#bunny write

Summary: You meet Hajime Kashimo, a reincarnated sorcerer from the Edo period, renowned for his strength and unique cursed energy, you meet the odd man through an attempted fight (which you lose) and he insists that there's only one way he could spare your life

A/N: Finally learnt how to get a gradient, and a banner in place. Holy shit am i slow, i will update my naoya and sasori fic someday. VIRGIN KASHIMO IS CANON PEOPLE!!!! (i severely doubt the strongest sorcerer of the edo period ever got pussy tbh)

Tags: Semi-Public Sex, Violence mentioned ( Hajime's previous fights), Explicit sexual content, Kashimo x Reader, Consent is slightly confused (just for a bit though), Reader hates their life, Reader hates themselves and dislikes the decisions they've made in the first half only, Unrequited Yearning (from reader) this behaviour goes completely unnoticed by Kashimo.

Toyko No.2 Colony. The sky as bleak could be, not a single star painting the black void. You wandered through the streets. The lack of noise , once something you would have found comforting now ate away at your ears, the only sound you find is your own heart-beat and soon that too made you restless. The streets used to bustle with city life, flashing signs and chatty people, all eating, drinking, buying, selling, talking, arguing. All humans with hobbies and hates and not a single one to be found anymore, all signs of chatter stopped, like this place was never inhabited anyways. You missed all of it, even the dickhead people who used to shove you, you'd do anything to be reasonably irritated even for a minute. That hope seemed all but wishful thinking now, only a memory from a life-time away.

The repetitive motion of walking was all you did now, taking your legs to wonder from there to there, turning yourself back and forth until your legs gave out. Your knees ached and your feet throbbed in pain. You kept going, kept walking until you no longer could. Your energy felt drained and your body begged for rest as the drowsiness dropped on your eyes. Finding yourself at a stream, you finally gave up and your body slumped down, completely lax in a way that felt forced like a dropped doll more than anything. You stared up at the sky, wanting to blame something, anything, for why it turned out like this. Why were you stuck in this shitty colony, why weren't you let go? Why couldn't you be strong like the rest? What good did it ever do for you to stay here? You felt angry, angry that the gods had cursed you to this place, you had done no wrong and you were getting punished, how was that ever fair? A wail of despair left your tongue as you thrashed on the grass, pulling out it's tufts in anger. You were tired, so so tired. You don't know why you did that, it only felt worse. Curling your body, you closed your eyes, ready to let slumber take you. One deep breath in became two, your chest heaving with every one you took.

You still couldn't sleep, something felt off. Your head shot up, the air smelt like....ozone? No, something smelt of ozone, your head whipped around, finding the source of the scent. You were no good with anything but your nose was sensitive. There, on the top of the hill stood a young man, no older than you with the oddest sense of fashion you had ever seen. His hair was wild, a bright cyan blue, paired with two parted cylinder-esque buns on his head. His bangs were just as bad and you began to wonder if the man had ever heard of the object called a brush. He held a staff, red with gold spheres on each end. His outfit was a matching white top and bottom two-piece, both bagging and scrunched, his forearms were rolled up, revealing bandages and the same for his calves. The most striking part about him was his eyes, there was nothing distinct about it's shape but they were just as bright as his hair and what really got you was the two lightning bolt like marks under each eye. He was handsome, just a bit weird. You looked up at the man, waiting for his next move when the realisation hit you, he was looking at you.

You froze, the man didn't seem particularly hostile but you learnt not to trust anyone.

''Kogane.'' He said, his voice oddly appeasing to hear if it wasn't for the fact that he was a Culling Game Player. You were definitely fucked now.

''Check if that's a player.'' The little shit had popped up next to him and snitched! You wanted to strangle that dumb bone thing more than anything. He began to descend, slowly approaching.

You had half of a mind to just beg for him to spare your life but he didn't swing so you thought he wanted something.

''Are you strong?'' He finally asked. Was that it? As tempted as you were to tell the bastard to take one look at your state and assume if he thought you knew what you were doing, you decided best not to risk it and shut up instead. You shook your head.

''Figures.'' He huffed out, first meeting and you already thought his attitude stunk, you stood up and were about to turn your back when his voice stopped you yet again.

''Do you know where Sukuna is?'' Your body froze, turning around to see him, you violently grabbed the man by his shoulders.

''Are you mad? Why on earth would you ever wanna see the king of curses?'' You practically screamed at the poor man. His eyes narrowed in offence at you.

''I want to fight him.'' He stated it, as if that was common sense and not a death sentence, you wish you could have slapped it out of him.

''You're going to die you idiot! You're just a sorcerer and he's a king for crying out loud!'' His expression didn't change.

''I know that, now do you know where he is or not?'' The man was at the very least suicidal and wanted to go out in the most painful way possible.

''Why on earth would i wanna know the location of the Anti-Christ for? And why would i tell you even if I did?''

''I'm strong, I can handle it.'' Your jaw dropped, this man was bewildering to say the least, he was about as odd as it could get.

''Just who do you think you are?!'' You almost shook him, hoping that the action would knock some sense into that thick skull of his.

''First, get your hands off of me and Second, my name's Hajime Kashimo.'' Your face froze. You had heard tales of the reincarnated sorcerer, he was the only person with his sort of cursed energy, it was lightning, that explained the odd sulfur like smell from his staff. He had killed over 40 sorcerers and acquired 200 points.

He saw your face and knew that you recognized him.

''Fight me.'' You shook your head so fast you thought your neck might snap, he huffed in disappointment.

''What the fuck can you do then?'' Rude but you understood his frustration, his whole thing was fighting, obviously he wasn't happy with talking to it.

''I can use RCT.'' That got his attention.

''On others or just on yourself?'' You're not sure where this train of thought was going but you followed along.

''Both.'' Now that really got his attention.

''Show me.'' Before you could ask, he held up a finger of his and broke it. The action didn't even make the man wince, your brain felt like it was being scrambled and fried just by being with him.

''Why the fuck would you-'' He cut you off.

''Do it. Now.'' You sighed, it was either this or death by how many volts his cursed energy had and you weren't willing to find out. So you listened.

He watched the bone snap back into place and the flesh heal, all the blood was gone and not a single bruise was left on his finger. He inspected with with morbid curiosity, poking and prodding at the poor thing as if it held answers he wanted. You tried to get him to stop, to warn him that the flesh was sensitive and that he shouldn't do it but he ignored you regardless.

After a few seconds, he looked at you.

''I need to find Sukuna but in order to so, I could use a healer, come with me.''

You didn't want to push it but why would you go ahead with a weird electric guy for?

''And what do i get in return?''

''I won't add you to my point count, that's what. Say something stupid again and i'll go through with it.''

Well maybe shutting up was the best plan after all.

It had been a while since you made that deal with Kashimo. You would mainly just wait around after his fights to check for his wounds. This time he wasn't really banged up so you two just decided to wonder for a bit. To your surprise, the man was fairly easy-going, some might even say enjoyable if he wasn't so obsessed with the concept of just fighting 24/7. Whenever you tried to introduce him to a new piece of modern society, he would stare at you as if you had lost the plot. Constantly reminiscing about the Edo Period, he told you tales of when life used to be ''simpler'', in his words, telling you of the strength sorcerers held back then, how compared to now, they were a real challenge even if he did defeat them in the end. He grumbled at just about anything, food, phones, even the way how cities looked. Lack of colour, barely any clothes or food worth wanting, the man was a bitch at anything modern. His young look threw off the way how he would speak as if he was an old man (in which he actually was).

It was night, the both of you stopped over at a park where you spent the last 2 hours talking with him, telling him all about your life. Although it would never be just as exciting as his, you spilled everything. Truth is, you never wanted to be in the world of jujutsu, you were a horrible fighter and you never wanted to master any kind of sorcerercy. He stared at you as if you were missing out.

''What's your cursed technique?'' He asked.

''Don't have one, so it was either reverse cursed technique or shadow style and the one i picked was one that could get me protected and off the battle field.''

''What about you?'' He saw him fight, his cursed energy was unique and he would imbue it into his stuff (The Nyoi Staff as he called it) but there was nothing unique about it, mainly just weapon combat.

''Never used it, I want to use it against Sukuna.'' He muttered

''You're still on about that?!'' A slight bickerment ensued, you kept trying to hold the man back from basically killing himself.

''All that shot at a second life and you want it to throw it away? For what?'' You thought he was a moron. A strong one but an idiot nonetheless.

''It's the only reason why I even agreed to this, I just wanted to fight him.'' He shrugged it off.

''Do you have nothing to live for?'' What a sad lonely existence it must be to be strong, you saw it. Saw how his eyes misted over, how he refused to look at you.

''Strength is all I have and strength is all I'm worth. Anything else is how a loser thinks.'' His reasoning was so simple, so absolute, you could see he genuinely believed it.

''Do you not have friends, or a lover? Did no one ever love you?'' He stared at you , offended at your wording.

''What good would that have done? It only distracts you. To be strong is to be alone and unrivalled. Love has no meaning.'' Your heart ached for him, for a second you saw a man, unsure of himself or what to do. You wanted to reach out. For the first time in ages, you had a wish, a want and he was right in-front of you.

''Kashimo.'' Hearing his name reached his attention. He turned over to you with a simple ''hm?''.

Your hand reached out for his chin, pulling his face closer to yours. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, his eyes shot up in confusion. Pushing you away for a bit, you followed after regardless. The second time, he let you. Grabbing his hand, you made him wrap around your waist while you straddled him. Pulling back, you could see the confusion on his face.

''Have you never done this before?'' He shook his head.

''I never had a lover back then.'' The wording was a bit romantic and to your surprise, you found that you didn't mind one bit. It was almost sweet how he said it.

''You still a virgin?'' He nodded again and then turned the question over to you. You shook your head, you had only done it a few times before but according to you, that was plenty of practice.

''Open your mouth Kashimo.'' He did as you asked, watching how you leaned down to kiss him once again, this time your tongue went in. The contact felt wet and so hot in his mouth. He cradled the back of your head, bringing you in closer. His inexperience shined through as his tongue lazily moved around yours, sliding more like a surf-board than anything. You had never expected to be a sex-mentor towards your patient.

Giving his shoulder a rough few taps, he pulled off to question you.

''What are you doing?'' Irritation barely seeped through.

''Hajime, you're doing it awfully.'' Your dead-pan evaluation almost made the man throw you off in anger. You offered to lead him instead.

''Let me show you instead.'' The uncertainty in his head nearly clouded his faith in your judgement, how could he trust the words of someone who couldn't even use a cursed tool properly? But your tone, stripped him all of his vices, luring him into a sense where he felt, for once, he should let fate decide instead of his strength. Doing as he was told, he laid on his back, watching your hands slip underneath his shirt with a lewd enthusiasm.

Your hand traced his lower abdomen, noting how the faint lines of his abs dipped into the v line below his pants. His breaths grew heavy and loud, your senses overcrowded by his very existence. His scent and breath was all you could hear and smell and his body took every inch of your sight, the realisation shooting a throb of pleasure into your pussy. You wanted nothing more than to just have him, even for one night, to show him something better than risking his life for thrills. Some part of you thought that maybe, just maybe, being like this could convince him to find something worth in him than his strength, that and the selfish desire to indulge yourself in a handsome man.

Your hand slipped under his trousers, his breath caught in his throat, something akin to a whine slipping out. Your hand found his member, already half hard and leaking precum. Pulling it out of his trousers, your thumb swiped over the tip, stroking his cock with his cum as lube. He threw his head back in pleasure. Kashimo, truth be told, never had a lover and consequently had never lost his virginity, majority of the experiences you had given him were new ones but this was one he would have never expected.

''Hajime, ever had a blow-job before?'' He looked down at you, a what now?

''What the fuck is that? I told you, I'm not used to modern talk.'' You winced at his reaction, there really was no proper or old way (as far as you knew) to really describe the term. You sighed, there was A LOT you had to teach Kashimo, in and out of the bedroom apparently.

''Why don't i just show you instead?'' A noise of disapproval came from him.

''Then do it already.''

Your mouth lowered itself near his tip, his eyes widened as you blew a breath on it, the motion running a shiver through his body. Your warm wet mouth encased him, the feeling reminiscent of heaven to the man. His hand shot up into your hair, guiding your head so he could thrust himself in deeper. Drool pooled at the corner of your mouth as you made room for him to fit in, the slurping noises echoed through the park. He had never been one for people and yet seeing you on your knees for him was a sight he found so incredibly erotic.

You refused to let up your movement, grinding yourself against the ground as you pleasured him. Each moan was a reward to your ears, the reason why you even did this. He sounded so beautiful, compared to anyone you ever had. His noises were one of pure over-stimulation and first-time desire, none of the filthy grunts you were used to hearing over and over again. He yanked on your hair as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed with a grateful gulp, crawling up on his body to see his expression. His arm was slung over his eyes and his face completely flushed red.

''Kashimo..'' That tone was going to be the death of him, like some sort of sex life-sucking siren. He heaved, watching your fingers brush over his lips. You carefully brushed his bangs out his face, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

Straddling him, you pulled your panties to the side, revealing your slick folds awaiting him. Slowly, you began to sink down on him, the girth of him filling you up completely. Kashimo let out a groan in response, the new-found pleasure almost shocking his senses and frying his nerves.

You rocked your hips as hard as you could, fucking yourself on his cock like a mad-woman. Tufts of his cyan hair clenched between the gaps of your fingers. His hands secured their spot around your waist. He watched in awe as you took from him and gave to him, seeing yourself so dedicated to the pleasure of both parties was almost enough to make him question his ideology in his lust-driven haze.

''O-Oh Hajime, I'm so close!'' He thrust up into you, driving you wild and more desperate for him. Just a little further, a little more and pure bliss would be waiting for you. The knot deep in you finally snapped and you could swear you saw stars dancing in your eyes, the climax making your whole body shudder. Hajime soon followed, emptying his load in you.

The both of you lay on the grass, you in his arms, he stared off into the night sky, seeing nothing but a single star twinkling so dimly.

''Look.'' He pointed. ''The sky's got a star in it, haven't seen those in so long.''

''Mhm, how was the view of the sky back then?'' He sighed.

''I never really looked at it back then, only when I became old did i find myself wondering at it aimlessly. It used to be so clear, the moon was a lot brighter and there was so much little dots, just everywhere you went, it was almost like the sky followed you.'' He rambled only a bit.

''But a star's out now, if it was bright enough to cut through the light pollution, only makes you wonder how it would have shone if it was in your period.''

''Special stars huh?'' Your voice trailed off, planting small kisses and bites across his neck, the both of you lay there, night-gazing.

But deep down, you knew you could never change a man like that. He had a goal and that was Sukuna, you were only a happy distraction. You wondered what could have been if he just wasn't so strong, had he been weak like you.

You know he's going to die if he succeeds and every part of you fears it.

Tags: @milkpup!

If you came across this post first, there's two previous parts you need to read for this to make sense!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

''Hajime.'' Your voice called out, a pathetic attempt at reaching out to a man who never knew what that was.

''What is it?'' You knew it was selfish but wasn't he being selfish as well? You just wanted to protect him, albeit for the sake of having him. He didn't need protecting, you don't know what he needs, all you know is that you need him.

''Don't go.'' Everyone stared at you in shock. The atmosphere went quiet and he stared at you as if you had spat on him.

''What?"

''You'll die if you go against him, you know you will. There's no point.''

''There is a point and i'm going to fight him.''

Your hand refused to let go, tugging him to stay at your side, fingernails digging cresent shapes into the pale flesh.

''You're not the strongest anymore Kashimo. This is different to your era. Modern Jujutsu is stronger now.''

He cocked a brow, clearly not knowing what you were getting at.

''You finally have a second chance at life, to have something else to define you that isn't your strength, going out there, you'll only die.'' The words bled together under his stare.

''You're wasting your time biting off more than you can chew. Please Kashimo, just stay with me.'' You begged and pleaded, praying to whatever god out there that your words would reach him.

His eyes softened at the desperation within them, equal parts intrigued and concern. A fleeting hope had crossed your heart.

''You're not the strongest anymore. This isn't the Edo Period and this isn't your old life, stop clinging onto the past that made you miserable. Stay with me instead.'' You barely choked out the words, if he stayed quiet one more time, you were certain you would cry.

You kept talking, unsure if every word was drawing him in or pushing him away.

''You don't have to keep being lonely, I'm here and I may not understand you but I do love you.'' The words felt mocking to confess, a feeling deep within you to be ashamed of. The idea of falling in love with the only man selfish enough to pursue nothing but his own-self would have vexed you only a few months ago but you had got to see a side of him, aching and needy. He was nothing more than a lonely man given more power than the heavens should have deemed necessary.

Your hand stretched out, an act of mockery to his pride but a sign of love from your own. With a hesitant breath, he took it, a rough harsh grab like he didn't want to convince himself he was actually going to listen to you.

''I can't believe I'm listening to you drone on about this sappy bullshit, you better make it worth it for fucks sake.'' You giggled at his wording.

''You won't be lonely anymore Kashimo, you don't have to live the way you did. It'll be your second chance all over again.''

You gently kissed his eyelid, leading him back down to the chairs, waiting for this whole mess to end so that you could finally leave and be with him, for the rest of your time.

It was now Late July. Hakuto season was in full swing and the tree you had planted with Kashimo now held bountiful rewards for all your hard effort, Kashimo was unsurprisingly incompetent at majority of modern things, including plant husbandry. There was a lot to teach him.

His head laid on your lap with his eyes closed, feeling you still flick on the same pigtail hairstyle he had wore since the Culling games. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, you were peeling the peaches, extracting the delicate and sweet white flesh, occasionally hand-feeding him some pieces you found to be defective but still acceptable which he accepted shockingly.

He had always found majority of modern delicacies to be weird, gross or just straight garbage, only sticking with mainly traditional food such as rice or miso soup, a primary argument source between the two as you got significantly more irritated with his unwillingness to compromise on his cave-man dietary requests.

The peaceful look on his face had caught you off guard, nothing like the prideful and apathetic look he held when you first met. Your face flushed hot as you remembered what occurred on that faithful night, the event that made you spiral the way you did. Your attraction to him grew each day, remembering his hesitation and uncertainty, how he let you take the reigns without question, the way he trusted you enough to give you both what you wanted. You loved it and you wanted more.

Leaning down, you startled him awake by kissing his mouth gently, nipping at the bottom of it. He was quick to cradle your head in, leading and letting you in. It was slow and passionate in it's nature, two people attempting to enjoy the moment. He fought fast but he would never rush these moments with you.

Watching your hand disappear under his shirt with a needy whine, he stared at you.

''Want me again?''

You nodded, feeling the warmth of his body, one that you never wanted to let go.

Summary: You bump into Kashimo, an old acquaintance and your relationship begins to build as you take a very special interest in his cursed technique and it's various uses and abilities

A/N: Second Kashimo Fic of the fucking month and it hasn't even been a week in. Both Reader and Kashimo are re-incarnated with connections to Kenjaku. Reader is Kenjaku's assistant who had helped (aka just fetched) him find Culling Game Players. Kashimo and Reader already have a previous affiliation with one-another. Kashimo is dom this time but you need to understand it's for the sake of the plot, i am STILL a firm believer in switch kash

Tags: Fucking. Improper use of electricity, improper use of cursed energy. Reader is a bit freaky and is a sort of a softie (not a lot tho, they just really like Kashimo), AFAB reader! Sadly no sub Kashimo this time ☹ Reader isn't meant to be bratty, just a tad bit annoying.

Enjoy!

You had quietly stood next to Kenjaku, he had taken on the form of a man known as ''Geto Suguru''. From what you had heard, he was one of the only 4 recognised special grades, the chance of stumbling upon his corpse was one of pure luck, just like your first encounter with him.

You remembered that day vividly. You had lived during what was known as the ''Kamakura Period'', roughly 700 years ago. Looking back on it now, with the privilege of experiencing modern luxuries and time to yourself, you had realised just how odd life was back then. You, as an orphan had been given no surname. Infact, majority of the people weren't ever given the honour of that, it remained a symbol of status reserved only for the wealthy and the warriors. However what was unique of you was that no village had taken you in nor had any families, you were without an identity. Literally.

But then you met him, posing under the guise of a nobleman, the man was so talented at acting, you truly were convinced that he was who he claimed to be. The kind man had offered to ''adopt'' or train you, a practice usually common by Samurai's of no offspring, ensuring their legacy. You thought the man was of the exact same thing, a human worried about the state of his bloodline had he failed to convince but you quickly learnt that it wasn't the case.

''Jujutsu techniques.'' The man's voice had spoken, soft but none of it was kind, detached and slow, he spoke with all the patience in the world.

''You possess one, show me it.'' Your heart stopped in your throat as you reluctantly obeyed. A soft hum of approval slipped from the man's lips. Your technique was nothing impressive but to him, he has seen undiscovered potential, a quality he planned to monopolize on.

''From now on, you shall study under me. As a mentor of sorts, you'll be of use to me and in every single life I am in, you will accompany.'' You simply nodded your head, unsure of whatever nonsense the old man was spewing about but a warm bed and a meal had kept you compliant.

When he deemed your technique and abilities fit enough, you had been promoted to ''assistant'' , a glorified maid who occasionally ran errands. He indulged every (almost) plan to you, knowing you held little to no interest in what he was planning on doing. Your body had been transferred into cursed objects longer than you've held a vessel. The both of you sat idly as he yammered on about something, something ''Culling Games.''

Now that got your attention, you were a big fan of games. He stared at you as if he was unsure about what would be the gentlest way to tell you you were an absolute block-head.

''It's going to be filled with reincarnated sorcerers, like you. And they'll be able to kill eachother for points, it's going to held in the future.''

''When?'' This was another sick i'm-just-curious ploys from Kenjaku, boredom was the only force driving this man, if you could even call him that. You have to admit, you weren't as hateful as the sorcerer as you thought you would be, he was your mentor and he could be kind when he deemed it necessary. You eventually just began to grow a bit apathetic to the often murderous plans of him, both from slight affection to a weird father figure in your life but also through annoyance. You could always simply claim that it was never malice, just boredom, a flimsy excuse but it still counted to you.

''Do me a favour in the future?'' He asked.

''Hm?'' You were curious as to what he needed, usually he never trusted you with majority of things so this was a nice change of pace.

''You're usually the more social one between the two of us, I need you to convince them to join, promise them a second chance at life or a good battle opponent. Get them to join, mkay?'' He smiled at you, his smile was unsettlingly beautiful, pretty in a surreal manner. The promise of being able to see the behaviours of sorcerers by your own self completely sealed the deal. You shook your head with an eager nod.

''Good.''

Much to your own chagrin, the task seemed almost terribly boring. The sorcerers often fought back and it felt more like tempting a baby with candy than it did holding a conversation with an adult. Kenjaku had often warned you of this but you never heeded it up until now. He was right, power really did make you spoiled.

There was only one encounter that you remember with particular fondness and that was a man by the name of ''Hajime Kashimo''. You had already taken an interest in the man through hearing of his unique cursed energy, one that apparently sent shocks through your nerves and veins. You had felt yourself get hot out of excitement, the meeting being the only one you were looking forward to.

Approaching a peaceful cliffside, you saw an old man sitting on a rock, a good trail of bodies behind both you and him, littering the path. The scent hit you faster than you would have thought. The air crackled and carried a scent of ozone, harsh but enticing to you. Was that the unique energy Kenjaku had warned you about?

''My God.'' You thought to yourself ''This guy must be an animal.''

His head turned to face you, an old and withered face, yet sharp and distinct, almost handsome, his brows were bushy and upturned, his hair already grey and short with two buns sticking out from the top. Looking him up and down, you considered him extremely attractive even as an old person.

''Who are you and what do you want?'' His voice still held a tired tone, one that could clearly tell your thoughts, weary but not hostile .

''My master.'' You replied. ''He requested you join the Culling games.''

His brow raised itself. ''And what is that?''. You sighed, skimming through as much detail as you could. His eyes lit up with each word and he found genuine enjoyment in your quick skim-down. He enjoyed people who lived fast.

''Tell me, who is the strongest sorcerer you know?'' You considered it for a moment.

''I don't know any sorcerers personally but Master does.''

''And who does he consider to be the strongest sorcerer?''

''Of all time? It would probably be Sukuna, he mentions his strength quite a lot so he may be the strongest sorcerer there ever was.''

''Then I shall fight Sukuna.'' From what you heard, the supposed king of curses was nothing short of a monster, indulging in human meat and dominating an era, already defined for it's insane strength and equally crazy sorcerers. For a man setting himself up for serious failure, he seemed awfully proud.

''Tell me, what's your name?'' You did as he asked. He simply nodded his head in acknowledgement, turning back around and

You let out a bit of a giggle. He really was cute. Maybe you could meet again you hoped.

November 1st 2018

You watched off to the side as The Culling Games started, Kenjaku had showed you a bunch of the rules, mainly ones that you weren't bothered to read. Kenjaku seemed to take a particular interest in how things would turn out over at Sendai, even going as far as to release one of his ugly bug curses, a special grade known as Kurourushi.

You hummed as a way to acknowledge his ranting, trying your best not to focus on his theories. The whole thing seemed like unnecessary effort to get people to kill eachother, you knew for a fact there was probably some secret reason he wasn't telling you, even as his beloved assistant, there was only so much you knew about your mysterious mentor.

He found humor in your lack of interest, deciding to toy with you for a bit.

''Remember Kashimo?'' He saw the way how your ears slightly raised at that, as if they were perked up. You smoothed your voice out, not letting your interest seep through. He didn't need to know but you and Kashimo had been seeing each-other for quite some time, whenever you were away from Kenjaku of course.

''Oh yea, the one from the Edo period, he had that unique cursed energy right?'' Your voice also cracking with excitement at that last part, something that despite your best efforts didn't go unnoticed by Kenjaku.

''Yes, I'm referring to that one. Anyways, I need you to go to Toyko No.2 Colony.'' You already knew that was Hajime's colony but god forbid you admit that.

''And I need you to go and check on him to see if he's planning on holding up his end of the deal. Don't bother him much and be back in 4 hours.''

To be completely clear, Kenjaku was lying out his ass, he already knew how well-performing Kashimo was doing, he just needed you to be distracted while he handled the situation with an old friend, Tengen. He had practically made you follow him like a shadow but he knew this was an event that didn't concern you. It would be nice to have extra information on the players regardless so maybe it wasn't all lies.

''I'll report everything i know back, Goodbye Kenny.'' Kenny? That was odd, maybe you really were happy. He gave you that smile again, waving you off as you prepared to leave.

It was fairly peaceful, night was just descending and you stood atop of one of Kenjaku's weird shikigamis, the manta ray which was quite fond of you and began to swivel your head, attempting to search for the reason you were here. He was quite hard to miss but most of all, his cursed energy was definitely the most noticeable of all. Gently gripping the top of it's flesh, you swerved the thing north-west, intending to get a better look. So far, nothing. Almost disappointing, you thought to yourself, you really were looking forward to at-least watching him.

According to your only reliable source (aka yourself), Kashimo was a fighting nut-job, something you already knew before-hand with your previous interactions hot so you assumed maybe Kenjaku wanted more on his fighting style or something like that, you weren't exactly a great listener when it came to him, it was a surprise how he even managed to keep you around for as long as he did.

Something caught your eye. It looked a bit like an eyesore but that hair-style was memorable, you almost plummeted the poor thing in your hurry to see him. Your feet never touched the ground, choosing to hover not so far away from him as to respect your mentor's wishes. You're completely uncertain on what to tell him as at the current moment, Kashimo was just wondering around.

The air around him still crackled, it seemed more restless than anything. You watched curiously as the man's head turned from side to side, was he looking for something? Oh well. This was kind of boring, maybe he just wasn't as fun as you expected. You turned around, ready to go home when his voice called out.

''I can see you, get down from there.'' His neck craned up as he glared straight at you, his tone didn't tell you whether or not he recognised you so you called out.

''Kashimo, it's me!'' His face lost it's scrunched expression, his hand beckoning for you to come down and you did so. Hoping off, you landed near him, the cyan haired man clearly weirded out by whatever your ride was. In his defence, it did look derpy.

''It's a sting-ray.''

''I don't care for that, why are you here for? I thought you were Kenjaku's lap dog.'' What the fuck was his problem? You glared at him.

''He's my mentor.''

''You called him Master, I clearly remember that.'' In your defense, it was just a honorific, back then the language didn't exactly hold casual names for a superior so it seemed like the more logical choice.

''Yea? Well I remember you being a lot more quieter, what's up with you?'' You looked up and down at him. Your eyes trailed down to his clothes, he was also a lot more well built than you'd ever give the man credit for. He stared at you, not very pleased with your blatant ogling.

''It's been over 100 years and you still can't keep your eyes to yourself?''

''No.'' You said flatly.

''Freak.'' He muttered, walking ahead before turning to you.

''Walk with me then.'' A faint red tainted his ears, whether out of embarrassment for you or being near you, you could never tell.

The both of you had been sitting outside an empty grocery store, grabbing a few snacks, which he refused to take, not because it was illegal but because the man just wasn't a big fan of ranges. He liked to keep things ''single-minded'' so the idea of options that didn't surround fighting failed to keep his interest for more then two seconds max.

He sat with you, staring at the giant pile of snacks in your lap with active disgust at your supposed gluttony. He unwrapped the only onigiri he had picked and began to eat in silence, not wanting to acknowledge the sounds of pure indulgence coming from you.

You had ripped through lord knows how much packages of Alfort chocolates or other branded candies. Unlike Kashimo, you seemed to revel in the Modern-Day, not for the strength but rather for the extreme indulgences, many vices to pick up for fun, you were a fan of it. He lived the exact opposite, akin to a battle junkie rather than anything else, a feature of him you couldn't help but find very weird. It was as clear as day you two would never see eye to eye about free time and leisure.

He lied down, head against the harsh cold concrete, growing restless as he waited for you to finish your food. You had turned over to him, offering him pieces of your snacks, which he hated but ate for the sake of being polite.

A not-so-comfortable silence sat between the both of you, it was odd for him. He was used to loudness, from opponents and especially from you. To see you shut up was a sight he claimed he longed to witness but now that it was happening, it did dampen his mood a little.

''Hey Kashimo.'' Your voice was solemn. He found it a bit gross honestly.

''What do you want this time?'' It was accompanied by a heavily exaggerated sigh. The glare you gave him showed you you weren't fucking around this time so he shut up.

''Do you honestly think I'm Kenjaku's lap-dog?'' He froze, not sure how to go with the right way about this but something in him told him that honesty would always be the right path with you.

''Honestly? Yea. You don't live for yourself or your own ability, it's used by him. You are pathetic to me.'' The words stung but no malice laced any of his words, only certainty like he truly did believe it. Oddly enough, you felt grateful for the brutality of his words, it would have sucked more if he softened the blow.

''You have the potential but you're extremely lazy, it's no wonder you're so weak.'' He continued. ''The weak have no place in society, jujutsu or not and the idea that they must be saved only drags the strong down.''

''What makes a weak person to you then Kashimo?''

''Someone who can't challenge me or refuses to. A person with no desire to push themselves. By design, they're filth, brittle and lacking in purpose. They serve to be trampled. A coward who chooses a long life through cowardice instead of confronting issues and dying an honourable death.''

''Am I worthless to you then?'' His breath caught in his throat, the simple response making him think long and hard. If not for you and your weird ''master'', he wouldn't even be here, (not that he was particularly content with the state of things but he was promised a duel with Sukuna). Just what were you trying to get from this?

''Strength isn't all talent and natural born advantage, it's intelligence as well as skill. No one is born the strongest, you're born with the ability to be but you have to work for it. It's your own belief Kashimo.''

He turned over to you, a bit irritated with your smart mouth.

''God, you're pathetic.'' He claimed, facing you. Your words distracted him for a bit, not noticing your head slide up until he felt the cold touch of your palm on his cheek, the contact almost made him shiver.

''You're really cold.'' He mumbled, not even attempting to brush you off. You were almost tempted to make a lewd joke but quickly thought against it, not willing to risk your only chance at getting close to him.

You pulled him forward, he seemed to know where this was going and closed the gap, letting you lead. You were hurried, seeing where on earth you could go with this, he cringed as your teeth clacked against his. Pulling back, he looked at you and said only five words.

''You fucking suck at this.'' You sucked in a little air at his words, offended at him.

''As if you're any better, you fucking dickhead.'' He seemed unfazed, leaning in for a second time. He led this time and you noticed just how wrong you were, he was good like really good. His tongue moved against yours, enough to make your mouth feel full without suffocating you. He tasted sweet, the snacks from earlier still lingering. A sigh left your mouth, all your frustrations coming undone from just a simple kiss.

He let go, panting. That was really tiring, he thought. You whined in frustration, pushing him back down on you and once again pressing your lips on his. He complied with you, giving your mouth the action it deeply craved. His taste was addicting to you and you felt like you could never get enough of it. Your right hand clamped down on the back of his head, holding him firmly in place so he couldn't tug away again, while your left hand hurriedly ripped off your shirt, spilling your breasts free for him to see.

The both of you had ran out of breath, a thin string of salvia connecting both of your tongues. Your hand ran up and down his arm, clearly not satisfied with the lack of contact from him. Both hands grabbed his hips, flipping him on his back, a slight ow coming from him. You grinded against him, the action melting away all sorts of tension from your body. He stared at you, bewildered.

''Here, I'll help.'' Putting you on your back yet again, you stared up at him, the words cutting through your lust-driven haze as you processed his words. Before you could question him, his hand slipped under your panties, rubbing between your entrance and clit in small, circular motions. A loud moan ripped out your throat as his hands continued their ministrations, head slumped against his shoulder as he picked up the pace. Eventually, a singular finger prodded at your hole, slowly pushing it's way in. Coated in your slick, he began to pump them in and out, your cunt clenched around his digit, earning you a low groan from him.

''Faster...'' The words slurred out your mouth before you could stop yourself. He added another finger in, going as hard as he could. His excitement only grew as you squirmed, thrusting them against your g-spot

Buzz!

He had went too far, in the heat of the moment, his cursed energy had leaked out, sending what felt like a jolt of electricity through your body. He panicked, almost pulling out until he felt you grind against his hand once more, moaning at the burning sensation.

''Do that again.'' You demanded, bringing his other hand to brush against your nipple.

''What....?'' He stared at you, bewildered.

You kicked his back with your heel, trying to encourage him.

''It felt so fucking good Kashimo, do it again.'' Your hand lied ontop of his, fingers finding it's place through his gaps and pressed down harshly on your breasts.

''You want me to do it here as well?'' He asked tentatively, you gave a simple nod, quelling all doubts in his head.

He put both digits back in, attempting to maintain the speed he once did. His other hand worked with your chest, twisting and pulling at the nipple. The same shocks his energy would send to you felt like they set your veins on fire, frying your nerves in the most pleasurable way possible.

Wrapping your arms around his back, he saw your nail scratch and dig into the back of his clothes as if trying to mark him through it. He would be lying if he said he didn't find your expressions incredibly arousing, he saw the way how your back arched into him as if you couldn't get enough.

Your hand reached down into his pants, pulling them down to expose him to you. He was embarrassingly hard.

''Wow, someone must have wanted this!'' Your tone was a mix between a mocking sing-song and genuine impression. He could have almost gone soft with your little comments.

''Don't ruin it for the both of us.'' Reluctantly, you complied, spreading your legs so he could slot himself in. He stared at you, going in with your hum of approval.

Fully bottoming out in you, he felt your juices completely coating his shaft, the wet pop following each time he pushed in and pulled back. He had always thought your noises would be exaggerated, another attempt to piss him off or at the very least make it very uncomfortable but to his surprise, you sounded so genuine. Quiet and heavy breaths slipped out your lips, muffled whines of his name was nothing short of a break from the usual non-sense that rolled off your tongue.

He never wanted to stop hearing such lovely noises, taking his time to drink in all your features and extend it for the both of you.

Your hand cupped his face in gratitude, gifting him kisses for his gentleness. He filled you in the right ways, touching your g-spot in a way that didn't overwhelm you. All his features became clear as day at you, you traced them with the tips of your fingers, a loving motion from a human who he knew he risked never being with again. He leaned in, enjoying the feeling.

You clenched down on him again, writhing at the overwhelming pleasure. He felt the edge slowly getting closer, chest heaving at his every move. He was so close, so so close-

''Kashimo, I'm so close...'' You whined. He knew he had to hold out for the both of you. His thrusts became more frantic, harsh but determined to give you both what you so desperately needed. Your breath drew out in high whines, digging into his scalp as if to hold onto reality. The orgasm washed over you before you could see it coming, gripping him as if he was the only anchor in your life. He soon followed, spilling all of himself deep inside you. The both of you laid there, the harsh concrete felt as if it was chaffing your back. He located himself behind you, putting his clothes back on and pressing your back against his chest as he held you.

He spoke as if he was completely certain.

''For the record, I still do think you're pathetic, you'd be better off without him. Train under me instead.'' He offered, brushing a stray hair away from your face.

You shook your head sadly.

''I already told you, I hold no interests in those things and I owe him my life. He's the reason why I met you. I'll still be around, I'll visit whenever I can. Wait for me?''

He knew he couldn't ask like that and some part of him felt that you wanted to take his deal but you couldn't. Seeing you kiss his cheek, he wondered why you were so hopeful but who was he to crush it? He didn't want to and he believed you. Of course he would say yes.

''You know I will.''

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@fukunaagal (I want toji hate in return.♡)

@milkpup (It has a happy ending, don't worry.)

Pt 3

He raised your ass with a rough movement and encouraged you to go forward and arch your back more.

''Cmon.'' He cooed ''Don't you wanna be good for me? You know, out of the two of us, you're the only one really benefitting from being bed by me so just listen to what im saying mkay?'' His tone was sweet but condescending. He leaned forward and with a light hand, had separated your lips and pulled out your tongue. He slipped in his own in and began kissing you as if you meant something to him, kitsunes had to feed after all, maybe they just ended up treating all their meals like lovers at some point. You had always wondered if the tale of them falling in love with humans was real but that wasn't of your biggest concern.

He lined himself up with your entrance, murmuring something about you being prepared enough to ''handle'' him and with a smooth thrust, he was fully in you. He filled you up to the brim and you have never felt so stuffed before. A moan escaped your lips before you could even think about it and you could swear he was laughing at you.

''Awwe, did that make you feel too good? Do you need more from me? Is this enough to satisfy you yet?'' He was mocking you, this bastard that was in your bed, inside you was mocking you and if it weren't for how good he felt, you'd have half a mind to call a priest on him.

''More.....more Naoya please, I need more'' You ached so badly, it had been so long since you had been touched and you were willing to do anything for his touch at the moment.

''Why didn't you just say so earlier, you dumb girl? But since you begged so nicely I see no reason to deprive you.'' He mused. He began thrusting, very slowly, taking his time and every inch that went in and out felt like heaven and hell at once. The pace was driving you mad, grinding yourself against him to keep yourself stimulated whenever he would go out. He seemed to notice and got a bit angry.

''Why are you rutting yourself against me like that? What are you, some bitch in heat? I'm the animal here and you act worser then me. Don't you bitches like it slow or something?'' He seemed aggravated but genuinely questioning.

''I don't care about how you think I like it. Go faster....please.'' You barely got those words out with just how pent up he made you. You furrowed your brows in anger at his snigger.

''Someone's desperate for dick huh?'' He really liked taking the piss and you could swear you almost dried up. ''But I like fast too, sure you wanna take all of it, you don't seem like you'd be good with speed anyways?''

''Of course I can! Throw any pace at me and I could handle it just fine like any lover you've ever had before!'' You felt oddly competitive for whatever reason, his comments got under your skin and you wanted, no, needed to prove him wrong.

He bared his canine at you, trying not to snicker. You really were naive, you had basically given him the rights to do whatever he wanted and he couldn't wait to make you regret that.

''If you insist then, hold onto me and I'll make sure you're pleased, you're a great food source and who knows? Maybe I'll even feed from you again, do you like the thought of that?''

''I mean if you're good enough then I don't mind you coming back'' You murmured, you were sure he was simply messing about, maybe you wanted to humor him.

''Then I'll make sure it's the best you've ever had'' He wasn't really competing with much but you were a fan of his enthusiasm so you urged him on.

''Yea? Shut me up then, will ya?''

He pulled out, you felt empty and aching but before you could question him, he thrust himself all the way back in, knocking the air out of your lungs. He didn't let you catch your breath. He went in and out, his pace picking up before you could register it, overwhelming you and filling your senses with him.

''I bet you'd look so pretty if I saw your face right now huh?'' He was being cruel and he knew it but it's not like you cared. Too fucked out and cockdrunk to even notice the change in position, he made you face him and saw your expression, it really was as stupid and pretty as he imagine. He leaned down and the only rational part of you thought he was going to grab at your breasts again but to your surprise he didn't, opting to put his hand in a more sensible place such as your hand and leaned down to kiss you. It wasn't even as harsh as his last ones. All of the desperation and raw need left him, he took his time with it. running his tongue over your lower lip and sliding his tongue into your mouth. You gasped, the need for air seemed useless with him around. He felt so good, around you, inside you. Some part of you never wanted for this to end. You felt every motion he made to pound into you and it felt so fulfilling.

''Visit me more....okay?'' You whined out. The blonde man stared at you in a bit of disbelief.

''What?''

''Visit me....stay tonight..please feed off of me if you have to. If you need your life source, I'm here. Just see me again'' It felt shameful to admit that you were lonely, he was the first company you had in ages and he made you feel so needed, you wanted him around more.

''Fine then, does that mean i could cum inside you since I'm basically your lover?'' He teased, not expecting an answer.

''Yea, go ahead. Fill me up if that's what you want. Do it Naoya, I wanna feel deep in me'' You were drooling and he was sure that your rational thought process was out the window but who was he to complain? It felt good to finish inside and if that's what you wanted, he wouldn't object. You were close, so close. When finally it hit you, it felt like a sudden release hit you like a truck, all those years of being pent up had finally been let go. He soon followed you after. Ropes after ropes of his thick hot cum filled your insides, painting you white and nothing could feel better. He fell ontop of you, shuddering. His ears flopped down and he cuddled his head onto your chest, one hand snaking up to grope and massage the tender flesh of your breast. You scratched the behinds of his ears and heard his slight whines. He nuzzled into your hands and for once, you felt satisfied. Getting fucked by a fox spirit really was divine and you didn't regret or reject your offer of being his main. You wanted him again and again. For as much as you could take and have him, you would.

Pt.4

You woke up. Your alarm rung, 6:00. You had usually put it on to get in an early workout but with how sore your body was, you were sure that you had done enough movement for atleast a week. Your face heated up in embarrassment as you recalled last night's dream. You had begged a fox form version of your dream lover to fuck you. That left your head with thoughts on what the fuck was wrong with you. You pushed the blanket off of you when a wet and sticky substance felt like it was leaking out of you. You turned your head down and to your horror, you found his cum. Still fresh in you and leaking out, your head violently snapped over to the empty side of your bed. A fresh indent of a man's body was on your bed.

So it was real. Everything was real. You really did get fucked by a fox spirit. You had begged him to stay, let him rest on your chest and sleep in your bed and fuck you and he still didn't stay. Your lover, if you could even call him that, fucking sucked. Tears began to well up in your eyes. You felt used and discarded, you had even offered to let him feed off of you and he still didn't stay. You turned over, trying to ignore the warmth coming from his side of the bed and let your tears out. It slipped down from your eyes, staining your cheeks and soaking into the pillow. You had to get up eventually, better late then never. Your heart still ached at the prospect of the best dick you had in your life coming from a pump and dump bastard. You found the bone strength to force yourself out and up. You searched the floor for your clothes, your panties were missing, the shirt you wore was half stained with cum, the fat fox bastard had probably used it to wipe himself off after he was done using and dumping you. You pushed back the tears that welled in your eyes and began digging in your closet. Pulling out a fresh new shirt and shorts, you knew it was useless since you hadn't taken a shower but you were willing to do anything not to remind yourself of what occurred. Your stomach growled, loudly. With a sigh, you stumbled into the kitchen and were met with the sight of that same man who you thought had left, grumbling in the kitchen and rummaging through your fridge. His kimono neatly folded on one of your dining chairs and he caught your gaze. He wore nothing but his hakama pants and you could use the toned outline of his thighs through his matadachi. The sight was one that clearly made you just a little pleased. Before you could even begin to question how on earth he was even awake at this time, he snapped his head over to look at you and snarled.

''And where the hell have you been? I'm starving, there's no breakfast and my clothes are dirty! Do you have any use woman?'' You could feel all the attraction you felt just a second ago die the second he opened his mouth.

''I'm not your slave and why were you out of bed?! Didn't i tell you to stay?'' You weren't sure why you were angry, you just were. To you it wasn't fair that he left, you begged after all and what if you had felt lonely? Or you needed to hold something? How could he call you his lover if he wasn't willing to do any of those things, you found it a bit unfair.

''I'm still here aren't I? And why is that your issue? I'm hungry and my clothes are ruined thanks to you! I want food and I want my shirt!'' He whined out, maybe he was more childish than you thought. It was your fault for offering to let him stay here.

''And who said you could stay at my house and eat my food and make me do your laundry?'' You screamed back at him, you didn't really want him to leave but you felt offended that he just demanded. How could he?!

''Oh please, you begged me to stay and the loneliness reeks off of you, you really think i believe you wanna leave me?'' He sniggered at you. Your heart dropped a little because you knew he was right. You didn't know this man and yet you let him in regardless and some part of you didn't regret it.

You sighed, admitting defeat. Forcing yourself to hesitantly mutter out.

''I'll make us something sweet then'' He stared at you with a tad bit of disgust and approval, choking out an ew that didn't sound all that disgusted.

''You really have no shame or respect huh? It's no wonder you begged last night. I want a sweet rice breakfast woman.'' He seemed oddly pleased with your compliance. ''Yknow despite the fact that i find your dignity disgusting, I've always been a fan of a woman who listens. You're perfect in that sense."

He leaned in, lips ghosting over yours.

"You'll listen to me right?" He whispered, his voice sultry. You were just lonely not horny at the moment so you weren't sure why he was trying to seduce you but regardless you nodded.

"Sweet girl" he murmured. Leaning in, his lips finally touched yours. His hand slid down from your chin, below the small of your back and onto your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, using your gasp as a chance to slip his tongue in. Your hand came to gently cradle the side of his face, soft unlike his harsh touch. You wished he'd be a tad bit gentler but you could take it, you told him that after all.

His hand finds yours and begins guiding it to the bedroom, your lips never separating while doing so. He pushed the door open and practically shoved you on the bed. Straddling you, he slipped his hands under your shirt and ripped it off, unclipping your bra and diving in-between your breasts, sucking and biting and licking the right nipple. His left hand fondles your left tit and his right hand latches onto your waist.

He lifted his head, staring back at your shocked expression with half lidded eyes. He cocked his head at you.

''You said I could feed off of you whenever, didn't cha?'' He snickered at you. ''I'm just taking your offer up, don't you like it when i do this anyways?''

''I don't have an issue with that Naoya, I just have work and I need to make us breakfas-'' He cut you off promptly.

''You can worry about feeding me later, for now I want this and you'll give it to me won't you?'' It seemed more rhetorical than anything.

''Yes I will then. Have me for so long as you like'' You were soft on the man, sweet even. He needed to do it to survive even if his methods were a tad bit cruel. You could forgive him. You liked him so it was okay right?

He kissed your eyelid and hummed in approval. He took off your shorts. Slipping a hand down, he began prodding at your entrance, switching between rubbing on your clit and fingering you.

''I don't wanna touch it anymore, let me put it in'' He murmured so you nodded, your hand slipping down from his shoulder to untie his pants. You pulled it out, giving his cock a few pumps before spreading your legs even further, inviting him to slot himself between your legs.

''You're such a needy cock-hungry whore huh? Look at how you spread yourself for me, are you this eager to take me? All of me?'' He whispered. ''You want my dick don't you baby? You want my seed aswell, want me to give it all to you?''

''Yea, give me it. Give yourself to me Naoya. Give me you and I'll be yours. Come on, please, don't make me wait any longer for you'' You whispered back, both hands cupping either side of his face and leaning in, a kiss clearly wanted. He looked at your eyes, scared and aroused at the clear devotion behind them. Were you actually that insane over him?

''Such romantic wording, it's almost as if you want more from me. Do you?'' His tone mocking and belittling any feelings you held but you refused to back down.

''But I do and you know I do. Stay with me, I'm better to you. Better than anyone else. Don't you want someone to love? Let me be that person. Find that worth within me Naoya'' You would beg and plead as hard as you could, you would do anything to get him to see it the way you did, to feel the way you did.

''You really are perfect, just as pathetic and attention hungry as i like them, you'll rely on me won't you? How would you feel about marrying me despite the fact I'm a kitsune hm?'' He was just fucking with you, seeing how far you would take this delusional fantasy of love and future, cruel but it was fun to him.

''I'll be your wife then, I'll have your kids and we can get married then.'' The words practically poured out your mouth, each letter and word spilling from your tongue into the open air. ''We could have kids and a life, you could stay at home or i could. I have a good enough job, we can afford a son or two if you want, I don't mind it being a boy or girl but what do you want from me? Say you want me too, let's be together then''

''Who said anything about kids you crazy woman?'' He snorted out, his response nothing more than a deflection than the fact that maybe just maybe the idea was starting to appeal to him.

You looked heartbroken, devastated even. He found you pretty like that, in a sad sorry sort of way. A chance where he got to see just how much those dreams he made really meant to you.

''Then what was all that talk about knocking me up and giving me your seed? Do you not want to anymore? Was all of that just dirty-talk to get me off faster?'' You accused.

''Maybe but why do you care so much anyways?'' He retorted. ''You're moving way too fast don't you think?''

''I won't let you feed off me unless we become something Naoya! I'm sick of being uncertain on how to feel about you! Either stay or stop. You can't fuck me, compliment me, act if we're something and then not put a label on it. I'm begging you Naoya...just give me a shot. Make love to me now and see how you feel. Please just fuck me and think about it.''

He stared at you, a smirk breaking out across his face. He liked bullying you after all.

''Alright then, hold onto me then~. I'll make sure you're tied to me forever huh?'' The hope in your eyes didn't spark up as much as he thought. Disappointing. He'd find another way to break you when you were his, if you didn't drive yourself mad clawing and chasing after him first.

He suddenly thrust into you, a harsh suck in of his breath as he bottomed out in you. His bleached bangs sticking together and forming little gaps, he could see out of them and saw your expression. You looked like you were in bliss, like you had never been happier before, your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulder, leaving crescent shaped marks. The idea that you might have actually meant it hit him like a train. He never thought he'd see the day where someone accepted his selfish tendencies with open arms, begging to be his and promise to understand him. That's how he saw it, a human to devote their life and being to and as humiliating as it was, to keep him, you'd be more than willing to be that person.

Your filthy whines and moans urged him to go on. Harder and faster. To push your body to it's limits, twist it and contort it into any way you both felt good in.

''Keep going Naoya, I need you. I need you so bad. Keep going.'' You begged out, head shoved into the crook of his neck, drool dripping out as you desperately sucked and nipped at it.

He picked up the pace, going faster and faster, only goal in mind to see your fucked out expression, deny you of an orgasm and make you plead for it like how you did earlier. You sounded so sweet to him, the thought of it making his dick twitch and go even harder in all the excitement. His hands gripped onto your waist like a lifeline as he anchored himself, finding himself into a rhythm of pounding you with as much force and speed as he could possibly muster. Your loud moans overtaking any small grunts or whimpers he had slipped out. He was thrilled by the enjoyment you found in this, in him. To be used and bended to his every want and need, how could he ever ask for anything better?

''You said you wanted a baby right? Want me to put a baby in you? Knock you up and make you feel good? I'll do that baby, we'll be parents with a son huh?'' He barely stuttered the words out, noting how your pussy clenched whenever he mentioned that.

''You want a boy Naoya? We'll have a boy then, a sweet one and he'll have your eyes and we'll have a daughter too! She'll be like us won't she baby?'' You moaned out to him, the feeling that he was finally understanding your ideal filling you with a sense of bittersweet happiness. The sex euphoric and the outcome even better. Maybe you truly were in love with the man.

His thrusts got deeper and deeper in you, leaning down to kiss you. His tongue wet, hot, heavy and waiting for yours, you agreed and reciprocated back. Every movement of his sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

''Haah, you're so fucking tight, feels like you're squeezing the life out of me through my dick you fucking slut'' He snarled.

''I'm so close Naoya, keep going...'' You breathed out, forcing his head to plant another kiss on you.

He knocked all of the oxygen out of you, his kiss and body felt suffocating and breath-taking. He felt so amazing, like he had completed you, like he was all you ever needed. More than ever, you were convinced that he deserved to be yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed your hands on his back, burying his face straight into yours and forcing him to stay in that position.

He could tell what your motive was and he never felt the need to deny you. He knew your fear overtook the possibility of trusting him and that managed to only spike his arousal.

''Awe, does my sweet wife think I'd leave her hanging, you know I'd never pull out hm?'' You didn't trust his tone and you knew it, it was fun to say regardless.

''Fuck bitch, I'm close. If you want this baby, you'll have to come with me, okay slut?''

''I'm close too Naoya, just keep going, im so fucking close'' You sounded pathetic, whiny and needy. You loved it, you loved how he could make you feel that way. It was only testament to how he perfectly fit in you. Your orgasm was the best you ever had, making your entire body shudder in pleasure as your nails dug into his back.

''Cumming, cumming! Fucking take all of it you bitch....!'' He groaned out, his cum shooting deep in you, thick and heavy and warm, it filled you completely.

He pulled out, his member flaccid and completely drained, you noticed his legs shaking a bit as he completely flopped down next to you. Rolling over to your side, he stared up at you, his ears twitching before asking.

''Where's the breakfast i asked you for? And go wash my kimono now'' The post-orgasmic haze hadn't hit him like you had wished, he was still back to his asshole ways but what did you really expect?

You smiled at him, genuinely happy just to see his face. He was disturbed. Leaning over, you kissed his forehead gently, your breasts still bare infront of his face, it took all of his self control not to grope them. You had continued peppering those kisses all over, no spot was safe, from his mouth to his ear to his cheek and his jaw.

''I'll go make you breakfast now mkay? But i have to go to work right after, could you borrow my shirts for now? I'll wash your yukata when i get back.'' Standing up, you slipped on a cleaning sleeping gown, turning to the kitchen and securing your apron before decisively moving to the pan and ingredients.

He followed after, his footsteps making no quiet sound and wrapped one of his hands on your breasts and the other on your hip, he watched your cooking before murmuring.

''You should quit your job,yknow? It's not traditional for a woman to be working. Your job is here, in the kitchen, spreading your legs for me and making food for our kids''

You tried your hardest not to snicker to yourself. His logic really was backwards, you had just wanted a family not a nuclear one.

''And who would provide for us then? I think you're forgetting you're a kitsune Naoya, your ears and tail are as clear as day. People wouldn't hire a glorified divine furry, especially not a spoiled one at that.''

His ears laid flat, clearly irritated by you pointing out the obvious.

''I'll have you know I'm proud of my place among the spirits and that i can conceal my ears and tail too yknow!'' He hissed out.

''Then why do you have them out? Seems a bit strange doesn't it?'' You questioned.

He stared at you with absolute pride in his voice.

''Because I'm proud of the fact that I'm a kitsune, and because it feels really good whenever people touch behind them. I'm still fairly young in their standards but I'm a prodigy.'' The superiority really reeked off this guy. He followed it up by saying.

''Quit your job, I'll go out and find us one.''

You giggled to yourself before responding with.

''No Naoya, you don't have a degree or education you sly fox and i like my job. Get your hands off please, I'm going to work now''

He huffed. More disappointed than anything and muttered something about you being back in bed by 5, dismissing you with a wave of his hand and a quick kiss.

You're glad you convinced him to marry you.

If you came across this post first, there's two previous parts you need to read for this to make sense!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

He didn't listen. No matter how much you begged, he simply turned his back. The confessions of love spilled from you, promises of being able to fill the void in him fell on deaf ears. You felt yourself drown in more helplessness.

Holding his face gently, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, shoving the fear in your heart down for his sake. A ''tch'' came from him in response, something about him muttering at you being too clingy.

''You won't die right?'' The words were whispered, half-hearted and forced, it was clear to him that you didn't want him to leave but his first priority, his entire reason for existing surrounded that man.

He knew you loved him but he loved the idea of being challenged more. He knew that the King of curses was the only one who could understand him, not you, what would you know about being alone? Only the strong could understand each-other and you said it yourself, you were weak. You wouldn't be what he craves, what he needs and so he turned on you. Seeing him stand tall and proud without you by his side broke your heart.

In a flash, he was gone, running towards his own doom with an eager look in his eye, he refused to live for anything more, seeing and seeking only the thrill and never the impact. You saw him on the screen, mania in all it's glory, taking the form of the most infuriately handsome man you had ever seen.

Sukuna stood there, a shit-eating grin on his face, a sight you couldn't stand to see, pride oozing off the man as if it was some sort of birth right. His true form just as hideous as the stories passed down had claimed. Kashimo had activated his technique, contorting into this hideous beast you weren't even certain was him anymore, his hair shaped into. He has three eyes and his body radiated electricity, the harsh sound crackling through the speakers, both men charged at each-other like animals, trading blows with murderous intent. Kashimo's body contorted in ways you weren't even certain any human should be able to do. He really was battle-hungry as he claimed.

Hajime had confided in Sukuna, telling him all about the emptiness he faced. Sukuna indulged in him, telling him the tale of a woman who claimed to love such a heartless beast such as himself.

''There was once a fool who preached to me about love.'' The disconnect from his own humanity was clear in his tone, he yammered on, taking jabs at said woman, insulting her for holding the false and exaggerated view in her mind.

''She would have been better suited to you or Gojo.'' The wording made Kashimo freeze as he remembered you, the one person who had said such words to him.

''I had one of my own.'' Sukuna tilted his head in curiousity.

''She also told me about love, she had said she loved me, even now she does. She promises that she can change me and my views, that there's more to life than pursuing strength, I don't believe her but I know she does.''

''Why are you here if you're simply going to lament over what could have been. You're strong. Aren't you here to fight me?'' The question snapped Kashimo back to reality, he was strong. The idea of grieving over what could have been was silly.

The fight continued, a higher sense of tension pumping through the atmosphere, you clamped your hands together in some sort of prayer to a divine figure you weren't even sure of. Kashimo was thrown back, his head went first, limbs falling off one by one. You couldn't even recognise the gruesome imagery, that was all of the man you love.