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You’re aware, vaguely—but it’s that hazy, dreamlike state where nothing feels quite real. Your body won’t move. You’re not sure if you’re dreaming or just drifting somewhere in between. You feel the shift of weight as he carries you up the steps to the main house. Noticing the change in temperature as you pass through the front doors, your awareness flickering in and out like a dying light. You’re not eager to fully wake up either, because that would mean dealing with Sukuna.
“Where do you want her?” Toji’s voice rumbles through his chest beneath your cheek.
“Well, she looks awfully attached,” Sukuna replies dryly, his tone bored and a little annoyed. “Why don’t you take her to your room?”
You feel Toji’s chest shake with a low laugh.
“I like ’em a little more awake. Thanks, though.”
Sukuna clicks his tongue. “To sleep, you old fucker,” he snaps. “I was serious about keeping an eye on her at all times.”
“Fine, but I think you’re making a bigger deal out of this than you need to. She’s harmless. What trouble could she possibly get into?” Toji says, a quiet laugh rumbling in his chest.
“You won’t be saying that when her stupidity lands you in prison with multiple life sentences,” Sukuna replies. His voice shifts, like he’s pacing.
“Her sneaking out could have put all of us in serious trouble if the wrong people saw her. That’s a lot of leverage over my head.”
There’s a brief pause.
“Alright. Fair enough,” Toji concedes, and you feel him start to move.
“I’m serious, Toji. Keep an eye on her,” Sukuna adds.
“Yes, sir,” Toji mutters under his breath, the mockery barely disguised. It takes everything in you not to smile.
A door opens. A cold breeze slips in as he carries you outside, the air sharper against your skin. It’s a short walk before another door creaks open, his grip shifting slightly as he reaches over to flick on the lights.
“You gonna drop the act now?” he asks, poking lightly at your side.
You crack one eye open to look at him. A massive grin is already spread across his face.
“How’d you know?” you mumble, squirming as you try to get down.
He laughs and shifts his hold, angling you so your feet touch the floor. It takes a second for you to steady yourself.
“You started breathing real light the second we got outta the car,” he says. “Figured you were avoiding him.”
“Yeah,” you mutter, glancing around the room. “I’m not exactly happy with him.”
The place doesn’t really surprise you. It’s small, almost like a studio. A tiny kitchen sits off to the side, looking like it never gets used. You’re pretty sure he eats at the main house where Momo cooks for him. A cramped sitting area with a TV and an unmade bed takes up most of the space, and a single door, probably the bathroom, rests near the back. It’s not dirty, just… disorganized.
“I know this isn’t ideal,” he says, walking past you to a dresser. He pulls out an oversized shirt and tosses it your way. “But I already told you. You’re gonna have to figure out how to be okay with this.”
“I’m as okay with the marriage as I’m going to be. I’m just… mad, I guess,” you say quietly, gripping the shirt in your hands.
“Mad about what?” he asks, pulling a pair of sweats out of the dresser for himself.
“Mad that he’s a hypocrite,” you mumble, staring down as the fabric wrinkles tighter in your grip.
He hums, glancing at you from across the room. “And how exactly is he a hypocrite?”
“Because he won’t let me have a phone or leave or do anything for ‘security reasons,’” you snap, frustration bleeding into your voice. “But then he goes and fucks a woman in his office. In the place where all his important stuff is. How is that fair? She could be the snitch for all he knows.”
He laughs, and the sound only makes your anger burn hotter.
“He’s not letting her anywhere near anything important. I can promise you that,” he says easily. Then his smirk deepens. “But I don’t think that’s the real problem.”
“Yes, it is,” you insist, cheeks heating. “It’s not fair.”
“Mhm.” He tilts his head slightly. “I think you’re jealous.”
“What? No, I’m not,” you say quickly, face flushing even more.
“Why don’t you drop the act and tell me the real issue, kid?” Toji says, stepping closer. “I can’t help you if you’re not honest.”
“I—I…” Your eyes dart anywhere but at him, his attention suddenly feeling suffocating.
“Come on,” he says, stopping right in front of you, looking down. “You can say it. What’s actually bothering you?”
You finally force yourself to meet his eyes.
“It’s not fair that I’m stuck in this marriage too,” you admit, cheeks burning bright red. “He’s sleeping around, and I’m just… supposed to stay a virgin forever.”
He snickers under his breath.
“You don’t have to be,” he says, like the idea itself is ridiculous.
“I hate him. I’m never sleeping with him,” you shoot back, irritation thick in your tone.
“He fucked someone else,” he replies casually, a grin tugging at his mouth. “You could do the same.”
You roll your eyes. “Yeah, right. No one’s going to risk getting on his bad side just to have sex with me.”
“You sure about that?” he asks, stepping closer.
Your brain stalls, trying to catch up to what he means.
Oh.
…Oh.
Your breath catches as he leans down closing the height difference.
“Tell me no right now, and we’ll pretend this never happened,” he murmurs, voice low enough to make your thoughts scatter. “Or… I could show you what you’re missing.”
Can a voice alone make your head spin? Because you’re pretty sure that’s exactly what’s happening.
You stop overthinking and close the distance instead.
Your lips meet his though your hesitant and inexperienced. You feel him grin faintly against your mouth before his large hand comes up to cradle your face, steady and warm. He lets you set the pace, matching your slow, uncertain movements without rushing you.
After a second, you pull back, eyes wide as you look up at him, like you can’t quite believe you actually did that.
“Knew there was a sweetheart under all that attitude,” he says, a sharp glint in his eyes. “Your husband just doesn’t know how to play nice, does he?”
He doesn’t give you time to answer before he leans in again, this time taking the lead. His lips find yours more firmly, catching your bottom lip between his teeth in a gentle bite that makes you gasp. Heat blooms low in your stomach.
Toji uses the small sound as an opening, deepening the kiss. The feeling is strange but not unpleasant. You stay a little frozen at first, unsure what you’re supposed to do, as you slowly try to follow his rhythm.
His hand slides from your face down to your hips, while yours brace against his chest. His fingers hook under the hem of your shirt, lazily tracing the strip of exposed skin there, sending a sharp chill through you that makes your hands tense against him.
He grips your hips and pulls you closer until you’re pressed flush against the hard bulge.
“Wanna see you,” he murmurs against your lips.
His hands are already tugging at your shirt, and you don’t stop him when he pulls it over your head. His palm skims up your stomach, slow and deliberate, making you shudder as his fingers find the clasp of your bra and snap it open. He pushes the straps down your arms, letting the fabric fall away and leaving you bare in front of him.
“Fuuuuck,” he breathes, voice rough with amusement. “Knew you were perfect.”
His calloused hands drag along your sides before settling on your tits, heavy and possessive. His thumbs brush over your nipples before pinching them between his fingers, the sudden pain pulling a soft moan from your throat.
You should probably be embarrassed, standing there half naked while he looks at you like that. But you’re not. You’re so turned on it almost hurts.
His mouth crashes back into yours in a messy kiss, tongue running against your parted lips. He gives your nipples one last sharp pinch before his hands drop to the backs of your thighs, hauling you up like you weigh nothing. Your legs are forced to spread around his torso as he lifts you high enough to catch one of your tits in his mouth.
Your hands clutch at his shoulders, your head tipping back as he sucks and gently bites at your nipple, the sensation sending a shock straight through you. He walks you toward the bed without even looking, still focused on your chest. If you weren’t so lost in the feeling, you might be concerned about the fact he’s navigating blind but he gets you there easily.
He pulls off with a soft pop before dropping you onto the mattress. Your tits bounce slightly on impact, and his eyes track the movement like a predator watching prey. The grin he gives you makes you squirm under the weight of his gaze.
He drops to his knees and grabs the waistband of your pants and underwear, yanking them down in one rough pull. Even kneeling, he’s still fucking massive.
His hands slide under your knees and drag you closer, spreading your legs wide enough for him to fit between them. The stretch burns along your thighs.
“Bet you taste as good as you look,” he mutters, voice rough and low. “Such a sweet fuckin’ girl.”
His thumbs press in, spreading you open so he can get a better look at exactly where he wants to be.
He drags his thumb slowly down your slit, feeling just how soaked you are. It presses lightly at your entrance, barely pushing in, and you gasp at the sensation.
Then he pulls his hand away.
He leans forward, hot breath ghosting over your cunt, making your thighs tense in anticipation. He doesn’t make you wait long. His tongue flattens against your entrance and drags upward, slow and deliberate, all the way to your clit.
You moan at the warm feeling of his tongue parting you.
He does it again, tongue sliding perfectly through your folds like he’s savoring the taste of you. One of his hands comes up, fingers forming a rough V as he spreads your tiny, virgin hole open just enough to spit directly inside.
Its hot and filthy, some of it slipping back out mixed with your own wetness before his thick finger scoops it up and rubs it back over your entrance. He teases there, barely dipping inside before pulling out again.
Your hips wiggle on their own, silently begging him to put it in.
His mouth latches onto your clit and sucks harshly at the same moment his finger finally pushes inside. You whine at the intrusion, your body jolting as that single massive finger starts pumping in and out, stretching you open with every thrust.
“Oh fuck,” he mutters, voice rough and low. “You’re so fucking little.”
His eyes stay glued to where his finger is splitting you open, completely absorbed in the sight.
“Gonna ruin you for anybody else,” he continues. “Right, baby? Never gonna wanna fuck anyone but me.”
He doesn’t even give you time to adjust to the first finger before he’s shoving a second one in. You moan at the painful stretch, thighs twitching as he immediately picks up the pace.
Wet, vulgar sounds of him finger fucking you fill the small house, obscene and loud in the quiet space.
The pressure building low in your stomach is nothing like anything you’ve felt before. You might be a virgin, but you’ve touched yourself, you know what an orgasm feels like.
This is different.
This feels like you’re going to—
“Wait, WAIT…” you gasp, grabbing at his wrist, trying to pull him away.
He looks up just long enough to catch the panic on your face before his fingers crook inside you at just the right angle.
You gush around his fingers, soaking his hand and wrist as your orgasm slams into you like a freight train. A broken moan spills from your mouth while your body convulses around his soaked fingers, hips jerking helplessly against his hand.
He slows only slightly, lazily pumping his fingers in and out as he drags you through the aftershocks of your high, letting you ride out every shaking wave of it.
Begrudgingly, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you panting as you struggle to catch your breath. He brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a deep, satisfied groan.
“Such a good girl,” he mutters, voice thick. “Squirtin’ all over my fucking fingers. Knew you’d have a perfect little pussy.”
He stands, yanking his shirt over his head in one rough motion. You can’t help but stare. His chest is broad and chiseled, scars scattered across his skin, his body built in a way that feels unfair. Especially considering he’s gotta be, what… forty?
Holy shit.
You’re about to lose your virginity to a man old enough to be your dad.
A quiet giggle slips out.
“What’re you laughing about?” he asks, dragging a hand slowly down your leg, eyes still locked between your thighs like he can’t get enough of looking at your cunt.
“Just thinking you look pretty good…” you say, grinning. “…for an old man.”
“Old man, huh?” His mouth curls into something dark and amused. “You know, I’ve done a lot of terrible shit in my life.”
He grabs your ankles, crossing them easily in one hand before yanking you up toward him making you yelp. Your body almost upside down as he shoves two pillows under your hips, forcing your lower half up at a steep angle. You gasp when he lets go, your weight settling awkwardly on your upper back while your cunt is tilted perfectly toward him, right in line with the heavy bulge still straining against his pants.
“But corrupting an innocent little thing like you?” he continues, voice dropping lower, filthier. “Might be the worst one yet.”
His gaze drags slowly over your exposed body, hungry and possessive.
“When I’m done with you,” he says, gripping your thighs and spreading you wider, “you’re gonna be such a cock hungry whore you won’t give a fuck that I’m an ‘old man.’”
His thumb presses lazily against your slick entrance as he smirks down at you.
“You’ll just need me to keep you split open all the fuckin time.”
He pulls his thumb away and you whine immediately at the loss, hips twitching like your body doesn’t know what to do without the contact.
Toji just laughs.
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and boxers, dragging them both down in one smooth motion. It gives you your first real look at what had been straining against the fabric.
He’s huge.
Thick and heavy, a prominent vein running along the length of him, the flushed tip already leaking precum. Your stomach drops.
He wasn’t joking.
He really is going to split you in half.
“Not so funny now, huh?” he says, wrapping a fist around himself and pumping slowly. More precum beads at the tip before smearing along his shaft as he strokes.
He steps forward between your legs and rubs the head through your wet, swollen folds. You moan when he taps it lightly against your clit a few times.
“Ready?” he asks, lining himself up with your entrance.
“Yeah,” you say, though it comes out shaky and breathless.
He starts to push in.
Your walls burn instantly, stretching in sharp protest. Your face scrunches as a pained whimper slips out of you, your hands gripping the sheets.
“I know, I know,” he murmurs, voice softer now. “It’ll feel good in a minute. I promise.”
You try to breathe through it, chest rising and falling unevenly. Every time you think there’s no way there could possibly be more, he keeps pushing, inch by slow inch. The angle has him so deep it almost feels like he’s in your lungs, the stretch overwhelming and all consuming.
His thumb comes down to rub slow circles over your clit, a deliberate distraction from the burn.
“Almost there,” he mutters. “Such a good girl. Taking me so fucking well.”
When he finally bottoms out, he stills. His tip pressed against your cervix, making a deep ache spread inside you as he gives you a moment to adjust to the sheer size of him fully inside.
He pulls back slightly before pushing into you again, rocking his hips into yours. His thumb never leaves your clit, rubbing tight circles that make your breath hitch.
“So fucking tight, kid,” he grunts, eyes locked on where he’s buried inside you, watching himself stretch you open. “Already obsessed with this pussy.”
The ache is still there, a deep, overwhelming fullness, but then he starts hitting a spot that makes your whole body jolt. The sensation shifts.
Your sensitive pussy clenches around him as the pleasure starts to creep in, dragging you toward another orgasm.
Toji’s pace quickens, his hips snapping harder into yours, each thrust driving the tip right against that same spot inside you. The bed creaks under the force, wet, obscene sounds filling the room as he fucks into you without restraint.
Your hands clutch the sheets, knuckles whitening, desperate for something to hold onto as breathy little “ah—ah—” sounds spill from your mouth with every thrust, your body shaking beneath him while he keeps pounding into your tight, overstimulated cunt
He presses his hand low over your stomach, adding firm pressure as your already raised hips try to lift even higher off the pillows. Your body trembles violently as your orgasm crashes over you, walls clenching tight around him. His hand keeps you pinned in place while you cum beneath him.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, yanking himself out at the last second. Thick ropes spill across your slanted stomach as he pants, chest rising and falling hard.
For a few seconds, neither of you move, both of you just trying to catch your breath.
When you start to squirm, the strain on your upper back from the awkward angle finally becoming too much, he reacts quickly.
“Sorry, here,” he mutters, his voice noticeably gentler as he lifts your hips and pulls the pillows out from under you so you can finally lay flat.
Relief floods through your spine the second your back settles properly against the mattress.
“Give me a second,” he adds, tugging his boxers back up, though not before you catch the faint tint of red smeared along his dick.
Your stomach flips.
Toji disappears into the bathroom, and you hear the sink running for a few seconds before he returns with a damp cloth. He wipes your stomach first, slow and thorough, cleaning up the sticky mess before folding the cloth and moving it between your legs.
You hiss the second it touches you, the warm fabric stinging against your raw, oversensitive skin.
He winces slightly.
“Sorry, kid. That’s gonna hurt tomorrow.”
“It hurts now,” you whine, thighs twitching.
“First time’s always rough,” he says simply, grabbing your underwear and guiding them back up your legs. He helps you sit up, then steadies you as you stand, your legs still shaky while you finish pulling them on.
You sit back on the bed and pull the borrowed shirt over your head, staring blankly at the wall as you try to sort through everything you’re feeling. Your lower half aches and burns, raw in a way that makes every small movement uncomfortable.
You don’t regret it. Not even a little.
But there’s still a hollow feeling sitting heavy in your chest as you climb under the covers. Part of you wishes it had been Toji instead of Sukuna from the start. You think you would’ve liked that better.
Behind you, he pulls on a pair of sweats before turning back toward the bed.
“You okay if I sleep here too?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you mumble. “I don’t think sharing a bed is any worse than what we just did.” You try to joke, though your voice comes out softer than intended.
He huffs quietly. “Not sure that’s true, kid.”
He shuts off the lights and climbs into bed behind you, leaving a small, deliberate space between your bodies.
Clarity settles in slowly for Toji.
He stares up at the ceiling, the quiet sound of your small snores quickly filling the room, and realizes he might be getting a little too fond of you. More than he should. Definitely more than is safe.
His jaw tightens.
He just hopes he’s valuable enough that Sukuna won’t kill him the second he finds out.
…Or better yet, that Sukuna never finds out at all.