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bokutosmochi · 6 months

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kinktober day seven: mask kink!

FOGGY MIRRORS ♡ FUSHIGURO TOJI

fem!reader x ghostface! fushiguro toji

ingredients: toji indulges you in one of your fantasies

what's it: smut

allergen warning/s: knife kink, mirror kink, degradation [name calling, slut shaming], breeding kink, mask kink

sugar level: 1.5k

regulars: @ventdavi154 @deobiforever @sugusshi @angelshub

parlor's note: i love toji and i love scream, this is literally a match made in heaven and i love it.

bon appetit!

you've always been a big fan of the scream movies.

sure, there were ones you heavily preferred over the others, but nevertheless, the iconic movie franchise had a glimmer of nostalgia to it, making it one of your comfort movies. as such, it became a tradition of sorts for you to watch the movies during halloween season. no matter how busy you were, you've always been able to squeeze it somewhere in the month's schedule, whether it be spaced out between weeks, or not spaced out at all, instead being a movie marathon.

this didn't change when you started dating fushiguro toji.

it didn't matter if he admitted it or not, you both knew he loved the movies now too. amazingly, he's never watched any of the movies before you started dating. when he first told you this fact, you couldn't help but gasp and pull him to your bedroom, exclaiming a mishmash of words pertaining to having him watch the entire franchise, though he was only able to piece that out once you spread out all the cds in front of him. at the time, your words were all too slurred together for him to understand anything.

along with your obsession with the movies, he also knew about your infatuation with the ghostface character; it was really skeet ulrich and matthew lillard's performance of the iconic masked fiend that made you fall in love with the character. he was so charismatic, and the teasing tilt that's ever present in his unique and recognizable voice reminded you of another dark haired man you're in love with. if the way you looked at the television with a dreamy look on your face whenever ghostface is on screen didn't tell toji enough, there was also a time where you spelled it out for him, telling him that one of your fantasies was to fuck him while he's dressed as the horror icon.

and fushiguro toji never disappoints.

"this what you wanted, filthy girl?" toji grunted in your ear. the man in question told you to put on minimal makeup some minutes ago, emphasizing mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick.

you didn't know why he did that at first. one of your guesses, and certainly the most realistic one was maybe he's going to take you out on a date and wanted you to get ready, but toji has never asked you to apply makeup whenever you're going on dates before. he's never minded you going with makeup or going barefaced so it confused you.

now you know why. the man had the biggest kink for ruining your makeup. there was something about smudging your mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick that never failed to make his cock stir in his pants.

he loves you barefaced, he loves you with makeup skillfully done, and he loves you with messy makeup.

he loves it to the point where whenever you have it on, he always fucks you harder than usual. like now.

he has you bent over the bathroom counter, bare chest pressed tightly against the cold marble as one of his hands apply pressure to your back. your hands are laying on the table too, at first trying to find purchase on anything, grip on anything, but now, you've resorted to just clenching and unclenching them because toji, that tease, would end up shoving the items within your grasp away.

if it was any other time, he'd tell you to look into his eyes through the mirror in front of you, but that's not entirely possible right now as he's busy making your fantasies come to life: he's wearing the ghostface robe and mask. as a cherry on top, he also has a knife against the skin of your throat. the metal is cold and sharp, and you barely feel the edge. it's angled so you would be able to feel how sharp it is, feel the danger in the situation, but not enough to actually harm you. you know it's a real weapon, but your worry is zero to none because toji has experience with them. you're assured that you're safe, that somehow, someway, he's tilted it so that even if you lurch too far forward, it wouldn't actually cut into your flesh: at least to a degree where it'll cause significant injury.

just as he planned, makeup's running down your face, staining it. he's fucking you so well, to the point where your lips are bitten and swollen though you have kissed nothing but the plastic of his mask and there are black tracks running down your eyes from the tears you've shed due to him continually bruising your cervix.

"can you hear that?" he stops talking for a moment to emphasize his point, though even when he speaks, you could still hear the sound of wet skin hitting wet skin, the squelch of your pussy as his cock pushes its way in. "that's the sound of you being a fucking slut."

"you're so wet." he runs the hand that was previously on your lower back up your inner thigh, moist with your arousal, then grips your face. it's tight, the way he holds you, and having your scent so near your face makes your head spin. your cheeks squish together and can't help but moan at the sight, reflected through the mirror that's fogging up with each pant that comes out of your mouth. "d'you see how wet you are? all for some murderer in a mask and a knife by your throat?" his tone does not hide his disgust and it makes you squeeze around him.

he can't help but sneer a whore at your reaction to his degrading words.

"fuck, i love this little slutty pussy." he throws his head back. the words are muffled through the mask, but it's enough to send shivers down your spine.

he lets go of your cheeks for a second to toss one of your legs up onto the counter effortlessly. the new position lets him hit deeper inside you and you damn near scream at the feeling.

toji chuckles, "quiet down, baby. don't want any of your neighbors to file a noise complaint, don't ya? i know it's halloween, but i don't think they're that nice."

you're left a whimpering, wet mess below him, but you wouldn't have it any other way. everything happening is straight out of what used to be just your filthiest late night fantasies, from toji's build, his voice, the way he moves his hips, his cock, his demeanor, both reminiscent of himself and the character he's dressed up as, his look, the way he talks to you, everything. as always, he knew what you wanted without having to ask you. this includes the way his hand traveled to your clit, and how he moved the hand holding the knife as you jolted forward. "bet you're close, sweet girl. your pussy's squeezing me so tight." he gasps and you nod.

"nghh yes! yes, please can i come?" you would have gone completely limp from his ministrations, if it wasn't for the hand that's gripping the blade holding you up.

he puts his face close to your ear, and in a mocking manner says "you have to beg for it first." making you whine. he tuts at you condescendingly. "you said you wanted a villain, baby. what kind of villain would i be if i took it easy on you?"

then he makes it even harder when he rolls your swollen bud with his calloused fingers which causes your knees to buckle. "beg for it, sweet girl. i know you can do it."

"please, please, please, please," you sob. "wanna come so bad. lemme come for you, mister ghostface, please."

those were the right words to say, lemme come for you, because before you knew it, he's growling out a do it at the same time he's thrusting his hips harder as he breeds you, pushing his semen further inside you.

"there you go, there you go, you dirty girl."

i get: reblog

you get: a ghostface mask with toji's 🤭

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chocochipsushi · 7 months

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𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

SFW

🌸Word count: 539 words

🌸AU: Toji x clumsy bimbo reader

Part 2 >>

“Do you think plants feel pain when we trim them?”

There is silence, so you look up from grooming your green babies to look at Toji, who is sitting on the flower-shaped chair, his elbow on the leaf-like armrest, his fist holding up his cheek. He is watching you unblinkingly, almost mesmerised.

You wave your pink scissors in the air between the both of you. “Hello? Toji~ Toji Fushiguro~”

He blinks several times as if waking himself up from his stupor. “Hmm?”

“I asked if you think plants feel pain when I trim them,” you repeat, placing the hand with the scissors on your hip.

He rubs his palm over his face. “I’m not sure, baby. Maybe.”

You stare at him for a second before grinning. “Hey! ‘Baby’ and ‘maybe’ rhyme!” Toji can only stare at you in amusement. You lift the scissors in the air and flick it to the left. You don’t know that Toji’s heart stops with every swish of your wrist. “Maybe, baby,” you say. Then you flick the weapon to the right. Toji’s heart halts again. God, if you accidentally hurt yourself with that… “Baby, maybe.” You giggle and look at Toji. “Say ‘Maybe, baby’.”

He indulges you, hoping to stop you from waving the dangerous thing in the air. “Maybe, baby.”

Seeing the smile growing on your face, his features soften just a little, until he sees you running towards him with the pair of scissors in your hand.

“STOP!”

You do exactly just that, shocked by his yell. Toji’s body is tense and his heart is racing. But he notices the kicked puppy look on your face. So he lets out the breath he didn't know he had been holding and tries to calm himself down. He points to the tool in your hand.

“Let’s always put sharp things down before we do any running, shall we?” he says slowly and gently, like he is talking to a toddler.

You glance at the pair of pink scissors in your hand and realise that he is right. He has warned you many times about running with dangerous items in your grasp — even more about just running in general, actually. You are such a klutz that the only way to protect you from yourself is to treat you like a child under surveillance.

So you stick the pointed end of the scissors into the soil of the closest plant and turn back to Toji with hopeful eyes. He rolls his eyes and sighs, and you know that he is giving you permission to run now. So you rush over to your boyfriend, throwing yourself onto his lap, your arms around his neck. He immediately wraps his arms around you, cushioning any injury you might have attained from the sheer impact of you jumping on him.

“I don’t get why people think you’re so scary, Toji,” you muse as you brush his fringe from his eye. “You’re so cute and so sweet to me. You’re like a big, cuddly bear!” you squeal as you give him a big, tight hug.

Toji squeezes your waist in response as he murmurs in your hair, “Yeah, well, people would be more tolerable if they were more like you.”

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st4rg4z3 · 8 months

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─ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ, ʙᴀʙʏ - ᴛ.ꜰ

pairings : exbf!toji x fem!reader

cw: smut + swearing + pussy eating + exchanging salivas + lots of touching, groping, teasing + breeding kink + unprotected sex + p in v + cumming inside + a lil face slapping + mentions of oral sex ( fem recieving ) (LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING)

“I know you want me, baby, don’t lie to yourself.” Toji whispered, his voice was gruff — picking you up, wrapping his arms around your waist before sitting both of you down on the couch.

You always wanted him, you know that. The fact that he even asked that was dumb, stupid because you already knew that he knew that you wanted it, he just had to hear you say it.

You looked up to him, “P-please, ji” you said, whining before placing your lips against him. Your mouth was on his as you rocked against him, letting out little whimpers and moans

You didn’t know how you got here, one moment Toji was infront of your door, you both decided to bring everything that you gave to each other back the next minute here you are, grinding on him, looking absolutely eager to feel him again.

“Look at you, so fuckin’ desperate” he whispered, pulling away, pulling you flush against him and holding you tightly in his arms. He pulled away gently, chuckling as you chased his lips again for a kiss, “Mm mm baby, need to hear you say it. Need you to use your words, just like how I taught you.” Toji said, shaking his head no.

You looked at him before nodding, “Please, Toji. I need you” you choked out, your words punctuated by the way he thrust his hips, knocking the air out of you. “Good fucking girl” Toji hummed before standing up, with you still in his arms as he walked towards your room, placing you down gently on your bed.

He groaned as he tugged his sweatpants down before tugging yours off too. He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, his hands running over your skin. “Good job for using your voice, baby.” he said, kissing along your neck as you both moaned in pleasure.

He then started to kiss you down to your stomach, reaching your thighs, giving both of it the attention it needed. “Toji, I don’t need that” you said, reaching for his hair, tring to pull him up. He then pushed your hand away gently, “Patience ‘kay? need to prep my pussy first” he said, placing his lips above your clit, teasing you causing you to whine, making him chuckle.

As Toji encloses his mouth directly on your clit and sucks, you prop up your elbows to look down. When you saw his pink, full lips surrounding your clit, your arm grew weak, causing you to fall back.

Your legs started shaking and your body started convulsing as Toji's hand went up your breasts, grabbing and squeezing them gently. You felt your stomach contracting — moaning loudly, Toji looked up to you, smirking — that signaled him that you were about to cum.

You felt him pull away from you causing you to whine, “Toji…” you said, squirming. “I’m sorry baby, just wanted to feel you cum around me” Toji cooed before hovering over you — he then reached down, aligning his cock against your soaked entrance. You felt him use the head of his cock to rub against your entrance, smearing your wetness around.

He then slowly pushed his cock inside you, groaning. “Shit, missed your cunt wrapped around me so fucking much, why the fuck did you have to dump me, huh?” he hissed, feeling your walls tighten around his cock. He missed this, how fucking warm you are, how you can barely keep your eyes open. He loved it when he fucked you dumb.

You felt his mouth moving down to your neck, “D-don’t leave marks please, Toji. Mm plea-” Toji hummed before pulling away, “—I do what I want, doll.” going back down, leaving various bites and bruises on your neck. Toji pushed deeper, bringing his hand on your lower half, his thumb to press down on your clit, rubbing it in circles.

His hips start moving even faster and each plunge into your pussy sends his cock reaching impossibly deeper inside. His breathing turns heavy, his jaw drops open. “Shit-“ a broken groan leaved his lips before he slowly pulls out of you. “Stand up” he walked around the bed and sat himself against the headboard.

You walked towards him, straddling his waist, “Want you to ride me, been missin’ it baby” you nodded cupping his cheek before placing a kiss on his lips, lining his cock against your entrance. You slowly sank down on him, Toji holding your waist guiding you slowly before letting it go making sure that you’ve adjusted to the new position.

He licked his lips as he saw you start moving on your own, you placed your palms on his chest, using him as leverage to ride his cock, bouncing on him faster. “Uh uh, slow down, doll. I ain’t going nowhere” Toji looked at you, his eyes half lidded. It’s been so long since he last felt you, he’s honestly not surprised that the both of you looked so fucked out right now.

You felt his hand move towards your neck, firmly wrapping his hand around it, pulling you closer, his forehead against you. He started thrusting up, meeting your ass halfway, “Yeah? fucking like that huh? can feel your cunt tighten around me — you gonna cum baby?” he looks at you, wiping the drool from your lip, chuckling as you whine.

“Fucking answer me” he said, patting your face gently, looking at you, looking absolutely fucked out, your make up all over the place, you were so beautiful. “Wan’ — wan’ it uh so bad Toji” he chuckled, hearing you struggle with your words.

Toji’s hand comes down between the both of you, reaching down to your puffy clit, feeling his thumb generously rub small circles as he fucks you into your orgasm. “Give it to me, doll. Fuckin’ give — uh— it me” his lip tucked between his teeth, stomach flexing as he brings you down from your high, chuckling because of how you kept on squirming away from his thumb, feeling overstimulated.

He groaned, feeling you tighten around him, he can feel his high, “Just a little more, shit — i’m fucking close. You can handle it, baby” his thrusts becoming sloppy and deeper as he shudders with every thrust.

You felt his cock pulse inside you, going deeper with every thrust. His hold on your waist tightening, he pulled you in close, wrapping both of his arms around your waist, “Wan’ you to milk my cock, you’d do that right? — gon’ be a good girl for me huh?” his words slurred, feeling sensitive from how tight you were.

When he felt you nod against his shoulder, you heard him curse, his thrusts coming to a stop as his cock twitched against your sensitive walls, “Did so well well for me, such’a good girl” he gently rubbed his hands on your back before pulling away, placing a kiss on your forehead.

He placed his hands on your face, “Mine — all mine. Don’t ever leave me again” pressing his fingers underneath your chin to tilt your head forwards until his lips captured yours.

You just knew it, you’re his, he’s yours, it’s always been like that. No matter how fucked up it is, the both of you will just keep on coming back to each other.

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vilsoo · 1 year

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୨⎯ 𝐆𝐎𝐃’𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 † PROLOGUE. ⎯୧

incubus!fushiguro toji x fem!reader

꒰ ✟ ꒱ GENRE: horror, demon au, nsfw 18+, porn with plot.

꒰ ✟ ꒱ SUMMARY: Sex demons are not as provocative as you think they are. Not only do they engage in sexual acts with humans, they thrive off their flesh and haunt them in their nightmares. When an incubus disguised as a Reverend turns a hungry eye on one of the parishioners, gruesome events at the cathedral slowly unfold; blasphemy, gore, and terror...

꒰ ✟ ꒱ CHAPTER WARNINGS: violence, blood, death, WC: 1,401

GSW MASTERLIST • NEXT CHAPTER

NOTES. this series is currently being revamped and i hope you all enjoy <33 if you want to be tagged for new updates on here, the taglist is now available in the gsw masterlist !!

ㅤ 200 ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀɢᴏ ‏‏‎ ‎ ㅤ ʟᴀᴛᴇ 19ᴛʜ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏ. . .

"May I have this dance?" The man's silvery voice echoed.

The layers of the woman's extravagant ballgown billowed and rippled ever so graceful, ever so modest, the revering gleam in her eyes crawling under his skin with beautiful intensity. It was no mistake that she saw him before he saw her that night with such feigned enticement for him, her stunning silhouette of the night enchanting his mind with the need to uncover her mystery.

He found her alone on the balcony overlooking the ballroom, the daffodil-colored flames of the crystal chandeliers adorning to her ballgown. Alone in the grand golden halls with colossal stone pillars and a polished luxurious floor, watching the people of the grandeur waltz in perfect harmony.

The man in his dark, embroidered suit held his arm out in wait of her response. She tilts her head at him coquettishly and scrutinizes his features. Every movement of her body was so elegant to him, so serene. "You may," she tells him, the softest mutter of a fragile prayer. Her hand hooks onto his arm, sauntering down the grand stairs with no sign of reluctance.

The man then held her hand as she walked through the night like passion's grace, locking her pure and slothful eyes onto his as they faced each other on the polished dance floor. The orchestra's vibrations and whimsical notes hung in the air, attaching strings of gold onto the joints of the dancers and controlling them marionettes. The two bow to each other before he offers his hand for her again, the silk of her gloves intertwining with his.

They swirled on the dance floor like ocean currents and waltzed in a beautiful rhythm. "You look ravishing, my dearest," he spoke sweetly to the woman. He would pull her closer by the waist, her gracious ballgown beneath, and a wide smile stretched across her face.

Her laugh was as sweet as a deadly sin.

The woman's eyes never left on him, her fingers sliding up his arms with the coldest calculation and a wanton purpose. It felt like wrapping him into a spell, crawling into his skin slowly, and slipping him into a trance with her. Her wild ecstasy was filling her, an insatiable hunger and frenzy slowly growing to its peak. Together, they were raptured into their own little fairy tale.

A dark and twisted little fairy tale.

The two conversed after their waltz, roaming freely in the luxe halls and speaking passionately until the echoes of the party turned faint. Oh, how he didn't know about the bloodlust and rapacious desire boiling erratically in the woman. He doesn't know who she really is, what was really behind that tempting smile full of lies. Taking his hand, she took him far away from the vicinity and outside under the pale moonlight, the sound of gravel crunching in their path.

Dragged into the forest, surrounded by the wicked silhouettes of naked tree branches shaped like lightning bolts, and the moon barely illuminating their faces. The two were nearby a lake. He can hear the ravens and crows cawing among the trees as they fled across the sky, camouflaging with the darkness.

"Where have you taken me?" he asks, completely oblivious of her doings.

She inches closer and holds onto his face in feigned comfort, feeling the beating of his heart that was soon to disappear.

"Somewhere more private."

This was the night. The night the devil herself had come up to earth. An incarnate of darkness, corrupting the fate of men and their pure souls. A young lady so graceful now murderous and fuming with her beautiful prey.

She distracts him with a slow kiss. Nothing could hold her, nothing could stop her, for her insatiable lust for flesh and blood and human terror kept raging. Ravens, crows, and vultures crowded around, perched on tree branches as they watched. Their kiss drowns deeper, the slickness of her tongue moving against his. A wonderful and soft kiss he settled in, blossoming this ravenous desire.

But when the man's eyes slowly peaked open, and the moon was not illuminating of brilliant silver beams, he realized that he would never see the color red the same again.

"Do you see that?" he whispers in alarm, arching his neck at the sky.

"See what?" The woman whirls around to raise her head at the sky, the dark clouds and the moon appearing to be red.

He scanned the setting. Black birds and bats started flying over them, cawing loudly and scattering uncontrollably.

"What are they doing?"

The woman kept her head up high, still holding onto his neck and feeling the anticipation cascade over her brilliantly. A sinister smirk slowly crept at the edge of her lips, hands moving to his chest.

"They're waiting, my dearest."

The woman suddenly shoves him onto the grass, immediately straddling him and ruling over him with tremulous, raw kisses of hunger. Though the man was lost, he was still under her spell. Blood and fire-stained eyes turning a yellow sapphire, the tongue of a serpent and a champion born of bloodlust. Her hand was palming the hard bulge in his slacks, emitting soft sighs from the man.

"Are you scared?" she whispers tenderly, her fingers intertwined with the locks of his hair.

The man shook his head meekly at her. He can feel her shapely curves and take in that addictive aroma, beautiful as the red moon. Lust and longing fill the air as she drew away from his lips and licked her owns.

"That’s too bad. I need you frightened."

Suddenly, her mouth stretches open— so wide, so horrifying, that the man could not believe his own eyes. A succubus personified, one of the deadliest creatures of the night that prey and reap on the lives of innocents. Made to taste like honey and cream, born to obsess your thoughts. He screams, he shrieks, scurrying to stand on his feet, but stumbled when he clawed at his neck.

She laughs hysterically at the man's struggling protests. Puddles of crimson and patterns of clotted blood coat on the grass and soaked his ivory suit. He struggled to fight every rough, jagged bite and puncture of her claws she projected on him, but his strength staggered. The birds were cawing loudly. It didn't take long until his body grew numb, a sign that his life was fading away greatly. Her chin, teeth, and lips were dyed in his splattered blood, a bittersweet flavor on her tongue that drove her libido extremely crazy.

From there she continued to eat his flesh, leaving room for the vultures and other carnivores. She ripped him from limb to limb, muscle to muscle, organ to organ, most signs of beautiful flesh, until his bones were licked clean.

She stared into the sky, the moonshine fading back to silver. Her beautiful ballgown was decorated with his blood, splattered on her cleavage and neck. Evil, fear, and terror— the woman's divine embodiment and embrace. She had a crimson smile extended, fulfilled and satisfied of her wildest, yet primal need.

The deadliest, macabre, and horrifying succubus ever alive; the Sinistress. Incapable of love, incapable of possessing a heart. The root of all evil herself. On the 666th day when civilization on Earth started developing, she was born in Hell from people's fear of sin. With such tremendous and terrorizing powers as a sex demon that feeds off sin and flesh and sexual energy, she continued to scorch the Earth forever, keeping herself young and beautiful, yet sultry and deadly.

For centuries, the Sinistress would linger in the dreams of sinful people throughout her years, mutating them into night terrors and allowing a gateway for other incubi and succubi from Hell to feed off their sexual energy. And once these victims figured that the Sinistress can disguise herself as a mortal, her presence was haunted down for centuries, where the innocent women in town who were accused as witches were targeted and burned at the stake.

Never has she been caught, until, a sneaky priest ordained as an exorcist that has been targeting that succubus for years trapped her soul in a place where she cannot harm others for eternity; the Malevolent Shrine. The nightmares faded, and the innocent were able to work peacefully with no gruesome disturbance in town.

But it wasn't until another human discovered how to unbind her.

#ཐི♰ཋྀ ⋆ 𝐆𝐎𝐃’𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄. ๋࣭ 𖤐 #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro fic #toji fushiguro smut #tw dark fic #toji x y/n #tojo smut #toji fic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk toji #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut

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lolitakirstein · 2 months

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Hey Neighbor Pt 7

Part 7

{Previous Part}

[Archive of Our Own Link]

Oh, yeah. I’m here to apologize for my drunken behavior last night.

Finally, you remembered why you had come to Toji’s house. You had forgotten amidst the never-ending back and forth between you two.

Feeling a little more focused, you sit up straighter as Toji stomps down the stairs.

“Better,” he asks, gesturing to the shirt he now wears. Though better than being shirtless, the black shirt clings to every muscle in his chest and stomach. He slumps back into his chair beside you.

“Yeah,” you squeak out.

“So what important adult things do you want to discuss,” he crosses his arms across his broad chest.

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior last night,” you reply, tiredly. Your eyes focus on your hands in your lap. Once again you feel embarrassed.

“Oh?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Yeah, so. Sorry. I usually don’t drink. Actually, I never drink,” you confess.

“So what made you drink so much last night.”

You shrug. “Just a lot on my mind.”

“Like?”

“I don’t know. Long hours of work. Still trying to settle in and then after you said those..things.” Shit! You didn’t want to bring that up. Not yet anyway. You hadn’t planned on how to tackle it.

“What things,” he leans his forearms on the table. You dare to meet his eyes, scared of seeing a smug look. Instead, his eyes have softened. The teasing, cocky attitude is gone.

“Nothing,” you shake your head and push back from the table. “Just— sorry about last night”

You turn to leave, suddenly exhausted and embarrassed by confessing so easily to a stranger. You feel Toji grab your hand and tug you back.

“Hey,” he says soothingly. “Talk to me.”

Until this moment you haven’t realized how alone you have felt since moving in. How sometimes you cried yourself to sleep because of it. You busied yourself with work and hobbies, but at the end of the day, you felt utterly alone. In your grief and your love life.

Tears threaten to fall but you whip them away quickly. “My grandmother was my last living relative. My parents are dead and I have no siblings. She was it.”

“I know,” he answers, softly.

“How? How do you know? And don't give me that ‘it's not my place to tell you’ shit like there’s some big secret I don’t know about.” the words tumble out faster than you can register what you're saying.

Toji reclines in his seat, staring up at the ceiling with a huff.

“Why was Megumi ‘hiding’ there while you were gone?” you continue. “And how did you know she called me—”.

Again, tears choke you from repeating those words. You can’t bring yourself to speak them without falling apart at this point.

“Il mio Angellino” Toji finishes for you. He tilts his head back to look at you. You nod and look to the floor, still afraid to vocalize an answer.

“She told me of course. You,” he drawls, standing up and closing the gap between your bodies, “were the most important thing on this planet to her. She wanted nothing but to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?” you ask weakly, craning your neck to look up at him. Toji squeezes his eyes shut as if he’s having an internal struggle. As if he’s conflicted about whether to tell you what you're so desperate to know or not. Boldly, you squeeze his strong forearm and softly beg once more. “Please”

“I promise, you will get the answers you want. But—” he sighs, “I can’t. Not right now anyway. And yes, Megumi was—hiding, in a sense, at her house while I was at work because I trusted her to keep him safe”

“And what exactly is your ‘work’” You narrow your eyes at him. “You kill people or something?”

“I can’t…discuss that.”

Your anger threatens to erupt. Why is he making this so fucking difficult? He’s acting as though there’s some huge conspiracy going on. And what did you, or Megumi for that matter, need protection from? Or was it a person or people? A group? You spin on your heel to leave. For real this time. Tears burn and blur your vision, making you fumble with the doorknob. After a few attempts you finally sprint out the door.

As you're distracted with wiping the tears on your sleeve, you’re suddenly stopped in your tracks by something—someone to be exact. You stumble back.

A tall man stands before you holding a briefcase and wearing a well-tailored black suit. He slides his sunglasses down his nose, looking you up and down with eyes that strike fear into you. He slides them back over his eyes. “Are you ok, dear?” he asks in a crisp accent.

Too overwhelmed by everything, you quickly rush past. Not daring to speak or look back, but you can feel his gaze on your back. Once safely inside your house and locking the door, you peek through your window, watching the man enter Toji’s house.

A/N short one today, next chapter will be in from toji's POV

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DEBT, CHAPTER 13

➣ warnings: yakuza boss!toji fushiguro x black coded reader, mentions of sex, mentions of sex work, profanity, gang violence, yakuza au, baby!megumi, drug mentioned, alcohol usage, drug usage, stripping, naoya being naoya, oc x reader, toji fushiguro x reader, naoya zenin x reader

➣ chapter summary: toji's deal with keigo turns sour while the mystery of naoya's whereabouts are finally solved.

➣ tags: @maydayaisha @eiflawriting @ihateliyah @ceeriusly-dumb @galaxness @stephanythedramaqueen @littlemochi @todo7roki @whatdidhesayyyy @protectpancakes @hellavile @dazaisfavgf @etaerealboy @tojiswhore1 @bbgiirrl @aasouthteranoswife @caribbeanwifey19 @lilith412426

[ masterlist + previous + ao3 + click here to see how asahi looks ]

TOJI FUSHIGURO DIDN’T TRUST ASAHI AT ALL. Maybe the fact that Asahi had relations with Y/N left a nasty taste in his mouth. How could someone like him even have the opportunity to be with her? The two of them are opposites of each other. Naoya would have been the better fit for this drug task, considering that those two had similar qualities. However, Toji was sitting in complete silence next to Asahi in the back of Asahi’s personal driver's car. Toji should have had Gojo or one of them follow behind him, but this meetup was last minute. When he had spoken with Asahi earlier—he didn’t sound like his usual self. Toji had to be alert; this could be a setup.

No, Asahi wouldn’t hurt him. Especially when Asahi knew that would cause Y/N to dislike him.

“Are you going to tell me where the hell we’re going? I don’t particularly trust you to be alone with you and your men.” Toji spoke out as his eyes glanced out the window. “Plus, you should be at the port—we do have a shipment coming through.”

“You know, Toji. I knew I should have backed out of this deal when that Russian fucker wouldn’t tell me what drugs we would be handling.” Asahi sighed as he locked his cell phone. “I have handled drugs for years now and prefer to know what I’m handling so it’ll be easier to transport. If it’s cocaine, you can disguise it in flour or baby formula packaging. Pills, fake vitamin packaging, and so on. But he won’t tell me what it is.”

“And you find that strange?” Toji asked. “How exactly did you even come upon this deal?”

“Councilman, plus like Keigo said—the closest port near you is in my district. So, it wouldn’t make sense to give this deal to anybody else but me. You’ll be surprised how crooked a lot of politicians are.” Asahi adds.

“Y/N mentioned you were working with him because you need help finding your sister,” Toji says. “I wouldn’t want to be in debt with someone wrapped in politics—cause push comes to shove, they’ll backstab you first.”

Asahi chuckles at his statement. “Don’t underestimate me, Fushiguro. Unlike you, I don’t follow some moral code; I’m a part of a yakuza, and people in the yakuza do bad things.” He sits back in his seat. “But, when it comes to what goods we got at the port—I crossed the line at this shit, and I came to you because, for some reason, I feel like you’re the only one I can trust. I don’t even trust councilman Hong and his annoying son with this situation.”

“When the hell did the shipment come in, and you’re just telling me about it?” Toji asked.

“The shipment came early. I don’t think Keigo knows that. Listen only my men, me, and now you know about this.” Asahi sighs. “I feel like Keigo was trying to set us up or something.”

The car stopped, and Toji didn’t say much as he followed Asahi out of the car. The scent of salt water lingers up Toji’s nostrils as the two men walk silently towards the dock where their shipment goes through. As the two approached a guy leaning against one of the shipping containers—he immediately stood up straight, seeing Asahi and Toji approach them.

“Asahi, they’re pretty shaken up. I tried talking to them, but they just stayed silent.” The dark-haired male spoke out.

“I figured, who knows how long they've been in there. Did you contact the people I asked you to contact?” Asahi asked.

“Yes, Jackson said he’s getting your other vacant property ready, and I already contacted Inei for help in case any of them need medical attention.” Daisuke promptly answered.

Them.

“What the fuck is going on, Asahi?” Toji asked.

Asahi motioned for Daisuke to open the container, and as the moon shone down on the trio—Toji’s eyes lit up in horror at seeing what he was seeing. He was expecting to see drugs, lots of them. But instead, he only saw girls and women. He was positive he saw someone as young as ten. Asahi took a step forward and glanced at him, “The goods in question are women. Fuckin’ women. I draw the line at this, Fushiguro, because I know for a fact my sister went through this.” Asahi’s fingers comb through his hair.

Toji’s fist clenched at the sight he was seeing. The thing is, the container was open—these women and girls could just run. But they didn’t; they sat in fear, looking at the three men as if they were going to hurt them. Toji let out a sigh before speaking, “Don’t let your emotions get the best of you—we have to get out of here before security comes patrolling the area.” Toji said.

It was time for Toji to equip the right leadership role that was given to him. Although this leadership role included doing things like torturing and possibly causing people to disappear—he didn’t need Asahi to do anything out of emotion. “Get your shit together, Asahi. If we want to figure out why Keigo wanted us to be fucking sex traffickers—I need you to not think with your emotions.” Toji explained.

His finger points to Daisuke, “See if you can get some men immediately to drive some trucks. Preferably ones with tinted windows. Send half to Asahi's location and half to the location I have.” Toji explains.

He had another property somewhere else other than his house. He could see if Shoko could handle anything medical—he would have to pay her a hefty price. But he was okay with that.

“Asahi, I’m the last person you want to be stuck in this situation with. But it looks like we have to lean on each other to handle this situation.” Toji glanced at Asahi, who inhaled sharply and exhaled.

“You’re right, but when the time comes—I want to be the one to put three holes in Keigo’s head like a bowling ball.” Asahi adds.

“He’s all yours, but first, we focus on ensuring they’re safe. They have already been through horrible shit—let’s make sure they’re safe first.” Toji assured, and for once, he didn’t receive some snarky comment from Asahi. Instead, he watched the young man step forward towards the shed.

He could hear him speaking French, maybe seeing if one of the girls knew French and was willing to talk to him. Toji sighed as he pulled out his phone to call Geto. He figured he was probably the only one up at this time. “Suguru, I need a favor.”

“What’s up? I just got done collecting dues from some people and was about to head out for drinks with Satoru.” He said.

“Great, I need both of you to stop at my other property for me. See if you can get others to meet you there to patrol the area—set it up for refuge. Buy some hot food, drinking water, blankets, towels, and anything at this point. I’ll explain to you and the others when I get there in about an hour. I have to contact Shoko to see if she can help out.”

He could sense Geto’s silence on the other end. Toji knew Geto wanted to ask a question, but he instead just agreed to do what he was asked and ended the call. Toji soon called Shoko; when he heard her voice, he knew she was still at the hospital.

“If you got yourself stabbed again, I taught Satoru—” Toji cut off Shoko’s words.

“No, it’s not for me. I’ll explain when I see everyone, but I really need you. Like urgently.” Toji said with desperation on his tongue.

He could hear her saying something to a nurse before speaking once again, “I have to check up on some of my patients, and I can help. Just send the address.” She immediately says.

“Thank you, Shoko, I knew I could count on you.” Toji lips form a sly grin.

“I’ll let you know—Naoya?” Shoko questioned on the other end of the phone.

“Naoya? He’s there?” Toji asked.

“Uh, Toji. I’ll be there to help you after this. Naoya just got rolled in, and it looks bad. I have to go.”

Before Toji could get more information, he was met with the dial tone. He saw trucks pulling up, and just as he asked—each of them had tinted windows. If he remembered, when he saw the women in the shipping container—he counted maybe about fifteen of them. He felt Asahi standing next to him. “Did any of them start talking?”

“Yes, one speaks Japanese. She said the person in charge of this whole damn thing calls himself Death.” He sighed. He leaned forward, mimicking the kanji that represents Death on the door of the shipping container. It was the same thing the young woman he talked to traced on the shipping container floor. “So, Keigo isn’t working alone. He has a boss above him.”

“We have to figure out who this Death person is. It was as if they purposely set us to do this deal to get us caught up in some crazy shit with the cops.” Toji watched as some of Asahi’s men helped the women in the trucks that pulled up.

“Where the hell do we start with that? I don’t think it’s fair to question these girls immediately on what they know—they’ve seen and been through enough.” Asahi admits as he walks side by side near Toji.

“I agree; we must ensure they’re safe and healthy first. They need to be comfortable with us because, in their mind, they think we’re about to fuckin’ sell them.” Toji adds. He pulls his phone out, texting an address to Asahi. “You can tell one of your guys to send half to this location. It’s a long drive from here, but when they arrive, some of my guys will be there to help them. They can stay there until whenever,” He ensures. “I have to go to the hospital for something.”

Just as Toji was about to leave, Asahi stopped him with his words. “You’re not as bad as I expected, Fushiguro.” He admits as he shoves his hands in his slacks. “You know, I tried to hate you because you have something I want—but now I see why the streets have so much respect for you. My driver can take you to the hospital now.” with that, the long-haired male turned on his feet to meet with his right-hand man.

Toji let out a drastic sigh before he walked in the opposite direction towards the car he came in. The driver quickly opened the door for him before eventually going to the driver's side. Toji politely asked him to drive him to the hospital. His phone rings, and he sees Nanami’s name pop up. When he answered it, he knew that word had traveled on the sudden tasks Toji had assigned to some of his men.

“Suguru, let me know what was going on. Anything you want me to do?” Nanami asked.

“No.” Toji firmly said.

Nanami was supposed to be collecting money from people, but Nanami had told Toji that Fahari hadn’t been feeling too well. Immediately, Toji gave the task to Geto. Toji’s been there with Megumi’s mom, the morning sickness, fatigue, body tenderness, and just wanting to lay in bed. He didn’t need Nanami to do this when he should be caring for his fiance. “We’ll handle this. For now, your job is to be the good-ass fiance that you are.” Toji said. “Understood?” He adds.

There was silence on the other end of the phone before he finally gained a response.

“Yes, keep me posted,” Nanami answered before hanging up.

The drive to the hospital wasn’t that long, considering that Toji asked the driver if he could get him there as quickly as possible. Toji and Naoya had their arguments. They had their fights and bickers. However, he was still family and seeing family hurt lit something inside Toji. When he felt the car pull up to the hospital, he thanked the driver before exiting the vehicle.

Toji wasn’t the biggest fan of hospitals. He hated the scent of it because no matter the circumstances of why he was here—it brought back memories of Megumi’s mom dying. He walked into the hospital, and it seemed to be busier than ever. He approached the desk to ask about Naoya, but when his eyes saw Y/N—his eyebrows raised in curiosity. Her head was buried in this book, and he could tell she was anxious. She must have seen Naoya when the EMTs rolled him into the hospital. But why was she here?

“Y/N.” Toji firmly said, and when she glanced up and saw Toji, she practically leaped in his arms to embrace him.

It shocked the older gentleman as he wrapped his arms around her. He noticed that she wasn’t in the clothes she had left to go to work in. “What are you doing here?” He pulled away from her hug and stared down at her.

“I was at work training this girl, and she fell. She swore she was ready to get on the main stage just for her to fall and sprain her ankle,” Y/N explained. “Then, as I was waiting, I saw Naoya. It was so much blood. As they were rolling him by me, this dropped.” She held up the book.

“That looks like the book you took during the first task I assigned you.” Toji said as he took the seat next to you.

“That’s what I was thinking. I remember you telling me about it being filled with drug connections and such. So I was going through it and looking at the names I saw,” Y/N flips through the pages and shows Toji. “This explains you and Asahi’s deal, right? Keigo’s name is on this page.” Y/N explained. “I originally thought this was Keigo’s book. But it wouldn’t make sense why Naoya would have it.”

Toji remembered the deal with Keigo. Toji still wanted Keigo’s head for even disrespecting him to think that he would ever stoop low to involve himself in sex trafficking. He wondered if his father knew about this.

“I just found it odd, you know?” Y/N says. “If you guys are doing drug transportation, it would have the type of drugs you are transporting similar to these pages.” She flips the pages to show Toji other pages. “But you guys' page only has names….” Her voice trails off.

Toji stood up and grabbed hold of Y/N’s hand, dragging her to somewhere private. He looked at her before talking, “I trust you to tell you this, but Asahi and I think Keigo tried to set us up.” Toji explained.

Y/N had paused for a second. She finally connected the dots between what she saw in the notebook and what Toji was alluding to. She took a couple of steps back from Toji for her back to be met with the hospital wall. “So the shipment you guys got today were women?” She questioned in disbelief.

“Yeah. Keigo doesn't know that they came a day early. They’re safe right now, but I can’t promise for how long. He’s going to know that we didn’t give these girls to whoever brought them.” Toji answered firmly. “But, he has a boss. He answers to someone; we just don’t know who.”

“Death? Is that his name? Or, well, what they call them?” Y/N questioned.

“How would you know that?” Toji asked.

“Because he or she signs every page in the book.” Y/N shoved the book into Toji’s hand. “What if we have a copy of this Death person's whole playbook? From sex trafficking to drugs. I even saw a fuckin’ page about an auction.”

“We stole a copy of the book weeks ago; having multiple copies of your moves doesn't make sense.” Toji said. “It’s a rookie move, so I’m going to assume that this person has to be young.”

Y/N nibbled on her lower lip, trying to figure out where to put Asahi and Toji in the situation. You don’t just assign two men with no experience or connections with sex trafficking into a sex trafficking deal. “Who notified you about this deal?”

“My father was persistent on me doing it instead of Naoya.” Toji pointed out.

“Do you think your father would set you up?” Y/N's eyes met with Toji’s in search of something.

“He wouldn’t. I know I upset him by deciding to start my branch—but he wouldn’t. Plus, considering his age, I doubt he has time to do all this.” Toji explained. “Then where do Asahi come in, hm? My father wants to set him up too?” Toji asked; his tone was defensive.

Y/N grew silent for a second before admitting defeat on her theory. “It’s just some thoughts, and I don’t think we should rule him out so quickly. You’ve spoken to me about the disdain your family has against you; it’s not very far-fetched. You’re getting defensive over it, so I’ll drop it.” Y/N adds.

Y/N walked by Toji, “I’m going to go check on my co-worker; you don’t have to wait for me to go home. I want to make sure she gets home first,” and just like that, she left Toji alone with his thoughts.

As he walked back to the waiting area, he saw Shoko and approached her. His hand gripped the book imprinted with Naoya’s blood and filled with deadly moves planned by some wicked person. “How bad is it?” He asked.

“He’s going to survive. Whoever tortured him must hate him and wanted him dead..” Shoko motioned for Toji to walk with him. “He was dropped in front of the hospital. I asked the security guard if they could show me the security footage. We managed to get a license plate.” She pulled out a folder with pictures that were printed out.

“It was as if they tortured him to send a message,” Shoko added as she looked at Toji. “But I think Naoya found something out he wasn’t supposed to. Do you know what he was doing before he went missing?”

“He went to his charity ball with Y/N. After that, we haven’t heard much from him. We just assumed he was out being his reckless self.” Toji responded.

“He’s stable right now, but I want him to get some rest for a day or two. Then you can ask him any questions, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind telling you.”

Just as Toji was about to say something, they both saw a man approach the front desk. Toji noticed how well the man dressed. His suit was tailored to perfection. His black hair was combed and cut as if he had just stepped off a fashion magazine. The smile on his face was sinister—but Toji couldn’t quite put a name to this stranger’s face. Considering the two huge-looking bodyguards by his side, he had to be someone important.

“I’m looking for Naoya Zenin. I’ve heard he was sent here and badly hurt.”

“Holy shit,” Shoko whispered as she nudged Toji’s side. “You know that councilman that was on the news this morning? That’s his son.”

Toji's jaw clenched in anger. His piercing green eyes eyed the man up and down as he went through so many emotions. This was the man Y/N was going to get sold to by her shitty father. Toji took a couple of steps forward and cleared his throat to gain the man’s attention.

“What do you want with my cousin? He never ever mentioned you before.” Toji stared at him, the scar that decorated the corner of his lips twitched in annoyance.

“We’re friends.” The councilman's son said. He extended his hand for Toji to shake. “Kazan Hong.”

Toji stared at Kazan’s hand in disgust. His lips parted to question him again, but one of the nurses approached Shoko and shocked everyone.

“What do you mean Naoya Zenin is missing?” Shoko asked the nurse.

Toji didn’t take his eyes off Kazan. He noticed how his facial expression changed at the hearing that Naoya was missing. Toji had a hitch that this was the man that had Naoya the whole time, he just was here to finish the deed.

He had to find Naoya in this hospital before they did.

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‍ PART FIVE.

‍ warnings .ᐟ . . . smut, f oral, fingering, stalking, vulgar language.

previous chapter. masterlist. next chapter.

tags .ᐟ @dejwrites @sailewhoremoon @massivelynervousprincess @tojibreedingme @megumischubbycheeks @bootlegroach

dangerously in love by beyoncé is the peaceful start to your morning, the pretty baby blue vinyl spinning on your record player sitting on the windowsill by your garden of plants and smokey lavender scented incense. there's a cucumber mask on your face as the sunlight from the sky shunned through your kitchen windows cascade over your skin, moaning in delight. since you've woken up, you realized that you haven't had a self care day in such a long time.

constantly working, binge eating . . . unhealthily. too much stress on your body and you were barely thirty. today you planned on doing the better for your health, currently blending a strawberry, raspberry, kiwi, and blackberry smoothie before you headed to the gym with vina. the two of you usually ran a track field apart of a high school not far from you every sunday. the limit was always ten laps, then a few crutches and squats before ending the workout. but since the weather was a little cloudy, and there was a seventy percent chance of rain, you might have to tone it down to five laps.

you made sure to eat small that way your stomach didn't feel heavy; a simple cheese omelette with spinach, green peppers, and bacon. attired in a dark purple sports bra with matching shorts, you grab your gym bag and slip on a pair of running shoes, heading out the door and walking five blocks to meet vina. she recently came back from vacation in jamaica, so when you saw her complexion as you approached her you smiled so wide, saying how beautiful she looked since her skin darkened during the trip. her skin was usually a medium tone brown, so seeing her darker was new since it didn't get that scorching in japan for people's skin to tan. yours either.

she hugged you tight after, saying how much she misses you and the shop. it's been about two weeks since you gave her extra time off, so beatrix has been on a roll handling orders and hiring three extra people in the process, one you've met who was a sweet college girl like beatrix was, in school for baking and pastry arts. less weight on your shoulders, especially with the whole 'capturing toji' situation. it's been a day or two since you've seen him, keeping a low profile in case he was stalking you, although he was, not to your knowledge that is. you needed to proceed with the mission, gather more information so this could be over with. it's better him in jail than dead.

as much as you wished it wasn't a death sentence, japan didn't play games. this man has done far too much and pissed off way too many authorities to just sit behind bars and rot away his youth. they wanted him executed. it pained you a little to know that this would all be your fault, your doing. but what were you supposed to tell them? that he was someone you loved when you were younger? that you didn't want him to die because you're hoping that some part of him still has a human soul? in their eyes he's nothing but a menace, a criminal, a murderer. you couldn't back out, no matter how much you wanted to. if this is fate, than you were meant to find him again to end his suffering, because he is suffering . . . he just won't show it.

"hey, i have a question," you say after taking a sip of ice cold water, controlling your breathing and wiping the sweat off your forehead, running only five laps so far.

"what's up?" vina plops a seat on the ground, zipping open her lunch back and fishing for her tuna sandwich.

"say you have this friend that you haven't seen since you were a teenager, the two of you were really close, and there may have been—romantic feelings there," you pause. "and you bump into him now but he's not the same."

"as in?" she raises her brow.

"let's just say he puts himself in danger a lot, doing illegal things—not really caring. he's lying to you about it, but you clearly know. you've spent some time catching up and those emotions for him are slowly coming back. would you stay in contact with him?"

vina hums, scrunching up her face. "well the things he's doing are illegal, therefore there's a high chance of him going to jail, ending up dead, or putting you in danger as well. so, no, i wouldn't stay in contact. i wouldn’t even waste my time trying to rebuild a relationship, because at the end of the day, he's going to choose what he wants. maybe that's money, maybe that's power, maybe that's you. it's his choice if he really needs you or not. but it's your choice if you need him or not."

"i don't think i need him, i mean—" you swallow. "i want him. need is a stretch."

"you miss him, so you want him. nothing wrong with that. just be aware of his actions and what he's willing to do to get what he wants. if you decide you want to take the risk and be with him, know that there's no turning back. prepare yourself for the heartbreak, because there will be one. in the moment it'll seem like the happiest you've been in a while, but being in his shadow will make you just that."

a shadow.

you never thought of it like that. sometimes, people become what follows them. whether it be pain, happiness, guilt . . . it's all attached to you like a shadow. you'd never become like toji, though. but then again, we all can do fucked up things to protect those we love. who says you wouldn't risk it for him? to save his life? this was definitely driving you crazy. you had to set boundaries with yourself. if anything were to happen, which you're sure it will regarding intimacy, there had to be a distance between him and you, the mission and toji, and the mission and you. this was by far one of the most difficult decisions you had to make.

"i have a lot to think about," you sigh, scratching your head.

"should i be worried? seriously."

"not at all," you reassure with a giggle. "i just needed some advice. he's not all that bad. i'm just trying to understand him right now. i'm not entirely involved."

"yet," vina mumbles, and for some reason that makes your gut flip. "i'm burned out, wanna head home?"

"yeah."

you didn't drive and vina's car was in the repair shop, so you took an extra hike walking her to the sub station, vina cheating her diet by running towards a taco truck and getting a few quesabirrias. after this you had plans to take a nap and once you woke up you'd get some work done by documenting things about toji the agency needed information on. that's right, you definitely forgot to report back to agent uzui. he was probably cursing you out in his head every day. you haven't spoken to him since the other day, giving him half-assed answers because you were still in shock about everything. you'll call him later.

a familiar black suv is parked on the sidewalk by a creepy abandoned building that's been sitting there for years, covered in graffiti with shattered windows and probably infested with rodents. the windows are blacked out, but your eyes widened once you saw the driver up front . . . toji's bodyguard. the six foot whatever man with light blue hair and red eyes you assumed were contacts. always in an all black suit. that only meant toji was in the backseat, probably looking at you right now. sudden panic washes over you, glancing at vina who's too busy complementing her food to notice your nervous stare.

no. he couldn't see her. one thing about working for the cia, especially being undercover, is never allowing the perpetrator to see those close to you. they could gain information on them and have them kidnapped, threatened, or killed. you still didn't know this new toji fully, so you had no idea what his true intentions were, or what he'd do to make you suffer.

"vina—"

"cloud," of course, he's got your attention the moment he speaks. turning your head to face the person belonging to a raspy voice.

god, you hated him. the level of attraction he had raised your standards so high it's insane. this man was like no other. this is the first time you're seeing him wear normal every day clothes. only in dark wash jeans and a black tee. suede black timberlands on his feet. of course, the accessories were there, he could never forget them, from a chain to watches and rings shaped like dragons or skulls. as he stepped out the car and approached you, vina's attention flys back, eyes wide as she watches the beautiful man wrap his arms around you, holding you close to his chest while rubbing your back. his cologne was strong.

"hey," you say shyly, voice muffled. you pull away. "what are you doing down here?"

"trying to see if i can flip this ugly ass building that's been abandoned for years. i need ownership first, so i found out that this old geezer had a downfall in his thirties and couldn't afford to keep it up. he might give it to me with a little persuasion."

"money, you mean," you say bluntly.

"it's the key to everything," he nods, eyes trailing to your friend. "who's this?"

"i'm vina," she smiles sweetly, extracting her hand for a polite greeting.

"i'm supposed to do that," he tsks, taking her hand anyways. vina laughs nervously.

"she works for me at the bakery," there was no point in lying, he knows her name and face, there was no avoiding anything now.

"cool," toji clears his throat. "can i steal her from you? we have things to talk about if that's okay."

"why—" you splutter.

"she's been distant so i need some time with her."

vina shrugs innocently, for sure aware that this must be the man you were talking about earlier. you were a grown woman, so you could handle yourself. she just hopes you'd take her words into consideration. "i mean, if she doesn't want to go, she won't. if she does, she will. i was just heading home anyways."

"i will," you interrupt, anything to get him away from her. "i'll be fine, i'll text you later?"

"better," vina gives you a quick hug, hearing her train come. "take care of her."

toji laughs at her hard stare. "oh, i will. trust me."

there was more behind that statement, you could tell by the way he looked at you when he said it, poking at his inner cheek with his tongue. the two of you watch as vina departs, giving her one last wave before you're startled by a brick of chest colliding with your back, toji's chin digging into your shoulder blade as he stared ahead with a hand around your waist. your face heats up.

"get in the car," he says rather coldly, you swear the hairs on your neck stood up. shit. did he fucking find out?

your feet drags on their own, approaching the vehicle with nerves radiating through your body. this was it. you were going to die. toji pulls open the door and you climb inside without another command, jumping when he slams the door and strolls to the other side. he sits still, rubbing his chin with a deep sigh. it's dead silent as you stare ahead, avoiding eye contact.

"drive."

you're not bound by rope, there's no duct-tape on your mouth, neither does he have any weapons pointed at you. either he was being soft with you or you were going to get scolded.

"avoiding me isn't going to solve anything."

stress? ceased.

relief covers you as you relax your shoulders and fix your posture so it didn't look like you were handcuffed in the back of police car. still, you kept yourself aware. "huh?"

"don't look at me like i'm stupid," toji scoots closer to you, and you flinch, back pressed against the door. the car was driving unnervingly quick. his hand is on your thigh now, gripping and dragging you closer so you're face to face.

"i'm confused—" you swallow when his wide palm wraps around your waist. his eyes are dark, slowly licking his lips and scoffing with annoyance. he was frustrated. clearly so. only in a way that had him pressing a kiss just under the curve of your jaw. you're stunned, frozen. his unoccupied hand wraps around your neck, gently tilting your head up as he breathed calmly, brushing his soft lips over your own.

what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck?!

"the man i am with you is merely an ounce of who's really buried inside," is what he says, his touch hot like fire, tone low and guttural. what the hell was he talking about? he wasn't making sense. was he confessing to something? your thoughts pause when those gorgeous jade eyes of his flicker back on you, toji clenching his jaw before saying, "the insanity you give me only makes me crave you more."

he didn't give you the chance to curse him out over his stupid ideology, those plush lips of his finally against yours after the longest time, and you allowed it. it's not like you pushed him away or slapped him across his face, instead, you melted like butter underneath his fingertips, like fucking nothing. gasping when his tongue slips into your mouth and he's holding the back of your neck while maintaining a slow, sloppy kiss. trying not to rush it. trying to relish in the moment while it was here. as pissed off as he was that you lied to him, he couldn't withhold the burning want for you. it wouldn't disappear. you haunted his dreams, taunting and teasing him. edging him.

days passed since he's seen you, and he's woken up in the middle of every night to relieve the filthy erection peaking underneath his blanket. he even had hallucinations of you. so vivid that for a moment he believed you climbed into his window and leaned your empress figure over him while you called to him. this fixation on you wasn't normal. how is it that you are the only woman who's ever made him feel this way? witch, he thinks. must be it.

blindly, you're gliding your lips with his, not aware of it until the car brakes hard on the road, tires screeching, and toji is gripping the back of the passenger seat while holding your body close to his chest for safety as horns furiously honk. his chest is so warm, like a cozy fireplace during snowy winters. you've hugged him plenty of times, so why did it feel so different now?

"watch it, ban. she could've cracked her fucking neck, and i could've been toothless. want me handling business with a wisp?" toji hisses angrily, your eyes wide, mind completely floating out of your limp body.

"sorry boss, some dipshit crossed me without turn signals."

"mhm," toji is sitting back now, and you gain enough courage to release his arms from you, although not having enough to look him in the eye. toji feels a pang at his heart, as if maybe he shouldn't have done that. the car stays silent as you glue yourself to one side of the car and kept your eyes out the window. he doesn't bother you, but you can feel his glare on you still.

admit it, you liked it. stop thinking. even if for a few seconds, maybe fifteen, he knew he had you the second you moaned after his tongue slipped inside, and most likely when you kissed him back and shifted your hips in your seat once his hand trailed down your backside to grip your ass.

you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut and screaming internally. twenty awkward minutes past until you're finally standing in the familiar living room of toji's home, arms wrapped around yourself as you wait for him to step inside after talking to his chauffeur, who you finally knew as ban, you were in need of a shower, wanting to get out of these gym clothes.

toji locks the door behind him and leans against it, clearing his throat. you speak first.

"is it cool if i take a shower?"

"of course.

then you nod, turning and walking away without another word. please kill me at this point. as if the man didn't give you enough anxiety, now he had this shit hovering over you making your mind spin in loops. we're straying too far from the plot. you're engaging in activities that are not apart of the plan. you strip from your clothes and take a long hot shower, lathering every inch of yourself he touched as if trying to wash away your sins. so delusional, you scrub your lips, accidentally getting soap in your mouth and coughing.

"stupid fucking—" you gargle your mouth with water, wiping your face and taking a seat in the claw-foot tub after turning the faucet to the bath setting. you pull your knees to your chest and rest your forehead, groaning and tapping your thigh. how the hell are you going to confront him?

too late, he does it for you. your skin leaps off your body when you hear a knock at the door, your head turning in that direction. he doesn't ask if he can come in, he just does. he's ruffling the black strands on his head, cocking his head to the side as he repeatedly flicks open the silver lighter he has in his hand. it's eye to eye, still silent. you wished one of you would speak already.

"are you upset that i kissed you?"

"no." you answer almost immediately. goddamnit.

toji grins knowingly, walking closer to you while you remain seated.

"then why the grouchy face? hmm?" he's crouching to your level now, and you grip your thigh harder out of anxiousness when he cups the underside of your chin and gently pulls you close. "i want an answer."

"i liked it, alright?" you yank your face away, keeping your eyes on the streaming water. still mumbling.

toji can barely hear you, but he's sure of what you said. he reaches over to turn off the nozzle, pulling down the lever to drain the tub of hot water you literally just filled up. you glare at him with annoyance, not even on the fact that you're naked in front of him now as the water evaporates. you were comfortable, that asshole.

"you said you want more?" he teases, inching his face closer and you can smell the mint on his breath. was he nervously chewing gum while he waited or something?

"stop," you close your eyes, trying to pull your face away. don't persuade me.

"look at me," he says more sternly now, and you swear your thighs squeeze together out of reflex. those damned eyes of his, so alluring. it's like you're out into a trance each time you stare too long. he was done with games. if he wanted you, he would take you. the both of you were in too deep now. "open your legs."

not even hesitant, your legs are opening almost immediately after he says so, throbbing from the proud smirk he gave you. his hand is around the back of your neck again, a noticeable hold, keeping your face leveled.

"slide down, right there," christ. if you had a recording of his voice, you'd keep it forever. your legs are spread, and your pussy is leveled just beneath the leaking faucet. what he does next truly weakens you, and the moan escaping your lips by now a clear signal saying he could do whatever the fuck he wanted in the meantime.

toji leans over, the butterflies in your stomach swarming as he lewdly spits on your clit, the string of saliva and the vein on the side of his neck making your face heat up. your mouth hangs open as he takes his fingers and slowly spreads it over, grumbling, "want me all over you," before rubbing your clit in smooth circles, groaning at the weak noises you made.

you had no answer for your sudden behavior, nor did you care to question it. you were needy, and he had this lust looming over you, a desire you couldn't refuse no matter how hard you tried to avoid it. right now, you just wanted to be pleased. scolding could come later. your hips twitch and hike midair, and you're positive you've made your lip bleed by how hard you bit into it, doe eyes hazily watching his face. brows furrowed as he tentatively paced his fingers, easing them into a faster pace to where it has you whimpering and squirming.

"right there?" toji hums, dauntingly slicking his tongue out and flattening it on your lower lip as you moan a tiny 'yes' before he's deepening the kiss, sliding his tongue in your mouth and grunting as he listened to you moan between breaths. roughly smoothing his hand down your side and gripping at the flesh of your ass. he bit his lip and cocked his head to the side.

"you taste good on my tongue," he chuckled, and you laugh weakly, still trying to hold on to your sanity. "can't wait to have every part of you on it."

toji gets an idea, and you watch him cautiously as he reaches for the faucet and turns the water on warm, the heavy flow beating on your clit hard. he's holding you there so you won't move, throwing your head back and humming low in your throat.

"how'd you know about this?" is what you say, and he could almost laugh, especially with how hard you were struggling not to lose complete control. voice shaky.

"women will hump anything that applies pressure to their clit, doesn't take a mad scientist."

attentive, right. what woman gave him the secret? the waters been running for a minute now, toji enjoying looming over you as you shift your hips and shudder. it's such a pleasing sight seeing you like this, a state he's never seen you in before. he'd capture it in a photograph if he could right now. for now, his mind will have to be partial storage. he's giving you all the pleasure, but you want to do the same for him. being said, you turn your head and reach for his belt, the bulge in his jeans evident as ever. he had it bad.

"no, i just wanna watch—and touch," a gentleman. it's all for you. he was putting your needs before his own. the bare minimum, but still, it's attractive. your droopy eyes are staring up at him, his attention focused on and only on your pussy. he wonders what you felt like. how warm and slick you were, how tight. he tests it out, sliding his slender fingers down your belly, preparing two of his fingers, the middle and index by closing them together and dipping his fingers in gently. "such a pretty thing."

fuck, this was new. your lack of liking for being fingered quickly prevailed once his were deep inside you, your eyes rolling back into your head as you lift your legs midair and grip his arm for balance. his thumb is to your clit, adding on the pressure while he fucks you with his fat fingers, slamming into you like he wanted to do with his dick. by now you're a goddamn mess, glad you couldn't witness yourself or else you'd break a mirror from embarrassment. this felt too good. he felt too good.

"you fuckin' like that don't you?" curling his fingers again, he's hitting the perfect spot, and you're seeing dots from impaired vision. just as he thought, you were tight as fuck. slick and warm like he dreamt of.

"yesyesyes," babbling incoherently, slurring your words and forming crescent moons into his skin from how hard you clutched him. fuck, she's killing me, he thinks.

he makes it worse by kissing your neck sensually, your toes curling as you near your orgasm, spasming when he licks and sucks at the side of your neck, whispering, "give it to me, i want it, baby. cum," in your ear before tugging at your earlobe with his teeth, breathing on your skin and it's enough to do it as you cum hard, reaching at his hand as you hold your own on top of his. he pulls his fingers out, rubbing your clit hard as you scream into his chest and ride his fingers, twitching and clamping your thighs around his arm to trap him as you cool down from your high.

and even though your relieved, he isn't. you squeal as he stands and lifts you out the tub bridal style, laying you directly on the floor mat before getting on his knees, breath hitching once the attention set right on your bare chest, soft skin and nipples perk, coaxing him into running his tongue over them. but, he waits, wanting the full experience later. for now, he craved your taste. wanted to see if you could cum for him one more time.

his hands locked under the bend of your knees, holding them up so he could have the perfect view of you, slipping his tongue out his mouth and lowering his head to slick it from your entrance to the hood of her clit. your mouth drops open, hair flailing around your face and shoulders as you held yourself up, looking down at him with shock as he slowly repeated the method before keeping the point of his tongue on your clit and wriggling it quickly, your thighs twitching.

you could barely move, toji slow kissing your cunt, sweet juices evaporating on the surface of his tongue as he shook his head, causing his tongue to move with it. crying out as he rocked your legs up and down just so he could make you fuck his face, feet instantaneously digging into his shoulder blades. toji detaches his mouth for a moment, breathlessly praising you with a, "this shit is fucking good, baby"

you whined, stomach coiling, on the verge of climaxing again. he was practically overstimulating you since you just came only a few minutes ago. maybe you were just that fucking needy. it has been a while anyways. you where truly an empress. from where toji laid, you were even more beautiful than usual. this sexual aura around you swimming inside of him now. so entranced by you, hungrily studying every emotion you made, stomach rolling inwardly from how sensitive he was to your embrace, your touch on his scalp as your dainty fingers thread through to blindly tug at the roots.

his tongue flicks faster, puffy lips suctioning your clit dangerously until you’re arching your back off the floor and nearing your orgasm once again. it only took three minutes. another shock. toji notices that you can’t stop gasping, or breathing heavily, leaning over you to clutch your jaw, strictly muttering, “breathe, baby. you’ll choke.”

tears are in your eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure as you intake air, shakily pressing your lips to his again. a soft huff blows past toji’s cherry lips, pupils thoroughly dilated to express how turned on he was. immensely.

"there's so much i wanna do to you baby," he breathes. "gonna fuck you so hard."

this fucking man was going to kill you.

"so do it," you plead, grabbing at his shoulders to pull him close. needy.

his jaw clenches, hating that he had to restrain himself. "i can't, i have to go. business shit."

"noo," you whine childishly, wrapping your legs around his waist and grinding onto the erection in his jeans. toji halts your hips with his large hands, shaking his head.

"stop, i'll be back later."

"don't go, please. please don't go," if only you could see yourself now, pleading and whimpering like you lost your mind. it couldn't be helped, unfortunately. this lock he had on you was jammed. you were trapped.

toji is silent for a while, fighting with himself. what he had to do was too important, needing to meet with people he didn’t feel like threatening to get what they stole from him back. he wanted to stay here with you, in your arms, sheathed deep inside that pretty pussy of yours. such a hard decision.

“give me two hours. i swear i’ll run the fucking streets like a tiger. and i’ll bring you food. sound good?”

there’s nothing else you could do but nod, upset, but the tone in his voice assured you that he’d keep his promise. tonight.

#paranoid series .ᐟ #toji x black reader #toji x you #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro fic #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro smut #toji smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #˖ ࣪ 🖇◞ 𝖆𝖗𝖙.

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kunizk · 2 years

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NEVER HAVE I EVER

☰ CHARACTER ⋮ toji fushiguro from jujitsu kaisen

contents ⋮ alot of kisses, hints of sexual activity the previous night, mention of gun/guns, mentions of jujustu usage.

summary ⋮ bitter sweet mornings with a sleepy toji crashing at your house for the night, more like crashing your bed and a crash landing into your heart

"toji, toji, toji" by the time you woke up it was 7:47 am and you just couldn't go back to sleep, not when you we're sharing the same bed as... him. by the time it was 8:30 you finally stopped tossing and turning - getting up from the bed, you threw on a pair of basketball shorts that reached your knees and a black tee - making your way downstairs for a hot coffee and fresh air. by the time it reached 9:19 it was about time to wake up the knocked out man in your bedroom, otherwise known as toji fushiguro

it didn't take long for you to stop calling out to him, at this point you couldn't tell if he was ignoring you on purpose or if he was really sleeping like a log, second time comes again. climbing into the bed - you straddled toji's back while he laid on his stomach, his hands tucked in well under the pillow

"toji, toji." pulling yourself down so you could shake at his shoulders, aggressively.

it pretty much didn't take long before the larger man twisted his body so his arm went around your back nd his hand on your head "toji wak-" a second passed before your face was was pushed ... well slammed into the soft large pillows with a soundful grunt coming from the impact "what the hell toji !" the sound of your voice was muffled into the material of the pillow but that didn't block out the most beautiful thing that you could hear all morning

his morning voice

"no..too early for you to be starting your shit" pulling his hand back into the pillow, smug fucking bastard.

"toji it's nearly ten dont you have some business with the zen'ins or something wake up!" slamming your fist on his back for the way he slammed you back into the bed, it felt like a gun slammed into his back "plus you've been sleeping all day since yesterday afternoon, im bored over here !" whining was your best suit when it comes to toji fushiguro, he has a hard time saying no to you.

"i think you're forgetting what happened before I fell asleep"

it's hard to ignore the butterflies that erupted in your stomach right after, not the point stay focused y/n!

"that's not what I meant asshole!" sliding a hand down your face "10 more minutes." was the last thing he said before snugging his face back into the pillow.

it's been 20 minutes since you last spoke.

climbing back into the bed from your own desk, you climbed back on top of toji while he was still on his back - wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed sweet kisses into the crook of his neck and upwards. it's the last resort you had for him to wake up.

"stop that if you know what's good for you" his voice was yet again pressed into the fabric of the pillow, an hand that held your arm that was wrapped around your neck "you're only saying that so you prevent yourself from kissing me. dont you wanna kiss me toji?"

"no" "liar" you muffled into the pulse on his neck and that's when he thought he was gonna break

and he did.

flipping you around so your back slammed against the mattress, he was on top of you one second, the next he pressed his lips against yours - hard, firm and hungry. pressing himself against you and tilted your head with the hand that grasped your jaw and all at once it felt so fucking ethereal.

a few moments later is when he pulled away from you, both of you trying to grasp any sort of oxygen in the room - his forehead pressed against yours "dont pull that shit first thing when I wake up" his voice was a bit over a whisper but it was fucking hot " so you did wanna kiss me ?" it didn't take long before he sat up and off the bed "you're so annoying"

it pretty much didn't take long before you wrapped your arms around his neck and upwards onto his back while he tucked his arms under your thighs, hosting you up so you didn't fall "I'm good for you though, you love me dont you?"

"can't help myself around you, course"

#jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x you #tojj fushiguro x reader #jujustu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro fluff #toji fushiguro jujustu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #toji fushiguro imagines #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen imagines #jujustu kaisen fluff #jujustu kaisen fic #toji fushiguro fic #jujustu kaisen x you #jujustu kaisen x yn #˖ ݁ . ࿓ angel #˖ ݁ . ࿓ zennie's

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chocochipsushi · 3 months

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𝐎𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬!

SFW

🌸Word count: 713 words

🌸AU: Toji x clumsy bimbo reader (part 2)

🌸A/N: I got inspiration for this scenario from tiktok (again lol) and thought it was so cute I needed to write it out.

<< Part 1

You are walking towards the workshop where you see Toji towering over a timid-looking man staring up at him. Your lips stretch into a wide grin as your hold on the strings of some helium balloons tighten in excitement.

It is Toji’s birthday and you bought a present and a bunch of balloons to surprise him with. You wonder if he will like them. He decorated your room filled with pink and red balloons on your birthday this year so you wanted to do the same for him, but with black and white balloons since those are pretty much the only colours he wears.

You see the man he is talking to flinch and cower when Toji reaches out to tap his cheek scarily, almost condescendingly. Deciding that this would be the best time to announce your presence, you prepare yourself as you adjust the black box under your arm and the balloons in your hand.

Except, when you were rearranging the balloons in your hand, the gift box slips so you try to clamp your arm down on it. In the midst of doing so, your fingers loosen around the strings and the helium balloons are carried away by the wind.

You stand there in shock for a second, just staring at the floating balloons before trying to jump and catch them fruitlessly. Your heart starts pounding with anxiety.

“Toji!!!” you call out instinctively. Your boyfriend can solve everything. You glance at Toji, who has his hand stationary in the hair of his mechanic, his head turned to you. “Toji!” you cry out again, feeling increasingly more helpless and useless now.

Immediately, he pushes the man’s head away roughly and strides over to you. He glances up in the sky when he sees you staring upwards.

“I got you balloons because it was your birthday and they flew away!” you whine, feeling tears spring to your eyes just as you voice out what had happened.

“Aw, baby, thank you,” Toji coos, quickly placing a hand on the back of your head to hug you to his chest even though your head is still turned to look at the escaping balloons.

“Toji…” you sob as you watch your gift float away.

He turns your chin gently so you are facing him, and he notices your tear stained cheeks. “Princess. Why are you crying?”

“Because! The balloons flew away!”

He looks up again to follow your finger pointing at the helium balloons. It is a good thing that it is not even evening yet so the black and white dots are still visible in the sky.

“It’s okay. I can see them.” You only cry more at his pacifying tone. He cups your face in his huge, rough hands. “Oh, baby. I can see the balloons! Thank you.” Toji leans down to kiss you on your warm lips but it only makes you sob harder. Your boyfriend pulls you into him and engulfs in a tight hug. “Oh, Princess…” he coos into your hair. “We can buy more balloons.”

You wrap your arms weakly around his sturdy frame and cry into his chest. “I’m so stupid, Toji…”

He kisses your crown and pulls back slightly. “You’re a sweet little thing, that’s what you are.” He wipes your cheeks with the back of his hands. He glances down at the bulky thing in your arm. “You got me another present?”

“Yeah…” You sniffle and hold it out to him.

Toji takes it as he undoes the neatly tied ribbon and opens up the box. He sees a pair of black leather gloves. He takes them out and looks at you inquisitively.

“The weather’s cold now so you need something to warm your hands while you’re riding,” you murmur thickly with a pout, still upset.

His scarred lips tip into a smile. Putting the gloves back into the box, he holds your face again with his warm palms and leans down to drop a gentle kiss on your nose, then your lips.

“You’re the sweetest. Thank you, Princess. For the gloves and the balloons.”

“Oh, the balloons!” you start crying, now reminded of it again.

Toji lets out a defeated chuckle. To him, you’re a cute little mess he never wants to stop cleaning up after.

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jeanblvd · 2 years

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Phantom of the Night

COLLAB MASTERLIST

My entry for @tsukina ‘s IFHY collab ♥️ lovers to enemies (to lovers?) ♥️ assassinxspy au ♥️ sfw ♥️ warning: cursing, violence, weapons, descriptions of blood, injury, im rlly bad w names

assassin!toji x spy!reader. both on a mission to capture each other. spy!reader is co-workers with spy!gojo. inspired by spyxfamily teehee

word count: 2.0k

THE ASSIGNMENT

You remember the day you were given a new mission with a candid photo of the Night Phantom handed to you. The image revealed his jet black hair which slightly hung over his snake green orbs and a slight cut over the side of his mouth. You thinned your lips, trying not to chuckle at the photo. They chose a bad photo, you thought.

Your co-worker/close friend, Gojo Satoru, stood by with a worried look as your boss—or as Gojo would rather say: ‘higher-up’—listed the skillset of this rugged-looking assassin. If there was anyone capable of fighting him in this whole spy company, it was you.

You, who once worked as an assassin, would be able to enter deep into the mind of one.

Especially one that is your ex.

“The assassin knows you, Agent Gold.” The spy leader warns, “You must be extra cautious with this mission, because…”

“Because you're his mission, too.” Gojo steps up. Your higher-up nods.

“Gojo-senpai,” you assure your friend who’s gnawing on his lip. “I got this.”

However, catching the talented Night Phantom was no easy feat. You would have thought it’d be easier since you were so-called ‘lovers’ in high school.

THE FIRST FIGHT

You walked down a cold, dark valley after exiting a coffee shop, hoping that you drew the attention of your target who had just left the liquor store on the opposite road.

The moon and a few buzzing lamps allowed for some light to illuminate the lonely path. Your senses told you that someone was indeed following you.

Following a trail of soda cans, and abandoned trash on the ground, you hear a shattering noise behind you. Instinctively, you spring your hand up and catch a shard of glass before it hits your temple.

“Night Phantom. Gonna let all that beer go to waste?” You could smell a hint of alcohol from the cold shard of glass.

“[Full Name]. Looking good as ever.” A dark, husky voice echoes from where the glass was thrown. You turn around to see the man you'd never thought you'd see again, emerge from the darkness.

Toji Fushiguro, aka, the Night Phantom. Your ex.

Much taller, more muscular than in the given photo. And more handsome than the last time you’ve met, but you will never admit it. He had the same annoying smirk plastered on his face.

Seeing him brought back a lot of memories when you were younger. Toji was the one who taught you how to defend and fight back. He taught you how to love, but he was also the one who broke your heart when he suddenly cut ties with you. Anger surges in you with that memory.

He never loved you.

Hearing your full name from him made you cringe. “Don’t call me that,” you grit.

He had a blade in one of his hands, twirling it around his fingers in a unique pattern with muscle memory. “What should I call you then?” he asks. His hands continue to play with his knife.

“Agent Gold?” he asks with distaste, rolling his eyes. You knew about his dislike for the spy community. ‘A bunch of stuck up fools who think they can fight' is what the assassin said about them.

“Don’t worry about it,” you begin, sliding out a blade from under your garments and flinging it toward the man’s head. “A dead man wouldn’t be speaking.”

This was an experienced assassin, so it doesn’t surprise you when he cocks his head to the side right on time to dodge your hit. His eyes never leave his shiny blade as he slowly strides closer to you. And you let him corner you into the wall.

“Hmm, I could call you…angel? Cuz you’re real heavenly.” He ignores your threat, breathing down your neck and you took that opportunity to take another hidden blade from the notch of his belt and strike him in the back. However, the assassin is swift and grabs your arm, using his other hand to spin you around, pinning you to the concrete wall. His breath is hot against your skin as he steals the weapon from you.

“Didn’t like that one? Weird. You liked it before.” You try to twist your wrist but he tightens his hold. “Mmm, how about ‘sweetheart’? Would you get used to that, sweetheart? C’mon, for old times sake.”

Feeling his skin brought back memories of you holding hands, cuddling in his old living room couch, or when he’d move closely and whispered secrets and confessions into your ear. What used to feel like heavenly flames igniting under your touch, now feel like scorching burns. That love you had for him was long gone.

You growl, irritated from his teasing. “God, shut up!” He underestimates your strength as you were able to twist yourself from his hold using your feet. When Toji grabs your hand once again, you twist your arm, simultaneously flying your legs up to send a roundhouse kick to the back of his head, knocking him to the ground. Now in a defenseless position, you place your boot on top of his head, adding pressure to your heel.

“The hell are they teaching you at that little spy playground? You’re gonna need a better trainer, Agent Gold.” Then, he suddenly gives you a chance, changing his harsh tone to a more softer one. “Come back.”

But you’re no fool for his tricks. Not anymore.

“No.” You add more pressure to the soles of your foot.

“Honey, you’re fighting skills are lousy. Pfft, the ‘best in the industry’ my ass.” He reiterates the words of what someone said about the Agent Gold. “Guess I shoulda trained you more when we had the chance, eh?” His condescending tone just made you angrier.

“Give me a break.” You roll your eyes.

He grabs your ankle with ease, shoving your leg to the side with his immeasurable strength, sending you to the near wall, but you still found some strength in you to jump right back and throw a massive punch toward his back which could’ve thrown him to the ground. Instead of fighting back, Toji dodges your hit once again. He ticks his tongue.

“So much potential. Come back tomorrow night and we’ll train more. I’m not fighting a weak opponent.”

Train?!?! You wanted to strike him again but he disappears into the dark.

THE LAST FIGHT

Returning from missions empty handed, had you constantly apologizing to your boss. Gojo even asked if you wanted assistance, but you refused any help. This was your mission to complete. Perhaps, deep down, you just wanted to see Toji again and you knew this was the only way. But it’s not like you love him or anything.

After days of ‘fighting’ and Toji disappearing into the fog of the night (he really is a phantom), you find yourself getting the upper hand in these battles more and more. At one point, you almost had him, but he slipped away just in time before you could land your final blow.

This time, you were ready. And he knew. The cut on the side of his lips is accompanied by fresh ones created by the tip of your small yet dangerously sharp blade.

He wipes the bottom of his bleeding lip with the back of his scruffed hand.

“Darlin’, you’re getting better.” A devilish grin adorns his perfectly broken face as he breathlessly chuckles. “Looks like this is our final fight yeah? Now, let’s end this once and for all.”

“Gladly.”

The assassin charges at you with all the strength he had left. This time, you’re prepared, ducking and rolling under him. It results in him toppling over, but he immediately regains his balance, swiftly sweeping a leg under yours to have you falling to the ground. Toji hops over you, legs pressing your thighs down, and hands pinning your arms above you.

But you quickly slide your hands out of his, pointing a sharp blade toward his face. He’s faster, bending his neck and taking the blade between his teeth, ignoring the blood that draws from his lips due to the blade’s tip. He then spits it to the side, tightly gripping your hand back in place.

Like your opponent, you too are also almost at your limit, your limbs helplessly sprawled out. You could taste blood on your tongue, but you’re too focused on the longer blade that Toji draws from his belt.

“It was nice knowing you, angel.” He presses the sharp tip against your neck. One wrong move and he could end it all. “Sad that we ended up like this, [y/n]. In another life, perhaps.” You swore you saw hesitation flash in his eyes.

“W-wait!” you shout, before he punctures the blade into your flesh.

It frustrates you. That he’s treating this like a little game. This was supposed to be a mission. Your mission. To make your co-workers proud. Maybe it was better if he had just used his full power the first time and finished you off, than treat you like a training dummy. Maybe you could never beat him in the end. It was no use. Toji was just too strong. His skills were unmatched, even for someone like you.

He pauses, giving you the decency to speak which was odd. The cold-hearted assassin you knew waited for no one, especially his opponents.

“You could’ve killed me the first time. Why didn’t you? I'm your assignment, too, aren't I?”

His knuckles turn white from gripping the blade too tight. “I said it. I don’t want to fight a weakling. That’s all.”

“Bullshit.” You glare at him, despite the fact that he was the one with a weapon. No one had your bravery, Toji recalls to himself.

He grabs your neck with his other hand while threatening you. “I’ll kill ya right now. Really—.”

“Did you ever love me?” You finally asked the question that lingered in the air, since you had laid your eyes on each other after so many years apart. If there was anything you wanted to know, it was this.

Silence falls over you both, and you took it as his answer.

A tear falls down your cheek. A tear of frustration, of shame, and defeat. Maybe a small part of you had wished he did. Because you definitely felt the rekindling of those flames you once felt on the skin gripped by his calloused hands on your neck.

You close your eyes only to hear a metal clank loudly next to your ear. The blade is no longer in his hands. Toji’s vulnerable state doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Now’s the chance. But you’re hesitating.

With your eyes still shut, you completely switch your position, shoving the hand away and straddling his thighs. Once you opened your eyes, you notice his lashes has been fluttered shut as well.

"I can't," he starts, bringing an arm over his face as he laid, back against the hard ground. The cockiness in his demeanor has disappeared. The soft, timid Toji Fushiguro you saw only when you were together appeared before you again. It was a side of him that was for your eyes only.

Can't what? Love me? you wonder to yourself, frustrated.

Before you could retort, he speaks. “I can’t kill you,” he confesses quietly.

“Why? Can't have that on your conscience, Night Phantom? Or is it because you love me?” you ask the daunting question again, slowly taking a hidden weapon from your thigh strap.

“…Tsh.” Toji doesn’t notice your secretive actions. He still had his eyes covered by his forearm, muscles tensing and jaw clenching. “I fucking hate you, actually. I loathe you. I wish we never met.” His words felt like multiple thorns pricking at your heart.

Unconvinced, you drop your weapon and pushed his arms away from his face to see a pair of angry, teary eyes that wouldn’t dare look into yours.

“Then, why the fuck are you crying?”

This was your first time seeing him cry. And it makes you wonder if all the words he said just now were lies. You peer over his face to read his expression, pulling his chin harshly so that your eyes could meet.

All your doubts were cleared when Toji finally looks at you and he doesn't resist his urge to lean forward and kiss you.

You could've pulled away. You could've stabbed him right then and there. Complete your mission. But, instead, you kiss him back as his hands card through your messy hair, tasting the blood on your lips. There is a bruising pain on your thigh, pressing against his bruised side, but none of you care, too engrossed into the kiss.

"Fuck you," he whispers hotly against your skin which elicits a grunt from you. “Fuck you for making me love you.”

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a/n: ty if you read this far! <3 Likes and reblogs are appreciated.

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