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Icarus Drabbles (Pt.2) | Sukuna x M!Reader

W/C: 3.7k [#Modern AU, ABO dynamics, Mob Boss!Sukuna, Alpha!Sukuna, Street Doctor!Reader, Omega!Reader, toxic relationships, age gap, sukuna is mid 30s, yuuji gang and reader are mid 20s, sukuna and yuuji are brothers, sukuna has FEELINGS, but he is BAD AT FEELINGS, nsfw, fluff, hurt/comfort, cheating, zenin family mentioned, lightly edited lmfao]

Note: There will prolly be a third drabble thingie lol I just wanted to post SOMETHING

tag: @better-imagination-9

1. Restless

Sukuna finally bagged you, the omega he pined over and hunted down for over a decade, and knocked you up, made you move in with him to ensure he could keep an eye on you and that growing baby bump. His alpha had rejoiced, running its victory lap around Sukuna’s chest, but then it slowed, yawned, and curled up, satiated.

Now, his human side was left to its own devices, and it was bored.

Probably because you were boring. Or, well, you’d become boring–you and your omega seemed more in-tune with one another, both settling down as soon as you both agreed on staying with Sukuna, with your mate. To Sukuna’s human instincts, that meant you were about as exciting and fun as doing his taxes. Yet, at the same time, he couldn’t fathom letting you go. Whenever the hypothetical crossed his mind, that second set of eyes would open and stare, tear bared, anger rippling. And Sukuna would agree with it. He didn’t want to lose you, yet he didn’t always want you either.

And he was bored.

“Hey,” you cooed, leaning over his shoulder as he stared into space on the couch. “You okay?”

Sukuna blinked a few times and rubbed his face tiredly, finding himself growing pissed off at the dull delight your presence brought him. “Yeah, ‘m fine. Need something?”

“Well, Christmas’s coming up,” you reminded. “Wanted to make sure we were still–”

“Can’t.” Bitterness rose in the back of Sukuna’s throat. God, he didn’t even want to look at you right now. “Gotta work.” He finally spared you a glance, but only after a long stretch of silence. You didn’t look perturbed or mad, not really sad or disappointed, just…placid.

You looked at your phone, staring at something just for a moment before returning back to him with a slight nod of acceptance. “Alright.”

Sukuna's other bristled. “Alright.”

“I knew you couldn't really be taken ‘n tied down, Sukuna-sama,” Yorozu cooed as she cozied up into the spot between the man's legs, her hands smoothing up and down his thighs before deftly unlatching his belt and ripping it off. “You're too good for that sort of life.”

“Don’t you have somethin’ better to do with that mouth?” The nice part of Sukuna asked. The less nice part of him wanted to rip her head off and punt it at the stupid fucking moon. Luckily for her, he was trying not to throw as many things at the horizon these days.

Yorozu's eyes shone with pure delight. “Oh, of course, of course.” She unzipped his slacks expertly quick and pulled free his half-chub, excitedly stroking it to get him to full-mast.

Sukuna sighed and sank back in his chair, trying to focus and enjoy the attention and spice he so sorely missed, but it was hard. Well, not hard, which was the problem–his mind wasn't finding this (cheating, getting a blow job at his desk, having a woman with tits on his knees for him) exciting. Thankfully, though, his body reacted in his mind's stead, and decided to not embarrass him.

He closed his eyes and focused on the small hands grasping his base and holding his thigh–but your bigger, stronger hands held him better, digging in without the lethality of acrylics threatening harm. At least her mouth was warm, her lips soft--but your lips were soft, too, and you knew where he liked to feel your tongue press down. Her hair was silky and thick enough to fist his hand in–but yours was just…better. He couldn't describe it, but–

Knock it off, he growled. He needed a break from you, from how mundane you made everything, that was the whole fucking reason he ditched you in the first place. You were boring. You were making life boring. You–

What were you up to, actually?

Sukuna sighed, this time in defeat, and snatched up his phone while Yorozu gave him head. He scrolled through whatever socials he knew you had, but saw nothing new, nothing Christmas-y.

Who the hell is he visiting again? He looked to the side, gazing through the huge windows looming behind his desk as he thought, and then remembered.

Sukuna tapped open your text thread and grimaced–it was so blatantly one-sided. The sight of his flippant convo-killing responses hit him with a wave of psychic damage that probably couldn't be fully healed for as long as he lived. He wasn't a fan of texting, but he was a fan of you. But-wait, didn't he loathe you?

5:05am went to see my mom for christmas

5:05am getting picked up dw

5:06am hope work doesn't suck too much

Right. You went to see family. Right. Sukuna was supposed to meet your mother.

Damn.

“Fuck's sake,” Sukuna muttered moments before fisting his hand in Yorozu's hair and pulling him off his softening cock. “We're done.” He stood and tucked himself away, ignoring the indignant scoff the woman sent his way.

“Sukuna–”

“Leave.” He sent a text your way instead of tuning in to whatever Yorozu said as she picked herself up off her knees:

10:49pm When should I pick you up?

Of course he was gonna pick you up. He wasn’t about to let someone else take care of you for a second longer.

“Clearly you're unhappy,” Yorozu finally cut in.

Sukuna saw a read notification pop up in the chat.

“Clearly that other one isn't satisfying you fully.”

He watched the three dots pop up as you replied back.

“After he has your pup–”

10:52pm you can come now

10:52pm if you're free

“--you should reconsider your choice in mate–”

Bang.

10:53pm Send me the address.

He stepped over her and the pooling crimson on his way to the door, texting Uraume to call the cleaners to take care of a mess in his office while he went to pick up his baby mama.

Picking you up had been eventful.

Firstly, Maki and Mai had refused to open the gate for Sukuna in favour of mocking him and exclaiming, “are you kidding me? You're the baby daddy?” while incessantly prodding him for information. You'd managed to bat them aside to let him up to the house, though it took some effort on your part.

Next, Toji Zenin himself was waiting at the front door, arms crossed, totally unbothered, dressed in his hideous Christmas jumper that his woman had apparently made him wear as punishment for something. Sukuna ribbed him, hiding just how confused he was about the entire thing–he didn't fucking get why there were so many Zenin assholes here. The outcasts, sure, but what the fuck was that about?

“Oh. Toji's my stepdad,” you said when you had finally squeezed your dragon's hoard of gifts into the car and got in the damn thing to go home. Sukuna left it at that for the time being–he didn't want to think about what the fuck that meant now that the two of you were together. He had time to ask a thousand questions another day.

His mind still whirred in the elevator, though, and when he helped carry your only-child gifts into the penthouse like a servant put under a spell. You said something to him that he only realized a solid fifteen minutes later was, “I'm taking a bath. There's room for two,” and a fire suddenly lit under his ass.

“Huh, so you can bear to look at me,” you hummed from the bath. It was large and oaken, filled with yuzu thanks to Uraume's thoughtfulness, and it overlooked snowy Tokyo and all its bustling, light-filled glory and–wait, what.

Sukuna scoffed as he pulled off his clothes methodically. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You watched him undress shamelessly. “It means you still have lipstick on your dick.” You poked away one of the yuzu that bumped into you. “It's not really my colour.”

Sukuna clenched his teeth and kicked aside his clothes before grabbing the showerhead to wash off before joining you because he was going to join you. No matter the case. No matter the objection.

But you never objected. You leaned back in the tub and watched him while you rolled another yuzu between your palms. “Did you have fun fucking her?” Fuck, you could be so scary sometimes. And you didn't even have to try.

Sukuna found it hard to answer. He found it hard to even speak. Christ, was this shame? “Look–I didn't fuck her. Didn't even get close.”

“So she just sucked your dick.”

“Tried. Didn't finish. Couldn't.”

“So sad. Why not?”

“‘Cause she's not you.” Sukuna finished with the shower and slipped into the bath, sitting across from you with a content sigh. “You give better head.”

“That went from being somewhat meaningful to annoying,” you grumbled. Still, you scooched over to him and pressed up against his side, clearly in the mood to forgive his stupid little attempted fling. “So. Then you're sure about this.”

“Sure about what?” Sukuna wondered, suddenly feeling more at ease with the rich scent of you pooling through his senses. He leaned into you when you carefully smoothed his hair out of his face with that usual, simple gentility he'd come to desire so desperately every day. “Sure about you?”

“Yeah. Us. Everything.” You nuzzled at his neck, dutifully scenting him up with kisses, nips and licks. “You started pulling away like a pussy, so I figured you regretted it.”

Sukuna had to laugh. “You're callin’ me a pussy?” He half-growled before yoinking you into his lap and squeezing you up against him. His grin widened when he saw you hold back a smile. “I think you should apologize.”

“You cheated on me with your stalker. Why do I need to apologize?”

“You hurt my fuckin’ feelings.”

“Oh. Hm. I see.” Your fingers, bigger than a woman's yet still elegant as a piano player's, danced across his firm shoulders in thought. “I think you need to have feelings for me to hurt them.”

His hands found their rightful place (on your ass) and kneaded your skin thoroughly, squeezing and pinching wherever he felt most enticed. “You know I have feelings, sweetheart. Why do ya think you're here in the first place, huh?”

Your scent flared with bashful approval. “Guess that's good to know. These days, you've left me wondering.”

Sukuna grew placid gazing upon your features, listening to your words. If he really tried, behind that diamond mask of nonchalance most Zenin brats wore, there existed soft, vulnerable skin--tired and ragged, worried and creased. He'd done that to you. Why had he done that to you?

He lifted a hand from your curves to cup your face gently, his touch breaking through the shields you so bravely put up to tell the world to fuck off. And you leaned into that touch so eagerly, so hungrily, with a sigh that sounded like you just remembered how to breathe.

“‘M sorry,” Sukuna mumbled. The word felt foreign on his tongue. He didn’t know if he even said it right.

Your eyes squeezed shut just a little tighter, holding onto whatever you could of your crumbling shell as your hand rose to rest on his. “You know I love you,” you said while diamond dust turned to quicksilver.

Sukuna wiped the glimmer from your lashes. “Love you too, runt. Mean it.” Those words still felt strange, too, but he loved those words. He loved the way they made you glow from within, how they solidified you and stopped you from collapsing into a melted mess in the face of his betrayal and swift try at redemption.

You nodded a little, the hard line of your mouth softening. Sukuna relaxed and hugged you close to him, purring deep in his chest in rhythm with you as you wholly accepted him in return and buried your face into his neck. He did the same, scenting you the way you had him, enjoying your company and weight against him. Because he loved you. He really did.

So, he said once again, “Sorry.”

2. Family Matters

“Sukuna,” Wasuke warned. The attention of the younger alpha, leaning against the counter, was on you as you yapped on about this and that with his little brother.

Sukuna grunted and looked over his shoulder at the old man, though, silently and curtly asking, what? even though he already knew what was coming.

“Leave that boy alone.”

Sukuna stared at his grandfather. It'd become more and more common, the way the young man challenged his elder, maintaining hostile eye contact that threatened the beginning of the end if the older broke first–but he never did. The old fuck was too tough. Molded by whatever his own colourful irezumi put him through.

Once, when he was younger, Sukuna wanted to know how to break his elder. He wanted to crack him open and rip those secrets from him, find out how he could use that knowledge to his advantage to never feel so small in the eyes of another ever again. He hated it. He hated the dominance held over him, the humility that came with it.

But, like always, Sukuna broke first, looking away with a grumble, reinforcing his place in the food chain.

Sukuna sighed. The old house was the same–far too traditional, too plain, too normal. It irked him to his core. Here, amidst all the boring normal shit of his past, his status in society no longer mattered; here, he forfeited first place, and took up second.

“Hey,” came your voice, muffled by the car window separating you from your lover. When Sukuna looked over at you, he saw his little nugget tucked safely in your arms, only half-awake as she nuzzled into the warmth of your chest.

But then there was you. A face full of confusion, annoyance, and exasperation greeted Sukuna. You went for the door handle to wrench your man out of the car, but he locked it, watching you yank on the handle a handful of times before you knocked on the window incessantly.

“Get out of the goddamn car, you little shit,” you hissed, looking between Sukuna and the front door of the house frantically. You stared at him hard, then, your frustration building every second your alpha refused to budge and end the embarrassment crashing down on you.

A terrifyingly calm expression took over your face, before you adjusted the little pup in your arms and fished something out of your pocket. Sukuna didn't realize what it was until you leaned over and slammed your fist into the hood of the car, tearing into it easily with the fucking key in your hand.

“You gotta be shitting me–” Sukuna scrambled to unlock the door and swing it open. He hopped out and slammed the car door closed. “You little–”

“Oh, good, you found your balls.”

Sukuna groaned as he looked at the damage you left. “Baby, you know how expensive this is gonna be to fix? Fucking hell, why're you such a crazy bitch?”

“Well, look who I'm stuck with,” you said lightly. “Obviously you've corrupted me. It's not my fault.”

Sukuna grumbled and turned to you, grabbing you and pulling you close; but instead doling out a punishment as his past self was so accustomed to doing, he aggressively nuzzled the top of your head, viciously scenting you up and squeezing you against his solid frame while he grumbled and growled.

“I'm splitting you in half when we get home.”

You sighed, dramatic. “Oh no. I'm so afraid. But I guess I deserve such a brutal punishment. Sigh.” You nuzzled him back before tiptoeing up to kiss his chin, then his lips when he leaned down to meet you the rest of the way. “Ready?”

Sukuna took a deep breath and looked over your face, running the back of his fingers against the rise of your cheekbone. He loved touching your face these days (more than usual). You still held onto a bit of pregnancy plushness that filled in the hollow angles of your handsomely beautiful face and other once-bony parts of your body. You'd never panicked about it, but you bitched and moaned, loudly lamenting about the way your clothes fit a little differently or how you just had to keep stealing Sukuna's shirts to replace your own.

Touka, your little one, mewled from her spot smooshed between her parents. Sukuna sighed as he pulled back to look down at her, hoping she'd take most the heat off of him when he faced his grandfather again.

“Let's just get this over with.”

Yuuji was the one who answered the door. He lived with Wasuke, claiming it was just easier and cheaper than getting his own place, but most knew the younger was a worry wart; he couldn't stand by and let his grandfather get put in a home or quietly tough out everyday life on his own in his elderly years. Yuuji stayed for the sake of family, and Wasuke quietly welcomed it. His brother's goodness nearly struck Sukuna with guilt.

But any chance at guilt died the moment he met the old bastard's stony gaze.

“Itadori-san,” you cooed pleasantly, a far cry from the demon that'd keyed Sukuna's car. “It's good to see you again.”

Wasuke quirked a brow and walked up to you, nudging Yuuji aside so he could get a good look at you and the pup nestled to your chest. Sukuna took a breath and looked away. He didn't need to see the critical stare of the old man while he processed the fact that Sukuna had indeed not stayed away from you. Ugh, the idea of being scolded made the alpha itch.

“We're far beyond honorifics, boy. You know that,” Wasuke lightly scolded, and you beamed. Sukuna could imagine a little shiba inu tail on you, wagging fast enough to take flight. “I'm glad to see you in one piece after taming my grandson. It must've been a damn ordeal.”

Yuuji cackled impishly, pointing at Sukuna. “Oooh, burn.”

“Sorry, who got the omega in the end?” Sukuna quipped back, making Yuuji sprout a grumpy look and cross his arms with a mumbled you suck.

“Quit the fighting and come in,” Wasuke ushered. “And you,” he snapped, looking at Sukuna with chronic disapproval, “Take off those sunglasses. You're trying too hard. Look like an idiot.”

You stifled your laughter as Sukuna grumbled and plucked his shades off. His very cool, very neat, very fancy, very expensive shades.

Wasuke ushered you all inside, gesturing to the kotatsu prepared with food and drinks and starting off on a grumbling rant about the shitty cold mornings and warm afternoons that came with Spring. Obviously, he'd complained to break the ice, and it worked.

Small talk turned into easier conversation. Whenever Sukuna seemed to struggle with being cordial, you would lean into him more, squeezing his hand tightly whilst purring under the radar. That worked, too. As much as Sukuna was an asshole, he didn't want the afternoon to fall apart. Better he stay quieter than say something to regret.

“They've calmed you down,” Wasuke said, snapping Sukuna's mind to attention. It was then that he finally noticed Yuuji had effectively kidnapped little Touka and was giving her a tour of the house like she actually gave a shit.

“Hm?” He grunted, so eloquent.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, leaning into your partner more with a sigh. “Words, not grunts, Sukuna.”

He huffed. “You grunt at me all the damn time.”

“Not at our elders.”

“Tch.” Sukuna rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Whaddaya mean they've calmed me down, huh?”

Wasuke, for once, looked somewhat amused. “Your pup. Your mate. They've made you human.”

“Ha? You're actin’ like I was some four-armed, two-faced freak or some shit.”

“Some days you acted like it,” Wasuke scoffed. “Doesn't matter if you agree or not, I can see the change in you, kid–that wild thing inside of you is finally settling down.”

You hummed and looked up at him. “I've noticed, too. You're less pissy. More tolerant. Still annoying, but that's just a personality flaw.” Sukuna growled and nipped at you, but you faced him so very bravely and suffered no such nip.

“I'm glad for you, kid,” Wasuke interjected, breaking up the petty fight that was about to go down. The two of you looked back to the eldest. “You were a real pain in the ass, and you fucked up a lot along the way, but you made things work out. You should be proud.”

Sukuna would never be able to put his feelings, the utter rush he felt getting his grandfather's approval, into words.

“So where does this end, kid?” Wasuke asked.

“What?” He asked before he could properly think it through.

“This life. Your ‘profession.’ How long're you gonna keep that up, huh?”

Sukuna could feel you lean into him more, letting more body weight ease your shared worries about the life you shared and the professions you'd taken up. Both unpredictable. Both in the crosshairs of dangerous beasts.

“You think we'll end up six feet under like mom ‘n dad, that it?” Sukuna rasped. He looped an arm around your waist and squeezed you against his side in reassurance as Wasuke's expression grew gloomier.

“You're more like your mother than you know, kid. You don't–”

“‘Course I don't know,” Sukuna interrupted, firm but not vicious. “Mom was a fucking moron ‘n knocked up whoever the fuck she could to get an in into one of those big-name clans. No shit they'd get pissed off and kill the bitch.”

Wasuke scowled, but didn't argue. It was hard to when his daughter in-law was in the wrong, when she dug her own grave with every child sired before slipping and falling in on her own. A sad story. An incredibly stupid one, too.

“That won't happen,” you offered mildly. Sukuna looked down at you, suddenly feeling the urge to shoot another baby into you as you spoke up on your own. “I trust Sukuna as much as I trust myself; he's worked hard to create an untouchable empire, and I have the connections to supplement it.” You glanced up at him. “If it's not Sukuna, then it'll be someone else running Tokyo. I couldn't think of a better king.”

A beat of silence passed before Wasuke asked, “And you, kid?” You afraid?

Sukuna willed his mind out of R-rated territory to look at his grandfather. “You know me,” he started with a troublesome grin, “I can't stay away from what I want.”

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JJK Mafia Au (JJK x Reader) PART 1

Warnings:

- TW: Dead dove dont read (DDDR) Minors do not interact (MDNI): SA, Physical Assault, DubCon, NonCon, Mindbreak, Public Humiliation, Breeding, Ownership, Gaslighting, Multiple manipulation, RWORD, PTSD, a lot more toxic sh.

Premise:

Reader lives in a city where the two biggest gangs keep things line until the third gang showed up. That had nothing to do with you though, until dumb luck just happened to favor you one day. Basically You’re picked up and used by every dangerous criminal within the clans due to some alliances they had to create due to some members messing up the previous alliances. ((Almost everyone’s gonna have a turn 🤗)) ( i have 12 chapters planned out right now meaning after i write those ill still be writing more.)

Ch/gang guide: so basically in like 2026

You - 27

Rika: 25

Roymen: Zenin: Gojo:

- SUKUNA (39), TOJI (47), GOJO (37),

- Yuuji (24), Megumi (24), Utahime (39),

- Choso (30), Maki (25), Shoko (39),

- Kamo (27), Mai (25), Ijichii (35),

- Todo (27), Momo (26), Nanami (36),

- Yuki (34), Nobara (24), Yuta (25),

- Geto (36), Panda (25) Hakari (27),

- Mimiko (22), Miwa (26), Kirara (27),

- Nanako (22) Toge (26), Kokichi (25),

“No way I’m sleeping for dinner tonight.” You stuffed your hair in a beanie and threw your hood over your eyes. Your smaller frame makes you easier to be dismissed as teenager, people just thinking you’re just an emo on their occasional stroll through the city, it was the perfect excuse they made up for you. Running into them, “stupid brat”, or just swiftly taking something passing it off as youre asking for directions. That was when you were just practicing; right now, you had to use those skills again. The bustling city really tones itself down when the third clan moved in.

No one knows where they came from, but they’re worse than the Zenin Gang. The Gojo Gang was supposed to be there to even them out but with the Ryomen gang, everyone was so scare of them that half the population started to stay inside, that’s what it seemed.

“Lucky.” Some dumbass just entered your alley to take a phone call. Knowing your size you’d be apprehended immediately, but if it’s one person, you could quickly snatch something and you’d be living like a king once again (until the next poor soul comes across your path.) You just didn’t find the use in a job, being stuck in this world that would use you just for being born, you wanted to prove it wrong.

You toss your trash and start walking towards this figure, making it seem like you were just passing them. They ignore you and you smile because this is the perfect time to “Oof!”

You smack into the man in the alley and you get knocked on your ass. The man stands tall and barely moves. “Call me back in 5 minutes.”

The man hangs up his phone and looks down at you. “All this space in this alley and you run into me? Really? You don’t think it’s obvious what you’re trying to do kid?”

You’ve never had a confrontation like this before. What the hell, how did he stand so still, it was like running into a wall. “He’s got me figured out, guess i’ll just return his wallet while he still thinks i’m a kid.”

You reach into your jacket and he grabs your arm. “Are you trying to retrurn this to me?” He pulls out his wallet, you thought you grabbed that? Did he take it back at the last second? Did you never take it? “Or are you finding a weapon. Do you need it that badly that you’ll go up against me?”

“I don’t know you.” You answer. You want to run away but he couches down to you, making you face him. “I don’t blame you.” He grabs at your hat and hood, taking them off, along with your giant jacket.

“Oh? I wouldn’t have noticed you were a bitch.” He was being rough, or maybe it was gentle for him, but this was fucked, you had to leave, now. You try to get up but he grabs your shoulder, keeping you down with him.

“What do you want? Jut let me go.” He’s gotta have other plans if he didn’t want to be bothered.

He laughs like that was funny. “Let you go? You knocked into /me/. It was your whole idea to get involved.”

You didn’t know what do to, he was making shit up now. He tried to lean close but you moved back. I like that. He moves in again and you grit your teeth and try to hit him. He punches you in the stomach so hard you stop breathing for a second. It was awful, god what the fuck was he gonna kill you? That’s too far for stealing a wallet.

“Remember what Ive been saying?”

You heave over yourself.

“I’ll just train you better, your reaction is quite nice.“

His phone rings as you try to collect yourself.You could barely move, much less drag yourself to sit up against the wall. Every breath of life was agonizing.

“Yeah, perfect timing, yeah I was just teaching this bitch a lesson. Tried to steal my wallet just now. Ballsy.” He says while looking down at you.

Holy fucking shit you were in fear. Your legs couldn’t move if you tried. You just knew he was dangerous if this was normal for him.

You shrink down yourself down to minimize the pain barely anything came up but still you were heaving.

He comes over and stomps on you while listening in on the phone. His large boot putting pressure between your legs.

Were you enjoying this? The strange man just won’t stop grinding himself in the right spot, the pain subsided and you looked like a breathless messy pervert on the street.

“Hey are you paying attention?!” The person on the phone almost yelled out.

“Ill call you back.”

He stopped the pressure when you started to squirm and humor yourself into his boot. He lifts you up in with one arm.

He looks at you with cold eyes. “You’re fucked up.”

“You-you” You breathed through hungry breaths.

“Wow, okay.” He rolls his eyes and grabs at you. “Lets see if you can handle me then.”

“That’s not what i meant!” You tried to back yourself away from him when he grabs at your face and wipes it off, looking around for something. There’s a corner past the other end of the alley, and he drags you there, bending you over the wall.

“Is this all you want?” You spit out.

“You’re so nonchalant about this.”

“Being out here this long, it’s bound to happen.” Life on the street, this is the reason why you had to cover up you were a woman. It didn’t help that you looked smaller, easier if anything. It wasn’t anything new for survival.

“They told me I was great, couldn’t even last 2 minutes.“

“Then you shouldn’t be worried” He whips it out.

Your stomach dropped. “What the fuck wait-“

He spits on his tip only and angles it down, centering where your cervix may be. He thrusts in, tearing your walls apart, you scream out loud and he punches you in the back of the head, almost making you black out for a second.

“Shhhh oooh wow you are great,” He grunts as you still find space for him. “But can you survive me?”

Your head hurt, your legs hurt, you can’t do much but go limp and bear it. He was ruining you. His dick make your legs go numb, they just hit you so hard deep inside that you feel the shock in your face and toes with each assault.

All you could do was manage your breathing through this, holy shit this was something else. He grabs your neck with his forearm, choking you while pulling him closer to him, going even deeper, making you cry.

“Aw does this hurt?” He whispers in your ear.

“F-Fuck you.”

He chuckled. “You started squeezing me each time you hear my voice, are you that easy to train?”

You let out another cry and hit the wall with your fist, trying to redirect some of the pain. He stays in you and grinds into you, he’s just trying to make u cum to humiliate you.

He reaches around and kisses at your neck and drops you up and down on him. The rhythm is making you go insane and it feels like he has so many hands with he way he keeps everywhere occupied.

You cum so hard you actually squirt, wait did you? You’ve never done that before so truthfully it was as embarrassing as it was shocking. You couldn’t stop shaking from your core.

“Jesus, I’m gonna need new pants.” You cling to the wall, face tingling, you couldn’t even try out your legs, it was out of the question. You let yourself start to feel, shaking as a wave of emotions creep toward you as you hoped to be left alone in the alley, but he surprises you. “C’mon we’re going home.”

He grabs at you, picking your tired, half naked body up. You wanted to thrash and be freed, but if you risk kicking at his head, you might as well be begging to eat the curb. Before you know it you’re stuffed into a tinted out car in the barren street.

Avoiding eye contact, you sat still in the middle of the packed car. One of them had the decency to give you their jacket to cover yourself up with, but you couldn’t stop the smell, you smelled like and looked like sex. You were just happy it was over, though haven’t you heard this before, ‘Never let them bring you to a second location?” You were about to freak out again until the person next to you grabbed your arms and blindfolded you.

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They drag you out the car and have you follow them for what felt like the longest few minutes of your life. You find your senses quickly, the blindfold was taken off and you were somewhat free again. “Here.” Your escorts pushed you into the room.

You’ve been brought to where it looked like these two girls were waiting to clean you up. Without saying much, they get to work.

At it for a good half hour, most of your injuries were treated. They keep you awake in case you have a concussion.

“You two leave.” Your captor entered the room.

“But her head-“

“I was the one who gave her the injury, I know how hard I hit her. Now leave before I decide to cut alliances with your father, and take you two along with this pitiful bitch.”

The girls hold their breath and take nothing with them, leaving you two alone. When you’re not in a u Jed away spot in the street together, he actually started to look larger by comparison. Do you really think you could’ve taken him on?

What was there to say? What was he going to do to you? Did that matter anymore? You hold onto your belly, tracing over the bruises he left, not being able to stomach another hit from him in your current condition. The large man walks over to your bed.

Towering over you, admiring his work, “I came back only because you didn’t satisfy me. I mean I make you a squirting mess and you mess up my pants? That doesn’t sound fair does it?”

“Who are you?” You don’t dare to move or the ache will start again. “How do you have all this power?”

He sounded amused. “You still haven’t figured it out yet? Or did I hit you too hard.” He flicks your forehead.

“Seriously!”

You’re sure of it, there’s no way someone like you would’ve ever met anyone from the top 3. You had no business with them, you stayed out of their business and locations. “My name is Sukuna.”

As the thoughts crossed your mind, he takes ur blanket off and sees you all cleaned up, of course, still bruised and swollen from just before.

Tearing off the blanket, immediately ripping apart the robes and cloths that covered you, he exposes you and keeps your legs spread. No warning, he just dives right in. You’re taken aback by the sudden collision. His tongue dances around your sex before he starts lapping you up. His flattened tongue grazing your clit then sucking at it had your whole body reacting.

He picked your legs up to get a better angle. His hot mouth felt like it was melting into you. It wasn’t long before he brought you to orgasm again, but just with his mouth. It wasn’t enough for him, he needed more.

Stuffing a few fingers into you, he doesn’t stop and continues working on your clit with his tongue again. Barely giving you time to recover from the sensitivity, you jolted more as he picked up his pacing, barely able to hold back screams.

Riding out your second orgasm into his hand, he looks down amused. “I needed to relieved some stress today, maybe the gods are finally listening to me. But was it luck? Fate? Hm…”

What is he talking about, weren’t you the one with semi brain damage?

The high leaves your body, though you could still feel it in you face. Sukuna takes his digits out of you and picks you up by the face. His other hand unsheatheding himself from his robes.

His erection was terrifying. Seeing it again made your body ache and you were screaming, at least you would if you found the strength but it was beat out of you, before, and now.

You couldnt stand for a second you thought his scar and tattooed decorated body was beautiful. That jawline, his dark features softened by his pink hair, and this distinguishing look in his eyes. Though cruel and harsh, scary like him, there was something else there. Not that you had time to look.

His cruelty brings you back. Shoving you full of his cock, rutting his hips in deeper every chance you think he’s done, he digs deeper. As he sits upright, he has gravity do most of the work. Putting his hands on the small of your back, using that to push you down further onto him. You were getting uncomfortable with this cock warming.

He was just digging holes into you now. Almost bored, watching your legs cringe at every grind. Your face contorting with pain and relief from moves only he’ll allow. He’s enjoying himself enough to almost forget that this was just a pit stop.

“Make me cum and I’ll go.” He says.

Through the pain, unable to ignore him, you ask, “What?”

“You heard me. If I’m late I can just skip my meetings and punish you for the rest of the day.” He threatened.

You pick yourself up with your thighs on top of his, the adjustment made it feel bigger, you were uncomfortable but you knew that it would be tighter from this angle. You’re trembling as your arms are weak yet they were pushing your body up onto his.

He looks down a bit amused. “Do you need some help?” Without waiting he puts his hands under your arms and pick you up, finally angling it right and dropping you down, his head hitting into your cervix.

“Mmm- Ahhh!” Youd cry out, wrapping your arms around his neck to better manage your weight. If you let go he’d break you, you held yourself up as much as you could but Sukuna doesn’t really like a clingy partner. He rips one arm off his neck and uses that hold to maneuver you above him.

“Hhhh! Hhhhahh….” Your short screams had become gasps and sighs, getting sweeter as he kept a rhythm. He grabs at your neck and face, pushing you to face him and you just kiss him violently back.

Pushing your chest onto his, feeling his blood rush as you can only manage to smother his face with sloppy kisses.

With this, he takes that as the go to and puts you back on your back, bending your knees up and makes your face go numb. Without a warning he slaps you so hard you almost rag doll. He laughs at you again, and pulls out, making a sloshing sound.

Almost embarrassed because of the noises you were making without him, he flips you over and shoves your face into the pillow. He slaps you ass hard, your scream silences as he pushes you further in the bed with his dick. He doesn’t stop, this feeling was deeper than you felt before, it was breaking you now.

“What’s my name bitch?” He’s gasping out.

“SUK-“ He slaps your ass. “SUH aH-“ He grabs stir, not letting you finish as he starts to relentlessly buck into you. “AHHH! SUKUNA!” You cry.

The pain and numbness; pleasure and confusion were all messing with your senses. Your cries were like melody to his ears, so much so he decided to choke you from behind. Your gasps and pathetic grunts desperately trying to get your brain some air, it drove him crazy.

He growls and grinds into you as he lays all his weight on you, like he claimed ownership. He’s so deep in you you couldn’t breathe and now you could feel it. He was twitching inside you, and something hot was spreading from inside. This was insane, with the weight, the asphyxiation, it was so much and oh-

Your body tensed up, toes curled and your fingers clenching onto whatever sheets and skin you could find at the moment. He dug his head and bit into your sweet spot. Sukuna’s arm that grabbed your neck, traveled to your womb, lifting you further into him as you came onto his still twitching cock.

“You didn’t do much this time,” He holds you on top of him still as he skewers through you, “but I can forgive you. Rest.” Sukuna stands up and lets you slip off of him, back into the bed weak as ever. He puts his robe back on and looks down at you from the bed. You couldn’t care, you’re just tired from the most unexpected few hours you’ve ever lived through. It wasn’t so much crazy as it was weird.

Dusting himself off, fixing the details of his new outfit, he stands up to leave. You watch as he carries himself with such a highly regard, you can’t help but rethink his status. He opens the door, to your surprise he speaks to someone.

“I told you I wouldn’t need long.” He says to the people outside. Were they there the whole time? What the hell was going on anymore. Was life as you knew it over? If you weren’t already, you were SO fucked.

“When the girls are done shopping tell them to clean her up, again.”

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I hope this is good I’ll prob reread it and rewrite it but here take it TAKE IT// I’ll be working on movie night w the boys next 😈

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HELP your time travel shenanigans fic idea about toji being very much alive but still putting the fate of his two little ass kids in the hands of a bunch of 16-17 year olds even if he’s still breathing. if i was megumi then my abandonment issues would’ve gone crazy if that happened to me 😭. mamaguro is looking down from the pearly white gates IN ANGER at toji’s audacity i just know it.

but now i’m curious on other ideas (that you have) for fics about jjk that you may or may not get to after sea glass gardens.

see the sad thing is that letting a bunch of 16-17 year old bitchy disaster gays discover the magic of teen parenthood is actually a step up because he had already sold Megumi to the Zenin and feral wolverines would be a better alternative to them. This was the best parenting decision toji has ever made.

(Time travel!Megumi: look we don’t have any other options. Anything is better than the Zenin.

Gojo, in the distance: they’re what three? That’s old enough for a red bull

Geto: I will actually kill you over this satoru

Time travel!megumi: *deep breath*)

A loose catalogue of my jjk fics, which may or may not exist one day:

Sea glass gardens verse:

I am forever compelled by the siren call of expanding my fics into universes because one story is never enough for me. I’ve got threeish stories in this universe, with no promises of how many, if any, I’ll write.

1. The Teen Parenting Chronicles: Gojo, Nanami, and Shoko’s expert guide to raising children when you are, in fact, children. Featuring what the fuck happened with the Zenin the first time around.

2. Megumi’s pov of what just happened leading up to sea glass gardens: someone asked me if I’d ever write this and it has the highest chance of existing because I have. Sort of. Started writing it. I have impulse control issues.

3. Okkotsu Yuuta and the world’s longest distance panic attack: crack fic of Yuuta on his study abroad trip becoming increasingly more frantic at the other second year’s updates as to how His Boy’s first year as a jujutsu sorcerer is going. What do you mean sukunas there. What do you mean he doesn’t have a shirt. Well put one on him!

Time travel AU:

1. The Time Traveler’s Guide to Fucking Shit Up And Living Well: following another attempt on their lives by the higher ups, the first year gang is forced into a desperate, high stakes gamble with a time-centric curse that puts their very existences at stake. If they want to survive, they have to complete one task of their choosing in the past before the clock runs out. Their mission?

To punch fushiguros shitty bio dad in the face, something which will surely have no long term consequences on the timeline.

See this one has the most chance of actually existing one day because it is by far my FAVORITE jjk fic I have. It even beats out sea glass gardens. I desperately want to write it.

2. The 2006 Gang and the Art of a Good Union: following a confusing incident with the star plasma vessel and three unknown sorcerers, the 2006 Tokyo jujutsu high first and second year class inexplicably goes off the rails and retires from jujutsu sorcery, claiming that they’ve discovered the magic of teen parenthood and can in no way risk themselves in such a dangerous profession now that they have kids to think about. At least, not with the way things are run now.

No one knows where they got the children from.

3. Toji Fushiguro and the Dead Beat Dad Chronicles: in which toji fushiguro succeeds at being a dead beat baby daddy to two teenaged gay boys and their crew of bitchy lgbtq compadres, who in no way want him to be involved in their children’s lives.

Standalones:

1. “Fushiguro is unleashed in junpei’s school like an invasive superpredator” AU: I’ve talked about this one in way more detail in another post for an ask game, but the idea is that itadori discovers junpeis abuse at school and says Not On His Fucking Watch and escalates the matter to gojo, who decides the funniest possible solution while they try to draw out mahito is to unleash his all star delinquent son into junpeis high school to bully the bullies.

Fushiguro resents this as a problem solving strategy.

2. The Zenin raise Megumi AU: also discussed in more detail in an ask game. In which people took Tsumiki’s little brother from her, but she’s trying to get him back, she promises.

Or, in which the Zenin take megumi, leave tsumiki, and they both spend every day after fighting to get back to the other.

3. Sort of a no curse AU: Itafushi romance story, in which local himbo Itadori Yuuji falls for delinquent Fushiguro Megumi when his grandpa is placed in the room next to Fushiguros comatose sister. Starts as a no curse AU… except there’s totally curses, Tsumikis mom just moved them to Sendai without telling anyone so the Zenin never found Megumi, and he’s just never told anyone about the curses he sees because he’s worried he’s schizophrenic. He thought the shikigami thing was a metaphor for self actualization or something.

4. Fushiguro Megumi and the World’s Most Inconvenient Custody Battle: pre JJK0, Geto decides to be a shithead magic terrorist at a local school that represents all the worst of monkey society: it’s known for a rampant bullying issue, which is a breeding ground for cursed spirits, and it contributes to the risk to jujutsu sorcerers by feeding a local legend of a haunted bridge that could explode into a serious curse any day.

What he didn’t count on? Finding the new Ten Shadows in the student body, who’s fully willing to kamikaze them both if it means saving his sister’s life.

And who doesn’t seem to be aware that he more than has the potential to take suguru in a fight.

In which Fushiguro just wanted to shut up, go to school, and go home, and instead finds himself in a binding vow to give cult life a whirl to save the lives of classmates he doesn’t even like all that much.

It involves oddly more parenting than he expected.

5. Fake Fiancés AU: prodigy and noble prize winning physicist Gojo Satoru, following a very ill advised fuck buddies arrangement with fushiguro toji, has settled down into domestic bliss with the two kids he took from the relationship despite them not, in any way, being related to him. The problem? His ex is back in town. The hot one. The one who broke up with him and started a cult. The one who he wants to convince he got over when he absolutely did not do that.

The solution? Tell everyone he’s happily engaged to Nanami Kento, who cannot express enough how much he does not want him to do that.

… until, all of a sudden, he needs a show of domestic bliss himself. His adoptive son’s older brother, sukuna, has crawled out of the woodwork and decided to make a play for custody himself. And Nanami does not know what Sukuna truly wants, but he knows it does not have Yuuji’s best interests at heart.

I share custody of this story with my best friend, who cocreated it with me over deranged text message. I may convince her to joint write it with me if I ever get her to publish her fanfic.

6. Todo Aoi and Schrodinger’s Boyfriend: Todo’s beloved brother, who is most assuredly a man, suffers some kind of terrible brain damage that leads him to confess he loves an assless boy. Todo cannot abide by this, until it’s pointed out to him that if Fushiguro’s type is his brother, that would make him the most interesting man alive. If it is not, he continues to be a boring and uninteresting boy.

Todo sets off on a mission with two goals: determine if fushiguro megumi is interesting, and get him to do some squats. because there’s simply no ass there.

Fushiguro wonders why his life is suddenly harder.

7. Choso and the Art of Being a Big Brother: choso discovers the truth of kenjaku early and does the only logical thing in response: he kills his father in his sleep, cuts out his brain, and delivers it in a jar to his new brother Itadori Yuuji as the first step in wooing him into domestic sibling love.

Megumi doesn’t know where these people come from. Or why all of them think itadori is their brother.

8. SatoSugu realizes their little boy is all grown up when he gets his first crush on a boy when he meets yuuji.

They do not fucking take it with grace.

Also co-written with my best friend via text message.

9. The instagram chronicles: crack fic in which the jujutsu sorcery personnel crisis gets worse, because nobara Kugisaki keeps trying to hard launch her instagram influencer career, and keeps accidentally making every jujutsu sorcerer instagram famous except for her

10. So I don’t actually ship Yuuta and Megumi, but I do really like the idea of low stakes relationships? Like, especially for teen romances. You tried it, decided you were better off as friends, and just went back to being friends. I just like the idea of fumbling around in relationships and getting a sense of boundaries and what you’re interested in without it being a big, world-shaking romance. It seems like a more realistic portrayal of high school relationships than every one of them being this world-defining mature love.

Pre season 1 but post JJK 0, Yuuta and Megumi dated for maybe a month and half, held hands maybe twice, and decided that they were better off as friends and parted on good terms. The issue?

No one realized they were dating. And when it is realized, everyone thinks their relationship was torpedoed because the second years kept inviting themselves onto their dates.

Cue the jjk high school students trying to amend old mistakes and get Yuuta and Megumi back together, who do not, in fact, want to be back together. Headlining Inumaki Toge, who is half in love with Yuuta and does not know why he’s helping get him together with someone else, and Itadori Yuuji, who is half in love with Megumi and also does not know why he’s helping get him together with someone else.

#I want to go on record that fushiguro expertly crafted a binding vow to get out of that time travel thing and the task was going to be ‘try #that ramen place that closed down before we could’ until yuuji said ‘haha fushiguro why don’t we go punch your shitty bio dad in the face’#and now they’re doing this he guesses #Yuuji didn’t think it would activate like that okay #it was mostly an accident but also he really fucking hates megumis dad #he’s cultivated seething resentment towards him since Megumi in an act of rare vulnerability confessed that his dad sold him to the Zenin as #a kid and that’s why gojo has custody #he. really wants to punch that guy. he REALLY wants to punch him.#the time travel AU exists in parallel with sea glass gardens #sea glass gardens is its backstory but it’s not an official continuation of that makes sense #it’s an AU of my own AU if that makes sense

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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.

#toji fushiguro x black reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro fic #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #anime fanfic #anime x reader #toji x reader #toji fanfic

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satorhime · 2 years

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congrats on reaching your milestone! absolutely love your collab idea and you unlocked a thought i had like— a few weeks ago. i won’t spoil too much but it’s gonna have some fatphobia and naoya is a closeted chubby chaser who’s very insecure 👀 choso (ofc) is a sweet boyo who’s gonna treat reader RIGHT. to be completely HONEST the 80s absolutely hates fat people (they still kinda do) so i thought drama would be delicious

Title: Driven Away

Characters: motorcycle gang leader! naoya zenin! x chubby! bimbo! confident! reader x nerdy! emo! choso kamo!

it’s gonna be an angsty college au fic with smut, i already know it’s gonna be LOOOOONG bc of my need to world-build 🧍

and i’m gonna post it on my side account if that’s okay? @chaiiskindagross

mAuAhHahAh i’m so excited

THIS SOUNDS SO UNIQUE. aaaaah i’m so excited !! i’ll add you to the list soon, thank u for joining babie ( > ◡ < ) 💗💗

#RETROL8VE!COLLAB

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charmspoint · 2 years

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There is like one (1) full council scene in gang au prequel and its like

Naobito Zenin (68, drunk beyond comprehension)

Naoya Zenin (24, hasnt masturbated yet this morning)

Yoshinobu Gakuganji (Probably a million and it shows)

Satoru Gojo (25, deadliest man in Tokyo and currently going through his third depressive spiral that week)

and

Noritoshi Kamo (15, left high and dry by his clan leader, really doesnt want to be there)

#lucy blabs #when i say gang au prequel is like 10% sitcom this is what i mean

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shokeiri · 7 months

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ! — rules.

cafe rules, necessary for coexistence.

ꕀ ‎‏‏⠀⠀⠀𝐃𝐍𝐈 — do not interact if:

dni if you’re a racist, a minor (check tags), homophobic/transphobic, xenophobic, kinkshamer, send anon hate, sexist, fatphobic, cannot sperate fiction from reality. this is a blog to have fun.

if you trauma dump on people's inboxes. i'm sorry for all the horrible things you may have been through, but I'm really not able to deal with it properly.

ꕀ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ‎‏‏𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 — general rules!

writing is a hobby. I will dedicate myself in whatever way I can — but still, please don't pressure me to fulfill requests or “write faster”. It doesn't make anything better and it even demotivates me.

anon hate WILL get blocked and ignored. i don't need your gratuitous hate.

at the moment, i only write for jujutsu kaisen.

i usually write for f!reader, but occasionally, there maybe be m!reader. sone of my works will also be gn!reader <3 trans!reader is never excluded, too. be it amab or afab.

i avoid giving reader specific description unless asked for in the request! my intention is for it to be something identifiable for most people and that you can enjoy reading it.

please credit if you use some of my dividers! the headers and the art on my profile photo DO NOT BELONG TO ME. but the dividers do, i make them myself. they're inspired by @/cafekitsune. it's alright if you're inspired or even use them but you should tag me for credit!

i don't mind if you're underage, as my content is more fluff oriented than nsfw oriented. although, if you're a minor, block the tag i use for smut signalization. (link to my tags HERE).

please, always check with my requests are open or closed and be sure to look at my do's and don'ts before requesting!

ꕀ ‎‏‏⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐃𝐎'𝐬 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓𝐬 — self-explanatory, but what i write and what i don't write for! *"(?)" means I'll consider, but i probably won't write it.

kinks: piss kink, daddy kink, dub/non-con, cnc, necrophilia, incest, step-incest/pseudo-incest(?), scat, race play, pet play, knife play, m-preg, knotting, bestiality, eating disorders, vore, rape themes, kidnapping, drugging, character x character, pregnant reader (parent reader is fine, just as breeding and lactation), somnophilia, orgies, fisting, babytrapping, rim jobs(?), age regression/roleplay, lolicon, ddlg, foot fetish, non-con recording, gang bangs, period sex, watersports, domestic abuse, master kink, wound fucking, heavy bleeding, suicide and related, teacher x student, shoe licking, high school au! setting (or related), panty sniffing, stalking.

— NOT kinkshaming people ; i just don't do well with this topics / they're disturbing or displeasing to me.

if you have any doubts, send me an ask!

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to make a request, you simply need to drop an ask! <3 i don't take requests on DM’s and generally, i prefer that people don't DM me.

i prefer to write fluff over smut. i like smut, but some cuteness is more my area. i hope that doesn't bother people when they're requesting.

𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒!! (wip's)

LAPDOG — shoko ieiri x f!reader SMUT

SURRENDERING — suguru geto x f! reader. SMUT

SWORDSMAN — yuta okkotsu x gn!reader FLUFF

LADIES — maki zenin x f!reader FLUFF

[ you have reached the end! <3 ]

#﹆𓄹 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈.#blog rules #rules #navigation

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phierie · 2 years

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a couple sketches for the yutamaki au again

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #yutamaki #maki zen'in #maki zenin #yuta okkotsu #okkotsu yuta #okkotsu yuuta #zenin maki #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jujutsu kaisen au #zenin gang au #my art #fanart #doodle

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i-am-distressed · 3 years

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Y/n is ecstatic. After almost 5 years, her dreams of joining the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department are finally coming true. That is until she catches her boyfriend cheating, and his jaw catches her fist. With her career on the line, she's left with one choice. "For the next 3 months, You, Y/n L/n will be doing a sort of probationary trial with this man sitting in front of me." The man's head shot up, his crimson eyes wide open as his face contorted into a scowl. "Yeah, no, she won't be. I don't take passengers." Yaga sat up, his glasses casting a menacing gleam, "If you'd like to keep your job, Corporal, you will be."

Warnings: Violence, nothing graphic, police AU, mentions of cheating, gang/drug activity, mentions/usage of guns and other weapons (individual chapters will be properly labeled), blood in some parts, over all it's not angst it's more humor than anything. Possible suggestive scenes but no smut.

Cast

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

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lilyundertaker · 2 years

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April bullies day 14 - My little housewife

Pairing: bully!Toji Fushiguro x reader;

Genre: college AU, smut, one-shot;

Warnings: 18+, bullying, non-con/dub-con, none consensual blowjob, cumeating, vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink, homophobic themes;

Synopsis: you destroy playboy Toji's life at highschool prom, making it look like he's gay, thus he gets sent to some institution for gay people by the Zenin clan. Unfortunately, he comes back to haunt you at college, now with a single intention in his head - to destroy your future.

Note: in rl I fully support LGBTQ+ gang, and the homophobic stuff is purely for the plot here.

The high school prom was a BLAST! The memories of it were still lingering at the back of your mind, but the best thing that came out of it – it was the last time you’d ever see Toji Fushiguro, or at least you’d only see him after years. The reason why you hated the guy so much was due to his infamous school-playboy reputation, one of his conquests being your own best friend, who went to a therapist after the whole thing got exposed. The prom night was a perfect day to put your revenge at motion.

Toji must’ve been surprised out of his mind when you accepted his invitation to prom as well as to spend the night at a near-by hotel room. So far you had been the final name missing from his list of conquest and he was way too happy to finish it before moving on to his next domain, that he never caught even a whisp of your true intentions.

Let’s just say that after all the fun n dancin’ you excused yourself to your room, saying that you needed 20 minutes to prepare yourself, whilst he pumped himself up with drinks of all sorts of colors. When he finally came staggering to the hotel room, he was so happy to see a beautiful body outline hidden under the blanket, so he rid himself from most of his clothing. But as soon as he pushed himself under the covers, you stepped out of the bathroom, pulled the covers off and took a picture of Toji kissing your gay friend.

The shock on everyone’s faces of the revelation that Toji was gay, has been printed in your memory. What’s more, his prestigious family made a whole family drama for him, as they were well know for their arranged marriage breeding program (basically those people are very pressing over the importance of producing offspring), so you could only imagine how Toji got himself beat up for something that wasn’t really his fault. But as the saying goes – revenge is best served cold, and you sure as hell went by the book.

The thing was, you didn’t feel the least bit sorry for him, as he had broken your best friend’s heart and caused you lots of trouble and drama during your school years, just because you refused to sleep with him. The worst thing he had done to you was putting hot glue in your hair which caused some burns at the back of your neck, plus you were forced to shave a bit of your hair for better treatment. And all that just because you wouldn’t jump in bed with him.

Currently you were studying at the Metropolitan Technical college and in short it was all you had imagined – amazing teachers, huge libraries, loads of juicy information and the best thing of all was definitely your new classmates, who were all of mature character. There had been one classmate, who would be learning remotely for the first month, due to his or her other duties, that included family business.

By the end of your first month, you received a group assignment, where there would be four people per group. You got paired of with Kento Nanami and Satoru Gojo and the mystery fourth person, who would appear at school somewhere during next week. You had pretty much forgotten about the phantom 4th member as you were considering a potential thesis at the library with Nanami and Gojo.

You were so nose-deep in books that you didn’t notice how Nanami and Gojo had quieted down and were greeting the last member of the group, who turned out to be none other than Toji Fushiguro of the Zenin clan. You felt as if all air had been sucked out of your lungs as he smiled politely at you. “Do you guys know each other?” “No!” you quickly shouted out not even paying attention to who asked the question. Instead, you quickly grabbed your things and left in a hurry to the dormitory, making things even more awkward.

The entirety of the next month would be spent by partially attending lectures and partially working on the assigned project. Your current situation felt like walking on eggshells, fearing that at any moment Toji may snap and repay you in kind for the embarrassment you had caused him, but surprisingly he did nothing. Toji would interact with you only whilst your team were working on the project, but otherwise he’d let you be and wouldn’t even talk to you. Considering his past behavior, you were 50% convinced he might’ve actually grown more mature, since he was calm and quiet, spending nearly all of his time on academics, whilst the rest was divided by eating and sleeping.

So, when it was nearly time of the presentation you all had to divide the parts that you’d be speaking in front of the class. Nanami would start with the introduction, whilst you’d be explaining the body of your work. Gojo took on the part of arguments, leaving the conclusion and affirmation of thesis to Toji, but, since you had worked that out mostly by yourself, you all agreed that two days before presenting Toji would discuss his part with you.

That day you were as clueless as Toji had been on the prom night. The only difference was that Toji got drunk on cocktails, while you were currently drunk on studies, doing your absolute best to get excellent grades. When he came to your room at midday, you politely invited him in and offered him a drink, to which he responded by shutting your doors loudly and turning the key to lock the door. Once you looked back to him an angry scowl decorated his face.

You were surprised by his sudden change of attitude, but still thought it might be because the group left him the last bite at the project, and you were ready to bargain with him. All such thoughts perished once he backed you up against the bed and fell on it with you crushed underneath him. That is when you finally realized that something was wrong it wasn’t about the project.

“Ya actually had the gall to imagine I’d forget what you did to me that night?” He was fuming. His brute strength, which you hadn’t really noticed before all of a sudden became frightening to you and currently all you wished for was to get as far away from him as possible.

“I was forced to stay four moths at some straightening program, just because my family thought I was a bloody homosexual.” He discarded you of your shirt and leggings with one arm, while holding both of your arms in a tight grip with the other one.

“All that lecture about how important it is to produce children, the need to beat up all of those other guys, just so they’d stop flinging their cocks in front of my face destroyed my perception of the world, so…” you looked in his eyes trembling as he took off his own shirt and tied your arms with his belt. “…I think it’s only fair that I destroy your future in return.” He tightened it around your wrists, making you wince, and rolled you over so that you were laying on your belly and your ass was up against his clothed crotch. You knew full well what would follow.

“Hold your horses! Listen! This-, I…” you didn’t even know what to say to him and how to get out of this situation. “How is this gonna destroy my future huh? Really think Imma stop my study’s just because you finished your goddamn list?” That was a clear challenge for Toji and he was happy to answer. He leaned down so that his breath brushed against your ear. “You’ll find out once I’m finished inside of you.”

You used your body’s advantage and slipped out of Toji’s grip. You bolted right for the bathroom, hands still bound, but you couldn’t make it in time as Toji had grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back in room.

“M’gonna teach you how to behave, so that you’ll be good to me, my little wife.” You had hoped you heard wrong, or perhaps he was confused, or he said the wrong word. Once you looked up to him again, he was fully naked, and his cock was rock hard n full of blood.

“But first, before we can get to the main course, you gotta take care of my hard on.” You had no time to react when his cock was already in your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat. Your arms were pushing against his thick thighs, “Yeah baby, use them claws on me!” he grunted out and bobbed your head faster, making you choke. A mixture of saliva and his pre was leaking from the corners of your mouth and he, being a gentleman, wiped the corners for you.

It was troublesome to breathe through your nose whilst your mouth was stuffed full of Toji’s cock, but as he soothingly cooed that’s rights and good girls at you, you somehow relaxed and were able to finish the deed easier. Or more accurately, he was the one to finish the deed in your mouth.

You were coughing and inhaling sharp breaths as his seed dripped out of your mouth onto the cold floor. “That’s a good start into making a lil housewife outta you.” He praised and pulled you again by the hair to face you. “I guess I should reward you, but I’m in a bit of a rush, so let’s cancel it to some other time.”

It wasn’t exactly clear for you to why he was rushing things all of a sudden, but then again it would be weird if he’d walked out of the all-girl’s floor after such a long time, as it was a taboo for students to wonder on the floors assigned for the opposite gender at the dormitory. All meetings were supposed to be carried out at study areas to lessen the numbers of young mothers and fathers.

Finally, he got off the belt, allowing your blood flow return to it’s natural rhythm. Toji kissed you all of a sudden, but you came to learn that it was merely a diversion to mask the fact that his cock entered you in a sharp, piercing thrust, making you scream in his mouth.

“Chill out wifey, m’not gonna move until it’s all better for you, kay?!” he assured, giving some comfort to your aching soul. You held a tight grip on his shoulders as a way to force out the frustration of the pain you felt in your beating cunt. Some blood came sticky out of your vagina, but you mistook it for your own juices and finally allowed Toji to move. And boy did he move. Your tits were bouncing like crazy from the precise and dominant thrusts he was punching your way.

The best thing about this torture had to be the fact that Toji wouldn’t leave your mouth unattended and stucks his own tongue as for as it would go in your mouth, exploring every spot of your wet cavern. You could tell that his tongue was super-experienced, which was no surprise, considering how many of your former classmates he had split on his cock, whilst sticking his tongue down their throats.

Your eyes were closed shut as you released small moans and whimpers in Toji’s mouth, while he still drilled his hips in yours. You felt Toji’s pace speeding up as he was closing in on his release, before he parted from the kiss and grabbed you tightly, digging his cock as deep as he could to release his warm seed inside your pussy.

At that moment you felt as if you had been woken up from some kind of a spell, because you began banging on his chest and telling him to let go, going nuts over the fact that you might not get plan b in time. “Toji please, let…” “Shhhh, it’s all ok little wifey, you’re gonna look so pretty with you little baby bump, paddling around the house, cooking dinner for me.” For a moment you thought that he might be delirious, drunk on some distant fantasy, but then you remembered again. What he said. He told you he’d make a wife out of you. A fucking wife! You, a first-year college student, would be forced to leave your studies, just because your asshole of a classmate knocked you up out of spite and…revenge.

For a second you thought whether Toji was feeling as hopeless as you were now after you had made that whole gay shit charade. It didn’t matter though cause currently you were being impregnated by your enemy, his sperm probably already reach your egg so it would be only a question of time before Toji Fushiguro gives the Zenin clan a formal introduction of his little wife.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you #reader #you #april bullies

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dejwrites · 1 year

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DEBT, CHAPTER 12

➣ chapter summary: diving into the past of y/n and asahi's relationship and the start of y/n and her father's crumbling relationship.

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

[ masterlist + previous + you can aslo read it on ao3 + click here to see how asahi looks ]

SORE LIMBS WRAPPED AROUND EACH OTHER WHILE THE SUN WAS FINALLY RISING. You couldn’t help but stare at how stunning he looked while sleeping. The way his chest would rise up and down. Or the way he would let out a soft snore. You obviously couldn’t get over how his hair was all over the place. Was it weird to be watching him sleep? Maybe, but he looked so at peace compared to the previous night when he invited you over. You knew that Asahi Endo was dangerous, and like every perilous man, it was most likely a hazardous occupation behind it. You chose not to ask questions about his profession, but this man had practically every body part of yours in his mouth before, and you didn’t know much about him.

You knew he had money, lots of it. He was well respected in a lot of districts in Japan. He was very popular with the ladies because of that charming smile he wasn’t afraid to flash. But you still didn’t know much about him. He hasn’t even told you how he got the scar that decorated the front of his neck. You assumed that the person that did it to him wanted him dead. It caused a chill to tumble down your spine, thinking of what things Asahi could have done to have a person attempt to take his life away.

“You’re staring at it again,” His deep groggy voice interrupted your thoughts as his eyes slowly opened.

Your skin heats up, seeing those pair of hazel eyes that left you breathless. You averted your eyes elsewhere, but Asahi lifted your face to look at him again. “If you’re curious, you could have asked.” His arms snake around your waist to bring you closer.

“Okay, how’d you get the scar?” You bluntly asked. “And I don’t want any one-line story either.”

“Well, when I was around eighteen—someone tried to kill me.” He admitted.

“Now, what enemies could an eighteen-year-old have?” You asked. You wiggled your way out of his grasp to sit up, covering your bare body.

“I mean, I was just starting to work for an important guy to help my mom out,” Asahi admitted. “I just assumed this guy had enemies, and since I worked for him, I had enemies also.” Asahi adds.

“I was sleeping at my mom's house since I was so busy with this new little job that I wasn’t sleeping properly. You know how moms get when they see how sleep-deprived you are. I remember leaving the window open that night. They must have gotten in through the window. My mother heard the commotion, and he ran off. I mean, the fucker could have ended my life, but I’m positive whoever sent the guy sent a complete amateur, and they didn’t cut deep enough. I’m glad he didn't hurt my mom, you know.”

“Hm, but did you ever catch the person who did it to you? If you were working with an important guy?” You asked.

“Of course. However, it took longer than I expected. But it did shock me to find out who he worked for, and it made sense. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the man I worked for.” “So, does that answer your question?” Asahi answered, and you could feel his fingertips tracing your bare back.

You still had so many questions. Not about his scar, but about him. If he was in such a position, he must have become close to this vital guy who gave him a job so young. He could snap his fingers for someone to light up a cigar, and about five lighters flicker in front of him. But you ignored it. You felt like clawing your way to know more about him would only land you in some deep shit later on, so perhaps it was better for you to know as little about him as possible. Just enjoy the joyride of being his pretty fling that gets spoiled.

You shook your head before smiling at him, “Thanks for telling me that.”

“Anything for you, now c’mere,” He says with a grin.

“I’m not kissing you because of your fuckin’ morning breath, Asahi,” You giggle, but soon a yelp escaped from your lips as he grabbed you.

You were now trapped under his toned body, wholly pinned down and vulnerable. You could feel Asahi’s dick pressing against the inside of your bare thigh, and you let out a weary sigh. Your innocent eyes stared up at his cunning ones, and once again, he left you breathless. “You mentioned an early meeting with someone. Do you want to start something you won’t be able to finish?” You asked.

You could feel him reach in between your bodies. The pad of his fingers rubbed against your pussy lips, feeling just how wet you were. You grasped upon his body due to his actions and let out a sigh of relief. Asashi chuckled while grabbing his dick to line up with your entrance. He’s leaning down to pepper your neck with soft kisses. The tip of his cock tapped at your entrance, but he refused to put it in because he adored teasing you. “You tell me?” He questioned.

“So you’re just going to be a teasin’ asshole?” You questioned.

“It’s fun,” He said before he entrapped your lips with a kiss before finally indulging in stuffing you with his cock.

Asahi’s hands roamed over your body as if it would be his last day. He didn’t leave any part untouched when he was caressing your body. His hips drove forward in a rhythmic way that had your toes curling. He pulled away to watch how your mouth gasped apart upon each push of his hips.

“Hey, Asahi! Our meeting is in forty-five minutes, and we must travel quite far. So I hope your ass is up and ready.” A voice behind Asahi’s bedroom door said.

You were very familiar with the voice. It was one of his right-hand men, Daisuke. You wouldn’t see one without seeing the other not too far behind. They were practically two peas in a pod. What was he doing interrupting such a heated moment? You had no clue.

Through breathless pants, You glanced up at Asahi. “He has a key to your apartment?” Your words came out like a broken record causing the man to chuckle.

“He’s my wakagashira. Of course, he does.” Asahi leans down to smother your neck with kisses and nibbles. “Let him know I’m not alone.” with that comment, Asahi’s hips ram forward a little harder causing you to yelp out.

“Fuck Asahi.” You moan out.

At this point, your perfectly manicured nails claw at the oni samurai tattoo that imprinted his back. Your moans were like a sweet melody in Asahi’s ear, a mere motivation for him to please you even better. The lewd squelching noise of how wet you were getting with each thrust caused Asahi to be so pussydrunk that his brain felt like he was on cloud nine. His large hand pushed your thighs apart just to have more room before his strokes slowed down. His hips began to rock at a slow and sensual pace that managed for your orgasm to explode. The sensational feeling caused your thighs to quiver, but that didn’t stop Asahi from making love to you through your orgasm. He pulled you into an intense kiss before he pulled out, and soon you felt his thick ropes of cum shoot out on your tummy.

You adored seeing Asahi’s face when he was cumming. It was a perfect sight as he was being tugged off the temporary cloud of pleasure. His groans always came out so whiny, and he would always mumble something in Japanese that you didn’t understand at first but soon found out it meant my love.

You stayed there for a moment before Asahi climbed off you to get a towel. He came back with a wet cloth to quickly clean you up, he was going to his room door, and when Asahi peeked through the small crack of it, not wanting to flash his friend, he smiled at Daisuke. “I promise I’ll be ready soon.”

“Yeah, whatever, asshole. Goodmorning Y/N!” Daisuke yelled as he was walking towards the kitchen.

“Good morning.” You said.

You reached on the floor to tug on the shirt Asahi had on last night. You yawned before speaking, “I have a long shift tonight, so I think I’m going to stay at my place tonight.” You said.

You followed after him into his walk-in closet. You never expected to have a side in his closet, but he offered it to you. Especially considering you have been staying over a lot. Although there wasn't much on your side of the walk-in closet—it was still enough clothes for you to shower and change in until you made it home.

“Okay, I don’t know how long I’ll be with what I have to do anyway. This meeting and then have to sit down with Daisuke about debt reports. I’m going to be quite busy,” Asahi answered as he stepped toward you. “So, don't be alarmed if you can’t reach me.” He added.

“I know,” Your lips form a cute pout that Asahi’s pecking his lips on before searching for something to wear.

“Do you want me to send a driver to pick you up and drop you off at home after work?” Asahi asked. “You know how I feel about you driving home so late and the neighborhood you live in,” He says.

“I’ll be okay.” You answered.

You finally found the black suede tracksuit you were searching for. You grabbed the other things you needed and left the closet. The two of you quickly got ready after showering, and when you finally left the master bedroom of Asahi’s place, Daisuke was in the kitchen going through Asahi’s fridge.

“I’m starting to think your fuckin’ boyfriend doesn’t feed you,” Asahi sighed as he looked at his friend, who was shoving his mouth with grapes.

“He would have made me breakfast if we didn’t have a meeting with those Russians,” Daisuke closed the fridge after grabbing a bottle of water. “We have to drop Y/N off?” His eyes looked at you.

“Yeah, just drop her off at her place, and we’ll be on our way” His arms snake around your shoulder as you smile at Daisuke.

“Okay, only because I kinda like her better than you.” Daisuke walked towards the front door after you let out a snicker.

“He’s such an asshole.” Asahi uttered.

You didn’t even notice that Asahi had taken your hand to intertwine your fingers with his as he led you out of his place. You noticed how well-dressed the two were when you stepped into the elevator. Although the two had two different types of styles, you could tell that they were associated with each other. Maybe it was the matching Rolex watches? You couldn’t quite tell.

“Have you two always known each other?” You asked just in time as the elevator started moving.

“Since we were young and dumb,” Daisuke sighed. “Been a pain in my ass since we were teenagers. We worked for the same guy and just kinda worked our way up,” He explained as the elevator stopped on the main floor.

You let go of Asahi’s hand to attempt to catch up to Daisuke. You were curious to know more, especially when Asahi didn’t give you much about his past. You just learned about his scar this morning.

“The rest was history.” Daisuke sighed. “That man once pulled a bullet out my shoulder.” He said. “And stabbed a guy in the knee in a bar for being homophobic towards me.”

Your lips gasped apart as the three of you waited for the valet person to fetch Daisuke’s car. “He did what?” Your eyes darted from Daisuke to Asashi, who was staring at you as if what Daisuke said was customary to do every day.

“We were about twenty-one when that happened. Our boss had to bail us out of jail.” Daisuke saw his car get parked in front of them.

Daisuke got into the driver’s side, and before you could climb into the backseat, Asahi stopped you. “I hope what he’s telling you doesn’t like scare you away. We were reckless back then—but we’re not like that anymore. We have to think with our brains and not our temper.” He explained.

Your eyes met with his hazel ones before you leaned up to kiss the corner of his lip. “You’re not going to scare me away that easy.” You smiled at him before he helped you in the car so the two could drop you off at home.

“So, do your boyfriend know what you do?” You asked Daisuke as he was driving.

“He does because his family has been the gang’s doctors for years,” Daisuke explained.

“Did you two meet while you were hurt or something? That’s so sweet.” You squeal in excitement at the feeling before you lean back in your seat. “If only Asahi and I met in such a romantic way.”

“Hey! I think how we met was very romantic.” Asahi chuckled as he tucked strands of his hair behind his ear.

“Where did you two meet anyway? I mean, Asahi, never used to shut up about you before I officially met you. However, I never knew how you two met.” Daisuke stopped at a red light, and he looked at his friend in the passenger seat and then at you in the rearview mirror.

“It was nothing too romantic, just a strip club.” You gave him a cheeky grin that he couldn’t help but return.

“So, you’re the girl he would spend hours in that club for,” Daisuke starts driving again. “How romantic…” His voice trails off.

Asahi looks at you with a smirk, “I told you it was romantic.”

“So, Y/N. Was always stripping something you wanted to do? If you mind me asking.” Daisuke asked.

The truth was, it wasn’t. You auditioned because you needed money quickly because of your mother’s death and just stuck with it. You swallowed the large lump that formed in your throat, realizing that you didn’t give him an answer to the question. “No, it just was something I did to help pay off my mom’s funeral expenses. I kinda just stuck with it afterward.”

It grew quiet in the car, and Asahi broke the silence. He didn’t have a clue about your mother. Similar to how Asahi didn’t tell you much about his past or his family—you did the same thing. He didn’t know that your mother passed away and your father didn’t have money to help bury her. Or the fact that you haven’t seen your father in a while. He usually disappears and pops up in your life randomly.

“I’m sorry about your loss.” Asahi said.

You felt the car stop and glanced out the window seeing your apartment complex. You smile at the two, “It’s okay. She’s probably rolling around in her grave about me stripping. But as long as I’m happy, she will be happy. Thanks for the ride. You two better be safe during this meeting.” You climbed out of the car before they could utter another word.

As you walked towards your complex’s entrance, Daisuke’s car horn stopped you. You glanced back to see Asahi rolling down the window to tell you something.

“No, goodbye kiss?” Asahi’s eyebrows knitted together playfully.

You rolled your eyes at his comment as you walked back toward him. You leaned down and kissed him on the lips. You made the kiss—short and brief, just enough for him to get a taste of the lip gloss you had on. “Goodbye, Asahi.” You push his head back into the car and walk toward your apartment again.

You waved at one of your neighbors in the mail room just as you entered it to check if you had any mail.

“Oh, your father is waiting at your apartment. I told him you weren’t home, and then he proceeded to ask if I knew where your spare key was,” Your neighbor admitted while they were flipping through their mail.

A tired sigh escaped your mouth as you collected your mail, “Thank you for giving me a heads up.” You smiled at them as you hurried to your apartment.

When you made it to your apartment, the sight of your father carelessly searching for your house key made you roll your eyes in annoyance. You never hide your spare key anywhere that someone would assume where it was. You hated to admit that when your mother passed away—something shifted when it came to your father. Anyone who lost the love of their life would be off also. You swept the feeling under the rug due to his grieving. However, he wasn’t himself. You assumed it was drugs, but he swore up and down that he wasn’t on anything.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

That was a stupid question. He always came to you for money. He was your father, after all, and it was your mother’s dying wish to make sure he was okay. He always came to you for money.

“I can’t come and see my daughter?” Your father watched as you unlocked your door.

Just as you were about to open it, you realized that if he was here for money—it was no point for you to even let him in your apartment. He no longer deserved to be in your safe space anymore.

“How much do you need?” You asked.

His lips parted to speak as if your words offended him, but he’s still mumbling an amount with desperation and need. You sighed, pulling out your wallet to give him cash before looking at him, “Dad, don’t come to see me anymore if this is what you’re going to continue to ask for. It’s plenty of jobs out there you can go get.”

“Do you really think they’ll hire foreigners like me?” Your father asked.

Your comment upset him. You pressed your back against your door and stared at him. “I’m just saying, you blew the insurance money, and now you’re leeching on me.”

“Leeching?”

“Yes, leeching. It’s exhausting coming to my apartment and having my neighbor tell me my father is desperately trying to get into it. What do you need the money for? Is it drugs?” You asked. “Are you on drugs, daddy?”

You felt your body go through a massive heat wave realizing that you were finally voicing your opinion. You could cut the tension between yourself and your father with a knife, and you knew that your neighbors could hear. You watched him sigh as he didn’t say anything—he took your money and walked away. The two of you never had disagreements like this. The last one was over where you worked, but he never got upset. He still made sure you were okay and checked up on you. After all, you were still his little girl.

And that was the last time you saw your father.

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro fic #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fanfic #toji x reader #black reader #x black reader #anime x reader #anime fanfic #oc x reader

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naoyas90dayfiance · 2 years

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Breaking bad au

-Fake Getou who is Getou’s twin, stole his identity after he died and is running the illegal crack operation

-Mahito, a highschool dropout is one the people who makes the crack and tests it on himself

- Sukuna is a gang leader who buys their stuff

-Yuuji is Sukuna’s little brother who is unaware of his brother’s secret life.

-The jujutsu sorcerers are police trying to stop the crack production

-The students are rookie police officers

-Gojo comes from a crime family but joined the police after his best friend died.

-The zenin’s are also a crime family who want Getou’s crack operations destroys since their losing clients who originally bought their drugs.

I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT. YES

also

mafia!naoya ....

mafia!naoya...

*dies*

#bestie this is such a good idea #if you write more of this send me the link #i love it #naoya zenin #zenin naoya #naoya zenin x reader #letters 💖#zenin naoya x reader #naoya #naoya my beloved

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this-writer-d · 3 years

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(Kugasaki Nobara x Zenin Maki) I just need some kisses for these two because for some reasons their fanfics are scarce. Maybe a tutoring AU

aaaaah thank you!!! I have a new obsession. and you say they don't have many fics??? I may need to fix this 👀

kissed her and left her wanting more - read on AO3

Nobara was trying to concentrate, she truly was. But it was difficult to focus on anything with Maki sitting so close to her, their knees near brushing. Maki was always warm, and her heat seeped into Nobara’s side. She also smelled exceptionally nice—always did—and Nobara had to bite down on the thoughtless urge to just blurt that out. Because that was a totally not creepy thing to say to someone who wasn’t even really her friend.

They weren’t necessarily just acquaintances either. They shared some college classes, and somehow Maki had been talked into tutoring her for one of their shared classes—per Itadori’s earnest request. Maki always sat far in front, and Nobara had mostly just stared at the back of her head. She couldn’t deny it—she had a gigantic crush on her, but she wasn’t really inclined to act on it.

Though she desperately wanted to. It was embarrassing enough that she needed someone to goddamn tutor her, in college. It was even more embarrassing that Itadori had just blurted out how terribly she was failing her class, and the judgmental look Maki had sent her in response. It was like Maki was only doing this out of pity, but Nobara swallowed her pride. Because she got to sit this close to Maki, smelling her clean, enticing scent, and looking at the strong line of her jaw and the tantalizing softness of her lips.

Stop staring at her lips, dipshit, she chastised herself. If she notices you’re lusting after her, this deal’s done.

“Are you listening to me?” Maki asked her, tilting her head slightly to look over at Nobara.

God, that angle... the way her eyes peered over the rim of her glasses... Nobara wanted to swoon. She could feel the warm blush working its way up her neck, but she absolutely refused to let it show—as if she somehow controlled her body’s natural functions.

“Of course I am,” she responded curtly, the mild annoyance in her tone not feigned.

“So what is the solution to this equation?”

Nobara leaned forward to stare at the sheet of paper in front of them, but just looking at the numbers made her eyes hurt. She grinded her teeth together and squinted, trying to remember what Maki had just been explaining to her as she’d scribbled out the equation and the method to solving it. But unfortunately, her head was only filled with gay thoughts.

Nobara groaned and slumped down into her seat, scowling. “Okay, fine. I wasn’t listening.”

Maki’s sharp eyes flicked away and she started to collect her books and things. “We’ll try again next week,” she said flatly.

Nobara expected a bit more emotion from her—annoyance, maybe even anger. Not just this indifference, and it made her feel even more frustrated.

“Why are you even helping me?” she blurted out before she could help it.

Maki turned to her, her expression almost carefully neutral. “Because Itadori bribed me.”

“Wow. And here I thought maybe you cared about my academic career.”

Maki snorted. “I’m honestly astonished you made it into college at all.”

Had it been anyone else saying that, Nobara would have bitten their damn head off. But this was the closest thing the two of them had ever gotten to a conversation beyond goddamn maths. Maki had snorted—and gods if she hadn’t made it attractive—and she was now looking mildly amused. Her lifted brow was in waiting, and Nobara was tempted to act like she was overly offended. She decided otherwise.

“Honestly? Me too,” she admitted.

Maki let out a huff of a laugh, and then they were out their seats and winding through the bookshelves of their campus library. This was their fourth week of tutoring, and in all that time they hadn’t really talked about anything but school. Nobara wanted to know everything about her. She was so aloof and mysterious, and though there were some rumours about her on campus, she was mostly an empty book. Itadori was the only one that just approached her with wild abandon, but everyone else kept their distance. She was intimidating, just from her posture and the fierceness in her eyes.

Nobara could admit that Maki just excluded extreme amounts of BDE and it was extremely attractive. She would go to the grave with this knowledge, but she really loved a woman who could knock her out cold with one move. Maki had the vibe that she could do exactly that. But Nobara wasn’t even sure if Maki did that sort of thing: knocking people around. She certainly had an air about her, and Nobara noticed the way she carefully analysed her surroundings as though waiting for an attack. But otherwise, she seemed like the average student. Besides how hot she was, and how smart.

As they walked across the campus to the parking lot, Nobara let out a frustrated sigh. This clearly wasn’t working. Maybe she should just drop out and find a job back home. She knew her dad’s construction company would hire her on. She’d helped out enough times growing up that his whole crew already considered her one of them, and she found a strange sort of satisfaction in the manual labour. Nothing felt better than screaming muscles and sweat slicking her skin after hammering away and lugging heavy construction materials around all day.

They didn’t speak as they walked, and Nobara snuck a look at her companion. Maki just stared forward, her face blank, their surroundings reflecting in the glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. Yeah, she was just wasting Maki’s time. She felt guilty, and then angry, and made her decision.

“Maki?”

Maki didn’t look at her. “Yes?”

Nobara opened her mouth to say it. To say, you don’t have to tutor me anymore, but a shiver rocked down her spine and her hackles rose. She whipped her head up and spotted them a second before Maki did. Nobara’s stomach dropped and her heartbeat kicked up speed. Adrenaline immediately flooded her system.

“I think you should turn and head back to the library,” she told Maki, keeping her eyes on the group of guys walking straight for them.

The two of them stopped walking, but Maki remained frozen. She stared at the boys, eyes narrowed in the way Nobara knew meant that she was taking in every morsel of detail she could. She wondered what Maki was thinking, what she was assuming about this situation.

Nobara didn’t have time to worry about her. She bent her knees and clenched her fists, getting into a defensive position. A wicked grin split across her face.

“You should go now,” Nobara told Maki again, “because I’m about to kick some ass and I really don’t want to drag you into it.”

Maki shot her a look, her eyes mildly widened. She looked surprised, then delighted. Her expression turned almost sultry, and then she chucked her bag onto the grass beside the concrete pathway. Nobara was so bewildered that she dropped her fists.

The guys were nearly atop them.

“I can’t leave a girl to fight a whole group on her own,” Maki said to her. She didn’t raise her fists or shift her position, but the air around them instantly changed. The usual focus in Maki’s eyes sharpened to razors. Nobara had never seen her like this before, and it was amazing.

“What?” she blurted.

She was too focused on Maki’s face that she didn’t realize the guys had reached them and the fight had in fact already begun. One of them swung a first at her undefended face, but before the hit could connect Maki lashed out so quickly that if Nobara had blinked right then, she would have missed it.

Maki kicked the guy square in the face, knocking him out cold and sending him flying. When she set her feet back down, she changed her stance, balancing her weight correctly and lifting her fists. A fighter’s stance that only came from years of training.

Nobara didn’t have time to ask any questions. The other guys, infuriated that their leader had been K.O’d in one shot, like the last time they’d tried to pick a fight with Nobara, attacked. It was a whirlwind of violence and aggression.

Adrenalin and delight made Nobara’s skin tingle. Her breathing quickly turned haggard and sweat slid down her temples, but she was having an absolute blast. Maki fought exceptionally at her side, and they slipped into a form of teamwork she had never experienced before. They sensed each other’s intentions with ease, and Nobara knew when to assist without Maki even needing to speak.

The fight was over in minutes, but it felt like it had gone on for much longer.

All seven boys were down, most knocked out, others nursing bloody faces and nearly broken fingers. Those that could stand got up and fled quickly, abandoning their friends without a care.

Blood trickled from Nobara’s left nostril, but otherwise she was unharmed. Maki didn’t have a single scratch on her, and despite the sweat dotted on her forehead and her glasses cracked on the ground, there was no sign that she had just took on an entire gang of boys with her bare hands and won.

“Where the hell did you learn to fight like that?” Nobara gasped at her.

Maki didn’t answer, instead she gently took Nobara’s chin between her fingers and tilted her face to the side. There was concern on her usually blank face. “He got you in the nose,” she said.

“Yeah. It was a lucky shot.”

“It was. I let him get past me, I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” Nobara laughed. Her skin was overheated, especially since Maki was actually touching her. She felt like her heart was about to tear out of her chest and run away. She felt more excited now than even before during the fight. The adrenaline was still coursing through her, but she knew she was heading for a crash soon.

“Do you feel okay?” Maki said, instead of acknowledging her response.

Nobara scowled. “Maki, you’re terrible at answering questions with a question.”

“So I’ve been told. So, does your head hurt?” She slid her other fingers across Nobara’s nose, gently prodding and testing the area. It didn’t hurt all that bad, so Nobara didn’t even flinch. “Doesn’t seem broken.”

“Nah, he didn’t hit that hard. I’ve had worse. Bleeding’s already stopped.”

Maki nodded. “I see. Good.”

“And my head doesn’t hurt. I’ve been roughed up enough that it takes way more than that to get me down.”

Maki’s lips twitched. Was she almost smiling?

“I’m not surprised that you’re the brawling type.”

“Hell yeah.” Nobara grinned smugly and flexed her bicep. She was proud of the thick muscle, especially when Maki’s eyes lingered there, on the way her shirt strained over her flexed muscle.

She wondered if Maki was in shape. She looked like she did a lot of physical activity. Even after all that fighting, she wasn’t out of shape. Didn’t look tired.

“You were insanely hot,” Nobara blurted. The adrenalin crash was starting to hit her, and her mouth loosened.

Maki tilted her head slightly. She was still gripping Nobara’s chin, but let her fingers trail away, gently brushing against her cheek before she withdrew. “Are you attracted to strong women?”

The question would have surprised her, maybe flustered her, but Nobara found she no longer cared.

“Usually, but also just you.”

Somehow, Maki was completely unsurprised. “I can appreciate a woman that that can hold her own.”

Was that...?

“Are you...?”

Maki started forward, and Nobara backed up out of instinct. Her back hit a nearby tree, and then Maki was before her, a hand pressed to the hard bark of the tree beside Nobara’s head. They were so close that Maki’s scent wrapped around her, tinged with their sweat—which wasn’t an unappealing addition. Was just everything about Maki hot?

“I noticed that you were too busy staring at me to focus on the studying.”

Nobara swallowed. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

Maki’s eyes flicked down to her lips, and bravado flooded Nobara’s system. She shakily grabbed the front of Maki’s shirt and then tugged her in, slowly enough that she could be pushed away easily. Maki didn’t do anything but lean in as she was pulled, and then their lips met.

Her lips were softer than Nobara had even imaged, and the kiss was hot and hard from the very first second. Maki’s body pressed against hers, making her back dig into the rough bark, but she didn’t care.

Maki was kissing her.

Nobara gasped softly against her lips, and then groaned when Nobara’s tongue slid into her mouth and against her own. The taste of her was intoxicating, as well as the heat of her mouth, her tongue. Heat shot through Nobara’s entire body. She tangled her fingers in Maki’s silky dark hair, and Maki’s strong fingers grabbed at her hips, pulling them even closer together.

When they pulled away, they were both panting, faces flushed. Maki smirked at her, and the sight made Nobara’s knees weak.

“See you next week for our usual,” Maki purred. She dipped in for one more kiss, and then she pulled away entirely, grabbed her broken glasses and her bag and walked off towards her car.

Nobara slid down the tree and plopped down onto the grass. Her lips tingled and her head spun, and the spinning had nothing to do with the fist to the face from earlier.

“What in the hell—”

Had Maki really just kissed the life out of her and then walked away? Nobara couldn’t believe it, but it also lit a fire in her. This was a game, now. A challenge. A delicious, tantalizing challenge. She could only image the methods Maki would use now to get her to focus, to actually study.

Nobara stood and dusted herself off. Once she collected her things and her wits, she followed after Maki’s shadow towards the parking lot.

Her heart was still hammering away, and her lips would not stop tingling.

Nobara grinned viciously to herself, uncaring at the mortified glances other students sent her way. Oh, she was going to make Maki pay.

#nobamaki #maki x nobara #jujutsu #danijaynel

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