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My little bunny

Theme: nsfw

Summary: Making yourself cum was annoying, you failed to bring yourself to that edge. Thankfully your husband is tired of your shit and is going to help you.

Pair: True form! Sukuna x chubby reader

Tw: praise, fingering

A/n I need true form sukuna so badly, he’s too hot. I’m sorry noonie, I betrayed you💔

It pissed off Sukuna so much, his little wife just couldn't come up to him. Maybe it was you were just so shy, your husband was so busy already, you didn’t want to bother him with something simple.

You were desperate to finally cum, but you couldn’t bring yourself over that edge! Your body felt so warm, the wetness from your cunt wouldn’t go away no matter how many times you plunged your fingers inside your warmth. 

Your body was so used to the stretch of Sukuna’s cocks that it barely responded to your touch, it didn’t help form how horny you already were. 

Past days where you were in your shared room, nibbling on your lower lips to stifle your fake moans. You fingers rubbing your clit fast, only sparks of pleasure ran up your spine. 

You were so close to that edge, yet you couldn’t push yourself to cum! Countless times of your failed organism only made your frustration increase, tears of anger and shame pouring from your eyes.

It was no use, you just couldn’t cum! After your failed attempts you quickly dressed yourself, not wanting sukuna to barge in when you’re naked and sweaty. 

The juices from your slick cunt messed up most of your panties, leaving a wet spot. Sukuna could tell something was wrong, your normal energy was gone.

You barely put time in how you looked, your hair sprayed everywhere. You looked exhausted, as much as Sukuna would like to lie and say he didn’t care, he was concerned.

His poor sweet baby, what’s been bothering you? Many times he tries to check up on you, his large hand brushing your skin. 

Your flesh was hot, you weren’t sick. You’d flinch, attempting to dodge his touch. It made Sukuna even more confused, why can’t you tell him what’s going on.

His touch alone sends so much slick to your already sensitive cunt, the fabric of your pants rubbing uncomfortably on your clit.

Somehow you came up with dumb excuses every time Sukuna tried to come close, but you knew none of it actually fooled him. Sukuna said he’d be out for a while, this is the perfect attempt to cum.. again.

You roll yourself on the side of his bed, spreading your already wet thigh. Your fingers rub up and down your cunt, your fingers already drenched in your arousal. 

You let out a quiet kiss, the tip of your finger bumping into the already sensitive clit. You whine, rubbing your clit didn’t help ease that tension! 

“Sukuna..” you whine, you desperately needed his touch. 

Somehow, through your fried brain you remember he told you that he’d be gone for a while for something important. That means you have to struggle with your little problem, how cruel. 

Tears prickle in your eyes, why did you have to be so shy?! Suddenly, a loud creaking sound. 

4 red eyes stare at you, tracing around your body. Red eyes eyeing at your breast, belly, then focusing on your hand between your thigh. 

“So this is what you’ve been doing when I’m gone, naughty girl~” a voice coos, you recognize it.

It was Sukuna, one of his hands pushing open the door. He stands in front of the door, any light from outside of the room is blocked from his massage form. 

He locked the door behind him, the room was dark, the only thing you could see was his glowing eyes staring directly at you. 

“Oh honey, what’s wrong? You seem like a broken record~” Sukuna asks, his footsteps echoing through the room. 

You toss your blanket over your warm body, this was not something you were prepared to deal with. You thought you were sneaky, but this proves nothing! 

“No, no, don’t cover that gorgeous body of yours” Sukuna says, his glowing red eyes getting even closer to you. 

The bed dips under Sukuna weight, making you roll over near him. One of Sukuna’s hand flips you to lay on your back, another grabbing your wrist. 

Another one of his hands reaches to your cunt, rubbing through your folds. You whine, attempting to stifle your moans. His finger rub at your swollen little clit, begging for his attention.

“Poor thing, you haven’t been taking care of her~” Sukuna tuts, one of his finger dipping into your warmth.

 You let out a moan, your nails digging into his hands that keep you restrained. His finger slowly pump his finger in and out of your soaping hole, your juices already soaking his finger.

His finger rub at your sweet spots, the same ones you barely can touch. You clench around his fingers, letting out a broken moan. 

“Kuna!” You gasp, another one of his hands starts massaging your clit slowly, applying pressure to the aching bud. 

“Feeling good, baby? All you needed was me, needed me to help you cum?” Sukuna teases, kissing your cheek. 

Your eyes roll back, clenching around his finger that pump out faster. Drool seeps from the corner of your mouth, pure pleasure. 

You nod your head dumbly, not being able to think straight from the amount of pleasure at once. The feeling of his finger rubbing the warm walls makes all the words die.

He stuffs another finger in, stretching your cunt for him. He chuckles, watching all the different facial expressions on your beautiful face. 

Sukuna rubs your clit faster, along with pumping his fingers quickly into your soaking cunt. Loud wet sounds could be heard as Sukuna shows no mercy to your poor little cunt. 

“What? Gonna cum? Go on sweet girl, cum for me” Sukuna food, his eyes watching you closely.

You shut your eyes, your brows furrowing as you let out a loud moan. Your back arches as you cream around his fingers. 

You let out a broken whimpering, your thighs shaking. Sukuna’s tongue licks at your neck to your ear, while his stomach tongue licks his fingers clean. 

“Feeling a bit better?” Sukuna asks, his hands still slowly rubbing and pumping.

“Mmh” you nod, all that stress and tension being washed away with a singular organism. 

He chuckles, pushing to lay on top of him. His tongue slowly rubs up and down your cunt, drinking in your juices.

“Hey! Stop it” you say, playfully.

He chuckles, his tongue stopping its movement. He kisses your cheek, tossing a blanket over you both. 

How the different jjk characters would ask you to their matric ball (south african prom but fancier bc it's only in your last year)

Gojo: goes overboard, purposefully slightly cringe. He does it at school too. He has a poster, a fat bouquet of flowers with Lindt chocolate. Even a box of condoms as a joke (not really) He makes geto film it so he can post it on tiktok and go viral (he does) he makes a playlist to play off of a jbl speaker too.

(This one specifically)

Careless whisper and that one boys to men song are the top two songs. He also makes a song and sings it loudly and obnoxiously. For the rest of the day he's trailing behind you holding everything he got you as punishment for embarrassing you. He's humming careless whisper for the rest of the day too.

Geto: He's more subtle. He gets your favourite flowers and sweets. He doesn't do it at school he shows up to your house when he KNOWS you'll be cute so you can take pictures.

Nanami: flowers, chocolates, card, the whole nine yards. He plans the night too. Takes you out to formally ask you at your favourite restaurant. He also gives you a necklace to wear with your dress (he already knows the style you want of course)

Toji: passes a note to you in class and asks you. When you say no he waits by your locker to ask you. When you say no again he FINALLY buys some flowers to ask you.

Choso: He's sweet, similar to geto he asks you in private. He's super nervous, so you can tell he wants to ask you something. He has your favourite book or manga and a card that he shoves in your hands while quickly asking you if you'll be his date to the MD, but it's okay if you say no. You two are the ones that end up a couple after MD (and the only truly cute couple)

Sukuna: does not ask you. Shows up to your house with a nice car. You wonder how he got your exact dress colour to match the hankerchief in his breastpocket.

Shoko: She's nonchalant. She wasn't even planning on going until you kept hinting and hinting (no subtlety at all). Then she started asking about your dress colours and plans so she could work out her own. Then one morning you opened your locker to a card and a singular rose asking you officially and apologising for not realising you meant as dates for the longest time. (Oblivious lesbian shoko is MY CANON)

Yuki: Said you're her date from grade 8. And she meant it. Except she didn't think you'd be going as dates and not as friends. (YEARNER YUKI) Does the whole nine yards. Flowers, chocolates,sweets, and cutesy teddy bear, she makes a big fat deal of it.

How the different jjk characters would react to you threatening to hit them (affectionately ofc)

Gojo: "don't threaten me with a good time"

Geto: side eyes you and calls you a worthless monkey.

Nanami: walks away bc he doesn't have the time to entertain your bullshit he's employed.

Shoko: would slap you back

Toji: "dont make threats you cant keep woman" but he would stop whatever he's doing bc this is your house and he cant risk being kicked out. (He wouldn't easily find someone else as mentally fucked as you to let him stay rent free)

Choso: would lowk start yapping abt you being similar to yujis very close personal friend megumi.

Sukuna: would set you on fire

Mahito: would turn you into a ping pong ball to use when playing against Kenjaku

Can you tell I made this bc I was inspired by gojo the freak.

Posters | Multifandom (see below)

November 1 - 2, 2024

Nov 1 - Printing + Pickup

Nov 2 - Cutting excess print margins

Printer Ink on Paper

The posters I made for Anifest! Fully realized and tangible!!

There are 4 designs:

Made in Abyss | Riko, Meinya, Reg, Nanachi, Prushka, Turbinid Dragon

Hellboy | Hellboy

Jujutsu Kaisen | Sukuna

Spirited Away | Bathhouse, No face

Did some test prints at my uni. Would've straight up just printed them there if it wasn't for the discolouration that was consistently showing up on one side of the paper.

Printed the final posters at a printing shop near my uni because I wanted them to be good quality. Printed 15 copies of each one (very funny on my part).

I really love these posters. Having my own digital art printed is really sick and I legitimately look at and appreciate my own skills whenever I look at these posters irl. I'm really happy with them and happy that I haven't come to look at them as flawed as I do with a lot of the art I make. I truly became a beast for this artist alley.

this is the kind of shit that makes me delusional. yes, i could be a bottle girl. and absolutely, a filthy rich and drop dead gorgeous man would pick me out of everyone in the clerb.

obviously.

To love me better

Tags: Yakuza Lord!Sukuna x fem!Reader, american!Reader, forced/arranged marriage, dark romance trope, dead dove, age gap romance (reader is around 21-22, Sukuna is 37) heavy dacryphilia, finger sucking, use of “good girl”, use of pet names, Sukuna is his own warning.

Synopsis: Yakuza Lord!Sukuna owns all of entertainment district. You’re trying to work to put yourself through law school. He has a proposition for you, and you have one for him.

An: I fear that I was going to explode if I didn’t write this. I’ve been in a not good headspace. Blah blah blah school sucks blah blah work sucks blah everything sucks. I’m sorry if this sucks too. Edit - I forgot to mention that this will be a multi-part fic.

*art creds for sukuna image goes to @.maru6 here on tumblr

Nothing in this life comes for free.

Your father taught you from a very early age to never take handouts from anyone because they’ll always benefit the other person more. He was an immigrant to Japan, and he worked hard for every yen he made.

He instilled that same work ethic in you.

After being hurt on the job from working in a poor environment, your father became very ill. He couldn’t move around as much. Sitting up out of bed made him feel winded. He slowly withered away into a shell of the man who once raised you.

Your mom was long gone. She couldn’t help out, nor did she even want to.

All you were left with was a pile of debt and utter rage. Had your father not been taken advantage of by greedy corporate conglomerates, he would still be here today.

It inspired you to want to go to law school. Your dad should’ve received a hefty settlement check for what he endured from his workplace conditions. The money wouldn’t have solved everything, but it would’ve alleviated some of the stress your dad dealt with in his final days.

You’ll never forget how hoarse his voice sounded while he was on the phone with different agencies, trying to sue that place who forced him into an early grave.

You’ll never forgive them for stealing your dad away.

If you were more ambitious, you’d work to try to change the system entirely, but you knew that wasn’t your fight to face. You wanted to help the already disadvantaged families who were facing injustices beyond their control.

So, you started law school. You were smart enough for it. You had the heart. You just didn’t have a special last name to fund your college tuition. You were a first generation Japanese American in the family. While both your parents were born in America, you were born in Japan, but you were still an outsider.

You were never properly indoctrinated in the culture. Sure, you knew the basics. You knew proper etiquette and appropriate behaviors to live in Japan, but you didn’t understand the layers of how society operated. It was as if you were never assimilated into society as a Japanese citizen.

Your dad wasn’t born here, so he never could explain to you how your last name means everything in this town.

Despite it all, you’d become a lawyer even if you had to bury yourself into debt to do it. You’d work to put yourself through college. You’d do it and bear a smile on your face because you don’t take fucking handouts.

That lead you to becoming a bottle girl at one of the most exclusive clubs in the entertainment district: Malevolent Mass.

The manager said you had the right look, whatever that means. It didn’t matter. He hired you on the spot despite your lack of a substantial last name.

This would be fine. You’d work at night on the weekends and put yourself through school during the day, and you’d keep it a secret from your school, knowing you could lose your position in the prestigious school.

It was a perfect plan, right?

Yes, it was perfect.

Customers seemed to love your polite attitude and warm hospitality. You had quickly made a name for yourself in the few short nights you had worked there.

It was only your second weekend, and your section was full. It was almost comprised entirely of men and their gold digger wives, but you got use to the sexual comments and predatory smiles.

The environment was heavily secured. When you were hired, the managers made sure to show you where security was posted up at every dark corner. They also showed you where cameras were located and assured you that not anyone could just walk into Malevolent Mass.

However, you were well aware that the most dangerous people often worse suits and golden Rolex’s.

It was a busy Friday night. You had already shotgunned two 5 Hour Energy drinks, and you had been steadily sipping on a Monster throughout your shift. You had been in classes all day, and you were scheduled to work until close at 4am.

“Cherry, can we get another round of champagnes?” a sleazy voice pipes up, calling you by your codename. The club was so security driven that they gave all the bottle girls codenames to protect their identities.

“Yes sir,” you respond with an entirely fake bright smile. Your buzzed customers couldn’t tell the difference especially with the low lighting and bass boosted music.

As you walked over towards the bar, your eyes fall onto another table. A man was leaned back with his hands behind his head. He looked entirely relaxed as a girl was bent over your lap.

A crease formed between your eyebrows. They couldn’t be serious, right? Malevolent Mass had a whole downstairs portion dedicated to public sexual acts and other deviant kinks. Why the fuck were they doing that in the normal club area?

As you took a step further, ready to confront them, you realized that the girl was positioned oddly. She wasn’t angled towards his crotch, instead she was hovering over his thigh.

That’s when you noticed she had a rolled up 10,000 yen note, and she was snorting a white powdery substance off the man’s thigh.

Holy fuck, you were in over your head.

Stumbling back towards the bar, you felt your head start to spin a little. It was probably due to fact you’d only consumed energy drinks in the past 12 hours.

“Girl. You don’t look too good,” the bartender, Yorozu, said as she guided you to take a seat. “Are you okay?” she asked cautiously. Compared to the other bottle girls and dancers, Yorozu was the closest thing you had to a friend in this establishment.

“I’m fine,” you quietly replied, shaking your head. It was just drugs. You needed to take a chill pill. It’s not like people go to clubs like this just for some liquid courage.

Yorozu put a glass of water in front of you anyways, not quite believing your words. “Here. I promise you get used to it all,” she offered with a kind smile.

You gave her an appreciative smile as you took a sip of the water. Your hand was trembling, and you realized you had been sweating.

The water felt nice, and you inwardly warded off energy drinks for the rest of the night. It wasn’t worth feeling like a panicky mess.

“I need another bottle of Dom Prignon for booth 12,” you said as you looked back up towards Yorozu. She nodded and walked towards the back to retrieve the bottle of too expensive champagne.

While she was gone, you took a deep breath and looked around towards the security posts. It felt like a small safety blanket in a place like this. Finishing your glass of water, you felt infinitely better as she returned with the bottle.

“Here you are! Let me know if you need anything else, and seriously, don’t feel bad for reacting that way. It’s a bit of a culture shock for everyone during their first few nights,” she assured you as she handed you the bottle.

“Thanks, I appreciate you,” you replied with a genuine smile. Yorozu had a nice energy to her like you felt like you could get close to her one day. A girl friend would be nice to have in a place like this.

As you walked back over to your section, your lips curled into a frown as empty seats filled your eyes. Had they gotten tired of waiting and abandoned your section?

You felt disappointed as you looked around for your customers. They were nowhere to be found, but one silhouette remained in the very back corner.

“Did you bring that bottle for me? How sweet. Too bad I don’t drink,” a deep gravely voice spoke up with a hint of condescension and pure predatory prowess.

You hesitate as it feels like the air in the club shifts simply from this man’s presence alone.

“You don’t drink..?” your voice is uneasy. You feel off balance while interacting with the man tucked away in a dark corner.

“No,” the stranger replied, and he leaned forward a bit, propping his elbows on his knees as his eyes were staring straight at you. “Don’t be shy, girl. Come closer. I won’t bite…” the condescension in his voice tells you otherwise.

You swallow thickly before slowly taking a few steps closer. As you approached him, you were able to see him in all of his glory. The breath is completely sucked from your lungs as you’re able to finally get a good look at him.

He wore a white button-up top with black slacks that really didn’t leave much for the imagination. His sleeves weee rolled up to his elbows, showing off tattoos on his arms.

His face was hauntingly alluring. His tattoos also went up to his face. He had intricate lines under his cheeks that stretched down to his chin. His hair was a natural light rosy color that was pushed up from his forehead. It looked effortless and messy, unlike most business men who rely way too heavily on hair gel.

His eyes were a soft crimson color that looked like blood that had been spilled. A jarring scar slashed over his left eye, but it wasn’t ugly by any means. No, this man held a god-like status when it came to looks. However, his energy felt nothing short of daunting and corrupt.

“Who comes to a club to not drink?” you ask nervously, having to fill the eerie silence with something. It felt like you were suffocating in this man’s presence.

A rugged chuckle leaves his lips, and he tilts his head back slightly. It feels like his laugh sticks to you, making you relax and tense back up all at the same time. You can feel every yen he’s worth with each chuckle.

“If you must know, I come here for a… different sort of entertainment,” he says as his lips curled into a smirk. His eyes unabashedly roam your body — twice before he meets your gaze again.

“Oh, that’s downstairs,” you reply as you feel relieved. This man was just in the wrong section. Surely, you’d guide him to where he needed to go, and you’d be free from whatever kind of verbal hostage situation this was.

“I’m content with where I’m at,” he says with a sort of finality that leaves little room for argument. “Come closer, doll.”

His arm props up on the back of the curved booth, and his legs part into that sort of manspread position where he takes up a good portion of the booth with his massive size.

“I-“

The man pulls a clip of money from his suit, and he makes a show out of flipping through the money before he lays six 10,000 yen notes on the table.

What the hell.

“60,000 yen for you to shut up and come closer,” he says in a voice that lacks the faux kindness he was putting on earlier.

Every survival instinct in your body was telling you to run, but your brain was telling you that 60,000 yen was enough to cover your student housing and for a train pass for a month.

You slowly inch closer, your heels not even lifting from the ground.

The man gives you an amused look as he raises an eyebrow at you. “How much for you to sit on my lap?”

“I-I’m not a dancer..” you reply sheepishly, wondering if he thought you were one of the performers for the club.

“Good thing I’m not asking you to dance, doll. I’m asking you to sit in my lap,” His lips curl into a feline grin. He’s enjoying toying with you like this. “So, I’ll ask only one more time. How much?”

Your heart is pounding against the confines of your ribcage. It felt like you had a little angel on your shoulder telling you that selling this man your time will only further escalate, but the little devil on your other shoulder was telling you to milk him for whatever he was willing to give.

You stayed silent for a few minutes, calculating what a whole month’s expenses would cost you along with the 60,000 yen you already made.

“90,000 yen,” you sheepishly murmur, bracing yourself for him to yell at you for even suggesting such a high number.

There was a beat of silence before the sound of more money being unfolded was heard. He chuckled as he placed down nine more 10,000 yen notes.

“Look at you being all cute while asking for money from me,” he teased, resting his back against the back of the booth. His hand patted his thigh, signaling for you to take a seat.

“I’m not asking— You offered!” you protested, feeling a bit defensive that he would suggest that you just asked him for money.

“Don’t take such a whiny tone with me, doll. I’m only teasing you,” he says as he gestures to his lap yet again. “Sit.”

You bite your bottom lip as you look down towards his lap. You were really about to sit on this stranger’s lap for money… If your dad could see you now, he’d probably disown you.

Good thing he isn’t here.

You slowly walked over towards him, and you carefully take a seat on one of his thighs, planting your feet firmly on the ground so you’re slightly hovering. You need to be able to get away from him at a moment’s notice.

A strong hand slowly snaked up your back, towards your hair, and you tensed up quickly. The stranger wrapped his hand around the back of your neck.

“If I have to tell you again, I’m taking back my money. Sit,” he viciously growled in your ear.

You were already this far in. You should see this through. This club is safe. You were sure of it.

As you slowly allowed yourself to prop your full weight across his lap, your eyes scan around the club, looking at the security points. None of the men would even glance in your direction as if they were purposefully ignoring your section.

What did you just get yourself into?

“See? Was that so hard?” he taunted as his hand slowly dropped down to clasp around your hip. “Why is an angel like you in a club like this?”

Everything in you told you not to answer that question. As soon as he knew your weakness, he’d definitely use it to his advantage, but he probably already knew money was a good motivator for you.

“I didn’t know there was a no angel policy,” you say, trying to remain casual as you flash him a small smile.

A deep chuckle erupts from his chest. He appreciates you trying to use humor to deflect. Clever girl.

“I suppose you’re right,” he rolls his head to the side, cracking his neck from both sides. The sound of bones popping causes a shudder to go through your body. This man was good at giving a false sense of security. “But angels don’t last long in a place like this. It would be a pity to see you be ruined.”

His other hand firmly rested against your thigh, right above your knee. He gives your leg a light squeeze. “Tell me your name, doll.”

“Cherry,” You respond without missing a beat, giving your code name instead of your real name.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” he asks, allowing his fingertips to glide against the exposed skin of your thigh. Your breath picks up in speed, noticing he’s getting more bold with touching you.

“Am I suppose to?” you ask, genuinely curious if this man was some big shot that you were suppose to know.

You very rarely kept up with politics, only knowing major crime names from your law classes, and you definitely didn’t keep up with conglomerates. This man wouldn’t be the first millionaire to walk through the doors of Malevolent Mass, and he wouldn’t be the last.

Another deep raspy chuckle escapes him. “No, I actually find it quite cute you don’t know who you’re dealing with.”

His hand slithered up your back once again, and this time he grabbed a fistful of your head, tugging your head back to look up at him. A gasp slips past your lips as your eyes meet his crimson ones.

“Tell me a secret, cherry,” he hisses your codename like it’s disgraceful on his tongue. “Do you belong here?”

You think to try to get up from his lap, but his other arm has worked to secure you to him tightly. The security men aren’t even glancing in your direction. No one would hear you over the music blasting if you tried to scream, and if this man was as important as his inflated ego suggested, no one would likely even help you.

You’ve done everything thus far to get out from underneath the rich man’s thumb, but it feels like every time you take one step forward, something pushed two steps back.

Do you belong anywhere? No where feels like home after your dad passed. Tears stung into your eyes. Why were you thinking of him at a time like this? He can’t save you now.

The man’s lips twitched into a smirk as he saw the tears building in your eyes. That alone was confirmation enough. You didn’t belong here at all.

His other hand reaches up to your face, and he gently strokes your cheek — a contrast to how tightly he was holding your hair. “Such a pretty crier,” he deep gravely voice coos to you.

You can’t even help it at this point. You try to blink the water away from your eyes, but the tears slip down your cheeks anyway. You just silently cursed yourself for ruining your own makeup.

“You’re a crybaby, aren’t you?” he asked as his fingers brush against your pouty lips, and he grabs your chin carefully. “Open.”

Accepting defeat, your lips part ever so slightly for him, and you can feel the way his heart races in his chest from the sight. He narrowly eyes you as two of his fingers slip past your lips.

You’re momentarily stunned from his thick fingers filling your mouth. You feel a thrum between your thighs, but you try to ignore it. Surely, your body was just betraying you, and his body was betraying him. You were able to feel every inch of his hard on through his slacks. The sight of your tears only served to spur him on further.

When you give his fingers a light suckle, he purrs a praise for you. Leisurely, he thrusts his digits in and out from your mouth. He admires the way you accept them in without a single complaint.

“Such a good girl for me. Try a little harder,” his voice darkly instructs you as he slides his fingers deeper past your tongue, hitting your inexperienced throat.

Your throat involuntarily constricts, causing you to gag and cry more. You hum around his fingers as you whimper. He merely laughs at your pitiful display.

“We’ll have to train your cute little throat to take more, won’t we?” he asked, making a dull ache settle in your lower stomach. You had never done anything like this, and the way he was treating all this so casually filled you with some sort of… excitement.

His words also struck you with fear as you realized this meant he was likely far from being done with his antics.

His fingers continue until you’ve coated them in a thin sheen of saliva. When he pulled from you, you were panting even though he hadn’t taken away your ability to breathe.

He smirked as he gazed at you as if he can tell that your cunt is clenching around nothing right now. It’s like he knows every perverse desire you’ve fantasized about in your alone time.

“You’re a vision, doll. I’m going to have so much fun breaking you,”

Before you could even think to inquire what he meant by that, an unfamiliar male voice spoke up to your side, causing you to flinch slightly. The other man was dressed in basic business attire, but he had a scrappier look to him.

“Sir?”

The stranger tensed, and you could practically see all the playful taunting energy in his face melt away. He stared daggers into the newcomer’s soul. “Speak.”

“Members of the Gojo clan were spotted near Dante’s 7th circle,”

“Dammit, what a pest,” the pink-haired male growled. He clearly didn’t fancy being interrupted.

You perked up a little from the mention of the infamous Gojo clan. You had heard plenty of whispers about the clan fluttering about on campus, and the clan had been brought up momentarily in your organized gangs class before the professor quickly shut down the conversation.

Yakuza clans were talked about in school, but the professors were very careful about what they chose to say, knowing that members were everywhere amongst them.

The stranger carefully moved you from his lap, and he stood up, gathering himself before turning to you. “You behave. I have to go tend to something, but I’ll be back for you,” he said as he reached into his coat, and he casually tossed a whole clip of yen onto the table.

Your eyes widened at the stack of money sitting on the table, and your heart began to race. It felt like the last two hours had been a complete blur, but now, you were face with a thick stack of money — probably enough to cover you for at least three months… and you weren’t even done with your shift yet.

Your excitement was quickly overshadowed by fear. He was coming back for you. How intertwined had you gotten yourself into this mess?

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I needed to draw this