Ok but imagine youāre at a club in the city, itās NYE.
You wear your short sparkly dress and favourite heels. Youāre dancing with your friends, giddy and tipsy.
Then you see him, across the bar.
Saturo Gojo.
The club lights dancing off of his silver hair, his muscles stretching his tight black t-shirt. His brilliant blue eyes catch yours as he lazily looks you up and down, a smirk playing on his lips.
You look away, nervously.
The music blares as you dance, the alcohol taking effect. You shake your ass and whip your hair as the men around you stare, hungrily. You see Satoru watching you as your hands run over the curve of your hips.
You spin and twirl in a giddy, drunken haze. Your dress lifting and flowing, revealing your bare thighs and the bottom of your ass. You look back at the bar but realise Satoru isnāt there anymore. You huff, deflated.
Just then you feel a hand on your ass, grabbing you. Hard. Someone begins pushing you through the crowd toward a shadowed doorway.
Satoru spins you around to face him and pins you to the wall, his huge frame towering over you.
āI think theyāve seen enough of you.ā He smirks, nodding to the crowd of men on the dance floor.
āBut I want to see moreā
His huge hand slides up your dress and his fingers wrap round your lacy panties, pulling them down in a swift motion. You gasp.
Satoru chuckles as he picks you up, your legs wrapping around him. Before you can think, he kisses you ferociously.
With your legs spread open you feel him unzip,
lining his throbbing cock at your soaking entrance.
You moan forces himself into you. Taking no time at all to pound your tight little hole.
The music blasts as he fucks you against the wall. You clutch at his back, your face buried in his neck. He laughs as you pathetically try to stifle your moans- but the more you resist, the harder he fucks.
You bounce like a slut, dripping down his massive cock as he pounds your soaking cunt. Faster, harder.
In the distance you hear the crowd is counting down to the New Year-
ā10ā¦!ā
You canāt barely think straight, feeling his biceps pulsating as he fucks you senseless. He kisses you as you moan into his mouth, his dick pummelling your soft walls.
āWhoās a good slut?ā He growls, slapping your ass.
āI-I amā you cry
ā3ā¦!ā
He pounds harder. You whimper, breathless as he continues to ruin your pussy. Your legs shake.
ā2ā¦!ā
Your vision starts to blur. You almost canāt take it anymore, you feel like youāre going to-
āI-Iām gonna-!ā
ā1ā¦!ā
You cry out in ecstasy and squirt all over his cock as he cums deeps inside you. You both pant.
He pulls out his throbbing cock and puts you down; your legs wobble.
āHappy New Yearā he sneers, leaving you stood breathless, his cum dripping down your thighs.
Ok but imagine youāre at a club in the city, itās NYE.
You wear your short sparkly dress and favourite heels. Youāre dancing with your friends, giddy and tipsy.
Then you see him, across the bar.
Saturo Gojo.
The club lights dancing off of his silver hair, his muscles stretching his tight black t-shirt. His brilliant blue eyes catch yours as he lazily looks you up and down, a smirk playing on his lips.
You look away, nervously.
The music blares as you dance, the alcohol taking effect. You shake your ass and whip your hair as the men around you stare, hungrily. You see Satoru watching you as your hands run over the curve of your hips.
You spin and twirl in a giddy, drunken haze. Your dress lifting and flowing, revealing your bare thighs and the bottom of your ass. You look back at the bar but realise Satoru isnāt there anymore. You huff, deflated.
Just then you feel a hand on your ass, grabbing you. Hard. Someone begins pushing you through the crowd toward a shadowed doorway.
Satoru spins you around to face him and pins you to the wall, his huge frame towering over you.
āI think theyāve seen enough of you.ā He smirks, nodding to the crowd of men on the dance floor.
āBut I want to see moreā
His huge hand slides up your dress and his fingers wrap round your lacy panties, pulling them down in a swift motion. You gasp.
Satoru chuckles as he picks you up, your legs wrapping around him. Before you can think, he kisses you ferociously.
With your legs spread open you feel him unzip,
lining his throbbing cock at your soaking entrance.
You moan forces himself into you. Taking no time at all to pound your tight little hole.
The music blasts as he fucks you against the wall. You clutch at his back, your face buried in his neck. He laughs as you pathetically try to stifle your moans- but the more you resist, the harder he fucks.
You bounce like a slut, dripping down his massive cock as he pounds your soaking cunt. Faster, harder.
In the distance you hear the crowd is counting down to the New Year-
ā10ā¦!ā
You canāt barely think straight, feeling his biceps pulsating as he fucks you senseless. He kisses you as you moan into his mouth, his dick pummelling your soft walls.
āWhoās a good slut?ā He growls, slapping your ass.
āI-I amā you cry
ā3ā¦!ā
He pounds harder. You whimper, breathless as he continues to ruin your pussy. Your legs shake.
ā2ā¦!ā
Your vision starts to blur. You almost canāt take it anymore, you feel like youāre going to-
āI-Iām gonna-!ā
ā1ā¦!ā
You cry out in ecstasy and squirt all over his cock as he cums deeps inside you. You both pant.
He pulls out his throbbing cock and puts you down; your legs wobble.
āHappy New Yearā he sneers, leaving you stood breathless, his cum dripping down your thighs.
Did you ever imagine your boyfriend would offer up your body to solve a yakuza dispute? No, but you aren't surprised.
ā§Ė*°࿠: 18+ only, no minors.Ā Ā ā§. ā āyakuza!ryomen sukuna x f!reader x yakuza!toji fushiguro
Genre: filthy filthy porn with a plot
Notes:Ā biggest happy bday to the dilf of dilfs (and my husband of husbands), toji!! (++ sukuna bc they r both beefy n hot :3)
Warnings: 18+, dub/noncon, mentions of violence/murder, toxic!relationship, free use ā”, manipulation, jealousy, fem!Uraume, degradation ā”, praise, no prep, oral fixation ā”, size!kink, daddy!kink, choking (hands + belt), slight breathplay, exhibitionism, spanking, dacryphilia ā”, dumbification, creampie(s), calls your pussy āshe/herā, slight cucking, oral (m+f receiving), restraints, fingering ā”, pussy spanks, squirting ā”, multiple orgasms, double penetration!(one hole), brief anal mentioning, breeding ā”, belly bulge ā”, pet names (princess, brat, good girl, sweetheart).
Words:Ā 15.2k
Youāre numb.
Only mentally, numb, to the word which you willingly leapt into. A world with bloodied rivers and bodies piled to the height of the highest mountains. None of it bothers you, not anymore.
Talks of murder and dismemberment barely reach your ears as you flip through the pages of your magazine. You arenāt sure why Sukuna insisted that you be here. He likes to show you off, you suppose. He likes to flaunt what he possesses, and his men never will.
āHow much longer?ā you whisper, eyes scanning the pages on the gossip mag in your hands. Youād rather be reading a copy of Vogue, but one of Sukunaās idiotic subordinates picked up the wrong magazine in a hurry.
Actually⦠You havenāt seen him since.
āWhat have I told you?ā your lover whispers back, he leans over to you. His head turns away from looking at the men in the room as the meeting goes on. But their boss sharing his attention with you rather than the subject at hand earns a few nosy onlookers watching you converse. āBe a brat in private, not here.ā
You sigh, crossing one leg over the other as you carry on reading. Sukunaās hand rests on your thigh before he scowls at the men whoād dare to look at him with an emotion other than fear in their eyes.
He stands up, staring down silently at everyone in the room. It even manages to get your attention. The dread heās able to instill into his subordinates is more than just impressive to you. Itās exhilirating. Sukuna is a king, and not just to you. To his little brother sitting nearby as the meeting continues. To the subordinates he trusts and who hang on his every solitary breath. And to the public.
People know who you are, now.
Youāre Sukunaās girl.
You were nothing, until him.
He was quite fond of your big mouth and downright horrible attitude when you met. He liked that you didnāt know who he was, and you didnāt hold back when he accidentally bumped into you while shopping. You were wearing a white sundress that hugged every inch of your body, and the coffee in your hand turned the material murky and hideous.
The men surrounding him and ready to silence you for good werenāt even registered in your mind. You didnāt even notice they were there until the friend you were shopping with told you to shut up.
You insulted him, sure. But Sukuna was barely listening. He was too drawn to the way the liquid made your already tight dress cling and stick in all of the right places. Your decision to go braless became painfully obvious to anyone whoād dare let their eyeline drop to your chest.
He dismissed his men, earning a sigh of relief from you and your friend. You watched him carefully as he pulled out his wallet.
āI ruined your dress, huh? Let me buy you a new one, and a new coffee.ā he told you. Your eyes bulged as you saw the fat wad of cash in his hand. He smirked, watching your hand hesitate back and forth as you were unsure whether to accept it.
Before him, you werenāt wealthy.
The opposite, really.
You were barely making ends meet and every penny you had was spent on living essentials and rent. The money he offered you was enough for more than that. He was handing you the option to live a little. But before you could take it, before you could fully grasp the bank notes in his hand, he flicked his wrist away.
āI want your number for the pleasure of this expensive meeting.ā he grinned.
In hindsight, it was incredibly stupid to accept money from a yakuza man. It seemed like too good of an offer to turn down, though.
For the pleasure of knowing Sukuna and that chance meeting, there have been ups and downs. Everything you knew before Sukuna is your old life. You canāt remember the last time you saw those friends you had. You havenāt been back to your old apartment in over a year, though you know Sukuna still pays the rent on it.
Itās used for some kind of illegal activities, youāre sure. You donāt know why else heād still pay for it otherwise.
Your old clothes werenāt good enough for you anymore. Thatās how Sukuna felt. And with each extortionate purchase he made, you began to agree. You can no longer bear the thought of wearing some cheap, discounted item like you used to. Your entire wardrobe is designer, and youāre like a new woman.
If anyone from your past could see you now, they wouldnāt recognise you.
You donāt care, though. Youāve been poor and youāve been miserable. What Sukuna gave you that day wasnāt just money, it was an opportunity to cast the old you aside. Youāre glamorous, youāre taken care of.
But most importantly, youāre loved.
Youāre an object, a doll for him to play with.
But he loves you.
Itās apparent in the way you are in private together. He can be so many things in so many ways. But you know that you are more loved by him than youāve ever been in any other relationship. He loves you more than friends and family combined.
To Sukuna, youāre everything.
āListen. Up.ā he starts. You know he doesnāt mean you. He wouldnāt mind if you kept your nose buried in your tacky magazine for the entire day. And yet, you find yourself closing it and putting it down on the desk in front of you. Your sole focus is on him. āMy wife and I have better things to be doing than sitting here listening to this shit. Figure out this territorial dispute, today, or Iām going to lose my patience.ā
His wife.
Everyoneās eyes fall on you when he refers to you as such, and it takes every ounce of concentration and sheer will power to stop yourself from smiling. Your face remains straight and composed, but there are two men who know you enough to see through the faƧade.
Sukuna, and his brother.
The elder of the two looks down at you, only because he loves to see you squirm because of him. And heās proud of you, oh so proud that you are well behaved and know that you should appear as strict as he is.
Yuuji, however, has to turn away so no one can see how much he wants to laugh. Heās always liked you; he likes that his brother likes you and he likes how nice you are when you warm up to people. People like him. Heās gotten to know you through being his brotherās second in command. If Sukuna canāt be by your side, Yuuji will be.
And he thinks itās cute, really, how much you love his big brother. The big brother that most would see as nought more than a terrifying monster. A murderer and a fiend who can so easily ruin lives just because he feels like it.
Yuuji thinks itās downright adorable.
Heās snapped out of his thoughts when his big brother whistles. He watches as you hurriedly stuff your magazine back into your handbag and follow him to the exit. Yuuji follows, too, after his brother gives him a commanding look.
āYou shouldnāt lie.ā you mutter, leaving the room and walking by Sukunaās side as Yuuji trails behind you both. Sukuna turns his head sideways so he can look down at you. His tattooed hands remain in his pants pockets as you approach the exit of the building. You keep looking forwards, though. And he smirks.
Itās a cute little pout he recognises.
āYou are my wife.ā he tells you. āDonāt be a brat because I havenāt proposed, how droll.ā
You scoff, finally looking at him, your full glossy lips seem to pout even harder when you actually face him.
āYou know what happens when you get married for real, princess?ā he asks. And you scoff, again, because you know what heās going to say. He says the same thing every time you have this truly trite conversation. āBoring sex. And then, none at all. And I know you canāt live without this cock in you for too long.ā
āYouāre disgusāā
āSpeaking of which,ā he stops walking and turns to face you. It makes you laugh every time he talks about how boring your sex life would be if you got married. You arenāt sure how true it is, but it amuses you, nonetheless. He gets his wallet from his inner breast pocket and withdraws his credit card, handing it to you with a wide smile on his face. āThatās what you get when youāre a good girl. Thank you.ā he grabs the crown of your head with a large palm and plants a sweet kiss on your forehead.
āI thought we were talking about sex, not money.ā you speak, and he smiles. āWhich do you think I prefer?ā
āWith me, sex. In general, money.ā he tells you, and you suppose heās right. āBut with money, you can buy things for sex. Unless you want to be a brat, I can take back the card. Otherwise, buy a pretty set for daddy to fuck you in.ā
He loves how your demeanour changes at the use of your favourite name for him when youāre alone. Yuuji is here, yes, but he knows the intricacies of your relationship so thereās no need to be concerned.
āTheeeere she is, daddyās good girl.ā he approaches you; his hand settles on your waist. A simple cue for Yuuji to know he doesnāt want to be here. He walks on ahead; and you both watch him walk by before focusing on each other again. He backs you up until your shoulder blades rest against the wall. You tilt your head to kiss him, but he pulls his head back to tease you. āWhy arenāt you always a good girl for me?ā he wonders.
You allow your head to loll back against the wall with a gentle thud. He watches you, intently, wondering whatās going on in that pretty head of yours. His eyes drop as your right hand gently traces over his crisp black dress shirt until you find his tie.
And you tug.
His body cages you in and you will never get over what a behemoth of a man he is. Heās so intimidatingly large. Youāre like a little mouse about to be devoured by a viper. And yet, somehow, youāre in control. He gasps, albeit quietly, but there is pleasure behind it as you pull him closer.
āYouād be so bored if I was always good, daddy. And you fuck me better when Iām a brat for you.ā you tell him, voice filled with lust as your sultry tones reach his ears. His cock twitches at your words, although heās tired of you having the upper hand. One hand grabs your jaw, and you know if he wanted to, he could break it with ease. But you smile, willingly.
If you are to die, it would be an honour by his hand.
He kills you with a kiss, instead. Your thoughts dissipate as you allow your lips to lock and teeth to clash as you needily make out. His body presses into yours, uncaring for the place or potential audience that could find you at any moment. A soft, needy moan slips by your lips as you feel his hardening bulge grind between your legs. It makes him smile, smugly and proud as he steals continuous little noises from you.
āYou only keep your fucking mouth shut when youāre getting this dick.ā he comments, his tongue licks against yours before he suffocates your desperately mewling with heated kisses once again. He pulls away, whispering in your ear. āYouāre nice ān wet for daddy, yeah? Want my cock, baby?ā
āMhmmā¦ā you nod, raising your leg to rest on his hip. His fingers squeeze into the flesh of your thigh as he helps it settle in place. His kisses are barely there anymore. Soft pecks as he gradually pulls away until youāre whimpering and begging for more. āPlease, daddy⦠please.ā
āAwe,ā he gives you one final kiss before looking over his shoulder to see some of the higher ranked members of his organisation approach. He pulls away, leaving you completely breathless. āBrats donāt decide when their holes get used. Their daddyās do.ā he reminds you.
Youāre left panting with your hand on your chest as he walks away. He looks over his shoulder at you before giving you a self-satisfied smirk as he waves at you.
āKeep your cunt wet for daddy.ā he tells you.
You scoff, fleeing the scene quickly as the humiliation of his words surges through you. The lack of respect and discretion should make you furious. And honestly, it does. But that feeling of anger and fury is overridden with pure, unadulterated lust.
āHey, are you ready to go?ā Yuuji asks as you walk through the double doors and out into the blaring summer sun. The heat is unbearable, youāre sure the sidewalk would steam if you poured water onto it. āAre you okay? Thirsty? Can I carry your jacket?ā Yuuji wonders. And you nod.
āThanks, Yuu.ā you smile, taking off your coat for him to hold for you. āYouāre taking care of me again, I guess.ā you sigh, but try to remain optimistic. You both know youād rather Sukuna be the one taking you shopping, but you donāt hate spending time with his brother.
āWhat are we shopping for today?ā he asks, opening the door to his car for you to climb into. He puts your coat in the back and rushes around to driverās seat. āYou can go crazy since he wonāt be there to stop you.ā he winks. You giggle a little as he buckles himself in and starts the car. āOh, he wanted you to get some lingerie, right?ā
You go quiet, looking down at your hands as you nod quickly. Itās almost unnoticeable, but Yuuji knows. He starts driving to a boutique he knows you like, smiling to himself. Youāre so brazen and loud most of the time. You can be so confident and fearless.
But he thinks itās sweet that you get so shy about things like this.
āIām not judging you, yāknow.ā he tells you, looking to the side to see if youāre listening. You raise your head to look at him, the slight anxiety you feel slowly leaves your body the longer you look at him. āYouāre a good friend to me. Iām happy Sukuna met you, otherwise I wouldnāt know you.ā
āYuujiā¦ā you respond, you canāt stop yourself from smiling as you hear his sweet words. It makes him laugh, though. Heās happy he managed to break you out of your nervous sulk. āI wonder sometimes⦠if Iām crazy.ā
āYou are.ā he tells you. You lightly slap his arm, āHey, Iām driving!ā he laughs. āYou have some kind of arrangement with my brother, right? That doesnāt matter. You love him, donāt you? I know he loves you too. Heās told me enough, and I can see it in his eyes. Youāre crazy, but he is too.ā
An arrangement.
Youāre happy itās a secret, even to Yuuji. If anyone from your past life knew what you agreed to with Sukuna, theyād be ashamed. You figure anyone would be, really. But you donāt care. Yuuji is right.
Sukuna is crazy.
But so are you.
āThanks, Yuuji.ā you smile, weakly. āYouāre a good friend to me, too.ā
Sukuna is possessive, heās greedy.
But what Sukuna doesnāt know wonāt hurt him. You model a few lingerie sets to his little brother. And Yuuji, of course, is a perfect gentleman about it. His eyes rake over your body, though you can detect a lack of lust in him. Thereās another woman on his mind that you know to be the reason. Heās a lovesick puppy, and you are off limits. He isnāt stupid, but heās happy to help you shop.
Sukuna should be the one here with you now, anyway. He should be the one watching you try on panties and bras and pretty baby dolls. And yet, heās sent you away to give himself some peace while he works on whatever the hell it is he does all day. Threatening and being a general bastard to the city at large.
If he were here, you know youād be getting fucked within an inch of your life in every pretty ensemble you try on.
āYuuji, what is your brother doing today?ā you ask him, pouting a little. It feels humiliating to have to ask. You should know where your boyfriend is and who heās with. Even Yuuji looks taken aback. Does Sukuna often keep you in the dark? Itās not like what he does for a living is some big secret.
ā⦠Thereās a huge territorial dispute right nowā¦ā he starts, looking at the store clerks and urging them to walk away if they know whatās good for them. They do, giving you two the space to talk. āHe and the other higher ups are having a follow up meeting to decide what to do.ā
You huff and start to undress as you head back into the changing room.
āUraume?ā you wonder, already knowing the answer. āIs she there?ā
āWell, sheās Sukunaās right hand. After me, obviously.ā he tells you, and it only earns another huff of annoyance from you.
You know what Sukuna will want is for you to pick a pretty lingerie set to wear under your clothes all day until he gets home. Youāre not doing that, though, not now. Not when you know heās with her. Heās lucky youāre even still buying any in the first place. Yuuji watches you as you tell the staff to ring you up, a look almost akin to sorrow lingering in his soft brown eyes.
āNothing is going on between them, yāknow.ā he tries to assure you. All you can do is scoff. The notion of remaining silent dies as you begin to think about how many positions heās probably fucking her in while you run around and play the role of the oblivious wife.
A wife without a ring, at that.
āNo offence Yuuji, Iām not exactly going to take your word for it. Heās your brother.ā you sigh. He grabs the shopping bags for you once you pay the extortionate price. Sukuna had told you to get a set, not several. But you think itās the least you deserve after finding out heās with Uraume instead of you. āI want some new jewellery, letās go.ā
You hold the door open for Yuuji before you walk side by side towards the nearest jewellery store. Sukunaās feelings are the least of your concern, whether heās frustrated with your purchases or not doesnāt matter to you. Not right now. Youāre hellbent on giving his credit card a workout before you go home.
The air conditioning hits you as you enter. Yuuji finds a seat as you begin to browse, dumping your shopping bags by his feet. He keeps a watchful eye on you as youāre shown around at some pieces you might like. A necklace is calling your name, but new earrings would be nice, too. But with the way youāre feeling, you might just leave with everything that you take even the vaguest of interest in.
You hear Yuujiās phone ring behind you, and it forces you to look at him expectantly. Itās embarrassing, really, how badly youāre hoping itās Sukuna to ask for your location so he can be here with you. But his younger sibling shakes his head despondently, feeling sad that heās letting you down.
āShit, I have to go.ā Yuuji tells you, and your brows furrow. You canāt remember the last time youāve been left alone. What could be so important? He looks at you, eyes serious and almost desperate as he wills you to listen to him. āI wonāt be long, please donāt leave. Sukuna will kill me if anything happens to you.ā
āItās fine, Yuu.ā you nod, barely looking at him anymore as you admire the glimmering jewels in their glass display cases once more. āIāll be here.ā
He smiles, gratefully, and squeezes your shoulder. His speed is impressive, youāre surprised you havenāt been left with a dust cloud as he leaves your side and departs the store. You have no idea whatās happening, but it must be serious if Yuuji had to rush off like that.
The clerk assisting you canāt help but fawn over how gorgeous you look as he allows you to try on a diamond necklace that caught your eye. Itās simple, something youād wear every day. Itās glamorous but not overstated.
āThere are matching earrings, if youāre interested.ā the clerk tells you, and you nod. āAnd thereāsāā
āIf it matches, Iāll take it all.ā you smile. The clerk nods and takes the necklace from you. You watch for a few minutes as he wanders around and collects everything youāve asked for, but you soon get bored and begin browsing again.
You raise your head as you see two men with black hair enter. You unintentionally stare, but soon avert your gaze when another necklace catches your eyes. You hear the men discuss something about a sister, and you deduce they are likely here to purchase gifts. You feel your blood run cold as they become silent, and you feel them glaring at you.
Youāve gotten a sense of when people are sizing you up, now. Even if itās something as tedious as being leered at. Being with Sukuna has taught you to sense danger, however small.
āIād like this necklace as well, please.ā you speak, hoping your confidence and signalling of the staff will get them to stop staring at you. The clerk nods and sends another member of staff to your side to aid you.
You look in the direction of the men. Truthfully, you arenāt sure if you had tried to warn them that you were onto them with a look their way. It seems like youāre more interested in scoping out a potential threat.
āItāll suit you.ā the younger one says. āMaybe we should get something like that for Tsumiki?ā
The older man is silent.
Your skin tightens together, breaking out in goosebumps as his looming presence gets closer and closer to you. You clear your throat, hoping that it will be enough to tell him that you know heās there and you donāt want him to be. It does little to dissuade him, though.
He stares at you, urging you to return it. Thereās an uncomfortable yet palpable silence between the two of you as you look into each otherās eyes. His face is sculpted, yet damaged. And still, you find him beautiful. A scar stabs betwixt his lips, though itās aged and healed.
Itās a warning, in itself, that you shouldnāt trust him.
But his gaze is serious and endearing all in one. His eyes are beautiful, just like the man heās with. Thereās no doubt, now, that theyāre related. Theyāre like a copy of one another. Father and son, you suspect. Though they remind you of Sukuna and Yuuji. The man in front of your appears to be the same age as your lover, maybe a little older. Yuuji is around the same age at the young man accompanying him.
You find yourself lost in his eyes, an odd compulsion to figure out this man and his life story. Who is he and what could he want with you? Your guard has been lowered, despite it being unwise. You should be more alert, if anything.
But those eyes areā
āYouāre staring, sweetheart.ā he tells you, breaking his eyes away from you to look at the clerk behind you. He curls his finger, a simple instruction that you seem to miss until you see him holding the necklace in his hand. āMay I?ā he asks, acting before you even answer.
You turn around and make sure your hair isnāt in the way so he can put it on you. This isnāt right, you know it isnāt. You arenāt sure why youāre allowing him to do this. Heās so close that you can feel his breath on the back of your neck, the hairs stand on end when you realise.
He fastens the clasp behind your neck, and casually allows his hand to fall into the small of your back as he guides you to a nearby mirror.
āSuits you.ā he tells you, tucking hair behind your ear so he can examine it further. You donāt miss the way his eyes drop to your cleavage, though, and you clear your throat again. It prompts him to slip back into his cool demeanour. āMy daughter is around your age. Think sheād like it?ā
āI donāt know your daughter. And I donāt know you.ā you remind him, earning a soft chuckle from him. You watch him summon the man he brought with him, and now youāre sure heās his son. After hearing him mention his sister, you manage to put the pieces together.
āI want two of these.ā he announces, making sure everyone can hear. You arenāt sure if heās instructing his son or the clerk beside you. Either way, he hands his credit card to the man heās with in a similar way Sukuna does to you.
Itās almost⦠dismissive.
āTwo?ā you say, curiously.
āIām buying yours.ā he tells you. He shushes you when you go to protest. āYouāre brave, hah? Big mouth, attitude, ān your pretty too. I like it.ā
āIām spoken for. And expensive things wonātāā
āI know.ā he interrupts you, putting his hands in his pockets. He looks over to his son as he pays for the jewellery. Youāre nervous, though itās not entirely because of him. The thought of explaining this to Sukuna sends chills down your spine. āGirls like you are always spoken for. And he looks after you, yeah? Buys you nice things ān all that. Figures.ā
ā⦠Y-You didnāt tell me your nameā¦ā you say, meekly. Itās pathetic and wimpy, though thatās how you feel beneath his divine gaze. He smirks at the sound of your voice, maybe itās the submission.
āToji.ā he replies, simply. His son approaches him with a single shopping bag, itās black and sleek with the store logo on the side. It makes you excited and impatient to receive your own purchases. And after this, you have no desire to shop anymore. You want to get home where you know youāre safe. āWe oughtāa get goinā, Megs.ā Toji tells his son, who nods in agreement.
Just as theyāre about to leave, Yuuji returns.
He canāt say anything, not right away. If you were looking at him, though, youād be able to see how much he wants to burst. Thereās a vein bulging in his forehead as he looks between the men.
But your eyes are solely on Toji.
His hands remain firmly in his pockets as he walks away and towards the exit. And then he turns around again, fully, facing you head in to gift you with his parting words.
āGive Sukuna my regards, wonāt you, sweetheart?ā he smirks, leaving the store with his son in tow.
āFushiguro!ā Yuuji yells, though they pay him no mind. He faces you, now, intent on finding out what the hell is going on. āWhat was that all about? Are you stupid? Seriously stupid? I told you not to talk to anyone!ā
āYou didnāt, you told me not to leave.ā you remind him, and he grunts. āWho were they, Yuuji? Iāve never seen either of them before.ā you tell him. He just shakes his head and decides to ignore you. Heās furious, though you canāt figure out why.
Have you really done something so bad?
The fact that Toji seems to know who Sukuna is certainly doesnāt bode well. Theyāre from rival gangs, clearly. His and his sonās tattoos arenāt like Sukunaās. His are brazen, confident. He was cocky enough to get them on his face, too. But the Fushiguroās, as Yuuji had named them, must hide their markings beneath their shirts like most yakuza men tend to.
āLetās go.ā Yuuji speaks, anger lingering in his quiet words as he leads you out of the store and back to his car. āIāll have to tell Sukuna about thisā¦ā he explains, making sure all of your shopping is secure safely in the trunk of his car. You get into the passenger seat and shrug, it makes no difference to you if he tells his brother about this.
You donāt even know what heās telling him.
It gets later and later into the evening, with no signs of Sukuna returning any time soon.
And youāre ready for him.
Youāre fully dressed, wearing the very same clothes youād worn to go shopping hours earlier. But you had stripped briefly when you got to your room. The lingerie options were almost infinite as you peaked in each and every shopping bag you brought home from the boutique.
Heāll like the pink one most, you suspected.
So, you put it on.
āWhereās Sukuna?ā your one and only true friend in this cutthroat world asks through the speaker of your phone. It snaps you from your daze as you recall how the pink lingerie fit your body like a God damn glove while you checked yourself out in the mirror. āYouāre doing housewife shit while heās out having fun?ā Nobara continues, and it makes you scoff. Thereās laughter in it, but your annoyance towards your lover is evident.
āHeās with Uraume.ā you say, calmly, as you continue washing the mountains of dishes in the sink. You arenāt normally one to do chores, but you thought it would distract you from your worries. Even if only for a moment.
āOh I hate her.ā
āMe too.ā you agree. Something tells you Nobara doesnāt feel as strongly as sheās making out, sheās just showing support. You appreciate it all the same, though. āThereās something going on⦠I know there is.ā
āNo way. You donāt know, you just think you do. But even I can see how much he worships you. Heād never cheat!ā she says confidently, and you wish you could believe her. Itās not like youād leave him, even if he was.
Heās conditioned you to need him, after all. How can you go back to your old apartment when itās his, now? Your old, pathetically paying job wonāt cut it, either. Sukuna has gotten you used to the finer things in life, things you donāt want to lose. Your friends, your family, itās all gone and forgotten. All you have is him.
Thereās no leaving him, now.
ā⦠I donāt trust him, sometimes.ā you confess, quietly. You arenāt even sure if she heard you over the sound of the gushing tap. āI donāt trustāā
The sound of a lock turning in the door stops you from speaking anymore. You look over your shoulder, and you finally see him. He doesnāt say a word as he comes in. He gives you a curt nod as he hangs up his jacket.
āUh, Nobara, howās your day been?ā you ask, loudly, hoping sheāll get the hint and change the subject.
You tense up a little as you feel Sukunaās presence looming closer and closer. You put down a plate as you feel him behind you. His body traps yours between his and the sink. You hold your eyes closed lightly as you feel him. Really feel him. You arenāt sure youāll ever get over his domineering size.
Nobara begins to prattle on about nothing in particular, and relief flows through you. You manage to stifle a heavy breath as Sukuna begins to kiss your neck; though you almost falter as he takes your earlobe softly between his teeth.
āSukuna, ām on the phone.ā you angle your head to whisper, but he just silences you with a kiss instead. And instinctively, youāre smiling again. Youāre so simple, maybe even stupid. Itās always so easy for him to placate you, even without knowing youāre upset with him.
āDonāt care,ā he growls into your mouth, kissing you again. āYou agreed, did you not?ā he asks, feeling you up over your clothes. Your head droops back onto his shoulder as you feel him caress your tits through the fabric of your dress. His free hand roams between your legs, pushing the black material covering your thighs between them and dampening it with your slick.
āMmpf,ā you hum, lightly, biting your lip. You canāt help but wriggle and squirm beneath his touch. As much as youād prefer to stop so you can wrap up what youāre doing first, you did agree to this when you started dating him.
āAnyway, I still donāt think Sukuna would fuck Uraume.ā Nobara speaks, and you both freeze for a moment.
As she lists her reasons, in gratuitous detail, Sukunaās hands move across your body. Theyāre slow, but with purpose. Your dress settles back into place once he moves his left hand away from your core. He wraps his arm around your midsection, tightly, giving you no chance to flee. His right hand moves a little quicker, fingers brush along your collarbone until he finds your neck. He somehow manages to choke you, slightly, while holding your jaw with his thumb and index finger.
And he makes you look at him.
He doesnāt speak, the sound of Nobara discussing everything youāve told her about him and Uraume is the only sound either of you hear. His red eyes terrify you the longer it goes on. The longer he goes without speaking a word.
āāKunaāā
āYouāre jealous of Uraume?ā he says, loud enough for Nobara to hear. Sheās quiet. Uncharacteristically so. And then your heart plummets when you hear the beep that signifies the call has ended. āStill?ā
āWhat do youā Sukuna!ā you yell, feeling him pull your dress down your body. You try to scold him. You try to focus on finishing the dishes so you donāt give him the satisfaction of knowing how desperately you crave him. But itās all in vain as he spanks you upon seeing the pretty pink set hugging your body.
āGood girl.ā he tells you, spanking you again.
The chore of washing cups and plates is soon abandoned as he yanks your hair by the roots. Your back arches gloriously, and he canāt help but slap your ass repeatedly until it stings. He wants to hurt you, just because he loves you.
Heās insulted that you think so little of him.
āWhat happened to you, princess?ā he asks, spanking you again. āYou never used to be so insecure. Thatās what I liked about you.ā
Liked?
āDonātā c-careāā
āOh?ā he interrupts, āYou really want to be a brat for me right now? Iām not in the mood, but you can test me if youāre feeling brave.ā he warns you, and you manage to shake your head in defiance.
āSukuna, I justā I donāt like her.ā you tell him, you see an eyebrow raise out of the corner of your eye. Itās a curious look you canāt quite place. Maybe he hadnāt expected you to say something so honest, or maybe he just canāt put his finger on why you feel this way about her. āShe has feelings for you⦠itās so obvious.ā
āAnd?ā he speaks, his hand that had been around your throat moves to the bend of your knee. He effortlessly raises your leg so that it rests on the marble countertop. His breathing is heavy and stained with alcohol as it fans across your shoulder.
Your breath hitches as he hooks his finger into the seat of your panties, moving the pink material into the crease of your thigh. You shiver just slightly as the cool air of the air-conditioned room hits your folds, and he growls as he holds you tighter.
With one hand, he unbuckles his belt and manages to free his length from his trousers. You gasp as you feel him press his heavy tip between your folds, the tacky wet sound reverberates through the room. He isnāt targeting anywhere specific, but he snarls each time you mewl when he catches against your entrance.
āUnffā fu-uck!ā you keen as he finally pushes into you.
āThis,ā he starts, slowly sinking inside of your welcoming slot. Your eyes roll over white with each agonising delve into your walls and towards your sweet spot. He spanks you once more, demanding your concentration as he tries to drill his words into your before he starts drilling his cock into you. āItās all yours, yāhear me, princess?ā he explains as he carefully rocks his hips, his chest swells with pride as he repeatedly nudges against your g-spot.
āS-Sukuna,ā you pant. āDaddy, I love you.ā you tell him, tears spill down your cheeks as you pathetically confess. He knows, of course he knows. But his ego will never tire of hearing those four precious words from the lips of his favourite girl.
āYeah? Yālove daddy?ā he asks, faux sympathy in his voice as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. āHurts my feelings when you donāt trust me.ā he lies.
āām sorry,ā you sob, āI trust you, daddy, ām sorry!ā you continue, and you melt into his touch when you feel him softly kiss your cheek again and again as his thrusts get faster and faster and faster.
Heās so deep you can feel him in your throat. Your mind is churning, thoughts become liquid the harder and deeper he pounds into you. His teeth sink into your shoulder as he continues, and he shoves his fingers into your mouth to silence your cries.
You suck and lick and lave over them as if your life depended on it.
He forces your mouth open wide, strings of drool dribble from your lips and tongue as he repeatedly fingers dangerously close to your throat. He laughs maniacally when he flies to close to the sun, triggering your gag reflex.
āOh, baby, got real tight for daddy like that.ā he tells you. Your hands search for something, anything to grasp as he ruins you from the inside. āSo fuckinā tight for me, princess. Wanna cum?ā
āYes, yes please.ā is what youāre hoping to say despite his fingers still invading your orifice. āPlease daddy, n-need it.ā
āMmm, good fucking girl.ā he praises you. āSo needy, hah? Iāll be good to you this once. So cum.ā
You brace yourself, twisting your torso so that youāre facing him. His fingers remain in your mouth, but your fixation on them has dies a slow, painful death the longer this encounter carries on. His fingering slows, but the spit leaking from your mouth still pools out and covers whatever it squelches on top of.
āGo on, cum for daddy.ā he orders.
And you do.
You cream his length as you lose control of your entire body and give it to him. Youāre crying so hard but you donāt know why. He licks your cheeks, though, getting off on the taste of the salt and sorrow youāre gifting him with. You convulse as you reach the peak of your orgasm, and he makes sure to keep a careful hold of you.
āHate you being fucking jealous.ā he explains as he chases his own high, the deafening sounds of your genitals meeting again is so sloppy and lewd. If you werenāt so tired, youāre sure your face would flush with heat from the embarrassment of it all. āYouāre mine. I only fuck you. I only cum in this perfect cunt. Are you listening? Or did daddy fuck you too fucking stupid?ā
āD-Daddy,ā you mumble, ālove youā¦ā you trail off, exhaustion consuming you as you bargain with yourself to rest your eyes for just a minute.
āDaddyās slutty girl, yeah?ā he grunts, and heās surprised that you manage to nod in response. āOnly shut that big fucking mouth of yours when youāre getting this cock.ā he speaks, he hopes youāre listening but heās not so sure.
With only a few thrusts later, heās cumming buckets into you. You hum at the sensation, the warmth of being gifted with your daddyās load is a soothing feeling that makes you feel completely claimed. Youāre safe, secure, like this. He plugs his cum inside of you for a while as he refuses to move.
You donāt want to think about the fact that you arenāt ever really going to know the truth. You wonāt know if heās just telling you what you want to hear while heās out doing exactly what youāre worried about. You wonāt truly feel safe unless Uraume goes.
But you know that will never happen.
He pulls out of you, watching as your pussy pulses while he splits open your lips on his fingers. His softening cock jumps at the sight of his sperm gushing out of you and splattering against the cold kitchen tiles below. He angles your body, again, so that he can plant a searing, messy kiss on your lips from behind.
He wipes his dick against your ass, doing a poor job of it before he tucks himself back into his grey trousers. He moves the gusset of your panties back where it belongs to stop anymore cum from dripping out of you.
āI should⦠clean upā¦ā you say, wistfully as you look at the remaining dishes in the sink and the dollop of sperm on the ground beneath you.
āDonāt worry about it.ā he tells you, walking towards your bedroom to find your shopping bags. āShow daddy what else you got today.ā
You take a deep breath and stumble a little on unstable legs. He looks behind himself, reaching out to take your hand to support you. He leads you to your room, a little surprised by the amount of new shopping bags spread out.
He lifts you up and places you down carefully on the bed. You bite your lip as he helps you out of your high heels while heās down on one knee. He watches, attentively, as you throw your head back as he kisses each of your legs.
āI donāt recall telling you to buy jewellery.ā he speaks, knowing he didnāt say it at all. You only giggle, which makes his smile grow wider. He rests his body on his knuckles on either side of your thighs, his nose almost touching yours as he examines you. āThat one is new, isnāt it?ā he asks, reaching up to hold the pendant against his palm. You nod, and he hums.
He takes his time admiring everything as he looks through each and every bag. Youāre silent as he searches, not sure what heās actually looking to find. Sukuna seems pleased with the multitudes of lingerie youāve returned home with, often looking between the material and yourself as he envisions it on your body.
Though soon enough, heās looking through the jewellery. Heās full of flattery, for some reason. You canāt help wondering if itās because of your very obvious insecurity.
Your heart sinks, however, when he picks up the receipt.
āWā uh, what are you doing?ā you ask, cursing yourself for not playing it cool in the least.
Heās silent as he looks over each item and price. His eyes drift briefly to look at you before heās fixated on the receipt again. āIām checking how much having a bratty princess for a wife has cost me today.ā he tells you, his voice almost monotone as he speaks. He picks up each piece of jewellery as he mentally checks it off of the list in his hand. And then his eyes zero in on you once more. Or specifically, the necklace youāre wearing. āDid you steal that?ā he asks.
You shake your head.
If thereās one thing youāve learnt from being with Sukuna, it will never serve you to lie. He knows more than you can possibly imagine. And what he doesnāt know, he figures out quickly.
ā⦠Iām going to fucking kill him.ā he speaks through gritted teeth, crumpling up the receipt in his hand. You have no idea who heās talking about. He stands up, holding the necklace around your neck in a clenched fist. āTell me, princess. Do you love this necklace? Or did you pick it impulsively?ā
āBoth,ā you nod. āI was only looking at it becauseā b-but I love it, now.ā
He lets go of the pendant, now warm against your skin after being in the palm of your lover despite it being brief. He smooths his hand over your hair and then strokes your cheek with his thumb.
āA lovely gift from a man trying to muscle in on my territory.ā
You knew Toji must be yakuza, too. But you had no idea he was such a direct rival of Sukunaās. Itās unsurprising, though. Maybe theyād been tailing you and Yuuji today. Youād assumed it was a coincidence that they wound up in the same store as you, but youāre no stranger to being naĆÆve.
Sukunaās territoryā¦
Could he also be referring to you?
āTerritorial disputes are standard practice in our line of work, Sukuna.ā Uraume starts, trying her best to calm your boyfriend down as he seethes in yet another meeting. āAlthough she has certainly complicated things.ā she speaks, looking at you as her tone becomes more calculated and vicious.
Of course to anyone else, it sounds like sheās just making a point.
But you know better.
āI didnāt complicate anything, thank you, Uraume. I went shopping as I was instructed to do and he just showed up.ā you try to defend yourself maturely despite wanting to rip her hair from her scalp.
āNo, this isnāt your fault.ā Sukuna reassures you. āYou shouldnāt have fucking left her you idiot!ā he bellows, his voice booming through the room until it reaches his brothers ears. His words seem to echo the longer Yuuji remains silent. He doesnāt even get the chance to talk as Sukuna demands he be quiet. āMore and more of them are doing shady shit in areas that I own. Making profit that should be mine. How do weāā
āYuuji, youāre friendly with his son, right?ā you ask. And he shrugs, passively. Youāre sure thereās a story there. Perhaps they went to school together given that theyāre the same age, but you donāt want to press it and risk him getting in deeper trouble with his sibling. āDo you have a phone number or anything for him?ā
āUhā¦ā Yuuji pats down his body as he looks through his phone. Sukuna watches, everyone watches as he scrolls through his contacts. And finally, he nods.
āCall it.ā Uraume orders, Sukuna looks at her and then nods at his brother in agreement.
The tension in the air can be cut with a knife as each ring passes. You feel sick to your stomach the longer it goes on.
Until finallyā
āI was wondering when youād call.ā the younger Fushiguro answers, Yuuji places the phone down on the table and puts it on speaker. āMy old man has an offer for your brother.ā
āMegumi, Sukuna isnāt exactly the negotiating type.ā Yuuji explains. āHe wants you and your dad dead, to be honest. That shit you pulled at the jewellery storeāā
āIs he listening?ā Megumi asks. Yuuji looks up to his brother for permission to confirm or deny his presence. The silence lasts a beat too long, and Megumi figures it out for himself. āIām with Toji, now.ā there is a shuffling sound on the other end as he hands his phone over to his father. A large sigh rattles through the speaker, and then he finally speaks.
āSukuna.ā he starts.
āMy brother is right, Zenāin, I donāt negotiate.ā Sukuna speaks, announcing his presence to them finally. āThere is no benefit to me letting you stake your claim on my territory. Weāve killed a few of your men already for your insolence and disrespect. Youāve no idea the lengths I will go to so that you will understand this threat isnāt empty. We wonāt just be killing the small fry next time.ā
He looks at Uraume, listening carefully as she warns him not to resort to threats of violence so soon. You look between them both, trying to gauge how heāll respond. He only sighs, agreeing with her, before asking what the negotiation would entail.
āI want to fuck that little girlfriend of yours.ā Toji says.
The room falls silent. Sukuna stares daggers at you for a few minutes as if itās your fault he said something so outrageous. You look around uncomfortably, seeing everyoneās eyes have fallen on you.
You feel dirty.
You feel like a mere bargaining chip, an object for them to make a decision over.
āEverybody out.ā Sukuna says, noticing your distress as you feel compelled to hang your head in shame. āNOW.ā
Everyone scurries from the room, the only people that remain are yourself, Sukuna, his brother and Uraume. Your lover slams his palm, hard against the table before yelling down the phone at Toji.
āAre you FUCKING joking?ā Sukuna shouts, Uraume tries to calm him down but it does little good. āIn what world do you think Iād agree to something so stupid?ā
You hear Toji chuckle, like heās considering how to use his words and what he should say. He knows exactly what he wants to tell him in response, but heās deciding if he wants to rile Sukuna up further or get straight to the point.
āIāve heard rumours that you use her like a toy.ā he starts, a smirk curls on his lip and his scar pulls along with it. You and Sukuna look at each other, wondering who could have found out about your lewd secret. āIām not⦠unreasonable. If you comply, Iām willing to come to a binding agreement that we will keep clear of your turf.ā
ā⦠Hang up the phone.ā Sukuna orders, and Yuuji immediately presses the big red button. Sukuna looks at you, eager to speak. And by his expression, whatever he wants to say seems fuelled by rage. But by a stroke of luck, Uraume intervenes.
āI think you should do it.ā she starts. Sukuna directs his angry glare towards her, while you look at her in surprise. āWeāve all heard the rumours, itās not a secret, Sir. I believe itās called āfree useā yes?ā
āWhy is that relevant?ā you ask.
āWell, youāre used to being used, no? Why is this any different. It would be for Sukuna, for all of us. Iām sure youād be able to open your legs for a few minutes for the sake of peace.ā she speaks, calmly, crossing one leg over the other as she leans back in her seat. You scoff, standing up to argue, but Sukuna splays out his hand and warns you to keep in line. āSukuna, itās just sex. You wonāt have to pay them off, you wonāt have to share your territory that weā that you have worked so hard for. A simple trade.ā
He sighs as he looks between you both.
āItās not that straightforward, at all.ā Sukuna tells her. You hope heāll elaborate but feel a little deflated when he opts to keep quiet instead. You feel comfortable with your so-called arrangement because youāre in love.
At least, thatās what you thought.
āA shame. You continue to be a useless disappointment in this organization.ā she tells you. āIf it were me, Iād do it.ā
āWell, Uraume. It isnāt you. You know why?ā you spit back, shoving by Sukuna with the intention of leaving when youāve said your piece. āBecause you are his subordinate. I am his wife.ā and with that, you leave.
Uraume is unfazed, however, which would infuriate you more if you were around to see it. Instead youāre leaving with your handbag in tow. Youāre stopped, however, when you reach the exit. Sukunaās men are holding you hostage on his orders. He hasnāt followed you to see if youāre okay. Heās still talking to Yuuji and Uraume as you pace around an empty meeting room.
Youāve always hated this building. Every time you come for a meeting here youāre nauseated by an overwhelming mechanical smell. Itās the office supplies, you assume. The copy machines and printers whir all day and night, the perfect operation taking place to disguise Sukunaās general misdeeds.
Around twenty minutes later, youāre no longer alone.
Sukuna enters the room and shuts the door behind himself. Your eyes water as you instantly read his expression. You know thereās another way, but heās obviously made his decision. Uraumeās influence played a part, you donāt doubt.
āI donāt want to. I love youā¦ā you cry. āSheās trying toāā
āEnough.ā he silences you, curling his finger. A simple instruction for you to follow him. āI havenāt decided yet, come along.ā
He brings you back to the meeting room where you were sitting earlier. He commands Uraume and Yuuji to leave, and they do, Yuuji leaves his phone behind so Sukuna can call Megumiās phone again.
āI donāt want to share you.ā he confesses, pulling you into his lap as he spins the phone in his hand. Each thud against the desk makes your anxiety spike. āUraume is right, though. Itās a tempting offer for the sake of a few measly minutes.ā
āI donāt want to fuck him, Sukuna.ā you pout. āI canāt believe youāre even considering it! What if heās lying and will keep asking to fuck me? I donāt want everyone to find out about it and think Iām some whore. Do youāā you stop, a large knot gets stuck in your throat as you try to remain composed. You feel sick to your stomach, and you hate that you even have to ask. āDo you even love me anymore⦠Sukunaā¦ā you ask, lower lip trembling as you speak.
āI do, of course I still love you.ā he tries to assure you, but it feels half-hearted at best. āIād prefer you to make a decision; but I want it to be the right one. And remember, you agreed to let me use you. And I will use you for whatever purpose I desire, if that means letting other men use your cunt for the sake of peace⦠thenā¦ā
āāKunaā¦ā
āIām talking now.ā he stops you, grabbing your cheeks in his hand and squeezing until your lips pucker. āYou better spread those pretty legs nice ān wide for daddy, I want you to make me proud.ā
He lets go, slowly, and uses a single finger to call Megumi back.
It rings.
And it rings.
And it ringsā
āYou mull it over?ā Toji answers, his cockiness radiating through the phone. āWho am I speaking to? Sukuna?ā
āIām here.ā he answers, he bounces his thigh, a silent instruction for you to announce yourself. And, for him, you do. āWeāve thought about it.ā
āAnd?ā Toji speaks.
Sukuna looks up at you, expecting you to do the honours of answering. His face is stoic and it makes your heart sink. He really wants you to agree to this. This is the first time since youāve been with him thatās heās made you feel like the object you agreed to be, for him. You thought it was out of love. Maybe even respect.
You were a fool to think that, you see that now.
You take a deep breath, and your whole body shakes. Even the little breaths you take to steel yourself warble and you try and gain the confidence to tell Toji that you agree.
Sukuna agrees, you donāt.
āWeāre not interested.ā you tell him. Sukuna glares at you, and you swear you see flames licking through his pupils. You try to stand up, but youāre trapped. He holds you, tight, and you worry about what youāve let yourself in for. āSukuna, get off.ā you try to warn him off quietly, but it only increases his grip.
He mutes the call, and fingers sink harshly into the fat of your hips as he lifts you up. You land on the large meeting table with a thud as he towers above you with a dangerous glint in his eye.
āYou dare disobey me?ā he starts. You flinch as he raises his hand, the rings on his fingers twinkle under the fluorescent lights in the room. He doesnāt hit you, and you canāt tell if thatās what he was considering. Heās never struck you before. But, thinking about it, youāve never defied him before. He balls his hand into a fist, a singular finger breaking free as he points in your face. āI donāt think you understood me before. Did you get confused?ā he asks, voice dripping with condescension as his eyes alternate between your shimmering eyes and tremoring lip.
You ignore him, you just stare at him as you wait for him to finish.
āUnderstand me now. You are mine. Your life, your clothes, the bed you sleep in? Mine. Your body is mine. Your cunt is barely yours, I own her.ā
āYou said the decision was mine toāā
āI said I want you to make the decision Iām telling you to make. Iām not giving you a choice, I was giving you the power to make the decision yourself. But I see now, youāre too dumb to make the right call without daddyās help.ā
You sniff, picking up the phone to your side and unmuting the call. Youāre surprised Toji is still on the other end, perhaps he knew that youād gone against orders and was waiting to hear your reconsideration. He doesnāt say a word, nor does Sukuna, as you continue to sniffle and gather your bearings.
āT-Toji?ā you whimper, and you hear an amused breath on the other end.
āYes, darlinā, Iām here.ā he speaks. His voice is somewhat soothing given the circumstances. Your lovers fiery stare remains on you. He and your very own body are imploring you to make the decision heās expecting of you. But your heart, your mind, tell you otherwise. If Sukuna kills you, so be it.
āIām sorry. I donāt want to sleep with you, I love Sukuna too m-much.ā you whimper, tears cascade down your face as you look at him. Even after this, after how heās spoken to you and what heās trying to make you do, you canāt help but love him. Even his face softens as he hears your plea. Your utter devotion to him makes his heart skip a beat.
There may even be a slither of remorse behind his eyes.
āYouāre a real good girl, arenātcha? So loyal⦠Itās hard to find girls like you.ā Toji responds, and it snaps Sukuna out of his daze. The looming anger returns as he realises youāve ignored direct orders twice now. āTell ya what⦠Sukuna, you still there?ā
ā⦠Iām here.ā he responds, slouching down in the seat heād been sitting in previously. Itās odd, looking down at him like this. He looks deflated, like he doesnāt know how to handle you. Maybe he does still love you, after all. He doesnāt want to hurt you or kill you, heās wrestling with it. If you were like his subordinates youād be dead already.
He doesnāt know what to do with you.
āPrincess, would you feel better if Sukuna was there?ā he asks. You both look at each other, unsure of what heās getting at. The idea infuriates Sukuna. Why on earth would he want to sit like some cuck while one of his enemies rails his girlfriend? āI donāt need you to myself, I just want to fuck you.ā
āUm⦠oh.ā you speak, the penny finally dropping. āI like that better.ā you confess.
āMm, Iāll bet.ā Toji smirks. āAlright, Iāll make arrangements.ā
āGo find Yuuji and go home.ā Sukuna whispers as Toji continues to speak. He barely looks at you as you slide off the desk. So you donāt even bother saying goodbye. Youāre still so fucking angry at him for all of this. But, really, you canāt help but feel like he isnāt pulling the strings here.
Not really.
You find Yuuji outside vaping, and he chokes when he sees you. He desperately attempts to swat the plume of smoke away, but itās too late. You take the device from his hand and drop it on the ground.
āEnough.ā you tell him, crushing it beneath the chunky platform and heel of your boot while looking him dead in the eye. āStop buying them.ā
āSorry.ā he chuckles. āWant me to take you home?ā
āYes,ā you sigh. āThe long way⦠if you donāt mind.ā
He nods, understandingly.
Maybe you chose the wrong Itadori to fall in love with.
You hadnāt realised how close Tojiās apartment is to yours and Sukunaās. You never even knew he existed until a few days ago. And yet, now, youāre in the elevator on your way up to the penthouse suite.
The preparation into this night, which youāre sure will amount to a few grunts and thrusts from each of them before theyāre panting and bored, has been substantial.
Sukuna agreed to let Toji cover the cost of everything, which surprised you. Sukuna is a proud man, heās proud of himself and the money he makes. And heās especially proud of his possessions.
Most of all, you.
Youāve been accompanied by Yuuji and Megumi for the last week everywhere you go. And theyāve bickered about everything.
As you were sitting in the hair salon earlier, Yuuji insisted upon how Sukuna would like your hair to look, whilst Megumi argued about what Toji would prefer.
They argued when they took you clothes shopping about what kind of outfit you should wear. They argued about what colour lingerie you should wear. Hell, they even argued about what perfume would be best.
You didnāt have the energy to intervene, however, not when it feels like your world is crumbling around you. Youāve lost Sukuna, you think. You arenāt sure how or when it happened, but you donāt see love in his eyes anymore. And itās a foolās gambit to try and force that love back.
Now, youāre just a toy heās grown tired of.
The elevator stops with a ding as you reach the top. Your stomach is doing somersaults, and youāre a little taken aback as Sukuna takes your hand in his. The reassuring squeeze he offers calms you immensely as he leads you out directly into the apartment.
āWelcome.ā Megumi greets you both. He gestures to a bottle champagne and three pre-poured flutes filled with the gorgeous, bubbly liquid. You donāt notice until you get closer that thereās even strawberries drowning in the glasses. āMake yourselves at home, he wonāt be long.ā Megumi speaks, gesturing to the modern staircase that leads upstairs.
And with that, he leaves. He enters the elevator and waves as the doors shut, taking him all of the way to the ground floor. You canāt help but wonder where heās going. Maybe, despite all of the bickering, he and Yuuji are planning to go out and have fun together while their bosses are occupied.
You feel sick.
Everyoneās going to find out about this. Everyone is going to have you down as a slut who trades her body for the sake of gang disputes. The naĆÆve nature within you is telling you that this is a one time thing. That you made the choice and you only made it because there is something so alluring about Toji.
But, really, after this⦠you fear that you may be better off dead.
āWell arenāt you a sight for sore eyes?ā Toji speaks as he announces himself, slowly descending the stairs as he drinks you in. His shirt is open, revealing his glorious body beneath. Each move he makes is teasing, only subtly showing off his musculature that glistens beneath. āYou look beautiful, sweetheart.ā he tells you.
His hand settles on your hip as he kisses your cheek. Itās gentle, yet forceful, and it lasts a beat longer than you had expected. The feeling of his lips is cemented against your face, and it takes every ounce of willpower that you have to not hold your cheek longingly.
āGlad you could make it, both of you.ā Toji expresses, looking at Sukuna briefly before focusing on you again. He canāt get enough of you. He canāt stop ogling your perfect body in the skintight, chocolate coloured dress youāre wearing. The way your breasts slightly spill over the bust, the way the plunge shows the perfect amount of cleavage, the way a huge slit down the side perfectly showcases one of your legs and teases the treasure at the apex of your thighs.
He picks up two glasses, handing them to you and Sukuna, before grabbing his own.
āTo peace.ā he smirks. Sukuna chuckles and repeats his sentiment, though youāre silent. You arenāt exactly proud of yourself for doing this for the sake of peace.
But at the very least, you might have a little fun. You take a small sip, while Sukuna and Tojiās glasses are bare. Toji tops them up, and they chat as if theyāre old friends.
āIām sure you didnāt invite us over just to make nice, Zenāin.ā Sukuna comments, and Toji laughs but nods. Sukuna sets down his champagne flute, tilting your head up by your chin with two dominant fingers. āShe wonāt object to anything. Isnāt that right, princess?ā he asks, and you nod.
Toji finishes his drink again, circling around you both to stand behind you. Sukuna sits down, already pouring his third drink of the evening as he watches how you choose to behave. Youāre not going to defy again, though. Not when you agreed of your own accord.
Your gaze narrows as your eyelids become heavy from Tojiās presence behind you. He softly gropes and manhandles every inch of your body. And even the areas you wouldnāt normally consider sensitive have you shuddering under his touch.
He attacks your exposed thigh, dragging the back of his nails upwards towards your pussy as his teeth lightly graze your pulse point. You emit a vociferous moan as his fingers splay outward, his digits barely breaching the material of your dress and yet somehow stimulating your immediately drenched cunt.
āI think she likes me.ā he sighs against your skin, maintaining complete eye contact with Sukuna as he feels you up. āThis dress was made for you, baby.ā he tells you, kissing softly behind your ear.
āLook,ā Sukuna starts, standing up as he looms above you. He pulls down the bust, revealing the black mesh bra underneath. Your nipples are barely covered, perfectly visible to all eyes in the room. He cups your breasts, and his thumbs repeatedly swipe over the raised buds. āTheyāre so hard, princess. Is this exciting you?ā he asks.
You nod, dumbly. He captures your lips in a deep kiss and you moan into it. Toji reaches forwards over your shoulder, grabbing a handful of your tit as he squeezes the flesh and lightly flicks the nipple. His other hand settles in the curve of your hip, and you yelp slightly into Sukunaās mouth as he pulls you backwards against his body.
āFeel how hard youāre makinā me already, darlinā?ā he asks, sharp canines nipping lightly against your bare neck as he pants shallowly against your skin. āHavenāt even touched your pussy yet and Iām aching. Havenāt even seen your fuckinā panties.ā
āStrip her, go on.ā Sukuna orders. He backs away as he allows Toji to move you wherever he desires.
You gasp as you feel him move you with ease until your bent over the countertop, your face turns to the side to face Sukuna and the bucket of champagne. Youāre distracted by the water droplets slowly traversing down until you hear Toji gnarl against the nape of your neck.
You canāt help but whimper when you feel him repeatedly kiss your bare skin until he reaches the zip of your dress. Sukuna stares into your eyes. Watery, eager eyes that are still focused on him without him even touching you. The red irises that own you and your every move, Toji was right, you are a good loyal girl.
Toji takes the zip between his teeth and pulls downward until the dress shucks from your body, it starts to pool at your feet, but still clings to your waist. Sukuna helps yank it downwards, while Toji lands a harsh strike against your supple rear. He whistles at the sight of your flesh jiggling, repeating the action on the opposite cheek just to see it again.
āDo you know how to use that mouth, princess?ā Toji asks, and you nod.
āShe knows how to talk shit with it.ā Sukuna informs him, and Toji smirks. āBut she gives good head, too. Get on your knees.ā Sukuna tells you.
And you drop like a stone in front of Toji, youāre sure your knees will be red raw from the uncomfortable landing. You watch Toji with complete focus as he unbuckles his belt. Your eyes stay on his, getting the perfect view of his defined abs and large pecs as you stare up at him. The metal of his belt echoes through the room as he throws it in Sukunaās direction.
Youāre awestruck when Tojiās length is revealed. Heās beautiful. You donāt even realise youāre drooling until the bubbly liquid drips down and splats against your hand. Heās huge. Sukuna is too, but Toji might have him slightly bested. His cock curves upwards, and you canāt help squirm as you think about it hitting all of the right spots inside of you.
His pubic hair is trimmed perfectly. You wonder if he usually keeps himself groomed or if he only did it for this occasion. His tip is gorgeous. A slightly more blush pink in comparison to the rest of his cock. And itās oozing. Itās shimmering with pre, the tip is completely covered and some of his length below is coated too.
āIām gonna kill you if you keep staring at his cock like that, princess.ā Sukuna warns you. You look at him, worry stabbing through your eyes before Toji grabs your jaw and forces you to focus on him again. He bends down, his face dangerously close to yours.
āHe might kill you later, but Iām gonna kill you now if you donāt hurry and put that pretty mouth to work.ā he snarls. You nod, widening your mouth to accommodate his girth. He groans, passionately, as his tip hits against your restrictive throat. āFuuuuuck, good girl.ā
You hold his hips as you attempt to take him deeper and deeper into your mouth. Your jaw already hurts, you feel like you might need the ability to unhinge it like a snake just to take him. Itās a similar experience with Sukuna, though he doesnāt make you suck him off often. He prefers your cunt, he doesnāt like to waste time on foreplay normally.
Only if heās particularly stressed.
āYouāre right, sheās a good little cocksucker.ā he tells Sukuna as he praises you. He lightly combs his fingers through your hair with one hand before he forcefully shoves you to take his full length. And you cry out, you sob, and he slightly pulls out before shoving back in. āAre you gonna sit and watch me face fuck your toy?ā Toji asks, earning a scoff from Sukuna.
He bends down, picking up the belt Toji discarded as he approaches. āWatch.ā he orders. You gasp as Toji sets you free so that youāre true lover can take over. He wraps Tojiās belt around your neck but doesnāt completely fasten it, giving them both the freedom to tug and choke you into submission if needs be.
Sukuna removes his own belt, handing it to Toji to do with whatever he pleases. You whimper as he pulls your wrists behind your back, tying them together with the uncomfortable leather binding.
He pulls out his cock, slapping you lightly across the face with it as you wait patiently with your tongue hanging out. You mewl at he taps his tip against your tastebuds, the taste of his pre instantly permeates your senses.
Two hands settle on either side of your skull as he sinks his cock into your drooling mouth. He throws his head back, groaning as he slots in comfortably. He wastes no time, thrusting into your mouth again and again until youāre sputtering and sobbing.
āShe cries easily, huh?ā Toji drawls as he strokes himself.
Sukuna nods, forcing you down all of the way to the base until youāre choking. You canāt even steady yourself anymore with your wrists being bound. You canāt breathe and you canāt push away. He pinches your nose when you remember you can breathe through it, suffocating you completely.
āAw, whatās wrong darlinā? Not gonna break so soon, are ya?ā Toji asks, grabbing the makeshift collar and leash around your neck as he softly pulls. But he lets go as Sukuna frees you from his malicious clutches.
They both laugh as you cough and sputter, collapsing into a heap on the ground as you try and get your breath back.
āWhatās wrong? You donāt like it?ā Sukuna asks. He picks you up with ease, and youāre soon bent over the counter again. But, this time, your feet donāt touch the ground. Youāre left there, powerless to their touch with your ass perfectly raised while your feet and legs dangle helplessly over the edge.
Toji spreads your ass apart, and the stickiness sounding through the room is deafening. He sneers when it hits his ears. āSheās lying.ā he spanks you, hard. And then his fingers toy between your pussy lips, making a complete and utter mess of your panties. āDo you like old men picking on you, hm? You must do. Can you feel how sloppy this cunt is, princess?ā he asks.
You whimper out apologies, though they donāt seem to be interested. Toji picks you back up, throwing you over his shoulder as he carries you towards the stairs. Sukuna follows, a wicked grin on his face as he observes your tear-stricken face.
āDoes she like anal?ā Toji wonders.
āShe likes whatever I tell her to like.ā Sukuna laughs. āWould you like that, baby? Should we use both of your pretty holes?ā
āCanāt wait to tear these fuckinā panties off ya.ā Toji explains. āDunno why you bothered coming here with clothes on. Should have come bare, with a bow on your head.ā
You enter Tojiās bedroom. And itās gorgeous. Itās so sleek and stunning and thereās even a fireplace crackling away. The atmosphere is romantic, but this situation is hardly that.
Sukuna strokes your cheek, a subtle check to make sure youāre okay as he looks into your eyes. You nod, discreetly, before he slips his thumb between your teeth. You bite down, softly, and he canāt help but smile.
āThink this is the quietest sheās ever been,ā Sukuna starts. He massages his thumb into your tongue, and you canāt help but instinctively suck. āBeinā so good for daddy tonight.ā he praises you.
āDaddy, huh?ā Toji smirks, taking two fistfuls of your panties between his hands and tears them apart carelessly. āHope youāll call me that, sweetheart.ā
You look to Sukuna for permission, and he nods. āJust this once.ā
āReal pretty girl when youāre suckinā on somethinā.ā Toji comments. He sits on the bed beside you, lifting you up abruptly to sit on his lap. He unhooks your bra and Sukuna seamlessly breaks the straps between heavy fists, ripping it quickly from your body without undoing your bindings. āSuck āem while I play with this sweet little cunt.ā Toji groans against you as he pulls your back flush against his chest.
Sukuna lightly slaps your tits before walking away. You watch him as he takes a seat in the corner of the room, and heās become exactly what he hadnāt wanted to. He looks unfazed, though. He seems to be enjoying it if anything. He pulls a cigar from his inner breast pocket along with a lighter, he rests his ankle on his knee as he watches Toji toy with you.
āWatch him, want him to see how good I make you feel.ā Toji whispers. He presses two fingers into your mouth slowly. The metal of his rings clang against your teeth, but you donāt care. You wish you could hold his hands as you suckle and lap at his digits. Though youāre broken from your efforts as he starts to circle your clit. āMmm, such a messy pussy.ā he comments.
You wriggle and squirm even with such little pressure applied to your clit. He runs his fingers through your folds, teasing your hole only slightly before he massages your swollen clit again and again.
āāaddy!ā you whine, unable to sit still as he torments you.
āHear that? She called me daddy.ā Toji chortles, looking at Sukuna. He smirks, but again seems more unfazed than anything. You almost screech around his fingers as he finally inserts his other digits inside of you. As if they werenāt already thick, more metallic rings seem determined to push your pussy to the limit. āYouāre gonna make a mess fāme. Alright? Donāt fight me.ā
He inserts a third finger between your lips, your mouth contorts and stretches uncomfortably, and still, you suck.
He digs around inside of you like heās searching for something in particular. And when your legs begin to jolt and quiver, he deduces heās found it quick enough. His ministrations are almost evil as he alternates between hard and slow fingering. Itās so intense, so excruciating that you can barely concentrate on his fingers in your mouth.
āCanāt see your face, baby. You still with us?ā he asks, and you can only offer a barely intelligible response. Sukuna leans forward in his chair as he smokes, uncaring for where he flicks the ash. Itās the last thing on Tojiās mind, too. Especially when youāre already losing consciousness like this. āTheyāre just fingers, darlinā. Gonna go stupid for my cock if you canāt even handle this.ā he laughs.
āSlap her cunt.ā Sukuna tells him. And soon enough Toji is landing a hard enough spank to your puffy clit. You mewl, so he repeats it. Again and again. Harder and harder. āFinger her, Iāll do it.ā
Toji puts his fingers back inside of your tight walls and finds that spot again. Sukuna lords above you, cigar resting between the gentle bite of his teeth as he spanks your cunt hard. It makes you dizzy, almost delirious. The conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure make your eyes water.
āCrying again.ā he says as he spanks your pussy again. āWho knew two cocks would make you so obedient and submissive?ā
āAnd we havenāt even fucked her yet.ā Toji reminds him, and he smirks. āI should have invaded your turf a long time ago if I knew it would get us here.ā
āHm,ā Sukuna hums. Your breath hitches, and he raises an eyebrow in suspicion. āSheās going to cum. Is she getting tight?ā
āLike sheās gonna break my fingers.ā Toji smirks. And with a few more spanks against your clit as Toji continuously batters his fingers into your g-spot, youāre cumming harder than you ever have in your life. Sukuna doesnāt move away as he feels you douse him with the thick stream shooting from your cunt. āOh fuck. Youāre a little squirter, huh. Or a big squirter, look at the fuckinā mess you made of us, dirty girl. Told ya you would.ā he teases you, not letting up on your insides as he tries to draw every last drop of your arousal from you.
It's not like itās the first time youāve squirted.
But youāve never squirted that much before.
Your mouth is free as Toji pulls out his fingers, and you feel a chill as he wipes your saliva against the column of your spine. Youāre surprised when you feel him undo the belt keeping your wrists together. And youāre even more surprised as he helps you straddle him properly.
He squeezes your ass as you begin to rut your hips against his cock, the tip catches against your hole as he holds cups your cheek and offers you a showstopping, tongue tangling kiss. You yelp as Sukuna yanks your hair until your vision is his face at an almost upside down angle. He spits in your mouth, crudely, before releasing your hair.
You donāt bother swallowing it as Toji brings you back to him and locks his lips with yours. He couldnāt care less that Sukuna had spat in your mouth. Youād already sucked his cock, what did it matter to him?
āYouāre so well trained, princess.ā he smirks. He stands up, and you instantly wrap your legs around his waist. He places you flat against the bed, nibbling on your collarbone before he nips and kisses downward. Further and further and further. āLet daddy taste you.ā he demands, and you nod.
Sukuna holds your underarms and pulls you until your head droops backward, lolling over the edge of the mattress.
You wince as he slots his cock between your lips again, and he loosens the tightness of the belt still around your neck. The slight choking feeling is replaced with his hand, intent on feeling your throat bulge from the broadness of his cock.
Your legs cramp around Tojiās head as he gets to work feasting on your folds. If not for Sukunaās length stuffing your throat, youād be screaming at the way he suctions his lips around your clit. He licks and sucks again and again until your mind goes blank.
āThatās a good toy,ā Sukuna chuckles darkly. āStop thinking, now, weāll do that for you.ā
Toji canāt get enough of your taste. He canāt help but stroke himself as he pleasures you, and he grunts again and again against your heat. The fingers on his free hand sink into your doughy thighs. Heās doing all he can do to make sure you stay put. And he wants his face to be suffocated by your cunt.
Sukuna pulls out, determined not to cum this way. Heāll only cum if heās doing so directly into your womb. He drops to his knees, helping you up a little so you can look down at the man about to give you your second orgasm of the evening. Your head sags against Sukunaās broad shoulder, but you manage to look through barely open eyelids to see raven locks shaking and swaying as he lashes his tongue against your clit.
āām gonna c-cum, daddy⦠fuck.ā you mutter, unsure if youāre referring to Sukuna or Toji. Neither of them seem to care, though, theyāre more focused on your wobbly thighs and spasming cunt. āNgghhā!ā you wail.
Toji slurps up your mess as you squirt all over his face. He laughs, scar pulling deliciously as he tries to catch your essence in his wide, smiling mouth. He sticks his tongue out before attaching his lips directly against the source again.
And even heās panting when youāre finished. Completely satisfied from this alone.
Though his eyes and mind are full of desire as he fantasises about how close he is to feeling you wrapped around him.
āI want her pussy.ā Toji insists, and Sukuna shrugs his shoulders.
Sukuna scoops you into his arms, and the two of them help position your near lifeless body between them. Though your pseudo-husband is the first to shove his cock into your drooling slot. Toji scowls, prepared to pull you away from him if needs be.
āI saidāā
āAnd?ā Sukuna responds. āFuck her pussy, then.ā
Toji is frozen, unsure of what he means. But they keep eye contact as Sukuna fully sheathes himself to the hilt. Tojiās gaze only falters when he hears you moan from the stretch. You look up at him, your sweet doe eyes absolutely sodden with tears. And still, you bite your lip as you lose yourself to the bliss of being an object.
āOh, princess,ā Toji smirks, kissing the tip of your nose before he lines his cock up with your hole. āGonna have to break this little pussy, ācause your daddyās so selfish.ā he tells you.
He hisses as he breaches inside of you, and your head falls forward to rest on his chest. They both hush you and coo sweetly as their cocks tear you apart. You arenāt sure which of them he was calling selfish, but really, itās both.
They could have taken turns if they both wanted you this way.
But they were hellbent on double stuffing you.
Their hips move in tandem, neither of them giving you a single moment to catch your breath as they bully their cocks into you again and again. Youāre screaming out moans as they pummel your insides. Youāre bound to be aching and bruised tomorrow. You donāt care, though, not right now. And they certainly donāt. Not when your tight little hole feels so Goddamn perfect.
āDāonāt.ā you squeak out, and they both let out a little laugh each at your weak request.
āSheās a little cum slut, canāt get enough. Fill her up, fuck if I care. Want this little pussy bred, baby? Hm? Want your daddyās to fuck you fullāa kids?ā Sukuna teases. And you nod, itās weak, pathetic, but determined. āGoooood girl, ām close.ā
āIām close as well, Iām gonna fuckinā lose it.ā Toji announces, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more staggered.
The change in pace has you clenching, the third and final nail in your coffin as your pussy begins to gush for them both. Theyāre both a little embarrassed, flushing red in the face as your tightening hole leads to both of their mutual demise.
āThatās it, take it, little slut.ā Sukuna commands as he empties his balls inside of you. Toji is no better, the obscene names seem like second nature to them both.
āFuck, look at her stomach.ā Toji snickers. Sukuna looks down to see your tummy swollen with their cocks and cum.
They both pull out, wholly beguiled as your body collapses onto the bed in a heap. Youāre practically asleep as they position you onto your stomach and split your legs apart to see how their sperm leaks out of your twitching cunt.
āI want another go.ā Toji smirks, unable to pull his eyes away from your glittering slit.
āLet her rest a little.ā Sukuna tells him. āIām not done with her, either.ā
Youāre tired.
Youāre so tired of coming to these fucking meetings.
Sukuna walks through the building with you close by. His arm around you, protectively. Somehow, you think the encounter with his rival has made him love you more. Heās been clingier, lately, which isnāt like him. He never wants to let you out of his sight, or his grasp.
Heās been using you more too.
Itās like how things were in the beginning again.
Youāre sure everyone knows what happened. Eyes are on you, and their full of judgement. It hurts, of course, but thereās nothing to be done. Sukuna was right: you agreed. You did it for him and yet out of the two men who were supposed to deal with this amongst themselves, youāre the only one paying the price.
Nobody cares if their boss had a threesome.
Everyone cares if his girlfriend got used like a slut though.
Mostly, you canāt bring yourself to care. As you sit down beside Sukuna, his hand rests on your thigh while you scan everyoneās shame-filled faces. Youād challenge any of them to care what others think of them after the night you had.
It was mind blowing.
To be dominated thoroughly by the two biggest men youāve ever met like that is a feeling you canāt begin to describe. To feel so small and worthless in comparison to them. For your body to be used in whatever manner they see fit and for them to still allow you to cum despite your purpose being for their enjoymentā¦
You havenāt stopped thinking about it.
About them.
About him.
Sukunaās hand leaves your thigh as he addresses the room. Explaining how Toji miraculously decided to back off after a firm warning. No one believes it, but everyone is happy enough. But thereās always going to be issues and problems when youāre involved in illegal activity. So despite your nose being buried in your phone, you canāt say youāre surprised when you hear Sukuna move onto the next issue.
Uraume sees you smirking as your fingers tap away at your keyboard. And it makes her smirk, too.
Toji insisted that you put your number in his phone when you spent the night. Sukuna was using the bathroom, and he forced his phone into your shaky fingers. You were panicking, but you typed fast.
Youāve been texting non-stop ever since.
Uraume thinks youāre a naĆÆve fool.
She knows exactly what youāre doing because this is what she had envisioned from the very start. She orchestrated everything. She invited Tojiās foot soldiers to start operating their business on Sukunaās turf; just like she is the one who informed Sukuna of the invasion with such haste and loyalty.
She is the one who hinted at where they might find you that day you were shopping with Yuuji. And she is the one who let slip to Toji what your arrangement with Sukuna is.
Sukuna respects Uraume, but he doesnāt give her nearly enough credit.
She has managed perfectly to drive a wedge between you that neither of you even know is there yet. His lack of respect for your body has driven you into the willing arms of another man. Only through texting, for now, but before long that wonāt be enough for you. Sukunaās jealousy and possessiveness have made him love you more, the scales have tipped the other way and it is all to benefit Uraume.
Sukuna will find out, sheāll make sure of that.
And whether he kills you or casts you aside, it matters not to her. Because his heart will be broken either way; and she will be there to pick up the pieces. Sukuna hates how jealous you are of Uraume. But neither of you have a single solitary clue that sheās thinking all of this through right now.
Uraume feels a little bad for you, your intuition is keen. But Sukuna will never suspect a thing. Youāre just insecure, he thinks. But Uraume applauds you for having your guard up about her.
Imagine being the new girl on campus, youāve just moved into your dorm and havenāt met anyone yet.
Suguru and Satoru introduce themselves as your neighbours from across the hall. They invite you over for a few drinks to get to know you and suggest playing spin the bottle.
Youāve had a few drinks so you let your guard down. It lands on you first and Satoru asks who do you think is the better kisser. You tell him that you donāt know because you havenāt kissed either of them yet.
They decide they should fix that and both take take turns making out with you, Satoru is passionate and slowly slides his hand up your skirt, feeling your lacy thong. Suguru is forceful, biting your lip and grabbing your ass.
They demand to know who is the better kisser, but you canāt decide. The alcohol is taking effect and you feel giddy. Even though you canāt decide, you do know that you donāt want it to stop.
They tease you for being needy.
āI barely kissed you and I could still feel how wet you wereā says Satoru.
āI wonder how wet she is since weāve been taking turns with herā Suguru smirks.
āWhy donāt we find out?ā Satoru adds, a wicked gleam in his eye.
Youāre speechless, your thighs clench together instinctively but then part when you realise how much you do want them to find out.
āI have an ideaā says Suguru āhow about we see who can make her cum the most?ā
A smirk dances on Satoruās lips āeven better, first one to make her squirt winsā
Next thing you know youāre on the bed, your wet lacy panties are in Suguruās hand as they take turns eating your pussy. You moan and writhe on the bed as their warm tongues slide up and down your dripping folds.
They laugh as you moan louder and louder with each turn they take. To shut you up, they alternate shoving their thick cocks into your mouth as the other ravishes your wet cunt.
With your lack of experience and their expert touch, it doesnāt take long for you to make a mess when you feel one of them slide their cock into your tight little cunt.
You donāt know whose it is and you donāt care. You moan like the slut you are as they spend the rest of the night ruining your hole.
You walk back to your dorm, breathless and soaked, realising you need to knock on their door tomorrow and beg for your panties back.
A/N:Ā Hey cool ppl! Itās been a looooooong time coming, Iāve been super nervous to post it/been putting it off as I got such lovely comments from the last one I wasnāt sure how this one would be received. But anyway, here it is- Dedicated to my beautiful bestie @fuwushiguro ~ Hope you all enjoy it! ~ Into The Void: Part Two
āYou are engulfed in his gaze, the brilliant blue boring into your own eyes. You can no longer see the sapphire sky or the coloured flowers. Everything else is grey.
You moan, unable to break his stare as he rubs fiercely. Your moaning increases as you feel yourself opening up as he begins to push nine inches of cock into your tiny, drenched hole.
Staring into his electric eyes, you let out a cry of pain and pleasure as he pushes himself into you, your vision starts to blur as he enters inch by inch. Youāre breathless and overcome with absolute ecstasy when you hear him say-
āDomain expansion-
Infinite void.ā
Blackness. I am engulfed in blackness. For a split second that lasts an eternity, I canāt see or feel anything.
The entity of time is both absent and omnipresent as you lay there, unmoving. Gojo entering you and you entering his domain expansion.
Whilst the blackness lasts less than a second, you begin to feel the whole process in slow motion. You feel it in equal parts across your body, the transcendental transition from one realm to another.
Itās like you are slowly being pulled through the ocean, every movement is delayed and deliberate. Then, as you enter further you begin to acknowledge, not water, but - what feels like - electricity. Starting at your toes, weaving its way through your limbs and vitalising your nerves. It feels like it should hurt, but instead, it feels like absolute ecstasy.
It snakes up around your legs, encompassing your thighs in a galvanic armour. The feeling spreads rapidly, through your pussy and abdomen until it blankets your entire body. Suddenly, as if shocked by a defibrillator, you feel yourself gasp; a force of air entering your lungs, prompting your chest to rise and your eyes to flash open.
Itās almost too much to bear, the feeling on your body and the spectacle laid before you. Your blurred vision starts to adjust, seeing shapes and colours that you could never have imagined.
His face is first, those ethereal eyes drawing your sight into focus. For the first time, he looks like he is barely managing to hold it together. A slow, singular thrust of his hips reminds you why as you feel his thick member expanding your own domain. You release a moan as your head rolls backwards in bliss, your hand entwined in his hair.
Detached from his gaze you start to absorb your surreal surroundings. With every twitch of your body, every jolt of his hips, you take in the entire universe.
Painted in octarine, you can see all of the elements in their truest, most beautiful form. They dance around you to the steady beat of his rhythmic thrusts, colours swirling past as you clench around his girth.
Your moaning increases in sync with the speed of his hips. Tilting your head forward, you see the weight of his body pin you down in missionary whilst he fills your hole with his length.
āYou like that baby?ā He pants, that familiar smirk gleaming as sweat gathers on his beautifully sculpted face.
āY-yesā¦ā You whine as the speed increases.
āYou want more?ā He growls, his smug expression wiped away by his hungry, feral instinct.
Your rapid panting only allows you to nod, but itās not enough for him as he says-
āCome on baby, you know the rules. Beg.ā
Fuuuuuuck. He knows how to make you want it more even when you feel like youāve had more than you can handle.
The beauty of his domain expansion reflects off his porcelain skin, all eight colours of the rainbow bouncing off every carved muscle of his naked form. Your pussy soaks at the sight of it.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the animalistic noise that escapes Gojoās mouth, which is now inches from yours. With his dick slamming against your soft walls, you breathlessly beg-
āP-please⦠I want more Daddy.ā Baring his teeth with a smug grin, he quickly pulls out of you.
For a moment, youāre disappointed, confused.
Then, in quick succession he flips you over onto all fours, his big hands gripping your tiny waist as you feel the width of his cock enter you from behind.
Moaning in pure pleasure, you feel him somehow deeper in you than before. He wastes no time picking up his pace as you feel his huge, heavy balls smacking against your wet folds.
āF-fuck yeahā He groans, slaping your petite cheeks. In sync with each movement of his hips, his thumb rubs circles on your clit.
āOh.. my.. G-god!ā You whimper, legs quivering.
Gojo continues to slam against your soft cheeks in quick succession, quickening his pace causing your sight to blur.
āYour pussy feels so good babyā he pants. You can barely hear him as your breathing stutters and you stifle a moan.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
His big hand smacking against your cheeks, spanking you like the slut you are.
Moaning, you beg āharder Daddy! Fuck me harder!ā
He obliges, hand moving from your cheeks, up the small of your back.
He wraps it around your hair, yanking your head back as he slams into you, more forceful than before.
āYou like that you little slut?ā he growls, tightening his grip and forcing your head further back, exposing your throat.
His hard thrusts are almost too much to bear. The pleasure of his cock is the best youāve ever had. You want to cum so badly.
He senses it before you can say it.
āYou want to squirt baby?ā You hear that smirk in his voice. It makes your heart and clit throb.
A moan escapes your lips, resembling something along the lines of āyes.ā
He pulls his huge cock out of you once more. Your legs feel like jelly, you can barely keep on all fours. In a swift movement, youāre on your back, legs against your shoulders.
āI want to watch my girl squirt for meā he whispers into your ear.
Slapping it against your wet pussy, he pushes his rock hard cock inside you. You are so wet that it slides in with ease, catching you by surprise as your eyes roll back.
āLook at me baby. I wanna see the look in your eyes when Daddy makes you cum.ā
FUUUCK
āOh-okay Daddy. P-please.. I need to cum!ā You gasp. A low chuckle escapes his staggered breath as he pounds deeper and harder than before
Moaning in pleasure
Gripping his strong, muscular shoulders
Feeling his thick cock widen your hole
Heās all you see as the colours of his domain expansion swirl around, encasing both of you, pushing his big, dripping body against yours.
fuck
Fuck
FUCK!
āG-GOJO!ā
āB-BABY!ā
In tandem, you squirt onto his abs and drip onto his cock as his warm cum floods your cavern. Both of you moaning euphorically.
Panting, his empyrean eyes, framed by a smug, breathless expression are the last thing you see before yours close.
A/N:Ā Hey cool ppl! So nervous/excited to post this but hereās my first ever fic Might do a second part to it if anyone enjoys it, please feel free to share your thoughts š„° positive vibes only tho 𤪠- love, Jupiter x
The trees seem greener than the last time I was here, you muse.Ā
Albeit last time, you werenāt here with him. Everything seems brighter when heās here.
It was warmer last time I was here too. You think, as a soft wind makes your short, flowy dress dance around your thighs.
Had I known weād be out this long, I wouldāve worn more than slip on shoes and a summer dress. You regret forgoing a bra as the temperature of the night air begins to show on your chest.
Update sorry I didnāt mention among us last night but me and @jupitadori were up until ???? I wanna say 5am???? Playing shag marry avoid šµāš«šµāš«
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Jean Kirstein x f!reader
Genre: Smut
Notes: I can't believe how long it's been since I wrote this fic!! Excited to start the Kinktober ride, hope you all enjoy š day one is a little on the tamer side...
Warnings: 18+, consensual encounter, cheating, mutual masturbation, teasing, begging, praise, dacryphilia.
Words: 1.3k
It seemed like your vows to Eren had meant nothing. You claimed that he would be enough for the rest of your life, but that wasnāt true at all, was it? If it was true; you wouldnāt be with Jean right now. Youāre rationalising it in your head though. You arenāt having sex so it isnāt really cheating. It is though. Because if you werenāt doing anything wrong you wouldnāt be lying to Eren about where you were going every day. Jean was devastated when you went through with the wedding; he really thought heād convinced you to run away with him. Heās learnt to be happy with what he can get. Jean is just happy to see you, to spend time with you. So the added pleasure of getting to watch you moan, those gorgeous little sounds that rush straight to his cock are perfect for him. Even if you wonāt let him touch you.
If watching each other masturbate is all he can have, heāll take it.
He thinks youāre so beautiful, so wonderful. Like a goddess while your fingers are playing with that pretty pussy of yours. Gently rubbing over your sensitive bundle of nerves while you toy with your nipple. Why the fuck didnāt he wife you first?
āI wanna fuck you so bad baby.ā he admits. Your head falls back for a minute before you find his gaze again.
āMhmm?ā you moan, biting your bottom lip. You readjust your position to spread your legs wider, wanting to give him a better look at your glistening flesh. You want it too. You want it so badly, but you canāt. You already know this is bad enough. Deep down you know this is all wrong, but you canāt resist him. Youāre sorry to Eren, youāre so sorry but you just canāt help yourself. Cheating on him is bad enough, let alone cheating with someone he loathes. And yet, somehow, because you are only touching yourselves you can tell yourself that you arenāt cheating at all.
āPlease let me, let me fuck you just once.ā he begs. You didnāt think it would be so arousing to hear a man so pathetic and needy for you. Itās amazing that you didnāt realise your own strength. You shake your head. He canāt. You canāt. āPleeeeaaase, baby, baby please let me. Just one time, you want it too, donāt you?ā he pleads.
Heās beating himself off quicker, too excited by the mere thought of slipping his cock inside of you. Heās right though. You consider yourself sick and his cock is the injection you need to cure you. You think about it always. Itās so pretty, so beautiful. Itās long but not ridiculously so. It doesnāt have the thickest girth in the world but heās so veiny and you drool whenever you think about the blood rushing and pumping through them at the sight of you touching yourself. He has a mushroom tip, pink and delicious. Youād give anything to taste. You might be wet, but so is he. That perfect cockhead leaking and gushing with each pump, you see it twitch every time you release a soft moan from your lungs. Seeing the pretty pearl coloured strings of precum ooze from his slit makes your mouth water. Fuck. He really loves you, doesnāt he?
āWe canāt⦠Erenā¦ā you tell him, closing your eyes and licking your lips before plunging two fingers into your cunt. They donāt stay inside, youāre just gathering extra slick to tease your clit some more.
āFuck Erenāā
āI do, Jean, heās my husband. You canāt fuck me, okay? Just make yourself cum for me⦠Iāll be a good girl and do the same.ā you tell him. He huffs. He knew youād decline but he thought it was worth a try anyway, he thinks. He hisses a little when he feels himself break down another wall of pleasure. His eyes widen, maybe you wonāt let him inside of you, but perhaps youāll indulge him in another idea.
āSit on my lap?ā he requests.
You pout a little, is it a trap? Is he going to try and slip himself into your entrance if you do as he asks? Jean isnāt like that, heād never do something like that so why are you even thinking it? You get up from the bed while he repositions himself to the edge. He holds your hips with both hands as you sit on top of him. He hooks one of his ankles around yours on the ground to open you slightly. He spreads you fully when he hooks his hand under the bend of your knee and forces you to settle your foot on the mattress.
āFinger fuck yourself for me angel.ā he demands.
You stuff two fingers into your pretty cunt and mewl. You wish they were his. You donāt hit the spots like you know his deliciously long fingers would, you need him. You need him, but you canāt. He lets go of your leg and demands you keep it where he placed it. He wraps an arm around your torso to keep you securely in place while he fucks his cock with his fist. He can feel sweat beads all over his body, an intense mixture of scorching heat and freezing cold as the breeze blows in the open window. He wants to cum. Heāll paint your exposed back with his drippy white seed.
āJean⦠pleaseā¦ā you speak as you writhe against him. He can feel your cunt leaking onto his thigh. A vein bulges in his forehead and he gulps heartily. Is he so depraved that heās planning to scoop your essence on his fingers when all is said and done and suck it down? Yes, he is. He wants to feast at your flesh, but you won't let him, this is the closest heāll get after all. He already knows youāre delicious.
āWhat is it? Talk to me baby.ā he coos in your ear. Fuck. Youāre such an angel. So perfect⦠So perfect for him.
āFeel me up! Please, play with my tits. Itāll make me cumā¦ā you tell him, shying away a little. Itās embarrassing to be so needy with him when itās normally the other way round. But itās a welcome melody in his ears. This is new. His hand moves from your torso to your breast.
āAhā!ā he groans, he couldnāt help himself. Your eyes fluttered shut when his fingers found your nipple. You licked your lips and bit the bottom while you welcomed his touch. Youāre a masterpiece to him. The most beautiful girl in the world. āI wanna cum baby, do you wanna cum with me?ā he wonders aloud.
āUh-huh.ā you nod. Moving your fingers back to your clit and rubbing quickly. Youāre so sensitive. When he says the word, youāll be ready to cum together. Is this wrong? Is sharing an orgasm at the same time too intimate? It feels like it might be, but youāre in too deep now. āJean, mmm, cumming⦠Cummingā!ā you cry.
āKiss me.ā he instructs.
Your free hand cups his face and you satiate his desire with a hungry kiss. Are you crying? God. Itās all so much, so wonderful and so beautiful. You do love Jean. You love him so much it hurts, but that doesnāt matter. You made a commitment to Eren and you canāt change that now. Your orgasm hits you like a bus. He thinks itās so sweet that even at your peak you moan so quietly. Your fingers rake through his hair and he lets out a particularly broken whine while heās cumming for you.
He did as you thought, covering your back in his pearly seed. Your chests are heaving and youāre still crying, although itās more of a weep. Soundless tears cascade down your cheeks.
āWas that a lot for you today?ā Jean wonders. You nod. He brings both of your legs together and places his arms under your knees. He gently wipes away your tears and pulls you tightly into his chest.
He loves you.
He hushes you, your little hiccuped sobs are like tiny pinpricks piercing his heart. Heās going to take care of you.
Heāll make everything all better before you go back to Eren.
A/N:Ā Hey cool ppl! So nervous/excited to post this but hereās my first ever fic Might do a second part to it if anyone enjoys it, please feel free to share your thoughts š„° positive vibes only tho 𤪠- love, Jupiter x
The trees seem greener than the last time I was here, you muse.Ā
Albeit last time, you werenāt here with him. Everything seems brighter when heās here.
It was warmer last time I was here too. You think, as a soft wind makes your short, flowy dress dance around your thighs.
Had I known weād be out this long, I wouldāve worn more than slip on shoes and a summer dress. You regret forgoing a bra as the temperature of the night air begins to show on your chest.
A/N:Ā Hey cool ppl! So nervous/excited to post this but hereās my first ever fic Might do a second part to it if anyone enjoys it, please feel free to share your thoughts š„° positive vibes only tho 𤪠- love, Jupiter x
The trees seem greener than the last time I was here, you muse.Ā
Albeit last time, you werenāt here with him. Everything seems brighter when heās here.
It was warmer last time I was here too. You think, as a soft wind makes your short, flowy dress dance around your thighs.
Had I known weād be out this long, I wouldāve worn more than slip on shoes and a summer dress. You regret forgoing a bra as the temperature of the night air begins to show on your chest.
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