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Toji has you trapped beneath him, arms resting above your head, your back against the wall. One meaty bicep immediately locks onto one of your thighs, pulling your thigh towards your chest. You gulp. Even in person heâs bigger, stronger, huge. Tojiâs figure swallows you whole, shielding you away from the moonlight.
Balancing on one foot you hold his shoulders to steady yourself, feeling his cock slide between your folds. You wince, hands sprawled on his chest, almost pushing him away.
âTake it like a good girl fâme, yeah?â
A/n: just something i had in mind đ€
Brat taming with Nanami
Contains: 18+ content, MDNI, rough sex, squirt, dom!nanami, sub!reader, slight bdsm dynamic, slight vulgar language, multiple orgasms (youâve been warned.)
Nanami loosened his tie, rolling up his sleeves in the process of bending you over against his desk. Your chest pressed against the wooden table, both of your hands sprawled out, elbows stabilizing your weight.
A slight tug on the leash sent the collar around your neck to move along with the males firm grip. Thighs pushed apart by his knee between your legs. You felt his breath against your cheek, excitement rose from inside you, purposefully grinding your ass against his thigh.
A firm slap against your ass shot a jolting sensation of pleasure inside you.
âYouâre gonna write me a full apology letter. Front and back.â
You look down at the empty sheet of paper and pen in front of you. With trembling hands you managed to grip the pen in the palm of your hand. Nanamiâs hand pressed between your inner thigh, his fingers firm but gently caressed your clothed pussy. Your panties were damp. Rocking your hips slightly against his fingers, only to receive another harsh slap on your ass.
Nanami cooed against your ear. This wasnât the first time heâd had to teach you another lesson. You tried to embarrass him in front of his colleagues, his students. Itâs only right for him to tame you as a punishment, whether you liked it or not. Clearly, he knew you werenât expecting this as a punishment. Usually heâd fuck you stupid, make you swallow his cock whole till you couldnât breathe. But this time, he calculated the precise steps heâd take to teach you to obey him.
And you were nervous. Trembling shitless like a leaf against his burning touch. You didnât mean to overstep with the jokes and comments you made about him to his colleagues. The bottom of your lip quivered, tip of the pen leaking ink through the page.
âStart writing.â
Striking Neighbor!Toji In The Face
Contains: 18+ content, switch!toji (if you squint), rough!toji, oral sex, age gap (Tojiâs in his 40s, reader in her 20s), no proofread, toji x reader, spit play, degrading, choking, impact play
âT-tojiâ Mmph! Be quiet,â you could feel him grind his bulge against your wet covered cunt. âM-my parents are home..â
It was a stupid idea to sneak your boyfriend in at three in the morning. Your parents still asleep, the house too quiet, and here you were, pinned up against the wall, face buried into your boyfriendâs shoulder as he held you up, one arm holding you up by your ass, the other palm clutched both of your wrists above your head. The floors creaked, picture frames tilt, heaved breaths and foreheads pressed together.
The scatter of clothes all over your floor, Toji ripped your pajama shorts along with your tank top, too eager, he was starved. Heâd been eyeing you all day from his doorstep, watching you purposely bend over to wash the soap off his car, âAlllll most done, Mr Fushiguro.â He could hear the taunt in your voice, spraying water all over your shirt that revealed your breasts. Your parents knew Toji, your dad grew up with the man. Thought it would be a good idea for their daughter to help Toji with whatever housework needed to be done.
âAtta girl,â he whispered, shoving his hardened cock down your throat. âWouldnât wanâ to wake yourâhaaah folks up, do we?â He gripped your hair tight, holding your head down till his cock was deep in your throat. Gagging on his shaft you felt him twitch, tears and snot running down your face, nose buried deep into his pubic hair.
âGonâ stretch this tight thingââ he buckled his hips. âMake sure you learnedââ thrusting his hips up once more. âYour lesson nextâmmph! time..â He hissed, feeling your teeth graze his shaft. He roughly yanked your head back up, hearing your gasps of breath. Snot and saliva coated your cheeks and chin, mascara smudged underneath your eyes. You were the perfect sight, absolutely stunning to him.
His palm met your cheek with force, hard enough to make you moan in pleasure against the impact. The both of you were on your bed, Toji sat back against the headboard, you straddling his lap. Your hand rose, smacking toji across the face. His cheek turned a pink shade, the stung of the impact made his pulse race, feeling him lean into your touch. Both palms tugged at his hair, making Toji flip and pin you underneath him. A swarm of butterflies stirred inside you while you gazed up at him in the pale glow of the night.
âH-harder.â He breathed against your cheek, palm placed on your neck, tightening his grip. âFuckinâ hit me harder, baby.â He shuddered. âN-need itâ need you.â You raised your palm up, struck his face with intensity. âM-more,â and againâ âThatâs allââ and again. âChuâ got?â The last slap was harder than the previous, sending his head to whip and hit the headboard. A loud thump followed, both of Tojiâs cheeks were bruising up, the swell of the tissue turned a crimson shade of red. He could taste blood in his mouth.
Lips clashed with yours, squeezing your hip bone, soft whimpers and mewls escaped past your lips, his palm cupping your cheek, the other squeezed around your neck. You could feel his tongue graze at your teeth, at your gums. Drool trickled down the corners of your lips, tasting metallic. Your body trembled against his, hands shaking against the maleâs chest. His cock twitched between your thighs, pre-cum leaking from the tip.
âW-want youââ he hiccuped, his kisses were so strong, so aggressive and sweet against yours. âTiâ ride me, doll.â Your hands cupped his cheek, hearing Toji hiss in pain. cock twitched more, hips buckled against yours.
âJ-justâ just let me feel you,â he pressed his forehead against yours, soft whispers of pleas left his lips. He was begging, actually begging to be touched by you.
âN-need you sooo badâ feels like Iâm gonna die without yourâ haahâ touch..â
A/N: loveee toji sooo much! Hope you guys enjoyed this short drabble!
Soft!Sukuna takes care of you at a party
Contains: 18+ content, no proofread, shy reader, soft sukuna, fluff?, drugs & alcohol involved, reader slightly greens out, angst, bad friendship dynamic, vulgar language (youâve been warned.)
You never went to a house party before. And here you were, standing outside in the midnight fog, glancing up at the house in front of you. Your friend Shoko wanted you to come with her to this party, constantly over-hyping it up big time. Shoko loved parties, loved the thrill and rush it gave her. You were quite opposite. You hated large crowds, despised alcohol (hell, you never drank before), and hated the idea of how touchy people could get. The only reason you ended up here was because the last time there was a party and you ended up bailing out, you promised her youâd go to the next one.
From outside, you can hear the loud music blasting through the speakers. You glared at the sky and shrugged. You felt stupid putting yourself in this position. âLetâs get this over with.â A sigh left your lips. Earlier that day, Shoko had begged you to only stay for an hour with her and afterwards youâd be free to leave. You were so anxious, not knowing anyone else on campus other than Shoko. You wanted to leave as soon as the clock hit 1am.
Upon entering the house the smell of booze and vomit had hit you immediately, sleeve covering your nose as you kept walking throughout the house, only to be greeted by Shoko.
Clanhead!Toji gets yelled at
Contains: Fluff, no proofread, clan leader Toji, slight argument, obedient Toji, stern reader, submissive Toji (if you squint).
Itâs been a week since youâve been sick. At first you thought it was a minor cough or cold but soon later turned into a spiraling fever, muscle ache, and chills breaking your body into a cold sweat. Some of the elders came by, offering herbs and traditional medicine that was known to heal the sick. Nothing worked. Your symptoms have gotten worse as time went by. Toji was worried. He declared a meeting (yes a meeting) to seek out help for his wife, sending his servants to find fresh herbs like tumeric, ginseng, anything he could possibly find to heal you. After all, he was the head of the Zenin clan. He grown worried sick about you. Every time an elder or servant rushed out of your shared bedroom heâd stop them to ask âHowâs my wife?â The same response heâd received was only âWeâre trying our best, Toji-sama.â
Toji was losing patience. He barged into your shared bedroom, glancing at some of the elders that were offering herbs and wrapping pain relief patches onto your skin. He clutched his hands, moon crescents formed on the palm of his hands.
âLeave! Your herbs have done nothing!â
Rough sex with Sukuna
contains: 18+ content, MDNI, rough sex, squirt, dom!sukuna, slight swearing, dirty talk, reader getting fucked silly, running from it, p in v sex, creampie
The music slammed through the house in heavy waves, bass rattling the walls and vibrating straight through your chest. Every beat thudded loud enough to blur thought, lyrics dissolved by into noise, drowned out by laughter and shouts heard downstairs. The whole evening you were teasing Sukuna, lightly brushing his inner thigh with your hand, slightly grinding on his lap. You wanted to provoke him, to see how long heâd put up with your taunts.
And here you wereâsprawled underneath Ryomen Sukunaâclothes ripped off, lips clashed together as he fucks you raw and slow. Breath hitched, nails clawing his back, eyes rolling back into your skull.
âF-fuck- kuna-â you moaned. âY-youâre gonnâ kill me.â
Sukuna smirked, his slow thrusts soon turned into merciless pounding, lifting your hips up. You could feel the head of his cock kiss your cervix. Every single thrust sent you over the edge, thighs trembling as he continued to brutally rut inside you.
âTake it,â he exhaled. âTake my fuckinâ cock, baby.â
He lazily drew circles with his thumb on the sensitive bud, feeling your pussy pulsate with each thrust. âFuck- look at that,â he hissed. âSheâs milkinâ meâso fuckinâ much.â
You never heard Sukuna utter such words under his breathâballs deep inside your pussy, milky white ring coating his cock. His forehead pressed against yours, one hand gripping your hair tight. He flipped you on your stomach, instantly putting you in a chokehold while he fucked you silly.
âS-so fuckinâ good.â
SLAM!
âFeels soââ
SLAM!
âFuckinâ-â
âK-kunaââ
The suffocating grip on your neck made you see stars, drool dripping on the corners of your lips. Nails clawing the sheets, muffled screams and moans along with the wet sound of your pussy filled the room.
âDonât you fuckinâ run.â
With a sharp yank Sukuna grabbed your wrists, arms pushed behind your back, head shoved in the mattress. The intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with the thick air made your head feel foggy, tears threatened to fall from your face. Teeth biting onto the blanket to muffle your loud cries and moans. âYerâ gonna feel every fuckinâ inch of it,â A harsh slap landed on your reddened ass. âLook at you, fucked all stupid.â
âPussyâs swallowinâ me wholeâ fuck-â Each thrust sent you both towards the edge, cock milking your tight quivering pussy so good. You were so drunk on his cock, ears ringing, heat pooled between your thighs. âGonna take my fuckinâ cum- gonâ hah! Breed you like the slut you are-â Sukuna trembled more as he thrusted into you, quickening his pace, cock twitching he pounded against your cervix once more, cuminâ hard. He bucked his hips, sending you over the edge. Squirt and semen gushed out your tight cunt, a cry leaving your throat.
âYou really thought Iâd let you off that easy?â
Widow Meets Lawyer
Contains: Slow burn, series, angst, Higuruma Hiromi, Nanami Kento, reader is depressed, sad, emotional rollercoaster, Higuruma x reader, widow!reader, reader has a child, mentions of character death, modern world au
After five years since your husband passed you finally managed to move out of that place you once called home. Your daughter nearing the age of four had the striking resemblance to her father, inheriting both his hazel-colored eyes and blond hair. Not a day goes by where you donât think about Kento. After the accident in Shibuya, it was too difficult, too painful to move on. You severed ties with everyone you once knew. Seeing the familiar faces you and Kento had once grown close to felt unbearable. A pair of small arms wrapped around your waist, tiny face pressing into your side.
âWhen can we visit daddy?â
After Kento's death, youâd made it a point to keep him alive in your daughterâs world. Despite her not had the chance to truly know her father or build memories with him herself, you made sure she knew who he was. You told her wonderful stories about the kind of man he had beenâ his quiet strength, his gentle smile, the way he cared deeply in moments when he didnât show it in obvious ways.
You wanted her to understand that, although his life was cut short, his love for her had always existed. And somehow, even without fully knowing him, she still loved him. Not just as a story, but as her dad. She cared for him in the only way she could, holding onto pieces of him you shared, carrying his memory in her heart.
HIII OMG UR WORK IS GENUINELY SO GOOD IM IN LOVE!! i was wondering if u cud do like...distracting toji while hes on the phone...yk like making him loose his composuređ«Łđ«Ł
Aww thank you:) here is the fic! Enjoy.
Can You Focus?
(Based on this request here)
Contains: 18+ content, MDNI, spit play, impact play, toji x reader, toji loses composure, blowjob, needy!reader, manhandling, size difference, running from it, p in v sex, choking, creampie (youâve been warned.)
You knew better.
You knew better than to try distracting Toji while he was on the phoneâ especially when he had that low, business like tone in his voice, the one that meant he was pretending to care soooo much about whatever the person on the other end was saying.
But you were bored.
And heâd been ignoring you for the past ten minutes.
So really, this was his fault.
Toji sat against the couch, an arm slumped lazily over the cushion while his other hand held the phone to his ear. Legs spread wide apart like he owned the room.
Like he owned you.
His brows were slightly drawn, mouth pressed into that flat line like he wanted to sound serious. Focused. Untouchable.
âYeah,â he muttered into the receiver. âThatâs not my problem. Fix it.â
You watched his fingertips comb through his raven hair in annoyance. You eyed his body from head to toe, noticing how his muscles flexed underneath his shirt, his happy trail slightly shown from how low his sweatpants were hanging off his hips.
He lifted a finger without glancing over. One second.
You crossed your arms.
His eyes flickered over.
Just for a second.
âIâm listeninâ, princess.â
Liar.
Another minute went by, Toji resumed his phone call. Your arms crossed against your chest, foot lightly tapping on the floor. A small smirk rested on your lips. If he wasnât going to listenâyouâd make him.
The Lawyer & The Salaryman
contains: 18+ content, MDNI, Nanami x reader, Higuruma x reader, BDSM dynamic, powerplay, choking, spit kink, degradation kink, oral sex, dom!nanami, dom!higuruma, sub!reader (you've been warned.)
"Kneel."
The blindfold covered your eyes in complete darkness. Your clothes were stripped, only leaving your undergarments on. A firm hand pushed your shoulder downwards, dropping you to your knees in obedience. Your breath hitched, feeling the warm calloused fingertips of the large man brush against your neck.
A small whimper escaped from your lips.
"Crawl forward," The male spoke. The sound of another set of footsteps circled around you, feeling another pair of eyes scan all over your body from head to toe. There was someone else here. "What do you think, Higuruma? She still deserves a reward?"
The other male scoffed as he continued to circle around you. Footsteps clanking louder against the wooden floor. He was close, almost too close to you. You could feel the tip of his leather shoe press against the bottom of your chin, tilting your head towards the direction.
"Punishment first."
Brat taming with Nanami
Contains: 18+ content, MDNI, rough sex, squirt, dom!nanami, sub!reader, slight bdsm dynamic, slight vulgar language, multiple orgasms (youâve been warned.)
Nanami loosened his tie, rolling up his sleeves in the process of bending you over against his desk. Your chest pressed against the wooden table, both of your hands sprawled out, elbows stabilizing your weight.
A slight tug on the leash sent the collar around your neck to move along with the males firm grip. Thighs pushed apart by his knee between your legs. You felt his breath against your cheek, excitement rose from inside you, purposefully grinding your ass against his thigh.
A firm slap against your ass shot a jolting sensation of pleasure inside you.
âYouâre gonna write me a full apology letter. Front and back.â
You look down at the empty sheet of paper and pen in front of you. With trembling hands you managed to grip the pen in the palm of your hand. Nanamiâs hand pressed between your inner thigh, his fingers firm but gently caressed your clothed pussy. Your panties were damp. Rocking your hips slightly against his fingers, only to receive another harsh slap on your ass.
Nanami cooed against your ear. This wasnât the first time heâd had to teach you another lesson. You tried to embarrass him in front of his colleagues, his students. Itâs only right for him to tame you as a punishment, whether you liked it or not. Clearly, he knew you werenât expecting this as a punishment. Usually heâd fuck you stupid, make you swallow his cock whole till you couldnât breathe. But this time, he calculated the precise steps heâd take to teach you to obey him.
And you were nervous. Trembling shitless like a leaf against his burning touch. You didnât mean to overstep with the jokes and comments you made about him to his colleagues. The bottom of your lip quivered, tip of the pen leaking ink through the page.
âStart writing.â
husband!Toji helping pregnant!reader
Contains: fluff, pregnancy, no proofread, protective Toji, stubborn reader (youâve been warned.)
A soft sigh fell from your lips, one hand placed on your hip, knees bent while your other hand grabbed Tojiâs shirt that fell to the ground.
You barely had it pinched between your fingers before he clicked his tongue. âHey.â
âItâs just a shirt,â you muttered, already straightening up.
Toji stepped in immediately, one hand steadying your hip while the other grabbed the fabric from your grasp.
âAnd itâs just the floor,â he countered. âWhich I can handle.â
It was near the end of the third trimester, stomach round and full, feet barely seen from the protruding belly that weighed you down with each step. The night gown clung to your silhouette, outlining the large bump.
Resting against the couch, your head tipped back and eyes shut, you let out a slow breath. Palm moved in absent circles over the curve of your stomach, soothing both yourself and the little life nestled beneath your skin. The house was quiet, heavy with that strange stillness that comes before everything changes. You were readyâ more than ready for the baby to arrive. However, Toji loved seeing you pregnant, loved seeing you so full, so soft, carrying something so precious that belonged to you both. Each countdown till the babyâs arrival only made himâhappy of course, but a part of him yearned to freeze time right there.
Toji leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with that quiet intensity heâd never turned off. Another set of braxton hicks came, contractions that were tighter than the last. Your fingers stilled against your belly, breath catching as the pressure continued to increase slightly. It was uncomfortable, small inhales and exhales left your lips to subside the pressure.
Thinking about boxer!Toji coming home to you after winning a match
Contains: fluff, no proofread, boxer toji, slight comedic, reader tends his wounds, sassy toji, injured toji, slight sensitive reader
After Shiu gave him the clear from checking his injuries Toji packed his bag and headed straight home. He knew youâd be worried sick. The match itself wasnât an easy one, he had minor facial lacerations, small abominable pain, but nothing too serious. The match ended in the second round with a knock out. Toji didnât care about the matches he was forced to play, didnât care much about the money. What he truly cared about was making it out alive to go home to you.
Once he arrived to the apartment complex he walked up the steps of your shared home, slipping off his shoes in the process of shutting the front door behind him. A tiny golden retriever pup greeted him at the front door.
âHey there, pretty. Protecting mommy like always, huh?â He cooed, a hand ruffling the pups fur, earning a cheerful bark. Toji walked towards the living room, seeing your figure curled up against the couch. He sat down next to you, nudging your shoulder.
You felt a dip in the couch, immediately throwing your arms around Toji in the process. Grabbing his jaw you examined his minor cuts and bruising, lips trembling.
âMâ fine, baby.â He nudged against your hand. âHurt like a bitch.â You instantly straddled his hips, caressing the back of his hair with your hands. Lips smashed against his, feeling the warmth of his large hands tightening on your waist.
âI was so worried. So scared.â You spoke softly in between the rough kiss, stopping to gaze up into his dark irises.
âYouâre always scared, peach.â He whispered, lips brushing your ear. âGettinâ all worked up fâme.â
You didnât laugh. Mostly because his hand slid up to your cheek and he immediately regretted it the motion, letting out a soft, betrayed groan from his lips like his own body personally wronged him.
âOh my god,â You muttered âYouâre hurting.â
âIâm fine, doll.â Toji said instantly, which was impressive, considering how he was holding his arms around like it was gonna fall off if he relaxed.
He pulled you closer anyway, stubborn as ever, wrapping his arms around you with confidence. Toji was good at hiding pain, but as time slowly went on his confidence had deteriorated within him. The small lingering pain he once had, quickly turned into a nightmare. You glanced down and winced. His knuckles were a crime sceneâred swollen with hues of purple seeping through.
You reached for his hand. He flinched.
You raised an eyebrow.
ââŠFine, huh?â
âTch,â He scoffed. âSeen worse.â
âYou screamed when I touched your face.â
âI did not scream.â
âYou whimpered.â
âThat was tactical.â
You got off his lap, gently guiding him towards the bedroom, Toji continued to act like an annoyed cat. A grumble left his lips, letting you lay him down on the mattress.
âThis is unnecessary.â He said, watching you pull the first aid kit up into your lap.
âYou bled on my shirt,â you softly spoke. âSo now itâs personal.â
Taking his hands again, slower this time, you brought it up towards your lap, dabbing the small cloth on each of his bruised knuckles. Toji watched you like a hawk, jaw clenched.
ââŠYouâre enjoyinâ this,â He scoffed.
A small grin casted on your lips, âImmensely.â
You pressed the ice pack to his hand. He hissed.
âCold,â he complained.
âThatâs ice.â
âI know what it is.â
âThen why are you acting like itâs an act of violence?â
He leaned back with a dramatic sigh, letting his head drop onto the pillows as you continued tending to his hands. âSurvived two rounds in the ring, knocked that guy out cold⊠and now youâre puttinâ me down with disinfectant.â
You wrapped his knuckles carefully with gauze, tying it off neat and snug. Once you finished, you look up, only to find him staring at you, his expression softened, exhaustion creeping in.
ââŠStill worry too much,â he murmured, earning a soft punch to his shoulder.
âSomeone has to.â You muttered.
Pulling you in with his good arm, careful this time. âGood thing itâs you.â
Sleeping with clan leader!Toji was a mistake
Contains: 18+ content, no proofread, p in v sex, angry sex, angry toji, impact play, vulgar language, dom toji, sub reader, slight angst, creampie (youâve been warned).
It was around one in the morning when you heard ruckus from the meeting room down the hall. Toji had been on edge all week, nonstop meetings and sleepless nights. The only time youâd seen your husband was only during the early mornings or when youâd peek through the small windows outside the meeting room. Toji rarely came to bed, rarely ate, rarely spoke to you. He was a busy man and you understood the duties that came with being a clan leader.
Thinking of bf!toji fushiguro fucking you against the mirror
Contains: SMUT 18+, no proofread, rough sex, p in v sex, impact play, vulgar language, creampie
It all started with a little game of cat and mouse. You constantly nagging at Toji and him hearing your complaints. He usually shrugs off your attitude but a part of him got sick of hearing the way you spat his name out your pretty lips, how your arms then folded against your chest as you glared at him.
And here you were, pressed against the large mirror in your bedroom while he fucks deep inside you from behind, filling your tight little cunt up so much, making you feel so, so full. The way his cock constantly kissed your cervix as he thrusts brutally harsh into you.
âI gotten sick of hearin your constant bitchinâ he spat out, his left arm wrapped around your throat while his right hand gripped the back of your hair tightly, forcing you to take in how rough heâs fucking you.
Both of your eyes were so teary, mouth gaped open as drool trickled down your chin from the deep and brutal pounding of his cock, making your thighs quiver as more moans filled the room.
âJ-ji T-too much-â you cried out, trying your best to cross your thighs together, feeling one of his hands pry open your thighs, his fingers rub against the sensitive bud over and over.
âLook at you, stupid slut.â He whispers into your ear, slowly guiding his tongue on your ear lobe then down your neck. âNot much complaininâ now, huh?â He could feel your pussy gripping onto his cock with each thrust, how both of your hands were now clawing at his arms unable to stop yourself from shaking so much as you came hard on his cock.
âThatâs it, keep cuminâ for me baby.â He grunts, a loud SMACK! being sent to your ass as he grabs both of your arms, holding them behind your back with one hand, moving you towards the bed. Your teary face being shoved into the mattress as he ruts inside you.
Your knees buckle against the mattress, stabilizing yourself with only your shoulders. Feeling Tojiâs weight against your back as he leans forward, creating marks as he continues to suck onto the back of your nape. Another SMACK! delivered on your ass.
A jolt of butterflies rushed through you, your pussy twitching as you came, feeling your thighs clamp together. Whimpers and pleas left your lips as you clutch onto tojiâs hand still holding your arms. âF-fuck Ji Iâm gonn-â Your pussy squirting onto his cock, liquid running down both of your thighs.
âShiiit there it iss.â He cooed, quickening his pace. A large smirk on his lips as he thrusts against you, his other hand gripping your hair, tilting your head back while his other hand continued to hold your arms.
âThatâs it, take it baby. Take my fuckin-â he groans loud, slamming his hips once more, cum feeling you up full.
Loud grunts and groans filled the room. He loved seeing you like this, his girl, ruined, and trembling against his touch. Another SMACK! on your ass, all reddened and stung by his touch.
âSo what were you sayinâ about the bills?â
Thinking of husband!Toji takes care of drunk!reader
Contains: 18+ content, standalone, no proofread, fluff, peer pressure, Satoru being a dick, soft toji, alcohol, reader being an emotional drunk, boss gojo satoru, a little angst (youâve been warned.)
For the past few months youâve been busy at work, having no time to eat during breaks, and working overtime. You liked it. You enjoyed working late. It gave you peace since you hated the feeling of being constantly watched. You told Toji youâd be home late, knowing heâd just came back home from a mission.
Iâll be home soon, finishing up some files.
Delivered
Read: 9:10PM
Toji Zenin hearted a message
Some may call you a workaholic, others envy your unhealthily motivation to constantly work. You didnât mind it. Sometimes youâd offer to pick up extra projects in the office, or even work on the weekends when your body so desperately needed rest. You were always at the top of your game when needed to complete a task by the due date, youâd complete it a week in advance. Toji didnât mind the tremendous hours you worked. He was a busy man himself, barely never home, always on missions. He never told you his whereabouts or what type of work he does. It was strange.
You and Toji have been married for the past five years, known each other since highschool but never held a conversation with each other until he found you crying the night of prom when your ex boyfriend dumped you. He could still remember the smudged mascara across your cheeks, how your eyes so teary and soft made you look like a fawn. You were too pretty to cry, too pretty to let that crappy ex of yours treat you like shit. Since that moment on he felt the need to protect and be close to you. He was like your own personal bodyguard in a way. You were quite sensitive and shy in high school, always getting picked on and made fun of. But when the both of you started walking together in the halls, the way heâd glare at anyone who dared to snicker at you, or test you, they knew to back off.
It was around 9:45pm when you finished wrapping up on this weeks report. You were excited to head home. As you grabbed your bag, the sound of a knock startled you. Gojo Satoru- your boss leaned against the doorframe, blocking you from exiting with that stupid grin casted on his face.
âLetâs go out for a drink.â