sex therapy :: 28. perfect timing
chapter tags/warnings: therapist! toji. manipulative! naoya. toji defends you. naoya 100% has anger issues. infidelity/adultery. extremely strong language. corruption. family drama.
word count: 3.8k
notes: hugs to everyone! been a while, and my busy days at work (plus straggling mental health) have not been doing me favors. writing, reading, and interacting with you all have been bringing me joy. i spent extra time on this chapter to make this piece what i hoped it would be. enjoy. likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo
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Toji loved working on Sundays.
With his colleagues off, Sundays were the only day in the week when Toji could be the sole person in the therapy office. He appreciated the slowness that came with working on the weekends, allowing him to balance his time for scheduled appointments with unoccupied windows used to strategize and decompress.
He relished in the lull. The tranquility. The peace.
But alas, the serenity was cut short on this particular Sunday, as someone barged through the entrance like a wild boar, causing a rambunctious racket as the front door flung open with immense force.
The doorknob clanged against the wall, and Tojiâsitting behind the reception counterâlooked up from a patient file on his computer screen.Â
With both curiosity and annoyance, he peered above his monitor.Â
The black tips to blond hair. The sharp brown glare. The permanent frown.Â
Who else could this have been but Naoya Zenin, presenting himself in the flesh?
The incomerâs expression consisted of nothing but antipathy as he bared his teeth at the doorway, his hands balled into fists by his sides. Based on how he glared upon seeing his older cousin, anyone could safely conclude that this man was beyond livid.Â
Must he pester me on the weekend? Toji thought as he mentally shook his head, clucking his tongue faintly in disapproval. He had not seen Naoya ever since his official departure from the Zenin Corporation and household, which was months ago. From his recollection, the manchild before him had a fickle personality, bursting into immature fits that easily made someone younger (like his son Megumi) seem like the actual adult around.Â
Given this, Toji legitimately did not understand how you had been putting up with Naoya as your husband.Â
As for himself, Toji did his best to ignore the new presence, clicking his mouse as he resumed analyzing the file on his screen. He did not wish to spare a moment longer than necessary tending to the human tornado on his way. If Toji had wanted to deal with Naoya in person, he would have confronted him long ago. Rather, he had decided strategically to watch his cousin wreak havoc from afar to avoid interacting with his burdensome family. Everyone in the Zenin household, except for Mai and Maki, was not worth the aggravation that came with mere association.Â
Now, especially with todayâs booked schedule, Toji would not be able to make an exception to soothe Naoyaâs upcoming tantrum.
On the other hand, Naoya had no better choice than to drag himself to his older cousinâs doorstep.
Had circumstances been any different, he also could not bother to see Toji again. He hadn't talked to Toji in months. Why would he? After many years of neglect and inferiority, Naoya finally achieved everything he wanted.Â
Or so he thought.Â
This was why, to face his estranged relative againâafter recently learning that you had been seeing him for weeksâwas a grand ego blow to Naoya, who could not accept the possibility that he was losing his reputationâs very foundation to the man he had envied all his life.
Recognizing the indignation that fumed from the current Zenin heir, Toji seized the opportunity to inveigle his cousin and greeted him with a cheer.
âGood morning!â he beamed, raising his hand in salutation. The scar by his lips flexed from his grin. âDo you have an appointment?â
Naoya scowled awfully.
"Great to finally see you again, Toji Zenin."
Immediately, the said manâs smile fell at his cousin's overly casual tone. "Woah, there,â he shot back. âShow some respect, will you? First, my last name is Fushiguro. Do not refer to me as Zenin. Second, calling me by my first name is bad manners. I'm older than you, kid."
Without question, the comment irked the blonde. Of all people in the universe, this was Naoya Zenin in question, a hubristic man who hated humiliation and the need to concede. His demeanor hardened with resentment while he struggled to maintain his composure.
"Fine, Mr. Fushiguro."
Toji quirked another smile.
Theoretically, he had no problem demanding more but decided to be nice by saying, âThatâs better.â He locked his computer as he shifted his attention, crossing his arms as his back rested against his chair. âI haven't seen you in a while. Remember the days when you used to work here, too? Good times, hm?" All rhetorical chit-chat and pleasantries and, as expected, there was no response. "Well, I have only a few minutes to spare, after which I have business to attend. So...what brings you to visit?â
Another ironic question, as Toji already knew the answer.Â
Over the phone, he had spoken with an irate Naoya who demanded to speak to his wife and have her back home. Despite his insufferable treatment toward you, the Zenin CEO could not stand how his apartment remained empty the past few nights, meaning he hadnât gotten his dick soaked by his lawful spouse like he should be doing.
But then again, Toji thought, he already has a mistress to satisfy himself with.
Meanwhile, Naoya might as well be digging holes into his cousinâs skull from how his glower fizzed with malice. He opened his mouth, only to promptly purse his lips again to choose his reply carefully.Â
âDid you make her see you?â
Quite a question.
Toji blinked rapidly through an empty stare.Â
Where did that come from?Â
ââSee me?ââ he had to clarify.
In one smooth motion, Toji stood from his seat, his chair bouncing back slightly when he did. With his arms still folded over his chest, he meandered around the counter area that separated the client and employee zones in the reception area, stopping mere steps away from the younger man.Â
Then, he repeated, âSee me who?â
Naoya did not appear amused in the slightest.
His hazel eyes all but narrowed from vexation. The paroxysm of negative emotions on the blondeâs face made him appear ready to snap. Like a button ready to blast everything around him, he was close to letting his wrath take over. âDid you send my wife your therapist information just so that you could talk to her and figure out how to get revenge on me?â
What an oddly specific accusation.
âWhy would I do such a thing?â It was more of a statement than a question, and Toji could see how his nonchalance profoundly irritated the other man. âShe found me like how all my other therapy clients find me. But me reaching out to her personally merely to spite you? No. That's only some shit you would think to do. Unlike yourself, I'm not that petty."
Toji was blunt in his response, he knew.
In his defense, he would rather cut to the chase than beat around the bush.Â
He no longer headed the Zenin conglomerate, but he still had a therapy practice to manage and a family to look after. With his packed schedule, every second mattered and he wasnât the type to waste his time lingering around and dealing with non-important business matters, such as the grouchy kid with him.
His observations definitely blew a fuse within Naoya, though.Â
"Excuse me?!" In two sharp steps, he closed the distance between Toji and himself, jabbing a finger into the other's chest. Bold. âYouâre fucked, you know that? Youâre so damn fucked," he hissed, and the edges of his mouth contorted into a derisive sneer. âYouâŠYouâre goddamn obsessed with Y/N, and you donât even realize that! Give me a fucking break. You only give two hoots about the bitch because sheâs my wife, but you don't actually give a shit about the woman herself.â
At that, Toji immediately swatted the hand from his pec.
âIncorrect, I do,â he retorted, his tone firm. âBut do you care about her?â and he didnât need to hear a response for that one, so he went on. âNo, you do not. You know what? I found her situation sad because every time your wife talked about you, she told me about how you neglect and canât satisfy her. This entire time, I was sorry for her precisely because I know the person you are. Fine, you call her your wife. What that means is she's not just a pussy for you to play with. You canât just pick and choose different parts of her. But where were you when your wife was crying?â He paused briefly, letting his words sink into his silenced cousinâs head. âWhere were you, hm? Where were you when she was upset? Anyone with eyes couldâve seen that sheâs been having a hard time! But where?â and Toji gave Naoya one pointed glare. âWhereâŠwas her husband?â
In the sheets with an older woman.
Of course, that very husband would not admit that aloud, especially since he had yet to realize that his older cousin already knew about his affair with the otherâs ex-wife. Instead, Toji saw Naoya twist his lips into a deeper frown.
âI have a company to lead,â was the excuse he spat out, and he ran both hands through his light strands in evident frustration. âI canât believe our family thought that you were a capable leader. I, however, saw right through your facades, alright? Despite all your fucking degrees and licenses, you left the Zenin Corporation as a shithole for me to manage.âÂ
âNo, I had set the company to run efficiently,â Toji retorted, keeping his levelheaded demeanor. âYou turned the Zenin Corporation intoâin your own wordsâa shithole. You decided to fire everyone I had hired. So currently, your managers are inept, your shareholders are unhappy, your daddy is getting angry, and the most convenient person to blame is me.â He shrugged dismissively. âRookie mistakes. E for Effort, I guess. Luckily for you, Y/N is a good way to cover up the competence which you lack. Thus, sheâs only useful when you deem her as such.â
Naoya scoffed, and his shoulders rose and fell with each enraged breath. âBecause you donât understand what a burden she can otherwise be. Besides, I can treat and use her in whatever way I please!â
He might not display this visibly, but Toji felt disgusted.Â
âDonât talk like you own her. Thatâs disrespectful. She's a person, not an object.â
"Whatâ" Naoya paused, and his eyebrows creased in annoyance. "Who the fuck do you think you are? That woman is my wife.â
âThen treat her like one,â Toji shot back. While matching Naoya's hostility with his own, he could see the latter's eyes widen at the remark. Not that Toji paid him any mind, and he continued staring at his younger cousin with an unfazed demeanor that showed how willing he was to defend. "She might be your wife, but she is not your property.â
As if Naoya would care.Â
Rather, he clenched his hands into tight fists by his sides. âYou need to stay away from her. Youâve had your chances with marriages. Y/N is mine and not yours. I swear, if you talk about her with your gross lips again, I'llâ" He stopped, as he wasnât quite sure what would be a good threat. âIâllââ
âYouâll do what, kid?â Toji interrupted, knowing just how pissed Naoya would get from every reminder of who the older person was and who the actual successor to the Zenin inheritance should be. âIâll keep her since you canât. You call her a burden, but I donât find her to be one. I donât know about you, but I like her. Have you ever had a civil conversation with her? She's sweet and quite interesting to talk to.â
The continuous comments unsurprisingly make Naoya bristle further.
âI said donât talk about her like that!â he snarled. âHere you are, bossing me around and telling me to treat her better, but listen to how you talk about the woman! Holy shit, you're such a fucking creep.âÂ
âMe?â Toji repeated, appalled by his bravery to say those words. âMind you, boy, she is the one who wanted to talk to me first. As her concerned therapist and the more mature adult, I believe I must listen to her complaints and make her feel better, especially when she keeps whining sheâs not being fucked good.â
Naoya breathed heavily, his chest undulating while he boiled with rage. Yet, as the younger, more naive, and less physically adept challenger, he could not make himself fight back against the other man. âYou...You donât know shit, Fushiguro.â
Immediately, Toji arched a brow.Â
âReally?" Was that supposed to be an insult? "I don't know shit?" This was hilarious! "Oh, boy. I know a lot of fucking shit alright. About âyour wifeâ or whatever you want to deem her, there is not a single chance in hell that sheâd ever think about calling you her husband anymore.â
Naoya stared back, rather stupefied.Â
In any other situation, he would simply take the remark as a cheap way to rouse him. Of course, talking about you would be the easiest route to do so. This time, though, Tojiâs suspiciously happy visage as he retraced his steps to the counter and positioned himself comfortably against the surface had him uneasy.Â
He did not like what the other man insinuated.Â
"What...do you mean?" As much as he tried, Naoya could not hide how affected he appeared. âOur marriage is none of your damn business.â
Toji shrugged. "Marriage? What marriage? I don't see the rings on her finger, kid. Heard she tossed them. Apparently, you made her upset enough for her to take them off."
Without a better way to retaliate, Naoya clenched his teeth to signal his displease. âRing or not, sheâs still my wife,â he spat. âPlus, I do not want my wife around a womanizer like you.âÂ
Instead of taking umbrage from your husbandâs words, Toji tossed his head to the side and let out a deep, harrowing chortle. âWow! Youâre one to talk," he rebuked. "The whole household used to joke about how you brought a different girlfriend to each of our family dinners. At the moment, youâre married, and what? You want your spouse to come home, but you then drive her away. You want her to be a good partner, but torment her when she does. Please, you are embarrassing yourself. Why donât you make up your fucking mind?â With his emerald gaze returning to the younger man, Toji then added, âNow, if you excuse me. My next client is arriving and I have an appointment."
Still, Naoya was not ready to let the conversation end. âWeâre not done. You think youâre all âhigh and mighty.â But, youâre low, Toji. So, so low. Your last wife was a divorcee, and now youâre a motherfucker into married women, huh?âÂ
"So were you."Â
"What?"
"Baby?"
And, in one go, all signs of life drained away from Naoya swiftly at the new voice.Â
No fucking way, his expression seemed to read as he craned his neck around in rigid and robotic motions. Naoya had to blink twice to confirm the woman by the door before he placed his arms down and froze.
Mari, who returned the manâs aghast expression with perplexion, had her dark brows crinkled. âWhatâŠWhy are you looking at me like that?âÂ
Even with Naoyaâs face presently angled away, Toji could see his eyes widen at the ludicrous question. Yet, they both thought the same thing: did she forget where she was?
âWhat are you doing here? I did not expect you,â she continued. âBut, Iâm here for anâŠan appointment.â
Her voice trailed off.
When the woman finally seemed to remember that Toji was also there, her dark eyes rounded in alarm. Wait, her expression seemed to say as she very, very slowly dragged her sights to the man by the counter. Once her eyes met Tojiâs, her jaw fell slack before she promptly slapped both hands over her gaping mouth.Â
With the two visitors transformed into Medusa's stone statues, Toji took great gratification in the perfect timing. This coincidence far exceeded his expectations because he honestly did not anticipate ever being in the same vicinity as Naoya and Mari, yet here he was. Presented this chance, Toji pushed his bottom lip out in fake thought and furrowed his brows, pointing at Mari then Naoya then at Mari again.Â
âSeems like you two know each other?â he asked in mock confusion, his finger swinging between the pair. âHow come I didnât get invited to the party? Has something been going on between my baby cousin and my ex-wife?â
No response.
So, he continued.
âWhat? Were you two spying on me or something?â (He knew the answer was yes.) âOrâŠwait,â and his voice dropped to a dangerous low, âDonât tell me that you twoâŠhave been having an affair?â
Naoyaârealizing the trap they had been set up inâswung his arm forward, prepared to defend them with whatever good lies he could spin (which Toji knew that he had a talent for), only for the woman to speak up first.
âWeâre acquaintances.â
The manner in which Mari snapped caused Toji to pop a brow in surprise.
Oh? he noted. His suggestion on their illicit relationship appeared to strike a particular nerve. Even Naoya could sense the danger in his mistressâs overreaction as his eyes widened in horror. He tried to give her a warning expression, but she failed to see him.Â
By the way, did Naoya, know that Mariâwellâwasnât very streetsmart?Â
Maybe, but he likely prioritized keeping her in his bed to pay her absent wits any attention.
At this, Toji could not pass on the excellent opportunity to simultaneously provoke the two people who betrayed him.Â
âJust acquaintances?â he pressed.
âYes.âÂ
In another curt response, Mari pressed her lips into a firm line and shot Naoya a âshut the hell up and play alongâ look, thinking she was slick when Toji only felt second-hand embarrassment from how utterly blatant the communication had been executed.
Pretending to nod along, Toji added, âInteresting. Because I never knew acquaintances called each other âbaby.ââ
Checkmate.
But the woman must not be thinking, as she sensed her inevitable defeat but hurriedly explained herself by saying, âItâs not what you think, Naoya and I havenât had sex sinceââ
âStop,â Toji interrupted before she could finish her sentence. That statement truly crossed the line. The lady must be inane. To talk about her dirty deeds with his relative as if that was appropriate! Clearly, she was oblivious to common sense and proper etiquette, given how she was desperate to try to save some face, resorting to the most crass justifications as if that would ameliorate the issue. Toji felt ashamed to think that he used to be married to this woman for years. While he noticed a fit of pique boiling within him, he ultimately let the ill feelings go. âI never asked about your sex lives. I donât want to hear about what you two have been doing.â
Plus, the tabloids have shown him enough already.
Nonetheless, Mariâs face brewed with annoyance. She folded her arms firmly and tucked her chin outward. âWell, if thatâs the case, then when and where Iâm riding your cousin's dick should not matter!â
âOh my fucking lord, stop talking already!â and this time, it was Naoya who spoke, shouting into his hands and cupping his face from sheer exasperation. He had been stunned speechless for a while but could no longer contain himself. When he picked up his head, he growled with rage as he raised a shaking finger at the woman. âYou,â he seethed. âYouâre saying all the wrong things! Holy fuck, bitch, how fucking blind are you? Unbelievable!â He leered to the side as if shaking off part of his rage, only to add on, âJustâŠJust shut the fuck up!â
The sudden, scathing comments soured Mari's mien in seconds. âWait, but babeââ
âNo.â Naoya cut her off right there. âDonât âbabeâ or âbabyâ me with your bullshit anymore. Canât you fucking see the atrocities you have fucking committed in the last ten minutes? Youâre literally ruining my life! Even Y/N wouldnât be stupid enough to say all the crap you just said! I shouldâve never approached a dumb whore like you.â
While Toji had his eyes widened from silent bewilderment, tears began to roll down the woman's cheeks.
âThatâs a lie!â For what must be her first time, she had to face the reality that, despite all the pleasure and company she offered Naoya Zenin after his tough days at work, he was an egotistical sociopath and a married man. "That's not what you've been telling me. You know Iâm the only person who can make you happy, not the actual whore whom you have at home! These last few months, you wouldâve been absolutely miserable without me!â
âIs that a threat?â
âItâs a reminder,â she hissed harshly. âYou had said so yourself.â
At this point, Naoya found himself in the middle of a living nightmare.
To think about his wife who had been avoiding him for days, to see his loathsome cousin watch the scene like this was some sort of Netflix episode, and now to witness his mistress ridiculing him like a fucking fool.
âGod dammit!â he roared. With animosity overwhelming his sanity, Naoyaâwho was already on the verge of destructionâonly saw red as he lurched forward. He used his arms to sweep everything, all things, anything he could reach from a nearby tabletop onto the floor: a ceramic vase that shattered into shards, magazines that flew in all directions, a framed photograph that clinked upon descent. He didnât stop there. Like a mid-tantrum toddler, he kicked angrily at the mess, sending paper and broken pottery flying in all directions without much regret for his actions.Â
In fact, this was cathartic for him. Because the very thing he wanted was to make his cousin's world wretched, just like how the latter had done to him.Â
âI'm going to find Y/N and bring her back to me, but if either of youâŠâ the blonde warned several moments later, regarding the therapist and the woman with a deathly fire burning in his auburn eyes, âif either of you do more shit to ruin my life in the meantime, I...I will make you regret.â
With that, Naoya stormed off in a huff, releasing all the profanities that have manifested his anger throughout his life. Mari followed soon after, chasing after him in sobs.
Finally, as for Toji, well, he...was stunned.
He blinked thrice in the same second, processing what he had just seen.
He drew in a deep breath...
...and he chuckled.
He knew he looked crazy, laughing to himself in an empty and currently deranged parlor. However, Toji had not felt this triumphant and optimistic in years. He saw a hopeful gleam for himself, for his family, for his colleagues, and for you.
He picked up his phone with a languid grin, scrolling through his contacts and sending over a quick text when he found your name: Guess what?
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end notes: Throughout this fic, Toji and Naoya obviously have a very complicated and terse cousin-ship. For weeks and months, I have been thinking about how to orchestrate this scene, where we see them together for the first time...and with Mari too. Likes and reblogs are appreciated, and let me know in the comments how you all are doing!
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4 more chapters only!!!! I can finally binge read!!!
I had added a couple more chapters to Sex Therapy! I wanted to touch upon a few major plot points without rushing the story, and here is sneak peak:
Toji confronting with Naoya
Us leaving our lame husband's ass (about damn time)
Naoya, his mistress, and his father being put their place, and
Our relationship involving the therapists
Can't believe how much this list has gone down as I've written (used to be a long, long list) TvT It's going to be a really bittersweet moment for me when this all ends.
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Dâyou have like a timetable for when you update? (Specifically Sex therapy đ)
I...wish I had more of a timetable! I write whenever I can and post whenever I can T_T
For anyone reading this, please give me advice on how creating a timetable for updates!
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sex therapy :: 27. missed me?
chapter tags/warnings: manipulative! naoya. therapist! toji. a very broken marriage (cont.). heavy angst but i am still not gege. infidelity/adultery. corruption. family drama.
word count: 3.0k
notes: i hope everyone has been swell! sending hugs to every corner of the world, and i hope my writing can be your little break from reality. i have also added more chapters to the fic since i cannot wrap up the story in the next few chapters, ha. enjoy! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo
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12:33 PM Toji called
12:33 PM He told me that my daughter collapsed in front of the twins?
12:34 PM And you got into a fight with her?
12:34 PM How did that happen?
12:34 PM Are you with her right now?
12:37 PM Answer me please, I need to make sure sheâs fine
(Missed Call)
12:38 PM Can you phone me back asap? Thx
12:38 PM Iâm still in the office right now, wrapped up the weekly meeting with the operating committee
01:01 PM Hello?
01:01 PM Hey, are you there?
(Missed Call)
01:12 PM Toji called again, he gave me a rundown, and I have to sayâŠ
01:12 PM Iâm very, very disappointed in you
Perhaps the better word would be terrified, but Naoya was truly and genuinely astounded.
How the fuck did this happen?
Naoya could feel his breathing grow shallow and his body turn cold as he read through each message from his Chief Operating Officer once, twice, three times. For a while, he stared at his chat history, his shaking thumb hovering over the screen while his mind went blank.
What started as an argument between just you and him now had your father involved. Not only your father, thoughâbut also Mai, Maki, and now Toji?! How bothersome. Of course, you had to drag everyone into this! The world always had to revolve around you.
Naoya could not think straight as his chauffeur sped him back to the office from Mariâs apartment later that day. Even when he returned to his CEO suite, he could hardly focus on his conversations with department heads or strategy discussions with the Board when Daisuke L/Nâs messages haunted him like an omnipresent and malevolent spirit.
âIâm very, very disappointed in you.â
Goddamnit!
Naoya did not miss how your father was absent from the afternoonâs meetings either (although he was not stupid enough to point that out aloud at work when Naoya himself was involved in why), nor did he miss his own fatherâs narrowed gaze which seemingly lingered on him longer than usual.
Oh goodness, did he know, too?
No, he couldnât have. Otherwise, Naobito Zenin would have pulled him to the side by now and given him a long and stern lecture.
Yet, when the early evening arrived, Naoya ultimately decided he must talk to you directly.
Not because he actually cared about your well-being. (Ha, as if.) But because he needed to quash the possibility that the rest of his family, particularly his Board Chairman father, could get a whiff of his quarrel with you before all hell broke loose.
Moments like these warranted him to push aside his dignity before things could worsen.Â
His greatest fear would be for this recent argument to become a domino effect, as the downfall in this marriage would certainly place him in hot water.
With that, the current Zenin CEO then tapped his phone for your contact.
He needed to check up on you but ended up in voicemail.Â
So, he dialed once more.Â
Voicemail.
Again.Â
Why were you not picking up his calls?Â
You always found a way to irk him with how ungrateful you could be. Sure, there was no secret that you hated him. He would admit he was rude, belittling, and patronizing, treating you like a trophy to tote around, a doll to splay at his will, and a woman who needed to learn her place. He knew this and you knew this, because he exclusively tolerated this marriage as a means to accelerate his life.Â
Despite everything, he made sure his wife was well-fed and looked after, only for you to throw a tantrum and now get his extended family involved? Ludicrous. Why not focus on the good things about him? Could you not see how he had attempted to reach you at least thirty times throughout the day? (His ultimate reason admittedly was selfish, but thatâs not the point.)
Anywho, since when did you think that ignoring him was acceptable?
In a frustrated fit, Naoya tossed his phone into his deskâs paper heap and huffed.
To set things straight, he had made many sacrifices in his life to get to his seat today, like howâback in the dayâhe had to watch TV anchors praise his older cousin while sipping champagne in the Maldives withâŠwhatever girlfriend he had been with at the time. Life had been hard, but he at last had everything he shouldâve been entitled to since birth. This position, this family, and this company belonged to him, regardless of what stupid fucking traditions dictated.
Unsurprisingly, when Naoya took the helm, everyone scrutinized him. Sure, he might have lacked in a few (or, more accurately, a lot ofâŠ) regards since he hadnât been built into the position the way Toji Zenin had been, but having you as his wife made him look good in family conversations and public discourse.Â
He just needed a little more time to get people to trust him. Then, once all the pieces clicked into place, he resolved to toss this marriage to the side.
That âtime,â he hoped, would be soon.
For now, he just needed to keep you for as long as he sought fit.Â
Buzz.
Well, speak of the devil.
You must finally be returning his call.
The sky had gone dark in the windows behind him now, but Naoya practically leaped from his seat, scrambling and shoving papers aside to find his phone buried beneath several printed reports. He hated how his hands quivered as he held the device, not that he could control himself at this point, and he snapped the moment he swiped at his screen.
âWhere the hell are you?â Naoya hissed, clipped and impatient.
He did not get an immediate response, which infuriated him even more since he taught you to acknowledge him on the phone.Â
But then, he learned why.
Because instead, Naoya heard a low and harrowing chuckle.
âI guess you missed me, kid.â
The end to a marriage, for obvious reasons, would never be as glamorous as the start to one.
Many would dream for years about a wedding, but far fewer would think the same about a separation.
âI'm going to file for a divorce.â
Admittedly, you were nervous when you announced the decision aloud in a crowded room for many eyes to see and ears to hear.
After all, even if you recognized the need for a change in your matrimony, you feared the consequences. You didn't want to cause your families to grow apart or your fathers to resent you. In addition, Naoya had been such a dominating fixture in your life these past few months, and he had led you to believe your days without him would be meaningless.
However, no longer could you set aside your emotions for his sake, nor would you expend extensive effort to salvage your marriage for otherâs desires. Your sole purpose henceforth was to live a satisfied life without sacrificing more than what you already have for a husband who hardly look your way.
As a result, when you acknowledged divorce as the best possible solution to your demise, you were grateful for the emotional support and relieved faces from your worried father, the younger teenagers, and your trusted therapists.
Especially Toji.Â
âCome with me,â the very man ordered once you stepped into his apartmentâs corridor with him.Â
Everyone else had been brought down to the apartmentâs lower level after the earlier discussion in the master bedroom, with Megumi forced to take on the role as host in his fatherâs absence. The younger Fushiguro might be aloof and sometimes awkward, but word had gotten around that he was a good chef with his aunts nagging at him to prepare dinner.
âCâmon, donât you want to show us what recipes you have learned on TikTok?âÂ
â...No, not really. Can we just order KFC?â
The other conversation that drifted upward was between your father and the other three therapists, which made sense given that they all used to be colleagues back when Toji had been the CEO.Â
There was laughter, chatter, and the entire brouhaha brought ease to your nervous heart.Â
âLadies first,â Toji said at some point after you had trailed behind him. He had taken you several meters ahead, opening the door to invite you inside. âThis is my home office.â
You did not yet see the point in him doing a House Tour 2.0, but you walked in upon his gesture anyway. The hardwood floor beneath you felt warm, your body heating up slightly despite the coolness in the air.Â
Toji kept his office space as tidy as the rest of his abode. He had a white leather couch situated by the doorway and a workspace configuration to the side with desk lamps, an expensive chair, and a dual monitor setup.Â
Above his screens, Toji probably had fifteen accolades in cherry wood frames, each to showcase his achievements as countless magazines named him the best leader, the top executive, and the most promising innovator.Â
What caught your attention, however, was the wall beside his workstation.Â
There was a corkboard.Â
At first glance, the tacked-on magazine cutouts and photograph snippings seemed like a messy litter on the brown surface, but thin red stringsâwhich made this look like a detective movie propâconnected one piece to another and suggested an order to the chaos.Â
âWhat is this?â you asked, a question not directed to anyone in particular as you neared the corkboard without waiting for Tojiâs permission.
Upon closer distance, the vague letterings and images became clear.
The newspaper cover story fastened at the very center read in big bold print: âZenin Corporation Announces New CEO.âÂ
As the realization dawned that this was what Toji meant to show you, the manâs measured footsteps came up from behind you. He stopped at your side, watching how you inspected each element on the corkboard as though his room was your laboratory and he was your professor.
âThe World Economic Forum estimates that more than 5% of global GDP is lost to corruption around the world each year,â he began, crossing his thick arms firmly over his chest. âMany articles you see here had been published online only to be taken down not even a few hours later. I suspect that Naoya this year alone has spent hundreds of thousands, if not millions, bribing the Japanese media to curate the public image he needs.â He then pointed around. âLook for yourself.â
You would have called Toji out for being a total creep if the objective of this collection had not been obvious. With scarlet threads weaving together to reveal an elaborate web of deceit, Toji had been curating an exposé.
There was one photo from your wedding day. Standing at the altar with Naoya, you looked so happy and blissful back then, the vibrant bouquet in your hands a colorful contrast against the pristine white of your Vera Wang wedding gown, your face radiant with a smile oblivious to the heartache that would come.
This publication, you have seen before.
What you did not recognize, however, were the articles dated from nearly a year ago, well before your wedding day, with even more printed five months ago, two months ago, one week agoâŠ
âŠand reading the titles made you feel sick.
Japanese Hotshot Shares Intimate Kisses with Rumored Girlfriend
Photos Reveal Recently Married Executiveâs Secret Affair?
Exclusive: Zenin Corporation CEO Spotted in Mexico with Alleged Lover
The accompanying pictures had the same two subjects in plain clothes and baseball caps, showing off little skin to reveal their identities to prying busybodies. Yet, upon an immediate glance, you recognized Naoya Zenin as the taller figure and assumed his very precious ladyfriend must be the other.
Photographers had snapped the two embracing each other in a cabâs backseat, sharing a secret kiss after a luxury mall date, and holding hands while stepping into a private plane.Â
All to say, you were revolted.Â
The more you mulled on these printouts, the more you could feel visceral disgust build in your chest.Â
To think you once contemplated saving a marriage with a man like that. Whatever his plan was for him and this woman, did he intend to make you a side character to their romance until the day you would die?
Your gaze darted around, and the photo with the most unobstructed view of their faces placed you on pause.
All of a sudden, a hard lump formed in your throat because, Holy shit, sheâsâŠstunning.Â
Seeing the woman who your husband had had his sights on immediately unlocked a whole new level of insecurities within you.Â
No wonder Naoya could not bring himself to be married to you when he had her.Â
The woman was exquisite, to say the least. Despite the pictureâs poor quality, you noticed her bright elegant face, plump pink lips, and long full lashesâprecisely the characteristics that would turn heads in a crowded room. In fact, you secretly wished that you possessed her overflowing pulchritude as well.
If she was an angel from your point of view, she must also be in Naoyaâs eyes all the more.Â
You gingerly drew a circle around her with a finger.
âIs she his mistress?âÂ
Why did you even ask that? You already knew the answer. But, you wanted to confirm the facts rather than satisfy your curiosity.Â
Meanwhile, Toji ran his index finger very slowly over his lower lip.Â
He answered a while later.Â
âYes.â As you had expected. Then, he added, âBut sheâs also my ex-wife.â
Whatâ
Your jaw dropped to the trenches.Â
If you thought tonight had been filled with enough revelations, this one really sealed the deal.Â
HisâŠex-wife?!
Unlike the man before you, hiding your deepest emotions had never been your forte. Instead, you had gone stiff as your mind reeled in shock.
âSheâsâŠTsumikiâs mom,â you said quietly at the realization.Â
Yes, you have heard a lot about her. However, to make the connection between the lady in the picture and the woman who owned currently Naoyaâs (and previously Tojiâs) devotion stirred awake a thousand emotions.Â
Anger. Bitterness. Resentment.Â
Megumi had told you plenty about her before.
âTreated me like a bag of shit, spent all my dadâs money on her shopping sprees every weekend, and even neglected her own daughterâmy stepsister.â
Her pretty face could only go so far in disguising her dark heart.Â
With this understanding, you finally grasped Tojiâs bitterness when he first met you. How fickle fate had been to him. Comical, even! For his younger cousin to take his succession rights to the clan, his executive position in the company, andâto top everything offâhis wife from his family. Only for you (of all eight billion people in the world) to show up at Toji Fushiguroâs office asking for sex therapy?
Now, you comprehended why Toji and Naoya despised each other.Â
In addition, you understood why Toji and his colleagues had been suspicious of you. Trust takes time to build yet a moment to shatter, and all of them have had this trust broken before. By Naoya, yes.Â
But also, by her.
âWhatâs her name?â you had to ask, ignoring the searing ache in your heart.
Your therapist, on the other hand, tried to play off his vexation by shoving his hands into his front pockets.
âMari,â and also, âShe still uses my last name.â
Wow.Â
The audacity that some people in the world have.
âHere let me help.â
âHm?â
At first, you did not quite get what Toji was referring to until he started tearing the magazine photos and newspaper stories.
Wordlessly, you gawked at him, both in confusion and astonishment.
âWhyââ
Before you could complete the thought, Toji had placed everything into a neat stack and thrust the pile into your hands. âThere,â he said with finality. âIf you are to file for a divorce, take these to Naoya. See what the bastard has to say. Staying with him any longer would be a fatal flaw.â
Toji had never seen a single interaction between you and his cousin in person, yet he could confidently say your husband was the hamartia in your life. Perhaps the signs had always been obvious. Or perhaps, his recent experience in a toxic marriage allowed Toji to notice the red flags in yours from miles away.
âIf you give him too much time, heâll come up with his offenses,â he went on. âWe donât need to outfight him, though. We simply need to outthink him.â
Something about Tojiâs emerald eyes gleamed in a way you had not seen before.Â
It was a different side to him, one where he planned and strategized, a flickering core of the businessman he used to be.
âHi.âÂ
You and Toji froze at the sound.
Megumiâs voice had startled you two as the boy peered in from the hallway, waving a phone in his handâyour phone. âSorry to interrupt but, uh, he called again.â
Interestingly enough, Megumi did not need to explicitly mention a name for you all to know who he referred to. As your screen flickered on, you noticed the numerous missed calls and text messages that had flooded your notifications, all from one particular culprit, no doubt.Â
Instead of embarrassment, your body surged with aggravation at how your husband suddenly seemed desperate to know your whereabouts.Â
So now he cared, huh?
Before you could retrace your steps towards the door, however, Toji had already done so. He retrieved the device from his sonâs hands and started dialing a number from your phone.Â
You tried to stop him. âHey, what are youââ
But Toji dismissed you, pressing your phone to his ear as the call began to ring, and his lips curled into a wicked grin when the other line must have picked up.
âI guess you missed me, kid.â
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sex therapy :: 26. together
chapter tags/warnings: a very broken marriage. heavy angst. at least i am not gege. mai and maki and megumi as an iconic trio. infidelity/adultery. family drama. strong language. corruption.Â
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notes: thank you for the overwhelming reception from the last chapter! work has been consuming my life, sadly, which is why this chapter took longer than i anticipated. gr. in this upcoming piece, though, my main focuses are the character development in y/n as well as explanations from toji himself. enjoy! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo
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A large, warm hand massaged the delicate stretch between your thumb and forefinger.Â
Gently. Leisurely. Daintily.Â
Vanilla and cinnamon notes entered your lungs with every inhale, a velvetiness akin to everything you imagined clouds to be like if brushing against your cheek, the comforting sensations bringing back nostalgic memories from the carefree times your heart longed to return to.Â
Was this Heaven? you wondered in this dark and dreamy daze.
You would not mind staying in this state eternally if that meant the promise of peace and quiet forever.
A voice, not from yourself, dispersed your thoughts.
âSuguru, what are the chances she wonât ever wake up?âÂ
Wake up?
Oh, so you were just asleep.
âShut up, Sukuna,â another person quipped, this tone more leveled and coarser than the last. âDonât say shit like that.â
The first person, who must be Sukuna then, chuckled lowly to himself. âOh, who wouldâve thought? Choso is having a soft spot?â he marveled with great interest, âSince when did you care so much aboutââ
But a third voice interrupted the banter. âSheâs awake.â
After a long struggle, your eyes fluttered open to see a crowd gathered around you. Immediately beside you was Suguru Geto. He had been the one nestling your hand, but he practically didnât look like himself with the concern etched into his brow, replacing the cheerfulness in his typical visage. Behind him stood Sukuna and Choso. The former grinned with fierce satisfaction, while the latterâŠscowled at you?
To be fair, Choso always scowled at you.
âGood evening, gorgeous.â Geto greeted with a melancholic smile, giving you another squeeze, firm and encouraging. Like a true gentleman, he helped you sit upright, his other hand reaching over your head to brush aside some stray strands by your forehead. âAre you feeling okay?âÂ
Exhaustion, meanwhile, rattled you to the bone.
You were weak, your movements fragile, almost like you were a fawn in her first hours of life. You blinked rapidly while taking in the new environment, only to quickly recognize the gray and cream colors in your surroundings. Back at Tojiâs apartment was where you found yourself, with the familiar spiced floral scents from the flickering candle nearby confirming that this was the master bedroom.Â
Given the dull throb by your temples, you frowned.
âWhatâ?â your voice came out as a hoarse rasp. âWhat happened?â
The trio traded looks at each other with communicative eyes.
In the end, Choso tucked his hands into his front pocket and took the initiative to speak.Â
âYou were in the Zenin residence with Mai and Maki, remember?â No, not really.âGot into an argument with your husband. Started having a panic attack. Collapsed. Puked.â
OhâŠ
Recollections from your last conscious moments flooded your head like a tsunami: the screaming, the crying, and the fighting. Loud, angry, bitter fighting.Â
Fighting for your dignity. Fighting for your heart. Fighting for your life. Goodness gracious. As much as the memories sucked all life from you, you instead felt completelyâŠnumb.Â
After all, you had already been dead on the inside. You were too worn out, both physically and emotionally, to react. Everything that you had to go through since your wedding had brought you to your witâs end, and this recent altercation with Naoya Zenin was truly the icing on the cake.Â
When you caught sight of yourself in a nearby mirror, you could hardly recognize yourself. Your expression, glum. Your lips, chafed, Your face, pallor. Absent of any other color than an ashen hue.Â
âHowâŠdid I get here?â
âMai and Maki got worried and called Toji, who told them to bring you here,â Sukuna answered this time. âYouâre lucky the girls reacted fast, else we would have sent you to an emergency room. Suguru even stopped his shift at his clinic to watch over you.â
âIâ,â you sighed, lost for words and dropping your tired gaze to the floor. Dealing with inner turmoil to this degree was more than what any sane person could handle. All efforts towards your happiness were in vain anyway, as the cosmos conspired to make your existence one neverending nightmare. Everyone else had their ambitions and shit to deal with, but here you were as an absolute nuisance to the people who should not be otherwise pestered, and you were ashamed for the unnecessary trouble that you had caused. âGosh, this is embarrassing.â
âWe are so sorry!âÂ
Unexpectedly, the apology came from a girlâs voice, and you had to turn around to see three familiar teenagers by the bedroom door.Â
Just last week, you would never have imagined ever seeing Mai, Maki, and Megumi together. Yet, here you were, watching the twins and theirâtechnically speakingânephew (cute) standing side-by-side, twiddling their thumbs in their nervous corner (also cute).Â
Flustered and prepared for admonishment, Mai bowed her head at a slight angle as she hurriedly explained, âWe donâtâŠWe donât mean to put you in an awkward position. We just didnât know what to do. Maki and I were worried when you fell to the floor and started throwing up. WeâŠWe shouldâve asked for your permission on who to call for help. But we didnât know who else to phone, so we ended up dialing Toji. Now, weâve put you in a weird spot and that is all our faultââ
âDo not apologize. That was the right thing to do.â The comment came from yet another person, and when Sukuna and Choso stepped to the side, who you saw at the roomâs furthest end was none other than Toji Fushiguro himself.Â
He had taken a seat all the way by the wall, with one leg thrust over the other in a relaxed but kingly sort of manner. With his sleeves rolled up, his forearms bled to his wrists with ink, and the emeralds in his sharp gaze gleamed as he stared pointedly in your direction.Â
Of everyone in the room, his countenance appeared the most composed, but you could feelhim reading through the emotions present on your face. He inclined forward, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin on his palm.Â
When he noticed the slightest shift in your posture too, the tiny scar by his lips flexed along with a smile.
âSo, youâve figured me out, hm?â
Easily, you could sense all seven pairs of eyes in the room (the four therapists plus the three teens) landing on you. The sudden attention rendered you nervous. Even if you chose silence as your response, the entire room, the entire planet, and perhaps even the entire galaxy could speculate your answer through your expression alone.
After a long while, you breathed out, âYou didnât tell me that you were a Zenin.â
The elephant in the room had to be addressed obviously, and you were not shy to confront the situation head-on.
While you did not intend to sound accusatory, your tone came off as such anyway. How could you not, when you had essentially been misled for weeks? Sure, Toji probably did not want to be badmouthing the Zenins to the very person (you) who had been recently married into the family. But, by withholding the fact that he and your husband were cousins, Toji had created much unnecessary anguish including the current limbo that your marriage was in right now.Â
Meanwhile, that same man pressed his nails into his chin in contemplation.Â
âI am not a Zenin, though,â he eventually corrected in a domineering voice, all austere in his throne. âAt least, not any longer. I took my first wifeâs last name years ago. I go by Fushiguro now.â Curt, direct, and pithy. Toji wasted not a syllable. âEverything worked out though, I guess. Naobito cut me off from the Zenin clan earlier this year. Gave me ten billion yen and told me to get lost, so I did.â
Toji always kept his private matters to himself, but with everything that he had gone through, you were struck by his poise, as if being expelled from such an influential household had been a high-school breakup he had gotten over long ago.Â
Nonetheless, you wondered if he missed that other life, and you brought your knees toward your chest.
âSo,â how should you put this, âyouâre not upset?â
Toji scoffed immediately.
âUpset?â A bitter grin spread off his lips. âWhy would I be upset? That household is a trash dump. All my life, there were no choices for me to make when my uncles and granduncles decided everything already,â and he began counting with his fingers, âmy teachers, my classes, my extracurriculars, my friends. Everything. I was only a puppet to bring honor to the family name, bring in money for the company.â
Listening to his sonorous voice, you rested your cheek onto a knee.
"I see."
His story was depressing, and from conversations with in-laws such as Mai and Maki, you knew that he was not lying, either. Coming from nobility as well, you were also aware of the pressures that came with the people who boasted their 'old-money' statuses, but the Zenin household had always been notorious for being miserable.Â
Toji had said so before in a prior discussion, how âfamily isnât family for something like the Zeninsâ because both politics and business took precedence.
Then, he went on.
âSome people would kill to have my problems, but I did not want that life, you know? Around the time I started college, I decided that I wanted to make judgments for myself and be my own distinct entity, but that made people upset. Privileged. Entitled. Ungrateful. Whatever. My family members called me many things as a young adult when they figured I did not want to be their pawn for my whole life, with the only person who understood me for many years being my best friend in university.â
Megumiâs mom.
Toji nearly appeared to be an altogether different person whenever he spoke about his first wife. The chartreuse in his eyes would stir with both sorrow and fond reminiscence as he thought about the Mrs. Fushiguro you would never get to meet, his closest confidant whom he lost to the cruel separation brought by life versus death. She must have been someone whom he valued a lotâa person who completely transformed himâas Toji had discarded his last name (which was Zenin, of all things) for hers.
âHe truly loved my mom,â Megumi explained before. 'He had given up everything.â
Thus, fate could truly be unfair.
The loss and pain Toji must have endured, a topic Megumi had alluded to in his discussion with you before.
Not to mention, the expectations, frustration, and suffocation that came from the clan's elders, too. Experiencing the intense atmosphere in the Zenin household firsthand allowed you to empathize with him. Given the stark differences between him and your lawful husband, there was no wonder Toji did not wish to deal with his older relatives' high-strung conventions.
But, if he had been suffering so muchâŠÂ
âWhy did you care so much for what your family thought?â you asked, disregarding the look that the three teenagers by the door exchanged with each other. âToji, you went to university in the United States. You had a wife and son at a young age. You went from a business background to a licensed therapist, so why did you notââ
âLeaving is difficult when youâre the family heir and the corporationâs CEO.âÂ
The expression that you then returned was blank.
Huh?
His words triggered something in your head, so you repeated after him.
âLeaving is difficult when,â and your voice trailed off, âwhenâŠyouâŠare the heir and CEO.â
Heir. CEO.
Zenin.
Toji.
Naoya.
But Tojiâs older.
âNaoya got into a huge dispute with him earlier this year.â
Sheer realization slapped you hard across your face. No way.
âToji,â you began after letting the revelation sink into you a while later, but your voice barely eeked above a mumble, âso you were once the successor to the Zenin household and company?"
The man in question did not respond, but the silent affirmation from the six other onlookers was an answer in itself.
Yes.
In hindsight, you wanted to say you had always seen the possibility. Still, you never fully registered this until now: the thoughtfulness in his strategy, the sophistication in his speech, the charisma in his leadership.Â
Previously, Toji had impressed you with how much he knew about the Zenin Corporationâs market share in the Asia-Pacific or the firmâs outsized influence on the international stage. Yet, most (including yourself) would not guess that someone like Toji Fushiguroâyour tattooed and brawny sex therapist (plus single dad)âhad once been heralded as the indisputable inheritor to the proud lineage and conglomerate.Â
That had been your mistake.Â
Toji was more than what people made him out to be, which reminded you to never assume anything superficially about someoneâa remark he had once made. For good reason, because he had been referring to himself all along.
You could almost visualize Toji Fushiguro as the seasoned executive he had once been in light of this new information: his black strands slicked into a side part, his charcoal blazer freshly pressed, his leather oxfords newly polished.Â
Maybe because he was more mature or maybe because he was simply older, but Toji appeared more fitting for the important roles in the Zenin household compared to the man presently poised for succession.Â
Consequently, you must also ask, âThen, how did Naoya end up in your seat?â
Sukuna and Megumi shared a glance.
Choso grimaced, and Suguru kissed his teeth.
Meanwhile, Toji ran a lone finger down his jaw, following the lines from a tattoo.Â
âLet me give you some context, sweetheart,â he offered, now brushing his chin as he spoke. âFor the lastâletâs sayâfew hundred years, the oldest male in each generation became the leader in the Zenin clan. Is the rule stupid? Yes. Should there be more criteria in evaluating a potential heir aside from birth order? Also yes. But nothing has stopped this before because the Zenins, as you know by now, are a family built on antiquity and tradition. So, when I was born as the oldest male in my generation and Naoya had come in second place...âÂ
Toji did not have to finish his sentence for you to figure out the rest.
Despite the demands that came along with being the next family head, Toji must have been esteemed as nothing short of a crown price among the Japanese elite, with seniors in the Zenin household utilizing all their resources to prepare the once young and starry-eyed boy for taking over such an influential role. Naturally, his enviable position would spark jealousy, even from those whom Toji deemed related to by birth.
Including his very own younger first cousin.
Toji frowned in exasperation.
âYour husband is one childish and jealous brat, but Naoya Zenin has been like that for as long as I have known him. To claim the heir and CEO titles, he acquired the trust from myself and my colleagues by working with us in sex therapy, only to stab us all in the back. Heâs a liar. A total manipulator.âÂ
And, from personal experiences, you knew that those words could not be more true.
At this point, Toji sank his handsome face into his immense palm.Â
âWell, now Naoya Zenin has everything he wants but is still an incompetent asshole. The whole enterprise is hanging by a thread. The entire clan cannot fucking stand him. Whatâs crazy is that his father Naobito is not doing anything about this, and I cannot tell if that is because the old man is giving his son free passes or because he has finally gotten senile. With Naoya's pettiness, though, the father-son duo have done everything to erase my name from the family, even going as far as to dismiss the executives that I brought onto the management team to undo my legacy.âÂ
When Toji glanced up to cast his gaze forward, you then suddenly understood that the three other men in the room were more than just his fellow board-licensed colleagues.
You recalled Tojiâs words in the Teyvat meeting room.
âI recruited these guys right when they completed their undergraduate degrees, around the time I just opened my therapy office,â and the puzzle pieces clicked into place from the realization that sex therapy had not been the only thing that Toji had worked with them onâSukuna, Choso, and Suguru had been executives at the Zenin Corporation reporting to Toji, too. âWeâve been working together since, for the past four years.â
Discerning these revelations from your expressions, Toji added in confirmation.
âI had selected these three to oversee the Zenin Corporationâs operations with me,â he said, and you remembered the same conversation in which the men discussed their University of Tokyo studies while Toji listed their previous roles. Sukuna, Economics. âSukuna, Director of Investments and Real Estate.â Choso, Mechanical Engineering. âChoso, Chief Engineer and Supply Chain Manager.â Suguru, Biology. âSuguru, Healthcare and Innovation Administrator.â
Arguably the most consequential divisions in a conglomerate that spanned numerous sectors, with each department bringing in yen by the billions every year.
âThese guys have treated me like family more than my blood-related kin have.â
Learning this about the four therapists added to your fascination.Â
For you, the discovery was like uncovering a hidden treasure trove. To imagine everything that the fourâas one cohesive unitâhad gone through together at the top of the corporate ladder: scrutiny from the media and stakeholders, impromptu meetings that demanded make-or-break decisions, and immediate responses to industry trends and regulations.Â
Only for them to be cast aside by no one other than your husband.
In the end, this all made sense.
Now, you understood why the therapists were once incredibly demeaning and belligerent toward you. How could they possibly sympathize with the woman married to the man who had taken virtually everything from them?Â
Heck, if you were in their shoes and had no further context, you would hate yourself, too.
Only now were you hearing their perspectives, and you were grateful thatâcompared to several weeks beforeâthey trusted you enough to open up.Â
At last, all you could do was sigh and mutter, âIâm sorry.âÂ
âFor what?âÂ
Sukuna shot back without hesitation, which stunned you given how he had been the one who mocked you the most. Yet, a scintilla of kindness flared in his fiery eyes, so you continued with your tone softer and quieter.
âI feel terrible.â Such vulnerability in front of so many people at once went beyond your comfort zone. âFor the unfairness Naoya had brought upon you all, and how IâŠI canât change anything. I canât do anything. All I am isâŠuseless.â
âNo, you are powerful,â Suguru interjected this time. âYour husband relies on your public image to keep scrutiny off him. He needs you. Heâs been demoralizing you for months because he knows the ball will always be in your court, and never his.â
His words made you stop.
âYou truly think so?â you asked.
âYes.âÂ
Choso, who replied, seemed honest.Â
He was honest.Â
He might throw you off from how aloof and stoic his attractive face would appear, but Choso was not a liar.
Bringing your feet off the bed, you slowly swung your feet.Â
âIâŠam surprised you all even want to talk to me.âÂ
Toji tugged at his dress shirtâs collar and flashed his ink-covered muscles underneath. âWhat makes you think that?âÂ
His pointed question made you realize how much Naoya had been fucking with your mind, blaming and villainizing you at every chance, thus devolving you into a spineless worm feeling remorse for every little thing.
Shrugging, you tossed your gaze to the side.Â
âI donât know,â you admitted. âYou could have avenged yourself by now. I am Naoyaâs wife and Naobitoâs daughter-in-law. There had been a thousand chances for you to do something horrible to me: to hurt me, blackmail me, spread dirty rumors about me, butâŠyou havenât.â Â
âWhy would I do that?â Toji replied instantly and candidly. Rather than appearing offended by your judgments, he started giving you that look again whenever he had his therapist hat onâthe one where he would tilt his head at a slight angle to gauge the sentiments painted across your face. âI could have chosen to be bitter and vengeful for the rest of my life, but I am grateful for what I have. Why let a toxic bunch impact my life? I already told you how that household is an absolute fucking hell. I'm glad I have found an out. At the very least, my son would not have to deal with the crap from my young adult years because you know who is the oldest male in the generation after mine?â
Megumi.Â
All gazes now fell upon the younger Fushiguro, who tried to casually shrug the attention off.Â
Who cares if I was second-in-line to leading perhaps the most prestigious family in Japan? his nonchalance wanted to convey, but his ears turned pink anyway. Â
Toji continued, âThen, of course, there are some people whom I care about a lot.â Using his head, he gestured to the twins. âThese girls are the best aunts to my son that I, as a father, could ever ask for. Theyâre only one year older than Megumi, but Mai and Maki used to go on playdates with him on the weekends, walk him to school every morning, and cook him breakfasts over the holidays. The twins even helped my son take his first steps. There is this one photo we have in the libraryâI donât know if you have gotten a chance before to see it. But thereâs Mai and Maki, each holding one of Megumiâs little hands back in his chubby toddler days andââÂ
âDad!â a very flustered and irritated teenage boy finally had to say. âThis is not the time to talk about that picture!âÂ
Next to him, a proud Mai and Maki coo and tease their grouchy nephew, poking at his puffed-up cheeks and ruffling his uncombed hair.Â
âAw, is someone a little embarrassed?â
Smiling at the little banter from the trio, Toji did not let them distract him from his conversation with you. âWhat Iâm trying to get at isâŠlifeâs too short not to enjoy the happy sides of it,â but his eyes glazed with rue nevertheless, âNow is the perfect time to focus on your well-being. Take a look around this room. A lot of people want to see you leading a fulfilling life, Y/N. A fulfilling life for yourself, not for anyone else. Not for me, not for anyone in this room, and certainly not for your husband. Nothingâand I mean absolutely nothingâshould hold you back from pursuing your health and happiness.âÂ
While you assumed that your best times were over, Toji reminded you those good days can be brought back with the right attitude. He had a point. Why should you allow your marriage to hinder you from connecting with people whom you care about, working towards the passions that brought you purpose, and feeling the love that you deserve?Â
Instead, you should seek every sunrise and sunset as an opportunity to live better and without regrets.
As you ruminated on this different mindset, a sudden knock from the door cut your thoughts short.
WhoâŠ
Like you, most others looked around blankly, but Toji ordered from his seat, âLet him in.â
Mai, who stood closest to the entryway, obeyed.Â
Once she unlocked the door, the room fell silent save for the footsteps of the man walking in, his soles creating soft echoes on the linoleum floor. Overhead, pale lights revealed the lines etched on his exhausted face, the worry that sat heavily on his chest.Â
âMister Daisuke,â someone eventually acknowledged out of respect.
Your father did not hear the greeting as he searched the room, his sullen gaze darting from face to face until he found you. His shoulders fell from his overwhelming relief. Still in a suit after a long workday, he stumbled forward feebly.Â
âYouâre alright,â he whispered between steps, scarcely audible.Â
He crouched toward the floor once he approached you, and when Suguru transferred your hands into your fatherâs, you noticed the unstoppable quiver from the latter even as you gripped him tightly in an attempt to stop the tremor.Â
His skin was tough, weathered by his additional decades in life. But, in his palms, you found the familiar tenderness that had comforted you since you were a little girl and, in his gaze, you noticed the sadness only found in the despair of a heartbroken parent.
âThank goodness, you are okay,â and before everyone, tears slipped past his eyes, âI was terrified. I was so scared. When Toji called to tell me you had thrown up and collapsed, do you know how afraid I was?âÂ
You glanced over at the said therapist, reminding yourself thatâif Toji had been the CEO before Naoyaâhe must have worked very closely with your COO father up until recently. For your father to know exactly where you were and walk in with this expression suggested that the former colleagues had had a lengthy conversation about your circumstances. A part of you wanted to be angry. Why drag your father into this worry? But a larger part of you had always wanted to reveal to him the wretched months that had gone by and longed for his support.Â
And now, he was here.
The older man took a shuddering breath and brought his fingers to your cheek, holding and cradling you like he would never get to do this again.Â
âI canât lose you,â he lamented. âI have lost enough in my life already. I cannot lose you, too. I just canât. Why have you not told me the truth? If you were not happy with Naoya, why have you not told me sooner? Did you think I would place my loyalty to the company over my own child? I feel so guilty and broken to hear about what you have been going through.â
Frankly, you felt just as broken, too.Â
In fact, seeing and hearing your father weep like this shattered you. As devoted as your father was, his front never failed to be unwavering and strong. Even when your motherâs death left a significant hole in his heart, he bit back his grief. Scars from your motherâs untimely death scarred his heart, wounds that never healed and would stay with him until his last breath, but he rarely expressed his suppressed sorrow.Â
All for your sake. Because you were his one and only daughter, his one and only child.Â
So now, for him to see you in such a sorry state was crushing his whole world that had become you.
âDad.â You helped him wipe his tears away, just like how he had always done for you. âI didnât want to make you disappointed. I didnât want to make you sad. IâŠI just wanted to protect you.â
âNo,â he responded firmly. How could a loving father accept the possibility that his daughter would even think about placing him before herself? âProtect yourself first.â
You looked up when you sensed two more approaching individuals and found Mai and Maki with doleful smiles.
âWe still have something to return to you, Y/N.â
In your left palm, each girl pressed one ringâthe first which promised a future forever and the second which symbolized an infinite unity.Â
You stared at the jewelry as your chest remembered the waves of happiness, excitement, hope, confusion, betrayal, and pain.Â
So, so much pain.
Your father, who would not miss the solemn undertones in your gaze, squeezed your hands in his.Â
âMy dear daughter,â he started, and you could tell he could no longer bear to see you suffer any longer, âwhat are you planning to do?â
Your throat turned dry.
Any possibility seemed like a viable solution, a means for a desperate escape.Â
For months, you should have prepared yourself for this very question, but now that you were confronted with this reality for the first time, you did not know what to say.Â
You had clutched onto the false hope for your troubled marriage to be sorted out. Escaping your dreary matrimony had once been too far-fetched of an option given an impending cold war between your families, which you would never wish upon the stars to happen. Therefore, even as you found yourself stuck on a stifling dead end, you did not exactly prepare for the next steps for the occasion you found Naoya Zeninâs mistreatment too much to bear.
However, times have changed.
Your allies and enemies have changed.
Most of all, you have changed.
Therefore, with all the universeâs possibilities at your fingertips, one particular option stuck out.Â
âIâm going to file for a divorce.â
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end notes: So many things. To see us freak out at the idea of a divorce during the beginning of the fic, up to now, where we suggested the option out of our volution. Also, the much-needed heart-to-heart conversation between Toji and us, and how that really shows a slow maturation in our relationship with him (and everyone else)! Let me know what you think, and see you next chapter!
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I found your work on ao3 and decided to read it for fun and HOLY SH-- it's so good. I read your jjk fic and when I tell you, I DEVOURED and ate that shit within a day, I'm not even joking. I ATE THAT SHIT UP. (sorry for the vulgar lang).
Your writing kept me going because of how well-thought it was. I have yet to find another fanfic writer who's as good as you. The tension and intense chemistry was killing me and I was literally curling my toes the entire time reading it. So keep up the good work.
Also I have to ask, do you plan on releasing chap 18-25 anytime soon? because I'm dying to know what happens next. Thanks!!
wow, so sorry for the super late reply, but your words have ABSOLUTELY filled my heart. sex therapy has been the most challenging fic for me to write due to 1) the complexity in the plot, 2) the research i had to do for the settings/contexts, and 3) the balance between revealing too much vs too little to the readers.
with the plot now drawing to a close, i reflect on my growth as a writer through this longfic, and i am incredibly grateful for the experiences and support i have encountered on this journey. thank you always, and lots of love to you!
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thank you jamms for the amazing fics and the consistent updates. im so happy to have found your fanfics <3 keep up the good work im really rooting for a spectacular naoya downfall :)
har har har...so am i.
thank you so much for reading always, your note means a lot! naoya deserves as satisfying of an ending as the one he received in the manga...we are so evil, hah. sending you hugs!
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* jujutsu kaisen spoilers * nothing like starting the new year by re-confirming to yourself that sukuna x megumi is essentially canon, and nothing can change my mind
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sex therapy :: 25. messed up
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.Â
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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 âspy x familyâ (any fans out there?) that i believe captures the dynamics in our characters as well. enjoy! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo
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â 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 desiresâŠand, in doing so, the world thus maintains its thin veneer of peace. â
Who in the world was Toji Zenin?
The Toji that you had always known was Toji Fushiguro, so what was your husbandâs cognomen doing besides your sex therapistâs first name on the latter's university diploma?
Even Google seemed to deny that Toji Zenin existed.
Showing results instead for âToji Fushiguro.â
No, that was not what you wanted!Â
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.
âWhoâs Toji Zenin?â
âWhatââ
Across from you, the raspberry macaron in Maiâs 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 twinâs private lounge, located in the northern wing within the Zenin residence.Â
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 anythingâan 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.Â
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.Â
âY/N,â she began carefully, âMay we ask how you know Toji?â
Even though she tried to spin the question as casual curiosity, her apprehension could not be more obvious.Â
âI donât know him, really,â you lied. While dishonesty went against your morals, watching the twinsâ shoulders fall with relief was enough to assuage the guilt. âHeâs justâŠâ My friend, to put things in the mildest terms. âHeâs just a name I have heard. Thatâs all.â
Maki dabbed at her mouth with a lace handkerchief, not making a big deal as she added, âTojiâs a cousin.â
So, the Zenin last name on his diploma was not a coincidence at all.Â
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, andâas Geto had once saidâwhy Toji was ânot where he could possibly be.âÂ
While Tojiâs 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, whichâby extensionâmust mean that Toji would also be a cousin toâŠ
âŠyour husband.Â
Wait.
An unsettling chill ran down your spine.
âCousins, as in,â part of you didnât want to know the answer, âdistant cousins? OrâŠ?â
âNo,â the older twin interjected matter-of-factly, not knowing the full background behind your seemingly innocuous question. âFirst cousins.âÂ
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 cousinâs 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.Â
âAre you close with Toji?âÂ
Mai shook her head. âNo. We donât talk to him anymore.â 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, âFor your information, Naoya got into a huge dispute with him earlier this year.â
Thatâs quite recent.Â
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 everyoneâs 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.
âThere you are, you whore!âÂ
Your eyes widened with shock upon seeing Naoya Zenin in the entryway, your husbandâs 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.Â
Today was Tuesday.
Was he not supposed to be at work?
âNaoya,â you began calmly, cognizant of the onlooking sisters behind you, âthis is not the right place toââ
âYouâre such a fucking desperate bitch, arenât you?â 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.Â
No, this couldnât beâŠ
From your peripheral view, you watched Mai and Maki place their hands over their open mouths as they read Toji Fushiguroâs 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.Â
With your voice evaporated, you croaked.
âWhere did you find that?â 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. âIn your purse,â he gritted, âHow long were you planning to hide this from me?â
The ensuing guilt suffocated you. âIââ I donât 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.Â
âYouâre so god fucking pathetic, woman. Do you have any idea who Toji Fushiguro is? That bastard is Toji Zenin, you ignorant slutâhe is my cousin. Well, I guess I never told you about him, though, because he doesnât fucking matter anymore anyway. I donât know how you ended up crossing paths with him, but this is hilarious!â The man kept cackling and roaring like he had gone insane. âWere you two brewing shit about me? Actually, let me guess since youâd 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 husbandâs 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 husââ
Your hand lashed out before you could suppress the impulse and delivered one resounding slap across Naoyaâs face. You watched him shut up and stumble backward, clutching his cheek.Â
"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.
âHow dare youâŠHow fucking dare you disrespect me!â The coalescence of anger, agony, and resentmentâbottled up in your heart for months upon monthsâwas now being released as you dissolved into tears. âWhat 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?!â 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. âY-You have no idea how lonely and miserable I have been since I walked down that aisle. For the past six months, youâas my husbandâhave done absolutely nothing but make me feel like a rat in my own home, a mistress in my own marriage!âÂ
âFantastic! Exactly what I wanted to hear, I am glad I have made your life horrible!â Naoya snarled, not caring for how everyone elseâs 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, âMy only regret is that I had not made your life even worse.âÂ
âWhat the fuck!â you heard Mai gasp as a gut reaction.
What the fucking fuck, indeed.
While you had been subject to Naoyaâs 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.
âDonât go around thinking that youâre any better, alright? Youâre calling me pathetic for sleeping with your cousin, but have you considered that I had been placed in that position because, since the start, youâve been cheating on your wife?âÂ
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.Â
âThatâs right,â you mused with derision, âweâve been two sides of the same coin all along.â
Naoya clenched his hands at his sides, disgusted to have been compared to you. âDo not put me on the same level asââ
âNo. 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,â you screamed in return. âIâŠI hate you!â and you pointed right at him, âIn 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!â
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, heâof courseâopted for the former.Â
âI never,â he seethed lowly, âwanted this marriage.âÂ
Maybe you truly have become deranged or maybe you genuinely found his statement funny, for you began to emit tearful cackles in your laughter.
âNow, that is one big fucking lie.â Since your earliest encounter, Toji had suggested that Naoya solely regarded you as nothing more than âa sweet, innocent fuck,â and the longer you had stayed with your husband, the more you began to acknowledge how these accusations were all true. âWe all know that youâre 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.â
While you never fully understood Naoya, your words must have snapped a particular chord in him because he suddenly lunged forward.
âFucking cuntââÂ
But before he could get too close, you darted away from him. âDonât touch me!â you shrieked, voice shrill from the top of your lungs. âDo not ever touch me again. If you want to lay your dirty hands on someone, go touch your girlfriend instead!â
Thatâs 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 onâwhy 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 husbandâs 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 chortleâa full-bodied cachinnation that took the room completely abackâas his hysteria mounted.
âGood, good, good!â His screeches were like those of a maniac, his chuckles haunting, throaty, and lacking in sanity. âIâm glad that youâve come to show the witch that you have been all along! Look at yourself! No wonder no one wanted you!â
Unable to be a bystander any longer, Mai stood up and hurled toward her cousin. âShut the hell up, Naoya!âÂ
But the said man was quick, using one powerful movement to punch the older twin first. âYou shut the hell up, scum. Unless you want to be pummeled to the point where people will feel sorry to look in your direction.â
âWatch what you say!â and when Naoya turned to the new voice, the evil glint gleaming from his brown eyes appeared ablaze.
âOh? Someoneâs bold, too. Shall I bully you first then, Maki?â the timbre in his disdainful laugh crescendoed into unhinged amusement. âSay one more word, little girl,â he taunted, his imp-like face riddled with mockery. âCâmon. I dare you. I will throw you into the courtyard and beat your ugly face up. Thatâll bring back warm memories from the good old days, huh?â
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.
âIf wanted to leave this badly, then fucking leave,â he deadpanned, his tone the calmest he had been this whole time. âI donât give a fuck anymore.âÂ
Those were your husbandâs 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.
âSh, donât cry. My sister and I are here, okay? Mai and I will protect you. Everything will be alright.â
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 upâyou 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?Â
WhyâŠwhy 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 couldnât breathe. You could not fucking breathe.Â
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 andâŠhorror? 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.Â
After a while, you could not even see her or her sister anymore because your vision turned spotty and then black.Â
See!Â
Open your eyes, and see!Â
Why could you not see?
When your hearing returned to some degree, the sounds that filled your ears were frantic shouts and endless clamor.
âCall Toji! Heâll know what to do. Hurry, where is your phone?â It was Mai. Scrambling. Bags were being opened. Items being tossed. âCall Toji, now!â
A phone started to ring.
Buzzes and buzzes and more buzzes as the waiting intensified.
Then voicemail.Â
Hello, this is Toji Fushiguro. Â
âHe is not picking up!âÂ
Unfortunately, I am unable to pick up the phone right now.Â
âGetâŠâ
But please leave your name and numberâ
âGet Megumi.âÂ
âand I will return your call as soon as possible.
âWhat about Tusmiki?â
âTsumiki is still in London at university, idiot! CallâŠCall Megumi!â
âOkay. I know, I know! Iâm calling him already!â someone screamed back. Was this Mai? Was this Maki? You could no longer tell, but the same person shouted, âWait, wait. He is calling back. Toji is calling me back.â
âThen pick up the phone!â
âTojiâŠâ 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. âPleaseâŠhelp us.â
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.Â
Not just you, though. Because that would be too easy.
But also his father, his cousins, his ex-coworkers, andâmost importantlyâToji.Â
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 boyfriendâs rage for desperation, and she begged for him to pull at her hair and force his tongue down her mouth.Â
At some point, Naoya drove his mistressâs 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.Â
âJ-Just like that!â 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.Â
âI need to break you,â he hissed.
Fuck, he was going to come soon.Â
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.Â
Feeling the first of his seed trick into his mistressâs 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 mistressâs 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. âThat was so hot.â A lazy smile pulled across her face. âThank you for the unexpected visit.â
Naoya completely dismissed her comments as he tucked himself back into his pants, not in the right mood to respond.Â
âCool. Clean this mess up,â he demanded instead, âIâm leaving for work.âÂ
He ignored the womanâs 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.Â
But when he turned on his screen, his most recent notification had his blood turn cold.
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sex therapy :: 24. once upon a time
chapter tags/warnings: blasts into the pasts. infidelity/adultery. family drama. strong language. manipulation undertones. corruption.Â
word count: 3.6k
notes: much like how in my last arc i began to incorporate outside perspectives to enhance the overall story, in this next arc, i am trying out something that I personally have not done in my recent writing career: integrating flashbacks. seems simple, but i was against this technique for a while until i decided to test the limits of my comfort zone. enjoy my experimentation here as i played with pacing as well, and welcome to last and final part of sex therapy: the other side of paradise. likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo
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Toji Zenin had been raised to lead his household and family conglomerate since his birth.
His destiny was nearly a given.Â
As the oldest male among his many cousins, he had automatically been designated as a beacon for his generation. In fact, Tojiâs earliest memories were his once-tiny footsteps in the main Zenin residence several kilometers from Tokyoâs boundaries, steered by his caretakers into a study where he would spend his days partaking in a rigorous education.Â
Everyone understood Toji Zenin was no normal child, but a vessel to continue and one day head a bloodline that stretched back centuries. His servants whispered in hushed tones as he passed them, his relatives forced their smiles when he looked their way, and his ancestors had portraits with inked eyes that seemingly followed him.
Despite all the wealth and fortune behind him, younger Toji could not afford the luxury called freedom, for he had encountered many instances where he had to forgo football games with his friends or dinner plans with his classmates to prepare for his future as a cornerstone among the Japanese elite.
âYou are the chosen one,â his uncle Naobitoâthe Zenin patriarchâwould remind Toji during his school-age years.
Thus, playtime became replaced with study time, action figurines had been substituted for calligraphy brushes and paper scrolls, and manga volumes were swapped for thick texts on business psychology, corporate finance, and global economic theory.Â
To the delight of the older members in the Zenin family, Toji did not protest either.Â
Rather, the heir presumptive took a great interest in his academics, with a natural grasp for complex concepts and an innate initiative to explore these topics on his own accord. A true golden child, that was what Toji became known as. A star student in his intermediate school homeroom. The valedictorian in his high school class. A graduate with a dual degree from Harvard University. As his name got around, not only did Toji Zenin become regarded as intelligent, but also charismatic and wildly popular. The girls adored him, the boys wanted to be him, and Toji...well, believed his life was not as rosy as others made it out to be.
Not that he was complaining, per se.
After all, Toji had considered himself extraordinarily fortunate to be pronounced successor to a world-renowned business family and empire. However, he would be lying if he did not say the title came with immense pressure from both his relatives and the public: the rigid expectations for his behavior, the meticulously planned trajectory for his life, and the pressure for him to conform to a predetermined mold.
Certainly, there were times when Toji's actions conflicted with the Zenin clan's ideals (marrying someone outside his status, changing his last name as a result, re-marrying to a divorcee), but his senior relatives would begrudgingly excuse his decisions given that Toji was essentially irreplaceable.Â
Who else could the family trust to double the Zenin Corporationâs profit margins during a decade when the Japanese economy remained stagnant, to spearhead the conglomerateâs global expansion for the first time since the Perry Expedition, and to form alliances with industry leaders not only in East Asia but also abroad?
Absolutely nobody.
Nobody but him.
No one in his generation could come close to Tojiâs achievements.
Toji must not discredit the immense help his team has been to his success, either. When he assumed the CEO title years ago, he hand-picked the department heads that would report directly to him: Sukuna Ryomen with Investments and Real Estate, Choso Kamo with Engineering and Supply Chain Management, and Suguru Geto with Healthcare and Innovation. Together, in boardrooms and through countless meetings, Toji and his young (but extremely talented) crew had improved efficiency and profitability in a quickly expanding firm.
Which was why the last thing Toji expected after revealing the newest strategy proposal to Naobito Zenin was for the older man to say, "The good news is that you donât have to worry about that anymore.â
Toji hid his puzzlement as he stared back at the Chairman in the latter's office.Â
But all Naobito did was wave his hand in dismissal while sitting behind his ornate desk, clad in the regal-like robes befitting for the leader of the Zenin household and conglomerate. Behind him were centuries-old paintings and jade statues, to his side windows that offered city views from the business headquartersâs sixtieth floor.Â
âWhat do you mean, that I won't have to worry about this any longer?â Toji repeated, disappointed that an idea he honed for months had been shot down far too fast. âThis is a huge opportunity for us. The reason why Samsung, which has been our biggest competitor for decades, has been able to outpace our growth is because the company outsourced its manufacturing to countries abroad, developing sales networks acrossââ
âBecause, from now onwards," Naobito interjected coldly, not giving his nephew a chance to finish, "Toji Fushiguro will no longer be the heir and CEO.â
Naoya Zenin did not want to be a side character in a story meant for him.Â
As the very unfortunate second oldest male in his generation, he grew up in a universe where everything was Toji first, Naoya second...and that really pissed him off.
Teach Toji first, teach Naoya second. Protect Toji first, protect Naoya second. Let Toji lead first, andâon the off chance that the possibility presents itselfâlet Naoya lead second.Â
To add salt to the wound, every accolade and every nod seemed reserved for his cousin, as Naoya's achievements, no matter how significant, were constantly eclipsed by the glow that surrounded his older relative.
How could this possibly make sense?!Â
Naoyaâs father, not Tojiâs father, led the Zenin clan. Similarly, Naoyaâs father, not Tojiâs father, doubled the family companyâs revenues during his decades-long tenure. Therefore, Naoyaâand not Tojiâshould have been the rightful heir since his birth! Yet, just because whatever sperm and egg that created Toji Zenin met during a time far before Naoyaâs own existence, the latter had been relegated to the sidelines with no definitive role but to watch and wait.Â
Watching and waiting, however, was precisely what Naoya hated.
But what else could he do? In this very uptight household, Naoya could not stand a chance against his cousin when rules were rules and tradition was tradition.Â
Plus, the most annoying fucking thing was that Toji was indeed the perfect candidate to one day take over the Zenin household and conglomerate. Toji was handsome, Toji was smart, Toji was tact, Toji was this, Toji was thatâblah blah blah, holy fucking shit, was this infuriating. Such that when the younger cousin outwardly challenged the succession plans, Naobito would reply, âOver my dead body.â
Naoya expected a response like that from the clan leader, but that didnât mean the answer hurt the younger Zenin any less.
Meanwhile, Naobito could hardly bother to look up from his reports to pay his son any attention in his private office. Rather, he flipped from one page to the next, and then the next.Â
Was he even reading the goddamn document?Â
Tense as he stood before perhaps the most powerful businessman in Japan, Naoya tried to hide how he twiddled his thumbs, seeking his next words. âAs your only son, I thinkââ
âAs your only father, I think not,â Naobito interrupted, the finality in his tone offering no room for further disagreement. âThis is not my first time discussing this topic with you. As long as I am living and breathing, as long as I hold any stake in this family and business, I shall make the decisions I see fit,â and he still did not glance upward once, âThus, my decision right now is that Toji will take over when the time comes. Being my son means nothing here.â
At that, Naoya fell silent.Â
He observed his father as the latter thumbed through the rest of the report, pages upon pages filled with numbers and words and more numbers and more words. Completely mind-numbing, in Naoyaâs personal opinion, and when the Zenin patriarch reached the end, he stamped his signature on a blank line and added, âBesides, what do you have that Toji does not?â
Now, that question came from nowhere.
âIâŠâ  Oh, fuck. Why didn't he have an answer on the spot? âIââ
But Naobito did not stop.
âWhich bank is our largest financial lender? What technologies should we incorporate into our upcoming product line? What is our market share in the Japanese healthcare industry?â Seeing his son stumped, Naobito preyed on that as a chance to prove his point. âExactly. Toji would know that on the spot, and so would Sukuna, Choso, and Suguru. Thoseare the people I want to see leading our corporation. No relative or politician would want to see an incompetent imbecile like you running a multibillion-dollar business.â
Wow.
Naoya balled his hands by his side so tightly that his knuckles turned white. All his life, he strived to seek the same acknowledgment that his older cousin had been awarded, to be regarded with the same admiration that Toji received. Yet, these were the remarks that he got from his own father?
As though Naobito did not think he had been harsh enough, he huffed with disappointment and asked, âDo you even read our company reports at all, boy?âÂ
âOf course, I do.â Just maybe skipped a couple hundred pages in between, but skimming through the first and last sections had to count for something, no?
âWell, if you are doing that, why donât you also stop hopping from woman to woman for once? At least that would save our family some money from bribing publishers to take your photos down, and that would do your reputation a great deal, too. Even better, why not get married to someone like our COOâs daughter, for example?â
Settling with a stranger, huh?
Naoya wanted to bitterly laugh.
Sure, hell yeah, he'd do that. He would do anything if that would bring him closer to where he wanted to be.
Oh, but he had an even quicker route to his ascension.
âWait, Father, but about Toji Fushiguro," Naoya started, and since the conversation had originally been about his cousin anyway, he desperately took this opportunity to change his fate, "have you heard that our current CEO is also working as a sex therapist?â
How quickly Naoyaâs life has changed since then!
He could not recall another time when he had seen the color in his father's face disappear so quickly. All he did was divulge some scattered information about the unsavory activities that Toji and his right-hand men had been doing, even risking his father learning that he was involved in the work as well (but Naoya had always been good about concealing traces from his tainted past). But, from there, Naobito's views did a complete one-eighty! Even if his mental prowess could not compete with his cousinâs, Naoya used his storytelling skills to present a narrative that painted Toji in a compromising light while weaving himself in as the natural successor in his cousin's place.Â
The Zenin patriarch might be adamant about passing down the leadership role to Toji Fushiguro, but the very same old geezer had always possessed far too much ego to let his family members act in ways that would irreparably damage the household or company image, and Toji's involvement in sex therapy really took the cake!
To be fair, Naobito was a hubristic man whose primary source of satisfaction was to always remain at the top. He had dedicated his life to protecting his glorious household and corporation which he shed blood, sweat, and tears for. Nothing in this world could be more important than his pride, his clan, and his company, to the point where he would force his relatives to conform to his perfectionist standards. To be the best, to keep their honor intact, to be objective and heartless. This was the ideology that he wanted the Zenin family to have, and he had no issue showing the unambitious, the ungifted, and the uncommitted the door out.
Given this, Naoya could not believe how quickly twenty-five minutes could reverse his life trajectory that he had been bound to for the past twenty-five years!
Literally overnight, his father had cast Toji Fushiguro from the household, the original heirâs abrupt and unexplained exit leaving family members confusedâbut who were lowlifes like them to even think about challenging Naobitoâs decisions that were essentially law? Too bad, so sad. What mattered, of course, was that the spare heir was spare heir no more, and Naoyaâs body swelled from sweet victory when he stepped into the CEO office that was now his for the first time. Â
The room almost appeared frozen after Tojiâs swift departure with papers littered over the mahogany tabletop and books slightly misplaced on the nearby shelves. Well, there would be plenty of time to fix that. Right now, Naoya wanted to twirl, to dance, to shout with glee, but he froze when he noticed someone unexpected in the corner.
The visitor leaned against the wall with arms folded across her chest, and Naoya could not ignore her presence when she was the only other person in his executive suite. What the heck did she want?
When he finally looked her way, she flashed a bright smile.
Immediately, Naoya recognized this lady as his older cousin's wife. He had spoken with Mari Fushiguro several times before, most conversations revolving around something mundane like the weather or recent political news, but he never considered himself close with this in-law. An acquaintance was as far as he would designate the woman, and given that she supposedly did not come from nobility or wealth, Naoya did not find a reason to chit-chat with an unimportant person.
âFancy seeing you here, Mr. Zenin.â Springing from the wall, she tried to spin the encounter as a mere coincidence, but Naoya could read through such bullshit. âWhen was the last time we saw each other? Dinner at the Zenin residence last week? Before your shift at sex therapy on Saturday? I donât think we have caught up in a while.â
Upon stopping a meter away from her, he half-expected the woman to burst into rage. After all, Naoya just replaced her husband in a much-coveted position, and thatâs what women were famous for, no? For not being able to control their emotions and turn their resentment into vile knives?
âWhy are you here?â Naoya asked pointedly.Â
"Well." With the question, Mari tossed her hair to the side, a slow smile tugging on her reddened lips. "I have a special offer. Just for you."
Naoya scoffed when she batted her lashes. As if he would be swayed by corny crap like that. He already had this bitch that was obsessed with his dick as much as he was obsessed with her tits. (Although he had been ignoring her incessant texts this past month, yet let us not digress.)Â
Anyhow, Naoya might have an affinity for older women, but Mari Fushiguro seemed too much like a slut. She left her first husband (with whom she had a daughterâscandalous!), seduced and married his older cousin, and was now trying to go for someone more than a decade younger than her? While Naoya could not deny that she wasâin the frankest termsâhot as fuck, he could not see what else Toji saw in her.Â
"Go bother someone else,â Naoya deadpanned, uninterested knowing that he had recently been named the âMost Eligible Bachelorâ in the Japanese dating market.Â
In spite of that, Mari continued. âYour older cousin is not stupid enough to not avenge himself and his colleagues, and I  am not stupid enough to stay with my husband any longer. But, there goes a saying that âthe enemy of your enemy is your friend,â and...you see where I am going with this, right?â
As she paused, she closed the distance between herself and the new executive, wrapping his velvet tie around her index finger.
âPerhaps we can strike a deal. I want to be your friend, Naoya Zenin," and she offered him a little tug. "I want to file a divorce with Toji Fushiguro.â
You had always been in the blessed position to not worry about money or power.
Descending from an established last name, you already came from a lineage built upon successful businesspeopleâgenerations that spearheaded Japanâs industrialization and Westernization during the Meiji era, financed the countryâs rapid economic growth after the World Wars, and have since found themselves involved with every nook and cranny in Japanese aristocracy.
Although you did not find a particular interest in the political or corporate spheres, your niche in the upper echelon rested in philanthropy, the many âThank Youâ cards that you collected over the years a testament to your generosity and kindness.Â
âThe Peopleâs Angel,â the public dubbed you, a nickname that stemmed from your tireless efforts to support nonprofit organizations, educational programs, and charity funds. Plaques naming you âTop Donorâ covered your bedroom wall, while pages upon pages in search results expressed their gratitude for your volunteering efforts with their institutions.
With your name a synonym for grace and selflessness, your family supported you, your enemies aspired to be you, and the public absolutely and utterly adored you.
âJapanâs Very Own Princess Diana,â the title that Time magazine crowned you two years backâalthough you personally believed that you were many ways off from living up to such a designation. Still, nothing could fill your heart more than expending your resources to promote othersâ welfare, and similarly, you cared deeply about spending time with the people whom you valued the most.
âDad, have you been alright?âÂ
From the living room sofa, you glanced over at your father, who tossed into the couchâs other end with one long sigh. He hadnât taken off his work clothes, and he likely had not eaten dinner either, but this was his sixth night in a row in which he returned past eleven in the evening and his recent schedule began to worry you.Â
Despite sharing the same roof as him, your father had been too wearied to speak to or text you these past few days, instead heading straight to bed due to sheer exhaustion before he would wake up at five o'clock the next morning.Â
Being his daughter, you wished there was more to do to help him, yet you knew that your father operated in a realm far beyond your inexperienced comprehension.
As the Zenin Corporationâs COO massaged his forehead, he offered a tired smile. âApologies for not answering your calls earlier, dear. I promise that I am not ignoring you on purpose. JustâŠthings at work have been extraordinarily busy with a large shakeup in the executive teams. CEO being forced out, our directors resigning in response, new people coming in. A lot needs to be done from a transition standpoint."
Tucking your knees to your chest, you nodded with sympathy. You did not fully understand what this change entailed, with the corporate world always a foreign land in your view. (Honestly, you could not even name who the Zenin Corporationâs most recent CEO wasâwhich might sound embarrassing, but how many people in the world could accurately name the CEO of an impossibly larger  company like Apple?)
Nonetheless, you recognized that hectic periods like these came with your fatherâs role as a key figure in an enormous conglomerate, which made you appreciate his time with you even more.
Despite his demanding career, Daisuke L/N never allowed the corporate worldâs pressures to compromise his role as a loving father. Throughout your childhood, the days when he worked late into the evening were juxtaposed with his warm embraces when he returned home, and when your mother passed from this world many years ago, he did everything to ensure that he would fill two parental roles as one.
That was what made him a respected person, both in his professional and personal roles.
âWhat have you been up to?â the man brought up casually, undoing the burgundy HermĂšs tie that you gifted him on his recent birthday. As you hummed in thought, you expected him to follow up by asking about your recent fundraising gala or plans for the upcoming New Year, only for him to say, âBringing home any boys lately?â
Oh myâ
âAbsolutely not!â you shouted defensively, face growing hot at the question. âDad, you know I would tell you about all my dates beforehand. Iâm almost twenty-five, and because you have intimidated all my prospects, I still havenât had a proper boyfriend.âÂ
The older man chuckled, for he loved to bring out this pouty side in his one and only child. âI know, I know,â he continued to laugh, reaching over to tug at your cheek as if you were still in your kindergarten years. âJust teasing you. My little girl has grown up so fast. Soon, all you will be talking about is some random person and how you will be giving me grandbabies in no time.â
âDad!âÂ
Embarrassed, you swatted him away.
âIâm serious!â he proclaimed, raising his arms to feign innocence. As he then stood up to take off his blazer, he spun his right hand in circles. "Have you considered using that, uhâŠwhat's that American dating app that all the kids use these days? Tinkle? Tindell?"
His guesses made you laugh.Â
While the media painted Daisuke L/N as an almighty businessperson, this was who your father really was away from the spotlight.
"Yes, I have, and what you are referring to is Tinder," you corrected him. There was a reason he was the Chief Operating Officer and not the Chief Technology Officer.
âRight. Tinder.â
Just as your father prepared to take off toward his room and change from his suit, he whirled around one more time. "Or actuallyâŠhas anyone ever introduced you to our new CEO? His father mentioned that you two would be the perfect match."
Oh, there went your father trying to blindly set you up with someone again. Shaking your head, you leaned into the sofa's leather cushion.
"No, who is it this time?" you sighed.
Meanwhile, the older man who loved to play matchmaker smiled, glad that you asked.Â
"His name...is Naoya Zenin."
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sex therapy :: 23. homewrecker
chapter tags/warnings: naoya has sex with tojiâs older ex-wife. misogynistic! naoya. age gap. exhibitionism. creampies. masturbation. infidelity/adultery. family drama. strong language. plain manipulation. corruption.Â
word count: 3.8k
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Naoya Zenin had no qualms in calling himself the Master of the Universe.
He had everything he wanted in this world.
Money? Check. Power? Check. Fame? Also check.
Mind you, Naoya had to work hard to get into this position too. He didnât just sit around on the couch all day waiting for opportunities to come flying his way. He had to be proactive. He had some tough decisions to make. Like how he had to choose between spending the weekend on a golf course or a ski resort. Or if he should pull up to the next board meeting with a Patek Phillipe or a Rolex. Nothing in his sad and poor life came easy when he only grew up as a spare heir, always living in the shadow of his once almighty cousin.
Which was why nothing could fuel his ego more than watching Toji's ex-wife ride his dick like this was some fucking rodeo.
"Naoya, baby," Mari whined, flushed as she ground down hard on his cock, her pussy squeezing him to the point his sight became spotted with stars. "I'm so close."
âYeah?" Naoya managed to croak. His voice was hoarse; he longer recognized himself. He could only feel how his cock was splitting his mistress open, and with one long groan, he sank his face into her fat tits that were like clouds against his skin, his heavy balls slapping against her ass cheeks with each thrust up. "Gonna make a mess over my cock?â
She nodded confidently. âMhmâŠWeâre going to leave the sheets covered with cum.â
âFuck, yeah.â
Sighing, the woman leaned forward with her palm holding the headboardâs edge for dear life while the other groped her own breast to keep her bosom from moving wildly.
âDonât stop,â she mewled.
But shit, Naoya knew he was going crazy at this fantastically sexy sight. With this goddess before him, his mind and body wanted to go all in. No holds barred. He wanted nothing but to stuff this celestial being full of his cum, making sure her cunt would be aching when she woke up.Â
The Zenin CEO moaned at his lewd ideas, the mattress beneath them rocking back and forth from their combined forceful movements. Damn, he knew he should've booked a hotel room at the Ritz Carlton rather than at some InterContinental, where he knew (from experience) that the beds were sturdier and wouldn't be such an annoying mid-sex turnoff.Â
"I'm cumming!" Mari shouted in the midst of Naoya's haze, and his mind placed a screeching halt in his thoughts to focus solely on how her walls now squeezed around his cock, contracting around him in waves.Â
âShit.â
She might be twenty years older, but goddamn, did she still have that grip.
Naoyaâs climax didnât take long to follow. The way his mistress's hot body crumpled against him as she wailed out his name repeatedly was simply too much, his own breaths dissolving into a strangled moan as his orgasm consumed him. âHoly fuck.â
In one white flash, Naoya's vision went blank. Hot semen shot from his tip in intense bursts as Naoya plunged himself completely into one of the tightest cunts he'd ever fucked. (And yes, he had enough girlfriends and one-night stands to make this conclusion. Donât be silly to assume he didn't have experience.)
He panted hard, trying to catch his breath as Mari rolled over into the spot next to him, leaving their sweaty forms tangled in bed. As his heart slowed down from its marathon, he puffed his cheeks out and exhaled.Â
Wow.Â
He hadnât gotten his dick twisted like that in a while, and to award the star of tonightâs show, he faced his lover and pressed a kiss against her forehead.Â
âDrained my balls completely empty,â he hummed in sheer amazement, pulling the sheets to cover their naked bodies. If they hadnât gone for four whole rounds already, he would have hauled her into another episode of intense thrusting and moaning, perhaps slamming into her by those windows for the entire Tokyo area to see.
Giggling, the older woman slipped off the bed. She trailed toward the vanity mirror to re-apply her lipstick for what must be the millionth occasion. Not that Naoya was complaining because he had a thing for women with that cherry red on, and every time Mari went smacking her painted lips together, Naoya would find a way to get all that off.
All Naoya could picture in his head was how much he wanted to watch her suck him off again and see her print lipstick stains on his dick, from the base to the tip.
Well, fuck.Â
Heâs getting hard again.
To distract himself, he tossed over to the side, propping an elbow on a pillow and resting his chin on his palm. This gave him the perfect angle to watch his hot girlfriend while hiding the boner between his legs. A genius move.
Then, he thought aloud, âI donât know what I would have done without those nudes that youâve been sending me over these past several weeks.â
She purred, flattered. âLiked them?â
Naoya had to correct her.
âLoved them.â Recalling the slew of dirty photos that he had received over text made his eyes roll to the back of his head. âI would bring my phone to the bathroom just so I could beat off to your pictures in the shower. Even came on my screen once because I couldnât hold myself back a moment longer.â
Mari grinned from ear to ear from the compliment, staring into the mirror to wipe away a misplaced smear. âSo, you really missed me.â
Naoya nodded in acknowledgment, reaching for his unfinished glass of RĂ©my Martin that had been left on the bedside table. âMost certainly, I did.â
âOf course.â Through her reflection in the mirror, he saw her scarlet lips pucker into a pout. âWe havenât been together in weeks since you are always busy and all.âÂ
Despite her leveled tone, the bitter twinge caught Naoya off guard.Â
Did Mari think he did not care for her anymore after everything that he had done just this night alone? It was not like he had intentionally avoided her in recent weeks. Naoya had made himself extremely clear in the past that he had a company to run, a marriage to tend to, and a father to please.Â
Especially that last bit.Â
Naobito Zenin had been on Naoyaâs ass on what seemed like everything lately: âfinancial forecastsâ this and âearnings callâ that. The Chairman had been chasing him on whether he had been planning for his upcoming strategy discussion with the board, consulting with other C-suite members about new firm initiatives, and speaking with Daisuke (your father) about recent company operations. Immensely annoying. His very own father should at least have some sympathy, knowing that Naoyaâunlike his older cousinâdid not grow up with a business mindset drilled into his head.Â
With the family patriarch also now aware of his sonâs extramarital affair, Naoya must especially tiptoe around every interaction that involved his mistress.
After all, Naobito might have been turning a blind eye ever since discovering those scandalous paparazzi photos online, but he was no fool to ignore his sonâs funny business, especially if this would jeopardize the Zenin Corporationâs success and the proud familyâs reputation. In their most recent meeting, the older Zenin had reiterated that if there was any evidence that his sonâs affair may imperil the companyâs bottom line, there would be âsevere consequencesââand in these matters with his own father, Naoya understood that no punishment was off the table.Â
âSo,â Mari pressed, noticing the blondâs silence, âwhen are we going to see each other again?âÂ
Meanwhile, the woman before him was absolutely oblivious to everything that had been going on ever since Naoya rushed back to Japan from Mexico.Â
He would take the blame, too.
Naoya intentionally did not mention how his father discovered their scandalâs photos, to lessen Mari's worry. Turned out the decision bit him in the ass, given how the woman narrowed her gaze in suspicion.
With the glass of cognac now trapped between his teeth, he took a slow sip that burned down his throat like spiced liquid fire. The warm residue, a testimony to the drinkâs potency, pulsed through his veins like a slow-burning hearth as he sat up slowly.
âAs soon as I can.â
She surprised him with her fast response. âWhy not this weekend? We were supposed to go to your lakehouse in Switzerland soon, remember?â she pointed out, and Naoya had to conclude that she could not possibly be serious given that the European country called for a ten-plus hour flight from Tokyo, even with his Gulfstream.Â
âThat, I cannot do,â he replied, his tone firm.
If he went missing again, his father would be livid.Â
âWhy not?â an unaware Mari asked while walking over to the bed again and seated her naked form along the edge. âTrying to make time for your wife again?â
Interesting that she assumed you had a role in this. Frankly, Naoya had not thought about you the entire night, seeing you last as a sobbing mess in the penthouse.
As your husband, he should feel a teensy bit bad about cursing you off, but he had never been the one to chew on an emotion that did not serve him, so he quickly let that guilt go. This whole thing was your fault, anyway. Purposely poking around in his business, and then letting him have his way with you despite how obviously little he could care. As far as he can tell, he left you huddled up in an adorable little ball on the floor, sulking and crying over how badly you fucked up.Â
Pathetic.Â
That should teach you a lesson.
Perhaps Naoya would like to see a little backbone in you, but if that meant you may grow even more testy when around him, then he would rather not.
With his tongue running over his lower lip, he placed his glass atop the oak table again. âAbout my schedule,â he began, âno, my wife doesnât have to do with anything.â
âGood!â Mari huffed with finality, his answer giving her the green light to crawl across the mattress and push the covers off Naoya. She straddled him perfectly, allowing his latest load to trickle out slowly from her cunt and onto his thighs. âThatâs what I thought, that you two were over had your marriage certificate not existed. Besides, what was that you had texted me?â she continued as if she wasnât pressing her slicked pussy against his semi-hard cock. âThat your wife had been cheating on you for who knows how long.âÂ
He nodded. âPretty much.â
âDisgusting,â the older woman spat, rolling her eyes at your audacity. âSo, sheâs a spoiled brat and a two-timer. For someone from her noble background, your wife is one dumb and cheap whore.â
Quite an ironic statement given who was talking, but Naoya kept his mouth shut at the thought. Rather, his hands kneaded his mistressâs fat butt, which at least helped him keep his mind away from things he didnât want to think about.Â
âYeah, she sure is a slut,â he agreed.
Naoya sent a convincing smile in between his words, and he could practically see Mariâs face light up from his validation.Â
âSee! Exactly!â she exclaimed. âThat bitch never lived a hard day in her life and is already blessed with everything the world can possibly give herâwealth, respect, a good last name. Yet, she dares to act like she has nothing?!â Enraged, she threw her hands into the air from frustration. âMight as well just leave someone as entitled as her! Filing a divorce is simpler than you think, speaking from my own experience. Once the whole world understands that sheâs a nobody unmatched by you, everyone would support your decision, right?â Wrong. His father surely would not. But to satiate his own curiosity, he let her continue. âNot to mention, baby, people would respect you more as a businessman without your current wife.â Wrong again.Â
His hands might be tracing another womanâs curves, but Naoya understood that he needed you if he hoped to ascertain his ascendancy in the company. That was why his father, with his lifeâs many decades, easily recognized this necessary union and had pressed for this marital arrangement.
To the Zenin family, you were the perfect addition.Â
Descending from a line of honorable financiers, you not only had the right connections to the upper echelon since birth but also were the daughter of the Zenin Corporationâs Chief Operating Officer. Yet, most importantly, you were incredibly elegant, classy, and admired, exactly the person people would want to be associated with if they wanted to clear their public images and tarnished pastsâŠand exactly the impeccable character that Naoya needed by his side.
His marriage to you served him as not a bond forged upon mutual love, but rather a calculated decision to leverage your virtuosity as a cloakâor moreso, a distraction. With the public adoring you, Naoya could confidently hide his lack of competence and credentials behind your flawless paragon. Goddamnit. He fucking hated how he relied on you more than you depended on him (albeit you might not realize this), but until his father kicked the bucket, what could Naoya realistically do? Â
Therefore, dissolving this shrewd alliance between him and you would be detrimental not only to two distinguished bloodlines but also to Naoya in particular.
He already skirted around being shown out the door once.
Given Naobito's recent stringency, there was no room for Naoya to make another mistake again.
But rather than dealing with an upset Mari if he chose to reveal these facts, Naoya instead patted her head with encouragement and brushed her brown locks. âThatâs my smart girl,â he praised, tilting his head forward to express his agreement.Â
Flustered at the commendation, she went on without much thought. âIâm so glad you agree with me, baby. Thatâs justâŠThat is a thought that has been on my mind for a while, but,â and she paused briefly to formulate her next words carefully, âI mean, I only want the best for you. Naturally. So, maybe there are better people to spend your money on and life with.â
Now, Naoya would admit that he can be shortsighted at points, but he was not that stupid to realize that she was alluding to herself.Â
âI appreciate you for thinking about me,â he still said, because he must stay on her good side if he hoped for a comprehensive answer to his following question, âBy the way, do you know any new rumors going around about Toji?â
The said manâs ex-wife perked up visibly at the question. Even though she was busy plotting your downfall a moment ago, the mention of Toji inveigled her such that she would push all her other thoughts aside.Â
Although Mari had presented divorce papers to her then-husband earlier this year, Naoya continued to allowâin fact, encouragedâMari to still visit Toji on the occasion. He didn't give two hoots that his mistress was getting railed by his cousin if that meant that she came back with fresh dirt about him, allowing Naoya to indulge in his custom-tailored version of Keeping Up with the Kardashians.
âI had an appointment with him yesterday." Using her fingers, Mari combed through her dark strands. âCrazy that you used to work with him and his stupid little entourage, right?"
âThat is crazy.â Had he not been reminded, Naoya would have nearly forgotten that he used to work as a sex therapist too up until earlier this year. In that office was where he befriended the then-Mari Fushiguro, although he had known her years prior as an in-law. Naoya only terminated his position after his father finally decided to hand his only son (rather than his nephew) the CEO and heir apparent titles. âTo think that now I oversee a large conglomerate,â he stated proudly, âso unlike everyone else, I have matured and am off to better things.â
"Funny for you to say that,â the woman resumed, now twirling her hair out of habit. âDo you remember your office in the middle of their hallway? Only recently did I realize someone scratched out your name from the doorâs plaque. Donât even know who did that.â
What pettiness.
What was this?
Middle school?
Were the other therapists that butt hurt when Naoya turned against them to propel himself toward his well-deserved future as the Zenin Corporationâs heir? âChoso probably did that. He is the type to hold grudges and act upon them.âÂ
Even if he has to kill, Naoya mentally added from what he recalled about his former co-worker but preferred to keep that morbid possibility to himself.
âThat makes sense. I never liked Choso anyway. He will talk shit about you to your face,â Mari declared, which launched her into a soliloquy about her grievances regarding the other therapists that Naoya used to work with. âMeanwhile, Geto smiles too much. Creeps me out.â Agreed. âSukuna is overly cocky.â True. âThen, Toji,â and this is the part that Naoya really wanted to hear about, âhas been distancing himself from me these days.â
Why, this was not the news that Naoya hoped for.Â
Rather than soaking in joy from hearing about Tojiâs demise, Naoya instead felt his stomach drop from a sinking dread.
While he found some sick gratification in pleasing his cousin's past partner both emotionally and sexually, the more important reason he needed this MILF in his life was to monitor his estranged cousinâs moves from afar.
She was merely the perfect spy.
What better source of intel was there in this world besides Tojiâs former spouse, who simply walked up to Naoya and offered her espionage services the day she learned that her then-husband was no longer set to inherit the Zenin thone? All that she asked in return was a little money and a little physical attention, which was easy for Naoya to throw at her.
After rightfully (and he must place emphasis on that last word) taking back what he was entitled to, Naoya was positive that Toji had a target placed on his back. Therefore, Naoya needed Mari's updates on Toji and Co. to protect himself, to protect his position, and to protect the status quo that he had worked so hard for.
If Toji stopped talking to Mari completely, how else would Naoya keep his threats under watch?
âDo you have ideas on why Toji is giving you the cold shoulder?â
Pressing her bare chest to Naoyaâs toned ones, Mari stopped briefly in contemplation but ultimately shrugged. âDo you think heâs getting suspicious? That he realized I left him for his younger cousin Naoya?â
âNo,â the said man denied vehemently. âThat cannot possibly be.â
Naoya had been extremely careful in keeping his extramarital relationship as discreet as possible. For example, the moment he learned about those photos of him and his mistress en route to Mexico, he immediately called every publisher to have them take the pictures down, no matter the monetary cost.
He made sure to leave no crumbs along his trail and refused to believe in the contrary. âAny other reasons you can think of?â
With Naoya not reciprocating her libido, Mari started to appear visibly annoyed. âMaybe heâs moved on," she suggested, answers curt. "Maybe he'd found another person.â
If Naoya thought the first hypothesis was alarming enough, this second explanation definitely took the cake.Â
At least, if Toji had truly gotten suspicious about Mariâs affiliation with the current Zenin successor, Naoya somewhat had some control over that situation. Divert the paparazzi. Create cover-up stories. Bribe more publishers. Find each and every way possible to take the spotlight off him and his secret affair.
On the other hand, there was not much Naoya could do if Toji no longer found interest in his ex-wife.
Huh.
Well, that wasn't quite good.
How could Naoya play his next move?
Or had Toji been playing him all along?
Strategize.
Naoya needed to strategize. C'mon, he was the fucking CEO of the fucking Zenin Corporation. He had done strategizing plenty of times before, so why was his mind suddenly going blank on what to do next?
âWho has Toji taken interest in?â Naoya found himself asking, desperate for information.
âBeats me.â Mari guided his hands to trace her curves, cupping her breasts with Naoya's palms to urge him to massage the rounded mounds. âAlthough, think about this: she cannot merely be anybody,â and she released her grip around his wrists to start counting with her fingers, âOne, she has to be well-off. Therapy ain't cheap. Two, she is stuck in a bad relationship. And three, she is also stuck with bad sex.â
What a good approach to the situation, narrowing down the potential suspects and investigating from there!
Who knew some women had the smarts in them to devise such detailed commentary? That was what Naoya loved about mature and more experienced psyches in ladies like her.Â
Now, her brilliant analysis reminded him of someone, but he couldnât exactly place his finger on who.Â
Whatever, because with this turnaround in the mystery, Naoya decided he would figure this out soon enough.
Triumph was right within his reach.
It was only a matter of time until his aging father Naobito, the one person who had the final say in all company and familial matters, solidified his Last Will and Testament to ensure his wonderful only son Naoya would be the successor to the multibillion family-run conglomerate, condemning Toji Fushiguro to be dwarfed by his little cousin forever.Â
But first, he must treat his paramour to a much-deserved reward that would render her limping in the morning.
With all the moving parts falling into place, Naoya burst into a wicked cackle by her left tit, leaving Mari staring back at him with a confused frown.
"What's so funny?" she demanded to know.Â
âDonât worry about it,â Naoya assured between snickers, leading his mistress forward by gently pulling her waist toward him. He attached his mouth to the nipple, flicking the bud with his tongue as he added, âWhat you should worry about, though, is how you will walk when you wake up after how sore Iâm going to make you.â
The cheesy comment made Mari laugh as she batted her long lashes. She saw where this was going, and her large chocolate-colored eyes sparkled with an excited twinkle as she met his hazel ones, her thin lips stretching into a Cheshire Cat grin from delight.
"Baby," she cooed, "the dirty things you say to me make me forget that you have a wife at home sometimes."
Something about her remark made Naoya chuckle even more heartily as his mind meandered back to his nearly forgotten spouse: his wife.
HisâŠwife.
Wait.
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sex therapy :: 22. little dark age
chapter tags/warnings: megumi is very mean but he's very uwu in the end. dad! toji. angsty! megumi. family drama. mentions of death. classism. strong language.
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The next morning, you woke up alone in Tojiâs bed.
Sunlight filtered into the room through the lace curtains, the brash beams softened into a gentle glow, a cinnamon and honeysuckle candle flickering in the corner.Â
While you could be disappointed that Tojiâs warm presence was not beside you, this was your chance to stretch out on the mattress and rub at your eyes, feeling the crisp sheets against your skin.Â
With your mind growing more alert, memories from last night made their way back into your mind: how Toji touched you, kissed you, fucked you, made you feel so sexy. Only he could make you feel like he was the luckiest man alive. That you were the only girl in the world.
Like an idiot, you curled into a smiling and giggling ball, kicking your feet in a flustered bout.Â
Even with six months of marriage under your belt, it was actuallyâŠweird, to remember sex as something enjoyable and fun, rather than an obligatory action.
Sure, Toji might view last night as normal given his abundant sexual endeavors in the past. But this was totally a different thing for you. Naoya had never bothered with âunnecessary actsâ like aftercare, after all.
Hell, he could not even care to look at you most nights.
Several weeks back, you would have been racked with guilt.
However, you have recently discovered a renewed sense of self-worth, a belief in your own agency and right to pursue happiness outside your tattered marriage. This was the realization that, if Naoya Zenin could feel like he could do whatever he wanted, you could too.Â
You could do better.
Toji had said so himself.
Not to mention, with Toji, you were heard.Â
You were understood.Â
With him, you were special.
Keeping these thoughts in mind, you practically hopped toward the bathroom and washed up, then skipped down to the lower level to search for him. Looking for him didnât take long when the kitchen bustled the sounds of cupboards being opened then closed, the clatter of metal forks against porcelain plates.Â
You rushed in that direction, unconsciously smiling at how thoughtful Toji was to be preparing breakfast. He must be anticipating you to be awake soon (and how surprised he would be to see that you had risen from your slumber already!).
So you can imagine how disappointed you were when you turned into the kitchen doorway, ready to implode from giddiness, and Toji was not the person you saw.
Rather, you found Tojiâs son.
Megumi did not even notice you at first.
He leaned over the kitchen island, his upper body shifted onto the one forearm that rested casually on the counterâs surface, his free hand swiping at his phone. His gaze was locked onto the device which was why he had not sensed your presence, instead occupied with reading his friendsâ texts and chuckling to himself as he scrolled through the messages.
Megumi looked like a completely different person now that he wasnât clearly pissed off.
The contrast was like night and day.Â
His morning appearance was remarkably neat. With the abundant lighting, his tall and fair features became clear, with sparkling dark eyes that glimmered like the evening sky. He had taken off his rings and been wrapped snugly in a baggy brown pajama set.Â
For once, he lookedâŠsoft and sweet, and when he laughed heartily at his screen, everything in his smile was a reminder that this young man was nothing but a kid in the end.Â
Briefly, you did not want to believe that this was the same anguished teenager you had encountered last night. All over, you searched for one singular flaw. A loose strand. A crack in his lips. A budding, rosy pimple. But, with Megumi, there was nothing.
How could this possibly be the same person who accused you of being a demon, who lashed at his father for thinking with his dick rather than his head? As you wondered how your plain presence could turn such an innocent boy into someone filled with contempt, your heart filled with chagrin.Â
âYuuji, this bumbling idiot,â he snickered quietly at a video from his friends. As he pressed replay, he brutally stabbed an apple slice with his fork and popped that bit into his mouth. âIf your older brother hasnât already, Nobara is definitely going to whoop your ass.â
Still chuckling, he shifted his weight, leaning from one arm to another, and thatâŠwas when he spotted you.
Quickly, his grin fell flat.Â
âOh,â you heard him mumble.Â
Even a half-brained goldfish could tell Megumi was horribly disappointed to see you here. He straightened up a bit, chalking up the invisible and seemingly impenetrable wall that you recognized from last night.
Megumi didnât want to smile. He didnât want to be your friend. For all he cared, you only stopped by for a few hours in his life, and he had no obligation or expectations to ever see you again.
So, with that, the atmosphere became thick and awkward.Â
Horribly awkward.Â
âH-Hey,â you uttered, unsure of what else to say as the gloomy teenager turned around toward the refrigerator and effectively ignored your presence.Â
He did a terrific job in avoiding your gaze as he reached for an orange juice carton and a new glass, pouring himself a drink in silence once he returned to the kitchen island. Since you were older, you shouldn't feel humiliated by how you were being treated like a fly on the wall by an eighteen-year-old.Â
Yet, you were.Â
Megumi made you feel irrelevant and insignificant, as though all idiosyncrasies that made you feel helpless in your marriage came to haunt you through him.
He could hardly bother to glance in your direction even as he downed his drink, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he did. Then, once his glass sat empty, he treated himself to another cup.Â
All in silence.
When Megumi finally decided that, fine, he could not simply pretend you didnât exist forever, he turned to face you and asked, âWhy are you still here?â
The question caught you unprepared, leaving you frozen like a deer caught in the headlights.
Although Megumi didnât roll his eyes on the spot (which probably demanded great self-control from himself), he leveled a piercing stare that bore right into yours. For a moment, his looks resembled his fatherâs greatly, but the intensity in his indigo eyes was nearly palpable, like a spear that grazed along your throat.Â
Instantly, your mouth dried at the scrutiny, his look disapproving and judgeful.Â
Perhaps you should head to the water cooler, hoping to rehydrate yourself and avoid his direct line of sight in the process. He left you unsettled with how he examined you with narrowed eyes, likely sending death wishes your way.
âIâm here becauseââÂ
You paused.
Here because your father and I fucked last night in the bathroom two doors down from you.Â
No. In times like these, honesty was not the best policy. Knowing this, you felt more exposed than ever in Megumiâs presence and tugged at your shirt collar to cover the dark marks on your neck, but the teenager had already seen them all.
âUnbelievable,â he scoffed, his eyelid twitching with irritation.Â
Megumi slammed his glass down in exasperation (which, to your amazement, did not shatter despite the force), and he stormed into the next room over.
His signs were clear that he would rather not spend another minute talking to you, but you persistently trailed behind him. There was still a lot to understand about him. At the very least, you would like to sort things out.
On the other hand, he wanted to avoid all that, escaping into the library. Even with your goal for conversation, you had to slow down in awe to admire the newly discovered space. A grand brick fireplace occupied the wall opposite the entrance, a magnificent woodblock painting hanging above the mantel as plush beanbag chairs encircled the hearth. Shelves crafted from dark cherry wood lined the rest of the vicinity's perimeter, showcasing not only an impressive literary collection but also antique figurines and framed family photos.Â
âLeave me alone,â Megumi deadpanned amidst your amazement. "My dad's busy on a call in his home office upstairs, but that doesn't mean you should be following me now."
He could never let up on you, could he?
âWell, no one ever said I was following you.â
âYes, you totally are. Why else are you tailing me here?â
You shrugged. âBecause this is a nice apartment, and Iâm just exploring.â
âWell, Iâm sure you live in a very nice place too, given who your husband is.â
A small part of you was still amazed at how publicized your life was given your ties to the Zenin Corporationâs CEO, but you had been growing accustomed to the attention in recent weeks.
âI like the aesthetics here, though. Drawing inspiration for my own place.â
âWhatever,â he grumbled in finality but did not miss how you stopped at one particular framed photo. Immediately, he rushed to your side, the proximity introducing you to his grapefruit fragrance that was accompanied by ambery cedar notes. Forcefully, he swung his sleeve in front of your face and hampered your view. âNuh-uh! Donât be nosy.â
âIâm not being nosy!â you protested. âThat was your baby pictureââ
âYes, exactly. So, you are nosy,â said a Megumi trying to hide his embarrassment. âYouâre a dreadfully nosy, horribly pushy, and appallingly insistent old snooper.â
âOld snooper?!âÂ
Sure, you werenât a high schooler anymore, but that didnât mean you were old.
âControl yourself,â Megumi went on, ignoring how offended you have become. âYouâre victimizing us all.â
While Megumiâs original mission was to slink away and enjoy his personal space, he now decided that he had to monitor your every movement instead, worried about what other awfully cute childhood photos you might come across if left alone. Knowing there was no use in arguing with a stubborn teenager, you took your gaze away from the photos and spotted a large maroon pennant plastered above the doorway.Â
âOh, Harvard?â you asked,Â
âYes, my dad completed his college degree there. Double major in economics in psychology,â he stated matter-of-factly, not that you were surprised. âThat, and Iâll be starting school there this fall.â
âOh, congratulations!" you praised (and questioned why Harvard would accept a cynic like him) before using this chance to make some meaningful conversation. "My husband also went to school in the United States as well. He could give advice about starting university in a foreign country. He went toââ
âYes, Yale.âÂ
Wow. Just how many hours did Megumi Fushiguro spend on Naoya Zenin's Wikipedia page? Obsessed much.
Creepy, even.
âWell, look whoâs the snooper now,â you teased the boy, jokingly pointing out how he seemed to know more about you than you knew about him.
But perhaps, that was a terrible idea.
Megumi stopped, falling quiet as he turned back slowly to face you. His lips were pressed, as though he internally debated what charged and hateful thing to say next.
How dare you involve yourself in his matters? How dare you use his words against him? Arrogance was never a classy trait. So, how dare you challenge Megumi, an incoming freshman at one of the best universities in the world, while you were a sidepiece in Japanâs aristocracy.
You braced yourself, expecting a barrage of insults, until he asked, âAre you feeling better since yesterday night?â
Caught off guard, you froze, not sure if you heard him right.Â
Meanwhile, Megumi did not meet your gaze. He almost appeared ashamed to do so, regarding the nearby bookshelf instead, his long fingers running over the wooden engravings.
The room, once filled with apprehension, now held a rare glimmerâa shred of kindness that left you realizing how complex the teenager was.
To respect his space, you stayed put from where you stood, the library growing quiet while waiting for your answer.  Â
âI am better, thank you for asking.â
While Megumi tilted his chin forward in thought, he still did not glance your way. He stayed silent for a long while, sucking on his teeth.
âSorry,â the boy spoke up again. With his head hung low, he took in a deep breath through his nostrils before admitting, âI know I'm a complete asshole sometimes.â
This, naturally, was the last thing expected from the younger Fushiguro. Observing him from your position, you noticed how his features softened as he thumbed through the shelved pages of one book.
Was this real?
Five minutes ago, this was Angsty Megumi. The donât-bother-me Megumi. The hated-your-fucking-guts Megumi.Â
Yet suddenly, he began apologizing. While Toji presumably had some influence in bringing about this change, Megumi appeared to mean what he said given his idle fidgeting.
The easierâand frankly, more childishâcomeback was to make a scene and accuse him back. After all, Megumiâs slander and actions had torn a hundred gashes at your fragile heart, but you knew better than to hold grudges at your age. âThank you, I appreciate that.â
Another silence, this break twice as long as the last. He continued to drill his stare into something far less interesting, but only because he seemed hesitant to speak more. His lips parted and then closed as he visibly fought with himself regarding his next words.Â
âThis doesnât mean I trust you, though.â
Oh. Just when you thought you advanced two steps ahead, you had merely been circling around square one. Right, you should have expected that because this was only the first time you two were holding some semblance of a civil dialogue. But, despite all this internal rationalization, that didnât make your disappointment any less.
âThatâŠis fair,â you replied, trying to mask the rejection in your tone though the defeatedness still bled through.Â
âLook,â Megumi started quietly.Â
He sighed and ran a hand down his dark hair. When he finally turned to you again, gone was the outright scorn that once dwelled in his eyes, replaced by a countenance far more sad. His lips pursed into a strained line, his forehead marked with concern, and brows furrowed ever so slightly.
âI donât know what your intentions are. JustâŠplease donât hurt my dad.âÂ
Your chest tightened.Â
Megumi could judge you for all he wanted, but you felt unfairly blamed. He had said something similar last night. What could youâa young and inexperienced housewife to the Zenin family, yourself with no real powerâpossibly do to hurt Toji?
âI donât know what you mean.â
The boy stared at his feet, rocking on his heels. âDadâs been through a lot. All to protect me. But, as an unfortunate result, he had made several awful decisions in the past to the point I feel like I am the one watching out for him instead. Ever since my mother passed away, he had been a mess.â
Ever since his mother passed away.
While you were aware that Toji had an ongoing affair with âTsumikiâs mom,â you had not stopped before to think about Tojiâs other past wife who must be Megumiâs mom, much less wrap your head around the possibility that the latter no longer existed in this world.
Not that you were to blame.
Toji, who preferred to keep many private matters to himself, didnât mention his first wife in conversations before, her premature death being a likely reason.
This might be rude, but you had to ask, âWhat happened to your mother?â
Megumi had expected the question, putting on a front to seem tough and act as though the past didnât bother him. Yet, pain flashed visibly across his face.
âInvolved in an accident many years ago. She was an event coordinator and traveled to Canada to visit a vendor when she crossed an intersection, and thenâŠâÂ
He paused.
Even though you had an inkling about what he was to do next, adrenaline coursed through as Megumi raised his outstretched fingers and collided them to create the letter T.
âBoom. Gone.â
Your heart sank.Â
How come no one had ever mentioned this to you before?Â
While you could understand why Toji did not want to discuss this traumatic event, the other therapists never brought up their leader's tragic history either. Therefore, the realization wrecked youâto think about how a young womanâs life could vanish from an unpredictable freak accident, leaving behind a husband who could never tell his wife that he loved her one last time and a son who could never feel his motherâs tender affection again.
âThatâs horrendous,â was the most appropriate reaction you could conjure to sum up your thousand thoughts. âIâm so sorry. I didnât knowâŠâ
Your voice trailed off.Â
Despite the time to process, you still didnât know the proper verbiage. Only now were you scratching the surface regarding who Toji and Megumi Fushiguro truly were, and you could only wonder what else there was to know about them.
âDonât say sorry to me.â Noticing your loss for words, Megumi had interjected. âI donât remember much about my mom since I was seven when she passed, so not that I really care anyway.âÂ
A lie. The teenager tried to seem unbothered, but his voice wavered. Even Megumi himself must have noticed how he began choking up a little, turning away to distract his sadness.Â
âMy dad, thoughâŠâ Megumi continued, but he didnât need to finish his sentence for you to understand the rest. âHe truly loved my mom.â After propping his elbow against a nearby shelf, he rested his head on his palm and sighed. âHe had given up everything just to be with her.â
Both warmth and sadness shone through like he was retelling a bittersweet story of star-crossed loversâtwo people deeply in love yet destined to be apart.
âI see.â
âDad has not been the same since,â the boy continued to explain. âHe slept around a bunch and got charmed by some pretty lady. Blinded, my dad got married to her and life had been a living hell afterwardâtreated me like a bag of shit, spent all my dadâs money on her shopping sprees every weekend, and even neglected her own daughterâmy stepsisterâwhich forced my dad to raise her instead.â In the end, Megumi huffed loudly in exasperation and seethed in anger, his hands balled into fists that turned his knuckles white. âAÂ fucking bitch.â
Heâs talking about Tsumikiâs mom, you realized.Â
âTheyâve gotten divorced, no?â you inquired, referring to Toji and his second wife.
âThank all the Shinto gods, they did! About several months ago, yes. Would have taken their marriage certificate into my own hands if they hadnât by now!â Megumi exclaimed, extending his hands out to rip an imaginary piece of paper for illustrative purposes. âThatâŠThat whore did my father really dirty during the years they were together. No, the craziest shit is that she continues to bother my dad all the fucking time.â Scoffing, he threw his arms into the air. âSheâs got a new shiny boy toy, so why is she still trying to bother the ex-husband that she placed the divorce papers in front of?â
His eyes slid to observe you, as though he attempted to read through your thoughts or elicit some reaction. Therefore, when you did not, Megumi simply continued.
âI am this close,â he leaned forward, bringing his thumb and index closer just about together, â this close to placing a restraining order on that lunatic. For my sake, for my stepsister Tsumikiâs sake, and for my fatherâs sake.â Then, he dropped his hands down in one long sigh. âTherefore, I hope you can understand why I have trust issues.â
With this newfound information, you finally understood why Megumi had been so hostile to you during your first few encounters with him. He had a good reason to be. With all these years gone by, he hadnât seen anything good come out of his fatherâs escapades ever since his motherâs passing, and Megumi was desperate and determined to protect what he had left.Â
Like you, Megumi knew that Toji deserved none of this.
Toji did not deserve to agonize alone after his first wifeâs untimely death, he did not deserve to be taken advantage of by his second wife who sought opportunity in his heartâs emptiness, and he did not deserve the suffering of having no one by his side to comfort him during these times.Â
Seriously, how could you possibly be complaining about bad sex to a man whose lowest lows tortured him far beyond your comprehension? Juxtaposing your therapistâs tragedyâfrom loss to grief to betrayalâagainst yours made your problems seem minuscule compared to the vast amount in his. Even though Toji suffered through many colossal heartaches, he still lived, smiled, and gave each day his all, living through the halcyon days of sunshine.Â
Meanwhile, Megumi stared at the ring that was already on your finger. âAre you going to marry my dad?"Â
Spit nearly catapulted past your mouth.Â
âWhat?â you blurted, dumbfounded.Â
âI donât want another stepmother,â Megumi clarified, assuming that the answer to his question would be yes. âI just want a mother.â He crossed his arms and hugged himself, the loneliness evident in his orotund voice. âIâŠwant to know what having a mom feels like again.â
You could feel and see, for the first time since you two met, the vulnerability that resided within Megumi. A side that would only come out whenever he thought about his childhood, which must have been filled with love, joy, and beautiful memories.Â
Seeing this made your heart tear with sympathy.Â
Because, in him, you saw a reflection of yourself.
âBack when I was in high school, my mother passed away after a long battle with kidney cancer,â you divulged, recognizing and validating his sorrow. "The immediate years after were extremely difficult for me because I had known my mother for so long in my life, and I sought a presence that could replace hers. My father, like yours, recognized my struggles and took it upon himself to fill my mother's shoes. Still, my mother cannot ever be replaced, and I similarly do not think I can completely substitute your mother either. But there is one thing for you to know: that my very last goal would be to hurt you and those you care about, Megumi.â
Words, you knew, did have the capabilities to mend the rift alone, so you took slow steps toward him. In the closed distance, the desolation in his eyes became more vivid, the ever-present struggle between his confused emotions and the barriers he fortified to protect himself and those he loved.Â
Without saying more, you tugged at his arm and pulled him into an embrace.
Beneath your hands, you could feel his shock.
He resisted at first, a subtle rigidity in his frame.
Gradually, however, those tense muscles in his body softened as he sunk in the warmth you provided him. His shoulders seemed to lower along with his guard, and he leaned into the hug. Not every issue may have been resolved, but at that moment, you found a common ground with Megumi that replaced the once-charged disagreements with a consolation transcending words.
âI only know a small part of your story, but I want to be here for you,â you whispered, voice a soothing murmur.Â
Megumi did not respond immediately, but his grip on your shirt tightened as if acknowledging the shared vulnerability. There was warmth from his body that assuaged your broken and throbbing heart, and with great sincerity, you hoped that he could at least get the same comfort from you. Like a little child, he rested his head by your neck and let out a deep breath.Â
âThank you for talking to me.â
With a sad smile, you patted his back. âOf course.â
Even the room seemed to exhale in relief, releasing the lingering tension that had gripped the vicinity.
The peace and serenity were only interrupted when a holler thundered from the upper floor.
âBoy!â Toji, who must be done with his call now, boomed. âI told you to clean the bathroom, already! Mopping and scrubbing today!â
Megumi groaned at the command and peeled away from your touch. âIâm going to do that soon!â he shouted into the void, hoping that his voice somehow made its way back to his father.
âThatâs what you said an hour ago!â
âOkay, yeah, heâs right,â Megumi conceded, huffing. He stepped back, a faint blush dusting across his pale cheeks.
âIâll be back,â he muttered shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. âJust some chores to do. Sorry.â
Toji must be lucky to have such a good son like him.
âNo worries.â
With Megumi rushing out to obey his fatherâs commands, you found the library now all yours. You were smiling ear to ear, your entire body much lighter now that you had resolved many misunderstandings with Megumi. As you waited for his return, you scanned the room in search of something to help you pass the time, your gaze fell upon the Harvard pennant again, this time also noticing the framed document that hung beneath the banner.Â
âWhat is this?â you mumbled to yourself.
Yes, as Megumi had pointed out about you earlier, you were incredibly ânosy.â In your defense, this was your chance to learn more about the Fushiguros, a family whose past you just began to uncover through the conversations earlier.Â
Besides, what harm could be done from just some innocent curiosity?
You approached the piece slowly, unable to comprehend the English print quickly when your first language was Japanese. Yet, with just enough foreign language reading skills, you figured that this document was in fact a Harvard University diploma. Impressed, you admired the gold embossed letters, the university's iconic emblem, and the dark ink that conferred the degree toâŠÂ
TojiâŠZenin.
What?Â
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sex therapy :: 21. daddy toji
chapter tags/warnings: **can be read as a stand-alone!** daddy toji, in every sense of the word. toji also calls himself daddy. unprotected sex. creampies. megumi is down the hall! masturbation. exhibitionism. toji likes that itâs his cousinâs wife that heâs fucking. infidelity/adultery. possessiveness. sexual frustration. degradation. praising. pet names (âprincessâ and âsweetheartâ). manipulative undertones. family drama. strong language.
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notes: tattooed dr. fushiguro can only be a gentleman for so long when it's his little cousin's wifey around. likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo
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âWhy donât you give daddy a show?â
Nothing could make you feel more exposed than this very moment on Toji Fushiguroâs bathroom counterâyour bosom heaving from irregular breaths, your arms holding up your body, and your legs spreading across the granite surface so that you could offer up a good view. So that you could put your naked self on display.Â
Just for him. Just for your sex therapist.
Just for Dr. Fushiguro.
You gulped while pressing your back against the cold ceramic walls, hoping for some relief from your impending humiliation. âE-Excuse me?âÂ
âCâmon, sweetheart,â Toji crooned, and the pet name had your heart skipping a beat. Lazily, he dragged a lone finger from your stomach to your center, prodding right at your soaking entrance despite your efforts to shrink away. âDonât be shy. Iâm just your therapist. Let me see what youâve learned.âÂ
With much endearment, he watched you writhe. Being in the spotlight scared you, but he knew you would hate to disappoint.Â
At the very least, you should demonstrate some appreciation.Â
âLike what?â you asked, voice barely above a squeak.
âWell,â and amusement riddled his grin, âshow daddy what he had taught you, baby.â
And goodness did all this daddy talk really turn you on. Toji could see how your figure tensed at the words, how you clenched around nothing from sheer need. (Did you think he would not notice?)
âPlease,â you sighed, poorly hiding how your breath hitched. âPlease donât call yourself that.â
âCall myself what?â
Obviously a rhetorical question, yet Toji loved the bafflement on your ditzy face nevertheless.
âYou knowâŠâdaddy,ââ you murmured, uncomfortable to the point you were staring at the floor as you spoke. âBecause as someone who loves my dad, and hearing this from someone who actually is a dad, I find the nameâŠdisturbing.â
Disturbing but also hot, and Toji could tell.Â
âDonât lie, princess. You like when I call myself that,â he chuckled. Pinching at your waist, he chortled in that same giddy manner whenever he felt particularly amused. âSo, whoâs going to be daddyâs obedient little girl?â
He noticed that you were doing that thing again whenever you were a little nervous: pursing your lips into a quivering pout and twisting at the meaningless rings on your fourth digit. Too loyal for your own good. Maybe that was what Naoya really loved about you, enough to keep you as his cute little trophy wife.Â
Swallowing loudly, in the end, you responded, âMe.â
Using one uneven breath to center yourself, your hands steadily grazed over your hips and your thighs before your dear fingers rested above your clit. Nothing could beat the embarrassment from how you flinched at your own contact.Â
Here went nothing.Â
Timidly, you drew your middlemost fingers through your folds and circled the digits around your entrance. The opening was warm, sensitive, and utterly soaked. The slick that had slipped past those puffy lips allowed you to push one, and then two fingers inside as your back arched gently at the stimulation.Â
A dull pleasure started to thrum in your body especially as you brought your ample juices back in using slow, deliberate motions.
To much frustration, your dainty digits couldnât quite stroke that special spot within you with much expertise. Why wasnât Toji helping? You wanted him to help. But, if you didnât think too hard, you could lose yourself in the sensuality of your ministrations and imagine Tojiâs fingers curling inside you instead. His fingers were larger and thicker and longer, after all.Â
While Tojiâs true emotions had always been as mystifying as the man himself, never had that troubled you more than now. Those steely green eyes had been staring at you for what felt like hours now.Â
Did he like what he saw? Did he want more?
The people pleaser within you was just looking for a reactionâany reactionâto validate the hard and honest work you were putting in.Â
âGood kitty,â he complimented suddenly, as though he had been reading you like an open book all along. He did not realize since when, but he had begun stroking his cock through his pants.Â
How could he not? You had been listening so well, and his free hand reached down to rub tight circles at your puffy clit.Â
âToji!â you shrieked immediately, body caving in.Â
âKeep going, sweetheart,â he commanded, dipping his index and middle fingers in as well, his thumb still drawing tight movements at your precious button.
His fingers slid against yours, aided by the thick coat of arousal that lubricated the movements, and his dick twitched from excitement, a situation exacerbated when he relished in the way you angled your hips to accommodate all four fingers plunging into your sopping cunt.
âDonât stop working on yourself.âÂ
âI wonât,â you struggled to whimper.Â
âThis is nice, isnât it? When someone else is touching you, too.â His statement was softened by the same tone he liked to use when playing that âfriendly neighborhood sex therapistâ role. âYour fingers are delicate, but they canât reach all the places mine can, can they?âÂ
âNo, they canât,â you breathed out in helpless agreement, shaking pathetically at the combined ministrations. âEverything feels better when you are the one finger fucking me.â
Toji hummed deeply in satisfaction. âI know, princess.âÂ
He lowered his head to press his lips into your jaw, but the subtle softness in his searing kisses convinced you to tilt your head gently and bring your unoccupied hand up to run up his hard triceps and dig into the jet-black ink peeking from his sleeves.Â
In response, Toji sank his teeth into your skin every so often, eliciting your squeals.Â
Painful. Yes, this was painful.
But more than painful, the gush that flooded your veins was fucking phenomenal.
âWhatâs wrong?â Toji asked innocently, biting harder as your nails pressed visible crescent marks into his tattoos. âI only want to taste you,â and he soothed the sore spots by licking the assaulted areas, just to repeat the process on another target.
Pussy feeling empty but needy, you shifted on the countertop in order to grind desperately against your therapistâs clothed crotch.
âPlease,â you mewled, now begging for Tojiâs attention rather than cowering away. âPlease fuck me.â
Funny.
Just an hour ago, you were bawling about your loser husband. Naoya Zenin this. Naoya Zenin that. Well, duh. Of course, his baby cousin was an asshole partner.Â
Now, here you were, pleading for Toji Fushiguroâs cock?
Toji rewarded your change of heart with a deep kiss pressed on your lips, a gesture that you passionately reciprocated. Even as he devoured your mouth like a starved man, your tongue fought like a maniac into his mouth, satisfied sighs slipping from your lips to his.Â
Only when there was an unexpected slam coming from Megumiâs door did you two pull away, faces only centimeters apart and connected by an almost translucent string of saliva.Â
Toji panted, watching your chest rise and fall from similarly irregular breathing.Â
If nothing else stopped him, he would be falling onto his knees right now from how dazed you appeared: face flushed, lips parted, and lids heavy.Â
But both he and you had one concern in mind right now.Â
Megumi.Â
Given the sound earlier, Toji awaited footsteps from the younger Fushiguro.Â
Was he grabbing a midnight snack from the kitchen downstairs? Was he planning to pace the halls to alleviate stress?
Or worse yet, was he heading to the bathroom?
If his son really did walk into this scene, discovering what his father was doing to his sweet and pretty guest several doors away, Toji would be speechless because the idea was purely mortifying.Â
Also a little sexy.
But anyway.
âIâm sure he just closed and locked his door for the evening,â Toji deduced when the boyâs footsteps never came.Â
Immediately, your shoulders slumped with ensuing relief. Â
âThank goodness,â you sighed, still tense and high-strung. âWe donât want Megumi to hear us,â you pointed out, completely oblivious to how loud you had been when merely kissing. âLetâs wait for him to sleep first. I donât want us to get caught.âÂ
The way you cared this much was adorable.Â
âWhy would we have to wait, though?â Toji pointed out, and his tongue swiped over his scar. âI can be quiet. But the real question is: can you be quiet?âÂ
At first, you were stunned and silent.
But after a long while, you gulped and your neck bobbed noticeably. "Yeah. IâŠcan be quiet, too.âÂ
âGood girl," and at that, Toji flashed a quick and lascivious grin. âThen, why donât we test that out?â
Not waiting for your reply, he grabbed the collar of his white shirt and dragged the top off his shoulders.
His movements were slow, just so he could catch your marveling reaction as he revealed his bare torso, but the fabric had been too fitting and tight for his body anyway.Â
As soon as he pulled his shirt over his head and off his body, your eyes locked on his body to admire his brawny and toned physique. But more stunningly was how Toji Fushiguro was a mural of tattoos, intricate artworks that had been carefully selected and embedded into his torsoâstylized letters, entwined violets, and hyper-realistic scenery. What demanded the most attention, though, was a prominent phoenix that covered his right chest, emerging victorious from a plume of smoke and ashes, its feathers spanning into his shoulder and back.Â
Easily, you were enchanted. You didn't have a chance to view his tattoos before. But Toji himself had always been enchanting.
âCome closer,â the man commanded, tone low and gravelly. He dragged his waistband down until his hardened dick sprang free with great force. His cock was swollen and red and violently angry, precum beading at the tip after he had long neglected himself from his release. "Iâve missed you."
You shifted forward on the countertop.
âThen do anything to me.â
Just to test you, he experimented a little, pinching your nipples with the knuckles of his fingers and smiling like a mad dog when you squeaked. "Anything?"Â
"Yes," you breathed out, nodding and back arching into his touch.Â
Obviously, you were too lost in arousal to comprehend the power placed into your tattooed therapist's hands, and Toji silently wished that Naoya Zenin could hear his wife begging for someone else like this.Â
He patted your cheek and cooed.Â
So silly, so cock drunk, so desperate.
That was what you were, and he wasnât even inside you yet.Â
You reached between your legs to grab at his dick, lining the tip up to your entrance as Toji groaned from the contact.
"How are you so wet for me?â he hissed, gritting his teeth hard.Â
âPlease, please, come onââ After a long bout of negligence, you had become incredibly whiny and desperate, seeking attention and affection like never before. âIâm too turned on. JustâŠplease ruin me.â
Toji had been close to bursting already, but an intense flash stifled him when your words registered as music to his ears, his large hands helping you swipe his dick between your folds slowly. Teasing them both.
He had been well lubricated from the precum that slipped from the head, his massive cock so hard from the anticipation that awaited such that he could feel electricity buzzing at his fingertips. All because he couldn't handle himself when you begged for him like this. Yet, Toji resolved to fuck you with everything he hadâfor as long as he could, anywayâand slipped himself gradually into your warm and moist heat.Â
Shudders.
All that filled the room were shudders.
Tojiâs eyes darkened as he pressed through the tight resistance, your muscles squeezing around his length. He had to will every fiber within him to not lose himself. He was this close to falling apart, unraveling. Because holy shit, were you fucking tight.Â
Beneath him, you suppressed a whimper.Â
âDamn,â you sputtered, abandoning any remaining hesitation and clenching around him. Compared to his pathetic cousin, your therapist was not small by any means. "You feel so good inside of me, Toji."
Ah, hell.
He needed to get you to relax. He could barely move and, if your walls squeezed him any harder, he might just be hurled over the edge and cum all over your thighs, staining your freshly showered body.Â
âOh,â he managed to hum in contentment, closing his eyes momentarily so that he could shut down all other senses except for one. His arms wobbled a little, his hands digging hard into your sides as his hips moved slowlyâvery, very slowlyâout before going back in again.Â
At the languid thrusts, your head fell back and your hips lifted upon instinct, one hand pressed against the counter for stability as the other skimmed over his tattoos. He's so hot. You're so hot. He makes you feel so hot.
Toji growled again when your fingers brushed against the inked phoenix's wings, gliding over his pectoral muscle. He loved being touched like this and only wanted you to examine him more, rewarding you with movements wholly deep and stimulating.
As moans flowed freely from your mouth, Toji would tell you to shut up. After all, Megumi dwelled only a few doors away and must not be forgotten. But how could Toji bring himself to hush the sweet sounds that you sang?
âYes, just like that,â you whined at some point, fingers clawing into his chest. âFuck. Fuck, Toji.â
He raised a disapproving brow. âJust Toji?â
âFuck, daddy.â
And Toji lost his fucking mind.
Since when did you talk like this? Pretty princess with a potty mouth. Who wouldâve thought? It was sexy. So goddamn sexy.Â
"Youâre incredible,â he found himself saying.Â
Toji had never been harder than he was at this moment, his cock like a fucking titanium rod as his listless movements degraded into an onslaught, throbbing and twitching as he replayed your dirty words in his head.Â
He felt extraordinarily horny, aroused, and invigorated.Â
Meanwhile, you looked like a fucking fairyâhis fucking fairy, to be clear: features glowing golden under the ambient lights, pupils dilated and blown out wide, skin glistening from both water and sweat.Â
Long ago, Toji figured that you had given up in your attempts to get away from him, the sole struggle from your body being how your walls involuntarily twitched and tensed amidst the storm of pleasure and pain he had brewing within your core.Â
If only Toji had more hands. That way, he could simultaneously pull at your hair, wrap his fingers around your neck, and swat at your bouncing tits.
In a moment like this, he hated having to choose and grabbed your legs in the end, moving them from the counter to his shoulders. Toji could now go even deeper, and boy, did this new angle âŻhave you seeing stars.Â
âOh, goodness,â you blubbered, coughing and drooling and panting. âOh, that feels so good.â
âI know,â Toji said arrogantly.
Lucky for you, he was a mature man who could hold his load. Other boys didnât know shit. If they were in his current position, they would have busted their nuts long ago, too impulsive and easily excited to exert much self-control.Â
Toji, on the other hand, knew how to dig his fat cock into your cervix over and over, brushing that one special spot within you along the way. To make you scream. To keep you addicted. To take his cousinâs wife at his mercy.
The room filled with sounds that resulted from skin contacting skinâsquelches and wet smacksâand you were left loud and messy, feeling so good that you could not think straight.âŻ
âShit, youâre so good to me. Canât get enough of this pussy,â he grunted, hand pulling back before connecting with the meat of your ass with one loudâŻÂ slap.Â
You cried out, fighting back tears that welled from the pain. âThat⊠hurts!â
âBut my kitten loves being roughened up, no?â he taunted, licking at his scar again as he observed you: love bites littered over your neck, nipples perked into pebbles, skin marked and slightly bruised.
âI,â several huffs in between, âI canât take this for much longer. Iâm so close. I think Iâm going toââ
âOnly if you tell me who owns you.â
His words made you whine, and the therapist took great pleasure in the way you contorted. The demand had taken you by surprise because Toji had never denied you the right to your pleasure before. In fact, he had always been the type to coax you to cum, telling you to cream all over him instead.
Tonight, however, he wanted to set things straight. For a while, he had been thinking that he ought to buy you a collar just so you would remember who you actually belonged toâwho really taught you what sex feels likeâand heat tore through his skin again from the fantasy.Â
Admittedly, Toji was a tad bit possessive.Â
But he needed to drill into your head that you were not Sukunaâs or Chosoâs or Getoâs.Â
And most certainly, not  Naoya Zeninâs.Â
âWell?â He was fully aware of what was happening and taking true delight in your futile struggle, knowing exactly what you needed but wanting you to obey him first. Snaking an arm around your body, he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear and purred, âWho knows how to fuck you right?â
âToji Fushiguro does,â you chanted, lacing your fingers with his, your body in sheer pain from need. âGuys my age could never.â
Which was exactly what he wanted to hear.
âThen cum for me, baby.â
So, you did.
His permission sent you vaulting over the edge, your whole body spasming as your orgasm ripped through.
Your lips parted. Your cheeks hollowed. Your arms wavered.
Despite everything, you continued begging for his cock harder, faster, just like that. At some point, the hand once tangled with your therapistâs now slotted into your mouth to muffle any exclamations of pleasure as the waves continued to ripple fiercely through your body. Throwing your head back against the wall, you could dully feel your teeth puncture the skin between your thumb and pointer finger. Yet, that didnât bother you, didnât even hurt, and only served to add to your masochistic satisfaction as your cunt fluttered and clenched around him.Â
âWhat a good girl.â
Toji was remorseless as he continued his abuse, the tendons of his hands and arms flexing from the effort needed to keep your lower body still, the tattoos on his wrists appearing pitch black under the glimmer of your juices. The wetness that spilled from you was so abundant, dripping down onto the floor. With any luck, once this was all over, you would have left a mess such that Toji would be forced to assign Megumi to bathroom cleaning duty in the morning.
"I'm gonna cum inside you, baby," was what he managed to say just as his gut suddenly tensed. He couldn't even control it. Without further warning, thick ropes of semen shot from him and into your womb. He grunted loudly, lurid fantasies dissipating as his mind went blank from his climax, his own groan hardly recognizable from how guttural his voice had become.
âGive me all your cum, daddy,â you wailed as you came again, pussy tightening impossibly on his cock and practically massaging every single drop out of him.
Toji was not done, he didnât want to be done.Â
Despite his blurred vision and terse jaw, Toji wanted to give you every ounce that he was worth. He gritted his teeth as he fucked up into you, pace irregular and sloppy. He made sure to push every possible milliliter of his seed deep into your stomach, the rest of his load spilling against his balls.Â
His cock was far too sensitive and overstimulated, but he felt âŻso goddamn good that he wanted to keep going and going until he was completely spent with nothing more to give.
âFuck,â he choked, on the brink of tears.Â
Toji had to take a moment to recover fully, keeping his eyes closed while his chest heaved from the sheer exertion of his orgasm. His breathing was deep, wet, and haggard, and he was blistering hot even without clothes on. His slicked-back hair was soaked with sweat and hung limply in front of his flushed face. As he slumped over, he sensed a new pain in his shoulder, and he guessed that he must have strained something without noticing. Cum inevitably dribbled from your hole as he pulled out, splattering on the floor and mixing with your juices earlier.
He strode toward the bathroom closet, grabbing additional towels.
After wrapping them around you and himself, Toji brought you close to his frame and directed you into his bedroom diagonally across the hall. The rest of the night was quiet, especially since you both were consumed by exhaustion and post-coital haze. You rolled onto his canopied bed without sound, Toji lying next to you and pulling you snugly against his chest. After ensuring that you were okay, he kissed the sweet temple by your forehead and the bruises on your collar, smiling softly when you hummed in response.Â
He could hardly recall the last time he had felt so warm and so content, wanting nothing more than to cling onto this moment for as long as he could. In the back of his head, his conscience scolded him harshly. He still owed you plenty of explanations. For how he had been hiding his family, his relationships, and his original motive in using you to help him get back at his enemies.Â
Yet, as he pushed aside these intrusive thoughts and murmured to you âGoodnight,â one thing became clear:
Toji Fushiguro was far too selfish to let you go.
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sex therapy :: 20. showtime
chapter tags/warnings: dad! toji. toji also calls himself daddy. vouyerism. angsty! megumi. infidelity/adultery. pet names (mainly "princess" and "sweetheart"). mentions of violence. mentions of betrayal. so much family drama. strong language. classism. manipulative undertones.
word count: 2.6k
notes: this was originally going to be one long ass chapter but I had to break this into two. you will see why. enjoy! comments, likes, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo
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Obviously, you wanted to learn everything about Toji Fushiguro. Â
He didnât have to hear you say it.Â
Already, Toji could tell from the inquisitive glisten in your round eyes, that all he saw in you was curiosity with the needânot the wantâfor him to share himself with you. Naturally, you would like him to retell his story from chapter one.Â
Similarly, he longed to share his tales, revealing the burdens that had been gnawing at him since his childhood. That Toji had known Naoya for years, that he used to be a Zenin himself, that he knew your husband was fucking his ex-wife. How messed up was that?Â
Very much so.
The main problem was, though, that Toji was selfish.Â
While he would love to be honest, he did not want to shatter your trust in him. He knew how much you lived under Naobito and Naoyaâs control since your father worked under the Zenin Corporation, so the last thing he desired was for you to associate him with them.Â
Toji didnât want you to be scared around him, too.
The idea of losing you was something that Toji did not want to think about. Yes, this was going to sound possessive but...Toji liked having you around. Not in a sexual way, but in a companionship manner.
Or maybe both, but still. Â
Regardless, your presence comforted him. Â
Of course, Megumi was another factor in the equation. Given that the teenager hated his Uncle Naoya, he understandably could not stand to see his pampered in-law (you) either. Toji knew Megumiâs frustration was a projection of his mental turmoil and that much of the ordeal was due to Tojiâs previous poor decisions regarding women.Â
But you were different. Â
For the first time in a very long while, Toji believed he had gotten something right.Â
All these thoughts brewed in his mind as he outstretched his arm to brush over the smudged mascara by your cheek. In vain, he attempted to rub away the signs from your earlier sadness.Â
âWant to wash your face in the bathroom first?âÂ
The question came out more like a command, and defeat sank into your features as you ultimately respected his decision.Â
âOkay,â you acquiesced.
Even if you wanted to, there was no chance for you to protest when Toji stepped past you and toward the spiral staircase. You followed him without another choice, trailing behind him like a lost duckling. Â
Although you seemingly settled down from the whole Naoya situation, Toji had yet to. As he ascended the steps to the apartmentâs upper level, he placed up a front in which he was all calm and levelheaded whenâin realityâhe could still feel the burning, white-hot anger rolling off his body.Â
Toji badlyâso, so badlyâwanted to hightail it to wherever the fuck Naoya was in this world and beat the living shit out of him. He always knew that his kid cousin couldnât be trusted with a wife because he wrecked so many people already.Â
Nonetheless, Toji had kept these thoughts to himself ever since he first heard about Naoyaâs marriage from business and celebrity newspapers. After all, Toji didnât know you earlier this year and wasn't in the appropriate position to intervene, therapist or not. His relationships were his relationships, and your relationships were yours.Â
Now, with that misogynistic jackoff proving him right, Toji had some regrets. Â
He should have done more. Â
Toji abhorred knowing that Naoya was emotionally abusing you, disrespecting you, and treating you like you were just another dumb slut.
Put simply, he absolutely could not stand to see you so upset and fucked over by somebody who didnât deserve you in the first placeâby Naoya fucking Zenin of all people in this world.Â
While Toji would admit that he had his reservations about you upon the first encounter, he rapidly realized that you were nothing more than an innocent lamb caught in an ugly crossfire.Â
Could Naoya not see how lucky he was with you? A whole package was what you were: your allure unparalleled, your energy contagious, and your elegance remarkable. No wonder Naobito had taken every measure to secure you as his sonâs wife.
On the other hand, Toji sincerely wished that you would no longer be miserable because a person like you deserved to enjoy all the rhapsodies of life.Â
Sometimes, Toji wished that you stood up for yourself more. He wished that you had been more selfish over some things that were rightfully yours. Your marriage, your family, your happinessäžthese belonged to you , yet some other woman (the real âdumb slutâ) was robbing you of these entitlements.
Had you been single, had you waited a little, Toji knew for sure that countless suitors would have lined up vying to court you, willing to throw themselves on the line because you would be their queen.Â
âAre you alright?â Â
Given that he had been lost in thought, Toji jolted at your voice. He had stopped completely at the upstairs landing, brain still reeling from thoughts of leaving Naoya busted and bloodied, hanging on to life from a thin little thread.Â
Vigorously, he shook his head from side to side to clear his mind.Â
Regardless of how badly he wanted to and how easy the task would be for him, Toji would not stoop that low to exert physical violence on someone else. Even though the fool deserved to be punished twenty times over, Toji wouldnât hurt your husband because you would also not want him to.Â
But damn, holding himself back was hard.Â
For Toji, who had seen how Naoyaâs impulsivity and greed had hurt his step-daughter Tsumiki and his son Megumi as well, restraint was especially difficult.  Â
"Ah, my bad,â Toji finally said after composing himself many moments later. He then realized that he had yet to introduce the apartmentâs layout. âSo the lower level includes the guest areas: the parlor, kitchen, bar, dining space, home theater. Upstairs, though, are where the living spaces reside.â He gestured toward the far rear of the corridor. âBedrooms are over there with a study room at the end, but the washroom,â he went several steps ahead, pushing open the first door to the left, âis right here."Â Â
In slow and inquisitive steps, you followed as Toji started rummaging in a linen closet by the entrance. He grabbed at the white cotton towels in the lower compartment.
"For you," he explained, placing a neatly folded set into your delicate hands. âHere. Splash some cold water on your face. Let me find you in a couple of minutes. I will check on Megumi in the meantime.âÂ
âAlright,â you hummed while Toji retreated back into the halls.Â
âTalk to you later, then.â
Next mission was Megumi Fushiguro, a troubled boy who could easily be misunderstood.Â
Oftentimes, Toji saw his own reflection within his son. He recognized himself the most in Megumiâs cheerless gaze, where beyond the initial glimpse lay a barren tundra bleakened by pain, by incidents that have hurt him before.Â
In that dark void existed a part that cried for help, but this place remained faded over so that others could not pry into the true emotions within. Â
Megumi was terrified.Â
Heck, even Toji was, too.Â
Because, in their experiences, those who had betrayed the most were those who had been the closest to them. Therefore, all that was left was caution, wariness, and distrust, such that nowâbetween father and sonâthere was no one to turn against but one another. Â
âMegumi!â Toji shouted when arriving at the said boyâs door. (Unlike a certain colleague, he at least had the decency to announce his arrival.)Â
As expected, however, there came no response.Â
He then knocked loudly so that Megumi would hear the sound even with his headphones blasting.
Nothing again.
Exasperated, Toji wiggled the knob. Noticing that the handle was unlocked, he opened the door and into a darkened room. Megumi had switched everything off save for his glaring computer monitor, but the boy wasnât in his chair either.Â
âI donât really want to talk right now.âÂ
Instead, Megumiâs grumble came from his bed, to where Toji looked and saw a large blanketed heap. The teenager was cocooned in his sheets, not leaving a single black strand in sight.Â
From the small gap amid the lump came another glow. Â
Heâs on his phone , Toji figured, which he knew among kids these days was the ultimate sign that they wanted to be left alone.Â
Except the therapist side in him was not going to give up that easily.Â
Idly, Toji flicked at a nearby houseplant.Â
âNot talking right now is okay but,â his green gaze shifted from the succulent to the enveloped lump, âtrust me on her. Sheâs on our side.âÂ
Rather than another outburst, Megumi didnât reply immediately. âSure,â he mumbled eventually but hardly convinced, using whatever TikToks he was scrolling through to fill the silence for him.Â
âIf Tsumiki had been home from university,â Toji continued, this time bringing up the step-sister that the boy adored, âwould she want to hear her little brother talk to others like that?â
Another long pause. âWhatever.âÂ
âI know I had made bad judgments about people before, butâfor this one instanceâthink about what youâve said tonight,â was what Toji left his son with as he wished Megumi a good night and closed the door behind him with one very extended sigh.Â
Being a therapist was tough, but being a single father was a thousand times more wearisome.
Toji would consider calling an end to the evening, to sit in his study as he evaluated his own emotions, but was reminded that he had a guest by shuffling sounds from down the hall.
Knowing that he still owed a small explanation, he paced back to the bathroom, barging into the vicinity to suggest, âWhenever youâre ready, letâs go talk again...down...stairs....âÂ
His voice trailed off before disappearing completely when he could not locate you.
Rather than finding you by the sink washing your face like he advised and expected, Toji spotted your tossed clothes on the floor. Confused, his gaze darted around until he glanced toward the bathtub where he found your muted form hovering over, frozen like a deer caught in the headlights.Â
âI, um,â you blinked rapidly, as though you had been caught doing something bad. âI showered, too.âÂ
You got flustered too easily, which was adorable.Â
The only thing that covered your naked and glistening form was the towel that had been wrapped around your figure, but even that hung low from your chest before stopping abruptly past your hips, leaving little to the imagination.Â
In the lamplight, you glowed golden while clinging droplets made your skin shine. Your cheeks and arms were flushed, your body heaving from heavy panting.
You clutched the fabric tighter so that the towel would not merely slip away, but if Toji had to be honest, you would have to hold on to that for dear life so that he didnât yank the whole damn cover away entirely.Â
A shaky breath later, his gaze wandered up your body until his malachite eyes flicked up to collide with yours, his tongueâpiercing and allâcaught between his teeth. Meanwhile, your mouth was plush and sweetly pursed, softened by a doe-like innocence, and he saw how you trembled slightly from the sudden vulnerability.Â
Toji should be able to handle himself better. After watching you break down and then dealing with his personal stressors, the last thing he should feel was the boiling need that burned through his skin, the air in his lungs weighty as if flames from his stomach drifted thick smoke into them.Â
JustâŠleave him alone okay?Â
Fuck. Â
"Not inviting your host to the party is bad manners,â was what he found himself saying, but the light grin on his face did not match the lust and pink flush that swept across his face.
You cleared your throat as water dripped from your elbows. With every effort, you tried to stay casual. âSorry.âÂ
Toji chuckled at how seriously you took the accusation. âRelax, princess. Iâm just messing with you.â
All pouty, you looked at him with those huge, round eyes.
âThen, can I ask something while youâre here?â
Intrigued, he lifted a brow. âDepends.â
âWhy are you scared to open up to me, Toji?â you pressed on.
The said man didnât immediately answer, placing his hands inside his pockets instead. He rolled his shoulders back, all without his gaze leaving your intentful one. Sure, you both stared at each other wordlesslyâbut somehow, in the absence of conversation, the more you two began to understand one another.Â
âSimple. I donât bring up my past to just anybody, darling. Apologies for the disappointment.âÂ
âBut Iâm not âjust anybody,ââ you fought back, half-offended. âWeâre friends , remember? Just like you had said.â Then, you directed an accusatory finger to his stoic face. âSo, Iâm somebody special .â
Well, you stumped him now.Â
Contemplating an answer, Toji walked around your clothes and met you at the other section in the bathroom, cornering you against the nearby countertop as his brawny body leered over your smaller one.Â
When you glanced upward, your warm breaths fanned across his scar. But the heat that whirled between your bodies was far more excruciating, stifling even.Â
âWhat if my reason is to protect you?â He stopped, half-expecting you to cower but all that shone was determination. So, he resumed, âMy history is fucked up. I was born into an unlucky situation surrounded by manipulative people, and I was another stupid person making stupid choices. Here I am, still dealing with the blow many years later. I donât think youâll want to talk to me again once you learn about the people I share the same blood with."
âBut that is them. That is not you . Why would I want to forget you after everything you have done for me?â you vented in disbelief. âToji, all I want is to help you!â
âBetter not to drag yourself into this. Youâre already much deeper in the waters than you think,â he admitted with a heavy sigh and ran his hand through his inky hair. âI couldnât shield my son, and I couldnât shield my stepdaughter. Therefore, I cannot promise that I would not hurt you, either.â
You fell quiet for a brief moment.
âThatâs okay,â you resolved. âBecause youâŠwould be worth the pain.â
Toji felt...his heart leap? He had not been this exposed in many, many years, and he reached for your hands so that he could lace your fingers together. His emotions were so fragile and raw , his face only inches away from yours at this point.
"Really now?"
"Yes." A pause. âThen, whatâŠdoes this mean for us?âÂ
Toji shrugged, eyeing that stupid fucking wedding band on your fourth digit. âIâm not the married one here, sweetheart. The decision is yours,â he offered up, although he could feel himself grow dizzy. âWhat do you want?â
In anticipation, your tongue ran across your lower lip. You crept forward and moved closer until your thighs were pressed flush against his.
â You .â
And boy, did Toji love that answer.
He leaned forward again, this time scooping up your behind and propping you onto the countertop, yanking the pointless towel that had been shielding your goddess-like figure. He gave your hips a good squeeze before tearing your knees in opposite directions.Â
You yelped and winced from the discomfort, but Toji knew you loved being maneuvered. Between your legs was a glistening mess, almost as if your pussy had been weeping for him, begging and crying and sobbing for your therapistâs touch. Did you actually think you were going to hide this from him?
When Toji looked up and met your line of sight, he cherished how you peered at him from under your fluttering lashes.
What a beautiful scene.Â
So, he smiled.Â
âThen why donât you give daddy a show?â
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end notes: 1) I know you hate me for the cliffhanger, but I had to! 2) For a while, I had been debating whether to write this chapter and the upcoming one in Y/N's or Toji's POV. In the end, I chose Toji's perspective to shine some light into his thoughts when he's with us. See you all again soon! Get ready to get real dirty next chapter. âĄ
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panting, squealing, throwing up, spreading my legs, and drooling all while im in a nyc pizza parlor reading this
DRUNKENâ NIGHTS
dom!joel miller x dad!male reader
genre: neighbor joel, no outbreak au, explicit, minors dni
summary: an opportunity to have a guy's night with your daughterâs best friendâs dad turns into a heart-to-heart into an unforgettable night to remember
warnings: strong language, infidelity, joel is 40, reader is 38, unprotected P in A, dirty talk, angsty thoughts, oral (m giving/m receiving), pet names, fingering, creampies,
word count: 4.9k
a/n: gif by @shirks-all-responsibilities
a/n: dividers by @firefly-graphics
a/n: italics = thoughts
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YOUR DAUGHTER, MARIGOLD, WAS CLOSE TO SARAH, JOELâS AND ADALINEâS DAUGHTER.
You remember the first time you met Sarah, it was a late night at work and you came home to see your daughter laughing at a TV Show that she and Sarah were both watching, and they were a little nervous and surprised to see you.
You reassured Sarah saying that your home is open to her.
You met Sarahâs parents; Joel and Adaline after Sarah invited them to have dinner with you, Marigold and Sarah. You remember that you noticed how distant/close Joel and Adaline were during the whole dinner.
It was like they werenât present as a couple but as a couple of friends. Of course they did their best to hide it but sometimes they slipped through the cracks.
Later that night, you learned from your daughter, Marigold, that Joel and Adaline werenât as close as they were before they were married â Adaline travels a lot for work, so the relationship wasnât as strong as they hoped.
After that night, you noticed that inviting Joel and Adaline for hangouts, activities, game nights, and movie nights always had Joel come over with Sarah by himself, and Adaline always worked.
That concluded, you and Joel were always hanging out, drinking together while your daughters had their fun.
This was one of those nights where it would just be you and Joel at his house, with Sarah and Marigold hanging out at yours to have their privacy.
You bought a bottle of rum you were never gonna finish all by yourself and you thought this would be the best time to get rid of the bottle that's been eyeing you for the past 10 years.
You already knew the girls were over at your house. Marigoldâs bedroom held the sound of giggling and hushed whispers. You shook your head as you had the neck of the rum bottle in your clammy palm.
You were walking across the cul-de-sac in the already warm orange sky to Joelâs front door, bringing your free hand and knocking on the wooden door in front of you.
You hear shuffling getting closer and closer to the door, and then Joel opens the door, and you smile, and Joel shoots one back.
âHey, man, whatâs our poison for tonight?â Joel asks, leaning on the doorframe.
You held the bottle in your hand and showed to Joel.
âA wedding gift thatâs been sitting in my cabinet for ten years, she and me never opened it.â
Joel knew you were divorced but never knew the reason behind it. It wasn't like you never told him. He just never asked.
âYou sure you wanna drink this, man?â Joel asks, taking the bottle from your hand.
âWedding gifts are unique. I know you're divorced and everything but ââ
âIt's fine, It cluttered the cabinet. Good excuse to clean out my cabinet,â You shrugged.
âOkay, let's get to drinkinâ,â Joel smirked, getting off the door frame.
You walked behind him and close the door behind you. You sit on the brown couch in front of the TV â seeing that it's on, you can't take your eyes away from the bright screen. It was a movie that Joel must have been watching before you knocked on the door.
Glancing towards the kitchen, you notice Joel walking back toward you with two glasses in his hands; you fix your position on the couch as Joel sits beside you.
âHere we go,â Joel states, handing you a glass.
âThank you, cowboy,â You smile, taking the glass from Joelâs hand.
âI can't believe you call me that,â Joel chuckles.
âIâm just glad you donât call me city boy.â
âI might have to start.â
You place the glass on Joelâs coffee table and unscrew the rum bottle cap, putting the bottle cap on the table.
âLetâs get to drinkinâ then.â
âLetâs get to drinking then,â You smile.
You grab your cup and pour some rum into Joelâs glass and then some into your glass, placing the glass bottle on the coffee table.
âTo gettinâ drunk,â Joel nods, holding his rum-filled glass near you.
âWe sound like alcoholics â but, to getting drunk,â You laugh.
You and Joel clink your glasses together, and you both knock back a sip of the rum before you start coughing.
The rum made your throat feel like it was burning, and it stayed for a couple of seconds while you were coughing; Joel couldn't help but start chuckling, watching your pain endure.
âOkay, you brought this, and your actinâ like it already killed you,â Joel laughed.
âLook, Mr. Drinker, Iâm not much of a drinker; I only act like I am, so you don't judge, city boy, over here,â You countered.
âAww, is city boy a baby?â Joel pouted.
You shove him. âYou suck,â You laugh.
You and Joel probably drank ten or eleven drinks, but it was apparent; you both were drunk like never before. The night sky came rushing in through his large windows.
âOkay, wait, you and Tommy rode motorcycles for his birthday?â You laughed.
âYeah, yeah, and it was so fuckinâ fun; the adrenaline rush was high that day; I miss it.â
You and Joel were laughing together like lifelong friends. Two dads who were just getting irresponsibly drunk while their daughters did their own thing.
Leaning your head on the backrest of the couch, from the corner of your eye, you can see Joel smiling and leaning back on the sofa, his arm outstretched on top of the couch.
You could tell Joel was hiding something behind that smile, though, as he was looking at the now-muted TV; you could tell something was on his mind.
âJoel,â You state, closing your eyes.
âYeah, city boy?â
âI can tell somethingâs on your mind.â
âHow? Your eyes are closed,â He reported.
You open your eyes slowly and turn your head to look at him. âThanks for noticing, detective.â
He chuckled at that nickname.
âBut, is there legitimately something on your mind?â
He took a long extended breath and spoke.
âWhy did you get a divorce?â
You knew that question would come up eventually; you couldn't dodge the question any more than you wanted to. At this point, you felt like you could tell Joel the real reason.
It could have been the rum messing with your mind, but you acted like you knew Joel for more than ten years when in reality, you only knew him less than five months.
You inhaled and then exhaled before answering Joel.
âIâm gay, no other reason,â You spoke.
Joel couldn't tell where his emotions were in his drunken mind. He wanted to sympathize, comfort, and let you rant about what was on your mind. But in his drunk-filled head, he thought you needed a distraction.
âDo you wanna know how Adaline and I met?â
You nod your head slowly.
âBack in high school, I was this star athlete and shit. She was a wannabe journalist at that point,â Joel started.
âSo she wants to interview me because I was this great athlete and shit, we go back to my house, my folks don't come home until later that night. As we're talking, I don't think sheâs listening at this point â and she grabs my bulge.â
âWhat?â You question fixing your position.
âYeah! I was surprised at it, too; she was now next to me, rubbing, then she unzips my fly, and sheâs now rubbing my cock. Her hands are so fuckinâ warm, sheâs rubbing and rubbing, and then she stops and walks out with my cock throbbing.â
You could tell with Joelâs feeble attempt at a distraction he was hard himself. He was rubbing his aching cock on top of his jeans.
He was breathing through his nose to the point you could hear every inhale and exhale coming from his nose.
âYour hard, aren't you?â
Joel was nodding his head in between breaths.
âYeah,â Joel breathed.
Joel stopped rubbing his cock and placed his hands on the sides of him.
Sober, you would have just sat in the uncomfortable silence in the room, but drunk, you did something you would be scared to do if sober.
You place your hand over Joelâs cock; you can feel it throb in your palm.
âW-what are you doing?â Joel exclaimed.
âHelping you out,â You answered.
You knew that this was wrong to do this, your mind was screaming at you to stop, but your actions were speaking louder than your head.
You unzipped Joelâs jeans and placed your hand in between his zipper, and started rubbing his cock on top of his boxer-briefs.
He threw his head back in pleasure and lust.
âDamn, city boy, you know what you're doing,â Joel chuckles.
You didn't hear his statement, you were dick-whipped, and you wanted more. You unbuckled his belt and jeans; then you see his cock bounce up with his boxers, making a tent.
âMy cock isn't gonna take care of itself, is it?â
You fix Joelâs cock so his cock can go through the hole in his boxers.
His thick cock was throbbing right before you as you took the tip of his dick in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the slit of his dick as he was moaning with pleasure.
âOh â fuck, yes.â Joel moaned.
You wrapped your hand around his length as you were taking his size in your mouth.
He was throwing his head back and sucking his teeth as you were pleasuring him to the point that he would explode. Joel hadn't felt something this fantastic in so long; he had forgotten what it felt like.
This feeling he yearned for it once again after so many years; he missed it, the way his body betrayed him showing him that he was enjoying this too well.
The men you gave oral pleasure to in the past can never compare to Joelâs length, and you were addicted to him. You mouth was taking his length with anticipation like a prize you always wanted.
âSuch a good fuckinâ cock sucker, city boy,â Joel grunted.
He places his hand onto your head ands pushing down as you were going down on his dick. He was making you speed up a bit.
But going your own pace, you knew he would enjoy it, his dick is sleek in your mouth, almost like a piece of ice in your mouth. You feel his thumb rubbing your head as you take his length.
You take your mouth away from his cock as his dick throbs like a spring.
A line of saliva connect from your mouth to Joelâs cock. Joelâs now having full body breathes, he canât control the adrenaline and lust coursing through his entire body at this point.
Joel stands up and takes his pants off along with his boxers, you watch as he drops them around his ankle. You can tell Joel is writhing in anticipation, but heâs hiding it.
âWork your magic, city boy.â
With that, Joel shoots a wink as you slide off the couch and kneel on the wooden floor below you. He was standing â towering over you with his hands on his hips.
âNo! What are you thinking? Heâs married,â You thought.
Ignoring your head again, you take Joelâs cock in your mouth as moans escape his lips. Heâs starting to tremble as your head moves, almost bobbing even. You take his cock out of your mouth, and you start stroking his thick, sleek cock. Looking up at him, he gives you an almost weak smile.
âHowâs that?â You ask.
âBetter â than I â could ever imagine.â
âWait, heâs imagined this before â Stop! That does not excuse this!â
You place your tongue under his cock, at the base of his balls, and start licking and sucking on his balls.
Joelâs moans kept escaping his lips; it was like music to your ears. Your heart was pumping, hearing Joel moan like he didn't have a care in the world.
âDamn, baby. You so fuckinâ good at that,â Joel exclaimed.
He places his hand on the side of your head.
âGet on the fuckinâ couch,â Joel commands.
âWhat?â You ask, swallowing your spit.
âI said, take off your fuckinâ clothes and get on the damn couch; Iâm going to fuck the shit out of you like no man has before,â Joel commanded.
You stood at the man before you, undoing your pants, taking your shoes off, leaving your socks on, and then taking your shirt off.
Joel had already tossed his boots, jeans, and boxers to the side, with his flannel unbuttoned but hanging on his shoulders. He was a mighty 6â2 compared to your height. You were intimidated a bit in your sober mind. But being drunk, you weren't scared; you were standing your ground.
âLookâs like your cock is happy to see me,â Joel breathed.
Before you can answer, Joel takes your cock in his hands and starts to stroke it; you gasp at his movement as you grip his shoulders to keep yourself from falling over.
You never received this type of pleasure from anyone else but yourself before. Joel stroking your cock made you replace your moans with breathing â heaving breathing. You didn't want to show Joel that you were touched-starved at this point.
âCâmon, city boy, if you can make me moan â I should return the favor at the least,â Joel grinned.
He was stroking your cock faster now, and you couldn't help but close your eyes and moan with pleasure. Your nails were going to make half-crescent moon shapes on Joelâs shoulders.
âAck, Joel âbreathâ damn this, so fucking amazing,â You breathed.
Joel smiles as you moan his name like that; he can hear the lust radiating from your lips. He knew you were on the brink of feeling satisfaction just by him stroking you right here.
He knew he had to treat you right, he stopped stroking you, and you placed your head in the crook of his neck and acted breathless right there.
âItâs okay, baby,â Joel reassured.
âYou need to stop now!â
You get away from the spot in Joelâs neck and back up from him. Joel smiles at you and sits down on the couch; he pats his thigh, indicating for you to ride him. It was intoxicating how he was manspreading and how he patted his thigh.
âYou can walk out of here, grab your clothes and walk out!â
You straddle Joel wasting no time acting like he was going to run away.
You could feel the tip of his dick press up against your ass; Joel puts his fingers in your mouth as you drunkenly suck on them.
âDamn, baby, I don't need to tell you anything.â
He takes his fingers away from your mouth and fingers your ass with his spit-covered fingers.
You exclaim with a moan escaping your lips; your nails had dug into the couch material as Joel kept fingering you.
âSo fuckinâ tight, baby boy. Have you ever been fingered before?â Joel questioned.
You shook your head and Joel gives you a smirk.
He was enjoying making you squirm under his intoxicating actions. Your moans became quick with efficiency, like you wanted him inside you already.
His fingers were sleek, going inside you and out fast; your knuckles were almost bone white at this point, and your moans kept passing through your teeth like water; Joelâs grin meant he was enjoying every sound you made for him.
He knew that these sounds for him could only be heard by him, considering he was the first person to make you feel this way: overstimulated.
âYou like this, city boy?â
âY-y-ye-yes,â You moaned.
His fingers slipped out of your, and his hands were on your ass.
âYou want this cock inside you, baby boy?â
âNo!â
âYes,â You breathed.
âYes, what?â Joel grunted, smacking your ass.
You yelped as he smacked your ass.
âYes, Joel, I want your cock inside of me,â You groaned.
Joelâs shit-eating grin meant heâs heard what heâs always wanted to hear.
You waste no time having your ass hover over Joelâs aching cock, mentally preparing yourself, but your mind decides to take over.
âYou seriously can not be thinking about doing this, right? What you are committing is an act in which you are going to lie to everyone about how horrible you felt when in reality, you enjoyed every minute of ââ
Your mind goes blank as you feel Joelâs cock enter you slowly, intoxicating and rich but slow. You spat a moan out in retaliation for Joelâs dick inside you.
In those enticing, agonizing seconds, Your ass meets the base of his cock, and Joelâs hands make loud contact with your ass.
âGod, damn, that's tight, city boy.â
His hands reach your hips like a puzzle piece you lost. Joel lifts you up and slowly goes back down; your moans escape your teeth, your clenched teeth, until Joel rocks his hips up and down. That's when you feel him hit that same spot.
Joelâs hands feel rough as they feel like they were sewn onto your waist, with how tight he grabbed you. His hips felt like they had a mind of their own.
His face had a look of rage and determination all in one; his breaths were quick and through his teeth as he pumped his cock inside you.
âTake this dick, city boy,â
âYou know this is wrong. You can't keep doing this!â You thought.
You couldn't contain your moans with every pump Joel delivered; it was addicting.
âFuck, Joel, I think you're gonna break me,â You exclaim.
âNot yet, baby, soon enough.â
Your hands were on the back of the couch, gripping the fabric. You could tear it off by how your hands were grabbing this.
You yelp again as his hands make contact â hard contact to your ass.
âYouâre taking it like such a good boy, baby,â Joel grunted.
âSuch a good boy.â
âNo! No! No! You are not a good boy!â
Joelâs pace was so fast that his cock, slipped out of you.
Both of your breaths were heavy and difficult; you were looking into each other's eyes and saw the same thing: satisfaction.
âHoly shit, your tight little pussy, almost made me cum, city boy!â Joel chuckles.
âTurn around, baby.â
You complied with what Joel told you to do; you got off Joelâs lap and turned around; you didn't need to listen to your head right now. All you knew was that your ass was hovering over Joelâs thick, throbbing cock.
Joel grabbed the base of his cock and started slapping it against your ass. âYou want this dick, city boy?â Joel questioned.
Surprising Joel, you shoved Joelâs cock inside your ass hole. Joel was taken aback.
âOOOOH, GOOD BOY!â Joel exclaimed.
You slowly started to fuck yourself on Joelâs cock. It was thrilling, adrenaline-inducing. You were on the brink of exploding.
âCâmere baby,â Joel stated.
Joel wrapped his arms around your body to bring you closest to his. His hips were rocking up and down, and his pace was fast. His hands were wrapped around your chest, feeling your body as he enjoyed bringing you immense pleasure.
Your feet were on Joelâs bare, sweaty knees. His was hitting your G-spot again, and it felt indescribable. The feeling you never felt before would go away soon, and you hated that, at this moment, you felt suitable for the first time in so long.
âWhoâs my good boy?â Joel growls in your ear.
âMe, Joel. I AM,â You hiss between your teeth.
One of his hands found its way to your throat, lightly choking you.
âYou love this big dick inside you? Huh, baby?â
âI love it so much, Joel.â
That's when Joel wanted to go rough with you some more. He removes his hand from your throat and grips your thighs, and lifts them so that your back connects with his slightly covered â sweaty chest.
His dick would hurt when you woke up in the morning, but for now, you were feeling pleasure.
Joel was rough, and he knew that your face was close to his, and you could see the rage and determination, and it turned you on even more.
Your cock was slapping against your navel, and your pre cum string was slapping against your stomach. Your left hand gripped Joelâs covered shoulder while your right hand was on the back of the couch.
You could feel Joelâs cock pulsating inside you. You could think that he was close.
âYour so needy, city boy, feelinâ my bulge like that,â Joel grunted.
âShut up. . .â You thought
âYou're taking this thick cock so well,â Joel growled.
âPlease, Joel, stop talking; I won't control myself if you keep talking.â
âYou love this cock inside of you, don't you?Pounding that tight little pussy of yours.
âYESSS,â You spat.
âYou're a filthy whore!â
âJoel! JOEL!â You exclaimed.
âFILTHY WHORES NEED TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!â
That's when you listened to your head and did the unthinkable. You kissed Joel Miller.
A married Joel Miller, not a simple peck on this lips tooâa sloppy, slobbery, open-mouth kiss. Joel slipped his tongue in your mouth as the kiss got rough and passionate. You can feel Joel pumping his cock inside of you faster as he takes his mouth off yours.
âJoel, youâre going to make me cum!â You moaned.
âCum for me, baby!â Joel breathed.
Joelâs hands made your legs spread apart, and he was pumping his cock rough and slow.
âIâm going to cum, in that tight pussy of yours, city boy,â Joel growled.
âYes, Joel, fuck âmpfmâ, I want that load inside me!â
Joel started to get faster again. As he was, you were about to cum; Joelâs hips were on the brink of exploding if he didn't cum soon. This feeling, this experience, would end with a lust-filled bang.
âIâm cumming, IâM CUMMING!!â You exclaim as white lines of cum shoot out on your stomach.
âFFFâ FUCK, ME TOO!â Joel growled.
You could feel his cum inside of you slowly start falling out of you, and Joelâs body started to jolt.
Joel kissed your lips with more passion than hunger like before. You both were drenched in sweat, spit, and now cum. This night was something you didn't want to forget.
You feel your body raised from Joelâs hard chest. Then you notice Joel is picking you up bridal style.
âNot yet, city boy, weâre not done yet,â Joel growled. His eyes turn dark as he walks upstairs with you in his arms.
Joel pushes the bedroom door with his foot; once he sees the bed, he places you down on the bed â on your back.
Heâs in between your legs with a grin spread across his face, which shows he has more ways to pleasure you. With your ass hanging over the edge of the bed, Joel places tender kisses on your thighs.
Your spine shivered with how soft his kisses felt on your legs, your calves feeling cold to Joelâs warm lips kissing them. He trailed the kisses down towards the back of your knees, down to your thighs.
Your mind was going into shock at how soft Joel was being. A few minutes ago, he was fucking your brains out, and now heâs tenderly kissing your legs. And now you didn't know what to â
You gasped in awe and enjoyment as Joelâs mouth reached your hole. His tongue was swirling around like he was licking a lollipop. You gripped the gray bedsheets next to you and tried your best to hide your moans.
âMmmhm, city boy, If I knew youâd tasted this good, I wouldâve eaten you out sooner,â Joel exclaimed.
Your hands found their way to your face. You wanted to moan but this would validate that you were ready for him but you wanted to see what â
You yelped as a hard and fast slap came to your balls; you knew Joel was trying to force a moan out of you with his rules.
âCâmon, city boy, I can tell you're enjoying this. Moan for me, baby,â Joel breathed.
Your body betrayed you, and you moaned per Joelâs command. Your body was on overdrive, and it felt immensely addicting.
âThat's right, baby; moan for me.â
Your moans kept slipping from your lips, and you enjoyed every second of it. Joelâs hands traveled all over your knees, thighs, and stomach.
His touch felt devilish, addicting. It felt like you depended on his hands, mouth, and cock to fill this overstimulating you had.
âYou ready for this cock again, city boy?â Joel asked.
You nodded, and your breaths came out as moans prepared for his cock once again.
Joel stood up from his knees, and that's when you see Joelâs cock. Throbbing, pre cum leaking from the slit. Minutes ago, that cock had cum shooting inside you; it shouldâve been soft at that moment.
But his cock looked like it was before the whole situation started; hard, throbbing, begging to cum.
Joel catches your eyes as your are shocked at his massive length.
âImpressive, huh?â
You reflexively nod your head in hunger, his cock will be inside you again, and you can't wait.
Joel lowers his face to kiss you. His hand travels to your throat as he lightly tightens his grip around your neck. You gasp, and Joel sticks his tongue in your mouth. Joelâs moans were quiet, but you could hear them, even with the shuffling of sheets.
âYou ready for round two, city boy?â
He kisses you before you get to answer.
âYes, yes, Joel, I am.â
Joel backs up from your face, and you crawl backward to have your head on top of the pillows below you.
Joel shrugs his flannel off his shoulder and crawls over you. His face inches from yours, his tanned bare chest hovering away from your bare chest.
He adjusts his cock, and you can feel it press up against your hole. Joel slowly slides his cock inside you. You exclaim in pain, but you can't help but feel pleasure all at the same time.
Your legs are over Joelâs shoulder as he starts slow and then goes faster. Your moans were bouncing over the bedroom that Joel and Adaline shared.
This feeling was unbearable, but you didn't care. The pleasure was worth it.
âHow do you get so fuckinâ tight, baby boy,â Joel growled.
Joelâs eyes darkened; that same look of rage and determination was back on his face. Heavily breathing through his teeth and you gripping his shoulders so hard, you could make crescent moon shapes on his shoulders.
âJoel! Oh my fucking god, I love this so much!â You yelled.
âI love it when you talk dirty, city boy.â
âYour tight pussy doesn't want to let go of my cock. Iâm fuckinâ obsessed with it,â Joel breathed.
Joel wraps his forearms around your legs, making your calves close to his ears. You exclaim in pleasure as heâs fucking you this rough again.
This feeling: It was more than an addiction, a sense; it was indescribable. This immense pleasure youâve never felt before, and you loved everything.
âJ-Joel, slow down; you not gonna last if you go so fast,â You breathed.
âI can't help it, city boy. This tight ass needs my cock. I can tell you need it; Iâm going crazy, baby.â
âI- love it, Joel. Just slow down for a second.â
With that, Joelâs hips started to slow down, he was on the brink of coming, but he didn't care. He just wanted you to feel something: Good, lustful, ecstatic, wanted.
He closed his eyes and kissed you as he could feel your heart almost exploding. He let go of your calves as Joelâs hands were beside your head.
His hips started the pace again. He was pumping like he was on a mission. He didn't want to stop this time; he wanted to cum, inside you to show you that you were his, no one else's.
âUgh, fuck Joel, your seriously going to break me!â You clenched your teeth.
âThatâd be the idea, baby. Your mine, no one elseâs,â Joel growled.
You couldn't tell if it was the alcohol in your system or just your mind, but you understood when Joel said you were his and no one elseâs.
You hated/loved how much that turned you on.
âCity boy, Iâm going to cum, again. Are you ready?â
âYes, Joel, pump your hot cum inside of me.â
Joel clenched his teeth so hard one could out from his gums. His hands were gripping your thighs; they could cause bruising.
Your mind was blanking out as Joel was speeding the pace in his hips even more.â
âFuck, baby, Iâm coming!â Joel yelled.
With one thrust, two, and three thrusts, Joelâs cum shot inside you again. You could feel the warm liquid sit inside you. Joelâs forehead had beads of sweat covering it. He leaned down and kissed your lips softly.
âYouâre gonna stay the night, and I don't want anyone to see the pleasure I gave you tonight. Thatâs for my eyes only.â
You nodded, having no other words to say. Joel slips his cock out of you and lays down next to you, breathing heavily. Your head finds his chest, over his heart. You can hear how fast his heart is pumping. You were so exhausted that you fell asleep on Joelâs sweaty chest.
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sex therapy :: 19. open up
chapter tags/warnings: dad! toji. angsty! megumi. strong language. classism. infidelity. manipulative undertones. naoya sucks ass.
word count: 3.6k
notes: thank you for waiting for this update! i was taking exams for some work-related licenses and started my big girl recently. i've also added more chapters to this series because i underestimated when i first planned out the fic. likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. enjoy! xoxo
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âCan...we talk?âÂ
At first, Toji blinked. Â
Naturally, he wasnât sure how to react to such a situation: his client, who he had assumed avoided him for weeks, now standing at his apartment door? This was new.
He didnât quite understand how or why you ended up here at this hour, but he forced a worried smile. âYeah, of course, we can talk.â Â
When you first tried to speak, your voice only came out as a hoarse croak. So you had to clear your throat, and you forced words to come out again.Â
âIâm sorry,â you managed to eke out. Â
âSorry?â Toji raised a brow in surprise. âFor what?â Â
Hesitating, you bit gently at your inner cheek. âIf I tell you, can you please promise me you wonât get mad? Or judge me? Iâm just...looking for someone to talk to, and I really, really need you to promise me.âÂ
In hindsight, that was a stupid question because you both knew that listening was his job, his profession, his field of expertise. Even with the minimal information Toji had gathered in these few seconds, he probably began piecing together your story on his own already. He was good like thatâthat was what made him your therapist, so there was no need to sugarcoat anything when he already read right through you.Â
Still, Toji eased you with a sturdy nod. âSure. I promise.âÂ
You didnât even know where to start in this apology, frankly. You were sorry for doubting him, sorry for ignoring all the red flags he had pointed out about your husband Naoya Zenin. In the end, you were sorry for being so fucking stupid. Â
The first time Toji had warned you about Naoya, you should have listened. Toji was the expert here, so how blind could you have been? There was nothing like the crushing realization when you realized for yourself that winning your husband back was nothing more than a pipe dream. Â
Far before marrying you, Naoya had long loved someone else. Sure, âloveâ may be a strong word, but why else would Naoya never want to be home? He could hardly find interest in you and became revolted when looking your way. He must have felt so wrong, so immoral, when cheating on his side-girlfriend for his wife. Â
The way Naoya had spoken to you tonight just rubbed salt into the wound. Just shut up. Know your boundaries. Because you were just, in his words, a fucking ornament. Â
His mistress sure wasnât, though, and anyone could place the winning bet that he had gone off to spend the night with her. Â
Why were you not enough?Â
Was it because she was pretty and you were ugly? That she was smart and you were dumb? That she was funny and you were dull? Just...why? What was the reason?Â
And, through thick swallows and blinked-back tears, you told Toji all of that. Â
In one gusto, you have once again dumped all your troubles upon his shoulders. A horrible person, that was what you wereâand knowing this, your gaze stayed low. Â
From your rambling onslaught, Toji must be processing a lot but gave away no emotional indication. From his years at work, he probably had heard it all.Â
You waited for Toji to retort with a pompous âI told you so!â or burst into a disdainful laughâthat was how Naoya would have responded. But those reactions never came. Â
On the contrary, Toji tapped his chest. âCome here.â Â
You frowned over at him, brushing a stray tear from your chin. âWhat?âÂ
âJust get over here.â Â
When you still wavered with reluctance, Toji pulled you tight against himâone hand firmly pressed against your lower back as the other guided your face to nestle by his shoulder. Â
Not expecting this, you were initially stiff and awkward in his arms. Tojiâs chest was hard and muscled rather than comfortable, chiseled from his frequent strength training sessions at the gym. But when he began to rub slow circles at your waist with one hand, the other running up and down your back in gentle strokes, something about these little gestures let all your emotions go.Â
Slowly, you brought your arms up to wrap around him, hugging him in response. He was warm, his body like a furnace that heated your skin. You curled your hands into tight fists, grabbing the fabric of his T-shirt along with your hold.âŻÂ
Then, like floodgates bursting, you melted into Toji with a sob. Â
âWhat have I done wrong?â you wailed. âWhy canât I do anything right? What do I even do from here?âÂ
Toji listened silently as you continued to bawl, releasing all your anger and pain from the terrible weeks that you had endured. He squeezed you the tightest when you sobbed the loudest, comforting you with his âthere thereâ hums.Â
âEverything will be okay,â he affirmed eventually, but his words seemed so difficult to believe.Â
âNo! Everything wonât be okay, Toji,â you cried and shook your head into his neck. âMy husband doesnât want me. Then, if Naoya doesnât want me, the Zenins wouldnât want me. Then, no one will want me!âÂ
âNot true,â Toji was quick to say. He pulled you closer, his large hands patting your upper back too. âForget Naoya, heâs an utter jerk. He might leave you, but you know who wonât? At the very least, your father wonâtâhe loves you.âÂ
âBut I would have disappointed him.âÂ
âHow?â he countered sharply. âIf he had known how his son-in-law was treating his daughter, why would your father be disappointed in you?âÂ
Between sniffles, you ruminated his points, half-convinced.Â
Toji, breathing out, then added, âAlso...I wonât leave you, either. I care about you. There. Youâve already got two on your side. You will not be alone.âÂ
âBut then, what about,â you kept your lips pressed onto his collarbone, âWhat about the Zenins? Would they turn their backs on me too?âÂ
Underneath your fingertips, you could feel Toji tensing at the name. âWith a family so large, there are bound to be those supporting you as well. You make it sound like all his aunts, his uncles, his...,â he paused briefly, â...his cousins, all worship Naoya when a household like that is rife with drama beneath surface level. Family isnât family for something like the Zenins. Politics comes first. Business comes first.âÂ
His answer came out with such confidently that you silently questioned how he could be so sure.Â
But you suddenly remembered the kind embraces from Mai and your heart softened at the thought of Maki.Â
Maybe Toji was right.Â
A soundless sigh flew from your mouth before your arms tightened around Toji's torso, hugging him and resting your chin on his shoulder. After several moments longer, you finally released one long exhale, your tears having stopped and your breathing less erratic.Â
Your heart was like lead in your chest, but you pulled your face away from him. Â
âIâm sorry,â you rasped, throat raw. âMy makeup got onto your shirt.â Â
Tojiâs smile was soft.Â
âThatâs fine.â He couldnât give a damn about his white top. Reassuringly, he ran his hands along your waist before settling on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. âAs long as you are feeling better, thatâs all I need. Besides, thatâs my job, yes?âÂ
âYes...â you mumbled shyly, wiping tears from your face with the heel of your hand. Â
At the sight, Toji reached toward a tissue box behind the door frame. Â
âDonât cry anymore. Naoya isnât worth the heartache, Iâll guarantee you that.â He dabbed at your pretty face with the napkin in his hands, wiping away not only the remaining tears but also the stream of snot. Lovely. âI am your friend, okay? Before the therapist stuff. We will fix this, together. Thatâs what friends are for.âÂ
Friends.Â
When Toji first called him your friend, you did not think that he would somehow become your closest confidant.Â
You leaned into his touch briefly, sinking into the comfort of his palm.Â
âFeeling better, princess?â Â
Toji watched you with a chartreuse glimmer in his eyes before you finally pulled yourself from his grasp. His fingers flexed at the lost touch, almost like he was hesitant to let you go, but who was he to stop you? It wasnât like Toji was your husband or anything.Â
"I am,â you replied. âThank you.âÂ
âAny time.â He hummed in the ensuing silence before stepping to the side. âSince youâre already here, why donât you come in? I wouldnât want you going back like this. Naoya wonât be home, so at least you will have some company here.â Â
Tempting.Â
âI really shouldnât stay...âÂ
âWhat? Are you sure?âÂ
No, you were not sure, and Toji sure as hell knew that.Â
He lolled his head toward the interior, a few of his black strands sliding across his forehead with the movement. Â
âCâmon, I wonât bite,â he reassured before chuckling, âunless...you want me to.âÂ
You shot the therapist a glare, but the resolve to stay upset faded when you saw him gleam with a wide smirk. Well? that mischievous spark in him seemed to say. What do you think? Â
Rolling your eyes, you initially snorted at the offer but could not help smiling at the stupid joke immediately afterward. Your body crumpled forward as you burst into giggles, realizing that this was the first time in weeks that you were...laughing? Â
âFine,â you relented.Â
Toji seemed to beam in silent victory, which was cute coming from someone who looked so tough. He swept his arm in a gentle arc toward his apartment.Â
âThen, after you, mâlady.â Â
You gusYou gushed at the title.
"If you insist,â and you stepped in. Â
The warmth from his condo was the first to greet you as though a fireplace had been crackling in the distance. For someone who somehow had the means to afford such a luxurious space, Toji went simple in his furnishings. His cream-colored walls were cleared, save for some framed art pieces that dotted the corridors, and there were no ornate cabinets or dazzling dĂ©cor. His taste in minimalism and timelessness contrasted with the grandeur in your palatial-like residence, but both styles had their appeal.Â
He had a gray and beige color scheme going on with the couches, the tabletops, and the lighting fixtures. The walnut wood flooring added a rustic touch to the apartment, and every corner effortlessly converged refined aesthetics with the sense of home. Even the smell inside was cozy because the apartment emanated of himâof Toji himself: spices with the redolence of bergamot and sage.  Â
He guided you through a (very wide) hallway that opened into an equally expansive living room. Towards the side was a spiral staircase that led to an upper floor and, further ahead, floor-to-ceiling windows opened to an evening panorama. Â
The sky was completely dark, with the sun sunk below the horizon long ago, and the waxing moon hung like a silver sliver far away. Holding your breath, you stepped towards the glass, observing the bustle far below that twinkled like firecrackers against the concrete backdrop. Â
âYou know, your place...is a lot nicer than I expected.âÂ
The man tucked his large hands into his front pockets. âIâm offended.â Â
Instantly, you grew flustered. âNo, I didnât mean it like that!â (Yes, you totally did.) âItâs just that Sukuna had made it sound likeââ That you were dirt poor. âBut then Geto said...â Okay, you shouldnât be dragging more people into this. âNever mind.âÂ
Quickly, you glanced back outside again, hoping to look like you were distracted by the vista.Â
âBut then Sukuna and Geto said what?â Toji pried, not letting you live this down. He appeared uncharacteristically intrigued. He wanted to know what his coworkers had spilled, by how much you knew. âWhat have the other therapists said about me?âÂ
âAh, nothing much really,â you confessed, which was the truth to some extent. Â
âHow much is ânothing much?ââÂ
âJust, well,â you rolled your lips together in thought, âmaybe that something, some event, or some person wronged you.â Getoâs words rang fresh in your head. âThat âToji just isnât where he could possibly be.ââÂ
Half-expectantly, you looked over at the said man from under your lashes, waiting for him to comment on the matter. Toji always appeared so hesitant to talk about his past, but you hoped that he would stop being so mysterious. It was as though he was an enigma for cautious reasons, assessing how much he could open up before he could entirely trust you.Â
Toji had pursed his lips as the silence in the living room became uncomfortable. But just when he appeared ready to speak, someone else filled the silence for him.Â
âWhy the hell are you here?âÂ
All heads turned to a frowning teenager who stood by the foot of the stairs. Â
He had dark eyesâdark eyes glared only at you, narrowed into a violent abyss as though he was mentally aiming daggers into your soul. For a fleeting moment, you were puzzled at who this boy was until Toji spoke first.Â
âThatâs no way to greet a guest, Megumi.â Â
Oh, right. Toji had an eighteen-year-old son, and Megumi was his name. While you had spoken with the teenager on the phone before, it was different to see him in person for the first time.Â
For starters, the physical similarities between father and son became immediately apparent. Sure, Tojiâs features had a rough edge around themâshaped from his additional years in lifeâbut the two shared the same black stands, pointed noses, and taut lips. There was no denying the flawless genes that flowed between them.Â
Megumi, though, had a subtle softness to him. The teenager was smaller and shorter compared to his imposing and rugged father, but he tried to mask that youthful innocence instead with his brash style. He pulled off that âwildâ look better than most boys his age could, his hair longer and more tousled. The way he stood in a contrapposto, coupled with how stylish he appeared in his fuchsia tee and black cargo pants, made him look like a model from a streetwear magazine. He reached for an ear piercing with fingers adorned with flashy rings, toying with one particular stud as he examined you. Â
Goodness, Megumi Fushiguro was as good-looking as Sukuna had hyped him up to be. Â
âWell?â the boyâs irritated voice snapped you back to the present. âWhat are you doing at our apartment?âÂ
âOh, me?â You pointed to yourself. Well, no shit. Who else was he talking to? âI, umââÂ
âYouâre another one of my dadâs women, arenât you?â the teenager asked out of the blue, leaving you staring at him dumbly.Â
âOne of your dadâs who?âÂ
âHey!â Toji warned, tone sharp. Frowning at the boy, he reprimanded him with one forceful thwack. Dad Toji was very different than Therapist Toji. âWatch what youâ"Â
âYouâre the one who called me down here!â Megumi shouted back, pushing his fatherâs arm away. Â
âYes, I did. So what took you ten minutes to get here?âÂ
âI was in the middle of Valorant. I left my team mid-game but for this?âÂ
And suddenly, there was this thick and awkward tension that engulfed the room. If you had the magical ability to teleport at will, you would. Toji was obviously distraught at his sonâs outburst and Megumi was similarly bristled by your presence. Â
About you? Well, there wasnât anything you could do.Â
You took a few steps back. It was unsettling to be caught in a heated confrontation between father and son, and you silently wondered if you should just slip away to let those two sort out their miscommunications.Â
âSo, this is your new strategy, huh?â Megumi seethed vehemently toward his father, capitalizing upon the silence. âTelling me that Nobara and Yuuji are here only for you to introduce me to, out of everyone in this world, her?!â Â
The attack felt personal when Megumi raised his arm and pointed squarely at you, even if the boy glowered at his dad instead. You had frozen, stopped by confusion, as Megumi continued in anger: âWhat is the meaning of this!âÂ
Toji, who was returning his sonâs glare, glanced at you briefly. He didnât show this side to him very often: the one where he was just a single dad, handling a moody teenage son at home. Â
You wondered if Toji felt weird that you were watching him deal with Megumiâs tantrum. At least, he must be embarrassed that this was how your first encounter with Megumi was going, but he didnât offer much into his internal dialogue because he clenched his teeth, his eyes sliding slowly to his son again. Â
âMegumi,â Toji started, âplease...donât point at people. Thatâs not nice.âÂ
His voice was sterner than before, but the boy responded with a dramatic scoff.Â
âNice?!â Megumi repeated. âYou want me to be nice to her? Is this some sick joke?!â His face twisted with disbelief. âWith all the horrible crap that had happened to us, what good thing has she ever done? Just because sheâs pretty, and suddenly, youâve forgiven her for everything?âÂ
You blinked, stumped.Â
Forgive you?Â
Why would Toji need to forgive you?Â
Perplexed, you turned to Toji but he did not meet your gaze.Â
âThere is nothing to forgive her for. She hasnât done anything wrong,â the older man defended, but Megumi wanted to hear none of this.Â
He was out for blood.Â
âThatâs because youâre too fucking infatuated to see the demon she is,â he huffed, voice laced with bitterness. âDad, I wish you would put your goddamn brain to use and stop thinking with your dick first.â Â
âLanguage!â Toji snapped with a roar. âSheâs our friend!âÂ
âFriend, my ass! I donât like your fucking friends!â Â
With eyes blown wide, Megumi clenched his fists so tightly that his hands began to shake. Â
âI just...I just canât believe you,â and when his voice cracked, there was pain that bubbled from the frustration. âI already told you that I donât want to meet whoever you are bringing home. Just stop trying so hard for my sake. This hurts me, and this also hurts you. Canât you see that, Dad? Nothingâs going to bring Mom back! Iâm over that, alright?â His Adamâs apple bobbed when he gulped, though, before he finally added: âAnd Iâm tired!âÂ
At that, Megumi walkedâcorrection, stormedâaway.Â
âFuck this shit,â he spat and marched up the stairs, grumbling more profanities upon his climb.Â
The footstepsâ volume started to fade, but not before a loud bang startled you when Megumi slammed his bedroom door shut, the entire apartment seemingly shuddering with the sound.Â
Beside you, the Toji that you had always knownâthe snarky man who always seemed so unruffled by even the wildest momentsâcrumbled a little when he sighed. He rubbed his face with a free hand, sinking his forehead into his palm as he muttered indiscernibly.Â
He collected himself he turned back around to you, but you saw that his shoulders sagged with an invisible weight, the emerald glimmer in his eyes now a dim flicker. Within ten minutes, Toji had grown to look stressed and incredibly tired.Â
âHey,â Toji started, his voice impossibly small for a man as large as him. He pinched the bridge of his nose. âSorry that you had to see that. Heâs usually a good kid. Iâll talk to him again later.âÂ
You bit your lip. Â
âOh, um...Well...Thatâs okay,â you eventually replied, which was a total lie because that was not okay. Even as you offered a small smile for support, Megumiâhis words, his tone, his ferocious glareâslashed at your heart. You rationalized his behavior aloud to ease your own pain. âMegumiâs eighteen, and you know what teenagers are like: hormonal with their mood swings all the time. You are a great father, Toji. This isnât your fault.âÂ
âNo. This is my fault,â he replied very quickly. Â
Oh. So instead you said: âI get it.âÂ
âExcept you donât get it.â Â
Your heart sank at his words, realizing that you truly did not understand where this father-son conflict stemmed from. Was it...was it because of you?Â
You never intended to burden anyone, yet your mere existence appeared to be doing just that.Â
It was painful to see Toji like this. During your lowest lows, he always offered considerable comfort and renewed confidence, but you werenât sure what to say to provide him with the same. By some weird twisted fate, Toji now needed you more than you needed him. As a therapist, he had a special soothing effect, and never have you so badly wished for the same.Â
âThen,â this time you were more careful with your words, âThen, help me understand. Help me so that I can then help you.â Â
Tone resolute, you longed to learn about the unspoken difficulties that Toji had been facing by himself. While you had your troubles, he must have had many more for his sonânot even Toji himselfâto act this way. Â
Perhaps you also cared for him more than you thought because, as he noted himself, heâs your friend.Â
Toji held a long inhale, thinking and thinking and thinking, before breathing out in one audible go. Â
âWhere do I even start?âÂ
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end notes: I loved fleshing out our relationship with Toji from a channel to mutually release sexual frustrations to a friendship built upon shared vulnerabilities. Also, Megumi is very much in his emo and rebellious teenage era. Like most people his age, he has his reasonsâŠ
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