#🦋 — luxe writes

[rinhaler]

I Should Just Walk Away !

His knuckles are split, what are you meant to do? Not tend his wounds? Someone’s gotta do it! It doesn’t mean you’re going to fuck him again. No way.

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ underground fighter!ryomen sukuna x f!reader

Genre: porn with a plot (and a sprinkle of angst?) Notes: I'm gonna make a masterlist and stuff bc I love this au but I'm lazy pls bear with me! ♡ Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, blood ♡, wound care, daddy!kink, size difference ♡, age gap, degradation, fingering, tit sucking ♡, slight edging?, dacryphilia, m+f masturbation, car sex ♡, vaginal sex, creampie ♡, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, kid), mutual pining ♡, angst??, calls ur pussy she/her ♡, (lmk if i missed any!!) Words: 8k

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Even after proclamations of love for each other, the rest of the ride home is silent and uncomfortable. In hindsight, it might not have been the best decision to divulge the truth of your tryst with Sukuna to your little brother.

You could try to reassure him. But what would be the point? You’re only a few years older than him, yet somehow, you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be a teenager. When you were Megumi’s age, though, you had parents.

They were alive.

Sure, you were somewhat rebellious but you behaved for the most part. You studied, worked hard, steered clear of ‘bad’ boys. And, as Sukuna so elegantly put it, you’re a ‘snooty doctor’. You’re thankful for that, because without that salary you’d never be able to afford subsidising your brother.

You had your parents.

But you’re all Megumi has.

It’s a little unsettling how quiet he’s actually being. You were bickering not too long ago, you’re taken aback that he seems to have no desire to continue. A fleeting thought that he might be trying to punish you enters your mind.

Your head snaps a few times to look at him, though he doesn’t do the same. There’s a little grimace on his face as he looks at you from the corner of his eyes.

It’s disgust.

“Are we okay?” you wonder, and the way it leaves your lips in a warble must be pathetic for your brother to hear. He scoffs immediately after, still outright refusing to say another word. You make sure to keep an eye on the road, though your gaze can’t help but wander towards your sibling when you get a chance. “I’m just going to make sure he’s patched up properly, okay? He’s not staying the night.”

“As if that matters.” he rolls his eyes.

It should matter. You don’t know what he means, and you don’t dare ask him to elaborate. There’s no reason for you to be scared of a seventeen-year-old. You aren’t. You’re more afraid of disappointing him.

“Megumi…” you take a breath. “It’s late. I think we should talk properly tomorrow.”

He takes a breath not too dissimilar to yours, you aren’t sure if it’s inherited or if it’s a habit he’s picked up from you. Is he mocking you? He doesn’t say much more, shrugging his shoulders is an answer all on its own. And still, it makes your heart twist as anxiety pierces through it like a stake.

“Fine.”

“Really?!” you bark out unintentionally. Maybe he’s more mature than you’ve given him credit for, because agreeing to talk properly is the last thing you expected. Your eyebrows knot briefly, and you look at him again when you reach a red light. “Are you fucking with me? You’re not serious, are you? You’re gonna sneak out in the morning and I won’t see you until—”

“I said fine. Didn’t I?” he grunts. “At least be quiet when you fuck him if you insist on lecturing me in the morning.”

“I’m not doing it again, I told you.” you assure him. “It was a stupid mistake and I regret it but I just wanna make sure his hand is okay. And then I’ll tell him to leave. I promise.”

“Should prob’ly tell him that, ‘cause he won’t stick around once he realises.” you both find yourselves looking in the rearview mirror at the man following behind you at a distance before quickly averting your eyes. “Don’t make promises you’re not gonna keep. You sound like my dad.”

“Ouch, babe. Noted.” you laugh a little despite being genuinely offended.

The rest of the journey is completed with your brain on auto-pilot. You aren’t even sure how you made it home without crashing once you realise you’ve parked perfectly in the driveway.

Megumi snatches your purse and ducks out of the car, making a beeline for the front door. You watch him as you allow your head to gently thud against the headrest behind you; he’s frantically looking for the house keys so he can shield himself from any possible sighting of you and his boss together.

He drops your purse on the ground with little care once he finds what he’s looking for, and you’re startled when you hear a knuckle lightly rap against your window.

“Nice place, princess.” he speaks, though it’s slightly muffled by the closed window.

“Stop calling me—”

“Oi. Pick up the purse.” Sukuna warns your little brother before he can hide indoors.

He looks over his shoulder at you both before slowly crouching down to pick it up. He grips it tight before finally disappearing.

Sukuna gives you room to breathe before offering a hand to help you out. Like you’ve never gotten out of your car before. Instead of taking it, you stare. You stare at his obscenely large hand and can’t help but remember his fingers had been inside of you mere moments ago.

You smile, as politely as you can, before hurriedly chasing after your brother.

He saunters after you with a lazy smirk playing on his features. You only see it when you remember you’d forgotten to lock your car. The sound of his Mercedes locking is a deafening reminder.

You enter your home; he hadn’t even bothered to turn a single light on as he charged straight towards the kitchen. You’d expected him to have locked himself in his bedroom by now. But instead, his silhouette is illuminated by the light emanating from the open fridge.

He grunts when you switch on the living room light, looking at you like a raccoon caught going through the trash as he chomps down on the cereal you’d bought on the way home from work.

“Can you get the first aid kit from the cupboard?” you ask him as you take off your coat and throw it down over the back of the couch. “You shouldn’t be eating so late, y’know.”

“I’m starving. I didn’t eat today, ‘m a growing boy, y’know.” he counters. He moves to look through each and every cupboard. He looks at you and shrugs before continuing to eat.

Your eyes are both directed to the sound of a gently closing door. You half smile at Sukuna as he enters before you look at your brother again in contemplation.

“Oh I moved it to the bathroom ‘cause we never use it.” you sigh as you make your way there. “You can finish eating in your room if you want.”

“Tryna get me out the way?” he rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, I don’t wanna stick around here anyway.” he side eyes Sukuna as he walks with his bowl towards his room.

You don’t see the amused grin he offers your little brother while you retrieve the first aid kit.

If you had, you’re sure you would have sent him home too.

“Sorry,” you groan, setting the kit down on the coffee table. You stand with your hands on your hips as you stare at him. It’s dawning on you, now, regardless of how exhausted you are. You’ve let a man you barely know into your home. A man older and stronger than you’d ever hope to be. You’ve welcomed a criminal into the space that is meant to be the safest for your little brother.

“I’m not gonna kill ya, sweetheart.” he cuts through your thoughts as if he can read your mind. It makes your heart race, though your face remains stoic as you try and disguise your evident worry. “Last thing I wanna do is scare you, though. I’ll go if you’re—”

“No, it’s fine.” you interject. “I’m tired, though. I’m gonna get changed because I wanna go straight to sleep after this, okay? You’re not staying.”

“Shame, I had fun.” he grins, circling the couch before sinking into it. His body is angled towards you while his eye looks you up and down with purpose. “Get comfy, I’ll be right here waiting for you, darlin’.”

Even someone as headstrong as you can’t deny how giddy he makes you. You walk backwards, unable to take your eyes off him before you eventually find your bedroom. Everything he says is so intentional, it’s almost vindictive. Like he knows just what to say to have you weak at the knees for him.

But this isn’t you.

You’ve never been the type to fall for a man’s alleged charm quite so easily. But you also didn’t think you were the type of person to fuck a stranger. He isn’t exactly a stranger, though.

He’s Megumi’s boss.

“Stop calling him that.” you whisper to yourself as you try and break yourself out of your spiralling train of thought.

You dress yourself in the most unflattering pyjamas you can find, wearing them with the full expectation of turning Sukuna off of you. He can’t possibly still be angling to fuck again when he sees you in mismatched pyjamas, complete with aged holes and stains from that one spaghetti night you and Megumi attempted.

There’s a feeble attempt made at wiping your makeup off, although you barely try. Your smile is almost blinding as you look at what a mess you are. The panda eyes from your smeared eyeliner and mascara enhance your sunken eyebags. Your eyeshadow glitters across the bridge of your nose and into your hairline beside your temples. Your pretty lipstick that you’d lined so perfectly is half removed while the other half is smudged down your chin.

You emerge from your bedroom with a confidence you only ever experience when you’re at home in your comfiest clothes. Despite your appearance, and even despite your company, you’re so content.

His eyes squint as he looks at your face, and even still, he’s smiling. He chuckles softly as you get closer to him, sitting beside him as you open the first aid kit.

“You look way prettier like this, princess.” he tells you, folding his arms across his chest as he continues to stare.

“Ah! Really? You think I look prettier?” you ask sarcastically.

“No, you look awful.” he laughs. “Is this all for my benefit? I still want to fuck you, admirable attempt though.”

You shake your head and roll your eyes as he laughs a little more, and you force yourself to frown when you realise his laughter is contagious. Everything he does is so effortless; you can’t remember the last time you genuinely smiled so hard it hurt your cheeks.

His eye fixates on you as you begin to look through your little first aid kit and pick a few things to use on his knuckles.

“I’m sure you could have done this yourself,” you start as you pick up a packet of antiseptic wipes and begin to clear the blood surrounding his knuckles. “Could have gone to a walk-in place if you were really worried.”

“Of course I could. Been doing this for years, did you really believe I don’t have my own first aid kit?” he asks. “I wanted you to do it.” he confesses, though he’s no longer smiling. You don’t stop wiping away the combination of wet and crusted over blood on his hand, though you can’t help but stare back at him.

Is he trying to scare you?

“You’re unbelievable.” you tell him, quietly.

“It’s hard to do it with one hand, sweetheart. And you’re a professional, I’d have to be an idiot to do it myself.”

You look away, only to pour rubbing alcohol onto a clean wipe. He can’t help but be transfixed as he watches you, admiring how your dainty little hands are so delicate with the equipment. How your face appears so irritated as you perform tedious tasks such as this, but you do it regardless, and he thinks it’s sweet.

“You should be on my payroll,” he finally smiles again. “My private doctor.”

“No.” you shut him down.

“I forgot how stuck up you are. I thought you’d at least be fununtil tomorrow.”

“Be grateful I’m doing this at all.” you reply with ease. All enjoyment and giddiness over his company seems to be a distant memory as you recall the type of man he actually is. You’re grouchy and exhausted, and he’s testing your patience. “I don’t like you and I don’t like what you do. And I hate that you’re involving Megumi.”

“Lighten. Up.” he warns you.

You press the wipe quickly into his cuts, and you can’t help but smile as he winces from the abrupt stinging pain. You laugh harder as he tries to downplay it. His expression becomes unreadable as he tries to appear detached. You can see it in his visible eye, though. It’s watering.

He can’t help but break at the sound of your laughter, however, as you continue to snicker whilst rummaging through for a roll of gauze to wrap around his knuckles.

“I usually don’t crack when I do that myself. You wanted it to hurt.” he smirks, shaking his head.

“Guilty.” you continue to giggle as you face him again.

He doesn’t say another word as he watches you wrap a thick enough layer of bandages around his bloody knuckles. The somewhat shallow lacerations seem to cause slight discomfort despite being taken care of. You watch him, purposefully, as he flexes his fingers a few times to test how it feels.

You aren’t sure if he knows you’re staring, but his guard seems down. It could be an act to disarm you, but you aren’t convinced he’s a good enough actor to pull it off. The genuine curiosity and intrigue on his face due to your handiwork makes you feel off. Is he judging your ability to provide proper care?

It’s not like you wanted to.

But you both know that’s a lie.

He grins when he finally notices you staring at him. And that makes you relax. You were right, he was genuinely lost in thought despite being in your presence.

“You should go now,” you say quietly. You angle your body to rest your arm over the back of the couch, your balled fist supporting your head as you begin to yawn. “I’m tired.”

“Sure.” he nods, moving to stand before relaxing into the soft seating. “I need your number.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yeah, ya need to give it to me sweetheart,” he smirks, mirroring your body language. “Need it so I can tell you when I wanna see you again.”

You scoff, shaking your head defiantly at his bold claim. The thought of him clicking his fingers for you to come running like a loyal lap dog is almost enough to make you gag. You’d slap him if it wasn’t so late, you’re too tired and you don’t want to cause a fuss for Megumi or your neighbours.

“You’re never gonna see me again,” you smile, biting your lip as you look him up and down. “And you’re not seeing Megumi, either. He’s done with your little fight club. And I’m done with you, period.”

“Aren’t you meant to be smart? Concerning that a doctor could be so naïve.” he squints slightly as he regards you, looking you up and down as you had him. You’re so sure of yourself, he can’t help but wonder if you’ve forgotten about your current appearance. “I’ll be seein’ you both again. Megumi isn’t quitting. And I like you, and I’m not the type of man to give up things I like.”

“Tough shit,” you laugh lightly. “You’re gonna have to find another poor woman to pester. I’ve got enough going on without dealing with a loser like you.”

“A loser? Really?” he chortles. “You were moaning on my dick and calling me daddy earlier. Now I’m a loser?”

“Shut up.”

He leans in close to you, noses almost touching and his smile widens further as he sees how glittery your face is from your poor makeup removal. “Are you only going to be nice to me when I fuck that brat out of you?”

You turn your head away, your heart racing as your body betrays you. The want and desire bubbles in the pit of your stomach. But you can’t. You know you can’t; because you promised.

He isn’t special.

Sukuna is not special.

“You’re not fucking anything out of me.” you tell him, peering out of the corner of your eye to see him look a little surprised at your declaration. He thought you were playing hard to get. You aren’t playing. “It was a one-time thing.”

“Really?” he asks, barely missing a beat as he responds. “I don’t understand you. I thought—”

“Of course you don’t understand me. You’ve known me for a few hours. Just because we’ve fucked doesn’t mean you know me.” you remind him. And he nods, he agrees with you. He’d be a fool not to, and the man is no fool. “It was just a heat of the moment mistake. I mean it. I don’t want to see you again and I’m not letting Megumi fight anymore.”

“Why?”

“Why?” you scoff. “He’s a child. It’s dangerous. I don’t want him—”

“No, sweetheart. I’m not stupid, I know why you don’t want him to fight anymore. Do I look like a moron to you?” he asks, voice gruff and harsh as he interrupts without a care. His temper is visible and rising as he begins to run out of patience for your attitude with him. “Why don’t you want to see me?”

“Because you’re shady and I don’t want to upset my brother. He’s already upset, I don’t want to make it worse.”

“That’s not a reason.”

“Excuse m—”

“That’s a reason why Megumi doesn’t want you to see me. Yeah I’m a little shady, but you like me. I know you do. Otherwise you wouldn’t have let me come over here, see where and how you live, and tend my wounds like a good girl.” he sneers.

“Fine. I don’t like you and I don’t want to have a platonic relationship with a criminal. Let alone a romantic one. What happened earlier was a mistake.”

“… You’re lying.” he says, and it’s curt. You cross your arms over your chest and shake your head with an amused laugh as you digest his denial. How he can sit there and act so full of himself when you’re being perfectly clear is beyond you. It’s jarring.

You jolt as you feel thick fingers lightly grip your jaw. Your wandering gaze is now brought to him. Your eyes forced to fixate on the placid expression plastered across chiselled features.

“I see you, princess. You don’t wanna see me because you want to get mixed up with a criminal, and you’re scared of that. I see you.”

You stare at him, licking your lips not so discreetly as he continues to cradle your jaw. His lips curl at the sight of the little pink muscle slipping between your lips to wet them. You’re angry. Furious at yourself for letting him touch you, hold you, like this. And you hate yourself, right now. Maybe even more than you hate him, too.

Because he’s right.

Your lack of action gives him cause to stare down at your shimmering lips, it’s a warning. A silent announcement for what he’s about to do. He doesn’t let go, but his head tilts. He leans in closer to you, daring to give you what you both know you want.

And again, he’s thwarted.

You turn away, unable to look at him right after this time.

“… You should go, now.” you tell him.

He sighs, but pulls away. You almost mewl as his thumb softly swipes across your chin. And when he withdraws it, you feel your body fill with loneliness. Your skin feels colder.

And it hurts, because he’s on the right track. You’re pushing him away because of Megumi. But deep down, as much as you crave him right now, you know it’s the right thing to do. You jolt a little as he abruptly stands up from the couch, the breeze from his movement makes you freeze.

He sees it.

“Go to bed, you’ll warm up.” he says bluntly before making his way towards the front door. He stops as he grabs the handle, holding up his bloodied knuckles. “Thank you, for the first aid.”

“It’s… it’s fine. No problem. Goodnight, S-Sukuna.” you say, cursing yourself for the audible whine in your words despite your attempted conviction. You watch him as he grabs the handle before turning to face you again.

“Come with me.” he tells you, curling the tip of his index finger. “I need to give you something, don’t argue. For once.” he demands.

You’re compelled to follow, in spite of his demeaning way of summoning you. You truly don’t want him to leave, you don’t want him to go, so any extra time you can spend with him, you’ll take.

He walks ahead of you, leaving you shivering in the doorway as you try and preserve any warmth you can. He opens the door to his car and turns around, a little bewildered that you aren’t right behind him. It makes you giggle to see him look around in search of you before he finally spots you still at the front door.

“Come here.”

You close the door and rush to his side, quickly looking back to make sure Megumi isn’t looking for you. He rests his arm atop the roof of his Mercedes, before holding out a small piece of paper between his fingers to you.

It’s a business card.

“What kind of thug needs a business card?” you ask before you even think about what you’re saying. He scoffs, squinting at you.

“You’ve only fucked me once, you don’t know me.” he smirks. And at that, you can’t help but laugh. “What you said… makes it seem like we’ll learn more about each other if we keep fucking.”

“I don’t want to know you, Sukuna.” you sigh, reluctant to keep up the charade. Reluctant to keep pretending he doesn’t excite you. To keep pretending the few hours you’ve spent with him haven’t been the liveliest your life has been in years. Maybe ever, really. “I can’t be selfish, you don’t get it.”

“You’d be surprised.” he says, abruptly. “Why did you follow me out here if you don’t want to know me?”

“Because you asked me to, you said you wanted to give me something…”

“You could have said no. Do you always do what people tell you? You wanted to. I wanted you to. And now you’re here, you have my number. If you want to be selfish… you know where I am.”

“I don’t—” you sigh, shivering aggressively before you push his card back into his chest. “I don’t need this.”

He grabs your wrist hellbent on sending you away with this one little piece of the puzzle of his life. A way to talk to him again if you change your mind. He’s giving you access, he wants you to take it, desperately.

He crouches down, levelling his head with your own so his one, uncovered eye is levelled with yours. He can’t help but smile, it’s almost maniacal, as he watches your resolve falter under his glare.

“You’re too stubborn for your own good, kid.” he grins. “And you’re not all that smart, for a doctor.”

Your face burns with heat. And you can’t tell if it’s rage or lust. Do you want to kiss him or kill him? You don’t know, you don’t know. His smile grows wider as he realises what he’s done to you. Your faces are so close to each other and this time you can’t will yourself to turn away. You can’t submit, not after this.

“I’m smarter than you.” is all you can think to say. It feels pathetic and phoned in. And he reads it, too, by the ever-growing look of amusement on his face.

“I don’t doubt that.” he nods. “What’s got you all hot ‘n bothered, hm? ‘Cause I called you a dumb li’l doctor? Or ‘cause daddy, called you kid?”

You feel your face sear further. So much so you can even detect each and every drop of sweat beading at your hairline. You’d forgotten it was freezing outside, instead trying to find a way to subtly cool yourself.

“You d-didn’t even call me dumb. I’m not.” you say, stuttering over yourself like a true idiot as you try and gain some semblance of composure through this agonising conversation.

He closes the already small distance between you, placing his hand on the small of your back and pulling you towards him. Your eyes flutter closed under his as he examines you. His head tilting and turning, forcing himself in your line of view.

“I am learning more about you. Should we fuck about it, sweetheart?”

“What are you—”

“Do I remind you of your old man, hah? I bet that’s it… was daddy never proud of you?” he chuckles darkly, carding his fingers through your hair as he stares down at you. “S’that why you like me, darlin?”

“Shut up.” you respond, voice meek and pathetic as you wrestle with your will and want. His fingers lace through your hair, delicately holding the crown of your head before you find yourself being pulled closer still. His lips ghost yours, and he’s a tease. He’s such a fucking tease.

“Got a thing for older guys who talk to you like shit… I see it. Get too much respect at your little doctor job all day. Do you like being talked down to, hm? No wonder you like a thug like me.”

“You don’t know what you’re— You d-don’t even know.”

“Yeah? I don’t?” he asks, his tone melodious and teasing. His head tilts back, the feel of his lips intensely teasing yours soon broken as he does. But you look up to him, eyes full of anguish and sorrow like a kicked puppy who doesn’t know what it wants. You hate him and the reason is clear.

You don’t hate him at all.

You just hate that he’s right.

“I think I’m right. I think you’ve got daddy issues, and you like it when I call you kid.” you turn away as he speaks. But almost as quickly as you do, he’s forcing you to look at him again. His ruby eye flaring, an expression all of its own. A warning, a look of command. A look of lust. “Am I right, baby? Is your little cunt soaked ‘cause I call you kid?”

“… I have to go.” you say, quietly.

“Sure.” he smirks.

A sense of déjà vu overwhelms you as you recognise in his smile that you’ve done this dance before. You can’t move and you can’t speak. There is no desire in you to leave him now and return to your home, your bed, like you should.

All you can do is stare. Your eyes fixated on the man who has just read you like a book. His amused expression doesn’t falter. He’s patient, surprisingly. You wouldn’t have painted him as a man with patience. But looking at him now, you know he’d be willing to wait all night if he had to. He’d wait for the sun to rise just to prove a point.

But he doesn’t need to.

You lunge forward, your hand cupping his face as you break the boiling tension between you and seal your acceptance with a scalding kiss.

He won.

He told you before, he doesn’t lose.

Your lips suctioning and pecking at his would make you embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate. He welcomes it, too, meeting yours with just as much urgency. He wraps his arms around your back as you slip your tongue between his lips, allowing them to tangle and swirl in a passionate encounter.

He chuckles into it as you curse. Curse him, curse his name. You can’t believe he’s reduced you to this, again. Your heart heaves in your chest, and you break away just to instruct him.

“Open the fucking back door.”

He laughs again, keeping hold of you as he guides you in a way he can carry on kissing you and still do as he’s told. He ducks in first, pulling you in with him right after. You grind your hips against his heavy bulge as he closes the door after you. He looks up to admire you, to adore you.

“You smeared your makeup like a fucking idiot so I wouldn’t fuck you,” he laughs. “And look at you, humping my cock like a desperate little pet.”

“Shiiiit, I forgot I’m a mess.” you sigh, though you don’t really care. You wrap your arms around his neck, keening as his heavy palms grip your thighs press you flush against his body. “This is the last time. I m-mean it.”

“Whatever you say, princess.” he says, smugly.

You dismiss it, too enamoured by the feeling of his bulge alone as you continue to grind down hard and purposefully onto him. He’s relaxed, allowing you to take the lead and go at your own pace.

It’s embarrassing, really, you’re not as experienced as he seems to be. He’s older. And you hate to admit it, wiser. When it comes to encounters such as this, anyway. You’re smart and well read, sure, but casual hook ups are foreign to you.

You’ll keep that to yourself for as long as you can, you can’t think of anything worse than giving Sukuna that little tidbit of information about you. That he is only the third guy you’ve fucked.

He hit the nail on the head back at the club, but you can’t let him know that.

“Let me feel.” he mutters. His hand holds your hip to keep you in place. Another snakes down into your sleep shorts, his mouth falls open with an amused chuckle as he touches you. “Still full’a me, baby. Bet I’ll slide right in.”

His fingers play with your pussy without any real goal. And still, it makes you delirious. He smears the evidence of your previous tryst around your folds, and he watches with conviction as his fingers circle your clit.

He withdraws them, briefly, to move your shorts into the crease of your thigh. You watch him, and he doesn’t take his eye off you, either. Your lower lip droops as you admire him. Truthfully, you’ve never been in the presence of someone so domineering as him. He is the true definition of a red-blooded male.

Sukuna is huge. In the literal sense, he is unnaturally tall. His build is enormous, his hand is larger than your face. But his aura alone is enough to fill an entire room with an ambience that he sees fit. He could instil fear into the minds of men just because he wills it.

Unfortunately for you, you are not immune to his will.

“You’re so pent up darlin’, you must work hard. Y’need to relax… no wonder you can’t keep your hands off me.” he says. It could be read as demeaning. You think it should be. And yet, you don’t detect any malice from him. He makes a show of spitting on his fingers, keeping eye contact with you as the ‘ptuh’ sound leaves his lips. It makes you shudder.

Though when he touches you with such purpose, so lewdly, a whine you never knew you could make leaves your lungs. He looks up at you like you hung every star in the sky as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. The ‘shlick’ suctioning sounds of your already tainted walls couldn’t possibly be any louder.

He sees how embarrassed you are, but he doesn’t care. Your nose crinkles and your eyes close softly. He curls his fingers and his palm flattens against your clit. And you cry out for him, lurching forward as you wrap your arms around his head rather than his neck. He’s surprised to see your hips rock against his touches, riding his fingers like it’s the only contact you’ve ever known.

His free hand reaches up to tug down your vest. His tongue is flat and wide as he sticks it out to lick your bare tits. He isn’t rough, he isn’t aggressive, he isn’t rushing. He sensually swirls his tongue over your nipples, breathing heavily on occasion before he kisses them. You whimper when he sporadically skims his teeth across them. There’s no bite. No effort. He just wants to hear you cry for him like that. It’s like his teeth are barely there, just enough that you know they are.

“Do you touch yourself?” he mumbles against your skin. You can’t bear to look at him after hearing that. You pretend you didn’t, moaning louder as a diversion. It’s fruitless, and apparently you aren’t a good actress. He yanks your hair and forces you to look at him. His fingers stop, and your body writhes from the loss. “Don’t do that again. Answer me.”

“S-Sukuna…” you fuss. The feeling of your building pleasure being torn away from you is making you stupid. It’s pathetic. And yet, in spite of how humiliating it is, you’re still rolling your hips in a bid to get the feeling back. His expression falters to one you can’t read. You think it’s annoyance, but it’s so detached and expressionless. You yelp as he withdraws his fingers completely, with no time to feel the loss when he grabs your face with his slick-coated hand.

“I want to know if you make your pretty pussy cum after a hard day at work.” he says calmly, a low rumble in his chest as the words roll plainly from his tongue. Your eye contact falters as you notice him pulling at his sweatpants in search of his aching length. “And I want you to show me how you touch her. So go on, answer my question.”

“I… I—” you stumble. You watch him intensely as he frees his throbbing cock. He wraps his fist around himself and lazily strokes. He still glares at your features. While you’re utterly captivated by his cock.

It looks so angry. Too pretty and perfect to be real, you think. But somehow, it is. You think he’d be better suited as a porn star than a criminal with an asset like that. He spends an extra second squeezing his length just below the tip when he strokes himself, it’s like he’s ringing all of the pre out that he can. It dribbles out of his slit, coating his tip the more he summons. It’s beguiling.

You suppose you hadn’t really had a chance to admire him back at the club. It was so heated and hasty. Now, it’s purposeful. You look at his face again when you realise this is what he wants. He wanted you to look at how he touches himself and how gorgeous his cock is. He wants you to see how big he is and how much he aches and throbs when he needs to be buried in a sweet little cunt.

He wants the memory of this to stain your mind.

“I d-don’t.” you confess. “Not much… I’m always tired. Busy.”

“Mhmm… I can tell.” he nods, his voice is somewhat sympathetic. “Come here, princess. Sit on it.”

His hand grips into your hip while he lines himself up with your entrance. You don’t fight him, you don’t hesitate. You let him push you down, you eagerly suck him in. Your eyes roll back as you feel him swell through your walls. Even after taking him earlier, you’d forgotten how monstrous he feels inside. And this time, somehow, he feels bigger.

“Fu-uck,” you gasp as his tip immediately nudges at your sweet spot. You hold his shoulders and hope he’ll assist you. The thought of disappointing him makes you anxious. The idea of him knowing how inexperienced you really are makes you sick.

He throws his head back as your hole swallows him greedily. He looks at you through a heavy-lidded stare, and relief fills you as his hands grab the fat of your ass. You moan pathetically as he spreads them. But his ultimate goal is to bounce you on his cock. You feel weightless in his hands as he helps you. Each steep drop down onto his length makes your throat tight.

He's there.

You feel him there.

“Play with yourself, go on. Rub her f’me.” he says lethargically.

And your face feels like fire. The foreplay was gasoline and his command is a match. And yet, out of fear of him withholding pleasure from you again, you comply. Your hand slithers between your thighs and you do all you can to pretend you’re elsewhere.

You try and pretend you’re in your room, in your bed. What usually gets you going is a mildly heated scene from a movie or TV show. The sexual tension of an almost kiss makes your face flush, though a lot less than it is now. And you think it’s unbearable to witness sexual tension and not see any resolve, so you scamper to find a video online to suit your needs. Something quick and short as you reach into your nightstand to find your favourite toy.

The thought of being caught by your brother makes you sick so you have to be fast with it. The website you ordered it from assured the toy would be whisper quiet. And you can only hope it’s true. You don’t touch yourself, not without aid. And even then, it’s sparse. You haven’t rubbed your clit with your own fingers in years.

Years of being riled up and having a useless boyfriend who didn’t know what he was doing lead you to finishing yourself off each and every time. And you knew, the moment you got a job and your own income, you’d buy yourself a vibrator.

It’s hard to pretend Sukuna isn’t here, though. It’s hard to pretend you’re in your room with Netflix playing quietly enough in the background it can still cover the sound of soft core moaning from your phone while you vibrate yourself to completion.

Because his cock fills your each and every thought. Every sense you possess is dominated by him. The feel of him stretching you out beyond your limit and repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. The sound of the sticky tacking of his length as he slams you up and down on his pulsing member.

Your vision alternates between his gorgeous gaze and the point where your bodies connect again and again. Your pussy gushes slick and the evidence of your prior combined coupling stains your inner thighs and his crotch.

The scent of your sex fills the car and the heat of your sweaty bodies exacerbates it. Your skin is damp, as is his. And it’s overwhelming. He groans into a chuckle as you moan louder and louder for him. If anyone happens to be awake at this ungodly hour, they’ll no doubt hear you. If anyone looks out of the window, they’ll see how the car rocks back and forth. It turns you on further. The tang of sweat and arousal filling the car. It makes you lightheaded.

“I can— fuck— c-can taste you, daddy…” you whine. He urges you to fall forward so he can kiss you. It forces you to take over, moving your hips on your own as you try and maintain your building pleasure. “You’re too big… can feel you in my throat, Sukuna… tastes so good.”

“Dirty fuckin’ girl.” he smirks, kissing you again. “You’re fuckin’ filthy. Not the good girl you pretend to be, hah?”

You nod, agreeing. He’s right, after all. You’re talking in a way you didn’t know you had in you. He takes over again, holding your rear so he can take full control of your body. He guides you repeatedly until your eyes cross from the pleasure. Your walls tighten, and your throat feels hoarse as you cry out for him.

“Squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight, kid. Don’t be shy. Cum for daddy.” he encourages you.

You cry, at that. Falling forwards to envelop him in your arms as you come undone. He coos, sweetly, kissing your cheeks and licking away your tears. The feeling isn’t lost on you, the feeling of disgust. You’ve never felt happiness or value like you did just now. Realising how right he was about your issues and using them to subdue you.

Your pussy gushes and he moans further, chest roaring as he finally lets his sight drop to see what a pretty mess you’ve made of yourself.

Made of him.

Made for him.

He pushes his thumb into your clit and rubs quickly, further extending your pleasure through it all. You could just about cum again when you feel him shoot another load into you, his warmth filling your womb for the second time today. It makes you feel special. It makes you feel loved.

The very idea of it has you pushing yourself away from him desperately. But he holds you close. His moans are boisterous and uncaring. It’s loud enough to wake the whole neighbourhood, you think. And at the very least, you’re sure Megumi will hear if he doesn’t have his headphones on.

His arms wrap tightly around your waist to keep you in place, his feet planted firmly on the floor of the car as he fucks himself into you. He’s sure to empty every last drop into your cunt, his balls slap against your ass as he ploughs into you furiously.

And when he stops, you freeze. You feel cold. You feel filthy.

He doesn’t discard you or try to kick you out. The opposite, really. He’s still holding you close, lightly peppering your chilled skin with kisses. Eventually stopping to rest his head on your chest. He feels you try to move away, but he only holds you tighter.

So you stop trying to leave. And instead, you run your fingers through his hair. He hums contently, at that. And you feel your heart pound harder, a little smile works its way onto your face.

Maybe he’s not so bad.

That thought alone makes you stop. He looks up at you, his stare soft and gentle as he wonders what made you halt your actions so abruptly. Before he can ask what’s wrong, you move to leave.

“I have to go, I really have to go now.” you say bluntly. He huffs, watching as you scramble to put your clothes back in place, clambering off him in a hurry. He doesn’t say anything in response. He watches as you scramble to open the door. Tears of panic begin to fall as you struggle to open it, you frantically pull and push as you try to get away. He leans over, and with little effort, he opens the door for you.

“Goodbye.” he says, simply.

“G-Goodbye.” you respond, ducking out and briskly walking to your front door.

You take a deep breath when you get there, preparing for the possibility that Megumi is about to greet you and bite your head off. Sukuna doesn’t move. He stays in the back seat and watches you with a sombre expression. With no inclination of what happened to change your mood, he can only assume he stepped out of line.

He doesn’t want to leave just yet. At least not until he knows you’re safely inside.

As you grab the handle of the door and push, your heart sinks.

“No, no, no… d-don’t do this to me now.” you sob, hysterically fiddling and pushing the door. You stupidly think that you just need to try harder and it will open. But no such thing comes to pass. You’ve locked yourself out.

Sukuna sits upright when he realises, watching as you slowly turn to look at him. His hand folds, gesturing for you to come closer. And with no other option, you do. Your phone is inside as well as your car keys. You can’t text Megumi to tell him what you’ve done. And even if you could, he’d only come outside to see that you’ve let him down. Again.

“Silly girl.” he says, looking at you with a weak smile when you finally approach. You duck down to look at him, not willing to get inside with him. “Do you want to come to my place? I’ll bring you back in the morning.” he suggests.

“I’m not fucking—”

“You can stay in a different room.” he answers your obvious assumption with a reasonable response. And still…

“N-No. I don’t want to go to your house.”

“Then I guess we’re sleeping in the car. Come on.” he sighs. He waits until you get in, begrudgingly, and then gets out himself. You watch him as he circles to the trunk of his car, looking ahead at your home as you wait for him to return. And he does, with a large, fur blanket.

“Why do you have this?” you wonder.

“I don’t remember. You better not be complaining, sweetheart. You’re lucky I didn’t fuck off right after I came like I usually do. Especially after that little performance.”

“Performance?!” you yell. You position yourself as far away from him as you can in the confined space, sitting as closely to the door as you can. “You just don’t get it! At all.”

“You’ve made that clear, princess. Don’t worry. I’ll steer clear when you get back inside tomorrow. I’m too old to be playing stupid games with little girls who don’t know what they want.”

You huff, covering your legs with the blanket before folding your arms.

“I told you it was a mistake.” you correct him. “I told you I didn’t want to see you or do that again.”

“Shut up.” he shakes his head. “Just go to sleep and we’ll never have to see each other again. Because that’s what you want, yes?”

You pause before speaking. Images of his delicate expression in your arms haunt you. You’d overreacted because of your own cowardice. Because of a promise you evidently had no intention of keeping. It wasn’t a performance. It was just… fear.

“Yes.” you tell him. Your response is bold and scathing.

He doesn’t react, he merely shrugs, adjusting the blanket over his own legs, too. His arms cross over his chest, and his head rests against the window. You can’t see beyond his eye covering, but you assume his visible eye is closed.

You do the same, hoping you fall asleep sooner rather than later.

You’re wrong, though.

His eye is open wide, looking upwards to the light polluted sky. There are a few stars visible, three. He stares at them, thinking about the events of the evening. He hadn’t expected to end up fucking once tonight let alone twice. But when you walked into his club and tried to give him a piece of your mind, he knew.

He knew he’d have to have you.

And he hadn’t expected to be so lucky so have you again, like this. But he can’t put his finger on why things went so sour. It could be one thing or a number of things. He has ideas. He thinks your less complicated than you seem to think you are. You’re keeping him at arm’s length, and that, he understands.

He’s a stranger, but he doesn’t have to be.

He doesn’t want to be.

But what can he do?

He’ll just stare at the stars until he drifts off to sleep.

Maybe things will be different in the morning.

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© 2024 rinhaler

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chapter one | m.list (working on it) | chapter three

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art masterlist ~

jamil viper : 🐍 kalim al-asim : ☀️ grim : 🐈‍⬛ riddle rosehearts : 🌹 ace trappola : ♥️ deuce spade : ♠️ leona kingscholar : 🦁 malleus draconia : 🐉 azul ashengrotto : 🐙 jade leech : 🍄 floyd leech : 🎣 sebek zigvolt : ⚡ silver : ⚔️ vil schoenheit : 👑 ━━━━━━✦ comics : ⭐ memes / shitposts : 🦋 ━━━━━━✦ asks : ✨ bonus writings / ramblings : ✍️ ━━━━━━✦ oc interaction : 🌈 only yuusha : 💜 only yuuna : 🩷 ━━━━━━✦

general ✦

jamil with that one crown that jasmine wore [🐍]

jamil "the royal vizier" [🐍]

heartslabyul & savanaclaw angst

sitting on the ramshackle couch [♥️♠️] / [🦋]

tfw when i draw jamil’s side bang so inconsistently [🐍] / [🦋]

yuuka carrying malleus [🐉][🦋]

"apartment complex? really i find it quite simple" [🐙] / [🦋]

glasses jamil [🐍] (pt 2)

sweet merciful sands [🐍] / [🦋]

tsum jamil [🐍]

eepy jamil [🐍] / [✨]

"congratulations you made me laugh" [🐍]

breakdancer jamil??? [🐍] / [✨✍️]

the king of savanaclaw and the king of heartslabyul [🦁🌹]

riddle w/ keyblade large key [🌹]

jamil heart sign [🐍]

jamil luxe couture + boop [🐍]

jamil knife cat [🐍] / [🦋]

troy bolton... [🐍] / [⭐]

kalim gyaru dog pose [☀️]

jamil basketball [🐍]

blushy jamil [🐍]

silver is so silly [⚔️] / [🦋]

yuusha tala 💜

"accidentally" making food for yuu [🐍] / [⭐] (pt 2)

pov you approach the cool kids table [🐍☀️] / [⭐]

forehead kiss [🐍] / [⭐]

cheering for jamil [🐍☀️] (pt 2) [🦋]

using snake whisper to make yuu sleep [🐍] / [⭐]

"would you like me to teach you how to dance?" [🐍]

"kissing" jamil viper [🐍] / [⭐] (pt 2) [✨✍️]

“I could be a better boyfriend husband than him.” [💜]

yuu's favorite event [✨✍️] / [💜]

finders keepers [🐍] / [⭐]

guys gift-giving is not a competition [🐍☀️🐈‍⬛] / [⭐]

hardest thing for yuu adjusting to nrc [✨✍️] / [💜]

closest platonic friend / character they dislike / dorm sorted into besides ramshackle [☀️🍄🎣] / [✨✍️]

"what'd jamil do" [🐍]

lil hug from the prefect [🐍] / [⭐]

if yuu had magic [🐍] / [⭐] / [✨✍️]

heart pictures [🐍☀️] / [✨] (pt 2)

book 4 x scooby doo [🐍🐙🍄🎣🐈‍⬛] / [🦋]

meet yuu and jamil's kid, jas(mine) [🐍] / [✍️]

eepy trio [🐍🐈‍⬛]

the besties are judging you for your taste in men [🐈‍⬛♥️♠️🐍] / [⭐]

random conversations in the classroom [🐍] / [⭐]

playful flirting losers [🐍] / [✨✍️]

masquerade outfit [💜]

masquerade [🐍] / [⭐] (pt 2)

jamiyuu sketch/info dump [🐍] / [✨✍️]

yuusha = jamil's charging station [🐍🐈‍⬛] / [⭐] / [✨]

"we're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light" [🐍]

"luxe couture" outfit [🐈‍⬛] / [💜] (pt 2)

luxe couture pt 2 [💜]

matching earrings [🐍] / [⭐] / [✨✍️]

luxe couture grim + jamiyuu [🐍🐈‍⬛]

the viper family recipe [🐍] / [⭐] / [✨✍️]

boop [🐍] / [🦋]

on a shopping trip [👑🐙🐍♥️🐈‍⬛]

after basketball practice [🐍♥️🎣] / [⭐] / [✍️]

tapis rouge jamiyuu [🐍🐈‍⬛♥️] / [⭐] / [✨]

al'ab nariya [🐍] / [✨✍️]

glorious masquerade fluff [🐍] / [✨✍️]

yuuna perla 🩷

candy pictures -> heartslabyul / savanaclaw / octavinelle / scarabia / pomefiore / ignihyde / diasomnia / grim

"if anything happens to grim i will kill everyone in this school and then myself" [🐈‍⬛] / [🦋] / [✍️]

ringtoss with malleus' horns [🐉] / [⭐] / [🦋]

falling asleep after studying [🐈‍⬛♥️♠️]

yuu's favorite event [✨✍️] / [🩷]

hardest thing for yuu adjusting to nrc [🐈‍⬛] / [✨✍️]

closest platonic friend / character they dislike / dorm sorted into besides ramshackle [🌹⚡] / [✨✍️]

pulling them on leashes [🐈‍⬛♥️♠️]

masquerade outfit [🩷]

others' ocs 💕

carol ann [✨] / [🌈]

yuri yusico [✨] / [🌈]

ruthie [✨]

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Hello everyone! I haven't posted here in a long time to say the least. I wanted to rebrand this account, so I can feel better about posting here❤❤❤ My original name on here was Damienmoonart! But i have recently changed it to Witchyclipse! Anyways-

This is my main blog! I plan to use it for my personal artwork! If you'd like to see my writing, please go follow my second blog @damisupernova !

Heres some quick info to get to know me 😌

My name is Dami! I am a self taught artist who mainly uses Digital Art. My program that I prefer is procreate! Ive been drawing for around 11 years, and hope to open an art shop on etsy in the near future! I am a huge nerd, who loves anything action, scifi or horror themed.

Yes there will be OC content here, whether that's my writing I've reblogged or my artwork itself. If you don't enjoy ocs, feel free to leave! This is going to be a safe and positive place for everyone, including myself 💕

Do not trace or steal my artwork. This includes my ocs, or fanart I have done.

If you are interested in talking or commissions, please feel free to send me a message! I'd love to chat and have fun with others 😌🦋

My Interests Include

Current hyper fixations will be in purple!

Marvel Comics

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Xmen

Dc comics

Dc Extended Universe

The Sandman

Stranger Things

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

Pirates of the Caribbean

Supernatural

Doctor who

Sherlock (Rdj, BBC)

Spiderman (Tobey Maguire, Andrew Garfield)

Detroit: Become Human

Resident Evil

Star Wars

Star Trek

Dune

The Hobbit

Lord of the Rings

John Wick

Kingsman

My Original Characters!

In every universe, there will be some canon divergence so beware!

Some designs are out of date/ to be worked on

Stranger Things

Cynthia Creel

Tadgh Hoffman

The Sandman

Astoria (Imagination)

Star Wars

Estelle Norith

Ziorah Casamorsa

Darth Corodis

Darth Binaira

Xmen

Etheria (Azalea Collins Lehnsherr)

Zoan Lehnsherr

Marvel

Madame Nightshade (Nova Moore)

Glitch (Coda Barlowe)

Agent Mothra (Dezdemona Lenoir) (variant: Deziray Octavius Osborn)

Red Daemon (Dr.Róisin Healy)

Illuminatrix (Monika Ivanov Zemo)

Evening Moon

Tsunami (Juliette Keloha)

Detroit Become Human

Lieutenant Aeryn Sinclair

Detective Rosaleen O'Connell

Nyx

Supernatural

Amaris Macleod

DCEU

Nightmare (Kinsley Hyde)

Harry Potter

Professor Odette Chamberlain Lennox

Lynette Lupin

Fantastic Beasts

Sylvain Strummer

Star Trek

Captain Jupiter Solace

Sherlock (BBC)

Lux Moriarty

Doctor Who

Celeste Pevensie

Dune

Zara Gemosia Atreides

The Hobbit/LotR

Lady Morìnth

Saffron Baggins

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I Guess I Can't State My Feelings Too Soon

Your big brother is jealous and he hates himself for it :(

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ step brother!taiju shiba x f!reader

Genre: porn! (minimal plot) Notes: my first tokyorev fic since i moved blogs wheeee did NOT think it would be taiju but i cannot stop thinking about that man Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, stepcest!, jealousy ♡, possessiveness, co-dependency, virgin!reader, male masturbation ♡, sex toys ♡, porn consumption, panty theft ♡, unhealthy relationship, power dynamics. Words: 3.5k

He often wonders if you realise how ungrateful you come across, sometimes. Not only ungrateful, but disrespectful to boot.

Do you know how hard your big brother works? You’ll say you do, if he were to ask. But he’s sure you have no idea. He shielded you from the horrors of his world as you were thrust upon him out of nowhere. His new, beautiful step-sister who’s eyes would spill tears around raised voices. What choice did he have? You’d never understand or be able to comprehend his way of life or the world he had built for himself and his family.

As your other siblings grew up and drifted away, Taiju kept you dependent on him. He made it so you had to rely on him for everything. He’s putting you through fashion school while subsidizing your very existence. He keeps you fed and clothed all in the comfort of his beautiful penthouse.

You want for nothing.

And he’s never made you feel inadequate for your obvious dependency.

He doesn’t use it as a weapon or hold it against you. He just adores you, wholly. His beautiful little sister, the sweet little darling who needs her big brother to do everything for her. It motivates him, truthfully. When things feel hard, mundane, tedious, he reminds himself who he’s doing it for.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Takashi.” you smile, giddily, waving like a schoolgirl with a crush as you watch him leave.

He waves, too. A wide grin on his face as his eyes scrunch up with joy. It soon fades, though, as he finds himself accidentally walking right into your brother’s chest. Taiju’s expression harrows, though you don’t register it as you focus on the way Takashi smiles at you before excusing himself.

You’re ungrateful, and disrespectful.

His neck and jaw jerk as he tears off his tie. He’s visibly irritated, but you’re too naïve to realise. You greet him, excitedly, though you’re soon left feeling dejected when he opts to ignore you instead.

“Get me some wine from the cellar.” he demands. Without a please or even a glance in your direction, you know something is wrong. You’ve never been one to deny him, however, slinking away to the lounge to retrieve an aged red from the wall-built cellar.

He looks at you when you return, sliding the bottle to him across the marble countertop of the kitchen island separating you. It’s a brief look, that makes your heart throb with hurt. He’s mad at you, but you don’t know why. Soft yellow eyes that only offer gentle glances are showing you a side to your brother you didn’t know existed.

His pupils are almost slitted like a wild animal, eyes you’ve never seen before where your brother is concerned. He sighs, watching the cogs clank in your brain as you try and analyse who this man is before you.

Luckily for you, he doesn’t think he’s capable of staying angry with you.

“Would you like a drink, little sister?” he questions. It stops you from thinking, momentarily.

It’s a first. He’s never let you drink before, let alone his prized cellar wine. You take a seat on the bar stool regardless, nodding excitedly at the prospect of having your first real drink with your favourite brother. He twists off the lid and slides the glass he’d gotten for himself over to you.

Your heart rate quickens as his eyes, those same, predatory eyes, remain fixated on you as he pours. The wine spills like blood, sloshing into your glass until it’s halfway full. And somehow, without even watching what he’s doing, he managed to not spill a drop.

He takes off his blazer and sets it down on the counter. You watch him as he rolls up his sleeves and turns away from you to fetch another glass for himself. His muscles flex and you see his exposed, veiny arms sheen with sweat as he reaches up to grab the nearest glass.

“Pour it for me.” he tells you, setting it down as he turns to face you again. His eyes seem tired, now, but still unfamiliar to you. And so you find yourself nodding, doing exactly what your big brother has asked as your hairline begins to form beads of sweat.

You don’t look at him, not even briefly, as you start to pour. You’re slow and patient, but you feel him staring at you all the while. And it’s menacing. Even with patience and focus, you spill a drop onto the pristine marble.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him.

You move to find something to wipe it up with, but he stops you before you can even jump down from the stool. He presses his thick thumb into the cherry red liquid, seemingly absorbing it all before he raises it to his lips. You watch keenly as your brother’s tongue juts seductively from his lips before he meticulously licks over the pad of his thumb to taste it.

He clears his throat and leans across countertop.

You feel so small.

“Was that your boyfriend?” he wonders, eyes glued to you as he speaks with a low, gravelly tone. He sips soon after, making mental notes of your responses as you process his words.

“U-Um, no, Taiju,” you shake your head. You feel blistering heat in your face as you think about your classmate, and the intimate thoughts you’ve had about him for weeks now, all while your brother’s attention is entirely fixed on you. “We’re in the same class! He came to drop off some books he thought might help me.”

It’s a confession that is entirely the truth. He isn’t your boyfriend and you’re sure he never will be. Not unless he makes the first move, that is. You’re far too shy to even suggest that your feelings for him a more intense than they should be for simple classmates. Taiju nods, finally looking away from you as he takes another drink.

“Finish up and go to bed.” he commands.

You nod, too nervous to argue. You’ve never seen him like this or even heard him be so curt with you. It won’t bother you to go to bed, not one bit. Hopefully tomorrow he’ll be back to his usual, loving self.

He leaves you alone as he strides towards his study, finally giving you the chance to breathe. You knock back the remainder of your wine and pick up your book bag and school supplies, your pace hastening as you get closer to your room.

“Oi.” Taiju speaks, voice booming through the hallway before you can open the door to your bedroom. He leans against the doorframe to his office, arms folded as his eyes squint at you. “If you want to have people over, clear it with me first.” he demands.

“Oh,” you sigh, and it’s riddled with relief as you realise that is what the problem has been all along. He’s upset you’ve invited a stranger into his home without asking. It’s understandable, and you’re soon smiling again as you look at him. “Of course. I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d mind.” you admit, regretting it almost instantly as it soon feels irrelevant to have said.

“I don’t want boys I don’t know here alone with my little sister.” he tells you.

He approaches, and your anxiety soars once again as you sense a looming threat in the air and the shortening distance between the two of you. He smirks as he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, your breath hitching at the contact while he forces you to look into his saffron gaze.

“You are very dear to me,” he confesses, “If anyone were to take advantage of you… well. You’re going to do as I ask next time, aren’t you? We won’t have to worry about that.”

“Of course… I’m so sorry, I should have—”

“You should.” he snarls. “But I forgive you. Go to bed, now.”

You nod, feeling slightly more upbeat after hearing he’s accepted your apology. He stops you from retreating to your room, though. His large, heavy hand encasing your forearm in a tight grip whilst his thumb still caresses your chin. It drifts, though, pulling the fat of your lower lip before he pulls it away. He taps his own lip twice, his expression still unamused as he looks at you.

“A goodnight kiss, princess,” he orders. You nod, it’s not out of the ordinary to kiss him goodnight. You stand on your tip toes before leaning in to peck his lips. They’re soft, and fit against yours beautifully as both of your eyes close during the contact. It’s chaste, to the point, and yet you’ve never felt an intensity during a kiss from him like you have just now.

His eyes are gentle, again. And the smile he offers is earnest. He kisses your cheek before you go, whispering in your ear sensually enough for a chill to traverse down your spine.

“Good girl.”

He opens the door to your room, remaining in place until you go inside. He shuts it after you get inside, leaning his back against the nearest wall as his head thuds against it. The cold metal of his rings cools down his flushed face, though he finds himself breathless.

Not from the act of a simple kiss, it’s the shame. Feelings for you, his sweet little sister, bubbling to the surface despite trying to repress them for so many years. He’s jealous and he’s ashamed of himself for letting things go this far. But you are his.

His sister.

His responsibility.

His property.

“Jesus Christ—”

He catches himself. He kicks away from the wall and rakes his fingers through tousled hair as he decides to distract himself with work in his office.

It’s taken blood and sweat to reach what he’s achieved. From being a sixteen year old menace to society, he’s now a highly respectable businessman with a chain of restaurants under his belt. Among other, less legal sources of income, of course.

It’s all for you.

As he looks through business expenses and documents from his lawyers, all he can think of is you.

It’s all been for you.

It’s always been for you.

He pushes his hair out of his face, noticing how it’s starting to cling to his forehead as he sweats profusely. Thoughts of you plaguing his every thought. His cock begins to throb in his slacks. His eyes drift from the papers scattered across his desk to his computer monitor. And then, slowly, they sink to the locked top drawer of his desk.

“Fuck,” he mutters. He ignores the drawer, instead, deciding to ignore his responsibilities as he types Pornhub in the search engine. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he speaks, exasperated as the homepage is flooded with an assortment of trending step sibling videos.

His heart pounds as he scrolls for a while, but eventually finds the willpower to click away, opting to find something else. He’s a simple man with simple taste. He’s always been into rougher stuff, deciding something along those lines will be best to quickly rub one out and clear his mind so he can focus on what he actually needs to be getting on with.

He clicks on a video, immediately cringing at the corny plot and dialogue as he unbuttons his shirt and rids himself of his belt. He’s panting as he pulls out his cock. If he’s been honest, his cock has been leaking since you fetched his wine so obediently.

He hisses when he realises he’s thinking about you again.

And soon enough he’s willing himself to concentrate on the girl in the video getting fucked within an inch of her life. It’s loud, rough, aggressive. Just how he likes. He tugs desperately, a vein popping in his forehead as he eagerly tries to get off to what he’s seeing.

It’s your fault.

He’s wondering if you’d ever be into fucking like this. He’s sure you’re a virgin, so he’d have to be careful with you at first.

“Fucking stop,” he whines.

He wants to cum to her, the girl in the video. It’s a lie, though. He wants to cum to you. He wants to hear how gorgeous you’d sound if he were the one to defile you for your very first time. Your own step brother, infiltrating your walls and making you cum around his cock.

“Shit,” he keeps trying to concentrate on her. His eyes soon wandering to the locked drawer again. He glances one final time at the video, grunting as he continues to fuck his fist until ultimately giving up.

He searches something new. Something he’s never beat one off to before. Softcore virgin. He grimaces as his finger hovers above the enter key, he knows he won’t be able to finish otherwise, but part of him thinks it’s not too late to turn back. His eyes widen slightly, taken aback by the sheer amount of results that are step-sibling videos. He considers it, again. He really does, but as he continues to scroll, he starts to take an interest in the masturbation videos.

The soft, feminine moans immediately make his cock jump. It’s perfect, it’s so sickeningly perfect because he can pretend it’s you. And if he’s this far gone, he feels no need to deprive himself anymore. He lifts up his keyboard, sliding the locked drawer key from a hidden compartment underneath. His hands are practically shaking as he tries to slide it into the slot. He quickly turns, breathing heavily as he almost rips the drawer from its place as he opens it.

He scoffs as his hand flies to a clear fleshlight, yanking it out and setting it down on his desk before he retrieves what he’s really been avoiding this whole time.

You’ve never had to do laundry, and he doesn’t do it either. He hires staff to come through the week to do tedious things like cleaning the apartment and washing dirty clothes. It’s been about a fortnight since he saw an opportunity laid bare before him.

You were at school, a fact now he’s growing to despise as he imagines you flirting with Takashi Mitsuya during your classes. But he was working from home, too irritated to handle business dealings in person on that particular Thursday. And he happened to see a maid emerge from your room with a laundry basket, a frilly pink thong atop a pile of outfits you’d worn through the week to college.

He wrestled with himself, he did.

But it wasn’t too difficult to distract the maid for long enough to pocket them for himself.

The video continues to play, his cock gushing as he stares down at your panties. He’s too far gone. He’s too aroused and his mind is muddied as he thinks about everything going on in his life and yours. You’re too honest to lie, Mitsuya isn’t your boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean he’ll never be.

He snatches the thong and strokes his cock with it in hand. His eyes roll back, a broken moan leaving his lips as he continues to pleasure himself. He stops abruptly, though, as the woman in the video he’s watching stops teasing her clit. She shows off a dildo, slowly rubbing it through her wet folds until she eventually begins to push it inside of herself.

She’s cute, but she isn’t you.

If he closes his eyes, however, she is. He looks to his fleshlight, deeming this the closest he’ll get to fucking you no matter how desperately he yearns for it. He carefully guides his tip into the plastic pussy, moaning a little louder than intended as he bottoms out.

He bites his lip as he recalls the woman in the store squeezing her thighs together as she helped him pick the toy out. It makes him laugh, briefly, as he recalls how forward she had been. He fucked her in the changing rooms as she insisted she’d need to see what he was packing so that she could help him pick the perfect model.

She sent him away with the biggest size.

Your pussy won’t feel like this, though. He’s certain you won’t be so generous and accommodating. Your tight little virgin cunt will fight against him, but he’ll make it fit.

“Jesus, fuck—” he groans, admitting defeat for the final time as he brings your panties to his face and almost suffocates himself with the material.

His chest swells as he inhales, before it deflates with shuddering breaths as he savours the scent of your used unmentionables. He picks up the pace with his toy in tandem with the woman in the video. His moans are boisterous and uncaring, he’s lost the ability to feel shame as he imagines you bouncing on his cock crying his name and trying to become accustomed to his length.

He needs it more than air.

He needs it more than he needs to fucking breathe.

“Shit, ah—” he grunts, he bites his lip as he continues to pound into the fucktoy in his grip. He grunts stridently as he spurts into the fleshlight. He watches through heavy, lidded eyes at the clear plastic, watching how his balls tighten and deposit his creamy load into the faux pussy. “Fuck, Taiju.” he sighs, but laughs as he slowly begins to stroke himself with the toy. He hisses, feeling sensitive from his release as he milks himself of every last drop he can drain.

He exhales breathlessly once he’s done. His chest rising and falling as he allows his body to melt into his leather chair. He looks around the room, and he looks at himself. The crushing reality of what he’s just done weighs down on him. He’s spent, but finds enough energy to put your panties back in the drawer, locking it promptly.

The fleshlight, on the other hand, he leaves out after making space for it on his desk. He winces as it rolls and his sperm begins to drip out onto the glossy, chestnut tabletop. The comedown from is euphoria is like reaching a new low. He can’t even bear to look at the scene of his filthy indiscretion any longer.

But as he’s about to stand, the door swings open.

“Taiju?” you pout.

He scrambles to hide his exposed lower half under his desk and dump some of the papers littering his desk over the sticky fleshlight. He can’t hide the grimace on his face as the corner of one of his documents begin dampen from his cum.

“O-Oh, sorry, I forgot to knock… I should have knocked.”

“Yes, you should.” He says, gruffly, “What is it?”

You’re quiet, allowing your sock covered foot to glide across the wood flooring as you awkwardly look down at them. It’s not like you’re scared to talk to your brother, but you know he doesn’t like to be interrupted when he’s in here. And you don’t want to embarrass him.

“Answer.” his order startles you, his voice almost thunderous as he commands your attention. Your eyes fill with water, but you bat the tears away as you speak.

“I thought I heard you yelling. Or… in pain.” you tell him, voice below a whisper as you confess you’ve been unintentionally listening. “I thought you might have hurt yourself.”

Pink dusts over his face, you can even see it from only the light of the monitor. He looks around, suspiciously, though you don’t notice or comment on it.

“Why were you listening to me? Can’t you sleep?” he wonders. “… Don’t worry. I’m fine.” he assures you.

“I was worried. A-About earlier. I don’t like it when you’re mad at me… I promise I haven’t got a boyfriend and I’ll never bring anyone here without permission again.”

He smirks at that, all of his teeth bared and you still don’t understand what kind of sick depraved man your big brother really is. Maybe you aren’t as ungrateful or disrespectful as he thought; it was wrong of him to even assume that when you’ve been nothing but a doll the whole time he’s known you.

You poor thing.

You’ve been fretting over your brother’s wellbeing and state of mind since he sent you to bed so long ago. He’s been on your mind this whole time. You’re more like your big brother than you even realise, he thinks.

You’re so timid.

So obedient.

So good.

“You must be so tired, princess…” he coos, and you nod dumbly. He tuts, feeling sorry for your innocent nature and naivety, but sweet little you thinks he’s sympathetic to your exhaustion. “Do you want me to help you sleep? Shall I play with your hair like I used to when we were younger?”

“Really?” you ask, eyes lighting up at the proposition.

“Of course,” he nods, grinning wildly. “What are big brothers for?”

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Don’t You Love It When I Come Around?

Your relationship with him is so toxic. But no matter how hard you try to end things, he always worms his way back between your legs.

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ takuma ino x f!reader

Genre: porn! with a plot! Notes: in january i told u guys to send ino prompts and i would write my favourite and here it is, I'll add the ask below ! Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, dubcon (he's high), toxic relationship, exes to lovers?, rich boy!ino, dacryphilia, pussy eating ♡, light nipple play, vaginal sex, love making ♡, drool ♡, praise, slight orgasm denial, scratching, creampie ♡, manipulation, calls your pussy she/her, pet names (princess, baby/babe, gorgeous etc.) Words: 4.6k

Don’t You Love It When I Come Around?

He loves you.

He wouldn’t keep coming back to you with such urgency and wanton if he didn’t love you so ardently. But you ended things, and for the first time there was some finality to the breakup. You’re weak with your will and conviction, usually. You can’t take it anymore, you can’t.

Being second best to every other thing is his life is too hard.

His friends, his family.

Drugs.

You want to be his top priority, but you never will be. It weighs heavy in your heart whenever you’re with him, you don’t feel the type of love you want to feel from him. The kind where you know he’d kiss the ground you walk on and worship your very existence.

Fairy tale love, romance movie love.

He isn’t capable. And it’s taken you too long to realise it.

And usually, you crumble when he begs. His pleas and promises to change always sway you into believing him, despite knowing the truth that he’ll never change for you. He thinks money carries the same weight as love. He thinks his daddy’s credit card is the answer to all of his problems.

He wants to believe you can be bought.

He truly believes that he can buy your subservience with the same unearned money he uses to pay his dealer in fat wads of cash.

The day you met his dealer is the day you think things really began to fall apart between you. He wouldn’t refrain from making lewd comments about you, a fact that has stopped you from going with him to pick up since that first encounter. Your boyfriend didn’t chastise him, no. Instead, he played along. Joking that he’d be willing to share during your most intimate moments or even give you up completely to use as a payment instead of actually paying.

You broke up with him that night, leaving him alone with his friend. He didn’t even bother chasing after you to apologise. He didn’t care enough to check if you were okay, either. It hurt you to think that he was laughing it off with Sukuna, imagining him so nonchalant and uncaring broke your heart.

And you’re lucky you didn’t have to see that you were exactly right.

You can’t even remember why you forgave him that time, it should have been the final straw. He came over, sneaking into your window after your parents turned in for the night. It’s like he’d been waiting for all of the lights to go out. He lifted it, effortlessly, before he stepped inside. He hushed your protests and panic as you worried your parents would hear and before you knew it, he was your boyfriend again.

You jolt from your thoughts as you hear a struggle to your left. Your eyes linger on the window as you notice Takuma try his hardest to lift it open. He looks up and sees you staring, and you recognise something akin to fear sprawled across his pretty face.

He can’t remember the last time you locked the window.

“Baby, please.” he whispers. You shush him, determined to be strong as you approach the window and look at him sternly.

It’s the first time in over a week since you’ve laid eyes on each other, it should have been harder than it was. But you’ve had plenty of practice from when he goes on drink and drug infused benders and doesn’t even bother to send a measly text to let you know he’s alive.

Your fists clench tightly as you hold your parted curtains, though your will begins to dissipate as you see his soft brown stare up at you so pathetically. It feels like love. Maybe one more chance wouldn’t—

“Let me in, baby, ‘m so cold.” he tells you, squatting awkwardly on the roof as he tries to convince you to see things his way. Your blood begins to boil again as you remember how fucking entitled is. Entitled in life and entitled to you. Not this time. “I think it’s gonna—” the metal curtain pole hisses as you abruptly shut them and shut him out of your life for good.

“Go home, Takuma…” you sigh, your own purposiveness decaying as your body seems to crave him, you want to help him, despite knowing you’re being manipulated.

“Oh come on. Don’t do this, princess. It’s starting to rain!” he tells you.

You can’t listen to him. You grab your headphones from your desk and put them over your ears. You quickly scroll through your music library until you find your feel-good playlist and turn the volume to max. Sure you might go deaf in a few years, but it’s better than listening to him do all he can to get you to let him in.

The paranoia of not knowing what he’s doing or saying out there pricks at your skin like needles. Your senses are sharp despite cancelling one of them out. You begin to hear creaks of the window and calls of your name you’re certain you can’t be hearing. Your dad will come to berate you and him if he gets too rowdy. He wouldn’t risk it.

INO: Gonna start singing if you don’t let me in 💕

You learn forward in your seat as you read his message. He’s bluffing, he has to be. And yet, it scares you enough to pull your headphones down while your music continues to play through them. His knuckles are rapping against the window repeatedly without stopping as he waits for you to reply. He gives you a few minutes before the knocking stops, and while you hope he’s given up, you look down at your messages to see three dreaded dots appear.

INO: You’re so cute when you’re mad

INO: What song should I sing?

You freeze as you hear him hum, even over the sound of the rain pelting down against the roof shingles and the glass of your window. It’s a song you recognise instantly, the first song you danced to together when you met at a club two years ago.

“Come on baby, let me iiiiin~!” he speak-sings in tune with the beat and you know it’s only going to get worse. You try to hold strong, you do. The thought of giving him the satisfaction and ultimately the gateway to him winning you back makes your stomach churn, you don’t want to keep being this girl.

But you’ve always been weak when it comes to him.

The shriek of your curtains opening again puts a swift end to Takuma’s singing. His face lights up, and it makes you even angrier. He watches you intently as you unlock the window for him, but you step away to allow him the honour of opening it for himself.

“Shit baby, I’m soaked. Why didn’t you let me in sooner?” he asks, he wrings out his beanie on your bedroom carpet before tossing it aside completely. You roll your eyes as he shuts the window and begins to undress. “C’moooon, you’re not really giving me the silent treatment, are ya?”

You sigh and sit on your bed, carefully taking off your headphones and tucking them back into their protective casing. He barely even looks at you as you tuck your knees up to your chest and observe his every move.

“What do you want Takuma…” you pout. “I told you I don’t wanna see you anymore. Why are you here?” you ask.

He kisses his teeth, the sound makes your skin pinch together and you suddenly feel the harsh chill of the outside breaking in. He smiles at you, his sweet innocent face and warm brown eyes are almost enough to thaw you out.

“You didn’t really mean that, did ya?” he wonders. “Baby, I love you.” he kicks off his shoes and begins to undress. The audaciousness of him is never lost on you, but tonight he’s really something. He sits on the edge of your bed, his back facing you while he moves at a glacial pace.

He’s high. It’s obvious.

The sculptured muscles of his back flex and ripple as he takes off his socks, flinging them without a care in any direction before he stands up to look at you. You swallow, hard, as the buckle of his belt begins to clink before he pulls it out of the belt loops with one hand. Your eyes stay fixed on his as his arm extends and he lets it fall from his grip.

“Bet you’ve missed this dick, baby,” he smirks. “Can see it in your eyes. You’ve missed me.”

You roll your eyes despite his words hitting a nerve. His vision drops as he unbuttons his jeans, missing the way you squirm as you reposition yourself on the bed, tucking your knees further into your chest as you continue to stare while he takes off his clothes.

“Why do you play these games, princess? You know you always come back to me.”

“It’s not a game. I’m done with you, for real this time.” you protest. The way he bites his lip makes you angrier as he climbs on the bed with you, the mattress dipping as he slowly crawls towards you like he has so many times before.

He thinks, he knows everything you say it futile, regardless of how determined you are to not succumb to him for the umpteenth time.

“Take this off, gorgeous,” he demands as his fingers curl into the elastic waistband of your pleated skirt. You shake your head lightly, heart battering in your chest like a drum solo. He snarls, at that, like he hears your heart fighting against your weak defiance. “Suit yourself.” he mutters.

His hands wrap around your thighs and he drags you down the length of the mattress. It takes everything within you not to scream, the thought of being caught by your parents like this makes your whole body sear with heat.

“I’m—” you squeak, a little too loudly. You clear your throat and look at him, your eyes shaking with apprehension and anxiety. He wets his lips as he looks at you, waiting for you to continue. “I’m not fucking you. N-Not tonight. Not ever. Never again, Takuma… I m-mean it. We’re through!”

He sighs, a little pout forming on his lips as he crawls over your body. He cages you beneath him, looking down at you with a moue of dissatisfaction.

“What about a kiss baby? Can I have a kiss, just one?” he asks. His voice is soft and shallow. His honeyed eyes make you crumble as he stares at you with an intensity you’ve never felt from him before. Is it desperation? Is it panic that he’s really losing his grip on you? You can’t even look at him directly, each turn of your head causes him to angle his own so he can continue to stare you down.

And it works.

“Just a kiss.” you mumble, your whole body relaxes when he smiles. It’s such a sweet smile, the one that always adorned his gentle face when you first met. You’ve missed it, dearly.

Your eyes flutter closed as his lips land on yours. It’s chaste, quick, and leaves you wanting more.

“One more kiss, baby. Please?”

You nod, closing your eyes again. You startle when you feel the mattress shift dramatically. Words stay lodged in your throat as you see him on the ground, on his knees, looking up at you between your legs.

“No panties? Must’a known I was coming.” he grins. He flips up the material only slightly. His head disappears beneath the black pleats.

It’s pathetic, truly, the whimper that flees from you when he presses a delicate kiss to your clit. You cover your mouth with your hand, and you even surprise yourself when you feel tears roll down your cheeks.

“Can I kiss her again, princess? Wanna make out with her… do you want me to?” he wonders, repeating the same kiss again… again… and again.

“Y-Yes, Takuma please.” you moan. Your fingers card through his brunette locks, urging him closer to your heat. He complies, desperately. He slowly swirls his tongue over your swollen clit, humming contently as he encourages you to rest your legs over his shoulders.

The pleasure overwhelms you, and you allow yourself to lie comfortably against the mattress. Deep down you knew, you both knew, you were always going to end up like this.

You look between the valley of your breasts when you regain your stability. The shape of his head makes your own begin to spin as you see the material of your skirt move in tandem with his actions. The way he slurps and suckles on your flesh makes it all too clear, you’ll never be able to quit him. Not really, not when he’s so perfect when he’s like this.

Maybe he does love you, maybe all of the things he tells you when you shut him out for so long are indeed true. How else would he be able to ravage you with such vigour and passion? The only time you know him to have drive and patience is in moments like this.

He’s spoilt, but not with you.

He’s a giver, only for you.

Your back arches from the bed when the tip of his tongue targets a particularly sensitive spot between your folds. You moan, you whine, and it only encourages him more. He doesn’t stop when your thighs begin to clamp around his head. It’s more fuel to the fire, you have to smother any and all sounds that want to escape from your body with your hand.

And that, he sees as a challenge.

He holds under the bend of your knee and pushes it, so gently, towards your chest. And still, you feel like the air has been knocked from your lungs. Your skirt is forcibly moved by the action and his face is revealed once more. His eyes glitter and shimmer with expectance and desire as he sees your own face contort from the pleasure he’s forcing upon you.

His lips suction around your clit and he sucks like it’s his sole purpose on earth. Your eyes roll back, and you practically scream into your palm. His hand wanders purposefully to cup your breast. He squeezes experimentally, rubbing his thumb over the material of your top to tease your peaked nipple. The feeling of that is almost enough to make you unravel, your hips jerk at the contact, and he decides to take it further.

He breaches the edge of your crop top, desperate to feel your soft naked mound. Your eyes fill with water and spill consistently as he adds rolling your pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger to the intense amalgamation of pleasure.

“Ino… fuck,” you whisper pathetically, freeing your mouth momentarily to utter his name. To warn him. “I’m gonna cum.”

“… I know.” he mumbles before maintaining his efforts. His tongue swipes quickly over your clit, you whimper and your toes can’t help but curl as he doesn’t dare let up.

You grip the sheets below, desperate to hang onto something as you feel your body seconds from exploding. He shushes you between licks, drooling over your cunt as his jaw hangs low for you. You do all you can to keep quiet, but it’s a gargantuan task. Especially when you haven’t felt so good for so long, it’s near impossible.

Your legs begin to quiver as you cum. Your pussy gushes and coats his face further. And for once in his life, he isn’t ungrateful. He savours the taste and laps at your folds like a starving man. And after such a long time apart, that’s exactly what he is. He’s ravenous, he’s missed this. He’s missed you. And he’ll never not appreciate how delicious you are. And it’s all for him.

“Made such a pretty mess for me, baby,” he murmurs into your skin, repeatedly planting delicate kisses against your inner thighs. He doesn’t stop as he gets on top of you, showering your stomach in the same soft kisses. Each one infused with his desire for you. His urgency to force you to remember who you belong to and who you need.

Your legs spread beautifully for him, his throbbing cock rubs against your core, dampening the material of his underwear.

His eyes fixate on yours as he looks for permission to kiss you. And you give it, instantly, humming when his lips slot against yours. His tongue delves into your mouth, his hips begin to rut into you as you make out.

You run your fingers through his hair, interlocking your fingers to keep him close as you continue humping against each other. He breathes heavily as he breaks the kiss, staring down at you with a hurt look in his eye.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him quietly. It makes your blood run cold, the fear of wondering if he’s about to go back to the regular Takuma again. The one you’re all too familiar with, The one that always lets you down.

“… Don’t like it when you call me Ino, baby,” he tells you. It’s earnest, a twinge of disappointment laced in his words.

“All of your friends call you Ino, Ino.” you repeat. It makes your heart race to defy him, you seldom do. You’re the perfect girlfriend until you can’t take anymore, but this is different. You’ve never felt bold enough to do this, to attempt to rile him up.

Never.

“Stop that.” he growls, kissing you again. “You’re not my friend. You’re my girlfriend, alright? Say it. Please.”

“I t-told you… I don’t want you back. Only let you in so you wouldn’t wake my parents.”

He stops. He stands on his knee and looks down at you with a little frown, his lower lip almost jutting as he hears you. You can’t tell if he’s actually sad, or if it’s merely panic. “Do you mean that? You don’t want me back?”

You shake your head, despite it being the opposite of what you want. It’s almost as if you’ve been possessed.

“… So you wouldn’t care if I left right now? You don’t want to fuck?” he continues. You can barely look at him, you’ve never seen him like this before. He might actually be upset, he’s experiencing regret for the first time in his entire life.

“Well… if you wanna go, I won’t stop you Takuma.” you shrug, it comes a little too easily. It feels like a dream, or a nightmare to Takuma. He can’t help but stare as he realises he’s lost his control of you.

A hand rests on your knee, while the other carefully rubs the lower half of his face. He wants to ask again. And again. Is that really what you want? But he’s terrified to even think it, let alone say it. Because what if you are sure? He won’t know what to do, he’s never known you to be like this before. Maybe he took too long to come over this time, he got cocky. Assumptions and greed consumed him. He came back to you when he was ready, but he hadn’t accounted for the fact you might grow a backbone in that time.

He lowers himself again, your noses barely touching before he kisses the tip of it.

“You love me, I know you do baby,” he says, faux confidence lingering in his tone. Though you don’t notice, to you, he’s just confident. The sound of tender kisses littering your cheeks is the loudest sound in the room, even louder than his desperate whispers. “You gotta love me… because I love you. So much, baby, please forgive me.”

He doesn’t let up, like he’s transferring a love potion embedded from his lips to seep into your skin. You mewl at the sensation, never knowing him to be this affectionate before. You know why, the agonising realisation that he lost you has him resorting to this last ditch effort.

And you hate him, because it’s working.

“I’ll always love you more than anyone, y’know. I promise. I’ll be better this time…” he tells you, the same sorry line he’s told you so many times before. “Can I put it in, babe? Please… Please let me feel you close one more time, if ya really mean it.” he begs. He moves his lips to yours, hoping to silence you with a kiss to remember. There’s a hunger to it, a desperate craving that he can’t satiate.

He needs your help.

He needs you.

“L-Last time, okay? I mean it, Takuma, I won’t take you back.”

He stopped listening to you after he heard you agree, honestly. Reaching down to pull his boxers just enough for his cock to spring free. He moans, it’s akin to a whine as it slaps against his abdomen. He’s been hard since he got that first kiss from you, and tasting your slick made him ache for you.

He jerks himself a few times before he slips himself inside of your cunt. His cockhead resting carefully in your entrance. His body moves closer to yours as he sinks in further, you both moan in tandem as you stretch and swallow his cock oh so gloriously.

“S-See, baby? See how perfect I fit? ‘Cause you love me so much, and I love you.” he explains gently holding your jaw in his grip so he can force you to look at him. His hips begin to roll, but he can’t let you enjoy it. Your attempt to throw your head back in pleasure with your eyes scrunched closed is thwarted as his hips instantly slow. “You gotta say it. Say it back, princess.”

“I love you, Takuma…” you say, defeated. “You know I’ll always love y-you.”

“Yeah?” he smiles widely, moving his hips once more. “Always gonna be mine?”

“… always.” you nod.

He kisses you again, his body weight almost suffocating you as he rests on top of you. He fucks every ounce of passion and longing into you. He covers your mouth, sensing it’s too much. But he can’t stop. You don’t want him to, you’ve never felt so whole with him.

You’re too fucked out to notice how badly your bed is creaking. Even with your moans trapped behind Takuma’s palm, he’s sure your parents will know he’s here by now.

“Fuuuuck, you’re choking my fuckin’ dick, baby. Gonna make me cum too fast.” he tells you, kissing your forehead as he slams his hips into yours. “So tight for me… my p-perfect girl, aren’t ya?”

You nod desperately, clenching around him at his every word.

“Want you to cum for me… but,” he rests his forehead against yours, alternating his movements to slow and deep rather than hard and fast. It has you drooling against his palm, but he doesn’t mind. He likes you, loves you, when you’re his braindead princess. “I only make my girlfriend cum.”

Your eyes widen in horror as you realise what he’s trying to do. You wish you could say you regret letting him fuck you again. But it’s too good, you’re lost to it. You’re almost dumb enough to agree.

Almost.

He moves his hand and cups your face, imploring you to look him in his eyes and tell him you’re his again.

“I c-can’t,” you sniffle. “Hurts too much being—”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t say that, princess.” he interrupts, not wanting to hear your thought in full. “Don’t say things you don’t mean. You love me, yeah? Always gonna be my girl. Mine.”

And as if on command, you nod in acceptance. Because he’s right, you will always be his girl. Whether in an official capacity or not. Even the days you’re separated, he’s always on your mind. You worry that weeks, months or even years could pass without him and he’d still be on your mind.

A particular intense stroke inside of your gummy walls makes your body jolt and a heavy moan tears through your throat. He looks down, admiring where to two of you meet before searching your eyes.

“There, baby?” he asks, experimentally thrusting into the same spot. He grins when he hears you keen once again for him, prodding it again and again until your eyes spill over with tears from the blinding pleasure. “Theeeere she is, right there. Bet you wanna cum real bad, ‘cause I do.”

“I do!” you agree, cupping his face gently before kissing him. “I love you, Takuma, please don’t stop,” you whimper.

“I won’t baby, promise.” he assures you. It’s imperceptible, and he’s glad, you can’t see the relief washing over his entire body as he feels safe once again. You’re his, again. There’s nowhere else you should be but with him. “C-Can’t let my girl down, can I?” he grins.

And after everything. All of the hurt, all of the effort, all of the determination, you’re his again. All of that defiance was for nought. And yet, you’re smiling. Your hands helplessly grip his body, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you scratch, attempting to ground yourself.

His lips find yours, eager to silence himself as he brings you both closer and closer to your demise. His breaths are heavy, his nostrils flaring as he continues to pummel into you. Your kiss is sloppy, but perfect. The messy passion heightens your pleasure, somehow. His tongue finding your own reminds you that there’s no one in the world you’d rather be doing this with.

Every plunge of his length against your sweet spot feels like love. Pure, unadulterated, love. Everything you’ve ever wanted, ever needed, from Takuma this time.

And as you cum together, moaning into each other’s mouths, that feels deeper. He looks into your eyes as he fills you to the brim, your walls clench around him, desperate to keep him inside and milk him for all he’s worth. You never want this feeling to end, he’s the man of your dreams.

He kisses your neck as he continues to fuck himself inside of you, making sure to deposit every last drop of his love into you. He feels it too, it feels different to how it usually is.

Better, somehow.

The pecks of his lips slow as he ventures towards yours again. Each kiss is interpolated with ardour. He doesn’t want to risk stopping for fear of all of this coming undone. He doesn’t want you to see sense, again. Despite what you might think, he is in love. A love so intense he couldn’t begin to explain.

He eventually pulls away, bracing himself for what you might say.

But nothing comes.

He’s grinning from ear to ear because you don’t say a word. Not one. But your expression says it all. You look exhausted, but fulfilled. You look beautiful as bliss ravishes your drained form. However even without all that, he only needs to look into your eyes to see it.

You really are his girl again.

He can practically see the hearts shimmering in your irises. You’re looking up at him like you’ve fallen for that signature Takuma charm once again, but are you really so foolish? Even he is a little surprised.

He wants to do better, of course he does. And maybe this time he’ll really try. He doesn’t mean to let you down so often, it’s not like he wants to do it.

That’s just the type of guy he is.

The type to make promises he can’t keep.

© 2024 rinhaler

anon: okay but imagine ino sneaking in your bedroom every once in a while and fucking you into forgetting he's an absent boyfriend, he's always smoking with his friend (plug! sukuna *cough cough*) he's a trust fund baby, and the worst boyfriend ever but dick game is so good he has you thinking you can fix him, so every time you let him hit you are looking at him with heart eyes and it almosttt makes him want to do better

#🦋 — luxe writes #📨 — requests #ino takuma x reader #ino takuma x you #takuma ino x reader #ino x you #takuma x you #ino x reader #takuma x reader #ino smut #ino takuma smut #jjk x you #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu #jjk x fem!reader #tw dubcon #tw toxic relationship #exes to lovers #tw manipulation #tw praise kink

[rinhaler]

One Minute, It's a Beautiful Scene

CHAPTER SUMMARY : how has megumi managed to convince you to run away from the class and visit the local aquarium?

boyfriend!yuuji itadori x f!reader x bully!megumi fushiguro

WARNINGS : 18+, PG chapter tbh!

WORDS : 4.5k

notes : I PROMISED I'D POST THIS WEEK AND I DID

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You observe Megumi as he fills in the last few areas of the bear page. He laughs when he puts his pen down. It’s ridiculous, but he likes it. Yours on the other hand doesn’t compare to the purple dolphin you had done previously. Megumi definitely has you beat this round in terms of colouring. He takes your book again, flipping through the pages for another page to colour in.

“The red elephant definitely wasn’t your finest work, O’Keeffe.” he tuts, focusing on which page he’d like to colour the most.

“I wish you wouldn’t call me that.” you tell him, pouting like a petulant child at the nickname. It is so loaded and filled with hate. But then again, so is the man who keeps using it against you. He huffs, annoyed, just because you’re telling him you don’t like it won’t change a thing. You’re O’Keeffe, to him. Megumi likes it. So Megumi won’t stop.

“Here, you do this one.” he tells you, pointing at a page filled with different types of flowers. It’s cute, and the big sunflower in the centre is calling your name.

It’ll pass the final hour to colour in again at the very least.

You can’t help but smile each time you look over at Megumi. The song ‘Pretend We’re Dead’ by L7 is playing full blast through his headphones whilst he's poking his tongue out in concentration as he colours in an a unicorn.

So angsty and still so cute.

He scoffs when he notices you staring, insisting that you shut up.

“I didn’t say anything!” you giggle.

“Alright, O’Keeffe, focus on your flowers.”

You sigh, looking down at the page. The way your stomach twists and spasms is all too familiar to how you’ve felt ever since you first met Megumi. Looking at the flowers now, despite them not being your own creations, is causing you nothing but pain and heartbreak. Flowers were your muse. They always made you smile, feel loved, feel happy.

But now all you feel is disdain.

His eyebrow quirks and he looks subtly over his shoulder as he watches you close your book without finishing your colouring. He pretends he isn’t interested in what you’re doing as you pack your book back inside of your tote bag and fold the tray table back to where it belongs. You place your felt tips onto his table, manoeuvring your body so you’re facing the window and looking at the sea in the distance.

You’re close.

It’s difficult forgetting who you’re dealing with. Megumi Fushiguro is like no one you’ve ever met. Although there is a familial resemblance to Naoya, both arrogant and nasty, he is so cold and uncaring.

Most normal people tend to ask what is wrong when you begin acting how you are right now. Yuuji would be begging you to share your woes with him.

But Megumi Fushiguro is not Yuuji.

He’ll never ask, although you want him to so badly. You want to scream at him, make him realise what he’s done to you. How he’s ruined something as beautiful and ordinary as flowers for you. And he still won’t stop calling you O’Keeffe! He won’t ask, your only choice is to tell him. But you know it won’t do any good.

He just doesn’t care. And you can’t make him.

“I need some fresh air and a smoke. Why are we even going to this hick town?” Megumi grunts, finishing colouring the unicorns horn in a pretty pastel blue. You scoff, and laugh, earning another infuriated grunt from him. “What?”

“It’s not a hick town, idiot. It’s a coastal town!” you inform him.

“Same thing. Nothing to do but look at the beach and morons walking their mutts.” he huffs.

“You’re always on, aren’t you?” you laugh. “You can turn the angsty teen act off once in a while. It’s okay to like things. You might even like the place, the sea breeze is good for you.” you explain. He shakes his head, resuming his colouring. “I didn’t know you smoke…” you sigh, repositioning yourself so that you’re facing him.

“Nosy.” he says.

Maybe he has a point. But you never thought you’d be comfortable enough with your bully to sit and talk with him like this. You shrug your shoulders in an attempt to appear as if you don’t care, but the look in his eye tells you that you aren’t a good enough actress to pull it off. “You’ve seen me with coke on my nose and you’re surprised I smoke?” he states. Your eyes widen in horror as you remember seeing his dusted nose in the bathroom that day.

“Oh, I—”

“Everything in moderation. I don’t smoke or do drugs often. Every now and then to remind me I’m alive. Or when I’m stressed, I guess.” he hums as he explains. “You ever do drugs?” he asks.

“Nosy.” you tease back. A smile creeps onto his face, shaking his head with a pout as he considers you. “There was this one time when I got spiked…”

“Alright, shut up.”

“Are you ever going to apologise for how you’ve treated me, Megumi? Do you know what you’ve done to me?” you wonder.

It’s hard to talk to him. He’s so fucking unusual and mystifying you can’t help but lose yourself in conversation with him and want to know every inch of his aching soul. That’s your inner empath talking. But there’s a frightened voice within you that can’t let you forget what he’s done to you. Every single thing he’s done and you keep throwing it up in the form of words each time you remember. He asked you a question, and you couldn’t help yourself but remind him of what he is.

He’s a bastard.

A bully.

A monster.

He covers his ears with his headphones for the umpteenth time, disregarding your words and your existence entirely.

Something is telling you that you won’t be hearing from him for the rest of the journey.

Somehow you managed to drift off whilst riding out the final hour of the ride. Megumi was happy with his unicorn colouring and admired it for a while as the vehicle slowed down so that it could park. The other students began to stand up and pick up their belongings so they could get outside sooner. Everyone seemed to be desperate for some fresh air.

The girls of your worst nightmares sauntered by you both. But the blonde couldn’t help but stop and look at the two of you. She sniggers, pulling the attention of the redhead to stare at you as well.

“Looking very cosy, Megumi.” she spits, a loathsome tone in her voice.

Megumi looks to his side, seeing you comfortably resting on his shoulder as you continue to nap. He doesn't want to wake you. But for some reason he let the girl’s comments get under his skin. He shrugs his shoulder, hoping it would be enough to wake you. You stir, but he notes you have no intention of opening your eyes.

“Get up.” he demands, using the full force of his hand to shove you away from him. The back of your head thumps against the window and your eyes shoot open. Your heart is racing at your unfamiliar surroundings, evidently forgetting where you are whilst you had been sleeping. “We’re here.”

“You didn’t have to shove me.” you tell him.

“I’m not your fucking pillow, O’Keeffe. I know princess is used to everyone doing whatever she wants, though, so I’ll let you off this once.” he tells you as he gathers his things. Before you can get out of your seat, he’s shoving his three coloured pages in your face and demanding you put them in your bag. He is a princess. A childish little bratty princess.

“Don’t you want to keep them?” you ask him waving them in your hand wondering if he’ll change his mind.

“No, put them in your book. They’re yours.”

He stands in the middle of the walkway, blocking everyone from getting ahead of him as he waits for you to get your things together and get off the bus. It makes you nervous, you can hear people complaining in the aisle about being held back and it’s your fault. Why won’t he just let them by? He looks unbothered, as always. His expression is telling you not to worry. But how could you not? He towers above you when you finally stand up and guides you out.

The salty air hits you like a brick through a window. You’ve never felt so alive. And you can tell by Megumi’s face he’s enjoying it too. He’s disgruntled when he hears your lecturer inform you that you’re five minutes away from an art gallery you’ll be spending some time at.

He wanted some time to stretch his legs and breathe in the air; it is a crushing blow to realise he’ll be trapped in a stuffy gallery immediately after getting off the coach. You all walk together in the direction of the art gallery nonetheless. But when you get outside, Megumi pulls you backwards and drags you away from the group so that you can hide around the corner.

“What are you—?”

He’s lighting his cigarette and leaning against the wall. His face instantly turns from tense to pure ecstasy. He snickers each time you look around, tense about being caught with him and not inside with your class. As if you aren’t adults. It’s like you’re scared about being caught smoking.

You are.

“Why are you so antsy? Here,” he speaks as he holds his cigarette out to you. Though you politely decline, he continues puffing away and tarring his lungs. “We aren’t teenagers y’know. We won’t get in trouble.”

“We’re meant to be with the group! You didn’t even tell anyone about—”

“Shut up.” he hisses, tossing his cigarette to the ground and stubbing it out with the bottom of his shoe. “C’mon then, princess, let’s get you inside before you blow a fucking fuse.” he moans as he storms ahead of you. Your legs work over time doing your best to keep up with his massive strides, still trailing behind him.

It turns out you were worried for nothing as you seamlessly re-join with the class. The two of you lingering in the back as your teacher explains what is going on. Apparently you have an hour to wander around and admire the work, and after that time you need to meet back up in the main room to listen to a speech from one of the curators here. Megumi rolls his eyes at that, immediately skulking off to the nearest elevator to hide on the top floor.

As much as you want to explore and admire all of the art, you know you’re easy pickings by yourself. The girls are eyeing you up like vultures the further away Megumi gets from you. You look between him and them a few times before rushing over to the elevator. He shakes his head in annoyance as he swallows liquid from an energy drink can he pulled out of his backpack.

“Little bloodsucker.” he mutters.

You ignore him, though, knowing it’s easier to listen to his insults than be involved with the girls downstairs. There isn’t much to look at when you step outside and onto the top floor. A few paintings and nothing more. Although there is a comfortable looking bench that Megumi soon makes himself at home on. You sit beside him twiddling your thumbs, unable to help feeling like you’re missing out on things.

“I’m not keeping you here, go look at the art.” he tells you.

“N-No…” you stutter, pulling your laptop out of your bag and searching the gallery up on the internet. “I’ll use my phones hotspot and… it’s fine. See, most of the paintings are on their website so—”

“It’s different in the flesh. You want to make some notes for your dissertation, right? Go look around.” he instructs.

“I don’t want to go. Those girls terrify me... They only leave me alone when you’re with me.”

“Well I’m here now. And there’s some paintings here, too. So go look at those.”

You suppose he has a point. There’s no one here but you and him. You tuck your laptop back inside of your bag and decide to look around.

He doesn’t take his eyes off you while you look at each painting and make page after page of in-depth notes. You’re smarter than he’s given you credit for. He hasn’t even thought about writing his dissertation. He feels a strange sensation in his chest each time you lean forwards and tuck your pen behind your ear as you study each individual brushstroke on the canvases.

He’s getting warmer, and he can’t stop smiling.

He tries to shake it away and drink more of his energy drink. He doesn’t want to think about it anymore. About you. Why is he thinking about the time you kissed at your parents manor house?

Fuck.

He gets up, abandoning you as he strides towards the elevator again. It’s hard for you to put your things away and catch up with him, but you do. Standing side by side as the elevator descends to the floor below.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“Nothing.”

He sticks close to you as you wander from painting to painting. He even shields you from the girls when he spots them getting a little close, not that you noticed, too captivated by the paintings. They’re all so homely and sweet. The type of painting you’d see in a grandparent’s home. Mostly beachscapes and sea life. You turn a corner, and Megumi whistles as he studies the painting in front of you both.

“Wow…” you huff.

“It’s... big.” he follows.

“And so detailed.” you add.

It’s another beachscape, but with a ton of attractions included in the image. Amusement parks, restaurants, you name it. You’re scribbling down notes furiously as you take in every inch of the beautiful painting. Megumi, meanwhile, is more interested in the floor to ceiling window overlooking the town and bathing the painting in natural light. He notices something in the distance that makes him squint in concentration. His vision begins to alternate between the painting and the window. He takes your breath away as he drags you towards the window so you can see what he’s looking at. You begin to copy him as you look between the painting and the window, seeing what he’s seeing.

“An aquarium!” you smile, excited by the prospect of going.

“Shall we go?” he asks. You shake your head.

“We can’t,” you tell him as you hoist your bag over your shoulder and begin to walk towards the elevator for the final time. “we have that speech thing in ten minutes.” you remind him. When the doors open and you blend in with the group, your lecturer stands proudly in front of everyone.

“Feel free to look around for another ten minutes before the wonderful curator tells us about the history of the town and how it influenced the art on display.” he announces.

You turn to see Megumi standing with raised eyebrows.

Do you really want to stick around and listen to that?

Both his facial expression and your internal monologue ask you that. When there’s an aquarium down the road? Absolutely fucking not. He tilts his head in the direction of the exit, and you both casually walk towards it hoping to not get caught. Once outside, you begin to sprint together down the streets.

“You’re a bad influence.” you tell Megumi as you slow down now that you’re safe enough to walk.

“You feelin’ alright princess? Didn’t think you had this in you.” he taunts.

“Let’s just go,” you demand as you overtake him in your speed walking, “I wanna see some fish!”

Megumi covers the cost of the admission fee, telling you that you have to pay for food. You remind him that you can’t be any later than 5pm or you’ll miss the coach home. He side eyes you as your phone lights up with a text. You reply with a cheesy smile on your face.

Why does he feel so fucking angry about it?

He feels even worse as you giggle with your reply.

“Who’s that? Yuuji?” he asks. Instantly cringing at his questioning. He shouldn’t have asked. He doesn’t care. Does he? Why did he ask?

“I haven’t heard anything from Yuuji since he left.” you sigh, wondering why he hasn’t made the effort to answer any of your messages yet. You hold your eyes shut as you try and dispel the negative thoughts from your mind. Smiling when your eyes open and excited to tell Megumi the truth. “It was your dad, actually.” you chuckle.

“Oh, yeah? You text with my dad?” he queries.

“Not really, he was asking how we’re doing and if you’re giving me any shit.” you explain.

“Gonna rat on me again?”

“No! I—”

“Ugh, you’re sick. You want to fuck each other so bad. It’s obvious.” Megumi pouts, walking away from you as he steps into the first room.

“I do not! I can’t speak for Toji and I wouldn’t blame him because, well, look at me.” you joke as you flaunt your body and your face sarcastically. “But I’m with Yuuji and I love him and I’m happy.” you speak a little louder than intended. He nods, but doesn’t speak. You think he’s more interested in the fish, which is fair.

You spend time in each room. Sometimes you stand together, and other times you stand apart. The rooms all link together, so you take your time exploring them all. From Amazonian fish to cold water ones. By the time you reach the warmer waters room you hear Megumi’s stomach begin to growl.

“There’s a café upstairs.” you tell him as you lead the way.

You point at the window while you wait for your orders to be brought to your table. It’s raining. His face scrunches in disbelief. It has been perfect sunshine all day. Barely a cloud in the sky and now it’s pouring down rain.

“I told you.” you remind him.

“Yeah, you did.”

You note the time on your phone, telling him that you should probably go back to your class soon. But he disagrees. You’ve got over an hour before the bus leaves and you still have a few rooms left to look at. You’re satisfied with your small plate of food but it’s clear that it has barely touched the sides for Megumi. Though he declines your offer to get him something else, he’s more intrigued by the prospect of looking at the sharks.

“Maybe we’ll see a purple dolphin.” he jokes.

He starts to think of all of the colouring you did together on the coach. And the flowers. Why didn’t you finish the flowers? They’re your thing. He calls you O’Keeffe for a reason. He picked that page specifically for you.

Were you just too tired?

“How’s your sketchbook doing? I bet you’ve got a garden growing by now.” he asks, distracting himself from annoying, niggling thoughts. You puff out air, unsatisfied with the question and your current predicament.

Flowers. Fucking flowers.

“I’ve fallen out of love with flowers...” you admit, earning a surprised expression from Megumi.

“Shame. What’s the reason?” he questions, oblivious.

“… You. Because of you, Megumi.”

He clears his throat, awkwardly. It’s not that he feels bad, he doesn’t, but it’s like a real look in the mirror. You aren’t joking with him like you had on the bus. You aren’t trying to get him in trouble with Toji. It’s earnest, it’s real.

You’ve stopped loving something that meant so much to you, because of him.

Painting flowers meant so much to you. It calmed you. Brought you joy, happiness, strength. And each time he harassed you, called you names, harmed you, destroyed that. It was like he personally ripped an individual petal from every single flower to exist.

You’ve lost love.

The world has lost its bloom.

He gets up, walking away from the table without a word. You’re never going to get a word out of him. You’ll never get an apology or an acknowledgement of what he’s done to you. What you’ve become because of him. That’s just something you need to come to terms with. You step out into the tropical waters display, a huge underwater tunnel showing you the sharks swimming over your head. The unpleasant conversation seems to melt away from you as you watch the sharks movements and rippling water above you.

The bright blue water illuminates both of you. Though you don’t pay attention to Megumi, he can’t stop staring at you. After torturing you for so long, he doesn’t think he’s seen you truly happy until today. You look like a totally different person to him with an earnest smile on your face.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” you query as you make eye contact with Megumi. He does nought but nod, looking above him at the sea life once again.

“Yeah.” he mutters, so quietly you can’t hear him. He watches you for a while as you take more pictures on your phone.

“Smile!” you tease, pointing your phone at him and catching him off guard. You manage to get one nice one, the rest you take are him covering his face. “Will you take one of me?” you wonder. He hesitates, but nods.

He takes a few as a shark swims behind you, handing your phone back to you to see if you’re satisfied.

“I think you’ve got a new muse.” Megumi informs you. You look deeply into the water, considering his words. Maybe he’s right. It can’t hurt to take some more pictures just in case.

“Come here.” you command him. He gets closer, but begins to retreat as you flip your camera to selfie mode. “Just one, stay still!”

He cracks a smile as you take a photo of yourselves together with the blinding blue water highlighting you both. You consider putting it on your story, but your stomach sinks at the prospect of Yuuji stumbling upon it. He watches you save the image and close out of it, keeping it for your own personal memories.

“Shall we get another coffee and then go?” you ask.

“There’s a gift shop over there.” he points. Your eyes widen. There is nothing more exciting than a gift shop. Regardless of how overpriced they can be.

“Okay. Coffee. Gift shop. Bus.”

“Sure.”

“How cute is this shark!” you smile as you practically shove the shark plush in Megumi’s face. “I want it but—”

“Sure. Hurry up and decide while I go piss.” he sighs as he leaves you alone in the gift shop.

You become incredibly tense after you put down the shark. It was as soft as a cloud, but as the time draws nearer to 5pm, your nerves get the better of you. Where the hell is he? You linger outside the bathrooms for a little while, despite the fact it’s making you feel like a criminal, but he doesn’t appear.

The time hits 5:29 and you can’t help but wonder if he is back to his old tricks. Did he go to the bus alone and leave you stranded here?

You look out of a nearby window, and spot him standing across the road. A cigarette between his fingers on one hand and his phone to his ear in the other. Even from this distance you can practically see a vein bulging in his forehead. He’s yelling, furiously. He tosses his cigarette aside and continues talking as he walks back into the aquarium.

At that moment, your heart sinks.

Right as he walks inside, you see your class’ coach drive behind him and out of town. Fuck. You run faster than you ever have before, sprinting down the stairs and out of the building. You didn’t see Megumi, but you pick your phone up and begin to dial your lecturer again and again.

No answer.

You run back inside; searching each and every room to find Megumi again. In hindsight, it would have been a great idea to finally ask for his number while you were on the coach. He’s nowhere in sight, and you worry you’ll never find him at this rate. Should you wait outside for him? Stay in one room and hope that he finds you?

You rush outside into the torrential rain, tears streaming from your face. You aren’t sad, you’re stressed. You’re scared. Where is he? What the hell are you going to do? You’ve been left here and you’re stuck! How could they do this? How could your school just leave you here and not even try to get in touch?

“What are you doing out here?” Megumi asks, yet another cigarette latched between his teeth.

“Did you do this on purpose?” you accuse him, a dangerous scowl on your face telling him you aren’t playing around.

“I was just—” you cut him off as he raises a bag he’s holding in his hand.

“You knew we had to be back at the pick up site for 5pm. Look at the time! It’s gone, we’re stranded! What the fuck are we going to do?” you rant and rave as he continues to smoke casually.

“I don’t want to be stuck here in this weather with you. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Who were you on the phone to?”

“What?”

“I saw you from the window. Arguing. Was it Toji? Were you telling him your latest plan to make my life hell? No one can save me while we’re here. Haven’t you fucked my life up enough?” you begin to cry harder as the stress sets your mind into overdrive. Why did this have to happen to you? Why is he doing this?

“It wasn’t Toji. It’s none of your fucking business who I talk to on the phone.”

“But—”

“Shut up. Stop crying. Let’s go inside and figure out what we’re going to do.”

You suppose he has a point. Crying won’t solve anything, and maybe you were a little rash in accusing him. Not everything is about you. That’s what you’re sure he’s telling himself in his mind. That you’re a spoilt princess and making something about you which, in reality, didn’t have anything to do with you. It’s just an unfortunate circumstance that you missed the bus home. You need to figure out how to fix this.

You need to find a way home.

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Get Your Passport, 'Cause We Runnin' Off

CHAPTER SUMMARY : the day of the big trip has arrived, and you're stuck with your bully for the whole ride there. maybe he'll be nice for a change...

boyfriend!yuuji itadori x f!reader x bully!megumi fushiguro

WARNINGS : 18+, PG chapter tbh, daddy kink mention??, attempted/thwarted bullying.

WORDS : 3.9k

notes : every friday was a funny joke right guys? right?

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“Are you sure you don’t need a ride tomorrow?” Gojo queries as he helps fill your fridge and cupboards with food he picked up for you. It's his way of an apology without actually saying the pivotal words. He told Yuuji he’d look out for you, and he will keep his promise. A few groceries are bound to make him look good in both your eyes and the eyes of your boyfriend.

“Yeah I’m sure. Toji is picking me up from here and then there’s a coach to take us out of town for our field trip.” you inform him.

He offers a smirk and silences himself as he continues to empty the bags. It's a devious look, and you know he has something to say. You aren't sure if you even want to know, but there's just something so irritating about Satoru Gojo that makes you think you'll die if you don’t pry whatever it is out of him.

“Could the reason that you’re declining my offer be that I don’t have what Toji has?” he wonders. You quirk your eyebrow in confusion; hoping it will prompt him to continue. “I mean, Toji has a perfect doppelgänger, right? A mini me, closer to your age.”

“What are you implying, Gojo?” you speak, an accusatory tone bleaching your words.

“Do you… like Megumi?” he inquires.

You wish you never asked.

You can’t help but scoff at that. He couldn’t have found a more inappropriate tree to bark up. Like Megumi? You can barely even stomach looking at him. He’s evil incarnate and, quite frankly, you hate him. You’ve tried being nice to him. You’ve tried being cordial. There isn’t much you haven’t tried to make your life easier when it comes to Megumi, nothing works. So liking him is completely out of the question.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” you laugh, helping him with the last of the shopping so that you can shoo him out quicker. He watches you frantically pick everything up and put it away, he can tell what you’re doing.

Did he touch a nerve?

“I’m with Yuuji,” you halt, a revolted look in your eye informing him of your now soured mood. “I mean, are you… stupid? Megumi has been bullying me since he moved into my art class, actually. So, maybe you should—”

“Alright, alright. No need to get defensive.” he snickers, pulling a lollipop out of his jacket pocket to suckle on as he heads towards the exit.

“I’m not being defensive. You’re being annoying.”

“Yeah? Well why is it that you’d rather take a ride with Papaguro over me. Is it him you like?” he pushes. It’s like he’s trying to make you snap.

“I. Have. A. Boyfriend!” you remind him, yet again, “Toji is hot, yes, in a friend’s dad calling you kiddo type of way. I guess. But he’s just that, a dad. He treats me like his own kid, and I have no interest in him passed being friends.” you explain, hoping to satiate Gojo’s curiosity enough to make him drop the subject.

“Do you call Yuuji daddy when you fuck? Giving off major kink vibes right now, sweetheart.”

“Get out.” you demand.

“Huh? Wait I was just—”

“Out! Gojo, out! You’re done. Get out of my house.” you tell him with a completely straight face. He holds his hands up in surrender as he makes his way towards your front door to leave. You’ve never met anyone as insufferable as Gojo in your life. Not even Megumi is as bad as him. You watch him from your door as you see him walk towards his car. When he opens the door, you decide to offer him some parting words. “Toji doesn’t like you very much, it’s like he doesn’t trust you. And I’m not sure if I do either.”

“Do you know what Toji did to his own kid? Abandoning him after his mother died?” he questions.

“Yeah. I do.”

“And you trust that guy and not me? Tch.” he sits behind the wheel and starts up his car. “Thought you were smarter than that, babe. I’ll see you around.”

The wait for Toji to pick you up is nauseating. It’s your first ride with both him and Megumi in the car. The younger Fushiguro had opted to catch a ride into school with his sister when he heard the news of Toji becoming your new chauffer. But with Tsumiki at work and zero desire to risk taking the bus and missing the coach, his dad became the safest option.

He sits in the back, much to your surprise, giving him the freedom to manspread across the backseat. Toji couldn’t coax many words out of you, your nerves were shot. Of course you said good morning and told him that you were doing okay, but that was as much as he could get.

“Be nice to her today, shit head.” Toji orders. He laughs when he feels Megumi kick the back of his seat in protest.

You shake it off. Everything. His voice, Megumi’s defiance. It all crumbles away as you look out of the window and pretend you’re a cloud.

“Looks like rain…” you sigh. They both hear you, but neither of them comments. The sky couldn’t be bluer and the sun is blaring down. Even the sidewalks are hot to the touch if you were to walk on them with bare feet.

“I’m serious Megumi. No funny shit today, best behaviour.”

“Tell him I’ve been nice to you so he shuts his fucking mouth. I’ve not been giving you any shit, have I?” Megumi speaks, kicking the back of your seat, eagerly awaiting a response. You sigh, and smile. But why should you keep covering for him? Today is going to be hellish whether he leaves you alone or not.

May as well get him in trouble with his darling dad.

“Are you counting when you locked us in the bathroom together? Or the other day when you when you called me an entitled bitch? Besides that, no. You’ve been so lovely to me ‘Gumi.” you hum, continuing to look out of the window.

The argument that breaks out between them goes completely over your head. The only thing on your mind is the sky. You wonder what colour the sky is where Yuuji is right now. Will he look at it and think of you, too? What is the sky like for him? Are you even on his mind? You wish he’d call, you long to hear his voice.

“Little bastard. I know you’re stupid, but I’m wonderin’ now if you’re fuckin’ deaf too. Because I’m sure I’ve told you to quit picking on her.” Toji scolds.

“I’ve done worse. Snitch.” he mutters under his breath.

“Listen to me, Megumi. Leave her the fuck alone. I won’t tell you again. She hasn’t done shit to you so stop making her life difficult for no God damn reason. Thought Yuuji was your friend, so what the fuck is all this for?” Toji continues as he keeps looking in the mirror so that he can stare at his son. It goes ignored as Megumi slumps back into himself and plays his music through his headphones loud enough to deafen the world around him. “Why didn’t you tell me about all that shit he did, princess?” he asks. You shrug your shoulders, ignoring him similarly to how Megumi was.

What a pair of brats.

He lets you both out of the car and stops you both from going anywhere before he says what he needs to say.

“You. Best fuckin’ behaviour or I’ll kick the shit out of you when you get home.” he warns his son as he ruffles his hair. He leaves right after that, heading in the direction of the coach eager to get a good seat. “And you, princess, call me if anything happens. I’ve got a meeting later but other than that I’m free. I’ll drive down to wherever the fuck you’re going and pick you up myself if he acts up.”

“I’ll be fine, Toji. Enjoy your day.”

“Yeah, you too.” he smiles, “Have a safe trip, kiddo.”

You feel yourself smiling and blood rushing to your face at the new nickname he’s bestowed upon you. It wouldn’t have made you as giddy if not for your meaningless conversation with Gojo.

Kiddo, huh? How embarrassing.

Maybe he was right about you having a daddy kink, after all.

You’ll have to let Yuuji know when you speak to him.

The coach is full of students and teachers, and most of the best seats are taken. Though, you do manage to find two unoccupied seats together, you manage to snag them before anyone else does.

Megumi is a few rows ahead of you on the opposite side of the bus; you catch him looking over his shoulders a few times at you. A furious deathly glare in his eyes, clearly still bitter over you ratting him out to Toji this morning.

He’s sitting alone, too, like he often does.

It surprises you that the mean girls of your class aren’t fawning over him.

And almost as if you summoned them, you feel a tug on your hair from behind. The redhead. The blonde traps you in by the window as she takes a seat beside you. Your heart is racing.

You’re sick of this.

Sick of them.

Sick of everything.

And having these two harass you the entire way is going to make this an even longer journey than it already is.

“Maybe we could ditch the group and have some cocktails.” the redhead jokes from behind you. “We had a great time last time we all got drunk together, right?” she snickers, earning a laugh from her friend in the process.

They become stiff and polite in an instant, and you don't even notice. You're too focused on using the window as your escape once more, imagining yourself as a drifting cloud with the hope it'll help you drown out their cruel words for the rest of the journey.

You gasp when you feel fingers digging into the fat of your underarm, gripping harshly enough to make you yelp.

“Get off me!” you shout.

You assume it's one of the girls trying to hurt you.

But you're wrong. Very wrong.

It's Megumi.

Is he trying to rescue you?

He tilts his head in the direction of the seats he's sitting in, telling you that he wants you to come with him. Noting that Megumi often chose words over actions, you decide he was the lesser of two evils and go with him. You pick up his backpack that he used to save your seat and get yourself comfortable beside the window.

“Is there a reason that you two keep bugging her? I asked you for one favour that you couldn’t even fucking follow. Are you trying to make up for it?” Megumi wonders. He speaks in hushed tones, but it’s still loud enough for you to hear.

“We’re doing it for you, babe! We know you hate her, and—”

“I’m not gonna fuck either of you, y’know? I was using you. And I didn’t fucking ask you to do anything for me after the club. Leave me and leave her alone.”

They both look at you with disdain. You can’t help but laugh, quickly covering your mouth and looking out of the window to disguise it. Their expressions are too funny not to laugh at.

They're acting as if you casted some witchcraft over Megumi to make him turn on them. If they had any common sense, they’d realise he is just an asshole who uses people to get what he wants. His thigh rests against yours when he sits back down. It’s nice, for some reason, feeling caged in by someone as threatening as Megumi.

He’s done this before in a way that sent fear directly to your heart. He did it to intimidate you.

But this… is different. It’s protective.

His head rests back against the tall back of the coach seats as he listens to his music. His head lolls to the side, and for whatever reason he decides to open his eyes.

And, of course, he’s greeted to the sight of the girls. His eyes roll and he proceeds to flip them off, clearly done with entertaining them for a second longer.

“Why did you do that, Megumi?” you ask, genuinely curious as to why he decided to save you from them.

“Shut up. Listenin’ to my music.” he hisses back.

You shrug your shoulders, knowing it’s best not to push him. You reach down to pick up your sturdy tote bag and pull out a colour by numbers book and a pack of felt tip pens.

You hear him scoff when you pull down the tray on the back of the seat in front of you so that you can start to colour in. It goes over your head, though, instead of making a biting remark you simply flip him off with a smile.

You hear him clear his throat and turn his body away from you. His eyes flutter closed, and you can only assume he’s trying to nap. It’s fair enough, you think, the coach trip is three hours long. Maybe he didn’t get much sleep last night.

He grunts as he turns back to face you. Though he seems a little disoriented. Does he realise he fell asleep? He’d been lightly snoring for ten minutes.

He looks down at your colouring book, grunting in disapproval as you continue doing your best to remain within the black lines.

“God I fucking hate you.” he mutters.

“Excuse me? You’re the one who dragged me over here!” you snap back.

“Yeah, that was before I knew you were the type of person to colour things in wrong. Why is the fucking dolphin purple?” he laughs a little as he speaks, clearly amused with himself as he berates your colouring skills.

“I like purple. It’s cute!”

“Give me a page, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“Huh?”

“Give me a page.”

“You want me to rip out a page of my brand new—”

“I’m bored! Give me one to colour in properly.” he demands.

You flip through the pages heading towards the back. There are a few pages you want to do yourself, so you refrain from tearing them. He studies your face and the changes in expression as you see pages you like and want to keep for yourself. Until finally, you find a page with a lion in the wild. It’s so cute, you almost don’t want to give him it. But before you can change your mind, he snatches the book out of your hand and tears it out carefully himself.

“Hey!” you object, but it’s too late.

“Shut up. You’d only ruin it anyway. You know lions aren’t green, right?”

“You shut up.” you moan at him, returning to the page you’d been colouring and dipping your fingers into your pack of felt tips to get another pen. You barely blink before they’re missing from your hands and have been stolen by Megumi as he fishes around looking for a colour he needs. “Those are mine!”

“Heard of sharing?” he responds.

“You’re meant to ask if you can share.” you inform him. “You are the worst art student I’ve ever met. Don’t you have anything of your own?”

“Just shut up and colour your stupid purple dolphin, princess. Be a good girl and share your pens.” he teases as he begins to fill in the lions fur in a golden yellow.

You cannot stand how easily he can get into your head. Because now you are second guessing yourself and your decision. Maybe a purple dolphin wasn’t the brightest idea. But you do like purple! It takes more than a moment to calm the storm in your mind as you battle against his words and your feelings.

There are tons of artists who used colour ‘incorrectly’. Henri Matisse’s Femme au Chapeau springs to mind in a vividly clear image. You decide that you won’t stop there. Every single colour you are about to choose will be ‘wrong’. Why not make the sea pink and the trees blue? Maybe the sand will be red and the sky yellow? It’s your God damn colouring book that you paid for with your own money.

Colouring alone passes an entire hour. Megumi can’t believe his eyes when you show him your finished page. You have a prideful look on your face. And he nods. Is that… approval?

“I actually don’t hate it.” he tells you.

“Thanks. I think?”

He presents his own, looking slightly disappointed in comparison to yours. It’s wrong, but so very right. It’s fun and exciting to look at. His, on the other hand, is boring. It’s how it should be, but it isn’t as entertaining as yours.

“Give me another one, I wanna make it like yours.” he demands.

“A please wouldn’t hurt once in a while.”

He takes your book from you, looking for a page he’d like to colour in. His fingers hover over an elephant you had your eye on. You’re begging that he doesn’t tear it to colour in himself. You scrunch your eyes as you prepare to hear the all too recognisable sound of paper ripping. But instead, a simple ‘tch’ leaves his lips as he flips the page.

“Please may I take this page?” he asks, pointing at a bear in the woods. You nod, grateful that you have the elephant all to yourself. You both get to work, and you are both filled with glee as he begins to colour the friendly brown bear in a sky blue colour. You decide to colour your elephant red, although you regret it almost instantly. You hope you’ll be able to fix it.

“So, you still haven’t told me why you saved me from those girls.” you remind him, prodding for information as to why he decided to be your knight in shining armour.

“So?”

“Why did you rescue me?” you bluntly ask.

“Why did you rat me out to my dad this morning?” he questions back. It steals your breath for a moment, you have no idea what to say.

Why did you do it? You’re just mad at the world, you suppose. He hadn’t actually done anything particularly awful. Nothing to scare you or force a lump in your throat, so you had no reason to tell Toji. But you did. You’re suffering without Yuuji. Why should you be the only miserable one?

“Why did you call me ‘Gumi?” he torments with a sinister smirk on his face.

“I’m sorry about this morning. And, thank you for saving me. It’s been tough since Yuuji left, and—”

“I don’t care.” he tells you, pulling his headphones back over his ears as he starts to colour again. You shrug, assuming you won’t hear from him again until he finishes his up-and-coming masterpiece. “You piss me off, y’know?”

“Feelings mutual, trust me.”

“Listen. I’ve never had a friendship with a girl before. I just sleep with ‘em, normally. But you’re not a dumb cunt on legs like the rest. I wanted to try with you, for Yuuji, but you’re so fucking nosy.” he informs you.

“You’re disgusting. You’d known me all of two minutes and decided I was a good for nothing whore. I didn’t do anything to deserve any of the things you did to me.” you tell him, doing your best to keep your volume lowered so nobody around would be able to hear you.

“Maybe, maybe not. I don’t like talking about my personal life with anyone and you just… you know. Anyway. My dad’s a selfish asshole but he’s trying, and that’s because of you. So I suppose I should be thanking you for that, at least. And he wants me to be nice to you, so that’s why I saved you. I’m sure if you grew a fucking backbone you’d be able to handle them yourself.”

“I used to have a backbone until you started bullying me and destroyed my confidence.” you whined at him, earning a chuckle.

“I said I’m done with you, with that. I don’t know why I’m so desperately craving Toji’s approval but here we are. I can’t help but hate you, but I’ll have your back when it comes to those two. And… if I’m mean, I’m just fucking with you.”

“Shut up.”

“If my dad likes you there must be something off about you. He’s shady. Dangerous.” Megumi tells you. You shake your head, dismissing him.

“Toji is a big teddy bear. He doesn’t scare me, but you do.” you hum. “You’re fucked up and you know it. I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you and I’m sure it won’t be long before you’re making my life hell again.”

“Teddy bear? Ugh. You’re not fucking him, are you? My dad?” he fake gags as he thinks about it a little longer than he intended.

“Why do people keep asking if I have a crush on your dad?” you whisper to yourself. But, you’re a fool, because of course Megumi heard you. He raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your accidental statement. “Gojo.”

“Fuck sake, those two. Ignore him, they’ll both do anything to one up each other.” Megumi huffs, a disapproving shake of his head punctuating his statement.

“So you go way back with Gojo too, like Yuuji? How do you know him?”

“See, nosy.” he scoffs. “A story for another day, maybe. Or just ask your new best friend Toji when we next carpool.” he mocks you, finally blocking you out with his headphones again as he pours all of his focus into his bear colouring.

It’s such a small world.

How have you found yourself falling into this tight knit circle of family and friends who all seem to know each other? It’s crazy that they are all so close and yet so far.

Megumi and Toji are father and son but they are practically worlds apart in terms of closeness. Yuuji hates Megumi like he thought he never could. The Fushiguro’s are both related to your ex Naoya. And Toji, Yuuji and Megumi all have a connection to Gojo.

Megumi mentioned that Toji is shady and dangerous, but you don’t get that vibe from him at all.

Gojo on the other hand has an incredibly seedy aura about him. He’s sweet to you, sure, but why? Just because Yuuji told him to be? Is anyone really that nice? It’s like he’s going above and beyond to make both you and Yuuji happy. You can’t tell how Megumi feels about the white haired menace, but you know that Toji loathes him.

Why?

What the fuck is going on with the men in your life?

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Two Lovers Entwined !

You and your family move from the city to a small village in northern england. And after being the last person to arrive to the new place, you hadn't expected to get a Valentine's date on the day you moved in!

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ toji fushiguro x f!reader

Genre: porn! with a plot! (BRITISH au 🫨) Notes: this has series potential and i have a bunch of ideas so if u guys would like more lmk :3 thank you @chososdoll for beta reading and thank u @tteokdoroki for hyping me to post wheee !! Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, british slang (duh!), brief slut-shaming, size kink ♡, slight exhibitionism, dry humping, spanking ♡, cunnilingus, daddy!kink, vaginal sex, squirting, belly bulge ♡, creampie ♡, pet names (baby, princess, darlin', sweetheart etc.) Words: 9.5k

Chunky, chocolate-coloured platforms hit the pavement as you step out of the back of the taxi you know has definitely overcharged you. You roll your eyes as you read the metre. The driver watches you intensely as you circle around the car, leaning into his window as you pull out your purse.

“This is daylight robbery you know, love.” you chastise him, fluttering your lashes in hopes of getting some kind of discount. He makes no attempt to hide the way he leers at you, looking your body up and down before he meets your eyes once more.

“You can pay me back another way, if you’re short on cash.” he smiles, a missing front tooth presents itself confidently, as if he has a chance. It fades, instantly, when you can’t help but scoff at his lewd proposal.

“Dream on,” you scowl. You hand him the taxi fare you owe and huff realising the only thing left in your purse is one fake eyelash and a single penny. “The least you can do is get my suitcase out the back.” you command him.

He quickly clears his throat as you back away from the door to allow him some room to do as you’ve asked. You check your phone to find the address pinned in your family group chat, looking up again to see if you can home in on the right house. Your eyes stop on number seven with a smile.

There’s a ton of boxes outside and the door is wide open.

You should have figured.

The taxi driver brings your case to you, eager to get rid of it. There is clear distaste in his eyes, the leopard print pattern evidently ruining his image. You stare at him with a smile, however, pointing to your new home.

“It’s that one there, thanks.” you tell him, saying nothing else until he drags your case along. You roll your eyes again when his back is to you, following after him slowly.

You wiggle your fingers at him, a feeble attempt of saying goodbye as he hastens to his car. He’s desperate to leave, though you can’t possibly imagine why. Your eyes scan over the village slowly as you assess your new home. There are a few things that catch your eye, but nothing particularly exciting.

There’s a market in the centre of the village, some food and clothes stalls you’re sure will grow tiresome after a couple of days of living here. The sound of your family’s raised voices catches your ear and you suppose you ought to go and finally show yourself.

Though your eyes light up at the sight of a sign that you hadn’t spotted earlier. It’s neon, you can tell despite it being switched off in the daylight. The Attic. You hadn’t expected such a quaint, suburban village to be home to a nightclub.

Maybe there will be more to do here than you thought.

You step back on your heel to retreat indoors, but before you can fully turn away, the door to the lofted nightclub swings open. Your eyes squint as you watch a man lean over the balcony, a cigarette in one hand and his phone in the other. You can’t tell if he looks angry or defeated.

Even from this distance, the colour of his emerald eyes staring down at you is blinding. You try to hide your smile with a pout as he takes a drag from his cigarette, his gaze intensifying as his lungs blacken through an elongated intake. A plume of smoke leaves his nostrils as he smirks down at you.

And that is your cue to leave.

The handsome stranger soon leaves your mind when you enter the chaos that is your new family home. Boxes are stacked high, some full and some empty and littered around the front room. You toss your handbag down onto the couch, sitting down to put on the TV until someone realises you’re here.

You kick your feet up onto the coffee table, folding your arms across your chest as you channel surf. Nothing catches your eye, and you can’t hear any of it anyway. Not with the rowdy commotion echoing from room to room.

You consider sneaking out, waiting until it’s all said and done before you get roped into it, too. It’s tempting, too tempting. The TV cuts to black and you quickly pick up your handbag before strutting towards the front door.

“Aw here she is, only five hours late.” your elder sister yells, her deep, disapproving voice hitting everyone’s ear in an instant.

You take a slow inhale as your eyes roll back, bending down to pick up one of the boxes on the ground. Your sister watches as you spin around, a fake glossy smile on your lips despite her eyes staring daggers at you.

“Where do you want this?” you ask, voice giddy as you practically catwalk from the entrance to stand beside her.

“Is that Baby home?” you hear a familiar, loving voice ask. Your nana smiles as she enters the front room, she holds her hands over her heart as she looks at you. “You’re such a good girl.” she tells you, looking at the box in your hands.

The box you’re fairly certain is empty.

“Where were ya?” your sister asks. “We waited ages for you this morning. Bet a taxi cost a fortune as well. Were you at a lad’s house?”

“Give it a rest, Sabrina.” you roll your eyes. She huffs, big hoop earrings swinging as you see her gearing up to yell at you. She stops short, though, your nana intervening before she can get started. “Where’s my room, nana?” you ask.

“You’ve got the smallest one.” Sabrina tells you.

“I better not have!”

“Maybe if you showed up on—”

“Enough!” your nana shouts, snapping you both out of it to focus on her instead. You’ve never heard your nana get really angry before. She never swears, never calls anyone names. But living under one roof like this is bound to test her patience. “Your brother’s moving all your boxes into your room, love.”

You kiss her cheek before sauntering down the hall. Your mum looks at you happily when you check inside each room and end up finding her inside of hers. She points you in the right direction, and you find your room at the very end of the long hallway.

Your brother’s face lights up when he sees you, rushing over to give you a tight, rib-crushing hug. He shows you how he organised all of the boxes for you to unpack, clearly proud of himself for going to so much effort for you. You look around, impressed with the size but not with the fact you’ve got lots of work to do.

“Do you like it?” Danny asks, you nod, pinching his cheek teasingly.

“Can’t be arsed to do the bedding, though.” you laugh.

“I’ll do it if you make me something to eat.” he tells you. “I’m starving.”

“Alright.” you shake his hand, agreeing to the terms. You don’t suppose he’s expecting a five-star meal, you’re sure a sandwich or a bowl of cereal will suffice. He goes to pick up a new pack of bedding, you definitely didn’t buy it. And you can’t recall your mum telling you that she was buying you some.

“Nana got it.” he tells you, deducing instantly what you’re thinking about it. “Must be nice to be her favourite.”

“Did she not get anyone else’s?” you ask.

“No,” he smiles. “Baby.” he says your nickname with a little malice behind his words, but you know him well enough to know he’s kidding. You’re his favourite sibling, after all. He’s yours, too. He watches you leave as you go to make something for him to eat.

Sabrina rolls her eyes at you as you enter the kitchen. You can tell what she’s thinking without her saying a word. You never cook. She always says you’d start a fire pouring milk on cereal.

She’s wrong, though.

That hasn’t happened… yet.

Your younger sister says hello to you as she carries numerous hangers full of clothes from one room to another. Her disgustingly gaudy wardrobe is instantly recognizable, you’d hoped they would have been lost in the move, so you’d have an excuse to overhaul her wardrobe.

You rummage through the cupboards until you find a bowl. It takes just as long to figure out which drawers contain the cutlery. Before you even bother trying to hunt down whichever cereal Danny prefers, you open the fridge. Your brows knit together in confusion as you see how empty it is.

Completely empty.

“Where’s the milk?” you ask.

“Got none, got a food shop coming later.” Sabrina tells you. You groan, shutting the fridge before walking over to her. “What?”

“Danny’s hungry.”

“Well, you’ll have to get a few bits from the shop, then.” she informs you. Your eyes widen in horror, and it’s too late to cover it up before she laughs at you, unimpressed as always. “There’s one when you turn right out of here, go on princess.”

“I’ve got no money.” you tell her.

She rolls her eyes so hard they turn white, strutting from the dining room to the kitchen to grab her own handbag and pull out her purse. She holds out a £20 note, almost placing it in your hand before pulling it back. Her stare is as stern as her words as she warns you. Warning you to only get something small for your brother to eat and she wants the change back.

You take it, agreeing, heading out with your knock-off designer handbag in tow. The fresh air hits you, your skin breaking out in goosebumps as you look both ways. You smile when you see the shop, at least thankful for how close it is. Maybe this is one plus from moving here from the city.

You’ve never been short of male attention since you grew a pair of tits and learnt how to do makeup. You were the first girl in your year to get boobs and the others hated you for it. The boys, however…

It’s been years since then. You’re twenty-four and things still haven’t changed. You can’t even walk to the fucking shop to buy some milk without being ogled. Sabrina’s voice blares in your mind, though. You know what she’d say.

‘It’s your own fault for dressing like a slag.’

She hasn’t even actually said it, but you’ve managed to make yourself angry with her. You know her too well. She calls you a slag any chance she gets, rarely having anything actually nice to say about you. The woman behind the counter eyes you up as you bring a 3 litre bottle of milk and 1kg box of cereal to the counter.

You walk away to find something to treat yourself too for your hard effort.

You grab a bottle of red wine and a gossip magazine, placing them down next to the other things. How you’re going to sneak these into your room, you have no idea, but you don’t regret it. You feel a twinge of guilt as the cashier reads out the total, but not enough to put them back.

She puts them in two separate bags for you, and her expression seems to soften from earlier when you say goodbye with a kind, warm smile. You exit the store, spotting your nana on her mobility scooter about to head back inside.

“Nana!” you shout, walking as quickly as you can in your heels to where she is.

“I’ll be the only one without—” a young voice speaks before cutting off abruptly.

“Ah!” you shout as a smaller figure bumps into you in your hurry. “Hey, watch where you’re— Oh.” you look down and see a young boy, a few years younger than Danny looking up at you.

“Careful, sweetheart.” a man behind him speaks, though you aren’t quite sure if he’s talking to you or the boy. You pause for a beat too long when you realise who he is. It’s the man from the balcony, earlier.

“Sorry, babe. Give me a minute, alright?” you smile at the boy before rushing over to your nana. You hope they wait for you so that you can apologise properly. Your nana beams as you approach, her smile only becoming wider as she notices what you haven’t.

You’ve been followed.

“If you sneak these inside, I’ll split the wine wi’h ya.” you tell her. Your nana’s eyes narrow, but she takes the bag from you and puts it in the basket of her scooter. She puts her own shopping back on top of it, winking at you before she rotates to go inside.

“You are a bad influence, Baby.” she smiles before disappearing.

“’s that your name?” you turn around in surprise at the sound of the deep, yet soothing voice. “’Baby?’” he asks.

“To some, yeah.” you smile. “Sorry little fella, wasn’t looking where I was going.” you look down at the young boy who you can tell is his son. He’s his carbon copy, they’ll be twins when he grows up, you’re sure.

“S’okay…” he says, shyly.

You smile, turning to head inside. You’re stopped, once again, by that hypnotic, low baritone.

“Did you know this place was a restaurant before you moved in?” he asks you. You turn around, looking at your new home again and nodding in understanding. You didn’t, but looking at it now, it makes sense.

You hadn’t expected small talk. The stare he was giving you from the balcony is wholly different to the one he’s giving you now. Is he nervous? The emerald eyes piercing you from the balcony earlier were the eyes of a predator. Maybe he’s thrown off because his son is with him.

He’s probably married.

Your eyes flit down to his left hand to see if you can see a ring or a tan line. But he’s a step ahead of you, it seems, when you realise his hand is in his pocket.

“Dad,” the boy speaks. He looks fed up, like he’s ready to go home and kick off his shoes after a long day at school. “If you’re going to ask her out, can you just do it and stop embarrassing me?”

It makes you laugh. There’s such a grumpy look on his face. Your brother used to be the same, but you loved him anyway. So moody and grouchy and tired of everyone around him. But never you, he was always a ray of sunshine when his favourite sister was around. You thought it would wear off when he got a little older, though. But he’s sixteen now and he still adores you.

After how much shit Sabrina talks when you aren’t around, though, you can’t figure out why.

“Are you not married?” you ask, boldly. He shakes his head.

“I was.” he says. It’s enough without saying much at all, so you decide not to pry. “Thank you for embarrassing me, Megumi.”

You smile at Megumi again, amused by him and his pouty little face. His dad is sweet with him, too. You feel your heart swell as you watch him ruffle his son’s hair. He moves his head to the side, desperate to get away from his dad’s attempt to mess up his hair.

“So you’re Megumi,” you start, eyes moving to look elsewhere. “What’s his daddy called?” you ask him.

He chuckles, a shallow laugh leaving his lungs as he listens to you. “Toji.” he says, simply. “And you’re ‘Baby’.”

“No,” you shake your head. “Only people I like call me Baby. Maybe I’ll tell you my name if you ask me on that date.” you tell him, and he smirks again.

“Alright.” he nods. “Are you free Wednesday night? I’ll take you to dinner.”

“… Dad.”

Toji shushes his son as he watches you eagerly, attempting to decipher your expression as you think. A feeling of anxiety rushes through him as he watches you pull a face he can only assume is disgust. He’s never felt so nervous before, but he doesn’t know why. He’s completely off his game, his son being present is definitely hindering his capabilities to charm you.

You pull out your phone, quickly opening the calendar app to check the date on Wednesday. Megumi rolls his eyes at his father’s silencing. You look at his son, and then back to him.

“Wednesday? Are you sure?” you ask.

“Of course.” he nods, practically puffing his chest out to show his confidence.

You smile widely, looking down at Megumi in amusement as the young boy shakes his head. And then, you nod too, agreeing to a date on Wednesday. He releases a heavy exhale, definitely a sigh of relief. Though there’s still a cocky smile on his face, satisfied that he got to look cool in front of his son.

“Have you got a pen?” you ask them both. Megumi shucks off his backpack and fishes out a pencil case to hand you a pen. You take the receipt from your shopping bag and write your phone number on it effortlessly. Toji holds out his hand to take it, but you give it to Megumi instead. “Whatever you were asking your dad for before I bumped into you, don’t give him this ‘til you get it, alright?” you giggle as Megumi shoves it deep into his bag.

He nods, happily, putting everything away and then putting his backpack on excitedly.

“You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t ya?” Toji asks, and you nod.

“I’m not cheap, either.” you warn him.

“There you are! How long does it take to go to the bloody shop?” Sabrina yells at you. You hold your eyes shut as embarrassment courses through you, getting shouted at like she’s your mother is definitely doing damage to your own cool exterior. She audibly groans when she sees what you’re doing, shouting louder to draw you away. “You’ve been here five minutes and you’re already getting chatted up, unbelievable. Danny is starving so you’ll have to stop being a slag for five minutes.”

“Sorry,” you apologise to Toji and his son before turning to follow Sabrina indoors. “See you Wednesday. You’re so romantic.” you wink, leaving them alone as you shut the door behind you.

Toji chuckles when he can hear your sister screaming at you for buying a 3 litre bottle of milk and the biggest box of cereal you could find. He puts his arm around Megumi’s shoulders just as she starts to shout at you about the fact you don’t even have the receipt.

“Dad.” Megumi speaks up again for the first time since he was shushed.

“Yeah, kid?” he looks down at his son as they walk in tandem.

“You know it’s Valentine’s Day on Wednesday, don’t you?”

Toji stops in his tracks while Megumi carries on walking. He looks back at your house and then at his son, who has now turned to face him with yet another of his unimpressed expressions.

He pulls out his phone, and it reminds him of when you did the very same thing. You even asked him if he was sure about the day. How could he be so stupid? And of course, as always, his son is absolutely right.

It all makes sense, now.

He’s so romantic.

“Fuck.”

It’s tomorrow.

Tomorrow you’re going on your date with Toji. You wonder how long it took him to realise that it’s Valentine’s Day. Thinking about it still makes you laugh. His little boy tried to warn him, the look on his face keeps making the apples of your cheeks swell.

Your nana has noticed the constant smile on your face, too. She’s been holding your wine hostage until you got a moment to yourselves. If there’s something about your nana, it’s that she loves to gossip. And she wants to know all the details on what’s got you so giddy.

“Where’s ‘Brina?” you ask, stepping out into the garden with a blanket around your shoulders.

The February air has a nasty bite in it. It hasn’t stopped you from wearing skimpy clothes, of course, but it’s hard to ignore when you’re sitting in the back garden for the sake of it. Your nana is all bundled up, too, though she gestures for you to throw a match in the firepit.

And you do, without hesitation.

You’d do anything for her.

“Work. Your mum is at work. Saphire and Danny are at the youth centre. Did you bring the wine glasses?” she asks. You hold them up with a cheeky smile, and she claps happily. “Good girl, now, spill.”

“Give me the wine, first.” you tell her. She hands it over and you twist off the lid with some struggle. But soon enough, you’re filling the two glasses with as much of the cherry-coloured liquid as they can hold.

You’ve been checking your phone non-stop since you gave your number away to Megumi. He must still be haggling with his dad. You wonder what he’d wanted in the first place. A new game or something, maybe.

You told him you aren’t cheap.

You thought it would be a good incentive to get his son what he wanted.

“He was so handsome. Looks closer to my age than yours, though. Should’ve give him my number instead.” your nana tells you as she reaches for her glass. You laugh but shake your head. “How old’s he, love?”

“Dunno, definitely closer to my age though, sorry nana.” you giggle. “I know nowt about him, I’ll find out tomorrow. He’s fit though, I know that much.”

“You sure he’s not married? He’s got a little boy, you might end up his step-mum.” she teases you, but you scoff at that.

“It’s one date, nana.” you roll your eyes.

You hadn’t really thought that far ahead. And why would you? Because it really is just one date. It’s just a bit of fun, and on Valentine’s Day at that. You’d expected to spend it alone, maybe doing something with your family, but you’ve actually bagged yourself a date.

You’re not meeting up with him to discuss marriage or adopting his son.

“I’ve got nowt to wear and I’m skint.” you tell her.

“Here,” she fishes her purse out of her basket and hands you £40. “Have a look at that market in the village, I’m sure there’s something nice. Saph said it’s a thrift shop.”

“I’d rather go into the city, nana. Not trusting Saph’s fashion sense.”

“You, Baby, are a gorgeous girl. You could make a bin bag look like vintage designer. Don’t waste money on a taxi into town, just have a look tomorrow.” she finishes her wine and shakes her glass, demanding a top up.

Just as you screw off the lid, you hear the doorbell ring. You both look at each other, suspicious as to who or what would be waiting for you at the door. Your eyes widen and a curious pout forms on your face as you walk back inside with your fist wrapped around the neck of the bottle you’re holding.

Your nana isn’t far behind, either.

You open the door slowly, peeping through the crack before you open it fully. Your heart is racing when you see Megumi outside, alone, an assortment of gifts in his hands.

“Hi Megumi! What are you doing here?” you smile.

“My dad wanted me to bring you this stuff.” he tells you, handing you a comically large stuffed bear and an expensive looking shopping bag. “’n he wants to know if you’ll be able to meet him at the bar tomorrow because he might be late.”

“Um, yeah, that’s fine. Tell him thank you for the presents.” you tell him as you take them from him. “Tell ‘im I’ll be there at 8ish. Wait where is he? Do you need someone to walk you home?”

“I’m twelve, not two.” he rolls his eyes. “He’s just up there anyway. Bye.”

You shut the door as you watch him walk up the stairs to The Attic nightclub, making sure he gets inside safely before looking through the shopping bag. You sit the giant bear down beside you on the couch before sitting down yourself.

“What a gent.” your nana comments. She starts looking through the bag while you read the card you retrieved from inside.

Was gonna give you these tomorrow, but didn’t think you’d wanna carry the bear around on our date. Happy Valentine’s, Baby. —Toji

“Baby, look at this.” your nana tells you, handing you a jewellery box.

You open it to see a necklace with your nickname inside. It looks expensive. It looks real. What kind of a man is Toji, anyway? This couldn’t have been easy to get his hands on in just a few days. A custom-made gold necklace for a woman he just met days earlier. You can’t believe what you’re looking at, it’s probably worth more than everything you own combined. More than your house. And he got it for you before you’ve even been on a date with him.

He's the type of man who can get his hands on something like this.

“What does he do, Baby?” she asks you, and you shrug.

“I was wondering that myself…” you mutter, pulling the bag closer to yourself to see a heart shaped box full of chocolates as well as a single red rose. Your favourites. “Liking him more and more by the minute, though.” you smirk.

In the end, you didn’t end up getting anything new to wear. Sapphire surprisingly picked out a dress from your wardrobe that you’d forgotten all about. Maybe her fashion sense isn’t God awful when she’s looking at someone else’s clothes.

Sabrina had been surprisingly quiet while you were getting ready. You’d expected her to give you an earful about being a slag again and not to stay out too late. But no, not a word. You snuck out before she could change her mind, though, only saying goodbye to your nana as you left.

Instantly, you were lost. You’d been so preoccupied with unpacking and doing housework under the command of your sister that you’d barely been out to get a feel for the place. The village is small, but it’s dark. You haven’t been to the bar you’d agreed to meet at, yet, so you had no idea where you were going.

You were embarrassed by how many times you had to stop and ask for directions on your way there. Though through your investigation you discovered that everyone refers to the bar as The Cats Tail, not that you knew why until you got there.

You hadn’t expected to find a lake in the middle of the village with docking leading in different directions. Your heels make the wood creak with each step you take as you decide where to go. There’s a pub in one direction, and a fairly large boat docked in the other. He’d said it was a bar, but maybe Toji actually meant to invite you to the pub. You turn to walk away, but stop when you see water begin to slosh around the boat as someone boards it. There are plants in the water that catch your eye.

Cattails.

You head towards the opposite side of the boat. And it’s only then that you see the bright party lights and loud music that you’d assumed were coming from the pub.

A few heads turn when you walk inside, but you pay them no mind. Instead, you look around for an empty table or at least a chair to sit in. You yelp as you feel a hand hold the small of your back.

“Did you just get here?” Toji asks, checking his watch. “I’ve been worried you’ve been waiting ages for me.”

“Got lost, didn’t I?” you smile. You look around and notice a visible change in the atmosphere, now. A few people getting up to move or sit on the decking outside. Toji seizes the opportunity to lead you to a table that has opened up. “What were you doing?” you wonder.

“Just work stuff.” he smiles, looking around casually.

You hadn’t noticed the dark diamond shaped scar stabbing through his lips until now. Your eyes almost flicker shut, but you smile instead before he turns around to signal one of the barmaids over.

“Dunno what makes you think you’re so special that you can’t get up and order like everyone else, love.” her voice has you looking up instantly. The fucking familiar and callous tone makes your skin chill. “What are you doing here?”

“Sabrina, are you joking? No wonder you haven’t been having a go at me all night, I didn’t know you were at work!” you raise your voice. “I didn’t know this is where you worked, either.”

“Yeah, well not all of us are getting gold necklaces handed out, are we?” she sighs, looking at your date with a suspicious glare. “You’re old enough to be her dad. What do you want wi’h her?”

“Can we just go somewhere else? She’s always rude like this, sorry. I didn’t—”

“Whatever you want, darlin’.” he nods in agreement. He smiles at your sister while she continues staring daggers at him. You don’t notice his smile fade to a look more sinister as you walk out from under your table and towards the exit. “I think I’d have been around ten if I was her dad, by the way. ‘m not that much older. Goodnight, Sabrina.”

He just laughs as you walk to the next destination; your repeated apologies are adorable. It’s not like it’s your fault your sister is a raging bitch. You both know that. But still, you’re embarrassed and you’re sorry. It isn’t exactly the best start to a date to have your sister show up and be rude.

You find yourself back where you started.

Your house.

You sigh, a little upset, that he seems to want to cut the date short. But instead of walking to your door, he leads you in the opposite direction. You’re climbing the stairs up to The Attic.

You haven’t been yet, but you’ve been excited to look inside. Every single penny you got when you lived in the city was saved up to waste at your favourite nightclub. Not that you ever made your own money, not with your mum subsidising your entire existence, much to your sister’s chagrin. But, still, getting away with the lifestyle that you’ve lived for so long is pretty impressive.

The lighting when you enter is almost blinding. Neon pink and red lights flood the interior, and you can only assume the colour choice is intentional. The music is pounding, and you can’t help but take it all in. It’s cosy, but perfect. You hadn’t imagined a place like this being in the centre of such a quaint village.

Your eyebrows scrunch up again when you notice everyone’s demeanour change as you look around. Especially the staff. Toji tucks your hair behind your ears, and talks over the music.

“What do you want to drink?” he asks.

“Don’t mind, nothing cheap.” you remind him.

He winks, leaning over the bar. “Champagne on ice, we’ll be over there.” Toji yells above the bass, pointing over to the VIP section of the club. His palm splays across the small of your back as he guides you there. “You look beautiful, by the way. I’m glad you liked the necklace.” he tells you.

You notice yourself fiddling with it around your neck when he mentions it. So you stop, smiling to affirm his claim. You’re not given a chance to say much as a man brings over a bucket of champagne and two flutes over for you.

Toji holds out his hand to the barman, and you’re a little taken aback when he hands him a large kitchen knife. Toji’s features narrow as he holds the bottle of champagne in his other hand. You watch him, carefully, as he skilfully uses the knife to pop the cork from the bottle. He nods at the barman who takes the knife away and leaves you alone again.

You carry on observing him as he pours two glasses out for each of you.

“Why’s everyone so scared of you?” you ask, crossing one leg over the other as he hands you your drink.

Your eyes don’t leave him for a second as he gets comfortable, his legs spread wide and his elbows rest on the back of the couch his body is resting into. A lazy smirk plays on his face, dark scar pulling deliciously as he suppresses the urge to chuckle.

“It’s respect, not fear.” he tells you, sniffing a little before he takes a swig of his drink. “Your sister isn’t scared of me. You’re not scared of me. Are ya, darlin’?”

“Why do they respect you? What do you do?” you smirk, ignoring his question completely. Your eyes move to his free hand, his finger rapidly drawing a circle up towards the ceiling as he takes another drink.

“I’m their boss, sweetheart. This is mine.” he informs you. “I own the garage behind the pub, too. And a few other places but—”

“You’re rich, then.” you smirk. “Good to know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Means I’m never paying for a date if you ask me out again.” you smile, and he laughs. “Why didn’t you text me, though? Did you not get Megumi what he wanted?”

“He’s a nightmare. He wanted a new game all of his friends have got. Wasn’t gonna get him it, but I did straight away so I could get your number. But he’s still not given me it, been trying to extort me for more stuff. So, you’ll have to give it to me tonight.” he shakes his head, disappointed in himself for getting hustled by a twelve-year-old.

“See how tonight goes, yeah?” you wink. “If the little man isn’t giving you it…”

“You’re both ganging up on me? Unbelievable.” he tuts, but snickers thinking about how happy Megumi looked with all of the power you gave him with just a phone number. “Really, though. Did you like your presents?”

“Oh, yeah. You really are romantic. Planning our first date on Valentine’s Day of all days and getting me presents. I didn’t get anything for you, by the way. I was half expecting you to cancel.”

“Pfft, me? You said it yourself, had it all planned out. Thought you’d think it was romantic if I invited you out tonight, knew exactly what I was doing.” he lies, seamlessly. But it’s so charming, you can’t help but giggle. You pout, shaking your head in disapproval before laughing again. “No, don’t believe me?”

“Not at all.” you grin. “This necklace, though. It’s gorgeous, thank you.”

“The pleasure’s mine. Suits you, Baby.” he bites his lower lip when he finishes speaking, leaning forward in his seat. “You still haven’t told me your real name. Does that mean you’ll let me call you Baby? Do you like me, princess?”

You shuffle in your seat, changing which leg is crossed over which as you think about what you want to say next. He leans back into his seat yet again, and your breath hitches as he curls his finger at you, beckoning you closer to him.

You’re obedient.

You walk closer to him, and he looks up at you with so much attentiveness in his eyes. There’s a shallow grunt in his throat as he legs widen, your eyes rake over his large frame and you know what he wants. But you won’t give it to him, not right away.

He licks his lips as you sit down beside him, angling his body to look at you head on. You lean in close to him, nose almost touching and lips grazing as you tease him. He growls when he tries to kiss you and you pull away too quickly for him. All you can do is smile, gleefully, angling your lips to whisper your birth name into his ear.

“Hm… that is a beautiful name. But I think I prefer Baby.” he smiles. “How’d you get the nickname?” he wonders, and it’s genuine. There’s no flirtation in his voice and his eyes appear concentrated.

“It was my nana’s favourite auntie’s name, ‘n apparently I’m her double. I’m my nana’s favourite grandkid, too.” you explain.

“Bet you’re a lot of people’s favourite,” he smirks. “Will you let me call you Baby, whenever I want?”

You toy with the thin gold chain around your neck, nodding gratefully as you show off the name attached to it. “If you’ve got more like this up your sleeve, you can call me whatever you want.”

His eyes light up at that, his head tilting slightly as his eyes drift from your glossy lips to your necklace. You feel your breathing get deeper as he brushes your hair softly, pushing it so that it falls delicately behind your back. You don’t say a word as he teases you, his index finger gently tracing across your collarbone and towards your jawline. He smirks at the little hiccup you emit as his thumb toys with that fat of your lower lip.

“You are a goddess among mortals, Baby.” he tells you, the words almost drowned by the volume of the pulsing bass. You hadn’t realised how close he is to you, now. His scarred lips almost touching yours as he worships you through words. Your eyes are barely open as he begins to tease you how you had teased him moments prior. “You really know you’re worth, don’t ya? You’re worth more than every penny scraped together on this fucking planet.”

“Toji,” you speak, though it’s barely there. He lifts you with ease across his lap until you’re straddling him, rough hands rest so carefully in the curve of your hips, your dress riding up as his legs slowly spread. “M-My dress.” you panic, looking behind you to see if anyone is paying attention.

“It’s pretty,” he comments, his eyes that had been so fixated on yours drop to your thighs. He can’t help the way his breathing turns primal as he watches the material begin to bunch up. “I’d tear this off with my fuckin’ teeth, if you let me.” he explains, looking up at you again with the eyes of a predator.

“I’d make you get me a new one.” you smile.

“I’d buy you a hundred fucking dresses,” he continues. His gentle touch becomes greedy as his fingers find the globes of your ass and squeeze without care. You don’t even know when you’d began to roll your hips, you only realise as his jaw slowly falls open and his stare becomes heavy. “I know girls like you. But you’re so different, I can tell. You’re entitled to the fucking world and I wanna give it to ya.”

“Girls like me? What am I like, Toji?” you wonder, your movements slow as you prepare to be offended without any real right to be. He’s probably right, after all.

He bounces his legs until you fall forward, your lips ghost each other’s and you melt in his hold as you feel his teeth begin to tug at your jutting lower pout.

“You like money but you don’t wanna earn it,” he chuckles. “You like power but you don’t wanna work for it.”

“Yeah,” you smile, unable to disagree as you feel his bulge rut against your clothed cunt.

You succumb to your basic instincts as you slot your lips against his. Your public display is no doubt catching the attention of the other patrons, but you don’t care to be considerate anymore. You moan as his tongue finds yours and licks invasively. The bottom of your dress is almost around your waist, but you pull away before everyone can see your ass or the racy black though you’d opted to wear. You keen as you see your lips connected by a string of spit, but it breaks as he helps pull your dress back in place to preserve what’s left of your modesty.

“I wasn’t put on this planet to work hard, Toji,” you start. “I’m here to be gorgeous and find a man to do it for me.” you explain. He laughs loudly, at that, cupping your face to kiss you again. It’s softer, though, almost leaving you more breathless than the first.

“You are gorgeous, Baby, you ain’t wrong about that.” he affirms. “I wanna take you out again. I want to spoil you and treat you like a man never has before. Because I can give you exactly what you’re looking for.”

You smile, leaning in to kiss him again. Keeping control of yourself is a gargantuan task, he’s riled you up enough to want to jump him right here in front of everyone. But you manage to stop yourself from getting arrested for indecent exposure as you come back down to earth.

He is exactly what you’ve wanted your whole life.

A rich man to take care of you. A man to work hard and pay the bills while you do what you want whenever you want forever. It’s a dream. It’s got to be a dream. You’ve just met, it’s your first day. You’re sure he’s just telling you what you want to hear to get you into bed.

It’s a poisoned apple, so perfect and shiny. So red and juicy. You think it might just be worth the risk of a tragic ending.

“What’s the catch, Toji?” you wonder.

“None.” he assures you, though you still aren’t convinced. “I like you, Baby. Very much. I like that attitude of yours… I love how beautiful you are… Those lips of yours have got me achin’ over here.” he smirks.

“I don’t trust ya.” you admit, unable to contain your laughter. “Think it’s your eyes, very villainous. Same with this,” you tell him, gently caressing his scar with your thumb. “There’s just somethin’ not right about you. Practically proposin’ to me over here.”

He chuckles again but shakes his head. “Awe you’d be a perfect little wife f’me…” he says dreamily, his thumbs rubbing circles into your rear as he talks. “I’m just sayin’, I’d love to keep taking you out. I want to get to know you more. But ‘m just lettin’ you know that I can provide the life you want. Want it to be real though. If you aren’t feelin’ me or I’m not feelin’ you, we can just be friends. Yeah?”

“Oh you’re not feelin’ me now?” you ask, your voice playful and laced with laughter as he continues to tease and tickle your skin.

“I’m sure about you, but wouldn’t hurt to get to know you more. Especially for Megumi’s sake.” he reminds you. How could you forget that’s he’s a certified dilf? “That’s what dating’s for. The moment I set eyes on you, I knew I wanted to fuck. The dates are to find out if we’re gonna do anything other than that.”

“You just assumed we were gonna fuck tonight? ‘Cause you bought me some presents and said I’m gorgeous?”

“No, we could have just had some drinks and talked all night and I’d walk you home. But instead, you’re dry humping my hard-on and I can feel how wet you are.” he tells you, his voice and his stare are so serious it almost scares you. Not enough to stop, though. Not enough to push him away as he pulls you closer so that he can whisper in your ear. “So what I think is gonna happen, is that we’re gonna go to my office and fuck each other stupid over my desk. We can right now, or we can have a few drinks and keep talkin’ first.”

“I—”

“Mmm, you can come back to my place after we’re done so we can fuck again in the morning, or I can walk you home and we can plan our next date.” he continues, the confidence he’s exuding makes your heart race.

The depth of his voice has you soaking your panties more than you had thought possible, you can barely hear yourself think as you digest everything he’s said. But you can’t stop waiting with bated breath to hear what he’ll say next. It’s hypnotising, it’s addicting. Hearing that low, deep, drawl tell you exactly how he thinks the night will play out.

“Or maybe I’m wrong. Would you rather just sit and talk all night? I’ll be a perfect gentleman and get you home safe.” he smirks. “If I’ve offended you though, Baby… let me know. I’d be happy to walk you home and pretend none of this ever happened.”

“… Office. Now.” you tell him. He smirks and lifts you up as he stands, setting you down beside him. It dawns on you again how much taller he is than you, you’d been taller than him this whole time, you’d forgotten what a titan of a man he is. “Bring the bottle, too. I’ll stop at yours tonight if you can actually make me cum.” you tell him, picking up your glass as you sashay away from him in search of the office.

He picks up the bottle of champagne as well as his own glass before pulling a member of his staff to warn him that he is not to be disturbed for the rest of the evening.

His muscular presence is unmistakable as he catches up to you, eager to show you the way to his office. He’s right, you love the power that comes along with him. His large frame and the way everyone genuinely respects, and maybe even fears him, makes you giddy. You feel safe and secure by his side, and there’s nothing you’ve ever wanted more.

The office space is lavish, yet dark. The only light is bleeding in from the neon painting the dance floor as it bleeds in between the blinds. You look around despite seeing very little, your attention only breaking at the sound of the door locking.

“Still gonna fuck me here?” you ask, tapping your press on nails against the hardwood desk. He nods, closing the distance between you both without breaking eye contacting.

You gasp as he knocks everything from the desk, papers fly and objects clatter before you’re seamlessly lifted onto the desk. His lips attach to your skin in a frenzy of kisses as he places himself between your thighs, you hook your legs onto his hips as you allow yourself to truly sink into the pleasure of being with him.

He takes a firm grasp of your jaw as he makes out with you messily, tongues tangle and entwine all while you hum into his mouth. You panic and grab at the edge of the desk as he pulls you away from it, forcing you to stand up once again. Your knees almost knock together as he whispers in your ear.

“Turn around.”

You’re given barely enough room to breathe but manage to do as he asks. His lips find the nape of your neck before pearly white teeth meet the zipper of your dress. You can hardly believe what you’re seeing as he drops to his knees and yanks at the black material clinging to your body for dear life. You help him, though, more eager than ever to see what he’s capable of.

“Bend over for me.” he orders, spanking you for good measure.

Deft fingers hook into the waistband of your panties and pull down slowly. You shudder as the cold air hits your sodden flesh, all the while you’re none the wiser to his beguiled expression as he admires your most intimate skin.

He massages your ass as he spreads you open, moaning unashamedly as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. He’s mesmerised by the way your pretty pearl throbs with desperation, a desire to be played with.

“Fuck!” you gasp, feeling him bury his face between your folds from behind and go to town on your cunt. The way he’s slurps and devours your slippery slick makes you flush with heat. It’s humiliating but you’re too stimulated to feel it. He’s no better, leaking in his underwear like he hasn’t gotten laid in a lifetime.

You manage to reach behind you and lace your fingers through his hair as he wraps his lips around your clit, suckling like his life depends on it. Your legs are ready to give way when he licks along your slit to find your hole, tongue fucking you passionately before he replaces the sensation with two fingers.

“Ah! G-God, Toji! T-There! Right there!” you all but scream as he digs deeper and deeper to find the squishy spot buried in your cunt.

Without halting, he forces you to lift a leg on the desk to help him discover an entirely new angle. The combination of his tongue and fingers has you building up to fast approaching peak. Skin wrapped around your knuckles turns taut as you grip for dear life onto the lip of the desk, eyes cross each other as you begin your free fall into pleasure.

His deliverance doesn’t cease as he aims to wring the life out of your high and help you experience every ounce of heaven you can attain through him. You moan boisterously, screaming his name like a mantra and more thankful than ever that your ecstasy is muted in comparison to the music.

“Oh my God.” you breathe, starting to come down from the high. You feel him softly kiss your clit before littering your ass in kisses, rising slowly to angle your face backward enough to kiss you sloppily. “No one’s ever made me cum that hard before.” you confess, earning yourself another kiss from him.

His slick coated fingers find their way into your mouth and you accept it gratefully, humming around his digits as he undoes his belt and zipper with one hand. There’s a low rumble lingering in his breathing, hard breaths exposing a primal growl as he finally frees himself.

“And I’m not even done with you yet.” he explains.

He smears his dripping cockhead across your skin, the heavy mushroom tip immediately gives you a sense of foreboding as you wonder how he will possibly fit that inside of your tiny cunt.

“Already made you cum, so you’re staying the night at mine. Right?” he asks, slowly prodding at your entrance. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth so that you can answer, but his eyes fixate on the way your pussy is both trying to suck him in and keep him at bay. “I wanna cum inside, sweetheart. Are ya gonna let daddy fill you up?”

You find yourself nodding without really hearing him. And with that, he pushes inside of you with patience and care. It’s a beautiful sight to see how your pussy splits open to accommodate him, it’s almost enough to make him blow his load.

“You’re shakin’, darlin’.” he tells you, smoothing over your skin as he tries to soothe you. “Have you never been fucked properly, hm? Or is daddy’s cock too big for ya?”

“B-Both.” you admit, his low chuckle makes you clench around him like he belongs inside of you. You’ll never get fucked like this again, you’re sure of it. You just moved here, how did you get so lucky?

“Don’t usually fuck with older guys, huh?”

“S-Sometimes,” you respond. He yanks your body upright so that your back is flush against his chest. You tilt your head away from him so that he can kiss your neck, your fingertips rest uselessly on the desk as you try to keep yourself stable. “H-Harder. Daddy harder.” you request.

He fucks into you relentlessly, spurred on by the sounds of gorgeous moans falling from between your lips. You’re clenching around him again like a vice, he’s sure you’re close yet again. And he’s eager to feel how hard you’ll choke his cock when you finish around him.

He lifts your leg up, holding it in his hooked arm as he rails you mercilessly. You’re louder, now, encouraging him to fuck you harder and harder. Deeper and fucking deeper. It’s brutal. You don’t think your heart has ever beat so fast and you sure as shit haven’t been pounded like this in your entire life.

“Your cunt is so wet. Kitty’s fuckin’ purring for me.” he tells you, the heat of embarrassment surges through you once more. You think you might actually pass out if something doesn’t give. But instead of slowing down, he’s only spurred on to toy with you more.

He quickly swipes three fingers over your swollen clit. Your head lolls back onto his shoulder as you succumb to the pleasure pulsing through you yet again.

“Want you to make a mess for me, Baby.” he tells you, his voice beginning to break and waver as he climbs a mountain of his own bliss. “Want you to let go and cum with me, I’m gonna breed this little pussy and make you cum all over me. Go on, princess. Cum.”

You don’t even know what he’s talking about until you’re overcome with an urge to piss.

“T-Toji!” you panic. You want to tell him to stop as you look down, not wanting to pee all over your dress before you leave. But instead, you’re enraptured by the sight of your stomach. “Fuck, Toji, I s-see you.” you tell him.

He rests his chin in the crook of your neck, enthralled by the vision of his cock making your stomach bulge.

“Would you look at that? No wonder you’re gonna squirt for me. C’mon, Baby. Show me how a good girl cums for daddy,” he presses down on your stomach as he finishes speaking, and it’s enough to make you unravel.

The urge to pee subsides as your cunt begins to gush clear liquid like a waterfall. You had no idea you were capable of squirting or that it was even real. You’d always figured it was just a porn thing.

But here you are, doing it without even trying with him.

Because of him.

“Ohhhh there she is,” he coos, rubbing his fingers over your clit again to ride out your orgasm and make an even bigger mess than you were already. “Pretty pussy, daddy’s pretty pussy.” he groans, fucking you harder to get himself off.

He squeezes every inch of your body, using you like a fucktoy in a bid to chase his own high. “’m cummin’ fuck.” he grunts, thrusts becoming stronger as he fucks his cum deep into your womb. You both pant as he collapses forwards on top of you, your body sandwiched between his and the desk.

And still, he continues to rut his hips deeply into you, making sure every last drop is milked into your gorgeous cunt.

His new addiction.

He kisses your skin sweetly in contrast to the brutal fucking you’ve just received. You can’t help but look at him with love in your eyes, though, thankful that you’ve ever gotten to experience how truly incredible sex could be.

You want him again.

You want him bad.

You want him forever.

He moves away from you, stumbling backwards as he pulls his trousers back up, buckling his belt and fastening his zipper. He smirks as he watches you struggle to stand upright, not wanting his cum to dribble down your legs as you find your panties and put your dress back on.

You turn around slowly, watching as he gets closer to you and sits you down on the desk.

“Wanna see,” he tells you, forcing your legs apart until your pussy opens. He keeps you on the edge of the desk so he can watch his cum ooze out and drip down on the floor.

There’s so much, thick, copious amounts of cream that are bound to have gotten you pregnant if you weren’t on birth control. It’s potent and warm and felt like an injection of love when you felt it pumping inside of you. And now it’s slipping away, becoming a stain on the floor of his office.

As less trickles out of you, he finds your dress and helps you into it.

“You’re not getting’ these back.” he smirks as he twirls your panties on his finger before pocketing them. “Daddy’s little keepsake, yeah?”

You bite your lip and nod, standing back on the ground and avoiding the splotches of cum decorating the floor and the paperwork he’d discarded earlier. You reach up to cup his face with one hand, kissing him passionately before pulling away.

“Then you better buy me some more.” you whisper.

“Whatever you want.” he winks. “We’re doing that again when you come over, but let’s finish the champagne first.”

You can definitely think of worse ways to spend Valentine's Day.

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