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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏 breeding - detective!Satoru Gojo
ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs | established relationship - married, breeding/talk of pregnancy, calling each other various nicknames of baby daddy/baby mama/princess, teasing/pleading/begging, cockwarming, lingerie, food play - chocolate hearts, pussy eating, breeding, hints at round two, clit rubbing during cool-down period, squirting, praise
ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs | monster fucking, virgin!collage student!reader (has a vague idea of the parts and that they make babies but not how do), heavy virgin & corruption kink, begging, teaching, rough degrading praise, heavy hints at sukuna's jealousy/possessiveness, oral, needing to prep you for both his cocks, fingering you in front of the mirror, grinding, heavy size kink, sukuna is eight feet tall in his true form, sukuna has two dicks, Sukuna's stomach mouth is hungry for your pussy, extreme manhandling/holding you in the air to fuck you, begging, one slap, sukuna makes out with you a little
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ | 2.4k
𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑 edging - cop!Toji Fushiguro
𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟒 begging - detective!Satoru Gojo
𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓 corruption kink - incubus!Suguru Geto
𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔 thigh riding -Choso Kamo
𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟕 overstimulation - titan form!Eren Jeager
𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟖 bondage - Succubus!Mikasa
𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟗 painal- Madara Uchiha
𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎 gunplay - Toji Fushiguro
𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏 kidnapping (roleplayed) - Satoru and Suguru
Author's note: hey everybody!! Still trying to get through requests while juggling school right now, I hope everyone's been well! This is a reminder that both my thirst and request submissions/asks are closed! The works I've been posting are delayed requests or thirsts that I haven't been able to get to, anyways I hope you enjoy!
Request: The reader has been trying to get Toji's attention for the longest but he's been so focused with his work and practically ignoring her that she eventually starts going out on her own dates. One of them ended up being Naoya [ and probably over hears him telling her to leave Toji for him] hell or even Gojo. Toji suddenly realizes that the reader is going into heat and she's pretty much been going out with a bunch of Alpha's. When she tries to go out again, Toji isn't having it and remarks her, breeding her til he's sure she's carrying his pups. - @tojibreedingme
Warnings: nsfw 18+ minors dni, fem reader, a/b/o dynamics,breeding kink, knotting, sexual harassment, pet names, smoking, physical fight, cussing
Words: 2.7k
There's no cure for heat, well, at least not yet.
It's a cruel world omegas are subjected to - a world of harassments, fear, sex, breeding, and pain that seems infinite for those long days where your heat decides to strike.
It's not fair that an alpha's rut will last a day at most while you're subjected to at least a week of hollowing cries and slicked sheets and the constant need to be bred. It makes you nauseous; slick sheets of sweat covering your skin, hot flashes running throughout your body, so deep you can feel your bones boiling, sweat-soaked sheets that stick and slip against your skin as you writhe and crawl along the sheets in search of relief.
The only cure - known and not changed - is breeding.
And try as you might - the alpha you want seems unimpressed with your efforts, almost as if he's putting more effort into ignoring you than you are trying to get him to at least acknowledge your presence.
That's not to say you're completely out of luck as many alphas make futile attempts at courting you, flaunting themselves and expressing how strong their brood would be of carried. But you're not interested in the alphas that brag, the ones who can't actually carry on with silly claims - they harbor no proof that they'd even be good mates, refusing to mark, only interested in spreading their seed.
Tojis not like that though. Toji's quiet, he keeps to himself for the most part. Occasionally you'll hear his gruff laugh from the back of the room - obviously in response to something Naoya said. You love his laugh, the soft smile he wears for a split second before its dropped back to a straight line.
You try not to make your advancements obvious, its hard though - he's scented you a few times - though it felt as though it was out of pity (whether for you or himself, you weren't sure) the smell was damp, like a heavy must that sticks in your nose and rots your mind. It wasn't the way a scenting alpha should smell.
Whenever you'd ask him about it, nuzzling the side of his arm in an attempt to scent him, he'd merely gruff, rolling his eyes and pushing your body off of him by your head. "Don't worry 'bout it, kid." Is all he would say, and so that's all you would take, you knew not to question further.
But time was not kind to you - your maternal instincts materializing much earlier than the regular omega; your body was a on a set schedule to ensure you were bred.
Quickly, you came to the realization that the imbalanced hormones racing through your red veins were not to be dulled with the synthetic satisfaction of false knotting - your body knew you weren't engaging with an alpha and it knew you weren't being bred properly. To which, it punished you in retaliation.
Your heats were longer, much more exhausting than a normal three to four day long heat. Sweat quite literally seeped from your swollen pores, soaking your sheets and basking your body in a slick sheen of encapsulated heat. Half the time you felt as though you might die - the hot air, sweat, and slick between your legs served as a constant reminder that you had yet to fulfill your natural instinct to be bred.
By the time your grueling heat came to end, you were miserable in every sense of the word. You could barely walk, talk, let alone eat - the drenched air still stuck to your skin, a heavy cloud of nausea sank over your body.
After training, you'd sat down under a tree to finish your homework when Naoya had trotted over to you, plopping himself down beside your worn body. You knew he could smell you, hell, your fucking professors were having a hard time teaching with the invasive smell of your hormones.
"You smell good, omega." He smirked, cupping your jaw. His hands were thin and cold, the word rolling off his tongue in a sickly tone - there was no warmth to him. You felt sick; Naoya wasn't ashamed to express his intentions, logically, you knew if you were to become his mate you'd be miserable.
Naoya was not a good person - he reeked of anger and toil that soaked the air with his vicious pheromones. It made any omega within a three foot radius sick.
Looking up, your eyes met Toji's silver ones. He was a good distance away, he had a hand on the sponge of a cigarette, the bud resting against his lips. It was odd, he was unmoved - as if he was waiting. Waiting for Naoya to do something.
He could smell you. And you could smell him. It was overwhelming, his scent completely dwindled the must of Naoya's.
You felt a chill run down your spine, you shivered lightly before grabbing your things quickly, ripping your jaw from the grasp of Naoya palm and standing to your feet.
"I'm-" you looked back to see Toji, he was still watching you, though more relaxed now, his shoulders slouched and the cigarette was resting between his teeth as he fished for a lighter from the pocket of his pants.
"I-I gotta go." You gave a nervous smile before hurrying off.
The next day wasn't much different, Naoya continued to pressure you any chance he got, while Toji just... watched. You couldn't figure out what was happening - was this a team effort between the two? You'd thought it over many times and came to the conclusion that it wasn't - Toji didn't like to share, that much was evident in the way he watched you when Naoya was around, cigarette bud between his sharp teeth, legs kicked up onto the table and raven hair disheveled from sleep. And his scent... God, you swore it got stronger everyday - to the point where its all you thought about.
You wondered if the other omegas around the training center could smell him too, there was no way they couldn't. It's a heavy smell of vanilla - not a sugary vanilla, but a rich warm scent, like that of a redwood.
After training you hurried back to your tree, throwing on your headphones and picking out one of your books to study.
It wasn't long before you were interrupted by Naoya, his thin finger running a chilled line down your soft skin. Immediately you jumped back, throwing your headphones to the ground in shock.
"Naoya, what the fuck?" Panting, you scrambled to grab your bags, jumping up from the grass.
There's an unease in the way he eyes you, dark, soulless eyes stare into yours, you're merely prey to him - some toy to fuck.
"Dawhh, don't be like that," he snides, pushing himself off the ground before striding over to you - you're visibly shaken yet he still presses.
He pushes the hilt of his nose to your scent gland between your jaw and neck, it's a heavy feeling - almost like you're being suffocated in a hot room, Naoya is not supposed to be your alpha - not supposed to be anyone's alpha for that matter.
His scent was soaked in huff. Like coal to a fire, completely hard and heavy with anger. Shivering at the thought of being with him, he pushed his nose farther into your neck. God, you felt like you were going to be sick, you felt like you couldn't breathe, like he was holding your head beneath water, waiting for you to succumb to darkness.
"Naoya, please- stop." You tried, pushing against his chest but he only growled in retaliation, pushing the bud of his nose deeper into the gland.
You're struck in a panic when you feel the fang of his canine dip into the soft of your skin, pushing against him furiously. A black flash runs across your vision before Naoya's struck to the ground, white hair now disheveled and mixed with loose strands of grass.
"She said get off of her, man."
Panting, you looked to see Toji standing in front of you protectively, shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. He leaves no room to argue, turning around and cupping a large hand over your shoulder as he directs you off the training grounds.
The two of you walk some ways in silence, the rush of traffic and afternoon birds filling the empty space. Toji keeps to himself, hands tucked into the pockets of his black cargo pants and looking down to the ground, occasionally kicking at stray gravel.
It's a cruel realization - the gravity of what almost happened to you hitting you like a train. It's a sick feeling - the confusion between constantly driving for Toji's attention and only receiving it when in the face of a humiliating experience sent your mind spiraling.
"You okay?" Toji speaks so softly you almost cry, cold wind nipping your raw cheeks, tracing over your shoulder.
pulling your lip between your teeth, you nod silently, tears pour over your cheeks and you rush to wipe them away with eh back of your sleeve.
"Hey, hey, hey," Toji's quick to pull you over to a near by planter, sitting down on the cold cement of it's square and letting you stand between his legs. running his hands up and down your arms, he comforts you the best he can. "It's okay, baby, you're okay."
merely nodding, you sniffle, falling into his arms. Toji easily lifts you into his lap, cupping your head into his chest and nuzzling the top of your head and cheeks.
the scent of him is so much more comforting - vanilla and firewood that stems over your perfumed skin, blocking out any other scent besides his own.
"You smell good," you giggle waterly, grabbing the ends of your sleeves and pulling them over your hands as you bundled yourself closer to him.
Toji laughs at that, placing his chin on the top of your head, scanning the surrounding area for anything that might trigger your unstable mind. The wind blows through his hefty locks and pulls at your hoodie, you wish it wasn't the middle of winter.
"You doin' okay, pretty girl?" Toji cranes his neck to look at you, running the back of his knuckles over your cold cheek. Toji almost groans when you whine, your pheromones seeping through his cover he'd basked you in.
You smell of rose water and mint - his mind quickly clouds, a seeping coldness runs up his spine and dresses his thoughts hazily as he's thrown into a lustful fog.
"c'mon, lets get ya home, kid."
The walk to your apartment is traumatizing, you're well aware that your heat's sank into the feed of the air - any surrounding alpha making it their mission to try and mate you.
Toji's quick to show you're not interested, wrapping his coat around your smaller body and cupping you to his side protectively, "Keep your head down," he whispers to you. You can only nod, nuzzling yourself deeper into the fur of his coat.
Once you're home you immediately run to your bedroom, wrapping Toji's coat closer to you- the scent of him is invigorating, you can feel yourself sinking into the cold covers of your bed - your heat seeping through the thin fabric of your leggings.
Whining, your soft thighs rub against one another, slick pooling from your soaked cunt.
Toji can hardly breathe, he feels like he's going insane. the smell of you has his brain going haywire. His vision runs blurry - the colors of your apartment meshing together as he struggled through the hallway to your bedroom.
His mind headed little sympathy for his body, your scent sending blood rushing to his cock. He can hardly fucking think, his skin breaks out in a clammy sweat and his ears ring when you whine for him.
"Toji, please, Toji-" you're crying, sobbing into the cream colored sheets, working your leggings off and furiously rubbing at your swollen clit. You think you might throw up - everything's so blurry and the room's spinning. "Toji-"
"Shhh..." Toji runs a hand down your hot back, rubbing into the muscles of your shoulders gently.
"Toji, please, please," you reach out to him, nails digging into his rough skin. He nearly groans, having half the mind to walk out the door - the other half pulls him closer, urging him to sink his cock into you sopping heat.
"Please..." your voice brings him back, silver eyes blurring and refocusing on your hazed expression.
"Shit, don't-" he squeezes his eyes shut, turning away from you when you moan.
"Please, please Toji - need your knot," you slur, drool pooling over your lips an seeping into the silk pillow covers, "Please, need- need you ta'fill me up," you croone, arching your back as you curl your fingers in your cunt.
"Shit, don't say stuff like that, kid." his voice cracks through grit teeth, a chill runs up his spine when you whimper again.
"Toji," you cry, "need it so bad, please, please, please."
He looks you over, eyes wide with worry before he's standing up and pulling his jeans off, cock pressing against the fabric of his boxers. hissing, he pulls the band of his boxers over his hips, letting his cock spring up.
You nearly drool at the sight - his tip red and swollen, a pearl of precum sits at his slit.
"Please..." you whisper again, spreading your knees across your damp bed sheets.
"I know, I know, shhh..." Toji move behind you gently, pulling the lips of your cunt apart with one hand while the other pulled at the base of his length. you moan at his touch, chills running up and down your legs.
he takes pity on your poor body, running his tip along your folds, "You sure, honey?"
Nearly hysterical, you reach back at him, pawing at his thigh helplessly, "please, need you, please need you" you cry through a broken chant.
"Shhh... okay, okay, pretty girl." Toji's gentle as he runs his hand over the dent of your back, pressing his swollen tip into your heat with a hiss.
Your cunt throbs when he sinks into you, heavy huffs of breath against the shell of your ear as he begins to pound into you.
"Feel so fuckin' good-" his balls slap against your clit, dragging moans up the back of your raw throat. "Gonna breed this tight lil' pussy, gonna fill ya'up."
Shivering beneath him, your arms nearly give out before Toji's catching your trembling body and pulling you up to rest your back against his thick chest.
"T-Toji..." your mind is spiraling, eyes rolling into the back of your head and fat tears bubbling over your lashes.
"Gonna let me breed you, baby?" His his breath hot against the shell of your ear, "Want me to mate you, fill ya' up with my babies?"
Your cunt throbs, thighs trembling and hands grasping at the Toji's thick black hair. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," you're chanting, tears welling up again, the veins of his cock dragging against your gummy walls.
"Shhh...shhh," Toji traps you back to his chest again, balls clapping the fat of your ass, "Need words baby, want me to fuck your tight lil' cunt, give you babies, give you a whole fuckin' litter?"
You keen, moaning a sharp "yes!" Before you're being flipped over onto your back, Toji pushing your thighs up over his shoulders, sinking back into the warmth of your cunt.
"Pull your legs back, sweetie," he coaches, "Feel so fuckin' good fr'me."
"Oh... oh!" You squeal, the tip of Toji's cock runs along your g-spot gently, "Toji, please, please want you to fill me up, please."
"I know, I know," Toji pulls you up some, pressing his lips to yours. His thrusts grow sloppy, sweat-slicked skin slides against your own, the sounds are nearly pornographic.
"Gonna cum," Toji grunts, slipping his hands beneath your ass, pressing himself to the hilt inside you. "Ohh fuck, oh fuck." He groans, head nuzzling the side of your jaw.
"Gonna fuckin' breed you."
"Please, please," is all you can manage before he's sinking his teeth into your scent mark, his knot swelling as he fills your cunt with seed.
"Good girl, good fuckin' girl," he coos, lapping at the bleeding bite, "Fuuuuckkkkk."
Whimpering, your nails dig into the skin of his arms, gasping at the swell of his cock. "Mmh-" your breath hitches in your throat.
Toji thrusts weakly a couple times before settling into your hold, cock twitching in your heat. He chuckles at your blissed-out expression, pressing a kiss to your forehead gently. "Pretty girl," he nuzzles your neck.
Summary: “Will all due respect, sir, I think you’re aware that Mr. Nanami and I don’t necessarily have… the best work dynamic. For the best interest of the company, I think it’s best to rethink having me as a co-manager,” you say to your boss, unaware you’ve been gripping at the armchair cushion too tightly.
“Are you letting your personal feelings towards me affect how you work?” your senior coworker asks with a slight smirk that is only noticeable to you, “How unprofessional.”
A small input on an upcoming company event lands you as one of its project managers. Regardless if you wanted to do this or not, you’re still damn sure you’re gonna work your ass off to make sure this event is a success, and if that means working day in and day out with Nanami Kento, then so be it.
Summary. He didn't want commitment and you just wanted someone to warm your bed every once and a while. Simple.
Rating. NSFW/ Explicit
WC. 2.7k+
CW/ TW. FWB to lovers, this is soft with some angst, Praise Kink, Very Soft Smut
AN. Hi, it's @/ryuuzaa! I’m back…again hehe. This is a repost from my old account. Any comments, likes, or reblogs are appreciated, thank you:)
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The walk of shame is the worst, especially when the bed you’re walking away from was the most lackluster sex you’ve ever had. All because you wanted to get out of the dry spell plaguing you for months.
If anything, you feel worse now. It serves you right for trying to pick up guys in the hole-in-the-wall bar you work at.
At least his place is nice, you think, while plucking an earring from between the leather couch cushions—not that his decent hand in decorating would translate to how he performed in bed. He’d rubbed your clit raw last night, and you regretted picking up another late shift tonight.
But it pays well.
You work two days a week at a flower shop where the business was practically dead outside of wedding season, and two days a week dog walking, and you’re still barely scraping by just to finish paying off a degree that you couldn’t find a job in.
Well, you could if you put yourself out there. Serving beer to drunk patrons, wrapping bouquets for brides, and being dragged down the sidewalk by a fifty-pound Saint Bernard seemed easier.
Hence, this is why you don’t have much of a sex life and why you’re here impatiently pressing the button for the elevator to avoid the matter.
You woke up early so no one would see you in your wrinkled work clothes and hair that resembled a bird’s nest. And you don’t exactly feel down to make small talk before you’ve had a chance to at least brush your teeth—a swig of mouthwash can only get you so far in terms of first impressions.
You breathe a sigh of relief when the doors open, and you press the button for the lobby, but just as the doors are about to close, you hear someone call out wait.
The grumpy side of you wants to let the doors fall shut, but because he sounds like he’s in a hurry (and karma would likely bite you in the ass later), you hold the doors open for him instead.
A man dressed in a three-piece suit rushes into the elevator, and he pushes a white mess of hair out of his face as he flashes you a genuine smile.
“Thanks for that,” he says before pressing the button labeled ‘parking garage.’
Yeah. You instantly regret holding the door for the hot guy adjusting the buttons on a suit that looks like it costs more than your monthly rent. You could only imagine what you must look like next to him: washed up and smelling like last night’s Sunday draft special.
The entire ride down to the lobby, you pray that the mouthwash worked and that he isn’t one of those people who like to talk someone’s ear off at six in the morning—like your elderly boss at the flower shop.
Luck has never been on your side, though.
“Did you just move here? I don’t remember seeing you around.”
You peek over at him, a little self-conscious about your current appearance to face him head-on. “Uh… no. I was just, um, visiting a friend.”
It’s cringeworthy how you stumble through your lie, but he seems to catch on. “Ah.” He doesn’t say anything else, and you think he’ll drop it until: “Was it at least good?”
Your head snaps toward him to look up into striking blue hues.
What did he just say? “Excuse me?”
He chuckles. “I take that as a no.”
You huff in embarrassment. “Well… it was just sex.”
The man stares back at you in amusement. “That’s what everyone wants to hear the morning after.”
Thankfully, you’re saved from rehashing your night to this ridiculously attractive stranger when the elevator doors ding open to the lobby. You heave out a sigh of relief. “Okay, well, I hope you enjoy the rest of your day—
“Here.” He hands you a card from his breast pocket, and you think he must be some bigshot if he carries these around. Still, you hesitantly take it from him. “Call that number sometime if you want more than just sex.”
And you look down at the card as the view of his cocky smirk disappears behind the closing elevator doors. On one side, it read: Jujutsu Law Firm. And on the other:
Satoru Gojo, Divorce Attorney
~~~~~
You completely ignore the card the first day, barely glancing at it on your countertop before heading out the door for your shift.
On the fourth day, the card tempts you after a day of messing up flower deliveries and spilling an entire tray of beer on the floor… you just want control over one thing that day. Then Nobara comes over with noodles and dumplings, and you forget about it.
You’re finally debating on doing it while cleaning the bar top a week later. And who knows, Gojo might actually be good. It’s also then that the very man you’re thinking of is suddenly breathed into existence by your crumbling resolve as he walks through the bar’s front door.
He looks surprised at first. Then his lips curl into a smile that takes over his face.
“Did you think about it?” he says when you set his drink down in front of him.
You want to ask if he’s actually been waiting for a response or if he didn’t remember that he’d asked until now. However, you don’t say any of this.
You’re scrubbing a glass that’s been cleaned twice already when you tell him, “Yeah.”
“And?”
You shouldn’t do this. You don’t have time—
Again, your mouth seems to think otherwise:
“Sure.”
~~~~~
He told you he sees too many people breaking vows for commitment, and you simply wanted an escape that came with the stress of working three jobs.
The arrangement is unconventional, and you almost think it’ll mess up your daily schedule set in stone since the day you were rudely tossed into the real world. But it doesn’t.
In fact, sometimes you find yourself eager for the next time you’ll meet up. And were it not for the both of you fucking now and again, you’d almost consider Gojo somewhat of a close friend.
He runs you coffee on days the flower shop opens early, and drops off doggy bags whenever you forget them in your shoe closet. It’s embarrassing the first time he steps into your unimpressive shoebox for an apartment that’s probably the same size as his living room.
Although, it never stops him from holding you down against your lumpy old couch while his hips press unforgivingly against yours. He’s so big that one knee is propped on the floor, his expensive pant leg rubbing into your worn carpet. If anything, it makes his thrusts reach much deeper, the angry red tip of his cock brushing against every single spot that makes your toes curl.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty.”
“Please, Toru!”
He growls a litany of praises in your ear, some you don’t even think he realizes he’s saying: So good for me. You have the prettiest pussy.
Gojo presses his large hand against the bulge in your tummy, groaning at the feel of you clamping down around him. “Come on, baby. Please come for me. I need to feel it,” he begs. “Please, baby. Fuck!”
Having a man like Gojo begging for you always teeters you towards the edge of release.
And you swear you see stars every time.
~~~~~
You duck down to hide behind Gojo’s broad frame.
Gojo quirks an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”
“The guy I slept with that one weekend just walked through the door, and I haven’t been responding to his texts.”
Gojo snorts out a laugh as he raises his drink to his lips. “What? I thought you guys were good friends?”
You narrow your eyes; he will never let you live that down. “Toru, this isn’t funny-oh no! He’s coming over—”
Gojo suddenly leans over the counter and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your words with his mouth. His teeth graze your lower lip, giving you a better taste of the top-shelf whiskey he’s been nursing for the past hour with a soothing flick of his tongue.
You’re left panting when he breaks away, and you glance over his shoulder to find the guy storming away.
“Did he walk away?”
The nod you give is a little dizzy. “Yeah.”
~~~~~
The moment you realize your feelings for Gojo are no longer platonic, you panic because now you can’t hold his gaze without blushing or accept a compliment without hoping that it means something more. How your stomach won’t stop fluttering for hours after he starts calling you princess.
You’re currently in his office for his lunch break because you finally have a day off, so you bring him his favorite ramen from the shop down the block. He’s currently telling you about his rough morning with a couple who are going through a rocky divorce, and yet all you can think about is how he smiles when he notices you also bought the mochi he likes.
You almost tell him then how you feel.
But you don’t. And if you’d looked a little harder, you’d notice that Gojo could tell what you were about to say too.
~~~~~
The next week, you don’t hear from Gojo, at all. He doesn’t answer your texts, or when he does, his answers are vague.
You chalk it up to him handling that messy divorce he’d been handling for the past couple of months. But then days turn into weeks until you’re walking to his apartment through the rain, thinking the worse.
What if he’s sick? What if he got hurt? What if—
Your questions dissipate into thin air at the sight of Gojo stumbling out of a cab with a pretty woman with long brown hair, and your stomach drops like a pool of quicksand. You feel frozen in place as she wraps her arms around him, and they disappear through the revolving doors of his building like some lovesick couple.
That night, the business card he’d first given you lays torn to shreds in the garbage can. And you toss and turn in your bed restlessly, thinking about how Gojo might’ve been onto something when he once told you that love doesn’t last.
~~~~~
The flowers in his hand felt heavy, his eyes unable to drift away from your face through the shop window. Watched as it lit up from a man who isn't him. He hasn’t spoken to you in over a month, even though he knows where you live and could possibly recall your number by memory.
He’s aware of how much he’s fucked up—how he let his insecurities and doubts get the best of him. It took one long talk with Shoko to realize that he was being an idiot because… he wants you to be his.
Gojo eventually walks away, tossing the flowers he had in a garbage bin on the street. He doesn’t get far when the voice he’s been wanting to hear for weeks calls out to him.
"Satoru?"
He stops, turning around to find you holding the crumpled bouquet of flowers in your hands. You're panting like you’d sprinted to catch up to him.
Gojo rubs the back of his neck. "Uh, hey."
A small frown creases between your eyebrows. "Were you just going to leave without saying anything?"
"You looked busy."
He’s unprepared for when you hit him in the chest with the flowers in your hand, making them look even worse for wear than they already are.
"You are such a dick,” you snarl. “Are you going to apologize to me properly or what? I would’ve been fine just being your friend, you know."
He shakes his head. “That’s not what I want.”
You huff out a breath. “Then what do you want? You can’t decide you want me one moment, and a different woman the next.”
“She was just a friend.”
“You mean like me?”
“No,” he insists. “Nothing like you. There’s only you.”
“Do you mean that?” He sees your bottom lip tremble slightly. “What happened to you not believing in relationships?”
“I want you. Only you.” This time he hopes you understand when he says it.
~~~~~
Gojo’s not sure how long it’s been now. Weeks? Months?
Eventually, bits of you slowly find a permanent residence in his apartment. It starts with your toothbrush, and then your underwear which now fills up the drawer beside his own. There is a shirt, one of his old faded graphic tees from his teens that you’d staked claim to, folded up neatly on the corner of the bed.
A small plant you bought from a street vendor resides on his kitchen counter because you forgot about it when you left for one of your odd jobs the next morning. Yet every time you come over, you water it, and so that becomes another part of you that had found a place in his home.
He thought he’d had it at first, but he can’t get over how easily you fit into his life—that he’s okay with the matching pajamas and the occasional fights, because he—
“Ah! I love you!”
His thrusting stops and he leans back to look down at you with wide eyes. “Wh-what?”
You reach up to brush his sweaty hair from his eyes. “Toru, I love you,” you whisper, and it does something to his chest, constricting it in a painfully satisfying way.
Gojo slowly shifts his hips against yours, loving the sound of your breathy gasp when he hits the right spot. Then he bends his head to mouth at your collarbone, his mind drunk on the four-letter word that you've carved into his eardrums. “Say it again,” he mumbles.
“I love you,” you moan as he gives a particularly hard thrust.
He reaches to pull at your hips, pulling you onto his cock as he pushes back inside until your body is jolting from every dip of his hips.
One large hand splays over your belly, smoothing upwards between your perfect breasts before making the same trail back down to your clit. He rolls it under his thumb, loving the way you gasp beneath him, back arching further off the bed with each messy pass.
“Toru!”
“Wanna feel you come,” he grits out. “C’mon, baby. Please.”
He groans when you start fluttering around his throbbing cock, hears how your breaths are hitching needily for release in your throat. Then he presses down and you squeal as you reach a toe-curling orgasm, and he holds your trembling thighs open so he can thrust into you over and over again.
“So fucking gorgeous. Gonna cum so deep in this perfect pussy—f-fuck!”
Gojo tumbles into his high, spilling thick hot globs of white into your soft walls. “So good, baby, so good,” he chants as he collapses on top of you. You don’t seem to mind as you wrap your arms and legs around him, both of you panting and sweaty.
After a moment, he murmurs: "I can't believe you love me.”
"For someone who is so brilliant, my pretty boy can be such a dummy," you tell him, and all he can do is smile in a daze when you reach over to brush more of his white unruly hair from his forehead.
The quiet in the room grows heavy, full of open anticipation and feelings he didn’t know a person would ever have for him. But he knows that he wants you to say it again before you go to bed, and when you wake up in the morning. And every day after that too.
He’s spent a lot of his life being a stubborn idiot, and for now, he just wants this.
⸝⸝ A/N :: serial killer! toji makes me feel some type of way <3 5.2k words.
⸝⸝ SYNOPSIS :: you’re a college student, one dark night, the time was passing by normally, that is until infamous serial killer, toji fushiguro, breaks into your house with the intent to kill. you manage to run, but not for long, what will you do to save yourself?
⸝⸝ C/W :: dub-con, hunter and prey dynamics, mentions of murder / violence, breeding, mating press, slapping, degrading, mentions of impregnation, kidnapping, cheating, etc .
Content: unestablished relationship, ceo!Satoru and personal assistant reader, smut.
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem bodied reader
Content warning: minors/ageless blogs DNI. Nsfw: unprotected sex, creampie, gagging, praise kink, degradation kink, daddy kink, exhibitionism, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting, cum play i think? hair pulling, explicit language, age gap (6 years), gojo is a menace
Word count: 4.3 k
Summary: Satoru is tired of you wearing thigh highs at work, so he decides to take the matter in his hands and do something about it.
a/n: This is just pure filth, sorry if there are any mistakes. Tumblr is a bitch and kept deleting paragraphs and repeating them, so you might want to read at least the beginning again, cause it didn’t make any sense. If you reblogged this yesterday, please reblog this new version. As always, reblogs and opinions are appreciated <3
Working with Satoru Gojo is like nothing you’ve ever experienced in your life, no matter the type of job in consideration. You’ve had plenty of occasions to test yourself: waitress, receptionist, cashier, babysitter, tutor, anything. Now, at twenty two and after four years of College, you’ve found your place in probably the biggest company of the country, as the assistant of its rather particular CEO.
Admittedly, he made a very good impression on you, with his lean figure and his shockingly unique features, not to mention the charisma that radiates from his body and his manners, as though determined to just make you willing to accommodate each one of his requests, regardless their oddness or complexity. He’s good with his words, tremendously so, and he’s pretty easy to get along with as well, or perhaps that’s merely your perspective.
Despite his outward appearance and amusing comebacks, your boss is undoubtedly not a person who’s easily impressed. He’s already accustomed to the luxuries of life and wealthy, powerful people — to put it plain and simple, he’s seen most of the things he could possibly see, and he’s used to so many various places and personalities, that there’s hardly someone who can seriously blow his mind or amaze him anymore. He’s twenty eight, and the leader of a world-renowned enterprise, what could possibly faze him?
You, that’s the answer.
You’re so unlike anyone he’s ever met before, and he’s just entranced by the way you are seemingly so distant and different from the people he’s used to seeing and has to deal with on a daily basis. You’re smart, so smart that you’ve granted yourself a position by his side without any kind of past experience in a company before, and without the need for favoritism. This is supposed to be an internship for you, one that will hopefully bring you to bigger chances and teach you what you have to know, but he’s already told you he wants you to stay, he made it clear plenty of times, in fact.
And of course, with him being the person he is, you accepted without thinking about it twice. He’s fun to be around and work with, good-looking and respectful, has an innate distaste for the elders that feel entitled to their positions because of their age, and shares your visions on a lot of things you deem important, not to mention, he’s also extremely permissive and leaves loads of room for your creativity, whether that is in your working process, or your taste in fashion. He’s very outlandish when it comes to clothes himself, but when he told you he wanted you to catch the attention — because of course, we’re talking about his personal assistant here — he surely didn’t think you were going to show up wearing several kinds of thigh highs under your oh so very short skirts, and your definitely eye-catching colored blouses, every fucking day.
He must admit, you are indeed really creative when it comes to picking them: sheer fabric during the warmest days, wool when it’s colder outside. Red, white, black, gray, blue, pink, you’ve tested his patience with every existing color by now, and he can’t no longer pretend to not see. Today? Today you even went as far as putting on garter belts, and God only knows for how long he’s been trying to divert his gaze from your crossed legs, as you sit pretty and focused beside him, fingers tapping against the keyboard while you fill out useless documents he wishes he could just ignore for him.
You’re so diligent, he wants nothing more than to make you lose your composure.
“You should take a break.” he muses unexpectedly, tilting his head and shamelessly keeping his eyes fixated on you. On your face, that is.
You’re so absorbed in whatever you’re reading, that you don’t even register his words in the first place, spurring him to push his chair back from the desk to manspread and rest his elbows against his thighs, hands intertwined as he grins at your stoic expression.
“Did you hear what I said?” it’s only when he talks again that you raise your head, and immediately cast him an apologizing look.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
Implying you didn’t — in fact — heard what he said, he leans back into the chair and repeats himself, “I said that you should take a break, you’ve been reading these documents nonstop.”
Honestly, he doesn’t even know why you care so much about them when he’s probably not even going to send them in the first place, and he told you that, but being the good, hardworking young lady that you are, you finish the job either way, claiming that he could need them someday. A similar request is not surprising, given his personality and the special attention he pays to his subordinates, especially you, but you fail to grasp the actual reason behind his consideration, and so you chuckle amusingly and shake your head. How come you seem to be more responsible than your boss?
“I really should finish these, at least. I’ll take a break right after, don’t worry.”
He hums back in response, restricting himself to only watching you as you keep typing without paying the slightest attention to him, chewing on your bottom lip from time to time and switching your crossed legs every five minutes. Are you doing it on purpose? It must be that way, or else he can’t really explain the fact that you don’t have the faintest idea of what you’re doing to him. Does he have to mention you’re sporting a baby blue suit, with a white blouse underneath that barely manages to cover your bra, and likewise baby blue thigh highs?
“They match my eyes.”
At his affirmation, your ears perk up immediately.
“Excuse me?” you knit your brows in faux confusion, because if your plan worked and he noticed, then he’s talking about your outfit. Surely, you can’t give it away instantly.
“Your stockings, they match my eyes.” he feigns ignorance, although he knows better.
You’re not very slick when it comes to hiding something from him, because you move your chair back as well, showing your legs entirely, and look down at the way the fabric hugs your thighs, a faint smile on your lips. If you think he hasn’t noticed the way you get flustered when he compliments your work or your outfits too much, when he demands a kiss on the cheek first thing in the morning — instead of a normal and professional greeting, because he considers it to be more ‘bonding’ — or when he absentmindedly rubs his big palm over your back while he’s talking to someone else and you’re patiently waiting for him to finish, then you’re wrong.
“Oh.” you’re embarrassed, he can tell.
“Was it on purpose?”
You hear him clearly, and you can’t pretend not to, because you don’t have the excuse of being too immersed in whatever you were doing before.
“Maybe.” you mumble, a part of you wishing for him to catch on your response, the other wishing for him not to.
He chortles, entertained by the little pout on your features and the way you’re trying so hard to not meet his gaze, “C’mere, let me take a good look.”
Now this is definitely surprising to you, but you don’t want to disobey your boss, do you? So you get up from your chair, although a bit faltering and afraid of not being able to conceal the fact you’re actually thrilled by his invitation, and walk towards him, heels clicking against the marble floor of the room. He grabs your hand when you’re close enough, settling you between his spread thighs, causing you to draw a sharp intake of breath at the gesture.
Following the lacy border of the stocking with one finger, he tweaks the little tassel at the centre, before looking up at you again, a mischievous smile plastered on his face.
“D’you like them, sir?” the underlying bashfulness in your tone makes his cock twitch in his pants, leading him to lay out his palms at the sides of your thighs, instinctively pulling you closer, fingers digging in your flesh.
“Hmm. You look pretty in this color, you should wear it more.”
Your heart is thumping so hard in your chest that you can literally feel it in your ears, and the way he’s smirking up at you doesn’t do anything to prevent arousal from starting to pool in your panties. He’s aware you don’t dress for him, you don’t put on cute outfits for other people, you do it to feel good in your own skin and to look proudly at yourself in the mirror in the morning, so the fact that you deliberately made the choice to pick a color that would match his eyes — although you don’t think it actually does, his eyes are far too unique for whatever color to even come close to their shade — has his ego skyrocketing and his desire growing more and more.
He just feels so special, he finds it endearing.
“You think so?”
He snorts at your question, because honestly, how can you be so blind? It makes you feel hot, the way he’s rubbing his hands against the sheer fabric and licking his lips at the sight, the implied possibility of him being interested in you somehow making goosebumps raise on your skin. He notices.
“Yeah, but you always look pretty. So smart and so, so pretty.” he coos, and the praises make you squeeze your thighs together inevitably, “Oh, did you like hearing that?”
There’s no point in hiding as of now, so you nod sheepishly at his query.
“You’re so good with your words, what’s wrong now? Use them, c’mon.” he teases you, his hands raise further until they reach your hips.
Your mouth feels dry, but you try nonetheless, you want him to compliment you, “Yes, sir. I do.”
Adding something else or lengthening the sentence would only result in you embarrassing yourself even further, since you’ll probably end up babbling, so you opt for a quick reply instead.
“It’s Satoru for you.” he smiles at you, almost boyishly, it makes your cheeks flush, “I’ve been meaning to tell you how much I like your stockings, but this pair might just be my favorite. You chose the color for me after all, right?”
Well, a positive answer will certainly get rid of any kind of doubts regarding your attraction for him, but it seems exactly what he wants, considering he’s been tarrying solely to have a precise response from you.
“Yes.” it’s certain, determined.
“Do you like me?” there’s really no need for him to ask, but he wants to make sure you reciprocate his intentions, and admittedly, he likes seeing you getting all flustered.
“Y-yes, do you..like me?” your voice is low, just above a whisper, but he hears you clearly.
“Oh, you have no idea.”
He gets up, towering over you, and honestly you will never get used to the height of this man. Pushing you back towards the desk, he settles his hands on your waist as your ass comes in contact with the edge of the table, and things start to evolve quickly, so much so that you can hardly keep up. Two of his fingers raise to grab your chin firmly, before he’s lowering his head and hovering his lips over yours, just enough to tease you and make you reach out for them, next thing you know, he’s kissing you. Hungrily, fervently, but slowly — as though he had all the time in the world, and no seconds to waste simultaneously.
His scent is intoxicating, not that you’re not used to it given you work as his assistant and spend a lot of time with him, but being so close and having him pressing his chest against yours makes you unable to focus on anything else, and you’re nostrils fill up with his cologne. You taste good on his tongue, and it’s the same for you, leading to a kiss that seems to be never-ending, except you need to inhale some air at a point.
He watches you like he’s satisfied and has finally been given what he expected and longed for, he can’t leave you in peace for a second, before his lips are lustfully napping at the skin of your neck, He bites, sucks, licks and then repeat the cycle all over again on a different spot, bringing his hand to your hair only to yank your head back and make more room for his mouth.
“Sir — the door’s still open.” you struggle to talk, and your whole body feels so hot you fear you’re about to burn.
He eyes the door, the confirmation only fueling his provocations. He grabs your waist firmly in a second, lifting you and plopping you down on the wooden surface of the desk, as you encircle his own waist with your legs automatically.
“Then let’s give everybody a good show, hm?” he raises his brows at you teasingly, before pushing his crotch against your centre, finally creating some friction.
A moan immediately escapes your mouth, the crescent desire making you unable to talk as your fingers reach for the collar of his shirt.
“And since saying my name is so hard for you,” he starts, pivoting his hips and rubbing against your clothed cunt just in the right way, as he lifts your skirt with his hands and uncover your ass, “At least call me daddy. Much better than sir, don’t you think?”
You feel like you’re about to combust from the way your body is heating up so fast, and you would have never thought the idea of someone casually bumping into your boss — hopefully — fucking your brains out on his desk could excite you, but here you are. Not to mention, the fact that he just asked you to call him daddy makes you wonder if you’re just envisioning your most erotic, filthy dream, or if this is actually reality.
He’s not really awaiting a response, fingers nimbly working on the buttons of your blouse instead, popping them open one by one, revealing your light blue bra to his eyes. Your breath is heavy with anticipation, and your hands twitch with the need to remove his clothes, so you finally get rid of his tie and repeat his actions on his shirt. What you see once it’s open quite literally makes you gasp, his body seems sculpted in marble and too much for human eyes to handle.
You surely anticipated him having abs and a toned chest, you could see his muscles flex under his suits sometimes, and well, let’s just say you enjoyed indulging in your dreams occasionally. But this? This is even better.
While you’re busy drooling at the vision, he adjusts your legs over his shoulders — firmly encircling your thighs with his arms — and goes down on his knees. He starts by placing feathery kisses on your inner thigh, over the sheer fabric first and then directly on your skin, the more he approaches your cunt, and before you’re even able to process what’s going on, his hot mouth is on your swollen clit, tongue circling over it despise the presence of your panties.
“You’re soaked,” he states — not that you’re not aware of it — and smears the slick seeping through your briefs with two fingers, paying particular attention to your clit, “You should have just told me you wanted me so bad, pretty. I was losing my mind trying to not think about eating you out on this desk.”
The confirmation that he’s been fantasizing about the same exact things makes you shiver, and you grow impatient each passing second, bucking your hips forward in hope he’ll get the message.
He does, he laughs at you, “Needy.”
You put your fingers through his hair, no longer willing to hold back, “Please, daddy, ‘want you so bad.”
Your voice is seducing, your lips are parted and you’re panting, he can’t stop himself from looking at you at least for a minute, and his pants start to strain at the sight and at the way you called him.
“Alright, let’s give you what you deserve.”
And with that, he unhooks your garter belts — much to his displeasure — and finally lowers your panties as you raise your ass enough for him to slide them down your legs and get rid of the damp piece of cloth. He grins contentedly at the sight, slipping in one slender finger without a warning, before peaking his tongue out and dragging it between your folds, enough for you to open your mouth agape and tighten the grip on his white locks.
He starts pounding into you, closing his lips around your clit and twisting his tongue around it, before inserting another finger in your entrance and alternating the pumps with the ministrations of his mouth.
He spits on your cunt with the sole intention of creating an even bigger mess, not satisfied with the way you’re dripping down on his desk as he pumps his fingers into you mercilessly. When you pull his hair a little too hard, you look down between your thighs immediately, worried that you might have hurt him or pissed him off, but what you find is a smirk on his face and one of his hands palming his hard cock above his pants, the vision only making your pussy clench.
“Feels good, huh?” he teases, although the answer is pretty clear.
“Yes daddy, feels really good.” the words roll out of your tongue like you’re drunk and finding it hard to say something that makes sense, but you manage to nevertheless, and he rewards you by replacing his fingers with his tongue, fucking your entrance with it as his thumb rubs fervently against your clit.
He eats you out like a starved man, drowning his face in your slit, making your legs twitch from the pleasure as you keep his head down and bring your free hand to your breast, palming it over your bra. Your nipples are perked up, the friction with the thin fabric making it even more sensitive to the touch, to the point you lower your straps to be able to finally tweak at least one of them.
You attempt to not be loud, but the more you approach your high, the less you can hold your moans in, until you eventually don’t even try anymore. The coil in your stomach feels as though it’s about to break apart, and you’re positive you’ve never experienced this sensation before.
“Cum for me, sweetheart. I know you’re close.” he mutters on your pussy, raspy voice only bringing you closer to the edge, “Give it to me baby.”
It doesn’t take more than another minute for you to finally let go, not even noticing the fact that he has strayed a bit away and started rubbing against your enlarged bud ardently while his fingers thrust inside you with force, so fast that you can’t even keep up.
“Ngh — ‘m cummin! Daddy, ’m gonna cum!”
Then it happens, and before you can process it you’re squirting all over his hands, your cunt throbbing as your entire body jolts and your legs shake over his broad shoulders.
“Good girl, that’s what I wanted.” he praises you, bringing his mouth back to your core to taste you.
Your head is thrown back as he keeps nipping at your clit, the overstimulation making you whine pathetically and tremble, you’re so fucked out you’re not even capable of feeling ashamed at what just happened. You feel like your boss wouldn’t want you to anyway.
He stands up, towering over you and not caring whether or not you still have to regain your senses after the wrecking orgasm you just had, and grabs your jaw with his hand, squeezing your cheeks as he looks down at you.
“Open up, I want you to taste yourself.”
You comply immediately, letting him shove two fingers down your throat. You lay your tongue flat against them, trying to breathe through your nose, and twirl the pink muscle around them before starting to suck on them.
“Yeah, just like that.” he coos, his eyes not leaving your face for a second, not even when someone knocks on the door — despite it being open and the scene being perfectly visible — and asks for a minute of his time, stuttering from the embarrassment. Well, it must be urgent.
You wrap your fingers around his wrist instinctively, eyes widening and heart fastening its pace. Are you forgetting who’s the boss here?
“Not now, I’m taking care of my girl, can’t you see?” he answers almost rudely, but only because he’s been interrupted, otherwise he’s pretty turned on at the idea of someone watching.
While he talks, he pushes his fingers further down your throat, making you gag at the sudden gesture.
“No need to get all shy now, pretty.” his tone is patronizing, as he observes the way the drool pools at the sides of your mouth and tears well in your eyes.
“D’you think you can take my cock now, hm?”
You’re nodding before his fingers are even out of your mouth, and he chuckles at your eagerness, finally unzipping his pants. His cock hits his stomach from how hard it is, veins throbbing alongside the length before he wraps his palm around it and gives it a few strokes, preparing it for your hole.
“I’d gladly take my time with you, but I need to fuck you right now.” encircling his arm around your lower back, he pulls you closer to him, pushing inside you with determination, making you gasp at the way your walls struggle to take him in at the beginning.
But it’s fine, because you adjust to his size quickly and once he starts thrusting inside you his tip hits all the right spots, making you unable to think about the initial discomfort. He brings his attention to your breasts, sucking on your nipples one by one as he fastens his pace, hips slamming against yours hard and decisively. If that wasn’t enough, his thumb finds its place back on your clit, circling it as he pumps into you like he owns all the stamina in the world.
“Oh my god, ah — it’s too much, ‘s too much!” you’re screaming, your throat feels sore and you’re whimpering at each one of his movements.
“I know pretty, but you’re a good little slut, right? You can take it, make daddy proud.”
Satoru loves treating his women nicely, especially if we’re talking about you, that’s why he’s determined to give you not only one, but two orgasms.
He smiles when your hands place on his butt with the intention of bringing him even closer, as though he wasn’t already reaching your cervix with the way he’s ramming into you. The noises are lewd, absolutely disgusting, but that’s exactly what he likes about all of this. He wants it messy, vicious, or else it doesn’t make sense to him.
He would gladly kiss you, but he wants to see your fucked-out expression until you reach your peak, and so he keeps kneading your tits with one hand and rubbing against your clit with his thumb, never changing the pace of his thrusts. He’s good with his hips, rotating them to make sure you feel his cock everywhere, in any way. Your walls clench around him, squeezing him harder and harder as it throbs inside you.
“It’s so big — ‘m gonna cum again.” you whine, almost desperately.
“I knew you could take it, want me to tell you how good you are?” he nudges your cheek, lips brushing against your skin as you nod, “You’re perfect. Go on baby, cum for me again, you’ve been good enough to earn it.”
You reach your second orgasm as soon as the words leave his mouth, drenching his cock and making his thrusts even sloppier.
“Fuck — I’m close.” he groans, movements getting less precise as he approaches his own high, yet you can still feel him in your tummy.
“Cum inside me, daddy. Fill me up, please?”
Your request is so filthy, it makes him wonder how you managed to hide this side of you so well, but he’s undoubtedly happy to hear such words escaping your lips, it means he was successful in his goal.
“Anything for my pretty girl.”
Your heart swells with pride as you milk him and bring him to his orgasm, happy when he finally pulls you in a kiss while spurting his sperm inside you. It feels good, it’s hot. You feel full.
He makes sure to empty his balls entirely, pumping in another few times before pulling his cock out, right after he’s certain your lips are swollen. He relishes in the sight of his cum slowly dripping down your hole, one hand gripping your thigh again as he brings two fingers to your cunt to gather what’s oozing out of it. You know what he wants the moment he shows them to you, and you open your mouth compliantly, watching him eagerly.
He lets you suck on them, being much gentler this time, before kissing you again.
“Next time, your lips will be wrapped around my cock instead of my fingers, ‘kay?” he grins on your lips, affectionately stroking your hair.
Never in your life would you have thought that a pair of thigh highs could lead you to this, and although working by his side is already a pleasure in itself, you nod with the awareness that you now have one more reason to look forward to your days as his personal assistant.
After all, Satoru Gojo is a particular man.
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“studio ghibli romances be like “what if we didn’t kiss, but instead both spiritually matured as people because we met each other.”
“I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and a girl appear in the same feature, a romance must insue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where the two mentally inspire eachother to live-if I am able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.” -hayao miyazaki
summary: you’ve been asking fushiguro to help you with studying more often recently, but he notices that you’re not actually paying attention to his words.
words: 3.3k
warnings: no spoilers for any season, 18+, smut, fingering, kinda-hair pulling, choking with fingers, doggy, kinda voyeurism if you squint.
a/n: yes it’s late, but it’s good food
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“Wait, show me that again!” you stopped Megumi before he could readjust his finger position, you’d asked him to show you the different shadow puppets he uses to summon his shikigami.
He’d sighed, a little bit confused but obliged anyway, you’d come into his room under the guise of studying and he’d allowed it because he thought you were tolerable - his brain screamed ‘cute’ but he wouldn’t admit it.
He moved his hands so his thumbs were interlocking, his fingers extended out to form two large wings.
The size of his hands always surprised you, as well as the length of his fingers - but it was the veins running through the backs of them that really made you dry at the mouth.
“And that one is…?” you took in every detail that you could before he put them back down again, “Nue!” he explained again. This had been going on for a few weeks now, for some reason you’d taken a huge interest in his shikigami but wouldn’t explain why.
He watched you open your mouth and he knew you were going to ask another question, “And this is Divine Dogs,” he folded one hand over the other and separated his ring and pinkie from his index and middle to make the shadow of a dog.
In an attempt to normalise the situation, you put your hands together and tried to copy it and ultimately failing miserably. He huffed and rolled his desk chair over to his bed where you were perched, he was sitting in it backwards for some reason, “No, like this,” he did the hand motion again but slower.
Synopsis: Megumi went from high school delinquent to fratboy, he was lowkey with his escapades with women making him look somewhat decent, everything turns around when he ends up sleeping with the only girl he sat next to everyday in class.
Warnings: a bit of angst, explicit nsfw, friends with benefits, drunk sex implied, both were drunk, fuckboy!megumi, commitment issues, breeding kink, oral sex male and female receiving, jealousy, self loathing, a lot of toxicity, rough sex, break up sex.
Word Count: 5.6k
A/N: Show some love to Megumi, I don't know how long it passed since I read a fic where reader doesn't cheat on him for Toji... instead of Megumi? like Megumi? The quiet ones are the freakiest, he got the body, he the pretty boy, he was the school delinquent and y'all still don't show him enough love. This story has an open ending, comment what you choose by the end ig XD
Masterlist - Masterpost
You and Megumi met in class, you sat next to each other, chatting every morning and afternoon about whatever crossed your mind, even if he didn’t look like the talkative type, he was a great listener.
When he told you he was part of the biggest fraternity on campus during a conversation about the trashy parties that take place, you couldn’t actually believe it, he did not seem like the type of guy to party every week and all the things that came with it and the reputation.
But once you saw him across campus making his way into one of the girls' dorms like it was his own house, you knew he was exactly the type, he was just reserved about it. Your image of him didn’t change, he was still a great guy, when you asked him about all the fraternity matters he also revealed to you that he was in there thanks or because of his family’s past history in this college.
His father and his uncle were apparently both presidents during their time so it was just rightful of him to at least be part of it.
You would call him your friend to be honest, after half a year it was the minimum. His daily grumpiness or just little gestures made you always laugh and put you in a good mood, while his attractiveness was just a bonus to bless your eyes everyday. He was great at all the little games you’d play to kill time, it felt like a nice fresh breath of air.
Your heart had started to fasten a little after some time each time you saw him, even though it shouldn’t.
But the little rare smiles he’d give only to you when you said or did something couldn’t make it easier.
It was curiosity that brought you into a frat party, there were rumors you couldn’t just help but to settle with your own eyes.
When you arrived, the sight of bodies crushing each other, loud music, alcohol and smoke were everywhere, pretty much solidifying your imagination. There was the ping pong table, the ones doing body shots, those in the pool, little stripes of white powder on the table glass…
You felt a little bit out of place, till your eyes caught the silhouette of the man you saw almost everyday, relief washing you as you finally saw Megumi.
He was leaning on the counter, drink at hand as he just simply watched over everyone else. That’s how he saw your figure as well, a tiny black dress tightly hugging your figure, showing every curve, making his cock twitch in his pants at the sight, how many times since the beginning of the year had he thought about bending you over in the middle of class, filling your tight innocent cunt with his cum, it should be illegal.
There was something about you, maybe it was the fact he had not met you at a party and you were a regular person in his life, the little warmth he felt every time around you, just made you even more of a desire and happiness for him.
A drop of mischief filled him.
It’s no surprise that less than an hour later, you were in between the sheets of his bed, his cock rutting inside of you, while you cried and screamed his name and he groaned, making sure to mark anywhere on your body. The couple of drinks you had earlier might have added to the oversensitivity you two had, how the slight touch of his lips on your neck and nipples were so arousing to you.
You don’t remember the exact number of rounds, enough for you to hiss when coming out of bed and sneaking out early in the morning.
The next day, he woke up in his own empty bed. Eyebrows raised in confusion, did he want a morning round? Yes, he did. But as his eyes wandered around the room, the time on the clock made his naked figure jump out of the bed. He was late.
His hood up as the hangover was taking a toll on him, the light and the noise around was too much. But he expected that it was not his first time.
What he did not expect was you being completely unfazed when he sat down and greet him as the two of you fucking each other and that being the best sex of your life didn’t happen, instead you greeted him like you always did, with a smile and a coffee already on his side.
As the lecture went by he was getting frustrated, did that mean nothing more would happen? Did he ruin your friendship? Would he never have the privilege of pounding into you again?
“Listen-” He started but you shushed him down almost immediately.
“We’ll talk about it later.” You said, your eyes never leaving your laptop and the notes you were taking, but that had at least calmed him down… or made him even more anxious.
When the lecture ended, he waited for you to collect your things and walked you back to his fraternity home. You were just as nervous as him, you honestly didn’t remember much of the trip, you two were silent and a second later from your thoughts you were already entering the house.
“You’re the one from this morning!” Your attention was caught by the pink-haired guy sitting on the couch in the living room. You waved with a smile, you had met him in the morning while sneaking out, he was attempting to cook pancakes.
“Nice to see you again too! Did you follow my advice on the dough?” You said standing behind him on the couch.
“I did, they came out a lot fluffier, oh, Fushiguro! Is she a friend of yours?” He asked, Megumi nodded once, he was a bit annoyed that you were getting along with him, not even, he should be the only contact you have in this house.
“I’m Y/N L/N, I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself this morning, I was kind of late and I had to go home first.” He shook your hand, while you awkwardly laughed a bit, a tiny grin coming onto his face, knowing the implications of said words.
“Yuji Itadori, and don’t worry about it.” Behind you, Megumi cleared his throat.
“We need to go discuss something, see you later Itadori.” He said, taking your hand and leading you upstairs. The grip on you was tight, almost like he felt you’d escape from him, or go somewhere he wouldn’t be able to reach you.
You entered the room far at the end of the hallway, by the measurements now that you were sober and actually taking your time to look around, it seemed like the master bedroom with catalog like furniture, minimalistic of black, white and gray. You entered before him, he locked the door behind you, sitting at the edge of his bed while he leaned on the door, silence overtook the room till he spoke up.
“So, are we going to act like we never had sex or what?” By the tone he seemed annoyed or tired, or both. Has this been eating him up so much?
You cleared your throat, the crudeness of his words taking you aback a bit. “Well, we could if you want or… I don’t know, this is not exactly my field.” You said scratching the back of your head, how will you tell him this?
He narrowed his eyes at you, not really getting it. “What do you mean?”
“That… like last night.. It was actually- my first time.” Your lips bit into a thin line as soon as those words came out, avoiding his eyes like the plague or whatever answer he may give you. You rested on your hands, your body leaning back a bit, fists trembling in nervousness.
“You said what?” Megumi was stunned, you? who moved naturally all night on him, you were a virgin? And he was the one who took it? So sloppily, roughly? With both of you with alcohol in your systems? It wasn’t a big deal for him but it must have felt shitty to have it like this or-
“Don’t mind it, I don’t. We can still be friends if that’s what you want.” Your words dying at the end. You were caught off guard, you didn’t hear him take a single step, but here he was tilting your chin up, inches only separating your lips, he’s blue eyes looking directly into yours.
You felt the pressing of his lips on yours, eyes closing to feel more of him, your hands going to his perfect jaw, while his body pushed yours to lie on his bed, your back touching the soft black sheets, pressing his chest onto yours and crotch to yours making you feel everything superficial of him.
“You want this to stop?” The shivers, the light moan that escaped your mouth, the lust in your eyes, he was intoxicating you more than anything, you’d never want this to stop.
With no answer other than your body reacting to his proximity, his fingers worked on your pants, taking them off along your panties, stumbling into your shoes, till your lower half was completely exposed to him. Tugging on the hem of his t.shirt he took it off, putting the situation even between you two.
Megumi’s knees hit the ground, kneeling in front of your pretty cunt, his arms wrapping around your thighs to keep you steady, his lean figure was not so lean anymore, feeling the strength behind him, your back could only arch, when his tongue touched you, started to savor you, his saliva mixing with your wetness, making his tongue movements echo in the room.
Your hand grabbed his hair, tugging on it making him hiss at the harsh pulls, his tongue pushing into your little tight hole. He was eating you out desperately, your other free hand gripped tight on the sheets till the knuckles became white, your mouth shut tight as you remembered you were not alone in this house and came on his tongue.
Your legs spasmed around him, while he kept swallowing and licking you clean of the juices you produced, he loved the way you tasted, he loved the way you were reacting to him, he loved the way you were melting into him. His cock was hurting at being tied back into his pants, wanting to feel you around him once again, not having had enough of you.
He put your legs down gently, going up to your face, kissing you deeply, making sure you were tasting yourself in him, the action was arousing, your hips grinding on each other to find more relief at the sensation building again in your lower stomachs.
Your hands trembled, shook uncontrollably, while untying the belt around his pants, he kicked his shoes off, lowering his pants and boxers. Now you could finally remember his length clearly, your breath hitching when he patted the pink tip of his cock on your sensitive clit, wetness loud and clear mixing with the precum, going up and down your folds, with his own heavy breath he watched you whining and moaning every time he was near your hole clenching around nothing, waiting for him to fill you.
He pushed the tip in, your pussy making it hard for him to go through, slipping in only thanks to the cum that it was being produced, pushing in till none of his cock was out, the tip kissing your cervix. You both breathed hard, he groaned feeling your walls squeezing around him, the warmth, all the heavenly sensations.
He took the moment for you to relax to take off the shirt blocking him from seeing the rest of you, only then when he could see your tits bounce with every thrust did he start to fuck you just like he did last night.
You kept your voice low, his fingers digging into your waist, the slapping of his balls on your ass, of your skin clapping, echoed in the room with his low grunts of satisfaction.
The feeling in your lower stomach coming up again, his hips moving sloppily, his teeth greeting as he spasmed through till your back arched impossibly more, eyes rolling back, with that feeling in your lower stomach unleashed while clamping down on him, milking him off his semen into you. Filling you completely.
There was a break and then you picked back up where you left… you don’t know how many times this was repeated, enough for your legs to ache and feel sore, your cum mixed together oozing out of you while he was spooning you under the sheets.
It felt like a dream, but like all dreams, there’s a moment they come to an end.
“I don’t do relationships.” Megumi’s tone was warm, but your body stiffened a bit. This was your call to reality, for your mind to remember that he was the friend you made through class, that you appreciate the company, the little games, the laughs and the same one who had probably half the campus’ girls at his feet.
You purposely replayed in your head the way he entered your own dorm building, knowing exactly where and who to go to, multiple times.
Your heart was breaking, there was a conflict going on, you liked him, you had fallen for him, but to which length?
“It’s fine.”
No, it wasn’t. But you forced yourself to say those words. Regardless of how it was going to be, you still wanted to have him smile and laugh, breaking that stoic facade only to you every day. You didn’t want to lose that friendship and contact and if it was to be occasional sex then so be it.
“Would you be into having this keep going and still be friends, no exclusivity?” His words hurt too damn much. Your eyes were shut making it look like you were going to sleep.
No exclusivity. What a great joke you put yourself through just for him, thinking that it will be worth getting your heart trampled over and over again. For him… while he probably felt nothing more than great pleasure at having one more toy to play with.
“Okay… I’m tired though, whatever it is, it’s okay.” He hummed and you could feel the light smile on his lips through his tone, he hugged you tighter and you wanted to damn him so much, to curse him out, scream, cry and get out of his arms; he did this so easily, holding you like it actually meant something, while not having had sex before, you knew how simple holding were different-
But you couldn’t do more than to melt in his arms with a single tear coming out of your eye.
It was the beginning of a spiral towards the low of lowest.
Your routine didn’t change other than the sex, he was in class, sat next to you, only little gestures changed, he looked at you in a softer way, light smiles, he played with your fingers and strands of hair.
Meaningless little gestures. You had to remind yourself.
This was a month or two into this friends with benefits thing, you don’t exactly know if he did use the no exclusivity clause or not, meaning, if he slept with other people, but you tried not to think about it too much. You tried not to make it hurt too much.
You tried to think of the conversations late at night, between you two only, of all the times you passed time together, acting like lovers, giggling and laughing in your sheets, talking with his friends too, passing movie nights there with all of them, eating together as he held you every time with an arm around, like you had filled the role of his girlfriend.
This had made you happy enough to not doubt him as much, after all even in the eyes of his friends it seemed like you were the only one for him.
Making you fall in love with him more and more. But-
“So, are you two dating now?” Yuuji was the one that put in question everything, how you wanted to smile and nod, and how much of a fool you would’ve looked while Megumi was already giving his answer.
“No, we are just friends. Stop saying nonsense.” While you tried to cover the sadness in the best way, with a normal goofy smile, lips bitten and fingers almost peeling each other off under the table, Yuuji looked at you skeptically.
Noticing the ways Megumi felt more anxious with his answer, caught off guard or mad. Even disgusted could fit, but a lot seemed to go through his mind at the exact moment the words spilled out, confusion, fear…
You cleared your throat, trying to keep the conversation with Yuuji going for lunch, talking about the professors, talking about anything that would not remotely touch this argument again.
Megumi left before you two, after Yuuji actually confronted you alone and said some words to help you, you left going to the library to pick up the few books you needed for your assignment and headed back to your own dorm.
You were surprised when you saw him entering, in all this time not once was spent in your dorm, it was always his, and not once you mentioned where or which was your room. With a heart pounding into your chest, you entered shortly after him, following him, till you saw him again, two floors below yours, knocking into a room, and the instant it opened he was hungrily kissing a blond girl, not straining himself to grab her ass and neck, walking them inside and kicking the door closed.
You didn’t realize how you were crying, till the tears spilling were soaking your shirt, a soft sigh escaping you with a chuckle and a broken smile. I’m a fool for even…
You walked back into your room, letting all your things fall on the desk, getting in your bed with your clothes still on, there was no room for anything more than self loathing.
I got myself into this… I accepted it, I said yes to no exclusivity, I said yes to just casual fucking and I’m here crying like I knew nothing and got cheated on.
The fact that you were laughing at your own stupidity was breaking you more, you dug your own grave, and now you were crying about it.
I’m so fucking dumb, I knew it already why am I crying?... I thought I could handle it… Can I go back before I met him, change seats last minute to never see his goddamn smile, for him to not make me fall in love with him…
Please… let me go back.
When you woke up, your eyes felt sore, red and puffy from your crying, you had completely missed your lesson and you were not planning on going out of this room any time soon. What you didn’t expect was the reason for your heartache to have filled your phone with texts and calls… all starting from yesterday night.
You wanted to throw your phone so badly after looking at the hour on each message… Did he do this before? Did he called you in to sleep at his after fucking someone else?
You breathed deeply. I have no right to be mad. Was the only thing you could repeat to feel some part of the pain alleviate, you don’t know which but you just hoped it worked.
You: Sorry, I’m going to be at my parents’ for the week.
You: Family issues XD
Gumi: Oh, all right. Take care, text me whenever, hope everything works well.
You: Have fun.
What kind of text was that? You were acting like a bitter girlfriend… and you were not. You barricaded yourself in your room for the week, from Monday to Friday night, trying to put yourself together, mourn your heart and come up with something to do.
By Friday evening you were slipping back into the tight black mini dress you had on that night, heels on and purse with only essentials and you were out of the dorm, going to the party Nobara texted you about. You’d use the condition too. If he could…
And he really could, when you entered the house the party was held in, your eyes almost automatically found him sitting at the kitchen counter, just like then, with a girl kissing him. You rolled your eyes, after the countless times you passed self loathing just the last week, nothing could actually offend or break you even more.
You ended up talking and passing your time with Yuta Okkotsu, chatting and laughing, he was a nice guy, there was a mysterious aura around him but he did nothing that didn’t feel genuine. The conversation was briefly interrupted by an arm around your shoulder. “And here I thought you were Pres’ girlfriend but you were just a new toy?”
“Ryomen… whose toy?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Pres? President of the frat, pretty… Fushiguro.”
“Oh… well no…” Your fingers grabbed his jaw, guiding him till he was facing another direction. “See… there’s your president and that’s his new toy. I’m not. Have fun.” You said taking Yuta’s hand, he was keeping in the laugh at seeing the unmoving Sukuna, he took the lead and after you downed your drink, the two of you started to walk upstairs, in the corner of your eyes you met his eyes, looking at you with something you’ve never seen in him.
You didn’t want to care about it now.
You wanted to care and feel drowned by the ecstasy Yuta was giving you, while kissing you, holding you, fucking into you, but you didn’t know how to turn emotions completely off, because how could Megumi do this and not feel any shame or guilt?
When you woke up, Yuta made sure to accompany you home after breakfast and a well deserved shower from last night and maybe morning activities. There was an exchange of numbers thanks to you but he left with some words to you. “Heal first, don’t avoid the way it hurts, if you want to get closure from him and yourself and then call me, I’ll be happy to hold you a bit more while drinking vodka or something. All right?”
It felt stupid for you the way tears pooled in your eyes, lips trembling as much as he had to hug you and help you calm down, saying sweet things to you.
He kissed your forehead and let go of you as you walked up to your room.
Never thinking that you’d find Megumi there sat on your bed, your feet killing you had you taken them off in an instant, your purse somewhere thrown on the bed along with your phone and keys, your dress slipping off, substituted with a t-shirt. You sat crossed legs on the desk, in front of him.
“Who did you ask where I live?”
“Yuuji.”
You hummed, looking out the window… the day was just starting and this was how, what a joke. “Building looks familiar to you, doesn’t it?”
His head snapped up to look at you, while you slowly turned to face him with a bored look. “So, what’s wrong? You look like a corpse.”
“I’ve been calling you all night, why didn’t you reply?” It seemed like he was trying to come up with questions right then and there.
“My phone died and I didn’t check it, my bad. Is that it? I have a shower to do and lectures to-”
“Did you sleep with him?” It was direct, his eyes were narrowed at you, shutting you up with your mouth parted, a chuckle of disbelief.
“That’s funny… yeah, I did, does it matter?” He had annoyance slapped over his face, as if he was actually talking to you or not, why were you behaving this way with him. “What do you mean if it matters? Don’t we have sex exactly for this?” He spat out.
“We do, that didn’t stop you from sleeping around too. Why is it different? You know Pres, Yuuji was right, you’re one selfish bastard.” Megumi stood up in a second, nearing the desk while you gulped down the knot of cries and sobs that were forming in your throat internally.
“It’s not different, I just… you don’t need anyone else to sleep with if-”
“If I have you…? but I don’t, that’s where you’re wrong. You made it clear the first time with the no “exclusivity” and a week ago with the “ew, you dating me it’s nonsense, we’re just friends”” Only now he could recognize the look in your eyes, a broken one, filled of hurt. “Gumi, what happened? Do you feel something for me? Or are you just a jealous possessive bastard?”
His jaw was clenching hardly. “I care about you.”
“No, you don’t. You don’t care about anybody but you.” Now the glassy look of your eyes was evident, him saying that he cared was honestly more hurtful than probably hearing him say that he didn’t give two shits about you. “I love you.”
His eyes widened, he felt a weight drop in his own stomach, seeing the pain, the way you were about to break, but your face held a smile, a weak one, trying to keep yourself together. “So I think this thing can’t keep going, you can go out and find all the no strings attached girls you want but I’m done having you treat me like I’m the one you love and three seconds later treat another girl the same way. It fucking hurts.”
Your head was throbbing in pain, you couldn’t bear to look at him anymore, having that distraught look on his face you couldn’t comprehend. You were rubbing your eyes, you had cried enough and you had promised not to do it again. You got off the desk, walking around him till opening the door of your dorm.
“Please, just leave.” You asked, but he refused to move. You shut the door back aggressively. Your patience was wearing thin.
“If you really care about me like you just said, then leave!” You screamed at him. Going right in front of him, your hands on his chest but with no strength to push him.
“Do you want to know how it hurts? Tell me how you do it. Please. I don’t want to feel anything anymore.” You cried, there was no way you could do it. While being so close you just wanted to feel his arms around you and like he read your mind when he pulled you in a tight hug, his head on yours.
Holding you the closest ever, in intimacy, in feelings.
Could he make a sacrifice for the only girl he ever felt something for? Something so unnatural and foreign to him to act irrational? Could he commit to you when he now knew your feelings corresponded to what may be his? Could he surpass his own commitment issues?
There wasn’t a clear answer to his questions but the kiss on your lips, the fluttering in his body he didn’t know how to identify going all throughout his body, feeling him of excitement but unlike other times of a drop of guilt and weight that pulled him down.
Your hands were clenched in tight fists on the front of his chest. You were cursing at yourself for being so weak, but you couldn’t help but to excuse yourself for it being the last time.
His hand cupped your lower back under the t-shirt perfectly, the coldness of it making shivers fill your body, making the arch of your body go till your bodies were pressed hard against one another. Your arms going around his neck, deepening the kiss, while his hands kept roaming around your bare skin, with a much more gentle touch than he ever used with you.
There was no interruption when he lifted you up and then laid you back on your bed, his body lying between your legs which were wrapped around his waist, giving him no space to move.
Megumi softly unwrapped your arms, looking down at you with a flustered face, heavy breath at your disheveled form, he lifted off the piece of cloth covering you, leaving you in your soaking pair of panties. He could see the faint marks the guy of last night left on you, his heart was throbbing in pain at the sight, but he knew this is what he got for playing with you initially.
He took off his own, leaving the bulge in his pants more evident. He leaned back down, his lips trailing kisses all over, leaving new marks, harsher ones to make his own claim stronger than the previous.
You felt your panties being slipped off, once he was done with the hickeys he started to press kisses from your ankle, leaving red and pink marks on your inner thighs, till his tongue ran through your folds. Savoring you, loving seeing the way you squirmed at the sensitive and intimate touch. He hummed and moaned on you, stimulating, pleasing and teasing.
Megumi kissed your clit once before sitting back up, pulling down the pants holding tightly his growing and hardening bulge.
His cock tipped on your wet pussy, rubbing, collecting lube till slipping in fully.
A groan escaping his mouth at the feeling of your warm velvety walls clamping down on him, he stopped his hips sinking in, keeping himself back from immediately cumming.
He leaned down, pinning you down with his forearms, going back to your lips, making you feel your own taste on your tongue, he guided your arms back around you, making your nails dig on his skin, giving you permission to do it, to mark him as well, something you knew he was never comfortable with.
He wanted to have you claim him.
He thrusted with more ferociousness, your bed moving with his movements, hitting on the wall, echoing with skin slapping, and his loud moans of pleasure and pain at the deep scratches on his back and shoulders almost drawing out blood.
Your eyes were spilling out tears, your emotions were running all over the place, your heart throbbed and your mind couldn’t comprehend the fact that you were going to let him go after he showed you such love and affection. It was for the better in the end.
Droplets of water made you open your eyes in the slightest, seeing his expression, your heart stopped at him crying.
He was crying, he was being pressured with the same amount of feelings you were, did he have your same realization? Did he get how he’d let go of you now?
Your high approached sooner, moaning out, pulling away from the kiss, he kept his lips on your body, going down on your chest and neck, while your mouth was left agape as you came around him.
Not many seconds later his sloppy thrusts had him completely fill you, spilling thick ropes of cum into your womb.
The two of you were left heavy breathing, his body collapsed on yours, arms around one another, neither of you wanted to let go.
When he decided to finally back up and pull out, your heart started to beat faster, expecting to see him dress up and getting out, you were even more nervous when he only pulled up his underwear and walked in the bathroom. You noticed his fair skin with deep red marks, feeling for a second a bit of satisfaction in this.
When he came back, he started to wipe with a wet wipe, the seed that was oozing out of you, he was taking care of you instead of leaving you, he pulled you in him, getting the both of you under the sheets, spooning you, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist.
His lips pressed against the back of your head, you felt his heart pick up as well as his breathing getting heavier.
“I love you.”
He had his eyes shut but it didn’t stop him from feeling your body stiffening under his hold.
“Megumi-“
“I do. But I don’t know how to do this. I was scared and I said and did things that hurt you. I tried to keep at arm's length but I ended up falling for you too.”
“Don’t say this just to not let go of me.”
“Im not. It’s something that has been building up for some time, months, maybe even before we slept together at all. But I did not want to admit it, so I chose the path to keep you as close but not commit. And I’m sorry.
I didn’t sleep with anyone till that day Yuji commented on whether we were dating or not. I couldn’t believe it, I felt so ashamed after that I texted you, I wanted to hear from you even though I felt like I couldn’t face you.
I used girls just so I could drown the thought of having fallen for you, of the fear I felt.
I’m sorry.”
He tightened his hold around your bare skin, as he felt your sniffles, your body shaking lightly.
“I don’t fully trust you…” it was a sob, a plea, even if he confessed this all now, the doubts that had filled you, not only about him as a significant other but yourself, your own value, your security in yourself.
“I promise I will change for you, for myself and for us to work together. I will rebuild that trust, just give me a chance, be with me, let me earn your heart and forgiveness.”
Your head hurt, your heart did too, there was no answer once again, just the two of you falling asleep holding each other like lovers enjoying their last time.
✩ tags ;; fem!reader, implied age gap but it’s unspecified, pussy eating, unprotected sex, fliritng, public sex (kinda), dirty talk, pet names like good girl, pretty girl, and young lady, teasing, uhhh idk i don’t think there’s anything else, toji is implied to sleep around a litle, 18+
✩ wc ;; 2.2k (lmao)
✩ a/n ;; this is so. so old. i started it in like nov of last year and found it in my drafts.
✩ synposis ;; you can’t help your intrigue at the man who sits at your bar everyday.
“Are you married, Mr. Fushiguro?”
Mr. Fushiguro gives you a look you don’t know how what to make of. Out of habit, his tongue slicks over the bumpy scar on his lap. The flesh now split, thick and gnarled.
You blink at him, once then twice.
“No kid, I’m not.”
“Have you been married before?”
“Only once,”
He’s got on a nice shirt. A dress shirt with all the buttons done other than the top two, and nice slacks. He looks good, clean. You hum slightly, your tone curious and open. He’s got a grit to him that you like. The respectful, chivalrous distance between you makes your stomach heat.
The watch on his wrist and the design of his shoes equal status. He looks out of place in the environment. You know men like this, always here for work. Often married ones, seeking reprieve from their wives. You’ve heard the word ball-and-chain so many times you start to wonder if men are worth the trouble in general.
Mr. Fushiguro has been here everyday for the last week. Always dressed the same and staying until bar closing but never getting drunk. On the rare occasion he’s not watching reruns of soccer games on the TV, he’s flipping through his wallet.
“What happened to your wife?”
“Didn’t take you for he nosy type,” ― He says, with no real bite attached to the end ― “We separated,”
“I’m sorry to hear that,”
He gives you a small smile, then a laugh that’s rough and deep. You couldn’t guess how old he is. Older than you most definitely, since he was married with a son.
You only really notice him because he never chats you up. You’re a bartender - your job is to pour drinks and make conversation to strangers. But Mr. Fushiguro doesn’t engage with you. He does with other women, but they always approach first. He’s got a sleazy way of talking, but his eyes are always lingering. When the night ends, he’s gone with it. Sometimes he returns disheveled and gives you a little look over the counter. But he’s never disrespecful, always oddly chivalrous.
For how easily he smooth talks, he doesn’t seem to care about taking them to bed. He always comes back looking the same and drinks until the bars closed. The most he’ll say to you is telling you to stay safe. There’s always more to everything he does. You can’t help your curiosity.
He seems sober, almost indifferent to the world around him. You can never get a hold on what type of person he is.
“Doesn’t get you anywhere being nosy, ay?”
“It gets me tips,” You offer, wiping some cups. He lets out a laugh at that.
“Don’t let my clothes deceive you, I’m dead broke”
“Is this your way of letting me down easy?”
His brows raise, giving you a wry smile.
“Did your boyfriend teach you talk like that?”
“Don’t have one, Mr. Fushiguro. And nobody taught me anything, I’m just curious,”
“You’re nosy is what you are,” ― Toji says, shoulders shaking in a laugh ― “Curiosity killed the cat,”
“But satisfaction brought it back. That’s the whole thing,”
“You’re a smartass aren’tcha young lady” ― He gives you a grin which you return with a tiny smile ― “Don’t start something you can’t finish,”
It hits you that this is more of a warning, a pre-emptive way to back off. You have no intention of it, shrugging as you sort now dry glasses and put them in their place. You turn your back to him, facing the bar. Getting on your tippy toes, you glance over your shoulder.
“I’m sure you could teach me a thing or two about finishing,” You offer. This time he laughs loud. You hear him stand up, turning on your heel and watching as he knocks on the wood. You glance at him, as he gives you a grin.
“I need to take care of something. Stay here after closing,”
Your feel your heart hammer in your chest, nodding. You tug your lip between your teeth, suddenly intimidated but refusing to back down.
“See you then, Mr. Fushiguro,”
“Toji,” He corrects.
“Right. See you then… Toji,”
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You learn quickly that Toji Fushiguro is a man of his word.
