Jujutsu Kaisen Oneshots

Toji x Reader (S)

Toji x Fem! Reader
Domination, Dub con, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Spit, Begging, Wanting to be used?
Some gory mentions at the very beginning

You were one to mind you own business. In your line of work you really had to, being nosy would get you killed. You were a cleaner, you were paid to go in after a member of your organisation finished a job and clean it up. Make it so nothing was ever dirty in the first place. You didn't really have to interact with anyone, but that changed when you were called in, arriving at the destination ready to go.

You jumped out of the van, swinging the house door open the assess how much work you had to do. Stepping inside you started towards the stairs, your briefing saying whatever had happened was up there. As you began to ascend, you felt the need to turn. As you did, you saw a silhouette.

You had assumed it was your coworker, his van parked out on the street. But something told you this wasn't him. You could tell by the shape of the silhouette, it wasn't quite right.

"H-hello?" You asked, voice holding a tremble. You realised too late that you were bailed up, there was no way out of here except down the stairs.

"Relax, it's me" the vaguely familiar voice didn't soothe you, instead set you more on edge. This man was a killer, the person you were paid to clean up after. You had met him a few times, and each time you had felt such an inexplicable terror. Something about his made your tongue heavy and your heart race.

"T-Toji? Where's -"

"Dead, room at the end of the hall. He was selling information" his tone was light, but left a shiver down your spine. You Couldn't place the feeling, you weren't exactly sad he was dead, on this line of work you had to block most of that sort of thing out. But you were worried, worried that you were under suspicion.

"I-I have to get my-"

"All the cleaning supplies are already there. Chop chop" he took a step towards you, the light of the lamp post on the street streaking in through the window to illuminate his face. You stepped back quickly, eyes locked on him. The way the shadows were cast across his features made him terrifying, a deep and instinctual fear coating your skin.

You backwards walked the rest of the way up the steps, your mouth uncomfortably dry. He stayed in his spot on the stairs, watching you with a blank face. Your heart was pounding as you rushed to the end room, the smell of blood hitting you hard, as if this was your first time seeing such horrors.

You scanned the room, eyes watery. The body was gone, but the blood and skull fragments were stuck the floor and walls. You stepped back, suddenly overwhelmed by the idea that this was your co worker.

As you stepped away, your back hit something firm, a sharp yelp flying from your lips. You stumbled forward, spinning around to see his face contorted into a sadistic grin. The scar on his lips seemed to only add to the dangerous energy he was throwing out.

"Why so jumpy?" His voice was teasing, setting off a strange secondary feeling in you tummy. A feeling you couldn't place.

You opened your mouth to respond, no noise coming out. Instead you just stepped away, hands shakily reaching for the cleaning supplies.

He watched you as you cleaned, he didn't say anything as you wiped and disinfected, scrubbing away any and all trace of you co workers existence in this room.