I Cannot Even Begin To Express How Much I Wish A Nerdy (and Rich) Like This Exists

I cannot even begin to express how much I wish a nerdy (and rich) like this exists

God I would talk to him bout anime shit for hours, wear all the damn cosplay, hell I’m down for the horny ass weeb nicknames he was giving

The sex dungeon is calling me although I would prefer him to have his parents make him his own cuz sharing one is kinda icky to me lol

Otaku Gojo is the best thing ever and I love him, he got them both hooked on each other and honestly fuck dignity and self respect that’s my maynes

❝DIGIMON—BUT MAKING U CUM IS MY REAL HOBBY!❞

⏯ OTAKU!GOJO X BIMBO!READER

⏭ summary: your best friend gojo is a hopeless otaku virgin with zero rizz that's still obsessed with digimon—despite being a grown ass man. you're a slut who despite her best whoring efforts—can't cum. you'll take his v-card and he'll fix your broken pussy, deal? college au.

⏭ cw: virgin!satoru, gentle sex then rough sex , spanking (ass & pussy), slight sugar daddy/baby dynamic, coercion, dubcon, ecchi/pervy/freak nasty satoru, apprehensive bimbo!reader scared to nut, reader is also a bit of a tsundere brat but this isn't brat taming per se, oral fixation, toe licking, riding, prone bone, missionary, pussy eating, deep-throating, forced gagging, fingering, squirting, edging, olfactophilia, hand-job, protected & unprotected sex, bdsm references, masturbation, bit of somnophilia, pet names: Bunny (reader is called that in lieu of y/n), suggestions of geto x reader, mentions of satosugu and shokohime.

⏭ a/n: in my crack smut bag again cause this white haired demon wont let me rest until i write this nasty shit. fr tho this fic 13.3k and literally 10k of it is Gojo fucking you six ways to sunday. fyi this is the same y/n from nerd!geto but this is a different version of that AU where suguru is the one who has rizz and satoru is the nerd. y'all better read this or i'll never write gojo again istg lmfao. also shoutout to @halosdiary for beta reading and telling me it was good enough to post lol.

“FUCK YEAH, LET’S GO!!! I ALONE AM THE CHAMPION OF THE DIGITAL WORLD!!!”

Startled by Gojo’s sudden outburst—you nearly rolled off the bed. 

Thankfully Suguru is sitting next to you and caught you before you fell off completely. 

Fully energized by his win Gojo sprang up from his elaborate PC setup, bouncing around the room in celebration. Fist-pumping the air he couldn’t contain his excitement after winning the Tokyo Regional Qualifiers for the Digimon Online TCG. 

“Guys, hey guys! See! I told you I’d win! I’m the strongest! The digidestined!”

You and Suguru exchanged exasperated glances before side-eyeing the hell out of Gojo.

This went on for a good 10 minutes so you had since returned to mindlessly scrolling TikTok, not wanting to encourage your grown-ass-almost-22-years-old-best-friend’s excitement over a children’s game.

“You sure showed those middle schoolers, Toru.”

Suguru quips with a smile. He’s clearly being sarcastic but Gojo is unfazed—nothing could damper his mood.

“Damn straight I did!”

Both you and Suguru have to chuckle, rolling your eyes at his childish enthusiasm. 

Despite the shared sentiment of annoyance over your best friend’s hobbies, you both were just happy to have Gojo back again. Two long years had passed since his parents made him travel the world on a rotation program, tasked with visiting the various Six-Vision Industries offices he would one day inherit. 

Being the nerdy genius he was, Gojo stacked a mass of university level credits in high school. So even with missing the first two years of college he’d still be joining you as a third year at your university come fall. 

After being apart for so long it was refreshing to hang out again and kicking it at Gojo’s mansion had been a daily occurrence since the start of the summer. Although things had definitely changed in the two years Gojo had been away there was one thing that certainly hadn’t.

Gojo was still a fucking huge otaku nerd. 

You’d thought his time spent in the business world would have matured him. However, being abroad, away from his friends and spending all day around the ‘stinky old fogeys in suits’ as he called them, only made him retreat further into otakudom. 

That much was evident as his collection of posters, figures and manga had somehow only seemed to grow even with him away. 

“Alright, while I just would love to stick around and hear more about you destroying the dreams of 12 year olds Toru—beach girl just texted me, gotta bounce!”

Suguru tries to leave but Toru clings onto him practically spider monkeying himself onto his back in an effort to get him to stay. 

“Sugu! Don’t leave! We’ve already been apart from each other for too long~~”

Sighing, Suguru attempts to pry his incorrigible bestie off of him.

“Satoru, you just spent the last 5 hours playing Digimon acting like me and Bunny weren’t even here. I’m sure if you go back to playing you won't even miss me.”

Gojo continues to pout as he whines for Suguru to stay.

“But I miss you already Sugu!”

Gojo presses his cheek against Suguru’s as Suguru’s eyebrow begins to twitch.

“I know! Invite your date here! Our chef is 10 times better than any restaurant you’d go to and you know we have an infinity pool grotto and onsen!

While the offer was tempting as any potential date would be thoroughly wowed by the decadent splendor that was the Gojo Family Residence—Suguru would also thoroughly cuck himself once his date was given the grand tour. 

Particularly the stop which included Gojo’s anime figure and otaku memorabilia rooms. 

While a good number of them were harmlessly nerdy shonen or slightly ecchi isekai figures—the rest? Well the rest contained every kind of freak nasty hentai figure you could think of—shibari, futanari and even the classic La Blue Girl tentacle dioramas—it was like a horny museum. 

Although at this point it should be considered a horny mausoleum as no woman who walked in would be walking out still in the mood—it was surely a place where horny went to die.

“Uh yeah, sure next time Toru….”

Suguru reaches back to pat Gojo on the head reassuringly. 

Lying as he was more than certain there wouldn’t be a next time. There wasn’t even going to be dinner—this was purely a hookup situation. 

“...but she’s already waiting for me outside my place—gotta run!”

Realizing Gojo still wasn’t letting go, Suguru sighs realizing this would require him utilizing his Judo training. 

In one swift movement, Suguru manages to shoulder-wheel Gojo and toss him onto the other side of his massive bed. The bed rebounds as he lands, slightly lifting you off your belly but you still are more interested in your phone. 

This isn’t the first time Suguru has Judo thrown Gojo off of him (likely wouldn’t be the last either).

Saying quick goodbyes before Gojo could recover, Suguru manages to slip away.

“Traitor!!! So much for bros before hoes!”

Utterly dejected, Gojo crawls up next to you on his massive bed.

“At least I still have you here Bunny.”

“Uh, not to pile on but you know I’m only here until Shoko and Utahime text me they are ready to go to the mall, right? I’m in dire need of a new handbag!”

Now clinging on to you Gojo throws another small tantrum as the weight of half his sinewy body presses into your back, his lean muscular arms wrapping around your shoulders.

“Not you too, Bunny puhleeease!”

You’ve known each other since you were in diapers so it wasn’t odd for you, him or Suguru to be found giving the others platonic cuddles like this—often all together too. The both of them were always so much bigger than you so you often enjoyed the comfort and security of always being the filling in the cuddle sandwich.

Gojo rests his chin on your shoulder watching as you continue scrolling TikTok. You sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes before his irritatingly hyperactive nature gets the best of him, and he starts poking around your phone to click on other videos that weren’t the 'mystery and makeup' ones you were watching.

“Toru, you know you could get a lot of your own hoes to hang out with if you weren’t such a huge otaku nerd…”

You had to swat Gojo’s hand away again as he tries to click on another prank video and he rolls off of you with a frustrated sigh. 

“...you’re almost as good looking as Suguru…”

Muttering the last part of that under your breath. Arguably Gojo’s features were just as if not more striking than Suguru’s. 

He was too hot himself for all of it to go to waste for being such a big dork.

“I’m sure Sugu would be happy to teach you ‘the way of the fuckboy’ if you asked Toru—that is if you’d actually go out clubbing like a normal 21 year old.”

“Why would I do that though? My house is 100 times better than a club!” 

Touché. 

While no one in your friend group was what someone would consider poor, Gojo’s wealth paled in comparison to anyone else’s and that went without saying. He’d had everything—if not more—than even the nicest tokyo club had. This was all thanks to his parents as socialites in their own right, often entertaining businessmen, dignitaries or foreign representatives with their ultra-exclusive parties.

“Besides, it wouldn't work—”

Gojo continued to pout.

“—Suguru would just get all the hoes anyway.” 

Easily able to walk up to even the most standoffish looking women, Suguru would have them reduced to bashful school girls in under 5 minutes. The women were always willing to hand over their numbers or drop any immediate plans to hang out with Suguru instead.

A good number of them had boyfriends already too.

Yet despite having the looks, Gojo opening his mouth ruined any advantage his lustrous blue eyes, exotic snow white hair and sharp handsome features gave him.

“Well, Suguru has a normal 21 year old’s room for starters, Toru. Not full of nerdy ass anime posters and Digimon tournament trophies.”

Gojo goes quiet. 

Driven from an early age to fill his head with knowledge of politics, technology, and international business relations, he spent the precious free time he did get with his friends or consumed by his own interests. Interests which just happened to be a bunch of otaku shit—Digimon in particular. 

It was an escape he’d cherished as a child and that didn’t change growing into adulthood either, if anything he needed it more now.

When Gojo doesn’t answer you look over to see him actually sulking for real now—face buried in a giant Agumon pillow plushie. 

What a crybaby. 

But the crybaby was one of your besties so you decided to lighten the mood and tease him a little.

“Ya know Toruuuu….you could just fuck Sugu then. Don’t think I haven’t seen y’all get a lil’ handsy during our cuddles!”

You give him a playful smirk and mime grabby hands at him.

“Oh and you haven’t? Don’t act like you wouldn’t fuck Suguru either!”

No longer appearing mopey, Gojo is up and laughing again. Mission Accomplished.

“Hey! I never said I wouldn’t but this isn’t about me, this is about you finally getting some play!”

You snap back but you’re blushing.

Like damn, who hadn’t thought about fucking Suguru though? 

“It's not the same if he makes me bottom! Plus no one thinks I can get pussy!”

Gojo grumbles, hugging his Agumon plushie to his cheek. 

You can’t help but notice how cute and baby girl he looks all pouty. 

He’d definitely get women lining up around the block of his huge ass mansion if he could at least get to the dating phase without giving out the otaku ick. 

“Because you can’t Gojo—Hoes don’t want to fuck guys who play Digimon!”

“But you’re a hoe and you like digimon too!”

Turning to look at him, you’d had half a mind to slap the shit out of Satoru but he had said it so earnestly. There was no sass nor malice behind his words. 

Besides, you were a hoe. That wasn’t something you ever denied.

You sigh. 

“Yeah I am a hoe now and I—keyword—liked Digimon. But that was back when I was a kid, Toru!”

Gojo scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Listen, you’re my friend so m’gonna keep it a buck with you—a guy concerned with being digidestined is definitely not pussy destined, you digidork!”

You playfully hit him with the pillow you were laying on, not wanting him to start sulking again. 

Finally stimulated by something interesting Gojo wastes no time joining the pillow fight you initiated and you tussle with him on the bed until you both are exhausted and out of breath. 

Of course you come out of it victorious though. By the end you’d pinned both the pillows and Toru under you. 

Gojo however is back to pouting.

“Ugh, Bunny seriously though—I can’t go into junior year of college as a virgin!”

You smirk at his complaints as the answer is obvious.

“Throw away your figures and digimon cards then.”

“I’d rather die.”

“A virgin? At this rate you will.”

Gojo huffs in defeat as you settle comfortably on top of him this time. 

You’re about to reach for your phone again until you see a curious look flash across his face—the kind of look he always had as a kid when he thought of a hair-brain scheme that would lead to getting you all in trouble.

“Toru—what is it? And why do I have the feeling m’not gonna like it?”

You pull away cautiously, but his large hands grip your waist, stopping you and causing you to squeak in surprise.

“Hm, I dunno—was just thinkin’... why don’t you fuck me, Bunny?”

Your deadpan expression has Gojo scrambling, holding you closer in a vice grip when you try to squirm away. 

“Hey! Wait, I’m serious! Come on, Bunny! I need the experience and you always tell us about all your hookups! You have the experience—help a guy out!”

Staring at him skeptically you considered.

I mean sure, you always thought Gojo was attractive, more so since he returned this summer nearly a half a foot taller—but he was Gojo Satoru.

Your dorky, goofy, pervy otaku bestie practically since birth! 

You couldn’t just go and fuck him could you?

God, you could only imagine the taunts you’d get if word got out. Your friend group would never let you live it down! 

“Nah Toru—that would be too weird!”

“Huh, how come? You said I was almost as attractive as Suguru earlier!”

You stiffen.

Fuck, he’d heard that after all. 

“Ooo, ooo! Annnnd, you said last week you wanted a sugar daddy… Well, hi! I’m right here!”

The huge grin on his face has you frowning although more so because he was actually making some sense for once. I mean you were half-joking when you said it—well, let’s be honest not really. 

However, you mostly said it because while your family was well off enough, you still weren’t living in the lap of luxury by any means like a Gojo clan member. Unfortunately for you though, you were born with the expensive tastes of someone who was. So while you could afford a cute Chanel bag or a MCM wallet here or there, you’d set your sights on something higher—a coveted Hermes Birkin. 

Toru certainly could afford to buy you a whole truck load of them with what his family made in less than an hour. 

Nevertheless that wasn’t really the issue at hand. 

In spite of you being far from a virgin, there was actually a good reason why you wouldn’t be a good choice for Gojo to lose his v-card.

“Er, em—that’s really not the issue, Toru…” 

Trailing off you’re the one pouting now as you glance at your nails. 

“Then what? Don’t tell me our lil’ Bun Bun is shy now? Over lil’ ol’ me?”

Gojo teases you by sticking out his tongue—chuckling when you snap your head up to glare at him.

“You wish…” 

You grumble, chewing your lip now and debating whether or not to tell him the truth while Gojo looks at you with wide and glassy puppy eyes. Shaking your head you come to the conclusion you could trust him with your secret. 

He was the virgin otaku after all—he’s the one who should be embarrassed here!

“It’s just that…I–I can’t cum.”

Gojo just blinks at you. 

Clearly confused with metaphorical question marks surrounding his head as that's definitely not the answer he was expecting.

“I’ve slept with plenty of guys before but I never had an orgasm. I don't even really get close—I mean, sure, it feels good, I guess—mostly just a little weird. I heard some people just can’t and maybe that's me.”

You shrug, a bit nervous to look Gojo in the eye as you thought he may tease you further about this but was lost in contemplation. Almost as if he was seriously trying to do the biological math around what you’d just told him.  

After about a minute more he finally asks—

“—Does Suguru know?”

A simple question, unloaded in tone as Gojo is genuinely curious but it leaves you flustered nonetheless. 

“What?! Are you crazy?! Why would I tell him?!”

“Just figured if anyone could then—”

“—Hell no, Toru! Besides, what if he does? I’m not trying to be reduced to a fuckboy’s pick me if he ends up being the only man alive who can give me an orgasm!”

Sure Suguru was hot as fuck—as was a lot of your other fuckboy friends (Toji and Sukuna)—but you definitely didn’t want to end up like the dickmatized girls that would follow them around and literally box each other in the streets over some cock. 

You weren’t much of a fighter anyway and your face was far too cute to be getting scratched up.

Pussy should be put on a pedestal, not the other way around. You’d continue to be orgasmless before it came to that.

“Mm, but Shoko and Utahime know?”

You’re blushing more than ever this time.

“Um, yeah—T-They said once I realized all men were worthless to call them and they’d give me multiple of them.”

Gojo snorted at that but he was now convinced you both could help each other. 

“So we have no other options—then it's settled!”

In one fluid motion Gojo snatches away the pillows from between you and swaps positions—now with you on the bottom.

“Huh–wait—Toru!?”

Gojo groans.

“Come on, Bunny! I want pussy, you want to cum on top of getting that Bikram bag—

“—Birkin bag.” 

You corrected him.

“Yeah that one! So let’s help each other out, eh?  PULHEEEASEEE—Just the tip?”

You weren’t at all convinced that Gojo—whose sexual knowledge came purely from JAV, hentai and onaholes—could make you cum.

But then again sure, fuck it, why not?

You were getting bored waiting for Shoko to call you anyway and if Toru was willing to come off a Birkin for a lil’ pussy, you might as well fuck him. 

None of the other guys you had fucked even came close to making sex this worth it. Frankly this would be worth it even if you didn’t actually cum.  

“Fiiiine Toru, let’s have sex—”

“FUCK YEAH!”

“—BUT we’re laying down some ground rules!”

Sitting up with a straight back, Gojo obediently awaited your orders.

“Anything you want Bunny, name 'em go’on!”

Gojo’s overenthusiasm was like a puppy and you were sure if he had a tail it would be thumping on the bed like crazy now. 

You wanted to crack a smile but you know from prior experience that if you give men an inch they will take the whole goddamn mile—and Gojo of all people was no exception—so you are firm as you sit up to look in his eyes and lay down the law.

 “First—like you said, just the tip.”

Gojo started to protest but the raise of your eyebrows had him changing his tune immediately.

“Got it! Got it! Just the tip would be amazing Bunny, what else?”

He chided himself and you continued.

“And secondly, just because you bros have no loyalty, it’s still ‘chicks before dicks’ over here. You better get your nut quick cause I’m still leaving to go purse shopping when Shoko and Utahime call me.”

Gojo waves you off with that rule. 

“Psh, we should have plenty of time, it's almost 6pm! They’ve probably been too busy bumping their own purses together to go shopping with you for one. You haven’t heard from either of them in hours!”

Fair point—wildly out of pocket, but fair. 

Still. 

“Bumping Purses!? Really, Toru?”

“You know I’m not lying—but that’s it then, right Bunny?”

Not waiting, Gojo throws his shirt off and starts fumbling with the ties on his sweats before you stop him.

“Nah, Toru, hold your horses! One more rule!”

Freezing mid-action, Gojo's hands are shaking as he expectantly gazes at you, waiting for the last condition before you give him the green light.

“Finally, third—and most fucking importanly—if you make any, and I mean even just ONE—otaku reference, especially Digimon while you’re inside me I’ll snap your lil’ digidick off, understood?”

Gojo swallowed. 

Hard terms to live with but something he would be willing to abide by for pussy.

“Yes ma’am! Got it! Just the tip, you will ditch me for the purse bumpers and no Digimon!”

Gojo repeats your rules matter-of-factly. 

You roll your eyes but are satisfied enough he understood and you wave him off in the direction of your bag.

“Good. Now, be a good boy and go get a rubber out of my purse.” 

Bolting over to your purse Gojo grabs a pack of condoms and is back on the bed in an instant.

Reality sinking in on what you were about to do and who you were about to do it with, you suddenly become hyper aware, appraising Gojo. 

You note just how much in the two years since high school he’s grown. Still a bit lanky in areas but overall he filled out more for sure and his muscles were much more defined rippling underneath his skin as he eagerly clambered over you. Gojo still possessed the same piercing sky blue eyes that lit up a room but they looked all too predatorily hungry now that he was hovering over you. 

You swallow.

You’d feel almost completely out of control of the situation if it wasn’t also for the bundle of nervous energy radiating off of Gojo—his hands spasming like he might bust his pants the moment he touches you.

You try to maintain your composure, but your jaw drops and your eyes widen in shock when he finally pushes his sweats and boxers down in one swift motion.

Gojo was fucking huge!

“Toru—what the actual fuck?!”

Third leg was a massive understatement. 

I mean you didn’t think he’d be small—you’d been around him enough in boxers, sweats, pjs, etc growing up—but you didn’t expect this. 

He was definitely a grower and Christ did he just fucking grow!

Gojo looked puzzled until he followed your wide eyed gawking down to his lower half. 

Heh. 

“Am I the biggest you’ve seen, Bunny?”

Growing prideful Gojo pokes at you a bit and your ogling only grows more incredulous. 

You didn't know if he was the girthiest but certainly the longest by far. He’d actually puncture a lung if he stuck that whole monstrous thing in you!

It would literally have to be just the tip and you are thanking God right now that he’d already agreed to those terms. That would be much too uncomfortable to cum from and you are beginning to question how the pornstars manage. This wasn’t a JAV but Gojo, if his company ever went belly up, certainly had a promising career on OnlyFans ahead of him.

Gojo’s chest puffed up ten times more from your staring as he slipped the condom on (which only fit two-thirds of the way down). 

“O-Ok, Bunny now you!”

His cock throbbed more violently the longer you looked at him. The anticipation is contagious to say the least and you can't help but feel your chest warm at his eagerness. 

Gojo wants to get the attention off of him and you smile at him knowingly.

“You mean you don’t want to take my clothes off yourself?”

The thought never occurred to Gojo but he dumbly nodded. Your yelps echo in the room as his massive hands are on your hips faster than lighting pulling you towards him. 

The motion causes your tits to jiggle, the soft mounds moving freely beneath your spaghetti strapped halter and Gojo berates himself on how he only now is noticing you weren’t wearing a bra all this time. 

Gojo’s mouth goes dry at your nipples, already peaked and poking through the thin fabric. 

Your nipples pucker further when the crisp air of the A/C hits them after Gojo pulls your top overhead and you arch up to assist, not realizing you presented yourself to him like a treat to a dog. 

“T-Toru!!!!”

Gojo wraps his strong sturdy arms fully around your body. Pressing his face deep into your chest as his warm wet lips latch onto a nipple. His mouth now suctioned to you, Gojo swirls and flicks his tongue around the hardened bud. Gojo moans around your flesh, pleasantly surprised at how addicting the sweet salty taste of your skin is. 

If Gojo wasn’t sure he had an oral fixation before he surely knows now. Zoning out everything else except for the sloppy sounds of him worshiping your breast, he relishes the contrasting textures of his rough tongue suckling the soft skin of your swelling bud. 

Gojo surely would have been latched onto you for hours and you are only able to pry his head away when he releases your nipple with a wet pop to take a breath.

“TORU!!!”

You’re panting and red faced as you yank his head back. 

But Gojo is a man solely focused—tongue hanging out off his mouth captivated by how cutely your areola puffed as it glistened with his spit and fighting overwhelming desire to get the other one in a similar state.

“Huh–Bunny, b-baby—you taste so good n’ your tiddies are so nice—so fuh-kin’ soft.”

Gojo’s tongue is hanging out of his mouth drooling as he attempts to dive back into your chest. you feel his heavy cock on your thigh as his hips begin to rut against you. 

This was too much!

“Stop Toru! You’re being too rough, they are sensitive! Besides, times’ ticking! Remember I have no problem leaving you blue balled if Shoko or Utahime call me!” 

You do your best to give him a disapproving look as you blush.

“Awe but you seemed like you were liking it, you were whining loud enough.”

“Shut up n’just get on with it!”

“Yes ma’am~~”

Enjoying your breasts so much Gojo almost forgot he hadn’t even seen your pretty pussy yet. 

Making quick work of your shorts, Gojo manages to pull them down just over your core but is stunned once again as he burns the image of the skin-melding fabric of the mesh hot pink g-string covering your cunt. The thin satiny straps dug into your supple hips amplifying your curvaceous form.

Fucking slutty as hell!  

Rivaling that of even his most favorite and most scandalous hentai figures. 

This was so much better, so much more lewd as the clingy fabric struggles to cover the fat of your plump pussy lips—not like the transparency of them left much to the imagination. 

God help him, he just wants to tear them off with his teeth and open mouth swan-dive into your dewy lil’cunt—-pushing his tongue deep into your peachy core tongue fucking orgasm after orgasm out of you until he drowned in your milky nectar—but he has to restrain himself.

You probably wouldn’t like that too much given your reaction earlier and he’d die if you’d happen to just call the whole thing off.

Mouth drying and hands twitching—Gojo is trying so hard to be a good boy and contain his more perverted instincts.

“Earth to Toru! Y-You good?”

Gojo looked like a tightly wound coil ready to pop in every sense of the word and you hated that his nervousness was making you nervous too. 

So on edge you almost jumped once his eyes snapped up to meet yours.

“G-Great, Bunny…j-just fine.” 

Gojo’s voice falters, becoming more pitchy and you giggle. As much as Gojo wants to look at your pussy as he peels the flimsy moist fabric off of them he couldn’t do that at this moment—he would actually bust his pants.

Instead, Gojo leans in to kiss you, but you block him. He ends up kissing your palm instead.

“Toruuu… that be too weird, we’re friends remember?”

“Yeah friends who are fucking, Bunny! You mean you won’t let my tongue in your mouth but you’re letting my dick inside your pussy?!”

You knew it sounded nonsensical even before he said it back to you. But your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears you could barely hear him anyway.

You didn’t know what you were scared of this time? 

You had let all your other previous hookups makeout with you but Gojo was different. 

This felt entirely different.

You didn’t know why, you just knew it was and you were apprehensive of the unfamiliar emotions he was stirring in you and this wasn’t supposed to be anything more than an arrangement between friends.

“Don’t you need to warm up tho Bunny? Obviously m’no pro at this—but even I know a little bit more foreplay is usually needed?”

Your heart beats louder at his concern but you push that aside trying to focus on your breaths. 

Satoru should have been the easiest lay but for a reason that alludes—you were coming undone before him.

“Shut up Toru and just fuck me! The foreplay stuff doesn't matter, it won't make a difference anyway, m’not gonna cum! Also you’re big af so grab your lube. We're gonna need lots of it!”

Toru pouts but follows your commands without fuss. 

Although he’s anxious to get his dick wet he also is still thinking of how he can hold up his end of the bargain other than a stupid purse. 

You said he didn’t need to but he wanted to. 

The thought of finally losing his v-card excited him but there was something that made his cock throb harder at being the first man to give you an orgasm. 

But you don’t want him to touch you beyond what was absolutely necessary, so how was he going to accomplish that exactly?  

Gojo was a genius and had the IQ score to prove it, he’d be able to solve the problem once he was inside you, right? 

Turning back to face you after retrieving the lube from his nightstand, Toru has to grab the base of his cock this time to keep from prematurely coming in the latex that was already starting to thicken with his precum.

There you were laid out like a slut—panties pulled to the side—fingering yourself a bit to loosen up, having reconsidered his suggestion of foreplay when the twitching on your thigh reminded you of how big he actually was.

“OH SHI—”

You notice his jaw hanging open, utterly entranced as his eyes follow the motions. 

You knew you should be letting him do this to get the experience but honestly there was no sense in setting Gojo up for failure—delivering a significant blow to his ego when he inevitably couldn’t make you cum. You didn’t want to damage him even more if he felt it was his fault your pussy was apparently broken, you having tensed up completely every time a guy had tried before.

But you can’t deny you are getting some pleasure—if only through your own amusement—as you grab his cock and pump the lube he poured down his latex covered shaft, still fingering yourself—much to Gojo’s delight and wonder of seeing an actual real pussy up close. 

Gojo sucks in air and groans pitifully as your hand spreads the cool gel over his length which only intensifies his ache to be inside of you. 

“C’mere, Toru…”

You beckon sweetly, guiding him forward with your back against the pillows, you tease the crown of his tip through your folds preparing him for missionary. 

Gojo nearly bites a chunk out of his lip when his thick cockhead finally catches over your slicked entrance and you’re left wincing.

“T-Toru, e-easy—o-ok? Not too deep...”

A breathy confirmation shudders out of Gojo as he’s easing himself into your warm tightening cunt. The stretch is immediate which mentally confirms for you he is also the girthiest you’ve ever had as well. 

Your heels dig into his hips to brace yourself while he hovers over you, arms shaking.

“FUUUUUHHHH—”

Even with the rubber on, Gojo still thinks he might melt from how warm and tight you are—so much better than even his onahole with the custom grip and heating features. 

Screwing his eyes shut, Gojo has to count backwards from a million, recite Japan’s national anthem, list the GDPs of the top 10 wealthiest countries—anything—or he will cum too soon or worse, crack and drive his hips until he’s all the way to the hilt from the way your dangerous lil’ pussy is sucking him in.

God, it felt like your slutty cunt had a mind of its own calling for him to push in a lil’ deeper, greedily begging for him to go a lil’ further but Gojo resists. 

Sweat beads on his brow from the exerted effort of sheer willpower to keep his promise to you.

To Gojo’s credit, he really is doing his best, only a little less than a third but due to his length that's still a lot. 

Your eyes wander up to Gojo’s face and away from where he is wholly splitting you open, lest you clench on him even tighter and you knew you needed to relax. Even if you weren't really feeling much but the overwhelming strain from the tight fit, looking at Gojo you were happy that he appeared to be in bliss at least. 

His eyes still squeezed shut, mouth hanging open and spittle flowing down his jaw Gojo was in his own world as he continuously babbled nonsense about how perfect your cunt felt around him.

Just the tip in you for all of 20 seconds and already pussy drunk from just this much. 

“B-Bunny, Oh SHHIII–B-Bunny—m’cute Bun—FAH-ACK s’gud—m’gonna cum soon UHH–pussy feels s’good—oh-oh my god!” 

Although his entire body is quaking with pleasure, the few functional brain cells that survived the fiery blaze of your sinful lil’ pussy are still thinking of you. 

Gojo tries to give some attention to your neglected lil’ clit, but a single swipe causes your leg to jerk and you promptly push his hand away again.

“N-NO! Pleaseee, m’too sensitive Toru! J-Just focus on your thrusts! Y-You’re s’close, m’can feel your cock twitching i-i-inside me...”

Gojo wants to challenge you on this—suspecting from the way your cunt felt constricting around him you felt something pleasurable then—but he’s too far gone and much too inexperienced to keep focused on anything else. 

Especially when you are so explicitly describing him fucking you. 

Grabbing his face you bring your foreheads to touch to help calm him so he’d last a bit longer. Although you still hold his face to prevent him from kissing you, he's close enough that you're sharing the same breath, now looking into each other's eyes. 

He struggles to maintain eye contact though before the magnetism of your heated core had them rolling back again.

You're still not close to cumming, yet you are beginning to enjoy the warm comforting feeling of being this full as he holds you close, his short thrusts gaining momentum. 

Sharing intimacy with someone you actually cared about for once is really nice and you wouldn't mind having more sex like this even if you couldn't cum. 

Thumbing over Gojo’s moist lips you coo sweet praises to him as he desperately moans around your delicate appendage. Suckling your thumb between his lips and nursing on it until he can no longer contain the heavy breaths that overpower him and fan across your face. 

Sharing the same exhaled breath is making you light headed and you mewl at the keen sensations it stirs in your pussy that has him full on gasping now. Gojo releases the whiniest moan as he falls into you, unable to support his arms any longer. 

Showering your neck with open mouth kisses as his body curls more into yours.

However it all proves far too much when Gojo faltering more in his promise, slips more than halfway into your cunt—instantly filling the latex as it balloons inside of you as you scrape your heels against his back.

SHIIIIIT! He s’big! 

Despite nearly splitting your poor pussy into two at the end though, Gojo did such a good job for his first time. 

You’d forgive him just this once though as you wrapped your arms around his head, gently petting his undercut. His heaving breaths quiet under your soothing touches, finally ceasing the stream of his spit and tears that had been pooling in your collarbone.

Staying like that for a while holding him while his heartbeat calms to match yours and his length softens inside you. You close your eyes peacefully for a few moments before you hear your phone vibrate next to you. 

It's Shoko!

Shoko’s text apologizes for the delays and offers to get dinner instead—promising to go shopping with you and Utahime tomorrow since they got held up and you make plans for dinner in two hours. 

Perfect. That gives you plenty of time to clean up and get yourself presentable. 

“Did you cum even a lil bit, Bunny?”

Oh sweet baby, if you have to ask…You think to yourself but it's not poor Toru’s fault your pussy is out of order.

“Um, no Toru baby—but you did so well! Ya know you’re actually pretty cute and considerate when you get a little pussy. I’m sure you’ll manage to make any girl you happen to get naked happy!”

Gojo counters you with a disappointed look still panting slightly as he pulls out and rolls over bringing you towards him to cuddle. Allowing him, reasoning that you don’t have to get up right this second.

Yoour back meets his chest and it’s then you notice the condom still inside you. Figures since it was much too small in the first place. Yet you couldn’t complain as it managed to do its job due to Satoru not going all the way in. Breathing out you grimace a bit as you still had to give it a pretty good tug to lodge the filled latex out of your sore cunt. 

“Goddamn Toru, you were pretty backed up huh?”

Having witnessed the entire display from over your shoulder and the sight of the light blue rubber covered in your fluids while drooping heavily with his own has Gojo’s dick stirring again as you jiggle the rubber demonstrating its fullness before tossing it into the bin beside his bed. 

Conflicted Gojo broods for a while as he hugs you to him. 

While his body felt mostly satisfied, seeing you still unsatisfied put a huge damper on his mood. 

Sure you had told him you couldn’t come—but would any girl cum without much foreplay or stimulation? 

Even the darker hentais and JAVs he’s seen had more foreplay than this!

Hmmm... 

Thinking over the experience again in his mind he had a hunch that if right could cure your lack of orgasms but needed you to let him fuck you once more to be sure. 

“So you’re gonna hit and quit just like that, Bunny?”

He teases clinging onto you again when you try to maneuver out of his embrace.

“No time for more cuddles Toru—Shoko texted, we’re getting dinner in two hours.”

“Wait! Bunny! That’s so far away—Let me go again, pleeeease!”

Gojo is determined this time to make you cum for real! And, yeah you know—your slick heat sliding up and down his cock again would be a highlight too.

“Toru–”

“—Come on bunny! We solved my problem but we haven't fixed yours, you still haven't cum yet!”

“Toru, I thought we understood we were never going to solve my problem in the first place—so don't stress! Also I know this is probably the first time a girl has said this to you and actually meant it—but it's really not you!”

Gojo puts his negotiation face on. 

You wanted to play hardball? Bet.

“I’ll give you my black card for a whole week!”

Gojo turns you around to look him in the eye so you could see how sincere he was, he really wanted to try again—he knew he could make you cum this time!

You sighed. 

You couldn't really be mad at him—in fact, it was actually the cutest thing—that he wanted to keep trying for your benefit—but you didn’t see the point when it would just lead to the same result. You don’t even need to glance down to see Gojo’s cock was just as resolute as he’s already recovered and fully bricked—length pulsing against your ass. 

Well—given his last performance you were sure he’d last all of five minutes and if you had his black card for a whole week you were about to tear the entire Hermes store up—a Birkin and a Kelly in every color!

Hell, maybe you could even get the coveted baby pink ostrich one. 

“Mmm’kay, Toru—black card for a week! No limit!”

“Yup of course! Oooh no—Wait, no rubbers and I'll let you have my new g-wagon too! I hear raw sex is sooo much better you will cum for sure then Bunny!”

Well you knew a good bargain when you heard it.

Throwing the unopened condoms to the side you laid back down.

Imported European cars are stupid expensive to get in Japan and if he was coming off a g-wagon—especially as it was a custom powder blue matte with dune colored seats and shiny platinum rims—then he could have as many two-minute pump sessions as he wanted.

He’d likely pass out from dehydration in less than twenty tops anyway.

“Okay, but same rules as before except no cumming inside Toru! I mean it! It's too much of a mess to clean up after, it’ll be dripping all night especially all that you came last time…”

The thought of your gooey tender cunt weeping his nut for hours has Gojo’s balls tightening in want of making it a reality—but he knew if all went to plan you’d be begging for it! 

First—he needed you to take a more active role this time. He saw you settled back onto the pillows and that simply wouldn’t do. 

“Um Bunny, can you be on top? I-I’m dying to see what your cute tiddies look like jiggling all crazy like in my face.”

You cover your chest, frowning in offense at his more debauched ecchi preferences but you agreed nonetheless. 

Relenting as it’d likely have him cumming sooner and then you could finally get ready to meet the girls—all in your new g-wagon, although you’d definitely have to make up a lie as to how you scammed it out of Gojo.

Gojo takes your place on the pillows, amused as now it’s his turn to beckon you forward. Steeling yourself, you embarked on your climb to mount him. Tall and lean with wisps of hair sticking to his face Gojo looked more like he belonged in a painting, unnerving you that a face only an artist could sculpt admired your body with his lustful gaze. 

He was too sexy for his own nerdy ass good like this and you failed not to whimper when his strong hands settled at your waist.

Lube in your hand you smirk, gaining some confidence back when you hear Gojo hiss as the cool gel once again spreads down his fiendish girth that pulses restlessly at your touch. The sensation is all the more agonizing without the latex barrier hindering him as your, your silky smooth palm glided over his bare cock before tugging back the sensitive foreskin covering his crown head. 

Licking your lips you almost want to bend down and taste the pre marbling like a pearlescent jewel on his pretty exposed cockhead.

He’d probably cry like a baby if you did, you mused with a grin. 

No, good—God girl snap out of it! 

You chastise yourself—no, you had to focus and end this quickly before you lost your mind. The idea of fucking Gojo beyond what he could buy for you started to get more appealing and you couldn’t allow that.

Readying yourself to mount him this time you realize your pussy is quivering in anticipation of the stretch—it was uncomfortable last time so—why was your body reacting this way?

Your own pussy betraying you as she seemed to yearn for the opportunity to gobble him up, taking him in with less resistance in spite of you. Flexing around the thick intrusion inside your core you shiver in feeling the curve of every vein on his girthy cock as you lowered yourself onto him..

The way your pussy flexed as a jolt of electricity ran through you scared you—a new sensation bubbling up inside, threatening to make you lose yourself in the feeling.  Must be survival instincts you rationed—your cunt scared for its life never having encountered such an acute danger like Gojo’s dick before.

The burn was pleasurable this time, sucking in sharp breaths at every slight movement of him moving inside your core. Yet Gojo is in even more bliss—from the serpentine motion of your hips cascading over his own to how your your puffy pussy lips looked so wonderfully parted, stretched open around his cock—FUCK!

How was he going to complete his plan if his brain just started turning to mush everytime your dangerously succulent cunt grinded against him.

“O–ooo shiiiiiit!”

“Y-You okay, Bunny?”

Although Gojo himself looked like he was in agony his face was reddening from how good your raw gummy walls were surging around his length.

“Hhnng, fine Toru—y’er j-just big.” 

Gravity was your natural enemy in this scenario and you took him a bit past halfway this time.

Wanting to distract you, his large hands grope your tits but you knock him away—your stomach fluttering. 

“What's wrong, this time?”

“S’N-Nothing, it’s—just put your hands on my hips, it helps me so my legs don't get tired.”

You lied.

Well your legs were quivering but more pressingly your heart started to race and you didn't know if it was because a cock like this could actually relocate your uterus to your lungs or if you’d actually started catching something similar to romantic feelings for Gojo Satoru. 

Either one was unacceptable in your book.

“Hurry up and cum, Toru!” 

However Gojo is about to say something, your phone rings.

“I-Its Utahime…”

“Don’t answer Bunny! Focus or you’re never going to cum!”

“I can multitask, Toru! Besides, on the small chance I do I know it's definitely going to take longer than the two minutes you lasted before.” 

Hushing Gojo’s protests and eyes flaring at him to be silent, you answer the call. 

“Bunny!”

“Hime!”

You greeted each other with your usual peppiness—like Gojo wasn’t 6 and a half inches deep with 2 and half more to go—give or take—inside you.

“What’s up? Oh erm, what am I doing—”

A sly and haughty smile plays on his lips and you scowl at him.

“—I’m still at Gojo’s and no—I’m not doing much at all right now! Haha—yeah. I can definitely talk, of course!”

Gojo frowns as his eyes narrow and to placate him you start half heartedly rotating your hips.

You still looked sexy as hell though. Even with less effort expended it was still a workout as shown by the sheen of perspiration glowing off your body. That delectable sight combined with the light swaying of your tiddies was more than enough for him to cum if he just focused on himself.

But he was determined not to this time, not until you had.

“See Toru? They were helping Shoko’s parents!”

You stick out your tongue and he makes a face back at you.

“Oh what?—s’nothing—Ha! Well ok! He said you were too busy bumping pussies to go to the mall with me! Psh—typical am I rite? Huh—put you on speaker? LOL O-OKAY.”

Snitch! 

Gojo mouths to you offended you’d rat him out like this as Utahime’s voice shrills through the phone.

“Satoru you loser! You have to talk about our pussies cause you could never have one of your own in a million years!”

Snorting with laughter Gojo is more than amused. 

If only they knew.

You pale signaling at him to ‘STFU’ or he could finish himself off.

“Aww, is that so Utahime? I’m so hurt.” 

The mischief in Gojo’s voice is obvious—he’s clearly mocking you.

Annoyed with him getting the upper hand and feeling sassy, you pile on—

“Exactly Hime! I mean he might get some—but a total otaku like him wouldn’t know what to do with a pussy if he even ever got in—EEP!”

A heavy handed smack comes down on your ass—hard. 

The force ripples its way into your cunt causing you to feverishly tighten as your tongue pushes a low moan out between your lips.

“Oh ho ho—what's this? You actually like getting spanked huh, Bunny? You dirty, dirty girl…” 

Gojo is whispering again before his hand once more swats at that same cheek.

The sting causes saliva to pool in the corners of your mouth. 

If looks could kill Gojo would have died a horrible death—that is if you could focus enough to even glare at him. You’re absolutely mortified—too consumed by the spanks that fiercely rained down on your reddening bottom, your pussy getting shamelessly wetter with every hit.

“AH–FAHHH—”

“Bunny! What’s happened?!”

You hear Shoko’s concerned voice this time.

“N-N-Nothing, G-Gojo’s being mean to me cause I told on him! H-He pinched me so hard Shoko!”

“Liar!”

Gojo mouths again and his demeanor turns absolutely devilish. 

Oh? So that's how you wanted to continue to play? 

You were such a brat sometimes but then again so was he and his competitive nature soared at the challenge.

“Oh did I? Like this, Bunny?”

Gojo’s  palms cup your tits roughly before he pinches them, twisting your nipples causing the slobber that collected to dribble down your chin and onto your chest.

“Shiiii—T-Toru! S-STOP YOU A-AHHH–SSHOLE!!”

The grip his thumb and forefingers have on your sensitive buds intensifies and you can barely keep the phone in your grasp as you hold it out arm extended to keep your cries from being heard. 

With only one hand free there’s no way for you to worm nor pry his hands from your tits as you are still struggling not to sink lower and choke on your own tongue from the electrifying sensations assaulting your cunt.

This couldn’t be what it was like could it? This overwhelming feeling?

You didn’t want to admit it but as tear-inducing as the sensations were—they felt real fucking good. 

Your hips began involuntary rocking as your core now craved how Gojo’s cock scraped against your walls like it was trying to carve itself even deeper inside you if you’d let your hips drop just a little bit lower. 

“Toru! Stop picking on our Bunny! Don’t make us come over there and kick your ass!”

The sweat that now runs down Gojo’s brow threatens to blur his vision but he’s locked in and focused. The phone situation being so fucking raunchy combined with the way your pussy is creaming on him (despite you trying your hardest not to feel good) has him stressed. 

Swallowing he had to try hard to keep up the act as well as please you without cumming—it would be a feat if he accomplished it to say the very least.

God, this was all so shamefully vulgar. 

Did you do this on purpose answering the phone? 

He didn’t even know this was a kink of his—or yours apparently.

But your “problem” was now clear to Gojo:

It’s not that you couldn’t cum, it’s just that you were scared to cum. 

Any real stimulation triggered your fight or flight. 

You were perfectly capable, you just needed a bit of forcefulness—however the effect of it terrified you and you bolted from it every time you had sex with someone—until now. 

Heh, there would be no more running from the nut for his little bunny rabbit.

Gojo wonders how far into his ecchi depravity he can take you.

“Your Bunny, huh?”

Gojo's eyes squinted as if he could stare down Shoko and Utahime through the phone.

You were his. 

He was the one who was going to make you cum and frankly he didn’t give a fuck anymore if Shoko or Utahime heard it—in fact he wanted them too.

Planting his feet into the bed, Gojo’s form shifts as he swiftly grips your waist simultaneously bringing you down while driving his pelvis up—pummeling his entire length into your guts. The prickly patch of groomed hair at his base tickles your poor abused lil’ clit which had been forcibly nestled into them—the result of being smashed against his pubic bone. 

“FUHCCCK—MUTHERFUHH—SHHHH–HIIIIIT!!!” 

Vision momentarily blacked out and burning with tears mixed with your running mascara, your pussy still reeling from the sheer magnitude of Gojos long girthly length now all the way sheathed and practically tearing through your womb. Your eyes are firmly lodged in the back of your head, the electrifying vibrations cause you to drop the phone entirely. Your world is spinning from experiencing your first small orgasm that only increased intensity as your efforts to escape Gojo are in vain. 

Your cervix is screaming at the probing intrusion of his bulbous tip ramming so far up into you but Gojo has you anchored to him unable to flee from his onslaught of thrusts.

If you could string together a coherent thought you would have wondered if in fact your stomach had been relocated next to your lungs as you felt so full you couldn’t breathe. 

Your pussy violently spasms around his girth, creamy fluids seeping down onto his base from your cunt sloshing around him.  Gojo grips your cheeks spreading you wider increasing the squelching noises echoing from your cunt.

Shit though, Gojo thinks your perfect pussy might actually break his dick off from how fervently you were clenching him. 

Tongue fully lolled out of your mouth, you’re grasping onto Gojo’s shoulders for stability as your saliva drips down his pectorals.

“BUNNY!! Are you still there?? What’s that noise?”

Shoko and Utahime’s calls for you go unanswered. Gojo on the other hand is grinning, albeit through gritted teeth, pleased at how his long trunk-like cock is rendering you nonverbal. 

“Hehe, you definitely came a bit that time didn’t ya—ya nasty lil’ Bunny, don’t lie.” 

“N-N-Nooo T-Toru–s’like I-I c-can’t breathe—”

“Heh, a’course you can baby Bun—that's what it feels like when you cum, even I know that.”

SMACK!

Another firm smack to your ass has your cunt quivering wildly.

You feel like the virgin in this situation now—and honestly—are you not? 

Did those other dicks really count? 

It felt like you were having sex for the first time as this was a totally different experience even from the earlier round with Gojo.

“Don’t worry though, now that I know what kinda shit you’re into—I’mma take care of that pervy lil’ princess pussy sooo good, Bunny.”

Oh god—That couldn’t be true could it? 

Spanking? Nipple twisting? Having your insides pushed up to your throat? 

You didn’t actually like this kinda freaky shit did you?

Yet your body’s reactions remain true even if your mind doesn't want to accept the cause of the fire that is burning within you. Your pussy is in raptures at the feeling of being molded into the exact shape of Gojo’s cock—veins and all.

“HELLLOOOOO BUNNY!!!!”

Absolutely pleased with himself Gojo retrieves the phone.

“Awe p-poor thing, just stubbed her toe runnin’ from me. My—SHIII–room is—FUHHH—k-kinda a m-mess—S-See? I almost tripped just now too. Isn’t that right Bunny?”

Gojo brings the phone closer and you bat it away wishing he would just hang up and spare you the humiliation. Although humiliation seemed to be your new kink as mirroring his earlier actions as you’re pathetically moaning into his skin. Gojo’s masculine scent, mingled with the salty aroma of perspiration, floods your senses, making you feel even more lightheaded, increasing the sloshing of his cock buried deep in your cunt.

The crude noises that rang from your bodies squelching and slapping against each other renders Gojo unable to keep up the charade either. Making up a quick excuse—he has to go get ice for your toe—he quickly hangs up on Shoko and Utahime whose puzzled protests of concern he couldn’t give a single fuck about anymore. 

God fucking you while on the phone with them was so fucking hot, he’d have to get you to do it again—maybe with Suguru next time, he’d probably even be into it.

“Hey B-Bunny—y-you think Shoko and Hime were naked too?”

You groan.

This fucking hentai otaku perv—you already told him that they were helping Shoko’s parents! 

You want to glare, scream, chastise, get up—but you can’t—you’re at the mercy of him ruthlessly drilling up into your cunt and can only heave out tired mewls in reply.

“Fuuuck–imma cum again soon! Do you feel the way your naughty lil’ cunt is squeezing like she wants to wring me dry, wan’t me to give it all to your pussy Bunny?”

“N-Not i-inside m’pussy, T-Toru!” 

A devious smirk appears. 

Heh, yeah he promised not inside your pussy.

Without warning Gojo rips his cock out from your sopping core and manhandles you onto your back. Thinking he will simply cum outside somewhere you're finally able to breathe again and you exhale—only to feel his monstrous length being shoved down your throat.

Your eyes shoot open. 

Greeted with the image of Gojo's heavy balls in your face, his ball hairs tickle your nose as you gag around his girth straining your throat open wide. You think if he didn’t reach your lungs through your guts he certainly would now that he’s eight and a half inches down your esophagus.

“You said i couldn’t cum in your pussy Bunny, so let’s use that pretty lil’ mouth pussy instead—sweet fuck, ya know she’s almost tighter than your actual cunt.”

Your hands fly to the outside of his thighs pawing over the sweat glossed skin as you drag your nails down them, leaving welts in an effort to get him to ease up. The potent musk of your shared lust that had dripped down his balls was now rubbing on your face assaulting your senses. 

It was fucking nasty, so gross and yet your own pussy betrayed you—burning with an ache to be filled again at the smells that stimulated your own primal hedonistic urges.

“Awe, don’t be like that. I know you like it rough, yeah? I haven’t forgotten about you either baby.”

Gojo of course at this point isn’t talking to you but your cunt.

With one hand squeezing your already constricted airway, Gojo’s other snaked its way over your body and reeling it back before delivering a mean open palmed slap to your clit. 

The sound of your soaked cunt echoed through his room and he almost came from that alone as your fluids trickled out of you faster, further soiling his expensive sheets.

“This pussy likes being spanked more than those cherry cheeks of yours huh, Bunny? I know my filthy hentai pussy does.”

You’re obviously unable to answer but the way you’re gurgling moans around his cock lets him know this is exactly what you like. Thrusting two thick fingers into your quivering core his burly appendages bullied themselves in as far as they could go. 

“You know—G-God, FUCK you’re tight—Bunny, you know I read in an h-manga how girls can squirt from a lack of air and a little bit of prodding, s’ppose—S-SHIII—t’be something in here that sends em absolutely wild.”

Fingers searching deeper it's not until Gojo pulls back to add a third that he scrapes past a firm spongy spot that has your legs buckling.

Astonished by the amazingly sexy reactions of your body—Gojo’s eyes are blown out wide over how much your clit swells, your hole twitches and your juices spurt out of you as your tears run over your cheeks to wet his balls further. Gojo doesn’t even need to thrust as your throat tightens around him like crazy with him jamming his fingers into that particular spot over and over.

Lost in your own ecstasy you’re proven wrong as contrary to your belief you thought his otaku sex-ed would be to his detriment to his skills. However it's exactly because of all of the lecherous and depraved shit he collected and consumed did he know exactly what to do to you now that got you all messed up. Eyes lodged into your skull, squirting and practically blacking out with his dick stuffed down your throat on his long dexterous fingers abusing your cunt.

“SHIIIIIIT—”

With a keen grunt Gojo cums, pumping loads of viscous fluid down your throat forcing you to gorge on his thick cum. 

“F-Fuck Bunny are you a throat goat? M-Milked me dry...”

He’s still driving his pliable fingers in and out of you, his arms are shaking from his own orgasm but he doesn’t care. Nothing on earth could stop him from replicating the beautiful sight of your pretty lil’pussy spurting out juices that run all the way down his forearm.

“…heh, looks like I can milk you too, Bunny.”

Gojo finally dislodges his dick out of your throat but still runs a hand through your pussy folds to rub soothing circles on your clit. You whimper through your coughs as you spit up some of his cum, still gagging after what were mere minutes but seemed like hours of choking on his beefy cock.

Vision spotty, tremors run through your body—both ends so thoroughly fucked out—that it doesn’t register that Gojo is once again lifting your body bringing you towards the edge of the bed.

If you thought Gojo was going to give you aftercare from having used your body like one of his anime fleshlights, you’d be correct—but not before one last round. 

Lifting your hips off his luxe bed Gojo positions your wobbly legs on his shoulders. His eyes are blown out and crazed with his own twisted perversion. Weakened and spent himself as cock twitched from overstimulation but he’s never been a quitter—determined to make you cum again and again before one of you finally passes out.

Your toes wiggle and you keen as his tongue ravenously dips between your toes. Trailing his tongue past the arch of your foot to bite your heel.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Bunny—the best pussy in the whole world, how could you ever think she was broken? You were just waiting for me to use her huh?”

“S-shut up–Toru, j-jeez…”

Your windpipes had been fucked raw and you’re croaking which to your dismay only seems to turn Gojo on more and he’s tapping his tender engorged cockehead on your clit. Your brows pinch together as you bite back moans from his frenulum catching and chafing so wonderfully over your clitoral hood.

“Puhleaseeee, Honey Bunny! Let me fuck you a bit more now that we know you are as ecchi coded as I am, m’kay my pervy princess?”

The very thought shames you and you think your heart might seize from embarrassment if it doesn’t give out from pleasure first and your heart feels like it might beat out of your chest chest from all the pet names Gojo is bestowing upon you. 

“Toru…”

You try to reason with him through your defeated huffs as you press your legs shut together.

“...y-you made me cum from your fingers n’ your cock.. Y-You won. Pleaseee—I-I don’t even think I can cum any more.” 

Not convinced Gojo pushes your legs back.

“Oh, is that right? Let’s ask her then!”

Gojo delivers another smack onto your slippery pussy as if on the command of her new owner your obedient cunt immediately leaks a bit more creamy slick onto his palm.

“See, baby? She says you can though and that she’s tired of you running from it Bunny—”

Still hugging your legs together in his grasp, Gojo lowers himself to rub his cheek against your pussy like it was his favorite pillow. 

“Don’t fret my pervy lil’ pussy I won't let Bunny deprive you any longer from what you really need.”

You groan yet Gojo is more gentle this time as he gingerly rolls you onto your belly and lifts your hips to slide his giant Agumon pillow underneath.

Urgh, did it have to be this one!?

There's no time for complaints though once Gojo spreads your cheeks wide. A glob of spit hits your crack as his thumb prods against your shy puckering rear hole while he humps his cock between the fat of your thighs through your soggy swollen folds. 

“Shiiit imma fuck this tight lil’ bunny hole next time baby, m’kay?”

The thread causes you to shudder yet all your back talk and sass is gone from his illicit preparations as he elicits heady mewls from your hoarse throat. Your cunt flutters eagerly to have him fill you again as his fingers imprint themselves into your bottom.

The anticipation is so intense as bracing for his size ripping through you you nearly fail to notice Gojo is now humming to himself—humming—THE DIGIMON CHAMPIONS THEME SONG!?

OH HE HAD YOU ALL THE WAY FUC—

—And suddenly you’re screaming again, eyes glued to the back of your skull as his hips jerk forward, drilling his dick past your walls to pound directly into your cervix with the tempo of a  madman.

OH FUCK! …s’good!

You finally surrender letting your cunt control your brain as you throw ass back to meet his frenzied thrusts. Like a drug addict from the first real taste your pussy is already addicted to the feeling of his cock destroying you.

“S’toru–S’toru–S’toru–FUHHHHCK!”

His name fell from your lips like a mantra, the only word your brain—now thoroughly fucked smoothed—could remember.

The sight of you chasing your own pleasure as your ass slammed back onto his pelvis, your skin rippling as it bounced and splashed frothy fluids onto his abs sent him further into perverse degeneracy. 

“F-Fuck Bunny—baby, this pussy too good—We can’t tell Suguru for a while, kay? He’ll want to fuck you too and this pussy is just f’me. Suguru gets all the pussy s’tell me you’ll keep yours f’er me. Thought you were broken but you just needed my cock this whole time—”

Burying your face in the sheets bashfully at the mention of Suguru, your cunt pulls more taut around Gojo’s cock.

“—FUHH, g-go out with me yeah, Bunny? Love you s’much—SHIIIIT—buy you whatever you want—t-take you where you want—this dick s’yours Bun Bun—all yours!”

Plunging into deeper if it were even possible Gojo’s blunted nails drug into the fat of your ass and hips, it wouldn’t scar but it would certainly add to the inevitable bruising. 

“I’ll never even look at a non 2D woman again as long as I have you as my lil’ onahole—shit I’ll never even buy one of those again unless it's in the shape of your pussy—F-FUCK, w-wait–y-you think we could get one made in the shape of your pussy–my girlfriend’s perfect pussy?!”

It’s too much—too overwhelming and your mind is slowly but surely being corrupted by Gojo. Otherwise the image of him whining while fucking a onahole casted from your cunt as he watches you finger yourself would have never in a million years popped into your mind. 

Determined to see you unhinged in every respect, Gojo didn’t want to deny you pleasure but if he had to be a little mean to you so you could finally be honest with him then so be it. 

Slowly pulling out, your expression is near frantic as you look back at him. Your mouth gaping and babbling nonsensically for him not for him to stop—you were so close.

Gojo simpers, relishing in your cute cockdrunk face scrunched with confusion from him pulling out so suddenly. 

“W-Words baby, c’mon I just spilled my heart out here!”

Your pussy weeps longingly for Gojo’s cock as your body shakes with a yearning begging to be filled again. 

God help you, you want him. 

You want him and his sinfully curved demon dick badly, it’s all you could think about—Not even remembering what life was like before he so perversely rearranged your guts.  However, not only did he know how to hit all your spots, he knew you—and despite him completely disregarding all of the rules you had initially set, he was the first guy who actually cared about how you felt during sex, even if he was a perverted otaku.

There was simply no use in denying it any longer. 

You caved.

Tears streaming down your face as you hiccupped your admission of affections for him, red-faced and flustered.

“S’toru, I-I’ll be your girlfriend—need you n’need your cock s’much—”

Pressing the side of your face against the mattress you bring a shaky hand through your legs, fingers slipping over your slick as you part your pussy lips—your vacant core exposed and fluttering, begging for him just as hard.

“—m’also you’re onahole T-Toru, I promise i’ll only fuck you, j-just please keep fucking me, i wanna cum on your cock, want your cum in me Toru baby!”

You might die from the shame of it all once you sober up from being utterly cockdrunk and stupefied but all you could think about right now was Gojo’s hard dick laying heavy pipe back into your cunt.

Something snaps in Gojo.

Head over heels for you now, Gojo knew from that moment on he’d never let you go. 

Real or 2D—no could compare to you in Gojo’s eyes. 

Toru finally found something he loved more than digimon—your perfect lil’pussy.

And he was going to show her how much he loved her right now.

Taking what was so graciously presented to him this time around, you’re short circuiting once he’s finally inside you again your most base needs being satiated turning you into a cockfiendish whore crying for him to fuck you harder as you grip his sheets like you could rip them apart. 

His strokes become more merciless, unrelenting on your pussy and Gojo leans his weight onto your back, legs bent crouching on top of you, his hips becoming manic they thrashed forward in short heavy thrusts to hammer you into the mattress.

Gojo himself is beyond gone. 

Disregarding all promises of mentioning otaku shit while he was wrecking your cunt.  

“Fuck bunny this feels better then what I thought Agnewomon’s pussy would be like— you'd look so sexy in that cosplay. Gonna have you dress up for me and show you off at cons. I’ll buy you whatever you want, anything, the whole fucking world yeah? Just fuck—wear those those vibrating panties while you cosplay too, you’d like that?”

You tightened groaning at his debauchery, something that was not missed at all by Gojo who by this point had fucked his own self dumb in your angelic cunt. White strands of his hair stuck to both of your faces as he tiled your head back so he could see how desperately those little hearts danced in your dilated pupils before they were reduced to nothing more than mere splotches whiting out your vision.

“Fuck u really are a slut huh bunny? Tightening at the thought of all those otaku perverts looking at you in that skimpy outfit while I control the buzzing on that lil clit. But they can’t have you—m’the only otaku pervert that knows how to make you cum!”

Delirious with melodic honeyed cries spilling from you, you just wanted him to stop talking—pointing out every single time your body responded to his ecchi tastes becoming your tastes and now just yearning for a taste of him. 

Reaching back you’re pulling him down to smash your lips together. Messy, but you could care as Gojo tried to swallow your tongue fucking his own into your mouth with a force that matched his cock. If fucking you was heaven then kissing you was nirvana—he’d give you the whole world if he could keep fucking you like this forever.

Gojo needs you to cum again soon as the feral need breed your tummy until it swells with his seed has him losing the little sanity he even had to begin with. A virgin until today he’d saved up so much waiting for your tight cunt this whole time. 

Moving his lips away from yours only for air, your chest heaves harmonies cries from his hand weaving under your bodies. Jittery fingers swiped frantically over your clit, hurling you towards your euphoric climax as his lips descend back upon yours.

“Cum Bunny—I got ya baby.”

Deliberately plowing himself harder against your cervix, your body seizes up releasing tension into pure white energy that you swore was pumping through your every vein as an extension of your pussy as his heavy load spurts to paint your walls and sear your insides as his thrusts continue to swill his seed inside you, pushing it further into your womb—-thank fuck for birth control.

However that was the last thing you remember before you go limp, temporarily blacked out as you swear you’ve transcended to a celestial plane of existence. One where all slutted out souls went to escape from the unearthly pleasure they’ve been tortured by. You don’t know how long you’ve been out but you're squirming as you come back to consciousness. Realizing your now back on your back as your hips involuntarily rocking against something thick and wet. 

When you finally manage to open your eyes you're greeted by Gojo tongue slurping at your clit and lapping up the cum oozing out of your battered hole like it was a refreshingly creamy bowl of kakigori. His hands embedded themselves into your thighs pinning them to the bed nibbling on your clit and having your already overstimulated core climaxing on his tongue once more.

Strings of your sticky nectar connect his tongue to your cunt as he looks up at you. Having the audacity to grin lovingly at you as if he didn’t look like a downright starved and deranged man with a sheen of shared fluids dribbling down his chin. He’s pussy drunk once again this time buzzed off the pungent yet sweet taste of his cum marinating in your creamy tenderized cunt.  

Gojo is cheesin’ at you like he’s found his favorite spot in the world—and he had as far as he was concerned.

“You said it was too messy, remember Bunny? The least I can do to make it up to you is scoop every drop out of your runny lil’ cunt with my tongue! What kind of boyfriend would I be to have all this cum soaking my Bunny’s slutty little thong and spilling down her thighs while out to dinner—so I decided to have mine a little early.”

FUCKING HELL—DINNER! What time was it?! 

Disordented, your head is fuzzy and you could feel the soreness settling in your muscles. You didn’t think you’d be able to get out of this bed in the next 24 hours, let alone make it to dinner—if you hadn’t already missed it! 

“Nnnn, n-not like I can go anymore Toru, s’all your f-fault!”

Your bruised lips poke out into pout. Gojo chuckles at you how cute you look and he rises up from between your thick thighs to boop you on the nose as he gazes adoringly at you.

“I know princess m’sorry—I already texted Shoko saying you couldn’t, don’t worry~~”

But your eyes widened as you were now fully worried. 

Worried as to what the fuck Gojo actually texted them! 

“T-Toru—”

“—I just told them you weren’t feeling well, was that okay?”

Quickly assuaging your fears—you can relax a bit for now (although you were sure you’d have a lot of explaining to do later) as Gojo pulls you to him again and softly kisses your neck, hands returning to your ass to rub soothing circles on your chaffed skin. 

Relaxing again floods sleep into your eyes. A welcome godsend honestly, so you can process everything that just happened, especially Gojo aggressively fucking a love confession out of you. 

“And m’sorry if I got carried away Bun… but you were so good for me, so fucking perfect! Just relax and I’ll take care of you! I’ll handle everything—for you and your nasty lil’ cunt. I love you both and I’ll keep both my pretty girls happy forever! I promise!”

Gazing at you with cartoonishly sparkling eyes, you have to look away from Gojo lest your ears altogether burn up in embarrassment from his shameless and yet a hundred percent earnest vocalization of affections that somehow still got your heart racing.

“—oh and my parents will be here tomorrow—we can tell them right? They will be so excited! They've been telling me since I was little I shouldn’t let you get away! Ooo! Ooo! Maybe now that we're dating they’ll let us use their sex dungeon! We need to think of a safe word though Bunny—”

Scarcely comprehending anything he is saying to you, your mind like your pussy had been fully liquified. Both ruthlessly corrupted by Gojo’s long otaku cock and pervy ass fantasies which is no surprise seeing as his family even owns a—

HOL’ THE ENTIRE FUCKUP—A SEX DUNGEON!?

Like a shot of caffeine directly into your veins your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you blink at him dumbfounded, mouth hanging open.  

“Doesn’t that sound fun, Bunny!? My parents are so cool! When I turned 18 my dad even gave me some of his rare and one-of-a-king hentai figures for my collection to get me started and then—”

Tuning him out you’re gagged at the unexpected revelations—and his parents always seemed like such charming n’ decent God fearing people too. Well known to be ruthless in the business world, but upstanding global philanthropists nonetheless.

Well the apple sure as hell didn’t fall too far from the sordid sex fiend tree, that was for damn sure!

Clearly you had no idea what you were getting yourself into or had unleashed by agreeing to be Gojo’s girlfriend. I mean, could no longer deny your growing feelings for him—plus he did just give you multiple back-breaking-terrifyingly-mind-numbing-earth-shattering-orgasms. Not to mention, you would definitely be getting one of every Hermes bag ever made if you wanted one—but at what cost?

Your Dignity? 

Self-respect? 

The right to call yourself a functional and contributing non-degenerate member of society?

Who knows really…

Although perhaps dating a Gojo, the next heir at that, you’d be too rich and highly regarded for people to even care (we’ll except for your friends giving y’all hell but you could eventually make peace with that).

You internally groan as the gentle touches on your bottom morph into lustful gropes and you know your brand new boyfriend would not be granting rest for your totally demolished lil’ pussy anytime soon unless you could distract him a bit.

“—Toru, Toru baby listen, please.”

Interrupting him, you muster the energy to put on the sweetest face you can manage in your exhausted state. 

And of course, Gojo, as always and yet unknowingly, tests the limits of your tolerance.

“Yes, my whittle Bunny, my kinky baby girl—hentai goddess divine?”

Gojo nuzzles your nose in an eskimo kiss as he showers you with ‘loving compliments’. 

Scrunching your face, you grit your teeth through your already weak smile to stop yourself from losing it at him referring to you as ‘hentai goddess divine’—y’all would definitely be having a talk about that as well as appropriate in-public pet names later though.

“Babyyyyy—I’m so sticky and sore, why don’t you be a good boyfriend and get stuff ready for us to take a bath, hm? Maybe find me something else to wear too, hm?”

You did need a bath and you calculated even with his energetic disposition it should take him at least 15-20 minutes to delegate the tasks and get everything together considering how huge his mansion was.

“Oh! Of course, of course! Just wait here! I’ll be right back, my ecchi angel.”

Brow-twitching you sit up to wave at him with another strained smile as he scrambles to put on pants and heads out of his room.

You sigh tiredly and make yourself comfy on his cloud like pillows. 

Thinking he’s finally left and you can savor some much needed time to make peace with what you got yourself into by agreeing to be the girlfriend of an otaku nerd like Gojo Satoru—

—when his head suddenly peaks back in the room with a sheepish look on his face.

“Heh, you know Bunny, was thinking—you really didn’t think I could code crack your cute lil’ cunt now did ya?”

Your eyes are closed but your fists are balling angrily gripping onto the pillows surrounding you.

“Don’t worry Bunny, yours is the only pussy my dick is digidestined for!”

With that, Gojo narrowly avoids the Agumon pillow plushie that is swiftly hurled at his head as he dashes away from the door, his merry yet hysterical laughter echoing through the halls.

©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.

⏭ a/n: this fic was wayyyy too long but i've been kinda mean to y'all gojo glazers lately rejoicing in your sorrows cause you are now miserable like the rest of us lmfao, so consider this y'alls bone :P tbh im kinda surprised this is the first full gojo fic i've written lol, it was fun tho cause otaku!gojo is a freak for pussy would drive you insane in all the right and wrong ways. i still have invisible man gojo and ceo/professor gojo planned tho (plus that frat boy satosugu request).

plug choso p3 next! (i promise!!!) taglist.

reblogs and comments are my life's blood ty ᥫ᭡ .ᐟ

I’d keep the baby😭

It’s my beloved Sukuna’s baby and he’s even gonna try to still make collage work with it💗💗💗

Omg imagine life decided you wanted to play on hard mode and give you twins

Oh Sukuna wrangling two kids sound hilarious

I had to shittly edit this rq just cuz it popped up in my mind🤣

College Boy!Sukuna accidentally knocking you up

A while ago, I saw a post that asked which of our faves accidentally knocks us up, and I answered it with "CollegeBoy!Sukuna." So here is the fic about that ;)

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). Fluff. College AU. Light angst with a happy end. 2k words. Pregnancy, mentions of Sukuna smoking a cigarette. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact. Divider@/plutism + dollsciples

"Damn, princess, how long does that shitty thing need?"

Sukuna has dropped his usual act of aloofness. For once, there is no teasing comment coming out of his mouth, no arrogant smirk, no flirty wink, and no charming look out of those beautiful maroon eyes. Your usually so arrogant and tough bad boy is scared shitless.

For the last few minutes, he has been playing with his tongue-piercing continuously, driving you almost insane with the constant noise of the metal barbell connecting with Sukuna's teeth. But you can't blame him. You are even more nervous than Sukuna.

You lean closer to the old couch table again, looking at the pregnancy test that's lying there, and your stomach twists painfully. There's a change now. A second line has appeared on the little test strip. You feel your heart drop.

The alarm on your phone goes off right at that moment, making you jump as you grab the test with shaky fingers. Holding the sheet with the instructions in the other hand, you read them feverishly as if you haven't already learned them by heart. As if you don't already know what the two lines mean!

Sukuna leans across the table, too,

"What does it say?"

But you only hear his voice muffled as if you are underwater. You stare at the two lines on the pregnancy test, feeling your head spin. Sukuna's large hand darts out and wraps around your trembling wrist, pulling your hand and the test towards him while repeating his question more urgently this time.

But you can't say anything and just throw the test in Sukuna's lap. He grabs it and stares at it, his maroon eyes going wide as comprehension dawns on his beautiful, tattooed face.

"Fuck."

That's all he says, and then he looks at you with wide eyes, shock and fear written all over his face. He looks younger somehow, like a scared little boy. His lips open, but no words come out. He closes them again and gulps hard.

And then Sukuna gets up from the couch and practically bolts from the small living room, walking so fast that he has reached the apartment door before you even realize what he's doing.

His large hand is already on the door handle, pushing it open when your mind finally catches up with what is going on, and you feel like tumbling into darkness.

Sukuna is going to run, isn't he? Of course, he's going to leave! Of course, a guy like him is only interested in having fun but no responsibility! Of course, he will always stay the bad boy who just likes to party and fuck and do whatever the hell he wants! And a pregnant girlfriend is the last thing he needs!

Your hands ball into fists. You're about to scream at him or cry or break down.

But before you can do any of that, Sukuna stops in the doorway.

He is standing there with his back to you, so tall that his hair is almost brushing against the doorframe. You watch him fumble ungracefully with his cigarettes in a way that is completely untypical for him, nearly dropping the pack and needing several tries to light a cigarette before he brings it to his lips with a shaky hand and takes a deep drag.

You let out a slow breath, slumping back against the couch.

He didn't leave.

Sukuna turns his head slowly to look at you over his broad shoulder. Suddenly, his eyes widen, and he bangs the door shut and quickly strides back to the small living area, bending down to hastily stub his cigarette out in the ashtray on the couch table.

"Shit, I forgot that I shouldn't smoke when you are...," he stops mid-sentence, and his eyes wander to your belly, "when you are... ah fuck..."

Sukuna runs a trembling, tattooed hand through his pink hair. You both stare at each other for a long moment, both unable to say the words out loud. But your mind screams them at you:

Pregnant. You are pregnant with Sukuna's baby!

You have no idea how it even happened. Were Sukuna and you not careful enough? Maybe too horny and too drunk after one of the various parties you went to? Did a condom rip, and you didn't realize it? Maybe if it was any other month, things would have gone differently, but you had exams and were in a constant state of stress. You simply didn't have the mind to worry about anything else but studying and then fucking like bunnies for stress relief!

You feel so stupid. You were always so sure that something like this would never happen to you. An accidental pregnancy was something that only happened to those girls in those trashy reality TV shows!

Well, now look at you.

Pregnant from your college sweetheart, the bad boy with the face tattoos. The guy you are head over heels in love with but who you didn't even dare bring home to your parents yet because they took one look at a picture of the two of you, saw Sukuna's tattooed face and his pink hair, and deemed him a troublemaker who will only drag their sweet daughter into the gutter with him. And now he even managed to accidentally knock you up, and it will just be the cherry on top!

Finally, the tears spill over, and a sob escapes your trembling lips. Instinctively, you hug yourself, but your arms get pushed away just a second later, when Sukuna is pulling you to your feet and into his strong, tattooed arms, pulling you against him, holding you so tight you find it hard to breathe.

His lips press against your forehead, leaving little kisses and murmuring against your skin,

"I am sorry for almost running out that door like a fucking coward. I'm sorry, baby."

"It's ok, Kuna. You stopped and came back. That's what counts. But... I... I am so scared."

You sniffle and press yourself against Sukuna's tall, muscular body, seeking the comfort of his broad chest and his strong arms, which feel like home, letting your tears soak Sukuna's t-shirt that smells like him, like cigarette smoke and cherry blossoms and his typical sexy cologne.

Sukuna's arms tighten around you, and he makes a choked-up sound that you have never heard from him before. You feel him gulp hard, and then he speaks up in that low, velvety voice that sounds so much more serious than ever before,

"I promise I won't run. We're in this together. I got scared, too, because I am not the dad type of guy. I don't even have any idea how a dad is supposed to be because I've never had one. I mean, fuck! I am a mess! I don't even know what I want apart from living in the moment, having fun, being with you, and spending time with my brother. But you're my girl, and I'll be damned if I leave you alone with this! I won't run, princess, I promise."

You hear a strange noise, only to realize that it is coming from your own mouth, a strangled sob. You snuggle closer against Sukuna's chest, hiding your face in his t-shirt, clinging desperately to him, overwhelmed with the situation. But he is there for you. He rests his chin on top of your head and holds you, swaying you slightly from side to side.

His low voice is calm when he asks,

"Do you want to keep it?"

"I... I didn't even have the right mind to think about it yet."

Sukuna nods, and his arms tighten around you,

"It's ok. Take your time. If you want to get rid of it, then I will drive you to the hospital and take care of you afterward. And if you decide to have the baby... then I will be a dad. I never imagined myself with a kid, but this is different. This is our baby. And I know what it's like to grow up without parents. I don't want that for my child. My grandpa did a pretty good job with Yuuji and me before he became sick, but it's not the same as having a mom and a dad, I think. I won't let that happen to our kid."

You let out a shaky breath, feeling a huge weight leave your shoulders at Sukuna's reassurance. You can see things a bit clearer now. And maybe it's not as hopeless as you thought.

Technically, you are old enough to be a mom, and you could just pause your studies for a semester or two and then return to your classes. Of course, things won't be as carefree anymore, and you will have a huge responsibility. On top of that, you really have no idea what life with a baby will be like. But you know now that you won't be alone with it.

You will have the boy you love by your side. No, you correct yourself, not the boy you love, but the man you love. Because the way Sukuna reacted so maturely and responsibly showed you that he isn't a boy anymore. He is a man. Your man. And you are even beginning to be able to imagine him as a dad. He is doing a pretty decent job as Yuuji's brother, too, after all, isn't he? Sure, Yuuji is the same age as Sukuna, but Sukuna still always acts like the big brother. So protective and caring, in a grumpy way, but sweet nonetheless.

Suddenly, the thought of a miniature version of Sukuna running around doesn't seem so scary anymore. You catch yourself wondering what your baby would look like if you decide to have it. Will it have Sukuna's eyes?

You lift your head to look up at him, and Sukuna's gaze meets yours. He looks deeply into your eyes, almost making you nervous with how intense those beautiful maroon eyes look at you,

"If you want to keep it, I will make damn sure you and the kid have it good. I promise you, princess. I am not going to run like some loser. I will learn everything about taking care of a child and how to be a dad and get my shit together. I will even stop smoking. I just... I love you, and this will be our little family, and I will fucking protect it with my life! We will make this work. We can move in together. We can ask Yuuji to babysit, and I can take the little gremlin to classes with me. I had someone do that in my history class, you know? Had his ugly little brat in a baby carrier. I could do that, too. Only difference is that our baby will be super pretty, of course."

You chuckle softly despite the shock, a mix of a sob and a laugh, feeling lighter now that you know your boyfriend will be there for you.

"I love you too, Sukuna. Thank you."

"No need to thank me. We will get through this together, no matter what you decide."

You snuggle against Sukuna's tall, muscular body and smile shakily up at him, sure that your pupils must have transformed into little hearts from the way your chest feels as if it's overflowing with love for your boyfriend. Your arrogant, rude, bad boy of a boyfriend, who, deep down, is such a good guy for the people he loves.

You smile and get on your tiptoes to press a kiss to Sukuna's tattooed jaw, a tender lingering touch, before you tell him softly,

"Let's sleep over it for a night or two, and then we'll decide what to do. But either way, I want you to know that you sound like you would be an amazing dad. I guess having your baby would be quite nice."

You can see Sukuna's gaze soften, and then he smirks that attractive smirk at you and pulls you even closer against him, leaning down so his lips brush over yours when he says,

"Let's see if you will still say that when the little brat turns out to be anything like me. I wasn't an easy child."

And you laugh and reach up to ruffle Sukuna's pink hair affectionately, tangling your fingers in the soft, pink strands,

"Well, how lucky that I have you by my side to look after Sukuna Number 2 then."

You feel Sukuna grin against your lips, and then he kisses you, slow and tender, and you practically melt against him.

You are still nervous but not as scared anymore. Sukuna is right: You are going to do this together. No matter what, you have Sukuna by your side. And, even though he doesn't look like it, your bad boy is actually a good man.

And maybe your decision is already made because the mental image of Sukuna going to class with a baby carrier strapped to his broad chest just won't leave your mind anymore.

SIGHHHHHH I think I would want his baby 😭

Thank you so much for reading! I love the mess that CollegeBoy!Sukuna is. He is very dear to me 💗 I am so proud of him for being so mature about this!! A good man and a good soon-to-be daddy.

In my head, I was singing "Papa, don't preach" the whole time while writing this ;)

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

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This was really cute I love the budding relationship. She’s a lil dummy and Feitan is Feitan and it’s works so adorably

I also feel like maybe when they were younger they did like an anime style “When I’m older imma marry you” type thing and that’s why he’s so set on being with her and she just doesn’t remember at least that’s the vibes I get from it

I love it, it was short but I love this

Can you see me too?

feitan x reader

Summary:

“Can you see me too?” He leans in slightly, your hands still in his.    You don’t know how to actually answer that. You’re looking right at him so that can’t be what he means. Or that you see him everyday at school. Feitan is asking something deeper, something you were probably wrong about.    “I’m learning too, Feitan.”

tw: mention of violence, drugs, fluff. ooc Feiten? a VERY quick write might be mistakes

“Dismissed.”

You stretch your legs before getting up. It’s happening again, that heavy feeling that creeps up on you. This has been happening a lot and you don’t like it. The chill is running up your back, making you stiff. Quickly, you gather your things and leave. Being one of the first ones out of the class, the sensation of someone’s eyes leaves. 

  Taking a deep breath, you begin to relax for a moment. Lately, someone’s been watching you and you are too afraid to see who it is. At first, you wanted to turn around and spot the gremlin. However, the person who was next to you had fear in his eyes when he looked over your shoulder. After seeing that, you gave up that idea. Especially when you had a feeling of who it or they were. 

   Being a senior, there is a group that grew up with you in elementary before you moved away for some time. Unfortunately, rather than just be normal human beings, the rumors say otherwise. Shady shit that’s illegal and atrocious. Violence and blood paint their fingertips like polish, the red not leaving without prayer for the sin. And possibly, if the rumors are true, the drugs that leave the addicts and the curious in a trance.

  At first, you just addressed them by their names since you all went to school together. But by the time everyone went into high school, they collectively were called the Phantom Troupe, or the Spider. You want to laugh at the name of their little gang since they were big nerds back in the third grade plays. 

Their acting troupe name.

Hearing it for the first time, you didn’t take it seriously until you saw it with your own eyes. Each of them ganged up on a group from another school. The Troupe was vicious and merciless. Only a few witnessed the fight, you being one of them on accident. You barely saw what scared the hell out of everyone. 

  Someone lost their eyes. You could see a few moments of the fight but you missed that gruesome part. And thank God you did. 

After that, you became fearful and no longer saw them as the kids that shared a class with you since kindergarten. 

  Now, the eyes that have been watching you everyday, you are sure it belongs to one of them. Or maybe that one stiff doll-like guy Illumi? Or the Troupe’s newest member that is the biggest flirt and an absolute freak, Hisoka. 

   When people talk to you, they must see who's watching. The reactions are all the same. Even your friend who is quick to grab you and lead you away from the stalker. 

  Did you do something wrong? Are they after you or something? Want to sell you some drugs? That little one with the long hair, Kortopi, always stands in the corners watching everyone whenever he’s not with his gang. You’re sure he’s the main dealer. Just look at him.

   So badly do you want to turn around and stomp into the classroom and demand who the fuck has been staring at you. Alas, it’s not a smart move. At least not right now. After you put your school shoes in your cubby, you feel it again. That cold intensity that causes you to shiver. For the first time, you feel it closer. Like, a few feet away type thing. 

   You shove your regular shoes on and take off out the door, not bothering to wait and say goodbye to your friend. On your way home, you still feel the eyes on you. This is exhausting beyond belief. This is worse than gym class. 

  How long can this person keep this up? Why are they watching you in the first place? Do they just want to talk to you and they’re too shy? If that’s the case, you’d show some leniency since you can be a bit of a shy bug, too. 

   As you turn the corner and see the small, family owned diner to your left, the eyes disappear. You walk faster with a light and peppy step. They could have gone home and abandoned the stalking.

   Suddenly, you’re against a tree with someone’s arms placed firmly against it, trapping you. The sun has decided to shine brightly and highlight his face. It is none other than Feitan Portor. 

   Never have the two of you been so close. Not friendly or physically. His lower face is covered by a cowl for some reason and his eyes are, surprisingly, looking like they’re different colors. They’re dark, but one is slightly deeper. His cheekbones are defined and right on top are slight freckles against his ghostly pale skin. 

   Words are stolen for what feels like minutes. Finally, your fears get the best of you. 

“Oh my God…you want to sell me drugs?” You are on the verge of crying when he has narrowed eyes. “My mom’s gonna be so mad at me. I don’t want drugs!”

  “Fei, is this her?” A tall blond, Phinks, if you remember right, comes around the corner with extremely light steps. The rest of the Troupe appear too. “No, God no. Don’t sell me drugs!”

They all stop and look at you. Each bearing an expression fit for a sitcom scene.

  “She’s not allowed to be high. Look at her, she’s the paranoid type.” The biggest one, Uvo, states. “She’s gonna turn herself in for something she didn’t even do.”

Dear Lord, they already know how high you’d be? What are they planning? You can’t go home like that. 

   Portor says nothing. He doesn’t even bother to ask which drug you’d want. Phinks steps forward. “Look, Fe-”

“Oh God…I don’t have money! Stopping giving me drugs.” Tears well in your eyes and you shake your head slowly, facing the ground.  

“We didn’t…give you anything? No one wants to give you drugs. Trust me.” You hear someone promise.

“Why you here?” He asks with his whispery voice. 

“Because I was going home and you-” He shuts you up with one look. 

They talk among themselves while Feitan Portor doesn’t move himself away from you. Your mom is going to be pissed if you come with drugs. 

“Is it crack?” You whisper. “For God’s sake-stop that! No one is going to give you anything!” Machi puts her hand on her hips as she yells at you. 

  “Is it, like, a toe? An eyeball? Please no, no-”

Porter’s soft voice cuts through yours. “Stop.”

“Mom’s going to be so mad at me if I have a random toe again.” You try to wiggle out from his trap with no avail. 

   He grabs your head. “Enough,” He turns around to face his friends, covering you. Well, somewhat since he’s on the smaller side. “Go.” 

Immediately you realize that command is for you, and you take off.

---

 

  The next day is no better. He is still staring at you but at a closer distance. He moved someone from their seat just to sit behind you. And at lunch, he sat at another table facing you. He must want something, especially when he barely shows up for school. And now he does? 

  It’s drugs or blackmail. Murder? 

Before the day was even over, the principal called for an assembly. Begrudgingly, you enter the gym and stay close to the edge rather than the stairs. You look around for your friend but find Portor next to you instead. His thigh touches yours contently. There is not a single thing out of place with him. He looks like this is normal, regular for you two to be this close. Everyone else has a few inches between them yet he wants to be glued to you. 

   You say nothing to object. In the corner sits your friend. She “subtly” points her finger at him and mouths what he’s doing. You can’t make any sudden movements or he’ll notice. 

  “You answer her?” His voice is so soft, almost drowned out from the teenagers that the principal slowly reins in. Lucky for him, his mouth is close to your ear. 

“No need. It’s, um, like, right here. She can see this.”

He furrows his brows and asks, “Is it bad?”

You shift awkwardly, fully realizing that you’re brushing up against him. “N-no, just surprising. I mean, we haven’t talked since elementary.”

  He looks forward and says with confidence, “That change. We talk now.” 

Why? 

The principal goes on about the violence in school and how it will not be tolerated. If this continues, he will sort out that police will patrol the school. You side eye Feitan Portor who still wears his cowl covering his lower face but cannot hide his smile. 

   You’re scared. 

When the assembly is over, you jump up and try to walk down the seats rather than pass Portor to go to the stairs. A teacher yells to stop walking on the benches. You ignore her completely and blend with the crowd. Your heart is pounding. You rub your chest in an attempt to calm it. Suddenly, you feel something pressed against you right as you are seconds away from the door. 

  “God!” You shout as you see that he is right next to you with his hands in his jacket’s pockets. “Let’s go.”

“W-what about your friends? They gotta be looking for you.” He walks towards you, causing you to press against the wall and walk to the door. It’s like he’s herding you out the door. You walk stiffly next to him. The sun is hiding behind the clouds, causing the shadows to emphasize his paleness. 

  Your bag and book is snatched out of your hand. He’s carrying it and continues to walk. “H-hey!”

“Walk.” Why is he carrying your stuff? Is it collateral or something? He’s holding them hostage? Oh God, what if he wants you to do something illegal or sexual in exchange for your stuff?

  Quietly, the two of you walk to that familiar tree. “Where’s your home?”

No, no, he can’t walk you home. He’ll know where you live and that would be awful. Him having that kind of information? That’s deadly. “I-I can go the rest of the way. You probably have to head home too.” 

  You reach for your things. “No. Where is it?”

“I don’t have one.” You lie. The things he could do with your address…Lord have mercy. “Lie. Where is it? I take you home.”

  “I can go-”

“(Y/n).” He remembers your name? You remember his because so much has happened and the whole class were friends. Since you didn’t talk when you moved back this year, you didn’t think he’d remember you. 

  “Portor…”

“I walk you.” Too scared, you just agree and walk to your house with the short guy in tow. Your house comes to view. “Oh, your dad’s?”

  “How did-”

“Pool?” Your eyes dart around until you remember that you hosted a pool party once. There was a slip and slide, a kiddie pool, and sprinklers. Everyone had fun and sandwiches and chips. A few of your classmates didn’t have swimsuits so your dad had them wear old shirts for them so they could play too. Now that you think of it, he was one of those that didn’t have anything. 

  “I can’t believe you remember that.” Everything to do with your dad is mostly tucked away from your mind. Portor bringing up a memory that you vowed to cherish makes you remember how much fun everything was. It was so long ago, though. Times and people change regularly. There is no reason to hold onto a memory that didn’t last long enough, right?

  “I remember that what’s-his-name slid right through the slip and slide and into the fence.” You snap your fingers repeatedly trying to remember his name. Feitan is still friends with him. 

 “Bonolenov. He wore bandages for a while.” 

“Ah, I remember that. It still didn’t slow him down.” The two of you stand there in silence. “Well, this is me. Thanks for walking me home.”

  You reach for the bag but he walks out of your reach and heads to the door. His steps are so quiet they don’t even disturb the bugs that tread along the sidewalk to your house. 

  He stops at your door, waiting for you. “I walk you home. Not on the sidewalk.” Even though he’s surrounded with violence and blood, you can’t deny that this is sweet. Suspicious as hell, but sweet nonetheless.

  “Thank you Portor.” You bounce on your feet. “It was nice talking to you.” And for reminding me of that sunny memory.

When you finally finish the day, you don’t feel as scared as you did for some reason. 

--

  “So…what’s going on? Where’s your shadow?” Your friend whispers lowly. There is a nice breeze that refreshes the overheated students. Unfortunately, there is a terrible heat advisory that is really showing its head. You have a loose blue tank top on and blue jeans which you wished you’d traded for something shorter. If this heat is making you wear a tank top and wish for shorts or a skirt, then it is hotter than satan’s breath. 

  Speak of the devil and he’ll appear, cutting right through the crowd of students under the shade, Chrollo and his posse silently intimidate those who hid under the leaves of the school’s trees. You can’t help but roll your eyes. They throw their weight around like a 1950s gang with leather jackets and a comb to fix their over gelled hair. Hell, Chrollo actually looks like the part. 

  Your friend groans next to you and fans herself and you do the same. The principal is expecting too much. You and the rest of the crowd are liable to run back inside if they don’t finish this fire drill. 

  “It isn’t a drill, you know.” She whispers yet again. You turn to her, confused. “What’re you talking about?”

   “Do you wonder why they were the last ones out?”

  “What do you think happened?” She shrugs. “I have no idea. But it’s suspicious. People are whispering about this. I mean, isn’t it weird? This happens right after the assembly that was basically for them?”

  You contribute to her curiosity. “Not to mention the lack of patrols…”

“Oh no, there were some. Where are they now, though? They were here this morning.”

  You want to change the subject. For some reason, you do feel a slight sliver of protectiveness towards them due to the memories. “This fucking heat. I can’t take this…”

  Then, a shadow stands in front of you. “Come.”

“No.” She grabs your wrist, frowning at Portor. She doesn’t trust him at all. Honestly, she has a right not to. All of the rumors that are whispered through the walls surround him like a blanket. And his demeanor doesn't help his case. “Why?” You cut in. 

  “Come with me.” Everyone is staring at the exchange. “This isn’t funny, Portor. Pick on someone else.” 

  You put your other arm around her protectively. “Um, I’ll go. It’s fine.” You try to reassure her in some kind of way. “Then I’m coming too. What’s one more person?”

 His cowl isn’t very good at hiding his expressions. He leads the two of you without a word. Under the tree is so much cooler than you expected. You feel bad for the others. 

   “Don’t worry, there are no drugs.” Phinks says, causing his other friends to laugh at your expense. 

“What’s he talking about?” Your friend leans in and “whispers”.

“They tried to make me take drugs.” You answer. Honestly, you can’t get over that. Not the drug part but how he trapped you against a tree. It was scary and unexpected. 

“No we didn’t!” Machi or Mochi corrects with her hands on her hips. Your friend rolls her eyes at her. Normally, your friend is a little on the timid side. But when it comes to these guys, she shows her dislike as if she doesn’t shake when ordering food. 

   Portor tugs you down to the ground for you to sit. Your legs are at the side of you, curled. The normally timid friend sits in between you and Portor. “I don’t trust him…” 

“You can’t whisper at all.” You tell her. She looks offended and pouts. The only noises are the few murmurs among the schoolmates and the subtle wind in the air. Still, there has been no word from the teachers. Perhaps your friend was right. 

   “Move.” Portor’s voice is soft yet firm. He stares directly at your friend with an indifferent expression. She scoffs and answers with a no. “Absolutely not.”

  “Babe, I don’t think this is a good idea.” You actually whisper. She turns to you wearing a frown. “And these people have good ones?”

  “You have no idea.” Bonolenov says. You can’t tell if he’s joking or not. There is a tense feeling in the atmosphere that reminds you of anxiety. That fight or flight response that just won’t go away as you sit in front of them. 

  “Babe…please do what he says.” You squeeze her hand once. With nonverbal agreement, she moves over for him to sit next to you. “I sit here, okay?”

  “Okay, Portor.” Your friend glares at everyone. She is rightfully suspicious of everyone. There are so many negative things said that taints their image. And their teasing isn’t doing them any favors against the allegations. 

  Your thighs touch his on accident. The wind gives a harsh blow, slightly moving his cowl. You spot a flush on his cheeks.  “Are you hot? Why not take this off?”

  You give light tugs to his jacket. “No.”

“This?” You gently move the fabric from his face. His cheeks are warm and have a youthful roundness to them. “There’s no reason to bake in the sun.”

He removes it then to your surprise, gives it to you. You thank him and don’t mention that his face is red. If you were vain, you’d think it’s because of you. But the sun is out and it’s hot. 

Your friend is bug eyed at the sight with her head cocked slightly.

  “So, this has been weird. We’re going home.” She picks you up by your arm and makes way out of the shade. You are quickly pulled towards your shadow. “Go away.”

  “Portor…”

“And leave her with you? ” She points to him. His face hardens and before anyone can make a move, you rush to intervene. “It’s alright!” You say a little too quickly and grab his hand and leave. She shouts at you as you run away. “Toots! Are you crazy?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” You yell back at her. “If you live that long! He even smells insane!”

  “ Bye!”

--

You take him and run, completely sure that you’re safe. Maybe it’s because he was nice to you and remembered the pool party. It could be how quiet he is, not needing to fill the silence. It’s relaxing that way. 

   “Here we are.” You stop in front of your house again. The plain beige paneling and the lackluster decor. The lawn needs to be mowed, you note. 

 Just as you are about to head inside your home, he grabs your hand and leads you away. His hands have calluses on them and are bigger than yours. They are paler than the upper part of his face, too. He puts them in his pockets and occasionally wears gloves, so that could be the culprit. 

   You turn around and look back at your house. Feitan squeezes your hand roughly and yanks you. You frown and debate on tugging it free. Like he read your mind, he pulls you closer. His already thin eyes squint in suspicion. 

  The little shop is small and has large windows with writing on them. The drawings are clearly done by kids. A sun in the upper corner, a tiny snowman with a large nose and a crooked hat, and so many more. 

  The bell dings when the two of you open the door. The old man at the counter perks up at the sound and smiles widely at you. 

 “Well aren’t you cute!” The old man coos. The apples of his cheeks are red and his smile makes his laugh lines more prominent, a testimony of the joy in his life. His brown eyes are small but they have a twinkle in them. He reminds you of Old Saint Nick but without the beard. 

   Portor holds two fingers up. “Crepe.” The old man puts his hand on his chin then leans into Portor’’s ear. The old baker doesn’t notice the glare he’s getting or the danger leaking from him. 

“How about you two share?” He whispers. Portor side eyes the old man. The guy clicks his tongue and finger guns at Portor. All the while, he remains silent. 

 “What flavor?” 

“Um, what would you like?” You don’t know if he likes the same thing as you. He answers with confidence. “Chocolate. You like chocolate.”

  “Well, how about the lover’s special? It’s the right amount of sweet and pretty, just like your lady.” Your cheeks get warm and you instinctively cover them. 

  “My lady would like something to drink.” My lady. Just what is he getting at? You haven’t talked to him since the science fair or a play, maybe? Nah, he’s probably being sarcastic because of what the old man said.

  “One lover’s twist, coming up.” 

You see a table and walk towards it then are interrupted by the older man who decides to direct you to a red booth that has a rounded top. If you were to look at it right, it’d remind you of a heart. “The lighting is better over here, if I may.”

  Portor sits in front of you as quiet as ever. “Why did you want to come here? I’m sure you and your friends have something to do.”

Something illegal, no doubt. 

Portor taps his fingers on the table. His eyes snap to yours when he catches you staring at his long fingers. 

  “You know already.” You frown and think back. You don’t have a clue and he’s looking at you expectantly. Right before you could ask some more questions, the old man brings out the crepe and a shake that has a cherry on top with two straws coming out of the tall glass. You thank him and dig into the shake first. As you are sipping, Portor does the same. In the corner of your eye, you see the old man trying to make it seem like he isn’t paying attention to you. 

  You take a small bite of the crepe. The flavor bursts in your mouth. The sweetness isn’t too sweet but does hit the spot. You take another bite and chew slowly, realizing that Portor hasn’t touched it. Then, you feel the pad of his thumb brush across the corner of your mouth. 

  Your cheeks are on fire. “I’m sorry. I’m a messy eater, that’s why I was going slow.” 

   His face holds no expression. The weird and heavy feeling makes you uncomfortable. “Sorry if I disgusted you.” 

“No. You okay.” Eating in front of people has made you a little insecure over the years. Your dad was a messy eater and you got that from him. “Thank you, Portor.”

He stops eating mid chew when you two hear sniffles. The old man at the counter wipes his eyes. “So cute…so many memories.” He whispers.

-

   Afterwards, he walked you home with your hand in his, guiding you back. This entire thing has been so, so weird. Yet it feels…right? Casual or normal. Nothing feels out of place except for the fact that he’s dangerous and scary. It is the shock of randomness that gets you. Walking you home, sitting next to you, and the amount of staring is so jarring it’s a fright on its own. 

   The anxiety is what you’ve been feeling under his intense stare is like being the center of attention under a microscope. It is uncomfortable. However, the heat in your cheeks isn't from embarrassment as he links his fingers through yours. 

   “Thank you for the crepe, Portor.”

“ Feitan. Not Portor.” You smile and hum, missing how his cheeks are pink and eyes twinkle for the first time in years. It’s cute.

  You come across your house once again, already dreading going inside to face your parent’s wrath for being late and not wanting this day to end. “I had fun, Feitan.” 

  He’s still holding your hand like it’s something precious he stole. “Me too.”

You don’t make a move to let go and neither does he. You know you should. You should be running away from him. A drug dealer, fighter, gangster, maybe even a murderer or at least will be one. You should pull away. You shouldn’t have entertained this for so long. 

 Yet you feel content? Happy? Comforted, maybe? There’s a word for it but you don’t know the answer right now. Not when he takes your hand and places a delicate kiss on your knuckle. 

  So, that’s why. He likes you. As in, like-like. You smile wide and try to hide your face. You’d never thought he’d have a crush on you or anyone for that matter. How sweet this is and what a cherished memory it will be. 

  And to think, that old man understood before you did. 

“Boss said you like that. It’s in books.” Boss? He must mean Chrollo. “Yeah, I do. It’s not everyday I’m treated like this.”

  He says nothing for a moment. A moment you cherish so you can regain your thoughts and attempt to stop you from being so flustered. So you can actually see him clearly. His eyes are shiny and his face is slightly flushed. You finally notice that his hair wasn’t in its usual state. Long and slightly unkempt. Instead, it looks smoother and better brushed. 

This is a date. 

Your first date. Is it his, too?

“I can see you everyday. You smile nice.” He says. His voice is still quiet and now even moreso, wanting to hide the compliment. “You have a nice smile too.”

“Feit-”

“Can you see me too?” He leans in slightly, your hands still in his. 

  You don’t know how to actually answer that. You’re looking right at him so that can’t be what he means. Or that you see him everyday at school. Feitan is asking something deeper, something you were probably wrong about. 

  “I’m learning too, Feitan.” You are. In a short amount of time you’ve seen something different. Something that was hiding in plain sight. There are still reservations because of what he does. But that’s it. It isn’t him that holds you back, it is the rumors and the fights. From what you see, this side of Feitan is sweet. This moment is something you’ll keep and hope for more of them. 

  You can see him. 

He kisses your knuckle again. “A start.”

---

Love this so much💗

I can’t wait to see where it goes

I can just see the possibilities

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XO pt.1

“In the darkest night hour

I search through the crowd

Your face is all that I see,”

synopsis: a fellow classmate offers to pay you to teach him how to have sex only things get far more complicated than you could’ve anticipated

pairing: virgin choso x fem! reader

content MDNI 18+: onlyfans, angst, fluff, fingering, light choking, sex 101, sexual conversations, virgin choso, oral (m receiving), dacryphillia, overstimulation, college au

Most people have always considered you a smart girl, but even smart girls make stupid choices.

You’ve always been confident in your sexuality, so confident you didn’t see the harm in profiting off of it. You had made your twitter and onlyfans a few months ago and though it’s not famous, it has built some traction. You never show your face, too afraid of the consequences that would inevitably follow but you’re desperate for money. So desperate that when your fellow classmate Choso Kamo approached you with the most absurd question, you ultimately decided yes.

“Will you teach me how to have sex?”

The question rings in your ear, you blink at him and laugh. You instantly regret it by the embarrassed expression that takes over his features.

“Why would you ask me that?” You question as he follows you out of your lecture hall. You’re familiar with choso in the sense that you two have a few classes together.

“I heard about what you do, I’m willing to pay” he says and you stop in your tracks, head turning sharply to stare menacingly at him.

“What I do? What is it that you think I do?” you ask, your voice extremely defensive.

“I saw your twitter, I recognized the butterfly tattoo on your back”he says scratching the back of his neck and you feel dread. You must of forgotten to photoshop it out.

“So are you going to blackmail me?”you ask, voice cracking.

“What? No! I just figured you could help me. I haven’t told anyone about it and I won’t ever” he assures as you start to walk and he falls in step beside you.

“To teach you how to have sex?”you ask making his cheeks turn red. His hair covers his face like a curtain and you feel amused, he looks like he could beat the shit out of someone for just looking at him funny but here he is implying he’s a virgin. You eye the sleeve tattoo that paints the skin of his right arm to the metal rings on his fingers. He’s extremely sexy, you can’t lie but who the fuck asks someone that.

“Yeah…”he says and you can’t help but laugh again.

“I’m sorry, I’m just having an extremely hard time believing you’re a virgin” you admit and he frowns, it’s odd that this man two times your size can make something look utterly adorable but he does.

“Why do you want that anyways?” you ask skeptical as you make your way toward the library.

“There’s this girl I’ve been talking to, we aren’t dating but it’s obvious she wants to do stuff but I don’t want to fuck it up”he confesses making your brows raise as he follows you between the bookshelves into the fantasy section.

“So your idea of impressing the girl you like is by having sex with another girl?”you ask skeptical and slightly appalled.

“It’s complicated, she’s talking to other people but I really like her and I know she likes me”he says as your fingers graze over the spines of the books.

“I don’t know, I’ve never been put in this situation before and I hardly know you. I’m not the kind of girl that just goes sleeping with strangers” you say turning to face him.

“I’ll pay you, you’d be helping me and once it’s done you’ll never hear from me again,” he offers.

“How much of my content did you see?” you ask feeling self conscious for some reason. On twitter you simply post pictures in lingerie, onlyfans is another story though.

“Just your twitter, it was in my suggested” he admits, embarrassed. You’re doing slightly well for yourself now that you started onlyfans but extra money wouldn’t kill you.

“If I say yes, then there has to be rules and I get $350 per lesson” you say and he simply shakes his head which surprises you. He must really like this girl.

“One, no means no which goes both ways. Don’t push me to do something I’m not comfortable with and I won’t either. Two, absolutely no one can ever know about this. Three, I get paid directly after each lesson. And finally four, we can only do this on Fridays” you say.

“Okay that’s fine, there’s no rush” he says and pulls out his phone, he hands it to you to see a new contact waiting so you type in your name and number, hoping you don’t regret this.

The first Friday rolls around and you’re embarrassed to admit you’re nervous. You’re not by any means a virgin but this just feels wrong and strange. The feelings grows worse when Choso shows up at your apartment.

It’s extremely awkward when you let him in, both of you looking anywhere but eachother.

“You a horror fan?”he asks looking at the horror movie posters that line the walls of your living room to the shelf filled with horror movies.

“Yeah,” you say as he walks infront of your Suspiria poster.

“What’s your favorite horror movie?”he asks and you have to think because there’s simply too many.

“Currently Evil Dead Rise, made my skin crawl in the best way” you admit.

“It was pretty good, mines Saw” he says which isn’t too surprising.

There’s a meow and something crawls itself between his legs, tail wrapping around his ankle. He looks down and starts to pick her up.

“Oh she doesn’t like to be picked u-“ you say watching him lift your cat and she purs, nuzzling her face into his neck. He laughs at her affection and your eyes widen.

“She hates for anyone that’s not me to touch her” you explain.

“Animals love me, what’s her name?”he asks.

“Clover” you say watching the brown Persian cat make heart eyes at him.

“Cute” he says as you clasp your hands together, knots growing in your stomach from nerves.

“So, should we start?”you ask and he nods setting Clover down and following you to your bedroom.

Your rooms more muted than the rest of the apartment, you’re still decorating after only moving in a month ago.

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed and you cross your arms, staring at him.

“So have you kissed anyone?” you ask and he’s silent making your stomach churn. You feel like a super villain about to steal his innocence. He’s too hot to have never kissed someone.

“It just never happened, I just kept to myself in highschool and girls terrified me,” he confesses making your eyes soften.

“It’s okay, I just want to make sure you really want to go through with this. There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin, and if a girl truly likes you then she won’t have a problem with that. If we continue I’ll basically be your first everything, to a lot of people that’s serious”you inform and he looks up at you with a shrug.

“It’s fine, it’s just sex”he says, you don’t agree but it’s his choice.

“Okay so let’s just work on kissing for now” you say sitting beside him. His smell is intoxicating like mahogany teakwood with hints of vanilla. You’re trying to keep your composure because it’s just a kiss but you can’t help the nerves you feel. You shove them down and close your eyes.

You wait for what feels like minutes before they open and he’s just staring at you, you can’t help the laughter that bursts out of you.

“Choso, this is where you kiss me”you explain, watching his calm demeanor crumble into one of fright. It’s strange to be doing this with someone you don’t have feelings for, Choso attractive but you’ve at least had some sort of talking stage and feelings before doing this.

“Want me to kiss you?”you ask and he nods making you sit up on your knees to face him. You’re so much smaller than him, it makes him nervous.

Your hands grip his cheeks gently and close your eyes, pressing your lips to his. You hold it for a few seconds before pulling away. His lips are incredibly soft and plump, not like a lot of the guys you’ve kissed before.

“Kisses like that are more about affection to me, making out is more skilled more sensual” you explain to him.

“Can we makeout?”He asks and you smile, his softness and innocence mixed with his scary appearance only makes him so much more cuter.

“I was so bad about making out my first time, but just do what feels natural. I’m gonna let you initiate it” you say watching his hands shake slightly as they mimic your earlier actions and cup your cheeks in his hands.

His hands are freezing as you close your eyes giving him a few seconds to work up the courage to kiss you. You smile feeling his lips meet yours, it’s hesitant but soft.

He tenses when your tongue licks his lips and pokes at his mouth. He hesitantly opens his mouth and your tongue glides against his. He tastes like strawberries and it’s addicting but what surprises you is the tongue piercing.

His hands leave your face to squeeze your hips tightly, it makes you squeak but you pull yourself closer to him, hands moving to grip the back of his head, fingers tingling with his hair. He’s a fast learner because he’s dominating you, his mouth moving against yours like he wants to possess you. The piercing seems to only heighten the feeling.

You slowly crawl into his lap without breaking the kiss, he’s too into it to notice.

Reluctantly you pull away, needing air. A string of salvia connects your swollen lips as you take deep inhales before wiping it away.

He’s hard underneath you which he seems to notice because he’s starts to panic.

“Fuck I’m sorry” he says breathlessly and you shake your head.

“It’s okay, I get turned on from kissing too. You did really good though better than me my first time” you say making him blush.

“I liked it” he says and you laugh.

“I could tell, I was scared you were gonna be those people that kiss with their eyes open” you confess and now he laughs.

“Honestly I was but yours were closed so I followed you” he admits making you laugh.

“Yeah don’t do that or you’ll scare her,”you say making him nod.

“Want to try again or something else?” You ask. He’s incredibly shy, too afraid to answer.

“Choso, this is about you. Just tell me what you want,” you say gently.

“I don’t know it just feels rude if I ask, I don’t want to disrespect you” he says feeling guilty making your brows raise.

“Okay, then I’ll ask” you say moving your hand between you two to the bulge in his pants. He inhales and stiffens, looking down at your hand.

“Do you want me to touch you here?” you ask and he nods.

“With my hands?” You ask.

“No,”.

“Then with what?”you question.

“Your mouth” he answers and you climb off of him.

“You sure?” you ask and he nods making you drop to your knees. Your hearts pounding, even though you knew this would come, it still didn’t feel real till now.

He watches your every every move as you unbuckle his belt, black nails dragging his zipper down.

“Can you stand? It’ll be better that way”you say and he nods.

“If I tap your thigh that means it’s too much okay?”you ask.

“Okay” he says looking down at you, the look sending heat between your thighs. Fingers grip the waist band of his pants and slowly drag them down revealing muscular thighs, there’s no way he doesn’t workout.

He steps outside of his pants once they hit the ground and he stares awkwardly at the ceiling making you giggle. No bodies ever made you laugh this much without the use of words, he’s amusing to say the least.

He looks down at you frowning and you shake your head. “I’m sorry, you’re just incredibly funny without even trying” you say.

“I think you just find everything funny” he says fingers tapping nervously at his thighs.

“Trust me, it’s very hard to make me laugh” you say placing your hand over his to stop his nervous tapping.

“We don’t have to do this, there’s always next week or never. I honestly thought you’d maybe give up after the kiss” you say and he shakes his head.

“No, I’m serious about this. I just can’t help but be nervous” he confesses and you smile up at him.

“Just relax, if you want to stop just say the words. It’s just us and I’m not going to judge you” you assure letting go of his hand and he nods.

His eyes find yours when your fingers grip the waist band of his boxers, in all honesty you both are nervous now. You slowly pull them down and he tenses, he stared straight ahead at your tv too scared to see your reaction.

You’re grateful because your eyes widen at the sight of him, you’ve seen plenty of dicks and the word pretty has never come to mind till now. He’s thick and long, with a few veins and beads of precum pooling at the tip. He shutters when you gently wrap your hand around what you’re able to, your fist too small to completely grip him. He’s painfully hard and hot to the touch.

“Look at me, eye contact is everything” you tell him making him look down at you.

Your tongue laps at the precum and he hisses, hands curling into fists at his sides.

“You can touch me, grip my hair if you need to” you tell him, feeling him hesitantly thread his fingers through your hair. You give him little kitten licks, testing the waters and he’s so responsive to it. He’s biting his lip as he looks down at you, dark purples eyes narrowed in on you.

“Fuck” he breathes when your mouth wraps around him, your cheeks hollow as you slowly suck on him with your mouth stretching to accommodate him.

Your nails press into his thighs as you pull away to spit on him a few times. Taking him back in your mouth, you start bobbing your head, mouth watering with him inside.

His fingers tighten around your scalp as you take in more of him till his tip brushes the back of your throat. You look at him with watery eyes and he panics, pulling out.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you” he says and you shake your head.

“You didn’t, it’s a natural response. I would’ve tapped your thigh if it’s too much, remember ?”you ask and he nods. You’ve never met a guy that’s cared this much for your well being during acts of sex, it’s strange but comforting.

“Yeah, sorry. Can we try again?”He asks and you nod smiling as you take him in your hands. You kiss the tip a few times before taking him back into your mouth, feeling him gather your hair into a ponytail.

He hits the back of your throat, springing more tears from your eyes. His free hand reaches out to brush them away as you start gagging on him.

Your tongue moves to lick the underside of his cock which he must love because his hips slowly start to move forward. He releases your hair to grip the back of your head and starts fucking your throat.

His heads thrown back, losing himself in the feeling of the warmth of your mouth. Saliva drips down your chin as he hits the back of your throat with each thrust.

“Fuck” he moans and your nipples harden, he twitches a few times inside of you which you expected.

“I’m gonna cum” he says looking down at you and you nod around him, grabbing his large tattooed hand to wrap it around your throat. He can feel the bulge his dick is making inside of you and it unlocks something primal because he starts fucking your mouth with abandon. His desire overpowers his concern for you as tears roll down your cheeks while you greedily taking in air through your nose.

He’s rough, chasing his own release as your nails press deeper into his skin.

His hand presses down on your throat, obsessed with feeling himself move inside of you. He doesn’t feel concern for your tears anymore, he feels turned on. Your big watery eyes staring up at him with his cock in your mouth and his hand pressed on your throat, makes him see white and he twitches against your throat.

Several grunts leave him before he throw his head back and shoots thick ropes of cum down your throat, you simply swallow every drop as he continues unloading inside of you. When he finally stops, you pull away gasping with drool on your mouth and chin.

You wipe it away as he sobers up, fingers reaching to wipe your tears before he helps you up onto your feet. He bends down to put his clothes back on

“Did you like it?”you ask, voice scratchy from the beating your throat just took.

“A lot, is it always like that?”he asks making you bite back a laugh.

“Depends on the person I guess but you took control that second time really so that was all you. You did really good, I think we should stop here though for today,” you say.

“Yeah, thank you” he says making your cheeks tinge red, nobodies ever thanked you for giving them head but then again you’re quite literally doing him a favor.

“Don’t mention it, like literally don’t mention it” you say earning a laugh from him as he pulls out his wallet, handing you the money you were promised. This feels wrong as you take it, but you do and thank him as you guide him out of your room.

Clover jumps down from her cat tower and walks between his legs, rubbing her cheek against his pant leg.

“I think you’re her boyfriend now” you say as he bends down to pick her up.

“I don’t mind” he says scratching under her chin which turns her into a purring mess.

“She’s gonna fall in love with you if you don’t stop” you say watching her nuzzle him.

“I think she already has”.

Much to your surprise Choso didn’t say anything to you when you saw him in class the next day. He simply took his usual seat behind you and followed along with the class.

In all fairness, you’ve never spoken to eachother aside from the times he’s asked you for a pencil or paper but it just feels odd not speaking to someone after something so intimate. Sure the guys you’ve hooked up with were assholes but at least they could muster up an emoji at the very least afterwards.

You internally cringe at the thought as you walk toward your friends, seated at your usual lunch table.

“Pookie!”your bestfriend beams as you take the seat beside her. She wraps her arms around you as you greet the rest of the girls.

“So guess who’s throwing a party tomorrow,” Yuki says making you pretend to be in deep thought, fingers tapping at your chin.

“Mahito!” You say with mock excitement. That guy throws a party literally every week, and you haven’t been to a single one. You don’t like him ever since you caught trying to take a picture up your skirt as you walked up the stairs.

“Yes, and I’ll die if you don’t come” she says dramatically.

“I can’t, I have plans,” you say. Your next lesson with Choso is tomorrow which seems far more interesting than a Mahito party.

“Like what?”she asks skeptical.

“I picked up an extra shift, I need the money” you lie and she shuts up, letting you eat your food while Utahime complains about Satoru Gojo.

When Friday approaches and lesson two is on its way, Choso is at your door with a bag of cat treats in his hand. It’s strange seeing him but not speaking to him for the entirety of the week, even though thats been your normal. You smile, taking the treats from him and offering him something to drink but he’s already lifting Clover up.

You take a seat on the couch and watch them, she’s tiny but looks even tinier in his arms.

“She’s making me want a cat” he says and you smile, you honestly want a second one but you’re nervous about how Clover would react.

“They’re the cutest, though she’s incredibly clingy,” you admit.

“I wouldn’t mind having someone obsessed with me”he says kissing the top of her head before putting her down and she jumps onto her cat tower.

“So I was thinking I could answer any questions you might have before we start,” you say and he sits down beside you.

“Okay, but I honestly can’t think of anything”he says and you chuckle.

“It’s okay, I have a few tips and advice. Now some people like when you let them cum first, but I’ve heard others like if you cum early. I guess to them it’s like you really like them you can’t hold it. No one’s ever made me cum so I don’t really have an opinion it,”you admit.

“You’ve never?”he asks.

“Nope, I mean I can make myself but nobody has ever been able to. I’d like to think I just haven’t found the right one because it’d be sad if no guy knows how to” you say feeling slightly embarrassed.

“If you don’t want to cum so fast, probably masturbate before hand. Always use protection, I’d assume you know that. And the clit is the key to everything, that feeling inside is great but add the clit into play and it’s incredible. Oh and aftercare, it’s nice when a guy helps clean the mess that was made. Some people have different prefences when it comes to aftercare but it’s about emotional intimacy, showing care and affection after the fact like cuddling for example” you explain, hoping you’re not overwhelming him.

“What are your prefences?” He asks making you think about it, you’ve never experienced it to be honest but you can at least tell him what you wish you had.

“Cuddling probably and eating together, I get really hungry after sex or just masturbating” you admit.

“Can I ask you something?”you ask making him nod.

“Have you ever touched yourself like to the point where you came?” You ask not sure what he’ll say. You’re just trying to gauge what you’re working with.

“Yeah and I’ve watched porn but I don’t know, it lacks intimacy and feels so fake that I’m bored watching it”he admits.

“I couldn’t agree more, when I was younger it was cool but now I hate it. I want something with love and affection” you say feeling hypocritical because neither of those components factor in to what you’re doing.

“Same, so what’s on the agenda for today?”he asks, cheeks turning pink.

“You’re gonna finger me” you say bluntly, standing up and grabbing his hand to pull him up. He doesn’t say anything as you guide him into your bedroom and shut the door.

Your hands reach up to pull him down to you as you stand on your tippy toes and kiss him, the peck turns into more and your proudly feel his mouth dominate yours. His hands grip your waist, pulling you into him as your tongues touch.

You pull away to lift your shirt off. Grabbing his hands, you place them over your breasts and tense at the cold touch as your nipples harden underneath him.

He wants to say something but he bites it down, letting his thumbs brush your soft skin. His thumb flicks a nipple and you moan. He watches you take his hand and drag it down your belly until it’s dipping in to your shorts. His pupils dilate when his fingers meet your wet cunt before you grip his wrist and pull him away so you can take off your shorts. He’s staring at his drenched fingers and you take them, slowly forcing them into his mouth.

He’s too distracted by the taste of you to notice you climbing onto the bed till you’re sitting up on your elbows with your legs closed.

“Touch me”you say as he turns to face you. You’re completely naked infront of him, something flashes in his eyes and quickly disappears. A little scream leaves you when he grips your ankles and drags you toward the edge of the bed before he kneels down between your now spread legs.

You sit back up watching him stare at your pussy and it makes you feel incredibly self conscious with how intense his gaze is.

He finally looks up at you and kneels to the floor.

His fingers slowly touch you, it’s more out of curiosity than anything. You can feel your arousal coating his fingers as he presses them into your clit and your belly tightens.

“That’s the clit, key to everything” you whisper as his little strokes against it have you moaning. There’s something about his touch that intensifies everything and you can’t understand why.

It feels really good, too good and you’ve barely started. You have the urge to fall back but you want to see when his fingers push into you.

You can feel them spread you, he puts two at your hole and you tense.

“Start with one,” you tell him and he retracts a finger. His dark purple eyes find yours as you watch his inked finger slowly sink into you.

His finger moves around, feeling the softness of your inner walls before he pulls it out and pushes it back in. He watches the way you bite your lip as he creates a steady pace, it’s agonizing.

“More”you whine and he obliges, inserting another finger and you gasp, arching your back. Your responses fuel him because his fingers start plunging in and out faster, the squelching of your pussy fills the room.

He surprises you when his free hand splays across your tit, grip it roughly. He squeeze the flesh as your hips grind against his fingers, feeling your juices trickle down the crack of your ass.

“You’re doing so good” you cry out and he snaps.

His fingers move brutally as he climbs on top of you, your eyes widen when his lips find yours and he swallows your cries.

He’s a fast learner, and you fear he’s going to be the first person to even make you cum. You’re certain of it when his thumb grazes your clit, his fingers buried inside you mixed with that feeling has your stomach coiling.

“Ahhh” you cry feeling yourself clench around him, droplets of squirt shoot out of you as he pushes you toward a release. Your arms wrap around him, clinging to him when the feeling becomes absolutely too much and you feel yourself cumming on his fingers, spraying your thighs and the duvet.

Your mouths wide, jaw slack as you twitch against him still feeling him fuck you through it. There’s no way he’s real, absolutely no way.

“Choso!” You cry at the assault of his thumb on your clit pushing you toward another orgasm as your stomach clenches painfully and your thighs press into his hips.

You’re too overstimulated to say anything when his lips brush your forehead and you cum again. You cry as he pulls his fingers out, the feeling too much on your sensitive cunt.

You fall back onto the mattress, too exhausted to see what he’s doing until you feel him cleaning between your legs with a rag he must’ve gotten from your bathroom. It makes you want to smile but you remind yourself that this is meaningless and transactional.

You hate when you feel him slowly start to dress you, sliding your shorts back on with gentle ease and pulling you up to help you put your shirt back on. It’s the bare minimum but no one’s ever even done that for you.

You’re like a ragdoll in his hold as he lays you back down, your chest still rising rapidly from your activities.

“You hungry?” He asks making you look at him and you nod which somehow ends up with the two of you now seated at the diner beside your apartment.

This is probably a bad idea for so many reasons but you are hungry, not just from the orgasm but you quite literally haven’t eaten today.

You’re tired but your hunger exceeds it, grateful you changed into sweats for some comfortability. The waitress scribbles your steak melt that you ordered and your cheese fries with a sprite before she takes down Choso’s order of chili cheese fries and a barbecue n bacon burger with a strawberry shake.

Once the waitress leaves the silence is incredibly loud a you pretend to be in awe of the salt and pepper shakers.

“Do you have siblings?”he asks making you raise your brows, you were afraid of this but you answer anyways.

“Nope, only child. You?”.

“Three, I’m the oldest” he admits.

“Yeah, I always wanted siblings but my parents kind of had me as a means to keep their marriage together which still ended up failing” you say, a subject you’ve never told anyone which makes him frown.

“I’m sorry” he says and you shake your head.

“It’s not the worst, at one point they became so competitive to prove who was a better parent that they spoiled me beyond belief. It was nice to for once have their attention even if their intentions were selfish” you supply.

“So you were neglected as a child?”he asks, those purple eyes staring into your soul.

“Pretty much. I had a nanny but she was usually sleeping and I just played alone. I moved out a little over a month ago, they haven’t contacted me which isn’t surprising but still disappointing. I don’t think they’ve ever loved me but at least for a while I deluded myself into believing they did” you admit, not realizing your eyes have started to water.

“Nobody deserves that, you’re the last person to deserve that” he says as the waitress appears with your drinks and you thank her.

“Can I ask you something?”you question, eager to change the subject as he sips from his milkshake and he nods.

“Have you ever been in love?”you ask, you’re curious. It’s an emotion you’ve never felt for another person and something about him seems like the epitome of love and affection.

“I don’t know. There was this girl I use to have a crush on, something about her just felt magnetic. Everytime she spoke it was with passion and this twinkle in her eyes. And when she laughed, it made me smile. I remember my first day of school, she let me use her textbook because I hadn’t gotten mine yet, she took and F so I could do the assignment” he says, his lips tugging upward at the thought of her.

“Is this the girl you’re talking to?”you ask and he shakes his head.

“No, I realized that girl was out of my league but the point is, if I could’ve been in love with anyone it would’ve been her, I’d want it to be her”he says as your food arrives.

He doesn’t comment when you take your straw and put it in his milkshake, before taking a sip. Maybe this is why he tastes like strawberries.

“How long have you had Clover?”He asks inbetween bites as you stuff a fry in your mouth.

“Three years, I really needed something to make me happy and when I saw her at the shelter I practically slapped my debit card at them. It’s sad but I think the only affection I’ve received has been from her” you admit, taking a bite of your melt.

“Well actually my bestfriend too, we met last year and it was an instant connection. It’s still strange getting use to her affection and her desire to talk to me, it’s hard not feeling like a burden at times” you say hating how much you’re over sharing but he listens.

“I don’t think you’re a burden, you’re the nicest girl I’ve ever met and your presence is comforting” he says making your heart clench.

“Your mom must be a really amazing woman” you say making his brows furrow with a laugh that spreads warmth throughout your chest.

“She is but what makes you say that?”.

“You’re just so nice, definitely written by a woman. You’re strange too, like I promise I’m not judging you it’s just fascinating that you’re this big tall macular guys with tattoos and a tongue piercing that looks like he could snap me like a pencil but you’re actually so soft” you say and his face scrunches up cutely like you’ve insulted him.

“I’m just as rough” he says as you eat another fry.

“Oh trust me I know” you say making him blush so hard that it reaches the tips of his ears.

“Shut up and eat your foot,” he says pressing his hand against your face making you laugh.

Ever since the diner, you feel lighter around Choso like there’s a sense of understanding between eachother. You both still keep your boundaries but he greets you when you come to class now, even walks with you to your next class where you exchange idle chit chat mostly about Clover or him telling you stories about his family. You’ve gathered he absolutely adores his family, especially his brothers. It’s refreshing since you’ve never really had that.

“He’s so cute”you gush as he shows you a photo of his little brother Yuji as a baby. Your insides melt, you absolutely adore babies.

Choso smiles proudly as he show you more pictures of him and his family as he walks you to your next class.

“I hope my kids are that cute” you cry at another picture of baby Yuji and he laughs. No baby should look that adorable crying as they tug at tufts of their own pink hair. Your eyes water at the sight of baby Choso, heart melting at the little onyx pigtails.

“Babies really make you cry” he notes and you nod.

“Just so fucking cute” you sigh feeling baby fever. You’d love to be a mom eventually but given your lack of one and childhood neglect, you think you’d make a shitty mom.

You two stop at the front of your class and you wave goodbye to him, watching him walk off before you go inside.

Yuki’s waiting for you in the seat beside yours with a wide grin as Shoko rolls her eyes.

“What’s going on?” You ask skeptically, taking your seat.

“Yuki’s talking to three guys and needs your help telling her which one she should have sex with” Utahime says making your eyes widen.

“She says you’ll know the answer” Shoko says making all three turn to you.

“Well I need info” you say watching as Yuki quickly sends a text before looking back at you.

“Okay guy #1 kind of an ass but I’ve seen his dick and it’s really nice. Guy #2 is super sweet, shy but incredibly sexy and Guy #3 is hot but he uses way too many emojis every single text” she says with a frown and you laugh.

“The answer is incredibly obvious, guy #2. I’ve learned shy guys are kind of the freakiest,” you say your cheeks turning red as you think of Choso.

Your next lesson is in two days and you’re eager as bad as that may sound. You’ve never found oral enjoyable on you but considering he’s managed to make you cum when no man has, makes you feel like he might change that.

“Are you talking to someone?” Utahime asks and you’re quick to shake your head. It’s been a year since you’ve had sex, led alone talked to someone and after spending time with Choso, he’s starting to make you raise your standards.

Maybe if things had been different, you’d be the girl he’s so desperate to please, the girl he wants.

“Ugh he’s busy Friday night, what the hell am I gonna do now?”Yuki questions.

“Send him nudes, that’ll change his mind” Shoko advises and Yuki grins as she sends Choso nudes.

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Omg Ive been looking for this for sooo long

I read it a while ago and my app reloaded and I lost it😭😭😭

I love this story so much alpha Sukuna is all I want outta life

Cursed

ALPHA!SUKUNA X OMEGA!READER

A/n: Hey hey hey! So recently I have found my new guilty pleasure, the ✨omega-verse✨(╯✧▽✧)╯enjoy!

Synopsis: It’s the Sengoku era in Japan, and your a rare type of omega that has been hunted till almost extinction. Luckily you’re able to escape and live a semi normal life, until your chosen as an offering for the walking god of the land; Lord Sukuna

Warning: Predator/prey dynamics, breeding, thigh-riding, Alpha-knot, mentions of murder/slavery/harem, squirting, dacryphillia, throne fucking, riding, heat cycle, mating, marking, DDLG, name calling including ‘master’, knotting,mating press, blood, virginity loss, choking, dub con/fear play

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You never knew if you were going to live the next day.

Thats just how it was, how its always been since you were born in this desired body of yours. Though desired isn’t your most favored word, more like cursed. Because it was this desired Omega body that was the cause for your hometown to be massacred and your family and neighbors either sold as sex slaves or harvested for their special healing blood. Luckily it was easy to hide. A small diamond shaped suppressor stuck on your chest in-between your breasts and a couple pills did the trick. It was even enough to trick the towns folk of the village you have lived in ever since you ran away, barley escaping with your life. And since then, life had been decent. You worked as a waitress to a small bar for most of the week, it was hard work but good pay. The owner treated you like his own daughter and the drunk patrons became like a family. And for a bit, death escaped your mind. Just for a bit.

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Geez I hate everyone except Toji at this point

Poor baby I want them to run away together, fuck that kingdom and her punkass daddy she deserves happiness and be the magical girl she was always meant to be

I’m glad I’m seeing this now when part 2 is close to being done cuz I’m craving the rest I love this

The Lady and Her Knight (Knight!Toji Fushiguro x Princess!Reader)

Words: 13k // mdni!! 18+ // part 1 of 2

Tw: plot with eventual smut, sexism, reader is disguised as a man in first half (badly), violence, oppressive power structures, everyone wants reader kinda deal, age gap, "kid", virgin reader, forced marriage and grooming (not the main pair), asking to be killed, choking, making out, op reader, soft!toji, Canon typical violence, bad world building

Teaser: “My lady, let me serve you. I will beg if you make me. My body, my sword– my heart… it is yours."

Toji took the job because it is easy money. He and his men simply act as repellent. It will be an easy ride.

The inquiry stated that it was personal security. It did not mention who he would protect exactly, just some noble and in hindsight… that should have made him suspicious but Toji just saw the pretty sum printed on the inquiry. This job is exceptionally well paid. Probably allows him to just enjoy life without working for a few months. He couldn't pass it up.

“I am Counselor Geto. I am with the young prince.” The guy in front of him looks more like a monk than a Counsellor. The hair is way too long and the attire way too showy. Noble families are odd and Toji hates making contracts with them but he needs the money. He might stay in the capitol after this. The best brothels are found there.

“This is the prince's personal knight, Sir Satoru. You should be working together closely.”

Toji has to hold in the laugh. That kid probably made it to knighthood yesterday. His armour is all shiny and new and that sword probably feels light. No experience and being a personal knight already? Yeah, Toji knows that family connections were at hand here. A luxury he doesn't have.

He had to work hard.

Had to go through hell.

“Sir,” Satoru bows. “It is an honour to serve with you. Let us protect the prince.”

Toji's eyebrows quirk. The monk and the kid are extremely tense– if not terrified and that makes Toji uneasy. Why? Why do they think this will be anything but smooth sailing? What are they hiding? “Where is that prince of yours then? We have to lay out some ground rules,” Toji announces.

“You see, sir, as do we,” the monk guy says in a diplomatic tone that Toji despises. He is a man of the sword after all… words never get you anywhere in his line of work. “You are forbidden from looking at the prince directly and he will not address you directly so do not speak to him directly.”

Knights know etiquette. Toji doesn't particularly care for it but even he understands these rules are extreme if not strange compared to the standard. He is a knight and not a peasant but alas… Toji is getting paid so he will just get it done. “Alright.”

Satoru knocks on the wooden palanquin and Toji feels the breath draw from his lungs in a mix of shock and confusion. He doesn't know if it's the anticipation.

The figure that steps out is so feeble and nimble it surprises him. Toji has seen many effeminate men and boys before, it's not uncommon, but this takes it to a new level. The prince is beautiful like a woman would be. It is so strange, like something is clearly off. It's captivating. Toji's eyes lower. It is power like he has never felt before… subtle and maybe even kind.

Toji's initial awe is tainted pretty quickly. The prince doesn't look up, has no straight posture and once standing in the open seems to make himself small. It is strange for a noble. Especially someone like him.

Not addressing the prince directly? Hm. “I am looking forward to serve,” Toji bows, settling for something polite but short. “Alright. First thing, we won't be travelling with the palanquin–”

“No– that is–”

“It draws too much attention and slows us down. Most importantly it makes us a target. Does the prince know how to ride?” Toji is firm but stays mannered.

“Yes,” Satoru says. “Those are reasonable measures, Sir Toji,” he nods and looks at Geto.

“Good. We will only rest if I say so. Our formation will mimic a pocket with you three inside. I'm a practical guy, you will understand when we are underway. I understand the prince is the highest ranked here but I have the command when we are on the road.” Toji knows that saying this comes close to blasphemy. The monk's face completely falls, tenses and then grimaces.

“I forbid–”

Toji catches it. The small brush of the prince's hand against the monk's gown. It is so insignificant, so easy to miss but shuts Geto up instantly.

The monk nods.

“Very well. Pack lightly. We will leave in an hour.” Toji bows and walks off, hand on the hilt of his sword.

What a nuisance.

And there is more…

The ground is muddy. It has been raining on and off for days with no end in sight. It worries him. Toji checks the horses and in the corner of his vision sees how Satoru wraps the prince in a big cloak. It is so pointless. It's not like anyone would recognize the prince and he is already dressed super plainly. But at the end of the day, Toji doesn't care why they are acting so strange. Just get the job done and get paid. It's basically babysitting some brats.

He can't wait to kick back and drown himself in wine and women.

Toji and his men are working like clockwork. He has trained most of these guys himself and they serve under him through respect and loyalty. Outcasts and troublemakers just like him.

Toji has no family interests to protect… that makes him so valuable as a knight. He can be hired without making it political. He can be trusted… well… mostly.

He just gets the job done.

The first few hours of the journey go by smoothly. There are no accidents but then it just has to happen… Toji knew the muddy ground would create an obstacle.

On a narrow pathway the ground suddenly gives way. You grab the reins and stir your horse forward faster in the last seconds before the small avalanche would have swept you away. Your heart beats up your throat as you look back at Geto and Gojo, a cliff now separating them from you. No. No. You can't do this without them. You can't.

“Is everyone alright?” Sir Toji yells.

You give a small nod, keeping your head down.

The others nod as well.

“You will have to go back and walk around. We will meet at the foot of the mountain.”

“No–” Geto protests.

“I'll find a way–” Satoru starts to stir his horse.

“You hired me for protection. I will protect the prince,” Toji calls. This is so ridiculous.

Toji sees in the corner of his eye how you raise your hand and wave. Geto and Gojo look absolutely distraught.

“My liege, be careful,” Geto calls.

And with that Toji and you ride on alone.

You have never been alone with a stranger. Ever. Let alone a man. Your world is so small and now that you are outside the castle walls it is all too much. The thought of soon being married to him is like a guillotine dangling on a unravelling thread.

Satoru tried to cheer you up. He told you all the towns you will pass, all the pretty lakes and rivers you will see on your way to the capitol. But you are just handled from one cage to a worse one.

It frightens you beyond words. You know how valuable you are and your father was never shy to paint in vivid detail what some men would do. You have been prepared your whole life for this journey…

“Are you sure you are okay, my liege?” Toji asks after a while. He is still Toji the troublemaker… who would he be if he did not test the boundaries.

Your eyes stay down. He knows not to address you directly so why does he? You simply nod. Making your voice sound manly is hard so you just don't talk.

Toji hoped he'd get the prince to at least say something. The whole two hours are spent in silence. Maybe Toji isn't worth the prince's voice to strain or something. What an arrogant bastard.

When you reunite with the rest you jump off that horse and run to Geto and Satoru. Satoru grabs you by the shoulders and looks you over for any harm. Your whole body relaxes.

Toji rolls his eyes. He's not that bad of a company.

“Sir Toji,” Geto calls. “The Prince thanks you for your concern and quick thinking.”

Toji frowns. He is so utterly confused now. He can't help but look at the boy directly, noticing only then that the highness is bowing. Toji holds his breath and bows lower. As he must.

“Of course.”

Toji stays in his lowered position as the prince and his two extras walk back to the horses. What if the prince is mute? Could that be it? An illness or something. Nah. Toji doesn't care. He's just getting paid.

It's just… interesting. Toji is infatuated with this whole thing. Why the secrecy?

The night comes quiet and quickly. It is cold and clear, which makes it easier to spot potential threats. Toji takes the first watch. Of course. Everyone is fast asleep– well except for the prince. Toji watches how he sneaks off, hurrying to the forest nearby. He should wake up the monk but it seems easier to just grab you himself. You probably just have to piss. Even royals must.

Toji grabs his sword and stomps after you. How will he address you when he is not addressing you directly? He is thinking hard about that but when he turns behind a big and old trunk he freezes in awe of sublime beauty.

You are no prince at all. He sees that now. Clear as day. Now that you think you are alone and you relax– There is no denying it. The soft moonlight cascades down on you and a huge white stag is laying before you enjoying your pets, it's a scene straight from some goddess’ shrine. You are a woman… no, you are the woman. He knows it in his bones. You are the one the oracles have prophesied will unify the land… to tear it down and to build it anew– you are the former queen's daughter… the last true heir to the throne. The only one who could take down King Sukuna and end his terrible reign.

Toji's knees buckle. He should be cowering before you, breathing the same air seems like an offence. You are a goddess to some, a myth to others. A saint to most.

Toji thought he didn't believe in such crap… But the spark that runs through his veins is exhilarating and undeniable.

“It gets so hard to pretend,” you say to the stag. It is huge, monstrous even with antlers that could kill but in your presence it is tame and loving. “But I feel safe with Sir Toji around. I wish I could properly thank him… he… seems good.”

Toji feels his heart pinch. Like the stag being tame in your presence, the coldness in him thaws just like that. His breath becomes short.

Toji moves behind the trunk just in time. His heart is pounding so loudly he can't hear anything else. It is you. Some would give up their entire riches to acquire you. Some would murder hundreds, start wars and impossible battles. How could Toji protect you? He is no one… an outcast… a failure. It is too big… you are too important. He is not worthy to even look at you.

His heart doesn't stop beating.

》》》》

He cannot stop looking at you. You are her. You are really her. The rightful ruler. The legend. The most powerful woman in the realm. It is so unbelievable… a myth turning reality right in front of him.

And no one knows.

There are so many things he could use you for if he wanted to. You could be his ticket back into the Zenin clan for starters.

Would. He wouldn't ever want to return to that shithole. Only to slaughter them all, that is all he desires. If he sold you he could retire… but he wouldn't dare get on the king's bad side. Toji sighs. He has to pull himself together. Last night changed nothing. He will get the job done and get paid and forget about you. It is not his business.

Why are you travelling to the capitol like this? Why are you pretending to be so weak? Shouldn't you come leading an army?

The way the moonlight danced on your skin was magical– heavens.

“Listen up!” Toji pushes his horse forward. “The forest we are about to enter will be our greatest obstacle. Stay alert. I want the prince and Geto in the middle. Satoru, you take the flank.”

“Yes, sir.”

The forest is thick with branches weaving together so tightly that barely any sunlight manages to peek through, eerie sounds reverberate around and the horses become uneasy quickly. Toji's hand rests on the hilt of his sword, ready for anything.

“There would have been no other route?” Geto asks.

Toji rolls his eyes and decides to not answer. He had the freshly baked knight down as annoying but the monk is the real kicker.

“I think we should turn back,” Geto says. “This is a disaster waiting to happen. Sir Toji?”

“We are not.”

“I must insist. I am responsible for the prince’s safety–”

“And the prince is safe,” Toji shoots, looking at Geto. “I am making sure of it. Don't you worry.”

As if that boy could do anything if you were attacked. Toji can and will protect you. He was hired to do it, right?!

Toji turns his attention back but notices it too late now. Stupid monk. Why did he turn to look at him?! Why did he even entertain the conversation? Toji draws his sword but an arrow pierces through his shoulder right under his armour. Toji clenches his teeth and pushes between you and Gojo to grab the reins of your horse but when bandits jump from the trees it still spooks. You reach for him, he sees it, but with an arrow stuck in his shoulder he cannot catch you in time.

You fall and the next thing you know is how you're held down and stolen away. You're too terrified to move or open your eyes. This can't be happening. Where is Satoru?! Is he okay? You hope Sir Toji is okay. You know Geto was distracting him… it wasn't his fault. Geto will be so mad.

But what do you do now? Look at you again… thinking about everyone else before yourself. You need to–

You try not to squeal as you are picked up and thrown over someone's shoulder then carried into a cabin. The man drops you in a corner and he and his companions laugh as you hide in your cloak.

“We are inside. Take that off, your highness!” You try to cling to it, try to fight but your cloak hits the moulding wooden planks nonetheless. You think they see it right away. Your hair is tied up and hidden underneath a royal headpiece– one that prince's would wear. But still. You just cannot act the part. Any disguise would not suffice.

They all start to laugh, mumbling insults. One kicks his sheathed sword into your crotch. It isn't harsh, more so to humiliate. Are they making an effort to not hurt you?

“He didn't say we cannot lute what's on him, right?” Someone says. “That headpiece looks expensive!”

Wait…?! Your hands fly up, trying to hold it in place as three of them come at you. You have never been so terrified in your life… not even when he came to visit. You try to push them away but they are huge like Sir Toji– downright giants.

Your eyes bulge and your veins freeze when you hear fabric rip. You stop dead. “You probably wear jewellery…” The bandit trails off. “What is… this?”

They pull off the headpiece and your braids spill down your back as he rips open the tunik more revealing the binding that minimizes your curves.

“By the heavens,” the three of them say. “Ya no lad!”

“What?!” The others say, wanting to get a look and now you have about 10 men gouging at you.

“Don't touch me!” You shout and almost manage to wiggle free but then the leader grabs your wrists and holds a dagger to your chin. You gulp looking at him.

He travels the tagger to the wrapping. “S-stop!” You whisper.

“You can't expect us to not be curious now. What are you hiding? Let us at least see.” He cuts into the fabric and you squeal as he threatens to expose you. You were so worried about being found out that you forgot to fear the aftermath and now it's staring you in the eye.

The cloth unravels and you use your free hand to grab at the ripped tunik, keeping yourself covered. “Get off me!” You yell again.

They laugh… until they don't.

You all feel his presence even before the door tears down.

It is chilling. Winter personified, dark and cold, brutal and unforgiving. Those who didn't prepare will face death, it is just natural law. The ice will claim them, it is inevitable; for he is stronger. He is the strongest.

“She said to get off her,” Toji's voice rumbles, his eyes are narrow and apathetic. You can hear the blood dripping from the wound on his shoulder. It is so loud… so dooming. Drop. Drop. “Don't yer know how to treat a lady? Fools.” Drop. Drop. “I'm gonna teach yer some manners!”

The leader lets go of you and your legs buckle underneath you in Sir Toji's wrathful energy. It is not even directed at you… but you cannot take it. You crawl back until your back hits the wall.

The most foolish one attacks first. You watch how Sir Toji slaughters them… using his sword like an extension of himself. Blood gets splattered around and hits your face. It taints the air coppery. You know better than anyone that men are violent… your whole life centres around how violent men are… but you couldn't fathom the extent of it until now. You don't remember how your mother and her court were murdered. Was it anything like this? Worse? You have heard all the stories. Of how your mother was slaughtered, of how your father managed to survive and most importantly… Of your soon to be husband– the most violent man to have ever walked the land. He has showed you glimpse of it the two times you have met. Yet, seeing it is so different. Violence is the only sure thing with men, isn't it?

“Who hired you!?” Toji demands to know, standing on the skull of the leader. Your eyebrows twitch. He figured it out already?

“I don't know what you're talking about!” He pleads… lies.

“Who knows?! Who knows about this journey!?”

“I don't–”

“He admitted there was someone behind it to me,” you say. Your voice barely makes it over to them. Toji blinks and meets your eyes then he just kills the guy, snapping his neck.

You flinch, squeezing your eyes shut and when he takes big strides toward you, you cower in fear. He only picks you up and carries you outside to sit by the stream near the hut. Your heart is beating like crazy. He cups your face.

“Are you hurt, your grace?” He asks… his voice is soft now… his blood-stained hands too.

And you can't comprehend it.

You are starstruck by the depth of his luscious green eyes. No gem could compare. None you've ever seen. They are older and have seen so much more than you could fathom. They are deeper than any eyes you've looked into. And more tired too.

“N-no,” you whisper but tears shoot into your eyes. “I was just scared.” Your head drops lower. His palm comes up to caress the back of your head. You hold your breath at his sudden gentleness. Like sunrays making it through a stormy sky, like pillowy soft snow that glitters and gleams beautifully. Winter can be gentle too… Can it? But can men really be?

“You're okay, kid. I've got you.”

He wets a handkerchief and puts a finger under your chin, lifting your gaze. He gingerly cleans the blood off your face. Is he not surprised at all… does he have no questions? He just accepts the fact you are no prince? That it was all a farce?

“Sir… Toji?”

“Men don't wander off at night to play with some magical animals,” he says accusatively. The annoyance in his voice is almost funny. “Be more careful.”

Your bottom lip trembles and you're about to start crying.

“Tsk,” he rolls his eyes. “Men also don't cry so easily either. Pull yourself together.”

“Yes,” you squeeze your fists. “Thank you,” you breathe out.

“You pay me–”

“No–” you reach up and touch his wrist, stopping his aggressive rubbing against your cheek. “I know. I mean… I mean–”

He frowns at you like you are speaking two different languages right now. He could have acted in so many ways finding out… but he just keeps protecting you.

He sighs and tumbles back, landing on his butt. His armour clatters. “Shit.”

“Sir Toji!”

“Will you help me out of my armour?” He mumbles.

“Yes–” You move quickly and untie the black fur coat around his shoulders, Only then seeing just how badly his shoulder is injured. His entire left sleeve is colored red. You reach around and unhook the chest plate lifting it over his head. He takes off his linen shirt himself. You hold your breath with him half naked in front of you, bulging muscles and sweaty skin, it does something foreign to you but you can't think about that. You don't want to. He is losing a lot of blood.

You run inside the hut again.

“Hey– uh–” Toji can't move. “Get back here!” He won't let you out of his sight ever again. How dare you just– shit, he can't move.

“I just grabbed– it's very sturdy cloth,” you explain yourself, holding the wrap that concealed your curves that is now cut up in smaller pieces. “I think it can make for a good band-aid.”

Toji rolls his eyes and snatches it from you. “I'm fine.” He cleans the wound with some water and tries to wrap it up but it's an awkward position.

“Let me help, Sir Toji,” you say softly. He eventually lets you, just scoffing and nodding at you.

“Are you really…?” He chews on the words. He felt so starstruck, he needs no confirmation.

“I… suppose.” You know what he means.

“Tsk.”

“I have nothing to prove it–”

“I believe it,” he sighs. “But why are you travelling to the capitol now… Without an army no less.”

Your hand comes to rest on the top of his shoulders. It's a gentle touch… one that Toji doesn't know… He shivers. You take a shaky breath and something in that makes it all clear to him. His heart drops to the pit of his stomach.

He always wondered… if you survived… how? It’s because Sukuna let you live.

“I am to be married off,” you say.

Toji keeps his raging thoughts to himself. He picks up his shirt and rips the sleeves then lets you help him put on his armour again. No he won't ask. He can connect the dots but he won't ask.

He doesn't care.

You are standing in front of him and he peers down at you. Your shirt is ripped, half your cleavage is exposed. Not that he minds but he is aware he could be hanged for just seeing someone like you like this. “What do we do about that? For a hooker it's appropriate but–”

“Don't say such things to me!” You snap, bright red.

You're still lady and knight. He cannot possibly talk to you that way!

He grins and gives you his cloak as yours is drenched in blood. “Shall we then, your grace?”

“Wait– are we not meeting up with the others again?” You can't possibly be alone with him.

“We will. In Louiston. I can protect you better if I'm alone with you anyway.”

“T-that is not– Geto surely–”

He walks close to you, quickly. You have no time to brace yourself. He leans closer, grinning still. “Yer don't like my company, princess?”

A shiver runs down your spine. His manners seem to be gone all of a sudden. Is it the blood loss? You wondered why they call him Sir Toji The Troublemaker when he has acted so well behaved the entire time. Now you know. “Let's just go then!” You cross your arms and turn away. He must know how much your heart is beating.

Toji mounts his horse. You want to pick a horse for yourself but he clicks his tongue. Like a trained dog you look at him instantly. “We only take mine,” he holds his hand out.

You look up at him dumbfounded. “What?”

“The closer you are to me… the better.”

You want to squeal. He can't say such a thing! You keep a straight face and take his hand and he pulls you up so you sit in front of him. He holds the reins, hands resting by your thighs.

It's way too close.

He's way too close.

He is way too comfortable touching you.

“Does your shoulder hurt badly?” You ask.

“Nah… I'm tough. Don't ya worry.”

“I don't!” You shoot. “But if it gets infected and you can't do your job… Don't expect to get paid. Is all.”

He laughs. Cheeky.

You ride through the thick forest until the sun starts to set. He decides on a place to make camp for the night and tells you to wait then disappears into the thick. You are actually terrified by how quickly it gets dark. You don’t know how much time passes but you are sure it is too long. First he says he needs to stay close to you and then he just leaves… what a liar… why would he do that? Why is he leaving you alone?

A branch snaps and you gasp, “Toji!?”

“Missed me already?” He hums.

“Why would you leave me alone! I thought you said we have to stay close!” You can’t even see him properly. It is so dark and his dark armour and hair blends right into the night.

He chuckles, “next time I take you along when I have to take a piss. As you wish, your highness.”

Your face turns every shade of red and you cross your arms, huffing out air. How dare he speak to you like this? You lay down, feeling exhausted and defeated. Why is he so irritating? You jump when his huge frame suddenly comes closer. Your hand reaches out as if to be ready to push him off– he lays down beside you.

“If I wanted to come at you there would have been enough opportunities, kid,” he chuckles. “Take it easy.”

You feel so embarrassed. You look at his form lying next to you and wonder… what if he would? Would you want it? You should not think such nonsense.

“Stop calling me kid,” you mumble. “I'm off age… less I would not get married off.”

“To him,” Toji says and you are not oblivious to the malice in his tone.

Silence takes the reins for a long time. He is the first outsider… the first human you speak to that is not affiliated with your father or Sukuna. You wonder if…

“Sir Toji…? Does it make sense to you? If I am said to be the rightful ruler of the realm… why am I married to some king? Should I not be… king?” You wonder, staring up at the specs of stars that make it through the canopy. “You are smarter than I am… maybe you–”

He snorts. “I am smart? That's news to me.” Toji sighs. He knows how politics work. Growing up as a Zenin taught him much. “They don't want you to have power,” he says genuinely. “Their ways are working for them, they get richer and accumulate more power. Your claim on the land may be the most true and the people hope for your return but you are your mother’s daughter… and Sukuna will just use you to put out the last embers of hope. The people are waiting for you… that prophecy was spread like wildfire. In a twisted way, they give the people what they want– and by marrying you to--him– the status quo stays the same. The people get their fated, true ruler… at a cost. The power stays undisturbed. And he… well… he gets to make an example out of dominating you… gets to solidify his false claim… when you have his child… his claim becomes true once and for all. No one can challenge him if you can't. And no one wants to risk endorsing you. Using you… that is another spiel. Those bandits… you are the most important pawn in the game of power.”

“Sir Toji,” you whisper, sleepy. “You could be an advisor.”

“I would rather get torn apart by griffins, kid.”

“Thank you for being honest. It is the first time… someone is honest to me about it.”

You sound so sad… so disillusioned. What have they done to you over all these years?

He scoffs.

Toji wakes up before you. You are turned toward each other now, huddled together closely for body heat.

You look so peaceful… So divine. He feels unbearable rage seething underneath his skin when he thinks about the way your power is taken from you. You are a blessing and you get married to a monster. You have the clearest claim to the throne and yet–. He reaches out and softly strokes back your hair, revealing frosty cheeks and pursed lips. He could just steal you away. Why would he think that? This is just a job.

And besides, he is just a monster himself.

》》》》

You have finally made it out of the forest by the third day. You didn't realize just how restricting the trees around you were until you finally could breathe again in the open fields that stretch on before you now. A huge lake lies before you as well and you can make out tiny houses on the other side of the shore. Is that the capitol?

“The others are not here,” Toji mumbles. He sighs, annoyed. “We will wait a day then assume they have already moved on to Louiston… I told them to wait here but…”

“Hm… I thought that was the capitol,” you are disappointed.

He looks at you funny then moves the horse further to the shore where you will make camp.

“Do I not need a new disguise?” You look at him.

“You realize no one knows who you are. No one will recognize you, don't ya worry.” Toji fumbles with the saddle, wanting to give his horse some relief after being so reliable. He unhooks the buckle then stops dead at what you say.

“You recognized me.”

Pff. No that was different. “Well– the moon was shining down at yer– and yer was petting a white stag! Just stay away from magical beasts and we're all good.” He swings the saddle off but drops it, not able to hold the weight.

“Sir Toji?!” You hurry to him. “Your injury–”

“Doesn't concern yer.”

You swallow hard and step back. Maybe he is right. He doesn't need you to care for him. You nod and excuse yourself to use the bathroom which in your predicament is just a convenient sized bush.

Why is he so defensive? Can't he just let you help? You like to help. Particularly him. You'd like to help him… be of help to him– shut up. You tug on your hair. Why are you thinking about stuff like this? He is just doing a job.

You come back to camp and freeze. He is entirely naked in the water, washing himself. No shame or trying to be subtle. He could have moved to a different spot. Or kept his undergarments on.

Why is he like this?!

He is built like the statues in the gardens at home, made from marble… perfect. Toji turns and covers his manly anatomy with both hands.

“You should probably clean up too, princess,” he says.

Preposterous! “Are you shy?” You shoot and start to undress because you need to prove to him that you are in fact not shy. You know he will tease you… you won’t even give him the chance.

“Wouldn't wanna scare yer,” he chuckles. He relaxes, hands moving into his wet hair and you hate yourself for looking so obviously.

You have seen Suguru and Satoru naked once– to your and their dismay. They were getting close in the library and you happened to walk in. Sir Toji seems to be a whole different species though even when he is… relaxed. His body hair is dark, trailing from his abdomen toward his genitals, curling a little. It looks quite nice, you think. You look away when he laughs, feeling all sorts of shame again.

“Do you always creep on your knights, my lady? Tsk Tsk.” He muses.

You pull your tunik over your head, fully exposed now and find his wandering eyes roaming your figure. “You were saying, Sir Toji? And you are not my knight.”

He turns his entire head to a different direction. “I will get hanged…,” he mumbles to himself.

You step up to the water and hold your toe in, shrieking. “It is way too cold!” You cross your arms over your chest for warmth and cover. “I cannot possibly get– ahh!” He grabs you and throws you in. You emerge again and gasp as the shock of both the cold and the action itself surges through you. Toji laughs. You are sitting in the water, staring up at him in utter shock. Did he really? You cannot help but smile.

“Treason!” You call.

“Execute me yourself, kiddo,” he mocks.

You splash up water at him and he laughs.

You get up but don’t stand for long as he sweeps your leg. “Yer need to soak some more,” Toji grins. “You are filthy.”

You want to tackle him, coming at him but he stands like said marble statues too. You have no chance. He chuckles, “adorable.”

You let go, reassessing how you will make him fall. The grin on his lip is so infuriating.

Hues of orange and gold dance across the water with the setting sun, wrapping you in warm pastels and occasional purples. The green of his eyes makes you feel so alive… like you never have.

Suguru would have a heart attack seeing you like this.

“What’s it gonna be?” He tilts his head, inviting you to try but instead you lose the playful posture and straighten up, face going pale.

“Sir Toji… there is a… woman?” You frown, squinting to see better. He spins around; arm extending to shield you.

“Get back to the shore,” he orders. Your little play has made you stray quite far. “Go!” Toji barks when you don’t move and the woman seems to get closer.

You move then, hurrying back to shore and when you are back on land the woman is gone. Toji immediately packs up.

“We are moving away from the water.”

“We don’t even know if she means harm?”

He sneers and throws your clothes at you. You narrow your eyes. And he is right back to being a porcupine.

You don't talk from there on out and soon you doze off for a brief moment awaking again alone at your new campsite. You frown but soon make out Toji's frame by the shore. The moon is bright tonight, allowing you to see just enough.

“Sir Toji?” Your voice is soft, timid. “Are you not resting at all?”

“Tch.”

You sit beside him, looking out at the silvery water. “Thank you.”

It comes with so much tenderness he almost misses it. “What?”

“That was the first time I… had fun. Earlier.”

That is incredibly sad. Toji tries to find your eyes in the moon gloom. There is nothing he could say. He doesn't want to care… you are just a job. “You seemed disappointed that we haven't reached the capitol… do you want to marry him? Do you look forward to it?” He asks… though he does not want to know.

“What? No?” You frown. “It's just… I've never been to the capitol… and… it feels like the only connection I have left to my mother. It is her throne. I spent the first few years of my life in that castle… I wonder if it will feel familiar.”

“Right,” he nods.

“I know marrying him is like a death sentence… I am not all that naive.”

“Don't say that.” He sighs.

“You know it is–”

You and Toji perk up when you hear hooves bang against the sandy ground. Your face lights up thinking it is Geto and Gojo but then Toji grabs you, putting his hand over your mouth. He drags you into the water near the overgrown reed.

“Take a deep breath,” he hisses and pulls you underwater. You struggle against him but he has you in a tight grip and when you see the outlines of strangers, you understand he is just hiding you.

But you are running out of air. You dig your nails into his wrist but he won't let go. He cannot. The men will kill you or worse. You are about to drown. You can feel it.

Your eyes flutter when you feel a strange current.

You are staring right at the woman.

You don't startle. She isn't threatening. There is gentleness and caring in her glowing eyes. She is made entirely out of translucent water, her features are all glassy and elusive.

You raise your hand to Toji's chest, feeling how his grip gets tighter. He then drops the hand from your mouth and it grabs your hip. He'll be damned if that demon rips you right from under his grip.

The woman cups your face and leans in for a kiss. She fills your lungs up with air again then looks at Toji. Her caring eyes turn cold and wrathful. She won't help him. She will let him die just like that.

You turn and cup Toji's face. Your eyes meet and he looks so dumbfounded. You press your lips to his as she has done to you and share the air with him.

And a moment later you finally feel the galloping reverberate in the water. You swim to the surface and gasp for air, coughing and heaving.

Toji cups your face but you turn away, pushing his hands off…Facing toward your savior. She is water. It cascades and forms her beautiful features and long hair. You are in awe.

“You are the lady of this lake, aren't you?” You ask.

She nods.

“Thank you for saving us.” You bow your head.

She comes closer again and cups your cheek, stroking your hair back. You stay as still as possible feeling Toji's eyes burn at you.

“Y-you are her?” Her words come out distorted with a thick accent.

You nod. You think you know what she means.

She smiles. “The one to bring peace to us magic folk. I have waited so long… we have… my queen.”

You take a shaky breath. “I… I–”

She leans in again and kisses you. Your eyes go huge. This must be a cultural thing. It has to be.

Her eyes now flicker to Toji. “Your mate… He is injured. It will kill him soon.” Her voice sounds indifferent. “You must heal him if you wish to keep him.”

Heal him? Her words lay like a stone in your stomach. You must heal him? What does she mean? You gulp and nod. “Thank y-you, my lady.”

And with that she disappears.

You and Toji swim back to the shore and neither of you can speak. You walk back to your camp. Luckily the men did not find it. Toji chose a good spot.

“Didn't I say– did I not tell you to stay away from magical creatures,” Toji sneers. He can't quite fathom what he just witnessed. The ladies of waters usually drown people for no reason at all. They are vicious and evil.

“Show me your shoulder.”

“Piss off, your grace.”

“Show me now! I order you!” You demand and stomp your feet, standing in front of him.

Toji chuckles. You are both drenched and the cold starts to nip at his body… so it surely does at yours too.

He lifts his tunik and kicks his pants off. “What are you–?”

“You will catch a cold. Take em off.”

“Oh– no, don't distract from it…I– show me your shoulder!”

Toji sits down. You stand before him, the moon behind you almost like a halo.

“Why didn't you say something?” You whisper.

“What does it concern you? I'm just supposed to do my job.”

You hate him. You hate that he doesn't see you as anything but a job… something he was hired to care for. He is like anyone else. You are never just yourself. The princess. The sacrifice. The queen. The job.

He doesn't care about you… but you care about him. You cannot help it. You care. you care about so much all the time. You place your hand on his shoulder and think about what the lady of the lake has said. Heal him. You pour energy into his wound until you are too exhausted to continue.

You drop to your knees, heaving. Whatever you just did… it drained you beyond words. “There… all better.” Your teeth clatter together as the cold finally reaches you.

Toji touches his shoulder. His eyes go wide. He rotates his arm. It is better than new. “How did you…? That is im–” You collapse and he just so catches you, cradling you in his arms.

You look peaceful like this. He brushes your wet hair away.

It is a tender touch. His heart feels tender too– it nearly hurts. He cares. The second he found you with those bandits… he cared. But you are just a job.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

》》》》

He can feel how tense you are. He wishes he would have any soothing words to offer but nothing about him is nurturing, caring or soft.

Not like you are.

Toji reaches his gloved hand up and squeezes your elbow. It is the best he can do. You are safe… he is with you.

That is all he can give to you.

“They should be at an Inn,” he says. “Just for clarification, the monk is not going to instantly kill me now that I know, right?”

“You are more afraid of Geto than Gojo?” You frown.

“They are both little boys to me… but the monk creeps me out.”

“I won't let anyone punish you, Sir Toji. Only I have the right to do so,” you say, taking a deep breath.

“I kinda wanna find out what that would be like,” he whispers close to your ear making your skin tingle. “But technically you don't. I am just a hire… I am not your knight… you said it yourself.”

“Sir Toji!” You warn and he chuckles.

He is right though and something about that bothers you. Toji feels more like your knight than Satoru ever has and yet… he's not. Never will be.

He stops at the first Inn in town and you walk close behind him. Everyone seems to look at the two of you. It makes you so uneasy.

Toji talks to the lady behind the counter. You didn't pay too close attention until you realized he was flirting with her. Of course he would. He does that with every woman, doesn't he? You aren't special at all. You hate him. He is so inappropriate.

Your face flattens as you realize what you are doing. By the gods. Do you… care for him like that? More than you should? Is that why your heart burns seeing him smile at this girl? This cannot happen.

“Thanks, beautiful,” Toji winks and stirs you toward the stairs. “They are upstairs. Room 7.”

“Okay,” you whisper, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. You cannot look at him. Why would you feel so angry?

“Don't get nervous now.” Toji walks ahead and you follow close.

You are nervous. Will it change how he acts toward you when Geto and Gojo are around? Will he stop being so kind and nonchalant? You want him to stay like this… You are rather a job to him than the princess.

You reach out for his hand and Toji stops at the top of the stairs. He doesn't say anything. He just gives your hand a squeeze then let's go. He has to let go… you know it.

You follow him down the hallway. Room 7 is the last one. You stop. Gojo always takes rooms close to the stairs… he said if you need to run, it is a quicker way out. He told you.

“Toji–”

The door flies open and Toji is thrown against the wall. You hear the slither of a blade and then chattering armour as Toji blocks the blow with his arm.

“(Y/N), run! I'll find you!”

Your feet are quicker than your mind. You turn and hurl for the stairs only to be met by a sharp grin. The blonde man's broad frame blocks your way and he is quick to grab your arm.

“Unhand me!” You try to claw at him.

“You are much more beautiful than I– Ouch!”

You manage to free yourself from his grip and run toward Toji. You wrap your arms around his waist and press yourself into his side. He is the safest place you have ever known.

“It is blasphemous that a scoundrel like you protects the saint. Please tell me you are only a hire and not her knight.”

“What do you want!” Toji sneers. He straightens and pushes you behind his body. You keep holding onto his arm, looking at the man in front of you.

“I apologize for this mess, my lady,” he bows.

“We just need to make sure you do not fall into anyone else's hands.” His gaze lifts to meet Toji's eyes. “And I can never give up an opportunity to put my nephew into his place.”

“Ha… still the bitter old man, aren't yer,” Toji's voice is deeper– angrier. That tone scares you. He has never used it with you… you hope he never will.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot there, princess. I did not mean to scare you, can we forget that?” The blonde guy taps his head and grins.

“Will you come with us… or does this have to get… messier?” The older man says. His eyes are so full of hatred and he never looks away from Toji. “What will it be?”

“I will ki–”

You squeeze Toji's hand and step forward. Head high with your eyes focused like you have been taught. “I will come peacefully… but only if Sir Toji comes as well. He is my knight… any act of violence against him is an attack on me.” You lie. They don't know Toji is a hire, obviously. You just have to pretend. Toji's eyes flicker to you. His heart skips a beat.

The old man chews on his tongue. “Very well then, your grace. I cannot argue with that if he is under your command so be it… though you will find out soon enough that he is nothing but a drunken lowlife monkey, no?”

Toji sneers and his body stirs but you hold him back. “I wish for you to not disrespect my knight… it is simple… can you do that, no?”

He laughs. “Of course… of course. It's all in good fun.” He smirks so disgustingly and walks ahead.

You look at Toji but he doesn't look at you. He cannot see anything beyond his anger and rage right now. You keep holding his hand… you can't let him get lost in it.

You walk ahead and he is right behind you. When you pass the blonde one he says, “well, well, cous… guess you just won a ticket back home to the Zenin clan. How lucky.”

The Zenins? Geto has taught you about the important lords of this land. The Gojos, though Satoru is the only surviving member, the Kamos, who are in hiding and the Zenins… who betrayed your mother and joined forces with… him. Satoru would have been hanged, eradicating the Gojos for good if it was not for your father's efforts. He was just a child back then. But your father did not do it out of good will. You were aware of how he treated Satoru always– as disposable. He was groomed as your protector from that moment on, doomed to keep the high king's future bride safe until delivery day and then be at his mercy. The Gojos used to serve as protectors under your mother… now Gojo is complicit in your doom. It is cruel.

The only ones that made it out of the war were the Zenins.

You look at Toji. He is one of them? He is one of these evil monsters? It cannot be. Why would Geto hire him?! Him of all people?! A Zenin.

You get on your horse and two guards cage you in. Even if he tried he couldn't get out of this. He is done for. He failed you. He truly is a fucking failure.

Toji's grip on you becomes more painful by the second. You put your hand on his and push it off, clawing his fingers away one by one.

“Snap out of it,” you sneer at him. You need him now… whether he is a Zenin or not. “What do you want?” You say loud enough for the old Zenin to hear. “I was on my way to… him… there is no reason to act as escorts.”

The old man laughs.

“Actually… we might just save you from having to marry that monster. If you agree to our terms, that is,” Naoya muses.

You feel your throat close up. No… No way. “W-what are–”

“All in due time, your grace.”

You chew on your tongue the whole ride. It takes you the entire day to get to the Zenin estate. You are exhausted but trying not to show it. It is a small but luxurious castle with a garden that reminds you of home.

“Where are Geto and Sir Gojo then?” You ask as you all walk in.

“Who?” The old Zenin frowns.

You look at Toji but he simply shakes his head ever so slightly. You drop it but it is strange, isn't it? You assumed they had captured Geto and Gojo and that is how they knew you were coming.

“Show the lady to her room. We will take supper in about an hour.” The old Zenin says and a servant girl leads you and Toji to a luxurious room.

You cannot help but fall onto the bed and let out a sigh, releasing all the tension in your body for a second. “You are awfully quiet… Zenin.”

“I am not a Zenin– not anymore,” he says below a breath.

“Were you there when they betrayed my mother?” You sit up and suddenly look at him like a noble looks at a knight. Before… you looked at him with kindness. Toji has endured torture, monsters and so many horrors, but right now he feels pain like he has never before.

“I was.”

“You should find your own room… I am going to freshen up now,” you walk into the adjacent bathroom, not looking at him again. You don't know if you ever want to know to what extent he helped kill your mother. “I want to get this over with so I can return to my knight, Satoru, quickly.”

Toji feels a throbbing in his chest. He has been serving you with everything he's got. He would never admit it, not under torture, but he is devoted to you. He will stay by your side even when you're married to that monster. You want him by your side. He knows it. He sees it. You smile and you trust him and you make him feel something. He cannot let the Zenins ruin this… Not this! He is your knight. He should be. The second he slaughters the bandits and you sat by the stream– he was all in. He needs to serve you.

Toji's boots are heavy against the marble. He storms into the bath, kneeling before you with his head by your feet. He can barely hear his own voice through the thumping of his heart. “My lady, if I could change the blood in my veins I would have done it by now. I would kill myself if it meant eradicating the Zenin bloodline. I want to see this castle burn even more than you do. Please… I am devoted to you. The Zenins mean nothing to me.”

You blink. Your heart aches. “I am just a job to you… why does it matter?” He has said it himself. You want him– but his loyalty is only to money. He said so. Again and again.

“My lady, let me serve you. I will beg if you make me. My body, my sword– my heart… it is yours. You give me a purpose, my lady. I have never been given that in my life. I am a failure– I am nothing… but you showed me what it means to fight for something bigger– When you called me your knight earlier– it is all I want to be. I see it in every spec of you… you are worth raising my sword for.”

You kneel and hug him. He is frozen for a moment but then wraps his arms around you holding you tightly.

“I need you,” you whisper. “My knight.”

》》》》

You bring the glass of wine to your lips, letting the tangy liquid slowly fill your mouth. You lean back, placing the cup down again but keeping your hand on it, finger tapping in annoyance. “Can we stop pretending like we are just having a nice dinner together, Zenin?”

“Are you not enjoying it?” Naoya asks with a shabby grin.

You want Toji to rip his head off for you. Right now.

There is so much that makes no sense. Where are Geto and Gojo? How did the Zenins find you and for what? They are the closest to the king.

“What were you talking about earlier?” You ask. “That you will– prevent me from marrying him?”

“I am sure you know the Zenins train the grand army.”

“Yes.”

“If you agree to our terms we can stage a military coup against him.”

Toji laughs. “That will never work. Even the grand army is not enough to take him down.”

“But if our fair saint here rallies the common people and magic folk to riot… It will.”

Toji chews on his words. He cannot deny that now it is a reasonable plan. You hold the key. You are force.

“And what are your terms?”

“You will marry my son.”

Naoya grins.

“And all power will be handled by the Zenins. You can do charity work… Keep the people happy but we run the land.”

You scoff, your knuckles turn white.

“We are not helping you get back the power that is rightfully yours, my lady. We want to seize it for ourselves. Now is the time. You must understand.”

“Will you let me sleep on it?” You say through teeth. “I will consider your offer.”

Toji looks at you.

“Like you have a choice,” Naoya laughs.

Toji follows behind you as you exit the great dining hall. The second you step into your room, he makes you back into the wall, towering over you with menacing eyes. You have never seen him like this… not even when he slaughtered the bandits. He looks entirety tortured, like something snapped inside of him. His confession earlier was shocking enough. You are happy… somehow but Toji seems to not do good here.

“You will… consider?” He breathes out as cold as a winter day. The coldness consumes you and yet there is a bubbling fire in the pit of your stomach thrashing whenever he is this close. “You… will … consider?” His hand tightens around your arm. There is nothing in his eyes right now… they are as void as can be.

“Sir Toji,” your voice comes out faint. “Compose yourself.” You want to pull away but he doesn't let you. You bring your free hand up to his chest plate and push. “Toji! Stop.”

“Tell me you just said it. Tell me you didn't mean it! Tell me–”

You slap him. His head is turned away now, eyes wide and unfocused. He lets go and steps away. “I am sorry–” You scramble.

He turns to the door. One step and another and then another. His hand reaches for the brass handle and your heart clenches in your chest.

“Please– don't leave me– here,” you whisper. Your hands are shaking, your eyes wide and fearful.

“I just need a moment,” Toji sighs.

Everything is too much right now… for the both of you.

He closes the door and punches the stonewall next to it. His heart is racing up into his throat and tingles in his hands. What is he doing? The thought of you and Naoya made him see red. He has no right over you– he is nothing. In every way.

But be is your knight now and what kind of knight would he be if he let you doom yourself.

Toji touches his healed shoulder. Your energy still lingers in his tissue and it makes him sick. You make him sick.

What is he doing? You were just a job. You were nothing to him but money. And now? He is sick for you. He sighs deeply. He needs air. If he walks back in now heaven can't help him.

You aren't anyone's but his to protect.

Toji has been doomed since forever but he cares enough to not doom you too. He couldn't forgive himself.

He only has the courage to face you again hours later, hoping you would be fast asleep already.

You are not.

“Your grace… aren't yer exhausted?” He sits on the edge of the bed. “Shall I call for a servant to make you tea?”

“It's nothing like that,” you whisper.

The thickness between the two of you weighs heavy. It is choking him, suffocating you.

“So… What will we do– what will you do?” Toji sighs. The sooner he gets used to the fact you will marry Naoya he– Toji gasps silently. Your fingers are cold and too soft against his scarred knuckles and calloused fingers.

“My whole life, the people around me, told me how lucky I am. How thankful I should be… To him… allowing me to live on.”

Toji holds his breath. The voice you speak with now seeps into his very bones.

“I remember it… I was so small but I never quite forgot. His glowing eyes… the claws around my neck,” your hand brushes against your throat like you still need to free yourself from his clutch– a frozen echo in time. “His laugh– he told me to better grow up pretty,” you curl up more. “And since that moment… I've been domesticated for him. He put me and my father's court in some hidden castle, a cage, made sure my existence was almost but not quite a myth… made me a saint just so he could desecrate me for everyone to know, sniffing out the last bit of hope amongst the people. It is exactly like you said. I have figured it out a while ago, seeing past my father– Geto's lies but you were the first to say these things aloud. Marrying me, forcing me to have his children… it's the final stage of his revenge against my mother… the final doom to this land.” You sit up, still holding his hand. “At the beginning of this journey, I knew what I had to do. I was raised only for this and there was no other option… but now… I like to believe that I have a choice. Sir Toji… would you kill me if I'd ask you to? I… I don't want to keep being a pawn. I don't want to be domesticated like this for some man’s gain any longer. This is my choice. I don't want to marry King Sukuna. I don't want to let everyone down. If I just cease to exist, become that legend forever… maybe the hope of me being out there will inspire something… someone. But my life as his pet… will not.”

Toji looks at you for a long moment. His features are set in stone, his breathing nearly nonexistent. He has taken so many lives. This should not be hard.

Your logic makes sense to him… but what does he know? He doesn’t want to… but that is selfish. He is your knight and you asked something of him.

He can do this for you.

Toji moves and wraps his hands around your throat. He pins you down. Your eyes stay locked together. The moonlight graces the side of his face sharply, making him look monstrous.

You know he's not. You know this is kindness. Yet your hands still claw at his wrists once the oxygen in your lungs depletes to a critical point. You are searching for his eyes but you see nothing in them. You are scared. Not of him but… dying… of what will happen once you're gone. Will the power vacuum burst? Will the families with secondary claims rise up? Will the people? You could be a martyr. You can be a saint forever. Or will it only bring more sorrow? Will Sukuna kill your father? What about Satoru and Geto? Will all the magical beings and people continue to suffer? And… What will happen to Toji?

Oh, Sir Toji.

And then it just stops. You gasp and cough sucking air back into your body, not even realizing that Toji's weight is resting on you. Once you do you freeze. His forehead lays on your shoulder, his arms cage your upper body in.

“Sorry, princess… can't do it,” he rasps and wants to sit up again but you cup his face instead.

Your noses are nearly touching, your thumbs softly caresses his cold cheeks and your heart still beats so loudly you can't hear a single thing.

Your lips brush against his briefly. You search for his eyes, looking at him, waiting, hoping he will do something. You don't know what that is… you know it's wrong… but you still want it. Toji sighs. You cannot tell if it's annoyance or defeat. You cannot tell what he thinks at all. But his eyes soften and his lips touch yours again. It is so different, leaving you breathless all over again. Pleasantly now. Your hands tug on his raven hair, needing him closer. It is a need that originates deep within your core, it is like nothing you have ever felt before.

His lips move hungrily against yours. Devotion lingers in every touch. You can't help the sound of pure longing that escapes you when his tongue brushes against yours. You think about so many things but none at the same time. You just need him.

Toji wants to pull away but you don't let him. You don't ever want to stop. It's just you and him in the world. It feels so good. When you pull him back the kiss becomes deeper, the fire in the bit of your stomach thrashing brighter.

But then he pulls away for good, drawing his sword and pointing it at the door. Toji wipes his mouth, you are both breathing heavily.

“Someone is coming. Go hide in that corner,” he points.

“Y-yes,” you get up and scoot for cover. You are wearing the white nightgown the Zenins provided and your feet are naked on the cold ground. The coldness now grounds you, washes out the hotness that made it hard to think. Your lips tingle still.

The door slowly opens and a figure steps in. Toji waits until the door closes then holds his sword against the person's neck.

“You.”

You run from your corner. “Satoru?” Your face lights up.

He lowers the hood of his cloak, holding a crossbow aimed at Toji. “What are you doing in Lady (Y/N)’s room?” Satoru says lowly, the looks they give each other could kill but then Satoru looks at you. “Let's go.” There was not even the flicker of a smile, of relief on his face. “Why is he still with you?” He asks you.

“What is your plan here, punk? Are you that insolent to think you stand a chance,” Toji lowers his sword but Satoru still poings the crossbow at his chest. “They won't allow her to escape.”

“That's none of your concern. You can't possibly hope to still get paid?! You Zenins are all the same.” Satoru grabs your wrist. “Now, (Y/N).”

You protest, fighting against his pull and since Satoru did not expect it he loses the grasp, looking at you confused. You step back until you are by Toji's side. “I'm not going anywhere without Sir Toji,” you say. “I appointed him to be my knight in your absence.”

“Are you serious?! He is a Zenin! For all we know this was the plan all along!”

You stay firm.

Satoru curses under his breath. “Fine. We need to move now.”

“Or what?” Toji sheaths his sword and picks you up into his arms. You wrap your arms around his shoulders to hold on as the three of you hurry down the dark hallways of the castle.

“So what's the plan, boy?” Toji says more demanding now. “Is the monk taking care of the guards outside?”

Satoru looks at Toji like he wants to murder him. “Not him.”

You make it into the courtyard, passing slaughtered Zenin guards and walking right out of the gate. Satoru leads you to two horses in the woods. It is clear that this has been planned and executed by a group of people.

“I suppose this weren't my men,” Toji says.

“Your men are dead. Sorry… there is only two horses… guess you–”

Toji swings himself on the horse then helps you up. There is a routine to it by now that Satoru isn't oblivious to. He chews on his tongue and leads the way.

“So who are you working with then?” You ask but Satoru doesn't answer. You soon make it to a clearing where a group of knights and Geto is waiting. The knights bare no crest… but it is dark maybe you just can't see. Who would help you?

Similarly to Gojo, there is no joy on Geto's face when he sees you. You cannot help the smile tugging on your lips though. You jump off the horse.

“Geto!”

“(Y/N), cover yourself,” he takes off his cloak and wraps it around your shoulders. Right. You almost forgot that was important. “Why is he here?”

“(Y/N) made him her knight.” Satoru's voice is full of accusation.

“What?!” Geto hisses. “Send him away. Now.”

You feel like everything is wrong. Like the world shifted and all of it is just wrong. Or maybe you were just ignorant to it before. Was Geto ever on your side? Was Satoru?

“I will not,” you say.

Toji walks up being you, his hand on the handle of his sword. “Who are you working with?” He asks again. “I assume it's someone I pissed off before.”

“You insolent–” Geto begins but the sound of approaching horses stops him.

You watch the men approach and it isn't hard to tell who the leader here is. The other soldiers bow to him like he is a king and Satoru and Geto do the same.

The blonde man looks at you, obviously ignoring Toji on purpose. “Your majesty.” He nods.

You bow unsure what the etiquette is here. You don't know who he is. “Thank you for the rescue, sire.” You say. He just seizes you up a moment longer. You get the impression he is a man of few words. “What… is all this?” You don't believe this man helped from the kindness of his heart.

“It doesn't need to conern you now,” Geto says. “It is all taken care of.”

What is taken care of?

“I wasn't aware Zenin Toji would join us.”

“Neither were we, Lord Nanami. I beg your apologies.” Geto quickly says.

Lord Nanami. You don't recognize that name. It is plausible he is one of the knights that seized power for themselves in the wake of Sukuna killing your mother. The outer regions are hard to keep control of and King Sukuna doesn't mind as long as taxes are paid.

“Not a Zenin anymore… don't you know that, Kento, old pal?” Toji grins.

“I will kill you–”

“My lord!” You speak up with volume. “I feel saver with Sir Toji by my side. I cannot know what history you have… but I–”

“There is nothing you have to fear. And you have a knight already–” Geto says through teeth like you are a misbehaving child.

“Do I? I don't know who this is. I don't know what your plan is. As far as I am concerned it is just another lord kidnapping me… with your help.”

“We should go,” Satoru says.

“Bet ya. They probably already released the beasts,” Toji tries to seem unbothered but you can tell he is tensed by how alert he is to every sound around you.

Geto reaches to grab your arm but you are quicker. “Go where?” You demand.

“Keep your charge in line, Geto,” Lord Nanami warns.

Your heart drops and anger surges up. Who does he think he is?! “The charge is right here. You can address the charge directly.” “Sire, please excuse Lady (Y/N). She has been through so much these last couple of days. She isn't herself.” He smiles and bows, basically cowering before Nanami.

Before you can open your mouth again Toji's hand squeezes your shoulder. “We have to move, my lady,” he says but his eyes speak more. He is there. Whatever this is… Sir Toji is there.

You take a deep breath and nod. You reach down and rip a slit into the nightgown. Geto looks at you like you are crazy but how else will you comfortably sit on a horse. You don't even know how long the ride will be.

You want to turn to Toji but Nanami offers his hand. You are not blind to the tension, you know you cannot refuse so you take it.

You settle behind him, turning your head to look at Toji. He winks in reassurance.

You are fine.

Your party gallops for a short while when a bone rattling screech echoes through the woods. You thought it was just a myth. Your heart starts to pound.

Geto has told you that the 4 big families all have their specialty. The Gojos were great Paladins being the protectors under your mother rule, the Kamos were skilled blood magicians and healers, your family is of magic folk descent and the Zenins… they tame monsters.

“Fall back,” Nanami commands his soldiers but only a moment later the screams of men dying in agony can be heard.

You hear a river gushing somewhere close. “Sir Nanami, what about the river?”

“It is too broad and the current is too strong–”

“Go to the river!”

“Do not be foolish, woman!” He barks.

In the corner of your eye you see Toji stirring the horse closer, he reaches his hand out. You wrap your arms around his neck and he holds you by his side, moving toward the river.

“Lady (Y/N)!” Geto yells.

“Zenin, I will–”

Toji lets you down and you run into the water, holding your hand out. “Lady of this river?! Please–” Your hand is lifted as she cradles it in her translucent ones.

“My queen,” she speaks with care.

“We are chases by a monster, dear lady. Will you allow us to pass through your river so we can get to safety,” you request.

She tilts her head. “But why are you running, my queen?” Her words have the same weight as those of the lady of the lake. Heal him. Why are you running? It is the same question… a question you are too afraid to answer.

She disappears and the water parts, creating a narrow path for you.

“(Y/N),” Toji calls and you are quick to respond, settling behind him as he gallops the horse through the river bed. The others follow right behind.

Once everyone is safely across the water seems to rise and the current becomes stronger. “She will keep it away,” you realize. “Thank you!” You call out, knowing she hears you.

Nanami, Geto or Satoru don't dare to say something but it's written all over their faces. You don't understand why they are angry with you… you saved their lives.

“Atta girl,” Toji utters and your head falls against his armour.

Why are you running? What are you running from?

You are so tired.

The ride is long and spent entirely in silence. The looks Geto throws from time to time make you believe that this is fate worse than being kidnapped by the Zenins.

Eventually you arrive at a hidden castle in a thick forest. It is beautiful. The canopy is thick, the leaves deeply green. There is a little stream going around the castle. But as you approach the gate you feel like you'll be doomed once it closes.

You want time to stop so you can think. So you can make sense out of all of this. But instead the hair on the back of your neck prick up.

“Kento!” Toji shouts and Lord Nanami grabs you from behind Toji, galloping toward the gate.

The screech makes the blood in your veins freeze over. No. No. It can't be. It followed you all this way?

“Close the gate!” Nanami orders.

“No– you have to help him!” You shout but no one is moving. Toji gets thrown against a trunk and is slow to get it. Too slow. “Toji– no!”

You free yourself from Nanami’s hold and run toward the closing gate. It shuts right as you slip past it.

“My liege!” Geto shrieks.

“Lady (Y/N)?!” Satoru runs. “Open–”

You run towards Toji, getting in front of him right before the beast lunges forward.

“(Y/N)--” Toji chokes.

“Stop!” Your command echoes with something greater than the volume of your voice. A tingle spreads all around you.

The monster wants to go around you to get to Toji. “I said stop,” you repeat and now it's sounds turn more docile and it settles.

You reach your hand out and probe your desires into its primitive brain. It seems to understand, roaring and running off.

You take a tumble backwards and collapse. Toji drags his body toward you and cradles you in his arms.

“How… How many times have I saved your life already?” You fairly rasp.

Toji breathes deeply, “too many.” His thumb rubs over your cheek, combining back some sticky hair. Way too many times.

He carries you toward the castle, limping and hissing with every step. Sir Satoru takes you from his arms and as much as Toji wants to protest… he just can't.

“What is with her?!” Geto demands. He looks terrified.

“I've seen it before– she will just sleep it off.”

“Good,” Nanami speaks up. “Bring Lady (Y/N) to her room… and Zenin to the filthiest cell we have.”

Soldiers grab a hold of Toji and stir him toward the castle. He resists. “Nanami, I'll kill you if you harm her! You're a dead man if–” Toji growls before he gets knocked out by a blow.

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