Summary: Toji Fushiguro exudes one thing: Danger. But underneath all that roughness and toughness lies a soft, loving husband and an even softer father to a curious little toddler.
a/n: Finally! As per this post, I realised a master list would be very useful since I will focus more on this "series" of sorts. My plan is to continue with oneshots with Papa!Toji and after a couple more of them I have an idea that I think you guys are going to LOVE! Also I gave you a little sneak peak at my future plans below! ;)
âËâč⥠Papa!Toji : The Episodes:
đ«§Papa!Toji shaves with toddler!Megumi to surprise you
đĄPapa!Toji going to a theme park with Toddler!Megumi
đFarmers market run with Papa!Toji
đŸPapa!Toji goes to a shelter to surprise Toddler!Megumi
Love is a contact sport: Ch1: Men don't fight like that
Pairing: Boxer!Sukuna x fem!reader [ongoing series]
Summary: Ryomen Sukuna is a simple man, all he needs is a cigarette, an occasional drink and someone he could beat up when asked. After an accidental meeting with a boxing coach he tries to put his talent to good use - become the national boxing champion. But when the phone rings, will a coach and his daughter be enough to make him change his ways?
Word count: 5.1k
Tags: Â MDNI, 18+, VIOLENCE, eventual smut, fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of fights, mentions of stalking, use of drugs, use of alcohol, slow burn, angst, hurt/no comfort, hurt/comfort, death, grief, violent Sukuna (not towards reader), cocky Sukuna, smut, p in v, oral (f! and m! receiving), fingering, nipple play, size difference.
Starting something new is never easy. You stand there frozen, fear and uncertainty eating you alive as you try to tell yourself how you are overreacting, how all of this is nothing, how you can always say âfuck thisâ and walk away. The comfort and familiarity of your old life stands there, taunting you, expecting you to come crawling back to them like a man who lost everything.Â
But he didnât crawl. Because Ryomen Sukuna never crawls.
 The old building stood in front of him - the pale yellow facade was splattered with marks from rusting, leaky ac units, graffiti adorned it like it was a canvas. If you were a passer-by the building would blend into the background of your vision and you would forget about it as soon as youâve seen it. And he was there - all six foot three of him stood there looking up at the busted sign above the door that simply said âgymâ. His bag was slung over his shoulders which gave this feeling of relaxation. His hand flew to his salmon locks, trying to remove the sticky sweat from his forehead. Taking his phone out, he quickly glanced at the clock. 6:20PM. The old man said the practice starts at 6:30PM. Sharp. He just needed to find the locker room, change and get out there. Simple. But there was something twisting in his stomach. He didnât want to be there, he really didnât want to, and he didnât know why he had accepted that old manâs offer that night. But there was no going back now. He promised.Â
The door of the gym swung open as he entered,keeping his head low, hoping that no one was there to greet him. And to his relief the room was empty. A reception desk stood in front of him, littered with all kinds of papers and leaflets. On the wall stood a simple printed poster of the membership prices and working hours. But Sukuna had something different on his mind. Finding the locker room in time. 06:22 PM. He stalled longer than he had expected and now he had to be lightning quick. He spotted a small sign saying âLOCKERSâ on the wall and he sighed with relief. He quickly went through the hall and looked at the tiny door at the end. Twisting the handle, he took a deep breath in and entered.
Finally. It hit him. The smell of rubber, blood and sweat hit his nostrils all at once as he entered, sending the stress of this whole mess straight into his fists. 06:27PM. He had three minutes. He unbuttoned his jeans in a hurry and tried sliding them down his legs, stomping on the ends. The raw denim, however, stuck to his thighs like second skin, not wanting to let go.Â
âOh fuck me..â he spat as he bent down to take off his jeans like a normal person.Â
He quickly put on his crimson shorts and started tackling with his shirt next. This will require some patience. He grabbed the hem of his gray shirt and started lifting his arms slowly, carefully - this was the last whole shirt he had, and he knew he couldnât go to his job in his old band tees. His hands passed his waist and began reaching his ribs, so far so good. As he passed his ribs with the hem of his shirt in hand he started to feel resistance. The sweat from the heat and stress was not helping as the black compression shirt stuck to him like glue. He glanced at his phone. 06:29 PM. Fuck. He tried to wiggle out of it, but it caught on his lats and wasnât letting go.Â
âyou motherfu-â he hissed as he yanked his hands up, desperately trying to free himself.Â
*hrrkk*
the seam ripped as the shirt went over his head. There it went. His last fucking shirt. He crumpled it up and stuffed it in his bag. He didnât have time to think about this right now, he would just ask Toji for some spare ones, even though this one was also Tojiâs..
He quickly got an old tank top on and changed into his old, busted up sneakers. 06:31 PM. He snatched his water bottle from the bag and got out into the gym.
The gym was illuminated with white lights that hung off the walls. In the middle of it was a large ring where two guys stood, talking. The walls of the gym were adorned with all kinds of posters and news articles of fights won. In the middle of the wall stood a large mirror overlooking the ring. The smell of iron and sweat was even stronger than in the locker room, but it was the only thing that gave Sukuna a little comfort. He squinted at the blearing lights trying to find the old man when he heard the whistle.Â
âYou.â an old raspy voice barked from the left. The man standing had a permanent frown on his face from years of shouting and scowling at his athletes. His short gray hair crowned his head as he looked at Sukuna with eyes full of agitation.Â
âLaps.â The old man said quickly.
Sukunaâs eyebrows shot up and a scowl appeared on his face and he looked at him with a dose of indignation. What the hell was he going to do laps for?Â
âI came here to box old man, not run a marathon.â He spat.
âOh? You came here to box? Alright then. Letâs see what you got.â The man spoke coldly. He passed Sukuna and started going towards the ring in the middle of the room. Sukuna never took his crimson eyes off of him, unsure of what heâll do next.Â
âSatoru!â The old man roared. Despite his old and frail frame the man had some lungs in him.
âYouâre up. This is your opponent.â he said, pointing at Sukuna, who had a smirk plastered on his face. The man who turned his head was one of the guys standing in the ring, talking. His unnaturally white hair fell over his cerulean blue eyes as he turned his head. He had a tall, lean frame but nowhere near as large as Sukunaâs.Â
Satoru looked towards his coach and let out a laugh.Â
âThis guy?â, He said, pointing at Sukuna with his chin, arms crossed as he did so, âGimme a break Yaga I wonât entertain your new toys,â Satoru scoffed, âHe doesnât even have gloves. Hell, heâs not even wrapped. Have you ever seen a ring pinkie pie?â The white-haired man shouted to Sukuna.
âI donât need gloves to fuck you up fuckwad!â Sukuna roared as he came up to the ring, ducking in between the ropes to get in. He was seething with anger. Who the fuck does this white-haired weirdo think he is, sounding all high and mighty. No, he hasnât seen a ring. You donât need a ring when you go to threaten people and beat some sense into them. A ring could be anything in Sukunaâs mind - the street, a club, a bathroom in a restaurant, hell, even a bedroom. In his world there was no need for stupid wraps or gloves, the stronger you hit, the faster it ends.
 And so he went up there, just his scarred knuckles and raw strength. He looked at the two men standing in the ring. The man next to Satoru had long black hair that was tied up in a man bun and the aura he exuded was aloof and uninterested. He would deal with him later, for now the target was the white-haired asshole. Sukuna put his fists up while searching for any openings that freak had. Left cheekbone, stomach, chin. He counted them all. Satoru put on his sparring helmet and the mouthguard. The man-bun tightened Satoruâs gloves and he turned around to face Sukuna.Â
âPut on a helmet at least, I would feel bad busting you up on your first day.â Satoru smirked. He was bouncing from one leg to the other, like a little kid in a candy store. His hands were beside his torso, swinging.Â
âIâll go easy, donât worry.. Whatâs your name again?â He asked with a slight lisp from his mouthguard.Â
âRyomen Sukuna, asshole.â Sukunaâs voice was ice cold. He just stood there with his guard up, waiting for Satoru to start the fight. He knew the catch with guys like Satoru - the fast kind, the ones you have to chase around and subsequently lose your footing while they use that to their advantage. Waiting him out was the best strategy.Â
âDonât dance around pussy, fight.â Sukuna spat and his crimson eyes darted around Satoruâs openings again.Â
âWell, Ryomen Sukuna, I will when you put on a helmet, I fight fair.â Â
âThose are for pussies, fight like a man.â Sukuna spat as he tightened his fists, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.Â
âSatoru, get on with it I donât have all day!â Yaga roared from the corner of the ring. Sukuna turned to look at the sudden noise when he felt a sudden sharp pain across his nose. The scent of blood immediately filled his nostrils as the pain bloomed across his face. The crackle of cartilage filled his ears. That was a heavy punch. His head swung back. The pain became dizzying.Â
âNever take your eyes off of your opponent, newbie. Rule number one in boxing. â The white-haired man smirked. Sukunaâs eyes immediately darted toward Satoru. He straightened up in a second as his hand went flying faster than the thought went through his mind. A punch to the abdomen, just at the diaphragm. Precise and calculated. He could hear the air being pushed out of Satoruâs lungs. A low grunt escaped Satoruâs lips as he doubled over. But Sukuna was nowhere near done. He had just started. Satoru threw another punch aimed at his left temple. He ducked.Â
âIs this guy your strongest, old man? What a fucking joke!â Sukuna asked , smirking, eyes locked on Satoru who was sweating bullets, trying to regain his breath. The pink-head had that predatory glint in his eyes. The one that would usually send shivers down a personâs back. His crimson eyes looked for a chance, an opening in Satoruâs defence, anything. He hit Satoru again. A quick jab, straight to the middle of his face. His raw knuckles burned at the punch but he paid no mind.Â
The only thing he thought about was seeing this guy on the floor. Sukunaâs tattooed torso rippled with every punch he threw. It was a relentless fury of punches heading in Satoruâs direction. Head, nose, shoulder, head again. He stumbled back into the ropes, head spinning as blood poured out of his nose like a faucet. The dark purple bruise bloomed over Satoruâs eye as he wiped his nose. It was time for a switch or he wonât endure this. There was no stopping this guy - so he started wearing him out. Satoru begun flying around the ring, desperately trying to regain his breath.Â
âYou should try and punch, asshole, not dance around me.â Sukuna laughed.Â
âYeah and you should try and move, newbie, you havenât moved an inch since we started.â Satoru smirked while jumping, droplets of sweat falling off of his hair, hitting the floor of the ring.Â
âAnd yet I still got your ass.â Sukuna sneered.Â
Satoru took a good look at Sukuna - his crimson irises, oozing hubris, fixated on Saroruâs face, nostrils flaring, his stance that was too rigid, too upright, his fists too stiff in the way he hit.
âSo, Ryomen Sukuna, do you wanna be a champion? Is that why youâre here? To prove to everyone who ever doubted you that you are worthy of the champion title?â Satoru mocked, his feet never stopping. âEveryone comes here with that in mind, you know. But they all fail. Do you know why? Because they donât have what it takes.âÂ
âAnd you do?â Sukuna cocked an eyebrow.Â
âI never said I wanted to be a champion now did I? You gotta listen better, pinkie. Tsk tsk tsk. All of you assholes come here, walking in like you own this place. But let me tell you now, Ryomen Sukuna, youâll. Never. Be. A. Champion. Get that through your thick head.âÂ
Satoruâs words echoed across the walls.Â
And at that moment Sukuna set his sights on the white-head. His feet moved in a blink, coming up to Satoru in an instant. The pair of cerulean eyes widened at the sudden intrusion of personal space when his windpipe started to close. A second was all it took for Sukuna to wrap his large hand around Satoruâs throat and start squeezing. His grip was iron, slowly squeezing the air out of Satoru whose vision began blurring. Sukunaâs eyes were frantic, their crimson color amplifying the murderous intent behind them.
 If he wanted to, he could kill Satoru right then and there.
Suddenly, a high-pitched noise broke through the silence. Yaga got up from his chair, whistle in hand and started quickly walking towards the ring.Â
âHEY! Knock it off both of you!â He spat as he got inside to separate the guys. Sukuna let go of him and Satoru fell backwards on the ropes, his friend catching him quickly.Â
âNow give me one good goddamn reason not to kick you out this second boy!â He roared, pushing his thin finger in Sukunaâs chest.Â
âAre you sick in the fucking head?â The guy with the man-bun yelled as he looked over at Sukuna while trying to lift Satoru up.Â
âHe was asking for it.â Sukuna shrugged, his voice full of venom. Satoru started coming to soon enough, his legs still a bit shaky but he managed to get up. He held onto his friend as he regained his breath.
âIm fine Suguru. He stammered, rubbing his hand around his throat, soothing the blooming pain.Â
âAlright everyone, practice is done, Sugru take Satoru to the medic, and youâ he pointed at Sukna âWeâre gonna have a serious talk.âYaga âs eyes turned into slits as he looked Sukuna up and down. His posture was relaxed, arms lazily hung next to his torso, like he just didnât almost kill a man. His tattooed chest rose and fell slowly, he was calm. Too calm.Â
Suguru took Satoruâs arm around his shoulders and started walking towards the medicâs room. He spat as he passed Sukuna, staring daggers through him.Â
âYouâre mine next time, asshole.â he hissed.
âHm, Iâll be waiting.â Sukuna scoffed. His eyes followed them, lingering on their figures before they left the gym completely. He fucked up. He knew it in his bones, yet he couldn't help but think to himself how arrogant that asshole was. He had it coming, and if Sukuna was going to be the one to fuck him up, so be it.Â
What pulled him out of his thoughts was a sharp slap across his cheek. His head swung as his eyes set on Yaga whose hand was pressed against Sukunaâs cheek. The loud crack bounced off the walls.Â
âIf you do that shit again..âhe said, voice cold as ice, âYou will be out of here for good do you understand me? It was you who said fight like a man right? Men donât fight like that Sukuna. Assholes do. Men who have zero morals do. Am I making myself clear? You have one more chance. Now you better start running, you prick.âÂ
âHow many old man?â Sukuna mumbled, nostrils flaring with anger.
âUntil you fall over.â said as he turned and headed for his office door at the far corner of the gym.
 With that the tattooed brute started running laps around the gym, his chest rising and falling with the pace he had set. His legs burned but he didnât stop. He couldnât. This was going to be one hell of a long nightâŠ
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The office door closed with a loud thud. All of a sudden, the stifling air became charged with a whirlwind of emotions. Yaga entered, his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose as he sat down with a huff. The old office chair creaked under his weight.Â
âThey called, again..â You said, voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes found your father slumped in his chair utterly exhausted. Rubbing your hands against each other, you tried removing the sweat that made them feel clammy - a hard task indeed.Â
âWhat did they want now?â He sighed, putting on his glasses as he took up a notebook filled with monthly expenses for the gym. The bills piled up high - rent, electricity, water, heating, the air conditioning there was no end in sight. He flipped through the pages, a defeated look spread across his face.Â
âThey, uh, they said they want to see five thousand by the end of the month, or..â You whispered.Â
âOr what?â Yaga growled, his eyebrows fusing in an angry line.Â
âOr there will be consequences..â you mumbled looking at you father with a worried look.Â
His nostrils flared with anger as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
âFucking.. ASSHOLES!â He roared, throwing the notebook across the cramped office. The pages fluttered around as the notebook flew, hitting a lonely shelf with a loud bang. The trophies on the shelf shook violently from the force of impact, as pictures began sliding down to the floor. You silently got up and started picking them up one by one. Your dad was in one, grinning from ear to ear. He was about three decades younger but his short hair had some color in it, not the typical gray he had these days. His gloved fist rose in the air, victorious. That was the first time he had won the national championship. Yaga told you that story countless times before. How he was so tired he couldnât get up, that all he could feel was the dull ache in his fists and shoulders. How he had to put all of his focus on standing his ground. How his opponent was twice his size but it didnât matter, that he had to deliver the final blow - and he did.Â
Next one was a photo of him and your mom, grinning in front of the gym with a small key in hand. You sighed, holding the picture a little tighter in your hands. Your mom was so pretty and indescribably happy in the photo. She looked like she was on top of the world - her smile warm and genuine as she held up the key to the gym. She was the brain behind all the muscles of this place, as your father said. While your dad was out there training the future champions of boxing she stayed behind, in the chair you are now sitting in, taking care of all problems that popped up along the way. You remember her sitting at her desk, relentlessly typing on her computer as your father showed you around the gym and teaching you how to hit the boxing bag when you were only three. â, sheâs too young for that, sheâll hurt herself!â she would always say after watching the two of you play-fight.
But then she became frailer and frailer. As time went on the stress of her job caught up with her and she could not fight anymore. Her face was gaunt with prominent dark circles around her eyes - but they never lost their spark. And the coughing. The relentless coughing that would pull you from your sleep. It went on for hours and there was nothing you could do. And then one day it all stopped. You remember standing outside of your parentsâ bedroom hearing your fatherâs sobs as he begged âOne more round babe, come on, donât do this. Please..â
 Nothing was ever the same after she was gone. Your father stopped coming to the gym, his athletes found new coaches, and the bills started piling up higher and higher. You were fifteen when you decided to fill in your motherâs shoes. You started cleaning around, renovating the gym, keeping up with the relentless bank calls - and it was you who helped your father slowly come out of his shell little by little. The wounds of the loss of your mother healed, but they did leave a pretty nasty scar.Â
You got up from the floor and sat back at your desk, taking a good look at .Â
âDad.. we canât keep doing this. Its time. We must close it.â You said as you straightened up, trying to look serious.Â
âNo! We are NOT closing the gym! Your mother.. She didnât lose her life so I could close..â he choked on his words. âWe just need a champion, a winner. After that they will all know that they are making a mistake!âÂ
âDad.. come on, not this again..â Your voice rose up as you stared at him. âThe gym didnât produce a champion for the last eight years and counting. Do you honestly think that any of the guys in here are capable of being a champion? Satoru with his ego, Suguru with his aloofness, and Choso who is softer that a teddy bear, dad be realistic. We canât win!â You yelled, the words sounding harsher than you intended, but it was too late now. They were out. The feeling of the last eight years finally found its way to come out of you.
Yagaâs heart sank. He just stared at you with a devastated look written all over its face. You fucked up. Big time. But you didnât have time for a single thought, because the door of your office swung open with a loud bang and in stumbled a six foot three mountain of a man. His torso, covered in black tattoos, sprawling from his wrists, around his biceps, on his shoulders and snaking down from his neck towards his chest was covered with a sheen of sweat. His face, covered in the same style of tattoos - harsh lines outlining his jaw and cheekbones, was speckled with beads of sweat rolling from his forehead and temples. The salmon pink strands were glued to his forehead, hiding his eyes. Oh his eyes. His crimson irises looked around the room as he examined both yours and Yagaâs faces. He slumped forward , trying to regain his breath when he suddenly spoke.Â
âI⊠I can get you what you need old man.â He huffed. âI can be your champion.âÂ
âHow.. how much did you hear?â Yaga asked, baffled at the state of this guy.Â
âEnough.â
âDad.. Who.. Whoâs this?â You said, eyebrows shooting up at the sudden intrusion.Â
âRyomen Sukuna, pleasure.â Sukuna rasped, quickly glancing at you and returning to look at your father.Â
âAre you alright? You want me to get you some water or?â You asked, as you stood up, worry written all over your face. Other guys never came out this sweaty after practice. This guy just stood there, staring at your father without uttering a single word.Â
âDad, what in the hell did you do out there?âÂ
âI told him to do laps. Standard.â Yaga replied, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âI get it but this seems a bit excessive, donât you-â
âUntil I fall over. So here.. Here I am. â Sukuna rasped.
âSukuna⊠Just.. just go home.â he muttered,âWeâll talk next time, and do not be a second late I mean it.âÂ
âAlright.âÂ
And with that he turned around and closed the door behind him. What was up with this guy? His presence was a new level of intimidating, yet he listened to your fatherâs insane command. You glanced at who was staring at the closed door of your office.Â
âDad what are you..?âÂ
âHeâll do it.â Yaga whispered, a smirk forming on his face.
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Despite the muggy heat of the afternoon, the night was slightly chilly. Getting out of the old building Sukuna slung his bag over his shoulders, his thighs still burning from the relentless running he was subjected to. What a day. From ripping his shirt at the beginning to choking out that white-haired arrogant asshole, to then running fifty laps around the gym. Oh, yeah he had to call Toji to tell him about the shirt, and the fact he choked somebody out. Fun.Â
âFuck me..â He whispered, sliding his hand across his face. The guy had it out for himself. âDonât talk shit if you canât get hitâ Sukuna thought to himself. But If he wanted to become the champion he would have to get on that old manâs good side.
âYou? Boxing? Come on sweetie, donât make me laughâŠâÂ
Her fucking voice. Again. Echoing through his mind like a fucking parasite. He fumbled around his pockets trying to find his cigarettes, he needed something to calm down. Desperately. He found them finally, taking one between his fingers and lighting it up. The hot puff of smoke rose quickly as he dragged the smoke into his lungs. The wave of calm finally hit him, but his night was far from over. As soon as he pulled the first puff of smoke into his lungs his phone vibrated in his pocket. Taking it out he saw the unsaved number and answered immediately.Â
âSir..â His tone was flat.Â
âHeh, there is my hand of iron, Sukuna, my boy, howâve you been?â The voice echoed over the speaker.Â
âPretty good sir, what can I help you with?â
âListen, tonight I need you to go to the Zenith tonight.â
âThe night club?â Sukuna asked, pulling another huff from his cigarette.Â
âYes, the night club, please follow my boy. There you will see a man whose picture and name Iâll send you. Heâs the representative of the âCamo Enterpriseâ who will be hosting a press conference regarding their new ski resort tomorrow. There he plans on exposing our future plans for the company, since, unfortunately, he worked for us before joining âCamo Enterpriseâ I hope you know what you need to do. â The voice said.Â
âYes sir it will be..â the line cut off. Great. Instead of sitting in his home, cracking a beer and watching a movie he would have to dress up and go beat up some random guy. What an incredible way to spend the night. He started walking up to the train station wondering if he still had that suit Toji lent him a couple of months ago, because getting in Zenith is no easy task.Â
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He pulled up in front of the club, trying to act as nonchalant as he possibly could given the reason for his visit to this place. He checked himself in the rearview mirror - the black shirt pulled taut over his chest and the burgundy jacket perfectly framing his broad shoulders. He checked his watch. 12:35 AM. Time to move. He got out of the car and strolled up to security, completely disregarding the queue behind him.Â
âHello there gentlemen! There seems to be a little misunderstanding, you see, my colleagues are in there celebrating a big achievement for our company,â He pulls out a âCamo Enterpriseâ ID with his information. Tojiâs work. âAnd as you see Im out here.â He huffed, sounding genuinely defeated. The security guard took the ID from him and took a good look at it.Â
âBeat it salmon-hair.â He barked.Â
 Now see, if it was his first time he had to do this he would be quite stumped. But it wasnât. It was his life. He looked around as he pulled a thick wad of cash out of his pocket.Â
âNow, gentlemen, I think we can let this one slide right?â He cooed, voice dripping in honey. The two men looked at each other and quickly snatched the wad right out of Sukunaâs fingers. They started counting and once they passed one thousand the door opened.Â
âRight this way sir.âÂ
Sukuna entered the club and was immediately hit with the stench of alcohol and expensive perfume that women who frequent this place wore. The lights were blearing as techno music exploded from the floor to ceiling speakers. It was a shitshow. And there he was. The man Sukna was looking for. His face flushed a deep shade of red as he hugged a women and started preparing himself a line.Â
âWhat a dickheadâ Sukuna mumbled as he sat at the bar.Â
âWhat can I get you sir?â A womanâs voice chirped near his ear.Â
âWhiskey. Neat. â he said, not taking his eyes off of the man.
Soon, his drink arrived and he took a sip. The waiting game begins. A couple of minutes passed when the man stood up, swaying and earning a drunken cackle from his group.Â
âBathroom! Then evrâthin else..â the man slurred as he walked towards the restroom. Bingo. Sukuna downed his drink in a large gulp and turned around to make sure he wasnât so suspicious. He got up and slowly went to the restroom.Â
When he entered, he looked around discretely, checking for anyone else but the man he needed. Luckily it was just him standing at the urinal humming an unknown tune. Sukuna entered the urinal next to him, pretending to take a piss.Â
âSo..â he began âbig party tonight huh boss.âÂ
âYeeah, yeeeah, my cmpany got this biig sale, yâknow!â The man slurred âWe got a whole fuckin ski resort, canyou belive?âÂ
âOh thatâs incredible sir, and which company is it?â Sukuna flashed a sweet smile.Â
âCamo Enterprise. THE fuckin buldozer of the sports world! HicâÂ
By now they were already washing their hands at the sink. This was it. The moment that made everything worthwhile. Sukuna looked at him from the mirror and pounced in a split second making the man choke on his spit.Â
âListen here you little shit..â Sukuna hissed, the grab on this manâs collar was iron.
A slap cracked across the tilled walls. A red handprint bloomed across the manâs cheek
âI know what you and your shitty firm will say tomorrow..â Sukuna saw the sheer terror in this manâs eyes. The man stumbled backwards, getting out of the restroom and being pushed against the wall of the hallway.Â
âListen to me very carefully now, I wonât repeat myself.â Sukuna began, âI will break your legs if you say all that vile bullshit about.. âÂ
âSukuna?â
His head turned on instinct, and there you were standing in the hallway. Your red dress hugged you figure as you slowly approached him, your eyes wide from the shock.Â
âFuck me..â he said looking back at the man he held.   Â
a/n: Hello guys! Im sorry for my little hiatus, but here I am at last! Thank you so much for reading, I had so much fun writing this first chapter! Im not sure how long this will be but it will be a rollercoaster! Thank you for all the support on this and ofc reblogs, comments and likes are very appreciated!
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Love is a contact sport: Ch1: Men don't fight like that
Pairing: Boxer!Sukuna x fem!reader [ongoing series]
Summary: Ryomen Sukuna is a simple man, all he needs is a cigarette, an occasional drink and someone he could beat up when asked. After an accidental meeting with a boxing coach he tries to put his talent to good use - become the national boxing champion. But when the phone rings, will a coach and his daughter be enough to make him change his ways?
Word count: 5.1k
Tags: Â MDNI, 18+, VIOLENCE, eventual smut, fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of fights, mentions of stalking, use of drugs, use of alcohol, slow burn, angst, hurt/no comfort, hurt/comfort, death, grief, violent Sukuna (not towards reader), cocky Sukuna, smut, p in v, oral (f! and m! receiving), fingering, nipple play, size difference.
Starting something new is never easy. You stand there frozen, fear and uncertainty eating you alive as you try to tell yourself how you are overreacting, how all of this is nothing, how you can always say âfuck thisâ and walk away. The comfort and familiarity of your old life stands there, taunting you, expecting you to come crawling back to them like a man who lost everything.Â
But he didnât crawl. Because Ryomen Sukuna never crawls.
 The old building stood in front of him - the pale yellow facade was splattered with marks from rusting, leaky ac units, graffiti adorned it like it was a canvas. If you were a passer-by the building would blend into the background of your vision and you would forget about it as soon as youâve seen it. And he was there - all six foot three of him stood there looking up at the busted sign above the door that simply said âgymâ. His bag was slung over his shoulders which gave this feeling of relaxation. His hand flew to his salmon locks, trying to remove the sticky sweat from his forehead. Taking his phone out, he quickly glanced at the clock. 6:20PM. The old man said the practice starts at 6:30PM. Sharp. He just needed to find the locker room, change and get out there. Simple. But there was something twisting in his stomach. He didnât want to be there, he really didnât want to, and he didnât know why he had accepted that old manâs offer that night. But there was no going back now. He promised.Â
The door of the gym swung open as he entered,keeping his head low, hoping that no one was there to greet him. And to his relief the room was empty. A reception desk stood in front of him, littered with all kinds of papers and leaflets. On the wall stood a simple printed poster of the membership prices and working hours. But Sukuna had something different on his mind. Finding the locker room in time. 06:22 PM. He stalled longer than he had expected and now he had to be lightning quick. He spotted a small sign saying âLOCKERSâ on the wall and he sighed with relief. He quickly went through the hall and looked at the tiny door at the end. Twisting the handle, he took a deep breath in and entered.
Finally. It hit him. The smell of rubber, blood and sweat hit his nostrils all at once as he entered, sending the stress of this whole mess straight into his fists. 06:27PM. He had three minutes. He unbuttoned his jeans in a hurry and tried sliding them down his legs, stomping on the ends. The raw denim, however, stuck to his thighs like second skin, not wanting to let go.Â
âOh fuck me..â he spat as he bent down to take off his jeans like a normal person.Â
He quickly put on his crimson shorts and started tackling with his shirt next. This will require some patience. He grabbed the hem of his gray shirt and started lifting his arms slowly, carefully - this was the last whole shirt he had, and he knew he couldnât go to his job in his old band tees. His hands passed his waist and began reaching his ribs, so far so good. As he passed his ribs with the hem of his shirt in hand he started to feel resistance. The sweat from the heat and stress was not helping as the black compression shirt stuck to him like glue. He glanced at his phone. 06:29 PM. Fuck. He tried to wiggle out of it, but it caught on his lats and wasnât letting go.Â
âyou motherfu-â he hissed as he yanked his hands up, desperately trying to free himself.Â
*hrrkk*
the seam ripped as the shirt went over his head. There it went. His last fucking shirt. He crumpled it up and stuffed it in his bag. He didnât have time to think about this right now, he would just ask Toji for some spare ones, even though this one was also Tojiâs..
He quickly got an old tank top on and changed into his old, busted up sneakers. 06:31 PM. He snatched his water bottle from the bag and got out into the gym.
The gym was illuminated with white lights that hung off the walls. In the middle of it was a large ring where two guys stood, talking. The walls of the gym were adorned with all kinds of posters and news articles of fights won. In the middle of the wall stood a large mirror overlooking the ring. The smell of iron and sweat was even stronger than in the locker room, but it was the only thing that gave Sukuna a little comfort. He squinted at the blearing lights trying to find the old man when he heard the whistle.Â
âYou.â an old raspy voice barked from the left. The man standing had a permanent frown on his face from years of shouting and scowling at his athletes. His short gray hair crowned his head as he looked at Sukuna with eyes full of agitation.Â
âLaps.â The old man said quickly.
Sukunaâs eyebrows shot up and a scowl appeared on his face and he looked at him with a dose of indignation. What the hell was he going to do laps for?Â
âI came here to box old man, not run a marathon.â He spat.
âOh? You came here to box? Alright then. Letâs see what you got.â The man spoke coldly. He passed Sukuna and started going towards the ring in the middle of the room. Sukuna never took his crimson eyes off of him, unsure of what heâll do next.Â
âSatoru!â The old man roared. Despite his old and frail frame the man had some lungs in him.
âYouâre up. This is your opponent.â he said, pointing at Sukuna, who had a smirk plastered on his face. The man who turned his head was one of the guys standing in the ring, talking. His unnaturally white hair fell over his cerulean blue eyes as he turned his head. He had a tall, lean frame but nowhere near as large as Sukunaâs.Â
Satoru looked towards his coach and let out a laugh.Â
âThis guy?â, He said, pointing at Sukuna with his chin, arms crossed as he did so, âGimme a break Yaga I wonât entertain your new toys,â Satoru scoffed, âHe doesnât even have gloves. Hell, heâs not even wrapped. Have you ever seen a ring pinkie pie?â The white-haired man shouted to Sukuna.
âI donât need gloves to fuck you up fuckwad!â Sukuna roared as he came up to the ring, ducking in between the ropes to get in. He was seething with anger. Who the fuck does this white-haired weirdo think he is, sounding all high and mighty. No, he hasnât seen a ring. You donât need a ring when you go to threaten people and beat some sense into them. A ring could be anything in Sukunaâs mind - the street, a club, a bathroom in a restaurant, hell, even a bedroom. In his world there was no need for stupid wraps or gloves, the stronger you hit, the faster it ends.
 And so he went up there, just his scarred knuckles and raw strength. He looked at the two men standing in the ring. The man next to Satoru had long black hair that was tied up in a man bun and the aura he exuded was aloof and uninterested. He would deal with him later, for now the target was the white-haired asshole. Sukuna put his fists up while searching for any openings that freak had. Left cheekbone, stomach, chin. He counted them all. Satoru put on his sparring helmet and the mouthguard. The man-bun tightened Satoruâs gloves and he turned around to face Sukuna.Â
âPut on a helmet at least, I would feel bad busting you up on your first day.â Satoru smirked. He was bouncing from one leg to the other, like a little kid in a candy store. His hands were beside his torso, swinging.Â
âIâll go easy, donât worry.. Whatâs your name again?â He asked with a slight lisp from his mouthguard.Â
âRyomen Sukuna, asshole.â Sukunaâs voice was ice cold. He just stood there with his guard up, waiting for Satoru to start the fight. He knew the catch with guys like Satoru - the fast kind, the ones you have to chase around and subsequently lose your footing while they use that to their advantage. Waiting him out was the best strategy.Â
âDonât dance around pussy, fight.â Sukuna spat and his crimson eyes darted around Satoruâs openings again.Â
âWell, Ryomen Sukuna, I will when you put on a helmet, I fight fair.â Â
âThose are for pussies, fight like a man.â Sukuna spat as he tightened his fists, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.Â
âSatoru, get on with it I donât have all day!â Yaga roared from the corner of the ring. Sukuna turned to look at the sudden noise when he felt a sudden sharp pain across his nose. The scent of blood immediately filled his nostrils as the pain bloomed across his face. The crackle of cartilage filled his ears. That was a heavy punch. His head swung back. The pain became dizzying.Â
âNever take your eyes off of your opponent, newbie. Rule number one in boxing. â The white-haired man smirked. Sukunaâs eyes immediately darted toward Satoru. He straightened up in a second as his hand went flying faster than the thought went through his mind. A punch to the abdomen, just at the diaphragm. Precise and calculated. He could hear the air being pushed out of Satoruâs lungs. A low grunt escaped Satoruâs lips as he doubled over. But Sukuna was nowhere near done. He had just started. Satoru threw another punch aimed at his left temple. He ducked.Â
âIs this guy your strongest, old man? What a fucking joke!â Sukuna asked , smirking, eyes locked on Satoru who was sweating bullets, trying to regain his breath. The pink-head had that predatory glint in his eyes. The one that would usually send shivers down a personâs back. His crimson eyes looked for a chance, an opening in Satoruâs defence, anything. He hit Satoru again. A quick jab, straight to the middle of his face. His raw knuckles burned at the punch but he paid no mind.Â
The only thing he thought about was seeing this guy on the floor. Sukunaâs tattooed torso rippled with every punch he threw. It was a relentless fury of punches heading in Satoruâs direction. Head, nose, shoulder, head again. He stumbled back into the ropes, head spinning as blood poured out of his nose like a faucet. The dark purple bruise bloomed over Satoruâs eye as he wiped his nose. It was time for a switch or he wonât endure this. There was no stopping this guy - so he started wearing him out. Satoru begun flying around the ring, desperately trying to regain his breath.Â
âYou should try and punch, asshole, not dance around me.â Sukuna laughed.Â
âYeah and you should try and move, newbie, you havenât moved an inch since we started.â Satoru smirked while jumping, droplets of sweat falling off of his hair, hitting the floor of the ring.Â
âAnd yet I still got your ass.â Sukuna sneered.Â
Satoru took a good look at Sukuna - his crimson irises, oozing hubris, fixated on Saroruâs face, nostrils flaring, his stance that was too rigid, too upright, his fists too stiff in the way he hit.
âSo, Ryomen Sukuna, do you wanna be a champion? Is that why youâre here? To prove to everyone who ever doubted you that you are worthy of the champion title?â Satoru mocked, his feet never stopping. âEveryone comes here with that in mind, you know. But they all fail. Do you know why? Because they donât have what it takes.âÂ
âAnd you do?â Sukuna cocked an eyebrow.Â
âI never said I wanted to be a champion now did I? You gotta listen better, pinkie. Tsk tsk tsk. All of you assholes come here, walking in like you own this place. But let me tell you now, Ryomen Sukuna, youâll. Never. Be. A. Champion. Get that through your thick head.âÂ
Satoruâs words echoed across the walls.Â
And at that moment Sukuna set his sights on the white-head. His feet moved in a blink, coming up to Satoru in an instant. The pair of cerulean eyes widened at the sudden intrusion of personal space when his windpipe started to close. A second was all it took for Sukuna to wrap his large hand around Satoruâs throat and start squeezing. His grip was iron, slowly squeezing the air out of Satoru whose vision began blurring. Sukunaâs eyes were frantic, their crimson color amplifying the murderous intent behind them.
 If he wanted to, he could kill Satoru right then and there.
Suddenly, a high-pitched noise broke through the silence. Yaga got up from his chair, whistle in hand and started quickly walking towards the ring.Â
âHEY! Knock it off both of you!â He spat as he got inside to separate the guys. Sukuna let go of him and Satoru fell backwards on the ropes, his friend catching him quickly.Â
âNow give me one good goddamn reason not to kick you out this second boy!â He roared, pushing his thin finger in Sukunaâs chest.Â
âAre you sick in the fucking head?â The guy with the man-bun yelled as he looked over at Sukuna while trying to lift Satoru up.Â
âHe was asking for it.â Sukuna shrugged, his voice full of venom. Satoru started coming to soon enough, his legs still a bit shaky but he managed to get up. He held onto his friend as he regained his breath.
âIm fine Suguru. He stammered, rubbing his hand around his throat, soothing the blooming pain.Â
âAlright everyone, practice is done, Sugru take Satoru to the medic, and youâ he pointed at Sukna âWeâre gonna have a serious talk.âYaga âs eyes turned into slits as he looked Sukuna up and down. His posture was relaxed, arms lazily hung next to his torso, like he just didnât almost kill a man. His tattooed chest rose and fell slowly, he was calm. Too calm.Â
Suguru took Satoruâs arm around his shoulders and started walking towards the medicâs room. He spat as he passed Sukuna, staring daggers through him.Â
âYouâre mine next time, asshole.â he hissed.
âHm, Iâll be waiting.â Sukuna scoffed. His eyes followed them, lingering on their figures before they left the gym completely. He fucked up. He knew it in his bones, yet he couldn't help but think to himself how arrogant that asshole was. He had it coming, and if Sukuna was going to be the one to fuck him up, so be it.Â
What pulled him out of his thoughts was a sharp slap across his cheek. His head swung as his eyes set on Yaga whose hand was pressed against Sukunaâs cheek. The loud crack bounced off the walls.Â
âIf you do that shit again..âhe said, voice cold as ice, âYou will be out of here for good do you understand me? It was you who said fight like a man right? Men donât fight like that Sukuna. Assholes do. Men who have zero morals do. Am I making myself clear? You have one more chance. Now you better start running, you prick.âÂ
âHow many old man?â Sukuna mumbled, nostrils flaring with anger.
âUntil you fall over.â said as he turned and headed for his office door at the far corner of the gym.
 With that the tattooed brute started running laps around the gym, his chest rising and falling with the pace he had set. His legs burned but he didnât stop. He couldnât. This was going to be one hell of a long nightâŠ
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The office door closed with a loud thud. All of a sudden, the stifling air became charged with a whirlwind of emotions. Yaga entered, his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose as he sat down with a huff. The old office chair creaked under his weight.Â
âThey called, again..â You said, voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes found your father slumped in his chair utterly exhausted. Rubbing your hands against each other, you tried removing the sweat that made them feel clammy - a hard task indeed.Â
âWhat did they want now?â He sighed, putting on his glasses as he took up a notebook filled with monthly expenses for the gym. The bills piled up high - rent, electricity, water, heating, the air conditioning there was no end in sight. He flipped through the pages, a defeated look spread across his face.Â
âThey, uh, they said they want to see five thousand by the end of the month, or..â You whispered.Â
âOr what?â Yaga growled, his eyebrows fusing in an angry line.Â
âOr there will be consequences..â you mumbled looking at you father with a worried look.Â
His nostrils flared with anger as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
âFucking.. ASSHOLES!â He roared, throwing the notebook across the cramped office. The pages fluttered around as the notebook flew, hitting a lonely shelf with a loud bang. The trophies on the shelf shook violently from the force of impact, as pictures began sliding down to the floor. You silently got up and started picking them up one by one. Your dad was in one, grinning from ear to ear. He was about three decades younger but his short hair had some color in it, not the typical gray he had these days. His gloved fist rose in the air, victorious. That was the first time he had won the national championship. Yaga told you that story countless times before. How he was so tired he couldnât get up, that all he could feel was the dull ache in his fists and shoulders. How he had to put all of his focus on standing his ground. How his opponent was twice his size but it didnât matter, that he had to deliver the final blow - and he did.Â
Next one was a photo of him and your mom, grinning in front of the gym with a small key in hand. You sighed, holding the picture a little tighter in your hands. Your mom was so pretty and indescribably happy in the photo. She looked like she was on top of the world - her smile warm and genuine as she held up the key to the gym. She was the brain behind all the muscles of this place, as your father said. While your dad was out there training the future champions of boxing she stayed behind, in the chair you are now sitting in, taking care of all problems that popped up along the way. You remember her sitting at her desk, relentlessly typing on her computer as your father showed you around the gym and teaching you how to hit the boxing bag when you were only three. â, sheâs too young for that, sheâll hurt herself!â she would always say after watching the two of you play-fight.
But then she became frailer and frailer. As time went on the stress of her job caught up with her and she could not fight anymore. Her face was gaunt with prominent dark circles around her eyes - but they never lost their spark. And the coughing. The relentless coughing that would pull you from your sleep. It went on for hours and there was nothing you could do. And then one day it all stopped. You remember standing outside of your parentsâ bedroom hearing your fatherâs sobs as he begged âOne more round babe, come on, donât do this. Please..â
 Nothing was ever the same after she was gone. Your father stopped coming to the gym, his athletes found new coaches, and the bills started piling up higher and higher. You were fifteen when you decided to fill in your motherâs shoes. You started cleaning around, renovating the gym, keeping up with the relentless bank calls - and it was you who helped your father slowly come out of his shell little by little. The wounds of the loss of your mother healed, but they did leave a pretty nasty scar.Â
You got up from the floor and sat back at your desk, taking a good look at .Â
âDad.. we canât keep doing this. Its time. We must close it.â You said as you straightened up, trying to look serious.Â
âNo! We are NOT closing the gym! Your mother.. She didnât lose her life so I could close..â he choked on his words. âWe just need a champion, a winner. After that they will all know that they are making a mistake!âÂ
âDad.. come on, not this again..â Your voice rose up as you stared at him. âThe gym didnât produce a champion for the last eight years and counting. Do you honestly think that any of the guys in here are capable of being a champion? Satoru with his ego, Suguru with his aloofness, and Choso who is softer that a teddy bear, dad be realistic. We canât win!â You yelled, the words sounding harsher than you intended, but it was too late now. They were out. The feeling of the last eight years finally found its way to come out of you.
Yagaâs heart sank. He just stared at you with a devastated look written all over its face. You fucked up. Big time. But you didnât have time for a single thought, because the door of your office swung open with a loud bang and in stumbled a six foot three mountain of a man. His torso, covered in black tattoos, sprawling from his wrists, around his biceps, on his shoulders and snaking down from his neck towards his chest was covered with a sheen of sweat. His face, covered in the same style of tattoos - harsh lines outlining his jaw and cheekbones, was speckled with beads of sweat rolling from his forehead and temples. The salmon pink strands were glued to his forehead, hiding his eyes. Oh his eyes. His crimson irises looked around the room as he examined both yours and Yagaâs faces. He slumped forward , trying to regain his breath when he suddenly spoke.Â
âI⊠I can get you what you need old man.â He huffed. âI can be your champion.âÂ
âHow.. how much did you hear?â Yaga asked, baffled at the state of this guy.Â
âEnough.â
âDad.. Who.. Whoâs this?â You said, eyebrows shooting up at the sudden intrusion.Â
âRyomen Sukuna, pleasure.â Sukuna rasped, quickly glancing at you and returning to look at your father.Â
âAre you alright? You want me to get you some water or?â You asked, as you stood up, worry written all over your face. Other guys never came out this sweaty after practice. This guy just stood there, staring at your father without uttering a single word.Â
âDad, what in the hell did you do out there?âÂ
âI told him to do laps. Standard.â Yaga replied, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âI get it but this seems a bit excessive, donât you-â
âUntil I fall over. So here.. Here I am. â Sukuna rasped.
âSukuna⊠Just.. just go home.â he muttered,âWeâll talk next time, and do not be a second late I mean it.âÂ
âAlright.âÂ
And with that he turned around and closed the door behind him. What was up with this guy? His presence was a new level of intimidating, yet he listened to your fatherâs insane command. You glanced at who was staring at the closed door of your office.Â
âDad what are you..?âÂ
âHeâll do it.â Yaga whispered, a smirk forming on his face.
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Despite the muggy heat of the afternoon, the night was slightly chilly. Getting out of the old building Sukuna slung his bag over his shoulders, his thighs still burning from the relentless running he was subjected to. What a day. From ripping his shirt at the beginning to choking out that white-haired arrogant asshole, to then running fifty laps around the gym. Oh, yeah he had to call Toji to tell him about the shirt, and the fact he choked somebody out. Fun.Â
âFuck me..â He whispered, sliding his hand across his face. The guy had it out for himself. âDonât talk shit if you canât get hitâ Sukuna thought to himself. But If he wanted to become the champion he would have to get on that old manâs good side.
âYou? Boxing? Come on sweetie, donât make me laughâŠâÂ
Her fucking voice. Again. Echoing through his mind like a fucking parasite. He fumbled around his pockets trying to find his cigarettes, he needed something to calm down. Desperately. He found them finally, taking one between his fingers and lighting it up. The hot puff of smoke rose quickly as he dragged the smoke into his lungs. The wave of calm finally hit him, but his night was far from over. As soon as he pulled the first puff of smoke into his lungs his phone vibrated in his pocket. Taking it out he saw the unsaved number and answered immediately.Â
âSir..â His tone was flat.Â
âHeh, there is my hand of iron, Sukuna, my boy, howâve you been?â The voice echoed over the speaker.Â
âPretty good sir, what can I help you with?â
âListen, tonight I need you to go to the Zenith tonight.â
âThe night club?â Sukuna asked, pulling another huff from his cigarette.Â
âYes, the night club, please follow my boy. There you will see a man whose picture and name Iâll send you. Heâs the representative of the âCamo Enterpriseâ who will be hosting a press conference regarding their new ski resort tomorrow. There he plans on exposing our future plans for the company, since, unfortunately, he worked for us before joining âCamo Enterpriseâ I hope you know what you need to do. â The voice said.Â
âYes sir it will be..â the line cut off. Great. Instead of sitting in his home, cracking a beer and watching a movie he would have to dress up and go beat up some random guy. What an incredible way to spend the night. He started walking up to the train station wondering if he still had that suit Toji lent him a couple of months ago, because getting in Zenith is no easy task.Â
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He pulled up in front of the club, trying to act as nonchalant as he possibly could given the reason for his visit to this place. He checked himself in the rearview mirror - the black shirt pulled taut over his chest and the burgundy jacket perfectly framing his broad shoulders. He checked his watch. 12:35 AM. Time to move. He got out of the car and strolled up to security, completely disregarding the queue behind him.Â
âHello there gentlemen! There seems to be a little misunderstanding, you see, my colleagues are in there celebrating a big achievement for our company,â He pulls out a âCamo Enterpriseâ ID with his information. Tojiâs work. âAnd as you see Im out here.â He huffed, sounding genuinely defeated. The security guard took the ID from him and took a good look at it.Â
âBeat it salmon-hair.â He barked.Â
 Now see, if it was his first time he had to do this he would be quite stumped. But it wasnât. It was his life. He looked around as he pulled a thick wad of cash out of his pocket.Â
âNow, gentlemen, I think we can let this one slide right?â He cooed, voice dripping in honey. The two men looked at each other and quickly snatched the wad right out of Sukunaâs fingers. They started counting and once they passed one thousand the door opened.Â
âRight this way sir.âÂ
Sukuna entered the club and was immediately hit with the stench of alcohol and expensive perfume that women who frequent this place wore. The lights were blearing as techno music exploded from the floor to ceiling speakers. It was a shitshow. And there he was. The man Sukna was looking for. His face flushed a deep shade of red as he hugged a women and started preparing himself a line.Â
âWhat a dickheadâ Sukuna mumbled as he sat at the bar.Â
âWhat can I get you sir?â A womanâs voice chirped near his ear.Â
âWhiskey. Neat. â he said, not taking his eyes off of the man.
Soon, his drink arrived and he took a sip. The waiting game begins. A couple of minutes passed when the man stood up, swaying and earning a drunken cackle from his group.Â
âBathroom! Then evrâthin else..â the man slurred as he walked towards the restroom. Bingo. Sukuna downed his drink in a large gulp and turned around to make sure he wasnât so suspicious. He got up and slowly went to the restroom.Â
When he entered, he looked around discretely, checking for anyone else but the man he needed. Luckily it was just him standing at the urinal humming an unknown tune. Sukuna entered the urinal next to him, pretending to take a piss.Â
âSo..â he began âbig party tonight huh boss.âÂ
âYeeah, yeeeah, my cmpany got this biig sale, yâknow!â The man slurred âWe got a whole fuckin ski resort, canyou belive?âÂ
âOh thatâs incredible sir, and which company is it?â Sukuna flashed a sweet smile.Â
âCamo Enterprise. THE fuckin buldozer of the sports world! HicâÂ
By now they were already washing their hands at the sink. This was it. The moment that made everything worthwhile. Sukuna looked at him from the mirror and pounced in a split second making the man choke on his spit.Â
âListen here you little shit..â Sukuna hissed, the grab on this manâs collar was iron.
A slap cracked across the tilled walls. A red handprint bloomed across the manâs cheek
âI know what you and your shitty firm will say tomorrow..â Sukuna saw the sheer terror in this manâs eyes. The man stumbled backwards, getting out of the restroom and being pushed against the wall of the hallway.Â
âListen to me very carefully now, I wonât repeat myself.â Sukuna began, âI will break your legs if you say all that vile bullshit about.. âÂ
âSukuna?â
His head turned on instinct, and there you were standing in the hallway. Your red dress hugged you figure as you slowly approached him, your eyes wide from the shock.Â
âFuck me..â he said looking back at the man he held.   Â
a/n: Hello guys! Im sorry for my little hiatus, but here I am at last! Thank you so much for reading, I had so much fun writing this first chapter! Im not sure how long this will be but it will be a rollercoaster! Thank you for all the support on this and ofc reblogs, comments and likes are very appreciated!
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oh my the boxer sukuna fic you wrote was extremely cool??? i mean i LOVED it. i just need information about how often youre gonna post this pls pls pls
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Hii, Im so glad you liked it! To be quite honest I will start drafting the second chapter today so it will take me a couple of days to post it, but I won't have a set posting schedule because life happens! But I'll try to stay as consistent as possible with uploads!
Love is a contact sport: Ch1: Men don't fight like that
Pairing: Boxer!Sukuna x fem!reader [ongoing series]
Summary: Ryomen Sukuna is a simple man, all he needs is a cigarette, an occasional drink and someone he could beat up when asked. After an accidental meeting with a boxing coach he tries to put his talent to good use - become the national boxing champion. But when the phone rings, will a coach and his daughter be enough to make him change his ways?
Word count: 5.1k
Tags: Â MDNI, 18+, VIOLENCE, eventual smut, fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of fights, mentions of stalking, use of drugs, use of alcohol, slow burn, angst, hurt/no comfort, hurt/comfort, death, grief, violent Sukuna (not towards reader), cocky Sukuna, smut, p in v, oral (f! and m! receiving), fingering, nipple play, size difference.
Starting something new is never easy. You stand there frozen, fear and uncertainty eating you alive as you try to tell yourself how you are overreacting, how all of this is nothing, how you can always say âfuck thisâ and walk away. The comfort and familiarity of your old life stands there, taunting you, expecting you to come crawling back to them like a man who lost everything.Â
But he didnât crawl. Because Ryomen Sukuna never crawls.
 The old building stood in front of him - the pale yellow facade was splattered with marks from rusting, leaky ac units, graffiti adorned it like it was a canvas. If you were a passer-by the building would blend into the background of your vision and you would forget about it as soon as youâve seen it. And he was there - all six foot three of him stood there looking up at the busted sign above the door that simply said âgymâ. His bag was slung over his shoulders which gave this feeling of relaxation. His hand flew to his salmon locks, trying to remove the sticky sweat from his forehead. Taking his phone out, he quickly glanced at the clock. 6:20PM. The old man said the practice starts at 6:30PM. Sharp. He just needed to find the locker room, change and get out there. Simple. But there was something twisting in his stomach. He didnât want to be there, he really didnât want to, and he didnât know why he had accepted that old manâs offer that night. But there was no going back now. He promised.Â
The door of the gym swung open as he entered,keeping his head low, hoping that no one was there to greet him. And to his relief the room was empty. A reception desk stood in front of him, littered with all kinds of papers and leaflets. On the wall stood a simple printed poster of the membership prices and working hours. But Sukuna had something different on his mind. Finding the locker room in time. 06:22 PM. He stalled longer than he had expected and now he had to be lightning quick. He spotted a small sign saying âLOCKERSâ on the wall and he sighed with relief. He quickly went through the hall and looked at the tiny door at the end. Twisting the handle, he took a deep breath in and entered.
Finally. It hit him. The smell of rubber, blood and sweat hit his nostrils all at once as he entered, sending the stress of this whole mess straight into his fists. 06:27PM. He had three minutes. He unbuttoned his jeans in a hurry and tried sliding them down his legs, stomping on the ends. The raw denim, however, stuck to his thighs like second skin, not wanting to let go.Â
âOh fuck me..â he spat as he bent down to take off his jeans like a normal person.Â
He quickly put on his crimson shorts and started tackling with his shirt next. This will require some patience. He grabbed the hem of his gray shirt and started lifting his arms slowly, carefully - this was the last whole shirt he had, and he knew he couldnât go to his job in his old band tees. His hands passed his waist and began reaching his ribs, so far so good. As he passed his ribs with the hem of his shirt in hand he started to feel resistance. The sweat from the heat and stress was not helping as the black compression shirt stuck to him like glue. He glanced at his phone. 06:29 PM. Fuck. He tried to wiggle out of it, but it caught on his lats and wasnât letting go.Â
âyou motherfu-â he hissed as he yanked his hands up, desperately trying to free himself.Â
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the seam ripped as the shirt went over his head. There it went. His last fucking shirt. He crumpled it up and stuffed it in his bag. He didnât have time to think about this right now, he would just ask Toji for some spare ones, even though this one was also Tojiâs..
He quickly got an old tank top on and changed into his old, busted up sneakers. 06:31 PM. He snatched his water bottle from the bag and got out into the gym.
The gym was illuminated with white lights that hung off the walls. In the middle of it was a large ring where two guys stood, talking. The walls of the gym were adorned with all kinds of posters and news articles of fights won. In the middle of the wall stood a large mirror overlooking the ring. The smell of iron and sweat was even stronger than in the locker room, but it was the only thing that gave Sukuna a little comfort. He squinted at the blearing lights trying to find the old man when he heard the whistle.Â
âYou.â an old raspy voice barked from the left. The man standing had a permanent frown on his face from years of shouting and scowling at his athletes. His short gray hair crowned his head as he looked at Sukuna with eyes full of agitation.Â
âLaps.â The old man said quickly.
Sukunaâs eyebrows shot up and a scowl appeared on his face and he looked at him with a dose of indignation. What the hell was he going to do laps for?Â
âI came here to box old man, not run a marathon.â He spat.
âOh? You came here to box? Alright then. Letâs see what you got.â The man spoke coldly. He passed Sukuna and started going towards the ring in the middle of the room. Sukuna never took his crimson eyes off of him, unsure of what heâll do next.Â
âSatoru!â The old man roared. Despite his old and frail frame the man had some lungs in him.
âYouâre up. This is your opponent.â he said, pointing at Sukuna, who had a smirk plastered on his face. The man who turned his head was one of the guys standing in the ring, talking. His unnaturally white hair fell over his cerulean blue eyes as he turned his head. He had a tall, lean frame but nowhere near as large as Sukunaâs.Â
Satoru looked towards his coach and let out a laugh.Â
âThis guy?â, He said, pointing at Sukuna with his chin, arms crossed as he did so, âGimme a break Yaga I wonât entertain your new toys,â Satoru scoffed, âHe doesnât even have gloves. Hell, heâs not even wrapped. Have you ever seen a ring pinkie pie?â The white-haired man shouted to Sukuna.
âI donât need gloves to fuck you up fuckwad!â Sukuna roared as he came up to the ring, ducking in between the ropes to get in. He was seething with anger. Who the fuck does this white-haired weirdo think he is, sounding all high and mighty. No, he hasnât seen a ring. You donât need a ring when you go to threaten people and beat some sense into them. A ring could be anything in Sukunaâs mind - the street, a club, a bathroom in a restaurant, hell, even a bedroom. In his world there was no need for stupid wraps or gloves, the stronger you hit, the faster it ends.
 And so he went up there, just his scarred knuckles and raw strength. He looked at the two men standing in the ring. The man next to Satoru had long black hair that was tied up in a man bun and the aura he exuded was aloof and uninterested. He would deal with him later, for now the target was the white-haired asshole. Sukuna put his fists up while searching for any openings that freak had. Left cheekbone, stomach, chin. He counted them all. Satoru put on his sparring helmet and the mouthguard. The man-bun tightened Satoruâs gloves and he turned around to face Sukuna.Â
âPut on a helmet at least, I would feel bad busting you up on your first day.â Satoru smirked. He was bouncing from one leg to the other, like a little kid in a candy store. His hands were beside his torso, swinging.Â
âIâll go easy, donât worry.. Whatâs your name again?â He asked with a slight lisp from his mouthguard.Â
âRyomen Sukuna, asshole.â Sukunaâs voice was ice cold. He just stood there with his guard up, waiting for Satoru to start the fight. He knew the catch with guys like Satoru - the fast kind, the ones you have to chase around and subsequently lose your footing while they use that to their advantage. Waiting him out was the best strategy.Â
âDonât dance around pussy, fight.â Sukuna spat and his crimson eyes darted around Satoruâs openings again.Â
âWell, Ryomen Sukuna, I will when you put on a helmet, I fight fair.â Â
âThose are for pussies, fight like a man.â Sukuna spat as he tightened his fists, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.Â
âSatoru, get on with it I donât have all day!â Yaga roared from the corner of the ring. Sukuna turned to look at the sudden noise when he felt a sudden sharp pain across his nose. The scent of blood immediately filled his nostrils as the pain bloomed across his face. The crackle of cartilage filled his ears. That was a heavy punch. His head swung back. The pain became dizzying.Â
âNever take your eyes off of your opponent, newbie. Rule number one in boxing. â The white-haired man smirked. Sukunaâs eyes immediately darted toward Satoru. He straightened up in a second as his hand went flying faster than the thought went through his mind. A punch to the abdomen, just at the diaphragm. Precise and calculated. He could hear the air being pushed out of Satoruâs lungs. A low grunt escaped Satoruâs lips as he doubled over. But Sukuna was nowhere near done. He had just started. Satoru threw another punch aimed at his left temple. He ducked.Â
âIs this guy your strongest, old man? What a fucking joke!â Sukuna asked , smirking, eyes locked on Satoru who was sweating bullets, trying to regain his breath. The pink-head had that predatory glint in his eyes. The one that would usually send shivers down a personâs back. His crimson eyes looked for a chance, an opening in Satoruâs defence, anything. He hit Satoru again. A quick jab, straight to the middle of his face. His raw knuckles burned at the punch but he paid no mind.Â
The only thing he thought about was seeing this guy on the floor. Sukunaâs tattooed torso rippled with every punch he threw. It was a relentless fury of punches heading in Satoruâs direction. Head, nose, shoulder, head again. He stumbled back into the ropes, head spinning as blood poured out of his nose like a faucet. The dark purple bruise bloomed over Satoruâs eye as he wiped his nose. It was time for a switch or he wonât endure this. There was no stopping this guy - so he started wearing him out. Satoru begun flying around the ring, desperately trying to regain his breath.Â
âYou should try and punch, asshole, not dance around me.â Sukuna laughed.Â
âYeah and you should try and move, newbie, you havenât moved an inch since we started.â Satoru smirked while jumping, droplets of sweat falling off of his hair, hitting the floor of the ring.Â
âAnd yet I still got your ass.â Sukuna sneered.Â
Satoru took a good look at Sukuna - his crimson irises, oozing hubris, fixated on Saroruâs face, nostrils flaring, his stance that was too rigid, too upright, his fists too stiff in the way he hit.
âSo, Ryomen Sukuna, do you wanna be a champion? Is that why youâre here? To prove to everyone who ever doubted you that you are worthy of the champion title?â Satoru mocked, his feet never stopping. âEveryone comes here with that in mind, you know. But they all fail. Do you know why? Because they donât have what it takes.âÂ
âAnd you do?â Sukuna cocked an eyebrow.Â
âI never said I wanted to be a champion now did I? You gotta listen better, pinkie. Tsk tsk tsk. All of you assholes come here, walking in like you own this place. But let me tell you now, Ryomen Sukuna, youâll. Never. Be. A. Champion. Get that through your thick head.âÂ
Satoruâs words echoed across the walls.Â
And at that moment Sukuna set his sights on the white-head. His feet moved in a blink, coming up to Satoru in an instant. The pair of cerulean eyes widened at the sudden intrusion of personal space when his windpipe started to close. A second was all it took for Sukuna to wrap his large hand around Satoruâs throat and start squeezing. His grip was iron, slowly squeezing the air out of Satoru whose vision began blurring. Sukunaâs eyes were frantic, their crimson color amplifying the murderous intent behind them.
 If he wanted to, he could kill Satoru right then and there.
Suddenly, a high-pitched noise broke through the silence. Yaga got up from his chair, whistle in hand and started quickly walking towards the ring.Â
âHEY! Knock it off both of you!â He spat as he got inside to separate the guys. Sukuna let go of him and Satoru fell backwards on the ropes, his friend catching him quickly.Â
âNow give me one good goddamn reason not to kick you out this second boy!â He roared, pushing his thin finger in Sukunaâs chest.Â
âAre you sick in the fucking head?â The guy with the man-bun yelled as he looked over at Sukuna while trying to lift Satoru up.Â
âHe was asking for it.â Sukuna shrugged, his voice full of venom. Satoru started coming to soon enough, his legs still a bit shaky but he managed to get up. He held onto his friend as he regained his breath.
âIm fine Suguru. He stammered, rubbing his hand around his throat, soothing the blooming pain.Â
âAlright everyone, practice is done, Sugru take Satoru to the medic, and youâ he pointed at Sukna âWeâre gonna have a serious talk.âYaga âs eyes turned into slits as he looked Sukuna up and down. His posture was relaxed, arms lazily hung next to his torso, like he just didnât almost kill a man. His tattooed chest rose and fell slowly, he was calm. Too calm.Â
Suguru took Satoruâs arm around his shoulders and started walking towards the medicâs room. He spat as he passed Sukuna, staring daggers through him.Â
âYouâre mine next time, asshole.â he hissed.
âHm, Iâll be waiting.â Sukuna scoffed. His eyes followed them, lingering on their figures before they left the gym completely. He fucked up. He knew it in his bones, yet he couldn't help but think to himself how arrogant that asshole was. He had it coming, and if Sukuna was going to be the one to fuck him up, so be it.Â
What pulled him out of his thoughts was a sharp slap across his cheek. His head swung as his eyes set on Yaga whose hand was pressed against Sukunaâs cheek. The loud crack bounced off the walls.Â
âIf you do that shit again..âhe said, voice cold as ice, âYou will be out of here for good do you understand me? It was you who said fight like a man right? Men donât fight like that Sukuna. Assholes do. Men who have zero morals do. Am I making myself clear? You have one more chance. Now you better start running, you prick.âÂ
âHow many old man?â Sukuna mumbled, nostrils flaring with anger.
âUntil you fall over.â said as he turned and headed for his office door at the far corner of the gym.
 With that the tattooed brute started running laps around the gym, his chest rising and falling with the pace he had set. His legs burned but he didnât stop. He couldnât. This was going to be one hell of a long nightâŠ
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The office door closed with a loud thud. All of a sudden, the stifling air became charged with a whirlwind of emotions. Yaga entered, his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose as he sat down with a huff. The old office chair creaked under his weight.Â
âThey called, again..â You said, voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes found your father slumped in his chair utterly exhausted. Rubbing your hands against each other, you tried removing the sweat that made them feel clammy - a hard task indeed.Â
âWhat did they want now?â He sighed, putting on his glasses as he took up a notebook filled with monthly expenses for the gym. The bills piled up high - rent, electricity, water, heating, the air conditioning there was no end in sight. He flipped through the pages, a defeated look spread across his face.Â
âThey, uh, they said they want to see five thousand by the end of the month, or..â You whispered.Â
âOr what?â Yaga growled, his eyebrows fusing in an angry line.Â
âOr there will be consequences..â you mumbled looking at you father with a worried look.Â
His nostrils flared with anger as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
âFucking.. ASSHOLES!â He roared, throwing the notebook across the cramped office. The pages fluttered around as the notebook flew, hitting a lonely shelf with a loud bang. The trophies on the shelf shook violently from the force of impact, as pictures began sliding down to the floor. You silently got up and started picking them up one by one. Your dad was in one, grinning from ear to ear. He was about three decades younger but his short hair had some color in it, not the typical gray he had these days. His gloved fist rose in the air, victorious. That was the first time he had won the national championship. Yaga told you that story countless times before. How he was so tired he couldnât get up, that all he could feel was the dull ache in his fists and shoulders. How he had to put all of his focus on standing his ground. How his opponent was twice his size but it didnât matter, that he had to deliver the final blow - and he did.Â
Next one was a photo of him and your mom, grinning in front of the gym with a small key in hand. You sighed, holding the picture a little tighter in your hands. Your mom was so pretty and indescribably happy in the photo. She looked like she was on top of the world - her smile warm and genuine as she held up the key to the gym. She was the brain behind all the muscles of this place, as your father said. While your dad was out there training the future champions of boxing she stayed behind, in the chair you are now sitting in, taking care of all problems that popped up along the way. You remember her sitting at her desk, relentlessly typing on her computer as your father showed you around the gym and teaching you how to hit the boxing bag when you were only three. â, sheâs too young for that, sheâll hurt herself!â she would always say after watching the two of you play-fight.
But then she became frailer and frailer. As time went on the stress of her job caught up with her and she could not fight anymore. Her face was gaunt with prominent dark circles around her eyes - but they never lost their spark. And the coughing. The relentless coughing that would pull you from your sleep. It went on for hours and there was nothing you could do. And then one day it all stopped. You remember standing outside of your parentsâ bedroom hearing your fatherâs sobs as he begged âOne more round babe, come on, donât do this. Please..â
 Nothing was ever the same after she was gone. Your father stopped coming to the gym, his athletes found new coaches, and the bills started piling up higher and higher. You were fifteen when you decided to fill in your motherâs shoes. You started cleaning around, renovating the gym, keeping up with the relentless bank calls - and it was you who helped your father slowly come out of his shell little by little. The wounds of the loss of your mother healed, but they did leave a pretty nasty scar.Â
You got up from the floor and sat back at your desk, taking a good look at .Â
âDad.. we canât keep doing this. Its time. We must close it.â You said as you straightened up, trying to look serious.Â
âNo! We are NOT closing the gym! Your mother.. She didnât lose her life so I could close..â he choked on his words. âWe just need a champion, a winner. After that they will all know that they are making a mistake!âÂ
âDad.. come on, not this again..â Your voice rose up as you stared at him. âThe gym didnât produce a champion for the last eight years and counting. Do you honestly think that any of the guys in here are capable of being a champion? Satoru with his ego, Suguru with his aloofness, and Choso who is softer that a teddy bear, dad be realistic. We canât win!â You yelled, the words sounding harsher than you intended, but it was too late now. They were out. The feeling of the last eight years finally found its way to come out of you.
Yagaâs heart sank. He just stared at you with a devastated look written all over its face. You fucked up. Big time. But you didnât have time for a single thought, because the door of your office swung open with a loud bang and in stumbled a six foot three mountain of a man. His torso, covered in black tattoos, sprawling from his wrists, around his biceps, on his shoulders and snaking down from his neck towards his chest was covered with a sheen of sweat. His face, covered in the same style of tattoos - harsh lines outlining his jaw and cheekbones, was speckled with beads of sweat rolling from his forehead and temples. The salmon pink strands were glued to his forehead, hiding his eyes. Oh his eyes. His crimson irises looked around the room as he examined both yours and Yagaâs faces. He slumped forward , trying to regain his breath when he suddenly spoke.Â
âI⊠I can get you what you need old man.â He huffed. âI can be your champion.âÂ
âHow.. how much did you hear?â Yaga asked, baffled at the state of this guy.Â
âEnough.â
âDad.. Who.. Whoâs this?â You said, eyebrows shooting up at the sudden intrusion.Â
âRyomen Sukuna, pleasure.â Sukuna rasped, quickly glancing at you and returning to look at your father.Â
âAre you alright? You want me to get you some water or?â You asked, as you stood up, worry written all over your face. Other guys never came out this sweaty after practice. This guy just stood there, staring at your father without uttering a single word.Â
âDad, what in the hell did you do out there?âÂ
âI told him to do laps. Standard.â Yaga replied, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âI get it but this seems a bit excessive, donât you-â
âUntil I fall over. So here.. Here I am. â Sukuna rasped.
âSukuna⊠Just.. just go home.â he muttered,âWeâll talk next time, and do not be a second late I mean it.âÂ
âAlright.âÂ
And with that he turned around and closed the door behind him. What was up with this guy? His presence was a new level of intimidating, yet he listened to your fatherâs insane command. You glanced at who was staring at the closed door of your office.Â
âDad what are you..?âÂ
âHeâll do it.â Yaga whispered, a smirk forming on his face.
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Despite the muggy heat of the afternoon, the night was slightly chilly. Getting out of the old building Sukuna slung his bag over his shoulders, his thighs still burning from the relentless running he was subjected to. What a day. From ripping his shirt at the beginning to choking out that white-haired arrogant asshole, to then running fifty laps around the gym. Oh, yeah he had to call Toji to tell him about the shirt, and the fact he choked somebody out. Fun.Â
âFuck me..â He whispered, sliding his hand across his face. The guy had it out for himself. âDonât talk shit if you canât get hitâ Sukuna thought to himself. But If he wanted to become the champion he would have to get on that old manâs good side.
âYou? Boxing? Come on sweetie, donât make me laughâŠâÂ
Her fucking voice. Again. Echoing through his mind like a fucking parasite. He fumbled around his pockets trying to find his cigarettes, he needed something to calm down. Desperately. He found them finally, taking one between his fingers and lighting it up. The hot puff of smoke rose quickly as he dragged the smoke into his lungs. The wave of calm finally hit him, but his night was far from over. As soon as he pulled the first puff of smoke into his lungs his phone vibrated in his pocket. Taking it out he saw the unsaved number and answered immediately.Â
âSir..â His tone was flat.Â
âHeh, there is my hand of iron, Sukuna, my boy, howâve you been?â The voice echoed over the speaker.Â
âPretty good sir, what can I help you with?â
âListen, tonight I need you to go to the Zenith tonight.â
âThe night club?â Sukuna asked, pulling another huff from his cigarette.Â
âYes, the night club, please follow my boy. There you will see a man whose picture and name Iâll send you. Heâs the representative of the âCamo Enterpriseâ who will be hosting a press conference regarding their new ski resort tomorrow. There he plans on exposing our future plans for the company, since, unfortunately, he worked for us before joining âCamo Enterpriseâ I hope you know what you need to do. â The voice said.Â
âYes sir it will be..â the line cut off. Great. Instead of sitting in his home, cracking a beer and watching a movie he would have to dress up and go beat up some random guy. What an incredible way to spend the night. He started walking up to the train station wondering if he still had that suit Toji lent him a couple of months ago, because getting in Zenith is no easy task.Â
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He pulled up in front of the club, trying to act as nonchalant as he possibly could given the reason for his visit to this place. He checked himself in the rearview mirror - the black shirt pulled taut over his chest and the burgundy jacket perfectly framing his broad shoulders. He checked his watch. 12:35 AM. Time to move. He got out of the car and strolled up to security, completely disregarding the queue behind him.Â
âHello there gentlemen! There seems to be a little misunderstanding, you see, my colleagues are in there celebrating a big achievement for our company,â He pulls out a âCamo Enterpriseâ ID with his information. Tojiâs work. âAnd as you see Im out here.â He huffed, sounding genuinely defeated. The security guard took the ID from him and took a good look at it.Â
âBeat it salmon-hair.â He barked.Â
 Now see, if it was his first time he had to do this he would be quite stumped. But it wasnât. It was his life. He looked around as he pulled a thick wad of cash out of his pocket.Â
âNow, gentlemen, I think we can let this one slide right?â He cooed, voice dripping in honey. The two men looked at each other and quickly snatched the wad right out of Sukunaâs fingers. They started counting and once they passed one thousand the door opened.Â
âRight this way sir.âÂ
Sukuna entered the club and was immediately hit with the stench of alcohol and expensive perfume that women who frequent this place wore. The lights were blearing as techno music exploded from the floor to ceiling speakers. It was a shitshow. And there he was. The man Sukna was looking for. His face flushed a deep shade of red as he hugged a women and started preparing himself a line.Â
âWhat a dickheadâ Sukuna mumbled as he sat at the bar.Â
âWhat can I get you sir?â A womanâs voice chirped near his ear.Â
âWhiskey. Neat. â he said, not taking his eyes off of the man.
Soon, his drink arrived and he took a sip. The waiting game begins. A couple of minutes passed when the man stood up, swaying and earning a drunken cackle from his group.Â
âBathroom! Then evrâthin else..â the man slurred as he walked towards the restroom. Bingo. Sukuna downed his drink in a large gulp and turned around to make sure he wasnât so suspicious. He got up and slowly went to the restroom.Â
When he entered, he looked around discretely, checking for anyone else but the man he needed. Luckily it was just him standing at the urinal humming an unknown tune. Sukuna entered the urinal next to him, pretending to take a piss.Â
âSo..â he began âbig party tonight huh boss.âÂ
âYeeah, yeeeah, my cmpany got this biig sale, yâknow!â The man slurred âWe got a whole fuckin ski resort, canyou belive?âÂ
âOh thatâs incredible sir, and which company is it?â Sukuna flashed a sweet smile.Â
âCamo Enterprise. THE fuckin buldozer of the sports world! HicâÂ
By now they were already washing their hands at the sink. This was it. The moment that made everything worthwhile. Sukuna looked at him from the mirror and pounced in a split second making the man choke on his spit.Â
âListen here you little shit..â Sukuna hissed, the grab on this manâs collar was iron.
A slap cracked across the tilled walls. A red handprint bloomed across the manâs cheek
âI know what you and your shitty firm will say tomorrow..â Sukuna saw the sheer terror in this manâs eyes. The man stumbled backwards, getting out of the restroom and being pushed against the wall of the hallway.Â
âListen to me very carefully now, I wonât repeat myself.â Sukuna began, âI will break your legs if you say all that vile bullshit about.. âÂ
âSukuna?â
His head turned on instinct, and there you were standing in the hallway. Your red dress hugged you figure as you slowly approached him, your eyes wide from the shock.Â
âFuck me..â he said looking back at the man he held.   Â
a/n: Hello guys! Im sorry for my little hiatus, but here I am at last! Thank you so much for reading, I had so much fun writing this first chapter! Im not sure how long this will be but it will be a rollercoaster! Thank you for all the support on this and ofc reblogs, comments and likes are very appreciated!
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Love is a contact sport: Ch1: Men don't fight like that
Pairing: Boxer!Sukuna x fem!reader [ongoing series]
Summary: Ryomen Sukuna is a simple man, all he needs is a cigarette, an occasional drink and someone he could beat up when asked. After an accidental meeting with a boxing coach he tries to put his talent to good use - become the national boxing champion. But when the phone rings, will a coach and his daughter be enough to make him change his ways?
Word count: 5.1k
Tags: Â MDNI, 18+, VIOLENCE, eventual smut, fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of fights, mentions of stalking, use of drugs, use of alcohol, slow burn, angst, hurt/no comfort, hurt/comfort, death, grief, violent Sukuna (not towards reader), cocky Sukuna, smut, p in v, oral (f! and m! receiving), fingering, nipple play, size difference.
Starting something new is never easy. You stand there frozen, fear and uncertainty eating you alive as you try to tell yourself how you are overreacting, how all of this is nothing, how you can always say âfuck thisâ and walk away. The comfort and familiarity of your old life stands there, taunting you, expecting you to come crawling back to them like a man who lost everything.Â
But he didnât crawl. Because Ryomen Sukuna never crawls.
 The old building stood in front of him - the pale yellow facade was splattered with marks from rusting, leaky ac units, graffiti adorned it like it was a canvas. If you were a passer-by the building would blend into the background of your vision and you would forget about it as soon as youâve seen it. And he was there - all six foot three of him stood there looking up at the busted sign above the door that simply said âgymâ. His bag was slung over his shoulders which gave this feeling of relaxation. His hand flew to his salmon locks, trying to remove the sticky sweat from his forehead. Taking his phone out, he quickly glanced at the clock. 6:20PM. The old man said the practice starts at 6:30PM. Sharp. He just needed to find the locker room, change and get out there. Simple. But there was something twisting in his stomach. He didnât want to be there, he really didnât want to, and he didnât know why he had accepted that old manâs offer that night. But there was no going back now. He promised.Â
The door of the gym swung open as he entered,keeping his head low, hoping that no one was there to greet him. And to his relief the room was empty. A reception desk stood in front of him, littered with all kinds of papers and leaflets. On the wall stood a simple printed poster of the membership prices and working hours. But Sukuna had something different on his mind. Finding the locker room in time. 06:22 PM. He stalled longer than he had expected and now he had to be lightning quick. He spotted a small sign saying âLOCKERSâ on the wall and he sighed with relief. He quickly went through the hall and looked at the tiny door at the end. Twisting the handle, he took a deep breath in and entered.
Finally. It hit him. The smell of rubber, blood and sweat hit his nostrils all at once as he entered, sending the stress of this whole mess straight into his fists. 06:27PM. He had three minutes. He unbuttoned his jeans in a hurry and tried sliding them down his legs, stomping on the ends. The raw denim, however, stuck to his thighs like second skin, not wanting to let go.Â
âOh fuck me..â he spat as he bent down to take off his jeans like a normal person.Â
He quickly put on his crimson shorts and started tackling with his shirt next. This will require some patience. He grabbed the hem of his gray shirt and started lifting his arms slowly, carefully - this was the last whole shirt he had, and he knew he couldnât go to his job in his old band tees. His hands passed his waist and began reaching his ribs, so far so good. As he passed his ribs with the hem of his shirt in hand he started to feel resistance. The sweat from the heat and stress was not helping as the black compression shirt stuck to him like glue. He glanced at his phone. 06:29 PM. Fuck. He tried to wiggle out of it, but it caught on his lats and wasnât letting go.Â
âyou motherfu-â he hissed as he yanked his hands up, desperately trying to free himself.Â
*hrrkk*
the seam ripped as the shirt went over his head. There it went. His last fucking shirt. He crumpled it up and stuffed it in his bag. He didnât have time to think about this right now, he would just ask Toji for some spare ones, even though this one was also Tojiâs..
He quickly got an old tank top on and changed into his old, busted up sneakers. 06:31 PM. He snatched his water bottle from the bag and got out into the gym.
The gym was illuminated with white lights that hung off the walls. In the middle of it was a large ring where two guys stood, talking. The walls of the gym were adorned with all kinds of posters and news articles of fights won. In the middle of the wall stood a large mirror overlooking the ring. The smell of iron and sweat was even stronger than in the locker room, but it was the only thing that gave Sukuna a little comfort. He squinted at the blearing lights trying to find the old man when he heard the whistle.Â
âYou.â an old raspy voice barked from the left. The man standing had a permanent frown on his face from years of shouting and scowling at his athletes. His short gray hair crowned his head as he looked at Sukuna with eyes full of agitation.Â
âLaps.â The old man said quickly.
Sukunaâs eyebrows shot up and a scowl appeared on his face and he looked at him with a dose of indignation. What the hell was he going to do laps for?Â
âI came here to box old man, not run a marathon.â He spat.
âOh? You came here to box? Alright then. Letâs see what you got.â The man spoke coldly. He passed Sukuna and started going towards the ring in the middle of the room. Sukuna never took his crimson eyes off of him, unsure of what heâll do next.Â
âSatoru!â The old man roared. Despite his old and frail frame the man had some lungs in him.
âYouâre up. This is your opponent.â he said, pointing at Sukuna, who had a smirk plastered on his face. The man who turned his head was one of the guys standing in the ring, talking. His unnaturally white hair fell over his cerulean blue eyes as he turned his head. He had a tall, lean frame but nowhere near as large as Sukunaâs.Â
Satoru looked towards his coach and let out a laugh.Â
âThis guy?â, He said, pointing at Sukuna with his chin, arms crossed as he did so, âGimme a break Yaga I wonât entertain your new toys,â Satoru scoffed, âHe doesnât even have gloves. Hell, heâs not even wrapped. Have you ever seen a ring pinkie pie?â The white-haired man shouted to Sukuna.
âI donât need gloves to fuck you up fuckwad!â Sukuna roared as he came up to the ring, ducking in between the ropes to get in. He was seething with anger. Who the fuck does this white-haired weirdo think he is, sounding all high and mighty. No, he hasnât seen a ring. You donât need a ring when you go to threaten people and beat some sense into them. A ring could be anything in Sukunaâs mind - the street, a club, a bathroom in a restaurant, hell, even a bedroom. In his world there was no need for stupid wraps or gloves, the stronger you hit, the faster it ends.
 And so he went up there, just his scarred knuckles and raw strength. He looked at the two men standing in the ring. The man next to Satoru had long black hair that was tied up in a man bun and the aura he exuded was aloof and uninterested. He would deal with him later, for now the target was the white-haired asshole. Sukuna put his fists up while searching for any openings that freak had. Left cheekbone, stomach, chin. He counted them all. Satoru put on his sparring helmet and the mouthguard. The man-bun tightened Satoruâs gloves and he turned around to face Sukuna.Â
âPut on a helmet at least, I would feel bad busting you up on your first day.â Satoru smirked. He was bouncing from one leg to the other, like a little kid in a candy store. His hands were beside his torso, swinging.Â
âIâll go easy, donât worry.. Whatâs your name again?â He asked with a slight lisp from his mouthguard.Â
âRyomen Sukuna, asshole.â Sukunaâs voice was ice cold. He just stood there with his guard up, waiting for Satoru to start the fight. He knew the catch with guys like Satoru - the fast kind, the ones you have to chase around and subsequently lose your footing while they use that to their advantage. Waiting him out was the best strategy.Â
âDonât dance around pussy, fight.â Sukuna spat and his crimson eyes darted around Satoruâs openings again.Â
âWell, Ryomen Sukuna, I will when you put on a helmet, I fight fair.â Â
âThose are for pussies, fight like a man.â Sukuna spat as he tightened his fists, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.Â
âSatoru, get on with it I donât have all day!â Yaga roared from the corner of the ring. Sukuna turned to look at the sudden noise when he felt a sudden sharp pain across his nose. The scent of blood immediately filled his nostrils as the pain bloomed across his face. The crackle of cartilage filled his ears. That was a heavy punch. His head swung back. The pain became dizzying.Â
âNever take your eyes off of your opponent, newbie. Rule number one in boxing. â The white-haired man smirked. Sukunaâs eyes immediately darted toward Satoru. He straightened up in a second as his hand went flying faster than the thought went through his mind. A punch to the abdomen, just at the diaphragm. Precise and calculated. He could hear the air being pushed out of Satoruâs lungs. A low grunt escaped Satoruâs lips as he doubled over. But Sukuna was nowhere near done. He had just started. Satoru threw another punch aimed at his left temple. He ducked.Â
âIs this guy your strongest, old man? What a fucking joke!â Sukuna asked , smirking, eyes locked on Satoru who was sweating bullets, trying to regain his breath. The pink-head had that predatory glint in his eyes. The one that would usually send shivers down a personâs back. His crimson eyes looked for a chance, an opening in Satoruâs defence, anything. He hit Satoru again. A quick jab, straight to the middle of his face. His raw knuckles burned at the punch but he paid no mind.Â
The only thing he thought about was seeing this guy on the floor. Sukunaâs tattooed torso rippled with every punch he threw. It was a relentless fury of punches heading in Satoruâs direction. Head, nose, shoulder, head again. He stumbled back into the ropes, head spinning as blood poured out of his nose like a faucet. The dark purple bruise bloomed over Satoruâs eye as he wiped his nose. It was time for a switch or he wonât endure this. There was no stopping this guy - so he started wearing him out. Satoru begun flying around the ring, desperately trying to regain his breath.Â
âYou should try and punch, asshole, not dance around me.â Sukuna laughed.Â
âYeah and you should try and move, newbie, you havenât moved an inch since we started.â Satoru smirked while jumping, droplets of sweat falling off of his hair, hitting the floor of the ring.Â
âAnd yet I still got your ass.â Sukuna sneered.Â
Satoru took a good look at Sukuna - his crimson irises, oozing hubris, fixated on Saroruâs face, nostrils flaring, his stance that was too rigid, too upright, his fists too stiff in the way he hit.
âSo, Ryomen Sukuna, do you wanna be a champion? Is that why youâre here? To prove to everyone who ever doubted you that you are worthy of the champion title?â Satoru mocked, his feet never stopping. âEveryone comes here with that in mind, you know. But they all fail. Do you know why? Because they donât have what it takes.âÂ
âAnd you do?â Sukuna cocked an eyebrow.Â
âI never said I wanted to be a champion now did I? You gotta listen better, pinkie. Tsk tsk tsk. All of you assholes come here, walking in like you own this place. But let me tell you now, Ryomen Sukuna, youâll. Never. Be. A. Champion. Get that through your thick head.âÂ
Satoruâs words echoed across the walls.Â
And at that moment Sukuna set his sights on the white-head. His feet moved in a blink, coming up to Satoru in an instant. The pair of cerulean eyes widened at the sudden intrusion of personal space when his windpipe started to close. A second was all it took for Sukuna to wrap his large hand around Satoruâs throat and start squeezing. His grip was iron, slowly squeezing the air out of Satoru whose vision began blurring. Sukunaâs eyes were frantic, their crimson color amplifying the murderous intent behind them.
 If he wanted to, he could kill Satoru right then and there.
Suddenly, a high-pitched noise broke through the silence. Yaga got up from his chair, whistle in hand and started quickly walking towards the ring.Â
âHEY! Knock it off both of you!â He spat as he got inside to separate the guys. Sukuna let go of him and Satoru fell backwards on the ropes, his friend catching him quickly.Â
âNow give me one good goddamn reason not to kick you out this second boy!â He roared, pushing his thin finger in Sukunaâs chest.Â
âAre you sick in the fucking head?â The guy with the man-bun yelled as he looked over at Sukuna while trying to lift Satoru up.Â
âHe was asking for it.â Sukuna shrugged, his voice full of venom. Satoru started coming to soon enough, his legs still a bit shaky but he managed to get up. He held onto his friend as he regained his breath.
âIm fine Suguru. He stammered, rubbing his hand around his throat, soothing the blooming pain.Â
âAlright everyone, practice is done, Sugru take Satoru to the medic, and youâ he pointed at Sukna âWeâre gonna have a serious talk.âYaga âs eyes turned into slits as he looked Sukuna up and down. His posture was relaxed, arms lazily hung next to his torso, like he just didnât almost kill a man. His tattooed chest rose and fell slowly, he was calm. Too calm.Â
Suguru took Satoruâs arm around his shoulders and started walking towards the medicâs room. He spat as he passed Sukuna, staring daggers through him.Â
âYouâre mine next time, asshole.â he hissed.
âHm, Iâll be waiting.â Sukuna scoffed. His eyes followed them, lingering on their figures before they left the gym completely. He fucked up. He knew it in his bones, yet he couldn't help but think to himself how arrogant that asshole was. He had it coming, and if Sukuna was going to be the one to fuck him up, so be it.Â
What pulled him out of his thoughts was a sharp slap across his cheek. His head swung as his eyes set on Yaga whose hand was pressed against Sukunaâs cheek. The loud crack bounced off the walls.Â
âIf you do that shit again..âhe said, voice cold as ice, âYou will be out of here for good do you understand me? It was you who said fight like a man right? Men donât fight like that Sukuna. Assholes do. Men who have zero morals do. Am I making myself clear? You have one more chance. Now you better start running, you prick.âÂ
âHow many old man?â Sukuna mumbled, nostrils flaring with anger.
âUntil you fall over.â said as he turned and headed for his office door at the far corner of the gym.
 With that the tattooed brute started running laps around the gym, his chest rising and falling with the pace he had set. His legs burned but he didnât stop. He couldnât. This was going to be one hell of a long nightâŠ
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The office door closed with a loud thud. All of a sudden, the stifling air became charged with a whirlwind of emotions. Yaga entered, his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose as he sat down with a huff. The old office chair creaked under his weight.Â
âThey called, again..â You said, voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes found your father slumped in his chair utterly exhausted. Rubbing your hands against each other, you tried removing the sweat that made them feel clammy - a hard task indeed.Â
âWhat did they want now?â He sighed, putting on his glasses as he took up a notebook filled with monthly expenses for the gym. The bills piled up high - rent, electricity, water, heating, the air conditioning there was no end in sight. He flipped through the pages, a defeated look spread across his face.Â
âThey, uh, they said they want to see five thousand by the end of the month, or..â You whispered.Â
âOr what?â Yaga growled, his eyebrows fusing in an angry line.Â
âOr there will be consequences..â you mumbled looking at you father with a worried look.Â
His nostrils flared with anger as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
âFucking.. ASSHOLES!â He roared, throwing the notebook across the cramped office. The pages fluttered around as the notebook flew, hitting a lonely shelf with a loud bang. The trophies on the shelf shook violently from the force of impact, as pictures began sliding down to the floor. You silently got up and started picking them up one by one. Your dad was in one, grinning from ear to ear. He was about three decades younger but his short hair had some color in it, not the typical gray he had these days. His gloved fist rose in the air, victorious. That was the first time he had won the national championship. Yaga told you that story countless times before. How he was so tired he couldnât get up, that all he could feel was the dull ache in his fists and shoulders. How he had to put all of his focus on standing his ground. How his opponent was twice his size but it didnât matter, that he had to deliver the final blow - and he did.Â
Next one was a photo of him and your mom, grinning in front of the gym with a small key in hand. You sighed, holding the picture a little tighter in your hands. Your mom was so pretty and indescribably happy in the photo. She looked like she was on top of the world - her smile warm and genuine as she held up the key to the gym. She was the brain behind all the muscles of this place, as your father said. While your dad was out there training the future champions of boxing she stayed behind, in the chair you are now sitting in, taking care of all problems that popped up along the way. You remember her sitting at her desk, relentlessly typing on her computer as your father showed you around the gym and teaching you how to hit the boxing bag when you were only three. â, sheâs too young for that, sheâll hurt herself!â she would always say after watching the two of you play-fight.
But then she became frailer and frailer. As time went on the stress of her job caught up with her and she could not fight anymore. Her face was gaunt with prominent dark circles around her eyes - but they never lost their spark. And the coughing. The relentless coughing that would pull you from your sleep. It went on for hours and there was nothing you could do. And then one day it all stopped. You remember standing outside of your parentsâ bedroom hearing your fatherâs sobs as he begged âOne more round babe, come on, donât do this. Please..â
 Nothing was ever the same after she was gone. Your father stopped coming to the gym, his athletes found new coaches, and the bills started piling up higher and higher. You were fifteen when you decided to fill in your motherâs shoes. You started cleaning around, renovating the gym, keeping up with the relentless bank calls - and it was you who helped your father slowly come out of his shell little by little. The wounds of the loss of your mother healed, but they did leave a pretty nasty scar.Â
You got up from the floor and sat back at your desk, taking a good look at .Â
âDad.. we canât keep doing this. Its time. We must close it.â You said as you straightened up, trying to look serious.Â
âNo! We are NOT closing the gym! Your mother.. She didnât lose her life so I could close..â he choked on his words. âWe just need a champion, a winner. After that they will all know that they are making a mistake!âÂ
âDad.. come on, not this again..â Your voice rose up as you stared at him. âThe gym didnât produce a champion for the last eight years and counting. Do you honestly think that any of the guys in here are capable of being a champion? Satoru with his ego, Suguru with his aloofness, and Choso who is softer that a teddy bear, dad be realistic. We canât win!â You yelled, the words sounding harsher than you intended, but it was too late now. They were out. The feeling of the last eight years finally found its way to come out of you.
Yagaâs heart sank. He just stared at you with a devastated look written all over its face. You fucked up. Big time. But you didnât have time for a single thought, because the door of your office swung open with a loud bang and in stumbled a six foot three mountain of a man. His torso, covered in black tattoos, sprawling from his wrists, around his biceps, on his shoulders and snaking down from his neck towards his chest was covered with a sheen of sweat. His face, covered in the same style of tattoos - harsh lines outlining his jaw and cheekbones, was speckled with beads of sweat rolling from his forehead and temples. The salmon pink strands were glued to his forehead, hiding his eyes. Oh his eyes. His crimson irises looked around the room as he examined both yours and Yagaâs faces. He slumped forward , trying to regain his breath when he suddenly spoke.Â
âI⊠I can get you what you need old man.â He huffed. âI can be your champion.âÂ
âHow.. how much did you hear?â Yaga asked, baffled at the state of this guy.Â
âEnough.â
âDad.. Who.. Whoâs this?â You said, eyebrows shooting up at the sudden intrusion.Â
âRyomen Sukuna, pleasure.â Sukuna rasped, quickly glancing at you and returning to look at your father.Â
âAre you alright? You want me to get you some water or?â You asked, as you stood up, worry written all over your face. Other guys never came out this sweaty after practice. This guy just stood there, staring at your father without uttering a single word.Â
âDad, what in the hell did you do out there?âÂ
âI told him to do laps. Standard.â Yaga replied, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âI get it but this seems a bit excessive, donât you-â
âUntil I fall over. So here.. Here I am. â Sukuna rasped.
âSukuna⊠Just.. just go home.â he muttered,âWeâll talk next time, and do not be a second late I mean it.âÂ
âAlright.âÂ
And with that he turned around and closed the door behind him. What was up with this guy? His presence was a new level of intimidating, yet he listened to your fatherâs insane command. You glanced at who was staring at the closed door of your office.Â
âDad what are you..?âÂ
âHeâll do it.â Yaga whispered, a smirk forming on his face.
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Despite the muggy heat of the afternoon, the night was slightly chilly. Getting out of the old building Sukuna slung his bag over his shoulders, his thighs still burning from the relentless running he was subjected to. What a day. From ripping his shirt at the beginning to choking out that white-haired arrogant asshole, to then running fifty laps around the gym. Oh, yeah he had to call Toji to tell him about the shirt, and the fact he choked somebody out. Fun.Â
âFuck me..â He whispered, sliding his hand across his face. The guy had it out for himself. âDonât talk shit if you canât get hitâ Sukuna thought to himself. But If he wanted to become the champion he would have to get on that old manâs good side.
âYou? Boxing? Come on sweetie, donât make me laughâŠâÂ
Her fucking voice. Again. Echoing through his mind like a fucking parasite. He fumbled around his pockets trying to find his cigarettes, he needed something to calm down. Desperately. He found them finally, taking one between his fingers and lighting it up. The hot puff of smoke rose quickly as he dragged the smoke into his lungs. The wave of calm finally hit him, but his night was far from over. As soon as he pulled the first puff of smoke into his lungs his phone vibrated in his pocket. Taking it out he saw the unsaved number and answered immediately.Â
âSir..â His tone was flat.Â
âHeh, there is my hand of iron, Sukuna, my boy, howâve you been?â The voice echoed over the speaker.Â
âPretty good sir, what can I help you with?â
âListen, tonight I need you to go to the Zenith tonight.â
âThe night club?â Sukuna asked, pulling another huff from his cigarette.Â
âYes, the night club, please follow my boy. There you will see a man whose picture and name Iâll send you. Heâs the representative of the âCamo Enterpriseâ who will be hosting a press conference regarding their new ski resort tomorrow. There he plans on exposing our future plans for the company, since, unfortunately, he worked for us before joining âCamo Enterpriseâ I hope you know what you need to do. â The voice said.Â
âYes sir it will be..â the line cut off. Great. Instead of sitting in his home, cracking a beer and watching a movie he would have to dress up and go beat up some random guy. What an incredible way to spend the night. He started walking up to the train station wondering if he still had that suit Toji lent him a couple of months ago, because getting in Zenith is no easy task.Â
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He pulled up in front of the club, trying to act as nonchalant as he possibly could given the reason for his visit to this place. He checked himself in the rearview mirror - the black shirt pulled taut over his chest and the burgundy jacket perfectly framing his broad shoulders. He checked his watch. 12:35 AM. Time to move. He got out of the car and strolled up to security, completely disregarding the queue behind him.Â
âHello there gentlemen! There seems to be a little misunderstanding, you see, my colleagues are in there celebrating a big achievement for our company,â He pulls out a âCamo Enterpriseâ ID with his information. Tojiâs work. âAnd as you see Im out here.â He huffed, sounding genuinely defeated. The security guard took the ID from him and took a good look at it.Â
âBeat it salmon-hair.â He barked.Â
 Now see, if it was his first time he had to do this he would be quite stumped. But it wasnât. It was his life. He looked around as he pulled a thick wad of cash out of his pocket.Â
âNow, gentlemen, I think we can let this one slide right?â He cooed, voice dripping in honey. The two men looked at each other and quickly snatched the wad right out of Sukunaâs fingers. They started counting and once they passed one thousand the door opened.Â
âRight this way sir.âÂ
Sukuna entered the club and was immediately hit with the stench of alcohol and expensive perfume that women who frequent this place wore. The lights were blearing as techno music exploded from the floor to ceiling speakers. It was a shitshow. And there he was. The man Sukna was looking for. His face flushed a deep shade of red as he hugged a women and started preparing himself a line.Â
âWhat a dickheadâ Sukuna mumbled as he sat at the bar.Â
âWhat can I get you sir?â A womanâs voice chirped near his ear.Â
âWhiskey. Neat. â he said, not taking his eyes off of the man.
Soon, his drink arrived and he took a sip. The waiting game begins. A couple of minutes passed when the man stood up, swaying and earning a drunken cackle from his group.Â
âBathroom! Then evrâthin else..â the man slurred as he walked towards the restroom. Bingo. Sukuna downed his drink in a large gulp and turned around to make sure he wasnât so suspicious. He got up and slowly went to the restroom.Â
When he entered, he looked around discretely, checking for anyone else but the man he needed. Luckily it was just him standing at the urinal humming an unknown tune. Sukuna entered the urinal next to him, pretending to take a piss.Â
âSo..â he began âbig party tonight huh boss.âÂ
âYeeah, yeeeah, my cmpany got this biig sale, yâknow!â The man slurred âWe got a whole fuckin ski resort, canyou belive?âÂ
âOh thatâs incredible sir, and which company is it?â Sukuna flashed a sweet smile.Â
âCamo Enterprise. THE fuckin buldozer of the sports world! HicâÂ
By now they were already washing their hands at the sink. This was it. The moment that made everything worthwhile. Sukuna looked at him from the mirror and pounced in a split second making the man choke on his spit.Â
âListen here you little shit..â Sukuna hissed, the grab on this manâs collar was iron.
A slap cracked across the tilled walls. A red handprint bloomed across the manâs cheek
âI know what you and your shitty firm will say tomorrow..â Sukuna saw the sheer terror in this manâs eyes. The man stumbled backwards, getting out of the restroom and being pushed against the wall of the hallway.Â
âListen to me very carefully now, I wonât repeat myself.â Sukuna began, âI will break your legs if you say all that vile bullshit about.. âÂ
âSukuna?â
His head turned on instinct, and there you were standing in the hallway. Your red dress hugged you figure as you slowly approached him, your eyes wide from the shock.Â
âFuck me..â he said looking back at the man he held.   Â
a/n: Hello guys! Im sorry for my little hiatus, but here I am at last! Thank you so much for reading, I had so much fun writing this first chapter! Im not sure how long this will be but it will be a rollercoaster! Thank you for all the support on this and ofc reblogs, comments and likes are very appreciated!
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Love is a contact sport: Ch1: Men don't fight like that
Pairing: Boxer!Sukuna x fem!reader [ongoing series]
Summary: Ryomen Sukuna is a simple man, all he needs is a cigarette, an occasional drink and someone he could beat up when asked. After an accidental meeting with a boxing coach he tries to put his talent to good use - become the national boxing champion. But when the phone rings, will a coach and his daughter be enough to make him change his ways?
Word count: 5.1k
Tags: Â MDNI, 18+, VIOLENCE, eventual smut, fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of fights, mentions of stalking, use of drugs, use of alcohol, use of cigarettes, use of nicotine, slow burn, angst, hurt/no comfort, hurt/comfort, parent death, grief, breakdowns, violent Sukuna (not towards reader), cocky Sukuna, smut, p in v, oral (f! and m! receiving), fingering, nipple play, size difference, aftercare, praising, more tags as the series moves along.
Starting something new is never easy. You stand there frozen, fear and uncertainty eating you alive as you try to tell yourself how you are overreacting, how all of this is nothing, how you can always say âfuck thisâ and walk away. The comfort and familiarity of your old life stands there, taunting you, expecting you to come crawling back to them like a man who lost everything.Â
But he didnât crawl. Because Ryomen Sukuna never crawls.
 The old building stood in front of him - the pale yellow facade was splattered with marks from rusting, leaky ac units, graffiti adorned it like it was a canvas. If you were a passer-by the building would blend into the background of your vision and you would forget about it as soon as youâve seen it. And he was there - all six foot three of him stood there looking up at the busted sign above the door that simply said âgymâ. His bag was slung over his shoulders which gave this feeling of relaxation. His hand flew to his salmon locks, trying to remove the sticky sweat from his forehead. Taking his phone out, he quickly glanced at the clock. 6:20PM. The old man said the practice starts at 6:30PM. Sharp. He just needed to find the locker room, change and get out there. Simple. But there was something twisting in his stomach. He didnât want to be there, he really didnât want to, and he didnât know why he had accepted that old manâs offer that night. But there was no going back now. He promised.Â
The door of the gym swung open as he entered,keeping his head low, hoping that no one was there to greet him. And to his relief the room was empty. A reception desk stood in front of him, littered with all kinds of papers and leaflets. On the wall stood a simple printed poster of the membership prices and working hours. But Sukuna had something different on his mind. Finding the locker room in time. 06:22 PM. He stalled longer than he had expected and now he had to be lightning quick. He spotted a small sign saying âLOCKERSâ on the wall and he sighed with relief. He quickly went through the hall and looked at the tiny door at the end. Twisting the handle, he took a deep breath in and entered.
Finally. It hit him. The smell of rubber, blood and sweat hit his nostrils all at once as he entered, sending the stress of this whole mess straight into his fists. 06:27PM. He had three minutes. He unbuttoned his jeans in a hurry and tried sliding them down his legs, stomping on the ends. The raw denim, however, stuck to his thighs like second skin, not wanting to let go.Â
âOh fuck me..â he spat as he bent down to take off his jeans like a normal person.Â
He quickly put on his crimson shorts and started tackling with his shirt next. This will require some patience. He grabbed the hem of his gray shirt and started lifting his arms slowly, carefully - this was the last whole shirt he had, and he knew he couldnât go to his job in his old band tees. His hands passed his waist and began reaching his ribs, so far so good. As he passed his ribs with the hem of his shirt in hand he started to feel resistance. The sweat from the heat and stress was not helping as the black compression shirt stuck to him like glue. He glanced at his phone. 06:29 PM. Fuck. He tried to wiggle out of it, but it caught on his lats and wasnât letting go.Â
âyou motherfu-â he hissed as he yanked his hands up, desperately trying to free himself.Â
*hrrkk*
the seam ripped as the shirt went over his head. There it went. His last fucking shirt. He crumpled it up and stuffed it in his bag. He didnât have time to think about this right now, he would just ask Toji for some spare ones, even though this one was also Tojiâs..
He quickly got an old tank top on and changed into his old, busted up sneakers. 06:31 PM. He snatched his water bottle from the bag and got out into the gym.
The gym was illuminated with white lights that hung off the walls. In the middle of it was a large ring where two guys stood, talking. The walls of the gym were adorned with all kinds of posters and news articles of fights won. In the middle of the wall stood a large mirror overlooking the ring. The smell of iron and sweat was even stronger than in the locker room, but it was the only thing that gave Sukuna a little comfort. He squinted at the blearing lights trying to find the old man when he heard the whistle.Â
âYou.â an old raspy voice barked from the left. The man standing had a permanent frown on his face from years of shouting and scowling at his athletes. His short gray hair crowned his head as he looked at Sukuna with eyes full of agitation.Â
âLaps.â The old man said quickly.
Sukunaâs eyebrows shot up and a scowl appeared on his face and he looked at him with a dose of indignation. What the hell was he going to do laps for?Â
âI came here to box old man, not run a marathon.â He spat.
âOh? You came here to box? Alright then. Letâs see what you got.â The man spoke coldly. He passed Sukuna and started going towards the ring in the middle of the room. Sukuna never took his crimson eyes off of him, unsure of what heâll do next.Â
âSatoru!â The old man roared. Despite his old and frail frame the man had some lungs in him.
âYouâre up. This is your opponent.â he said, pointing at Sukuna, who had a smirk plastered on his face. The man who turned his head was one of the guys standing in the ring, talking. His unnaturally white hair fell over his cerulean blue eyes as he turned his head. He had a tall, lean frame but nowhere near as large as Sukunaâs.Â
Satoru looked towards his coach and let out a laugh.Â
âThis guy?â, He said, pointing at Sukuna with his chin, arms crossed as he did so, âGimme a break Yaga I wonât entertain your new toys,â Satoru scoffed, âHe doesnât even have gloves. Hell, heâs not even wrapped. Have you ever seen a ring pinkie pie?â The white-haired man shouted to Sukuna.
âI donât need gloves to fuck you up fuckwad!â Sukuna roared as he came up to the ring, ducking in between the ropes to get in. He was seething with anger. Who the fuck does this white-haired weirdo think he is, sounding all high and mighty. No, he hasnât seen a ring. You donât need a ring when you go to threaten people and beat some sense into them. A ring could be anything in Sukunaâs mind - the street, a club, a bathroom in a restaurant, hell, even a bedroom. In his world there was no need for stupid wraps or gloves, the stronger you hit, the faster it ends.
 And so he went up there, just his scarred knuckles and raw strength. He looked at the two men standing in the ring. The man next to Satoru had long black hair that was tied up in a man bun and the aura he exuded was aloof and uninterested. He would deal with him later, for now the target was the white-haired asshole. Sukuna put his fists up while searching for any openings that freak had. Left cheekbone, stomach, chin. He counted them all. Satoru put on his sparring helmet and the mouthguard. The man-bun tightened Satoruâs gloves and he turned around to face Sukuna.Â
âPut on a helmet at least, I would feel bad busting you up on your first day.â Satoru smirked. He was bouncing from one leg to the other, like a little kid in a candy store. His hands were beside his torso, swinging.Â
âIâll go easy, donât worry.. Whatâs your name again?â He asked with a slight lisp from his mouthguard.Â
âRyomen Sukuna, asshole.â Sukunaâs voice was ice cold. He just stood there with his guard up, waiting for Satoru to start the fight. He knew the catch with guys like Satoru - the fast kind, the ones you have to chase around and subsequently lose your footing while they use that to their advantage. Waiting him out was the best strategy.Â
âDonât dance around pussy, fight.â Sukuna spat and his crimson eyes darted around Satoruâs openings again.Â
âWell, Ryomen Sukuna, I will when you put on a helmet, I fight fair.â Â
âThose are for pussies, fight like a man.â Sukuna spat as he tightened his fists, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.Â
âSatoru, get on with it I donât have all day!â Yaga roared from the corner of the ring. Sukuna turned to look at the sudden noise when he felt a sudden sharp pain across his nose. The scent of blood immediately filled his nostrils as the pain bloomed across his face. The crackle of cartilage filled his ears. That was a heavy punch. His head swung back. The pain became dizzying.Â
âNever take your eyes off of your opponent, newbie. Rule number one in boxing. â The white-haired man smirked. Sukunaâs eyes immediately darted toward Satoru. He straightened up in a second as his hand went flying faster than the thought went through his mind. A punch to the abdomen, just at the diaphragm. Precise and calculated. He could hear the air being pushed out of Satoruâs lungs. A low grunt escaped Satoruâs lips as he doubled over. But Sukuna was nowhere near done. He had just started. Satoru threw another punch aimed at his left temple. He ducked.Â
âIs this guy your strongest, old man? What a fucking joke!â Sukuna asked , smirking, eyes locked on Satoru who was sweating bullets, trying to regain his breath. The pink-head had that predatory glint in his eyes. The one that would usually send shivers down a personâs back. His crimson eyes looked for a chance, an opening in Satoruâs defence, anything. He hit Satoru again. A quick jab, straight to the middle of his face. His raw knuckles burned at the punch but he paid no mind.Â
The only thing he thought about was seeing this guy on the floor. Sukunaâs tattooed torso rippled with every punch he threw. It was a relentless fury of punches heading in Satoruâs direction. Head, nose, shoulder, head again. He stumbled back into the ropes, head spinning as blood poured out of his nose like a faucet. The dark purple bruise bloomed over Satoruâs eye as he wiped his nose. It was time for a switch or he wonât endure this. There was no stopping this guy - so he started wearing him out. Satoru begun flying around the ring, desperately trying to regain his breath.Â
âYou should try and punch, asshole, not dance around me.â Sukuna laughed.Â
âYeah and you should try and move, newbie, you havenât moved an inch since we started.â Satoru smirked while jumping, droplets of sweat falling off of his hair, hitting the floor of the ring.Â
âAnd yet I still got your ass.â Sukuna sneered.Â
Satoru took a good look at Sukuna - his crimson irises, oozing hubris, fixated on Saroruâs face, nostrils flaring, his stance that was too rigid, too upright, his fists too stiff in the way he hit.
âSo, Ryomen Sukuna, do you wanna be a champion? Is that why youâre here? To prove to everyone who ever doubted you that you are worthy of the champion title?â Satoru mocked, his feet never stopping. âEveryone comes here with that in mind, you know. But they all fail. Do you know why? Because they donât have what it takes.âÂ
âAnd you do?â Sukuna cocked an eyebrow.Â
âI never said I wanted to be a champion now did I? You gotta listen better, pinkie. Tsk tsk tsk. All of you assholes come here, walking in like you own this place. But let me tell you now, Ryomen Sukuna, youâll. Never. Be. A. Champion. Get that through your thick head.âÂ
Satoruâs words echoed across the walls.Â
And at that moment Sukuna set his sights on the white-head. His feet moved in a blink, coming up to Satoru in an instant. The pair of cerulean eyes widened at the sudden intrusion of personal space when his windpipe started to close. A second was all it took for Sukuna to wrap his large hand around Satoruâs throat and start squeezing. His grip was iron, slowly squeezing the air out of Satoru whose vision began blurring. Sukunaâs eyes were frantic, their crimson color amplifying the murderous intent behind them.
 If he wanted to, he could kill Satoru right then and there.
Suddenly, a high-pitched noise broke through the silence. Yaga got up from his chair, whistle in hand and started quickly walking towards the ring.Â
âHEY! Knock it off both of you!â He spat as he got inside to separate the guys. Sukuna let go of him and Satoru fell backwards on the ropes, his friend catching him quickly.Â
âNow give me one good goddamn reason not to kick you out this second boy!â He roared, pushing his thin finger in Sukunaâs chest.Â
âAre you sick in the fucking head?â The guy with the man-bun yelled as he looked over at Sukuna while trying to lift Satoru up.Â
âHe was asking for it.â Sukuna shrugged, his voice full of venom. Satoru started coming to soon enough, his legs still a bit shaky but he managed to get up. He held onto his friend as he regained his breath.
âIm fine Suguru. He stammered, rubbing his hand around his throat, soothing the blooming pain.Â
âAlright everyone, practice is done, Sugru take Satoru to the medic, and youâ he pointed at Sukna âWeâre gonna have a serious talk.âYaga âs eyes turned into slits as he looked Sukuna up and down. His posture was relaxed, arms lazily hung next to his torso, like he just didnât almost kill a man. His tattooed chest rose and fell slowly, he was calm. Too calm.Â
Suguru took Satoruâs arm around his shoulders and started walking towards the medicâs room. He spat as he passed Sukuna, staring daggers through him.Â
âYouâre mine next time, asshole.â he hissed.
âHm, Iâll be waiting.â Sukuna scoffed. His eyes followed them, lingering on their figures before they left the gym completely. He fucked up. He knew it in his bones, yet he couldn't help but think to himself how arrogant that asshole was. He had it coming, and if Sukuna was going to be the one to fuck him up, so be it.Â
What pulled him out of his thoughts was a sharp slap across his cheek. His head swung as his eyes set on Yaga whose hand was pressed against Sukunaâs cheek. The loud crack bounced off the walls.Â
âIf you do that shit again..âhe said, voice cold as ice, âYou will be out of here for good do you understand me? It was you who said fight like a man right? Men donât fight like that Sukuna. Assholes do. Men who have zero morals do. Am I making myself clear? You have one more chance. Now you better start running, you prick.âÂ
âHow many old man?â Sukuna mumbled, nostrils flaring with anger.
âUntil you fall over.â said as he turned and headed for his office door at the far corner of the gym.
 With that the tattooed brute started running laps around the gym, his chest rising and falling with the pace he had set. His legs burned but he didnât stop. He couldnât. This was going to be one hell of a long nightâŠ
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The office door closed with a loud thud. All of a sudden, the stifling air became charged with a whirlwind of emotions. Yaga entered, his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose as he sat down with a huff. The old office chair creaked under his weight.Â
âThey called, again..â You said, voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes found your father slumped in his chair utterly exhausted. Rubbing your hands against each other, you tried removing the sweat that made them feel clammy - a hard task indeed.Â
âWhat did they want now?â He sighed, putting on his glasses as he took up a notebook filled with monthly expenses for the gym. The bills piled up high - rent, electricity, water, heating, the air conditioning there was no end in sight. He flipped through the pages, a defeated look spread across his face.Â
âThey, uh, they said they want to see five thousand by the end of the month, or..â You whispered.Â
âOr what?â Yaga growled, his eyebrows fusing in an angry line.Â
âOr there will be consequences..â you mumbled looking at you father with a worried look.Â
His nostrils flared with anger as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
âFucking.. ASSHOLES!â He roared, throwing the notebook across the cramped office. The pages fluttered around as the notebook flew, hitting a lonely shelf with a loud bang. The trophies on the shelf shook violently from the force of impact, as pictures began sliding down to the floor. You silently got up and started picking them up one by one. Your dad was in one, grinning from ear to ear. He was about three decades younger but his short hair had some color in it, not the typical gray he had these days. His gloved fist rose in the air, victorious. That was the first time he had won the national championship. Yaga told you that story countless times before. How he was so tired he couldnât get up, that all he could feel was the dull ache in his fists and shoulders. How he had to put all of his focus on standing his ground. How his opponent was twice his size but it didnât matter, that he had to deliver the final blow - and he did.Â
Next one was a photo of him and your mom, grinning in front of the gym with a small key in hand. You sighed, holding the picture a little tighter in your hands. Your mom was so pretty and indescribably happy in the photo. She looked like she was on top of the world - her smile warm and genuine as she held up the key to the gym. She was the brain behind all the muscles of this place, as your father said. While your dad was out there training the future champions of boxing she stayed behind, in the chair you are now sitting in, taking care of all problems that popped up along the way. You remember her sitting at her desk, relentlessly typing on her computer as your father showed you around the gym and teaching you how to hit the boxing bag when you were only three. â, sheâs too young for that, sheâll hurt herself!â she would always say after watching the two of you play-fight.
But then she became frailer and frailer. As time went on the stress of her job caught up with her and she could not fight anymore. Her face was gaunt with prominent dark circles around her eyes - but they never lost their spark. And the coughing. The relentless coughing that would pull you from your sleep. It went on for hours and there was nothing you could do. And then one day it all stopped. You remember standing outside of your parentsâ bedroom hearing your fatherâs sobs as he begged âOne more round babe, come on, donât do this. Please..â
 Nothing was ever the same after she was gone. Your father stopped coming to the gym, his athletes found new coaches, and the bills started piling up higher and higher. You were fifteen when you decided to fill in your motherâs shoes. You started cleaning around, renovating the gym, keeping up with the relentless bank calls - and it was you who helped your father slowly come out of his shell little by little. The wounds of the loss of your mother healed, but they did leave a pretty nasty scar.Â
You got up from the floor and sat back at your desk, taking a good look at .Â
âDad.. we canât keep doing this. Its time. We must close it.â You said as you straightened up, trying to look serious.Â
âNo! We are NOT closing the gym! Your mother.. She didnât lose her life so I could close..â he choked on his words. âWe just need a champion, a winner. After that they will all know that they are making a mistake!âÂ
âDad.. come on, not this again..â Your voice rose up as you stared at him. âThe gym didnât produce a champion for the last eight years and counting. Do you honestly think that any of the guys in here are capable of being a champion? Satoru with his ego, Suguru with his aloofness, and Choso who is softer that a teddy bear, dad be realistic. We canât win!â You yelled, the words sounding harsher than you intended, but it was too late now. They were out. The feeling of the last eight years finally found its way to come out of you.
Yagaâs heart sank. He just stared at you with a devastated look written all over its face. You fucked up. Big time. But you didnât have time for a single thought, because the door of your office swung open with a loud bang and in stumbled a six foot three mountain of a man. His torso, covered in black tattoos, sprawling from his wrists, around his biceps, on his shoulders and snaking down from his neck towards his chest was covered with a sheen of sweat. His face, covered in the same style of tattoos - harsh lines outlining his jaw and cheekbones, was speckled with beads of sweat rolling from his forehead and temples. The salmon pink strands were glued to his forehead, hiding his eyes. Oh his eyes. His crimson irises looked around the room as he examined both yours and Yagaâs faces. He slumped forward , trying to regain his breath when he suddenly spoke.Â
âI⊠I can get you what you need old man.â He huffed. âI can be your champion.âÂ
âHow.. how much did you hear?â Yaga asked, baffled at the state of this guy.Â
âEnough.â
âDad.. Who.. Whoâs this?â You said, eyebrows shooting up at the sudden intrusion.Â
âRyomen Sukuna, pleasure.â Sukuna rasped, quickly glancing at you and returning to look at your father.Â
âAre you alright? You want me to get you some water or?â You asked, as you stood up, worry written all over your face. Other guys never came out this sweaty after practice. This guy just stood there, staring at your father without uttering a single word.Â
âDad, what in the hell did you do out there?âÂ
âI told him to do laps. Standard.â Yaga replied, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âI get it but this seems a bit excessive, donât you-â
âUntil I fall over. So here.. Here I am. â Sukuna rasped.
âSukuna⊠Just.. just go home.â he muttered,âWeâll talk next time, and do not be a second late I mean it.âÂ
âAlright.âÂ
And with that he turned around and closed the door behind him. What was up with this guy? His presence was a new level of intimidating, yet he listened to your fatherâs insane command. You glanced at who was staring at the closed door of your office.Â
âDad what are you..?âÂ
âHeâll do it.â Yaga whispered, a smirk forming on his face.
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Despite the muggy heat of the afternoon, the night was slightly chilly. Getting out of the old building Sukuna slung his bag over his shoulders, his thighs still burning from the relentless running he was subjected to. What a day. From ripping his shirt at the beginning to choking out that white-haired arrogant asshole, to then running fifty laps around the gym. Oh, yeah he had to call Toji to tell him about the shirt, and the fact he choked somebody out. Fun.Â
âFuck me..â He whispered, sliding his hand across his face. The guy had it out for himself. âDonât talk shit if you canât get hitâ Sukuna thought to himself. But If he wanted to become the champion he would have to get on that old manâs good side.
âYou? Boxing? Come on sweetie, donât make me laughâŠâÂ
Her fucking voice. Again. Echoing through his mind like a fucking parasite. He fumbled around his pockets trying to find his cigarettes, he needed something to calm down. Desperately. He found them finally, taking one between his fingers and lighting it up. The hot puff of smoke rose quickly as he dragged the smoke into his lungs. The wave of calm finally hit him, but his night was far from over. As soon as he pulled the first puff of smoke into his lungs his phone vibrated in his pocket. Taking it out he saw the unsaved number and answered immediately.Â
âSir..â His tone was flat.Â
âHeh, there is my hand of iron, Sukuna, my boy, howâve you been?â The voice echoed over the speaker.Â
âPretty good sir, what can I help you with?â
âListen, tonight I need you to go to the Zenith tonight.â
âThe night club?â Sukuna asked, pulling another huff from his cigarette.Â
âYes, the night club, please follow my boy. There you will see a man whose picture and name Iâll send you. Heâs the representative of the âCamo Enterpriseâ who will be hosting a press conference regarding their new ski resort tomorrow. There he plans on exposing our future plans for the company, since, unfortunately, he worked for us before joining âCamo Enterpriseâ I hope you know what you need to do. â The voice said.Â
âYes sir it will be..â the line cut off. Great. Instead of sitting in his home, cracking a beer and watching a movie he would have to dress up and go beat up some random guy. What an incredible way to spend the night. He started walking up to the train station wondering if he still had that suit Toji lent him a couple of months ago, because getting in Zenith is no easy task.Â
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He pulled up in front of the club, trying to act as nonchalant as he possibly could given the reason for his visit to this place. He checked himself in the rearview mirror - the black shirt pulled taut over his chest and the burgundy jacket perfectly framing his broad shoulders. He checked his watch. 12:35 AM. Time to move. He got out of the car and strolled up to security, completely disregarding the queue behind him.Â
âHello there gentlemen! There seems to be a little misunderstanding, you see, my colleagues are in there celebrating a big achievement for our company,â He pulls out a âCamo Enterpriseâ ID with his information. Tojiâs work. âAnd as you see Im out here.â He huffed, sounding genuinely defeated. The security guard took the ID from him and took a good look at it.Â
âBeat it salmon-hair.â He barked.Â
 Now see, if it was his first time he had to do this he would be quite stumped. But it wasnât. It was his life. He looked around as he pulled a thick wad of cash out of his pocket.Â
âNow, gentlemen, I think we can let this one slide right?â He cooed, voice dripping in honey. The two men looked at each other and quickly snatched the wad right out of Sukunaâs fingers. They started counting and once they passed one thousand the door opened.Â
âRight this way sir.âÂ
Sukuna entered the club and was immediately hit with the stench of alcohol and expensive perfume that women who frequent this place wore. The lights were blearing as techno music exploded from the floor to ceiling speakers. It was a shitshow. And there he was. The man Sukna was looking for. His face flushed a deep shade of red as he hugged a women and started preparing himself a line.Â
âWhat a dickheadâ Sukuna mumbled as he sat at the bar.Â
âWhat can I get you sir?â A womanâs voice chirped near his ear.Â
âWhiskey. Neat. â he said, not taking his eyes off of the man.
Soon, his drink arrived and he took a sip. The waiting game begins. A couple of minutes passed when the man stood up, swaying and earning a drunken cackle from his group.Â
âBathroom! Then evrâthin else..â the man slurred as he walked towards the restroom. Bingo. Sukuna downed his drink in a large gulp and turned around to make sure he wasnât so suspicious. He got up and slowly went to the restroom.Â
When he entered, he looked around discretely, checking for anyone else but the man he needed. Luckily it was just him standing at the urinal humming an unknown tune. Sukuna entered the urinal next to him, pretending to take a piss.Â
âSo..â he began âbig party tonight huh boss.âÂ
âYeeah, yeeeah, my cmpany got this biig sale, yâknow!â The man slurred âWe got a whole fuckin ski resort, canyou belive?âÂ
âOh thatâs incredible sir, and which company is it?â Sukuna flashed a sweet smile.Â
âCamo Enterprise. THE fuckin buldozer of the sports world! HicâÂ
By now they were already washing their hands at the sink. This was it. The moment that made everything worthwhile. Sukuna looked at him from the mirror and pounced in a split second making the man choke on his spit.Â
âListen here you little shit..â Sukuna hissed, the grab on this manâs collar was iron.
A slap cracked across the tilled walls. A red handprint bloomed across the manâs cheek
âI know what you and your shitty firm will say tomorrow..â Sukuna saw the sheer terror in this manâs eyes. The man stumbled backwards, getting out of the restroom and being pushed against the wall of the hallway.Â
âListen to me very carefully now, I wonât repeat myself.â Sukuna began, âI will break your legs if you say all that vile bullshit about.. âÂ
âSukuna?â
His head turned on instinct, and there you were standing in the hallway. Your red dress hugged you figure as you slowly approached him, your eyes wide from the shock.Â
âFuck me..â he said looking back at the man he held.   Â
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Papa!Toji going to a Theme park with Toddler!Megumi
Contents: FLUFF, Slice of life, Modern AU, Papa!Toji being the best husband and dad, Megumi being a toddler, Fem!Readed cries (happy tears ofc).
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You love a good drive. The soft breeze tickling your face, making the strands of your hair fly about while the streetlights flicker. Be it alone or with someone a good drive is one of the most relaxing things a person can do.
Sitting in the passenger seat, you observed your husband - Toji. His bulky frame that rested on the black leather seatback of your car. The way his large, calloused hands were gripping the steering wheel with such ease. His emerald green eyes, careful on the road in front of him even though his raven black hair got into his eyes.
Despite this, the aura around him still felt cautious. It was as if he was driving the most precious treasure heâd ever found. He was just mesmerising to watch. All of his movements flowed like water and there was not a single moment of hesitation in his actions. You could see his calm breath rising and lowering his chest that was squished by the strap of the seatbelt.
âYou see something you like, ma?â
He said in a husky voice, not once taking his eyes of the road. His observation skills were sometimes borderline creepy.
âIâm just watching one incredibly handsome guy drive, nothing to worry about dear!â You chirped as your cheeks flushed red at the realisation youâve been caught staring at your husband.
You turned your head to face the window. The buildings were rapidly changing colours. As you looked out the window you nestled into the seat, the light hum of the engine and the fresh air mixed with your husbandâs cologne was making you insanely sleepy. You closed your eyes, humming with relaxation..
âARE WE THERE YET?!â
A yell made you jump from your sleepy state. Toji snickered and bit his cheek, trying not to laugh at your jump.There was another person in the car - albeit a little person. Your son,Megumi, was vibrating with excitement. His spiky black hair looked even more spiky, probably due to his energy being at an all time high. His eyes glimmered with the familiar sparkle of childish elation. He was sitting in his carseat in the back, looking out the windows.
âNo Megs, not yet little man, Iâll tell you when weâre close.â Toji said while looking in the rearview mirror.
âWell how long until we are there papa? Weâve been drivin foreeeeeeeever..â Megumi whined. You turned around in your seat so you could face Megumi.
âWe have about 20 minutes baby. Letâs play a game to pass the time. What do you wanna play?â
âI SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE!!â Megumi yelled.
âOk then, I spy with my little eye it is. You go first sweetheart.â You say, playfully tickling Megumiâs leg.
âI spyy with my little eyeee⊠somfin black.â Megumi giggled into his hands.
âSomething black you say.. Hmmm.. Is it the car in front of us?â
âNoo hihihihi, you will never guess mama, better give up now!â
Toji snickered. His trash-talking lesions were paying off. All of this was just really amusing to him, even though he almost never participated in these car games. He always had the excuse that he was driving and wouldnât be able to concentrate.
âIs it⊠that building over there?â You guessed, pointing at the large skyscraper that stood a couple of feet away from the car as you waited for the light to turn green. Tojiâs fingers were drumming on the steering wheel while looking absentmindedly out the window trying to find something black that Megumi saw.
It was his own little game - how fast he could find the thing Megumi saw before you did. He would always say your observation skill werenât the sharpest.
âNoo mama itâs not, try again, hihi!â Megumi was giggling more and more now. He also found this too amusing. None of the things in your surroundings were black. Apart from the seats and the dashboard.
âIs it the seats dear?â You asked, already a bit flustered that a five-year-old kid is beating you at an observation game.
âNoo, try again!â Toji started driving again as the light turned green. Now even he was stumped. There was nothing black in sight, appart from the carâs interior which wasnât it. All the other colours were there, the only missing one was black. He couldnât risk showing his interest in this particular game but his emerald eyes darted furiously trying to find that something black.
âI give up baby, what is it?â You sighed with defeat. Toji was also really invested now, looking at Megumi through the rearview mirror.
âWhat is it Megs? Even Im interested to know.â
âITâS PAPAâS HAIR!â Megumi screached with excitement and flew into a hysterical giggle. You looked up at your husbandâs hair, the raven locks covering his eyebrows, and both of you started laughing hysterically, partially at how innocent the answer was and partially because the answer was right under your nose - or perhaps above it.
The car came to a halt. Toji parked it and killed the engine. He turned around now to face Megumi.
âListen Megs, weâre here.â Megumi frantically turned from one window to another looking around with mouth agape.
âHey, little man, eyes on me.âToji pointed with his index and middle finger to his emerald eyes. âWhen we step outside now, no running off under ANY circumstances. You are to stay next to mama and I all the time, understood? â Toji said with a degree of sternness in his voice. By his tone alone, you and also Megumi realised he wasnât kidding.
âUnderstood, Papa, no runnin off !â He said while dangling and kicking his feet from his carseat, eager to just get outside.
âWe can go to every ride you want, appart from the big rolercosters, those are for big children.â
âBUT I AM A BIG KID!â Megumi yelled, pouting and crossing his arms across his tiny chest.
âMegumi, honey, listen to dad, okay.â You said as you unbuckled your seat belt.
As you went to open your door, it already flew open. Toji was standing in front of you holding the door with one hand while his other hand was held out to help you get out of the car. You blushed, taking his hand while his scared lip flickered up into a smile. As you got out of the car, Toji yanked you forward, making you stumble into his hard chest. One arm sneaked around your waist while the other grabbed your chin, thumb resting on your lower lip.
âHello, beautiful..â His voice was velvet against your ear. âThis ride was excruciating to say the least mama, you were eye-fucking me the whole time in there.â He whispered in your ear. You felt his hot, mint breath fan over your ear and face.
âI was not!â You said, trying to sound nonchalant.
âYeah rightâŠâ Toji snickered, while pulling you in a deep kiss. Your breath hitched as his tongue found yours.
As you kissed, both of you quickly realised that you had a tiny little gremlin in the backseat waiting to be released. Toji opened Megumiâs door and unbuckled him. As soon as Megumi heard the click of the unbuckled seatbelt, he slithered out of the carseat and got out of the car. He stood next to you offering his little hand which you took and together with Toji you headed for the incredibly brightly lit Theme Park.
Inside, you felt like you stepped inside of a different world. The bright, colourful lights bounced off of every surface imaginable, the screams of people and children riding the rolercosters echoed through the air. Conversations and giggles while waiting around in line for food or rides was deafening. There were food stands galore and their aroma was swirling through the air, which was the thing Toji was excited about the most. Megumiâs eyes looked like giant orbs, trying to take everything in. You could see the lights reflecting off his big doll-like eyes as he was frantically looking around. Toji looked at him and laughed, ruffling his hair and squating down so he could say sometining to Megumi.
âWhere do you want to go little man, you lead the way.â Toji winked. Megumi stood there, amazed. He pointed at the bumper cars almost immediately.
âI wanna go there, Yuji said itâs super fun, he told me he went with his dad!â
âAlright then, bumper cars it is.â Toji said while Megumi ran off without him.
âHey! Megumi stopâ Toji yelled as he ran towards your son, being caught off guard by his sonâs speed. You giggled and went to the bumper car arena.
âIâll sit this one out guys.â You said while taking a seat at the benches next to the arena.
âWhyyy mama I want you heree!â
âWell baby, papa is a way better driver than I am, besides, there are only two seats in the cart so we wouldnât fit.â You said to Megumi while Toji went to buy the coins.
When he returned he and Megumi went to one of the cars and sat down buckling in for protection. You pulled out your phone to record when you heard the buzzer signaling the beginning of the ride.
âBe careful!â You yelled as you saw Toji going pedal to the metal in that little car. He had a mischievous smirk plastered on his face when he turned to Megumi.
âWanna show them whoâs the boss Megs? â
âYEAHHHH PAPA LETS GOOOO!!â Megumi screamed at the top of his lungs as Toji went beserk on the little arena. You knew he liked driving fast, but this was no place for that. But regardless of that Toji went flying around the arena bumping every single car in sight. He was laughing with Megumi and every single hit threathened to spill the giant man ouut of the small car. As the ride ended they both stepped out of the car and ran up to you.
âMAMA DID YOU SEE THAT? WE WERE FLYING!!â Megumi said radiating with energy.
âI did baby, your dad really went off huh?â You said eyeing Toji with a cautious look.
âOh come on babe, it was just a bit of harmless fun donât worry your pretty little head, weâre fine.â He said, teasing you.
Since everyone was hungry you went to eat at one of the stalls. The aroma of fried carnival foods was mouthwatering, and after eating everything you wanted, the three of you walked around to âburn some of the calories offâ. While you were walking Megumi spotted a stand with various stuffed toys and he decided in that moment that he needed one immediately. Toji looked at him and knew what he had to do. The vendor handed him the water gun to try and knock over 5 targets for a prize. After much struggle, since these kind of games were always rigged, Toji won Megumi a black and white puppy with a wierd red mark on his forehead.
Megumi jumped up and down when he got his toy and as Toji looked down at you he saw you eyeing a pretty little black bear from the same booth. The glint in your eyes made his heart flutter. A smile sneaked up his lips and he felt all fuzzy and warm inside. Seeing you look at Megumiâs toy while petting his spiky hair and smiling made it worth all the money and frustration. He needed to win that bear.
âAnother round.â He said, sliding the money towards the vendor.
âOhh this one is for the missus, I see, well good luck my friend!â The vendor mocked.
Toji aimed at the targets and with scary precision he won the first round. The vendorâs mouth opened in shock.
âWell congratulations, my friend. This is a first. Which one do you want?â
âThe black bear there.â Toji said pointing up at the prize. When he gave it to you, you looked at it a while and then placed it besides his head.
âHe kinda looks like you, you know! Iâm gonna name him Ji.â
âYeah papa he does kinda look like you!!â Megumi giggled.
âYou little..â Toji said while pulling both Megumi and you in a giant bear hug.
The night was nice and cool and after being exhausted from running around the whole day, you decided that the last ride of the thay was the Ferris wheel. It was calm and you really enjoyed the view of the city. As all three of you sat down in the little pod, the ride begun and you started climbing up. You looked out the window in awe. The city skyline was beautiful. You thought of all the people down there and inside the buildings, how small they were.
As you turned to ask Toji to take a photo, you realised his face was but an inch from yours. His big emerald eyes burning into yours. The intensity of his gaze made you blush and look down. His index finger found your chin and he slowly lifted it up so you had no choice but to look at him.
âYou know,â he whispered, âThese kinda days make me realise something.â
âWhat?â You whispered, barely audible. The only thing you could hear was the thumping of your heart in your ears.
âThey make me realise that its all worth it. Every sigh, every hard day at work when Shiu is busting my balls, every late night. Itâs all worth it. You and Megs make it all worth while. I never would have thought that I would like going to theme parks and playing rigged games to win a stupid plushie. But I would play every single goddamn game at this theme park just to see you and this little man smile like that. You both are my world and I would go to the ends of this Earth for both of you, donât you ever forget that. I love you Y/N..â
He said with a smile on his lips while nudging his nose against yours. The tears welled up in you eyes instantaneously.
âToji..â was all you could say before he placed his lips against yours. As he kissed you, you felt a shuffle in between you. You looked down and saw Megumi curled up in a little ball, his breath even as he slept, totally and utterly spent from the whole day of fun.
Toji and you snickered quietly as you placed a kiss on top of Megumiâs head. Toji placed his arm around you and your head found itself on his shoulders, gazing into the night sky.
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The car ride home was quiet. The low hum of the engine lulled Megumi into sleep even more as his head drooped in his seat. You looked out the window as Tojiâs hand sneaked up and rested itself on your thigh. Yo looked at him, and he shot you that amused smirk you love, but still, his eyes went back to the road. The neighbourhood started getting familiar and before you knew you were in front of your building. Toji killed the engine and once again helped you get out of the car. He went to Megumiâs side and opened the door, slowly unbuckled him and got him in his arms.
It was really strange seeing a man as big as Toji being so gentle. He brought Megumi upstairs to your apartment and unlocked it. Heeling his shoes off he went straight for the couch with Megumi still in his arms. As you went to the kitchen to brew a cup of tea, you saw him sprawl out on the couch like he owned it.
âWhich one do you want dear?â You asked. No answer.
âDear..? Toji?â You asked again, and as you turned around to look at the couch you saw both your husband and son dead asleep on the couch. You snickered quietly, and as you approached them, you brushed Megumiâs hair out of his forehead, placing a kiss. You did the same to Toji.
âI love you guys..â You said as you squeezed yourself into Tojiâs arms drifting off to sweet sleep.
A/N: AHHHH another Papa!Toji episode!! Since you guys liked the previous one, I decided to make this into a mini series of one shots. I really hope you'll like this one as much as the last one! Thanks for reading!
Contents: FLUFF, Modern AU, Papa!Toji being a menace at times, Fem!Reader is low key fed up with Toji, Mention of eating habits, Mention of amounts of food, Toddler!Megumi being as curious as ever.
Word count: 2.4k
a/n: Here it is, finally! As per the results of this pole, this is the next fic in the series! These beautiful spring days inspired me to write and thank you for the patience! I hope you like this episode!! đ
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This morning was so quiet. One could simply say it was perfect. Spring has arrived, painting the streets in green, the cherrie trees strewn their pink and white petals across the pavement. The sun was shining through the kitchen window and reflecting off the polished white cabinet, dissipating in beautiful yellow streaks on the hardwood floor. The only noise that could be heard was the song of spring birds and the quiet hum of the coffee machine.
You stood in your kitchen, eyes still heavy with sleep, as you waited patiently for your coffee to finish brewing. You loved mornings like this. Saturday. Nothing to do. It was heaven. You could sleep in all you wanted, didnât need to rush getting ready, didnât need to listen to the idiots at your office. As Iâve already said: heaven.
As the coffee machine spurted out the last bit of your espresso, you heard heavy shuffling down the hall. You got your coffee and inhaled the delicious aroma. It felt as if it had already pulled the sleep right out of you. You took a sip and looked over the rim of your cup when you saw him. Your husband. His raven black hair was flying everywhere around his head, disheveled from tossing and turning in his sleep.
The gray sweats hung low on his hips, showing his defined v-line and abdomen. Of course he slept shirtless - he said it was because he âgets too hot during the nightâ but you know how much he likes your light touches across his chest as you lay in bed talking as you are about to fall asleep, even though he would never admit it.
âGood morning, love! Howdâya sleep? Good? What do you want for breakfast? Coffee? It just finished brewing!â You said as a wide smile flashed across your features.
âMmhhâ was the only response Toji could muster, still half asleep while standing. You took a few steps across the kitchen to get to him, coffee cup still in hand. You stood on his feet, rubbing his hair back so you can see his mesmerizing emerald eyes. His hands flew to your waist, steadying you so you can balance on his feet. His skin still smelled of your sheets and it felt so warm.
âHoney, you still havenât told me what you want for breakfast. I was thinking maybe eggs, some sausages, tomatoes maybe, hmm Iâll have to check the fridge for ingredients. Gumi would probably want pancakes though so I donât know whether to just make them or..â Your rant got cut off by a warm squeeze to your waist. You looked up and saw his emerald eyes looking down at you, still full of sleep.
âMmhh, how are you this chirpy in the morning, dove? I can barely hold my eyes open.â A low grumble came from his chest, his voice a couple of octaves deeper. He took the coffee cup out of your hand and put it on the counter so you donât spill it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so you could kiss him, but he wouldnât budge. You stood on your tippy toes and still couldnât quite reach his lips.
âLittle help here big guy, cooperate.â You grunted as he looked at you with amusement.
âBut you are so cute when you struggle like that. Indulge me.â He said, grinning. As you were about to give up, he suddenly lifted you up so you could reach his lips. He kissed you with a newfound passion. Your talk at the theme park made you connect on a different level, so your mornings were filled with so many kisses and touches it was as if you just started dating. You fell in love with him all over again and the same could be said for him. He looked at you with such adoration it was borderline insane.
âA coffee would be nice, love, thanksâ he said as he sat down on one of the chairs in the kitchen. You poured coffee into his âbest dadâ mug that Megumi got him on one of his field trips. After a few sips his eyes started to open and it looked as if he had just gained consciousness. As you talked about your plans for the day, a tiny yawn broke through the conversation.
âGood morninâ..â Megumi said, still dressed in his blue dinosaur pajamas , holding his dog plushie Toji won for him. His little feet dragged across the hardwood floor and he climbed up in your lap.
âMama, whats for brekfas, Im sooooo hungry.â Megumi mumbled while rubbing his eyes.
âWell what do you want honey?â
âPANCAKES!!â Megumi yelled throwing his arms up in the air.
Toji snickered at his reaction.
âMegs you canât eat pancakes all the time, câmon man choose something else. Besides there ainât nearly enough protein in just pancakes alone, how are you gonna build muscles like daddy?â Toji asked as he placed his chin on his fist to gauge at Megumiâs reaction.
âBut I already have muscles like daddy look!â He squealed as he flexed both of his little arms. Tiny biceps popped up as Megumi grinned. Seeing that, Toji flexes his own arms, biceps bulging from the squeeze.
âHEY NO FAIR DADDY IS OLDER!!â Megumi scrunched his eyebrows and crossed his arms.
âOkay, okay, both of you are very strong boys, but mama needs to make some breakfast so if youâll excuse me..â You said as you stood up and opened the fridge. And what welcomed you was the white light, ketchup, 1 egg and a wilted lettuce. When did it get this bad? It felt as if you just went to the store yesterday.
âTOJI WHERE ARE THE EGGS? AND ALL THE MEAT?â
âWell baby, this bodyâ he said as he pointed towards his chest and abs that were on full display, âneeds fuel. So I might have eaten it all.. Sorry..â He said as he scratched the back of his head. You sighed, rubbing your temples.
âWell I guess the first thing on our agenda for the day is the farmerâs market.â
âYAAAY SHOPPING!!â
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All three of you arrived promptly at the farmerâs market. Grocery shopping was one of your favourite activities. You found it so therapeutic, strolling around looking at all the produce, talking with the vendors it was all so fun.
The same couldnât be said for Toji. He HATED the crowds, not because he was an introvert but because of his sheer size. He would constantly bump into people, apologise to them and follow you around like a lost puppy because he could never remember where things were. It was a disaster.
But he also never complained. He understood how hard it was to feed a grown man with the appetite of a wild animal and a growing toddler. The only thing he loved about it was the fact that he could help you carry the bags. He would not allow you to lift a finger. All you had to carry were the flowers he paid for, obviously. He would stand there hands and shoulders full of bags, while you picked a new bouquet for the week. It was your little ritual.
âAlright you guys, we need to stock our fridge because SOMEONE raided it, so I need all hands on deck. Got it?â You said as you turned around to face your husband and son, shopping list in hand and a face full of determination.
âYes maâm!â Both of them said at the same time.
âAlright, let's start with the fruits and veg.â You turned around and started walking. Toji put Megumi on his shoulders and started following you, holding a couple of totes for all of the shopping you were about to do.
You stood in front of the vendor making small talk and picking up apples when Toji stepped aside and lifted his head to look at Megumi.
âLook Megs, now I will teach you one of the most important qualities as a man. We need to help mama pick some apples.â He said as he put Megumi down. âJust watch.â
Toji slid nonchalantly to your side and looked at the apples. They all looked the same to him, but he picked up one he thought you would like and handed it to you for inspection. You took the apple without looking at him and tossed and turned it in your hand. You placed it in the bag.
Score.
He gave you the next one, feeling a bit more confident. You did the same with the next one, but it didnât make the cut. One more. Just one more. He looked hard and gave you the best one he found. His heart thumped in anticipation as you inspected it. You put it in the bag. His fist flew in the air, victorious.
âAnd THAT Megs, is how you pick apples!â He said with a smug grin on his face.
âWhat?â You asked as you paid and turned around.
âNothinâ Im just talking with Megs, don't worry your pretty head, just shop.â He said putting Megumi on his shoulders again.
âThat was so cool papa, teach me.â
âThose are years of experience, son, that canât be taught.â Toji said while he closed his eyes, wanting to sound wise.
After fruit and veg the next thing on the list were the eggs. This was a very hard task indeed. Toji was insatiable when it came to eggs. He could go through a dozen in two days. They were his main sustenance apart from meat and some veg. As you came up to the little lady who sold you eggs way before you and Toji even met.
âHello Y/N how are you sweetheart?â
âIâm very well, how are you?â
âWell, same old same old, ah and who are you young gentleman?" The woman crouched down to Megumiâs height.
âMy name is Megumi, grandma, nice to meet you!â Megumi said as Toji ruffled his hair. Megumiâs cheeks coloured crimson.
âPapa donât.. embarrass me!â Megumi huffed
âOkay little man take it easy.â Toji said, laughing.
âItâs very nice to meet you Megumi. My name is Martha. The usual amount, dear?â The old lady said, smiling at Megumi.
âIâll take two dozen more than the usual amount, these two eat them like crazy.â You snickered.
âAlright then one moment please.â The lady went to the back to grab some more eggs.
âMama Iâm hungry, how much longerrrrrr..â Megumi whined.
âNot much baby, be patient.â
The old lady came back with your typical order of eggs and you paid. As you were putting the eggs in the bags the old lady called megumi over.
âCan I show you a magic trick my dear?â
âYES!â
The old lady put her hand behind her back and after she opened it in front of Megumi a candy appeared.
âFor you dear.â She said with a grin that lifted her wrinkled features.
âHOW DID YOU DO THAT GRANDMA?â Megumi asked, totally shocked. His eyes were like dark blue orbs trying to understand how did the old lady pull off that trick.
âMagic.â She said winking.
âMegs, come on we gotta go!â Toji yelled, ushering Megumi to go.
âTh-thank you grandma, byee!â
After buying the rest of your list you were getting ready to leave. You were going over the list once again and the thought came to you at the speed of light.
âToji, honey.. we forgot the chillies.. for lunch tomorrow..â You hit yourself on the forehead.
âDonât worry dove, let's go.â He said and led the way. His broad frame was covered with tote bags galore as carried the bulk of todayâs shopping. The veins in his forearms bulging from the weight but he never made a sound. Sometimes you admired the sheer strength of this man.
You arrived to the booth where a bigger gentleman with a thick mustache welcomed you.
âWhat a lovely family, hello welcome, I have the spiciest chilies in town! Would the beautiful young lady like to try?â
Toji furrowed his dark brows.
âIâll be the judge of that.â Toji said as he puffed his chest out. If you knew one thing that was the fact that your husband HATED spicy food, he could not stand it, you on the other hand enjoyed it quite a bit.
âOf course young man, here you go!â The man took a chilli pepper out of the pile and gave it to Toji.
âMama, is papa gonna eat that?â Megumi asked, puzzled.
âI think so sweetie.â You said as you looked at Toji equally perplexed as you looked at your husband. Toji took the pepper in his hand and bit off a good chunk. Your eyebrows flew up in shock. He crunched the pepper with all his might and quickly swallowed it. You could see the visible redness creeping up his neck and face but he remained creepishly calm.
âYou call this spicy old man? Did you give me a bell pepper? What is this?â Toji asked, pointing at the chilli.
âWhat?! Donât ruin my business youngster, let me see, it is impossible!â The man flew into a rage and bit off even more of the pepper. His face turned neon red and he started jumping around looking for water.
âYOU TRICKED ME YOUNG MAN! TRICKED ME WITH MY OWN CHILLIES!â The man yelped as he guzzled down water like a mad man.
âIm joking man, give us a couple they are insanely spicy.â Toji said while coughing. His eyes watered like crazy as he paid.
âEasy there big guy lets get you some water. Why did you do that? You hate spicy food.â You asked him as he guzzled down water.
âThe bastard was too cockyâ He said, taking a breath and winking at you, still guzzling up water. .
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You arrived home and jumped straight into cooking mode as your two helpers prepared the batter for the pancakes.
âI WANT CHOCOLATE CHIPS MAMA PLEEEEEASE!! Megumi yelled.
âI want blueberries little man you need to back off.â Toji said in all seriousness âBesides, my wife loves me more and she will make me blueberry pancakes, right honey?â
âHeâs a kid and I want my blueberry pancakes.â Toji deadpaned.
âOh my God.. here!â You said as you took out two bowls and divided the batter. You put chocolate chips in one and blueberries in the other.
âThere, happy?â You asked smiling at their silliness.
âYES!â They both exclaimed. They kissed both of your cheeks at the same time while you went back to baking the pancakes, filling the air with the delicious aroma of Saturday breakfast.
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a/n: Thanks for reading I really hope you enjoyed it and I can't wait to start the next episode!! đ
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Contents: MDNI, 18+, smut, suggestive content, p in v, nipple play, fingering, JEALOUS reader, fluff, Megumi being a cockblock, Toji still being the best dad, mentions of deep water..
A/n: HERE IT IS AT LAST!!! Thank you so much for the overwhelming support on the first part of beach day! As per your request I made this part spicy, but keep in mind this is my first ever smut so bear with me! I also kinda soft launched something sooo đ. I hope you'll like this and happy reading!
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âPapa, papa, wake up⊠wake up cmon!â A voice said in a whisper that was more that of a yell. You blinked a couple of times. The sound of waves was still prominent and the sunâs heat still strong even while laying under the shade of the beach umbrella. This had to be a dream you thought to yourself but then a nudge to the shoulder quickly proved you wrong.
âMama, mama are you up?? Come onn not you too..â Megumi whined
Oh, yeah, youâre still at the beach. Looking next to you, you saw Megumi pushing his fatherâs shoulder again, with all the might he could muster up to try and wake up his dad - but it was to no avail. Toji laid on his side like an unmoving mountain of muscle softly snoring into the towel. He always looked different when he slept - calmer. The little lines, etched in between his brows from everyday stress would finally relax.
He looked younger when he slept and that always brought back the thoughts of how you guys first met on that party, how tired he looked like he didnât get any sleep for a week straight. You never would have thought in a million years back then that Toji Zenâin, the most notorious troublemaker on campus would be your husband someday - a man who has no shame in flaunting his ring around for everyone to see. He really changed, and you never doubted him for a second.
âPapa wake UP!â Megumi yelled at the top of his little lungs, still trying to wake up his dad.
âMghh Megs.. let me sleep cmon man..â Toji grumbled, basically still asleep.
âNO WAKE UP! WE HAVE A BEACH DAY!â Megumi stomped his little foot on the loose sand making it fly everywhere - including Tojiâs raven hair. He slowly peeled his eyes open, feeling the sand trickle down his hair and face. Slowly rising up from his towel, Toji twisted his body in a predatory crouch while looking at Megumi with a mischievous grin. Megumi, looking wide-eyed at his dad, slowly started backing away, already very aware of the boundary he had crossed.
âPAPA NO IM SO-â In an instant Toji jumped up and caught Megumi in a bear hug despite the little boyâs futile attempts to free himself from the shackles of Tojiâs hug. He started tickling Megumiâs sides while blowing raspberries in the crook of his neck.
âLook at him being bratty! Babe should I throw him in the ocean? Yeah thats a good plan, thats what naughty boys who are waking up their dad get!â Toji said through a smile.
âPAPA, PAPA NO PLEASE STOP I-IM SORRY!!â Megumi screeched through an onslaught of giggles.
âCome on Toji let him go, heâs just a kid.â You said trying to calm down the situation while giggling yourself. You got up from your deck chair and ran up to Tojiâs side tickling him and screaming,
âGO, GUMI GO!!â
âOh? So you little shits are ganging up on me huh? Alright then!â Toji let Megumi go and in an instant turned to you with a grin you knew all too well..
âTOJI NO! DONâT YOU DARE!â But it was too late. His hands flew to your wrists pinning you and effectively rendering you unable to tickle his sides. With his other hand he grabbed your waist and lifted you up over his shoulder, the hand holding your wrists let go so he could stabilise you on his shoulder as he triumphantly marched toward the ocean.
âFUSHIGURO LET ME DOWN THIS! INSTANT!â You yelled as your fist hit his back in an attempt to scare him into submission, like your light punches would do any damage to his back.
âSorry dove, canât hear you, what did you say?â He grinned and after glancing around to see if anyone was watching, he playfully bit your plush ass cheek that was close to his face, and quickly licked the spot to soothe the pain.Your eyebrows shot up in surprise of his boldness.
âT-Toji what are you..â You said red as a tomato, your blush reaching the tip of your ears.
âRelax doll no one is watch-â
âLET MY MAMA GOOOOO!!!â Megumi screeched as he charged at Toji with a shovel and his floaties around his arms and tried climbing up his back.
âOH YOUâRE SO DONE MEGS !â Toji knelt down to pick up his kid and continued his march toward the water, despite all the giggling and protests from the two people he loved the most. When he got to a good spot he let Megumi go and dove down with you still on his shoulder.
âTOJI NO MY HAIR-â But it was too late, the cool salty water went over your head as he pulled you down. You couldnât open your eyes because the salty water but you felt two rough palms on your waist. They wandered down around the curve of your hips and grabbed fistfuls of them as they roamed. Soon you felt two fingers hook themselves in the emerald strings of your bikini sitting on your hips. Despite the cool water surrounding you, heat pooled in your belly. Why was Toji so touchy all of a sudden? What a stupid question you thought to yourself. The answer was very simple - simply because he was Toji. Your husband was never and I mean NEVER afraid of PDA - be it a public ass grab, tongues swirling while waiting for the red light with an open window in the middle of a traffic jam, a cheeky thigh grab at an office party, he loved it all.
But after Megumi was born it was safe to say he dialed it down a couple of notches with the PDA. But these very vivid memories were quickly interrupted by a sharp pain in your lungs due to the subsequent lack of oxygen. You quickly paddled your legs to get up to the surface but yet again your husband was quicker. The hands situated on your hips pushed you up towards the surface. You gasped as you rose up from the water and soon after you saw raven locks break the water. He was grinning ear to ear as he came close to you and pushed you to his chest with his hand on your lower back. You instinctively hooked your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he looked at you.
âHey dove.. Wow okay I see how it is, since when are you this touchy in public?â He purred, fingers trailing your spine.
âSince my husband canât keep his hands off me from the moment we came here.â You flash a sly smile.
âTouche..â
âMAMA ARE YOU OKAY?!â Megumi yells from a couple of meters away, desperately trying to catch up to you guys. Both of you take a few steps closer so he can take a break.
âDonât worry Megs, I was just messing with mama, weâre fine.â Toji said as he took Megumi up in his arms so that the boy could relax in the cool water.
âPapa you donât mess with her like that, thats my mama okay?â Megumi crossed his arms, a tiny scowl forming on his face.
âNice try little guy, she is your mom but before that she is my WIFE get in line son.â Toji laughed.
Despite their little argument you just could not peel your attention off of the tall cliff that stood a couple hundred meters away. People were crowding around to watch a group of men jump in the bright water below. The men up top looked like ants while they were preparing for their daredevil stunts. Megumi and Toji looked at you for conformation to their little argument but after seeing you mesmerized by the men jumping they immediately changed the topic.
âPfft thats easy.â Toji snickered.
âPapa can you jump up from there?â Megumi asked looking at Toji like he was Superman himself.
âOf course I can Megs, what kinda question is that, you know back in the day when I was young, me and Satoru were jumping off those cliffs when you mom saw us. She started screaming that we were crazy and that weâll get ourselves killed even though we were jumping just like those guys over there.
âThats because you were pushing each other off the edge!â You frown. âI was worried sick seeing you like that Toji!â
âCouldnât tell at the time doveâ, he winked.
âCan I go jump from there? Pleeeeease im a big boy now I can do it!â Megumi begged, clasping his hands.
âSweetie I donât think thats-â
âNo Megs, you canât. That is way too high buddy, sorry.â Toji said firmly.
âBut papa PLEASEE!â Megumi whined.
âNo buddy, that's final. But maybe we can find a smaller one from which you could jump, whaddaya say?â
âYESS, LET'S GO!â
âIâll go tanning but please be careful guys, please!â You begged.
âDonât worry love weâll be safe, go enjoy yourself.â Toji winked as he took Megumi on his shoulders to try and find a cliff for Megumi.
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âP-papa I donât th-think I c-can do i-it..â Megumi whispered frozen in fear. He stood on a high cliff - more like a rock that stood a little bit above water. Toji stood next to the rock holding Megumiâs hand which, in return, was death gripping his. Water came up to his waist so it wasnât deep at all but to Megumi the water seemed like an endless abyss waiting to swallow him whole. The blackness of it made him sway and lose his balance on the rock.
âYeah you can Megs! Its not that deep trust me. Let go of my hand and jump in. I know you can.â
âBut papa what if I drown?â He pleaded.
âI will not let you drown. Under any circumstances, do you understand?â And also if youâve changed your mind and you donât want to jump any more thats totally fine too. We can go back to mama at any point.â Toji said with eyes full of understanding.
âNo, no I want to try, I really do.. I just.. I think im gonna drown..â Megumi sighed, defeated.
â Megs I promise you, I will. Not. Let. You. Drown. When you jump in Iâll pull you right out. But you gotta let go of my hand first so you donât hurt yourself. Come on buddy you can do it. On the count of three okay?â Toji asked.
Megumi gulped. He wasnât sure he wanted to do this anymore, but he wanted to see what it felt like to jump and be met with the cold water. It was exhilarating. He looked at Tojiâs sure look and decided right then and there to trust his dad with his life.
âO-okay papa, on three.. BUT COUNT SLOWLY!â He yelled.
Toji bit back a laugh.
âI will, I will okay three..â
Megumi bent his knees and held his breath.
âTwo..â
He let go of Megumiâs hand slowly and took a step back so he could catch him immediately when he hits the water.
âOne..â
Megumi plugged his tiny nose and closed his eyes to shield them from the salty abyss that awaited below.
âJUMP!â Toji barked and Megumi belly flopped into the water. Toji immediately found his wrist and pulled him out of the waves.
âGOOD JOB MEGS, YOUâRE SO BRAVE! See! I told you I would not let you drown.â Toji smiled as Megumi looked around stunned at how fast he came out of the water.
âPapa..â
âYeah Megs?â Tojiâs eyebrow shot up.
âThat was⊠SO FUN LETS DO IT AGAIN!!â He squeeled.
âOkay okay lets stay a little more and we gotta go back home soon.â Toji said as he shook his head.
âOKAY!â Megumi yelled already climbing the rock for his next jump..
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The sun already started to touch the sea as you laid on your deck chair deep in some fantasy novel when you heard the squeals of your son.
âMAMA, MAMA I DID IT, I JUMPED! I JUMPED FROM A CLIFF!!â
Megumi beamed at you with his newfound confidence.
âGood job baby, I knew you could do it!â You smiled as you wrapped a towel around him and handed him a sandwich from the cooler.
âCmon, eat that and letâs pack up and go home we gotta make dinner! Whereâs your dad?â
âOh some ladies asked him for something so he stayed to help them.â Megumi said while munching on his sandwich from the cooler.
âLadies?â You asked, baffled.
âYeah two pretty ladies came up to us as we talked about my awesome jump and said that papa looked strong and if he could help them with their beach umbrella! And so papa told me to come to you and he will be right back! Heâs right there!â Megumi smiled, and pointed to a group of 4 women standing around openly gawking and ogling your husband while he disassembled their beach umbrella. His brows were knitted in frustration, the veins in his biceps and forearms popping as he struggled to disassemble the final pole of the umbrella. A bead of sweat slid down his temple and down to the dip of his collarbone due to the sheer strength he exerted. The women standing there practically drooled at the sight of him. The pit that formed in your stomach grew larger by the second. Why in hell did he go to help them when he was well aware of the fact you needed help as well..
âItâs really on there holy fuck!â Toji said through gritted teeth as he pulled with all his might to try and separate the umbrella.
âYeahh, but itâs not a problem for a big strong guy like you right?â The blond one purred.
Toji finally split the two pieces to the utter amusement of all the women there. The blond one came closer to him and slid her hand around his bulging bicep.
âThanks, handsome I owe you! Maybe we could get something to drink tonight, whacha think?â
âUhh no thank you maâam Iâm glad I could be of help but no thank you.â Toji sternly said as he straightened to his full height and turned around to get to you and Megumi. But it was already too late. Jealousy already lit a fire inside you that would not be put out so easily. And that fire is what prompted you to take your beach umbrella apart all by yourself. You knew Toji could never allow you to do that, he dreaded the fact you could cut yourself. And that is exactly what you did. The metal slipped out of your grip and grazed your hand.
âFuck!â You hissed as you looked at your hand.
But you pushed on and packed everything by the time Toji came back from his little adventure.
âHey dove, let me get the⊠what the hell? Where is the umbrella?â Toji stood, stunned.
âI packed it.. Everything is packed, let's get to the car, come on Gumi, let's go.â you said, quickly turning away so Toji wouldnât see the shallow cut on your hand.
âDove, is everything okay?â Toji cocked his eyebrow, weary of the sudden demeanor change.
âYes. Letâs get to the car mâtired.â You mumbled and began walking away with all of your stuff in tow.
âBabe come on at least let me carry the bags, I know thatâs heavy!â Toji smiled as he caught up with you and tried to take the bags from your hands.
âIâm fine Toji. Just unlock the car.â You said sternly.
âO..okay..â he mumbled, confused to say the least.
As you loaded the car you went to the back door to strap in Megumi who was already falling asleep.
âDid you have fun Gumi?â You asked as you snapped the carseat in place.
âMhm.. so mush fun mama..â he slurred, practically asleep.
You smiled and kissed his tiny nose as he softly puffed the air in and out, knocked out cold. Sitting in the driverâs seat, Toji drummed his fingers on the steering wheel looking at you from the rearview mirror. He knew he fucked up by going to help those girls but he couldnât say no, he was a gentleman first and foremost. You got to your seat and buckled yourself in looking out of your window.
âDove I..â he started.
âJust drive Toji.â You said as you kept looking out of your window, trying to erase the image of that womanâs hand around your husbandâs bicep.
âAlright..â he sighed and turned the key.
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The door of Megumiâs room clicked shut as you closed it after putting him to sleep. The apartment was dark with only the white strip light underneath the cabinets casting light on the floor. You slowly shuffled around the living room and went into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of iced tea to cool yourself down. You took the glass from the cabinet and took it to the freezer. The ice clinked in the glass as you poured the tea from the fridge. That fucking image just wonât leave your head. Why didnât he come to you first? You are his wife for crying out loud, you should be his priority, not some fucking skank on the beach. Your thoughts ran wild as you took the glass to your lips. You took a big gulp of the tea, the sweetness quickly spreading around your mouth.
âWhachaâ got there?â You heard a deep voice coming from the living room door. It was Toji who stood there, arms lifted to grab the top part of the door, his abs and chest stretching. The gray sweats he wore around the house hung low on his hips, his v-line on full display along with the dark happy trail that led below the waistline. His emerald eyes twinkled from the white light and his raven lock fell wildly around his head after his shower. You took a good look at him. The fucker was still hot as hell.
âIced tea.â You said turning around so you couldnât stare at him.
As you took another refreshing gulp you heard footsteps coming over to you. His huge hands snaked around your waist as he pulled your back to his chest. He lowered his head so he could kiss the soft flesh of your neck.
âDove, listen, Iâm sorry. I shouldâve come to you first. Iâm sorry I went to them instead of you. I didnât want to come across as an asshole. I'm sorry.â He pleaded as he whispered into the crook of your neck as he kissed and nipped at the delicate skin. His hands slid lower to your hips and squeezed tightly.
âYeah, you are an asshole, Fushiguro.â You breathed, your defences crumbling slowly but steadily. âI had to do that all by myself, douchebag. I even cut myself on that stupid umbrella.â You said as you lifted your hands behind your head to find his raven hair, your shirt riding up in the process, exposing a sliver of skin on your stomach around the waistband of your shorts. His hand snaked around to lightly graze it.
âHmm.. did it hurt, doll, want me to kiss it better?â He said, already smiling.
You turned around to face him now. He wasted no time and put both of his hands on the counter, effectively caging you in. His knee and thigh slowly went in between your legs, gently pressing your mound.
âActually yeah I want you to.â You breathed as you lifted your scratched hand to his face.
âYeah?â He said as he took your hand in his to take a good look at the scratch. His lips lightly kissed it while not breaking eye contact for even a second. Chills ran down your back as he places wet kisses along your hand then arm then shoulder, neck and jaw finally settling on your lips, eager to feel your anger. His tongue quickly asked for permission to enter your mouth and you obliged even quicker. The kiss was deep, wet and passionate. He grabbed your waist and lifted you up on the counter with ease. Your hands went straight to his hair, scratching his scalp as he grunted into the kiss. Your legs locked themselves around his slim waist. The bulge in his pants grew by the second as you ground your hips against him. All the little touches and kisses from the whole day greatly fueled by the raging jealousy, lit a fire in your lower belly that could not be put out now.
âF-fuck doll, mâsorry for today.â Toji breathed as he lifted you up to carry you to your bedroom. You started kissing his neck, making him grunt. His hands found themselves on your ass as he walked around to your room. You entered your room, the only light in the room was the bedside lamp he turned on after his shower. He still held you, tongues swirling around, as he closed the door with his foot.
Now that you were in the privacy of your room, your clothes flew off at the speed of light. Your tanktop was the first to go. Toji took it off and flung it across the room. The cool air of the room hit your bare tits as he grunted.
âLook at you ma, so pretty..â he said as he took one of them in his mouth, sucking and kissing, making you moan. He took the other breast in his hand gently squeezing it, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger.
âAhh T-toji, Megumi might..â
âNo he wonât, he is dead asleep. Trust me love he wonât hear.â He said next to your plush breast. He gently laid you on the bed, hooking his fingers to his sweats and taking them off, the bulge in his boxers now fully visible. No matter how many times you fucked it always amazed you how big he actually was.
âCan I?â He whispered in your ear as he hooked his fingers to the waistband of your shorts.
âY-yeah.â You said as you bit his neck and sucked, marking him. Lifting your hips to help him take your shorts off, you moaned at the sudden coolness around your clothed pussy. Despite everything, you were soaked. And he knew that. His fingers gently went over the wet cloth of your panties.
âYouâre so fucking wet for me dove, I didnât even touch you yet.â He smirked as he moved your soaked panties to the side, gently tracing your folds.
âNghh, please âJi, please I just need you.â You moaned.
âYour wish is my command maââ he smiled as he put those two thick digits in your sopping pussy. The stretch was delicious. His fingers slowly started moving and the wet squelches instantly filled the room.
âSo messy already dove, I thought you were mad at me?â He challenged.
âYeah I.. fuck.. I am Toji. You went to that skank instead of ohh god.. instead of m-me! Hows that s-supposed to make m-me feel?â You mewled.
âSorry doll but I canât understand you, youâre stuttering, whachaâ said?â He smirked as he picked up the pace with his fingers. Your slick walls sucked him in greedily as he scissored them in and out of you. The squelching became louder and louder. His fingers found that spot inside you and started hitting it over and over again, his thumb quickly finding your clit and starting to rub tight little circles around it.
âYou gonna cum for me dove? Come on, let go, let me see you make a mess.â He said against your lips.
âY-yeahh fuuck Tojii!â You whined as your thighs began to shake. Toji could feel you clenching around his fingers as he pumped them in and out. He lightly pressed your clit with his thumb and that's all it took. You broke, the tight knot which was growing steadily finally snapping. Slick gushed around his fingers as your thighs shook violently from your orgasm.
âFuck dove look at you, so pretty.. so perfect, my perfect little dove.â He said kissing your forehead.
You were still coming down from your high when he took off his boxers and lifted you up to make you sit in his lap.
âYou wanna hop on top maâ?â He smirked.
âYeah come here.â You said fire in you now burning all throughout you, even to the tips of your fingers. You took a look at his cock sitting upright awaiting your warmth. The tip leaking pre as you pumped it a few times. The veins running along his shaft were pulsing with anticipation. Toji shut his eyes and grunted from the feeling of your hand sending sparks of electricity down his length. You slowly climbed up his lap and sat yourself torturously slow on his cock. Inch by filthy inch The feeling was electric. No matter how many times you sat on his cock it felt he was splitting you open. Slowly but surely, he bottomed out inside your soaked pussy.
âF-fuck doll, you feel so good ohh god..â Toji grunted as his hands grabbed your ass cheeks to help you move. You started to rock your hips as your hands flew to his meaty shoulders. His emerald eyes looked up at you with such adoration that it made your pussy clench and gush around his length. You felt he tried to move you up and down but you wouldnât budge, your hips swayed in all directions.
âFuck yeah maâ, use me, use me how ever you want Iâm all yours. Use my cock to make yourself feel good, just like that ffuck.â He grunted as you spelled your name with your hips.
âYouâre only mine âJi fuck this cock is mine to use only, fuckk nghh and that disgusting skank can fuck off from my husband ahh!â You moaned in his ear.
âYeah, that's right doll, this cock is yours and yours only, use it as you please!â He said as he gripped your ass even tighter. Your thighs burned from all the rocking and he noticed. Of course he noticed.
âYou tired ma? You want me to help you?â
âN-no I donât need help..â You huffed.
âMmhm, yeah right.â He smirked as he laid on his back and started driving his length in and out of you with all his might.
âOohhh f-fuck babyy-â you mewled as tears welled up in your eyes. He quickly flipped you over on your back, placing your legs over his shoulders. He started slowly hitting your g-spot making your eyes cross in the process.
âThatâs right dove, relax, let me take care of you. Iâm only yours, fuck you feel so good baby, youre so wet for me ffuck look at this mess doll..â He grunted as he pulled out a bit to see the rings of glossy slick forming a frothy ring around the base of his cock.
âNngh Toji fuckk, fuck me please..â
â Well since you asked so nicely..â he smirked as he picked up the pace. His happy trail scratched your clit perfectly as he drove his length into you. The wet plap plap plap echoed across the room.
ââJi mâgonna.. fuckk..â
âDo it doll, cum on my cock, make a mess. Mark me as yours.. fuckkâ he grunted.
âI-im hic cumming âJi-â you whispered against his lips as he kissed you passionately.
âFuuuck love, youâre squeezing me so hard, yeahh just like that milk me fuck!â He said as he gripped the pillow under your head trying his hardest not to spill in you that instant. You saw he was struggling so you did the only logical thing - drove your hips into him to match his pace.
âFUCK, doll I.. mâgonna..â he gritted out.
âFill me up love..â you whispered in his ear and that did it. You felt his cock violently twitch inside of you as he painted your gooey walls white. It seemed it had no end. He grunted with relief as he came in you.
âFuck love.. that was wow..â he sighed as he collapsed on top of you taking you in a bear hug. âIm really sorry for today. I love you and I will never do that shit again, fuck that.â He said kissing your forehead.
âNext time Iâm coming over so they can meet the wife.â You giggled.
âOh I did tell them I had a wife but they wouldnât budge.â
âOh you did?â Your eyebrows shot up.
âYeah I told them I have a wife who makes the best omelet and coffee! Oh and that she has a fat ass!â He grinned.
âFUSHIGURO!â You gasped hitting his sweaty shoulder.
âNahhh Iâm playinâ.. or am I?â He said with a sly smile.
âToji I swear to God..â
âNahh Iâm playing love. I did tell them I have a wife but I just kept it at the breakfast foods. But no, seriously now. I love you baby, always have and always will. And Iâm sorry for today. I really am.â He said as he turned around and pulled you into his chest.
âI love you too Toji.â You yawned, letting the dayâs exhaustion finally lull you to peaceful sleep in your husbandâs arms.
Contents: MDNI, 18+, smut, suggestive content, p in v, nipple play, fingering, JEALOUS reader, fluff, Megumi being a cockblock, Toji still being the best dad, mentions of deep water..
A/n: HERE IT IS AT LAST!!! Thank you so much for the overwhelming support on the first part of beach day! As per your request I made this part spicy, but keep in mind this is my first ever smut so bear with me! I also kinda soft launched something sooo đ. I hope you'll like this and happy reading!
Masterlist | Previous part of Papa!Toji
âPapa, papa, wake up⊠wake up cmon!â A voice said in a whisper that was more that of a yell. You blinked a couple of times. The sound of waves was still prominent and the sunâs heat still strong even while laying under the shade of the beach umbrella. This had to be a dream you thought to yourself but then a nudge to the shoulder quickly proved you wrong.
âMama, mama are you up?? Come onn not you too..â Megumi whined
Oh, yeah, youâre still at the beach. Looking next to you, you saw Megumi pushing his fatherâs shoulder again, with all the might he could muster up to try and wake up his dad - but it was to no avail. Toji laid on his side like an unmoving mountain of muscle softly snoring into the towel. He always looked different when he slept - calmer. The little lines, etched in between his brows from everyday stress would finally relax.
He looked younger when he slept and that always brought back the thoughts of how you guys first met on that party, how tired he looked like he didnât get any sleep for a week straight. You never would have thought in a million years back then that Toji Zenâin, the most notorious troublemaker on campus would be your husband someday - a man who has no shame in flaunting his ring around for everyone to see. He really changed, and you never doubted him for a second.
âPapa wake UP!â Megumi yelled at the top of his little lungs, still trying to wake up his dad.
âMghh Megs.. let me sleep cmon man..â Toji grumbled, basically still asleep.
âNO WAKE UP! WE HAVE A BEACH DAY!â Megumi stomped his little foot on the loose sand making it fly everywhere - including Tojiâs raven hair. He slowly peeled his eyes open, feeling the sand trickle down his hair and face. Slowly rising up from his towel, Toji twisted his body in a predatory crouch while looking at Megumi with a mischievous grin. Megumi, looking wide-eyed at his dad, slowly started backing away, already very aware of the boundary he had crossed.
âPAPA NO IM SO-â In an instant Toji jumped up and caught Megumi in a bear hug despite the little boyâs futile attempts to free himself from the shackles of Tojiâs hug. He started tickling Megumiâs sides while blowing raspberries in the crook of his neck.
âLook at him being bratty! Babe should I throw him in the ocean? Yeah thats a good plan, thats what naughty boys who are waking up their dad get!â Toji said through a smile.
âPAPA, PAPA NO PLEASE STOP I-IM SORRY!!â Megumi screeched through an onslaught of giggles.
âCome on Toji let him go, heâs just a kid.â You said trying to calm down the situation while giggling yourself. You got up from your deck chair and ran up to Tojiâs side tickling him and screaming,
âGO, GUMI GO!!â
âOh? So you little shits are ganging up on me huh? Alright then!â Toji let Megumi go and in an instant turned to you with a grin you knew all too well..
âTOJI NO! DONâT YOU DARE!â But it was too late. His hands flew to your wrists pinning you and effectively rendering you unable to tickle his sides. With his other hand he grabbed your waist and lifted you up over his shoulder, the hand holding your wrists let go so he could stabilise you on his shoulder as he triumphantly marched toward the ocean.
âFUSHIGURO LET ME DOWN THIS! INSTANT!â You yelled as your fist hit his back in an attempt to scare him into submission, like your light punches would do any damage to his back.
âSorry dove, canât hear you, what did you say?â He grinned and after glancing around to see if anyone was watching, he playfully bit your plush ass cheek that was close to his face, and quickly licked the spot to soothe the pain.Your eyebrows shot up in surprise of his boldness.
âT-Toji what are you..â You said red as a tomato, your blush reaching the tip of your ears.
âRelax doll no one is watch-â
âLET MY MAMA GOOOOO!!!â Megumi screeched as he charged at Toji with a shovel and his floaties around his arms and tried climbing up his back.
âOH YOUâRE SO DONE MEGS !â Toji knelt down to pick up his kid and continued his march toward the water, despite all the giggling and protests from the two people he loved the most. When he got to a good spot he let Megumi go and dove down with you still on his shoulder.
âTOJI NO MY HAIR-â But it was too late, the cool salty water went over your head as he pulled you down. You couldnât open your eyes because the salty water but you felt two rough palms on your waist. They wandered down around the curve of your hips and grabbed fistfuls of them as they roamed. Soon you felt two fingers hook themselves in the emerald strings of your bikini sitting on your hips. Despite the cool water surrounding you, heat pooled in your belly. Why was Toji so touchy all of a sudden? What a stupid question you thought to yourself. The answer was very simple - simply because he was Toji. Your husband was never and I mean NEVER afraid of PDA - be it a public ass grab, tongues swirling while waiting for the red light with an open window in the middle of a traffic jam, a cheeky thigh grab at an office party, he loved it all.
But after Megumi was born it was safe to say he dialed it down a couple of notches with the PDA. But these very vivid memories were quickly interrupted by a sharp pain in your lungs due to the subsequent lack of oxygen. You quickly paddled your legs to get up to the surface but yet again your husband was quicker. The hands situated on your hips pushed you up towards the surface. You gasped as you rose up from the water and soon after you saw raven locks break the water. He was grinning ear to ear as he came close to you and pushed you to his chest with his hand on your lower back. You instinctively hooked your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he looked at you.
âHey dove.. Wow okay I see how it is, since when are you this touchy in public?â He purred, fingers trailing your spine.
âSince my husband canât keep his hands off me from the moment we came here.â You flash a sly smile.
âTouche..â
âMAMA ARE YOU OKAY?!â Megumi yells from a couple of meters away, desperately trying to catch up to you guys. Both of you take a few steps closer so he can take a break.
âDonât worry Megs, I was just messing with mama, weâre fine.â Toji said as he took Megumi up in his arms so that the boy could relax in the cool water.
âPapa you donât mess with her like that, thats my mama okay?â Megumi crossed his arms, a tiny scowl forming on his face.
âNice try little guy, she is your mom but before that she is my WIFE get in line son.â Toji laughed.
Despite their little argument you just could not peel your attention off of the tall cliff that stood a couple hundred meters away. People were crowding around to watch a group of men jump in the bright water below. The men up top looked like ants while they were preparing for their daredevil stunts. Megumi and Toji looked at you for conformation to their little argument but after seeing you mesmerized by the men jumping they immediately changed the topic.
âPfft thats easy.â Toji snickered.
âPapa can you jump up from there?â Megumi asked looking at Toji like he was Superman himself.
âOf course I can Megs, what kinda question is that, you know back in the day when I was young, me and Satoru were jumping off those cliffs when you mom saw us. She started screaming that we were crazy and that weâll get ourselves killed even though we were jumping just like those guys over there.
âThats because you were pushing each other off the edge!â You frown. âI was worried sick seeing you like that Toji!â
âCouldnât tell at the time doveâ, he winked.
âCan I go jump from there? Pleeeeease im a big boy now I can do it!â Megumi begged, clasping his hands.
âSweetie I donât think thats-â
âNo Megs, you canât. That is way too high buddy, sorry.â Toji said firmly.
âBut papa PLEASEE!â Megumi whined.
âNo buddy, that's final. But maybe we can find a smaller one from which you could jump, whaddaya say?â
âYESS, LET'S GO!â
âIâll go tanning but please be careful guys, please!â You begged.
âDonât worry love weâll be safe, go enjoy yourself.â Toji winked as he took Megumi on his shoulders to try and find a cliff for Megumi.
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âP-papa I donât th-think I c-can do i-it..â Megumi whispered frozen in fear. He stood on a high cliff - more like a rock that stood a little bit above water. Toji stood next to the rock holding Megumiâs hand which, in return, was death gripping his. Water came up to his waist so it wasnât deep at all but to Megumi the water seemed like an endless abyss waiting to swallow him whole. The blackness of it made him sway and lose his balance on the rock.
âYeah you can Megs! Its not that deep trust me. Let go of my hand and jump in. I know you can.â
âBut papa what if I drown?â He pleaded.
âI will not let you drown. Under any circumstances, do you understand?â And also if youâve changed your mind and you donât want to jump any more thats totally fine too. We can go back to mama at any point.â Toji said with eyes full of understanding.
âNo, no I want to try, I really do.. I just.. I think im gonna drown..â Megumi sighed, defeated.
â Megs I promise you, I will. Not. Let. You. Drown. When you jump in Iâll pull you right out. But you gotta let go of my hand first so you donât hurt yourself. Come on buddy you can do it. On the count of three okay?â Toji asked.
Megumi gulped. He wasnât sure he wanted to do this anymore, but he wanted to see what it felt like to jump and be met with the cold water. It was exhilarating. He looked at Tojiâs sure look and decided right then and there to trust his dad with his life.
âO-okay papa, on three.. BUT COUNT SLOWLY!â He yelled.
Toji bit back a laugh.
âI will, I will okay three..â
Megumi bent his knees and held his breath.
âTwo..â
He let go of Megumiâs hand slowly and took a step back so he could catch him immediately when he hits the water.
âOne..â
Megumi plugged his tiny nose and closed his eyes to shield them from the salty abyss that awaited below.
âJUMP!â Toji barked and Megumi belly flopped into the water. Toji immediately found his wrist and pulled him out of the waves.
âGOOD JOB MEGS, YOUâRE SO BRAVE! See! I told you I would not let you drown.â Toji smiled as Megumi looked around stunned at how fast he came out of the water.
âPapa..â
âYeah Megs?â Tojiâs eyebrow shot up.
âThat was⊠SO FUN LETS DO IT AGAIN!!â He squeeled.
âOkay okay lets stay a little more and we gotta go back home soon.â Toji said as he shook his head.
âOKAY!â Megumi yelled already climbing the rock for his next jump..
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The sun already started to touch the sea as you laid on your deck chair deep in some fantasy novel when you heard the squeals of your son.
âMAMA, MAMA I DID IT, I JUMPED! I JUMPED FROM A CLIFF!!â
Megumi beamed at you with his newfound confidence.
âGood job baby, I knew you could do it!â You smiled as you wrapped a towel around him and handed him a sandwich from the cooler.
âCmon, eat that and letâs pack up and go home we gotta make dinner! Whereâs your dad?â
âOh some ladies asked him for something so he stayed to help them.â Megumi said while munching on his sandwich from the cooler.
âLadies?â You asked, baffled.
âYeah two pretty ladies came up to us as we talked about my awesome jump and said that papa looked strong and if he could help them with their beach umbrella! And so papa told me to come to you and he will be right back! Heâs right there!â Megumi smiled, and pointed to a group of 4 women standing around openly gawking and ogling your husband while he disassembled their beach umbrella. His brows were knitted in frustration, the veins in his biceps and forearms popping as he struggled to disassemble the final pole of the umbrella. A bead of sweat slid down his temple and down to the dip of his collarbone due to the sheer strength he exerted. The women standing there practically drooled at the sight of him. The pit that formed in your stomach grew larger by the second. Why in hell did he go to help them when he was well aware of the fact you needed help as well..
âItâs really on there holy fuck!â Toji said through gritted teeth as he pulled with all his might to try and separate the umbrella.
âYeahh, but itâs not a problem for a big strong guy like you right?â The blond one purred.
Toji finally split the two pieces to the utter amusement of all the women there. The blond one came closer to him and slid her hand around his bulging bicep.
âThanks, handsome I owe you! Maybe we could get something to drink tonight, whacha think?â
âUhh no thank you maâam Iâm glad I could be of help but no thank you.â Toji sternly said as he straightened to his full height and turned around to get to you and Megumi. But it was already too late. Jealousy already lit a fire inside you that would not be put out so easily. And that fire is what prompted you to take your beach umbrella apart all by yourself. You knew Toji could never allow you to do that, he dreaded the fact you could cut yourself. And that is exactly what you did. The metal slipped out of your grip and grazed your hand.
âFuck!â You hissed as you looked at your hand.
But you pushed on and packed everything by the time Toji came back from his little adventure.
âHey dove, let me get the⊠what the hell? Where is the umbrella?â Toji stood, stunned.
âI packed it.. Everything is packed, let's get to the car, come on Gumi, let's go.â you said, quickly turning away so Toji wouldnât see the shallow cut on your hand.
âDove, is everything okay?â Toji cocked his eyebrow, weary of the sudden demeanor change.
âYes. Letâs get to the car mâtired.â You mumbled and began walking away with all of your stuff in tow.
âBabe come on at least let me carry the bags, I know thatâs heavy!â Toji smiled as he caught up with you and tried to take the bags from your hands.
âIâm fine Toji. Just unlock the car.â You said sternly.
âO..okay..â he mumbled, confused to say the least.
As you loaded the car you went to the back door to strap in Megumi who was already falling asleep.
âDid you have fun Gumi?â You asked as you snapped the carseat in place.
âMhm.. so mush fun mama..â he slurred, practically asleep.
You smiled and kissed his tiny nose as he softly puffed the air in and out, knocked out cold. Sitting in the driverâs seat, Toji drummed his fingers on the steering wheel looking at you from the rearview mirror. He knew he fucked up by going to help those girls but he couldnât say no, he was a gentleman first and foremost. You got to your seat and buckled yourself in looking out of your window.
âDove I..â he started.
âJust drive Toji.â You said as you kept looking out of your window, trying to erase the image of that womanâs hand around your husbandâs bicep.
âAlright..â he sighed and turned the key.
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The door of Megumiâs room clicked shut as you closed it after putting him to sleep. The apartment was dark with only the white strip light underneath the cabinets casting light on the floor. You slowly shuffled around the living room and went into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of iced tea to cool yourself down. You took the glass from the cabinet and took it to the freezer. The ice clinked in the glass as you poured the tea from the fridge. That fucking image just wonât leave your head. Why didnât he come to you first? You are his wife for crying out loud, you should be his priority, not some fucking skank on the beach. Your thoughts ran wild as you took the glass to your lips. You took a big gulp of the tea, the sweetness quickly spreading around your mouth.
âWhachaâ got there?â You heard a deep voice coming from the living room door. It was Toji who stood there, arms lifted to grab the top part of the door, his abs and chest stretching. The gray sweats he wore around the house hung low on his hips, his v-line on full display along with the dark happy trail that led below the waistline. His emerald eyes twinkled from the white light and his raven lock fell wildly around his head after his shower. You took a good look at him. The fucker was still hot as hell.
âIced tea.â You said turning around so you couldnât stare at him.
As you took another refreshing gulp you heard footsteps coming over to you. His huge hands snaked around your waist as he pulled your back to his chest. He lowered his head so he could kiss the soft flesh of your neck.
âDove, listen, Iâm sorry. I shouldâve come to you first. Iâm sorry I went to them instead of you. I didnât want to come across as an asshole. I'm sorry.â He pleaded as he whispered into the crook of your neck as he kissed and nipped at the delicate skin. His hands slid lower to your hips and squeezed tightly.
âYeah, you are an asshole, Fushiguro.â You breathed, your defences crumbling slowly but steadily. âI had to do that all by myself, douchebag. I even cut myself on that stupid umbrella.â You said as you lifted your hands behind your head to find his raven hair, your shirt riding up in the process, exposing a sliver of skin on your stomach around the waistband of your shorts. His hand snaked around to lightly graze it.
âHmm.. did it hurt, doll, want me to kiss it better?â He said, already smiling.
You turned around to face him now. He wasted no time and put both of his hands on the counter, effectively caging you in. His knee and thigh slowly went in between your legs, gently pressing your mound.
âActually yeah I want you to.â You breathed as you lifted your scratched hand to his face.
âYeah?â He said as he took your hand in his to take a good look at the scratch. His lips lightly kissed it while not breaking eye contact for even a second. Chills ran down your back as he places wet kisses along your hand then arm then shoulder, neck and jaw finally settling on your lips, eager to feel your anger. His tongue quickly asked for permission to enter your mouth and you obliged even quicker. The kiss was deep, wet and passionate. He grabbed your waist and lifted you up on the counter with ease. Your hands went straight to his hair, scratching his scalp as he grunted into the kiss. Your legs locked themselves around his slim waist. The bulge in his pants grew by the second as you ground your hips against him. All the little touches and kisses from the whole day greatly fueled by the raging jealousy, lit a fire in your lower belly that could not be put out now.
âF-fuck doll, mâsorry for today.â Toji breathed as he lifted you up to carry you to your bedroom. You started kissing his neck, making him grunt. His hands found themselves on your ass as he walked around to your room. You entered your room, the only light in the room was the bedside lamp he turned on after his shower. He still held you, tongues swirling around, as he closed the door with his foot.
Now that you were in the privacy of your room, your clothes flew off at the speed of light. Your tanktop was the first to go. Toji took it off and flung it across the room. The cool air of the room hit your bare tits as he grunted.
âLook at you ma, so pretty..â he said as he took one of them in his mouth, sucking and kissing, making you moan. He took the other breast in his hand gently squeezing it, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger.
âAhh T-toji, Megumi might..â
âNo he wonât, he is dead asleep. Trust me love he wonât hear.â He said next to your plush breast. He gently laid you on the bed, hooking his fingers to his sweats and taking them off, the bulge in his boxers now fully visible. No matter how many times you fucked it always amazed you how big he actually was.
âCan I?â He whispered in your ear as he hooked his fingers to the waistband of your shorts.
âY-yeah.â You said as you bit his neck and sucked, marking him. Lifting your hips to help him take your shorts off, you moaned at the sudden coolness around your clothed pussy. Despite everything, you were soaked. And he knew that. His fingers gently went over the wet cloth of your panties.
âYouâre so fucking wet for me dove, I didnât even touch you yet.â He smirked as he moved your soaked panties to the side, gently tracing your folds.
âNghh, please âJi, please I just need you.â You moaned.
âYour wish is my command maââ he smiled as he put those two thick digits in your sopping pussy. The stretch was delicious. His fingers slowly started moving and the wet squelches instantly filled the room.
âSo messy already dove, I thought you were mad at me?â He challenged.
âYeah I.. fuck.. I am Toji. You went to that skank instead of ohh god.. instead of m-me! Hows that s-supposed to make m-me feel?â You mewled.
âSorry doll but I canât understand you, youâre stuttering, whachaâ said?â He smirked as he picked up the pace with his fingers. Your slick walls sucked him in greedily as he scissored them in and out of you. The squelching became louder and louder. His fingers found that spot inside you and started hitting it over and over again, his thumb quickly finding your clit and starting to rub tight little circles around it.
âYou gonna cum for me dove? Come on, let go, let me see you make a mess.â He said against your lips.
âY-yeahh fuuck Tojii!â You whined as your thighs began to shake. Toji could feel you clenching around his fingers as he pumped them in and out. He lightly pressed your clit with his thumb and that's all it took. You broke, the tight knot which was growing steadily finally snapping. Slick gushed around his fingers as your thighs shook violently from your orgasm.
âFuck dove look at you, so pretty.. so perfect, my perfect little dove.â He said kissing your forehead.
You were still coming down from your high when he took off his boxers and lifted you up to make you sit in his lap.
âYou wanna hop on top maâ?â He smirked.
âYeah come here.â You said fire in you now burning all throughout you, even to the tips of your fingers. You took a look at his cock sitting upright awaiting your warmth. The tip leaking pre as you pumped it a few times. The veins running along his shaft were pulsing with anticipation. Toji shut his eyes and grunted from the feeling of your hand sending sparks of electricity down his length. You slowly climbed up his lap and sat yourself torturously slow on his cock. Inch by filthy inch The feeling was electric. No matter how many times you sat on his cock it felt he was splitting you open. Slowly but surely, he bottomed out inside your soaked pussy.
âF-fuck doll, you feel so good ohh god..â Toji grunted as his hands grabbed your ass cheeks to help you move. You started to rock your hips as your hands flew to his meaty shoulders. His emerald eyes looked up at you with such adoration that it made your pussy clench and gush around his length. You felt he tried to move you up and down but you wouldnât budge, your hips swayed in all directions.
âFuck yeah maâ, use me, use me how ever you want Iâm all yours. Use my cock to make yourself feel good, just like that ffuck.â He grunted as you spelled your name with your hips.
âYouâre only mine âJi fuck this cock is mine to use only, fuckk nghh and that disgusting skank can fuck off from my husband ahh!â You moaned in his ear.
âYeah, that's right doll, this cock is yours and yours only, use it as you please!â He said as he gripped your ass even tighter. Your thighs burned from all the rocking and he noticed. Of course he noticed.
âYou tired ma? You want me to help you?â
âN-no I donât need help..â You huffed.
âMmhm, yeah right.â He smirked as he laid on his back and started driving his length in and out of you with all his might.
âOohhh f-fuck babyy-â you mewled as tears welled up in your eyes. He quickly flipped you over on your back, placing your legs over his shoulders. He started slowly hitting your g-spot making your eyes cross in the process.
âThatâs right dove, relax, let me take care of you. Iâm only yours, fuck you feel so good baby, youre so wet for me ffuck look at this mess doll..â He grunted as he pulled out a bit to see the rings of glossy slick forming a frothy ring around the base of his cock.
âNngh Toji fuckk, fuck me please..â
â Well since you asked so nicely..â he smirked as he picked up the pace. His happy trail scratched your clit perfectly as he drove his length into you. The wet plap plap plap echoed across the room.
ââJi mâgonna.. fuckk..â
âDo it doll, cum on my cock, make a mess. Mark me as yours.. fuckkâ he grunted.
âI-im hic cumming âJi-â you whispered against his lips as he kissed you passionately.
âFuuuck love, youâre squeezing me so hard, yeahh just like that milk me fuck!â He said as he gripped the pillow under your head trying his hardest not to spill in you that instant. You saw he was struggling so you did the only logical thing - drove your hips into him to match his pace.
âFUCK, doll I.. mâgonna..â he gritted out.
âFill me up love..â you whispered in his ear and that did it. You felt his cock violently twitch inside of you as he painted your gooey walls white. It seemed it had no end. He grunted with relief as he came in you.
âFuck love.. that was wow..â he sighed as he collapsed on top of you taking you in a bear hug. âIm really sorry for today. I love you and I will never do that shit again, fuck that.â He said kissing your forehead.
âNext time Iâm coming over so they can meet the wife.â You giggled.
âOh I did tell them I had a wife but they wouldnât budge.â
âOh you did?â Your eyebrows shot up.
âYeah I told them I have a wife who makes the best omelet and coffee! Oh and that she has a fat ass!â He grinned.
âFUSHIGURO!â You gasped hitting his sweaty shoulder.
âNahhh Iâm playinâ.. or am I?â He said with a sly smile.
âToji I swear to God..â
âNahh Iâm playing love. I did tell them I have a wife but I just kept it at the breakfast foods. But no, seriously now. I love you baby, always have and always will. And Iâm sorry for today. I really am.â He said as he turned around and pulled you into his chest.
âI love you too Toji.â You yawned, letting the dayâs exhaustion finally lull you to peaceful sleep in your husbandâs arms.
Contents: FLUFF, suggestive content (so MDNI, but nothing too explicit), Megumi being a cockblock, just summery vibes, mentions of deep water, POSSESSIVE Toji, Megumi being a little cutie.
Word count: 3k
a/n: Hello hello hello, I'm back!! I had a bit of mid terms to get through but it all went well! With exam season right around the corner I wanted to give you a little something from papa!Toji because I won't be posting often! This is part one of the whole idea because I wanted to make pt. 2 a little spicy đ«ą (but I'll post a poll dw!) Also if you wanna be tagged, feel free to tell me in the comments! I hope you enjoy and happy reading!!
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This was probably the most peaceful morning in history. The early Sun rays peaked through the open blinds as cool fresh air flooded your bedroom. The summer birds were chirping and the cicadas were creating their distinct cricket signaling the one truth - summer was here. The stifling air had not yet rolled in and the weather was simply put, perfect.
You wiggled under your thin covers blinking the sleep out of your eyes. Taking a deep breath of the morningâs fresh air you stretched like a cat after a long nap in the sun. Today was going to be a good day. You sat up in your bed and looked over to the large mound next to you, which was your husband, still silently puffing the air out of his nostrils totally asleep. Looking at the full length mirror across the bed, you saw your hair looking a mess from all the tossing and turning in your sleep.
âUgh this stupid hair,â you whispered, trying not to wake up your husband and decided to do something about it. As you scooted over to get out of the bed you felt a meaty warm forearm grab you by the waist and slam you back down into the bed. There was only one possible culprit - Toji. He pulled you in by the waist to his plush chest, resting his face in the crook of your neck inhaling your scent, his grip like iron around your waist.
âWhere do you think youâre goinâ dove?â He mumbled, face still smushed in the soft skin of your neck. His voice was still thick with sleep.
âToji you scared me, I thought you were asleep,â You squeaked.
âWell I was asleep until I felt ruffling around me and a high pitched voice saying âUghh this stupid hairr !âHe mocked. âSo naturally I woke up and saw that my beautiful wife was leaving me alone here in our bed and so I had to act. Sorry I scared ya princess.â You could hear the smirk in his voice as he started to leave open mouth kisses on your neck. His rough palm flew to your waist as his legs intertwined with yours. His mouth went up to your jaw and near your ear to whisper.
âDonât try to leave me again ma, next time I wonât be so gentile..â Chills went down your spine as he grazed your neck with his teeth, still smirking.
âToji..â you huffed trying to remain as quiet as possible as to not wake up Megumi.
âWhat is it dove? You want me to stop? Say it and Iâll stop.â He knew how weak he made you and he loved every second of it. His thumb went slowly over your ribs to the underside of your breast as he swiped it over the soft flesh. You arched into his touch trying so hard to stay quiet. His lips flew to yours hungry for your affection. His tongue slid over your bottom lip as an invitation to deepen the already passionate kiss. You opened your mouth and Toji didnât waist a second - his tongue slid into your mouth as he gently grabbed a fistfull of your hair so that you could look at him.
âT-Toji,â you mumbled through the kiss, âMegumi could wake up, he could hear us honey..â Toji went down your neck and settled on the delicate skin of your collarbone, kissing and nipping like his life depended on it while his hand started slowly sliding down your stomach, hooking his index finger at the base of your shorts.
âDonât worry ma, heâs not up yet he wonât hea-â
âI am awake papa. Good morninââ Megumi said while standing in the doorway of your room, yawning. Toji huffed down your neck as he gave it one final peck.
âNext time maâ donât worry.â He winked.
âHey Megs, good morning champ, howdyaâ sleep?â Toji said while clearing his throat.
âGood morning baby, did you sleep well?â You said as you started to get up to hug Megumi.
âYeh I slept good. Iâm hungry!â He said, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You chuckle. He sounds exactly like Toji sometimes, their hunger insatiable. You get out of the bed and take his little hand as he drags you to the kitchen.
âPapa you cominâ?â
âGive me a minute Megs Iâll be right out..â Toji sighs as he drags his hands over his face, lying there under the thin sheets trying to muster up the courage to get out of bed after your passionate morning..
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âSo mama, what are we doinâ today?â Megumi asked while kicking his feet in his chair and trying to catch the scrambled eggs on his plate with a plastic fork. His tongue stuck out as he concentrated on the action.
âFlip the fork Megs.â Toji said over his mug of coffee. âLike this?â Megumi mumbled as he took the wrong end of the fork in his hand.
âNo, silly, like this..â Toji placed the plastic fork in Megumiâs left hand with the spears facing down. âItâs called continental eating.â He smiled.
âYou.. nevermind..â Toji sighed trying to subdue the laughter that is bubbling in his chest.
âWell Megs, today I thought we could go to the beach?â You said turning from the kitchen counter and handing Toji his plate of breakfast.
âBEACH?! YESYESYESYESYES YES MAMA LETâS GO NOW!!â Megumi got out of his chair and started jumping up and down. âLETâS GO LETâS GO!â
âEeasy big guy hold your horses. We gotta pack first and load the car. We also have to go to the garage to get all your floaties you know? There is still a lot to do. So we gotta eat first and then we can go pack up, how boutâ that? â Toji lectured as he took a bite of his 7 egg scramble with chicken, he needs the extra protein as he said.
âThank you dove, this is incredible.â He murmured as he took another bite and kissed you on the forehead.
âToji! Youâll get eggs in my hair come onn..â You protest trying to push the big man away as to not ruin the hair you just styled, while the man just laughed.
âPapa is right Megumi, finish your breakfast and then weâll pack up.â And your son took that order as a challenge. He began scarfing down the food on his plate as fast as he could.
âAll done!â He chirps licking his plate. You and Toji sat there in awe of the little kidâs speed. Megumiâs little mouth was covered in yoghurt as his tongue went haywire trying to collect all the remnants of the drink around his mouth.
âMegs come on champ donât eat so fast, youâll get a stomachache.â Toji warned with a stern tone. Megumi bolted up and ran over to his father, pulling his hand trying to get him to stand up.
âCome on papa!! We gotta pack!!â Megumi chirped as he pulled his father forward.
âH-Hey Megs, M-megumi, what the fuck how is he so strong?â Toji looks at you astonished, eyebrows raised and eyes huge. Megumi pulled him to the garage where a morning of packing awaits them.
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Oh how one could enjoy such a day. The breeze, the salty smell of the ocean, the crunch of the sand, it was perfect. You held Megumiâs hand as he skipped along the beach trying to find the perfect spot for your beach umbrella and towels. As your son was looking at te available places, your husband carried what seemed to be a ton of various items. Your large beach bag, the beach umbrella, a cooler full of drinks, food and snacks, Megumiâs endless floaties he simply had to bring, toys galore and 3 books for you because you âjust couldnât decide.â The only things he carried for himself were the sunglasses on his head, a towel, 3 beers and 4 sandwiches. That was it.
âHere mama this is the perfect place!â Megumi pointed at a spot that was relatively close to the water and a little less crowded. Toji sighed with relief as he lowered all of his tow onto the sand stretching the ache away. He quickly assembled the beach umbrella while you laid down the towels.You took off your shorts and tanktop to reveal a emerald green bikini a very similar shade to Tojiâs eyes. He smirked as he unbuttoned his Hawaiian shirt to reveal the body of a greek good underneath. He looked as though he was carved from marble - the smooth plush plains of his chest rose up with every breath while his rigid abdomen flexed tickled by the light breeze. I was a sight to behold really.
âOkay Iâm ready!â Megumi said standing there, grinning in his sky blue ducky trunks with a scuba mask on and matching ducky floaties around his thin arms which were hugging an even larger ducky floatie that was around his hips..
âYou are not going anywhere mister! Sunscreen first!â You warned as you took the bottle out of your beach bag squirting a good amount into your hand.
âMama come onnuh I wanna go play!â He whined.
âMegs you gotta wear sunscreen, itâs good for your skin. Iâll go dip and be right back..â Toji said already half turned to the water.
âYou too mister! Donât you move another muscle Fushiguro I know you. Sunscreen. Now. Both of you.â You ordered. You first applied the generous amount on Megumiâs chest shoulders and back and while you were putting it on his face you gave Toji the bottle.
âAll done! Now wait a little bit before-â Megumi was already running off into the water without missing a beat. You sighed and looked at Toji who was just standing there holding the bottle of sunscreen.
âCan you help me?â He said with a shit eating grin.
âToji I know damn well you know how to apply-â
âPlease maâ, can you help me with this..?â
He smirked as you got up close to him and snatched the bottle right out of his hands. You squirted an even larger amount into your palm as you dotted and rubbed in the cream all over his chest and abs. You gaze was locked on the rippling flesh under your palm but you could feel his burning gaze on you, eyeing you from his towering hight. He was enjoying this more than he liked to admit. Especially the fact that you were frustrated with him. You were so cute - your little huffs and puffs of exasperation at the fact that a grown man needs help with sunscreen. He loved every second of it.
âBack.â you said in a flat tone. He turned around to let you have access to his broad muscular back. You dotted the sunscreen and rubbed nice slow circles into his skin feeling the wiring muscles underneath. It was an understatement to say he looked good - he looked like a god. It was borderline creepy how good he looked. As you finished he turned around to thank you.
âThanks maâ I appre-â
âWeâre not done yet Fushiguro. Face.â You said with hands on your hips, waiting for him to get down to your height. He placed his sunglasses on his hair, slicking his raven bangs back in the process. He lowered his face in level with yours and just looked at you. His emerald green eyes scanning every single feature of the woman he would end anyone in the world for. How your brows creased in concentration, how your eyes looked at every dot of cream before moving onto the net spot. He saw it all - and he wouldnât trade it for the world.
You dotted the cream on his face and started to gently rub it in. His hand grabbed your waist, possessively.
âYou know maâ I hate the way these freaks are ogling you right now.â He whispered. You could feel his breath on your face the scent of his mint gum hitting your nostrils immediately.
âYou see that dumb fuck over there,â he gestured with his head to a man that was openly staring at the curve of your waist, âMaybe I should go talk to him, you know, sort some things out.â He said as he turned to look at the man staring. The man in question immediately lowered his gaze and turned to walk away.
âThatâs what I fucking thought freak.â Toji mumbled squeezing your waist even tighter.
âPAPA! PAPA LOOK!â Megumi came running in to show you a shell he found. It was a small white snail shell with a brown stripe.
âThats so cool Megs! You know, there are a lot bigger shells down by the buoys. We can swim there to see if there are any. Howâs that sound? â Toji smiled a genuine smile of a proud father.
âYES I WANNA SEE EMâ MAMA CAN WE GO?â Megumi jumped.
âOnly if your father promises to take good care of you and you bring both of your floaties.â
âHe will he will right papa?â Megumi looked at his father with orbs instead of eyes.
âWith my life.â Toji said smirking. And off they went into the water to get some shells for a souvenier, While Toji swam like a shark, Megumi kicked his little feet to try to stay in line with his dad, but that was no easy feat for a six-year-old. At the end Toji went on to pull Megumiâs duck floaty all the way to the buoys. When they got there Megumi was mesmerized,
âWeâre so far papa look! People look like ants! Can mama see us? HEYY MAMA!!â He yelled.
âShe can see us but we are really tiny for her too you know.â Toji said leaning on to the buoy.
âHere is what weâre gonna do Megs. I need to borrow your scuba mask and I will dive down to the bottom to get some shells. You stay right here. Do. Not. Move. Understood?â
âB-but p-papa what if there is a big shark down there it will eat you. Also you canât breathe under water..â His little chin wabbled.
âMegs donât worry. I can see in the water and so if I see anything at all Iâm coming back up okay? Donât worry Im perfectly safe. Just stay right where you are okay?â
âOkay.. BE CAREFUL PAPA!â Megumi yelled. And with that Toji put on Megumiâs scuba glasses and took a deep breath in. His arms flew above his head and he disappeared into the dark water. For Megumi it seemed as though time had stopped - it felt like hours had passed since Toji went into the water. He held onto the buoy for his dear life as he tried not to think about the deep blue water beneath his feet. He really didnât want to think about big scary sharks and monsters that lived down in the ocean, but he couldnât help it. He suddenly whipped his head when he heard a loud gasp coming from his right side. It was Toji, his raven hair stuck to his forehead and the scuba mask fogged up because of the sudden temperature change.
âPAPA!â Megumi screamed as he flailed his tiny legs as fast as he could to get to his father.
âLook Megs, Look what I- hey Megs Its okay, Im okay look nothing happenedâ He soothed the little boy as Megumi hugged him as hard as he could.
âLook Megs I got something for mama too!â Toji exclaimed. In his hand he held a small seastar husk. It was red and pink, and he thought how well it would complement your eyes. He would have to find someone to turn it into a necklace, but that would be no problem.
âAnd for you, I brought this!â He said as he handed Megumi the largest shell he has ever seen. Megumiâs eyes widened at the sheer size of it.
âITâS SO BIG WOOWâ He yelled with a growl. âI wanna show mama!â
âYeah we should head back she might start to worry, come on.â Toji said as he started pulling Megumiâs floatie back to the shore.
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âWHERE WERE YOU GUYS I WAS WORRIED SICK!â You yelled standing up after seeing your husband and son get out of the water.
âMAMA LOOK WHAT PAPA GOT ME!â Megumi beamed as he showed you the giant shell.
âWow it is really big!â You exclaimed, amazed.
âAnd for you pretty, we brought thisâ Toji said, giving you the seastar.
âOh Toji.. itâs so pretty, thank you..â You whispered as you went over it with your finger, feeling the rough exterior.
âI thought we could turn it into a necklace you know, to have something to remember the day by.â He smiled scratching the back of his neck.
âYeah that would be great!â You said, kissing his lips. He sighed against your soft lips as he pulled you in closer. He could taste the coconut lipgloss you put on âfor the beachy vibeâ as you would say.
âEWWW I WANNA EAT!!â Megumi whined at you kissing.
âWell there is food in the cooler brat, let me kiss my wife.â Toji laughed as he also took a sandwich out of the cooler and sat down to eat, exhausted. After eating and another round of sunscreen it was time to lay in the shade. With a book in your hand you could sit like this all day. The weather was so nice, the light breeze carried the salty smell of ocean water through the air - and next to you, your husband and son were sound asleep being overexhausted from their little adventure. The longer you watched them the more your eyes fell - maybe a couple of minutes wonât hurt. You dropped your book and snuggled up to Toji who unconsciously squeezed your waist as you laid your head on his chest.
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Part 2?
Taglist: @truilyglori @lastcutiegirlonearth
a/n: Tysm for reading I hope you enjoyed and I can't wait to see you in the next part!! đ
Boyfriend!Sukuna not being so brave when it comes to getting piercings together.
Contents: Fluff, Modern AU, Fem!reader being stubborn, Sukuna just can't say no, mention of needles, piercer!Choso cameo.
Word count: 2.1k (not proofread, sorry :/)
also idk who the artist of this beautiful piece is, if you know lmk so I can tag them!!
âWoman how many times do I have to tell you, I AM NOT GOING INSIDE!âÂ
This was about the fourth time you tried to drag your boyfriend to the piercing booth. The other three attempts also ended in failure. The first one you tried to gently nudge him in the direction of the booth and when he realised where you were pulling him towards he just said âNope!â and started going the opposite direction of your initial walk. You had to chase him down the street, yelling at him to stop walking so fast, the bastard has those longass legs. The second attempt you tried to reason with him.
âI just wanna look Ryo, whatâs the harm? Canât I just look, pleaseee?â You pushed your bottom lip out, pouting while making the biggest puppy eyes you could muster up. You clasped your hands together on his chest, trying to get him inside. Â
âSweetie, I really donât wanna go inside right now, maybe some other time, please. Come, Iâll buy you ice cream.â Sukuna said while thumbing your cheek in an attempt to bribe you like a little kid with your favourite treat, so you would forget about the damned piercing booth.
 The third attempt was your boldest attempt yet.Â
After a night out and a couple of drinks you decided enough was enough, he will enter the booth one way or another.Â
âHello?â He picked up the phone on the first ring.Â
âKuunaaa, baby I need your help big boy. You see Iâm done with the girls but they all left me to go with some guys â That was a flat out lie, you irish goodbye-ed them. âAnd so now Iâm drunk here alone and I need my big strong man to come and get me pleaseee!â You spoke into the phone with a voice that was dripping with honey.Â
âTurn your location on doll, Iâm coming to getcha donât worry.â This was all a part of the plan. You went to the piercing booth which was just a couple of feet away from the bar you were previously in and entered. The guy was just finishing up cleaning the parlour.Â
âCan I help you miss? We are closing in about 10 minutesâ He said with a heavy sigh.Â
âOh no thank you Iâm just looking, I wonât be long I promise, I waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up.â You flashed a smile and reached in your pocket to turn your location on so Sukuna could come and get you. You looked at all the different displayed piercing the booth had to offer, from nose rings, septums, belly button piercings to nipple piercings with little red hearts it was heaven. Youâe always wanted to get a piercing with Sukuna. It was cute and not as permanent as a tattoo which was more of his thing than yours. You heard the familiar purr of Sukunaâs car and as you looked outside you saw him looking at you from his car. At that moment your phone rang.Â
âGet outside. Now.â His voice was ice. You knew it was a dangerous game but you wanted the piercing more.Â
âCome and get me big boy..â You purred into the phone and stuck your tongue out in a playful manner just to irritate him even more.Â
âI wonât say it twice brat, get out that stupid fucking shop and letâs go home. Donât make me come and get you..â He growled into the speaker. You knew he was serious by his looks and his tone but you wanted this. He just needed to enter once for you to be able to plant the idea into that pretty little head of his.Â
âY/N I am not playing, get out of that shop now, this is my last warning.â He shot you a look that could kill, but you stood your ground. You saw as he wiggled in his seat to unbuckle himself and then proceeded to open the driverâs door of his car and get out into the cool air of the night. The piercing boothâs door swung open and he stepped inside. He looked straight at you without moving his head an inch.Â
âBaby look at all of these pretty piercings we should get matching ones!â You squealed as he approached you.Â
âHey man sorry, but we are closed for tonight. â The guy behind the counter said.Â
âOh no man itâs all good Im just here to pic up my girl Iâm sorry she made a hassle.â He said, staring daggers into your eyes.
 âLetâs go Y/N.â He hissed, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards his chest. As soon as you hit his chest his other hand found your lower back.
âWhat are you.. RYO!â You screamed as he lifted you up over his shoulder, your hips pressing into it.Â
âPUT. ME. DOWN. RYOMEN SUKUNA!â You wiggled in his iron grip as he turned around and exited the booth. He put you down only when it was time for you to get in the car. He opened the passenger door and waited. You sat in the car and immediately turned your head away from him. The ride home was silent, but you refused to be defeated. You will get that piercing with him, one way or another.Â
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âWoman, let go of my hand right this instant. I am not entering that place after the last timeâs fiasco.â You were pulling on his hand with all your might, but this 6â4 unit of a man is not budging. Â
âCome Ryo, please, I want to get a piercing with you. Itâll be fun pleaseeeeee!âÂ
âCome on babe, donât do this again, please..â He sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist.Â
âOkay you can just say you donât love me anymore.. Itâs fine I wonât pester you anymore..â You said while looking down, fidgeting with your fingers. This was it, now or never. This was your ultimate move, you knew this was this giantâs biggest weakness. His finger flew to your chin.Â
âHey, donât do that now. You know I love you so much brat.â He said while his burgundy eyes fixated your gaze.Â
âWell, not enough apparently.. If you did you would get a piercing with me.. I want to choose the jewellery and everything it would be so cute but fine. Whatever..â You looked at him with doe eyes. You literally watch his defences crumble before you, how could he no to you now.Â
âFine⊠ughhh I will never see the end of this..â He sighed heavily as you squealed, hugging him and jumping up and down. As you walked inside the parlour you felt him growing stiffer and stiffer. His body was becoming more and more rigid with every step you guys took. You saw a bead of sweat roll down his temple.Â
âRyo.. Are you alright?â You asked, perplexed by the sudden change of his demenour.Â
âY-yes Iâm alright woman, letâs get this over with, but just so you know, you will never have the chance to use the âyou donât love me anymoreâ card after this anymore, understood?âÂ
âYes sir!â You said saluting him like a soldier. As you went up to the counter you saw a young guy of maybe 18 sitting by the desk. His brown hair was bunched up into two little messy pigtails on top of his head and he looked like he hasnât slept for 5 days. Typical teenage stuff.Â
âYo. What are you looking to get done today?â The guy said in the most monotone voice youâve ever heard.Â
âWe want to get piercings!â You chirped as Sukuna stared at all the different options, gulping.Â
âI get that you want to do piercings lady, you are in a piercing booth after all. What kind of piercings would you like to do today?â The teenager said, unamused
âOh.. yeah right.. Well I was thinking of a belly button one, and you Ryo? Ryo? Helloo?? Earth to Sukuna!!!â You yelled as you looked at him for the answer.Â
âO-oh yeah.. Ummm a tongue piercing I guess, I heard that one heals the fastest.â He stammered out.Â
âAlright, you can choose the jewelry while I prep everything, Iâll call you.â The guy said and walked off to somewhere in the back. You grabbed Sukuna by his meaty forearm and dragged him over to the jewelry section. After much thought, you settled on a gold piece with a ruby heart, and he got a simple tongue bar in silver. As you grabbed his hand, you felt how clammy it was. He was fidgeting constantly with the springs of his black hoodie, eyes darting to the back rooms at any noise whatsoever.Â
âRyo⊠Are you scared?â You asked, baffled at the thought. This man looked like he could chew through iron, with his black tattoos snaking around his muscular body, you thought fear would be afraid of him.Â
âN-no Iâm not scared, whereâdya get that from, woman?â He said in a whisper. The second he said that, the guy from the shop came back out.Â
âEverything is prepped for you guys, come on in.â Sukuna practically jumped out of his skin but tried to play it cool. You went to the back and you lay on the paper-covered chair. You lifted your shirt so the guy could get a good look at your belly button to mark the piercing.Â
âAlright, this is gonna feel like a sharp pinch, just donât move I gotta make it symmetrical.â He said as his gloved hand took a thick needle from his tool set. As you looked at Sukuna for moral support, he looked away from the needle in a swift motion. The sting lasted a second and then it was done.Â
âDone.â A monotone voice announced. As you looked down you saw the piercing dangling from you belly button. It was so pretty and it fit you pretty well.Â
âOh my God, itâs soo cute, look Ryo how does it look?â And as you looked at him your breath stopped. He looked as if heâd seen a ghost. All colour left his usually flush face and lips and he was just a trembling mess.Â
âL-looks good b-babe!â He said through gritted teeth, forcing a smile.
âAlright man, you next, get up over here.â The guy said as he changed his gloves.Â
Sukuna got up, looked at you, your smile and just sat on the chair. His expression was of stone statues. No emotion. A total blank slate. He just stared on ahead, focused on tiny dot on the wall.Â
âDude..âÂ
âWhat?â Sukuna asked annoyed.Â
âI need you to sick your tongue out man, how else am I supposed to get you pierced?â He said holding the marker.Â
âOh yeah.. Uhm right.âÂ
You sat next to him for comfort. You just got it now. He was scared shitless. But it never got into your head because of his tattoos. How could he be scared of a singular needle poke and not of ten thousand pokes. But this unit of a man was in the chair now, death gripping your hand as he shook. He poked his tongue out and the guy marked it with a blue dot.Â
âDo you like it? The placement.â He said, handing Sukuna the mirror. He looked at it for a second.Â
âYeah itâs all fine just do it and be done with it.â Sukuna said, while closing his eyes shut. The guy got his things ready, clamped Sukunaâs tongue and pushed the needle through in one swift motion. Sukuna winced at the sudden pain, his shoulders flying up to his ears, squeezing your hand so hard you thought he will break it. But as soon as it started it was over. As he slowly opened his eyes he looked in the mirror.Â
âWait, this is hard as fuck!â He looked at his new image and very much liked it. It was just up his alley. You hugged him and peppered kisses all over his now even more handsome face.Â
âYou look so good Ryo, dare I say sexy..â You winked at him. He laughed a genuine, heartfelt laugh.Â
As you both got to the front to pay, something else caught Sukunaâs attention.Â
âHey man quick question, how long do I have to wait until I can change the jewelry?âÂ
âOh yeah good question, you should wait around 6 to 8 weeks man, you donât want any infections there trust me.â The teenager said ringing you up.Â
âWill that be all for you today?âÂ
âNo, not quite. Can I also get that red one over here.â Sukuna said, smirking and pointing to a pretty large piece.Â
âYeah man, just so you know that one is a vibrating piercing.â The teenager said with a bit of a shocked expression.Â
âOh I know..â Sukuna said while looking at you and pulling out his cardâŠÂ
A/N: Well we meet again! This oneshot was sitting in my drafts for a while but its finally out! I could make a part 2 of this so let me know if you want that! Thanks for reading!
đŸPapa!Toji goes to a shelter to surprise Toddler!Megumi
Contents: FLUFF, Modern AU, Toddler!Megumi being a bit bratty, almost no reader at all, Toji and Megumi's day out, Gojo and Geto cameo, Gojo is as cocky as always, Shelterowner!Geto, Toji is the best dad as usual.
Word count: 1.9k
a/n: Here it is finally! I'm sorry I was out for so long but Im preparing for a large midterm so I didn't hv time to write anything. This is a quick drabble I wrote after a pinterest doomscroll. Also I wanna thank you guys for 100 followers! It means the world to me!! Enjoy the read!! Also its not proofread eek sorry :/
Masterlist | Previous episode of papa!Toji
âBUT PAPAAAA!!! PLEASE TURN AROUND, PLEASEEE!!!â Megumi wailed, while flailing his tiny arms and legs in his car seat. His spiky raven hair disheveled from how much he was turning his head in denial. His chubby cheeks were wet with large tears that flooded his giant, orb-like green eyes.
âMegumi, I will not argue with you, calm down please.â Tojiâs voice was cold as ice. He glanced at Megumi from his rearview mirror. His hands gripped the wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white. He hated seeing his little boy cry like this. To hell with Satoru and his shelter.
To hell with him and his dogs. Why did he have to call him and Megumi to visit him there?
The day started like any other. Open eyes, kiss wife, cuddle with wife, get out of bed, bathroom, kiss wife, coffee, eat, tickle the kid. It was that simple for Toji. And what interrupted that serene routine he built over the years was one phone call - Satoru. His friend from college (more like a frat brother, but thatâs a story for another time.) As Toji was sipping his coffee while watching you make breakfast with Megumi, his phone screen lit up.
âUgh Gojoâ Toji rolled his eyes, but still picked up his phone.
âYooo whatâs up Ji, how is married life treating you, wife doinâ well? Howâs the kid?â Satoru spoke with his usual excitement.
âEverythingâs fine man, what could you possibly need at 9AM Gojo?â Toji huffed over the phone.
âNo âHow are you, my very best friend from college?â You really stooped low Fushiguro, you hurt my feelings!â Gojo fake whined over the phone.
âCut the bullshit Gojo..â
âHEY!â You yelled while covering Megumiâs ears.
âLanguage!â
Toji covered his phone and mouthed âSorry doveâ
âCut it Gojo. what do you want?â Toji growled in his phone.
âWeeeeell, you know Suguru is opening that shelter he was talking about, and he asked me to organise the opening ceremony. So here I am calling my best friend to come and support our friend in need!â Toji could hear Gojoâs shit-eating grin through the phone.
âI donât think I can make it Satoru, sorry, I promised Megs we would go to the park, our boys day you know.â
âBut there will be puppieees..â Gojo said it loudly on purpose.
âPUPPIES?! WHERE?!â Tojiâs eyes went wide and he held his breath.
That bastard. Satoru always did this to him.
Megumi whipped his head to look at his dad who covered his face with his large hand. He knew where this was going.
âIâll call you back, assholeâ he gritted out the sentence in a whisper.
âSee you there daddy!!â Gojo said and hung up.
âCAN WE GO SEE PUPPIES?!â Megumi was already at Tojiâs side, tugging at his hand.
âPUPPIES??â You said as your lower lip jutted forward in a pout.
âYeah, Suguru is opening an animal shelter downtown, so he called us to attend the opening. But if you want to go the park, itâs okay Megs we are still on!â Toji tried to steer away from the dreaded puppies, but to no avail.
âI WANNA GO SEE EM PLEASE PAPA!!!!â Megumi yelled while jumping up and down.
âUghh I really wish I could join you guys but I gotta go to the office..â You said shoulders slumping forward. âDo send me pictures baby donât forget! I wanna see the pups too!â You said as you got up to leave. Toji and Megumi stood up to say bye to you.
âByee mama we will send you every puppy we see donât worry!â Megumi said, putting his little fists on his hips, acting all high and mighty.
âYeah donât worry dove, we will.â Toji said as he hooked his massive forearms and hands around your waist, pulling you close to his bear-like frame. His kiss made you wanna stay home even more. His soft lips on yours, his scent and warmth, it was intoxicating. But work called. You had to wiggle out of the kiss and jump in the car.
âBYEE MOMMA!! SEE YOU SOON!!â Megumi jumped up and down waving.
And so Toji and Megumi were on their way to the shelter. When they arrived to the building Satoru was waiting in front.
âWell, well, well if it isnât the Fushiguros. Where is the missus? Does she hate me as much as her douche husbandâ Gojo said, elbowing Toji in the ribs.
âMomma is at job!â Megumi said trying to peek inside the shelter.
âMister snow hair are there really puppies in here?â
âYes there are Megumiiii, he is so cute I wanna eat him alive!â Gojo said licking his teeth.
âNoo donât eat me snowy meanie, papa save me!â Megumi ran to hide behind Toji.
âCut the crap Satoru, where is Geto? Letâs get inside.â
âYAAAY PUPPIES!!â
As the three guys entered the building the overwhelming sound of animals flooded their ears. Dogs, cats, bunnies, birds galore. Megumiâs eyes lit up at the sight. He immediately made a beeline for the puppy section at the front.
âMegs wait..â Toji said but to no avail. Megumi immediately went inside the puppy area and sat down. He looked around and his tiny breath suddenly stopped. Two puppies were laying on top of eachother. One white and one black.
They looked like little wolves but with a bit more fluff to them. As soon as Megumi spotted them they lifted their heads and stared at him. They stood on their tiny paws and strode over to little Megumi. Their giant orbs looked at Megumi and he just fell in love. It was really a love at first sight. The two puppies laid their heads on Megumiâs legs and he pet their fluffy little heads.
âOh thats a first.â A calm quiet voice came from somewhere next to Megumi. It was Suguru who was crouching next to Megumi..
âThey are so fluffy and small mister!â Megumi said, beaming with excitement.
âThatâs Shiroâ Suguru said pointing to the white puppy, âAnd thatâs Kuroâ, pointing to the black one.
âThey usually keep to themselves, you must be special Megumi.â Suguru said patting Megumi on the hair.
âMegs, there you are, what are you.. Oh no God..â Toji said as he looked into his sonâs eyes. He knew that look.
Megumi was smitten.
âSuguru I told you not to show him any dogs for crying out loud.â
âThey chose him I canât make them not to come to someone, besides, look at them, arenât they the cutest?â Suguru said as he scratched the puppiesâ chins and their tiny tails wagged in Megumiâs lap.
âYes Geto, but we donât have space for two dogs..â
âPapaâŠâ Megumi said seriously and looked up at Toji who was standing outside the pen.
âMegs, no..â Toji started..
âCAN WE GET THEM PLEASE I PROMISE IâLL BE GOOD IâLL DO ANYTHING YOU AND MOMMA TELL ME PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!â Megumi begged.
âMegumi, we donât have enough space for two dogs, besides, we need to ask mama first. â Toji tried to reason with his son.
âBUT MOMMA ALSO LIKES PUPPIES LIKE ME PLEASE PAPA PLEEEAAAAASEEEEE!!!!â Megumi started whining. This was a bad idea from the get go. Toji knew this would happen.
âMegs come on we gotta go home mama will be home soon, come on.â Toji lowered and grabbed Megumi. The puppies protested by whimpering. And Megumi protested by doing the only logical thing he could do. Crying at full volume. Toji took Megumi over his shoulder and Megumi screamed at the puppies trying to hold on to them as Toji carried him effortlessly.
âWell thanks alot Gojo, see what you did.â Toji spat, while Megumi wailed.
âSorry Ji but donât worry heâs just a kid heâll forget about them soon!â Gojo said while scratching the back of his white hair.
And so there they were. Driving back home while Megumi was crying.
âB-BUT DID YOU SEE HOW FLUFFY THEY WERE PAPA? HIC - AND.. AND THAT MISTER SAID THEY FINK IâM SPECIAL!!â Megumi went on.
âMegumi, listen to me baby, we donât have enough space in our house. Plus, they are puppies, the will grow a lot bigger when they get older. They need food and training and a lot of walks.â
âBut I can walk them! They are small We can go to school together. And and Yuji has a dog, and Nobara too! Iâm the ONLY ONE WITHOUT A PET TO LOVEEE WAAAAAAâ The screaming started again. Toji was pissed off at Gojo. What the hell was that idiot thinking inviting them to a shelter opening KNOWING how much Megumi loves animals. When they got home you were already home cooking dinner.
âYou guys! How was the shelter did you take any..â
âMOMMA CAN WE GET PUPPIES PLEASE???â
âPuppies? Which puppies baby? Toji? What is going on? Why is Megs crying??â
âTHERE WERE THESE TWO PUPPIES BLACK AND WHITE AND.. AND THE MISTER WITH LONG HAIR SAID THEY FINK IâM SPECIAL AND THEY WERE SO SOF AND FLUFFY AND THEY SLEPT ON MY LEGS PLEASE CAN WE GET THEM PLEASE????â
âOkay okay champ, easy there, letâs eat dinner first.â Toji said as he sat in the kitchen.
After you all ate and put Megumi to bed you went to your room where Toji sat on the edge of the bed. He never did that, so something was truly bothering him. You sat beside him and grabbed his hand.
âWhat is it darling, whats bothering you?â you asked gently.
âI donât know what to do dove. You did not see how Megs cried in the car today. I was devastated, he was crying so sad. But we canât have two dogs in the house,itâs too much work.â He said as he ran his hands over his face.
âToji, honey, listen to me. I think we both know the answer to that question. Two dogs are a lot of responsibility.â
âYeah.. youâre right..â Toji said as he went to lie down. You cuddled up to him and he kissed your hair.
âGoodnight dove.â Toji said against your head.
âGoodnight baby..â you murmured, falling into a deep sleep.
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âGmornin momma..â Megumi said as he got in the kitchen, ready for his usual breakfast and chocolate milk.
âWhereâs papa?â
âOh papa went out to grab something, he will be back in no time.â You said as you stirred the eggs in the cast-iron skillet. Megumi sat in the chair and looked his cartoons on the TV when the doorbell rang.
âWho could that be?â You asked, confused. âWanna help me look who it is Gumi?â
âYeah momma!â Megumi said, still feeling sad about yesterday. As you guys went to the door and opened it you saw a giant box with a big bow on top.
âWhats this?â You said as you looked at Megumiâs eyes getting bigger by the second. âYou wanna open it Megs?â
âYeah..â He said and walked up to the box. When he touched the lid, he heard tiny noises, like whimpers? He lifted the lid and saw them. Shiro and Kuro. In the flesh. Megumi screeched.
âSURPRISE!!â Toji came from his hiding spot. He took the box inside the house and carefully took the puppies out. They immediately ran to Megumi, jumping on his legs and barking with excitement.
âSHIRO, KURO!!! PAPA WHAT? HOW ARE THEY HERE??â Megumi was beaming as he sat down to pet them while they licked his face. A slew of giggles came out of Megumiâs throat.
âWell mama and me figured it would teach you responsibility. We will talk about training and walks but they are yours Megs!â Toji said grinning.
âThank you papa, thank you momma! This is the best day EVEER!!â Megumi said through giggles while basking in the morning sunlight which came through the kitchen window peting his new fluffy friends.
Contents: FLUFF, Modern AU, mentions of labour pain, Unkuna, baby Yuji and baby Nobara cameo, Megumi is a confused little kid, Toji is a papa bear, Toji crying, reader after birth NOTHING GRAPHIC!
Word count: 1.6k
a/n: This is my first ever request AHHH TYSM!!! Feel free to leave requests if you wish I'll gladly do it! I had so much fun with this tbh!! đ«¶
Masterlist | Previous episode of Papa!Toji
âYuji STOP ITTUGHH! a little girl with a dark brown bob yelled at the tiny boy with pink hair.
They were fighting over a toy - typical. Nobara and Yuji were always like this in school. One could say they hated each other with a burning passion, but they were the âbestest of friendsâ as they say. Megumi was next to his friends, doing his own thing like usual - stacking blocks, playing with toy cars, pretend play with plushies - being quiet like usual and observing his two friends creating a ruckus.
âKUGISAKI LET IT GO ITâS MINE!â Yuji shrieked at the top of his lungs so that Nobara would leave him alone. Even though the little guy was stronger she was smarter.
âOhh look at that toy over der, Iâll play with it! You play with dat one itâs stinky.â As soon as she pointed to the toy, Yuji made a beeline for it just to spite her, dropping the real object of her interest on the floor, long forgotten. She took the toy and stayed right where she was, laughing at Yuji in the process.
âYuji you a dummy, ha ha itâs mine noww!!â She said sticking her little tongue out. When Yuji realised what had happened he shrieked.
âIâLL CALL UNKUNAAA!! WAAAA HE IS BIG AND SCARY AND HE WILL..â
âWhat will I do?â
All three of them looked up at the visitor who crouched near the entrance to the playroom to pic up Yuji.
âUNKUNAAAA!!!â Yuji yelled and ran off into his uncleâs tight bear hug.
âHow you doinâ tiger ready to go to your bestest uncle?â Their teacher approached Sukuna.
âYuji behaved not so well to be honest mister Ryomen. He got into a couple of fights saying âhis unkunaâ taught him how to fight.. â She said with her arms crossed, tapping her foot on the floor.
âWell.. ha ha about thatâŠâ
But that sentence would never be finished. In stormed a 6â5 giant of a man, swinging the door so hard it almost broke from the hinges. The teacher gasped as she stepped back and Sukuna shielded Yuji with his body. His raven hair stuck to his forehead, emerald eyes darting frantically across the room.
âMEGUMI!â He roared. Megumi froze as he saw his giant father cross the room in three wide steps and get to him in a second. He crouched in front of his son, a worrying expression written all over his face. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
âMegs, get up. Clothes, shoes on. NOW.â He said and Megumi listened right away packing his tiny dino bag. Toji was tapping his foot anxiously, starring at his watch.
âDone.â Megumi said, anxiety written all over him
âPapa, whats goin on? Is mama okay?â
âShe is Megs, you gonna meet your baby sis soon, isnât that exciting? Letâs go.â
But before the two of them could leave the playroom, Megumiâs teacher stepped in front of the door.
âMISTER FUSHIGURO, this is highly unacceptable you scared all the kids in here this is preposterous. Do not enter my classroom like that everâŠâ
Tojiâs eyes darkened.
âListen here lady,â He spat through gritted teeth, towering over her. His anger made him seem 3 times his size. His jaw was so clenched you could see veins going to his temples..
âMy wife is currently giving birth to our daughter. I left her all alone, in pain so I could get my son to meet his baby sister. If I miss the birth of my daughter.. You will remember me.. Now move.â
Teacherâs eyes went wide with fear and she just slid out of the way letting Toji and Megumi pass.
While they were walking towards the car Megumi just couldnât keep up with his fatherâs strides. Seeing this, Toji scooped him up into his arms and made a beeline for the car.
The ride to the hospital was excruciatingly quiet. Toji kept his eyes on the road, chewing on his scarred lip, knuckles white for how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. He just could not stop thinking about you. How your face contorted in pain when your next contraction came. How hard you were pushing your nails into his hand, making little crescent moons from your nails, so he could at least share the pain with you. If he could he would take all of that pain upon himself and bare it until the end of time if he needed to.. He just felt so helpless. When he heard you asking for Megumi he couldnât just say no so he went to get him as fast as he could.
But also, he felt insanely excited. He will meet his baby daughter soon. His little princess. He already knew from the second you both found out it was a girl that he would spoil her rotten. And he knew Megumi would love her. He was so excited to have a baby sister.
The car came to a screeching halt and Toji jumped out, took Megumi out of his car seat and went straight into the hospital. The air smelled like metal and alcohol. The sterile white halls made him dizzy but he pushed on to your room. When he stood in front of the door he put Megumi down and crouched down to his level.
âListen here Megs, now youâre gonna meet you baby sis okay? I will just get inside to see how mama is doing and Iâll come and get you right away okay? Stay here and do not move, okay buddy?â
âYeah papa.â
He looked at Megumi for a little longer than usual. This was it. Their last moment as only father and son. He remembered how frantic he was when Megumi was born. How he was pacing down the hallway until they told him he could come in to hold your hand. How exhausted he was and how fulfilled at the same time. Oh how time flies. He remembers holding Megumi like he was made of glass, scared not to break this precious little thing he and you made out of your love. And now here he was again in that same position, just a little less scared because he knows he married a fighter, he knows that you wonât give up that easily - you married HIM for crying out loud.
He ruffled Megumiâs hair, kiss him on the forehead and went inside to see you.
When he locked his eyes with yours, his breath stopped. The whole world stopped. There you were, back rested on a big pillow, hair a mess with misty eyes, smiling at him as your daughter was nursing. You were glowing.
âToji.. sheâs perfect..â you said in a whisper.
He was starstruck. His legs moved on their own. He got next to your bed and his knees just gave out. He fell to his knees looking up at you and your daughter. Tears started running down his cheeks, and big droplets fell on his jeans leaving big dots as they got soaked into the fabric.
âI.. you.. She.. hic.. sheâs perfect. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.â He said it over and over again like it was a mantra. His voice broke from sobs that escaped his throat.
âI will give you three the world.. hic.. I.. I.. promise you. I will pluck the stars from the sky if you ask me to. I will protect all three of you with my life. You are my life now, if there is no you there is no me. I.. love you, so much..â He said as he looked at your daughter. You got your hand in his raven locks scratching his head while you started crying as well.
âGet up Toji, come hold your daughter.â You said He got up from his knees as you handed him your daughter.
She was so tiny, smaller than Megumi was. He forgot how it felt to hold a newborn. He looked at her cooing face and started crying all over again.
âPapaâs little princess.. I will spoil you rotten just you wait..â he whispered, nudging her little nose with his. He kissed her all over her tiny face inhaling her sweet smell.
âDid you get Megumi honey?â You asked eager to see your son.
âMmm yea heâs right outsideâ Toji said through a smile as your daughter cooed at him.
âIâll get him you stay right there and rest mama you did a terrific job.â He said handing you back your daughter and kissing your hair and finally your lips. He walked outside to find Megumi sitting next to a wall right in front of the entrance of the room. He crouched down again as Megumi got up.
âReady to meet your sis bud?â
âYESS!â His eyes were beaming with excitement.
The went into the room and he saw you sitting on the bed, with your daughter in your arms smiling.
"MOMMA! ARE YOU OKAY?!" Megumi said as he ran up to your bed.
âHey honey! I'm fine baby boy, but there is someone who is eager to meet you.â You said as he got close to your bed.
âMeet your big brother Megumi, Tsuyo.â You said squishing her little cheeks. Megumi touched her black hair. Toji's genes were prominent as ever.
âTsuyo.. What does that mean?â Megumi asked while staring at her.
âIt means strength.â Toji chimed in crouching next to the bed.
âSince papa gave you your name, and it means blessing, I gave your little sister her name.â You said smiling.
"Hi Tsuyo, Im Megumi your big brother, but you can call me Megs like papa, or or even Gumi like momma you know!"
âYou wanna hold her Megs?â Toji asked.
âYeah!â Megumi said already climbing up on the high hospital bed. You put his swaddled little sister in his arms and he looked at her. Intently. The seconds felt like hours. There was no comment from Megumi except his furrowed brows.
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âMama, Papa, there is something wrong with her..â Megumi said in all seriousness. Both of your faces turned white instantly.
âWhat?? What is wrong with her Megs?â You both asked.
âShe doesnât have arms.â Megumi deadpaned staring at the swaddled baby in his tiny arms.
You both burst into laughter as Megumi continued to look at the baby all confused
