#fushiguro toji
Chapter 7: Toji moves to make one of your issues, a non-issue. Meanwhile, you try to reconcile the person you were, with the person you are now but your past makes it hard to see how anything in your present has changed.
A/N: When I tell you guys, this chapter gave me so much trouble. I didn’t want to drag the story on. I can write fluff all day every day but this is a story with a plot. It’s been a long time since I posted a story that I was writing as I was posting it. I usually write quite a few chapters ahead. And I think I’m gonna stick to that bc this is a little stressful and I hate to keep y'all waiting. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
TW: Domestic abuse mention (not described in any detail)
You kept forgetting to breathe. Watching the fight unfolding in the arena was really wearing on your nerves. You knew the fight for the heavyweight title wasn’t going to be easily won, but you didn’t anticipate this at all. Since you started going to fights again you’d watched Toji win some fights by the skin of his teeth, but this was tense. So tense it made your stomach hurt to watch.
“Breathe,” Maki reminded and you pulled in a sharp breath, “He’s got a hard head. He’s been through worse in brawls. This is nothing.”
She said that but his nose was bleeding and the sight of his blood, vibrant against his skin, bothered you. The two were sere circling again. This fight was pretty evenly matched. His opponent was just as big as him, with equal reach. The only difference between the two was background. His opponent had apparently been training since he was young in the formal MMA arena. Which Maki assures you was a steep disadvantage for Toji. You didn’t see how. It’s not like the rules of brawling were the same as MMA, so to you the other guy had the advantage. Not to mention he had a background and wrestling which made his floorwork impressive. The third round had ended due time but Toji wound up on the ground. It was an awful place to be with this guy.
You winced and turned your face towards Maki when the other guy punched Toji with a hard right jab to the ribs.
“Oh,” Maki breathed, “Oh he’s got this.”
“What? Who?” you demanded, actually focusing on her face. There was a light in her eyes you did not understand. She seemed to know something that was absolutely escaping you. This looked awful. You looked at the ring again in time to watch the opponent kick with the kind of force that looked like it would take someone’s head off. Toji leaned back at the last second and he grabbed his ankle. Which, for the record, his ankle was moving too fast for any normal person to have possibly caught. Toji yanked the guy’s leg up until he lost balance. Then he was on the floor. The commentators were spouting information about the different holds, and defense, but all of that went over your head. You weren’t really sure where the hell Toji found the energy but once he started wailing on this guy he did not stop. The opponent, a relatively normal human being, was tired from three previous rounds. He couldn’t keep up a solid defense. As the blows just kept coming he hit the mat, three distinct times and the referee was splitting them up.
As if to prove that Toji was an actual human and not just a can of whoop ass personified he had the decency to look tired as he got up and walked away, moving to lean against the wall of the cage, breathing heavily. There were so many other things happening in the arena but all you could look at was the way he was practically glistening under the bright white lights, from the beads of perspiration on his body. He had the nerve to push his hair back in order to move the strands that stuck to his forehead. It was a selfish desire, considering the fact that he was probably tired and sore, and itching to just shower and go to sleep, but you wanted to suck him off so well that his soul left his body. The heavy rise and fall of his chest, the way the veins in his arms bulged from exertion it was all utterly mesmerizing. Maybe you’d just agree to do all the work. He was tired, maybe for once he’d just lie there and take it, let you be in charge for a little bit.
As if he could read your dirty thoughts his eyes landed right on you, in your seat right outside the ring. The rest of his team was cheering and hugging each other. There was just you, still sitting, but your eyes were locked on him with that pretty little doe eyed expression that let him know you were having dirty thoughts. As was his ritual after every fight he stuck his tongue out at you, smiling despite the ache in his face. You grinned too and mimicked his expression. With whatever strength he had left in him, he was gonna fuck you until you felt just as tired as he felt at this moment.
The announcer gave Toji the ridiculous gaudy UFC Championship belt and lifted his arm. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. Maki grabbed your wrist to make you follow her and the rest of the team as they climbed the stairs into the ring. You did your best not to snap your ankle in your heels. You’d gone all out with hair and makeup considering this was a televised event and you were glad to have done so now that you were front and center with Toji. Basically hand delivered you to him. He received you casually as he answered whatever inane question the announcer asked him. He rested his arm over your shoulder as he spoke.
“It was a great fight, start to finish, and I’m ready to get the hell out of here,” Toji said and the laughter that followed made you smile because they thought he was joking.
You knew the two of you would be in this place for another couple of hours so that people could interview him. You gave his back a reassuring pat. He was really going to be here much much longer than he wanted to be.
When it was time for him to hit the showers you waited with the rest of the team in the room where the post fight interview was set to happen. You were still buzzing with excitement at Toji’s win, and what that might mean for him. He was never one to spend too much time basking in his own glory, but you felt like he deserved to enjoy this. It was a huge accomplishment after all. You were on your phone. Your best friend was sending you back to messages about the fight and sprinkling in compliments for you as she’d seen you on television.
- Oh my god BITCH! That was crazy!
- He’s good. I know.
- Does he have friends??? A brother?
You scoffed at her questions. As you started typing you reply you froze. Someone was watching you. It was more than just cameras. There were plenty of reporters milling about, buzzing with questions, but none of them were for you. They weren’t terribly worried about who you were at all. No, there was someone watching you. You tried to be natural, not wanting to tip anyone off, or appear crazy by wildly whipping around and searching for a pair of eyes on you, but you could feel it. They might as well have been right over your shoulder. You slowly lifted your gaze and scanned the room as if you were waiting for the press conference to start just like everyone else. In your scan you saw him, and try as you may to appear casual your eyes paused on Geto Suguru. One side of his mouth quirked up in a sinister smirk. You probably should have guessed he’d be around. It’s not like he could try anything at the moment with so many people around but it still made your stomach heavy with dread.
“You know that guy?” Maki asked, and you turned away from him to look at her.
“Um, not well.”
“Are you sure? You look like you’re gonna be sick,” she frowned and turned to look in the same direction you were looking before. You looked too and noticed him coming over to you. He stopped in the aisle. Maki sat between the two of you, looking up at him confusedly.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” he cooed, looking straight at you, “I don’t mean any harm, just delivering a message. Sukuna’s about made a full recovery, you know? I’m sure he’ll be looking to give you another visit and maybe congratulate the heavyweight champ. He owes him one doesn’t he?” Geto smiled.
It felt like someone had replaced your blood with ice water. You clenched your jaw to keep from shivering. You glared up at him with open hatred, “What do you want?”
“To offer my help… for a price,” he shrugged and flicked down to take in the rest of your form before meeting your eyes again.
“Fuck off.”
He took one hand out of his pocket and held out a business card between two fingers, “In case you change your mind?”
You were acutely aware of the way the rest of the room was beginning to settle down. It seemed like the conference was about to start. You didn’t want Toji to come in and see this. This was his big night and you’d be damned before it was ruined. You reached in front of Maki and snatched the card away from him.
“Get lost,” you hissed at him.
He smiled, “I look forward to hearing from you.” He walked away to the opposite side of the room.
You stared straight ahead ignoring the blatantly questioning look Maki was giving you. You really didn’t want to talk about it. Sometimes you hated how good you were at compartmentalizing. You never forgot about Sukuna, you just put it out of your mind, deciding instead to live in your own perfect world where those problems no longer existed. Now here you were on what was supposed to be a happy occasion, fretting. You heard the commotion the minute Toji entered the room, and you focused on schooling your facial expression into something happy, instead of the expression of a woman gazing upon the gallows. You turned and almost immediately met Toji’s gaze. You gave him a smile and you hoped it was genuine. He didn’t seem to expect anything was amiss.
It was perhaps the most useful skill you learned under Sukuna’s thumb. You learned how to act. It was the only way you got out. You had to act like you were still in love with him for months after you’d recognized his true nature. You had to fawn over him, simper and sit in his lap, all while on the inside you were scared shitless that he’d figure out about the money you set aside in order to get away from him, or for the short amount of time it took you to decide once and for all that you’d terminate your pregnancy that he’d learn about it. You pretended for months to still love him in order to survive. You were sure that throughout those months he had never been more enamoured with you, thinking he had the perfect grasp of your emotions, that you’d never leave. That was always Sukuna’s problem. He thought he was the smartest person in every room. It made him underestimate others and overestimate his own control. Sukuna had no idea who you were now, he barely knew you back then. If he thought you’d just roll over and let him have his way, he was wrong. You were happy now. You were honestly and truly happy with a man who cared about you.
The conference passed by and you barely listened to the words exchanged between Toji and the people who asked him questions. You were careful to look engaged and happy, but on the inside you were wondering what the hell Geto thought he could do. He was young. Age was probably the reason for his arrogance. Whatever reason Sukuna kept him around wasn’t enough for him to be of any use to you. You wondered at his plans or rather what he thought his plans were. Sukuna would kill him without a second thought. And what price did that boy think he could demand of you? You had an idea and it made you want to laugh. He was a kid, pretending to know more than he did. It would get him killed, you were sure of it.
Toji stepped down from the stage with a salacious grin pointed right at you once the conference was over, He took your hand and pulled you up to your feet to walk with him. As he pulled you in close he spoke in your ear.
“What happened?”
“Huh?” you pulled away to look at him.
“You don’t look right. What happened?”
You laughed a little, “Damn, you could have just called me ugly. What do you mean I don’t look right.”
Toji gave you a little bit of a stern glare. He could tell something was wrong. Whenever you were afraid your eyes glazed over, like there was a physical wall behind your pupils. It looked like the lights were on but nobody was home. You could smile and laugh, and carry on as if nothing was the matter but your eyes didn’t lie. That doe-like quality, like you were frozen place staring at headlights destined to obliterate you, it lived in your eyes now. He knew something was wrong. He just didn’t know what and it was making him anxious. He held you close to his side.
“You know you’re the most beautiful woman in every room. Don’t be fucking stupid,” he rolled his eyes at you.
“Really, I’m pretty sure there were some super models in the arena. So you’re a liar, and also I know I’m hot, I just thought that maybe you got punched a little too hard out there.”
He chuckled, “So that’s how it is. I may have taken a few hits but I’m sharp as ever sweetheart, and when we get in the car you’re gonna tell me what’s wrong with you so I can handle it.”
You huffed, “Fine.”
Toji pulled your in a bit more, placing his arm over your shoulder and curling it in a bit possessively. As he left out of the room he looked around reflexively. He looked over your head to his left and saw an unfortunately familiar face. It was really just an old habit to survey his surroundings at random. He pulled you in reflexively as he met eyes with Geto. He did promise to beat that man’s ass if he ever saw him again… but he was in a good mood, plus… Toji didn’t particularly want you to see him like that. You were secretive about your past but he wasn’t stupid. He saw the way your gaze glazed over any time he tried to ask about anything that happened to you more than seven years ago. You put up a wall, something impossible for him to get through. It wasn’t hard to guess what your relationship with Sukuna could be like. It was written all over the small mannerisms you had. They were subtle, but obvious when you knew what to look for. If he yelled, and he didn’t often, but if he did there was a certain tightening in your eyes, and you stood stock still. He was never yelling at you, but it never seemed to matter. When you alluded to the incident in your old apartment you spoke with a kind of detachment that bordered on robotic. It could have happened to someone else for all the emotion you showed. Then he thought again of when he got out of the ring. What gave him pause was the glazed over look in your eyes. Your walls were up, which made no sense because he, obviously, hadn’t asked you anything about your past.
When the two of you were in his truck he waited until you were both on the road to ask you what happened.
“You saw him, didn’t you?”
“Who?” You said, looking down at your nails.
“Long black hair, tall guy. Former associate of your ex. I saw him as we were leaving. Did you see him before?”
“No.”
“Don’t lie to me, Y/N,” he sighed, “I hate it when you lie to me, especially over shit like this.”
“And if I did?”
“I’d want to be sure you’re okay. He didn’t touch you, did he?”
“No,” you answered softly, “Todo got between us first.”
“Was that so goddamn hard?”
“Yes. Yes, it was,” you looked out of the window then, and he glanced at you reflexively, and then again as he noticed you try to covertly swipe at your cheek.
“Are you crying?” he asked incredulously.
“No!”
“Why are you crying?”
“I’m not crying.”
“You know you’re a piss poor liar. It’s getting insulting at this point. Talk to me. I’m asking you to just fucking talk to me.”
“What do you want me to say, Toji?”
“I wanna know what’s going on? What happened back there? Why are you crying?”
“Because my life is in fucking shambles, okay? Do you think I like needing a fucking security detail? Do you think that’s fun for me? And it’s all because of a stupid decision I made when I was young. That bothers me, Toji, and I feel like I’ve ruined your night with shit I can’t seem to fucking escape. So yeah I’m crying! But it’s because I’m pissed! I’m not some stupid emotional girl. I’m a grown woman and I hate that all the work I’ve put in to be something different than who I was doesn’t matter because I have nothing to show for it.”
“You have nothing to show for it? Are you serious right now?”
“I’m done talking about it.”
“Well I’m not. I know who Sukuna is. And I know that 99% of the time, whatever he wants he gets. That 1%? That’s you. The fuck do you mean you have nothing to show for it. You’re alive aren’t you? You’re out.”
“But I feel like… I feel like I’m being sucked back in.”
“Hey, look at me.”
You turned your head miserably to look at him.
“I’m not going to let that happen. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Do you understand me?”
You crossed your arms in front of your chest petulantly.
“Y/N, do not play with me right now.”
“Yes, I understand,” you huffed.
“Good,” he paused before looking at you again, “Do you want to go home? We’ll go home. I don’t really give a shit about this after fight drinks thing anyway.”
“No, we’re going. This is your night to celebrate.”
“I win fights, all the time,” he said with a cocky shrug.
Your lips tugged up in a reluctant smile as you dabbed at the tears on your waterline, “You’re so full of yourself. Ugh, I can’t believe you have me crying. I’m a G. I don’t do tears and shit.”
“Oh now it’s my fault,” he mused playfully, but he did spare one more glance at you just to be sure you were really okay.
He didn’t like it when you were upset. It made him want to do something impulsive, like go hunt down that Geto kid and snap his neck, or make a few calls to someone crazy enough to try to take out Sukuna or do it himself if he could bear to be away from you for a significant amount of time. It was a constant struggle to stay on a more righteous path than the one he had walked in his youth. You were just… special. He really liked you. Well, he felt a bit more than like for you but that wasn’t the kind of thing he wanted to get into. Not that it was too soon for that kind of thing. The two of you were inching closer and closer to the year mark. He just wasn’t that guy. He didn’t say stuff like that, even when he felt it. No, especially when he felt it.
Still, he kept a watchful eye on you at the bar. You spent most of the time under his arm anyway, sipping at a cocktail that was more juice than liquor. You didn’t like to get too drunk in crowds. Though in the comfort of the house you did drink a bit more, and he was used to your drunken giggles. He kind of wished that you’d wanted to go home. He would have preferred drinking with you to this place, but you would have sworn he was derailing his night for you, so he hung around for an hour before pretending that he was beginning to feel the punches from tonight as an excuse to leave early.
“You’re such a liar,” you breathed as the two of you walked out of the bar, “You’re fine.”
“Yeah, but I got sick of sharing you. I’m a pretty selfish man, you know?”
“Oh trust me I know,” you rolled your eyes.
“Can you blame me? With the way you look tonight.”
“Oh that’s your angle? You think just because you’re the new UFC Heavyweight champ that I’m just going to spread my legs for you.”
‘No,” he shook his head, “I think you’re gonna spread your legs for me regardless of all that, sweetheart.”
“In your dreams.”
The two of you barely got into the house before he was between your legs. If only for a small fraction of time you allowed yourself to forget about the awful sense of foreboding that existed on the fringes of your psyche. Instead you let yourself fall into Toji. You would worry about the rest in the morning. For now, there was just your man, in his place between your legs making you cum more times than your cared to count.
What you didn’t know was that Toji did not intend for you to worry about it at all. While you were fast asleep he grabbed your phone from its place on the nightstand and unlocked it. He used your face ID, of course. He didn’t care to go through your phone at all, no he was more interested in finding the card he’d seen you stow away in your purse while he was talking to the press. He went through your bag and found it amidst crumpled receipts and gum wrappers. he looked at the number on the card and the one scrawled in Geto’s handwriting. He had to assume that the handwritten one was Geto’s cell. So Toji sent a simple text.
- I could use your help.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess what Geto Suguru would have offered you. Toji did his homework on the kid after their first meeting. He wasn’t the type to deal with a problem while uninformed. Geto had something like a gang, but it was probably more aptly named a cult: a group of people who worshiped him as their leader and looked up to him as someone who might turn the tides of the city where the strong led the weak. Toji wasn’t overly interested in the kid’s’ manifesto. He was interested in connections, strong people who might have a problem with their lord and savior getting beaten to a pulp. There weren’t many who would pose Toji a problem. What Toji didn’t know was his exact connection to Sukuna and whether or not the man was expendable to him. He could find that out.
- I know you were a smart girl. What do you say we go out for dinner?
- I’d like to meet somewhere private. I know I’m being watched.
- Even smarter. I’ll send you an address, date and time.
Toji waited for a bit and soon enough Geto sent all the information Toji asked for and Toji wrote it before sending Geto a message not to contact you again and then deleting the entire thread. This would be a problem that he handled without the need for you to be worried at all. By this time tomorrow he will have beaten Geto up to a pulp and that facet of your problem would be dealt with.
It was a few days, more than enough time for you to show that you never had any intentions of contacting Geto. You never went looking for the business card, and you continued your usual routine of going to work and back home with a couple of random shopping trips in between. He appreciated that you were not a particularly complicated or over secretive woman, at least not with him. It made it easier to keep an eye out for you. He didn’t have to ask you to leave your location on, you just had it on, which made sense when you were worried about an actual psycho ex. He only kept this stuff a secret because you always put up a fight with him when he let it be known that he was going to handle your problem with your ex, but it was just a statement of fact. He was in this with you now because he liked you. Well, what he felt for you was far more intense than just “like” but to call it anything else was simply too much to admit ever to himself. It wasn’t a groundbreaking confession or anything but it bothered him sometimes. He just had to like a woman that was wrapped up with one of the most dangerous people he knew of. Maybe it was karma. He’d spent so many years putting money over the lives of his fellow man and now here he was. If anyone hired him to do a job like this the price he would have requested probably could have set him up for life, now here he was doing it at a loss for you. It was almost laughable.
He got to the location early of course. It was a pretty remote alley, the perfect place to snatch up a woman and have no one be the wiser. He was glad you weren’t actually in a place like this. Despite being in the location first he was well hidden. Geto wouldn’t know he was there until it was far too late.
Toji used to do this kind of thing for a living. He was good at it and this job would have earned him a pretty penny back in the day. Now it was actually costing him money. He gave you a nice chunk of change to spend all day in the salon. Still, even working at a loss he wasn’t bitter about it. He wasn’t even angry really, more resigned to his fate. It was really quite simple. You were his now, and would be for as long you cared to be, and anyone who tried to cut his time short with you would be dealt with. He liked to call himself a changed man but really, much of his motivations hadn’t changed at all, only his methods. There was a bigger picture for him now, things that he wanted that he didn’t care about in his twenties, things like a house, maybe a dog, you said you didn’t mind dogs. He had a kid. He could tell despite your initial acceptance of his lack of relationship with his child, you were bothered by it, so maybe he’d make an effort there so you’d stop frowning at him every time the subject of father’s came up. For the longest time, Toji thought that he would never find anyone that made him feel the way his first wife had made him feel. In a way he was right.
Back then, he didn’t know how easy everything goes. Anything he got his hands on could so quickly be taken away. He gave up everything cold turkey, still playing it hard and fast with life and she was right there with him. The experiences were just different. He wasn’t gambling away money, but he was devouring all the good things that come from love without a thought for the future. When you play things hard and fast sure it’s fun while the good times are still rolling but when they stop it hits hard, and things go down fast. He’d nearly lost his mind when he lost her… maybe he had.
This was… different. Still a bit fast by most people’s standards but for Toji, the two of you were moving at a snail’s pace. Though he’d long since made up his mind about you he was taking his time before revealing that he could and would do just about anything for you. He sighed at that, more disappointed that it was the truth than anything else. He couldn’t think of a single thing he wouldn’t do if you asked it of him. It was ridiculous, more than a little pathetic, but a truth he’d accepted months ago when he woke up at your side for the first time.
Geto parked his car at the end of the alley and Toji. Which was the only way out of the alley. It led to a dead end. He wasn’t completely blocking it, but if you had intended to come you wouldn’t be able to leave easily. Toji peered through the dashboard to see the same asshole from before in the passenger seat. If you had been stupid enough to go to Geto for help, he never would have accepted a no. It was a good thing that you weren’t prone to that exact brand of idiocy. You were a martyr but not one without a cause. Toji waited until Geto was a good distance away from his car, so that when Toji exited the building he would be between the mouth of the alley and his car. He didn’t expect the other guy to be able to see enough to join in. Toji suspected they had a signal or something. Mahito was in a great position to stop escapes from the alley, and drive off quickly. He was not in a good position to see anything happening in said alley.
Toji stepped out of the building and into the alley with a heavy sigh, “You know this was too easy. I thought I might have to work a bit harder to get the Lord of the new world in a precarious position but… man, you really think my woman’s an idiot.”
“Au contraire, I thought she finally had an intelligent thought. Do you think you can protect her from Sukuna.”
Toji shrugged, “And besides, I told you that if I saw you again I’d beat you to death. I saw you again after my match. And I’m a man of my word… that is unless you can help me put together a few pieces.”
Geto did not seem in the least bit worried, “Hm… She reported right to you huh? Damn you trained her fast or maybe she’s just eager to please.”
“A lot of things could happen to you in this alley right now. I know what is going to happen. But I could be persuaded towards other resolutions. I know people who would pay for your head served up on a silver platter. I also know someone else looking for you, and I’m sure you don’t want him knowing where you are and what you’re doing. so think carefully about how you talk to me.”
Geto narrowed his snake-like eyes at him as his lips tugged down into a frown. He could tell that Toji wasn’t bluffing at all.
“I just wanted to offer her an alternative to being the next body someone found in a river. Sukuna’s already interested in taking your life, and he’s eager to get his hands back on her. he was crazy about that woman so maybe he’d just kill you. I don’t pretend to understand the thoughts of a mad man.”
“Right, because you’re so sane. How could you even begin to help her out of her situation, huh?”
“I could take care of her,” Geto shrugged. A sly smile began to spread across his face.
Toji laughed, one hard guffaw of genuine amusement, “Slow it down, kid. If you honestly think I’m gonna step aside and let anyone take her from me then you’re stupider than you look.”
“I’m her best bet. If Sukuna gets a hold of her again… well I’m afraid there won’t be much left of her to covet. I always liked the way she carried herself, even under Sukuna’s thumb she stood out. There aren’t many people worthy of the air they breathe but that woman… that woman’s really something. I hate to see a face like that go to waste.”
“Look I don’t really give a fuck about your crush on my woman. You’re not her type-”
“Right, she likes ‘em big, stupid, and violent.”
Toji raised an eyebrow, supremely amused by Geto’s appraisal, “Real violent. And I owe you an ass kickin’. Let’s get down to business.”
You pulled up to the house and was surprised to see that Toji wasn’t home. He didn’t say he was going anywhere, but he seemed like he meant to spend the day in. You were fine with that. You were craving soul food and preferred to start in an empty house anyway. Toji had a way of distracting you when he was around. He was just too hot for his own good.
You tried not to, but it was hard not to compare your last serious relationship with this one. You weren’t so much comparing the two men, moreso you were comparing yourself. Sometimes you’d catch yourself looking at Toji and feeling so very happy to know him and your heart would do this weird fluttery thing and you felt soft and young and it made you want to start problems on purpose. Which you knew was stupid so you seldom ever opened your mouth about it. It was just that you didn’t like how soft you felt about him sometimes, because it reminded you of how you used to feel all those years ago, before you knew better.
Like now, you were getting ready to make dinner for him. You would have been fine with what was in the house, but Toji liked your cooking, and he was curious about soul food, and obviously soul food was never any good from a restaurant, so you would have to make it. And it wasn’t like he made you cook for him all the time. In fact he faithfully cooked breakfast every morning because he woke up earlier than you, but you just wanted to and it felt so… domestic. You huffed. This cycle of thinking was killing you. It was slowly killing you. Why couldn’t you just be happy to be happy? Why did you have to make it so complicated? Why were you scared of happiness?
The answer to that was quite simple actually. Life had a way of knocking you off cloud nine, and curb stomping you into the concrete. Every time you were happy you couldn’t help but to think about how bad all of this was going to hurt when it fell apart.
Toji came back around the time you put the sweet potatoes on, which was hours into you cooking. Everything else needed to be cooked low and slow so the sweet potatoes were one of the last things you put on the stove. You looked at your phone for the time and saw it was close to 5.
“Hey, old man,” you greeted, peeking your head out of the kitchen in time to see him fall onto the sofa. Something about it made you pause in the doorway. It set off something in the back of your mind. You read somewhere, right after you got out of your shitty abusive relationship that survivors of domestic abuse could be hypersensitive to the moods of others. It was true for you. You knew that you had a bad habit of trying to anticipate other’s actions. For the most part you tried to ignore the subliminal messages you perceived about someone else’s mood and just wait for them to talk to you, but something was up with Toji.
“Are you… good?” You asked hesitantly.
“Perfect,” he said on a sigh.
That really didn’t help so you continued into the living room slowly, keeping an eye on him, well mostly the back of his head until you came around the sofa and looked at him. He appeared mostly normal, maybe a bit tired. Perhaps he just came back from the gym.
“Whatever you’re cooking smells fucking delicious,” he continued slowly opening his eyes to look at you.
“Glad you think so. It’ll be ready in a few.”
You took a step back then slowly turned on your heel, trying to make sense of the weird feeling you had. Maybe it was just nerves. You were just thinking about all the way this relationship could go wrong. You took a deep breath and set your nerves aside to continue what you were doing.
“Everything’s gonna be just fine” you said under your breath to calm the nagging anxiety fluttering in the pit of your stomach.
You were at work when you got the call. It was an unknown number so you didn’t bother answering, but you remembered having a weird feeling about it. A few hours later your best friend’s mother called you while you were on a lunch break. You answered, that woman didn’t call you without good reason. This was the first time in years the two of you would be talking.
“There was an accident,” she began, and your whole world felt like it was crumbling. You listened, barely breathing, staring sightlessly ahead. There was an accident. Niecey worked in your old hometown and her mother didn’t have the time or the resources to go up there at the moment. She was asking if you could go instead. She was asking you to go back to the city that Sukuna lived in. You tried to focus on her words, and not the heavy frantic beating of your heart.
“Please, I can’t stand the thought of her being there alone.”
“I’ll go,” you breathed, “I’ll go. I’ll get on a flight tonight.”
“Thank you so much. I wouldn’t ask if I-”
“Stop, it’s okay. It’s the least I could do really… I need to start setting things up.”
“Right. Bye, baby.”
“Buh-bye.” You hung up and looked again at the unknown number that had called you only a couple hours before. Maybe it had been the hospital… but the hospital would have left a voicemail. This caller did not. There was every chance that this was just a weird coincidence, however something inside you told you it was anything but. You managed to keep it together long enough to tell your supervisor that there was a family emergency and you would have to leave. You called Toji on the way back to the house so you could start packing your shit and go buy a plane ticket.
“I’ll order the plane tickets, we’ll be on the first thing out of here.”
“You don’t have to come I know-”
“Like hell you’re going there without me. Don’t be stupid. I’m going.”
You let out a defeated sigh, you weren’t in the mood to argue with him, “Fine. Whatever. Okay. I just need to get there. I don’t fucking- I don’t know what I’ll do if she- if she-” You couldn’t even bring yourself to say the words. That woman was your rock. She was everything to you. Men could come and go but that woman was your constant. And you felt like an ass because the two of you hadn’t been talking as often as you used to, and you had to move across the country from her all because of a stupid decision you made in your youth. All of it felt like it was crashing down on you. You couldn’t even allow yourself to cry about it. You didn’t have that kind of time, and you were driving on the highway. So you put all of the tumultuous emotions raging in your chest into a little drawer in the back of your mind, and you shut it. You slammed it closed. Now wasn’t the time for you to fall apart. You didn’t have that luxury.
If you were honest, most of the transitory stuff was a blur. Toji already had half of your bags packed. You just needed to add a few more things. He assured you that you would just buy your hair products and things like that when you were there. You didn’t even blink at the fact that Toji got first class tickets. It was probably a necessity from how big he was. You thought maybe once you were on the plane you would cry, since you had a long flight to sit through, but it was like your body just decided to shut down. You fell asleep right after lift off, with your head resting against Toji and his arm around your shoulders.
When you arrived, you got checked into a hotel pretty close to the hospital, and then the two of you went to go see Niecey. She was in the ICU. You were listed as her emergency contact. Her mother must have also named you her sister just to ensure that you’d be able to see her when you got here. You were grateful for that because it saved you from arguing with anyone.
“It was a hit and run,” the doctor told you, “police haven’t found the suspect but the wreck was bad. She’s lucky to be alive.” He said gravely.
She was T-boned at an intersection. If they’d hit the driver’s side she’d be dead. She was lucky, all things considered. If she pulled through she might heal completely from her injuries. With a little physical therapy she could resume her life as it was before. She was lucky. That’s what everyone kept saying. Lucky, would have been not getting hit. She wasn’t lucky. Toji couldn’t come back with you into the room. It was fine by you, you didn’t want him to see Niecey for the first time like this.
You and Niecey met in college. Two black girls in a PWI, struggling to stay sane. She was smart. She was accomplished. You’d been proud of all of her achievements, been there to celebrate all of them and you felt like you’d only ever shown her you worst since graduation. Maybe it was selfish but you wanted a chance to show her a win. To give her something to be proud of the way you were proud of her. You stared at her lying in the hospital, bruised beyond recognition.
What’s awful is that when you were dating Sukuna she used to fret about having to see you like this. It was the only time two of you really fought. It was the only time she yelled at you, really yelled at you and it was because she was scared for you.
“I don’t want to be the one to get that call that he’s fucking beat your ass! Or- Or worse! That shit don’t get better! People like him don’t fucking get better! People like you just wind up in body bags!” She yelled at you and you could still hear her voice crystal clear. Your phone rang and you answered it without looking, too numb to really even think about it. You half expected it to be Niecey’s mom, or maybe Toji. You did not expect the voice over the phone.
“Oh, you answered this time.”
You were already stock still, but you were pretty sure that your very heart stopped as you listened to the voice on the line, “Sukuna, how did you get this number?”
“I feel like you have bigger issues on your hands. How’s Denise? Bet she’s doing about as well as Geto is right now.”
“You-” You didn’t even know where to start, “You did this? Why? What does Geto have to do with anything? I don’t-”
“Well someone messed him up pretty good. I’m not crazy about the guy but he did have his uses and now he’s useless to me, thanks to the piece of shit you’re whoring yourself out for.”
“I didn’t- I didn’t even know-”
“Shut up,” he said cruelly, “I’m not done speaking. You wanted out, you’ve got it. You’re out, and I’m going to treat you like I treat every other piece of shit that’s in my way. This is an eye for an eye. And we’re not nearly even, yet.” He hung up and you stood there devastated.
Toji was in the waiting room, waiting for you to leave your friend’s side. He’d never met the woman, but he’d heard her voice on the phone and it was obvious that the two of you were close. He was ready to be waiting for a while. He did not expect to see you speed walking towards him with tears in your eyes. You looked like you were on a warpath. He stood up reflexively, because obviously the two of you needed to go somewhere quickly. He did not expect you to hit him. You punched him right in the chest. It was a solid hit with a good amount of strength in it. And then you hit him again in the stomach.
“Hey, what the fuck?” He reached out and grabbed your arms as you continued your assault.
“You stupid fucking asshole! This is your fault! I told you to stay out of it! I fucking told you!” you yelled at him as you tried to shake off his grasp. He grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you a bit.
“What the hell are you talking about? How the fuck is this my fault?”
“What did you do to Geto?”
He blinked, “Huh?”
You tried to push away from him with your hands on his chest, “Don’t fucking ‘huh’ me. I know you heard me. He did this to her because of you! I can’t stand the sight of you. How could you?”
“Talk to me,” he demanded, green eyes wide with worry. You hated it. You hated how genuinely worried he seemed, how he wasn’t mad at all. You wanted to hit him again. You wanted to keep hitting him.
A hard sob shook through your body as you spoke, “Sukuna. He- he did this to her, because you- you-” you couldn’t even get it out because you were crying and you hated it. You wiped at your face angrily and Toji began to pull you into him. You smacked at his body trying to shove him away… but in the end… in the end you just surrendered into it. You let him hold you, because you didn’t hate him at all not even a little bit.
Toji let you cry it out. He understood now. This was his fault.
Next Chapter
Tag List:
taking what’s mine–
tags: toji x megumi’s gf!fem reader (reader is of age), 18+ smut MDNI, **DUBCONmanipulation/coercion, big dick daddy toji, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, praise, cheating, unprotected sex, size kink, soft dom toji. no beta ignore typos<3
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youwanted to surprise megumi by meeting him home after he had been away training, you didnt think anything of it as you spent plenty of time at his place without him being here. though, the first person to arrive home was not your boyfriend, but his father who you’ve never had the pleasure of meeting before.
taking what’s mine–
tags: toji x megumi’s gf!fem reader (reader is of age), 18+ smut MDNI, **DUBCONmanipulation/coercion, big dick daddy toji, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, praise, cheating, unprotected sex, size kink, soft dom toji. no beta ignore typos<3
wc; 2.3k
youwanted to surprise megumi by meeting him home after he had been away training, you didnt think anything of it as you spent plenty of time at his place without him being here. though, the first person to arrive home was not your boyfriend, but his father who you’ve never had the pleasure of meeting before.
mr fushiguro was intimidating to say the least. his tall, built frame could easily tower over you. he had an aura of mystery, of danger, as you examine his face. you rise off the couch to greet him properly. “o-oh mr fushiguro!” you chrip, realizing you’ve probably been staring uncomfortably long. “im sorry, i didnt mean to intrude on your home. im megumi’s girlfriend-” you reach your hand out to shake the older man’s, but he just smirks at you.
“ah, so you’re the one he’s been hiding, hm?” you cant help the way your cheeks flush as he speaks, his eyes peering down at you. “oh, um… im sorry, mr fushiguro sir. megumi is just always so busy, we never really have time to spend here.” you watch his expression twitch at the formality of your tone, but especially at the sweetness of your voice. hes not sure how his son managed to bag such a sweet little thing, and he is a bit upset megumi has obviously taken steps to keep you away from him.
“just toji, darling. mr fushiguro was my father, and im only sir in the bedroom.” he says in a far too serious tone, causing a visible shiver to run down your back. toji chuckles just a moment after. “gosh, just look at you. like a deer in headlights.” he hums, placing a finger under your chin to lift your gaze. “how’d he find such a sweet little thing?” you do feel frozen, like your brain is screaming at your legs to _move, _but they just won’t. “i-i’m sorry again for intruding.” you breathe, voice barely coming out over a whisper. “i should try to call megumi.”
toji just raises an eyebrow. “naw, c’mere sweetie. make yourself at home, i’m sure my kid will be here soon.” his large hands come around to grasp your wrist, surprisingly gentle at first. “m-mr fushig-” your sentance gets cut off when toji closes the gap between you by tugging your wrist and catching your lips with his. your eyes widen immediately as you feel him kiss you and you try to pull away, but you were no match in strength to your boyfriend’s father.
when he finally does let you pull away, the look in your eyes was just precious. “n-no, i need to go.” your hands shake even in his grip, chest rising and falling in rapid succession. toji all but pouts,the grown man above you giving you almost a puppy dog face. "whats the hurry, doll? why don’t you stay, let me show you how a real man loves.“ he breathes, eyes darkening by the second.
you hate that your body is reacting to him in such a primal way, heat spreading from your core even though your brain screams that you don’t want this. this is megumi’s dad, he would be your father-in-law if megumi ever proposed. you should be running away, yet your feet barely inch away. "i-i can’t mr fushiguro-” your sentence ends in a quick yelp as toji’s pulls back on your ponytail, pressinc his lips right to your ear.
he essentially has you locked in place like this, strong grip on both your hair and your wrist. “what did i say about the formality?” there’s a low growl in his tone, making you almost whimper in response. “i don’t wanna hear that again, got it? i am megumi’s father after all, why dont you start callin’ me daddy too?” he says with a chuckle, almost like he’s testing the nickname out. slowly, he walks you back until you’re knees buckle against the couch and you’re now sitting in front of him.
he’s even more intimidating like this, your neck craning to look up at him. he tugs once more on your hair, earning a wayward moan from your lips. you try to shake your head, try to say no but you just can’t make it happen. “mmh c'mon now. use your words.” your eyes are glossy with tears as you look up at toji, seeing his broad shoulders and defined chest muscles. your heart pounds as you struggle to comply, lip shaking as you open your mouth to say no.
“d-daddy…”
you barely mutter the word, a tear falling down your cheek as you do. toji’s thumb wipes it clean, before his hand grips your jaw. “atta girl, i knew you could be good for me.” he coos, coiling your stomach into knots. his voice, somehow so sweet yet condescending at the same time, was starting to wear you down.
toji was nothing like megumi. you would never guess they were father and son other than the fact that megumi was the spitting image of his father. you keep thinking of your boyfriend, of what would happen if he walked in at this moment to see his father looming over you.
but as if toji could tell your mind was wandering, he grabs your attention back by moving his leg and parting your thighs, earning a shuddering breath from you as your skirt inches higher and exposes more skin. “what’s the matter, doll? don’t worry. daddy’ll show you a good time. you sure do look pretty all teary eyed like that, though.” your thighs shake as toji’s hand pushes the fabric up further, inching it up your waist until your panties are unveiled. your eyes once again well with tears, embarrassment surging through you but toji just shushes you.
the touch on your cheek was surprisingly soft, you found yourself leaning into it as if it was your boyfriend. but it was still in fact toji, but when your eyes clear up, he wears an even more surprisingly gentle expression. “you’re okay princess. daddy just wants ta’ have a little fun, that ain’t so bad, is it?” you struggle to answer his question. ’of course its bad!’ the part of your brain still functioning screams. your body unfortunately has other thoughts, you can feel your panties becoming more damp by the passing seconds. every inch of your skin burns hot from desire and toji knows that.
toji knows you won’t be leaving, he knows as soon as his hand pushes aside the silk of your panties and your legs spread further for him that you are indeed going to let him have his way with you. precious, he thinks. he can’t wait to ruin you, his fingers dancing around the plush of your lips before he slides two into your aching cunt. you wish it wasn’t so good, the stretch of his digits already making you want to make a mess on his hand. “d-daddy no-” you whimper to yourself, clenching around his fingers as he preps you for his cock. “no?” toji raises an eyebrow, watching your juices coat his skin. “you wanna stop when you’re this wet for me?” pulling his fingers out, he holds them to your face. your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you see what you’ve done to his hand just within a few seconds.
toji presses his still wet fingers to your lips, watching with a groan as your tongue darts out to clean them without him even asking. “fuck, baby. there is a little slut hiding in there, after all.” you watch with puffy eyes as toji’s free hand tugs at the waistband of his pants. you can see the outline already, his cock entirely too big for you it seems. your mouth waters at the thought of it stretching you open, as much as you fight against those thoughts.
“here, since you wanna suck on somethin’ so bad…” he removes his fingers from between your lips in favor of freeing his cock and sliding it up against your mouth. you can’t suppress the whine that leaves you as your tongue darts out, kitten licking the salty head before toji’s hand grips your jaw. it forces your mouth open wider, letting toji slide his cock further into the warmth. he groans, head thrown back as you finally give in to the primal desires running through your body. your jaw aches already, lips stretched around the width of toji’s cock. it’s quite the sight, toji thinks, as he forces his gaze down. “good fuckin’ girl…” toji sighs, running gentle fingers through your hair.
your eyes water not from your tears this time, but from the force of toji’s cock sliding down your throat. its too much, you’re forcing yourself not to gag but every purr of praise from the man above you sets your core ablaze. you can’t help your desire to please, to be a good girl and to impress him. why? you have no idea. there’s still a sane part of you that’s screaming, but its getting smaller and smaller as the seconds pass.
toji takes a step back, freeing his cock from your mouth as he stands over you. he takes in the wide eyed innocent look you give him, a deep chuckle following as he strokes his cock. “what a pretty little whore…” he muses, the thumb on his free hand running across your bottom lip. toji reaches for your arm, gently pulling you from your spot on the couch before flipping positions with you. you now look down at him as he sits, cheeks flushing as he guides you onto his lap.
this is wrong this is wrong this is wrong-
but as you straddle his thighs, feeling his cock pressing against the fabric of your panties, you can’t make yourself stop. you wantthis. you want megumi’s father. the man megumi has specifically tried to keep you away from. as your thoughts spiral, your eyes fill with tears once again. toji’s voice brings you back to reality, a soft shushing sound falling from his lips. “hey, baby it’s okay.” he reassures, easing your tension as he slides aside your panties.
“you’re gonna feel good, okay?” he shoots you a soft smile, a manipulative smile that makes you shiver. but you’re caught in his web, it was too late to escape. you nod, tears still soaking your cheeks as you shift into a better position. toji takes the lead, one strong hand on your hip while the other helps you sink onto his cock.
you’re gripping his shoulders, feeling the muscles under his shirt flexing as he fits you onto his cock slowly. you shake in his grip, thighs on fire as you attempt to get used to the burn and stretch of being so full. you can’t even imagine sitting fully in his lap at this point, you feel like you’d split in two. but toji ushers you down further, further further-
you sit with your ass pressed against toji’s still clothed thighs, your body trembling as his cock spreads your cunt. it burns, the head of his cock pressed snug against your cervix. toji’s hands run up your back in a soothing manner, giving you your time to adjust. “aw baby.” he coos, condescension dripping off every word. “never been fucked by a real man, huh?” he grunts, hips pushing up to make you gasp as he fucks impossibly deeper in your womb. “ ‘ts too much-” you cry, clinging to his strong chest.
toji just chuckles, his hands settling on your hips. he can easily lift you even with an awkward grip. “naw, you’re takin’ it so well baby girl. you’re fuckin’ making a mess on my pants.” he smirks when you bury your face in the crook of his neck. toji fucks into you with quick shallow thrusts before pushing you onto the full length of his cock.
your nails dig into his shoulders as you take everything he gives to you, the coil in your stomach tightening with every pass of his cock. you don’t want to cum, but your body has a mind of its own as you start fucking back against toji’s brutal thrusts. “atta girl.” toji groans, feeling your walls flutter around him. its intoxicating, the drag of your pussy around him. it’s a shame he probably won’t get to feel this again. as he feels you squeezing around him more, he sneaks a hand between your bodies to play with your clit.
the immediate stimulation makes you mewl, hips arching between the roughness of toji’s thrusts to the soft way his fingers dance on your skin. your body feels hot, too hot, as you shudder against him. “d-daddy…. ’m gonna…” you pant against his skin, hot tears forming in your eyes. “yeah, baby. cum for daddy.” toji watches your face as your jaw falls slack, eyes shut tight as tears roll down your face.
god he hopes he never forgets that look, he needs something to jerk off to on his next mission after all. he’s getting tired of the whores he finds when he has a perfectly good doll waiting at home, even if she’s supposed to be for that damn kid of his.
and you cum, body quivering against the stong form beneath you. you immediately fall slack, your legs burning from the position and your mind in the clouds. you barely even notice toji lifting you off his cock as he cums, the thick ropes painting your thighs and all around your cunt. there was something sweet about the notion that he didn’t cum inside you, something almost caring?
maybe toji was just a little like his son, the caring part of them both hiding behind a scary mask. or maybe you were just coping. you couldn’t really tell as you start to fall unconscious. you’re tired, physically and mentally. toji presses a soft kiss behind your ear before he lifts you as he stands and carries you to megumi’s room. he lays you down and goes to run you a bath before he makes his departure. he wouldn’t dare be here when megumi arrives. your heart and head fight as you force yourself into the bath.
what have you gotten yourself into with this damn family?
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Part 8 (finale?) of Toji Drabbles I Never Fuckin’ Finished
Warnings: gn!reader
Toji was odd. But it was a good odd. It’s the type of odd that you wanted to keep around you. Maybe what you’re trying to say is that of all the people you’ve met, he was the most genuine, no matter how crass he could be.
“Wait, wait…you mean to tell me you married a woman…then left her…without actually leaving her?” You scratch your hairline in confusion. “For why?”
“I married her for her last name, duh,” he elaborates, like it was the most profound answer.
You nod slowly then pause. “Ain’t the wife supposed to take the husband’s last name?”
Toji takes a swig of his iced tea—well it was yours until you complained that you asked for something different—like the heathen he is. Who the fuck drinks unsweetened iced tea. “Thought you’d be proud of me,” he says after swallowing. “Going against social norms ‘n all. I’m…astonishedthat you aren’t.”
You throw your hands up. “Wow Toji, you’re so progressive, look at you, taking your wife’s name like the chad you are! So cool! So awesome!”
“I know, I know.” He nods smugly.
You scoff. “Really though, that’s it? You just wanted her last name? No romance? No intimacy? Just her last name?”
“I’m hardly attracted to her. Not really attracted to anyone these days if that says anything about me. Don’t even like sex.” He drinks from his can again.
You sit, pondering. That was a bombshell.
“Toji are you asexual?” And this was an even bigger bombshell.
Toji’s brow lifts. “Is that what you kids call it?”
“I’m literally in my twenties.”
“Same difference. You’re all starting to look the same,” he huffs. “What exactly is 'asexual’? Do I like, fuck myself and make a clone? 'Cause let me tell you, my kid looks exactly like me.”
“Oh I’m sure he does. You’re gonna need to show a picture someday.” You nudge his arm and he nudges you back hard enough for you to nearly topple off the bench. “Anyway, there’s a whole spectrum.”
“Is there now?” he says and you can’t tell if he’s interested or indifferent but you rattle off anyway.
“The basic premise is not being attracted to people sexually but it gets a bit more convoluted than that,” you start. “Sometimes it depends on the person. Sometimes you might want to still have a romantic relationship without the sexual aspect and sometimes you might actually like sex itself but not be attracted to someone sexually. You can also just hate sex and anything pertaining to sex altogether. Y'know, stuff like that.”
“That’s a lot,” he says after your explanation. “But sure, we’ll go with—whatever the hell you just said.”
“Well, Toji,” you clap him on the shoulder. “Seems like you’ve been enlightened. Being ace is cool.”
He sneers, but not at you. “You know, you’re the first person that hasn’t said some fucked up shit to me when I told them that I don’t like sex.”
You perk up. “Really?”
He nods wordlessly. “I’ve gotten a bunch of 'but you don’t look like someone who doesn’t like sex’ and 'you just haven’t found good pussy yet’ so on and so forth. Gets old.” He sort of sags in his seat.
It honestly surprised you how open he is about this. Usually men that looked like him were so guarded about these topics, especially his generation. He really is one of a kind. “So, uh…when exactly did everything start to click for you? That you had these feelings?”
“You’re so nosy,” he remarks with no malice. “But I’ll humor ya. I did sleep around when I was younger. Wasn’t a complete soy boy like you’re probably thinking now.”
“I don’t think you’re a soy boy at all,” you interject. “'Cause if you were one, you’d beat me up for asking about your sexuality. You’re so much better than that.”
That statement alone coaxes one of those timeless little smiles that look good on him. He wears them nicely.
“It was until sex was all anyone expected of me, that shit just started to not feel the same,” he continues. “Didn’t get much enjoyment like I used to, ended up getting disgusted, yada yada, couldn’t do it anymore, end of my sob story.” He throws his empty can towards the trash bin and misses.
You stand up to pick it up and toss it for him. “So I take it that you really loved Megumi’s mom, huh?”
“Yeah. About that…"—he rakes his fingers through his bangs—"the only time I enjoyed having sex was when I was with his ma. Sappy, I know.”
“Nope!” You plop down next to him once more. “Although, that does make me wonder why you even had sex with me,” you hum then pause, expression turning demure. “Wait…d'you, y'know, like me…like that?” You start twiddling with your fingers sheepishly, because there’s no way that Toji could like someone like you—
“No.”
—and you were right.
He ignores the way you gawk at him and continues to elaborate. “Just wanted to see if anything changed and…nope. Still don’t like sex, but hey,"—he flicks the side of your temple and you smack his hand—"I did you a favor! You won’t die a virgin!”
“Damn. Way to break my heart, man. You really are a heartbreaker. Don’t talk to me.” You turn away from him.
“You’re better off being a pain in my ass anyway,” he chides, voice becoming softer. “I like it like that—just…friends.”
“Aw, you called us friends,” you coo, turning to face him. God you switch up so fast.
“Yeah. And friends drain each other’s wallets,” he tacks on, standing up and relinquishing your arm. “C'mon. It’s horse race time.”
You try to yank your arm out of his grip but the only thing you would be doing is yanking your arm out of its socket because god damn is this man an absolute monster.
“Unhand me, old man…!” you cry. “You are WAY too old to be my sugar baby! I am but a mere college student…I cannot provide for your wants and needs!” you babble as he manhandles you away.
So Toji Fushiguro, a man in his mid 30’s, 182 cm, handsome and built like a tank, has a son, hates alcohol, loves meat, acts like you’re his glucose guardian, and is on the ace spectrum. How the fuck did you become friends with him.
Reader Makes Toji Celibate
Part 7 of Toji Drabbles I Never Fuckin’ Finished
Warnings: gn!reader, 18+, implied nsfw
The ceiling suddenly became very interesting as your mind sifted through the recent events that had transpired. Huh. You guys really just did that.
You and Toji. Toji and you. Huh. Who would’ve thought.
You allowed your head to loll to the side, unfortunately not being greeted with those dewdrops of hazel. Though, it was a welcomed sight to see the lack of a crinkle in his brow as he curled his bare arms around the pillow and allowed his cheek to sink against it.
“So you’re not gonna spoon me? No pillow talk? Not even gonna ask me how it was?” You really had to stop holding this man to a certain standard.
At this, he let out a deep, audible sigh through his nose but made no effort to properly address you.
You shifted onto your side, not really caring if the man got jostled and gave you lip about moving too much.
“It was…well it was certainly something.” It wasn’t a spectacular first time—definitely not as smooth as erotica and porn portrayed it as but there were some notable moments that made your heart skip two beats too fast when you recounted them. In all honesty though, it was memorable. You liked it. “You should let me take initiative some time.”
“You’re not getting anywhere near my ass, kid,” Toji mumbled, lashes still splayed on his cheeks. “There’s not even gonna be a next time. Go to sleep.”
“Damn, not even once? You ain’t the least bit curious on what it’d feel like? You might like it from me—”
Toji rolled over and presented you with the broadness of his back.
“Aw, did I make you uncomfortable? ’m sorry Toji, please turn back around.” Now while you were thinking that sex in general wasn’t all that (it hurt), you were also wondering if you were so bad that you scarred the man into celibacy.
You groaned dramatically but otherwise decided to stop pestering the poor guy. You put yourself in his shoes. It must’ve been exhausting having to deal with a very inexperienced person. You had to give him some type of credit for even going through with it and trying to at least make the experience a decent one.
“I want there to be a next time though,” you murmured softly, actually paying heed to the man’s advice and falling asleep.
By the time you awoke, you couldn’t remember what you dreamt about once you started to sober up. Give it a few more minutes and you’d have a fleeting thought that would trigger all of the convoluted events your mind conjured up while you were knocked out to come back.
Also, you were very taken aback by the fact that Toji hadn’t gotten up and left and instead allowed you to drape yourself over his body like another sheet while you both slept in.
Your nose was tucked into the hair behind his ear, your free arm thrown over his shoulder and one of your legs curled around his. Only then, did you quite literally peel yourself—your guys’ skin stuck together—off of him and sit up in bed, your body making a cacophony of pops and whines just from moving alone.
The events of last night were still vivid in your mind as they were imprinted in your body. Not only did it feel like you underwent a marathon and died a couple of times before you got to the finish line, but you looked the part too.
“God damn. I thought you said you were gonna be gentle,” you complained when Toji shifted, peeking under your shorts to inspect the damage done to your thighs.
“I was being gentle, virgin,” he responded gruffly. The morning voice suited him.
“Doesn’t fucking feel like it—andI’m not a virgin anymore, thank you very much.”
“Then how did it feel last night?”
“Nope.”
“You asking me that now? I already told you it was something. Were you not listening last night?”
Movies > Fornicating
Part 6 of Toji Drabbles I Never Fuckin’ Finished
Warnings: gn!reader, 18+ nsfw, first time
A/N: Ironically enough, the more recent installments use present tense because my writing style changed. Feel free to skip if you’re sex repulsed. It ain’t important.
“You’re gonna need to relax.”
“I’m fucking trying,” you rasp. “I really am—it just…I don’t think I’m cut out for this.”
Toji’s expression is passive but not deterred.
“Alright then. Let's—”
“No—wait! Wait! I think—I want to keep going. I really want to try this out, it’s just,"—you pause to swallow thickly and take a deep breath—"really a lot to take in. That’s probably a compliment for you.”
“Eh, not really if it feels like I’m splitting you in half,” Toji mutters, readjusting his grip on your clammy thighs. He makes it about halfway before your body starts having complications with the intrusion despite emptying half a bottle of lube. It definitely wasn’t going to be an easy process and you were well aware of that. It was a different story once you put it into action.
He feels you ease up around him a smidge. Good. He nudges forward a bit before you clamp down purely out of reflex, toes curling. He actually pities you.
He really doesn’t know why he’s doing this. He doesn’t find himself sexually attracted to you and your personality’s an interesting one—annoying but strangely entertaining enough to keep you around.
Yet here he is, in-between your legs, coaxing you to not be so tense as he gradually pushes into you with the patience of a saint.
His grip loosens up on your legs when he sees you flinch again and a fleeting tear sliding down the side of your face as quickly as it appears but he catches it.
“We’re stopping,” Toji concludes. “Can try again later.”
He watches your mouth open to retort but you choke around your words as the pins and needles of him pulling out halts you instantly. Your body is visibly trembling, muscles tense and trying desperately to soothe themselves.
“I’m sorry,” you speak meekly, crossing your arms over your eyes. It was so uncharacteristic seeing your bravado absolutely diminish as you try so desperately to regress into yourself. “I really am.”
Toji’s silent for a moment. He isn’t good at this. Normally when someone was having a breakdown during sex, it was because he was good at it, granted, he just might be out of practice. Not his fault though.
“Hey,” he calls, shifting to knock your arms from your face. “Relax. I’m not gonna beat you unless you ask,” he says, trying to console you but it doesn’t do anything to ease the tension in your knitted brows.
“Look,"—he says with a sigh—"first time’s not easy. S'my fault for rushing it. Should’ve just started slow.” He’s so bad at this.
“You’re so bad at this,” he hears you huff out, amused. You move to sit up, rubbing at your eye. “But I appreciate it. Really, thank you Toji.”
Toji rolls his eyes as he slips off the condom and chucks it somewhere.“Whatever, it’s nothing. Let’s go watch a movie.” He smacks your leg. “Take your mind off things. We’ll try again after if you’re still up for it.”
Your eyes fixate on the stray condom on the floor with a grimace. “Did you just—hold on, we’re not just gonna ignore that—”
“Yeah, yeah we are,” he interrupts, already pulling up his briefs. He looks at you and you still have yet to move and clothe yourself. “Y'know, for someone that’s so shy about getting naked, you’ve really taken a liking to the nudist lifestyle. Proud of ya. Your confidence is increasing.”
“Shut up,” you snap, sliding off the bed to sift through the clothes on the floor, chucking his shirt at him while you’re at it, and smiling when you hear the familiar trill of his laughter.
Toji Bodyshames Reader in 4K
Part 5 of Toji Drabbles I Never Fuckin’ Finished
Warnings: gn!reader
Toji knew it was you before you could greet him with your characteristic “hey!” He’d heard your shoes—you must’ve been wearing boots—drag across the pebbles at a rhythm unique to your gait. Your usual scent was light and subtle and had the undertones of wood and rubber. He was able to make it out even through the petrichor that permeated the humid air.
“Hey!”
He opened his eyes, and allowed his head to loll to the side. You were, in fact, wearing boots.
“Stay out long?” You spared him a brief tug of your lips, tilting your head back to allow the mist of rain dampen your face. “Any longer and you’ll catch a cold, y'know. Should really watch after your health better, old man.”
“Should really put some meat on your bones before you try instigating me, twig,” Toji huffed, the ghost of a smile manifesting, which you reciprocated gleefully as you moved closer.
“Ionno what you mean. I’ve been putting on a lot of weight these past few months. I’ve bulked up a lot.”
He looked at you incredulously. “Water weight?”
“Dickhead.” You rolled your eyes and leaned your knee on the bench. “Since you’re so concerned about my weight, let’s go. ’M starving.”
“You paying?
"Yeah, you freeloader. C'mon.” You beckoned him with your hand, urging him to take it, but cocked your eyebrow when he didn’t do so much as move. “What? You a germaphobe now?”
“Nah. Just don’t want you to pull somethin’,” Toji hummed mockingly as he stretched. He heard you click your tongue before you caught his wrist, yanking him to his feet, swift and easy.
“So. Water weight?” You marvelled at what you could only gauge as a mildly puzzled look on Toji’s face before it evened out.
“Damn kid,"—he whistled—"you weren’t lying for once.”
“Praising me now, huh?” He didn’t think your smile could stretch any further than it already had. “Any more and I might just crack and date you.”
“This not already a date?”
“You want it to be?”
“Do you?”
“It’s a date then.”
Reassurance
Part 4 of Toji Drabbles I Never Fuckin’ Finished
Warnings: gn!reader
“I’ve actually never dated before,” you huffed out of the blue, sagging against the bench.
“Not surprising,” Toji responded, which resulted in you punching his bicep softly. “If you’re so sad about it then maybe you should…"—he waved his hand in the air—"get out there, go do stupid shit—with your friends, y'know.”
“Wait,"—you wrinkled your nose—"you think I got friends?” You tossed yourself back and smiled wide before shaking your head. “If I had friends I wouldn’t be hanging out with your broke self, Toe cheese.”
The assassin rolled his eyes. You were utterly insufferable sometimes and he knew that you knew that. Your eyes always lit up with a childlike glee whenever you successfully aggravated him—which was a pretty huge accomplishment considering he didn’t get annoyed that easily. Though at the same time, the banter always left the genuine ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.
“But yeah, really. I’ve never been…mildly interested in relationships. At least up until now. Some people find it surprising to hear for whatever reason but…I dunno. S'that weird?” You tilted your head to the side to gauge Toji’s expression but that proved to be relatively difficult in the dim lighting.
“Nah,” he let out after a while, eventually adding to it. “If that’s not what you’re into, then don’t fuck around with it. It’s not for everyone, so don’t feel pressured.”
Fellas, Is It Gay to Compliment a Friend?
Part 3 of Toji Drabbles I Never Fuckin’ Finished
Warnings: gn!reader
“Hey.”
The man grunted in response, not turning his head to give you his undivided attention, much to your chagrin. He seemed preoccupied with his thoughts but you couldn’t help but admire his profile.
You felt the hairs on your body raise up in unison once he finally decided to spare you a look when you hadn’t followed up. His brow jutted towards the sky.
“Why’re you lookin’ at me like that? You wanna ask me out?”
You just wanted to look at his eyes again, especially at this angle where the sunlight hit just right to bring out those broken pieces of brown and amber on top of the myriad of muted greens like stained glass.
“I just like looking at your eyes. They’re pretty,” you responded cooly, making the man look at you incredulously.
“You high?”
“I’m sober—there a problem?”
“You got doped up before you came here, didn’t cha?”
“Since when did I become a pothead?” you defended straightening your posture.
“Since when did you start flirting?” Toji fired back, shifting himself to mirror your own demeanor.
“It ain’t flirting,” you retorted. “S'called giving a compliment, buttmunch. You’ve got some pretty fuckin’ eyes; what’re you gonna do about it? Wear sunglasses? It’s 9 pm.”
“Since you wanna compliment me so bad, least you can do is do it over dinner,” he argued.
“Can’t a good friend just compliment their friend’s eyes every once in a while?”
“We’re friends now?”
“You know what.” You got up. “Fuck you. I’m gonna go eat and I ain’t bringing you back shit. Hope you starve.”
“Hope you choke.” He waved you off casually.
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EDIT: I JUST GOT TOLD THAT IT LOOKS A LOT LIKE KOZUHAS ERWIN SMIT PIECE AND I HAD NO IDEA I AM SO SORRY I JUST USED A CLIP STUDIO MODEL-
I haven’t traced this I hadn’t a clue
I can totally see the resemblance and I had absolutely no intentions of this happening I’m so sorry
I need to improve my lineart so I can stop RUINING THIS MAN
️ T0J1 X MEGUM1 自分を助けるthe king! 私はあなたを傷つけます ヾ(＾-＾)ノ
Thesin of insignificant is ignorance of strength.
PLEASE MAPPA I BEG YOU DONT RELEASE SNK AND JJK S2 ON THE SAME SEASON NEXT YEAR ASDFGHKL PAPATOJI AND LAST SNK WITH LEVI.
I CANT HANDLE THIS. (´┓`*)(´┓`*)(´┓`*)
petsitting
the way the tiddies just *pop out* at some point cause i felt like they weren’t big enough
haha *goes into cardiac arrest*
click Keep reading at your own risk.
this was supposed to be sweat. i swear. please trust me fam. i just can’t draw liquids.
FUSHIGURO TOJI YEAHSSS
Fushiguro family based on an adorable dad prank video seen on twitter this week don’t mind me making this an AU so I can include Tsumiki and real puppies in the family
minors dni
Okkkk the Toji pr0n star is Natsuya Togawa. He does’t look a like him (face-wise) but fr he fucks like Toji (at least in my brain also pls he got them tiddies a bit). Yeah it’s all acting but u know shit’s getting real when the ladies forget those high pitched moans. And dude……they forget them a lot with him. He communicates. Gentle af (kisses you when it hurts. Ladies smile like little girls when he does this :< hngggggg) but when he about to nut…..he fucks til you break (see 3rd link)
link warning (pr0n links. Open responsibly):
Legendary togawa dragon
minors dni
Okkkk the Toji pr0n star is Natsuya Togawa. He does’t look a like him (face-wise) but fr he fucks like Toji (at least in my brain also pls he got them tiddies a bit). Yeah it’s all acting but u know shit’s getting real when the ladies forget those high pitched moans. And dude……they forget them a lot with him. He communicates. Gentle af (kisses you when it hurts. Ladies smile like little girls when he does this :< hngggggg) but when he about to nut…..he fucks til you break (see 3rd link)
link warning (pr0n links. Open responsibly):
would I be called crazy if I say I have the exact pr0n star I see Toji as in bed? I’ll drop sauce if I find a soul interested in knowing him :)
he has very nice dick. He jap. has tiddies. Gentle . Thigh fucks :) Probably has fucked all the most pretty jap pr0n stars I have ever seen. fucks for money. Toji amiright? :3 heh
Toji is gentle. He watches every response he can decipher from your face. Guides you through everything. He knows it gets painful too when he bottoms out that’s why he laps all your painful moans.
He is gentle but when he gets to chase his high, he will fucking break you. No words can get through his ear. No arm can stop how fast and hard he thrusts. Just ride with it.
Everything is the same except the Worm controlled Toji through resting on the guy’s head and pulling his hair Ratatouille style. Then pulls the same stunt on Geto who doesn’t mind and the only thing that can stop them is Gojo who also has a white cat sitting atop their head.
