Should ¥XX,000,000 Make Fushiguro's Shit Worth It? - taster
༄ synopsis - Being Toji Fushiguro's in-house private solicitor may pay well, but recently you're reconsidering if the pay makes all the stress (read: Toji himself) worth it. At this point, with all the less-than-legal actions Toji commits on the regular, you're practically a certified mob lawyer.
"Mr. Fushiguro, it's-" you squint at the clock on your nightstand. "-4 in the morning."
"Get here now." The deep growl in his voice makes you scramble out of bed - and something pool in your stomach.
"Right away, sir," You chirp. Much more obediently.
"Good girl." He purrs back.
?!?!?
The disconnect tone on your phone plays for a full minute as you sit frozen.
༄ series tags - toji fushiguro x reader; lawyer! reader; no curses; yakuza/organised crime; violence; explicit content; dilf! toji; tags to be added
<< N/A || ch. 1 OUT NOW >>
“You know, you really shouldn’t smoke.”
High-heeled shoes clicked against the floor of the rundown bar, a sagging tote filled to the brim with court documents unceremoniously plopping onto the barstool next to Toji Fushiguro’s lone frame. The bartender didn’t even greet you, knowing you weren’t here to drink but just to fetch Toji.
A hand intercepted the fresh cigarette in Toji’s hand. So fresh, he hadn’t even had the chance to set down the lighter.
He turned to you, raising a brow. The incredulous look on his face increased by two more points at the sight of the cigarette now in between your lips. You inhaled the nicotine, tugging the cigarette from your parted lips to blow the haze out with a tilted head. The tenseness in your face relaxed as the sensation of the drug entered your system.
You rarely, if ever, smoked, but the recent events really did call for it.
“You’re smoking my cigarette.” You had been working with Fushiguro long enough to know when he was actually annoyed, and this was nowhere close.
You rolled your eyes, snuffing the cigarette out on the ashtray next to Toji. “With all the stress you give me, I need it more than you.” A pause. Maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say. “And you shouldn’t smoke anyway, you’re the one with the kid.”
“I could put a kid in you, easy enough.” Toji smirked.
Externally, you looked as unperturbed as ever, ignoring his quip to rifle for his document in your tote. That was what you were here for, afterall. Externally, you were the image of a perfectly professional lawyer.
Internally, you had just creamed your underwear.
