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🐾 JJK SMAU . . . cw : megumi x fem reader, established relationship, gojo father figure to megumi, nsfw (whimper audio), loser bf x sunshine gf trope. ⠀ ss: 15 — want more? here

context: toji’s a boxer you’re hired to become his new manager. he’d come to take a liking of you, but would you notice?

boxer!toji x manager!femreader — 18+ . age gap (mid 30s & early 20s), fluff + smut, slight angst, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), slowburn, y/n gets assaulted, toji fell first & harder, pet names, eventual confession. wc 7k +

after endless rejections from different corporations, you managed to land a job with shibuya boxing association. you've been applying to become a manager and since you knew a lot about boxing you thought, why not? you've went days without a reply from them until an email comes your way, it states,

hi [yourname],

we're pleased to welcome you to the team. we believe that you'll a strong fit for our company and we're looking forward to working with you. you'll be managing one of our boxer's, toji fushiguro. his schedule will be attached for you to keep track of. you're welcome to start this friday, 4pm. if anything come up, please inform us through this email, thank you. sincerely, SBA.

your mouse hovers over the attached document and it displays a chart of what the boxer's day to day life looks like. he wakes up at 5am, nothing out of the ordinary, and goes for a run to start his morning. he doesn't start actual training till 2:30pm, which you thought was weird but brushed it off. as you continue to browse through the list, you started getting tired and decided that was enough for tonight.

days passed and friday finally arrived. hours before your first day on the job, you were stuck between two pieces: a blazer or a blouse. a blazer would lean into more of a professional look so thats your mouse hovers over the attached document and it displays a chart of what the boxer's day to day life looks like. he wakes up at 5am, nothing out of the ordinary, and goes for a run to start his morning. he doesn't start actual training till 2:30pm, which you thought was weird but brushed it off. as you continue to browse through the list, you started getting tired and decided that was enough for tonight.

days passed and friday finally arrived. hours before your first day on the job, you were stuck between two pieces: a blazer or a blouse. a blazer would lean into more of a professional look so thats what you settled with.

the drive there was gave you goosebumps. you'd usually have music blasting while you sang along way out of tune, but today? you couldn't risk having a bad first impression to anyone there, especially not toji fushiguro. on one of the days you had free, you took the time to learn more about him.

you found out that he went to university of tokyo and was captain of the boxing club, which to no surprise since he went to dominate for years after his graduation. you saw countless photos of him either with a gold medal or a trophy that was worth more than your rent. in every photo he had a smug grin as if he knew he was going to win all along. to say the least toji was a big shot when it came to boxing.

eventually, you made it to the front of the building. from the outside the place was huge and looked a little modern in some bits. all you hoped right now was that you wouldn’t get lost while trying to navigate the place.

when you first walk in, you’re greeted by the clerk who held eye contact all throughout your encounter. you were handed a lanyard with a blank space for your photo but had name right above it. they gave you a small tour around the place, introducing you to your office and other important rooms throughout the building. instead of taking you, the worker had gave you directions on where to find toji, specifically saying, “he’ll be on the 2nd floor, to your right, they’ll be a sign indicating it’s his room.” and left you alone.

it took you a moment to find the escalators again but once you did, you’ve already reached the front of his door. you don’t know why you froze, unable to lift a finger to even knock on the door. maybe it was the anxiety of working with someone so well known like him.

you hadn’t realized the footsteps behind you, slowly approaching closer, just heavily fixated on whats ahead of the door. the large figure noticed you blocks away, unfamiliar with your presence, as expected. he lightly tapped your shoulder to see what you were doing here.

reasonably so, you were startled and when you turned around, you now finally realized that toji was behind you. he easily towed over you with an expression you couldn’t read. he had his jacket slanged over his shoulder while wearing causal white tank gray sweats combo.

your mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words but nothing came out. toji took in the fact that you were shocked and decided to start speaking first.

“who are you? why are you—“ he glanced down at the lanyard dangled across your neck and saw the name he was expecting. y/n, his new manager. he sighed and excused him, “sorry i didn’t know you were my new manager, hi, im toji fushiguro.” he held out his hand for you to take and nodded while giving in.

“y-yes i’m y/n l/n, sorry i don’t usually get this nervous—but i thought you were inside.. so i tried knocking.” he studied your face for a long while, doing his best to hold back any of his facial expressions. he ended up humming and opening his door, waiting for you to step in.

it was a cozy room, more like mini dorm if anything. the room consisted of a small gym, a few dumbbells, a treadmill, and most importantly a boxing ring. there were punching dummies scattered around and opened soda cans left on table tops.

“sorry for the mess.” he muttered, slumping onto the small couch. “i didn’t get a chance to clean up from yesterday.”

“what happened yesterday? if you don’t mind me asking.” you questioned. you stayed standing by the door instead of joining him on the couch.

“nothing serious. i just invited a friend over to spar and had a few drinks thats all.” his eyes shifted towards you. he notice you keeping a professional distance from him.

“do i make you uncomfortable?” his sudden boldness worried you.

“no no i’m fine!!” you quickly shut down but your mannerisms said something else. you’re body was stiff and you kept your hands behind your back. you looked like you forced to be here.

“well you could atleast try to relax, sit next to me.” he suggested, patting the empty space beside him. you were about to argue back on how you couldn’t and it would be improper, but your feet were practically killing you in your heels so you chose to sit. his arms were hung along the back of couch and the closer you scooted, the more you could smell his woody cologne creeping into your nostrils.

as you were distracted, he asked, “so what made you pick the job? doesnt look like you know much about boxing.”the audacity of this man to assume the worst all due to the way you look. “well for your knowledge, my dad was a professional boxer, used to watch his fights and all.” you fought back.

“is that so? whats his name?”

“hiroto l/n”

“wait actually? no wonder your last name looked familiar.” you nodded, grinning with pride. your father did boxing for 20 years until he got into a serious accident and had to retire. you would always be stands, front row, watching your dad as he went to become unstoppable, with a streak no one could break. he was the one to teach you everything you know about boxing.

toji sat up straight now, intrigued to know more. “he’s one of my idols, no way his daughter is my manager.” you giggled, saying, “now you don’t have to doubt me.” toji smiled back you, this smile for some reason felt warm.

the conversation continued as it led into more talks about your father’s life and a little into your personal life. you learnt he was 34 years old and played football before switching over to boxing. you both shared funny moments in high school and college, even discussing your reasons onto why you chose this job.

you were good at managing since you’ve majored in communications. you thought to yourself, why not put together the two best things you’re good at. unexpectedly it dropped you here, with well known toji fushiguro.

luckily for you, your first day wasn’t a complete disaster. your shift ended at 11 pm and as soon as you got home, you went straight back to work. you started on social media accounts, specifically his instagram. no shocker, but he had well over hundred thousand followers. he had a few posts up, some related to boxing, some off topic nature stuff. you left some up while archiving others because they showed his location. his bio was normal, containing the company he was under and his flag.

when you finished going over each account he had, you looked at the new schedule they sent you. this one had the dates of toji’s upcoming matches. you transferred all the dates onto your google calendar and rested afterwards.

today was different, you chose to dress down, a little more casual than yesterday. you’ve arrived early and met toji in his room. tomorrow was the first game you’d get to experience of his in person. you watched a few of his clips and he was extremely talented.

you knocked and the door was unlocked. you walked into him and an unrecognizable man fighting. his head turned for a quick moment but his opponent landed a blow while he was distracted. you jumped back in terror but his mate was laughing.

“oh y/n you’re here.” he said, standing back up and hitting his friend teasingly. “this is sukuna.” you both exchanged some words of greeting before adverting your attention back to toji.

“he doesn’t box professionally but he’s good at fighting.” he steps out the ring, removing his gloves and equipment in the process. “make yourself comfortable, i’ll hop in the bathroom real quick.” and now he left you alone with a man you had just met.

you sat on the same couch, playing with your fingers, hoping he wouldn’t spark up a conversation. “who are you?” the large man spoke. if you thought toji was tall, this man was at least a foot taller than you.

“toji’s new manager.” you whispered.

“ah. i see” he replied, joining you on the couch. “i’m hoping yer nothing like his old one.” you slowly nodded your head, curious on what he meant, you asked him.

“she was weird, hella creepy. i heard she leaked his information when he rejected her.” he answered, casually. when you were about to ask follow up questions, toji returned.

“don’t creep on my manager sukuna.” he accused. he walked over to where you both were, glaring at the two of you.

“right, as if.” sukuna rose and began reaching for what looked like his bag. “i’ll be going now anyways, see ya.” and just like that, it was you and toji again.

“what have you done to prepare for your match?” you questioned. he scoffed, laughing at your genuine but “stupid” question. “nothing but that fight you walked in to. i don’t need to practice much, i’m a natural.”

don’t need to practice? that was ridiculous. even for someone as good as toji, everyone needs to practice. “so then did you study his gameplay?” he shook his head. for someone like him, he seems so sure he could win every match with minimal effort put in. “i think you atleast should. my father used to—“

“listen. you’re not my coach, i don’t think i need help from you.” he interrupted you. his fist slightly clenched and your face noticeably dropped as he completely disrespected you. he noticed right away, looking everywhere but you now, a glimpse of regret on his face.

he coughed up a response, “look, ‘m sorry i didn’t mean it like that. i’m just a little stressed out. i know you’re looking out for me.” you hummed in response. you acknowledged his feelings but stood your ground. although you knew he might be going through something right now, that doesn’t give him the right to lash out on you. “i’ll be going now.” you murmured, getting up and leaving without looking back.

you’ve made it to your office, sighed, and started to settle in. you try and your calm emotions after the previous altercation. in the mean time, you set up some decorations. you had ordered some supplies recently, nothing special, but just enough to make it feel like you.

a couple cat trinkets, framed photos full of memories, and a little mouse pad to top it all off. although you wanted to work, your brain just wasn’t having it. you can’t let go of what toji had said to you.

his words play back in your mind, you try to let it go but you can’t. all you could do now is just push through for the rest of the day.

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the first match you get to experience with toji is today. luckily you didn’t have to pay for tickets since it was covered in your contract. you chose to sit fairly close to the stands to get the best view. you had your notepad ready to jot down plays and techniques for later use.

toji walks in first, all high and mighty, flexing his gains to the crowd as they all roared. his opponent, satoru gojo, was slightly leaner but still fell in the same weight class as him—cruiserweight. he was just as cocky and confident as toji was. you truly wondered who would win, but of course you still secretly rooted for toji.

the round starts after touching gloves, no one’s really making any moves though. gojo gets bold and tries to jab him but toji’s fast reflexes reacted quicker. this goes on for half the round. a uppercut here and there, multiple right hooks from toji but the games still pretty stable. you record some of toji’s flaws down on your pad, even some of gojo’s incase of a rematch one day.

nothing happens, not till toji makes a break for it and manages to get gojo down on the floor. this grabs your attention as the crowd starts to get more hyped. the judges themselves are even getting more things to commentate about. gojo recovers from the impact and wobbly gets back up.

toji throws handful of blows straight to his face, blood seeping through. the referee calls stoppage and both of them take a break at their corners before coming back in.

gojo’s face is visibly more bruised up while toji on the other hand, looks fine besides some light scars he received earlier in the match. toji starts off strong this time, after playing defense most of the match. his specialty is to always tire out his opponents before he hits his strong attacks.

when gojo is distracted, toji sneakily hits with a body shot, making him tumble straight into the ground once again. he’s taking longer to recover this time. the referee counts, one, two, and ten, he’s out. medics rush to the scene while toji’s too busy celebrating.

they check his pulse and evaluate his condition. luckily, he’s still breathing and well but the pain he must’ve endured was brutal. no one backs down from the fight easily when they face toji. they all wanna bring him down, and only in rare cases they do.

you make your way backstage where you’d be waiting for him as he finishes his interview. in your opinion, toji’s win was to be expected. he played it safe and made smart moves out there. although his opponent wasn’t bad, he just wasn’t up to par with him.

you drift off, scribbling little doodles till you hear the creak of the door. toji walks in shirtless, still sweating, but with a smile on his face. you forget about what you were doing previously and watched as he moved around the room. “you see how i did out there?” he grins. of course you did, and he knew you did too. he was shooting small glances throughout the match but you ignored him, still pissed from the day before. “yeah, it was great.”

he finally turns to look at you, a slight disappointment in his eyes. “that’s it? no congrats? no reward?” you froze at his question, a reward? what could he possibly mean by that. you gave what you thought was the best answer, why would he want more that?

“uhh, what is that you want?” you asked.

“lets go out somewhere. lets eat or something, somewhere fun.” he replied. “my old manager always did.”

you nearly flushed. you, out, with him? that was something weren’t expecting. and for him to say ‘his old manager always did’ as way to excuse his request. maybe sure they were up to it, but no way he assumed you would too. “i couldn’t.” you mustered up.

he shrugs, “why not? its my treat.” that was no where near the issue. “i just can’t. what if rumors go around? i can’t deal with hate from both sides.”

“then you’ll get rid of them.” he answered, without a care in his voice. “you’re my manager, its sorta your thing.” with all this convincing he’s trying to do, it doesn’t seem like you’d get him off your case.

in the end, you ended up agreeing to go to a local small italian restaurant. you had told him to wear a disguise, something people wouldn’t see him in. for yourself, you bring a mask. you still couldn’t fathom the fact that this was happening, starting to question if this was even professional.

he shows up a couple minutes late while you’re already seated at a booth. he excuses himself before greeting you. you both ordered and it was so silence between you two, you could hear a pin drop. he orders a medium rare 24 ounce steak with roasted asparagus. you chose to get a cheeseburger alongside a batch of fries.

both of your plates were nearly done with minimal words exchanged. only talked a little about the game from yesterday and whats to come next. “so… what made you late?” you questioned. you didn’t really care but for the sake of the conversation, you still decided to ask. “i had to sort some things out with the company.”

that response perked your interest and you had asked him to elaborate on it. he said a brand had reached out to collaborate with him. he would be featured in a photoshoot alongside other fighters and sell boxers with his name across the band. nothing was finalized as of yet because they wanted to inform you first. they plan to start filming and launching it out within a couple of months.

“i think thats awesome, you should go for it, definitely.” you gleamed. this opportunity would be wonderful for his career, especially since they could market multiple fields. he has a ton of girls he capitalize off of with the boxers, because who wouldn’t want their favorite celebrity crushes underwear with his name on it?

shortly, you both finish your meals. toji effortlessly cleared his plate, with his appetite of a blue whale. you started reaching for your purse before he abruptly stopped you. “i was serious about me covering it, don’t worry.” you had completely forgotten about his promise. the tab wasn’t expensive but you still wanted to pay your part—but not with his attitude you could.

“wait—y/n, before you go, is it possible to get your number?” you’d realized you’ve never exchanged contact information. before you could respond, your phone’s already out, ready to hand to him. he puts in his number, saving himself as “toji fushiguro.” he handed you back your phone, both of you are saying your goodbyes and ever since then, your relationship with toji has never been the same.

the first hangout led to domino effect of many others. you still worked for him of course, but whenever there was time, the two of you spent it together. despite the age gap between you two, you got along with him very fast. he’d constantly take you out with a stupid excuse attached to it. like if you mentioned you were bored, all of a sudden you’re going out to watch a movie together.

there were inside jokes only you guys would understand, small moments where you felt like he almost lingered too close to you. you never wanted to admit this but you were starting to have some sort of feelings towards him, whether they were real or just due to close proximity. this went on for months, you kept getting raises and he kept winning. you both seemed to be the happiest in the world right now.

the week of the promotion starts and you’re both excited as this is his first brand deal. the two of you were driven there by SBA’s chauffeurs and arrived on time. the whole ride you and toji were giddy.

you’re greeted by multiple professional men in suits who lead you to another room while toji would get ready. the other men were already there with their managers, or coaches, you wouldn’t know. they were dressed accordingly and looked ready to be shot. you waited a corner with head hanged low, arms crossed. you didn’t expect anyone would try to speak to you but you were wrong.

a foreign man starts making his way towards you, “hey beautiful.” you tried to ignore him but he kept grilling you. “whats wrong? don’t wanna chat?” you nodded your head, hoping now he’d take the hint but that only angered him more. he sucked his teeth and balled up his fists.

he started to become physical, yanking you so you’d face him now. everyone’s eyes just happen to be everywhere else but here. you yelped and fell back. he instantly became startled by your reaction, backing up now. it wasn’t till now that someone finally stepped in. toji came in storming towards you completely, ignoring the guy. he helped you up and checked for any signs of harm done to you.

you’ve never seen toji’s eyes filled with so much rage. even during fights his face was filled with determination, nothing like this. he looked back at the guy, giving him only a glare which made him back off.

your eyes were watering now but toji didn’t let the tears fall. “cmon i know you’re stronger than this doll. don’t let him get to you, i’ll deal with him.” he promised, holding you close. too caught up in the moment, you had completely discarded the pet name he’d given to you. you wished you could stay like this a bit longer but someone had called him to get ready. he held you a bit longer before asking you to wait for him.

you don’t get to see him again until an hour and a half later when everything’s done. the ride back was quieter. you avoided all talks about the situation while you resting your head against the window. you don’t notice when toji whispers something to the driver and takes a different route. you practically doze off and as you’re gaining consciousness again, you feel toji’s arms coming to grab you. instinctively, you flinch and that scares him as well.”

“oh shoot, sorry y/n. didn’t mean to scare you. i was just bringing you in.” what does be mean bring you in? you had remembered, you have no idea where you were and you questioned him. “my home, don’t worry.” in any case, that makes you worry even more because why were you here. you don’t have room to sit here and look stupid so you get out the car anyways.

toji helps you through his front door and the entrance to his house screams extravagant. you knew he had money but this was better than you expected. he lays you down on his couch while he sits across from you. for a moment the two of you don’t talk. he knows you probably don’t want that right now and waits for you to make the move.

eventually he quietly leaves the room and disappears for a while. you take it upon yourself to rest. his couch is comfortable and you fall asleep suddenly. what you don’t know is what toji’s doing why you’re gone. what he snuck off to do was prepare a meal for the two of you. he doesn’t usually cook dinner himself since he has personal chefs to do so. for now, he wants you to this.

you awaken to the smell of freshly cooked chicken plated right in front of you. eyes still full of sleep, you murmured incoherent words as if he’d understand. “i made us dinner.” he calls out, leaving once again to grab some utensils. you’re sitting right side up now, back slumped into the seat. toji’s comes back, welcoming you with a smile.

“i think i’m ready now, but i don’t wanna talk about anything to do the situation.” he hums while approaching you. he hands you your plate as he sits with you. he understands that you’re probably not in the mood to talk about the assault you just experienced and he’s not about to force you to. instead he puts on a silly comedy show to lighten up the atmosphere. you take small bites of the food and you’re whole expression had changed. surprisingly, toji was an amazing cook. you complimented his cooking and you swore you could see his face getting redder.

even as close as you’ve both gotten, you both kept a respectful distance between you two. you didn’t let the age gap between you guys get to you. you thought it would be awkward being his manager and being so far apart in age but it was the complete opposite. he’s almost like nothing compared to the guys your age.

he sat a couple inches away from you, just admiring show while shooting glares your way. you don’t notice as you’re too intrigued with whats in front of you—the tv and food. as time passed, you get carried away and drifted back into slumber. he tried not disturbing you as he lifted you up like you were nothing and taking you to his bed. his room was upstairs and he had no issues taking you there. he hops in the shower for a quick wash before sleeping in the living room himself. he only had one bedroom so he made sure to let you have it.

when you awaken, you’re faced with an room you didn’t recognize. you looked around, trying to look for clues until you remembered last night. that was right, toji brought you home. wait? toji brought you home? that couldn’t have been right. you quickly checked your phone and saw today was tuesday, your off day. with no time to ponder, you were on your way downstairs in hopes of finding him. you check the bathroom, nothing. the living room? nothing. but when you start to make your way to the kitchen, there he is. shirtless, with nothing on except for his boxers.

he looks just the same as when he’s in the ring, this time more calm. he seems to be cleaning the dishes leftover from yesterday. you sneak up to him, calling his name and he looks over his shoulder. “morning. how’d you sleep?” he asked, nonchalantly. “just fine. what about you?” you replied. you wanted to ask how you got in his bed, even more importantly why you’re here. you didn’t expect to get this close with him and be okay with it.

“when i’m done, i’ll drop you home okay? i got some things i need to take care of.” he says, being way too focused on the soap filled sink in front of him. you excused his lightly different behavior and thank him before waiting for him at the dining table. you watched as he carefully set aside each dish to dry and put them back in the cabinet.

he signals you to let you know he’s ready. for some reason whenever you’d spark up a conversation, he kept it short, only responding with minimal amount of words. you brushed it out and thought he’d be better later.

oh boy were you wrong. it doesn’t take long. you were only home for a few hours and you chose to scroll on twitter. in the midst of doing so, you come across a video that includes toji’s name in the caption.

“famous boxer, toji fushiguro fighting ─── ─────, but outside the ring.”

you take a closer look at the footage and see that it’s the same guy who had catcalled you yesterday. you were livid, not only at the man but at toji. he decided to go out there and beat him. of course you knew why he would, but that doesn’t excuse the fact that someone could’ve easily recorded him like this. you called him multiple times, first going to voicemail. you bombarded him with messages asking where he is and questioning him on his actions. you wanted to make sure he was safe but also interrogated him.

as his manager he left you in a sticky situation. you had to find a way to slow down the coverage this video was getting. his social media pages were now getting comments filled with hate from those who are oblivious. you turn them off temporarily before trying to call him again. once again, no answer. you check to see and you’ve gotten a voice memo from him.

“y/n, fuck. i know i fucked up. i’m sorry—aha, i’m really not. i shouldn’t be, we both know what he did, hell he should be dead but here i am. this probably looks bad on you, i’m sure, but i’m the one who did it, you don’t have to fix my mistakes. you don’t gotta worry about him anymore. he’s—fuck it. i’m coming over, don’t freak out, just let me in.”

his voice throughout the whole recording sounded raw and exposed. he was panting as if he was out of breath from running. you kept replaying it just to hear if he’s safe.

you’re pacing back in forth in your kitchen, waiting for the door to make noise, any movement or a sign that he’s here. your wish is granted and here comes toji, bulging in the already opened door. you instantly stopped and turned around. there he was, skin glistening with sweat and face slightly teared up. you ran to him and he caught you in his arms. you knew this was wrong, you both did, but it didn’t stop you now or ever.

he could see how stressed you were from what happened and that wasn’t his intent. he just wanted to make sure the person who hurt you most, wouldn’t dare to do it again.

you were too engulfed by him to remember that you’re upset at him. you immediately pushed his chest and darted back. you stared at for a long time, almost as if you didn’t recognize him. he opened his mouth to speak but you interrupted asking, “why would you do that? how did you even find him?? did you track him down?” you spurred out, desperate for an answer. he moves closer to you, his hand running through his hair. “i wanted to protect you. i did it to protect you.

you let out a breathy laugh. everything he was saying just didn’t make sense to you. “you already did fushiguro. now you went out and ruined your image, for me.” his face tightened from the new profound name you’ve gave him. you never once have you referred to him by his last name so now it feels like a punch to the chest. “of course i did it for you. you were hurting and i couldn’t stand to see you like that” he argued back. his face softened once more when he saw that he’s talking to you.

he knew he sounded a bit selfish at the moment but that’s how he truly felt. “well next time, know that i don’t need saving.” you tried to turn your back and walk away from the situation but he didn’t let you. he held on to your wrist, bringing closer now.

the warm lights illuminate the room. you couldn’t bear to stare at him right now. “cmon y/n. look at me.” you still refused, looking at the floor instead.

“don’t do something stupid like this and say you did it for me.” you mumbled. “you’re throwing away what you built for me, don’t do that.”

he looked at you even harder now, you looked like you were in pain, like something was eating you up. he could tell you felt bad for him but wouldn’t dare to admit it. he held your chin and brought it up so you could see him again. “what i just did was nothing, i’d do anything and more for you.”

and thats when it happens—where you both realize what you’ve been feeling all along. you both don’t say it but you know what’s on your mind. you especially didn’t want to acknowledge it. no way you fell in love with him, the man you’ve been working alongside all this time. he was supposed to be someone you looked after, that’s why you pushed all romantic thoughts you had of him. now you didn’t have to because it’s mutual.

he shifted between your eyes and lips, taking a deep breath before leaning in. the kiss was rough and left no room for air. the wait is what made the kiss feel so rushed and impatient, you both had no time to waste. your strawberry flavored lipgloss felt like heaven against his. he bit and sucked your lips just to taste the sweetness again. you pull back first, mumbling his name but he moves both your bodies back against the wall before bringing you back in.

one of his hands rest at your waist while the other grips your neck. he easily swallows all your moans, fingers tracing your non-prominent adam’s apple. his grip on ur neck is snug as he’s grinding up against you. toji pauses for a moment to ask, “where’s your room?” and you led him without saying a word.

everything was moving so quickly you had no time to react. first you were thrown on the bed, lightly but still impactful, then you were completely naked under toji. your favorite thing about him is his musk smell. it always threw in you in a trance ever since you met him and you’re sure he had caught onto you.

he starts licking and grazing his teeth along your inner thighs meanwhile still keeping that same pressure on your neck—you were constantly gagging but that was the fun part.

as much as he wanted to continue teasing you, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer and neither could you. he grabs the base of his heavy, girthy dick and lines it up between your folds. his dick glazes over your wet pussy, dripping and aching for him.

“were you always this wet for me? can’t believe i had you waiting this long, you poor thing.” you whined at his words. they stung but they only wanted you to have him more. even through his mock sympathy, you found pleasure in his condescending tone.

he goes in, slowly, before bottoming out. he groans as he finally felt you, for real this time. the stretch made you throw your head back and prepare to grip the sheets. his size was surprising. he was practically the size of your forearm. that didn’t scare you though, you let him keep going.

he looks at you below him, all teary eyed but still beautiful, practically beaming in his perspective. you give him the okay to start moving and that’s when you realized you fucked up. his strokes were aggressive, almost barely missing your cervix. “mm fuck ma you feel so, can’t even describe it.” his voice is low and deep, right next your ear while he has you pressed up against the bed. he fits so perfectly inside you, all snug, like he was made for you.

shivers were sent straight through your body as he kept his relentless pace. you moaned, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as his gaze never left yours. “t-toji please—” you choked out. sweat was dripping down from your forehead, landing right between the mess you both were making. you involuntarily cross your legs around his waist, bringing him in closer than before.

“please what? use your words for me doll.” you tried your best to ask again but the words are stuck in your throat. he lets out a deep sigh, chuckling and barely holding his composure with you. he knew what you wanted, he just still wanted to here you say it. as spoiled as you are, he obeyed, moving rough, and fast, as if you two don’t have the entire world.

his steady rhythm throws you off completely. he could sense the way your pussy drips around his cock, your sweet juices coating his girth with a mixture of his. you’re too distracted, too slumped to notice every little pulse and flutter your walls around his massive length. you’re spurring inaudible words as the sensation takes you over.

“ah—you’re so big… too much, fuck it’s too much...” you pleaded.

toji’s name is being moaned in a mantra. your bodies, warm and bundled up together. he kissed you previously left tears away, whispering sweet nothings as his body did the complete opposite. how could he be so sweet and cruel at the same time. you tried turning your head to face away from him, but toji immediately stopped you. “no no don’t hide yourself ma, i wanna see all of you.” you nodded profusely, taking in his orders. “so cute, don’t take this away from me.” he leaves little rubs against your skin.

every attempt of hiding some part of you was shut down. you couldn’t even hide your embarrassing moans anymore without him threatening to stop. “let me hear how good i make you feel, okay? that okay with you?” he chuckles, a breathless sound. you can’t help but listen.”

toji’s grip on your waist tightened, you could feel the bruises incoming tomorrow. he’s moving a bit different than how he was earlier, like he’s hungrier, close but far from release. you were almost there, your core tightening as well.

you brought your lips closer to his ear and whispered, “i-im close toji—fuck—make me cum, i need it please.” you pathetically begged for it, not your proudest moment, but you couldn’t care less. he groans in response as you fueled him even more.

he rammed his cock even further down, chasing that feeling. he tried to remain eye contact but it was too much for him, he was already gone, shoving his hot warm cum straight to your womb while clawing at your skin. you were just looking so pretty and soft under him, like a doll he always called you. he couldn’t last another second inside you when you’re begging and looking all perfect for him.

he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t waiting for this moment. yes, it’s wrong to prey on someone like you but he didn’t once feel guilty. you were what he was looking for in life, there was no way he was letting you go, especially not now.

you whined, feeling all cozy inside. you weren’t far behind him, releasing your own wave of gushing, eyes shut. he didn’t pull for a moment, embracing you completely. you opened your eyes to see toji looking at you with unmistakable warmth.

he brushed back loose strands behind your ears and cupped your face before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

you were both flushed, not knowing what to say while covered in slick and sweat. he parts from you slowly, before cradling you in his arms. “you did good y/n—even better than good, amazing.” you smiled, feeling your cheeks warm up again and you avoided eye contact again.

“aye what did i say about that?” he faced you once more. “look at me when we’re talking ‘kay?” you rolled eyes but listened anyways. the two of you were too carried away in each other’s arms to remember the mess you both left. you sighed, frustrated but toji came up with an idea. “want me to clean you up?” you agreed and thought he’d come back quickly but instead he had other plans.

he unraveled himself and got straight to work, back on your pussy. he laid his long tongue flat and licked what you two had left over. this caught you by surprise and you quickly tried to push him off you.

“toji! no it’s okay! i don’t need cleaning like this!” you argued, pushing his head away but those efforts fell short. he continued to use his tongue precisely to make sure you’re really getting clean. instead of fighting it, you gripped his hair by the strands and forced him deeper. his low hums reach your eardrums, you’re enjoying this way more than you should.

his rough hands come to spread you even further. he lifts his head up for a moment and watches you be a mess under his control. hair unkept, hands following whatever you could find, truly under his spell.

using his fingers, he rubs your clit so lightly, you’re aching for more. he takes a deep breath before diving right back in. the familiar sensation is crawling back. you can’t be bothered to let toji know as he’s fucking his tongue deeper in you. “t—toji wait.. i—” you tried warning him. once again he doesn’t budge.

he groans having to be engulfed in your sweet pussy. “who knew you’d taste so good too.” you squeal as he shamelessly confesses his thoughts.

he could tell another one was coming and does his best to relieve you, putting in extra pressure on what you were already getting. his fingers pinching your clit while his other hand rests at your hips. this feeling was different from earlier, something was off. “i feel weird.” you voiced.

he hums, letting you know he heard you. “it’s okay ma, just let go, i got you.” you questioned if you should even trust him but you body stopped you before you could.

"toji, oh my god—i can’t, stop. i'm gonna cum, please.." he takes your pleas as a sign he should keep going. his fingers find their way inside you again, suddenly they’re already hitting the spongy area, setting your eyes straight back to the your head.

he looks at you with hunger in his eyes as you continue to beg and moan his name louder.

"'m cumming!" is all you can say as you gasp, squirming while squirt gushes from your cunt. you don’t realize how much came out, some of it even getting on his face, but he doesn’t care. he begins rubbing your clit, watching as your squirt splashes around.

once he thinks you’re done, he licks his lips and fingers, leaves your cunt puffing. you were so out of it, your chest was heaving and your vision was blurry. toji rubs your thigh to help you calm down, leaving small kisses across your collarbone. he waits for you to recover so he could carry you to the living room.

he actually cleans you up this time and finds a change of clothes for you. he rummages through the comforts to get you back in his arms.

you were afraid of what the world would think of you. his fans, the company, everyone. something like this being revealed to the media, you couldn’t imagine. you know he wouldn’t care and just brush them off saying, ‘they’ll judge anyways, lets just be ourselves.’

“we should’ve done this earlier pretty.” he whispered into your hair. “i’ve liked you for a while now, ever since the italian restaurant. i tried to hide it but i’m glad i stopped now.” you’ve felt the same way as him, maybe not as long as him, but there was always something about him. he attracted you in ways you couldn’t explain, sure the age gap repelled you a bit, but right now, none of that matters.

“i like you too toji.” you admitted.

“how much?” you’ve giggled at his ridiculous question. “a lot. you better like me a lot too.”

🗯️ JJK SMAU... you prank your boyfriend into believing he forgot a date that was "planned."

CW : jjk men x fem reader, reader is a ragebaiter and bratty, fluff, teasing, brat tamer toji & sukuna

includes: satoru, suguru, namami, toji, choso, sukuna

sub choso x fem reader. choso is crying, oral (f received), mean reader, teasing, choso is pathetic ngl, mommy kink, degradation & praising. 18+ ⠀ wc: 1k

“y/n no—baby please i-i’m sorry.” he barely manages to get out. your sweet boyfriend choso has been crying ever since you got here because you raised your voice ever so slightly. he had always been sensitive but to this extent, you couldn’t say. while in bed, he nestled his head against your chest, pressing full force as tears tumbled. you never knew you could get a reaction like this out of him.

you only had gotten mad because before work you had asked for one thing, one thing only from him, and he couldn’t even do that. you don’t ever mean to get angry at him or even yell but today you were just out of it. god knows how long you’ve been waiting to get home. all you wanted was a peaceful evening after hours of stressful clients & overbearing coworkers.

“choso, i’m not mad at you, just disappointed. why didn’t you listen to me?” you cooed, letting your fingertips slip into his fluffy hair. you could feel his chest heaving from the pain of letting you down. “look at me cho.”

bestfriend!yuta who first saw you at a party. it was a college dorm party and he was dragged by his friends. he spotted you by the drinks and the whole night, his eyes never left yours. ever since then you’ve both been inseparable.

bestfriend!yuta who never lets you fail a test no matter how lazy you are. he’s dedicated to helping you study since you’ve complained about other methods. you went from C’s to rarely getting below an A.

bestfriend!yuta who eats lunch with you everyday. always at the same designated spot, always offering to pay. you tried to shut him down a couple times but the frown that appears on his face makes you give in. regardless, you find a way to make it up to him.

bestfriend!yuta who binge watches anime with you. as a nerd yourself, you like to watch anime from time to time but lately it’s been getting boring by yourself. when you brought the issue up to him, he decided to be there anytime you wanted to watch your “silly shows” he calls them. yuta may pretend he’s not interested however when his favorite character dies, he’s bawling on your shoulder.

bestfriend!yuta who blushes whenever someone mistakes you two as a couple. he never gave it much thought till his friends kept teasing him. yuji would make jokes on how “you both are always attached by the hip” or megumi being practically convinced something is going on. you would brush it off but in the back of his mind, he prayed you secretly reciprocated.

bestfriend!yuta who never forgets “important dates.” days like your birthday, of course he remembered but on days like “national best friend day” he’d make sure you spend the whole day with you, ignoring even his day 1s. you found it cute and questioned him on the matter but he just laughed and said you deserved it more.

bestfriend!yuta who would drop everything if it meant you needed him. his phone is on do not disturb mode but has it so your notifications bypass it automatically. one day while you were at a bar, you felt uncomfortable as a random guy wouldn’t leave you alone. you snuck to the bathroom for a moment and texted yuta what happened. within minutes he was there, dragging you out—completely ignoring the guy shouting your name.

bestfriend!yuta who defends you even when you’re not around. he overheard people from your class talking about you behind your back. they talked about how you’re lazy and barely do any work. even though yuta knew it wasn’t his place to step in, he did so regardless.

“y/n is the smartest person i know, you guys don’t know what you’re talking about!”

bestfriend!yuta who tries to become more obvious with his crush on you. instead of just hanging out with you occasionally, he’s asking everyday now. everyday it’s a new excuse on how he wants to watch this new movie with you or take you to the same restaurant you’ve been going to ever since you both became close.

bestfriend!yuta who one day gets fed up on waiting and kisses you. it was at your dorm watching anime, per usual, till he loses focus on the screen and stared at you instead. you don’t notice him for a sec, too distracted by the fighting scene. he pauses the show and before you could argue, he grabs your chin and leans in. you don’t kiss back immediately which frightens him to pull away. you both don’t break eye contact with each other and the silence is deafening. you opened your mouth to speak but yuta beats you to it, repeatedly apologizing and rushing out your door.

bestfriend!yuta who knocks on your door the day after to clear the air. he starts off by confessing his true feelings for you from the start. he rambles on about how he’s sorry he forced himself on you and understands that you don’t like him and is alright with being just friends if that’s okay with you. you deny all he had said and shared you also had feelings for him. by the end of the conversation you’re both hugging and sharing a kiss together.

bestfriend!yuta who is now your boyfriend and flaunts you around to anyone he can. he reintroduces you to everyone as his girlfriend. he can’t help but to see you as a prize he could’ve believed he won. all the activities you both did that were platonic at the time, turned into cherished memories with him. dates now had flowers with them, anime nights now ended with you cuddled up on his lap. he couldn’t ask for anything more now that he’s the happiest man in the world.

context: you’re dying to see your boyfriend, sukuna, as a catboy. will he or will he not fulfill your fantasies?

cw: fem reader x sukuna | fluff & smut, mentions toys (not used), p in v, unprotected sex, switch(?) sukuna, sukuna is easy & desperate, aftercare, intended lowercase. ⠀ ⠀ 1.2k wc

your tiktok feed is more than just shameful. for the past few days you’ve come across multiple videos of submissive men—even catboys. the more you’ve looked, the more intrigued you become to see your boyfriend sukuna in their place.

without thinking twice, you purchased a pair of cat ears, alongside a tail. you knew from the start it would a hassle to even get your boyfriend to glace at them. but with no risk, there’s no reward.

the day came and you wanted to surprise him. before you could finish setting up them up, you hear the door creak.

“y/n? where are you?” he greets out, expecting you to be at your usual spot, the living room.

“come to the bedroom!” you yelled right back. in a matter of seconds, you saw his large figure approaching. he stepped inside and the first thing he noticed was the ears.

the cat ears sat at the edge of the bed with the tail still left in the box. the scene looked more sinister than any sex toy could display.

“oh?” he questioned. “is this for us?” his face went from confused to aroused in a matter of seconds.

his brain went through many scenarios of when he’d use the accessories on you. maybe he’d use them in pet play? or even as a punishment for when you misbehave.

you grinned at his naive expression, knowing he wouldn’t expect whats to come. “welll, not exactly.”

sukuna quickly snaps back to reality. he raises you a confused brow, waiting for you to continue.

“it’s for you, mainly.” you managed to get out. you could feel your face slowly getting hotter as sukuna starts to move closer.

at first you couldn’t read him. his eyes shifted from the box to your face, trying to piece this together but as he saw ur expression hadn’t changed, he realized you were serious.

“baby what? you got to be joking.” he says, trying to laugh it off. his pale cheeks turn a bright shade of pink, looking everywhere but you now. you could tell by his mannerisms that this situation has triggered him.

“why on earth would i wear…” he turns his focus back onto the monstrosity, “that.”

“because its cute kuna!” you whined. “i want you to wear it!”

“i’m not wearing that y/n. i swear to—“

when sukuna wasn’t looking, you quickly place the cat ears onto his head, tiptoeing higher than you possibly could. you snickered looking at him. he looked so soft and cute, nothing like how he usually portrays himself.

sukuna is tough. a seven foot man, of course you’d never thought to see him like this.

he’s stunned. he stands still, facing the mirror, looking at the situation you’ve put him in.

“babe. what the fuck..”

“you look cute right?” you smiled.

“i’m taking this off now. this is ridiculous.” as he reaches for the headband, you instinctively pushed him, making him land on the bed.

“leave it on still. we haven’t done what i wanted yet.” you frowned.

“and that is?”

“fuck, y/n.” he groans out. you’ve been riding him for what felt like forever, straddling him with ur thighs spread wide over his hips. the room was now filled with the sounds of your shared muffled moans between you two.

he’s so hard, you could feel him pulsing inside you as you continue to sink down. a small whimper almost escapes his throat but bites his bottom lip to silence it.

the overstimulation is starting to build up again from the previous highs. you lazily readjusted his ears as they almost fall off. he lets himself relax as you’re having your way with him.

you cupped his face and kissed him passionately. he moves at your pace, hands flying to your waist. “shit.. don’t stop.” he whispers, and you don’t plan to soon. sukuna grunts, low and pleased, watching you with hungry eyes as you drag your needy pussy against him.

you finally broke the kiss, trail of saliva still connected to your lips to sukuna’s as you pulled away. his head’s resting against your neck, licking and leaving marks while relentlessly thrusting up to match your rhythm.

“you look so pretty sukuna..” you breathed.

“i don’t ‘look’ pretty. i’m too tough for that.” he argued back. even while pleasing, he can’t take a compliment. to catch him off guard, you rolled your hips more, clenching around him. he groans in response to it and holds your waist tighter.

“please y/n, cmon.” you hear him faintly whine. “im so close..” sukuna rarely even begs. he’s never really been vulnerable with you, not till now atleast. you can’t deny especially when he’s more desperate than usual.

“fuck, baby.” he says almost inaudibly. sukuna clenches his jaw, like he’s trying so hard to keep going. his head lolls back as he’s slowly losing himself in you. “me wearing these cat ears got you all worked up huh? tryna take me out baby.”

you hear him muttering under his breath, hinting he could be losing it. his hands find his way on your ass and starts forcing you to speed up. “fuckfuck, w-wait.” you moaned, taken aback by the sudden strength.

you try to catch up as he’s slamming you roughly on his cock, head over his shoulder panting loudly. “ugh.. fuckkk kunaa.” you whimpered in his ear. the smacking sound of skin echoed across the room as he continues without a hint of stopping anytime soon.

without a warning he crashes lips with you once more, inserting his tongue just to mess with you. your stomach was tightening and you could feel the orgasm building up again.

you pull back to warn him, “i-im close now too..” you say barely above a whisper but he heard you. “i know princess, i got you, let go for me.” he replies. it only takes a few more thrusts from him to make you come again. overwhelming pleasure washes over your body with sukuna still at it.

he doesn’t stop but goes at slower pace to chase own his release. he’s careful to not overstimulated you. shortly he finishes inside you, holding you closely to his chest as his biceps smother you. you could feel his heart racing with your heart too.

you both don’t move for a while, letting each other catch your breath. you notice him glancing at something on the floor, realizing he’s looking at the tail.

“dang we forgot the tail.” you noted sarcastically.

“yeah, no. that wasn’t going up my ass. respectfully.” he scowled. “but you could take it right?”

you jokingly punched his shoulder at his suggestion. “cmon man up and take like a champ.”

“you’re so funny y/n.” he says, completely disregarding what you’ve said. “let me get you cleaned up okay?” you hummed. he lays down comfortably against the silk sheets as you waited for him.

you see sukuna come back with a glass of water and a damp cloth. you sit up while he hands you the cup. “make sure to drink.” he says, softly cleaning around your thighs and down to your private area.

“thank you kuna..” you murmured. “so sweet, a real catboy. you even kept the ears on for me.” you beamed.

“yeah yeah, aren’t i great.” you hear the sarcasm in his tone but nonetheless, he continues bathing you, leaving light kisses along your curves.

“that you are.” you said, caressing his jaw. you both looked at each other deeply, letting time just pass by. with sukuna, he couldn’t even say no to the stupidest things.

no matter what you do, choso won’t let you spend your own money. yes he knows you don’t need his money and yes he knows you could take care of yourself but regardless, he rather go broke than see you pay for anything.

this habit of his started since the beginning of the relationship. you’d pay for something as simple as ur nails and a frown would appear on his face while you used your card. all he wanted was to “spoil” you but he never seen it as just spoiling.

he sees it as his duty to provide for you and if he couldn’t do that, he thought he was useless.

he’d shower you with gifts, never expecting anything back, just doing it to see you happy.

🪽 JJK SMAU . . . you two aren’t necessarily together but definitely not single either . he won’t let you go and you can’t seem to either .

CW : sukuna x fem reader, a lil toxic on both sides, talks abt oral (nsfw), kys joke, fluff, angst, like highkey ooc, teasing ss: 16 — want more? here

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𐔌 ⠀˙ ⠀ ⟡ ⠀@ ⠀ crushing on you ⋆ ⠀ 𐦯

cw: ⠀ nerdjo x fem reader, ⠀ fluff, ⠀ college setting, eventual confession, tutor gojo, reader is “failing”, shyish gojo, kissing, shoko as a side character, clingy gojo if u squint. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ wc: 2.4k

the first day you stepped into ur biochemistry class you knew it was gonna fuck you over. no matter what you did, no matter how much effort you put in, it just never seemed to stick.

you were starting to give up, thinking that barely passing with 60s would be enough. this was truly worse than you thought.

“i think we just need to lock in more.” is what your friend shoko said. the two of you met up at the local library on campus to study for the upcoming exam.

“i think you got it all wrong shoko..” what ur friend failed to realize is how shes 10x smarter than you. whenever she swore she bombed a test, it came back with 90s, even 100s but u guess her efforts paid off unlike yours. “i think i just need a tutor at this point.” you muttered. you didn’t want it to come down to this.

and honestly that seemed like the last resort. “i do know someone who’s good with this stuff & teaching” shoko suggested. perfect. someone good at the subject and could teach you it? before you could think, you’re begging her for their number.

jujutsu kaisen

⌗ — satoru gojo .

crushing on you

⌗ — toji fushiguro .

secret between us

⌗ — kento nanami .

more than overtime

⌗ — ryomen sukuna .

situationship w/ sukuna (txt) homemade catboy

⌗ — choso kamo .

undeniable proof , wet for me

⌗ — yuta okkotsu .

can’t be more than friends ?

⌗ — megumi fushiguro .

texts w megumi as his bubbly gf

⌗ — misc. / multi .

ready for the date ? (txt)

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ꪆৎ ⠀ ⋮ ⠀ MORE THAN OVERTIME

cw : husband nanami x fem reader — fluff & intended lowercase

kento namami, per usual, comes home late and today was no exception.

it was 11:30 on the dot & some nights you had no issue staying up and waiting for him but tonight he was running late. you had called him roughly 2 times and the last going straight to voicemail. you tried asking his coworkers but all you got was, “i hadn’t seen in hours” from gojo, and shoko was just as confused as him.

what bothered you the most wasn’t that he could be out there cheating, no you knew he was better than that. even on his worst days you wouldn’t haven’t gotten an attitude from him. it was the fact that you nor anyone else could tell you where he was. all you hoped for was him to make it home safely.

as you were about to sleep, you hear keys jangling. the noise triggered you to rush to the door. before you could make it you noticed nanami’s figure stepping inside.