gambling debts. that's what brought him here. you heard the rumors—how he'd lost everything in a single night, how he'd burned through every contact, every favor, until this was all that remained.

the bass thrums through your body as toji takes the stage, and your breath catches. he's wearing leather pants that hang low on his hips, that scarred, muscular torso on full display under the club lights.

his eyes find yours in the crowd immediately. a wicked smirk crosses his face as he grips the pole, and you know this performance is for you alone.

he moves with lethal grace as his body rolls sinuously, muscles flexing as he works the pole. when he drops into a split, the crowd screams, but he's still watching you—only you. money rains onto the stage, but toji ignores it. he stalks to the edge, crouches down in front of where you're sitting, tilts his head.

"so you came to gawk?" his voice is rough, as he steps off the stage, leading you to a more… private room. "wanted to see how far the mighty have fallen?"

"i came to see you," you say simply.

he laughs lowly, "you know what i am now? a fucking piece of meat for people to throw money at. that turn you on, sweetheart? knowing i'm this desperate?"

you grab his wrist, holding his gaze. "you could lick portable toilets for a living and i'd still get turned on, 'ji."

he leans in to kiss you—hard. he bites your bottom lip harsh enough to sting, then soothes it with his tongue, swallowing your gasp. his hands are everywhere, rough and demanding, like he's trying to reclaim some sense of control.

"fuck," he breathes against your mouth. "you have no idea what you do to me."

he drops to his knees in front of you, and the sight alone nearly undoes you. toji fushiguro, on his knees, looking up at you with those dark, hungry eyes, still dressed in his skimpy man-whore attire. his hands make quick work of your pants, yanking them down with your underwear in one smooth motion.

"gonna make you forget where we are," he promises, voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "gonna make you forget everything except my name."

his mouth is on you before you can respond, tongue working with devastating precision. he eats you out like a man starving, like you're the first good thing he's tasted in months. the obscene wet sounds fill the small room, mixing with your increasingly desperate moans.

"that's it," he growls against your flesh. "let me hear you, baby. let everyone in this shithole know who's making you feel this good."

your fingers tangle in his dark hair, hips rolling against his face as he adds two thick fingers, curling them just right. the dual sensation has you seeing stars, thighs trembling as he works you closer and closer to the edge.

"toji," you gasp. "fuck, 'ji, i'm—"

"not yet." he pulls back, and you whimper at the loss. he stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with lust. "you don't cum until i'm inside you. understand?"

you nod frantically, and he spins you around, pressing your chest against the wall. you hear the clink of his belt, the rustle of fabric, and then the thick head of his cock is pressing against your pussy.

"been thinking about this," he admits, voice rough. "every night on that fucking stage, grinding on strangers, all i could think about was you. how you'd feel. how you'd sound."

he pushes in with one brutal thrust, and you cry out at the stretch. he's big—almost too big—but the burn is delicious, overwhelming. he doesn't give you time to adjust, setting a punishing pace that has you bracing against the wall.

"fuck, you're tight," he groans, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. "taking my cock so well, baby. such a good little slut for me."

the degradation mixed with praise makes your head spin. he reaches around, fingers finding your clit, and the added stimulation has you clenching around him.

"gonna fill you up," he pants. "gonna pump you so full of my cum you'll be dripping for days. mark you as mine. would you like that, sweetheart? want everyone to know you let a broke stripper fuck you raw?"

"yes," you gasp. "yes, toji, please—"

"then come for me. come on my cock like the desperate little thing you are."

the command combined with his fingers on your clit sends you over the edge. you come with a broken cry, clenching around him rhythmically as pleasure crashes through you. he follows with a guttural groan, hips slamming forward one final time as he spills inside you, hot and thick.

for a long moment, neither of you moves. he's still buried inside you, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, breathing hard.

"i'm getting out of this place," he mutters against your neck. "gonna make real money again. gonna give you everything you deserve."

"i don't need everything," you whisper back. "i just need you, 'ji"

"leave. all of you."

sukuna's voice echoes through the chamber, and his concubines freeze. they look at each other in confusion, then at you—kneeling beside his throne as always.

"my lord?" one brave woman ventures. "have we displeased you?"

"you bore me." his four eyes don't leave you as he speaks. "i have no use for any of you anymore. get out of my sight."

the women flee, and suddenly you're alone with the king of curses. he reaches down with one massive hand, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze.

"do you know why i sent them away, angel?"

you shake your head, heart pounding.

"because you're the only woman’s hair i can bear to have laying on my sheets; the incense of my chambers only smell right when mixed with your essence, you've ruined me for anyone else."

you guess you've always known you were his favourite, the silk beneath you is the finest in the realm—crimson and gold, woven by hands that will never touch such luxury themselves. incense burns in ornate braziers. pillows embroidered with thread-of-gold, lacquered boxes holding treasures from across the land.

"sukuna—"

"silence." but his tone is almost gentle. "i'm going to worship you now. going to show you what it means to be chosen by a god."

he strips you slowly, reverently, each piece of clothing removed with care. when you're naked in his lap, he just looks at you for a long moment.

"beautiful," he murmurs as his hands roam your body—one pair cupping your breasts, another gripping your hips "such delicate beauty. such fragile mortality. tell me, angel, do you understand the honor bestowed upon you? you are not merely favored—you are singular. absolute. the only vessel worthy of my attentions... you are only mine now, angel."

he lifts you easily, positioning you over his girth. you're already wet from his attention, but the stretch as he lowers you onto him makes you gasp.

"take it, angel. take all of me—let your king worship you as you deserve," he guides you down slowly, letting you adjust to his size. "no other shall know my touch. no other shall warm my bed. you have become my sole indulgence, and I intend to savor you thoroughly."

when he's fully seated inside you, he holds you still, just savoring the connection. then he starts moving you, using his strength to lift and lower you on his cock while his other hands play with your body.

the pleasure builds quickly with so many hands on you, so much stimulation. his cock fills you completely, hitting deep with every thrust.

"come for your king, angel. show me your devotion."

you shatter around him, and sukuna follows immediately, filling you with his release as he holds you close with all four arms.

"such eagerness." his fingers circle your clit with maddening precision. "does it arouse you, angel? knowing that a being of my power, my terrible magnificence, has chosen you above all others? that I have forsaken an entire harem for the privilege of your body?"

“y-yes..” you breathe out

"you shall never leave these chambers," he finally says, voice returning to that careful eloquence. "i shall keep you here, in silk and luxury, and i shall worship you as the divine creature you are. my singular obsession. my perfect, precious angel."

as he lays you back against the pillows, beginning his attentions anew, you realize that you have no desire to refuse.

"working late again?"

you jump at gojo's voice, spinning in your chair to find him leaning against the doorframe of his office, that infuriating smirk on his face.

"someone has to finish these reports," you mutter, trying to ignore how good he looks with his jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up.

he crosses the room in three strides, spinning your chair to face him. "all work and no play makes you very tense, baby." his hands land on the armrests, caging you in. "i can help with that."

"gojo—"

"it's satoru when we're alone." his mouth finds your neck, sucking marks into your skin. "and you're going to call me that when i make you come on my desk."

heat pools between your legs. "we shouldn't—"

"but you want to." his hand slides up your thigh, beneath your skirt. "you're already soaking wet for me. such a good girl, always ready for my cock."

he pulls you to your feet, spinning you around and bending you over his desk. papers scatter as he flips your skirt up, tearing your panties aside.

"open your mouth, baby."

you turn your head to find his cock at your lips. you take him deep, relaxing your throat as he slides in. he groans, one hand fisting in your hair as he fucks your face.

"that's it, take it all like the good little slut you are."

his other hand works between your legs, fingers pumping into your dripping pussy. you moan around his cock, the vibrations making him curse.

he pulls out of your mouth, moving behind you. "beg for it."

"please, satoru, fuck me, i need—"

he slams inside, and you cry out at the sudden fullness. he sets a punishing pace, the desk creaking beneath you with every brutal thrust.

"this is what you needed, isn't it? needed me to fuck this needy cunt, fill you up with my cum."

"yes! god, yes, satoru!"

his hand cracks across your ass, the sting making you clench around him. "that's my good girl. gonna come all over my cock?"

his fingers find your clit, and you shatter, screaming his name as your orgasm rips through you. he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.

"gonna fill this pussy up, baby. gonna pump you so full of my cum you'll be dripping for days."

he buries himself deep and comes with a groan, flooding you with his release. you can feel it leaking out around his cock, dripping onto the desk.

he pulls out slowly, tucking himself away as you collapse against the desk, trembling.

"same time tomorrow, baby," he says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "we have a lot more overtime to catch up on."

"keep your eyes on me, princess."

gojo's voice drips with amusement as he hovers above you, those devastating blue eyes gleaming behind snow-white lashes. you're spread beneath him on silk sheets, completely naked, trembling with anticipation.

"i'm going to show you what infinity really feels like," he purrs, and suddenly there's something between you—invisible, thrumming with energy. his cock presses against your entrance, but there's a barrier, the thinnest possible space that makes every sensation magnify tenfold.

when he pushes inside, you scream. the infinity between your bodies creates a friction that shouldn't exist, every nerve ending sparking like live wires. he's inside you but separated by mere atoms, and it feels like being fucked and teased simultaneously.

"satoru—fuck—i can't—"

"yes, you can, princess. take it." his hips roll, and the barrier shifts, creating impossible pressure against your g-spot. your pussy clenches around him, trying to pull him closer, but infinity keeps that maddening distance.

he adjusts the technique, and suddenly the barrier concentrates around your clit. every thrust sends vibrations through it, like a thousand tongues licking at once. your back arches off the bed, hands clawing at his shoulders.

"that's it, let me see you fall apart." gojo's grin is wicked as he fucks you harder, the infinity pulsing in rhythm with his movements. the sensation is overwhelming—you can feel every ridge of his cock, every vein, amplified beyond reason.

your orgasm builds embarrassingly fast, pressure coiling in your core. the barrier shifts again, now creating suction around your nipples while he pounds into you. it's too much, too intense, pleasure bordering on pain.

"come for me, princess. show me how pretty you look when you break."

the infinity concentrates on your clit, vibrating at a frequency that shatters you completely. you come with a broken sob, pussy spasming around his cock as waves of pleasure crash through you. gojo groans, dropping the barrier to feel your walls grip him directly, and the sudden full contact makes you come again immediately.

"fuck, you're perfect," he gasps, fucking you through the aftershocks. "so tight, so wet for me. gonna fill this pretty pussy up."

he releases inside you with a low moan, and you feel every pulse of his cum, every twitch of his cock. when he finally pulls out, he reactivates infinity just at your entrance, keeping his release trapped inside you.

"can't let any of it escape, princess. want you full of me all day."