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Toji Fushiguro waltzes into your life on a summer night, he pulls you into his side and tells you to keep walking, and at first, you think you’re about to be mugged, but instead, he gets rid of the presences that’s been plaguing you for years.
He tells you it was a curse, well curses, and that they had set their sights on you, and your impressive amount of cursed energy. The words struck a chord in you, reminiscent of things your father would tell you about before he had died of a heart attack at 43. But he had been a normal man, you argued, a man who took care of you, went to work, and died in a way befitting a stressed salaryman in Japan.
“Perhaps your pops or something was a Jujutsu Sorcerer as a kid and ran away, wouldn’t blame him,” is his only response.
Your father can’t confirm anything, after all, he’s six feet under. But finally, you have a name to the apparitions you’ve seen since you were a child. A name to the apparitions that everyone had always called you crazy for, a name to the apparitions that every psychiatrist had increased the dosage of medicines for.
Of course, your intrigue grows, and you beseech him to tell you more about the Jujutsu world, and teach you how to protect yourself. You’ve known about the presence of curses since you were young, and you never want to feel them again. He’s reluctant at first, but it was nothing that your impressive bank balance couldn’t change.
“The Jujutsu world is full of biased, sexist, pieces of shit,” he starts every time.
He teaches you the basics, what cursed energy is, how and why it manifests. He teaches you how to weaponize it, “you’ve got an awful lot of it. The highers would love to see you wed and have you produce lots of little sorcerer babies I reckon.” He never says it in a way that seeks to demean you, only in a way that tells you he’s stating the facts, cold and unmovable.
“You’ve been releasing that cursed energy and covering yourself the way a sorcerer would all your life, you’ve been protecting yourself unconsciously? That’s impressive,” Toji says, and you preen under his praise.
He teaches you more, controlling the energy and how to protect yourself. He tells you about innate techniques, the Ten Shikigami of his family, tells you about how he left because he possessed no cursed energy and was considered less than dirt.
“I wish I could give you my energy,” you say, “you would use it better than I ever could.” He snorts and ruffles your hair, tugging you into a little side hug “it’s yours to use.” This close to him, you note that he smells like the sun.
In the next spring, Toji grips your hands excitedly, eyes alight, “I’m going to be a father,” he tells you, grinning. His smile is splitting his face, and your heart is breaking. “You never told me you had a partner,” you say.
“Oh I never told you?” He pulls out a ring on a chain, “I’m married.”
Megumi Fushiguro arrives in winter, pale and squalling. And with his arrival, Megumi’s mother and Toji’s wife withers away, the birth too harsh on her body. You don’t know what to do, as you rock Megumi in your arms, his father out drinking.
He had sobbed at the funeral, and then again over the dirt where she lay, hand on her tombstone, other on Megumi’s stroller, rocking it in an attempt to keep the infant asleep as you hold an umbrella over the father and son, shielding them from the rain.
With his mother gone, you became a stand-in parent for Megumi of sorts, bringing him to the park, cleaning up his scrapes, letting him nap in bed with you as his father spiralled down into his grief, and spent less and less time with his son. You found that Toji’s grief was akin to a stone thrown into a lake.
He sank down to the bottom, and without external assistance, was unable to surface.
“Fushiguro,” you shake him, he’s lying in his own vomit, you realise. “Megumi, go to your room, I’ll be with you soon sweetheart.” Megumi, ever the sweetheart, as your nickname for him goes, nods. As soon as Megumi is out of earshot, you slap Toji.
You’re aware that Toji could break your neck and snap the bones in your body like a twig if he wanted to, but you’re angry. The man smells like cheap booze and filth, gone is his sunny summer smell.
He curses, glaring at you over his shoulder.
“How could you show Megumi that side of you?” You hiss angrily. You grip your cell phone, “he called me because he didn’t know what to do about his father lying in a pool of his own vomit!” Toji groans, sitting up as you continue on. “You need to see a therapist, you can’t let this go on-”
“Why do you act like you’re my wife?” He cuts you off. You halt, the words burn, because once, you wanted nothing more than to be that. Maybe you still do, it’s hard to say. He snorts, “you’d like that wouldn’t you? To be my little housewife? Take care of my son and greet me when I come home and scrub the blood off me?”
You’re no fool, you’re well aware that Toji is a killer for hire.
You look away, “please wash yourself up Fushiguro.” You stand, turning to walk out of the room. “Won’t you join me?” He asks. “I need to clean the vomit and give Megumi breakfast first,” Toji laughs as he rises, stretching, walking out to the bathroom, “perhaps I should marry you if this goes on.” He places a hand on your head, ruffling your hair as he passes you. Even as he’s this close, you can’t smell the sun on him anymore.
Megumi chows down on the sandwiches like his life is depending on it. “Hey slow down Megumin! The food isn’t going anywhere,” you tease, patting his head. “Can you make this again for me next time?” You smile, “since when have I not?”
“Do-” he shoots you his sweetest smile over his sandwich, “do I get dessert if I eat slowly?” You smile back, “ginger cake in the fridge.” Encouraged by the thought of dessert, Megumi starts to chew slower.
With Megumi distracted by the promise of ginger cake, you move to take a shower.
You crack the door of the toilet open, “Fushiguro I’m coming in,” you call softly. You peel off your clothes, well aware of his gaze on you. His hands are on you in an instant, running up and down the planes of your body.
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His hand slides up, pinching a hardening nipple between his fingers. “Someone’s excited,” he hums before dipping his head down, you moan, the friction of his tongue against your nipple has you humming in pleasure.
“Shhhh,” he taps your mouth, “all that about how dare I show my son such a ugly side of myself only for you to climb in after me and bare yourself to me like a whore, begging to be fucked while he eats his breakfast.”
“We have to be quick,” you murmur, aware that once Megumi finishes his breakfast, he will come looking for his father and you. He pulls you towards him, aligning his tip with your entrance. He pushes in, one swift moment, you gasp sharply, pain at the sudden sensation of being filled so wholly, so fully.
He gives you a moment to adjust, allowing you to lean on his shoulder for support." You can move now", you murmur.
He wastes no time, pressing you against the wall, canting his hips upward, his length hitting deep. He groans as your walls clench around him. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he groans, “you’re so tight, so perfect, so beautiful”. He pulls out halfway, before pushing back in sharply.
He lifts a leg up, hiking it over his shoulder before continuing to thrust in sharply. The new angle has you gasping as he hits even deeper than before. He moves a hand down, rubbing circles over your clit.
You feel the familiar tightening in your stomach, “g-gonna cum, Toji, I’m-” your voice breaks off into a moan as he suckles on your nipples. You can feel him smile with his face buried into your breast as he increases the speed of his ministrations on your clit, never once letting up on his thrusts. He’s a master at pleasing you.
“Don’t be shy, let me hear your pretty noises,” he says, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. You release, body shuddering as the height of your pleasure racks through you. With your orgasm done, he chases his own, thrusts turning slightly sloppy.
“Gonna fill you up, give you my babies gonna make you my little wife,” he mumbles, “I bet you’d like that, taking care of Megumi and our kids,” you clench around him at his words;you do enjoy the idea. The idea of being Toji’s wholly, having his claim staked on you.
“I love you, Toji I love you,” you sob, the words pouring out, “Toji please make me yours I want it so bad Toji please please please-” your words send him over the edge, and he cums, hot seed spilling into your cunt.
He pulls his softening dick from you, and you grimace as you feel the combination of his seed and your juices ooze out of you, sliding down your leg.
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He won’t say anything about your confession, it isn’t the first time you’ve told him you love him, and it won’t be the last. But while you are hopelessly in love with him, he still pines for his wife. You’ve both settled for this, he uses you to forget the pain, and you let yourself be used because that’s what fools in love do.
You settle for this because it’s better than not being seen.