“should tell me to stop baby. fuck, don’t know if daddy can hold back.” he rasped lowly, pressing his hips down into yours so his hard bulge was flush against your cunt.

you shook your head as a breathy moan escaped. lifting your hips, you rocked against him with desperation. “don’t hold back. need you so bad daddy.. please.” you whispered shakily.

“gonna be real slow at first, baby.” he promised and wrapped his fingers around his veiny base, nudging your nearly dripping lips. you nodded and stared down at the dirty sight.

he parted your lips with the leaky tip and very slowly eased it inside. “feel okay?” he breathed out, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple.

it was clear that he was seconds from snapping, so close to finally stuffing you.

“feels good. deeper toji.” you encouraged after adjusting, giving him the green light.

he blew out a small breath and pushed in further slowly, watching your face to check for signs of discomfort. instead he just saw a lust-filled expression, captivated by the scene playing out in front of you.

the unfamiliar pressure made your stomach cave with nerves and anticipation. “still okay?” he muttered, voice strained.

you nodded shyly and parted your legs a little more for him. “go all the way..”

he grunted and gripped onto your thigh tightly before slowly pushing each hard inch inside. the stretch was dizzying—it felt like you were being split apart. there was an unmistakable ache, which he was aware of from the slight furrow to your brows.

he hummed lowly and brought rough fingers to your clit, rubbing the swollen nub. “relax f’me sweet girl, it’ll feel better.” he drawled, staring at you darkly.

you nodded, eyes growing hazier at the dual pressure on both your clit and inside of you. the discomfort faded away gradually and was replaced by brain-melting pleasure.

“feels — ngh — better now daddy.” you mumbled, already cockdumb from him bottoming out.

he groaned and slid out halfway before filling you back up quickly while maintaining eye-contact. the look on your face as he fucked you drove him close to insanity.

a soft moan spilled from your lips, no doubt passing through the thin walls.

“so fucking tight.. can barely move.” he panted, pressing his thumb against your clit as he continued his slow thrusts.

you arched off the bed slightly at the unfamiliar rush of pleasure coursing through your entire body.

“mmfh—daddy, harder. don’t stop please.” you begged between breathy moans, fingers curling into the sheets beneath you.

toji breathed hard and complied with the request, turning each thrust harder.

you cried out loudly and instinctively covered your mouth with a shaky hand, remembering the two of you weren’t home alone.

he smiled darkly and took your hand, pinning it down beside your head as his hips slammed against yours. “let ‘em hear daddy tearing you apart for the first time.” he breathed out, earning a soft whimper in response from you.

from there, toji was no longer gentle. he physically couldn’t be. his hips snapped forward roughly as he nearly tore you apart.

the obscene sounds of skin slapping together and loud uncontrolled whimpers flooded the sex-hazed room.

there was no doubting the fact that his friends could wake up and hear you guys at any given moment—if they hadn’t already. the dirty idea only heightened the experience for you both.

toji circled your swollen clit as his cock continued sliding in and out of your slick walls. he caught your moans in his mouth, kissing you and messily sucking on your tongue.

“nngh—so close, daddy!” you cried out shakily as your lips broke apart.

he pinched at your clit harshly while continuously nudging the deepest part of you with his leaking tip. “come on daddy’s cock, baby. let — hah — go for me.” he encouraged in between a rough grunt.

you lifted off the bed with a guttural moan, hand weakly pushing at his abdomen as overwhelming pleasure struck you over and over. your reactions to coming undone made him fall apart just as quick.

he bit down hard on the crook of your neck as he came, squirting his seed deep inside of you. you breathed hard and were nearly shaking from the high, pussy twitching helplessly around his softening cock.

“did so good for daddy, sweetheart.” he whispered, pressing fluttery kisses to the skin his teeth hard carved into.

you were a boneless mess on the bed, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and pure bliss.

“such a good girl, took me so well.” he praised in between gentle kisses to your forehead and cheeks.

he scooped you up into his arms and pulled you in from behind, keeping his cock nestled deep inside of you. you drifted off quickly from his soothing touch and soft praise, limp in his arms.

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getting your period mid sex with older bf!toji ♡︎

effortlessly, your older boyfriend flips your position so you’re on all fours —practically throwing you around like a ragdoll, gripping your hips tightly.

"arch that back for me, baby. atta girl," he rasps, pushing his dick back into your sopping cunt. he delivers a sharp smack to your ass as he does, bottoming out inside of you again.

you moan as he re enters, "mnn—so deep." toji smirks in response, planting one foot on the mattress, knee in line with your lower back. "think this is deep, doll?"

that’s all he says before setting a relentless pace once more, cock hitting the deepest, most delicious parts of you that you can’t reach on your own.

"fuuuckk, such a pretty view every time," he says, voice low and slightly breathy — eyes locked onto the sight of your ass rippling from the contact.

you grip the sheets below you, knees almost bucking from the force of your boyfriend’s thrusts. "ohmygod—right there," you mewl, second orgasm approaching.

"right there, huh? gonna cum on my dick again?" toji groans, heavy balls slapping against your skin.

you nod, pressing your face into the soft pillows beneath you, creamy white rings forming at the thick base of toji’s cock.

"that’s my girl, sound so pretty while i’m wreckin’ this tight pussy."

his filthy encouragement has your entire body tensing, pussy fluttering desperately around every thick, veiny inch of his dick.

barely breaking a sweat, he fucks you through it, slowing his thrusts just enough so he can look down at the mess you’ve made on him.

only he sees something he wasn’t expecting… blood.

"y’okay, princess? anythin’ hurt?" he asks, soothing the skin on your hips with his thumbs.

you whine needily, silently begging for more despite your recent orgasm. "keep going, please—don’t s-stop."

toji rocks forwards a few times, gauging your reactions, unsure as to whether he should mention his recent discovery.

he picks up the pace again, the blood allowing him to slide in and out of you even more easily — the sight making his dick throb with need.

you wanted him to continue, oblivious to the situation, the need to be filled by toji’s load clouding your thoughts. he wasn’t about to ruin this for you by mentioning it. it’s not as if a man like toji was even the slightest amount bothered by a little blood, anyway.

so he keeps moving, snapping his hips forward, low groans escaping him the more he nears his own peak. "gonna—hah—fill this pussy up, feel so damn good, baby."

true to his word, toji snaps, thick, warm spurts of cum flooding your cunt. his thrusts slow again as he comes down, hips stuttering slightly as he empties every last drop inside of you.

leaning in, he presses a tender hiss the small of your back, then pulls out completely. you lay there, boneless and satisfied, rolling onto your back.

then, you open your eyes, seeing the surprising mess you’d made on toji’s dick.

seeing your mortified expression, toji cuts in, reassuring you before you can begin apologising or dying from humiliation. "s’okay, sweetheart. i don’t care."

he gets off the bed, taking you in his arms before carrying you bridal style to the bathroom to clean you up. "don’t start apologising, y’hear me?"

you nod, feeling fresh blood trickle down the inside of your thigh along with your boyfriend’s cum.

"why didn’t you mention it? you could’ve told me-" you say, being set down on the bathroom counter as toji flicks the shower on.

"don’t see what good that would’ve done. you were enjoyin’ yourself, ain’t gonna ruin that over a little blood," he responds, completely unphased.

you smile softly as toji steps between your legs, capturing your lips in a reassuring kiss.

"cmon, let’s get you cleaned up, princess."

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