gambling date

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Rating:
Explicit

Archive Warning:
Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:
F/M

Fandom:
呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu
Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship:
Fushiguro Toji/Reader, Fushiguro Toji/You, Zenin
Toji/Reader, Zenin Toji/You

Character:
Fushiguro Toji, Zenin Toji, Reader

Additional Tags:
NSFW, Swearing, Vaginal Fingering, Drunk Reader, POV
Second Person, Semi-Public Sex, Age Difference, Older
Man/Younger Woman

Language:
English

Stats:
Published: 2021-09-01 Words: 2395
 gambling date
by rexann
Summary

“Can’t wait till we get home, hm?”

“Your fingers, enough for now, please.”

Notes

I used Zenin as his last name.

See the end of the work for more notes
You were watching your favourite show, hiding beneath the
sheets with a bunch of chips to accompany your Saturday
night, when suddenly the door to your room opened by the one
and only; Zenin Toji. Your boyfriend for 5 years.
He sighed after he found out you didn’t even recognize his
presence because you were too focused on your PC and the
earphone stuffing your ears.
And of course you would jump out when somebody plugs out
the earphone from your left ear, knowing that you should be
alone in your room. You were about to knock this person in
the face but you stop the moment you see Toji right in front of
you.
Of course. Who else would know your apartment’s code other
than Shoko, Suguru, Gojo, and Toji.
“Easy there, kid. No need to throw a punch at me.” Toji
chuckles seeing your furious face with your hand balled up in
the air, ready to beat him up, instead of screaming like a girl
normally would do.
You sighed in relieve but then your facial expression start
changing to frowning, “you fucking—”
“—I’m gonna stop you right there,” Toji cut you off eventually
and yanked the sheets away to reveal you in your shorts and
baggy shirt, which was his.
“HEY!” You were about to protest but then again, Toji didn’t
give you a chance.
“Wear something normal.” He said, standing straight while
folding his hands to his chest, lowkey admiring you. How the
fuck are you just chill but can be this attractive, he think to
himself.
Even after 7 years of knowing each other, and the 5 of them
dating him, sometimes you couldn’t even guess every move he
made, so you narrowed your eyebrows and asked him, “why?”
Toji raised his left eyebrow, tilting his head and with an
unbelievable tone, he asked you back, “why, you asked?”
“What? Did I forget something?”
“Don’t act innocent now. I’m trying to be a good boyfriend
and take you out on a date in our 5th year together.”
You blink your eyes a few times before realization hits you
like a truck. “Oh fuck, I did forget, didn’t I?”
“Did you now?” He asked after sighing, almost laughing while
witnessing the sight of his little girlfriend looking so lost.
“Shit. I’m sorry man, I got caught a lot of—”
“—assignments. I know, baby. ’s fine, get dressed, I’ll be
waiting in the kitchen.”
“Yeah, okay.” You said as you watched his back turning to
you, closing your door.
By the way he dressed, which was just a pair of black jeans
and black shirt, you supposed this is just going to be a casual
date like you two always do. So you slip in your black high-
waisted tennis skirt, and white crop top cardigan.
You were too lazy to wear make-up since he would whine
because waiting for you for too long to get ready, so you just
put on lipgloss and done with your outfit.
As soon as you step out of your room, Toji’s attention already
focuses on your lips. Shining through the lights in your
apartment room.
He approaches you, reaching out his hands to your waist and
leaning in to kiss you but you quickly back up from him,
dodge his kiss.
And it makes Toji frown, looking at you with his annoyed lips.
“A simple kiss won’t hurt you, dumbass. Stop resisting me.”
You rolled your eyes. “From you, it’s never going to be just ‘a
simple kiss’ Toji.”
“So you ain’t going to give me a kiss? Even just a little bit,
innocent kiss?” His breath right before your neck, tickling the
sweet spot as he closes his body to yours.
“Tsk.” You clicked your tongue, annoyed by how easily you
gave up on him in this kind of situation, where you two missed
each other’s touch.
You give him a really quick smooch on his lips and
immediately escape from his hands that were caging you
before. And your little acts draw his small smirk, catching you
up to go out of the apartment.
7 years ago, you were just a 15 years old teenager, a first year
student in Jujutsu High School, dropping by the bus stop to
catch the next bus after school.
And Toji was there too. A college student, waiting for his
friend to pick him up after beating up some bad guys, while
smoking cigarettes, did not even bother despite the fact that
blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, drew a vertical
scar over his lips.
You coughed louder, trying to tell him that this bus stop was a
‘no smoking’ area, but his stupid ass just standing still, didn’t
give a single fuck and you were annoyed by his behavior.
You clicked your tongue, walked up to him, and as he giving
you a ‘what the fuck is your problem’ look, you ignored him
and straight up yanking away the cigarettes from his lips, drop
it to the ground and you step on it.
“Are you fucking blind?” You said as you pointed to a big ass
‘no smoking’ sign beside him. “If you really want to die then
just go die alone, fucking dumbass.”
People around you start whispering something that you can
barely even hear but you and him knew that it was about both
of you eventually.
Toji blinks a few times, trying to process what the fuck did this
little fucker do to him just a few seconds ago.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Was the very first
sentence Toji said to you, with his raspy, deep voice.
“A motherfucker who can read, unlike you.” You spat, shoving
a band-aid to his chest, “and wipe that stupid blood off your
face, fuckass.”
Two years after a fuck ton of encounters, toji was graduated
from his major, and you graduated from your high school too,
he came up to your school, out of nowhere, just to throw a big
ass bouquet flower and other gifts he got from his fans to you.
“Call me fucking simp and I will end you right here right
now.” He confessed, looking away from you, trying to keep
his cool and buried his fluttering chest, seeing you grow up to
a fine young adult.
“Yeah? How about loverboy?” You snorted, embraced all the
flowers and gifts from him and walked him out of the school
gate to prevent gaining people’s attention too much.
“Do whatever the hell you want.” He grumbled.
It was five years ago. Now, you’re currently continuing your
school to a magister, and Toji is taking over his dad’s big ass
business since he’s the oldest son in the Zenin Family. But, the
only one of his bad habits never really left him; gambling.
The both of you riding his motorbike, the city lights almost
blinding your sight, even though the winds are blowing pretty
strong, Toji’s black hoodie keeping you warm.
You weren’t even surprised anymore when he took you on a
date and you arrived in the familiar casino building; his
favorite place since he was still so young.
Almost everyone in that huge ass room greets Toji when you
two pass by, straight to the private room where his friends are
already waiting for him there. The vibe was the same as any
other club, and your mood start to adapt with the situation, so
you thought to yourself, fuck it, Toji know what you need. A
break from those fuck ton of assignments. And you accept it.
As Toji signs you to sit with him on the corner table with his
two other friends, you stop in the middle of this private area
that at least there are 30 to 40 people, trying to blend with the
vibes.
You shake your head, refuse his offer, and signing him that
you want to go to the dance floor and get fucking crazy for the
night, and Toji give you an approval look.
But after an hour or two, Toji started doubting his decision to
let you go all out because now you were almost sweeping the
floor with a few girls on the dance floor, holding a glass of
alcohol, already high.
Maybe he should just make you sit with him from the start. Or
maybe not. Because when Toji was about to take you out from
the dance floor, you already walked away and went towards
him.
“You’re going to sit with me for the rest of the night.” He
demands, spreading his legs apart to let you sit on his lap.
“Mmh, ’m not drunk but whatever.” You mumbled, trying to
find a comfort position on one of his thighs.
The way your cheeks redden, and your heavy eyelids, Toji
knows you’re already drunk enough. So he tightened his grip
on your waist, but the cards on his hands never left his fingers
too.
Toji’s literally enjoying himself, holding his two favourite
things in this world. But it seems so hard to find your comfort
position on his lap, and the grumbling from your mouth never
stops either.
“Quit moving around like that,” he said, and you can hear the
warning tone from him. “What’s wrong?”
“Mhmm,” you nuzzle your face to his shirt, “hot… ’s so hot in
here.”
Toji watch your eyes drop and a burst of red creep to your
neck, to the tip of your ears. You get off from his chest,
awkwardly sitting straight on his lap, you tug the hem of the
hoodie, trying to take it off.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” He hissed, slightly
mad.
“Chill out man, ’m still wearing clothes under this hoodie.”
You mumble and finally take off the hoodie and you throw it
away to only God know where. Leaving you with just a white
crop top cardigan and your high-waisted skirt, straddling Toji’s
lap and pressing your cheek to his shoulder.
Toji sighed in relief, he finally can continue playing cards with
his friends, who were trying not to take a look at Toji’s cute
little girlfriend that actually kicked their ass twice when they
were still in college with Toji.
With your back facing the table, hiding from everybody’s
view, Toji’s free hand landing on your lower back, caressing it
ever so slowly, trying to get you sober up. But you, being high
as fuck, and somehow felt so hot makes you a little bit turn on,
you have another plan.
You start grinding your hip to the point your pelvis meet each
other. Toji immediately notices these familiar movements from
you.
He tilted his head, finding your ear by his lip and whispered,
“can’t wait until we get home?”
“Mmh,” you moan a little, “Zenin Toji…”
Never in his life, Toji liked the sound of his last name. He
fucking hate it. Not until the first time he heard it with your
voice, deep and moaning mess.
“Yes, I am Zenin Toji, baby. Tell me, what do you want from
him.” He spoke to your ear, still holding the low tone, sending
a throb to your pussy.
“Ah want—” you struggle with your words, holding your
heavy breath, “I want your fingers, Toji…”
“Fingers? Is that enough?”
“Mhm, for now, ’s fine.”
“Uh huh. The password, sweetgirl.”
“Please. Wanna fuck yer finger, Zenin Toji.”
And that’s it. Toji’s hand pressing your lower back to his hip.
your clothed pussy meets his bulge. Making the both of you
try to hold back your gasps.
Still focus on the cards, his hand going lower and lower, until
he slip into your skirt and giving your ass a tight grip before
rubbing his point finger to your wet panties.
“Spoiled brat,” he breathed on your neck, “being this wet just
from sitting on my lap.”
You squirm. Making a little noise that was covered up by the
beat of the music in the room, but still can be heard by Toji as
he can feel your throat vibrating his chest. He slides the
panties so his finger finds your pussy lips, sending you off to
the edge, almost cum right at the moment.
“Pleaseee, Toji…” You pray, lowering your hips trying to
catch his finger that was right in front of your entrance.
The needy tone in your voice, begging by his name as if he
was your God sending him chills. He wasted no time to put
three fingers right away on your pussy.
“Ahk—” you squeak, choking out of breath because of the
sudden fullness on your pussy, even though it’s just Toji’s
finger.
“Ooh, you sexy little fuck,” he chuckled darkly. As if you
pulled the last trigger of his sane self, Toji start with rough
pace, fucking the daylight out of you.
“Fuuuck, Zenin Toji,” you moan his name to the point Toji
himself answered it by humming, while doing the scissor
move inside you, “holy shit— slow down— Zen— hmmf,
Tojiii…”
“Whiny pretty girl, I know you can take it.” Toji spat as he
twisted his wrist, getting the better angle.
You automatically grip his shirt tightly, the room around you
just spinning as he slows down but turns out getting deeper,
hitting your spot.
“Ngh, can I- please, ha- ah! Fuck!” You cursed with your
voice cracking, almost screaming.
“Speak clearly.” He exclaimed sternly.
“Can I come, Toji? Please. I needa come.” You plead. Feeling
his fingers pumping in and out of you harder and deeper.
“Yeah, Imma count it down. If you dare to come before I
finish counting down, I’m going to stop, doll.”
“No— nooo, please.”
“Alright. Three.”
“Hmmmfuck. Don’t stop.”
“Two.”
You bite his neck harshly, making him jolt slightly, and
chuckled deeply to himself. “Hold on.”
“I caaan’t.” You’re going insane, squeezing his fingers.
“Mkay. Come, baby.” And by the time you juiced his palm, he
is winning the game, taking all the money on the table for
tonight, leaving his friends frustrated.
His smirk never left his Godly face as he slipped his fingers
out of you, and let your limped body slumped down his chest,
panting slightly trying to catch your breath.
“Toji… ’m sorry.” You whispered, lips moving against his
neck.
“Pretty, pretty girl.” He praised, kissing your jawline softly,
inhaling your sweet scent. “My pride and joy.”
End Notes

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