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SMAU- YOUR CHILD TAKES THEIR DAD'S PHONE

(Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna)

Note: part 2 since yall loved the other part sm :)

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🌙Daily life with the sun and moon☀️

Favorite ship dynamics

Omg how is it even possible to spend more than 100k in 2 days after u got the salary?!

Is it even okay that EVERYTHING IS SUPER EXPENSIVE WTF WITH THIS WORLD

SAYING SOMETHING OUT LOUD. multi

it's been on my mind quite a while. ( or, genshin characters + accidental confessions when they think you don't hear them.)

ft. diluc, kaeya, albedo, childe, xiao, kazuha x genderneutral reader

warnings : fluff, slight angst, blushy blushy, me bullying kazuha but its affectionate !1! i wrote this at 2 am editing tomorrow :]

DILUC RAGNVINDR. noctua

"i want to marry you someday." are the words he mutters when all he can do is stare at you, when he thinks you aren't looking. where diluc ragnvindr's entire mind goes blank — not a thought behind those pretty, red eyes besides 'oh god oh fuck' when you eventually catch him. diluc doesn't want you to know about all the ugly sides of him, about how rough he is around the edges. he doesn't want you to get caught up with him—he can't let the fire burn you like it has burnt everything else in his life.

he coughs, and refuses to acknowledge it ever happened despite your countless jabs to get him to say something—to say anything. it's quiet and diluc wants so badly to pretend it never happened, to pretend he never said anything because he doesn't want to ruin it—to lose you too. you huff slightly in frustration, and diluc resists the urge to laugh despite the situation he's put himself in. it's strange how you can make him smile even when it feels his mind is crumbling.

the silence settles and diluc can feel the anxiety ripple through his body as he steals a glance in your direction. just as he can get ready to apologize, your finger pulls his hand into yours. "we don't—we don't need to get married now, but in the future ... will you marry me?"

KAEYA ALBERICH. pavo ocellus

"i don't know if i love you yet, but if this isn't love then i don't know what is." are the words he whispers into your hair, on nights where he thinks you're asleep. where kaeya alberich is at the breaking point, teetering on the line between loving you and keeping you out.

on nights where all he wants is to say i love you without the fear of you understanding. the fear of you loving him because how can you love someone you don't really know? how can you love him if even he doesn't know who he is? you're a breath of relief to him and kaeya wants nothing more than to be able to breathe without guilt. his fingers rake through your hair, and kaeya knows—he knows he doesn't deserve to have you in his arms like this, but he can't help but be selfish when it comes to you.

you turn your head, your face only inches away from his, before kissing the tip of his nose and holding him tighter. it's there that kaeya finally let's himself close his eyes. there's so much you want to say, but for now, it'll have to wait till morning, when he can be completely sure you know what you're saying when you say you love him.

ALBEDO. princeps cretaceous

"you're my muse." are the words he replies with, nonchalantly when you ask why you have to sit still, instead of working like jean had told you to. on the days where he finds himself unconsciously writing your name in his notes, sketching your face in the margins. albedo doesn't even realize he's said it, he doesn't realize how the words affect you until he looks up from his sketch book to find you staring at him in surprise.

albedo doesn't understand love, he hasn't even fully grasped the idea of it, but it's obvious to everyone with the subtle reminders to take care of yourself because albedo doesn't know how to express his feelings any other way. "is something wrong?" he asks, concern laced into his tone before you shake your head, a smile growing on your face. "muse? did you mean that?" and his mind blanks, before the realization hits him.

"ah i didn't—well, i did mean that, but it doesn't need to mean anything if you don't want it to." he says in a panic, even if it's not obvious to most. his voice trails off before he finally exhales. you laugh, crouching infront of his sitting figure before pushing the bangs out of his face. his gaze remains focused on you the entire time, an eyebrow raised. his eyes widen, before muttering a quick "oh." against your lips. albedo doesn't understand love, but he thinks he can try if it's for you.

CHILDE. monoceros caeli

"i don't care about the fatui—about work, about my reputation, just—tell me to stay, tell me to come home and ill come home as long as it's you." are the words he whispers the night before he has to leave, again. childe knows he has to—it's his job, his responsibility as a harbinger, but when he sees his family, when he sees you, he can't help but feel like throwing it all away.

on nights where he can't let you go, his siblings having to physically pry him off to eat breakfast, on nights where he thinks if he doesn't hold you now he won't remember what your hugs feel like. childe doesn't cry—he doesn't want to cry in front of you, in front of his siblings because he's supposed to be strong, but he can't stop it when you make him weak.

he buries his face into your neck, promising to give you anything, despite him being the only thing you want. childe interlocks your pinkies, he promises a future. one where he won't have to worry about not being there to kiss you goodnight, but for now, you can only whisper your declarations of love till the brink of dawn. "i promise, ill be here when you come back, ajax."

XIAO. alatus nemeseos

"till the day i die—im not going anywhere, not without you." in response to a question you'd asked him earlier that day, one he was too afraid to answer. "are you leaving?" you asked, rubbing the tiredness from you eyes, strands of hair sticking out as you watch him from the bed. he knows—xiao knows that's not what you meant, not in that context, but the question struck enough fear in his heart that he had left without warning.

you lie asleep on his shoulder and xiao wonders if he ever really will leave. if one day the guilt that scratches at his throat whenever he says your name will be the last sign needed to push you away, for your own good. the sun is warm on your skin, and xiao hopes that somewhere in the depths of your mind, you'll hear the words he's too scared to say while you're awake.

xiao doesn't make promises, because he knows that there's always a possibility he wouldn't be able to keep them, but as the sun falls on your figure, xiao can't help himself. he never can when it comes to you. "you've stayed ... you've stayed this long, no going back, okay?" he sighs, and xiao can only hope you'll let him stay with you as long as he can. you hand finds it's way into his, interlocking them as you absentmindedly trace shapes into his knuckles. "no going back." you mumble into his shoulder before going back to sleep, and xiao freezes in shock, before slowly holding your hand tighter, tapping 3 times on the back of your hand. a silent 'i love you.'

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. acer palmatum

"you're everything. everything compared to whatever this world has to offer." are the words he says when you ask how his travels went. kazuha has never been able to stay in one spot for too long, be it because of the price on his head but because he's always been homesick for places he's never known, for places he's never been to. he's traveled so much, yet he's never been truly at home anywhere, because every time he says he's homesick, he really just misses you. kazuha would bring you with him if he could, because atleast that way he'd always be home with you.

kazuha plants kisses into your shoulder, trapping you in his arms the second he gets home. early in the morning when you've barely gotten ready for the day, adrenaline coursing through him because he's finally home in your arms. kazuha talks about the places he's been, wishing he'd brought a kamera so he could show you everything he saw, everything that reminded him of you while he was away. he talks about the people he met—stories that sound so bizarre you have to poke his cheek and ask if he's exaggerating.

"huh, they really .. don't come close to being here with you." kazuha chuckles. he talks like he's in a daze when he looks at you, and it's probably because he is. "you're everything. everything compared to whatever this world has to offer" he whispers, before laughing in an attempt to distract you from the blush on his cheeks and the things he just said. "wait what did you say? i couldn't hear you." you ask incredulously, while he only smiles, planting soft kisses on your neck. "nothing, nothing."

you roll yours eyes, fighting the smile tugging at your lips. "for the record, you're my everything too."

© scaramew — do not repost, translate, copy, etc.

But okay to 24 years I did my best not to destroy my life so maybe these things:

- graduation from law school

- studying in Korea

- getting job in one of largest oil company

Are not so bad and maybe I don't have to get absolutely perfect 100% ideal life and get married and get a family and be happy with these fucking traditions and nation-laws

But u know when u r Turkish Asian with a A-student's issues it's kinda hard to have a mercy in urself

They kiss on the ring. I carry the crown. (Chapter 1)

When your job requires you to meet Yakuza boss Sukuna, you hope that the house viewing will be over quickly and you will never see him again. But no one prepared you for how enticing the King of Tokyo's underworld is. And suddenly, you are in way over your head.

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Mafia AU, smut, a bit fluffy too though because I love fluff Playlist: Mafia AU Word Count: 4k Warnings: 18+, smut, some dark crime-related themes (Yakuza, implied violence, implied murder in later chapters, gambling, alcohol), use of the name Daddy in later chapters, oral, fingering, creampie, cum eating, light spanking, exhibitionism in later chapters (that part could be initially seen as dubcon, but he gets consent from her). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

I wrote this story for my friend's The Killers lyrics collab. Thank you so much for this amazing collab @adelheidvonschicksal . My lyrics prompt is: They kiss on the ring. I carry the crown. Nothing can break, nothing can break me down. The Killers - The man.

Sometimes you think it would have been better if you had never met him. You blame your job on it. It was something you had wanted to achieve for years. Being high enough in the ranks that you were the one getting sent to meet the high-end customers and show them around in the most luxurious living spaces Tokyo had to offer.

He was your second high-end customer. You read the name and your eyes widened. Your boss laughed.

"Pretty impressive, huh? Don't fuck it up. We want him as a regular customer. Heard he isn't so happy with his current real-estate agent, so this is our big chance."

You met him a week later in a penthouse that was exactly as he had wanted. And he was as impressive as you had expected. The intensity with which he looked at you with those glinting maroon-colored eyes took your breath away. He was tall, handsome, exuding authority and wealth.

And danger. He was a dangerous man, only in his late twenties but already the head of one of the most influential Yakuza clans.

Itadori Sukuna. Also known as Ryomen Sukuna. That was the alias he was famous for. The man with the two faces. Rich, popular playboy, and businessman on the one hand. Ruthless killer and sadist, on the other.

You addressed him by his real name first. But he just laughed and shook his head.

"No need to be so formal. Call me Sukuna. I think we'll see each other regularly now. I got a big payment that needs to be invested into real estate, and one apartment won't do."

He was charming. Polite and smart, ready to make a joking comment all the time, grinning in a handsome boyish way, moving so gracefully and looking effortlessly sexy. He had a way of making everyone fascinated with him. You had been scared when he first walked towards you in his custom-tailored black suit and the slicked-back pink hair, black tattoos visible on his wrists and neck, and of course on his face. Only someone as powerful as him could have the nerve to walk around with Yakuza tattoos so provocatively visible at all times. He looked intimidating. But his charm worked in his favor, and the more time you spent showing him around, the more comfortable you felt. You didn't realize the web he was weaving until it was too late, and you were caught in it. He had been subtly luring you in, seducing you, the whole afternoon.

And then you bumped into his muscular body when you were trying to take a step back from the wine fridge you had been presenting to him, and suddenly his large hands were on your hips, steadying you.

"Easy there, you should be careful, don't want you to fall, do we?"

His deep voice was warm like honey, so seductive, just like the feeling of his warm breath on your neck.

He knew it just as much as you did. You were already falling. He had laid out a trap, and you had stepped into it.

Thinking back to that day, you can't say what it was exactly that made you give yourself to him. Was it his natural dominance and power? His good looks and the confidence? Or the danger lurking beneath his charming attitude? Maybe it was a combination of all of this that led to a temptation you couldn't resist.

What you know for certain is that you didn't pull away when his lips brushed over your neck.

Instead, you let out a shuddering sigh and leaned back against his solid body, craning your neck, offering more of your sensitive skin to him.

And he laughed that rude laugh before his hand pulled the collar of your blouse to the side, exposing more of your skin. His soft tongue licked a wet stripe all the way from your left shoulder up to your neck until his lips closed around your skin right under your jaw, where your pulse was fluttering nervously, and sucked on it.

You melted under his warm lips and tongue, his big hands on your hips, trailing up your sides before they unbuttoned your blouse, cupping your tits through your bra, making you gasp when his thumbs slipped inside and teased your nipples.

You were lost when you felt his firm, strong body press against you, lean, solid muscles, and a deliciously big hard bulge rubbing against your ass.

You knew he could do anything he wanted to you. He was so strong, so tall. He was so powerful. He could literally make sure you'd never get found again, and there was nothing anyone could ever do about it.

Because he was Sukuna. He was above the law. He was the King of Tokyo's underworld.

Maybe there was something wrong with you. Because it wasn't fear that you felt when this dangerous man undressed you. When he ran his warm, calloused hands over your body, twirling your nipples between his fingers. When he was caressing tight circles around your embarrassingly wet clit. When he slapped your ass before pulling down your panties. When he got on his knees behind you to fuck you with his tongue until you sobbed.

All you felt was desire. A craving so intense that you thought you'd die if you didn't get more of him.

You didn't tell him it wasn't appropriate for a customer to yank off your panties, lift you up, and slam you against the fridge. You didn't ask him to let you go when he rubbed his wonderful thick cockhead over your wet clit, laughing at the needy sounds you made.

He almost caressed you to orgasm with his cockhead, and you didn't tell him to stop. Instead, all you said to him was:

"Please... oh please..."

"What, please? Huh, princess, what is it that you need? Tell me. Say it."

"You!"

He chuckled, sounding amused and almost cruel,

"Me? You're a cute one. Do you really think you can have Sukuna?"

His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back, making you look up at him, at the smug smirk on his handsome face, the challenging glint in his eyes.

He leaned closer, lips brushing over yours before he licked your cheek, groaning softly when his tongue swiped up a tear that was running down your face.

His voice was low, a growl, so seductive that it made your body tremble in his strong arms.

"Let's make a deal. You can have my cock today. We'll see about the rest."

You didn't complain when he pushed his thick cock into your tight heat. Your legs tightened around his hips desperately, pussy sucking him in needily, making obscene squelching noises when he fucked into you. You had never been so wet for anyone.

He fucked you with rough deep thrusts, snapping his hips almost brutally, knocking the air out of you anytime his strong body pushed you hard against the fridge behind you.

But you didn't ask him to be more gentle. You didn't tell him to be careful so the expensive fridge wouldn't get any scratches. Instead, you twisted your fingers in his soft pink hair and moaned in sweet abandon, riding his gorgeous cock eagerly, meeting each of his hard thrusts with a needy roll of your hips.

"Yeah, baby. You like that, don't you? Getting fucked against the fridge like that. I knew you had it in you from the first moment I laid my eyes on you. Not as innocent as you look. Pussy so hungry for some bad boy dick."

You moaned at his words, hips jerking hard. And he laughed. Slapped your ass and laughed and rammed his cock into your soaking wet pussy, fucking you with hard deep strokes.

"That turns you on, huh? So fucking cute. And you're good at it too. Taking me so well. Can you take my bad boy cum too? Gonna fuck you so full of it. I'll give you my lawyer's card in case ya want to claim child support later on."

"Ah! It..it's ok...I'm on birth control... ah...!"

"Nice, but I wouldn't have cared either way. A cute pussy like yours needs to be filled up no matter what."

You should probably have been appalled by this, but you weren't. If anything, it made you even wetter.

You cried his name when you clenched desperately on his cock, your juices making a mess all over his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm and kept on ramming into you until he groaned into your neck and fucked spurt after spurt of his hot cum into you.

Afterwards, he helped you get dressed again. He was a gentleman, well mannered when he wanted to, polite.

And yet he picked up your panties from the kitchen floor and smiled at the creamy mess on them, pressed them against his face, and inhaled your scent deeply, swiping his tongue over them to scoop up your wetness. It was obscene. It was humiliating. Your face felt so hot, but Sukuna just laughed when his gaze met yours.

"No need to be ashamed. You were just really horny for me, princess. It's ok, I understand that. And I took good care of your needy little pussy for you, didn't I?"

He got on his knees in front of you, lifted your leg, and helped you into the panties, pulling them up slowly, his mouth following the way of his hands up your thighs, leaving soft kisses and little bites all over your skin. Until he reached your core and pressed a firm kiss on your now panty-clad clit.

He straightened up a moment later, tucking himself back into his pants and running a hand through his hair to smooth it down again, looking so unaffected as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. As if he hadn't fucked your brains out just a few minutes ago.

He turned to look at you with that cheeky smirk again.

"I'll take the apartment. I quite like the kitchen. The fridge is nice. Do you have the papers with you?"

You managed a weak smile and fumbled with your bag, fishing out the sale contract and placing it on the kitchen counter.

Sukuna didn't even bother reading it. He just held out a hand to you, demanding a pen.

"It would be my pleasure to do more business with your company in the future. Only if they send you as my personal real-estate agent, though. Arrange that for me, will you please, darling?"

His smirk was so insolent, and his maroon eyes bored into yours with a devilish glint in them, daring you to defy him, which of course, you didn't. Instead, you mustered up a smile and nodded, handing him the pen with a shaky hand, and watched as he signed his name under the contract.

He handed you the pen back, thumb caressing over your hand, sending shivers down your spine.

You returned to your office feeling like a whore as you placed the signed contract on your boss' desk, sure that everyone could see what you had been up to. Your panties were soaking wet, messed up from a mixture of your own creamy arousal and Sukuna's cum.

But no one said anything. Your boss was ecstatic, congratulating you and making you have a drink with him to celebrate this lucrative deal.

And that's how you met one of the most powerful mafia bosses of the world and became his little plaything.

He called you at work the next day. Your heart leaped to your throat when you heard his low sexy voice drawl your name making it sound like something lewd.

You looked around nervously, glad that you didn't have to share your office with anyone else, but still feeling as if the walls had eyes and were judging you for the throbbing between your thighs and the heat spreading through your belly upon hearing the Yakuza King's voice.

Sukuna talked business, asking for detailed information about the cleaning services available for the new penthouse you sold to him yesterday. It was something you could have easily told his personal assistant.

And yet Sukuna's voice was in your ear, caressing you through the phone, making you close your eyes and take a deep breath as you tried to fight the craving the soft, deep timbre of his velvety voice stirred in you.

"The standard cleaning contract includes anything you can find under number 4. It's rather basic, though. Sufficient if you want to let the apartment stay unoccupied. But if you decide to move in, I would suggest booking the comfort or deluxe options."

"How long did my cum leak out of you, princess? Did you shower right when you came home? Or did you want to keep it in you a bit longer? Did you maybe even finger yourself and fuck it back into you?"

You sat there, pressing your legs together desperately under your desk as he whispered those dirty things into the phone. You didn't know how to respond. But Sukuna wasn't waiting for an answer anyways. Before you could say anything, he already added:

"I want to see you again."

You couldn't help but moan softly at his words. It was pathetic how much you craved him. How much it affected you to hear that he wanted to get more of you.

Your voice sounded hoarse when you answered:

"I just got a new object in Shibuya in. Maybe you are interested in that? I could show you around..."

Your heart was beating so fast that you were scared you'd faint right there at your desk. The effect Sukuna had on you was embarrassing. And the worst thing was that he seemed to be so in control, so unaffected, when he laughed softly into the phone. His low voice was making your pussy throb when he said:

"It would be a pleasure. Tell me, Miss, what is the most impressive thing about that object?"

"The description says it has a beautiful, spacious sauna room."

"Sounds like a good place for you to ride my dick. I'm free at 5. Send me the location, sweetheart."

This little game continued for several weeks. Sukuna called you every other day. Never one of his assistants, always Sukuna personally. Asked you about possible new objects he could invest his money in. Made you read the descriptions to him. It always started as a regular business call. But after a while, he would say other things, taking the call in another direction.

"I want to bend you over my desk and watch you take my cock like a good little pet while you drool all over my bookkeeping files."

He always managed to make you cream your panties, being so out of it that you couldn't function properly.

And always his soft:

"I want to see you."

You agreed to meet him every time. You showed him new objects all the time. Only for Sukuna to fuck you in all of them. In luxurious beds with a view over Tokyo's skyline. On shiny kitchen counters and expensive designer couches. On beautiful marble floors because Sukuna couldn't wait and just ripped your panties down and took you right there on the floor.

It was your secret.

It felt forbidden. Meeting the Yakuza boss to let him kiss you and put his body on you. Giving in to the craving you felt anytime you thought about him.

Sukuna definitely wasn't the type of guy you should hook up with regularly. But he was the only one you wanted.

You chatted with some guys on the dating app you had installed, even met one of them for coffee. But they were nothing compared to the King of Tokyo's underworld. How could they? They were mere boys, while Sukuna was a powerful man.

He was exciting. He was sexy. He made you feel alive.

Meeting him always felt dangerous. It made your blood rush, made your nerve ends tingle with anticipation, breath coming out in excited little gasps. One look in his eyes, and you were lost. His lips made you drunk. His touch sent your head spinning. His cock made you feel like you were in heaven.

He became your drug. And you couldn't stop consuming him, always seeking that rush again, that feeling only he could give you.

It was after several weeks of clandestine meetings that things took a turn in an unexpected direction.

You were on the phone with Sukuna once again, and the conversation once again reached the point where he said:

"I want to see you."

You already showed him a floor in a spacious office building this week, and you hadn't been able to sit comfortably for two days after he dicked you down on one of the desks, bending you over it and fucking you so rough that all the files on top of it had tumbled down.

You had run out of objects to show him, especially since it was the end of the week. There was only one thing left.

"I could show you the weekend getaway you are interested in if you like."

You could hear the satisfied smirk in his voice as he purred into the phone:

"That would be splendid. But I want to get the whole experience before I invest my money in that. It costs a little fortune, after all. My driver will pick you up Friday at 8. Make sure we have the lodge all weekend."

He hung up on you before you could reply. Your heart was beating up to your throat. A whole weekend with Sukuna?

It was the worst idea ever.

It was the most tempting offer ever.

It was something you craved to a scary extent.

You decided to let fate decide. Surely your boss would turn the inquiry down and tell you it wasn't possible to let a potential buyer stay in an object for a whole weekend.

It turned out that the current proprietor was fine with it. He just wanted to sell the house for a reasonable price. And your boss was very adamant that you should sacrifice your weekend for this because, after all, Sukuna was your best customer! Anything to make him happy!

And so you spent the weekend getting fucked so full of Sukuna's bad boy cum that you were sure you would leak his seed for days afterwards.

He had you in his limousine on the drive to the lodge. Bounced you up and down on his thick cock while his face was buried between your tits and his tongue lapped hungrily at your nipples.

Once you reached your destination, he fucked you in the wonderfully soft bed next to the large window with a beautiful view of the beach. Made you sob his name and beg him for his dick while you were tangled in silk sheets and had the taste of expensive wine and chocolate on your tongue.

Later on he poured some of that chocolate over your naked body and licked it all up with his soft tongue, kissed and slurped it out of your jerking pussy until your cream joined the chocolate on his tongue, and he laughed against your sensitive bud.

He let you ride him in the jacuzzi on the porch while sipping champagne out of the most delicate crystal glasses. Told you how beautiful you looked when you fucked him here under the stars. He moaned your name into the night while his strong fingers tightened on your ass, and he pressed you down onto his cock fucking you full of his seed once again.

He was the best lover you ever had. He was rough at times but also could make slow sweet love to you. You got everything you ever dreamed of from him. He was unashamed and exuded confidence at all times. He knew how to drive you crazy, knew how to make you cum harder than you ever had before.

But he didn't just fuck you on that weekend. What the two of you had wasn't just sex anymore. It was more. And that was actually nice.

Sukuna was a charming man, even sweet when he wanted to. He could make you laugh, and when he smiled, he looked so pretty that it made your stomach do somersaults.

Here in the lodge at the beach, he wasn't the Yakuza boss. He was just a man enjoying his time away from work. He had replaced his usual suits with a plain black shirt and some dark red chinos or grey cashmere sweatpants, which hung so low on his hips that it was hard to focus on anything else but his v-line.

He took you on a night walk down at the beach, holding your hand the whole time and pulling you into his strong arms when you were getting cold. He lay with you in the sand to point up at the starry sky above you and explain the constellations and the myths behind them.

He didn't have sex with you during that walk. Just talked to you, and kissed you slowly, made you drunk on his lips and his sweet tongue. He made you feel special with the way he looked at you, as if you were more fascinating than all the stars above.

He made love to you later on when you were back in the weekend house, moving slowly on top of you, kissing you, and whispering sweet praise to you.

"God, you cum so prettily on my cock every single time."

It was on the second day that he came up to you while you were gazing out the window that overlooked the beach. He wrapped his strong arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder, and pressed a kiss to the side of your neck.

"I like being with you."

"Do you tell that to everyone you take on a weekend trip?"

He snorted in amusement and made you turn around. A strong hand cupped your chin and tilted your face up. His maroon eyes were burning with an unnamed emotion as he told you:

"I don't take anyone else on weekend trips. You're the only one. And I would like to keep it that way."

"You just met me a few weeks ago, Sukuna."

"So what? I know what I want. Or do you want to question my ability to make decisions?"

But his tone was amused, almost affectionate. And his thumb caressed your bottom lip tenderly. He smiled when you flicked the tip of your tongue over his fingertip before taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking on it.

He fucked you against the window, pressing your ass against the cold glass and looking so gorgeous in the soft colors of the sun setting over the ocean, his eyes closing in pleasure when he shot his cum into your spasming pussy.

You knew you had a big problem.

You were too lost in everything he did since that very first day you met. Too lost in him. He had yanked you into this new exciting world of sex and money and danger. And you didn't want to leave again.

You felt regret when Sunday evening arrived and with it the black S-class to take the two of you back to the city. The weekend with Sukuna had been lovely.

You were sitting in the back of the limousine, sipping champagne, and next to you, Sukuna was catching up on his business e-mails while he had one large hand placed firmly on top of your thigh.

And you caught yourself thinking that it felt like the two of you were a couple. You liked it. You liked the thought of being the woman by his side.

He kissed you so sweetly good night before you slipped out of his car. The last seductive flick of his tongue made your legs shake even when you already stood on the pavement and watched the impressive vehicle with the black tinted windows drive down the street and finally vanish in the heavy Tokyo traffic.

Your bed felt too empty that night. You shivered without Sukuna's body heat to keep you warm. And in your dreams, all you saw was the beach and the glittering stars and Sukuna smiling at you.

Looking back, you know that the weekend trip was what made you fall for him. It wasn't just physical attraction anymore after that little getaway. Your heart yearned for him too.

Thank you so much for reading! When I read the lyrics, I immediately imagined a Mafia AU, and of course, it had to be about Sukuna! Tbh I was unsure first how the writing would go because it was something I had never written before. But it was so much fun, and Sukuna just took over the story like the King that he is lmaoo. I fell more and more in love with Yakuza boss Sukuna with every new paragraph I wrote. He's really charming, I guess! I hope you are a bit in love with him too and that you enjoyed this story! There will be two more chapters. Please let me know what you think! I would be very happy about comments and reblogs!

Here is chapter 2

first loves

Pairing: Kamisato Ayato x fReader Warnings: angst, (slight) hurt/no comfort Word Count: ~2k A/N: apparently tumblr had issues so i'm reposting this!

They say that first loves are the hardest to forget. A face, forever imprinted in your memory with a series of "firsts" forever in the back of your mind. It's a cruel phrase, toxic even, one that snickers in the back of your mind when you see Kamisato Ayato for the first time in years. He looks the same, a knowing smile on his lips, eyes bright with amusement but dancing with secrets, but he's different. He's taller now, with a broader frame, hand moving through the air gracefully as he speaks to Madame Kujou Sara with nothing but elegance dripping from his tone. Everyone around looks at him as if he was a king, a shining star standing before a throne he had just sat at. 

And yet, you still see the boy that used to be one of your closest friends as a child. You still see lilac eyes gazing at you with delight as he drags you down the streets of Inazuma City, a bag of Mora bouncing in his hands as he declares that you have to share this next dessert with him. Ayaka pouts from behind you, hands on her hips as she demands that her brother also get her one as well. It’s only a couple seconds of arguing before the eldest gives in, buying two desserts. One for Ayaka, and one for the two of you to share. You’re not quite sure why he doesn’t want one for himself, but Ayato claims that it’s too sweet for him to finish on his own. You don’t question it. After all, you’re just children.

You still see the boy who proudly proclaimed that he was in love with you, offering you a poorly put together bundle of flowers that he declares he made himself. You’re not children at the time, barely adults but still so new to the harsh reality of the political world.

But now, years later, childhood innocence is only a fantasy that you can indulge in when you have time alone, left in your room with nothing but pictures and old trinkets that commemorate a friendship that consumed your youth. You’ve watched as Kamisato Ayato has grown from a boy to a man in just a short number of years, the misfortunes that befell upon his family still lingering in the shadows. You see it in the way he carries himself, head raised and shoulders pulled back, not a single misstep as he strides down the road. Years upon years of reminders and lessons are forever ingrained in his mind but you still notice the small habits he’s kept from childhood, from his anxious fiddling with the collar of his kimono, to the way his eyes brighten when he comes across something as simple as milk tea.

And tonight, the Yashiro Commission hosts a party in honour of the wedding between Hiiragi Chisato and Kujou Kamaji, the couple basking in smiles and congratulations, entertaining an eager crowd as you watch from a little ways away. The spotlight was meant for them, for the people of the high ruling families, where politics were like a game of chess and every little move was based on calculations. With the marriage of two people from the Hiiragi and Kujou clans, people have begun to turn their heads towards the Kamisato clan, eager whispers about the commissioner simmering in the background as offers are made and declined. Said man handles each approach with grace, bowing his head with respect as he forces a chuckle to be heard before sending away another invitation to marriage. He can feel your stare on him, and has caught the way your eyes seem to catch on his figure as you scan the room. Ayato watches the way you make small talk with Thoma and Ayaka, covering your mouth with your fan when his retainer apparently says something outrageously funny that it has you turning away so as to not make a scene. When was the last time you smiled at him like that?

“I apologize, but there’s something I need to take care of.” He offers the man in front of him a quick smile before slipping away, eyes trained on you as he leaves behind his umpteenth marriage offer of the night. Thoma and Ayaka notice him first, the latter darting her eyes between you and her brother before she leans in, her own mouth covered by her fan as she whispers something to you. He watches, almost painfully, when he notices the way you stiffen up and turn towards him. Your smile isn’t as wide, isn’t as bright, isn’t as genuine as he remembers.

“You came.” His words are gentle but the weight of them is made known to you as your eyes trace over his raised brows and parted mouth that begins to curl into a smile. Thoma mumbles something about checking the food, offering his arm to Ayaka who takes it quickly, patting you on the forearm gently before being whisked away to leave you and Ayato to some privacy.

“It would be rude of me to decline an invitation from the Yashiro Commissioner.” You can only watch as his smile wavers at your words, a reminder of the past that begins to claw at your chest now that you’re face to face with him for the first time in years.

He clears his throat and his hand reaches up to fix the collar of his kimono. “Of course, but I hadn’t heard you were back from Liyue, last I heard you were working abroad with the Feiyun Commerce Guild.” He’s lying, not that he’d tell you, that he’d known the moment you arrived back in Inazuma after being away for almost two years. Ayato wants to pinch himself, has it already been two years?

Two years ago you watched as storm clouds began to haze over his vision, Inazuma beginning to be thrown into a political turmoil as rumours of a decree being enacted in disfavour of vision holders began to run through the streets. You had voiced your concerns, not only for the political state of Inazuma and the growing tensions within the Tri-Commissions, but also for Ayato’s wellbeing. It was nothing new to see him engrossed in work, handling multiple tasks at once and slowly but surely, pushing people away under the excuse that he was too busy. The bags under his eyes seemed to pull him down day by day, and when the breaking point finally came, it was poison that spilled from his lips, his words so casually cruel as if he were being honest about your relationship.

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“You don’t get it, do you?” You swallowed thickly at his words, taken aback by the sharp rise in volume. Ayato’s hands lay flat on the table, holding up his upper body as he leaned forward over his desk, eyes cold and uncaring as he stared back at you. The gift behind your back felt heavy as you sucked in a breath and waited for him to continue.

“I don’t need your help, and I haven’t for awhile now.” He sneered, “Archons, I swear the past few months you haven’t done anything to help. You’re in the way.”

“You don’t mean that.” Despite the hurt that sunk into your chest at his words, you tone was unwavering, pushing back against the stress that was far too evident upon his shoulders. “You’re overworking yourself and taking it out on me, so don’t give me that. You need to take a break, you can’t continue to work yourself to the bone.”

Ayato scoffed, “You’re not the Commissioner, are you? You don’t belong to any of the big three families, so tell me, what do you know about any of this?” His hand swept over the papers in front of him, sheets rustling in protest before settling down in their place.

“If you have nothing better to do than bother me, then leave. I don’t need you here.”

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Now air feels thickened, clouded with unsaid words and broken promises, a first love washed away through the seasons. He’s older, more mature and understanding, with experiences, good and bad, tucked within his mind. And as he takes in your appearance, the way you hold yourself and stare back at him unflinchingly, he can only wonder what you’ve been up to in Liyue. He can only hear so much from his informants and diplomats that have been stationed in the land of the Geo Archon. The you who entertains friendly conversation during the day is still the same, with a warm smile and open hand ready to help. But behind closed doors will remain unknown to him. But now, away from the crowd of people and the secrets whispered behind decorated fans, it’s just you and Ayato and the bridge of memories that desperately holds you two together.

“You look good.” He allows his eyes to trace down the design of your kimono, a hint of pride shooting through him as he notices that it’s of the same silk he’d given to you on your eighteenth birthday.

“How eloquent of you.” Your tone is dry but he can hear the hidden teasing. It makes his smile grow wider, a little flame of hope sparking in his chest. “I had it made when I returned. After all, I haven’t had the chance to attend a party hosted by the Yashiro Commission since I left.” Your hands smooth down the fine silk, calloused fingers from years of training brushing against the embroidered designs. He looks down at the floor for a moment before smiling bitterly, the memories dancing in his head. His breaking point marked the downfall of it all. Words of affection became whispers in the dark before you had been the one to call things off, wishing him the best through tear clouded eyes and trembling hands. You left on the last day of Spring.

And how ironic it is, that today marks the first day of Spring, with the Sakura blossoms in full bloom and the hint of festivities just around the corner. He takes a breath, gathering whatever’s left of his slipping courage and offers a hand to you. “How about dinner sometime soon? Allow me to properly welcome you back to Inazuma.” He’s a bit late to that welcome, after all, you’d already been in Inazuma for a month, but if this is his chance to mend things, he’d take it in an instant. 

“I’m sorry.” His chest squeezes painfully at the words, “But I’m leaving back to Liyue in a matter of days. I still have business with the Feiyun Commerce Guild.”

“Is it someone else?” The words fall out before he can stop himself and he wants to kick himself when you lean away from him, eyes narrowed and mouth downturned. 

You scowl and resist the urge to cross your arms over your chest. “So what if it is?” Ayato doesn’t know what to say to that, because what right does he have to barge his way back into your life, offer you dinner and a date as if you’d never left, as if you’d stayed friends over the last couple years.

“It simply piqued my curiosity.” He lies and takes a step back when he catches sight of the way you grip your fan nervously. He takes in the way your fingers pick at the smooth wood, a telltale sign of your anxiety. 

“Of course.” You shake your head and step back. Ayato inhales sharply but stops himself from speaking when your lips part. “I should go, there are some things I need to take care of at home, before the night ends. This was a mistake, no, well, I’ve overstayed my welcome. But thank you, Lord Kamisato, for your time. I’m sure we’ll see each other around sometime.” You can’t bring yourself to care about any formalities as you ramble on, offering him half-hearted apologies. And in the end, the Yashiro Commissioner stays silent, just like you were, when he pushed you out of his life.

They say first loves are hard to forget. And Archons above, never has that been more apparent as Kamisato Ayato can only watch as you slip through his fingers once more and blend into the shadows, the click of the door shutting echoing in his mind. He swallows thickly, hands clammy and chest stinging with hurt. Did you have to wear that to walk out of his life?

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They all arrive to Irodori Festival. Xiangling is the instigator, the glue of this group, the one who will organize picnics and international trips. Xingqiu knew who to blame for all this.