Trigger Finger Ready and Got Nowhere To Run To
Did you ever imagine your boyfriend would offer up your body to solve a yakuza dispute? No, but you aren't surprised.
â§Ë*°࿠: 18+ only, no minors.  â§. â âyakuza!ryomen sukuna x f!reader x yakuza!toji fushiguro
Genre: filthy filthy porn with a plot
Notes:Â biggest happy bday to the dilf of dilfs (and my husband of husbands), toji!! (++ sukuna bc they r both beefy n hot :3)
Warnings: 18+, dub/noncon, mentions of violence/murder, toxic!relationship, free use âĄ, manipulation, jealousy, fem!Uraume, degradation âĄ, praise, no prep, oral fixation âĄ, size!kink, daddy!kink, choking (hands + belt), slight breathplay, exhibitionism, spanking, dacryphilia âĄ, dumbification, creampie(s), calls your pussy âshe/herâ, slight cucking, oral (m+f receiving), restraints, fingering âĄ, pussy spanks, squirting âĄ, multiple orgasms, double penetration!(one hole), brief anal mentioning, breeding âĄ, belly bulge âĄ, pet names (princess, brat, good girl, sweetheart).
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Youâre numb.
Only mentally, numb, to the word which you willingly leapt into. A world with bloodied rivers and bodies piled to the height of the highest mountains. None of it bothers you, not anymore.
Talks of murder and dismemberment barely reach your ears as you flip through the pages of your magazine. You arenât sure why Sukuna insisted that you be here. He likes to show you off, you suppose. He likes to flaunt what he possesses, and his men never will.
âHow much longer?â you whisper, eyes scanning the pages on the gossip mag in your hands. Youâd rather be reading a copy of Vogue, but one of Sukunaâs idiotic subordinates picked up the wrong magazine in a hurry.
Actually⌠You havenât seen him since.
âWhat have I told you?â your lover whispers back, he leans over to you. His head turns away from looking at the men in the room as the meeting goes on. But their boss sharing his attention with you rather than the subject at hand earns a few nosy onlookers watching you converse. âBe a brat in private, not here.â
You sigh, crossing one leg over the other as you carry on reading. Sukunaâs hand rests on your thigh before he scowls at the men whoâd dare to look at him with an emotion other than fear in their eyes.
He stands up, staring down silently at everyone in the room. It even manages to get your attention. The dread heâs able to instill into his subordinates is more than just impressive to you. Itâs exhilirating. Sukuna is a king, and not just to you. To his little brother sitting nearby as the meeting continues. To the subordinates he trusts and who hang on his every solitary breath. And to the public.
People know who you are, now.
Youâre Sukunaâs girl.
You were nothing, until him.
He was quite fond of your big mouth and downright horrible attitude when you met. He liked that you didnât know who he was, and you didnât hold back when he accidentally bumped into you while shopping. You were wearing a white sundress that hugged every inch of your body, and the coffee in your hand turned the material murky and hideous.
The men surrounding him and ready to silence you for good werenât even registered in your mind. You didnât even notice they were there until the friend you were shopping with told you to shut up.
You insulted him, sure. But Sukuna was barely listening. He was too drawn to the way the liquid made your already tight dress cling and stick in all of the right places. Your decision to go braless became painfully obvious to anyone whoâd dare let their eyeline drop to your chest.
He dismissed his men, earning a sigh of relief from you and your friend. You watched him carefully as he pulled out his wallet.
âI ruined your dress, huh? Let me buy you a new one, and a new coffee.â he told you. Your eyes bulged as you saw the fat wad of cash in his hand. He smirked, watching your hand hesitate back and forth as you were unsure whether to accept it.
Before him, you werenât wealthy.
The opposite, really.
You were barely making ends meet and every penny you had was spent on living essentials and rent. The money he offered you was enough for more than that. He was handing you the option to live a little. But before you could take it, before you could fully grasp the bank notes in his hand, he flicked his wrist away.
âI want your number for the pleasure of this expensive meeting.â he grinned.
In hindsight, it was incredibly stupid to accept money from a yakuza man. It seemed like too good of an offer to turn down, though.
For the pleasure of knowing Sukuna and that chance meeting, there have been ups and downs. Everything you knew before Sukuna is your old life. You canât remember the last time you saw those friends you had. You havenât been back to your old apartment in over a year, though you know Sukuna still pays the rent on it.
Itâs used for some kind of illegal activities, youâre sure. You donât know why else heâd still pay for it otherwise.
Your old clothes werenât good enough for you anymore. Thatâs how Sukuna felt. And with each extortionate purchase he made, you began to agree. You can no longer bear the thought of wearing some cheap, discounted item like you used to. Your entire wardrobe is designer, and youâre like a new woman.
If anyone from your past could see you now, they wouldnât recognise you.
You donât care, though. Youâve been poor and youâve been miserable. What Sukuna gave you that day wasnât just money, it was an opportunity to cast the old you aside. Youâre glamorous, youâre taken care of.
But most importantly, youâre loved.
Youâre an object, a doll for him to play with.
But he loves you.
Itâs apparent in the way you are in private together. He can be so many things in so many ways. But you know that you are more loved by him than youâve ever been in any other relationship. He loves you more than friends and family combined.
To Sukuna, youâre everything.
âListen. Up.â he starts. You know he doesnât mean you. He wouldnât mind if you kept your nose buried in your tacky magazine for the entire day. And yet, you find yourself closing it and putting it down on the desk in front of you. Your sole focus is on him. âMy wife and I have better things to be doing than sitting here listening to this shit. Figure out this territorial dispute, today, or Iâm going to lose my patience.â
His wife.
Everyoneâs eyes fall on you when he refers to you as such, and it takes every ounce of concentration and sheer will power to stop yourself from smiling. Your face remains straight and composed, but there are two men who know you enough to see through the façade.
Sukuna, and his brother.
The elder of the two looks down at you, only because he loves to see you squirm because of him. And heâs proud of you, oh so proud that you are well behaved and know that you should appear as strict as he is.
Yuuji, however, has to turn away so no one can see how much he wants to laugh. Heâs always liked you; he likes that his brother likes you and he likes how nice you are when you warm up to people. People like him. Heâs gotten to know you through being his brotherâs second in command. If Sukuna canât be by your side, Yuuji will be.
And he thinks itâs cute, really, how much you love his big brother. The big brother that most would see as nought more than a terrifying monster. A murderer and a fiend who can so easily ruin lives just because he feels like it.
Yuuji thinks itâs downright adorable.
Heâs snapped out of his thoughts when his big brother whistles. He watches as you hurriedly stuff your magazine back into your handbag and follow him to the exit. Yuuji follows, too, after his brother gives him a commanding look.
âYou shouldnât lie.â you mutter, leaving the room and walking by Sukunaâs side as Yuuji trails behind you both. Sukuna turns his head sideways so he can look down at you. His tattooed hands remain in his pants pockets as you approach the exit of the building. You keep looking forwards, though. And he smirks.
Itâs a cute little pout he recognises.
âYou are my wife.â he tells you. âDonât be a brat because I havenât proposed, how droll.â
You scoff, finally looking at him, your full glossy lips seem to pout even harder when you actually face him.
âYou know what happens when you get married for real, princess?â he asks. And you scoff, again, because you know what heâs going to say. He says the same thing every time you have this truly trite conversation. âBoring sex. And then, none at all. And I know you canât live without this cock in you for too long.â
âYouâre disgusââ
âSpeaking of which,â he stops walking and turns to face you. It makes you laugh every time he talks about how boring your sex life would be if you got married. You arenât sure how true it is, but it amuses you, nonetheless. He gets his wallet from his inner breast pocket and withdraws his credit card, handing it to you with a wide smile on his face. âThatâs what you get when youâre a good girl. Thank you.â he grabs the crown of your head with a large palm and plants a sweet kiss on your forehead.
âI thought we were talking about sex, not money.â you speak, and he smiles. âWhich do you think I prefer?â
âWith me, sex. In general, money.â he tells you, and you suppose heâs right. âBut with money, you can buy things for sex. Unless you want to be a brat, I can take back the card. Otherwise, buy a pretty set for daddy to fuck you in.â
He loves how your demeanour changes at the use of your favourite name for him when youâre alone. Yuuji is here, yes, but he knows the intricacies of your relationship so thereâs no need to be concerned.
âTheeeere she is, daddyâs good girl.â he approaches you; his hand settles on your waist. A simple cue for Yuuji to know he doesnât want to be here. He walks on ahead; and you both watch him walk by before focusing on each other again. He backs you up until your shoulder blades rest against the wall. You tilt your head to kiss him, but he pulls his head back to tease you. âWhy arenât you always a good girl for me?â he wonders.
You allow your head to loll back against the wall with a gentle thud. He watches you, intently, wondering whatâs going on in that pretty head of yours. His eyes drop as your right hand gently traces over his crisp black dress shirt until you find his tie.
And you tug.
His body cages you in and you will never get over what a behemoth of a man he is. Heâs so intimidatingly large. Youâre like a little mouse about to be devoured by a viper. And yet, somehow, youâre in control. He gasps, albeit quietly, but there is pleasure behind it as you pull him closer.
âYouâd be so bored if I was always good, daddy. And you fuck me better when Iâm a brat for you.â you tell him, voice filled with lust as your sultry tones reach his ears. His cock twitches at your words, although heâs tired of you having the upper hand. One hand grabs your jaw, and you know if he wanted to, he could break it with ease. But you smile, willingly.
If you are to die, it would be an honour by his hand.
He kills you with a kiss, instead. Your thoughts dissipate as you allow your lips to lock and teeth to clash as you needily make out. His body presses into yours, uncaring for the place or potential audience that could find you at any moment. A soft, needy moan slips by your lips as you feel his hardening bulge grind between your legs. It makes him smile, smugly and proud as he steals continuous little noises from you.
âYou only keep your fucking mouth shut when youâre getting this dick.â he comments, his tongue licks against yours before he suffocates your desperately mewling with heated kisses once again. He pulls away, whispering in your ear. âYouâre nice ân wet for daddy, yeah? Want my cock, baby?â
âMhmmâŚâ you nod, raising your leg to rest on his hip. His fingers squeeze into the flesh of your thigh as he helps it settle in place. His kisses are barely there anymore. Soft pecks as he gradually pulls away until youâre whimpering and begging for more. âPlease, daddy⌠please.â
âAwe,â he gives you one final kiss before looking over his shoulder to see some of the higher ranked members of his organisation approach. He pulls away, leaving you completely breathless. âBrats donât decide when their holes get used. Their daddyâs do.â he reminds you.
Youâre left panting with your hand on your chest as he walks away. He looks over his shoulder at you before giving you a self-satisfied smirk as he waves at you.
âKeep your cunt wet for daddy.â he tells you.
You scoff, fleeing the scene quickly as the humiliation of his words surges through you. The lack of respect and discretion should make you furious. And honestly, it does. But that feeling of anger and fury is overridden with pure, unadulterated lust.
âHey, are you ready to go?â Yuuji asks as you walk through the double doors and out into the blaring summer sun. The heat is unbearable, you���re sure the sidewalk would steam if you poured water onto it. âAre you okay? Thirsty? Can I carry your jacket?â Yuuji wonders. And you nod.
âThanks, Yuu.â you smile, taking off your coat for him to hold for you. âYouâre taking care of me again, I guess.â you sigh, but try to remain optimistic. You both know youâd rather Sukuna be the one taking you shopping, but you donât hate spending time with his brother.
âWhat are we shopping for today?â he asks, opening the door to his car for you to climb into. He puts your coat in the back and rushes around to driverâs seat. âYou can go crazy since he wonât be there to stop you.â he winks. You giggle a little as he buckles himself in and starts the car. âOh, he wanted you to get some lingerie, right?â
You go quiet, looking down at your hands as you nod quickly. Itâs almost unnoticeable, but Yuuji knows. He starts driving to a boutique he knows you like, smiling to himself. Youâre so brazen and loud most of the time. You can be so confident and fearless.
But he thinks itâs sweet that you get so shy about things like this.
âIâm not judging you, yâknow.â he tells you, looking to the side to see if youâre listening. You raise your head to look at him, the slight anxiety you feel slowly leaves your body the longer you look at him. âYouâre a good friend to me. Iâm happy Sukuna met you, otherwise I wouldnât know you.â
âYuujiâŚâ you respond, you canât stop yourself from smiling as you hear his sweet words. It makes him laugh, though. Heâs happy he managed to break you out of your nervous sulk. âI wonder sometimes⌠if Iâm crazy.â
âYou are.â he tells you. You lightly slap his arm, âHey, Iâm driving!â he laughs. âYou have some kind of arrangement with my brother, right? That doesnât matter. You love him, donât you? I know he loves you too. Heâs told me enough, and I can see it in his eyes. Youâre crazy, but he is too.â
An arrangement.
Youâre happy itâs a secret, even to Yuuji. If anyone from your past life knew what you agreed to with Sukuna, theyâd be ashamed. You figure anyone would be, really. But you donât care. Yuuji is right.
Sukuna is crazy.
But so are you.
âThanks, Yuuji.â you smile, weakly. âYouâre a good friend to me, too.â
Sukuna is possessive, heâs greedy.
But what Sukuna doesnât know wonât hurt him. You model a few lingerie sets to his little brother. And Yuuji, of course, is a perfect gentleman about it. His eyes rake over your body, though you can detect a lack of lust in him. Thereâs another woman on his mind that you know to be the reason. Heâs a lovesick puppy, and you are off limits. He isnât stupid, but heâs happy to help you shop.
Sukuna should be the one here with you now, anyway. He should be the one watching you try on panties and bras and pretty baby dolls. And yet, heâs sent you away to give himself some peace while he works on whatever the hell it is he does all day. Threatening and being a general bastard to the city at large.
If he were here, you know youâd be getting fucked within an inch of your life in every pretty ensemble you try on.
âYuuji, what is your brother doing today?â you ask him, pouting a little. It feels humiliating to have to ask. You should know where your boyfriend is and who heâs with. Even Yuuji looks taken aback. Does Sukuna often keep you in the dark? Itâs not like what he does for a living is some big secret.
â⌠Thereâs a huge territorial dispute right nowâŚâ he starts, looking at the store clerks and urging them to walk away if they know whatâs good for them. They do, giving you two the space to talk. âHe and the other higher ups are having a follow up meeting to decide what to do.â
You huff and start to undress as you head back into the changing room.
âUraume?â you wonder, already knowing the answer. âIs she there?â
âWell, sheâs Sukunaâs right hand. After me, obviously.â he tells you, and it only earns another huff of annoyance from you.
You know what Sukuna will want is for you to pick a pretty lingerie set to wear under your clothes all day until he gets home. Youâre not doing that, though, not now. Not when you know heâs with her. Heâs lucky youâre even still buying any in the first place. Yuuji watches you as you tell the staff to ring you up, a look almost akin to sorrow lingering in his soft brown eyes.
âNothing is going on between them, yâknow.â he tries to assure you. All you can do is scoff. The notion of remaining silent dies as you begin to think about how many positions heâs probably fucking her in while you run around and play the role of the oblivious wife.
A wife without a ring, at that.
âNo offence Yuuji, Iâm not exactly going to take your word for it. Heâs your brother.â you sigh. He grabs the shopping bags for you once you pay the extortionate price. Sukuna had told you to get a set, not several. But you think itâs the least you deserve after finding out heâs with Uraume instead of you. âI want some new jewellery, letâs go.â
You hold the door open for Yuuji before you walk side by side towards the nearest jewellery store. Sukunaâs feelings are the least of your concern, whether heâs frustrated with your purchases or not doesnât matter to you. Not right now. Youâre hellbent on giving his credit card a workout before you go home.
The air conditioning hits you as you enter. Yuuji finds a seat as you begin to browse, dumping your shopping bags by his feet. He keeps a watchful eye on you as youâre shown around at some pieces you might like. A necklace is calling your name, but new earrings would be nice, too. But with the way youâre feeling, you might just leave with everything that you take even the vaguest of interest in.
You hear Yuujiâs phone ring behind you, and it forces you to look at him expectantly. Itâs embarrassing, really, how badly youâre hoping itâs Sukuna to ask for your location so he can be here with you. But his younger sibling shakes his head despondently, feeling sad that heâs letting you down.
âShit, I have to go.â Yuuji tells you, and your brows furrow. You canât remember the last time youâve been left alone. What could be so important? He looks at you, eyes serious and almost desperate as he wills you to listen to him. âI wonât be long, please donât leave. Sukuna will kill me if anything happens to you.â
âItâs fine, Yuu.â you nod, barely looking at him anymore as you admire the glimmering jewels in their glass display cases once more. âIâll be here.â
He smiles, gratefully, and squeezes your shoulder. His speed is impressive, youâre surprised you havenât been left with a dust cloud as he leaves your side and departs the store. You have no idea whatâs happening, but it must be serious if Yuuji had to rush off like that.
The clerk assisting you canât help but fawn over how gorgeous you look as he allows you to try on a diamond necklace that caught your eye. Itâs simple, something youâd wear every day. Itâs glamorous but not overstated.
âThere are matching earrings, if youâre interested.â the clerk tells you, and you nod. âAnd thereâsââ
âIf it matches, Iâll take it all.â you smile. The clerk nods and takes the necklace from you. You watch for a few minutes as he wanders around and collects everything youâve asked for, but you soon get bored and begin browsing again.
You raise your head as you see two men with black hair enter. You unintentionally stare, but soon avert your gaze when another necklace catches your eyes. You hear the men discuss something about a sister, and you deduce they are likely here to purchase gifts. You feel your blood run cold as they become silent, and you feel them glaring at you.
Youâve gotten a sense of when people are sizing you up, now. Even if itâs something as tedious as being leered at. Being with Sukuna has taught you to sense danger, however small.
âIâd like this necklace as well, please.â you speak, hoping your confidence and signalling of the staff will get them to stop staring at you. The clerk nods and sends another member of staff to your side to aid you.
You look in the direction of the men. Truthfully, you arenât sure if you had tried to warn them that you were onto them with a look their way. It seems like youâre more interested in scoping out a potential threat.
âItâll suit you.â the younger one says. âMaybe we should get something like that for Tsumiki?â
The older man is silent.
Your skin tightens together, breaking out in goosebumps as his looming presence gets closer and closer to you. You clear your throat, hoping that it will be enough to tell him that you know heâs there and you donât want him to be. It does little to dissuade him, though.
He stares at you, urging you to return it. Thereâs an uncomfortable yet palpable silence between the two of you as you look into each otherâs eyes. His face is sculpted, yet damaged. And still, you find him beautiful. A scar stabs betwixt his lips, though itâs aged and healed.
Itâs a warning, in itself, that you shouldnât trust him.
But his gaze is serious and endearing all in one. His eyes are beautiful, just like the man heâs with. Thereâs no doubt, now, that theyâre related. Theyâre like a copy of one another. Father and son, you suspect. Though they remind you of Sukuna and Yuuji. The man in front of your appears to be the same age as your lover, maybe a little older. Yuuji is around the same age at the young man accompanying him.
You find yourself lost in his eyes, an odd compulsion to figure out this man and his life story. Who is he and what could he want with you? Your guard has been lowered, despite it being unwise. You should be more alert, if anything.
But those eyes areâ
âYouâre staring, sweetheart.â he tells you, breaking his eyes away from you to look at the clerk behind you. He curls his finger, a simple instruction that you seem to miss until you see him holding the necklace in his hand. âMay I?â he asks, acting before you even answer.
You turn around and make sure your hair isnât in the way so he can put it on you. This isnât right, you know it isnât. You arenât sure why youâre allowing him to do this. Heâs so close that you can feel his breath on the back of your neck, the hairs stand on end when you realise.
He fastens the clasp behind your neck, and casually allows his hand to fall into the small of your back as he guides you to a nearby mirror.
âSuits you.â he tells you, tucking hair behind your ear so he can examine it further. You donât miss the way his eyes drop to your cleavage, though, and you clear your throat again. It prompts him to slip back into his cool demeanour. âMy daughter is around your age. Think sheâd like it?â
âI donât know your daughter. And I donât know you.â you remind him, earning a soft chuckle from him. You watch him summon the man he brought with him, and now youâre sure heâs his son. After hearing him mention his sister, you manage to put the pieces together.
âI want two of these.â he announces, making sure everyone can hear. You arenât sure if heâs instructing his son or the clerk beside you. Either way, he hands his credit card to the man heâs with in a similar way Sukuna does to you.
Itâs almost⌠dismissive.
âTwo?â you say, curiously.
âIâm buying yours.â he tells you. He shushes you when you go to protest. âYouâre brave, hah? Big mouth, attitude, ân your pretty too. I like it.â
âIâm spoken for. And expensive things wonâtââ
âI know.â he interrupts you, putting his hands in his pockets. He looks over to his son as he pays for the jewellery. Youâre nervous, though itâs not entirely because of him. The thought of explaining this to Sukuna sends chills down your spine. âGirls like you are always spoken for. And he looks after you, yeah? Buys you nice things ân all that. Figures.â
â⌠Y-You didnât tell me your nameâŚâ you say, meekly. Itâs pathetic and wimpy, though thatâs how you feel beneath his divine gaze. He smirks at the sound of your voice, maybe itâs the submission.
âToji.â he replies, simply. His son approaches him with a single shopping bag, itâs black and sleek with the store logo on the side. It makes you excited and impatient to receive your own purchases. And after this, you have no desire to shop anymore. You want to get home where you know youâre safe. âWe oughtâa get goinâ, Megs.â Toji tells his son, who nods in agreement.
Just as theyâre about to leave, Yuuji returns.
He canât say anything, not right away. If you were looking at him, though, youâd be able to see how much he wants to burst. Thereâs a vein bulging in his forehead as he looks between the men.
But your eyes are solely on Toji.
His hands remain firmly in his pockets as he walks away and towards the exit. And then he turns around again, fully, facing you head in to gift you with his parting words.
âGive Sukuna my regards, wonât you, sweetheart?â he smirks, leaving the store with his son in tow.
âFushiguro!â Yuuji yells, though they pay him no mind. He faces you, now, intent on finding out what the hell is going on. âWhat was that all about? Are you stupid? Seriously stupid? I told you not to talk to anyone!â
âYou didnât, you told me not to leave.â you remind him, and he grunts. âWho were they, Yuuji? Iâve never seen either of them before.â you tell him. He just shakes his head and decides to ignore you. Heâs furious, though you canât figure out why.
Have you really done something so bad?
The fact that Toji seems to know who Sukuna is certainly doesnât bode well. Theyâre from rival gangs, clearly. His and his sonâs tattoos arenât like Sukunaâs. His are brazen, confident. He was cocky enough to get them on his face, too. But the Fushiguroâs, as Yuuji had named them, must hide their markings beneath their shirts like most yakuza men tend to.
âLetâs go.â Yuuji speaks, anger lingering in his quiet words as he leads you out of the store and back to his car. âIâll have to tell Sukuna about thisâŚâ he explains, making sure all of your shopping is secure safely in the trunk of his car. You get into the passenger seat and shrug, it makes no difference to you if he tells his brother about this.
You donât even know what heâs telling him.
It gets later and later into the evening, with no signs of Sukuna returning any time soon.
And youâre ready for him.
Youâre fully dressed, wearing the very same clothes youâd worn to go shopping hours earlier. But you had stripped briefly when you got to your room. The lingerie options were almost infinite as you peaked in each and every shopping bag you brought home from the boutique.
Heâll like the pink one most, you suspected.
So, you put it on.
âWhereâs Sukuna?â your one and only true friend in this cutthroat world asks through the speaker of your phone. It snaps you from your daze as you recall how the pink lingerie fit your body like a God damn glove while you checked yourself out in the mirror. âYouâre doing housewife shit while heâs out having fun?â Nobara continues, and it makes you scoff. Thereâs laughter in it, but your annoyance towards your lover is evident.
âHeâs with Uraume.â you say, calmly, as you continue washing the mountains of dishes in the sink. You arenât normally one to do chores, but you thought it would distract you from your worries. Even if only for a moment.
âOh I hate her.â
âMe too.â you agree. Something tells you Nobara doesnât feel as strongly as sheâs making out, sheâs just showing support. You appreciate it all the same, though. âThereâs something going on⌠I know there is.â
âNo way. You donât know, you just think you do. But even I can see how much he worships you. Heâd never cheat!â she says confidently, and you wish you could believe her. Itâs not like youâd leave him, even if he was.
Heâs conditioned you to need him, after all. How can you go back to your old apartment when itâs his, now? Your old, pathetically paying job wonât cut it, either. Sukuna has gotten you used to the finer things in life, things you donât want to lose. Your friends, your family, itâs all gone and forgotten. All you have is him.
Thereâs no leaving him, now.
â⌠I donât trust him, sometimes.â you confess, quietly. You arenât even sure if she heard you over the sound of the gushing tap. âI donât trustââ
The sound of a lock turning in the door stops you from speaking anymore. You look over your shoulder, and you finally see him. He doesnât say a word as he comes in. He gives you a curt nod as he hangs up his jacket.
âUh, Nobara, howâs your day been?â you ask, loudly, hoping sheâll get the hint and change the subject.
You tense up a little as you feel Sukunaâs presence looming closer and closer. You put down a plate as you feel him behind you. His body traps yours between his and the sink. You hold your eyes closed lightly as you feel him. Really feel him. You arenât sure youâll ever get over his domineering size.
Nobara begins to prattle on about nothing in particular, and relief flows through you. You manage to stifle a heavy breath as Sukuna begins to kiss your neck; though you almost falter as he takes your earlobe softly between his teeth.
âSukuna, âm on the phone.â you angle your head to whisper, but he just silences you with a kiss instead. And instinctively, youâre smiling again. Youâre so simple, maybe even stupid. Itâs always so easy for him to placate you, even without knowing youâre upset with him.
âDonât care,â he growls into your mouth, kissing you again. âYou agreed, did you not?â he asks, feeling you up over your clothes. Your head droops back onto his shoulder as you feel him caress your tits through the fabric of your dress. His free hand roams between your legs, pushing the black material covering your thighs between them and dampening it with your slick.
âMmpf,â you hum, lightly, biting your lip. You canât help but wriggle and squirm beneath his touch. As much as youâd prefer to stop so you can wrap up what youâre doing first, you did agree to this when you started dating him.
âAnyway, I still donât think Sukuna would fuck Uraume.â Nobara speaks, and you both freeze for a moment.
As she lists her reasons, in gratuitous detail, Sukunaâs hands move across your body. Theyâre slow, but with purpose. Your dress settles back into place once he moves his left hand away from your core. He wraps his arm around your midsection, tightly, giving you no chance to flee. His right hand moves a little quicker, fingers brush along your collarbone until he finds your neck. He somehow manages to choke you, slightly, while holding your jaw with his thumb and index finger.
And he makes you look at him.
He doesnât speak, the sound of Nobara discussing everything youâve told her about him and Uraume is the only sound either of you hear. His red eyes terrify you the longer it goes on. The longer he goes without speaking a word.
ââKunaââ
âYouâre jealous of Uraume?â he says, loud enough for Nobara to hear. Sheâs quiet. Uncharacteristically so. And then your heart plummets when you hear the beep that signifies the call has ended. âStill?â
âWhat do youâ Sukuna!â you yell, feeling him pull your dress down your body. You try to scold him. You try to focus on finishing the dishes so you donât give him the satisfaction of knowing how desperately you crave him. But itâs all in vain as he spanks you upon seeing the pretty pink set hugging your body.
âGood girl.â he tells you, spanking you again.
The chore of washing cups and plates is soon abandoned as he yanks your hair by the roots. Your back arches gloriously, and he canât help but slap your ass repeatedly until it stings. He wants to hurt you, just because he loves you.
Heâs insulted that you think so little of him.
âWhat happened to you, princess?â he asks, spanking you again. âYou never used to be so insecure. Thatâs what I liked about you.â
Liked?
âDonâtâ c-careââ
âOh?â he interrupts, âYou really want to be a brat for me right now? Iâm not in the mood, but you can test me if youâre feeling brave.â he warns you, and you manage to shake your head in defiance.
âSukuna, I justâ I donât like her.â you tell him, you see an eyebrow raise out of the corner of your eye. Itâs a curious look you canât quite place. Maybe he hadnât expected you to say something so honest, or maybe he just canât put his finger on why you feel this way about her. âShe has feelings for you⌠itâs so obvious.â
âAnd?â he speaks, his hand that had been around your throat moves to the bend of your knee. He effortlessly raises your leg so that it rests on the marble countertop. His breathing is heavy and stained with alcohol as it fans across your shoulder.
Your breath hitches as he hooks his finger into the seat of your panties, moving the pink material into the crease of your thigh. You shiver just slightly as the cool air of the air-conditioned room hits your folds, and he growls as he holds you tighter.
With one hand, he unbuckles his belt and manages to free his length from his trousers. You gasp as you feel him press his heavy tip between your folds, the tacky wet sound reverberates through the room. He isnât targeting anywhere specific, but he snarls each time you mewl when he catches against your entrance.
âUnffâ fu-uck!â you keen as he finally pushes into you.
âThis,â he starts, slowly sinking inside of your welcoming slot. Your eyes roll over white with each agonising delve into your walls and towards your sweet spot. He spanks you once more, demanding your concentration as he tries to drill his words into your before he starts drilling his cock into you. âItâs all yours, yâhear me, princess?â he explains as he carefully rocks his hips, his chest swells with pride as he repeatedly nudges against your g-spot.
âS-Sukuna,â you pant. âDaddy, I love you.â you tell him, tears spill down your cheeks as you pathetically confess. He knows, of course he knows. But his ego will never tire of hearing those four precious words from the lips of his favourite girl.
âYeah? Yâlove daddy?â he asks, faux sympathy in his voice as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. âHurts my feelings when you donât trust me.â he lies.
ââm sorry,â you sob, âI trust you, daddy, âm sorry!â you continue, and you melt into his touch when you feel him softly kiss your cheek again and again as his thrusts get faster and faster and faster.
Heâs so deep you can feel him in your throat. Your mind is churning, thoughts become liquid the harder and deeper he pounds into you. His teeth sink into your shoulder as he continues, and he shoves his fingers into your mouth to silence your cries.
You suck and lick and lave over them as if your life depended on it.
He forces your mouth open wide, strings of drool dribble from your lips and tongue as he repeatedly fingers dangerously close to your throat. He laughs maniacally when he flies to close to the sun, triggering your gag reflex.
âOh, baby, got real tight for daddy like that.â he tells you. Your hands search for something, anything to grasp as he ruins you from the inside. âSo fuckinâ tight for me, princess. Wanna cum?â
âYes, yes please.â is what youâre hoping to say despite his fingers still invading your orifice. âPlease daddy, n-need it.â
âMmm, good fucking girl.â he praises you. âSo needy, hah? Iâll be good to you this once. So cum.â
You brace yourself, twisting your torso so that youâre facing him. His fingers remain in your mouth, but your fixation on them has dies a slow, painful death the longer this encounter carries on. His fingering slows, but the spit leaking from your mouth still pools out and covers whatever it squelches on top of.
âGo on, cum for daddy.â he orders.
And you do.
You cream his length as you lose control of your entire body and give it to him. Youâre crying so hard but you donât know why. He licks your cheeks, though, getting off on the taste of the salt and sorrow youâre gifting him with. You convulse as you reach the peak of your orgasm, and he makes sure to keep a careful hold of you.
âHate you being fucking jealous.â he explains as he chases his own high, the deafening sounds of your genitals meeting again is so sloppy and lewd. If you werenât so tired, youâre sure your face would flush with heat from the embarrassment of it all. âYouâre mine. I only fuck you. I only cum in this perfect cunt. Are you listening? Or did daddy fuck you too fucking stupid?â
âD-Daddy,â you mumble, âlove youâŚâ you trail off, exhaustion consuming you as you bargain with yourself to rest your eyes for just a minute.
âDaddyâs slutty girl, yeah?â he grunts, and heâs surprised that you manage to nod in response. âOnly shut that big fucking mouth of yours when youâre getting this cock.â he speaks, he hopes youâre listening but heâs not so sure.
With only a few thrusts later, heâs cumming buckets into you. You hum at the sensation, the warmth of being gifted with your daddyâs load is a soothing feeling that makes you feel completely claimed. Youâre safe, secure, like this. He plugs his cum inside of you for a while as he refuses to move.
You donât want to think about the fact that you arenât ever really going to know the truth. You wonât know if heâs just telling you what you want to hear while heâs out doing exactly what youâre worried about. You wonât truly feel safe unless Uraume goes.
But you know that will never happen.
He pulls out of you, watching as your pussy pulses while he splits open your lips on his fingers. His softening cock jumps at the sight of his sperm gushing out of you and splattering against the cold kitchen tiles below. He angles your body, again, so that he can plant a searing, messy kiss on your lips from behind.
He wipes his dick against your ass, doing a poor job of it before he tucks himself back into his grey trousers. He moves the gusset of your panties back where it belongs to stop anymore cum from dripping out of you.
âI should⌠clean upâŚâ you say, wistfully as you look at the remaining dishes in the sink and the dollop of sperm on the ground beneath you.
âDonât worry about it.â he tells you, walking towards your bedroom to find your shopping bags. âShow daddy what else you got today.â
You take a deep breath and stumble a little on unstable legs. He looks behind himself, reaching out to take your hand to support you. He leads you to your room, a little surprised by the amount of new shopping bags spread out.
He lifts you up and places you down carefully on the bed. You bite your lip as he helps you out of your high heels while heâs down on one knee. He watches, attentively, as you throw your head back as he kisses each of your legs.
âI donât recall telling you to buy jewellery.â he speaks, knowing he didnât say it at all. You only giggle, which makes his smile grow wider. He rests his body on his knuckles on either side of your thighs, his nose almost touching yours as he examines you. âThat one is new, isnât it?â he asks, reaching up to hold the pendant against his palm. You nod, and he hums.
He takes his time admiring everything as he looks through each and every bag. Youâre silent as he searches, not sure what heâs actually looking to find. Sukuna seems pleased with the multitudes of lingerie youâve returned home with, often looking between the material and yourself as he envisions it on your body.
Though soon enough, heâs looking through the jewellery. Heâs full of flattery, for some reason. You canât help wondering if itâs because of your very obvious insecurity.
Your heart sinks, however, when he picks up the receipt.
âWâ uh, what are you doing?â you ask, cursing yourself for not playing it cool in the least.
Heâs silent as he looks over each item and price. His eyes drift briefly to look at you before heâs fixated on the receipt again. âIâm checking how much having a bratty princess for a wife has cost me today.â he tells you, his voice almost monotone as he speaks. He picks up each piece of jewellery as he mentally checks it off of the list in his hand. And then his eyes zero in on you once more. Or specifically, the necklace youâre wearing. âDid you steal that?â he asks.
You shake your head.
If thereâs one thing youâve learnt from being with Sukuna, it will never serve you to lie. He knows more than you can possibly imagine. And what he doesnât know, he figures out quickly.
â⌠Iâm going to fucking kill him.â he speaks through gritted teeth, crumpling up the receipt in his hand. You have no idea who heâs talking about. He stands up, holding the necklace around your neck in a clenched fist. âTell me, princess. Do you love this necklace? Or did you pick it impulsively?â
âBoth,â you nod. âI was only looking at it becauseâ b-but I love it, now.â
He lets go of the pendant, now warm against your skin after being in the palm of your lover despite it being brief. He smooths his hand over your hair and then strokes your cheek with his thumb.
âA lovely gift from a man trying to muscle in on my territory.â
You knew Toji must be yakuza, too. But you had no idea he was such a direct rival of Sukunaâs. Itâs unsurprising, though. Maybe theyâd been tailing you and Yuuji today. Youâd assumed it was a coincidence that they wound up in the same store as you, but youâre no stranger to being naĂŻve.
Sukunaâs territoryâŚ
Could he also be referring to you?
âTerritorial disputes are standard practice in our line of work, Sukuna.â Uraume starts, trying her best to calm your boyfriend down as he seethes in yet another meeting. âAlthough she has certainly complicated things.â she speaks, looking at you as her tone becomes more calculated and vicious.
Of course to anyone else, it sounds like sheâs just making a point.
But you know better.
âI didnât complicate anything, thank you, Uraume. I went shopping as I was instructed to do and he just showed up.â you try to defend yourself maturely despite wanting to rip her hair from her scalp.
âNo, this isnât your fault.â Sukuna reassures you. âYou shouldnât have fucking left her you idiot!â he bellows, his voice booming through the room until it reaches his brothers ears. His words seem to echo the longer Yuuji remains silent. He doesnât even get the chance to talk as Sukuna demands he be quiet. âMore and more of them are doing shady shit in areas that I own. Making profit that should be mine. How do weââ
âYuuji, youâre friendly with his son, right?â you ask. And he shrugs, passively. Youâre sure thereâs a story there. Perhaps they went to school together given that theyâre the same age, but you donât want to press it and risk him getting in deeper trouble with his sibling. âDo you have a phone number or anything for him?â
âUhâŚâ Yuuji pats down his body as he looks through his phone. Sukuna watches, everyone watches as he scrolls through his contacts. And finally, he nods.
âCall it.â Uraume orders, Sukuna looks at her and then nods at his brother in agreement.
The tension in the air can be cut with a knife as each ring passes. You feel sick to your stomach the longer it goes on.
Until finallyâ
âI was wondering when youâd call.â the younger Fushiguro answers, Yuuji places the phone down on the table and puts it on speaker. âMy old man has an offer for your brother.â
âMegumi, Sukuna isnât exactly the negotiating type.â Yuuji explains. âHe wants you and your dad dead, to be honest. That shit you pulled at the jewellery storeââ
âIs he listening?â Megumi asks. Yuuji looks up to his brother for permission to confirm or deny his presence. The silence lasts a beat too long, and Megumi figures it out for himself. âIâm with Toji, now.â there is a shuffling sound on the other end as he hands his phone over to his father. A large sigh rattles through the speaker, and then he finally speaks.
âSukuna.â he starts.
âMy brother is right, Zenâin, I donât negotiate.â Sukuna speaks, announcing his presence to them finally. âThere is no benefit to me letting you stake your claim on my territory. Weâve killed a few of your men already for your insolence and disrespect. Youâve no idea the lengths I will go to so that you will understand this threat isnât empty. We wonât just be killing the small fry next time.â
He looks at Uraume, listening carefully as she warns him not to resort to threats of violence so soon. You look between them both, trying to gauge how heâll respond. He only sighs, agreeing with her, before asking what the negotiation would entail.
âI want to fuck that little girlfriend of yours.â Toji says.
The room falls silent. Sukuna stares daggers at you for a few minutes as if itâs your fault he said something so outrageous. You look around uncomfortably, seeing everyoneâs eyes have fallen on you.
You feel dirty.
You feel like a mere bargaining chip, an object for them to make a decision over.
âEverybody out.â Sukuna says, noticing your distress as you feel compelled to hang your head in shame. âNOW.â
Everyone scurries from the room, the only people that remain are yourself, Sukuna, his brother and Uraume. Your lover slams his palm, hard against the table before yelling down the phone at Toji.
âAre you FUCKING joking?â Sukuna shouts, Uraume tries to calm him down but it does little good. âIn what world do you think Iâd agree to something so stupid?â
You hear Toji chuckle, like heâs considering how to use his words and what he should say. He knows exactly what he wants to tell him in response, but heâs deciding if he wants to rile Sukuna up further or get straight to the point.
âIâve heard rumours that you use her like a toy.â he starts, a smirk curls on his lip and his scar pulls along with it. You and Sukuna look at each other, wondering who could have found out about your lewd secret. âIâm not⌠unreasonable. If you comply, Iâm willing to come to a binding agreement that we will keep clear of your turf.â
â⌠Hang up the phone.â Sukuna orders, and Yuuji immediately presses the big red button. Sukuna looks at you, eager to speak. And by his expression, whatever he wants to say seems fuelled by rage. But by a stroke of luck, Uraume intervenes.
âI think you should do it.â she starts. Sukuna directs his angry glare towards her, while you look at her in surprise. âWeâve all heard the rumours, itâs not a secret, Sir. I believe itâs called âfree useâ yes?â
âWhy is that relevant?â you ask.
âWell, youâre used to being used, no? Why is this any different. It would be for Sukuna, for all of us. Iâm sure youâd be able to open your legs for a few minutes for the sake of peace.â she speaks, calmly, crossing one leg over the other as she leans back in her seat. You scoff, standing up to argue, but Sukuna splays out his hand and warns you to keep in line. âSukuna, itâs just sex. You wonât have to pay them off, you wonât have to share your territory that weâ that you have worked so hard for. A simple trade.â
He sighs as he looks between you both.
âItâs not that straightforward, at all.â Sukuna tells her. You hope heâll elaborate but feel a little deflated when he opts to keep quiet instead. You feel comfortable with your so-called arrangement because youâre in love.
At least, thatâs what you thought.
âA shame. You continue to be a useless disappointment in this organization.â she tells you. âIf it were me, Iâd do it.â
âWell, Uraume. It isnât you. You know why?â you spit back, shoving by Sukuna with the intention of leaving when youâve said your piece. âBecause you are his subordinate. I am his wife.â and with that, you leave.
Uraume is unfazed, however, which would infuriate you more if you were around to see it. Instead youâre leaving with your handbag in tow. Youâre stopped, however, when you reach the exit. Sukunaâs men are holding you hostage on his orders. He hasnât followed you to see if youâre okay. Heâs still talking to Yuuji and Uraume as you pace around an empty meeting room.
Youâve always hated this building. Every time you come for a meeting here youâre nauseated by an overwhelming mechanical smell. Itâs the office supplies, you assume. The copy machines and printers whir all day and night, the perfect operation taking place to disguise Sukunaâs general misdeeds.
Around twenty minutes later, youâre no longer alone.
Sukuna enters the room and shuts the door behind himself. Your eyes water as you instantly read his expression. You know thereâs another way, but heâs obviously made his decision. Uraumeâs influence played a part, you donât doubt.
âI donât want to. I love youâŚâ you cry. âSheâs trying toââ
âEnough.â he silences you, curling his finger. A simple instruction for you to follow him. âI havenât decided yet, come along.â
He brings you back to the meeting room where you were sitting earlier. He commands Uraume and Yuuji to leave, and they do, Yuuji leaves his phone behind so Sukuna can call Megumiâs phone again.
âI donât want to share you.â he confesses, pulling you into his lap as he spins the phone in his hand. Each thud against the desk makes your anxiety spike. âUraume is right, though. Itâs a tempting offer for the sake of a few measly minutes.â
âI donât want to fuck him, Sukuna.â you pout. âI canât believe youâre even considering it! What if heâs lying and will keep asking to fuck me? I donât want everyone to find out about it and think Iâm some whore. Do youââ you stop, a large knot gets stuck in your throat as you try to remain composed. You feel sick to your stomach, and you hate that you even have to ask. âDo you even love me anymore⌠SukunaâŚâ you ask, lower lip trembling as you speak.
âI do, of course I still love you.â he tries to assure you, but it feels half-hearted at best. âIâd prefer you to make a decision; but I want it to be the right one. And remember, you agreed to let me use you. And I will use you for whatever purpose I desire, if that means letting other men use your cunt for the sake of peace⌠thenâŚâ
ââKunaâŚâ
âIâm talking now.â he stops you, grabbing your cheeks in his hand and squeezing until your lips pucker. âYou better spread those pretty legs nice ân wide for daddy, I want you to make me proud.â
He lets go, slowly, and uses a single finger to call Megumi back.
It rings.
And it rings.
And it ringsâ
âYou mull it over?â Toji answers, his cockiness radiating through the phone. âWho am I speaking to? Sukuna?â
âIâm here.â he answers, he bounces his thigh, a silent instruction for you to announce yourself. And, for him, you do. âWeâve thought about it.â
âAnd?â Toji speaks.
Sukuna looks up at you, expecting you to do the honours of answering. His face is stoic and it makes your heart sink. He really wants you to agree to this. This is the first time since youâve been with him thatâs heâs made you feel like the object you agreed to be, for him. You thought it was out of love. Maybe even respect.
You were a fool to think that, you see that now.
You take a deep breath, and your whole body shakes. Even the little breaths you take to steel yourself warble and you try and gain the confidence to tell Toji that you agree.
Sukuna agrees, you donât.
âWeâre not interested.â you tell him. Sukuna glares at you, and you swear you see flames licking through his pupils. You try to stand up, but youâre trapped. He holds you, tight, and you worry about what youâve let yourself in for. âSukuna, get off.â you try to warn him off quietly, but it only increases his grip.
He mutes the call, and fingers sink harshly into the fat of your hips as he lifts you up. You land on the large meeting table with a thud as he towers above you with a dangerous glint in his eye.
âYou dare disobey me?â he starts. You flinch as he raises his hand, the rings on his fingers twinkle under the fluorescent lights in the room. He doesnât hit you, and you canât tell if thatâs what he was considering. Heâs never struck you before. But, thinking about it, youâve never defied him before. He balls his hand into a fist, a singular finger breaking free as he points in your face. âI donât think you understood me before. Did you get confused?â he asks, voice dripping with condescension as his eyes alternate between your shimmering eyes and tremoring lip.
You ignore him, you just stare at him as you wait for him to finish.
âUnderstand me now. You are mine. Your life, your clothes, the bed you sleep in? Mine. Your body is mine. Your cunt is barely yours, I own her.â
âYou said the decision was mine toââ
âI said I want you to make the decision Iâm telling you to make. Iâm not giving you a choice, I was giving you the power to make the decision yourself. But I see now, youâre too dumb to make the right call without daddyâs help.â
You sniff, picking up the phone to your side and unmuting the call. Youâre surprised Toji is still on the other end, perhaps he knew that youâd gone against orders and was waiting to hear your reconsideration. He doesnât say a word, nor does Sukuna, as you continue to sniffle and gather your bearings.
âT-Toji?â you whimper, and you hear an amused breath on the other end.
âYes, darlinâ, Iâm here.â he speaks. His voice is somewhat soothing given the circumstances. Your lovers fiery stare remains on you. He and your very own body are imploring you to make the decision heâs expecting of you. But your heart, your mind, tell you otherwise. If Sukuna kills you, so be it.
âIâm sorry. I donât want to sleep with you, I love Sukuna too m-much.â you whimper, tears cascade down your face as you look at him. Even after this, after how heâs spoken to you and what heâs trying to make you do, you canât help but love him. Even his face softens as he hears your plea. Your utter devotion to him makes his heart skip a beat.
There may even be a slither of remorse behind his eyes.
âYouâre a real good girl, arenâtcha? So loyal⌠Itâs hard to find girls like you.â Toji responds, and it snaps Sukuna out of his daze. The looming anger returns as he realises youâve ignored direct orders twice now. âTell ya what⌠Sukuna, you still there?â
â⌠Iâm here.â he responds, slouching down in the seat heâd been sitting in previously. Itâs odd, looking down at him like this. He looks deflated, like he doesnât know how to handle you. Maybe he does still love you, after all. He doesnât want to hurt you or kill you, heâs wrestling with it. If you were like his subordinates youâd be dead already.
He doesnât know what to do with you.
âPrincess, would you feel better if Sukuna was there?â he asks. You both look at each other, unsure of what heâs getting at. The idea infuriates Sukuna. Why on earth would he want to sit like some cuck while one of his enemies rails his girlfriend? âI donât need you to myself, I just want to fuck you.â
âUm⌠oh.â you speak, the penny finally dropping. âI like that better.â you confess.
âMm, Iâll bet.â Toji smirks. âAlright, Iâll make arrangements.â
âGo find Yuuji and go home.â Sukuna whispers as Toji continues to speak. He barely looks at you as you slide off the desk. So you donât even bother saying goodbye. Youâre still so fucking angry at him for all of this. But, really, you canât help but feel like he isnât pulling the strings here.
Not really.
You find Yuuji outside vaping, and he chokes when he sees you. He desperately attempts to swat the plume of smoke away, but itâs too late. You take the device from his hand and drop it on the ground.
âEnough.â you tell him, crushing it beneath the chunky platform and heel of your boot while looking him dead in the eye. âStop buying them.â
âSorry.â he chuckles. âWant me to take you home?â
âYes,â you sigh. âThe long way⌠if you donât mind.â
He nods, understandingly.
Maybe you chose the wrong Itadori to fall in love with.
You hadnât realised how close Tojiâs apartment is to yours and Sukunaâs. You never even knew he existed until a few days ago. And yet, now, youâre in the elevator on your way up to the penthouse suite.
The preparation into this night, which youâre sure will amount to a few grunts and thrusts from each of them before theyâre panting and bored, has been substantial.
Sukuna agreed to let Toji cover the cost of everything, which surprised you. Sukuna is a proud man, heâs proud of himself and the money he makes. And heâs especially proud of his possessions.
Most of all, you.
Youâve been accompanied by Yuuji and Megumi for the last week everywhere you go. And theyâve bickered about everything.
As you were sitting in the hair salon earlier, Yuuji insisted upon how Sukuna would like your hair to look, whilst Megumi argued about what Toji would prefer.
They argued when they took you clothes shopping about what kind of outfit you should wear. They argued about what colour lingerie you should wear. Hell, they even argued about what perfume would be best.
You didnât have the energy to intervene, however, not when it feels like your world is crumbling around you. Youâve lost Sukuna, you think. You arenât sure how or when it happened, but you donât see love in his eyes anymore. And itâs a foolâs gambit to try and force that love back.
Now, youâre just a toy heâs grown tired of.
The elevator stops with a ding as you reach the top. Your stomach is doing somersaults, and youâre a little taken aback as Sukuna takes your hand in his. The reassuring squeeze he offers calms you immensely as he leads you out directly into the apartment.
âWelcome.â Megumi greets you both. He gestures to a bottle champagne and three pre-poured flutes filled with the gorgeous, bubbly liquid. You donât notice until you get closer that thereâs even strawberries drowning in the glasses. âMake yourselves at home, he wonât be long.â Megumi speaks, gesturing to the modern staircase that leads upstairs.
And with that, he leaves. He enters the elevator and waves as the doors shut, taking him all of the way to the ground floor. You canât help but wonder where heâs going. Maybe, despite all of the bickering, he and Yuuji are planning to go out and have fun together while their bosses are occupied.
You feel sick.
Everyoneâs going to find out about this. Everyone is going to have you down as a slut who trades her body for the sake of gang disputes. The naĂŻve nature within you is telling you that this is a one time thing. That you made the choice and you only made it because there is something so alluring about Toji.
But, really, after this⌠you fear that you may be better off dead.
âWell arenât you a sight for sore eyes?â Toji speaks as he announces himself, slowly descending the stairs as he drinks you in. His shirt is open, revealing his glorious body beneath. Each move he makes is teasing, only subtly showing off his musculature that glistens beneath. âYou look beautiful, sweetheart.â he tells you.
His hand settles on your hip as he kisses your cheek. Itâs gentle, yet forceful, and it lasts a beat longer than you had expected. The feeling of his lips is cemented against your face, and it takes every ounce of willpower that you have to not hold your cheek longingly.
âGlad you could make it, both of you.â Toji expresses, looking at Sukuna briefly before focusing on you again. He canât get enough of you. He canât stop ogling your perfect body in the skintight, chocolate coloured dress youâre wearing. The way your breasts slightly spill over the bust, the way the plunge shows the perfect amount of cleavage, the way a huge slit down the side perfectly showcases one of your legs and teases the treasure at the apex of your thighs.
He picks up two glasses, handing them to you and Sukuna, before grabbing his own.
âTo peace.â he smirks. Sukuna chuckles and repeats his sentiment, though youâre silent. You arenât exactly proud of yourself for doing this for the sake of peace.
But at the very least, you might have a little fun. You take a small sip, while Sukuna and Tojiâs glasses are bare. Toji tops them up, and they chat as if theyâre old friends.
âIâm sure you didnât invite us over just to make nice, Zenâin.â Sukuna comments, and Toji laughs but nods. Sukuna sets down his champagne flute, tilting your head up by your chin with two dominant fingers. âShe wonât object to anything. Isnât that right, princess?â he asks, and you nod.
Toji finishes his drink again, circling around you both to stand behind you. Sukuna sits down, already pouring his third drink of the evening as he watches how you choose to behave. Youâre not going to defy again, though. Not when you agreed of your own accord.
Your gaze narrows as your eyelids become heavy from Tojiâs presence behind you. He softly gropes and manhandles every inch of your body. And even the areas you wouldnât normally consider sensitive have you shuddering under his touch.
He attacks your exposed thigh, dragging the back of his nails upwards towards your pussy as his teeth lightly graze your pulse point. You emit a vociferous moan as his fingers splay outward, his digits barely breaching the material of your dress and yet somehow stimulating your immediately drenched cunt.
âI think she likes me.â he sighs against your skin, maintaining complete eye contact with Sukuna as he feels you up. âThis dress was made for you, baby.â he tells you, kissing softly behind your ear.
âLook,â Sukuna starts, standing up as he looms above you. He pulls down the bust, revealing the black mesh bra underneath. Your nipples are barely covered, perfectly visible to all eyes in the room. He cups your breasts, and his thumbs repeatedly swipe over the raised buds. âTheyâre so hard, princess. Is this exciting you?â he asks.
You nod, dumbly. He captures your lips in a deep kiss and you moan into it. Toji reaches forwards over your shoulder, grabbing a handful of your tit as he squeezes the flesh and lightly flicks the nipple. His other hand settles in the curve of your hip, and you yelp slightly into Sukunaâs mouth as he pulls you backwards against his body.
âFeel how hard youâre makinâ me already, darlinâ?â he asks, sharp canines nipping lightly against your bare neck as he pants shallowly against your skin. âHavenât even touched your pussy yet and Iâm aching. Havenât even seen your fuckinâ panties.â
âStrip her, go on.â Sukuna orders. He backs away as he allows Toji to move you wherever he desires.
You gasp as you feel him move you with ease until your bent over the countertop, your face turns to the side to face Sukuna and the bucket of champagne. Youâre distracted by the water droplets slowly traversing down until you hear Toji gnarl against the nape of your neck.
You canât help but whimper when you feel him repeatedly kiss your bare skin until he reaches the zip of your dress. Sukuna stares into your eyes. Watery, eager eyes that are still focused on him without him even touching you. The red irises that own you and your every move, Toji was right, you are a good loyal girl.
Toji takes the zip between his teeth and pulls downward until the dress shucks from your body, it starts to pool at your feet, but still clings to your waist. Sukuna helps yank it downwards, while Toji lands a harsh strike against your supple rear. He whistles at the sight of your flesh jiggling, repeating the action on the opposite cheek just to see it again.
âDo you know how to use that mouth, princess?â Toji asks, and you nod.
âShe knows how to talk shit with it.â Sukuna informs him, and Toji smirks. âBut she gives good head, too. Get on your knees.â Sukuna tells you.
And you drop like a stone in front of Toji, youâre sure your knees will be red raw from the uncomfortable landing. You watch Toji with complete focus as he unbuckles his belt. Your eyes stay on his, getting the perfect view of his defined abs and large pecs as you stare up at him. The metal of his belt echoes through the room as he throws it in Sukunaâs direction.
Youâre awestruck when Tojiâs length is revealed. Heâs beautiful. You donât even realise youâre drooling until the bubbly liquid drips down and splats against your hand. Heâs huge. Sukuna is too, but Toji might have him slightly bested. His cock curves upwards, and you canât help squirm as you think about it hitting all of the right spots inside of you.
His pubic hair is trimmed perfectly. You wonder if he usually keeps himself groomed or if he only did it for this occasion. His tip is gorgeous. A slightly more blush pink in comparison to the rest of his cock. And itâs oozing. Itâs shimmering with pre, the tip is completely covered and some of his length below is coated too.
âIâm gonna kill you if you keep staring at his cock like that, princess.â Sukuna warns you. You look at him, worry stabbing through your eyes before Toji grabs your jaw and forces you to focus on him again. He bends down, his face dangerously close to yours.
âHe might kill you later, but Iâm gonna kill you now if you donât hurry and put that pretty mouth to work.â he snarls. You nod, widening your mouth to accommodate his girth. He groans, passionately, as his tip hits against your restrictive throat. âFuuuuuck, good girl.â
You hold his hips as you attempt to take him deeper and deeper into your mouth. Your jaw already hurts, you feel like you might need the ability to unhinge it like a snake just to take him. Itâs a similar experience with Sukuna, though he doesnât make you suck him off often. He prefers your cunt, he doesnât like to waste time on foreplay normally.
Only if heâs particularly stressed.
âYouâre right, sheâs a good little cocksucker.â he tells Sukuna as he praises you. He lightly combs his fingers through your hair with one hand before he forcefully shoves you to take his full length. And you cry out, you sob, and he slightly pulls out before shoving back in. âAre you gonna sit and watch me face fuck your toy?â Toji asks, earning a scoff from Sukuna.
He bends down, picking up the belt Toji discarded as he approaches. âWatch.â he orders. You gasp as Toji sets you free so that youâre true lover can take over. He wraps Tojiâs belt around your neck but doesnât completely fasten it, giving them both the freedom to tug and choke you into submission if needs be.
Sukuna removes his own belt, handing it to Toji to do with whatever he pleases. You whimper as he pulls your wrists behind your back, tying them together with the uncomfortable leather binding.
He pulls out his cock, slapping you lightly across the face with it as you wait patiently with your tongue hanging out. You mewl at he taps his tip against your tastebuds, the taste of his pre instantly permeates your senses.
Two hands settle on either side of your skull as he sinks his cock into your drooling mouth. He throws his head back, groaning as he slots in comfortably. He wastes no time, thrusting into your mouth again and again until youâre sputtering and sobbing.
âShe cries easily, huh?â Toji drawls as he strokes himself.
Sukuna nods, forcing you down all of the way to the base until youâre choking. You canât even steady yourself anymore with your wrists being bound. You canât breathe and you canât push away. He pinches your nose when you remember you can breathe through it, suffocating you completely.
âAw, whatâs wrong darlinâ? Not gonna break so soon, are ya?â Toji asks, grabbing the makeshift collar and leash around your neck as he softly pulls. But he lets go as Sukuna frees you from his malicious clutches.
They both laugh as you cough and sputter, collapsing into a heap on the ground as you try and get your breath back.
âWhatâs wrong? You donât like it?â Sukuna asks. He picks you up with ease, and youâre soon bent over the counter again. But, this time, your feet donât touch the ground. Youâre left there, powerless to their touch with your ass perfectly raised while your feet and legs dangle helplessly over the edge.
Toji spreads your ass apart, and the stickiness sounding through the room is deafening. He sneers when it hits his ears. âSheâs lying.â he spanks you, hard. And then his fingers toy between your pussy lips, making a complete and utter mess of your panties. âDo you like old men picking on you, hm? You must do. Can you feel how sloppy this cunt is, princess?â he asks.
You whimper out apologies, though they donât seem to be interested. Toji picks you back up, throwing you over his shoulder as he carries you towards the stairs. Sukuna follows, a wicked grin on his face as he observes your tear-stricken face.
âDoes she like anal?â Toji wonders.
âShe likes whatever I tell her to like.â Sukuna laughs. âWould you like that, baby? Should we use both of your pretty holes?â
âCanât wait to tear these fuckinâ panties off ya.â Toji explains. âDunno why you bothered coming here with clothes on. Should have come bare, with a bow on your head.â
You enter Tojiâs bedroom. And itâs gorgeous. Itâs so sleek and stunning and thereâs even a fireplace crackling away. The atmosphere is romantic, but this situation is hardly that.
Sukuna strokes your cheek, a subtle check to make sure youâre okay as he looks into your eyes. You nod, discreetly, before he slips his thumb between your teeth. You bite down, softly, and he canât help but smile.
âThink this is the quietest sheâs ever been,â Sukuna starts. He massages his thumb into your tongue, and you canât help but instinctively suck. âBeinâ so good for daddy tonight.â he praises you.
âDaddy, huh?â Toji smirks, taking two fistfuls of your panties between his hands and tears them apart carelessly. âHope youâll call me that, sweetheart.â
You look to Sukuna for permission, and he nods. âJust this once.â
âReal pretty girl when youâre suckinâ on somethinâ.â Toji comments. He sits on the bed beside you, lifting you up abruptly to sit on his lap. He unhooks your bra and Sukuna seamlessly breaks the straps between heavy fists, ripping it quickly from your body without undoing your bindings. âSuck âem while I play with this sweet little cunt.â Toji groans against you as he pulls your back flush against his chest.
Sukuna lightly slaps your tits before walking away. You watch him as he takes a seat in the corner of the room, and heâs become exactly what he hadn��t wanted to. He looks unfazed, though. He seems to be enjoying it if anything. He pulls a cigar from his inner breast pocket along with a lighter, he rests his ankle on his knee as he watches Toji toy with you.
âWatch him, want him to see how good I make you feel.â Toji whispers. He presses two fingers into your mouth slowly. The metal of his rings clang against your teeth, but you donât care. You wish you could hold his hands as you suckle and lap at his digits. Though youâre broken from your efforts as he starts to circle your clit. âMmm, such a messy pussy.â he comments.
You wriggle and squirm even with such little pressure applied to your clit. He runs his fingers through your folds, teasing your hole only slightly before he massages your swollen clit again and again.
ââaddy!â you whine, unable to sit still as he torments you.
âHear that? She called me daddy.â Toji chortles, looking at Sukuna. He smirks, but again seems more unfazed than anything. You almost screech around his fingers as he finally inserts his other digits inside of you. As if they werenât already thick, more metallic rings seem determined to push your pussy to the limit. âYouâre gonna make a mess fâme. Alright? Donât fight me.â
He inserts a third finger between your lips, your mouth contorts and stretches uncomfortably, and still, you suck.
He digs around inside of you like heâs searching for something in particular. And when your legs begin to jolt and quiver, he deduces heâs found it quick enough. His ministrations are almost evil as he alternates between hard and slow fingering. Itâs so intense, so excruciating that you can barely concentrate on his fingers in your mouth.
âCanât see your face, baby. You still with us?â he asks, and you can only offer a barely intelligible response. Sukuna leans forward in his chair as he smokes, uncaring for where he flicks the ash. Itâs the last thing on Tojiâs mind, too. Especially when youâre already losing consciousness like this. âTheyâre just fingers, darlinâ. Gonna go stupid for my cock if you canât even handle this.â he laughs.
âSlap her cunt.â Sukuna tells him. And soon enough Toji is landing a hard enough spank to your puffy clit. You mewl, so he repeats it. Again and again. Harder and harder. âFinger her, Iâll do it.â
Toji puts his fingers back inside of your tight walls and finds that spot again. Sukuna lords above you, cigar resting between the gentle bite of his teeth as he spanks your cunt hard. It makes you dizzy, almost delirious. The conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure make your eyes water.
âCrying again.â he says as he spanks your pussy again. âWho knew two cocks would make you so obedient and submissive?â
âAnd we havenât even fucked her yet.â Toji reminds him, and he smirks. âI should have invaded your turf a long time ago if I knew it would get us here.â
âHm,â Sukuna hums. Your breath hitches, and he raises an eyebrow in suspicion. âSheâs going to cum. Is she getting tight?â
âLike sheâs gonna break my fingers.â Toji smirks. And with a few more spanks against your clit as Toji continuously batters his fingers into your g-spot, youâre cumming harder than you ever have in your life. Sukuna doesnât move away as he feels you douse him with the thick stream shooting from your cunt. âOh fuck. Youâre a little squirter, huh. Or a big squirter, look at the fuckinâ mess you made of us, dirty girl. Told ya you would.â he teases you, not letting up on your insides as he tries to draw every last drop of your arousal from you.
It's not like itâs the first time youâve squirted.
But youâve never squirted that much before.
Your mouth is free as Toji pulls out his fingers, and you feel a chill as he wipes your saliva against the column of your spine. Youâre surprised when you feel him undo the belt keeping your wrists together. And youâre even more surprised as he helps you straddle him properly.
He squeezes your ass as you begin to rut your hips against his cock, the tip catches against your hole as he holds cups your cheek and offers you a showstopping, tongue tangling kiss. You yelp as Sukuna yanks your hair until your vision is his face at an almost upside down angle. He spits in your mouth, crudely, before releasing your hair.
You donât bother swallowing it as Toji brings you back to him and locks his lips with yours. He couldnât care less that Sukuna had spat in your mouth. Youâd already sucked his cock, what did it matter to him?
âYouâre so well trained, princess.â he smirks. He stands up, and you instantly wrap your legs around his waist. He places you flat against the bed, nibbling on your collarbone before he nips and kisses downward. Further and further and further. âLet daddy taste you.â he demands, and you nod.
Sukuna holds your underarms and pulls you until your head droops backward, lolling over the edge of the mattress.
You wince as he slots his cock between your lips again, and he loosens the tightness of the belt still around your neck. The slight choking feeling is replaced with his hand, intent on feeling your throat bulge from the broadness of his cock.
Your legs cramp around Tojiâs head as he gets to work feasting on your folds. If not for Sukunaâs length stuffing your throat, youâd be screaming at the way he suctions his lips around your clit. He licks and sucks again and again until your mind goes blank.
âThatâs a good toy,â Sukuna chuckles darkly. âStop thinking, now, weâll do that for you.â
Toji canât get enough of your taste. He canât help but stroke himself as he pleasures you, and he grunts again and again against your heat. The fingers on his free hand sink into your doughy thighs. Heâs doing all he can do to make sure you stay put. And he wants his face to be suffocated by your cunt.
Sukuna pulls out, determined not to cum this way. Heâll only cum if heâs doing so directly into your womb. He drops to his knees, helping you up a little so you can look down at the man about to give you your second orgasm of the evening. Your head sags against Sukunaâs broad shoulder, but you manage to look through barely open eyelids to see raven locks shaking and swaying as he lashes his tongue against your clit.
ââm gonna c-cum, daddy⌠fuck.â you mutter, unsure if youâre referring to Sukuna or Toji. Neither of them seem to care, though, theyâre more focused on your wobbly thighs and spasming cunt. âNgghhâ!â you wail.
Toji slurps up your mess as you squirt all over his face. He laughs, scar pulling deliciously as he tries to catch your essence in his wide, smiling mouth. He sticks his tongue out before attaching his lips directly against the source again.
And even heâs panting when youâre finished. Completely satisfied from this alone.
Though his eyes and mind are full of desire as he fantasises about how close he is to feeling you wrapped around him.
âI want her pussy.â Toji insists, and Sukuna shrugs his shoulders.
Sukuna scoops you into his arms, and the two of them help position your near lifeless body between them. Though your pseudo-husband is the first to shove his cock into your drooling slot. Toji scowls, prepared to pull you away from him if needs be.
âI saidââ
âAnd?â Sukuna responds. âFuck her pussy, then.â
Toji is frozen, unsure of what he means. But they keep eye contact as Sukuna fully sheathes himself to the hilt. Tojiâs gaze only falters when he hears you moan from the stretch. You look up at him, your sweet doe eyes absolutely sodden with tears. And still, you bite your lip as you lose yourself to the bliss of being an object.
âOh, princess,â Toji smirks, kissing the tip of your nose before he lines his cock up with your hole. âGonna have to break this little pussy, âcause your daddyâs so selfish.â he tells you.
He hisses as he breaches inside of you, and your head falls forward to rest on his chest. They both hush you and coo sweetly as their cocks tear you apart. You arenât sure which of them he was calling selfish, but really, itâs both.
They could have taken turns if they both wanted you this way.
But they were hellbent on double stuffing you.
Their hips move in tandem, neither of them giving you a single moment to catch your breath as they bully their cocks into you again and again. Youâre screaming out moans as they pummel your insides. Youâre bound to be aching and bruised tomorrow. You donât care, though, not right now. And they certainly donât. Not when your tight little hole feels so Goddamn perfect.
âFuckâ fuck,â Toji grunts. âDonât wanna pull out.â
âDâonât.â you squeak out, and they both let out a little laugh each at your weak request.
âSheâs a little cum slut, canât get enough. Fill her up, fuck if I care. Want this little pussy bred, baby? Hm? Want your daddyâs to fuck you fullâa kids?â Sukuna teases. And you nod, itâs weak, pathetic, but determined. âGoooood girl, âm close.â
âIâm close as well, Iâm gonna fuckinâ lose it.â Toji announces, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more staggered.
The change in pace has you clenching, the third and final nail in your coffin as your pussy begins to gush for them both. Theyâre both a little embarrassed, flushing red in the face as your tightening hole leads to both of their mutual demise.
âThatâs it, take it, little slut.â Sukuna commands as he empties his balls inside of you. Toji is no better, the obscene names seem like second nature to them both.
âFuck, look at her stomach.â Toji snickers. Sukuna looks down to see your tummy swollen with their cocks and cum.
They both pull out, wholly beguiled as your body collapses onto the bed in a heap. Youâre practically asleep as they position you onto your stomach and split your legs apart to see how their sperm leaks out of your twitching cunt.
âI want another go.â Toji smirks, unable to pull his eyes away from your glittering slit.
âLet her rest a little.â Sukuna tells him. âIâm not done with her, either.â
Youâre tired.
Youâre so tired of coming to these fucking meetings.
Sukuna walks through the building with you close by. His arm around you, protectively. Somehow, you think the encounter with his rival has made him love you more. Heâs been clingier, lately, which isnât like him. He never wants to let you out of his sight, or his grasp.
Heâs been using you more too.
Itâs like how things were in the beginning again.
Youâre sure everyone knows what happened. Eyes are on you, and their full of judgement. It hurts, of course, but thereâs nothing to be done. Sukuna was right: you agreed. You did it for him and yet out of the two men who were supposed to deal with this amongst themselves, youâre the only one paying the price.
Nobody cares if their boss had a threesome.
Everyone cares if his girlfriend got used like a slut though.
Mostly, you canât bring yourself to care. As you sit down beside Sukuna, his hand rests on your thigh while you scan everyoneâs shame-filled faces. Youâd challenge any of them to care what others think of them after the night you had.
It was mind blowing.
To be dominated thoroughly by the two biggest men youâve ever met like that is a feeling you canât begin to describe. To feel so small and worthless in comparison to them. For your body to be used in whatever manner they see fit and for them to still allow you to cum despite your purpose being for their enjoymentâŚ
You havenât stopped thinking about it.
About them.
About him.
Sukunaâs hand leaves your thigh as he addresses the room. Explaining how Toji miraculously decided to back off after a firm warning. No one believes it, but everyone is happy enough. But thereâs always going to be issues and problems when youâre involved in illegal activity. So despite your nose being buried in your phone, you canât say youâre surprised when you hear Sukuna move onto the next issue.
Uraume sees you smirking as your fingers tap away at your keyboard. And it makes her smirk, too.
Toji insisted that you put your number in his phone when you spent the night. Sukuna was using the bathroom, and he forced his phone into your shaky fingers. You were panicking, but you typed fast.
Youâve been texting non-stop ever since.
Uraume thinks youâre a naĂŻve fool.
She knows exactly what youâre doing because this is what she had envisioned from the very start. She orchestrated everything. She invited Tojiâs foot soldiers to start operating their business on Sukunaâs turf; just like she is the one who informed Sukuna of the invasion with such haste and loyalty.
She is the one who hinted at where they might find you that day you were shopping with Yuuji. And she is the one who let slip to Toji what your arrangement with Sukuna is.
Sukuna respects Uraume, but he doesnât give her nearly enough credit.
She has managed perfectly to drive a wedge between you that neither of you even know is there yet. His lack of respect for your body has driven you into the willing arms of another man. Only through texting, for now, but before long that wonât be enough for you. Sukunaâs jealousy and possessiveness have made him love you more, the scales have tipped the other way and it is all to benefit Uraume.
Sukuna will find out, sheâll make sure of that.
And whether he kills you or casts you aside, it matters not to her. Because his heart will be broken either way; and she will be there to pick up the pieces. Sukuna hates how jealous you are of Uraume. But neither of you have a single solitary clue that sheâs thinking all of this through right now.
Uraume feels a little bad for you, your intuition is keen. But Sukuna will never suspect a thing. Youâre just insecure, he thinks. But Uraume applauds you for having your guard up about her.
You were right to worry.
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