sex therapy (complete | ao3 . wattpad) :: when your husband canât please you, so someone else does
â characters: toji, naoya, sukuna, geto, choso, f!reader.
daddy's girl (complete | wattpad) :: when you lose your stripper job while supporting living costs for your son, you turn to your protective sugar daddy for support and baby daddy for help
â characters: nanami, gojo, f!reader
international superspy (oneshot) :: nothing more interesting than some mysterious eye-candy dressed up to the nines
â characters: loid, f!hostess!reader.
Hey Jamms đ you haven't posted anything in s long while so I'm just checking in. Hope you are doing great and everything is going well. I also wanted to tell you that I just love all your fanfics đ You are literally the reason I installed Tumblr and created an account here. I've been following you from Wattpad. And I'm just in love with your "My Demon Husband" and "Sex therapy".
Specially Sex therapy was so good and Naoya's ending was so fucking satisfying. Marie (or Mary â I can't be bothered to remember her nameđ) and Naoya deserve each other. I hope both of them gave each other STDs and other incurable diseases đ«¶
I'm soooo late đ„Č Thank you so much for your kind words and for reading my fics!!! That means so much to me. đ«¶
Sex Therapy was such a wild ride!!! Now that JJK Season 3 is out, I'm like, damn Naoyaaaaa you're only hot when you shut up. đ€Ł I hope you are doing well with life when you read my message. xoxo, jamms
if you haven't read sex therapy yet, this is your sign.
to fix your sexual frustrations, a hot and tattooed therapist (toji fushiguro) ends up unexpectedly between your thighs. toji x reader ( x other jjk villains )
âyour husband canât please your pussy the way i can.â
Megumi Fushiguro shouldn't feel awkward, but he did.
With tonight marking the most significant event on the Zenin clanâs monthly calendar, distant relatives and the family conglomerateâs executives convened at a majestic top-floor venue in central Tokyo, the occasion naturally bringing together the countryâs most powerful individuals.
As per usual, every detail in the ballroom had been curated meticulously to exude glitz and glamor. Indeed, Megumi felt like a prince amid a golden age, surrounded by the euphonious melodies from the string quartet, the cluster of high-class individuals in tailored suits and dresses, and the fragrances of honeyed orange blossoms and sweet sage.
Megumi had attended these events plenty. Ever since he could tie his own tie, to be exact (whichâamong the Zeninsâwas something taught early).
His many experiences should have dulled his senses to this eveningâs splendid decorations and live classical tunes. Yet, in the months his father had been estranged from the same household that once again heralded him king, the memories had quickly faded from Megumi's mind, and the teenager essentially found the opulence foreign.
His aunts Mai and Maki had urged him to mingle, but Megumi stood toward the side of the room, shy and aloof as he stared into the human sea ahead.
As much as he tried to seem invisible, Megumi didnât feel invisible as he caught the many eyes sneaking a look at him discreetly, the eighteen-year-old impossible to overlook given his regal-like appearance.
Of course, people took an interest in him.
Now that a) he was an official adult and b) his father returned as the next family leader, Megumi was the second-in-line to the Zenin throne. Exciting? Maybe. Grateful? Surely.
Except, a fidgety Megumi was just a normal teen who would rather be playing video games tonight.
âA blast to the past, eh?â
He glanced over at the unanticipated voice.
To his surprise, Tsumiki slid into the vacant slot next to him and prodded her younger brother's back, knowing how he tried to appear cool and collected when he actually seemed uptight and restricted.
âRelax a little,â she chided with another nudge. Placing her champagne flute onto a nearby table, she smoothed over her lavender ensemble before adjusting the collar on his royal blue mohair suit. âOld habits die hard, hm? Standing in the corner and hoping no one sees you. Donât you want everyone to know how smart and capable you are?â
â...No, not really.â
âWhat? Why?â Tsumiki patted his blazerâs fabric in a finishing move before reaching for her glass again, swirling her drink. âDonât tell me. Is a certain Harvard-bound first-year shy?â
The said soon-to-be college freshman snorted faintly. âAm not.â
âSure.â
As she examined her step-brother from the side, she tiptoed, relaxed her feet, and then tiptoed again. "Only been six months since I've last seen you, but you've certainly gotten taller again, Megumi," she remarked, this time swinging her hand around to compare their heights.
âBecause youâre shrinking early.â
âHey!â
As the two continued their squabble, Megumi realized just how keenly he had missed his step-sister. Despite lacking shared blood by definition, the two had constantly found security in each other, a sibling bond that became especially important amid the recent whirlwind.
Tsumiki had only been home for a week, fresh from her university semester abroad in the United Kingdom. Yet, in this short period: 1) Naoya had been ousted from the Zenin household by no one other than Naobito Zenin himself; 2) Amid the power vacuum, the family elders had turned to Toji to reinstate him as CEO, a decision fueled by both their desperation and regret for having doubted him in the past; and 3) With his father back at the helm, Megumi found himself positioned as the next presumed successor.
Of course, who could also possibly forget Tsumikiâs mom?
Megumi had heard how his step-sister had furiously confronted her mother after seeing the latterâs affair published by media outlets. Since then, he hadnât received any updates, which prompted him to ask: "Where's that woman now?"
âThat woman.â
Even without an explicit mention, Tsumiki knew who he referred to. She stopped swirling her glass and let the flute dangle lazily in her hand.
"I don't know where sheâs been, and I don't care,â Tsumiki admitted, her tone impassive. "I would not be surprised if she moved away from Tokyo once she realized too many people knew her face.â
Megumi figured as much, too.
Anyone who wasnât living under a rock these days could recognize Mari Fushiguro, making her an easy target for verbal harassment on the streets. Netizens online already destroyed her, deeming the woman a slut, a whore, and a homewrecker âtoo easyâ for any Zenin with enough money.
Merciless would be the best word to describe the general public. That much step-siblings knew, especially since both had been on the receiving end firsthand when the Zenin clan cut them off months ago. How fickle those very people could be, too. The same relatives who shamed them now praised them all for the sake of politics, for the sake of money, and little else.
âI heard Naoya left the country, though,â Megumi added, given that the conversation had reached the topic.
âGood for him.â
Tsumiki, on the other hand, did not wish to spend a moment longer thinking about them. She instead exhaled deeply and whirled around, peering into the main hall to observe the multitude of guests enjoying sparkling wine and hor d'oeuvres while chatting about their respective ventures.
As her silence continued, Megumi watched along.
From afar, both noticed their father, encircled by older household members and company directors eager to discuss business matters. Tojiâs return naturally brought him overwhelming attention, andâas an experienced leaderâhe came off as distinguished and dignified as the CEO of Japan's largest conglomerate should.
He greeted approaching guests with his signature charismatic grin, exchanging firm and courteous handshakes that subtly reminded them that these events were more about strengthening business ties than lineage connections.
Megumi and Tsumiki had seen their father like this many times before.
Yet, this evening, the two sensed how his demeanor seemed a touchâŠdifferent.
"Dad's never looked this happy before," Tsumiki noted aloud first.
Her comment stumped him.
Megumi had to pause, his brow furrowing slightly as he thought. Dad being happy? Then, he realized and vaguely beckoned in their fatherâs direction.
"Because of her."
Now was the girlâs turn to appear confused. ââHer?ââ
Intrigued, she followed her step-brotherâs line of vision and didnât need much effort to figure out who he referred to. Standing at the other far end of the hall was a woman who, despite her understated maroon dress and simple accessories, radiated with regality like a princess.
The realization dawned upon Tsumiki.
âIsn'tâŠIsnât that Mister Daisuke L/Nâs daughter?â She knew your father from his many years as the Zenin Corporationâs Chief Operating Officer. As for you, Tsumiki continued to stare hard with curiosity. âThat's the same lady who had been married to Naoya, right?â
Megumi placed his hands into his front pockets, his nails pressing into his palms as he answered. âYes.â
âOh, wow.â
With Tsumiki seeing you for the first time in person, her eyes then began to spark with admiration. She now understood why Naoya Zenin wanted to marry you. Given your polished poise and fluid gestures, you were obviously a woman with a refined background and effortless sophistication, the trophy that her unsavory cousin needed to soothe his small ego and shield him from public scrutiny. Why suffer as an unproven bachelor when he could tout around you?
Detecting his sister's interest, Megumi reached for a glass of apple cider from a serving table and drew in one slow sip. âWhat do you think if she becomes our new mom?â
âWhat?!â Tsumiki whipped her head around, taken back by stupefaction again. âWhere did that come from?â
To play off his curiosity as something casual, Megumi drummed his fingers along his cup. âJustâŠa thought.â
She narrowed her eyes, clearly not believing him for a moment before finally letting him free from her scrutiny. âFrankly, I donât know yet,â she admitted. âThis is only the first time Iâve seen her. I need to speak with her first.â
The teenager paused thoughtfully. "Well," and he hummed, "I approve.â
If Tsumkiâs shock had not been apparent enough, this time, her jaw fell to the tiled floor.
"That's new!â The girl knew she missed out on some developments during her semester abroad, but she could barely process this whole conversation as revelations kept coming one after another, disorienting her with a flood of unanswered questions that dashed through her mind. She had trouble assessing whether Megumi was serious. If this was a prank, Tsumiki would make sure to send him to Mars. âNormally, you're extremely, extremely judge-y with the women that hang around Dad." Not that she could blame him. "What changed?"
And an amused Megumi shrugged.
"If you talk to her, you'll know.â
Toji Fushiguro was the biggest distraction.
As the man of the hour, he commanded the room such thatâdespite your best effortsâyou couldnât stop stealing glances in his direction.
Neither could everyone else.
The situation seemed ironic, really, as many of the same people now commending Toji Fushiguro were the ones who had turned their backs on him in the past. The ideal family figure, some lauded, as others approved of his sharp business acumen, but their gushing admiration reminded you of how quickly loyalties could shift in the face of power. With this, guests all around buzzed like bees as they spotted their renewed leader.
To you, Toji was difficult to ignore because his three-piece suit hugged his broad frame wonderfully. The freshly pressed fabric stretched over his sinewy muscles underneath, his satin lapels underlining his flair. His jet black hair had been neatly gelled back while the ink trailing down his arms peeked from beneath his sleeves. Fatigue slightly wore on his features due to his longer hours at work. Yet, in the end, CEO Fushiguro looked striking, handsome, and undeniably robust.
A whistle interrupted your reverie.
âSomeoneâs staring,â Chosoâs voice rang out as he appeared, his words laced with mirth despite his leveled tone.
Averting your gaze immediately, you then watched him adjust the sleeve to his velvet suit. âI am simply admiring him like everyone else,â you countered, trying to play it cool. âTojiâsâŠjust very popular.â
Choso hummed in pretend contemplation. âAdmiration is one thing, but you looked like you were in a trance, bimbo.â
Just when your mouth turned dry from the inability to retaliate, Sukuna and Suguru popped up in high spirits, the former offering you a raspberry tart while the latter heartily patted your back.
âWhatâs with the frown?â Suguru draped a protective arm around your shoulders and noted your little pout before glancing up at the instigator. âIs Choso bullying you again?â
âI am not a bully.â
âExactly what a bully would say,â Sukuna added this time.
Being stuck in another jest among the three men wasnât something you had planned for, but dismissing their liveliness was impossible. As they traded pointed jabs, you couldnât help but smile, their energy a far cry from the iciness that had defined your days as Naoya Zeninâs wife. Since this was your first Zenin family event without your ex-husbandâs presence, the evening allowed you to realize how much your previous marriage had weighed upon your spirit.
Most notably, the woman you were earlier this year had clung to Naoyaâs empty promises. She swallowed his insults, obeyed his commands, and convinced herself that, despite his belittling actions, he would one day truly love her. That woman had run back to him, apologizing for sins that were never hers to bear, believing that loving him harder could fix what was never hers to fix.
But, due wholly to the support from those around you, that was no longer who you were now.
âWell, what do you think?â
Getoâs question cut through your wandering thoughts, and you blinked rapidly at the unexpected question. âWhat?â
The pink-haired man purred at your cute and confused expression, unable to help himself from stroking your cheeks, the cold metal from his silver rings icing your hot skin. âAw, someone spaced out. Thereâs no fun when youâre not mentally with us too, sweetheart.â
To no avail, you tried to shrink away. âI was just...thinking about how much things have changed. How much Iâve changed, and,â you became shy, âhowâŠlucky I am to have all of you.â
Immediately, the group cooed at your charming comments, complimenting you for being such a âgood girlâ and a âprecious doll,â and how they would do anything to hear sweet nothings from you again.
Even Choso cracked a grin. âWeâre amazing, yes.â Quiet on the outside, cocky on the inside. âWho wouldnât feel lucky?â
Geto elbowed him, a non-verbal sign to shut up. âHeâs not wrong, though. Youâve come a long way. Weâre proud of you.â
Just when you wanted to thank them again, a synchronized shout chimed along.
âWe found you!â
The voices belonged to Mai and Maki. As was typical, the two were keen to converse with you and their animated hands reflected their enthusiasm upon their approach.
As Sukuna, Geto, and Choso stepped aside for them, the twins instantly took the opportunity to link their arms with yours. They dressed in matching cocktail dresses, making them nearly indistinguishable if not for the differences in their updos.
âGirls,â you beamed, happy to spot them. âYou both look amazing as always.â
The younger sister shook her head in modest.
âYou are even more gorgeous,â she emphasized with overflowing vivace. âYouâre glowing these days.â
Mai had to nod in wholehearted agreement. âLooking completely different from how you looked a month ago.â
Forget the opalescent crystals adorning your collar or the subtle makeup highlighting your features. What truly stood out to them was the elegance, assurance, and composure you carried now compared to your timid self from just weeks ago.
Sukuna ran his fingers along the tattoos by his jaw and let out a huff of fake exasperation, wanting them to leave so the therapists could spend more time taunting you. âGuess youâve both grown old enough so we canât just order you to go to the kidsâ table anymore, huh?â
A proud Mai smirked. âGot a problem?â Her outright challenge led her to receive sulking faces as an immediate response. âWe couldnât let you three hog Y/N all night.â
âExactly. Sheâs ours too, you know,â Maki concurred before turning to you. âBy the way, can we still call you our favorite in-law?â
At the question, laughter erupted in a homely and unrestrained rhythm to which you soaked in the heartwarming scene. Even if the world could be selfish and cruel, there were beautiful moments like these when people who werenât bound by blood treated each other like family. They joked around, they laughed together, they fought and argued, but they shared deep loyalty and respect for one another in the end.
Here was where, for the first time in a long time, you felt like youâŠbelonged.
With these thoughts, your sight instinctively drifted across the room and landed on Toji again. He was mid-conversation but seemed to have sensed your stare this time as he turned. When his sharp verdant eyes found yours, your pulse quickened like a mouse caught in the open. What didn't help was how he didnât look away.
In fact, Toji took your wandering gaze as his signal to hurriedly wrap up his current discussions before he walked in your direction with brisk steps.
Several regional managers chased after him, but the observant Sukuna, Geto, and Choso noted the situation quickly and rushed forward.
âWeâre happy to answer any lingering questions,â they interjected, forming a human barricade that closed in on the pursuers. âWe work closely with Mr. Fushiguro and can provide further insights on his behalf.â
With the spotlight shifted away from him, Toji closed the distance between you, stopping just a few steps away. The redolences of bergamot and sage greeted your nose with their familiar velvety, spiced notes as he placed a rough hand against your back, his sudden firm touch nearly lifting you off your feet.
âHey." Even with Mai and Maki obviously there, his green eyes only zeroed in on you. "I could use some fresh air after speaking nonstop for the past two hours. Want to step out onto the balcony with me for a little bit?â
Oh, goodness. Flustered, you didnât expect your innocent stares to lead into this. âIââ you began, but your hesitation bubbled perceptibly. As a result, Maki pinched your elbow, prompting you to brave past your bashfulness and mutter, âSure.â
Toji smiled. âPerfect.â
With that, he swept you away from the waving twins, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back to lead you toward the nearby corridor. He didnât care about the guests who leered in your directions; he rightfully needed a break, and when he brought you outdoors onto the grand terrace, the manâs shoulders visibly relaxed.
He didnât bring attention to himself, though.
âEverything alright?â he asked instead. The wrought-iron railing ahead framed the twinkling skyline below. âI can imagine your previous experiences at Zenin events like these arenât the best, so if you feel uncomfortable, you donât have toâŠâ
His unprompted concern was touching and, when his voice trailed off, you replied by softly shaking your head. âI am doing perfectly fine, don't worry about me. Besides, I have exactly the company that I need here.â
The sincerity in your answer satisfied him, evident in how the tension along his jaw eased. âIâm glad, then. I should check in with you more, shouldnât I? Sorry that Iâve been busy. Sukuna, Geto, Choso, and I have been neck-deep in redeveloping the company.â Distant lights haloed him like some god as he spoke, and he ran a few thick fingers over inked lines on his neck. âOf course, how can I also not thank our new fantastic secretary?â
There was no need to wonder where Tojiâs gratitude stemmed from.
With the therapists thrust back into their roles as corporate leaders, you stepped in to handle their clinicâs appointment schedules and client inquiries. By giving you a renewed purpose in your day-to-day, they were also determined to keep their practices despite their narrowed availabilities, a decision stemming from their dedication to help others during their idle hours. They intended to shift the clinic's focus to more general relationship assistance, which would allow them to broaden their scope and improve the public's favor.
Meanwhile, had it not been for your help, the same four men would not have been able to fully focus on implementing immediate action plans to steer the Zenin Corporation from a public relations and financial disaster. As a result, the company swiftly regained its positive reputation and maintained its position as the nationâs top conglomerate, hardly meeting a dent in total market share despite the shakeup in leadership.
That being said, you didnât hide your playful pettiness. âI deserve way more than verbal gratitude, you know.â
Testy, and Toji took the chance to humor himself as well. âThe answer to that is me.â He winked. âI am already a hundred times a better friend than you expected.â
Some things truly never change. âArrogant as ever.â
âOnly because you know that's true,â and he lolled his head toward his shoulder in pride. âI did let you run your pretty juices in my therapy office, over on my bathroom counter, and inside my executive suite." Hearing him recount all these moments of pure debauchery made you elbow his rock-hard pecs in retaliation, but he continued. "Do you have any idea how much self-restraint a man has to have to let that happen?â
âProbably an immaculate one. Each time, Naoya would ignore me the second after he came.â
âYeah, well, fuck that guy.â Like Toji cared about having a filter. He found no reason to try to hide his hatred for your former husband. âOfficials sent me a note on how that man flew out of the country yesterday afternoon. You donât ever have to think about him again. Youâre with me now, and I warned that fucking bastard to never bother us.â The handsome scar on his lips flexed while he spoke. âAnyway, since you do deserve to be spoiled, you should order all the caviar that you want tonight.â
"Oh?" Impressed by the offer, you jokingly jabbed at his upper arm. "Guess this is what happens once you start making the big bucks again as the Zenin Corporationâs Incumbent CEO and Future Chairman, hm? You weren't this generous before."
Toji frowned. "What do you mean? I've always been a generous man. I gave you my free trial, remember?"
âYes, only a free trial,â you emphasized, letting his words sink in. âWhat happens once that âfree trialâ ends?â
âWell, you wonât have to worry about that. Thereâs no expiration date because I like you enough, princess.â
While the pet name was more than enough to make you giddy, his last remarks were what really had you desperate to hide your frazzled face (which, by the way, Toji noticed anyway). "Don't say that."
"Say what?"
"That you...like me. I get flustered easily."
âDon't act like this is the first time. You know I'm straightforward and honest.â A low chuckle slipped past him since he still found your reaction adorable. âIâm too old for drama and playing with peopleâs feelings. Hey, the cards have always been in your hands. I told you earlier. Iâm up to whatever you want to do. For as long as you want, baby.â
âFor as long as I want, huh?â The midsummer breezes did not help with the warmth creeping up your neck. âIâve already clarified before that I wish for us to be friends for a long, long time. Or, as you have suggested before,â and the following thought made more heat suffuse across your cheeks, ââŠmore than friends.â
âMaybe I would happily say yes to that.â
âJust a maybe?â
He huffed in mock annoyance before tugging at your wrist, and you tumbled into his bodyâs hard planes that you had learned to find comfort in. âDoes this feel like âjust a maybe?ââ
Your ensuing silence answered him, and the serene starry night as you snuggled your head into his steady chest was more perfect than words could describe, a soothing escape from the world. He squeezed you tighter, nuzzling his face into your ear while your heart pounded against your ribcage.
So warm, so big, so safe.
âYou missed me,â he eventually stated with confidence, and his voice turned husky. Because, oh, he knew. He read you like a book, always.
âI did.â
Only the distant hum from the streets below disrupted the stillness. You sensed his contentment when your neck craned to gaze into his mellow emerald hues, and he similarly pulled away to examine your blissful mien in turn. The two of you became lost, lost in absorbing the peace and serenity such that neither of you detected the third presence that came along.
"Um, hi."
Both heads snapped to the side, gawking at Megumi as he walked in from the doorway.
The eighteen-year-old scratched the back of his head, his cheeks dusted with a faint pink as though he felt embarrassed to interrupt a scene he shouldn't have been watching.
Yet, there's a faint smile on his lips.
"Tsumiki wants to meet you."
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Thank you to everyone who read, liked, shared, and commented on Sex Therapy!
This work, over the past many chapters, has accompanied me through many moments and milestones in life, and I sincerely cannot thank you all enough for going through this journey with me, Y/N, Toji, and the therapists. This was my first big project; there were many areas in which I excelled and others in which I could've improved. I also never wanted this story to merely be Character x Reader, so I touched upon themes like healing and self-discovery, societal and business dynamics among the elite, and (the illusion of) power versus authenticity.
I didn't expect this work to blow up on TikTok or Wattpad during the work's heydays nor did I anticipate encountering so many fanarts, fan speculations, and fan videos. (Yes, I see everything!) I am going cherish this work and reader's community forever.
As my life picks up, I hope to write sporadically for fun and will likely publish shorter and more lighthearted pieces. On Tumblr, I also want to share some writing tips I've gathered over time. Please feel free to find me on Wattpad and AO3, too! Whether or not we meet again, I wish you all happiness, health, and success. Lots of hugs and love always. XOXO, Jamms.
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chapter tags/warnings: aftercare. mentions of cum and creampies. other sexual content. nicknames. extremely strong language. corruption. family drama.
word count: 3.9k
notes: the last chapter was 97% smut. oops. plot? literally, what plot? well, here is the plot. also, happy new year's eve and new years! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo
With sweat stuck onto your forehead and spit plastered across your chin, you panted like an overheated dog. Such were the consequences of dealing with too many hands, cocks, and men.
After the sinful fiasco with your sex therapists, your body quivered from exhaustion.
Not to mention, you had been stuffed.
Holding in a potent cum concoction within your womb, you did your best to keep the fluids in, but the sheer volume forced a slow dribble to slide down your plush inner thighs.
You winced from the unwelcome cool against your warm skin, feeling flustered, frazzled, and disheveled.
Sukuna thumbed the dried tears that streaked your cheeks, Geto carded his hand through your hair, and Choso massaged the sore spots on your soft ass, all cooing about how youâve been an angel for them and that maybeâŠyou all should find time to do this again.
When the three dressed themselves and stepped out eventually for a cigarette, they left you looking at your window reflection, in which you noticed how makeup smudged across your cheeks and how fluids coated your neck and chest.
Never had you felt this...deranged.
Yet, absolutely nothing could be compared to the hot mess that was the Toji Fushiguro whom you straddled.
The man lolled his head back with a low groan and ran his thick fingers through his scalp. His dark strands had become drenched in perspiration and clung to his face's rugged planes. Blistering in his formal attire, he tossed his charcoal blazer aside, undid his knotted tie, and stripped off his button-down. His chest, dusted in a healthy pink shade, heaved. After his pleasure, he still looked like a Greek god in his shame.
Despite all your egregious encounters with him, you still flushed when seeing his bare-chested body. His formalwear might be different from his usual black T-shirt and white lab coat, but he hadn't really changed. He was still fit and subtly edgy with the designs that swirled around his chiseled upper body.
Amid the tattooed tapestry, your gaze once again became drawn by the inked phoenix that rose victoriously from ashes, a symbol that seemed like a parallel to Toji himself. Resilient. Indestructible. Enduring. Both confronting and overcoming challenges, standing stronger and more determined despite their struggles. Each feather branded across his torso held wordless stories about not only his triumphs but also his scars.
âPrincess likes what she sees?â
Toji's sudden interjection surprised you. Fuck, he's caught me staring.
After you ogled at his body for too long, the man had naturally taken note, andâwith you, of courseâhe simply had to tease.
"Your tattoos suit you," you had been forced to admit. Not that you lied.
In response, his green eyes held a gentle glister that contrasted with his animalistic actions mere moments ago. "Thatâs cute. Thank you."
He reached over your shoulder for a tissue and dabbed at your collarbone.
"What are you doing?"
"Cleaning you up," answered Toji promptly. With the napkin, he soaked up sins, wiping away at the unholy mixture between sweat, spit, and semen as though they never tainted your perfect body in the first place. "That's the least I can do."
He worked in silence, slightly hunched in his seat, the scattered light from the above chandelier casting sharp shadows over his angular face. Wisps of jet-black hair framed his temples as he hung his head in focus, his breathing turning steady. Toji looked so normal, like he wasn't some sex therapist or some important corporate executive or an heir to a multi-billion fortune.
In this one, singular moment, Toji was just...Toji.
"Why are you doing this?" you asked suddenly.
"Doing what?" Mistakenly, he assumed you referred to how he sought another napkin, this time to wipe at the trickle that ran like white lava down your thighs. âWe made a mess."
"No, not that. Why did you become my therapist?" Of course, you did not forget your first encounter with Dr. Fushiguro, particularly how Toji ripped your new patient form to literal shreds the moment he noticed your last name. âYou could've kicked me out of your office that day and left me miserable, but you didn't. Why?"
He slowed in his motions and his hot breath skimmed over your upper lip.
Then, he smiled faintly. "Can I abstain?"
This was his hint that the answer wouldnât be something you liked.
"No." You still wanted to know. "Tell me, please."
Despite your reassurance, he seemed reluctant, his jaw working as he trapped his tongue piercing between his teeth.
"Because you were tooâŠinnocent," Toji eventually admitted. He sounded earnest, but he gave you a cautious glance like he wanted to gauge your reaction. "A pretty lady coming to see Toji Fushiguro because his little cousin Naoya Zenin couldn't please you properly? Clearly, you've never had a proper fuck. I wanted to completely ruin you, baby. I wanted to use you. And, shit, that pussy made me want to keep you for myself forever. Sure, I also had a two-timing ex, but who cares about my little cousin's mistress when I had his wife in front of me?"
Even though you braced for a brutally honest response, hearing his words firsthand stung.
Yes, you were naĂŻve back then. However, to hear your closest confidant admit his initial, manipulative motives jabbed at your sensitive heart.
From your husband to your therapist, you were constantly a pawn on another person's chessboard. Yet, the worst part was that you didn't notice the game until much later.
"I am sorry," Toji started again. Perceptive as usual, he noticed how your mood suddenly soured. "I had all these shitty intentions because Naoya fucked me over, so I wanted to take my anger out on you. But, when I realized that youâre just an oblivious puppet in his play, I wanted him to realize that he was mistreating you, and," one long exhale, "most importantly, I truly did want to help you."
Mulling over his words carefully, you sank your face into his shoulder. "Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"
âNo, I am being honest," and the dark green in his eyes reflected that. "I didn't expect to ever see you again after our first session. Thought you got scared off for good until you called me to book another appointment. Honestly, at that point, people suspected you to be Naoyaâs lap-bitch and spy. Hope that explains the shitty attitudes from the other therapists and my son." Toji flicked the dirty tissue into the wastebasket. "I defended you, though, if that means anything. I thought you were nice and entertaining and, as I've pointed out numerous times, that you deserved better. What I didn't think was how I would end up bringing you into," and he motioned around with his head, "all of this.â
Breathing in slowly, you took in the man's heavy bergamot scent and allowed his warmth to anchor you.
âSo, how do you plan to use me now?â
Among your incessant inquiries, this question must be the most pointed.
Toji, realizing this, gazed ahead. Momentarily, you wondered where his thoughts had wandered off to this time, his focus on the ceiling sharpening for a moment before he reverted his attention back.
"There is no plan to âuseâ you, sweetheart. Because you mean a lot to me," he still responded with great conviction. "You are cherished."
Beneath the rough edges in his features laid a softnessâa softness that you started to become familiar withâas he brought his hands to your hip.
âLive a happy life without Naoya," he added eventually. "You don't need me and the other therapists anymore. Only brokenhearted and anguished people are our clients, so forgetting about us should be easy."
Was it wrong to feel even more hurt when you heard that?
Literally one moment ago, Toji was telling you how much you meant to him. Now, he was telling you to go?
"Client or not, I thought we were friends. You even told me once that I'm somebody special."
âYou are," he responded matter-of-factly. "You are very special. Which is why I am not going to force you to hang around or anything. That way you donât think anyone is âusingâ you. You're young and capable, and I want you to live your life as you wish.â Then, his voice became uncharacteristically soft. âBecause I care about you.â
As nonchalant as he tried to come off, Toji also sounded so...broken.
Plenty of peopleâplenty of womenâcame in and out of Toji's life. Megumi had said so himself, admitting that his father used to 'sleep around a bunch' after his biological mother passed.
Since then, Toji had probably gotten used to how the women he encountered only wanted him for his name, his wallet, orâyes, to put things bluntlyâhis dick. Tsumiki's mom would be the best and most recent example.
But, you wanted to heal Toji as much as Toji had healed you.
"There's something Megumi told me the first time I stayed over at your apartment," you began suddenly.
Toji arched a brow, the tendons by his neck taut. "Is that so?" Knowing his angsty son, he sounded curious but moreso concerned. "Like what?"
'Are you going to marry my dad?'
No, you would die from embarrassment before you could admit that.
"Megumi told me about what happened to his mom, your first wife."
"Ah." Beneath you, Toji tensed up. His tongue darted over his scar like he wanted to continue, but no words came out.
So, he stopped and waited for you to continue.
"I...am really sorry to hear about what happened to her."
In the end, Toji tilted his head, a small but obviously sad smile playing on his lips.
"That's years ago." He tried to sound like losing his first wife in a freak accident didn't haunt him anymore, but you knew that the catastrophe still did.
"Well, Megumi also told me about what your relationships with other women were like since then," you resumed. "Particularly about your second wife."
This time, you truly stumped him. "I see."
"Unlike her, I am not going anywhere," you asserted and tightened your hold around him. "No one is forcing that decision upon me, either. Since you want me to 'live my life as I wish,' my wish is for us to be friends for a long time...and for the same reasons friends want to be friends."
"Is that genuinely what you want?"
"Yes. Truly."
Whether due to your common backgrounds in the Japanese aristocracy or the juxtaposition he offered to your ex-husband, Toji had become your haven. He grounded you after your emotional tumbles and uplifted you with compliments and praiseâlike an anchor, an unyielding outlet with whom you could share your pains and transform your frustrations into something lesser.
Whenever you had needed him most, Toji had been there.
Always there.
Consequently, you hoped to be the same for him.
When Toji cupped your jaw with a large hand, you slowly pressed your cheek into his palm.
âYou care a lot about others but forget to think about yourself,â you went on, criticizing him in a light tone. There was also a question that you had been meaning to ask. âLike, why did you agree to take on the CEO position again after experiencing the Zenin family and your past?â
His fingers flexed slightly into your skin.
âMy decision is not about the people who wronged me, but rather the people who depend on me,â he clarified after a beat, his voice lowered like he confided in himself as much as in you. âI look at Mai and Maki, whoâve been treated like garbage their entire lives. I think about Megumi and Tsumiki, who deserve a world with the best opportunities. For them and for others, I want to create a future with something better. â
Which reminds you.
For the therapists, taking on renewed roles within the Zenin Corporation would be concerning given that they have previously faced accusations of neglecting the business in favor of their own pursuits.
âWhat will happen to sex therapy?â
Naoya Zenin returned to his apartment lobby tossed (yes, tossed) following a blindfolded car ride home.
To some degree, he wished he hadnât come back at all sinceâafter retrieving his phone and searching the Internetâhe discovered a new reality where media spokespeople, online netizens, and business leaders welcomed his cousinâs return to leadership while denouncing his own.
It was like the universe had been waiting to have Naoya reckon with his misconducts all at once, for he never fully understood the consequences of his sins until his face appeared over news websites, tabloid front pages, and social media feeds.
Even when he had business to attend to the following day, he could hardly push past his apartment entrance without being swarmed by meddlers who somehow had gotten intel on his address. Naturally, many people wanted to hear directly from the businessman who had fallen from grace, especially when the company he once led was one of the largest market players in the Asia-Pacific region. First came the paparazzi, the blinding white flashes from their cameras all seeking to capture his face. Then came the other onlookers, jeering with many insults his way.
âA scumbag is what you are. A disgusting cheater!â
âYou don't even deserve a penny of your net worth!â
âYour company, colleagues, and family deserved better!â
'Someone like Toji Fushiguro!'
The moment Naoya reached the backseat of his sedan, he smashed his phone in one savage blow, startling the chauffeur as the gadget's screen shattered. Didnât matter. He had the money to replace that by noon anyway.
Meanwhile, with white-gloved hands on the wheel, the driver tried to hide his tremor.
"A-Are you oâ"
"To the corporate headquarters," Naoya ordered. "Put your fucking foot on the pedal or the next thing I'll be blowing up is you."
"Yes."
Well, that shut him up.
Thanks to that, Naoya arrived at the Zenin Corporation headquarters in record-breaking time, but he encountered yet another human barrage. People shouted over one another, some even pushing microphones toward his face, as the crowd followed him like a gaggle of geese while he walked into the lobby.
He kicked the turnstile (as if that would change anything), and a steely voice interrupted his anger.
"Naoya Zenin, sir," a woman in a security uniform began, "you are no longer with the corporation and are causing a disturbance. Please, leave."
The blonde snapped his badge back into his palm before tucking both hands into the front pockets of his pressed pants. He sauntered forward slowly, making sure that the woman noticed the difference in their height. "No, I won't. I have an appointment."
"Please," she barged in again, unintimidated by his taller frame. Her voice this time was more stern as she glanced over at the nearby swarm. "You're creating a commotion on private property.â
Did he look like he cared? "My family's private property."
"Sir, Iâ"
"Heâs with me." With a third voice joining the conversation, both turned around as no one other than Toji Fushiguro himself walked over. "I invited him for a private meeting. Allow me to escort him."
The antagonism that the security woman had with Naoya vanished completely as she apologized profusely to the older man, and the blonde found her switch in character fucking deplorable and insulting.
After a brief exchange, Toji looked over. âThank you for arriving on time. I was worried you missed my text since I sent the message very early in the morning. Let me bring you upstairs.â
Despite receiving a smile, Naoya didnât like the belittling and patronizing tone that made him feel like a child who needed a chaperone or a beggar who needed a savior.
Nonetheless, he followed in tense silence.
When he walked into the designated conference room, Naoya tried to not look surprised to also see his father and your father in the same vicinity as well (although, given that they were the Board Director and the Chief Operating Officer, respectively, that shouldâve been expected).
He had to look away from their cold gazes and instead took the seat closest to the door. âWhy do you want to talk to me?â
Toji, on the other hand, settled at the head of the table and crossed one leg over his knee. âThis meeting is a courtesyââ. One you donât deserve but here we are. Weâll be brief.â He leaned across the table, sliding over a sleek black folder. âLater today, the Zenin Corporation will hold a press conference to address our organizational and management changes. In this binder are terms for your settlement. We would like you to accept the proposal, leave, and never associate yourself with the Zenin name again.â
When Naoya saw the documents inside, he wanted to laugh right then and there. âThis is a shitty offer that practically gives me nothing.â
What else did you expect? Tojiâs unwavering expression seemed to say.
He even opened his mouth to speak, but a much coarser voice spoke first.
"Because you did that to yourself,â Naobito explained. âAs of now, your actions have stripped you of everything and youâre still scoffing at someone elseâs generosity? Youâre a selfish manipulator who has jeopardized our stakeholdersâ trust. Our family name will not tolerate your presence moving forward!"
"Listen, Fatherâ"
"Mr. Zenin to you!"
Naoya could not believe he was related to the much older man in front of him. Except for their common features, the duo shared absolutely nothing including warmth for each other.
Which, to the blonde, was ridiculous. Because how could his parent not view the situation from his lens? No one understood the struggles that tormented him since his childhood and the reasons his anguish turned into greed.
"This isnât fair.â Naoyaâs voice rose, trembling with barely contained anger as he shoved the folder away. âI canât understand you, FaâMr. Zenin. Why? Why does everything that Toji touches turn to gold in your eyes? The world welcomes him back like heâs a prodigy, and you hand him everything on a silver platter. But then, why canât you defend your one and only son in a situation like this? AnythingâŠanything I do, to you, is not enough.â
With his chest heaving, Naoya had to pause and catch his breath. He didnât want to admit that he was on the verge of another outburst, only to be met with no sympathy in return.
"You and Toji have never been in the same position. Not now, not before, and not ever.â As the Chairman made himself clear, his voice cut through his sonâs rant like a blade. âWhile no one is perfect, Tojiâin the past and presentâearns respect by owning his failures and proving his worth. Due to his teamâs work in the last twenty-four hours, he stabilized the company, helping us avoid an immense drop in our market value and cancellations from our business partners.â In addition to his utter disregard for his sonâs feelings, Naobito even mocked him with a scoff. âMeanwhile, you donât play by the rules, boy. You exploit them to suit your needs, and when something backfires, you blame everyone but yourself. Toji didnât come back because I handed him anything. He came back because he knows how to make amends.â
Stop.
Naoya wanted this mental torture to come to a fucking stop.
His fatherâs scorn was bad enough, but the comparison to Tojiâalways Tojiâwas like salt ground into an open wound. What made the situation a hundred times more humiliating was how his older cousin sat across the table with a nearly indiscernible smirk on his face.
Yet, what could he realistically do when the Chairman went on?
âIn my entire life, I only requested from you one thing,â Naobito added. âPower and money did not interest him when compared to his daughter, so the one promise I made is that you would love her.â âAnd what did you do?â
Precisely not that.
The pointed change in topic made Daisuke L/N sit forward uncomfortably.
"Be honest with us, Naoya," he said. "Aside from marrying my daughter to legitimize your position in your family and company, what other intentions did you have?"
The man stared ahead with a solemn expression because, in that moment, he wasnât the Zenin Corporationâs Chief Operating Officer but merely a father.
A father who had been promised a dependable and loving son-in-law, not a cruel and ruthless deceiver.
Naoya shrugged.
"My original plan was to have your daughter for as long as I deemed her useful. Maybe until my old man kicked the bucket and I became the head of the Zenin household? Or, if I liked her enough, maybe longer? I don't know, not that I really cared." Naoya didn't give a shit that he sounded like a total sociopath. As a grown man, he could make his choices in speech. "But, what I did care about is how people only noticed me when I had thatâŠthatâ"
At that, Toji had to cut him off. âYouâve said enough. Weâre done here.â
âIâm not finished.â
âYes, you are. As I mentioned earlier, this meeting is only a courtesy.â
Toji rose from his seat and adjusted his blazer, the other executives doing the same but with pursed frowns. When the Chairman and the COO left quickly in silent rage, Toji followed them and gestured toward the black folder again on his way out.
"Anyway, all the legal documents are in there. Can read through them, if you care. You have the next hour to inform my secretary of your decision. My advice is to accept our offer since no legitimate company in the Asia-Pacificâor anywhere else in the worldâwill want you now. You ensured that for yourself."
Toji walked to the exit in precise and confident strides, but just before disappearing into the halls, he paused.
"Oh, but one last request.â Except what he said next wasnât a request, but a demand. âNever show yourself to us or anyone we care about again. Take this as a warning."
Then, the door clicked shut.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Naoya stood up.
âGod fucking damnnit!â he hollered at the top of his lungs like a mad maniac. His hand shot out, sweeping the papers off the table violently, sending them scattering across the floor.
He hissed and seethed. How he hated this feeling. His current ordeal had been his wake-up call to realize that merely being born into status didn't mean he would be invincible.
If only he hadnât let his unchecked arrogance blind him, then his life trajectory would have played out differently!
âŠOr maybe nothing wouldâve changed at all.
Because perhaps, all these years, Naoya Zenin had been trying to grasp onto something that was never meant to be his.
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end notes: This is my final update for the year, and the next chapter will be the final chapter for this entire fic. I'll save my sentimental notes for later because I don't want to get sappy, but I wish everyone love, hugs, and good health forever and ever! Side note: I am very bad at updating the below taglist, sorry!
summary: a very self-indulgent chapter/pseudo-oneshot. **naoyaâs ex-wife becomes tojiâs girl. everybody wants a taste, and why not have the younger cousin watch the show?** alternatively, a gangbang with tattooed dilfs and dilf-adjacents.
chapter tags/warnings: five-some, gangbang, sex on tape, gun play (becoming a gun slut), cum play, breeding, creampies, exhibitionism, edging, degradation, praising, mentions of violence (murder, knives, guns), multiple orgasms.
word count: 5.5k
notes: happy kinktober and thank you for waiting! this started off as a concept (in my mind for a year-plus) and evolved intoâŠa monster. too many men, too many hands, too many cocks. got lost in the sauce. despite being a smut chapter in a long fic, this update is borderline porn-without-plot. likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo
Naoya woke up in a dark room and to a throbbing headache.
Where�
He looked around the unfamiliar surroundings slowly, blinking past his grogginess to register what almost looked like a crime movieâs interrogation room and groaning when the wrong angle to his head caused a sharp pain in his shoulder.
Only him and this...random dinky chair he found himself tied up to.
Wait.
Tied up to?
Right. From what Naoya could last recall, he had been stopped by two men who took him out with a single strike.
In a vain attempt to set himself free, Naoya tugged at his limbs which were fastened behind him with sturdy cords. He twisted and turned, then twisted harder and turned even harder, until an unexpected voice startled him.
âYouâre awake.â
Naoya went still.
Having zero visual stimuli sharpened Naoyaâs other senses a little. He could feel the labored huffs in his breathing, hear the heavy footsteps that began in the chamber, and even taste the smoke that lingered in the hazy air.
Leering towards the door, Naoya quickly recognized his captors as they approached.
"Donât give us that foul look, sleepyhead," the taller one whom he remembered as Eso announced as he slowly stopped in front of the scowling blonde. He had on him a wide and nefarious grin. "You had passed out for the last few hours. During that time, you could've been beaten. Or better yet, dead." He glanced up. "Right, Kechizu?"
His accomplice, who stopped on the opposite side, replied with a firm nod. From seemingly nowhere, he had pulled out a pocket knife and grazed the icy blade against Naoya's neck. "Ya feel that? I've been wanting to slit your throat, but I haven't. Lucky, lucky duck. Not everyone is this fortunate. All because our big bro Choso is being super nice to you."
Aware that a wrong move would cost him a jugular vein, Naoya listened intently. Since he worked with the other sex therapists before, he indeed recalled how his former colleague led a tightly-knit assassin ring, in which the members deemed each other 'brothers.'
Kechizu prodded Naoya again with his blade. "Big bro's the only reason you're still alive. Although, I don't know why you'd want to still be breathing now that the whole world knows you've been bumping uglies with your older cousin's ex-wife."
Eso hummed in agreement. "Well, at least for now," he began and he gestured around in vague motions, âyou're already in paradise!â Then, he paused. âWell, correction. Here is where we send people to paradise. Or, more likely, hell.â
Noticing how Naoya uncharacteristically froze, the two snickered. In fact, they likely would've continued snickering if not for a shrill tone that pierced the air. The laughter stopped.
Eso's charcoal eyes flicked downwards.
"Left pocket, Kechizu."
The other man obeyed, lowering his knife (and thus giving Naoya an actual chance to breathe) before grabbing the phone from Naoya's blazer. A notification lit up the screenâa message, from you.
âShe sent a video.â
Eso and Kechizu intentionally held the screen away, and their face quickly lit up with a sinister smile when they previewed the file. âOh, yeah. Let's watch.â
âCome join us, sweetheart.â
You thought you were discreet.
Lingering at the doorway, you had been peering into the Zenin Corporationâs CEO Suite like a lost duck. This past afternoon, news about the leadership changes within Japanâs largest conglomerate had spread like wildfire across business and politics networks across the globe, announcing that Naoya Zenin had been forced to resign with Toji Fushiguro reclaiming his position as head of the company.
For the latter, you had questionsâmany questions. However, an inundated Toji was difficult to approach as he spent his entire afternoon in the office with his also-reinstated directors Sukuna, Geto, and Choso. From your observations, the men had been milling around the table, speaking to each other in hushed but decisive voices in conversations that must remind them of their days managing the Zenin Corporation before Naoyaâs takeover.
They all appeared ridiculously handsome with their expensive custom-tailored suits that emphasized their muscular physiques and complemented their towering heights. Surrounded by legal documents and business reports, they carried themselves differently, too. More mature, organized, and serious, especially after hectic meetings with the Chairman Naobito Zenin, your COO father, and internal and external stakeholders had left etches on their calculating faces.
Now, however, Toji Fushiguro had caught sight of your quivering form at the entrance, and soon enough, all eyes turned to you. When you didnât respond to his first invitation, the executive approached you in confident strides.
âWhy do you look so shy?â
At the unanticipated attention, you averted your gaze onto the floor and tried to slink away into the hall slowly. âYou all seemed occupied, and I didnât mean to interrupt.â
âYou're not interrupting anything," he clarified. "We have some time now.â
He tugged your wrist softly, which was all that you needed to follow him like a fawn into the room and crumble onto his lap once he sat down. Despite his dress pants, the warmth from his thighs heated your skin, and Toji nuzzled his face into your neck. His gravelly huffs sounded like all the other times you had heard him rasp, moments followed by endless endearment.
"About Naoya," the older man brought up from seemingly nowhere. You tensed at the name while Toji's cordial lips assuaged you. "Chosoâs brothers are making sure heâs not going to do anything funny. We can't have him around as we are transitioning the company. As for you...knowing my cousin, he's going to keep claiming you as his property unless you get through his dense head," and his viridescent pupils flicked upward, "and the only way to do that is to show him.â
Although you didnât know exactly what he meant, Toji hoisted you in one fluid motion onto his desk and sprawled you across the surface. He pushed your thighs apart, prompting sharp breaths that echoed in the room as onlookers raked their eyes down your figure. Some (namely, Sukuna and Geto) peered down shamelessly, while others (just Choso, really) tried to come off as cool and observed quietly. Nonetheless, the message in their perverted gazes was clear: what they wouldn't give to kiss you, bite you, and mark you right then and there.
Just as you shrank a little from the overwhelming attention, Toji reached for your phone and pressed the device firmly into your palm.
âLetâs send him a message.â Tojiâs eyes locked onto yours, unflinching and sharp.
You blinked, raising an incredulous brow. âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me.â Leaning forward, Toji offered a clear view of the ink scrolling down his neck, his exhales warm against the beading cold sweat on your forehead. âOpen up the camera. Let's send Naoya Zenin a surprise.â He gently pinched you. "Like I said, that idiot wouldn't understand shit unless you slam the idea into his dumb skull.â
You hesitated, glancing down at the phone in your hand.
âA photo won't be enough, by the way. We need a video. He won't get the fucking idea unless he sees and hears the proof.â When you complied, Toji turned to the colleague closest to him. "Wanna do the honors, Suguru?"
The said man came forward eagerly, the obsidian in his eyes sparkling. "'No' is never my answer to you, sir." Given your compromising position, he had the easy option to tear your lacy panties and stuff himself into your core except he wanted to take his time.
"I heard a lot about you." His compliments were all purrs that sent hot shivers shooting through your veins. "Mind if I take a go at you, too?"
After being passed between his three other colleagues, you must admit that you had at least thought about what sex with Geto was like, too. "Please."
At the permission, the man smiled and bunched your underwear to one side. The cold air hitting your drenched cunt made you shiver, but the collective groan in the room rumbled even louder, a reminder of the many men around you. Men who were being patient for you. Men who could not stop thinking about you. Men who, because of your ex-husband, had been holding grudges against you.
Geto pulled down his boxers just until the waistband fitted snugly under his balls. His cock stood proud with precum dribbling down his length as he positioned himself in the comfy spot between your thighs. He pressed against the table until his knuckles turned white, aligning himself with your entrance.
Without extra stimulation, your saturated folds welcomed him easily and you gasped loudly at the intrusion.
"Shit, youâre soaking," Geto sighed softly as you clenched around him, swarming his veins with gratification. He tipped his head forward, his loose strands framing his face. âTell me to stop if youâre uncomfortable, okay?â He was so sweet, so kind. You nodded and hazily recognized that this was what making love was supposed to feel like: tender, gentle, and loving. This was Suguru Geto's charm.
Before you could say more, an opportunistic Sukuna took his place above you. He moved quickly, undoing his belt and tugging hastily at his trousers, humming loudly with relief when he pulled his pants down and his massive cock sprang free. Despite being jostled by another man, you swabbed at the bubbling precum before pushing your thumb into your mouth, relishing his clean and salty tinge on your tongue.
Amused, Sukuna chuckled darkly. "What a fucking tease," he crowed, then patting your cheek. "C'mon. Open up, baby. Let me get to the back of your throat."
With little resistance, he popped your jaw open and sank his massive girth into your mouth. Gradually, you bobbed your head back and forth, letting your tongue lick every millimeter to him. He, likewise, pushed his hips forward, bringing your nose flushed against his well-trimmed patch of pink hair. He plucked the recording phone from your hands, and you sensed him tapping on the screen to focus on the erotic display where your bodies connected, your sinful lips accepting his fat cock with ease.
"You are such a good girl." Sukuna Ryomen confirmed, his movements mind-numbing as though he wanted to breed your esophagus. He wrapped a hand around your windpipe, constricting your airflow and causing you to gag. "Brat looks like a goddamn goddess sucking dick. Isn't that right, Choso?"
No response.
Curious, your pupils rolled to the side.
The assassin's the man you feared the most.
He was quiet, always guarded, his mysterious eyes pulling you in like two black holes. You could never know what heâs thinking about, although you lucidly remember his crooked obsession with 'disciplining' you.
"Hey, honey.â Geto's deft fingers suddenly gripped your chin, forcing your gaze to return to him. âPay attention to us, m'kay?"
You hummed in response, Sukunaâs dick still bulging visibly in your throat.
"I donât want you to lose focus," an overly aroused Suguru went on to explain. He breathed heavily. Shaking. Or maybe that was you? He clutched your love handles harshly before he pulled out and stepped to the side, making you stroke himself with your delicate hands instead. Briefly, you assumed that Geto preferred handjobs and wanted to ejaculate onto your breasts, only to get your answer when your puffy clit came into contact with the sharp coolness fromâŠmetal?
"Choso," Toji's harsh voice warned.
Brought back to your senses, you looked down to see Choso using the fluids to lubricate...his gun. You recognized the weapon, the same one you had seen in his car. The same one he would use to kill. All air in your lungs left swiftly. What the actual fuck. Sheer mortification was the only reason you didn't have the guts to do anything (because, if Choso became irritated enough, he could pull the trigger and then you would have no guts at all), and your silence only gave him a reason to continue defiling you into his personal gun slut.
He stared at his boss with an unperturbed frown. "You know I like her too much to hurt her."
A squeal tumbled past your lips when the pistol's freezing barrel pressed past your tight hole. Although you partially expected Toji to warn the weapon-wielding man again, Toji instead leaned forward in his chair, jaw resting on his fist. He could seem more concerned, but the mirthful glimmer in his emerald eyes said otherwise.
Meanwhile, Choso's piercing gaze alone made you sweaty, your forehead turned glossy with a sheen. He lazily massaged your inner walls, your warm arousal coating his cool metal before leaking onto the table, the only struggle now was how your body involuntarily twitched. To your fascination (and horror), pleasure began to build with each too-hard pass of his barrel. There were just too many sensations going on. Messy mouth deepthroating one cock, slicked hands stroking another, and sloppy cunt taking in a gun. You did your best to give everybody equal attention because you were a desperate crowd-pleaser, not wanting anyone to feel left out.
With your back arched from the table, you became increasingly frantic, demonstrating through feverish movements that all you were was their obedient little bitch. All these hands on your body, skin on your skin. You felt them all, the senses exhilarating and fascinating.
Toji sternly interrupted from seemingly nowhere. âI can tell from your movements that you want to cum, donât you?â Maybe, but you were too overwhelmed to focus solely on your pleasure. Nothing that your therapists couldn't help with. Leaning over, Toji snaked an arm around your body to press tight circles at your engorged clit. "Be selfish for a little bit," he coaxed. "Cum for us."
His permission sent you immediately vaulting over the edge, your whole body spasming as an orgasm tore through you. Your lips parted, but you didn't scream. Your eyes shut slowly and rolled to the back of your head as every millimeter in your fragile body unraveled completelyâfluttering, cramping, and shuddering.
Your ears became blessed with chorused laughter and praise.
Choso inspected your copious juices that suddenly coated his gun, a translucent thread trailing from the barrel to your now-exposed cunt. Reaching over, Sukuna wrapped his hand around Choso's forearm. He leaned into the pistol and parted his lips, swirling his tongue slowly around the barrel. His maroon eyes were half-lidded, giving him an almost lazy yet focused look as he dragged his tongue along the metal, lapping up your precious essencesâthe syrups rich and just a bit tangy. Drooling and sucking like a little kid with a lollipop, Sukuna didn't care that his spit trailed from the metal down to the other man's wrist and flipped the camera to selfie mode to capture the action.
Towards the end, his tongue swiped over his lips, leaving a luster from your elixir that coated his mouth. âSo fuckinâ sweet.â
After another generous lick, he swished the concoction in his mouth before pinching your chin, and your mouth propped open. Pleased, he hummed when you stuck your tongue out, showcasing just how naughty you were. He drooled the spittle into your mouth, the saline taste blossoming on your taste buds, a thread of spit connecting your chin and his.
"Sharing," Sukuna chuckled darkly into your phone's microphone, "is absolutely fucking caring."
Nearby, Suguru groaned. He hurriedly clambered to the comfy space between your plush thighs, shoving a grumbling Choso aside. "I'm so fucking close."
He buried his dick into your tunnel, the veins on his cock pulsating. Call him selfish or masochistic, but as much as he wanted to reach his high, Geto denied his orgasm to stay longer inside and prevented himself from fucking bursting.
âDon't hold back, Suguru,â you urged.
Geto furrowed his brows, sweat gathering on his forehead as he tried his best to hold out. He admitted earnestly, "I don't want to give you up, baby.â
âI want you to cum,â you said, all whiny with puppy eyes. Free hand slithering down, you cupped his aching balls and gently squeezed his heavy testes. "Besides,â you glanced over at the camera, âshow Naoya how you can breed meâŠdaddy."
Sugaruâs eyes widened at the unexpected nickname that he loved so much. Thatâs it. Heâs done for. His handsome features crumpled from an over-the-top pleasure as he gave his snapping hips one final push and pumped you full, coating your cervix white with his thick essence as he rested his head against your forehed, panting into your ear and moaning into your skin.
Pressing one last kiss on your cheekbone, he pulled himself out of your hot cunt, allowing others to have their way with you.
Sukuna got behind you eagerly. He repositioned your shaking body, his calloused hands tossing you over and leaving you panting on your hands and knees. His harsh squeeze at your sides made you squeal just as he pulled your legs apart for easier access, exposing your cute hole.
"Shit, she's making a mess, dripping onto the desk." The same desk that belonged to Naoya merely several hours ago. Adjusting your phone camera, Sukuna thumbed through your folds like they were pages in a book, scoffing at the viscous dallops that slid out. The tattoos on his wrists gleamed pitch black under the glossy mixed juices.
"Suguru's cock did you well, but this pretty lady isn't finished yet, eh? She can take more. I know she can." His hands weaved into your hair and tugged harshly. "Tell us, missy. You can handle more, correct?"
The threat in his menacing tone only suggested there was one answer. You whimpered pathetically, "Yes."
With a crooked smile, Sukuna pressed his muscular form against your back. That man was starving. After all, he had been waiting to have your pussy properly wrapped around his painful erection when he could've greedily taken you for himself first.
"Stop moving so I can angle myself correctly," Sukuna reprimanded when you wobbled on all fours.
Hardly any time was given to let you register the warning before the man plunged into your sensitive socket. He ignored your desperate wail, amazed at how he plugged you all the way. His pace started off sensual and languid. Each snug press against your battered cervix at first made you squeak, but you became too far caught up in the moment that the discomfort disappeared as promptly as the sensation came.
"Mhm," Sukuna hummed, a squelch ringing through the room each time he would bottom out. He didn't need to say anything for him to feel how wet you were, fluids trickling out from your puffy hole and creating what looked like the Nile River running down your thighs.
"Holy fuck," Choso swore to the side, his emotions a rare display.
Blissful waves rushed to your head, one after another. Arousal flooded into your tummy, your cunt twitching uncontrollably as a second climax started to sneak up on you.
Sukuna groanedâor at least attempted to groanâthrough the exertion of his forceful movements. How he had missed playing with you. A few trickles of sweat on his forehead glided over the ink on his forehead before dripping onto your back. He pumped himself faster, his balls smacking against your clit harderâsavoring how you squirmed underneath his direct influence.
He could not resist peering down at the sacred space where your bodies connected and ensured that the camera, too, had an unobscured view. The problem was he had become so agonizingly turned on that his hold on your phone began shaking. He rasped, back straightening. âGoddamn, your cunny does me good.â
Not long after, he reached his release snarling and grunting like a dog as white ropes shot from his cock and into your uterus, with him nearly dropping your device onto your ass from his sheer ecstasy.
"No!" you protested loudly when Sukuna pulled out abruptly, hissing as your empty hole clenched around nothing. "I..." You balled your fists, thumping the desk in frustration. "I was so fucking close."
"Don't worry." The strawberry-haired man tenderly brushed away the tears by your jaw. Like he hoped to comfort you somehow. "Nothing Choso can't help with. He'll take great care of you." He looked over at the said colleague. âIsnât that right?â
Gulping, you followed his gaze to the other man who had stopped behind you.
As if he didnât already know the answer. You rolled your eyes and snorted like a true brat, indeed. "None of your business."
Besides, you had enough encounters with Choso Kamo, each incident more indecent than the last. This time, he naturally noticed your eyes drift to the gun tucked into his back pocket, the saps from earlier creating an ample moist patch on his pants.
âSo, tell me, bimbo," Choso spoke again. He didn't care to announce himself as he unbuckled and pressed in, stretching you with his thickness, aided by your copious reserve containing both arousal and cum, hitting that sweet spot that he had no problem finding over and over. "Did you think I had been done with you already?"
Holding in whimpers from his repeated thrusts, you let out a soft groan.
"I can't hear you."
"Yes."
âBut, do you want me?â
Silence.
âI am not going to repeat myââ
"I want you sâ badly..."
A demon must have possessed you. There was no other way to explain yourself. But those remarks were all Choso needed before he began to move impossibly fast within you. He didnât care that he pounded into you like a beast, creating a commotion that perhaps the floor below could hear your wetness reverberate around the room.
"This is for being a fucking tease." Choso raised his hand high and then delivered an unforgiving blow against your ass. Unprepared, you yelped from the sheer force, which had been enough to leave a handprint on your unblemished cheeks.
"I didn'tâ!" Your attempt to defend proved futile as Choso spanked you again with little regard for your feelings.
"This is for giving me an attitude," he continued, gruff. And again. "For forgetting how to behave, shit." And again, and again, and again. For this, for that, his listed grievances going on and on and on, his punishments making you cry and squirm and wail.
Choso knew he was selfish. If his boss Toji wasn't involved, he would want nothing more than to keep you forever, making you his little gun slut and teaching you to cum all over him. He couldnât help it. As if the roles were reversed. Like he was the inexperienced one, unaware of his partner's feelings and only caring for his pleasure. He remained relentless as he continued his abuse, the tendons along his hands and arms flexing with his efforts, like the crazed killer he was being out for blood.
The distressed expression written all over your face only made him want to go harder. He loved making it hurt, his sadistic personality entirely to blame. With every pump, his testes smacked onto your clit repeatedly, feeling him sink deeper and deeper inside.
âF-FuckâSâ too much, Choso!â A sob wracked your trembling figure amidst his assault. In distress, you tugged at his wrists to get him to ease up on you. That didn't matter. He was too strong, especially when compared to you.
"I thought you wanted to cum."
"I do!" But you didn't think you would be able to cum like this. "This...This is too painful!"
As if he cared.
"Oh, please," Choso scoffed, even rolling his inky eyes in dismissal. "This isn't painful. You're just being dramatic. If you think this is painful...how do you think I felt, hm? Watching Geto and Sukuna take turns defiling you. Hearing you blubber their names without shame. Did you think that Iâwith my cock stiff in my pantsâthat I didn't feel pain? Listen to yourself. God, turns out you're just another selfish slut."
Scorching tears streamed down your face, and you searched around desperately.
"No one here's going to save you," Choso announced, reading right through you. He pressed his face against your earlobe, a hot puff of air fanning out across your delicate skin. "Because it's too obvious. You fucking like this, pup."
Did you?
Even if that wasn't the case, you guess you did now, the unwavering conviction in Choso's tone spurring a change of heart. Itâs sick, you realized, heâs manipulating me.
Yet, sure enough, you soon started to feel lighter, giddier. Your pupils dilated from stimulation and your muscles tingled with excitement. Choso felt so good. You felt so good, and the coil from deep within your cervix compressed tighter and tighter as a pressure built from within.
"I'm close...again." This time, it's a little embarrassing to admit, especially when you were complaining like a puppy just minutes ago.
"What did I tell you, pet," Choso growled, the corners of his mouth quirked upwards in a rare grin. He made you feel glorious. Consequently, you writhed underneath his body, fully submissive under his control. You wanted nothing more than to be a pliant baby girl for him, let him use you in any way he wants. "Cum and squeeze my cock."
âMake me.â
âOh?â
One final blow to your ass was what hurled your body over the edge.
âIââ you choked on your spit. "I'm coming!"
You shrieked the moment you felt your body disintegrate, your shoulder blades caving in as sweat fell like raindrops from your skin. Elbows giving up, your head hit the table, leaving your temples pulsing with dizziness, bliss, and pain; your eyes staring at the wood finishing; your chest rising up and down, exasperated from the intensity of your release.
And oh, your pussy squeezed Choso good. Before he could hold himself back, Choso dug his nails into your ass. "Fuck, you are incredible," was the last thing he muttered before he came as well in one long grunt, splattering your womb with his creamy semen. He made you tremble when he pulled out, releasing the mess inside and leaving you feeling oddly empty and cold. Glob after glob of cum oozed out, semen from multiple perpetrators painting over your labia, which made the surrounding men grin at the sight, knowing that you held all their seed inside.
Nothing except their breeding hole, that was what you had become. There was something they adored about labeling you as their personal whore.
Not long afterward, a warm hand took yours into his own. Toji caressed the skin of your palm before pulling you right onto his lap again. In the end, he was whom you belonged to. If anybody wanted to do anything to you, they had to talk to him first.
Toji helped you straddle him, tucking one leg onto his either side, except you were so fucked out that you didnât know who you were or where you were from.
"C'mon, honey. Don't lose yourself just yet," he murmured gently, brushing a few free strands from your forehead. Otherwise, you would've gone limp and lost all senses completely.
Toji had been waiting for you. He considered this a sign of his maturity, allowing the younger and more impatient men to make a mess with you first. Now, though, was his turn, fair and square.
His exposed length pressed up against his abdomen with fantastic girth and length such thatâdespite your current stateâyour pupils went heart-eyed and your mouth drooled from sight alone. He loved when you made that expression, one he had seen countless times in his dreams; a guilty pleasure in reality. He chortled at your sharp gasps, finding you adorable even after being stuffed by several men.
However, just when you didn't think you could handle more, his red-flushed head brushed over your clit and jolted your veins with the familiar wave of arousal. You shifted, the sticky mess between your legs uncomfortable. In a brief moment of lucidity, you had an epiphany. With one hand resting on Toji's shoulder, you reached down with the other to spread your folds, biting your lip as you clamped down on your sensitive walls hard.
Sure enough, a generous amount of cum trickled out of your used cunt, oozing onto Tojiâs cockhead and sliding down gradually to his balls.
"Holy shit."
Eyes grew wide with surprise, jaws dropped in reaction to your nasty actions. Since when did you learn to become so dirty? Flushed cheeks betrayed their interest as they continued their lustful staring. Generous was what you were, letting them ogle like schoolchildren for a few moments longer before you scooped up the slick and began to suck on your fingers. Softly, you hummed at the succulent flavors concocted by you, Suguru, Sukuna, and Choso combined.
"Next up is you."
âSo fuckinâ filthy," Toji praised with utter adoration.
As you continued, you made sure not to break eye contact as you subtly rutted your sopping cunt against his tip. You coyly batted your long lashes in his direction, making sure he could feel the liquids running down his cock and the throbbing pussy that awaited him.
You smiled. "All yours, Dr. Fushiguro."
He suddenly grew smitten at how polite you could be, and using his hands as a guide, he helped you sink into him slowly. âGoddamn.â The sound that emerged from him was wholly obscene, a carnal desperation only matched by your movements, your thighs constricting his hips and your eyes rolling backward. How cozy, you discovered yourself to be, snug at his hilt. Toji had filled you all the way but a few centimeters of his cock remain, his tip already kissing against your spent uterus.
Something about knowing that his little cousin would watch this made Toji want to do everything to push deeper into you. He started by rocking your waist against a rhythm, and a near-pornographic mewl escaped your lips when his shaft ran over an especially sensitive spot, the ridges rubbing against your cavern and sending pleasure through your every limb. He hummed at the way you squealed and loved how expressive you were with your body and feelings.
His tongue laved across your shoulder before stopping over your collarbone. "You'll still go back to Naoya after this?"
"Absolutely not," you mumbled with sincerity. "I would hate myself if I did."
âExcellent,â he slurred, his spit drooling down your back from where his mouth had latched onto your neck. âThatâsâŠexactly what I wanted to hear, baby.â
Baby. Your eyes squeezed shut, responding with a whine. Although the overstimulation was originally uncomfortable, you began to feel satisfaction cut through the soreness once again as your body prepared for one more climax. You rocked your hips in need, like an animal in heat, a sight that would certainly drive your ex-husband crazy. âF-Feels,â you paused to pant, âFeels good.â
âFuck.â Toji gritted out, breaking through his cacophony of crude moaning and effectively searing your skin. He continued steering your body in the rhythm he learned you liked, his nails nearly piercing your skin despite their bluntness. He cupped your jaw harshly. âWhat are you to us, sweetheart?â
âOh.â You laughed a little, clearly delirious, and then replied. â'M your cumdump.â
âSay that again.â
âIââ
âLouder.â The emeralds in his heavy-lidded eyes skated briefly to the phone. âI want everyone to hear.â
So, you mustered all your energy to give your final answerâand the correct answer. "I am your cum dumpster!"
Toji started saying something, chuckling maybe, but his words werenât clear even as he tossed his head back. His breathing was deep, wet, and sexy, and he was no doubt blistering hot in his business blazer, his slicked-back hair soaked with sweat and hanging limply in front of his flushed face. His expression, on the other hand, was what got you the most; his eyes drawn shut, his brows slightly pinched, his mouth just barely parted.
He panted, raising his head to lock lips with yours, moaning into your mouth lewdly before pulling back, and admiring your fucked out expression, face heated and sweating.
âShit, youâre too good to me,â was the last thing Toji sighed before he added to your womb with his hot cum, his grip on your body tightening as his balls twitched and lodged his precious seed into the sacred cavern. Pussy clamping down, you milked him, not willing to let a single drop go to waste, gasping when the explosive warmth made you shatter with him, leaving you hiccuping and spasming until you were just jolting and crying out from the stretched muscles in your body.
Overheated, you slumped forward. Sweat rolled uncomfortably down your back, spit smeared across your neck and shoulders and chin.
But you looked up and giggled at your latest discovery.
âI love getting gangbanged."
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end notes: I spent way more time preparing this chapter than I expected, writing, rewriting, and editing. Adding, shortening, then adding again. (At some point, this was nearly 7K words.) This is far from perfect, but I must relinquish myself. Thank you again for reading!
chapter tags/warnings: manipulative! naoya. physical aggression. verbal abuse (not to reader). infidelity/adultery. extremely strong language. corruption. family drama.
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notes: thank you again for your patience with the chapter! life update: i resigned from my company (on good terms, even though the work had sucked my mental and physical health), and i am soon doing a trip to japan and southeast asia as part of my recovery. still, i will be actively writing and responding since this community is so important to me! also, has anyone been keeping up with jujutsu kaisen's manga?! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo
As Toji Fushiguro's ex-wife and Naoya Zenin's ex-mistress, Mari faced this harsh reality since no one threw their money in her direction anymore. She slept little this past week, overwhelmed by financial stressors. While she still subsisted on the younger executive's credit card (with his fortune, Naoya hardly noticed the charges on his bill), she realized that she actually had to work for an income.
Such was the case as Mari walked home one evening after interviewing for jobs, her body and mind exhausted from fielding mundane questions about her previous professional experiences (which she had little of).
Upon unlocking her apartment door, she was immediately greeted by the sight of her illuminated living room.
That struck her as odd.
She always switched the lights off before she left.
However, when she spotted a familiar face down the hall, she found the answer.
"Tsumiki." Mari dropped her purse by the door. "What are you doing here?â
The woman had not seen her one and only blood-related child in months. While she knew that her daughterâwho was, without doubt, a fantastically accomplished and intelligent young ladyâjust completed her second year at Oxford University, she thought the girl had chosen to remain in England for her summer break. Didn't Toji mention that she did not want to return to Tokyo?
Not that Mari complained. She was just...confused.
Admittedly, Mari should know the answer to her question, but she had been too âoccupiedâ to contact Tsumiki as much as a good mother should. As a result, Mari found herself in the dark about the girl's life in the United Kingdom, her plans for the university holiday, and her recent classes inâŠwhat was her field of study again?
Surely, Toji and his twerp son Megumi would know all the answers since Tsumiki had always been closer to her Fushiguro stepfamily. Quite a shame, since Mari would have considered her daughter as the most perfect angel otherwise.
She toed her shoes off.
âWhen did you arrive in Tokyo?â Mari continued with a plastered smile and approached the girl sitting with crossed arms in the living room.
Genetics ran deep between mother and daughter. Uninformed observers might even mistake the pair as sisters, the physical resemblance uncanny in how Tsumiki presented a more youthful version of the older woman by sharing the same warm chocolate-colored eyes, long dark hair, and flawless porcelain skin.
Yet, physical similarities meant nothing when Mari could not fully decipher her own flesh and blood.
âI came back to Japan earlier this week,â Tsumiki responded a terse edge in her tone.
âBut I havenât seen you until now.â
âBecause Iâve been staying with Dad.â
âOh.â So, she meant with Toji. âYou mean your stepdad.â
âNo,â she corrected sternly. âHe's my dad.â
Theoretically, Mari could go into a whole tangent on how Tsumikiâs actual father was some middle-class nobody whom she hadnât seen or spoken to since her first divorce (and that was many years ago). Or how the Fushiguros technically were Tsumikiâs ex-stepfamily since Mari had divorced her second husband Toji earlier this year.
But she spared her daughter from the reminders.
âWell, Iâm glad to see you back, honey.â With a bottle of unfinished cabernet sauvignon in the fridge, Mari meandered to the kitchen to pour herself a full glass. She returned to living room and joined her daughter on the sofa. âHow have you been? Iâm guessing England has been treating you well? I have never been, so I wouldnât know. Heard that the fish and chips are good there."
No response.
Am I being ignored? Mari commented inwardly and swirled the red wine in her chalice.
She took her first sip amid the long and awkward pause before switching the topic to encourage conversation. "Anyway, whenever you would like, youâre always welcome to stay a few nights here. Wouldn't hurt to spend some more time with your mother."
Only for Tsumiki to quip, âWeâve talked about this before. I donât want to live with you.â
Now, thisâMari believedâwas certainly uncalled for. "Watch your tone with me, young lady."
"For what? I am not here because I miss you," her daughter resumed. "If I had a better option, I would not bring myself to show up here and be in front of you."
The older woman placed her glass down and tried to appear calm. Hearing Tsumiki speak with such contempt twisted a deep knife into Mari's heart. Once upon a time, her daughter had been the sweetest girlâwarm, full of life, and eager to express her innocent thoughts with anyone she encountered. Now, however, that same person had been tainted into someone cold, guarded, and withdrawn, demonstrated by her disrespect to the very woman who had given her life.
"That is no manner to talk to your mother," Mari cautioned.
"Well, maybe because I have my reasons."
"Which are?"
"Do you want to know why I did not bother to text or call you these past several months?" and Tsumiki did not wait for an answer before she angrily added, "Because I am so upset that you filed a divorce with Dad!"
While Mari had hoped to not bring up the topic before, she had no choice but to do so now.
"That big, burly, bulky man is not your father," she snapped. "He and his emo Harvard-bound son are not your family! In the eyes of the law, there is no longer any relation between you and them. But, I am your mother. I had given you life, and this is what you think of me?"
"Because I love them!" Tsumiki opposed through a hardened glare. "Dad and Megumi treat me more like their blood-related family than you do!â
Mari could not believe the preposterous words her daughter spewed. She always presumed that the Fushiguros had been corrupting her child, and to see her suspicions confirmed had Mari standing up promptly from the couch.
"How dare you say after all I have done for you, Tsumiki?" Mari interrogated angrily. "Did you think that I left your biological father and then divorced your stepfather for what...for fun?! These choices were difficult for me, too! But I made those judgments because I wanted to give you a better life in which we didn't have to worry about where our next meal, our next piece of clothing, or our next rent payment would come from! Your biological father is a no-name nothing. He couldâve never supported the lavish lifestyle you had experienced during your adolescent years. In fact, if I hadnât married Toji Fushiguro, you probably wouldn't be studying at the University of Oxford right now! I, alone, could never have afforded all your years of expensive tutors or private school tuition. Please, think before you speak. I know I did not raise an ungrateful brat.â
Tsumiki furrowed her brows from the comments.
âYou're the ungrateful one, Mom!â she insisted, and the said woman visibly reeled back when the girl continued to seethe with antipathy. âAll the money that you had spent while married to Dad, he never asked for a single cent back. Never. In fact, he still pays for my university. In his eyes and mine, Iâm as good as any blood-related child to him. He hadn't asked you to chip in because he knows you wouldn't have the money to. Divorcing the man you've been leeching off of isn't a sign of appreciation, Mom."
To hear her child defend another family, Mari wasnât sure if she was going to laugh or cry at how ridiculous this scene was, the only thing she could process being the pain and betrayal that slammed her with one bitter blow.
"Well, did you want to become a laughingstock?" the woman rationalized. "Given our ties to the Zenin name when Toji left the company, those nasty journalists would've clung onto any scrap to label you a buffoon. You know what those tabloid writers are like! I had the foresight to divorce that man. I did not want the disgrace if we remained attached to the Fushiguros."
After that response, Tsumiki turned quiet with one sharp exhale as her eyes snapped shut, and Mari, whose entire body had undulated from heavy and irate breaths, thought that finallyâfinallyâshe had won this godforsaken argument.
Until she heard the younger girl speak again.
"Yet, you have humiliated me more than anyone," and noticing how her mother quirked a brow, Tsumiki went on. "Who are you really trying to protect, Mom? Are you truly making these decisions for my benefit? Or is it...for yourself?"
Despite hiding a gulp, the older woman noticed her heart race. "What do you mean?"
"How can you explain this?"
As though that was her cue, Tsumiki reached for her phone. She tapped onto the front page of the Yomiuri Shimbun, the most highly circulated newspaper in Japan. Before Mari could read the bold title labeled as 'Breaking News,' Tsumiki provided her with a verbal summary:
"The world knows you're a homewrecker, Mom."
Naoya found no surprise when Naobito Zenin burst into his executive suite as an angry bull would charge toward a provoking cape.
Plenty of times, his father barged into his private office completely unannounced, slamming the door open with enough force to rattle the wooden bookshelves behind him. Usually, the dramatic entrance would be followed by a slew of harsh admonitions, and this encounterâNaoya could tellâwould be no different.
The astringency cast on his father's countenance gave the executive no other choice than to rise from his seat, his office chair sliding back so he could pose tall and confident as the heir to Japan's largest conglomerate should be.
"Father," he greeted, curt.
Taking hurried steps around his mahogany desk, Naoya aimed to meet the older man halfway until he instead came into contact with one harsh blow that sent his face flogging to the side.
Naoya froze, his gaze lowered.
Instinctively, he reached for his throbbing cheek with one hand as the other wiped briefly over his busted upper lip. To have his father approach him physically like this didn't even register as a surprise. Despite his title as the Zenin CEO, Naoya continued to be scolded, lectured, and outright ignored because, in his father's words, he 'never seemed to get anything right.'
Even now, the older man found no hesitation in cursing out his only child.
"You fucking son of a whore! Want to explain why your affair with Toji's ex-wife is all over Japanese media?!"
Slowly, Naoya lifted his eyes from the floor. He had suspected that this would be the topic of discussion. In the last hour, Naoya saw his name plastered over tabloid pages, news websites, and social media feeds as an anonymous whistleblower tipped publishers in regards to his scandalous affair with Mariâand the millions Naoya spent to hide it. Evidence ranging from supposedly long-gone paparazzi photos to screenshots of money transfers circulated quickly with the internet.
Naturally, Naoya had seen the headlines too...
'Zenin Corporation CEO Exposed for Concealing Affair with Predecessor's Ex-Wife'
'Everything to Know About the Zenin Household's Uncovered Drama in Family, Business, and Love'
'Billionaire Naoya Zenin Entangled in Cheating Scandal, Accused of Bribing Press to Silence Coverage'
...and the comments:
'Thatâs why you canât trust rich people. They never have any shame.'
'His wife and company deserve better.'
'Disappointed that this is the scumbag leading our country's largest company.'
'The Board should fire him.â
Now, that last comment struck a very particular chord, especially since the Chairman of that very Board stood before him.
Naoya clenched his hands, yet he stood mute. With every wrong move certain to cost him far too much in return, he was completely powerless in front of the family patriarch and, as a result, his first logical reaction was to defend himself.
"I do not have the evidence yet, but I am certain Toji had planned this, Father. Him, and also Sukuna, Geto, and Choso. All four leaked these details because they didnât want to see your son succeed. I will resolve this. I am going to call Toji immediately andââ
"You're right," Naobito interrupted coldly. "If Toji had still been CEO today, he would've made sure that none of this bullshit wouldâve happened.â
Naoya widened his eyes in bewilderment, not anticipating his father to twist his logic like that. He already received a literal slap across his face, but to realize that Naobito still compared him to his older cousin all these months later drove him insane!
"No, Father. What I meant wasâ"
"Oh, there is no need to correct me. I know what you meant," Naobito tested in a low voice. "What I gathered from this conversation is that I have given you a million chances in life, and you know what? You blew every single one of them. You're an asshole, you're a cheater, and you're a complete humiliation. I can always count on you to paint me as a failed father."
Outrageous.
With the bitter staring contest between father and son, the latter boiled internally listening to the insults from the man who sired him. For the ruthless Naobito Zenin, Naoya meant no value as an heir without the ability to achieve his high standards.Â
"Some twisted brain you have for sleeping with your cousin's ex-spouse,â Naobito then chided, yet amusement remained absent in his tone. âWas that the low-class tramp I saw in the photos with you on the private jet the other day?"
The blonde kept his mouth shut.
But his father wanted an answer. "Well?!"
Suck it in, Naoya. That's all you can do now. "Yes."
What a sight, to see how someone blazing as a furious flame then erupt into a violent volcano. Naobito grabbed his son's collar, pulling him forward and shoving him against the wall. His fists shook as he sought the other's gaze.
"You're fucking married, you realize that?!" he snarled.
"I do! Which is why I have cut Mari from my life! I don't talk to that woman anymore."
Unimpressed, Naobito tugged forcefully at Naoya's shirt again. "I am truly astonished by what an idiot you are. Your answer doesn't change shit." He tightened his grip and did not care that his son wrapped both hands around his wrist to prevent himself from choking. "Let me tell you something, boy. I did everythingâeverythingâto convince our Chief Operating Officer to let his treasured daughter marry you, you despicable bastard. He didn't want to hand the girl over because he knewâoh, that man is wise!âhe knew that the union mainly served as a tactic to improve your public image and that there was little obvious benefit for his child. Power and money did not interest him when compared to his daughter, so the one promise I made is that you would love her," and he roared, "so, what the hell have you done?!"
Naoya had heard his fatherâs warnings countless times, yet he previously brushed each one aside with an ambivalence he now acknowledged as foolish. Unlike before, the threat to his hard-earned position suddenly became very, verypalpable. He grappled with a strange fear, unable to pinpoint what precisely unsettled him the most. The scorn from a world that no longer saw him as an honest businessman? The sneers from relatives with an undeniable reason to mock him? Or perhaps the fury from his draconian father, whose disappointment cut deeper than any public disgrace?
"Iâ" Naoya's choked voice resembled a croak. He could hardly breathe. "I apologize. This entire situation...this got out of my control."
Alongside his callous disregard for his sonâs feelings, the Zenin patriarch even scoffed.
"This isnât about getting out of your control, boy. This is about your complete lack of judgment. In fact, Daisuke called me when he saw the headlines, and you know what he told me?" and he had to refrain from flinging his son onto the ground before he continued, "That Y/N's been staying in her family residence again because she is going to leave you!"
Naoya held his next breath. Fuck, he knows. Naoya intended to keep his recent arguments with you a secret, hoping to resolve the situation first. However, since your father snitched...lying would be a dangerous move.
âShe would be a moron to stay married to you,â Naobito cut off. "Y/N and your unborn child deserve more than to have a public disgrace like you in the household."
Right. Had he not been reminded, Naoya would've forgotten that he had lied to his father about your pregnancy, too. His hands grew clammy where they still seized his fatherâs wrist.
âThere"âa coughâ"there is no child,â Naoya blurted out, determining to rip all bandaids off in one go.
Naturally, his father became perplexed.
âExcuse me?â His hold loosened just enough for Naoya to gasp properly for his next breath.
âY/N is not pregnant,â Naoya repeated, his voice hollow with resignation. âDuring our last family dinner, I only said that because I wanted to please you.â
The older Zenin became still, appalled by the younger one's bravery to say those words. For a moment, Naoya braced himself for another physical blow before his father released him, shoving Naoya backward such that he stumbled.
âIf you werenât so disappointing, there would be no need for you to lie to me,â Naobito pointed out coldly. "Not only to me, but also your wife, your colleagues, and your shareholders on matters about your family, your marriage, or your commitment to the company. If Toji had not brought this to the media's attention, how much longer would you have manipulated the truth for your benefit?"
There he went again.
"I don't understand," Naoya protested, unable to contain his frustration any longer. "Toji doesn't belong in this family anymore! Why do you keep talking about him? Father, you forced him to leave earlier this year, citing his threat to our family and company's reputation."
"You're the one to talk!" Naobito shot back. "At least Toji has the brain that you utterly lack." Before the younger man could react, the Chairman had already turned on his heel. "I have made my decision."
His decision?
A confused Naoya watched his father head for the exit.
"Wait, Father...!"
"Enough!" The infuriated man raised a hand right as he neared the door, a warning for him to not speak further. "Our discussion has concluded. Effective immediately, Toji Fushiguro has been re-instated as the Zenin Heir and CEO."
Instantly, Naoya slumped forward in disbelief.
Even as the older man disappeared, the room appeared to spin dangerously. Toji Fushiguro...re-instated? As the heir and CEO?
Naobito Zenin could never make up his mind, now could he? In Naoya's head, this must be some cruel joke.
Ever since he comprehended his ability to bend fate to his will, he had promised himself to fight tooth and nail to defend the (very rightful!) position that he worked hard to earn. He had disposed of his cousin through slander, he had to put up with shitty corporate politics, and, hell, he had to even marry you!
Some may label Naoya's current negative publicity as irredeemable, but he held hope the situation would normalize once the steam blew over.
With these thoughts in mind, Naoya regained his balance and rushed out as well. "Father!"
However, by the time he reached beyond the doors, Naobito Zenin was no longer there. Even his secretary could not be found as, instead, two imposing figures stood by the desk where his assistant should be. Naoya didn't recognize them. The men were tall and well-built, their muscled arms and thighs visible despite the fabric that covered their tattooed skin.
"Nice to meet you," one started after the long silence. "I am Eso and this is my younger brother Kechizu."
A stumped Naoya frowned.
"May...I help you?"
"No," the other answered nonchalantly, "because we are here to knock you out."
"Whaâ"
And Naoya's vision went dark.
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end notes: Note that Eso and Kechizu are Choso's younger brothers in JJK. (Both are not completely human in canonverse, but we shall suspend beliefs.) Also, I cannot explain the satisfaction as I wrote about Naoya and his mistress finally getting wrecked! Talk about justice being served! There were many ways these scenes could have played out, but I strategically chose Tsumiki and Naobito as the agents in the discussions. Freed from corporate America handcuffs, I plan to post again soon. Love you all!
chapter tags/warnings: manipulative! naoya. naoya's anger issues continue. infidelity/adultery. extremely strong language. corruption. mentions of physical violence. family drama.
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notes: my sixty-hour work weeks have been taking a huge toll on me, so i apologize for this incredibly slow update. the good news is that i cannot take this corporate america bullshit anymore and will resign in the next two months. thank you for being patient! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo
Naoya had never felt this humiliated in his entire life.
When people said karma was a bitch, he never thought that it would actually make its way back to him. While he was not the most righteous person in the world, he was the Zenin CEO, for godâs sake! He was the leader to a multi-billion dollar conglomerate, the heir of a centuries-old bloodline.Â
Yet, here he was, charging back to his apartment like an irate animal.
He startled the lobby doormen upon his loud entry, and once he returned to his penthouse, he had to will every muscle in his body not to tear apart his abode in a rampage.
In his head, his encounter with Toji looped like a broken record, fueling his chagrin.
When Naoya sought to confront his cousin for the first time in months, he thought he had been prepared. He did not expect to end up digging himself into a deep hole surpassing the world's layers due to a judgment errorâa slight miscalculation.Â
Correction: this miscalculation was anything but 'slight' because he wildly underestimated what felt like everything. Now, he bore the consequences of his mistakes after inadvertently turning himself into a laughingstock. Because his ego was his hamartia, he had become a mere jester in a story where he was meant to be the sole hero, and thus his ill feelings burned hotter than the surface of the Sun.
As much as he hated to admit this, Naoya had been shortsighted. He should have known better. Just weeks ago, he saw a vision filled with saccharine promises of a happy, comfortable life as the most powerful man in Japan imbued with power and wealth. He had been confidentâa hundred percent certainâthat absolutely nothing could go wrong in the trajectory he worked hard to create. But, what the actual fuck just happened at the therapist's office?!
He did not expect his mistress to make a complete fool out of him. Her very existence was an anathema to him, and he hoped to never be in contact with that woman ever again. In hindsight, Naoya should have taken the hint a while ago. He had previously forgiven his cousin's ex-wife, dismissing her blissful but intentional ignorance. Mari had never been too keen on actual intellectual and corporate matters, for she took far more interest in the money and comfort that came with starting from the bottom and sleeping her way to the top. Despite that, Naoya trusted that she at least had half the mind to not publicly discuss their affair, only for him to be proven wrong in front of none other than...Toji Fushiguro.
"Fuck!" Naoya screamed into the void of his empty living room. His reality was a nightmare as he thought about his despised cousin againâthe assured gleam in his viridescent eyes, the smug smirk that tugged across his lips. The imagery soured his mood beyond measure. "I'm going to fuckingâ"
He did not finish his sentence.
Instead, he kicked a nearby lamp in an angry bout, toppling the fixture over and sending tiny shards cascading across the floor accompanied by the dull thud of the shade. Whatever. His housekeeper tomorrow morning would come in and clean that.Â
What he instead focused on was how he had never been this infuriated, this belittled, this undignified.
The entire apartment echoed with Naoya's loud huff.
'About âyour wifeâ or whatever you want to deem her, there is not a single chance in hell that sheâd ever think about calling you her husband anymore.' These words from Toji affected him more than he would have liked.
What did he mean?
That bastard is bluffing, the blonde had to tell himself, yet even he could not believe in his own consolation.
He needed to do something about this.Â
No, no, Naoya wasnât scared.
He couldnât possibly be, right?!
Yet, after he could feel his ears begin to cool and breathing start to re-regulate, he stared at the emptiness in his halls as he came to the realization that had no better choice but to talk to you.
After spending the last few days at your family residence, you had been showered with warm attention from aunts, uncles, cousins, and even house attendants whoâdespite naturally wondering the reason behind your stayâwelcomed your visit with open arms. To your relatives' many inquiries, you forged a pretense that all was well even if all was not. (Besides, all did seem well in your family estate, away from the incessant pandemonium that was the Tokyo city center.)
While you knew that this peaceful break was not meant to last forever, you did not anticipate returning to the capital just to sit with the Zenin CEO alone.
Naoya had specifically chosen a corner table in the Hong Kong-inspired establishment, distanced from potential eavesdroppers. He seemed to have been waiting for a while by the time you arrived, his right leg crossed over his left knee as he twiddled with his thumbs impatiently. Sprawled on the table were a freshly brewed pot of jasmine tea and a platter of warm custard pastries.
He remained quiet as you took the seat across from him, observing with a crease on his forehead and a knit to his brows.
Anyone could tell that the blonde was not the least bit happy.
"Giving me dirty looks is not going to get this conversation anywhere," you pointed out while helping yourself to a tart.
From your comment, the inverted slope on Naoya's lips twisted into a deeper frown.Â
He did not understand where your annoyance came from.Â
Fine, he never treated you nicely either, but he did not expect you to snap at him when the discussion had hardly begun. You offered him no greetings, and Naoya also took great offense at how you chose not to look at him as you talked.
Truth be told, your neglect reminded him of all the other upsetting things that he was dying to bring up, and your unpleasant attitude whittled away the little restraint he had left.
âYou didnât try to ask where Iâve been. Not one text or call. Guess it would not have mattered to you if I disappeared, huh?" he lashed out through gritted teeth. He hated being forgotten, hated being looked over, and hated how easy it was for him to prove you to be a neglectful and apathetic wife.
Which was why there was no better option than to cut him off.
âYou ordered me to leave you alone, Naoya.â Only slightly did you turn your head to glance at him. Stirring sugar into your tea, you kept your attention otherwise on the nearby window and watched businesspeople scurrying about on the streets on their lunch breaks. "You can live without my attention since I'm not the only woman you have around. What happened to your lady friend? Hasn't she been entertaining you long before our marriage? I am sure she would love your company, so why not pay her an impromptu visit?â
From a slanting angle, you could tell that the transformation from your normally calm demeanor dismayed him. Naoya, not you, was typically the one to make snide comebacks, but he could not deny your latest comments. Evidently, he wanted you to go back to your submissive and passive self, but that was precisely what you no longer could be for him.
His silence prompted you to reach into your purse and retrieve a thick manila envelope, and you presented the package on the table.
Naoya's gaze snapped to the parcel.Â
He was curious, but cautiously so. He had invited you here, expecting to control the narrative, to dictate the terms. As a result, your unexpected move threw him off balance.Â
"What...?"
âTake a look and find out for yourself.â
A puzzled Naoya demonstrated no hesitation.
He snatched the folder, tearing the top open and greedily grabbing the curated pieces inside. He stared for a long time at the first item: a photo. But he recognized the image of him and his mistress, boarding a private jet for their most recent trip to Mexico. Then, he flipped through the stack rapidly, barely registering each item before he turned to the next. Some were printed-out pictures and others were cutouts from news articles, but all featured him and his paramour. The confusion on Naoya's visage slowly morphed into aggravation, and when he finished his inspection, he forcefully threw the items back onto the table.
In the end, Naoya sat back and went still, not even blinking, thinking, or doing anything but pressing his tongue along his inner cheek. "How did you get these?"
No apologies. No remorse.
Hell, based on his response, the man could not even bother to deny your accusations, a telling sign of how little he could care for his relationship with you. Obviously, you must be a joke to him.
In one firm motion, you placed down your teacup.
"You're missing the point.â
While one's eyes may be the windows to the soul, Naoya's offered nothing in his current state. His pupils looked atâno, examined you in intense dark pools despite the iridescent glow from the lights above.
"Toji gave you these, didn't he?" Naoya continued with a disdainful laugh, himself insistent on getting answers to his own questions. "You can't find this shit on the internet anymore since I've had them all taken down. But Toji's fast. He has eyes everywhere, I know he does. Look at him. Months later, and he's still hung up on reclaiming a position he should've never had the right to in the first place!"
Thankfully, you didnât flinch from his loud voice. What you did do was become more indifferent as if you were placing a wall to separate yourself from him, mentally bracing for his emotional maelstrom.
"You are missing the point," you said once more. This time, you shook your head in disappointment, and your tone was far more frustrated than the last. "Aren't you shameless?â
"Me? Shameless?!â His brows pinched closer from fury. "Take a look at yourself, woman! What did you do to get all this dirt from Toji and his henchmen, hm? Ha! Know what? I bet itâs because you're so willing to spread yourself for them,â he rambled with a nasty sneer plastered on his expression. At his comments, your jaw fell open before snapping shut as the meaning behind his words sank in. The way this man disregarded how he had an affair (that began many months ago!) only to redirect the spotlight onto you was repulsing, implying that the sole reason the therapists talked to you was that you had slept around. âA whore like you love taking all them all, donât you? Well? Well? Am I right? Goddamn, youâre such aââ
The harsh scraping from your chair as you stood was what finally interrupted him. Unable to tolerate his vilification, you counteracted his anger with the venom in your rancorous glare.Â
"How dare you talk about me like that!â
In the meantime, prying eyes started to turn in your direction from the commotion: teenage girls, sharing nervous glances across their table; a lone businessman, stopping mid-sip from his cappuccino; even the barista, pausing mid-grind such that her arm froze inches from the hopper.
"That man...doesn't he seem familiar?" a distant voice asked.
"Is he a celebrity or something?"
"No, wait. He's the person on the cover of last month's Fortune magazine. Naoya Zenin!" another replied.
"Isn't that lady his wife?"
While the onlookers' curious glances turned into full-on stares, their regard steeled your resolve rather than bothered you. Instead, you wanted the crowd to take in the spectacle. Corrupt tricks and dirty money had long painted the Zenin heir as 'the most perfect man in Japan,' and the public deserved to understand the fraudulence and cruelty that underlaid his facade.
"For months, I trusted you. I respected you. I put aside the harrowing loneliness weighing on my heart all because I tried to understand you. You told me that finding the time or energy for our marriage was not easy because board meetings kept you late in the office or business meetings required you to spend several nights abroad. Fine! So, I had been patient. But," and your voice overflowed from anger as you pointed a shaking finger at the pictures on the table, "Taking another woman to Michelin restaurants for dinners? Spending nights with her at Ritz-Carltons and Four Seasons? Going on entire vacations with her across the Pacific? All while you had a wife at home? Are you out of your fucking mind ?!"Â
The man's nose flared with deep-seated rage, his eyes mirroring the same bitterness in yours. "At the end of the day," he began sternly, "we're still married."
Ridiculous.
âOn paper, â you had to clarify. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be cheating on me with your older cousin's ex-wife."
However, you were already steps ahead of him when you loudly declared: âIâm filing for a divorce.âÂ
That caught him off guard.
Your announcement even drew audible astonishment from bystanders as they stopped their meals, turning to each other and drawing out their phones.
In literal milliseconds, the vexation once riddling Naoya's demeanor shifted into denial.
âNo. Weâre not going to talk about a fucking divorce right now. Weâre going to fix what we have, and youâre going to come back to me. Weâre...We're married for a reason, and weâre going to keep with it!â
"That's a bullshit reason,â you had to snap. âListen to yourself. Do you hear how selfish you sound!?" At this point, nothing could hide your bafflement. "Naoya, you were the one who said that if I wanted to leave this marriage badly, then I should leave. Ask Mai and Maki! They heard the entire conversation. Didn't you also say that you didn't give a fuck anymore?"
The man attempted to salvage some semblance of control. "I was just joking!"
"No, you were not." Picking up a photo of Naoya and Mari together, you pressed the picture to his face. âHow much more can I take? How many days would I still have to go through alone in the penthouse, all because you would be spending your sweet time with the woman that you love?â
But the past was the past, and you had grown immensely since then. Currently, you were stronger, more confident. You knew that, in Toji's words, you deserved better. Life was too beautiful to waste on a man who did not love or respect you and, with that in mind, you relaxed your clenched fists with an exhausted and fatigued sigh.Â
You broke me first, you said through a deserted gaze.Â
Naoya Zenin was the reason why you had become the way you were: a cold, seemingly heartless wife who cared none for her husband. The misery that he placed on your shoulders finally reached its limit, and while you could forgive, forgetting the memories in your scarred heart would be a task over months, years, and even a lifetime.Â
âListen,â you began, tone terse, âthis divorce will set you free. Mari is the person whom you needââ
âThe hell. No!â the man interrupted in a violent outburst, taking your breath away as he slammed the table and hissed. âI don't give a damn about her right now! WeâreâŠWeâre over!" he snarled with incredible anger such that he almost appeared to growl. "I donât need her, I need you! That...That whore doesn't give a flying fuck about my shit! All she cares about is...is...Fuck this. All she wants is the money. Why else do you think she married and then later divorced Toji? She doesn't want to hear about all the shit in my family because she had not been brought up to deal with all the fuckin' drama in my household. She can't understand because, unlike you, she wasn't born with a silver spoon shoved down her goddamn throat!"
Quietly, you absorbed his words, stunned.
So this was how their relationship had been.
You had not expected him to reveal all these entrenched feelings willingly, but his concoction between reckless rage and sheer desperation had allowed him to spill the ugly side of this extramarital affair. Naoya could not afford to lose you, and not just because this marriage solidified the respect of those around him. While Mari offered him an outlet for physical indulgence, only you could offer the cornerstone to Naoya's mental and social fortitude.
âSo you âneedâ me now, but what happens when you find another reason to hate me again? What will you do if you donât think I can fulfill the role you want me to have as your partner? Or if you wake up one day and suddenly want your cousinâs ex-wife again? Or if you meet another woman? Am I supposed to stand there again, and watch this all happen?"Â
No answer.
The fact that he couldn't respond hurt.
"My decision is final. Looking back, I despised every single second married to you. In fact, I feel sorry for myself. The fact that I blindly put up with your manipulation, betrayal, and blame for all these months.â With your belongings collected, you prepared to leave. âYou would be stupid to think you're the only one with options, you know.â
Only when you turned around did Naoya react, scrambling to his feet.
âWhat the fuck are youââ
In any other situation, he would have grabbed you, lunged at you, did everything in his power to stop you from going. Yet, given all the witnesses, all he could do was call you back like a helpless child, trying his best to not escalate the scene (although, at this point, even passerbys outside have stopped by the window to spectate).
"Hey!" Naoya called after you. âHey! Iâm still talking with you!â
Pathetic, really, to see him desperately beg for you to stay in his life.
There was a certain satisfaction in finally having the control at your fingertips. The feeling was empoweringâelectrifying, evenâand you became so focused on the gratification that you barely registered Naoya's last question.
âWhere are you going?â
At this point, you already stood by the exit.
âThatâs not something that my soon-to-be ex-husband would need to know,â and you hardly gave him another glance as the door closed behind you. âThank you for showing me everything I hope to never find in another man again."
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end notes: Part of why this update took so long was because I wanted to have an encounter between Naoya and Y/N to showcase Y/Nâs development, from someone who thoughtlessly defended her husband to someone who could stand up for herself (all while alone!). I envisioned this interaction many times, and I thought about different ways to approach the scene, the delivery, the dialogue, the choreography, etc. It took me a while to go for what I currently have. Thank you for reading!
notes: hugs to everyone! been a while, and my busy days at work (plus straggling mental health) have not been doing me favors. writing, reading, and interacting with you all have been bringing me joy. i spent extra time on this chapter to make this piece what i hoped it would be. enjoy. likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo
With his colleagues off, Sundays were the only day in the week when Toji could be the sole person in the therapy office. He appreciated the slowness that came with working on the weekends, allowing him to balance his time for scheduled appointments with unoccupied windows used to strategize and decompress.
He relished in the lull. The tranquility. The peace.
But alas, the serenity was cut short on this particular Sunday, as someone barged through the entrance like a wild boar, causing a rambunctious racket as the front door flung open with immense force.
The doorknob clanged against the wall, and Tojiâsitting behind the reception counterâlooked up from a patient file on his computer screen.Â
With both curiosity and annoyance, he peered above his monitor.Â
The black tips to blond hair. The sharp brown glare. The permanent frown.Â
Who else could this have been but Naoya Zenin, presenting himself in the flesh?
The incomerâs expression consisted of nothing but antipathy as he bared his teeth at the doorway, his hands balled into fists by his sides. Based on how he glared upon seeing his older cousin, anyone could safely conclude that this man was beyond livid.Â
Must he pester me on the weekend? Toji thought as he mentally shook his head, clucking his tongue faintly in disapproval. He had not seen Naoya ever since his official departure from the Zenin Corporation and household, which was months ago. From his recollection, the manchild before him had a fickle personality, bursting into immature fits that easily made someone younger (like his son Megumi) seem like the actual adult around.Â
Given this, Toji legitimately did not understand how you had been putting up with Naoya as your husband.Â
As for himself, Toji did his best to ignore the new presence, clicking his mouse as he resumed analyzing the file on his screen. He did not wish to spare a moment longer than necessary tending to the human tornado on his way. If Toji had wanted to deal with Naoya in person, he would have confronted him long ago. Rather, he had decided strategically to watch his cousin wreak havoc from afar to avoid interacting with his burdensome family. Everyone in the Zenin household, except for Mai and Maki, was not worth the aggravation that came with mere association.Â
Now, especially with todayâs booked schedule, Toji would not be able to make an exception to soothe Naoyaâs upcoming tantrum.
On the other hand, Naoya had no better choice than to drag himself to his older cousinâs doorstep.
Had circumstances been any different, he also could not bother to see Toji again. He hadn't talked to Toji in months. Why would he? After many years of neglect and inferiority, Naoya finally achieved everything he wanted.Â
Or so he thought.Â
This was why, to face his estranged relative againâafter recently learning that you had been seeing him for weeksâwas a grand ego blow to Naoya, who could not accept the possibility that he was losing his reputationâs very foundation to the man he had envied all his life.
Recognizing the indignation that fumed from the current Zenin heir, Toji seized the opportunity to inveigle his cousin and greeted him with a cheer.
âGood morning!â he beamed, raising his hand in salutation. The scar by his lips flexed from his grin. âDo you have an appointment?â
Naoya scowled awfully.
"Great to finally see you again, Toji Zenin."
Immediately, the said manâs smile fell at his cousin's overly casual tone. "Woah, there,â he shot back. âShow some respect, will you? First, my last name is Fushiguro. Do not refer to me as Zenin. Second, calling me by my first name is bad manners. I'm older than you, kid."
Without question, the comment irked the blonde. Of all people in the universe, this was Naoya Zenin in question, a hubristic man who hated humiliation and the need to concede. His demeanor hardened with resentment while he struggled to maintain his composure.
"Fine, Mr. Fushiguro."
Toji quirked another smile.
Theoretically, he had no problem demanding more but decided to be nice by saying, âThatâs better.â He locked his computer as he shifted his attention, crossing his arms as his back rested against his chair. âI haven't seen you in a while. Remember the days when you used to work here, too? Good times, hm?" All rhetorical chit-chat and pleasantries and, as expected, there was no response. "Well, I have only a few minutes to spare, after which I have business to attend. So...what brings you to visit?â
Another ironic question, as Toji already knew the answer.Â
Over the phone, he had spoken with an irate Naoya who demanded to speak to his wife and have her back home. Despite his insufferable treatment toward you, the Zenin CEO could not stand how his apartment remained empty the past few nights, meaning he hadnât gotten his dick soaked by his lawful spouse like he should be doing.
But then again, Toji thought, he already has a mistress to satisfy himself with.
Meanwhile, Naoya might as well be digging holes into his cousinâs skull from how his glower fizzed with malice. He opened his mouth, only to promptly purse his lips again to choose his reply carefully.Â
âDid you make her see you?â
Quite a question.
Toji blinked rapidly through an empty stare.Â
Where did that come from?Â
ââSee me?ââ he had to clarify.
In one smooth motion, Toji stood from his seat, his chair bouncing back slightly when he did. With his arms still folded over his chest, he meandered around the counter area that separated the client and employee zones in the reception area, stopping mere steps away from the younger man.Â
Then, he repeated, âSee me who?â
Naoya did not appear amused in the slightest.
His hazel eyes all but narrowed from vexation. The paroxysm of negative emotions on the blondeâs face made him appear ready to snap. Like a button ready to blast everything around him, he was close to letting his wrath take over. âDid you send my wife your therapist information just so that you could talk to her and figure out how to get revenge on me?â
What an oddly specific accusation.
âWhy would I do such a thing?â It was more of a statement than a question, and Toji could see how his nonchalance profoundly irritated the other man. âShe found me like how all my other therapy clients find me. But me reaching out to her personally merely to spite you? No. That's only some shit you would think to do. Unlike yourself, I'm not that petty."
Toji was blunt in his response, he knew.
In his defense, he would rather cut to the chase than beat around the bush.Â
He no longer headed the Zenin conglomerate, but he still had a therapy practice to manage and a family to look after. With his packed schedule, every second mattered and he wasnât the type to waste his time lingering around and dealing with non-important business matters, such as the grouchy kid with him.
His observations definitely blew a fuse within Naoya, though.Â
"Excuse me?!" In two sharp steps, he closed the distance between Toji and himself, jabbing a finger into the other's chest. Bold. âYouâre fucked, you know that? Youâre so damn fucked," he hissed, and the edges of his mouth contorted into a derisive sneer. âYouâŠYouâre goddamn obsessed with Y/N, and you donât even realize that! Give me a fucking break. You only give two hoots about the bitch because sheâs my wife, but you don't actually give a shit about the woman herself.â
At that, Toji immediately swatted the hand from his pec.
âIncorrect, I do,â he retorted, his tone firm. âBut do you care about her?â and he didnât need to hear a response for that one, so he went on. âNo, you do not. You know what? I found her situation sad because every time your wife talked about you, she told me about how you neglect and canât satisfy her. This entire time, I was sorry for her precisely because I know the person you are. Fine, you call her your wife. What that means is she's not just a pussy for you to play with. You canât just pick and choose different parts of her. But where were you when your wife was crying?â He paused briefly, letting his words sink into his silenced cousinâs head. âWhere were you, hm? Where were you when she was upset? Anyone with eyes couldâve seen that sheâs been having a hard time! But where?â and Toji gave Naoya one pointed glare. âWhereâŠwas her husband?â
In the sheets with an older woman.
Of course, that very husband would not admit that aloud, especially since he had yet to realize that his older cousin already knew about his affair with the otherâs ex-wife. Instead, Toji saw Naoya twist his lips into a deeper frown.
âI have a company to lead,â was the excuse he spat out, and he ran both hands through his light strands in evident frustration. âI canât believe our family thought that you were a capable leader. I, however, saw right through your facades, alright? Despite all your fucking degrees and licenses, you left the Zenin Corporation as a shithole for me to manage.âÂ
âNo, I had set the company to run efficiently,â Toji retorted, keeping his levelheaded demeanor. âYou turned the Zenin Corporation intoâin your own wordsâa shithole. You decided to fire everyone I had hired. So currently, your managers are inept, your shareholders are unhappy, your daddy is getting angry, and the most convenient person to blame is me.â He shrugged dismissively. âRookie mistakes. E for Effort, I guess. Luckily for you, Y/N is a good way to cover up the competence which you lack. Thus, sheâs only useful when you deem her as such.â
Naoya scoffed, and his shoulders rose and fell with each enraged breath. âBecause you donât understand what a burden she can otherwise be. Besides, I can treat and use her in whatever way I please!â
He might not display this visibly, but Toji felt disgusted.Â
âDonât talk like you own her. Thatâs disrespectful. She's a person, not an object.â
"Whatâ" Naoya paused, and his eyebrows creased in annoyance. "Who the fuck do you think you are? That woman is my wife.â
âThen treat her like one,â Toji shot back. While matching Naoya's hostility with his own, he could see the latter's eyes widen at the remark. Not that Toji paid him any mind, and he continued staring at his younger cousin with an unfazed demeanor that showed how willing he was to defend. "She might be your wife, but she is not your property.â
As if Naoya would care.Â
Rather, he clenched his hands into tight fists by his sides. âYou need to stay away from her. Youâve had your chances with marriages. Y/N is mine and not yours. I swear, if you talk about her with your gross lips again, I'llâ" He stopped, as he wasnât quite sure what would be a good threat. âIâllââ
âYouâll do what, kid?â Toji interrupted, knowing just how pissed Naoya would get from every reminder of who the older person was and who the actual successor to the Zenin inheritance should be. âIâll keep her since you canât. You call her a burden, but I donât find her to be one. I donât know about you, but I like her. Have you ever had a civil conversation with her? She's sweet and quite interesting to talk to.â
The continuous comments unsurprisingly make Naoya bristle further.
âI said donât talk about her like that!â he snarled. âHere you are, bossing me around and telling me to treat her better, but listen to how you talk about the woman! Holy shit, you're such a fucking creep.âÂ
âMe?â Toji repeated, appalled by his bravery to say those words. âMind you, boy, she is the one who wanted to talk to me first. As her concerned therapist and the more mature adult, I believe I must listen to her complaints and make her feel better, especially when she keeps whining sheâs not being fucked good.â
Naoya breathed heavily, his chest undulating while he boiled with rage. Yet, as the younger, more naive, and less physically adept challenger, he could not make himself fight back against the other man. âYou...You donât know shit, Fushiguro.â
Immediately, Toji arched a brow.Â
âReally?" Was that supposed to be an insult? "I don't know shit?" This was hilarious! "Oh, boy. I know a lot of fucking shit alright. About âyour wifeâ or whatever you want to deem her, there is not a single chance in hell that sheâd ever think about calling you her husband anymore.â
Naoya stared back, rather stupefied.Â
In any other situation, he would simply take the remark as a cheap way to rouse him. Of course, talking about you would be the easiest route to do so. This time, though, Tojiâs suspiciously happy visage as he retraced his steps to the counter and positioned himself comfortably against the surface had him uneasy.Â
He did not like what the other man insinuated.Â
"What...do you mean?" As much as he tried, Naoya could not hide how affected he appeared. âOur marriage is none of your damn business.â
Toji shrugged. "Marriage? What marriage? I don't see the rings on her finger, kid. Heard she tossed them. Apparently, you made her upset enough for her to take them off."
Without a better way to retaliate, Naoya clenched his teeth to signal his displease. âRing or not, sheâs still my wife,â he spat. âPlus, I do not want my wife around a womanizer like you.âÂ
Instead of taking umbrage from your husbandâs words, Toji tossed his head to the side and let out a deep, harrowing chortle. âWow! Youâre one to talk," he rebuked. "The whole household used to joke about how you brought a different girlfriend to each of our family dinners. At the moment, youâre married, and what? You want your spouse to come home, but you then drive her away. You want her to be a good partner, but torment her when she does. Please, you are embarrassing yourself. Why donât you make up your fucking mind?â With his emerald gaze returning to the younger man, Toji then added, âNow, if you excuse me. My next client is arriving and I have an appointment."
Still, Naoya was not ready to let the conversation end. âWeâre not done. You think youâre all âhigh and mighty.â But, youâre low, Toji. So, so low. Your last wife was a divorcee, and now youâre a motherfucker into married women, huh?âÂ
"So were you."Â
"What?"
"Baby?"
And, in one go, all signs of life drained away from Naoya swiftly at the new voice.Â
No fucking way, his expression seemed to read as he craned his neck around in rigid and robotic motions. Naoya had to blink twice to confirm the woman by the door before he placed his arms down and froze.
Mari, who returned the manâs aghast expression with perplexion, had her dark brows crinkled. âWhatâŠWhy are you looking at me like that?âÂ
Even with Naoyaâs face presently angled away, Toji could see his eyes widen at the ludicrous question. Yet, they both thought the same thing: did she forget where she was?
âWhat are you doing here? I did not expect you,â she continued. âBut, Iâm here for anâŠan appointment.â
Her voice trailed off.
When the woman finally seemed to remember that Toji was also there, her dark eyes rounded in alarm. Wait, her expression seemed to say as she very, very slowly dragged her sights to the man by the counter. Once her eyes met Tojiâs, her jaw fell slack before she promptly slapped both hands over her gaping mouth.Â
With the two visitors transformed into Medusa's stone statues, Toji took great gratification in the perfect timing. This coincidence far exceeded his expectations because he honestly did not anticipate ever being in the same vicinity as Naoya and Mari, yet here he was. Presented this chance, Toji pushed his bottom lip out in fake thought and furrowed his brows, pointing at Mari then Naoya then at Mari again.Â
âSeems like you two know each other?â he asked in mock confusion, his finger swinging between the pair. âHow come I didnât get invited to the party? Has something been going on between my baby cousin and my ex-wife?â
No response.
So, he continued.
âWhat? Were you two spying on me or something?â (He knew the answer was yes.) âOrâŠwait,â and his voice dropped to a dangerous low, âDonât tell me that you twoâŠhave been having an affair?â
Naoyaârealizing the trap they had been set up inâswung his arm forward, prepared to defend them with whatever good lies he could spin (which Toji knew that he had a talent for), only for the woman to speak up first.
âWeâre acquaintances.â
The manner in which Mari snapped caused Toji to pop a brow in surprise.
Oh? he noted. His suggestion on their illicit relationship appeared to strike a particular nerve. Even Naoya could sense the danger in his mistressâs overreaction as his eyes widened in horror. He tried to give her a warning expression, but she failed to see him.Â
By the way, did Naoya, know that Mariâwellâwasnât very streetsmart?Â
Maybe, but he likely prioritized keeping her in his bed to pay her absent wits any attention.
At this, Toji could not pass on the excellent opportunity to simultaneously provoke the two people who betrayed him.Â
âJust acquaintances?â he pressed.
âYes.âÂ
In another curt response, Mari pressed her lips into a firm line and shot Naoya a âshut the hell up and play alongâ look, thinking she was slick when Toji only felt second-hand embarrassment from how utterly blatant the communication had been executed.
Pretending to nod along, Toji added, âInteresting. Because I never knew acquaintances called each other âbaby.ââ
Checkmate.
But the woman must not be thinking, as she sensed her inevitable defeat but hurriedly explained herself by saying, âItâs not what you think, Naoya and I havenât had sex sinceââ
âStop,â Toji interrupted before she could finish her sentence. That statement truly crossed the line. The lady must be inane. To talk about her dirty deeds with his relative as if that was appropriate! Clearly, she was oblivious to common sense and proper etiquette, given how she was desperate to try to save some face, resorting to the most crass justifications as if that would ameliorate the issue. Toji felt ashamed to think that he used to be married to this woman for years. While he noticed a fit of pique boiling within him, he ultimately let the ill feelings go. âI never asked about your sex lives. I donât want to hear about what you two have been doing.â
Plus, the tabloids have shown him enough already.
Nonetheless, Mariâs face brewed with annoyance. She folded her arms firmly and tucked her chin outward. âWell, if thatâs the case, then when and where Iâm riding your cousin's dick should not matter!â
âOh my fucking lord, stop talking already!â and this time, it was Naoya who spoke, shouting into his hands and cupping his face from sheer exasperation. He had been stunned speechless for a while but could no longer contain himself. When he picked up his head, he growled with rage as he raised a shaking finger at the woman. âYou,â he seethed. âYouâre saying all the wrong things! Holy fuck, bitch, how fucking blind are you? Unbelievable!â He leered to the side as if shaking off part of his rage, only to add on, âJustâŠJust shut the fuck up!â
The sudden, scathing comments soured Mari's mien in seconds. âWait, but babeââ
âNo.â Naoya cut her off right there. âDonât âbabeâ or âbabyâ me with your bullshit anymore. Canât you fucking see the atrocities you have fucking committed in the last ten minutes? Youâre literally ruining my life! Even Y/N wouldnât be stupid enough to say all the crap you just said! I shouldâve never approached a dumb whore like you.â
While Toji had his eyes widened from silent bewilderment, tears began to roll down the woman's cheeks.
âThatâs a lie!â For what must be her first time, she had to face the reality that, despite all the pleasure and company she offered Naoya Zenin after his tough days at work, he was an egotistical sociopath and a married man. "That's not what you've been telling me. You know Iâm the only person who can make you happy, not the actual whore whom you have at home! These last few months, you wouldâve been absolutely miserable without me!â
âIs that a threat?â
âItâs a reminder,â she hissed harshly. âYou had said so yourself.â
At this point, Naoya found himself in the middle of a living nightmare.
To think about his wife who had been avoiding him for days, to see his loathsome cousin watch the scene like this was some sort of Netflix episode, and now to witness his mistress ridiculing him like a fucking fool.
âGod dammit!â he roared. With animosity overwhelming his sanity, Naoyaâwho was already on the verge of destructionâonly saw red as he lurched forward. He used his arms to sweep everything, all things, anything he could reach from a nearby tabletop onto the floor: a ceramic vase that shattered into shards, magazines that flew in all directions, a framed photograph that clinked upon descent. He didnât stop there. Like a mid-tantrum toddler, he kicked angrily at the mess, sending paper and broken pottery flying in all directions without much regret for his actions.Â
In fact, this was cathartic for him. Because the very thing he wanted was to make his cousin's world wretched, just like how the latter had done to him.Â
âI'm going to find Y/N and bring her back to me, but if either of youâŠâ the blonde warned several moments later, regarding the therapist and the woman with a deathly fire burning in his auburn eyes, âif either of you do more shit to ruin my life in the meantime, I...I will make you regret.â
With that, Naoya stormed off in a huff, releasing all the profanities that have manifested his anger throughout his life. Mari followed soon after, chasing after him in sobs.
Finally, as for Toji, well, he...was stunned.
He blinked thrice in the same second, processing what he had just seen.
He drew in a deep breath...
...and he chuckled.
He knew he looked crazy, laughing to himself in an empty and currently deranged parlor. However, Toji had not felt this triumphant and optimistic in years. He saw a hopeful gleam for himself, for his family, for his colleagues, and for you.
He picked up his phone with a languid grin, scrolling through his contacts and sending over a quick text when he found your name: Guess what?
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end notes: Throughout this fic, Toji and Naoya obviously have a very complicated and terse cousin-ship. For weeks and months, I have been thinking about how to orchestrate this scene, where we see them together for the first time...and with Mari too. Likes and reblogs are appreciated, and let me know in the comments how you all are doing!
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4 more chapters only!!!! I can finally binge read!!!
I had added a couple more chapters to Sex Therapy! I wanted to touch upon a few major plot points without rushing the story, and here is sneak peak:
Toji confronting with Naoya
Us leaving our lame husband's ass (about damn time)
Naoya, his mistress, and his father being put their place, and
Our relationship involving the therapists
Can't believe how much this list has gone down as I've written (used to be a long, long list) TvT It's going to be a really bittersweet moment for me when this all ends.
