chapter tags/warnings: naoya fucks toji's ex-wife again. aggressive sex. creampie-ing. misogynistic! naoya. hurt/comfort. naoya views women as nothing but a hole. broken marriage. heavy angst. infidelity/adultery. family drama. strong language. manipulation undertones. corruption.
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notes: thank you always for all the support! on to the plot for our final arc! this beginning excerpt is a rewording from a line in “spy x family” (any fans out there?) that i believe captures the dynamics in our characters as well. enjoy! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo
❝ Every person has a self that one conceals, a side not shown to anyone else. Not to friends. Not to lovers. Not even to family. Behind lies and painted smiles, individuals shield their true natures and desires…and, in doing so, the world thus maintains its thin veneer of peace. ❞
Who in the world was Toji Zenin?
The Toji that you had always known was Toji Fushiguro, so what was your husband’s cognomen doing besides your sex therapist’s first name on the latter's university diploma?
Even Google seemed to deny that Toji Zenin existed.
Showing results instead for ‘Toji Fushiguro.’
No, that was not what you wanted!
One step forward in understanding this enigmatic man might as well be three steps backward because, each time you thought you had learned something about him, you only come to the realization that nothing much had been discovered at all.
But as investigations via search engines, social media sites, and Wikipedia pages proved futile, sources that could quell your curiosity dwindled.
So, you turned to your last resort.
“Who’s Toji Zenin?”
“What—”
Across from you, the raspberry macaron in Mai’s hand stopped by her lips as the girl snapped her focus from the pastry to your unanticipated question, with Maki visibly turning stiff in the adjacent chair. The three of you sat surrounding a small table in the twin’s private lounge, located in the northern wing within the Zenin residence.
Visiting the central family property was not uncommon ever since your engagement and wedding earlier this year, but the architecture would never fail to impress you. The mansion itself resembled the Imperial Palace more than anything—an edificial centerpiece defined by the elegance and simplicity inherent in traditional Japanese design, with latticework embellishing the wooden exterior and, inside, carefully painted doors opening into tatami rooms.
Given that Mai and Maki were back in Tokyo for their summer breaks from universities abroad, the sisters established themselves as your close friends and had brought you into their tea room, adorned with European furnishings that would come off as atypical compared to the Japanese heirlooms elsewhere in the residence. On the table sat an imported tea set from England, at the center a French-inspired pastry tower prepared with caramel-topped croquembouches, chocolate-covered profiteroles, and the like.
In great admiration, the sisters had been barraging you with inquiries about your life back in your bachelorette days, asking about your volunteering trip to the Philippines or the charity auctions in Dubai.
Now, with the shift in discussion, the sisters exchanged an uneasy look.
An entire conversation appeared to be held in the way they traded glances. The usual sparkle in their eyes faded, which must mean the girls were remarkably uncomfortable, but Mai forced a polite smile as she placed down her macaron.
“Y/N,” she began carefully, “May we ask how you know Toji?”
Even though she tried to spin the question as casual curiosity, her apprehension could not be more obvious.
“I don’t know him, really,” you lied. While dishonesty went against your morals, watching the twins’ shoulders fall with relief was enough to assuage the guilt. “He’s just…” My friend, to put things in the mildest terms. “He’s just a name I have heard. That’s all.”
Maki dabbed at her mouth with a lace handkerchief, not making a big deal as she added, “Toji’s a cousin.”
So, the Zenin last name on his diploma was not a coincidence at all.
Such a groundbreaking discovery should have thrown you into a whole whirlwind but, to be frank, the realization did not come off as too surprising at all. If anything, Toji as a member of the Zenin family was the perfect explanation to why Toji seemed so astute, why he would talk like he knew more about Naoya than you, and—as Geto had once said—why Toji was ‘not where he could possibly be.’
While Toji’s reason for opting for the Fushiguro name remained a mystery, what you did know now was that he was indeed affiliated with the twins before you by blood, which—by extension—must mean that Toji would also be a cousin to…
…your husband.
Wait.
An unsettling chill ran down your spine.
“Cousins, as in,” part of you didn’t want to know the answer, “distant cousins? Or…?”
“No,” the older twin interjected matter-of-factly, not knowing the full background behind your seemingly innocuous question. “First cousins.”
Ah, so the closest type of cousins possible, which was exactly what you had hoped not to hear. With this additional information, you tried to hide the clamminess in your palms. What would be the best word to describe this void now? Did you feel disappointed? Misled? Betrayed? Toji certainly had known that you were wed to his younger cousin, yet he willingly chose to hide his background as he kissed you, touched you, and fucked you.
A reversal from your sentiments before, you currently felt both disgusted and hurt.
Why did Toji keep this information from you? What sick person derived satisfaction from having sex with his first cousin’s wife? You were so damn stupid for placing all your trust in him. Looking at the situation now, he was just another iteration of the same manipulative and disrespectful man you had been trying so hard to avoid.
“Are you close with Toji?”
Mai shook her head. “No. We don’t talk to him anymore.” Her comment struck as odd. Anymore? Had they once been, then? Before you could ask, her gaze darted around in caution before she leaned forward and said lowly, “For your information, Naoya got into a huge dispute with him earlier this year.”
That’s quite recent.
You understood that Mai and Maki had been uncharacteristically tight-lipped as they did not want to slander the family heir in front of his wife. Blissful ignorance was what the twins must be thinking, hoping to preserve the peace between you and your husband. However, what you had yet to reveal was the broken marriage that had been masked for everyone’s sake, disguised by a pretense that all was well.
Which was why, on that note, the timing could not have been more perfect as a tall young man with ombre hair and hazel eyes flung open the door in one unforgiving slam, rattling the fine china and startling the seated individuals inside.
“There you are, you whore!”
Your eyes widened with shock upon seeing Naoya Zenin in the entryway, your husband’s scowl icy and malicious. He came stomping toward you as his eyes held a dangerous hostility that was impossible to ignore, and you could oddly sense an impending doom when he stormed with zero regard for anything in his path, kicking aside a potted plant and toppling over a ceramic vase.
Standing up, you tried to hide the confusion that befuddled your already mish-mashed brain.
Today was Tuesday.
Was he not supposed to be at work?
“Naoya,” you began calmly, cognizant of the onlooking sisters behind you, “this is not the right place to—”
“You’re such a fucking desperate bitch, aren’t you?” His words were sharp and bitter, his glare filled with hatred like a fire doused with gasoline. Before you could request clarification, he stopped steps away and swung his right hand up, pressing a black business card to your stunned face, the paper crinkled from his intense grip and rendering you petrified in your stance.
No, this couldn’t be…
From your peripheral view, you watched Mai and Maki place their hands over their open mouths as they read Toji Fushiguro’s calligraphed name on the business card that also had in obvious words: 'sex therapist.' Shame racked your stomach. Merely minutes ago, you convinced the twins that Toji was to you nothing more than a name, and now, karma bit you back like a bitch.
With your voice evaporated, you croaked.
“Where did you find that?” You had been sure that you placed the badge away.
Naoya used his anger to crumple the card and tossed the now useless paper ball to the side. “In your purse,” he gritted, “How long were you planning to hide this from me?”
The ensuing guilt suffocated you. “I—” I don’t know.
Sensing the weakness in your will, Naoya burst into a maniacal laughter that cracked through the air, creating a disconcerting symphony. He bent forward, shoulders convulsing with every diabolic and mirthful guffaw.
“You’re so god fucking pathetic, woman. Do you have any idea who Toji Fushiguro is? That bastard is Toji Zenin, you ignorant slut—he is my cousin. Well, I guess I never told you about him, though, because he doesn’t fucking matter anymore anyway. I don’t know how you ended up crossing paths with him, but this is hilarious!” The man kept cackling and roaring like he had gone insane. “Were you two brewing shit about me? Actually, let me guess since you’d gotten hold of this business card: did you have sex with him? Did you have sex with Toji? Going around fucking your husband and then your husband’s cousin is nothing to be proud of. Tell me, did you meet the other sex therapists as well? Did you get stretched out by them, too? Whose dick did you like best? Whose? Whose? Is that what you like, being passed around and used like some sick trophy? What a fucking animal! How dare you disrespect our marriage. How dare you disrespect your own hus—”
Your hand lashed out before you could suppress the impulse and delivered one resounding slap across Naoya’s face. You watched him shut up and stumble backward, clutching his cheek.
"Ow!"
For a moment, the world seemed frozen still: the sisters gaping in complete stupefaction, your husband staring at the ground wide-eyed, and you heaving from the incoming emotional onslaught.
”How dare you…How fucking dare you disrespect me!” The coalescence of anger, agony, and resentment—bottled up in your heart for months upon months—was now being released as you dissolved into tears. “What the hell is wrong with you?! How could you say such messed up things? You are sick in the head, Naoya, you know that? Out of respect for myself, how could I possibly respect you?!” The only sound echoing in the room became your uncontrollable cries, sobs that escaped past your lips in raw and muffled bursts. Torn apart by sorrow, you could hardly breathe from how constricted your throat had become, your knees wobbling and weak. “Y-You have no idea how lonely and miserable I have been since I walked down that aisle. For the past six months, you—as my husband—have done absolutely nothing but make me feel like a rat in my own home, a mistress in my own marriage!”
“Fantastic! Exactly what I wanted to hear, I am glad I have made your life horrible!” Naoya snarled, not caring for how everyone else’s eyes widened at the scathing statement. Unbelievable. Truly, painfully unbelievable. Did your husband really just say that to your face? He could not give a shit that you wept pitifully, instead catching your shaky wrist in the tightest grasp possible as he added on, “My only regret is that I had not made your life even worse.”
“What the fuck!” you heard Mai gasp as a gut reaction.
What the fucking fuck, indeed.
While you had been subject to Naoya’s verbal harassment during these many weeks, for him to tell you that he wished he had tortured you further was beyond heartless. The searing ache that burned your skin might as well be fatal because your respiration turned erratic like someone had trapped you inside a bubble.
Hyperventilating, you subsisted on shallow gasps.
“Don’t go around thinking that you’re any better, alright? You’re calling me pathetic for sleeping with your cousin, but have you considered that I had been placed in that position because, since the start, you’ve been cheating on your wife?”
Yelling at his face allowed you to release more tears from your lachrymose eyes. Now, Mai and Maki must truly be appalled at all these revelations. What happened to the fairy-tale marriage you had told them about? Well, that never existed to begin with, and with these thoughts in mind, you found a sadistic satisfaction in watching your lawful spouse fume with deep-seated rage.
“That’s right,” you mused with derision, “we’ve been two sides of the same coin all along.”
Naoya clenched his hands at his sides, disgusted to have been compared to you. “Do not put me on the same level as—”
“No. No, you don't get to talk! All you have done since we have been married is for you to talk and complain and bitch about everything, but now, this is my turn,” you screamed in return. “I…I hate you!” and you pointed right at him, “In fact, I despise you. You never tried to see what I had to tolerate to stay with an asshole like yourself because you had been too busy sticking your dick into another woman while you could hardly look at me! No wonder your cousins worried about me. No wonder Toji told me to file for a divorce. Because you, Naoya Zenin, are a total piece of shit!”
His momentary pause hinted at the tiniest self-actualization that flickered within him. Perhaps he finally realized how you had been feeling now that you freely spat out all the turmoil that had been chaining your soul. He took one additional step toward you, torn between whether he should keep up with his anger or succumb to remorse for hurting you.
But, knowing this man, he—of course—opted for the former.
“I never,” he seethed lowly, “wanted this marriage.”
Maybe you truly have become deranged or maybe you genuinely found his statement funny, for you began to emit tearful cackles in your laughter.
“Now, that is one big fucking lie.” Since your earliest encounter, Toji had suggested that Naoya solely regarded you as nothing more than ‘a sweet, innocent fuck,’ and the longer you had stayed with your husband, the more you began to acknowledge how these accusations were all true. “We all know that you’re going to be nothing without me. A CEO who could hardly keep his wife for half a year? What a loser. What makes you believe that I wanted to be married to you? Who do you even think would want to do business with you after this? You never had respect in the real world because all that respect rests upon me.”
While you never fully understood Naoya, your words must have snapped a particular chord in him because he suddenly lunged forward.
“Fucking cunt—”
But before he could get too close, you darted away from him. “Don’t touch me!” you shrieked, voice shrill from the top of your lungs. “Do not ever touch me again. If you want to lay your dirty hands on someone, go touch your girlfriend instead!”
That’s right, he had another woman who he doted on far more than he could appreciate you. This wedding band, this engagement ring on your left hand meant absolutely nothing. Toji had been spot on—why the hell did you cling onto stupid shit like this, twisting the jewelry as if that would save your messed-up union? Without further empathy, you slid off the two rings and hurled them toward your husband’s chest before the circlets clinked upon hitting the ground.
At first, Naoya scoffed. He watched the ludicrous scene with a comical gaze, and when his brain processed what he just saw, he quickly fell onto his knees. All at once, he tossed his head back and let out a chortle—a full-bodied cachinnation that took the room completely aback—as his hysteria mounted.
“Good, good, good!” His screeches were like those of a maniac, his chuckles haunting, throaty, and lacking in sanity. “I’m glad that you’ve come to show the witch that you have been all along! Look at yourself! No wonder no one wanted you!”
Unable to be a bystander any longer, Mai stood up and hurled toward her cousin. “Shut the hell up, Naoya!”
But the said man was quick, using one powerful movement to punch the older twin first. “You shut the hell up, scum. Unless you want to be pummeled to the point where people will feel sorry to look in your direction.”
“Watch what you say!” and when Naoya turned to the new voice, the evil glint gleaming from his brown eyes appeared ablaze.
“Oh? Someone’s bold, too. Shall I bully you first then, Maki?” the timbre in his disdainful laugh crescendoed into unhinged amusement. “Say one more word, little girl,” he taunted, his imp-like face riddled with mockery. “C’mon. I dare you. I will throw you into the courtyard and beat your ugly face up. That’ll bring back warm memories from the good old days, huh?”
The younger twin gritted her teeth, her sister reaching for her arm as a signal to back down and stay levelheaded.
Meanwhile, once Naoya rose from the floor, he nonchalantly kicked at the rings because those emblems of your union had always been meaningless garbage anyway.
“If wanted to leave this badly, then fucking leave,” he deadpanned, his tone the calmest he had been this whole time. “I don’t give a fuck anymore.”
Those were your husband’s last words as he walked away, leaving you sobbing and shuddering with a lost soul and sore heart. While weeping and gasping, you had to endure watching his figure fade from view, all while wanting to stop the uncomfortable distress that heightened with his departure. You were huffing, panting, trying to stop your trembling.
The second Naoya slammed the door behind him, Maki ran up to your side and embraced your shaking form, all while you bawled and clutched at yourself. Her expression remained strong, but her palms were damp as they pressed onto your back, her arms quavering slightly as she soothed your cries.
“Sh, don’t cry. My sister and I are here, okay? Mai and I will protect you. Everything will be alright.”
Despite her reassurances, she sounded nearly as broken as you appeared, especially when your hand violently trembled because nothing could save you from the agony that drowned your tattered soul. You felt the disgusting urge to throw up—you were completely broken inside. In a futile attempt, you sought to regulate your breaths with one deep inhale.
Yet, at some point, Maki peeled back and she mouthed something.
Was she talking to you?
Why…why could you not hear her?
She sounded so muffled, as though you were underwater.
Why did everything sound so far away?
With your throat constricted, you could not breathe. Gagging. Gasping. Big, huge gulps of air, but the oxygen failed to enter your lungs. You couldn’t breathe. You could not fucking breathe.
You gripped the fabric by your chest and your other hand sought for something else to hold, but you ended up on the ground anyway. Choking. Coughing. Was something foaming at your mouth? Something warm and wet spilled from your orifices. Were you vomiting? Why were you vomiting?
Holding your body upright, Maki was the only reason that you had not remained on the floor like a fool, but even she stared at you with concern and…horror? Why did she look so scared? Was she screaming? She looked like she was screaming, but her face appeared all contorted like you were looking at her through a fish-eye lens.
After a while, you could not even see her or her sister anymore because your vision turned spotty and then black.
See!
Open your eyes, and see!
Why could you not see?
When your hearing returned to some degree, the sounds that filled your ears were frantic shouts and endless clamor.
“Call Toji! He’ll know what to do. Hurry, where is your phone?” It was Mai. Scrambling. Bags were being opened. Items being tossed. “Call Toji, now!”
A phone started to ring.
Buzzes and buzzes and more buzzes as the waiting intensified.
Then voicemail.
Hello, this is Toji Fushiguro.
“He is not picking up!”
Unfortunately, I am unable to pick up the phone right now.
“Get…”
But please leave your name and number—
“Get Megumi.”
—and I will return your call as soon as possible.
“What about Tusmiki?”
“Tsumiki is still in London at university, idiot! Call…Call Megumi!”
“Okay. I know, I know! I’m calling him already!” someone screamed back. Was this Mai? Was this Maki? You could no longer tell, but the same person shouted, “Wait, wait. He is calling back. Toji is calling me back.”
“Then pick up the phone!”
“Toji…” one of the twins started, the cracks in her tone making her sound like she was weeping too, and her words composed your last bits of memory before the world dissolved completely. “Please…help us.”
Even labeling Naoya Zenin as ballistic would be far too much of an understatement.
The rage, wrath, and sheer indignation that swelled in his every capillary surpassed the twenty-five years' worth of virulent rancor that he had for his fucked-up family.
Since when did you get so goddamn arrogant? Naoya wanted to hurt you, ruin you, and do everything in his power to sabotage you.
Not just you, though. Because that would be too easy.
But also his father, his cousins, his ex-coworkers, and—most importantly—Toji.
Such ill feelings were what led the Zenin CEO to practically leap into the Mercedes-Benz that awaited him at the entrance to his family home, and he immediately ordered his chauffeur to press on the pedal toward a very certain condominium several kilometers away.
Fifteen minutes later, a very surprised Mari opened her door and an enraged Naoya greeted her, shoving her against the wall and colliding his lips into hers for a fierce kiss. His actions lacked passion, only charged with aggression as he stripped her and threw her onto the living room sofa. He could hardly care that he treated the woman as though she was nothing more than a prostitute, while the latter mistook her boyfriend’s rage for desperation, and she begged for him to pull at her hair and force his tongue down her mouth.
At some point, Naoya drove his mistress’s face into the couch cushion and dragged her hips to have her ass raised high. He was too clouded by fury and too blinded by anger to think twice before he forcefully penetrated the woman. He fucked her raw and held her close, jostling her body as though she was a ragdoll, eliciting her loudest mewls that cried for his name.
“J-Just like that!” she whimpered, eyes rolling to the back of her head as he pummeled into her dripping hole, paying no mercy for destroying her with his ruthless pace. Her knees gave out from under her, and she crumbled from the sofa and into the carpet, only for him to tumble too to follow the socket he needed to keep his dick soaked.
“I need to break you,” he hissed.
Fuck, he was going to come soon.
His nails left crescent marks on her flesh, his hands burning her scalp as he tugged her strands and met her buttocks with hard thrusts, and he knew he was going to come.
Feeling the first of his seed trick into his mistress’s life-giving cavern, he toyed with the idea of giving Tsumiki and Megumi a baby sibling. That would be fun. He could then imagine the subsequent mortified reactions from his deplorable cousin and from his wretched wife (whom he would hardly call himself married to anymore, anyway). The fantasies, everything that he would do to spite those who had wronged him, had Naoya cackling as his viscous cum spurted from his tip and deep into his mistress’s womb.
He pulled out once he made sure that every single drop had been milked from him, his ejaculate dribbling from her pussy like someone had taken a bite from a cream-filled donut.
Rolling into the carpet and onto her back, a panting Mari took two fingers and pressed his precious seed back into her cunt. “That was so hot.” A lazy smile pulled across her face. “Thank you for the unexpected visit.”
Naoya completely dismissed her comments as he tucked himself back into his pants, not in the right mood to respond.
“Cool. Clean this mess up,” he demanded instead, “I’m leaving for work.”
He ignored the woman’s ensuing pleas to stay at least five minutes longer. Unlike her, he had better things to do, and he rushed out as he fetched his phone from his back pocket and surveyed for any messages he might have missed while he had been away.
But when he turned on his screen, his most recent notification had his blood turn cold.
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end notes: The absolute fury in the argument, the complete panic between the twins, and the maniacal temperament in our husband…so much packed in this chapter! If you can’t tell already, my favorite POV to write from is Naoya’s, ha. Also, I took some creative liberty here to convey the intense emotions, so let me know what you think! Hugs to all.
NSFW ALPHABET WITH JJK MEN (Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna & Toji)
A is for Aftercare (What Are They Like After Sex?)
JJK Men x F!Reader
TAGS: smut (for Geto’s part mostly), fluff, angst (for Sukuna’s part), jjk men being soft for their s/o, slight dom/sub undertones, age gap + infidelity (for Toji).
A/N: (18+ / Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI) Hi! Just thought I would pile this on to my many WIP’s that I have going right now. A few notes: I’m writing each character based on the series/one shots I am working on. I’m writing an AU! version of Geto & Choso but still trying to keep true to their characters & Sukuna is written in human-ish form. I hope you enjoy it! As always comments are appreciated 😊
Gojo
Satoru always had a soft spot for you. The people closest to him knew how you made the strongest sorcerer crumble almost instantly. The sight of him going weak before you is truly something to behold and many even questioned how the two of you have managed to last this long.
When you first stated that you were interested in him, everyone you knew had something to say about it, criticizing his narcissistic god-complex persona or his immature actions. Nobody could understand why you decided to continue pursing a relationship with a white haired bachelor with commitment issues.
All of that was just noise to your ears because at the end of the day there was one thing that was clearly true: you and Satoru shared a strong connection with each other.
Yes, the man has never been in a serious relationship but you were the exception he wasn’t anticipating. The both of you had many arguments trying to navigate the dynamics of your unconventional partnership but time and time again he’s proved to you that deep down, he was truly a good guy.
Satoru may not have been the best boyfriend on paper. He was always late to whatever plans you put together, forgot important dates, had a constant problem of flirting with strangers and rarely had the time to see you because of his work. However, his care for you showed in so many other different ways. The moments where he could read every tell just by studying your body language, or when he would bring up minor details from conversations you shared in the past, to the way he treated you with such care after intense hours of passionate lovemaking...
These were the moments that signified his feelings because Gojo Satoru didn’t need to to pay attention to people because he, quite frankly, didn’t give a fuck about them.
“Where’s your head at?”
His questioned snapped you back into the present moment. The droplets from his shower pattering softly against the tile as your thoughts washed away. You turned around to find your boyfriend standing behind you, arms wrapped securely around your waist as he gently pressed you against the wall.
Regardless of what happened in the bedroom, Gojo always enjoyed cleaning you up to wash every trace of his transgressions. He would pull you into the shower, turning the water on and allowing the warmth to rain down on your skin. He would take the time to suds each part of you, every caress intimate but not suggestive to stimulate any kind of arousal. As his hands would move across your body, he would slowly massage your muscles underneath the heat of the water, smiling every time you would relax against his touch.
You felt him press his lips to the curve of your neck, patiently waiting for you to reply as you ran your fingers through his wet hair
“Nowhere, just thinking about us...”
“Yeah?” Satoru inched his way higher to your earlobe, nibbling on it gently before pressing his forehead against yours. “Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours...”
You smiled, unable to stop your chest from warming at his comment. Satoru was always the sweetest after having sex with you, something about the act making him incredibly vulnerable whenever the two of you were alone together.
“Just thinking about how much I love you...”
Satoru smiled, his cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink, and you weren’t sure if it was from your comment or the steam in the bathroom. He kissed you slowly, his lips soft as he tasted you on his tongue. You couldn’t help but pull him closer, hugging him into your frame as you responded.
“You’re my world, angel…” he whispered, “ I love you too...”
Your heart skipped a thousand beats knowing full well the weight of what that word carried, because Gojo Satoru would never confess his love for you unless he honestly meant it.
Geto
You covered your face with your hands, feeling the weight of Suguru’s body on top of you as he pinned you down. You were lying on your stomach, resting like a sphinx while Suguru was hovering above you, showering you with kisses between your shoulder blades.
“You were a fucking sight tonight, sweetheart...” he hummed, that voice sending shivers down your back.
A small giggle escaped you as you glanced over your shoulder to take a peak of your partner. A waterfall of ink framed his face, that perfect hair released from the grips of his signature bun. Suguru noticed you look at him, bringing his face to yours and spreading the most seductive smile across his lips. His sharp eyes squinted as he rubbed his nose against you, kissing you on the mouth.
“My perfect girl, I can’t get enough of you…” he said between breaths, making you sigh with every word that devilish tongue spoke.
The two of you were still in bed, which always seems to be the case after you have sex. Suguru had a way of ensuring you didn’t leave him, caging you with his body that often resulted in the two of you wasting plenty of time tangled up in each other’s arms. The man has proven to you that he was absolutely not a gentleman in the bedroom and his duality always caught you by surprise. The person who would take you between the sheets was not the same one who worshipped you afterwards.
You shifted your body, turning around until you were laying on your back. You brought your hand up to Suguru’s gorgeous face, tucking his hair behind his ear with your finger as you bit your bottom lip at the sight of him above you.
He was breathtakingly handsome and he was yours, he belonged to you just as much as you did him.
You traced your thumb across his bottom lip, “kiss me…” you asked softly, your sparkling eyes contrasting the mysterious onyx pair of your lover.
He leaned down, ghosting his lips over yours before happily obliging your request. He parted your lips with his tongue, molding his frame into you as he deepened the kiss. Your arms circled around his neck and he adjusted his position until he was resting comfortably on his side, your head spinning from the lack of oxygen as he denied releasing you from his lips. He had you trapped, physically and emotionally. He always treated you with such tenderness afterwards, making it near impossible for you to want to leave the sanctuary of your shared bed.
“Suguru…” you subconsciously moaned, your sensual tone causing him to firm his grip around your waist.
“Don’t tempt me by saying my name like that…” he teased, his lips traveling to your neck where tasted your skin.
You angled your face, the two of you now nose to nose. “Mmmm, we should probably freshen up and turn in for the night…”
Suguru hummed in response, his big hand reaching for your inner thigh as casually spread your legs for him. “That’s an idea…”
You sighed into his touch, feeling him track his hand up your thigh and inching higher between your legs. You are so easy to give in to him, ready to throw yourself back in the vicious circle of intimacy with the man you loved. When you first started hooking up it was much more difficult for you to resist him, and on many occasions, Suguru has kept you up by fucking you until the sun would rise.
You clamp your legs shut, prompting your lover to laugh at your reaction. His hand immediately grazing all the way up across your torso until he was cupping your face.
“You can’t blame me for trying,” he laughed as he kissed you on the forehead.
“You’re insatiable…”
“This is all your doing, sweetheart.”
“You have ten seconds….” you replied, knowing full well that you needed to get him out of the bed before this escalated any further.
“Okay,” he agreed, a sly grin masking his face as he met your lips. “Ten…nine…”
He counted down between each kiss, his hands using the opportunity to caress your body.
“Eight…”
He motioned his way between the swell of your breasts, the mattress dipping as he adjusted his position on top of you.
“Seven...”
“Suguru…” you whimpered, feeling his tongue roll across your skin as proceeded to lower his head between your sex.
“Six…”
“If you don’t stop…”
“Five...”
You could feel his hot breath between your legs, tugging the blanket off his body as he positioned himself by hooking his strong arms underneath your thighs.
“Four…” he purred, dragging his tongue between your wet slit. “Three…”
You arched immediately in response, your hand reaching to grab his hair as he swirled around you clit.
“Two…”
He didn’t count the last number until you came around his mouth and fingers. He loved indulging himself in these moments where he could solely focus on pleasuring you. Only after he got his fill did he decide it was time to tap out for the night.
Nanami
You hummed as Nanami began undoing the belt around your wrists, finally releasing you from your bounds before proceeding to remove the tie that covered your eyes. You heard the buckle of the belt clatter against the floor, stretching out your body as you stared intently at Nanami’s brown eyes while he watched you curiously. He proceeded to wipe you down, gently stroking your skin with a damp towel.
“Talk to me, love...”
“I’m thirsty…” you whispered softly, sighing into the pillow as your husband cleaned the mess he left between your legs.
Nanami bent down to kiss you on the nose, “I’ll get you some water…” he murmured before standing up.
You closed your eyes, only opening them as your husband exited the bathroom wearing nothing but his black robe, making you bite your bottom lip in amusement by how delectable he looked. You loved him when he was put together, but something about your husband in his disheveled state always made you flustered.
You were spent from the evening, Nanami worked you through multiple orgasms and nights with your husband usually lasted with you indulging in long hours of pure pleasure. You tried to sit upright against the bed frame, covering yourself with the sheet and rotating your neck to relax some of your tight muscles. You circled your wrists, a tingling sensation filtering down your arms after they have been pinned above your head for quite some time.
Nanami returned within a few minutes, holding a glass of cold water in one hand and a bowl of fresh berries in the other.
“He brings me fruit…” you teased with a smile, digging your fingers into the bowl as he offered it to you before popping a blueberry in your mouth.
Nanami grinned, placing the bowl on the side table and fishing something out of his pocket before quirking his brow, “…and chocolate.”
You drank the entire glass of water, the liquid soothing your slightly hoarse throat. Your husband found his place next to you, undoing the wrapper of the chocolate before handing it over to you.
You moaned as you bit into the bar, the deeply rich flavor melting across your tongue. Nanami placed his arm around your shoulder, bringing your frame into his chest as he settled his hand on your stomach. Your naturally reached out for him and you intertwined your fingers around his own.
“You want a bite?” you offered, glancing up at your husband whose sharp features were illuminated by a shade of orange from the dim lamp.
He kissed you on the top of your head, “That’s for you…”
You took another bite, before reaching for the bowl and settling it on his thigh between you. Nanami picked up a raspberry, his favorite, and proceeded to snack as well. You followed his action, popping a raspberry in your own mouth before nodding with approval.
“Remember that chocolate cake you made? The one with the raspberry coulis?”
A smug grin tugged at the corner of Nanami’s lips, “Yes, I remember…”
You were incredibly thankful that your husband was an expert cook in the kitchen. Pecking him gently on the neck, you politely asked, “do you think you can make some next weekend?”
“For you, my love, I’ll make you whatever you want. You never have to ask.”
“You spoil me, Ken…”, you replied with a smile, folding the wrapper over your chocolate bar before placing it on the side table.
Your husband brought his free hand to your neck, stroking his fingers up and down your skin before delicately peppering kisses to follow his touch.
“You deserve to be spoiled…”
This moment was peaceful, the calmness completely contrasting the wild scene that occurred just minutes before. Your husband took excellent care of you in the bedroom in every single sense. He could have you begging for mercy one minute and the next he pampered you with his tender affection, constantly reminding you just how much he truly loved for you.
Choso
Everyone thought Choso was intimidating. Most people didn’t really like to approach or look him in the eye. You understood they might assume that since they were only judging him based purely on his looks but the truth of who he is completely contrasted his reputation. Choso’s daunting presence was actually just him masking his extreme shyness. The man could barely make eye contact with you without getting flustered. He liked to keep to himself and was selective with who he allowed inside his social circle. However, those that got to know him would be surprised to find how down to Earth he actually is.
If Choso was particular about those he socialized with, that same standard transferred to anyone he chose to be intimate with. The man is utterly infatuated by you and had no idea how to hide his feelings. You were the best thing that ever happened to him, and whenever the two of you spent time together he knew that his feelings for you were rooted deep in his connection for you.
He was your sweetest lover. You thoroughly enjoyed taking care of him, the sound of his gentle moans as you rode him gave you immense pleasure. For a man of little words, Choso had plenty things to say when the two of you were in the bedroom. Every compliment from his lips stemming only from the truth of how he felt about you and not his insatiable urges.
He loved having conversations with you after the two of you would sleep together. Moments where you both were snuggled against each other is usually when he was the most talkative. Even right now, as he traced circles on your back, he was listening attentively as you were giving him snippets about your day.
Usually he would merely grunt or nod his head to acknowledge your words, but when the two of you were together like this things were different. He asked you questions, laughed at the little anecdotes that you shared and opened up to give you a little more insight about himself.
“I enjoy talking to you like this,” you stated, noticing how cute he looked when he blushed.
“Me too…” he replied, resting his chin on the top of your head as he hugged you, mainly to hide his embarrassed state.
You giggled, shifting yourself on top of him and tilting his face in your direction. “Don’t look away from me…” you pouted, kissing him on both cheeks before placing your head back down on his shoulder.
“You have me wrapped around your finger, do you know that?”
“Completely,” you replied with a smile, your hand delicately moving along his collarbones as you felt his chest vibrate against you when a laugh escaped him.
He was always honest with you about how he felt. Every statement blunt and unfiltered, never sugar coating anything when it came to his feelings for you. He made it exceptionally clear from the start that he would have you if you wanted him.
Of course, there were plenty of other men who would choose to have you as well. Except you denied each and every one of them. Nobody has managed to grip you in the way Choso did. You may have seduced him in the beginning but you weren’t prepared for him to latch onto your heart in the way that he did.
“I hope you know the feeling is mutual,” you admitted, biting your bottom lip as a warming sensation spread across your chest, sending butterflies to flutter in your stomach.
Choso’s free hand reached for your own as he interlaced his fingers. Your confession making his own heart race slightly.
“I know,” he reassured.
The two of you remained in this state, conversing with ease until your words started to blend with restless sleep. Usually, Choso would be the first one to drift into deep slumber, giving you a few precious seconds to study his peaceful face. You always woke up the next morning with his arm securely around you, his face nuzzled against the back of your neck as he held you close.
Sukuna
Just because The King of Curses chose to fuck you, it didn’t mean that he allowed his emotions to get in the way. Sukuna was insatiable in the bedroom. He would have you naked on his sheets in no time, fucking you hard until you were calling out his name throughout the night. That evil smirk on his face proved that he wanted everyone in his palace to know how well his most precious pet was taking him. He adored the sight of you coming undone underneath him, making a mess of his sheets while he had your fragile body pinned down from his strength. The only evidence of his conquest over you showed in the bruises on your wrists, ankles and neck, to the bites on the flesh of your inner thighs...
A King marks what belongs to him.
After a night of heated passion, Sukuna never stayed behind. Once he had his fill of you and knew you were left satisfied, he would leave and call for the handmaidens to come clean up after his mess. While one of them would take care of the sheets, the other two would lead you into the wash room where they would take the time to bathe you. You always notice the way their eyes flickered in silence to one another, their hidden conversation judging you secretly after seeing how their King has left you.
You’ve grown to ignore their disgusted stares. Nobody would ever understand how you could love that monster but you didn’t have to justify your feelings to anybody. You’ve never told Sukuna your true feelings for him, knowing full well that your King didn’t take to your human emotions well. The two of you understood the boundaries of your relationship. In fact, he’s never treated with you any type of tenderness until the events of last night transpired.
Sukuna decided to push things just a little bit further in the bedroom. You already handled him so well, he didn’t think much of it until you blacked out underneath him. One minute you were relishing in pure pleasure and the next your eyes were shrouded in darkness.
Caught somewhere between daze and confusion, you woke up submerged in warm water. Your eyes opened slowly, the soreness aching throughout your body as you tried to adjust your position but found yourself constricted.
“You’re awake...”
The deep voice caught you off guard, nearly making you panic until you felt a reassuring grip around your waist. You felt a wet hand gently brush your cheek, your senses adjusting when you realized that you were being caressed by your King. Shifting your gaze around you, your eyes widened in surprised when you realized that you were in the sanctuary of his private bathhouse.
Sukuna was cradling your body in his, his expression soft as he looked down at you with worried eyes. He carefully stroked your skin underneath the water, your body relaxing into his chest as you rested against him.
“You scared me...” he scoffed, desperately trying to showcase his annoyance but you knew him well enough to know that he was faking it.
“I’m sorry...” you whispered against him, whimpering slightly when you felt him squeeze your side.
“Don’t...don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong,” he spoke sternly, swallowing hard and you could see the guilt painted on that roguish face.
The quiet hung heavy in the air but there was an aura of calm. Sukuna relaxed his tense muscles against the tile, the steam from the bath surrounding you both. He closed his eyes as he held you, your face pressed against his pecks as you nuzzled closer into his chest.
“This is nice...” you stated, breaking the silence as your other hand reached to stroke his arm, tracing your fingers along the black marks across his skin.
Sukuna hummed in response, making you perk up from his reaction. You moved carefully to straddle him, his hands fixed on your body as he helped you adjust your position. You placed both your hands on his shoulders, before leaning down to kiss him on the cheek making his eyes flutter wide open as he looked up to face you.
“Do you think...maybe, we can do this again?” You requested shyly, averting your gaze from those red irises.
“Is that what you want, pet?”
You nodded your head, unable to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat from how he was looking at you.
“Then I’ll consider it,” your King answered, reaching his hand to cup your face as he brought your lips down to his.
Consider it he did because the handmaidens were dismissed for the evening when the King would take you into his bedroom after that. He secretly looked forward to the hours you both would spend in his bathhouse but would never admit it out loud.
Toji
This should not have lasted this long, what was happening with him was supposed to just be a fling. A necessary tryst to release the pent up desire you both felt for one another. Toji Fushiguro was a walking red flag from the moment you met him.
He was older than you, he was married...
Every single alert in your gut fired like rockets telling you not to concede to the burning ache that spread in your core whenever you were around him. Ultimately it was a battle you lost, and the minute you wound up in between his sheets, you replaced that relentless need with an addiction you couldn’t quit.
Toji is the only person who would have you begging him for more even though you fully knew that you couldn’t handle all the stimulation, all the waves of pleasure convulsing through your body as if you were a woman possessed. He left you in the most delirious state after hours of railing you against the comfort of your plush mattress, your pleas and screams reduced to nothing but deep gasps as you attempted to gather your senses with what just happened.
The entire foundation of your relationship was built purely on your physical attraction to one another, and it dawned on you that you had no idea when these tender moments began seeping through the cracks of your sin.
“You wore me out tonight,” you teased, your fingers trailing along that sharp jaw line, guiding their way up over the scar that marked the corner of his lips.
“Don’t I always?” Toji replied with a sheepish grin, his hands resting comfortably on the small of your back.
You both were relaxing on the sofa, too exhausted to actually deal with the chaos that you created within the four walls of your bedroom. You were snug in Toji’s oversized black t-shirt, laying on top of your half-naked lover as you both stared longingly into one another’s eyes.
You both would never admit how much more serious this was turning out to be, how the two of you couldn’t stop no matter how much you wanted to. Sometimes you wished he would treat you like a dirty mistress just so you could hate him but he never did. How were you supposed to rid yourself of him when he gave you so much security?
Toji raised his hands up higher to your waist, lifting his shirt lightly to reveal the curve of your rear. He pressed your body closer into his strong chest, as he rested his head back against the pillow and slowly began closing his eyes.
This precious time you shared was fleeting. You wished you could stay in his arms until the morning but when you noticed a sigh escape his lips, his brows furrowing as if those dreaded words were on the tip of his tongue it became difficult for you to hide the disappointment on your face.
“Not yet….” You whispered softly, a hopeless act to get him to stay as your hand proceeded to twirl a strand of his dark hair between your fingers.
“I have to head out soon...”
“Or you can stay...” you insisted with a pout.
Toji opened his eyes, one hand coming up to your face as he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Please?” you pleaded, hating how pathetic you sounded as you leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.
“Babe...” he whispered, his other hand digging his fingers into your skin when he felt you snag his bottom lip between his teeth.
You cupped his face in your hands, using your tongue to convince him not to leave you tonight. You sighed in between kisses, hated that after hours of being wrapped up in one another’s arms, you had to be so quick to let him go. This was always the case whenever the two of you had sex, because at the end of the day Toji didn’t really belong to you.
You hated that you had to share him, despised yourself for turning into the person who would seduce another woman’s husband into her own bedroom. Your stomach fluttered as Toji moved his fingers to wrap around your neck as he deepens the kiss, almost losing himself to you completely before he reached for the back of your head to tug you away from him.
“Five minutes, Princess...and only because you’re insisting...” he replied, his voice deep enough to make you shiver.
You smiled with the thought that five minutes was better than nothing before returning to find your lips on his, pecking him on the scar and resting your head back down on his chest.
“That is good enough for me...” you replied.
Toji rested back against the pillow, his hand stroking up and down your spine as he stared at the ceiling of your apartment. He knew that he would not be able to keep up with this charade any longer, and at some point the two of you are going to have to split ways.
He wasn’t going to think about that right now, especially not after hours of being buried deep between your legs. The truth is, Toji could read the signs that you were getting attached. Unfortunately, you wore heart on your sleeve and he hated to admit he had fun toying with your emotions.
He closed his eyes, swallowing hard when he realized that he could not escape his own truth that he was falling for you as well.
But the the clock was ticking and he knew that he was going to have to trudge himself back into the arms of a woman he no longer loved, all the while thinking about you for the rest of his night.
