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[mrsblaileen]

You’ve worn your boyfriend Sukuna to the bone, so your other boyfriend Toji takes over.

warnings. fem!reader/tojikuna, threesome, multiple orgasms, piv, kissing, creampie, overstim, ovulation, switch!toji if you squint, dom!sukuna. nsfw 18+ mdni.

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The first thing Toji noticed when he stepped through the front door was the heat. A subtle humidity lacing the air like the sweet lingering remnants of perfume. There was your lotion, sweet and familiar, and the smell of fresh sweat, layered with something primal and musky - the smell of sex.

The second thing he noticed was Sukuna, splayed over the couch like he’d just run a marathon. Tank top soaked through and sweatpants riddled with little damp patches, dotted across the fabric like stray petals. Toji’s gaze dipped without bothering to hide the way he was blatantly staring at Sukuna’s chest, at the heaving pecs peeking out from his neckline, eyes tracking the little bead of sweat beginning to trail a hot path down the center.

“What’s your problem?” Came Toji’s eventual greeting as he paused by the door, tearing his eyes away just to sling his gym bag over the hook there before continuing into the room, water bottle clasped in his hand.

Sukuna glared in reply, and if Toji were anyone else he might have actually felt intimidated by the sight. But with the way the other man was panting, pink tufts of hair stuck every which way and slicked with sweat, he didn’t paint a particularly scary image. In fact the only sensation the sight triggered within Toji was a mild amusement, alongside a tiny spark of heat low and betraying in his belly.

“I’ve already had her four times,” Sukuna grunted, “the brats insatiable.”

Toji snorted mid sip of water, eyes leaving the couch to instead peer through the half opened doorway to the bedroom, where he managed to catch only a glimpse of your bare leg through the crack. From the looks of it you were naked - splayed over the sheets, hair probably still a little damp from the shower, skin lacquered with lotion, half washed away with sweat by now.

“What, she ovulating or something?” Toji wondered aloud, lowering the bottle to once again catch Sukuna’s gaze over the metal rim.

The other man crossed his arms unceremoniously across his chest, and Toji watched the tendons jump in the winding muscle of his forearms as he shrugged.

“That or she’s in heat, damn near milked me dry.” He grumbled, brows knitted, working a mean line between them. If you were here you’d reprimand him for such an expression, crawl over the couch and run your thumb between his salmon brows until the lines wore smooth, or until Sukuna grew bored and wrapped a hand around your wrist to flip you onto the cushions instead.

Toji laughed then, the sound rough and graveled like tattered velvet.

“Seriously?” He scoffed, lips spread into a sly grin as he licked stray droplets from them, “had to tap out did ya’ Ryomen?”

Sukuna’s scowl only deepened, soured now with genuine irritation.

“Just be grateful I wore her out for you,” he spat, “and watch your tone, or it’ll be you spread eagle and whining for more cock next, Fushiguro.”

Toji chuckled again as he screwed the lid of his bottle on tight, the motion accented with a metallic ‘squeak!’ before he tossed it toward Sukuna, hard enough that he heard the fleshy impact when the other man’s hand shot out to catch it.

“Yeah yeah,” he mused, moving past the couch to instead push through the bedroom door, which creaked beneath the effort, “drink some fuckin’ water and get outta my way.”

If he were being honest, when he’d left for the gym that morning he’d been hoping for this exact scenario. Toji knew you - or at least your cycle - well enough to know that you’d wake up needy and leaking, and he knew Sukuna well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to resist the sight of you humping his thigh like a dog in heat for very long. So he’d left without a word just as the sun kissed the horizon, and he’d been half hard in his sweats since his second rep just thinking about it.

If the living room was warm, the air within the bedroom was stifling. But it wasn’t the heat or the sticky sweet scent that knocked the air from Toji’s lungs on entry, no. It was the sight of you - limbs splayed over the mattress, hair messed and wild where your head was tucked between the pillows. Your jaw lifted back far enough to expose the long column of your throat, giving Toji a stellar view of the dark sucking marks peppered there, indents of teeth that he was sure would melt into bruises by the evening.

Toji took in the sight indulgently - paused in the doorway, a lone hand already trailing its way down the curve of his stomach, teasing until his fingers curled over the bulge forming there. He squeezed once and shivered, reveling in the immediate relief that sizzled over his body like a splash of ice water.

He could feel the weight of Sukuna’s gaze piercing into the back of his skull like the promise of a snipers sight. He didn’t indulge the urge to peer over his shoulder and meet that heated gaze, instead he let his hand drop to his side and pressed a knee into the mattress.

You didn’t move, didn’t speak or even open your eyes when he crawled over the sheets, crowding your space like a panther sliding atop its snagged prey.

His hand met the curve of your waist, skin soft and warm beneath his palm, layer of sweat sticking you lightly to him. He trailed one hand downward over the curve of your belly, the other grazed feather-soft over the slopes of your breasts, pausing to pinch gently at either nipple, perked and willing in his hands.

“You’re soaked sweetheart,” he mused when his fingers finally dipped between your thighs, which gave way to him easily, spreading to make room for his forearm to slot between. He moved slowly, palming soft and teasing over your mound and listening to you mumble mindlessly below him.

You whined something unintelligible in reply, voice nothing but a high pitched whimper, crackled like shattered glass.

With a chuckle, he leaned down and craned his head until his ear rested level with your mouth.

“What’s that sweetheart?” He questioned, head tilted to listen.

You swallowed, hard and dry, and licked your lips before you spoke again. Another croaked string of words hit his ear, a touch clearer this time. He realized then that you weren’t mumbling gibberish at all, you were begging.

“More, more, need more, please ‘kuna, please jus’ one more…”

Toji chuckled and lifted his head back to study you again - he found your eyes still closed, brows now knitted into an expression that was decidedly desperate.

“Old Ryo’ couldn’t keep up, huh?” He mused, hands lifted from your body to instead press into the mattress either side of your head, leveraging the weight of him as he slotted himself properly between your thighs.

You offered a gentle huff in reply, eyelids feeling much too heavy to bother opening. Your limbs felt numb, tingling with residual little sizzles of pleasure.

“Don’t worry doll, ‘m here now.”

Toji didn’t waste time working you open or teasing you with the brush of his lips or gentle caresses, no. He simply slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it sideways. His thumb hooked over his waistband, tugged down to let his length spring free and slap hard and raw against you.

The sensation was enough to have his lips parting around a shuddered breath. You felt like heaven - like slick molten silk kissing each bumped ridge as he rutted through your swollen folds. You jolted when he shifted, hard inches rubbing over your clit, still singing with over stimulation.

He grinned and lowered a thumb to pet at your entrance, leaking slick and dribbles of what he was sure was Sukuna’s spend. He traced your rim beneath the head of his cock slowly, smearing the milky little pearls gathered there and wondering just how many loads Sukuna had managed to stuff inside you before he’d finally tapped out. The thought made his breath catch, and sent another sizzle of heat straight to his throbbing cock.

“C’mon, look at me now,” Toji cooed, watching the way any semblance of coherency on your face melted away when he finally pressed down, sinking inside with a single dizzying press of his hips - testament to just how soaked and used you really were.

It was enough to make your eyes roll behind your lids, fluttering with the delicious sting of being stretched open again. Toji treated you with shallow little thrusts. The hair at his base tickling your clit, thick veins pulsing against your rubbed raw walls where Sukuna had pounded you until you cried, until you bruised. And yet despite the pain, the ache - that needling little bud of desire still burned just as hotly as when you’d first awoken that day, stoking the fire in your belly and dribbling lava hot between your aching thighs.

“Oh, oh…” you moaned dumbly, lashes twitching as you finally lifted them and tried to blink away the layer of hazy film that had settled there. Your mind felt fuzzy, vacant. Drunk on the sensation of being stuffed utterly full once again.

“There she is,” Toji soothed.

“‘Ji, it’s you…” came your delayed greeting, nothing more than a breathy whine, “need’t cum, need to cum again, please…”

“Again?” Toji echoed in faux surprise, hips lowing to a torturous roll, “that’s a little greedy of you, don’t you think?”

“Incredibly greedy,” a distant voice interrupted, flat and deep and utterly serious.

Toji tilted his head back just enough to catch sight of Sukuna’s broad form filling the doorway, looking more like the hired security than someone who actually lived there. Toji peered through strands of ink black hair at the big hand that was beginning to dip beneath the waistband of Sukuna’s sweats, palming lazily at the considerable bulge there. Sukuna’s gaze was equally heavy and heated, lowered past the curve of Toji’s spine to track the way your hole was stretching around his thickness.

Toji swallowed, took a final glance at the sight of Sukuna beginning to work his length free from his boxers. His eyes stuck on the exposed slip of tan skin where Sukuna had tugged his shirt upward, the spatter of hair dusted there, before he turned his attention back to you.

“Haven’t even asked how my day was yet, and here you are begging me to make this needy pussy cum,” Toji teased, “and after Ryo’ took such good care of you too.”

“Please,” you cried, shaking your head furiously against the damp pillows crumpled either side of you, “please don’t tease me.”

“Aw I’m sorry sweetheart,” Toji cooed, voice dripping thick with mock concern, “you just need it real bad, huh?”

The delicate shallow thrusts he had been nursing you with suddenly shifted, turned to long pulls smacked back inside hard enough that you felt the tip of him kiss somewhere deep and delicate. Each buck had your legs quivering, and a sharp little shock of pain and pleasure in equal measure sizzling over your skin.

You were lucid enough only to know that he was moving, slow methodical thrusts that felt achingly tender. Each twitch of his worked muscle was purposeful, each motion entirely controlled and aimed to break you apart.

“Shh, just feel it. You feel me, right baby? Nice ‘n deep.” The words were sin incarnate, purred right into your ear.

You were nodding before you could think, slurring a string of unintelligible words alongside breathy cries of his name, strung together like a prayer.

“Deep… deeper…”

The scent of him was intoxicating, dizzying. The sharp sting of fresh sweat and his own familiar woody musk was enough to have you lifting your trembling legs just to hook a heel over his hip and tug him closer.

“Finally knocked all the brains outta you, huh?” Toji teased, “That’s alright, don’t need to think. Just keep squeezin’ this pretty little pussy around me, yeah?”

One of your hands fled the sheets to instead grasp at one of Toji’s bare shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there.

“Kiss me,” you panted, blinking up at him with wide wet eyes, blown black and glossy with need, “oh, hng-… please Toji…”

Toji didn’t bother with a reply, instead he simply dipped his head and captured your lips in a kiss so sudden you barely had the wherewithal to suck in a lungful of air before he was swiping any lingering thoughts away with the hot slide of his tongue.

You melted into the touch, letting the roll of his jaw guide your movements - moaning in surprise when his teeth nipped at your cracked lower lip, your grip on his shoulder tightening when his tongue met yours.

When you finally split apart you were sufficiently softened by the blend of his sweet kisses and the steady rock of his hips, brain humming quietly like the static of a tv set to a dead channel.

“Good?” Toji questioned, head tilting.

You just nodded, struggling to keep you gaze affixed on the inky strands of hair slipping over Toji’s forehead, that was until a sudden blur of colour crept into the edge of your vision.

“Oi, what are you?-…”

You watched, motion a little delayed, as Sukuna’s hand slid across the back of Toji’s neck. Toji’s eyes widened an inch, looking genuinely shocked for just a moment before Sukuna’s grip tightened, firm hand forcing his head upward until they finally met in a rough crashing of lips.

Peering up you simply watched, entranced, at the slide of pink tongue between sticky sweet flutters of your lashes. Eyes caught on the way Toji’s brows lifted and his hips stuttered just a little when Sukuna’s hand tightened into a fist at his nape, strands of silky black hair sticking wayward through his thick fingers.

Toji grunted into the kiss, rougher now - a tumble of teeth and tongue in stark contrast to the slow rhythm of the embrace you had shared. One of Toji’s hands curled over your hip, thumb mindlessly tracing the bone there. The other found Sukuna’s chest, grasping a handful of fabric before he was shoving the other man backwards.

You watched a glittering thread of spit link them for a moment before it split, and you must have clenched at the obscene sight because Toji made a choked sound above you, falling into the sensation a little like he were suddenly made of jelly.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he panted, lips glossed as he dug a fist into the mattress beside your head, “that’s it, just like that.”

His thrusts didn’t slow or soften, but they felt sloppier somehow, and when you blinked upward you realized why. Sukuna had stepped in behind Toji, plump chest pressed to his back, massive hand still curled around his nape, thumb rubbing soothing little shapes there. His head turned inward, lips pressed to the delicate little strip behind Toji’s ear, breathing so close you could see the speckle of goosebumps begin to prickle over Toji’s skin.

“C’mon Fushiguro,” Sukuna purred, quiet enough that you could barely hear the sweet syrupy words, “don’t get soft on me now.”

Dazed, you watched Sukuna raise a spare hand to his lips, thumb pressed against tongue beneath the glint of pearly canines before he reached past Toji’s hips and tucked it between your thighs. You jerked at the sudden contact, the searing heat of his slick thumb, calloused and rough and perfect against your abused clit.

“Bastard…” Toji gritted, breaths coming ragged now, panting between barely masked grunts of pleasure as his head dipped beneath the weight of the palm at his nape. His gaze was glassy, glued to where you were clamping around him, where your slick was painting the dark curls at his belly white.

Sukuna only grinned in reply, and you could hear the lazy glee lacing his tone with his next words, thumb still rolling over your twitching nub as you writhed beneath his touch.

“Go on now,” he rumbled, low and filthy over the shell of Toji’s ear, and you swore you felt Toji twitch in response. “make the pretty girl cum.”

You could feel it, the looming buzz of your orgasm, curling like the crest of a wave, hot and tight in your belly like the slow cinching of a knot.

“Close ‘ji…’m close,” you slurred, “gonna… hn!- ‘m gonna…”

“I’m right here sweetheart,” Toji was groaning now, shivering a little as the hand at his nape tightened once more. His thrusts were wild - wide sloppy pumps driven haphazardly into the slick mess between your thighs. Sukuna’s thumb continued its assault, drawing steady heart shapes over your clit, right above where Toji was busy splitting you open.

“C’mon princess,” Toji pleaded, words accented with a kicking throb that you felt all the way in your gut, “give it to me.”

You let your eyelids fall shut, squeezed tightly against the way your vision was beginning to blur at the edges. Senses dulled, sounds and scents becoming more and more distant with each second of rising pleasure until suddenly the knot snapped, and you were unraveling along with it.

Toji cursed somewhere beyond the numbed blackness of your senses, and alongside it you felt a flood of heat and the familiar twitching pulse of him as he filled you. Firm hands gripped your waist like an anchor, holding you in place as you squirmed against his final stuttered humps, wracked with unending wave after wave of white hot pleasure.

“Shh, that’s it, that’s a good girl…” Toji was cooing into your ear, forehead pressed to the pillow, only hair tickling your cheek.

The words were a salve, a balm smoothed over your mind until all that was left was the honeyed buzz of pleasure.

You sucked in a shaky breath and realized along with it that you were crying, cheeks soaked and salted with fresh tears. You let your limbs fall, limp and exhausted against the sheets. A subtle ache was beginning to settle in your muscles, in your bones, and yet beneath it all you still felt it - that itch deep inside, like an unending, desirous pit.

“More…” you croaked, voice utterly broken despite your pleading.

Toji scoffed somewhere above you - sounding equal parts shocked and proud at your incessant appetite. You heard the distant thump of approaching footfalls, followed by the telltale creak of a knee digging into the mattress before the bed was dipping beneath a considerable weight, and you felt Toji slip out with a slick sucking sound.

“Move Fushiguro, think I just got my second wind.”

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a/n: kinda ahhh drabble while I work on longer fics bc I’m stuck thinking about tojikuna, hope you enjoy anyway <3

[kamiflix]

▶︎︎ Speechless (starring . roommate!toji)

synopsis . In which your annoyingly dense roommate catches you moaning his name in the shower and finally does something about it. content . afab!reader, porn w some plot, shower shenanigans, pervertedness, improper use of a shower head, praise, overstim, rough sex, pervy!reader, manhandling, getting caught, dirty talk, filth, reader's downbad, degrading, toji’s a himbo on purpose, praise, dumbification, possible second-hand embarrassment, heavy lusting, lots of tension, backshots, hair pulling, getting your freak matched (lol), panty sniffing, finger sucking, size kink—he's huge as per usual, etc.

word count . 8.7k || author's note: This is a repost from kamitv, if it looks familiar, that's why. Banner art from, "Ikyouto Kouryuukai"

You’ve been trying to fuck Toji since the day he moved in.

You don’t know if the guy is painfully oblivious, doesn’t know how to catch hints, or if he’s acting the way he is on purpose but he's driving you insane in more ways than one. By now, he really should've caught on to what it is you want from him. You haven't directly asked him to fuck yet but one more failed attempt at catching your very obvious hints and you just might.

Hell, you’re the one paying the rent most of the time and whenever you cover for him, you even try throwing in one of those clichés, “There’s another way you could pay for this month” at him but it’s no use! All he does is stiffen up a little and give you this deer-in-headlights stare, clearly wondering what the hell you mean by that.

If you didn’t want cash what else did you want from him? It’s not like his over six-foot-tall, sexy, bulky body has anything else to offer to you. Yeah, at some point you realize the guy is all looks and little to no brain. 

Good thing for you, you just want what’s in his pants.

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It's early in the morning as you crawl out of your bed and slip yourself into one of his many shirts that have "accidentally" gotten mixed up with your laundry, clad in nothing more than a bra and panties beneath the fabric. You had a few reasons for purposefully mixing your clothes with his.

One, you liked wearing his things because it constantly reminded you how big he was in comparison to you. That, and everything still smelled like that painfully cheap cologne he always wore even after multiple washes. So whenever he left, you'd sometimes tuck yourself into your bedroom and get off on that scent once you started missing his presence a little too much.

Another reason you liked having all your laundry mixed up is because you really wanted to get some kind of reaction out of him whenever he picked up a pair of your most sinful garments. There was only one time where you happened to see him pulling out your lingerie from his laundry bin and unfortunately, the most that earned from him was a long unreadable stare as he looked over the fabric and then tossed it elsewhere.

You could never tell if he did those kinds of things out of respect or if he truly had no interest in you whatsoever. But, somewhere deep down inside, you knew neither of those things were true. Toji always looked at you like he was imagining the several different ways in which he could fold you up and stuff his dick inside you but, he just never said anything.

His eyes and overall facial expression spoke more than enough for you. You could spot lust in someone's eyes from a mile away. You just couldn't figure out why he wasn't catching your hints or throwing you any outside of his hungry gazes.

But—no matter what the truth behind the situation is—you still wear his clothes around the house in hopes of getting a real reaction out of him and today was no different.

When you stroll out of your room and make your way to the kitchen, you're pleasantly surprised to see him awake this early and standing at the refrigerator, shirtless too. Your eyes immediately widen and start swallowing up every inch of his beefy arms and chest, muscles contracting and bulging naturally with his every little movement as he does nothing more than stare into the open fridge with a bottle of water pressed to his lips, sipping slowly.

You hate the way that dirty part of you wishes his lips were smeared across your cunt instead of the top of that stupid plastic rim. God, the things you would give to—

"Mornin' roomie," Toji's thick morning voice bellows out, practically slapping you out of your filthy thoughts in one quick second. Then those sneaky green eyes of his slide over to you, trickle down your body, and you hear the way his next swallow of that transparent liquid seems to be slower-, heavier.

Shaking out of your daze, "Good morning, Toji," you greet sweetly, like you always do. "You're up early," You fully enter the kitchen now and glance past him to catch sight of the embarrassingly empty refrigerator. "Hungry?"

He nods before he speaks, gaze still clouded in sleepiness whilst they trail your every move, "Mhm, cravin' something sweet."

And see, it's times like this when you'd think that's an open door to flirt but, every time you do it fails miserably because this guy doesn't know what flirting is!

"Oh yeah?" You chime, ears perking up all of a sudden. Now you're walking towards him and bending down toward the open fridge he's leaning against, giving him the most unshameful view of the way your lacy panties hug the curve of your ass. "Well, it's a shame we're all out of snacks," You point out slowly, hips swaying just a fraction to the side. "Unless you want something else, y'know, something sweeter?"

Any guy would've caught on to what you meant. You were practically offering yourself up to him here! And yet...

Toji raises a thin brow and stares down at you all regularly, "Like what?" He asks before tilting his head in that naturally whorish way that makes you wonder if you're the one not catching the hints here, "You don't have a cake or something hidden in that room of yours, do you?"

Your eyes seal shut at the sound of that. This is exactly what makes things so difficult for you. 

Sighing, you redirect your attention into the fridge and reach into the back for a frosty bottle of water for yourself, "No, Toji, there's no hidden cake in my room." You say before standing up straight and looking at him again, "I was talking about me."

He blinks slowly—appearing as though there weren't a single thought inside that handsome head of his—and then chuckles, "You were talking about yourself? I said I was hungry, lady, how're you supposed to fill me up, huh?"

Mentally, you were palming your own face. You've never dealt with a man like this before. "Oh my god, never mind." You huff before turning on your heels and stepping away from him.

You don't make it very far before you feel something pinching the end of his shirt and then tug at your body. You stumble until your backside presses up against something. He hadn't meant to pull you back so hard but now your frame was slightly sandwiched to his and instead of batting an eyelash at it, he merely tips his head down towards your ear.

"You're just gonna walk away instead of feeding me?" Toji asks in that lazy drawl that has something hot blooming in the lowest pits of your stomach.

A scoff flies out of you, "You're a grown ass man, I don't need to feed you." At least not in the way he’s thinking…

Your roommate snorts and the air from it tickles the tip of your ear, making you shudder a little. "Yeah, but you were sayin' something about having something sweeter for me," The man recalls all proudly like one big idiot.

You have to bite back a laugh at that. Shaking your head again, "Yes, Toji, and I was... I was making a joke."

"Oh,” He murmurs nonchalantly. To which you grow annoyed by his constant obliviousness and start pulling away from, causing him to maneuver his grasp on the shirt you have on and keep you still, "Wait.”

Your breath tangles up in your throat at the way your ass unintentionally rubs back against him, "W-What is it?"

"Why do you keep pulling away like that?" Toji questions, like he can’t feel his own dick snuggling against the soft curve of your butt.

You angle your head back in a way that literally anyone else would view as sinful, whispering, "We're too close. I..."

Your voice battles with itself as words begin to fail you. Then your brain starts doing that annoying perverted thing again. If he kept holding onto your shirt like this, you’d start bending over and letting him have his way with you any moment now.

It’s all you can think about with how his docile but thick cock is felt through all the fabrics between you both. Something inside you fights the urge to rub more firmly against him and inevitably get it up. You could just imagine how good it’d be to feel Toji grow hard—his length probably doubling in size and reacting to all your little moments. Fuck, you-

"You what?" He questions indifferently, cutting off your train of thought and making you realize you never quite finished your statement.

"Let go of my shirt," You’re trying to pull away from him again and his grip on it seems to be loosening a little.

The corner of his scarred lips twitched up into an amused smirk, "My shirt, you mean."

You roll your eyes, "Whatever, just let go." Then you manage to step away again but you still don’t make it very far before he’s forcing you back. 

This time he swiftly wraps some of the fabric of his shirt around his hand and bundles it upward before giving it another firmer pull. You feel a brush of cool air slap all against your upper thighs and your backside with the way he holds your shirt up enough for it to expose everything from your mid-torso and down. 

Then the idiot doesn’t even realize what he’s doing, not looking down to see that the dark lace hugging all your goods is exposed. Gasping as you feel him pressing against you again, "Toji!"

He finally cocks his head over and glances downwards. "This doesn't even fit you," Toji points out based on how much fabric he was able to grab onto.

"I bet you could," You blurt out shamelessly as your eyes roll off into the same direction his head is turned.

Almost darkened, those pretty verdant eyes of his snap up to yours, "Huh?"

You don’t shy away from him in the slightest, taking it as far as to look him up and down, "You heard me," Then your voice gets even more solid with him, "I said I bet you could fit me."

Toji blinks once-, twice, and you can just tell your words have soared way over his head. He’s visibly clueless in more ways than one, "The hell does that mean?"

See? Fuckin' idiot.

Instead of getting annoyed by it, you decide to be as blunt as it gets. Because there’s no way he could misinterpret what you mean when you say, "Inside me, dumbass."

Your roommate—ever the oblivious—lets one of his thin brows lift steadily in conclusion. "I could fit inside you?" He asks carefully. Things have never been more evident than they are right now, there's absolutely no way this is gonna fly over his head any further-, "How would that even work? My hand alone is bigger than your face, and the rest of me is clearly a lot larger than you are so I don't think my body could fit in yours when-"

"Jesus Christ, never mind, Toji.” You whine before moving a hand back and smacking at his grasp on you until he eventually lets go. You then groan and start walking away with heavy, aggravated steps, “Never mind!"

You’re beginning to think that maybe the slight differentiation in age between the two of you is ultimately getting to him. In the beginning, him being older than you used to turn you on but now it was starting to piss you the hell off since the old fart doesn’t remember what very obvious flirting looks like anymore.

"Wait, where're you going?” Toji calls out from somewhere behind you as you turn the corner and disappear into the hallway, "You're confusing me!"

"You're always confused, forget it!” You shout back, walking into your room and softly slamming the door behind you. 

Left alone in the kitchen, Toji takes it upon himself to try—honestly try—to understand what you meant. It’s not like he was wrong, he is much larger than you so it’d be quite difficult to “fit” inside you. Hell, he doesn’t even know why you’d come up with such an idea. You always said strange things like that so by now he was mostly used to it.

But this was the first time you seemed to be truly upset about his lack of understanding. Which, in a way, was kinda cute. Toji’s standing in the kitchen just smiling to himself at how amusing you looked storming off all brattily just because you couldn’t find it in yourself to explain your own words to him.

Snickering to himself, "...Weirdo," he mutters just under his breath as he turns to the fridge in hopes that something new will pop out to him now.

——

After a while of waiting for some type of food to magically appear in front of him, Toji calls it quits on lingering around the kitchen. Between the few grumbles from his stomach, he couldn't help but think about you and why you'd been acting weirder than normal today.

You haven't spoken to him since that little misunderstanding, or even come out of your room for all he knows so, he is a bit concerned and something in him is telling him that maybe he should apologize. With this in mind, he heads down the hallway towards your closed bedroom door.

It's been a couple hours now so he hopes you've cooled off enough to at least talk things out with him. He swears to himself that one of these days he'll stop playing dumb with you and maybe even give you a taste of what you want from him but, pushing your buttons like this is arguably a lot more fun.

Except for when it has you going all nonverbal like this, of course.

Toji stands outside your door ready to knock before he hears a sound from the bathroom just a few feet over. His brows shoot up as he realizes you're probably in there and he quickly figures he can make this whole ordeal super simple by apologizing from the door.

At least this way he doesn't have to deal with those glares of yours. Approaching the bathroom, he starts with a heavy little knock, earning a stretched-out moment of no response.

The bathroom is the only room in the apartment with walls thicker than ever so most times it's hard to hear anything from the outside while you're in there and the same thing vice versa.

Because of this, your roommate knocks again and just starts talking, “Hey, I know you’re in there showerin’ right now but uh...” He pauses to chew on his lower scarred lip while he thinks about his next words carefully. Toji breathes out a soft sigh and leans his head against the bathroom door, “I jus’ wanted to come say sorry for earlier, doll. Didn’t want you to spend all day bein’ upset with me over nothing, y'know?”

He still doesn't hear any kind of reply from you so he fears that either something happened to you in there or that you truly hadn't heard a word he said.

The tall man stands there all awkwardly for a long moment whilst debating whether or not he should walk away and apologize later. He fidgets with his fingers in the pockets of his sweats for a second before moving to knock on the door again. His hand lifts but he stops right before his knuckles tap across the wood and instead decides to press his ear against the door.

He only wanted to make sure you were okay, nothing else.

Toji hears the water running perfectly fine but, it almost sounds quieter than normal, as if it wasn't set to its typical stream. Then again you probably have your preferred showering methods so he doesn't question that too much. What he does begin to question is the sounds he starts hearing in the following seconds.

It's faint but there's this little whine coming from inside in between all the splashes of water, “T-Tooji, hahh, fuuuck…” You're heard uttering. Then there's a soft thump as if your back had hit a wall and his ears are twitching as if interested in hearing more, “R-Right there, yesyes, just like that—mmgh!”

From where he is, it sounded like you were struggling with something in there so as his brows are busy pinching together, his voice is coming out in a light whisper instead of something solid at first, “Are you…” He catches himself with a cough and a clearing of his throat, speaking up louder now, “You alright in there?”

“Shit,” You gasp as you're caught off guard.

Just your luck that the one time you decide to rub one out with the assistance of the shower head, Toji comes along interrupting you. The steady and rapid stream of perfectly tempered water against your clit for the past few minutes while you drove your stubborn fingers in and out of your soaked cunt had felt so good.

The last thing you were expecting was for your idiot of a roommate to come knocking. Especially since it's his name you were moaning.

Does that mean you stop what you're doing to have a proper conversation with the man? No—you're a pervert—of course not.

“Yeah-, yes, m’fine!" You huff out all breathlessly whilst your thighs naturally draw together in slight shame.

“Sounded like you said my name,” Toji yells back to you. Fuck, he heard you. Maybe he didn't realize it was a moan? His hand meets the bathroom's doorknob cautiously and he's still pressing you with his questions, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Toji,” You say again, feeling as the shower water angles juuust right against your aching clit. You could barely focus on the conversation at hand.

The poor man on the other side of the door only gets more concerned for your condition, wondering if maybe you'd slipped onto the floor and you were calling for him to come inside and help you. He slowly twists the knob in his hand—hardly surprised to see that the damn thing isn't locked—but doesn't push the door open just yet, “What? M’right here."

There's another soft thump from inside as you head makes soft contact with the shower's wall behind you, “Fuck, I-I can’t..."

“Can’t what?” He rushes, letting the door slowly creak open an inch or two now so he can hear you a little better, “Do you want me to come in—”

“Please, nngh-, yes!” You're moaning again and Toji finally steps into the bathroom.

The air is steamy and he doesn't see you laid out in the middle of the floor so that was good. But if you hadn't fallen over then why the fuck were you calling for him like that? Surely you're not...

“Toji,” He hears you utter again.

This time it makes his body heat up. The airiness in your tone, all delicate like a sultry whisper caressing against his eardrums. You've said his name like that a few times in the past and although you don't know it—since he hides it pretty well—it never fails to turn him on.

Ignoring it for now, “Did you even hear my apology?” Toji asks you to deflect what he's fifty percent sure you're behind that curtain doing right now. He happens to glance around the room, spotting your pile of recently worn clothes and then the neatly folded stuff not too far off from it.

He quietly walks over to it and fishes for the pair of underwear you plan on wearing, plucking it up and bringing it towards his nose to smell. It's got the scent of your detergent on it and as soon as the fumes fly through his nose, he's moving his free hand down to palm at the slight twitching of his cock.

Then he snatches the item away from his face and looks around the bathroom counter, noticing your lack of a towel and clearing his throat again. “Hey, where’s your towel?" Toji asks as if he truly gave a damn about the item, "Is uh, is that why you called me in here like that...?”

Something filthy almost slips past your lips at the sound of his heavy voice carrying all throughout the bathroom's rather acoustic-like walls. Your gaze may have been a little hazy from the shower's steam but you could still make out his hefty silhouette from behind the wet curtain in front of you.

Biting your lip for a moment, you look down at the fingers you'd recently pulled out of yourself and the way the water is still lightly running over your clit, feeling your pussy throb for more attention. Y'know, more attention than you alone cannot give yourself. Then you look up and work up enough confidence to say, “Toji, come here.”

He's busy opening cabinets in search of a spare towel to hand you, still assuming that's what you're calling him for, “I’m tryin’ to get your towel, hold–”

Unintentionally, your thumb flicks over one of the buttons on the shower head, making its gentle stream switch to the jet. And then instinctively, you let out another moan without thinking, “Toji."

Every part of his body freezes. Well, except for his cock. That guy stands straight up at attention as if it was him you specifically called for. Toji squeezes his eyes shut tightly because he knows damn well he can't sit here and act like he didn't hear that.

Maybe this was his sign to stop playing dumb with you?

Opening his eyes to glance over at the shower curtain, hearing the water running with more pressure to it now. Toji scoffs and then stands all the way up, “Did you just moan my name?”

You swallow down the next sinful sound that threatens to fly out of you. The image of his face all scolding and disapproving with you was at the forefront of your mind right now and you wanted nothing more than to hear him keep using that tone with you.

“I n-need your help,” You whine sweetly, moving the jet stream away from yourself for a moment to breathe out a more grounded, “Please?”

Toji turns on his heels but doesn't start walking towards you just yet, “What do you want me to do?” He asks, staring directly at your shower curtain and really trying his best not to picture how you look standing all wet and needy behind it.

Then he hears you huff and his lips twitch as you groan, “Stop playing dumb and get in here.”

He’s been keeping up with this little clueless act long enough now, hasn’t he? Toji hears the way you whine for him in your room late at night when you think you’re being quiet; he catches every hint you throw at him and has always intentionally averted them, so he thinks he can let himself indulge in what he really wants now.

Moving his hands down to the hem of the shirt he just threw on a few minutes ago, you watch the way his silhouette moves around and hear the teasing shuffling coming from him as he removes his clothes. Toji doesn’t say anything and you’re standing a mere shower curtain away from seeing the hunky guy completely naked after so many nights of fantasizing about it. You’ve already tried to imagine the way his cock looks more times than you can count and now you’re finally about to see it.

You’re practically drooling down your inner thighs, the slick coating your skin coming from more than the shower water alone. The bottom skin of your lip is lightly clasped in between your teeth as you nibble on it in anticipation and run your fingers over one another anxiously.

You could hear the soft thumps on the floor whenever he dropped another item of clothing and fuck if you weren’t getting even wetter from all this drawn-out tension alone. Every second seemed to drag out far longer than it needed to and you were one minute away from shoving the curtain open yourself.

Luckily, you soon hear his bare feet tapping against the floor steadily as he creeps closer to the shower and then lifts a hand to move it aside. 

You immediately look down hoping to see everything he has to offer you and yet, your entire expression is left disappointed to see that he still has his boxers on. But, hey, at least you have that fat bulge to ogle at until you hear him sneering at you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Toji scolds again, even though his greedy eyes are very much running up and down your body faster than the droplets of water slithering along your skin. “I only took my clothes off so they wouldn’t get wet.” He adds on as if you cared.

You both knew damn well you’d be even more annoyed if he opened that curtain and was still fully dressed. At least you were getting somewhere with him.

You push yourself off of the wall and step forward, “Are you always this dense?”

“Huh? I’m not–,” He’s quickly cut off by you tugging him in the shower by the waistband of his dark-shaded boxers. “Woah, roomie, you’ve got some strength to ya’,” Toji chuckles halfheartedly, trying to distract you from the fact that his cock is a smearing hot mess of precum all over the fabric now.

Now that he’s sharing a space with you, you continue to hold him by the one clothing item he has on and then lean in to press your body up against his. A delicate pout presses out against your lips, “Can you help me?”

He looks down at you all indifferently like his breath isn’t currently struggling against his lungs to keep steady at the way your soaked tits feel slipping against his skin, “Help you with what?”

You’ve got your bare body pressed against his and yet he still can’t put the pieces together? “Toji!” You huff, sulking in front of him at the way he can’t seem to use his brain—

Your roommate finally breaks out that sexy, lopsided smile of his. The kinda smile that has your pussy throbbing for any kind of attention. Then he moves to take your jaw into his hand, pushing his thumb up to press past the cute pout in your lips, “I can’t do anything to you until you act like you know how to use this properly.”

Oh you’re instantly rendered speechless in front of him for the first time. Stammering out a faint, “H-Huh?” in response.

His cock starts twitching again and his thumb glides across the drool already building up against your skin, “Pretty fuckin’ mouth…” Toji drawls out in this thickly aroused tone you’ve never had the pleasure of hearing from his throat until now, “Always talking to me like some whore yet you say everything except what you really want.”

Stopping yourself from slutting yourself out for the man without question or argument, “That’s not true,” You refute, “I’m very blunt with you. You’re just d-dumb—mngh!”

The moan that flops out of you was quite embarrassing to say the least. All he did was move his other hand down, use two sturdy fingers to tap at your inner thighs, gesture for you to part them, and then take those same digits to rub over that glossy cunt of yours.

Gathering your arousal on his fingertips, he looms down to your ear and his breath is torrid enough to send shivers down your spine, “You really think I don’t know why you do the things you do?” Toji snickers, “Doll, all I wanted was for you to ask for it, directly.”

His middle and ring fingertips glide up towards your clit and testingly rub around the achy bud a couple times, leaving you to stutter out a rather pretty-toned, "I-I can't just-"

“If you can offer yourself up to me like a piece of candy first thing in the morning, then you can ask me for some cock,” He hums directly into your ear, his every word flowing straight down to your cunt in hot, gushing waves. When you let out some inaudible response instead of something he can actually work with, his lips quirk up higher and his fingers begin to work their way down to your sopping hole, “C’mon now, speak up.”

“Toji,” You whine, mind feeling fuzzy already even though he’s barely even touching you.

Maybe you had imagined this very thing happening too many times. Now that it was actually happening—now that he was literally working your pussy lips apart with glossy strides—you couldn't do or say half the things you thought you would. Anything you do manage is only natural for you, such as the way your back arches when his long, stocky fingers finally dip past your plush folds.

“I know you’re not tryin’ to act shy on me here,” He teases, curling the plump tips of his digits up against your walls before dragging the motion back down and then repeating it a few times. This leaves the two of you to sit there breathing heavily and listening to the sloppy smacks your cunt leaked out, all honeyed 'n aroused against his hand, “I’ve already got my fingers inside you, if you need more like you’re always acting like you do then, fucking ask.”

He feels your pussy hug his fingers tightly in reaction, simply refusing to let him pull them out too far before he sinks them in even deeper and earns a perky slosh from below in response. Mouth slightly dangling open now with his thumb still swatting against your inner cheeks just to have you looking like even more of a slut, “I want… hah, Toji can we-,” You cut yourself off to look away for a moment.

Quickly disapproving of the lessening attention on him, his thumb presses further back into your mouth and right against the center of your tongue, “Look at me, doll. Right here,” He directs gently, even as his hand tugs your face over so that you can't look away no matter how hard you try. “Atta’ girl. Carry on now,” Toji praises kindly.

“Can we have sex?” Your timid whisper against the finger he has in your mouth almost makes him laugh. Instead of doing that and making you feel even more embarrassed than you already were, he thrusts the digits tucked into your cunt farther and then plucks his thumb out past your lips. 

There’s one filthy string of saliva hanging between the two of you but he ignores it for now just to angle his head down closer to your face. His ear is at your lips now so he can’t miss a single word, “Huh? Speak up, baby. I can’t hear you. What is it you need from me, exactly?”

“I need you to fuck me, Toji,” You whine. From the close proximity the two of you were at now, he was able to capture every hitch and every faint stammer of shyness in your voice—which only made his dick pulsate all angrily as it hardened with full, anxious demand against his boxers. Then your voice got impossibly lovelier, “Please, I want it so bad.”

Somewhere in his head he's wondering why the fuck he didn't give in to you sooner. There's nothing hotter than having his sexy roommate dripping all over his fingers and begging him to fuck him like she'd die without it, Toji thinks. “It?” He whispers, aching for further clarification.

It was almost like pulling teeth trying to get you to be more vulgar with him but, he needed it. He's thought about it almost just as much as you have. There's been countless sleepless nights where he's wondered what you'd sound like saying all the dirty things he wishes you'd utter to him. The flirting is cute, it really is but nothing beats a direct statement.

“Your cock,” You manage to murmur to him.

To which you feel the fat of Toji's thumb press against your clit and ease out his initials around the delicate bundle of nerves, “Ohhh, s’that why you’re drooling like this on my fingers?” He asks.

Your cunt responds before you do with a gorgeous slop of slick glazing the skin of his fingers whilst he eases them out of you. “Mhmm,” You hum, biting at your bottom lips again, “I’ve been wanting it.."

“I know,” Toji admits. Then your hand comes out to hold onto his arms, fingernails digging into his sturdy muscles hard enough to leave marks for him to admire later. Your roommate looks down at the contact and huffs softly, “And I’ve been waiting for you to ask for it like a whore with some manners, at least.”

Now his fingers were properly fucking you. The sensation was far better than anything you could've accomplished on your own and just like you'd hoped he would, he never fails to force your legs to stay open as he applies more pressure against that spongey g-spot of yours. Each time you try hunching forwards and then pushing at his arm as if you didn't want it, he can't help the way his breathing grows even more uneven.

You were too fuckin' cute.

The fact that you're the same woman who's been not-so-indiscreetly throwing herself at him for months and now you're pushing his arm away like the pleasure was too much for you was truly something humorous for him.

Or at least, it's funny to him up until he gets a proper look at your face. Shit, he didn't know you could make an expression so slutty—brows scrunched up, lower lip poking out with drool, and eyes all drunk 'n starved for him. The sight makes his body slump even closer to you until he's unconsciously got you pressed up against the wall again.

One of his strong legs is in between yours to keep them apart after one too many attempts of you clamping your thighs together and he's hardly even paying attention to what he's doing with his fingers at this point. He's been with enough women in the past to naturally remember what spots to touch but ever since he started living with you, he hasn't even thought about another woman, let alone go out and touch one.

Toji worried he may have lost his skill but considering the way you're falling apart all around his thick digits, it's clear he hasn't forgotten shit. You feel him thumb at your clit a little faster as if you were a literal toy to be played with, his other two busied fingers making themselves at home against your g-spot with thrashing thrusts against it.

Your hips were still bucking for more somehow because even though you were about to cum, you never wanted it to end. Somewhere in your head you told yourself that if you got off on his fingers then that would be it and things would end right there.

So—fearfully—you reach your free hand down to his boxers and start tugging.

Toji's fingers stutter inside you as he loses his pace for a second, choking on his breath, “Fuuck, wait a second, baby." He huffs. You ignore him and let your hand cup the shape of his cock over the fabric. To which he groans, "I’ll give it to ya’, just-, hahh... just let me finish prepping this cute hole of yours..."

“I-I don’t need prep, Toji. I just need you,” You argue as his fingers increase in speed against your sobbing walls, practically searching your insides for that delicious orgasm he wanted to drag out of you. But when you lift your hips away from his hand and add on a light, “Pleeease," that's when he realizes his roommate happens to be nothing more than a brat in need of some taming.

The man would never let you pull yourself away too far, not when he knows he's got you right where he wants you already. So, he scoffs as if annoyed and then his gripping free hand finds the thick of your hip, forcing you right back down into place where you belong. “You’re adorable, really. But I already told you earlier,” He starts lowly, “I can’t fit inside you... Not without me stretchin’ you out first, anyway.”

Your lashes bat over one another repetitively, your whines and moans tangling up in your throat due to the bullying way he starts scissoring his fingertips against your walls. “Hahh—mmgh! S-So you did know what I meant!” You gasp as your eyes widen and the hand you have on his arm moves for a second just to playfully hit him.

“Course’ I did,” Toji smiles at you again, “You would’ve been fucked stupid over that counter if you just said you wanted to see if my cock fits inside you or not.”

You hate hearing how easy it would've been to get what you wanted had you just been completely shameless with it, “Fuck, you’re so annoying.”

His brow cocks up, “Is this annoying too?” The man emphasizes his words by spelling his name out over your clit in slow motion, making sure you feel each letter indent itself in every direction around and against your twitchy lil' bud.

“Hnngh, n-no.." You mewl deliciously, head flying back to rest against the shower wall, "That feels s’good."

“Bet it does.” He replies with an abrupt husk of pride breaking out in between his words. As your wet pussy continues to gush and gush out all against his hand, his confidence is beginning to show itself to you in full force—almost as if he's suddenly remembered who the hell he is, “You touch yourself like this to the thought of me?”

“Uhuhh, a-all the time,” Your honesty has his cock jumping against the palm of your hand and both of you are quickly becoming a mess of bucking hips and need.

The steam that's enveloped the room is from everything but the warm shower water at this point. Hell, the damn thing is practically forgotten by now as the hanging head sprays water against one of the corners all idly.

“Really?” Toji asks finally, not quite looking for a response since he's well aware of the answer. He then plucks his fingers out of you at the very millisecond you felt yourself about to cum and pops them into his mouth for a moment to suck your taste off. You stand there with slightly wobbly legs, feeling your orgasm die out pathetically inside you.

Your eyes find his face and you watch with a frustrated little glare in your gaze while he moans around the digits in his mouth as if you're not currently suffering from being left on edge so abruptly. Your lips twitch to flit out a complaint to him but when all his touches leave you and he takes a step back to finally remove his boxers, you think anything negative or bratty you had to say dies even faster than your orgasm just did.

Fuck, you actually think you could cum touchless when Toji hauls that thick cock free for your desperate eyes to gape at. After a couple quick strokes of smearing what's left of your slick and his saliva along the jagged veins decorating his shaft, your roommate looks into your eyes and the sudden attention makes you unintentionally whine.

It was single-handedly (literally) the hottest thing you've ever seen in your life. Now, you don't know if that's just because you've been waiting on this for so long or if it's because you like seeing Toji stupidly erect for you but—either way—the only thing in your head now is filth.

Holding the weight of his dick up by its swollen base, he tips his head to the side and his voice is nothing short of whorish, “You spend all your time fantasizing about this cock?” He asks you casually.

You break the eye contact with him and look down at it again, drool fulling spilling past the corners of your lips now,  “Yeahhh..."

His lips twitch and he steps towards you, “Heh, perv.”

“For you, yeah."

Toji's sweltering tip spurts out a cute glisten of precum at your words, in which he tries to hide by sliding his thumb in between the slit of his cock head and spreading his bit of excitement around. As if you hadn't already noticed it or something...

“For me? That’s cute,” He compliments with a nod of his chin towards your leg. You take the motion as a sign to lift said leg up and you end up balancing yourself up somewhat sideways against the wall. One arm resting against it and the other hooked underneath your raised leg, leaving your slick-splattered cunt on full display. “But I think you’d slut yourself out like this to any hot guy that played clueless just like I did,” Toji claims.

You gasp half-offendedly, "N-No I wouldn’t!”

“Mmh, I think otherwise," He argues, green gaze fixated on the way he's got his lewdly spilling cockhead lathering itself in between your puffy folds, "I bet if I called my buddy Shiu over right now you’d be excited to let him get a taste of this slutty pussy.”

“That’s—ohfuck," You choke as he starts pushing into you, purposefully waiting for you to start talking before he did so just to hear you lose your wording. "T-That's different.”

“Is it? I’ve got more friends I’m sure you’d be interested in too,” Toji continues speaking nonchalantly like he isn't currently stuffing the rude bulk of his cock a couple thick inches into you, leaving your cunt to let out soaked squeals around every inch that enters you.

You knew he was big but fuck, it was way more than you were expecting—far bigger than any dildo you've ever bounced on, pretending it was him—and wiiide enough for your eyes to light up with a slutty array of stars 'n gloss coating your irises. Toji's so glad he catches it too because it's downright the prettiest thing he's ever seen before.

He thought your expression from earlier was something only a true slut could have painted across their features but this-, oh this was something else entirely. He's not even sure if it's because of the thought of him bringing his other hot friends over to fuck you or if it's because you're feeling his pent-up need for you thrust past your snug ring of half-resistance.

“Yeah, look at’cha," The man pants, moving your hand out the way so that he could hold your leg up now and continue to fuck his dick into you sideways, "Jus' drooling at the thought of it. Fuckin’ whore.”

When his tip initially kisses the hilt of your soddened pussy—his pelvis pressed neatly to yours—both of you release a blissed-out moan of relief. Neither of you could deny how badly you'd been waiting for this.

Who knew all it would take was you moaning out his name as you got off in the shower?

Speaking of which...

Toji could only get a couple thrusts in before he noticed soft streaks of tears coating your cheeks, which quickly reminded him of the nearby dangling shower head.

He doesn't warn you, doesn't say anything, and doesn't even let you get a moment to get your breathing in order before he's got the damn thing in his hands. The next thing you feel is warm, heavy pressure splattering against your clit in unison with his broad tip imprinting itself against the depths of your cunt. Your pussy gasps around his cock before you so and Toji's hips are slapping against yours a little faster to chase the suckling sensation your walls are busy greeting his every vein with.

You almost lose your balance against the wall with how utterly caught off guard you are. The warm pleasure that sparked hot flashes of bliss all throughout your body from the combination of his hefty length inside you and that lovely shower head streaming all sturdy against your clit was enough to have you dumb with delight.

You're creaming around his cock within the next few seconds. Toji can't even fight off the proud smile that spreads across his uneven lips at the feeling. His thrusts get even faster-, harder to coax you through it and the way he was handling the show head's jet-stream was around your clit was almost better than his thumb had been moments ago.

It's not until your high is dying down and you're trying to pull away from him for a second time that he tosses the shower head and lets it tap into the wall for a moment. Because you keep running from what you've been begging him to give you for months, Toji's handling your body how he pleases all over again.

He shoves your leg over and down, spinning the rest of your fame around so that both of your hands are pressed against the wet shower wall. Then he dips a hand into your arching spine and has you bent over exactly how you wanted to be earlier that day.

You're feeling a hand deepen the arch in your back and another dive into your head of hair to tug before you have a chance to think. You think Toji's cock gets bigger inside you, somehow. Your ass bounces back against him and he's properly handling the entirety of your body as if you were some kinda fucktoy.

You spent all this time thinking you were the pervert in this apartment when in reality, it was him. Toji's imagined having you arched over 'n spread for him like this more times than you could even wrap your head around if he told you.

There's a sharp sting felt against your ass with the way his hand comes down against it all of a sudden, making you moan twice as loud as you had before, “Mmngh! Toji!”

“Oooh," He starts smiling wickedly, pulling your head back further so that he can start talking into your ear again. He never wants you to miss a single word of his, apparently. Grunting against the crown of it, "M'hittin’ deeper now, huh?”

“Yes," Your pussy pulsates with saturated overstimulation around the long span of his cock, "S-So fuckin’-, big… t-too big!”

The sounds of his skin meanly smacking against yours every time he thrusts into that particular spot inside you that has you seeing stars echoes all throughout the small bathroom, practically bouncing off of the walls. Toji slips his hand from your spine to underneath you so he can feel each time his dick creates that fat bulge against your skin.

As soon as he feels the results of his own actions against his palm, he groans, “I tried to warn you,” His hand presses at your lower abdomen—exactly where his ragged girth is resting—and it forces your pussy to clamp deliciously around him, “But nooo, my cockhungry roomie never thinks that far ahead now, does she?”

You shake your head but, he can't tell if that's because you were too fuck-out already or if that was in response to his words.

“All that time thinking I’m the ditzy one here and yet all you do is think about my dick and then get stupid once it’s in ya’,” He mocks meanly, hips bucking forward with heavier motions that have his balls slapping against your clit sinfully, “Shit.."

Toji leans back and looks down, watching his cock disappear inside you and biting his lip at how debauched the lips of your cunt look sucking him in greedily, "Look at ‘er now, swallowing up every inch like she was made for it... Slutty girl."

You hardly have it in you to respond with anything more coherent than a throaty whimper of, “Right there Toji, p-please..”

“I know,” He huffs as if annoyed. Though, you can’t see the way he’s got his brows screwed up because of the way your cunt is guzzling him in perfectly. As he thrashes against your sweet spot again, he breaks out another lopsided smile, “M’here, aren’t I?”

“Ohmygod,” You’re choking, legs beginning to quiver as that tight knot in the lowest pit of your stomach begins to coil up again.

Tilting his head and keeping his eyes taut on your spread lips around his meanly plummeting cock, “Yeahh, y’feelin’ it?”

“S’too much!” You breathe through a widely gaping mouth, saliva dripping down onto the shower floor just as slick was dripping off of his balls from your hypnotically weeping folds, “G-Gonna cum again,”

Toji scoffs, “So cum. Make a pretty mess on that dick,” He encourages with a somewhat lighter smack against your pretty, hand-marked ass cheek. You do exactly that almost instantaneously—every inch of your body shuddering from the back-to-back releases. “Theeere you go. Feel all better now?” He coos.

“Uhuhh,” You’re nodding dumbly against the wall with your eyes flutter shut.

To which his palm smooths over your ass and he mocks you again with a pout, “Use your words, baby.”

“Y-Yes, Toji.” You moan tiredly, “I feel s’much better now but I-, ah! I wanna make you cum too.”

Just as you say that, he notices your hips trying helplessly to push back and meet his continuous thrusts. The gesture is cute, really.

“Oh yeah? Go on then, make me spill inside this pussy since you want it so bad,” His voice is velvety and sweet with you all of a sudden—curating the perfect pitch to help you continue fucking yourself back on him.

No matter how many times you cum, it seems like his cock doesn’t ever stop feeling oh-so-heavenly inside you. Nothing could compare to receiving the very thing you whined for almost nightly.

“Jus’ like that. Don’t stop–don’t you fuckin’ stop.” Toji’s breath quickly gets unsteady when you push back with a bit more purpose, his grip on you becoming something rather trembly and eager, “Almost there, doll. Keep—f-fuuck you feel so good—keep goin’.”

That last praise blearily rolls off of his tongue before he's meeting your ass with his sharply toned pelvis. The weight of his thrusts makes you jerk forward and cry out in surprise. You're slipping off the wall again and just barely he's holding you in place while he brands himself into your pussy via dumping his gooey load of cum into you.

Nasty squelch after squelch sob into the air until both of you feel spent and are left panting hotly, hardly able to hold one another up and teetering on the edge of slipping. Toji gives you some final, lazy pumps of his breeding cock before slumping forward against you.

You probably would've fallen right over if not for the way you steady yourself against the wall while he chases his breath. The moment it's caught in his lungs again, he's kissing your shoulder tenderly like you're not actively going numb in your legs.

"Next time..." He starts out, smearing his words into your skin in between his little pecks, "If you want me to fuck you," Both of arms wrap around you and you think he's hugging you for a second but, then you feel his hands come up to lovingly squeeze your tits—lips at your neck, "You'll come present yourself to me 'n ask, yeah?"

You let a harmless scoff fall out of you, "Or you can just fuck me whenever you want."

Toji lifts his head to look at you-, like, really look at you. Then you watch how slow he blinks, as if he couldn't believe what you just said, "You're giving me your consent to free use, roomie?"

"Mhm," You hum in response.

The last smile he gives you is something dirty, "Wow, what a filthy pervert you are."

Rolling your eyes and playfully pushing at him, "As if you're any better, you were sniffing my panties earlier!"

"Oh." Toij gulps awkwardly, "You uh, you saw that...?"

Maybe he's not faking the himbo thing as well as he thought he was...

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18+ humping trueform!sukuna’s thick, muscular torso is always fun. feeling his fat cocks harden under you as your hips roll against him.

the mouth on his stomach cracks into a smile before the tongue lolls out and drenches your folds in sticky saliva, flicking against your clit over and over until you’re trembling.

bruising grip on your hips, pointed fingernails sinking into your skin, your panties are soaked translucent, fat pussy lips exposed to sukuna’s hungry gaze.

his cocks prod at your holes– your pussy clenches as his tip teases your entrance, the only thing stopping him being the barrier of your panties. your asshole rejects him, he collects your slick on two fingers before circling the tight ring, massaging.

he grinds into you, hips matching your rhythm as your sigh above him, resting your head upon his fat tits. you pinch at his nipple and he grunts approvingly, returning the favor by slowly sinking his fingertip into your asshole.

you whimper but it arouses you more, and you feel your body arching into it, the feeling of him stretching open your sensitive, untouched hole spurring you on.

his tip desperately pushes into your neglected pussy, still blocked by your panties, and he growls lowly, throbbing against you.

the teasing, the edging, the no-access to your warm, wet pussy is driving sukuna insane– a true aphrodisiac that makes his cock ache and leak in the best way.

and when you suck his taut nipple into your mouth, he loses it. rips your panties off just like that, slips his tip into your pussy, and while your fluttering around him, he lines the other cock up right to your asshole, and sinks you down, down, down, until his skin is covered in drag marks from your nails.

until your impaled on his cocks, filled to the brim and tummy bulging full of him. until you’re crying and drooling and begging him not to move, not yet, because it’s too much too fast and you feel like you can’t breathe. until you’re nearly passing out from each throb of his cock inside you, against your g-spot, and stretching your asshole open much past it’s limit.

and then it’s your turn to be played with, toyed with as his hands cup your tits, hands appearing there and sticking your nipples, biting and licking. tongue on his tummy attacking your clit as he fucks up into you, grip on your hips so tight he draw blood.

his teeth are sinking into your neck, your shoulder, your cheek, your lips, your tongue– he’s obsessed with the taste of your blood. he drains you and fills you up all at once, but you’re far too gone to care, losing track of your orgasms ages ago.

shoving sukuna‘s robes off and humping him like a desperate little bitch in heat will get you fucked like one. but we all know that’s what you wanted.

enjoy :)

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tag: @farylfordaryl @mad-katsuki @lalabebee

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happy birthday to a real bitch🎂 i’m working on some shit for yall but i fear it might be TOO kinky (cnc, breathplay, etc)

anyways, your fav milf just turned 24🩷

[xoslutty]

✮ stepdaddy!toji can't get enough of you. cw: stepcest

stepdaddy!toji didn't plan on getting married at all. he had zero desire to deal with responsibility and all that bullshit, but he figured his kid needed a mother figure. so he met a woman who worked in some boring office, no spark or passion happened, and he didn't even expect it. he just wanted to make sure his boy didn't grow up lonely.

stepdaddy!toji who didn't even blink when she said she had a daughter but would do whatever it took to make sure you wouldn't cause a problem, 'cause apparently you were a total brat who rebelled against her on purpose and all that shit. he just grunted and nodded, thinking you were the same age as his son.

stepdaddy!toji didn't even set eyes on you until he and your mom got hitched, 'cause you kept running away from home and this time your mom just kicked you out. when you guys first met, you were wearing these crazy short lounge shorts with your hair all messy. well, you were way older than his son. you licked your ice cream and looked at him with those doe eyes. "so, you're my new daddy now?" he checked you out from head to toe, letting his gaze linger on those hips. "guess so. and did you have a lot of new ones?" "enough to know you won't last long here." well, that did something to his cock.

stepdaddy!toji saw with his own eyes that you weren't some bratty, hopeless kid like your mom described. you just didn't agree with her and tried to prove her wrong, and she got pissed every single time, telling you she wasted her youth on you. he just cut the argument short, stroking your hair and telling your mom to stop being such a bitch.

stepdaddy!toji couldn't tear his eyes away when you walked around the house in just panties and a sheer white top after another fight just to spite your mom, with your nipples peeking through. you never gave any blunt hints, but the way you stared at his biceps every time he reached for the salt on the table, or at his huge cock when he wore gray sweatpants, spoke for itself.

stepdaddy!toji walked into your room one day while you were out to swipe your panties and sniff 'em while he jerked off, but he found something way more interesting. your laptop stayed open with a chat with your friend on the screen. he was just about to blow it off when he saw his name.

→ idk girl, it sounds gross but if you saw him you'd wanna fuck him too

i mean, you got a shitty mom who's been terrorizing you since you were a kid, he didn't raise you, he didn't change your diapers, so why the hell not? if the dick's worth it lol ←

→ it's huge, i'm sure he'd just rip me apart. i have to imagine him instead of my dildo, though he's definitely like three times bigger

stepdaddy!toji decides to shower with you the next morning, making you let out a scream. "what are you doing in here?" and you try to cover yourself up, but he just laughs. "giving you exactly what you want." he starts stripping and you stare at his massive biceps, his rock-solid chest and abs, then your eyes trail down and see the happy trail leading to a huge, hang-hard cock that was already standing tall. your mouth hung open while he sat down on the edge. "get over here, baby." one second you stopped hiding yourself, and the next you were bouncing on his cock, and he was deep inside you, ripping you apart.

his hands are glued to your ass, guiding your rhythm, squeezing and spreading you open on his cock. every time you slide down, you feel him hit that spot deep inside. "nngh! yes! yes! so good—" he leans forward and captures your nipple between his lips, suckling hard, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. "you were made to take my cock." you gasp when he bites down gently, then soothes the ache with his tongue. "mmnn— my little girl’s got the sweetest tits, huh? gonna suck 'em dry." your hips start to slow — you're exhausted, your muscles screaming — but he won't let you stop. his hands grip your waist and start bouncing you on his cock, fucking up into you with brutal precision. your head falls back, mouth open, letting out a long, guttural moan. "you like that, baby? you like your daddy using you like this?" "yes! yes— please nngh! don't stop—" "that's it, baby. cum for daddy. cum all over my cock."

stepdaddy!toji gets addicted to you right away. he turns fucking you every morning into a tradition. he's already hard when he pushes your door open, already stroking himself through his boxers by the time he's kneeling on the mattress, dragging the sheets off your sleeping body. "mornin', little girl." you stir, blinking up at him. his cock is already out, thick and heavy, the head brushing against your thigh. "...it's so early..." "shhh." he pulls your panties down your legs. "daddy needs his breakfast." he rolls you onto your stomach first, because he likes watching the way your back arches when he pushes inside from behind. his chest presses against your spine, his mouth at your ear. "been dreamin' about this pussy all night, baby. you know that? can't sleep proper without knowin' i'm gonna be inside you the second i wake up." "nngh! daddy—! so good..."

stepdaddy!toji uses your tits like a pacifier. it started as something innocent — him suckling gently while you watched tv — but now it's a full-blown ritual. his hands find your shirt, push it up. your bra follows. he groans the second your nipples are bare, leaning down to take one into his mouth. "toji—" "shhh." he sucks hard, tongue circling the sensitive peak. "just let daddy have this."

his eyes are half-closed. he is latched on, suckling slow and steady. his hand cups your other breast, thumb stroking over the nipple. "one day," he murmurs against your skin, "gonna put a baby in you. gonna fill you up so good. and then these tits..." he takes the nipple between his teeth, tugs gently. "gonna be full of milk for me. gonna drink it straight from the source, baby." you whimper, and he suckles harder, his hand sliding down between your legs. "and you'll let me, won't you? let daddy drink it whenever he wants. let me fall asleep right here, with your nipple in my mouth and my cum drippin' out of your tight little pussy." he does fall asleep like that, sometimes. your nipple still between his lips, your hand stroking his hair. and when he wakes up in the middle of the night, hard and aching, he slides inside you without a word, still half-asleep, still sucking your breast.

stepdaddy!toji loves making you squirt just to prove he is way better than guys your own age. he's on his knees between your legs, and he's been down there for god knows how long. your thighs are shaking, you're soaked, and he shows no signs of stopping. "i know you got it in you, baby." his fingers curl inside you, pressing against your front wall. "give it to daddy. give me that." "daddy, i can't—mnngh! i can't, it's too much—" "you can. you will." his mouth closes over your clit, sucks hard while his fingers pump faster. "c'mon, my baby. let go for me. let me see it." your body locks up. every muscle goes tight. and then it releases — a gush of fluid that soaks his hand, his chin, the towel he'd laid down beneath you. "there she is. there's my good fuckin' girl." he doesn't stop. he keeps fingering you through it, keeps sucking your clit until you're screaming, until you're pushing at his head because you can't take anymore. "one more, little girl. give me one more."

stepdaddy!toji who treats your pussy like a living thing. he talks to it, kisses it, worships it. he pushes your thighs up to your chest and groans at the sight of you. "mm, she's wet for me. of course she is. she knows who she belongs to." "look at my girl. missed me, didn't she?" he's talking to your pussy, and he means it. he leans in, presses his open mouth against your folds like a kiss. "fuck, i missed you too, pretty girl." he makes out with it. that's the only way to describe it — his tongue sliding between your lips, pressing inside, then pulling out to suck your clit into his mouth. "daddy's girl's got the sweetest fuckin' pussy in the world. you know that?" he presses his nose against your clit, inhales deep. "can't get enough." "ha— mmnh!!— daddy! i'm gonna—!" "come in my mouth, baby." you cum again from his tongue alone, and he moans through it, smiling against your pussy. when you try to pull away from the oversensitivity, he grabs your hips and yanks you back. "i'm not done. daddy's never done with this pretty pussy."

stepdaddy!toji doesn't give a fuck if someone can catch you guys, if he wanted to fuck you, nothing was gonna stop him. "someone will see—" "let 'em." he pulls you over the center console, guides you onto his lap. your back presses against his chest, the steering wheel digging into your knees. his cock slides into you from behind, and you choke on a moan. "shhh, baby. gotta be quiet." but he's already thrusting up into you, one hand on your hip, the other wrapped around your throat. "look how good you take my cock." a woman walks past with a shopping cart. you freeze, but he keeps moving, keeps fucking up into you slow and deep. "look at her. she got no idea you're gettin' stuffed full of my cock right now." "fuck— daddy! —nngh!" "that's it. let 'em hear. let 'em know who you belong to." sunlight floods the car, and anyone glancing over would see two silhouettes. he comes inside you with a grunt, holding your hips down, filling you up while a minivan parks three spaces away.

stepdaddy!toji who tells your mom he needs to spend more time with you to get to know his stepdaughter better, so he heads to the mall with you. he fucks you in the first dressing room he finds. you're on his lap, your back against his chest, the flimsy curtain doing nothing to muffle your sounds. his cock is buried deep, and he's holding you still while the saleslady asks through the curtain if everything fits okay. "just fine," he calls out, voice steady. his hips thrust up. "my girl's just trying things on." you bite your lip so hard you taste blood. his hand covers your mouth. "shhh, my baby. don't wanna get caught, do you?" but he's fucking up into you harder, faster. the cheap stool beneath you creaks. "nngh! mmn—!" "what was that?" he pulls his hand away. "you got something to say, little girl?" "daddy! — fuck... i'm gonna!—" "gonna come? right here? with your mama thinkin' we're just havin' a nice afternoon?" you nod frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "then do it, baby. come on daddy's cock. let 'em all hear who makes you feel this good." you come with a broken cry, and he follows right after.

stepdaddy!toji finally gets to fuck you everywhere after the divorce, without hiding or trying to muffle your sweet sounds. he bends you over the thick upholstered arm, your toes barely touching the floor, ass arched high. he pushes in slow, watching his cock disappear into your tight little pussy inch by inch. the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy fills the room. "you hear that, baby? listen to how wet you are for me. this pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?" "y-yes, daddy! it's you— ah!— all yours!" or when he folds you in half, knees pressed against your shoulders, your ankles hooked over his biceps. he looms over you, watching his own cock slide in and out of your gaping hole. he fucks you deep and slow, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every thrust until you're a writhing mess beneath him. "look at you little girl, taking every inch. you love being stuffed full of this cock, don't you?" "yes! daddy— mmnh!— yes, i love it, i love it!"

stepdaddy!toji who loves it when you warm up his dick. he's sitting on the couch, watching tv, and you're in his lap, facing him, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. you're both fully dressed except for where your panties are pushed aside and his zipper is down. "just sit still, little girl. keep me warm." you try to stay quiet, but every small movement makes you clench around him, and you can feel him twitch inside you. your thighs are shaking, your pussy pulsing, and you're so wet you can feel yourself dripping down onto his lap. "please— i need you to move—" you can feel him twitch inside you, feel him get harder even though he's not moving. his thumb traces lazy circles on your hip. "one day," he murmurs, "gonna keep you on my cock all day long. gonna carry you around the house like this. make you breakfast with my dick still buried in you." you clench around him involuntarily, and he groans. "fuck, yeah. squeeze daddy just like that."

stepdaddy!toji who couldn't see you for a whole week because of all the divorce drama. and when you finally show up at his place, he doesn't even take your clothes off all the way. just pushes your skirt up, rips your panties aside, and sinks into you with a groan that sounds like relief. "fuck! fuck— i needed this. i needed you, baby." your back hits the wall, your legs wrap around his waist. he's holding you up, fucking you standing, your weight suspended on his cock. "never again. never gonna go a week without this pussy again. you hear me?" "yes— mmh! daddy— yes!" "now i can have you whenever i want. wherever i want." he carries you across the room, still inside you, fucks you against every surface he can reach. the counter. the couch. the floor. "gonna make up for lost time. gonna spend the whole weekend buried inside my little girl."

stepdada!kuna ? amazing art from @ dickerystuf on ig / x

[audiblez]

trying to spend mother’s day writing smut but mom duties don’t stop for no one 😭

happy mother’s day! 💐💐💐

also THANK YOU FOR 160 FOLLOWERS! YALL MADE THIS THE BEST MOTHER’S DAY FOR ME! I LOVE YALL🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

[t0jisbunny]

Still hate me? ೀ

(2.0k words)

➛ Summary : Toji Fushiguro was not an ideal boyfriend.

But no matter what he did, hating him became excruciatingly hard when he constantly found a way to weasel his way back into your heart (and your pussy.)

Warnings: hate sex, multiple orgasms, multiple sex positions, creampie, missionary position, kitchen sex, sexual overstimulation, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, size difference, manhandling .ᐟ

Your relationship with Toji Fushiguro was far from conventional.

Even at the best of times, you felt like all he did was take take take from you. Whether it was asking for money, ghosting you for sometimes days at a time, forgetting every birthday or anniversary...

You knew he loved you in his own way- but you were done.

But the problem was, he always found a way to make you come crawling back. Like a moth to a flame, a never-ending cycle. But this time around, he’d royally pissed you off. You told yourself there was no going back now, this was it.

You pace your apartment, furious, fists clenched, phone thrown across the room. And where was Toji? Nowhere to be seen- not for days. Not one text, not one call, like he’d disappeared into thin air.

Sure, he’d done this before- he was a lousy texter, but he showed up. The most he’d gone before without so much as contacting you was three days- ‘work stuff.’ Yeah, the job he swore up and down he had, but refused to talk about.

So what was his excuse this time? Six days had passed. No calls, no texts, nothing. Until now.

Toji doesn’t knock, one way or another, he just lets himself in every time. The door swings open, the large man letting it carelessly close behind him as he paced towards the kitchen where you stood- still seething.

“Hell no. Get out Toji, I’m done” you hiss, pointing towards the door. Though deep down, you were relieved to see him- for all you knew, he could’ve been dead in a ditch these past few days. At least his handsome ass was still alive.

“What, ya’ not happy to see me?” he scoffs, leaning against the kitchen counter, stealing an apple from your fruit bowl before scoffing it into his mouth, the juice trickling down his chin. You slap the apple out of his hand, now stood inches away from him.

You were far from intimidating. In fact, Toji found it cute when you challenged him like this- like he couldn’t just throw you over his shoulder in an instant. He was quite literally twice your size, and twice as dominant.

An infuriatingly casual smirk grows on his face, “Someone’s feeling bold. No dick for a few days n’ yer angrier than a drunk old man.”

You blood boiled.

“So, first you disappear for six days, then you waltz in here like nothing’s wrong. And THEN? Then, you compare me to an old man” you shout, attempting to shove Toji away, ultimately failing. He just stood there, unmoved and somewhat amused. Now you were just embarrassed- only adding to the redness of your face.

“Stuff came up, doll. Lighten up” he says, increasingly aware of how much he’s pissing you off right now- not that it particularly affected him. “M’ here now, gonna stand there and pout or lemme make it up to ya?” he says, stepping closer and placing one large hand on your hip.

Shit. Must. Break. The. Cycle.

You simply act on instinct, you want to pull him closer, feel his calloused hands all over you- no. You slap him clean across the face. He just stands there again, unphased and unmoved- like a fly had simply landed on his cheek. You slap him a second time, same thing.

He actually just seemed to be enjoying this.

“You done?” he bores.

“N-No!?” you stutter, raising your hand to shove him again. Though this time, he catches your hand effortlessly, using it to pull you closer again. You look up at him, jaw clenched. Then, he grabs you firmly by your chin, leaning down and pressing a hungry kiss to your mouth.

Instantly, you melt into the kiss- hands clenching his shirt, silently fighting back. “I hate you” you mumble. “I know” he rasps, picking you up and encouraging your legs to wrap around him as he places you down on the kitchen counter.

It was hungry, all teeth and tongue- animalistic hunger. His way of apologising without actually having to say it.

Panting, you pull his shirt up and off him, his mouth now exploring your neck- littering it with sloppy kisses and firm sucks. Your hands find his scarred chest, feeling the hard muscle- one of the many reasons, you seem to be incapable of prying yourself away from him.

Your cheap little tank top gets ripped off, exposing your breasts to his ravenous gaze. Your hand finds the hair on the nape of his neck, tugging on it firmly as he sucks your nipples into his mouth.

The sight, the sounds, it was filthy- desperate.

Once your breasts had been thoroughly lavished, your shorts are next to come off. Ripped off, more like. He pushes you back to lay on the counter, coaxing your legs atop his shoulders as he trails open-mouthed kisses down your stomach.

Years of knowing this man, touching this man, being incredibly angry at this man; and you still can’t wrap your head around how big he is. Above and below the belt.

His tongue darts out once he reaches your cunt, licking a firm stripe up your slit. “Taste so fuckin’ good” he rasps, gripping your thighs as he starts devouring you. “Ah!- I still h-hate you” you stutter, throwing your head back blissfully, letting it hit the hard counter.

“Yeah? Doesn’t sound like it” he smirks against your cunt, sucking your clit into his mouth extraaaaa hard just to make you squeal- just to prove a point. “Ah! T-Toji" you moan out, fisting your hand in his hair as his tongue makes you see stars.

“Keep makin’ those pretty sounds f’me” he growls, pushing two fingers inside of you, curling them upwards perfectly to hit that sweet spot he seems to always locate so easily.

Your moans were now frequent, desperate. His fingers continuing to fuck in and out of your greedy pussy. “Gotta get this tight little cunt ready f’me, yeah?” Toji rasps, his mouth against your clit as his quick pace and precision bring you to your peak swiftly.

He sucks your clit into his mouth again, the tension in your body snapping abruptly as both his fingers and tongue pushed you to your limit. Your sweet cum coats his chin and fingers, fingers that he licks clean whilst holding the filthiest eye contact with you.

How the fuck could you stay mad at that face.

Seconds later, Toji lifts you down from the counter, turning you around and freeing his cock from the confines of his pants and rubbing it against your dripping core. You’re still recovering from your orgasm, your legs weak- Toji holds your hips firmly to keep you upright as he nudges his thick, leaking tip into your cunt.

Shit. You’re supposed to hate him right now. Suddenly you’re gritting your teeth in anger again. Though admittedly, your head was partially still in the clouds from that orgasm.

“F-fuck you” you hiss, still no real malice there. Hating him was truly just an uphill battle in your mind.

“I’m about to” he grins sadistically, sinking his cock into your tight heat, giving you only seconds before pulling all the way out and slamming into you again. “Fuck-” you whimper, feeling how his cock stretches you open as he begins to pound you mercilessly.

Your hands braced the counter for stability, your legs already threatening to give in at any moment.

“Feels even better than I remember” he groans, holding your hips bruisingly tight as he pounds your poor (lucky) cunt. “Wouldn’t be surprised if you forgot given you left for almost a week” you pant, smiling to yourself, mostly because you knew what was coming next.

One large hand leaves your hip, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back unforgivingly. He leans over your back, his breath hot against your ear- cock shoved further inside of you than you thought was humanly possible.

“Think you’re funny, doncha’?” he growls, punctuating his sentence with a particularly forceful thrust, a strangled moan escaping you. He thrusts again, his grip tightening on your hair, “What? Done being a smartass now, huh?” he snarls, picking up the pace again.

Oh, you were in for it now.

“Let’s see how well you can sass me while ya screamin’ my name” he chuckles darkly, the scar on the corner of his mouth lifting. You thought he was brutal before? No. Toji was only just getting started with you.

He starts ploughing into your cunt like never before.

It was unlike anything you’ve ever felt from him before, rough, unforgiving- but so fucking good. Sure, he makes you see stars every time; but this was heated. Each thrust somehow triggering every nerve in your body. The sounds leaving your mouth were unforgettable, almost embarrassing.

“Feel so fuckin’ good” he pants, delivering a sharp smack to your ass as he leans over your back to whisper into your ear again. One hand grabs your chin, pressing your cheek against his, “Where’s all that fire gone, huh?”

“Oh God, Toji” you babble, tears of pleasure leaking from your eyes and down your cheeks which he licks up filthily- your cunt leaking just as much.

He leans back again, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he bullies his cock into your pussy continuously- his skin slapping so hard against yours his lower abdomen was a faint red. “T-Toji, m’so close!” you cry out, your cunt fluttering around him as he pried another orgasm from you.

You thought the previous one was heaven? No. You simply tasted heaven, now, you’re actually there.

Lost in a haze of pleasure, your body weak and satisfied, he rips you from the counter, carrying you effortlessly to your bedroom nearby. He throws you carelessly onto the bed, immediately pushing himself back into your sopping cunt.

All seven point five girthy, veiny inches.

“More?” you struggle, sweat beading on your forehead as he coaxes your legs over his shoulders, grinning down at you menacingly. “What, thought I was done with ya’ sweetheart?”

He looked as feral as the second he started, his cock twitching inside of you as he effortlessly found your g-spot, sliding his cock over it repeatedly, already making your legs shake again. “I c-can't a-ah!” you struggle, throwing your head back against the pillows, Toji’s large hands holding your ankles still.

“You will” he commands, his hand now straying from your ankle to rub your sensitive clit in precise, fast circles. “Hah-” you cry out, feeling another orgasm approaching- this one wasn't gradual, you didn’t feel yourself grow closer.

It just happened. One second you were moaning in pleasure, the next you were squirting all over him. His cock, balls, chest, were coated in it. And he loved it. Pure evidence of how good he was making you feel, covering his sculpted body.

You had no words left, no coherent thoughts, he had truly fucked you dumb.

Then he leans in, your legs still on top of his shoulders, his eyes locked onto yours. “One more” he grins, folding you almost in half as his cock continues to slide in and out of your sore pussy. You looked at him in disbelief, brows knitted. You shake your head rapidly, the sweat on your forehead mingling with his.

“One more, Princess. Cmon” he urges, pressing his lips to yours as he pleasures the deepest parts of you, his heavy balls smacking against your ass loudly. You pant against his mouth, your eyes squeezed shut as you rake your nails down his back in pleasure.

Toji bites your bottom lip, “Look at me” he demands, “I wanna watch those pretty eyes roll back when you cum again” he grunts.

And they did. So far back you feared they’d never return.

Then finally, he snaps too, gritting his teeth as he spills his hot cum into your welcoming heat, the finale you’d been waiting for eagerly. “Fuuckkk, that’s my girl” he praises, fucking you through both your orgasms, his pace refusing to slow yet. Not until you were both fully through it.

You’d never seen nor felt so much cum. You’d be thoroughly surprised if there was even a singular drop left to give.

“So, how much do ya’ hate me now?” he pants lightly, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. You were still completely cock drunk, filled to the brim with cum, unable to push out a singular sentence.

“Mm, didn’t think so”

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fuuuuuuuuuuck😩

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୨ ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ babydaddy!toji fucking you in a mating press after your date didn't go as planned! [18+]

( mdni. cw: (18+), rough possessive sex, mating press, deep penetration, creampie, breeding implications, dirty talk)

Toji had been crashing at your place more often than not these days, always with some bullshit excuse. "Megumi left his toys here again," he'd grunt while sprawling on your couch like he owned it, his massive frame taking up half the space.

Or "The kid forgot her stuffed bear—can't leave her cryin', right?" as if your shared daughter wasn't perfectly fine without it half the time.

Truth was, the man was glued to you, finding every reason to linger, his rough hands brushing your waist when he passed in the kitchen, or "accidentally" pinning you against the counter while reaching for a beer.

Annoying as hell, but there was that spark in his green eyes, the way his scarred lip twitched into a smirk whenever you shoved him off.

He wanted you—bad—but Toji wasn't the type to say it outright. Nah, he played it cool, hiding behind his cocky bullshit

Tonight was no different. Your daughter was giggling on the living room floor, stacking blocks with Megumi, who was half-heartedly supervising while scrolling on his phone.

Toji lounged nearby, shirt clinging to his ripped torso, those black sweats slung low on his hips. You emerged from your bedroom, dressed to kill: a tight black dress hugging your curves, heels clicking, hair and makeup on point.

Heads turned. Megumi barely glanced up, but your daughter's eyes lit up. "Mommy pretty!" she squealed, clapping.

Toji's gaze snapped from the kids to you, raking over every inch like he was starving. His jaw tightened, eyes darkening. "The fuck is this for?" he drawled, voice low and edged with something dangerous, sitting up straighter.

You ignored him, scooping up your daughter for a quick hug and kiss. "Be good for Toji and Megumi, okay baby? Mommy'll be back soon."

She nodded, chubby arms around your neck. Megumi just mumbled a "Yeah, bye," already back to his phone.

Toji stood, towering over you, arms crossed over his broad chest. "Oi. Where you goin' lookin' like that?" His tone was casual, but his eyes flicked to your exposed thighs, the dip of your cleavage, jealousy simmering under the surface.

"A date," you shot back breezily, grabbing your purse. No need to explain yourself to your annoying baby daddy.

His smirk faltered for a split second, replaced by a scowl. "A date? You don't need some punk-ass date, doll. What, you bored or somethin'? I got everything you need right here."

He stepped closer, big hand grazing your hip possessively, thumb digging in just enough to make your breath hitch.

You swatted his hand away, heart racing despite yourself. "Watch the kids, Toji. And don't wait up." With that, you blew a kiss to the little ones and strode out the door, heels echoing, leaving him standing there fuming.

The date was a disaster from the jump. The guy was late, then spent the whole dinner talking about himself, barely asking about you. His touches were slimy, his jokes lame, and when he leaned in for a kiss at the end? You dodged, muttering an excuse about a headache and bolting.

By the time you pulled into the driveway, you were pissed, makeup smudged from frustrated tears, dress rumpled. All you wanted was a shower and bed.

The house was quiet when you slipped inside—kids tucked in, Megumi probably crashed in the guest room. Toji was in the kitchen, shirtless now, muscles flexing as he cracked open a beer, He didn't even look surprised to see you back so early.

"Rough night, mama?" he rumbled, smirking as he eyed your disheveled state.

You kicked off your heels, flopping onto a stool at the island with a groan. "God, yes. The worst. Guy was a total douche—kept bragging about his car, wouldn't shut up. Tried to grope me in the parking lot like some caveman. I should've just stayed home."

Words tumbled out, venting the frustration, not noticing how Toji's grip tightened on his bottle, knuckles whitening.

He sauntered over, towering behind you, hands landing heavy on your shoulders. His thumbs kneaded the tension there, rough but soothing.

"Told ya. Don't need that shit. Some loser touchin' what's mine." His voice dropped, breath hot against your ear.

You shivered, but rolled your eyes. "Yours? Last I checked, we're just co-parents, Toji. Not—" Your words cut off as his hands slid down your arms, then gripped your waist, yanking you back against his crotch.

His cock was already rock-hard, thick and insistent through his sweats, grinding against your ass.

"Just co-parents, huh?" he growled, nipping your earlobe. "Then why you always lettin' me hang around? Why you get wet every time I touch you?"

One hand dipped between your thighs, fingers pressing against your soaked panties under the dress. "Fuckin' drenched already. That prick couldn't even get you this worked up."

Heat flooded your core, pussy clenching at his touch. You should've pushed him away—kids were asleep down the hall—but god, you needed this. Needed him. "Toji..." you whimpered, arching back.

He spun you on the stool, hoisting you up like you weighed nothing, big hands cupping your ass as he carried you to the couch. "Gonna show you what you been missin', doll. Fuck that date outta your head."

He dumped you down, ripping your dress up over your head in one yank, leaving you in just panties and bra. His sweats hit the floor next, cock springing free—thick, veiny, the fat head leaking precum.

Toji grabbed your ankles, shoving your legs up and apart, folding you in half. Your knees hit your shoulders, ass lifted off the cushions, pussy exposed and dripping. The mating press—deep, brutal, claiming.

His scarred chest pressed down, trapping you beneath his bulk, green eyes boring into yours with feral hunger. "Look at this pretty cunt. All mine to breed. No more dates, mama. You're takin' my cock from now on."

"Toji—fuck—yes," you gasped, nails digging into his biceps. He lined up, fat cockhead nudging your slick folds, then slammed in.

No mercy, bottoming out in one savage thrust, stretching your walls to their limit. You cried out, back arching as he filled you completely, the angle letting him hit so deep it bruised your cervix.

"That's it," he grunted, hips snapping forward relentlessly. Pound. Pound. Pound. His balls slapped your ass with every ram, the wet squelch of your pussy echoing obscenely.

"This what you needed? Daddy's cock rearrangin' your guts? Forget that limp-dick loser—I'm the only one who fucks you like this."

You were a mess already, tits bouncing in your bra, thighs quivering against his shoulders. "Yes—oh god, Toji! Harder—fuck me harder!"

He obliged, pistoning faster, the couch creaking under the force. Sweat slicked his abs, dripping onto your stomach as he drilled you, pubic bone grinding your clit with each brutal plunge.

"Greedy little pussy," he snarled, one hand pinning your thigh, the other snaking between you to rub your swollen clit roughly. "Milkin' me so tight. You want my cum? Gonna knock you up again, make sure you know who owns this hole."

His thrusts turned punishing, cock dragging along your g-spot before slamming deep, head kissing your womb. You sobbed in pleasure, walls fluttering, so close.

"Toji—gonna cum—please!" Your orgasm crashed over you, pussy convulsing around his shaft, squirting messily onto his abs.

He didn't stop, fucking you through it, grunts turning animalistic. "Fuck yeah—squeeze me, mama. Milk that load right outta me."

His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as he buried himself balls-deep, roaring low. Hot cum erupted inside you, rope after thick rope painting your walls, flooding your womb. He ground against you, ensuring every drop stayed put, cock pulsing as he bred you deep.

Minutes passed in heavy breaths, him still plugged inside, softening slowly. He kissed you filthy, tongue claiming your mouth, tasting your moans.

"No more dates," he murmured against your lips, finally pulling out with a gush of cum leaking from your wrecked pussy. "You're mine, doll. Kids need a family, right?"

You nodded weakly, spent and sated, pulling him down for more kisses. For once, his annoying ass felt like home.

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MASTERLIST

Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

Longfics

Counterfeit Shrines - Complete on AO3 (NSFW, 18+, JJK AU Sorcerer Sukuna x Reader)

Mini Series

Could You Stay a Little Longer - Complete (NSFW, 18+, drug dealer Sukuna x Reader)

Head Over Boots - Ongoing (NSFW, 18+, Cowboy!Sukuna x Citygirl!Reader)

Dirty Rush - Ongoing (NSFW, 18+, Fratboy!Sukuna x SororityGirl!Reader)

Knocked Up - Complete (NSFW, 18+, BabyDaddy!Sukuna x Reader)

Headcannons

Travel Time - Ongoing (NSFW, 18+, husband Sukuna x Reader on Vacation)

One Shots

Try Something New - (NSFW, 18+, JJK AU Sorcerer Sukuna x Reader)

X - Games - (NSFW, 18+, Ski/Snowboard AU Sukuna x Reader)

Hearts Like Ours - (NSFW, 18+, Valentines Day, Husband Sukuna x Reader)

Rocky Mountain High- (Outdoorsman!Sukuna x Citygirl!Reader)

Drabbles

Sukuna gets you pregnant after getting out of jail

Husband!Sukuna hasn't been intimate once since you've had your baby

SorcererBoyfriend!Sukuna and Reader go to the mall

Events

A Sukuna White Christmas - (NSFW , 30 Days of Breeding Prompts)

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crazy in love | ryomen sukuna

chapter 1: temptations

pairing: serial killer!sukuna x reader

summary: sukuna has loved you since you were in high school, and when he finally gets his chance with you, four years after graduation, he's the perfect boyfriend.

he treats you like you're worth more than the entire world, devoted solely to you, committed to keeping you healthy and happy in his arms for all eternity.

if only he wasn't killing people behind your back.

word count: 8.3k

content: 18+ mdni, smut, dub-con in the later chapters, dark content, rough sex, yandere sukuna, obsession, stalking, murder, blood, gore, manipulation, deception, unhealthy dynamics, jealousy, cheating (reader cheats on her bf with sukuna), sukuna is awful in this but he's good to reader exclusively, fic takes place in the early 2000s, more tags to be added on a chapter by chapter basis!

a/n: I've been sitting on the plan for this for a while and I'm so excited to get into it! Hope you enjoy!

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During your final year of high school, your boyfriend died at a party. 

They never caught the guy who did it - he was long gone by the time Ryu’s body was discovered, mutilated in the garage of the poor party host. 

He’d been practically ripped apart, torn to pieces by someone with deeply malicious intent. There was no explanation for the act, no note, no leads. Just the assumption, that either your boyfriend was caught up with something nasty that he’d never thought to divulge or, there was someone immensely sick living in your little town. 

It haunted you for a long time afterwards. 

You’d been the one to discover him - you and one other party-goer. The vision of him, his guts strewn about the place, ribs pulled out one by one, was something that would never leave your mind. Even now, four years later, you’d still occasionally see the image when you closed your eyes. 

An unshifting feeling of guilt had followed you ever since that night, deep sorrow for the acts that you’d committed. You could never quite forgive yourself for the fact that, instead of being at his side throughout that party, you’d been holed up in the bathroom, letting another man fuck you over the sink. 

If you’d been faithful, maybe he’d still be alive. 

There’d been plenty of effort on your part to bury that thought via various different methods. You’d gone off to university, where you’d partied, gotten insanely drunk and fucked your fair share of guys in an attempt to drown your sorrows through hedonism. When that only seemed to make things worse, you’d isolated yourself from your peers, turned to support groups and therapy, hoping that you could let the whole thing go. 

And to be fair to the tenacity of your therapist, while your guilt hadn’t disappeared, it had shrivelled up considerably in that time. 

Enough that your heart no longer palpitated whenever you were back in your hometown - a blessing, considering that it looked like you’d be staying there for the foreseeable future. 

You’d tried to get a job out in the city, but with the dire state of the employment market, you found yourself coming up empty handed. You couldn’t afford to stay in the little apartment that you’d rented out throughout university, leaving you no choice but to return to your childhood home. 

There, at least you could be employed and earn a little bit of money for your future. Your father owned a construction business, and with various expansion efforts taking place on the outskirts of town, his company had been growing in size significantly. It meant that he was keen to have someone manage the more admin heavy tasks that he was struggling to keep up with. 

While it wasn’t your calling, it sounded like fairly easy work and it would keep your dad happy. Besides, there was a part of you that was excited to move back to your hometown. Most of the people you’d known from school were still around, either in a similar situation to you, or having never attempted to leave in the first place. 

Considering that you’d never really clicked with anyone at university, bar one guy that you were currently engaged in some sort of situationship with, you were excited to be back with people that you’d known for years. 

Perhaps that would dispel some of the loneliness you’d been feeling. After years of guilt and isolation, it was time to start moving on. 

“Everything going okay, sweetie? Need anything?” Your dad popped his head around the door of the trailer that served as his office. You’d been rapping your fingers on the wooden desk, staring blankly at the computer before you, waiting patiently for excel to start up. The machine looked like it had been made in the 80s, and it certainly operated like it. 

“I’ll be all good once this thing cooperates.” You responded with a smile. 

“Be nice to it and it’ll be nice to you!” He chuckled, as if the ancient technology was sentient in any manner. You nodded along all the same, knowing that he was being genuine. He wasn’t the most tech literate man, and honestly believed that these things could smell your fear. 

A ridiculous, but endearing quality of his. 

“I showed you how to make an accident report, right?” He continued, expression turning a little more serious. “One of my guys has hurt his hand. Nothing serious but we gotta write it up - think you can handle that, sweetie?” 

You shrugged. How hard could it really be? All you had to do was open up a word template and fill out the questions accordingly before filing it away - any seven year old with two IT lessons under their belt could figure it out. 

“Sure. What was the accident?” 

“I’ll just send him in to explain, he should really be off the clock for today anyway.” Your father gave you a thankful smile before heading back out the door. It swung shut with a heavy creak, and you fidgeted with a pen for a few moments, staring at the digital clock on the desk as you waited for the worker to arrive. 

You hoped that they were a quick talker - it was already 4pm, and you were meant to clock out at 5. Ideally you didn’t want to be here any later than absolutely necessary. 

The door creaked open once more, and you barely raised your head. You didn’t have much interest in your father’s employees, most of them were on the older side, and had been working for your dad since you were a little girl. There was a limited amount of good work in town, and your dad offered one of the few places where a man could find steady employment. 

Naively, you’d assumed that it would be one of those men entering the office. A pleasant old guy who had worked here long enough to remember you coming along for ‘bring your daughter to work’ days. 

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the deep, familiar voice that sent tingles crawling up your spine. 

“Well, well. Isn’t this a nice surprise.” 

You blinked a couple of times as you looked up, voice failing you at the sight of the man towering over your desk. He’d grown even taller since the last time you’d seen him, if that was even possible. His pink hair was a little longer, still pushed back from his forehead as it always was. More tattoos had appeared on his tanned skin, the ones lining his face just as striking as ever. 

The soft, involuntary gasp that fell from your lips was a little embarrassing, especially considering the way that his grin widened at the sound, sharp canines on display. His red eyes were alight with that same intensity that had always burned within them, that alluring gaze that always felt like it was stripping you down to nothing. 

“Should’ve told me you were back in town,” he said, eyes dragging slowly up your figure, as if assessing all manner of ways you’d changed in the years since he’d last seen you. 

“I- I’ve only just got back, a few days ago.” 

It wasn’t a lie, you really only had been there a couple of days. That wasn’t exactly the reason that you hadn’t reached out though. You’d been avoiding him ever since the murder four years ago, guilt curling in your stomach at the mere thought of him. He’d been the one with you in the bathroom at that party, hands gripping your hips, buried to the hilt inside you. 

While your poor boyfriend bled out in the garage below, Sukuna had been whispering filthy things in your ear, holding you like you belonged to him. 

It was a mistake that you could never take back - a moment of lust, of frustration with your boyfriend, clouding your judgement into a single, awful decision.

“You working here now?” He asked with a tilt of his head, pulling out the chair opposite the desk and sitting down. His tongue swiped across his lip for a moment, the silver of his piercing glinting in the golden light streaming through the window. 

You could still recall the feeling of that little metal ball against your pussy, sobbing softly as he teased it against your clit, fingers digging hard into your thighs, holding you still for him. You hated to admit that for every night you’d spent picturing your ex-boyfriend’s lifeless body, there was a night spent replaying that evening with Sukuna. 

How pathetic. 

“Something like that, yeah.” Your tone was cautious, not sure what to make of all this. You hadn’t expected Sukuna to be working for your dad, had almost expected him to have gotten out of town by now. Despite appearances, he was a smart guy - it wasn’t like some construction job in a dead end town was all he was capable of. 

“Guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other then.” 

The statement hung heavy in the air, his eyes fixed on yours. It felt like a test, to see if you’d squirm beneath his statement that almost certainly held double meaning. This was how he’d spoken to you back in high school, greeting you with teasing lines that would never fail to make your heart race, to further your attraction for him. 

He knew exactly what he was doing. 

Even now, your cheeks reddened ever so slightly, gaze dropping down to the desk in an attempt to escape the intensity of his eye contact. 

“I guess so.” 

You fell silent, not sure how to continue. It felt awkward, almost scary to be in his proximity again. There was still so much tension between the two of you, things left unsaid after that evening together. You’d slipped from his grip, lost in a sea of guilt, unwilling to face that night. The few times that Sukuna had reached out via text, you’d ghosted him.

He was a reminder of your sin, one that you wanted to wash away, no matter how much you ached for a repeat of how it felt to have his body pressed against yours. 

It seemed like he was finding your reaction amusing, elation drawn across his handsome face. With the silence stretching on, he leant forward, planting his elbows on the desk. Your skin prickled as he drew closer, almost able to feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke. “So, aren’t you meant to be writing an injury report for me or something, sweetheart?” 

Your mouth opened and then closed again, unsure as to whether you should object to the nickname. One one hand you were currently in some sort of relationship, even if it was a little fraught, and therefore shouldn’t abide by men calling you sweet names. On the other hand, you couldn’t deny the way that it built pressure in your gut, to hear the word drawled out in his deep voice. 

“Oh, uh- yeah, one sec.” 

You scrambled to pull up the report, goosebumps rising on your skin at the acute awareness of how closely he was watching you, a soft little smile curving his lips. The air in the room felt too close, charged by his presence. Trying your best to ignore it, you focussed on the document, filling in the parts that you already knew - the basic things like his name and date of birth. 

It was only then that you turned back to him, heart stuttering at the sight of his smug expression. “What- what’s the nature of your injury?” You asked, after clearing your throat, reading the question word for word off the document. 

Slowly, he turned his hand over, revealing his palm to you. You flinched back in surprise at the sight of a deep cut ravaging his tanned skin, blood still trickling from the open wound. He didn’t seem bothered by it, more amused by your shocked reaction. 

“Fuck. my dad said it was nothing, that’s deep!” 

Sukuna pursed his lips before shrugging. “There’s been worse. Some old dude’s arm got chopped off two weeks ago.” 

“Still, we need to clean that up.” You urged, the tense atmosphere lightening a little now that you’d broken the initial barrier of awkwardness. Report forgotten for the moment, you rummaged around in the desk drawers until you found what you were looking for, pulling out a first aid kit. 

He sat still, watching you eagerly as you looked through the kit, pulling out cleansing wipes and a roll of bandages. You didn’t hesitate to reach for his hand, his fingers warm beneath yours while you held him still. You made quick work of wiping up the blood, before wrapping a bandage firmly around his damaged palm. 

You’d have to lecture your father later about taking better care of his employees. If you hadn’t been there what would’ve happened to Sukuna? Would he have just gone back to work as normal? 

What happened to the guy who lost his arm?

“How did this even happen?” You asked, exasperated. 

“Aw, you worried about me?” His palm was still outstretched on the table, even though you’d long since retracted your own hand. 

“I’m worried about everyone working here if this kind of thing is normal.” 

His grin didn’t waver, telling you that in his mind, it was the former. Regardless, he offered you the answer you’d been seeking. “Just some glass buried in the dirt, I didn’t see it before I was sticking my hand in there.” 

Your gaze flicked back down to his hand, brow a little furrowed. You weren’t sure why he’d be doing that in the first place, and his hands were miraculously clean for someone who had been digging around in the mud, but you figured it was best not to pick him up on it. It wasn’t like you really understood the processes surrounding what went on around the worksite. 

“You should be more careful.” 

“When I’ve got a nice little angel in here ready to patch me up when things go wrong? Nah, I think I’ll be more reckless.” He sported a boyish grin, one that you were all too familiar with. It had been reflected in the mirror the last time you’d seen him, when he’d been all up in your guts. 

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the way his smile made your heart pound. It was wrong - you didn't deserve anything with Sukuna - that was your atonement for the cheating, for the betrayal of your boyfriend all those years ago. 

Moving back to the computer, you typed out a quick description of the wound, followed by Sukuna’s short explanation of how it had happened. You then detailed the first aid that had been administered, before sending the document over to the printer to create two copies. Sukuna stayed silent through all of it, crimson eyes just watching as you headed over to collect the freshly printed reports. 

You could feel the way that his eyes lingered on your ass as you walked, making little effort to hide his continuing desire for you. It was as though you hadn’t been gone for four years, like Sukuna had been keeping you in the front of his mind this whole time. 

It was embarrassing how giddy the idea made you feel. 

“Toji’s having a party at his place tonight, you should come,” Sukuna said. 

Biting down on your lip, you hesitated. Partying had stopped being your scene a long time ago - after your first year at university you’d mostly just stayed holed up in your room. Parties came with too many reminders of what had happened to Ryu all those years ago, and you found that it was easier to avoid them altogether. 

Besides, you weren’t sure that hanging around with Sukuna was the best course of action for you. Your history considered.

Sensing your hesitation, he continued. “It would be nice to catch up under better circumstances. Y’know, when I’m not bleeding out and all.” He held up his hand with a charming smile, and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“I think you’ll be fine,” you said. “I’m a great doctor.” 

“You are.” He agreed. “I think a really great doctor would come and check up on their patient later, to make sure the wound hasn’t reopened.” 

It was a smooth line, that had always been the way that he operated. You were well aware of what he was doing - wise to the gentle, enticing, flirting that was so characteristically him. But it would be wrong to give in, even if you wanted to. Anything between you and Sukuna would always be marred by that fateful night.

Besides, you had your situationship to consider - even if Kashimo wasn’t technically your boyfriend, he still deserved some level of respect. 

The rejection, the lie about being busy, had been sitting on the tip of your tongue when the creaky door to the trailer opened. Your dad stepped in with a kind smile, glancing between the two of you. “Everything all good in here?” 

“Y-yep!” You stuttered over your words, cursing yourself. You hadn’t wanted your dad to sense any tension between the two of you, but the way that you fumbled as you handed Sukuna his copy of the accident report had your dad frowning. 

You weren’t generally a flustered girl, usually very calm and collected. The flush that decorated your cheeks paired with Sukuna’s amused gaze clearly had some cogs turning in his head. 

“Oh, do you guys know each other? You must be around the same age.” 

“We went to school together,” Sukuna said, easily. “It’s nice to see each other actually, we haven't had the chance in the last few years.” 

You nodded along, hoping that Sukuna wouldn’t divulge any further information than that. Your dad certainly didn’t need to know the intimacy with which you’d known each other. In fact, you were rather confident that your dad would hate the idea of you bringing home a guy like Sukuna. He’d always been eager for you to find a nice man with a good job. 

“I was just inviting her along to a party actually. Loads of people she knew from school will be around, I bet they’d love to see her.” 

Sukuna smirked at you as he spoke, like he’d picked up on your hesitation and had known exactly how to counter your uncertainty. To an outsider it all looked so innocent, just an old friend looking to encourage you to reconnect. To your father, there would be no hidden intentions behind the invite, no history to consider. 

“Oh isn’t that nice!” Your father exclaimed with a bright smile, taking Sukuna’s bait easily. “You should definitely go, sweetie.” 

He’d been worried about your apparent isolation throughout most of your university years, and didn’t want you moping around in your room now that you were back in town. To him, this probably sounded like the perfect opportunity to reconnect. 

And you supposed it probably was. 

You just needed to make sure that you didn’t do something you’d regret. 

—

Toji lived in a nice house in the suburbs. 

It didn’t really surprise you since his family had always been wealthy. They ran some sort of agriculture related business and had made millions from it. All of the Zenin kids went on to work there, no need to worry about university or getting their foot in the door somewhere - Naobito would take care of them all. 

It had been Naobito’s house that Ryu’s murder had taken place in all those years ago, during a party that Naoya had been throwing. Apparently they’d sold up after that, moving into a new place across town. Naobito had been very publicly enraged about how the murder had damaged the value of their old house - a place that, for all intents and purposes, had previously been a lovely place to live. 

Toji’s house was smaller than either of the Zenin mansions were, but still larger than most houses in town. The sound of music was blaring from within, a handful of people hanging around on the lawn, smoking and chatting. You didn’t recognise any of them, but Toji was a few years older than you, so you wouldn’t be surprised if they were classmates from his own school year. 

Taking a deep breath, you made your way up the fancy driveway and through the front door, trying not to think too much about the last time you’d attended a party just like this one. It wasn’t like the same thing would happen again, it was narcissistic to believe that the murder had anything to do with you in the first place. 

Even if your guilt wanted you to believe it. 

Inside, you discovered a scene that wasn’t too unlike the parties you’d attended in high school - although, there was a lot less hiding where drinking alcohol was concerned. Some terrible skater anthems were blasting, seemingly courtesy of Toji’s buddy Choso, who had a DJ rig set up in one corner. Everyone was dancing and mingling, and you felt a mild panic wash through your body at the overwhelming number of people. 

Especially because most faces seemed unfamiliar to you. 

The fear dissipated at the sound of a familiar voice, a gleeful shriek of your name followed by the weight of being tackled into a bearhug. “I can’t believe you’re actually back!” Your senses were overwhelmed by the smell of some rosy smelling perfume and the light blonde hair of your attacker falling in the way of your eyes. 

Yuki felt like she was squeezing the life out of you, making up for years of limited contact with a single hug that had you gasping by the time she finally released you. “Hey,” you said with a smile, eyeing her up. She looked gorgeous in a halterneck burgundy dress, her hair flowing freely around her shoulders. 

She’d been one of your best friends in high school. The two of you had always been joined at the hip, along with Shoko, who was currently catching up to Yuki, trying not to spill her drink as she hurried over to you. “Hey girl!!” She was much more careful with the hug that followed, only wrapping one arm around you, aware that her plastic cup was too full to take the risk of hugging you properly. 

“Didn’t think we’d be seeing you until Saturday!” Yuki said with a smile. 

She and Shoko were the two people that you’d actively told about your return to town. While you’d drifted apart over the last four years, all off at your respective universities, you’d still called them every now and then to catch up, keeping each other updated with important life matters with regular texts. 

Yuki had moved back to town permanently after university. She’d landed one of those cushy corporate jobs that lets you work from home four days a week, in which your main job is responding to emails for an obscene amount of money. She could certainly afford to live in the city, but she and Choso had been dating for about a year now, and he had no interest in leaving town. 

Shoko was still going through medical school, attending a university a mere ten miles from your little town. Her mother had been sick when she was first going through the application process, and had therefore opted to select a school nearby. It meant that she could live at home, be with her mom, and save a load of money in the process. 

It would be nice to have your little group back together, and you’d all planned to go and get your nails done together on Saturday, treat yourselves to a nice girl’s day out. You were certainly long overdue one - there was so much that you needed to bring them up to speed on. 

“Yeah, I thought you weren’t big on parties these days?” Shoko enquired. 

“I’m not, but I figured it would be nice to pop along and see some familiar faces.” 

You really hoped they didn’t ask you who had actually invited you to the party. They both knew what had happened with Sukuna four years ago. They were part of an elite, private group that was aware of the truth. That group consisted only of the two of them, and your therapist. And, you supposed, anyone Sukuna might have told. 

In their eyes Sukuna was bad news - they believed he’d manipulated you into sleeping with him and cheating on Ryu when you were in an emotionally volatile state. They weren’t technically wrong, but it didn’t account for how badly you’d also wanted Sukuna, how little he’d actually had to try to get you bent over in that bathroom. 

You’d fantasized about Sukuna long before that night.

Either way, like true friends, they never accepted that any of the blame lay with you, and piled everything on Sukuna - and partially on Ryu for the part that he played in the situation, since he’d cheated on you first. Although blaming the latter was harder to justify considering the depressing end that he’d met. 

It was easiest to just blame Sukuna. And for that reason, they’d been on Sukuna watch for a long time, ensuring that the two of you wouldn’t cross paths, warning you not to respond to him when you’d tell them about texts he’d sent to your phone. 

They’d definitely be angry if they knew you’d come here because of him. 

“Let me get you a drink,” Shoko said, “I’m pretty good at cocktails, you used to like mojitos right? I can make you one.” 

“Oh, it’s fine, I can-” 

“No, no, you guys head out to the garden, I’ll do it!” 

Shoko scuttled off in the direction of the kitchen, leaving her drink in your hands while she went to make you a fresh one. You stared after her, a little perplexed by her insistence since you weren’t sure she’d ever gone to get a drink for you at a party before. For one panicked moment you wondered if the two of them thought you needed babysitting for your first home town party in years. 

Yuki caught your confusion before your theories could evolve any further. “Utahime is in the kitchen, Shoko is down bad for her. She’s just looking for an excuse to go back in there.” 

“Oh right!” You giggled softly. Shoko generally kept things like crushes close to her chest, and was likely doing everything she could to deny having any feelings towards your former classmate, but Yuki had always been far too astute to have such secrets kept from her. 

“Anyway, most of the people we know are out in the garden.” Yuki grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd of bodies in the direction of the patio doors at the back of the house. “No idea who most of the people at this party are though! I think they work for Toji or something.” 

Making your way outside, you were greeted with a beautifully manicured garden, set up with a lovely firepit in the middle, surrounded by an array of benches, crates and camping chairs for people to sit on. You couldn’t picture Toji labouring away outside, so you could only imagine that he had a gardener to keep things in such pristine shape. 

Yuki led you over to the firepit, waving at various people that you’d known from school, parading you around like a trophy. You supposed that your presence was a novelty, since you’d been absent from any such gathering for a long time. 

As she brought you around to the far side of the pit, you caught the eye of Sukuna, sitting in between Toji and Gojo. His gaze locked onto you immediately, a small smirk playing on his lips as he gave you a nod, raising his beer ever so slightly in greeting. Yuki gave you no window to respond, her grip on your hand firm as she ushered you past the man. 

She didn’t want you to acknowledge his presence. 

Even as Gojo stopped you with a bright smile, gushing over how long it had been, Yuki inserted herself in front of Sukuna, effectively shutting down any chance at conversation, giving you a few minutes to fill in Gojo on the last few years of your life before interrupting and dragging you away, claiming that she “deserved more of your time than any stupid boy.” 

The two of you eventually found a seat on a crate a little further around the circle to where Sukuna was situated, next to Mei and Manami, who both seemed thrilled to see you. They hadn’t been your closest friends by any stretch of the imagination, but they’d both been in lots of your classes, and had shown plenty of support when Ryu died. 

As such, you found yourself getting caught up in conversation with them for a while, attention only waning when Yuki started gossiping to Mei about some guy that they worked with, your mind starting to tune out the conversation, eyes drifting in the direction that you knew they shouldn’t. 

Sukuna was already staring at you when you looked over at him, red eyes lighting up in amusement at your lack of resistance to his presence. Unnerved by being caught, you were quick to glance away, reminding yourself that your current kind of boyfriend, kind of friends-with-benefits, probably wouldn’t approve of you looking at or thinking about Sukuna in the way that you did. 

You’d made the mistake with Ryu, you wouldn’t make it with Kashimo.

In a bid to avoid Sukuna’s gaze, your eyes drifted over to his left, where Toji was spread out on a camping chair, lounging in it like it was a throne. He’d always been the type of person that commanded a heavy atmosphere, confident in himself despite all his failings. He and Sukuna had much in common on that front, though you’d always found Sukuna much more palatable. 

There was an intelligence to Sukuna that you couldn’t really see in Toji. You were certain that he was street smart, but his conversations tended to hold little weight. If you weren’t interested in discussing gambling or sex, he wasn’t interested in you. 

Sitting pretty on his lap was Takako Uro, twirling her vibrant pink hair and slapping his shoulder as she giggled at some joke. The sound might as well have been nails dragging down a chalkboard as far as you were concerned, for she was decidedly not your favourite person. 

She and her best friend, Yorozu, hadn’t been all that nice to you during high school, deciding for some reason that you were a decent target of ridicule. You were aware that jealousy had a big part to play in that, since Yorozu had always been down bad for Sukuna, who would never care to spare her a glance but seemed to have all the time in the world for you. 

It led to plenty of instances of bullying - spreading rumors about you, leaving nasty notes in your locker, hiding your normal clothes after gym. For the most part you ignored it, rose above it even. You had good friends, and you knew that Uro and Yorozu would never take it too far for fear of how Yuki would deal with them if you were to tell your friend about their actions. 

That didn’t stop Yorozu from sleeping from Ryu though, bragging about how he’d had her over the desk in an empty classroom, while you were still dating him. She’d said it loud enough for you to hear, turning to grin at you as she smashed your first relationship to pieces. Revenge for garnering interest from a man who wanted nothing to do with her.

That incident was why you’d been so angry at Ryu that night that he’d died, why you’d been so pliable to Sukuna’s advances in a manner that you wouldn’t usually be. 

You supposed that in a way, you got the better of Yorozu in the end. She might’ve fucked your boyfriend, but all it did was drive you into the arms of the true object of her affection. Not very clever of her really. 

“Ugh, gross,” Yuki said, wrinkling her nose as she followed your gaze, just in time to catch Toji sticking his tongue down Uro’s throat. “Thought she’d be less insufferable without her other half but somehow she’s worse now.” 

Your brows furrowed in confusion and you glanced up at her. “Without her other half?” 

“Yorozu.” 

You shot her a blank look that told her you understood who she’d meant, but lacked the context to understand Yorozu’s absence. 

“Oh you don’t know?” Yuki asked, a little surprised, as if you were missing out on common knowledge. “She skipped town after high school. Ran away in the middle of the night, just left some dumb note for her parents about how she was gonna go be a star. No one’s heard from her since.” 

“Oh.”

You weren’t sure what else to say, mainly because you were trying to stop a massive grin from creeping across your face.

“Uro was devastated, all this crying and screaming about how Yorozu wouldn’t just ditch her like that. Doesn’t seem all that surprising to me though,” she said with a shrug. “Yorozu’s always been a bitch.” 

You laughed softly, trying not to look too overjoyed that you wouldn’t have to worry about running into her ever again. It was a little spiteful, but a big part of you hoped that she never managed to become a star. In your mind she’d ended up in some nasty crack den somewhere before she even made it halfway to Hollywood. 

Although, considering how panicky most people in the town had been following Ryu’s death, you were surprised that a simple note had been a valid enough explanation. “Did her parents not search for her?” 

“Nah, Uro kicked up a whole fuss reporting her as a missing person and the police got involved, but Yorozu’s parents basically shot it all down. Apparently, she’d spouted off about this plan non-stop, so they told Uro to just let it go. Police didn’t find any signs of foul play.” 

You hummed, eyes flicking back over to Sukuna for a moment, breath knocked from your lungs at the intensity with which his red eyes were fixed on you, crimson irises glowing in the light of the fire. You wondered if he was relieved that Yorozu was gone - she’d always stuck to him like glue no matter how hard he pushed her away. 

The ugly thought jumped into your mind that you’d actually be happy if Yorozu had met the same fate as Ryu. She wasn’t the worst person to be wiped from the world. Not that you’d ever say such a thing aloud. 

Considering some of the things Sukuna had said to her, you wouldn’t be surprised if he felt the same. 

“Anyway, good riddance. Things have been nicer without her around,” Yuki said easily, taking a long sip of her drink. 

“Yeah.” Your response was absent-minded, thoughts already drifting back to Sukuna - transfixed by the way that his thighs were spread so easily on the bench that he occupied, tattooed biceps on display in that blank tank that clung to him so perfectly. You should really stop staring, stop inviting any opportunity for interaction, but your body had always been a traitor when it came to him. 

You’d hoped that your friends would draw your attention back to them. Shoko and Utahime had joined you, sitting together on their own bench and giggling away at something that Mei had said. Surrounded by people, it was harder to get caught up in that magnetic pull that Sukuna seemed to command over you. 

And yet, as there was a call to play Spin the Bottle inside, one that your friends all jumped at, you found yourself declining. You had a boyfriend - that was the excuse that you gave, claiming that he wouldn’t like you kissing some other guy, and you’d rather stay out here in the fresh air anyway. 

They’d tried to convince you for a few minutes before conceding, leaving you sitting on the crate, drink in hand, left practically alone. Almost everyone that had been sitting around the fire had gone inside, leaving only a handful of people dotted around. Most of them were strangers to you. 

Except for one. 

He wasted no time sidling up to you, taking a seat next to you on your little crate without so much as asking if it was okay. 

“Looking kinda lonely over here.” His voice was deep, sending a shiver down your spine. His hand came to rest on the crate behind you, no doubt under the guise of maintaining balance, but you could feel the slight brush of his skin against your back. 

You shrugged as nonchalantly as you could, pretending your heart wasn’t racing. “I’m doing just fine.” 

“Yeah? It's funny, the way you were looking at me made it seem like you wanted me to come over.” 

You opened your mouth to bite back, to say that you wanted no such thing, but it would be a lie. You did want him to come over, you wanted him next to you, craved his attention. Even though you knew you shouldn’t, knew that anything with him would be built on bloodied foundations, it didn’t stop the desire. 

If you were more religious, you might’ve considered Sukuna to be the devil himself - a manifestation of all your deepest temptations, built solely from sin. As such, you really shouldn’t keep giving into him. 

And you were trying your best, really. 

“You look good.” The compliment was easy, straightforward. It shouldn’t have made you flush as deeply as you did. 

For a second, you almost forgot yourself, the response of so do you lingering on the tip of your tongue, only for you to force it back down your throat. 

Instead, you did the responsible thing. “I- uh- have a boyfriend.” 

The glimmer in his eyes dulled a little, smile faltering for such a miniscule second that you weren’t even sure it had happened at all. “A boyfriend?” 

Boyfriend wasn’t really the right word, not from your side of things at least, but you were certain that if you referred to Kashimo as a situationship, Sukuna would disregard it as a whole. As far as he was concerned, if there was no actual relationship then you were fair game. In the case of Ryu, even that hadn’t stopped his advances. 

Though he’d at least been more subtle, more careful, waiting for the perfect moment. 

“Yeah, a boyfriend,” the words felt foreign in your mouth, too heavy, your heart unmoving for Kashimo in the way that it should be. Half of you even considered calling the whole thing quits and crawling onto Sukuna’s lap there and then. 

But that wouldn’t be fair - not when Kashimo had been there for you unwaveringly. He was a good guy, the type of guy who’d take you out on cute little dates, supported you when your anxiety popped up from time to time, understood your trauma from Ryu’s death. He’d been patient around stuff like sex, taking things slow, always listening to whatever you wanted. 

He was a good guy. 

You knew that he wanted to be your boyfriend. You were the one standing in the way of any serious commitment. That had been the case with any man you’d met in the last four years, and you’d convinced yourself that it was a trauma response, that you were afraid of what had happened to Ryu happening to any other boyfriend you had. 

In the depth of your soul you knew that wasn’t really the case. 

The reality was, you compared every man that you met to Sukuna, and always found that they came up short. They didn’t ignite that fiery lust within your chest, didn’t fuck you like he did, didn’t make you feel giddy like he did. 

“You sound enthralled by him.” Sukuna said, sarcasm heavy in his tone. 

“I- it's steady.” The defence was pathetic and you both knew it. 

It was steady, it was nice, safe. He was the type of guy who had a good job, who you could bring home to meet your parents without fear of what they might think. 

Even if Sukuna did work for your dad, if you were to bring him home, you were certain your parents would hate it. They didn’t want you with someone like him, someone tough and volatile, someone who pushed you to cheat on your boyfriend.

They wanted you to be with someone like Kashimo. He was the exact type of guy that you should’ve wanted for yourself. 

And yet there you were, right at Sukuna’s side, not quite shutting him down despite having plenty of reasons to. 

“Sounds like he isn’t keeping you interested. I’m sure you wouldn’t run into that problem if you were with me,” Sukuna purred, a confident grin stretching across his handsome face.

Your eyes widened at how straightforward he was with his words, willing to lay out his intentions on the line. It was as though he’d spent a great deal of time considering what he’d missed out on all those years ago, and didn’t want to lose it again. 

And you had to fight the impulse to nod your head and agree, because you were certain that you wouldn’t run into that problem if you were with him. But unfortunately that wasn’t all that dictated a relationship. And what kept you from Sukuna wasn’t really Kashimo - you were just using your current situationship as a convenient excuse. 

“No.” You said with a shake of the head, turning him down despite the way your heart was hammering in your chest. “We killed someone, Sukuna. We don’t get to be together.” 

He rolled his eyes, clearly displeased by your dramatic wording. “We didn’t kill anyone. Ryu would’ve died whether we were fucking in that bathroom or not. Trust me.” 

It was probably true, you’d always known in your heart that it was probably true. Your therapist had made it abundantly clear to you that you should not be held responsible for his death. You’d already punished yourself plenty, that was what she’d said, at some point you had to forgive yourself. 

And yet it felt impossible to fully push that feeling off your chest. 

“I betrayed his trust. I don’t get to ride off into the sunset with the man I was cheating with while he’s laying six feet underground. That’s my punishment.” 

Sukuna was staring at you like you were stupid, red eyes narrowed in disappointment. “Punishment from who? At this point you’re just punishing yourself, and me.” The hand he had positioned behind you moved, wrapping around your waist carefully. It was a test, to see if you’d push him away. 

You didn’t. 

“He was a piece of shit, he cheated on you, baby. Gonna live in regret because of a guy like that? Not sure why you were even dating him. You could’ve been with me the whole time.” 

You nibbled on your lip, unhappy to hear such words coming from his mouth, trying to break down your walls. He said it like it had ever been that simple. You hadn’t understood the depth of Sukuna’s feelings before you’d gotten together with Ryu, and had assumed that all he’d really wanted was to play with you like he played with other girls. 

What Ryu had shown you was something real, tangible. He’d been straight forward in his affection, asked you to be his girlfriend without any doubt surrounding where you stood with him. It wasn’t the confusion that you felt with Sukuna, never quite sure if you were the object of his affection or his prey. 

“Maybe you should’ve learned how to use your words back then.” 

He grinned at you. “I really think that would’ve taken away some of the fun.” 

You rolled your eyes in disbelief. You certainly didn’t consider what had gone down between the two of you fun. You’d spent plenty of high school wondering, fantasising about Sukuna, wondering if his flirting was something legitimate. It had stressed you out to the point where your heart would go into overdrive whenever you’d see him, never quite sure where you stood. 

When Ryu had asked you out, after experiencing nothing but vague flirting from Sukuna, you’d figured you’d take the opportunity. Everyone else you knew had done stuff with guys and you didn’t want to be left behind, didn’t want to be played with by a guy who wasn’t really interested. 

Even having sex in the bathroom of that party wasn’t really fun, no matter how good it had felt. It was too corrupted by feelings of guilt for you to look back upon it fondly. Because even with your continuing lust for Sukuna, the emotion was never simple, always caught up with this big ball of insecurity and shame. 

He was staring at you, pressing on when you offered no response, not even a hint of a smile at his comment. “I’m using my words now,” he said with a sigh. “I missed you, I want you. Is that straightforward enough for you?” 

He leaned in closer to you, breath warm against your face. His arm tightened around your waist, and you could feel heat building between your thighs, memories of the feeling of his big hands gripping your hips all those years ago flooding your mind. 

“We can go inside and I can show you just how much I missed you, make you forget about all of that Ryu shit - help you remember that before that fucker died, you were thinking about breaking up with him and dating me.” 

That was true. You’d told him that the first time you’d fucked. Your fingers had been white with how tightly you were gripping the sink, breaths coming out in ragged gasps as you whined Sukuna’s name. Between thrusts you’d mumbled about how good he made you feel, how much bigger he was than Ryu, how you wished he was your boyfriend instead. 

Of course, with the discovery that followed, your priorities had changed - you’d grown too disgusted with yourself to follow through on any of that, keeping yourself as far away from Sukuna as you could to stop yourself from facing how awful you were. 

You still felt awful. But it was harder to shut him down when he was right next to you, his scent heavy in your nostrils. It was unfair how good he always smelt, how familiar. It had the power to draw you closer to him, eager to be wrapped in his scent. 

He must’ve felt you lean into him ever so slightly, because he took it as permission, free hand moving to your chin and tilting it up ever so slightly. Your skin tingled under his fingers, eyes widening as you met his gaze. 

“Such a pretty girl.” 

He leaned in, and for a moment you let him, his lips grazing yours before you found the sense to push him away. You weren’t sure if it was your ongoing guilt from the situation with Ryu or if it was out of loyalty to Kashimo, but you knew that doing anything with Sukuna wasn’t right. 

Not right now. 

“I have a boyfriend.” You reminded him finally, shuffling away from his arm. His face fell at being thwarted by that line for the second time that night. 

“Its not like that stopped you before.” 

Your mouth opened in shock, staring at him in disbelief. Even if he was right, the audacity to state that so plainly made you feel sick. How could he not feel bad about what had transpired? Could he not see how guilt-ridden you were over that one mistake? 

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever done,” you said, bitterly. “If I could go back and undo it, I would.”

You didn’t divulge the fact that you might’ve done some other things differently too - might’ve chosen Sukuna over your boyfriend in the first place, broken up with the guy when you first felt things getting stale. You’d strung him along because you were too scared to hurt his feelings, fucked Sukuna because you’d wanted him for months and couldn’t ignore you impulses any longer. 

It wasn’t surprising that Ryu had fucked Yorozu when you’d been so distant with him ahead of the incident, your mind too fixed on someone else. 

Because you were awful. 

Every choice you’d chosen had been the wrong one, and you weren’t going to let history repeat itself. Any chance for love with Sukuna had been thoroughly fucked up by the events of that fateful night, it would always be corrupted by it. 

If you chose him, you’d be living with your sin, affirming it to be correct. That just wasn’t possible. 

“Yeah?” He asked with a purr, seemingly unphased. “Because you’re looking at me like you’d crumble and let me fuck you in the bathroom again if I so much as touched you.” 

Your mouth opened to reject his words, to tell him that he was dead wrong. But that flutter of butterflies made itself known in your stomach and you knew that you were about thirty seconds of convincing away from folding. 

It was pathetic, you were so pathetic. 

You needed to leave. 

“Fuck you,” you just about managed to hiss, the weight of your words completely lost. You both knew there was no spite behind it, both knew that he was right. He hadn’t gotten what he’d wanted in high school, hadn’t had the chance to pull you into his grip. 

He wasn’t the type of man to fail twice. 

It was just a matter of time. 

a/n: hope you enjoyed this first chapter! this one is very much a set up for the juicy stuff that's coming, I can't wait to share the next few chapters with you all because sukuna is both needy and unhinged (and you'll be getting his pov next chapter!)

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PINS AND NEEDLES

SYNOPSIS: sukuna's looking for someone to handle a delicate piercing, and you're the only piercer he trusts with the job. you both struggle to keep your interactions professional during his numerous appointments- but who's to say what will happen when it's all healed and done?

18+ mdni - WARNINGS: just 10k of porn with plot, unprofessional workplace environment, dick piercings, needles!, oral m!receiving, face fucking, degradation, praise, impact play (face & ass smacking), teasing, humping, riding, standing sex, multiple orgasms, power play, alternating power dynamics— switch kuna and switch reader, pet names, slight edging, pain kink, slight mention of blood, heavy sexual tension, nipple play, choking, creampie, sloppy makeouts, some ass play

A/N: first long one shot that im reposting from my old blog. thank you again for 1k and thank u peps for the title :p

Working in a piercing shop in a big city meant you got a mixed bag of clients. High school kids coming in with their parents for their first nose piercing, college girls getting their bellies pierced together, guys getting their eyebrows done. And you even did the piercings that other professionals sometimes strayed away from due to their… delicate nature.

But whether it was a simple lobe piercing or clitoral hood— you did them all.

The first time you saw Sukuna, he'd come to your shop for an appointment with one of your colleagues to get some tattoos done.

Well, some was an understatement.

He'd come by in the morning every time and wouldn't leave til the shop closed, booking out the entire day. Give or take a year and he looked completely different.

Head to toe, there were thick, onyx bands decorating his chiseled form in a way that was near mesmerizing with each movement, each ripple of his muscles.

It's not like he changed. Even before the ink he was big, burly— certainly larger than any man you'd ever met before. And from the bits and pieces of conversation you'd picked up on, he was rough around the edges.

Always barking out a sharp laugh, voice low and booming. Everything about him commanded attention in such an effortless way, something that most other men wished for.

So no, he didn't really change (apart from his looks) it was actually like he became more himself.

You'd expected that if he ever came back to the shop, it would be for touch ups, maybe to even add more to his collection of designs.

But what you didn't expect, was for him to come back asking for you.

"Where's that girl? The one that does the piercings," his voice rings out through the shop, distinct and gravelly. You know it's him before you even see him.

You poke your head out from the back of the shop, where your room is, your eyes landing on the broad, hulking figure at the end of the hall. Your waiting room isn't small by any means, but it certainly seems that way with him standing in the middle of it.

"You have an appointment?" you question, racking your brain because you can't remember seeing anyone on your calendar at this time— and you'd remember if Sukuna had signed up.

He responds quickly to the sound of your voice, crimson stare finding you immediately. "Nah, not yet," he starts, long legs carrying him towards you with confident strides, "I wanna make one though."

"Oh yeah, of course." You beckon him into your studio, gesturing for him to sit down. And you have to stifle a laugh at the look on his face when he sees the little wooden chairs you have lined up against the wall.

You'd thrifted them a while ago for clients that like to bring a friend or family member with them, but it's a little comedic seeing someone of Sukuna's stature taking a seat in one. For someone so large he was sure moving gingerly, expression suspicious as he carefully dropped his full weight onto the vintage piece.

"Don't worry, it won't break," you assure him, but the wood creaking right after makes you doubt yourself a little.

"You sure 'bout that?" he questions, tone flat but laced with something akin to amusement.

"Well, I guess we'll see," you shrug. "Anyways, you said you wanted to make an appointment?"

He grunts in lieu of a 'yeah'. "Wanna get a piercing done and heard you'd be the best for it."

You hum softly, resting a hip on the side of your counter, your arms crossing in front of you as you look over him. You're curious as to what he's planning to get done. There's plenty of talented piercers in your city, but if he's convinced that you're the one for the job then it must be…

"I wanna pierce my dick." Yep.

He waits, eyes scanning your face for any evidence of shock, maybe a little look of approval to feed his ego. He tries not to care when he gets nothing, just you nodding your head indifferently as you reach for your ipad to pull up an appointment form.

"You know what kind of piercing you want?" you ask, gaze cutting back up to his once you get the form set up.

"Jacob's ladder," he replies smoothly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

That gets a reaction from you.

The slightest ghost of a smile graces your lips and he can feel his chest swelling with pride. He shouldn't really care, he doesn't even know you, but ultimately, he's a confident man who likes to get what he wants. And from the first time he saw you in the shop— tight tank top clinging to your chest, leading away some client who was following you like a lost puppy— he wanted you.

And Sukuna knows he's better than the other losers you pierce, probably just asking you for something basic, something you do every week. He knows from your coworker how often they ask you out, thinking that they have a chance, just for you to politely turn them down and complain about it later. They never had a chance, but Sukuna? He knows he has a chance.

That much was obvious with the way you'd curiously peek in during his appointments, eyes slowly raking over his figure each time, drinking in the sight of him before asking how it was going.

"Good choice?" he asks, standing and crossing over to you as you keep scribbling on the ipad with your stylus.

"They're not too common," you muse, shifting to face him. You ignore the flush creeping up into your cheeks when you see just how close he is now. "But they're a personal favorite so… I'd say yes."

Sukuna's grin widens. "Personal favorite, huh? Favorite to pierce—" his voice drops as he leans down, hovering over you as your lower back presses into the counter, "or to look at?"

Your breath hitches in your throat at the warm feeling of his breath fanning close to your face, and you pray he didn't catch it. But he did. His tongue darts out quickly to wet his lips as his gaze flicks between your eyes and your cleavage.

Recovering quickly, you set the ipad aside, hands coming to rest behind you on the counter. You pretend you don't know what you're doing— pushing your chest out towards him, head craning back slightly to look up at him with that innocent look on your face. You flash him another smile of your own. "Both."

You know it's not professional. But was it so bad to indulge every once in a while? Sukuna was attractive, very much your type, and very much into you.

Your mind flashes through memories of lame dates and unsatisfying hookups, a montage of your depressing sex life as you look over him once more. Every muscle is defined, like they want to show you that they're right where they need to be, his body practically radiating heat. You take in the way his compression shirt sticks to him like a second skin, the way his shorts bunch up ever so slightly around his crotch because his thighs are just that big. Not to mention his voice— the timbre, the way each word rolls so smoothly off his tongue.

Everything about him oozes sex appeal, and you can't help but feel like you'd be crazy not to capitalize on his interest in you.

"Oi, my eyes are up here."

Your head snaps up to see a shit-eating grin on Sukuna's face. That seems to be his signature expression. "Huh?"

"You were starin' at my dick. Not very professional," he tuts.

You roll your eyes, heat pricking just beneath the surface of your skin as you realize that you were just staring at his dick. "Well i'm gonna be piercing it, aren't I? Just checking it out for the job, y'know?"

Sukuna nods slowly. "Right, right," he affirms sarcastically.

"Shut up," you mumble, turning back around so you don't have to see him anymore, worried that your face might betray you even more. "Anyways, it's probably going to be a few sessions—"

You're cut off when a large hand comes to rest beside yours on the counter top. You don't have to see him to know the way he's looming over you again, nearly caging you in.

"Go on," he urges, other hand coming up to scratch his chin as he listens, like he's not being the world's greatest distraction.

"It's easier on the healing process if we just do a few barbells at a time, but there's some wiggle room there with exactly how many you want to do each session," you explain, mentioning that the first appointment can be used as a trial run. He can gauge the pain level and see how many he can handle at a time. After that, you'll determine roughly how many more appointments to schedule.

"So how long's this whole thing gonna take?" he asks gruffly.

"Well… with a couple months between each appointment it could take around a year give or take— but it all depends."

"Alright, think i can do that," he hums, "anything different about the healing process that I should know about?"

You reiterate the basics that he probably already knows, given the jewelry adorning his face already. "… Other than that, it's just no sex for a while."

Sukuna freezes. He didn't think that part through. He'd been so focused on the aftermath— of what it'd be like to have sex once he got it done— that he completely forgot about the whole time during the piercing process.

"How long is a while?" he questions, quieter than his usual self, making you chuckle.

"Well ideally you'd wait until they're all healed," you start, neck craning to see the disappointed look on his face, "but if you're certain that the ones you already have done are healed before your next appointment, obviously I can't stop you. I would still recommend wearing a condom to keep it drier though, and be sure to clean them after."

"Oh, thank god. Okay."

Your eyes narrow. "Don't go sleeping around if they're not ready just because you can't keep it in your pants, Sukuna."

Sukuna shoots you a look of feigned scandalization, free hand coming up to his chest. "Sleep around? Who do you think I am?"

"I think you're someone who likes to sleep around."

That pulls a laugh from him, a low, rumbling sound that makes your stomach flip. "Maybe. But don't worry, I wouldn't wanna mess up your work."

"Better not," you mutter, poking him with the stylus. "Now sign here."

After ironing out a few more details, Sukuna's first appointment was set for a week out. He paid the deposit and made for the door, the bell chiming softly above his head as he left, flashing you a quick wink over his shoulder.

You're behind the counter when Sukuna returns. The glass door sliding open, a wave of heat rolling in with him as he steps out of the summer sun and into the air conditioned waiting room. You glance up from where you were scrolling on your phone, pretending to be busy but more-so just trying to distract yourself from the anticipation of seeing the tattooed man again.

You aren't really one to get nervous before appointments, but you can't help the swirling feeling low in your gut. It has less to do with the thought of actually piercing him, and more to do with the thought of being confined in that small room with him again— this time with his dick out.

Your spine straightens, standing taller as Sukuna strides over to you. Large hands rest on the glass display case between you both, fingers drumming on the top.

"Long time no see," he grins, gaze hungrily trailing over you, just as it does every time he sees you. He lingers on your chest, lips twitching at the sight of your cleavage in the low-cut top you decided to wear today.

All you can do is hope that it's not too obvious the effect he's having on you as you mutter a sarcastic "funny."

"I try," Sukuna shrugs, always cocky. He shifts, coming down to rest on his forearms, the thick limbs stretched out towards you.

Veins litter his tanned skin, running up perpendicular to the nicely healed tattoos, the dark ink a complement to the black painted on his nails. You instinctively shift closer, hips near pressing against the counter, against his fingers that are much too close. They twitch, drifting towards you just enough to brush along the hem of your shirt, soft enough where he could play it off as an accident. But you know better.

You ignore it. You ignore the way that when you don't react, it only spurs him on to tug the fabric lightly between his fingers, playing with it as you ask him about the jewelry he wants. "Silver or gold?"

Sukuna hums like he needs a moment to think about it— like all the metal already planted in his face isn't silver. He just wants an excuse to stay there a moment longer. Until you clear your throat, arms crossing in front of your chest as you look at him expectantly. "Silver's good."

"Finally," you grumble, but it lacks any real bite. "Follow me."

He lets go and you lead him to the back, the heavy weight of his gaze bringing goosebumps to your skin. You don't need to see him to know he's staring right at your ass. It's not like it's his fault, he reasons silently, maybe if you weren't sauntering away, hips swaying side to side with each step, he wouldn't be ogling so hard.

You point to the table as you walk in, not bothering to check if he's watching you— you already know he is, "sit."

"Yes ma'am," he practically purrs as he seats himself on the cushioned top, propping himself up on his arms behind him.

You shoot him a deadpan look, one that you hope hides the fact that his words and the tone of his voice all have your stomach tying in knots. You turn back around to rummage through your drawers and cabinets, pulling out everything you'll need and a singular silver barbell.

"Just one?" Sukuna asks, both skepticism and offense in his tone. Did you really think he wouldn't be able to do more than one piercing in a session? The same man who'd easily sat through multiple tattoo sessions that lasted several hours?

"We'll see how you're feeling afterwards. If you're up for it, I'll just grab some more."

"I'll be up for it."

You sigh— he's stubborn, that's for sure. But if it'll give him peace of mind then whatever. You retreat to grab two more barbells before swiveling back over to him in your little chair. "Happy now?"

He grins, "I sure am, baby."

"Baby? That's new," you muse, pulling on your gloves with a snap.

"You like it?" he teases, shifting in his seat, his legs falling further apart.

"Maybe. I'll answer that after you've pulled your pants down," you shoot back.

Keeping your eyes fixed on what you're doing, you get everything organized on your tray so that each piercing can be as swift as possible. As tempted as you are to let your gaze slide up, trailing over his muscled thighs to the apex of his shorts— you're not giving in that easy.

He wants your attention, that's obvious. And he's already got it actually, but you find that you like toying with him since he seems like he doesn't know that. You like making him work a little harder than he's probably ever had to before, making him think that you're not quite there with him yet.

Sukuna huffs out a laugh, confident and smooth. "Just say the word."

"Whenever you're ready, we can get this over with."

He rolls his eyes, fingers hooking into his waistband as he's muttering to himself, "well don't act too excited."

Only now do you let your gaze drift down to his crotch and— is he hard right now? You don't realize the way you've tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, breath baited in anticipation, but Sukuna does. And the look on your face is enough to have even more blood rushing down between his thighs.

His hips lift up, just enough to slide his shorts and briefs down over his ass. The waistbands catch on the tip of his dick, tugging it along with them as he drags the garments down further. You can see the way the head of his cock slides along the fabric as it fights to return to its upright position, little by little, until it's freed and the full length slaps up against his abdomen.

Your mouth feels dry. Tongue heavy, it sits against the roof of your mouth, feeling like it's filling the entire cavern. You could have guessed he was big. The way he carries himself is a tell-tale sign. He has that kind of confidence that you just know is well-founded, not something used to compensate. But still— "damn."

"You wanna give me that answer now, baby?" Sukuna teases, enjoying your reaction.

"Shut up, Sukuna," you snap, eyes still fixated on the distraction in front of you. He's big, pretty, even. Veins trail up the thick shaft, acting as a guide for your eyes, leading your gaze up to the red tip, all flushed and swollen. Your core feels hot, the initial dryness in your mouth being replaced with a rush of saliva.

"You stare at all your clients' dicks like this?" Sukuna goads, hands coming back behind him so he can recline, putting himself on display for you. He knows that you definitely don't look at all your clients this way, and that you usually are very professional— but nothing about your relationship with him has ever been.

"We might end up needing another appointment or two." You finally tug your gaze away from his cock. His eyes are dark, pupils swallowing the red of his irises as he looks down at you situated between his knees.

"And why's that?"

"Because we're gonna need more barbells than I thought," you explain.

You're convinced you can literally see the man's ego growing at your words and it makes you want to take them back. But you really do still have to be upfront with him, so he knows what to expect throughout this process. "Or if you can handle one more each session then we might not need to drag this out. We'll see."

You grab your marker, mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable— when you'll have to touch his dick. Reaching forward gingerly, you glance up at him once more, silently searching his expression for any hesitation. When you find nothing but a cocky grin, you wrap your fingers delicately around the middle of the shaft to stabilize him and hold his length up straight.

It's warm through the nitrile gloves, heavy in a way as it rests in your grasp. Sukuna shifts lightly, sucking in the smallest breath at the feeling of your fingers wrapped around his most sensitive body part.

As much as he loves flirting with you, Sukuna is trying to keep his thoughts and urges at bay.

A part of Sukuna wants to just say fuck the whole appointment, wants to roll his hips and rut into your fist, tell you to take the gloves off and let him feel you skin to skin. Part of him wishes he could make a move on you now, a real move, instead of just dancing around the obvious tension in the room.

But the stronger part of him knows that he can't.

He's wanted these piercings for a long time now, and he'd regret it more if he never got them done just because he couldn't keep it in his pants for a few measly hours.

So, Sukuna wills himself to think of something, anything, but the feeling of your pretty hand wrapped around his cock.

Still, by the time you finish marking up the piercing spots, he's tense as ever. Jaw tight, his signature smirk is gone as he stares down at you through lidded eyes. You clear your throat, quickly looking away and busying yourself with capping the marker and setting it aside. Then you grab a small hand-held mirror and offer it to him. "Wanna check that they look alright?"

He shrugs, snatching the mirror and holding it out between his legs, the sight of his own cock reflected back to him. Only now, there's little purple dots lining the underside of the shaft— where the barbells will be lined up over the next months.

He gives a rumbling hum of approval, handing the mirror back to you. "Yeah, that's good, baby."

And the only thing you see reflected back in the glass is your piss-poor attempt to control your facial expression when those words reach your ears. There's a burning heat spreading across your cheeks as you pick up the hollow needle and barbell from your tray before turning back to Sukuna.

"Ready?" you check in once more, holding the needle and jewelry up.

He bares his teeth in a quick smile as he nods, "'course I am."

You line up the needle at the base, stabilizing it with your pinky. "Deep breath in," you wait until you hear him inhale, doing the same yourself, "aaand breathe out." You press the needle under the skin when he does, swiftly pushing it through and immediately following with the barbell.

Sukuna hisses through his teeth, fingers digging into the plush table beneath him. Pain sears through him, from the piercing site to the tip of his cock, a sharp sting that fades into a dull throbbing.

You sit back, giving him a moment when you see the furrow in his brow, the way his eyes are shut and his chest is heaving. "You can let me know if you'd like a longer break between them," you offer gently.

His eyelids flutter open, heavy as his gaze slides down to you. There's a faint pink dusting his cheeks, his bottom lip swollen from when you didn't even realize he was biting back a sound he wouldn't dare let out. His expression gives you pause, an unexpected intensity simmering just beneath the surface.Then he shakes his head lightly before jutting his chin out at you and muttering a "jus' keep goin'."

If you thought the tension was bad before, it's near suffocating now. You feel dwarfed in your position sitting before him, right between his thighs, with your face inches from his cock. He's towering above you, body broad overhead as he looks down at you intently. The space between your own legs feels as hot as your cheeks, realization dawning on you that you'd mistaken his expression for discomfort, when what he was feeling was far from it.

Swallowing loudly, you nod. You're wiggling awkwardly in your seat as you position yourself once more, trying to ignore the way you can feel your underwear starting to stick to your skin.

You get through two more before stopping, not wanting to do more than three piercings in one session. Normally you'd stop at two, but since he really had no issues with the pain, you figured it was alright. Not to mention he had the space for them.

While you clean up, Sukuna's still sitting on the table, shorts around his thighs as he admires your handiwork in the mirror again. With him distracted, ogling himself, you can finally take a deep breath and try to quell the aching in your core.

You've had attractive clients before, but there's something about Sukuna. The mutual desire is palpable, and you're going to have to figure out a way to keep yourself in check during the next appointments or he might never get all these piercings done.

"You like them so far?"

Sukuna doesn't even look up, eyes still locked on his own dick, "fuck yeah."

You chuckle, amused at how entranced he is by three new additions to his shaft. "Alright, Sukuna, you can keep staring at your dick when you get home—"

"'m not staring, I'm lookin'," he interrupts, handing the mirror back to you.

"Whatever, just put your pants back on."

"You sure you want me to?" he teases, but his hands still reach for his waistband.

"Trust me, I'm sure," you mumble, thankful for the fact that your voice didn't waver, fearful of giving away how much of an effect Sukuna has on you.

"So mean, baby- ah shit!" he cuts himself off, flinching at the feeling of his briefs pressed snug around his swollen cock. "Shoulda worn boxers," he grumbles as he finally gets situated.

You're ringing him up at the front again, giggling quietly under your breath whenever you catch him wincing and adjusting himself out of the corner of your eye. "Aw, doesn't feel so good now?" you coo, eyes running over over his figure and lingering on the slight bulge that remains in his shorts.

Sukuna grumbles something incoherent, ears tinted pink and eyes averting to look at something very interesting on the wall.

"So you know the basics, keep it clean, keep it dry—" you're running over the aftercare with him as you two walk out to the parking lot together. "And don't fucking touch them. I'm serious," you add sternly, jabbing a finger into his bicep which he swats away weakly.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it woman, y'said that shit twice already."

You raise an eyebrow at his tone, pulling a long sigh from him which you take as an apology— it's probably the best you'll get from the stubborn oaf.

Since the beginning, there had been banter between you and Sukuna, though you can't help but think about how much you feel like your relationship has evolved in such a short period alone with him. The few hours that you've gotten to spend cooped up together in your little studio have you two acting like old friends as you part ways now— bickering back and forth, laughing lightly.

There's a slight discomfort in your chest when you think about how you likely won't see the pink haired man for the next six months.

And you experience that same feeling at the end of each appointment.

Every few months you'll double, triple check that your schedule is clear of all but one client. You'll wear those tank tops that you know Sukuna likes and pretend it was all you had left in your closet as you relish in the way that he can't stop his eyes from drifting downwards. You'll lead him back to your room and have him plop himself back onto your table then pull his pants down.

And each time, you're left speechless for a few moments. Like over the months your understanding of his size was diminished, the concept of him was warped with the passage of time to where it feels as though you're seeing him for the first time again.

And he fucking loves it.

That stupid smirk on his face as he lounges like a king, presenting himself before you, his gaze resting lazily on your face— a misrepresentation of how much of his attention you actually have. Because the truth is, you have all of it.

The truth is that Sukuna is just as affected by you as you are by him. Only, both of you are too stubborn to address the tension outright.

But you can feel it starting to bubble over. Like when the room feels too hot to be in despite the air conditioning being on. You can feel it in the silence that followed the first time you pulled his pants down to find Sukuna not only hard, as he always was, but leaking.

Swollen tip sitting stiff and pretty before you and right on the slit it was there— that pearly, translucent bead of precum.

You can feel it in the way your stomach tightens now when your fingers remain wrapped around his cock just moments longer than they need to be, nerve endings firing with each subtle twitch beneath your finger pads.

You can feel the attraction starting to bubble over when you finish the very last piercing, leaning back to see each silver rung decorating his shaft— each one there because you were the only one Sukuna trusted with the delicate task.

The two of you are quieter than usual when you head back to the front counter to take Sukuna's final payment. The weight of a million things unsaid fills the silence between you, but neither of you feels the need to speak them aloud. Instead, you offer him a free check up appointment six months from now. An appointment you rarely set up in advance with other clients, but one you strongly urge him to make.

You just want to make sure that everything heals properly, that's all!

And he eagerly agrees, ever the dutiful client. He wouldn't want all your hard work to go to waste because of poor piercing maintenance!

So, it's really best that he comes back in six months, say… around 6:00 pm when your coworkers have long gone home. Just to make sure everything's looking good, of course.

And those six months were by far the worst. The lingering implications of what your next appointment entailed hanging over both of your heads, leaving you and Sukuna restless. But the waiting was worth it.

It was worth it for the feeling of your body practically buzzing with anticipation as you open your studio this Friday at 5:30. You poke your head around, searching for your coworkers. There weren't any cars in the parking lot when you arrived, but sometimes they've been known to take public transport and you want to double check.

You're scurrying around the shop when you hear the bell chime. The soft scrape of the metal door against the floor as it's pushed open. The familiar gruff voice.

"Oi— damn, it's cold in here—"

You still in the hallway as your eyes find crimson. Sukuna lets the door shut behind him, his gaze raking over you as it always does. Only it's slower now, like he's deliberately taking his time, re-memorizing each feature, each curve of your figure.

"Long time no see," you break the brief silence.

"Hey, baby," Sukuna rasps. He's not meeting your eyes yet, still trailing up around your hips, your stomach, your chest. You cross your arms, your signature move when you're feeling impatient with him.

Finally, he looks at you.

Sukuna crosses the room with steady strides to where you're waiting. You can feel your heart rate picking up at the closeness, neck craning slightly to look up at him as he stands before you now.

You forgot how tall he is.

Leaning forward, a finger hooks under your chin, tilting your head up further. "Miss me?"

You scoff like he's out of line for even asking that. Like your face isn't burning up at the single touch of his skin against yours. "Not even a little bit," you lie, turning your head to the side.

He brings his hand to his chest, pouting at you as he straightens up. "Well now you're breakin' my heart."

"Something tells me you'll be just fine, Kuna," you reassure him with a pat on the shoulder, seemingly oblivious to the way your little nickname punched every retort straight out of his head. "C'mon."

Sukuna's hesitant when he walks in after you, like he's not sure what to do with himself. This isn't an actual appointment so he doesn't know if he should sit on the table, or a chair, or maybe he should just stand? He's never found himself in a situation where he felt so out of place, especially after having been in this exact location several times before with you.

You can tell he's unsure, the sight bringing a soft smile to your lips. The ever cocky Ryomen Sukuna is suddenly feeling nervous? Who would have thought.

"How's it been feeling?" you ask, partially as a way to give him something to talk about, and partially because, well, you do want to know.

Sukuna shuffles toward the counter next to you, hip resting against it as he hums, "'s been fine. Got used to the healing process after the first appointment so, wasn't too bad."

"You taking care of them like I told you?" you don't really have any doubts, but figure you should ask anyways.

He scoffs, "course I am, been keepin' 'em squeaky clean."

"Good boy," you coo, biting back a laugh at the way he turns beet red, grumbling under his breath about how you're an "insufferable woman." He's never been with someone so forward, or even dominant with him.

Your hands reach forward, grazing along his waist, fingers dipping slightly beneath the hem of his shorts. You grip the fabric as you push him, guiding him until his lower back is pressing into the counter. "I've still gotta check…" you dip your fingers further, tugging down gently til you see the elastic of his briefs, "make sure you're telling the truth."

Sukuna's hands come to grip the counter, knuckles white. You're looking up at him with wide eyes, bullshit innocent look on your face as you sink to your knees, dragging his shorts down with you.

"How you planning on checkin'?" he breathes, so much of his blood rushing south from mere words and touches, his cock feeling like it has a heartbeat of its own.

You bring a hand up between his legs, resting over the tent in his underwear. Humming like you're mulling over your answer, you palm at his bulge making him exhale a shaky breath. "You're a smart guy, I think you know already."

Taking your time, you stretch the fabric away from his hips, finally freeing his stiff cock. You're licking your lips at the way it hangs heavy before your face as you pull his briefs down to his shorts. From where you're perched on your knees, you have a perfect view of the underside of his shaft— still veiny and now glinting, light reflecting off the new silver jewelry adorning it.

"Fuck, you really made the best choice." The compliment comes easy, rolling off your tongue without needing to think about it because just the sight of him has you rubbing your thighs together, heat starting to pool between them.

"You think so?" Sukuna grins, tongue darting out to swipe across his teeth. He brings a hand to your head, patting it twice. "Go on then, baby, show me ya mean it."

You spit into your palm before reaching for the base, his balls twitching when your warm hand finally wraps around it. Sliding up slowly and back down, you smear your spit around the top of his shaft, the tips of your fingers grazing the edge each barbell along the way. Sukuna's hand weighs heavy atop your head, stroking lightly, a form of nonverbal praise when your tongue lolls out to swipe up the underside of his cock.

"Seem healed?" Sukuna grits out through clenched teeth.

Your lips press a chaste kiss to his tip before parting, lowering, and enveloping the head. You hum in response, making him groan from the vibrations paired with the feeling of your tongue flicking against his slit, lapping up his precum. The sound is deep, rumbling in his chest so loud you think it's the cause of the buzzing in your core.

You pull off of him with a soft pop, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his tip which you break with a swipe of your tongue across your lips. "Feel any pain?" you ask, eyes locked on his as you drag your tongue up one side of his shaft, cool metal balls rolling under the slippery muscle.

Sukuna sucks in a breath, fingers digging slightly into your scalp as he shakes his head. You shift and run your tongue back down the other side of the ladder, the taste of metal lingering even when you pull away. "What about there? Does that hurt?"

"Nah— feels good," he grunts, pressing down, urging you to return your mouth to him.

"Didn't think those were mutually exclusive for you," you respond with a smile. Sukuna huffs out a short laugh at that because you're not wrong. He doesn't need to confirm it either— at least not with his words.

You lap at the barbell closest to the base, flicking at it with your tongue before drawing it between your teeth and tugging gently. He hisses, his cock twitching in your grasp at the slight sting, and the moan that follows is enough confirmation of his little kink.

Pulling on each rung as your tongue climbs back up his ladder, you revel in all the sounds you're able to pull from Sukuna along the way. You note the way his gruff moans turn pitchier, louder with the harder you tug. But you're tired of teasing him, wanting to get a real taste of him when your lips part and wrap around his head once more.

"Keep goin' this time— think you can take all of me?" his voice is deep and strained as you start to sink down onto his length, your hot mouth swallowing him inch by inch. Your tongue stays flat along the bottom, running over the jewelry as you force yourself to take him deeper.

You continue pushing him further into your throat, ignoring the way tears are starting to well in your waterline and your jaw is already aching from having to accommodate not just his length but his girth.

"That's it, almost there baby," Sukuna reassures you when you start to gag. The tip of his cock is nudging against the back of your throat, saliva pooling in your mouth but you're determined to take him all.

You slide back off of him until just the head rests on your tongue before sinking down once more. Repeating the motions over and over, you're bobbing steadily, taking more of Sukuna's cock each time until the salty droplets slip past your lashes and drool starts to trickle out of the corners of your mouth.

Soon, you feel the hair at the base of his cock prickling your nose when you finally manage to stuff his entire length into your tight throat.

"Knew you could do it. Such a good girl, deep throatin' my cock like a slut," Sukuna smirks, the degrading praise reaching your ears like a sweet melody that has your cunt clenching around nothing as slick starts to stain the gusset of your panties. "Now suck," he grunts before snapping his hips and thrusting harshly into your mouth.

A muffled whine vibrates around his length as your eyes stare up at him, all watery and desperate as he uses you. Your hands fly to his thighs, nails digging into the skin and making him grit his teeth, the pain and pleasure taking him higher.

"Mouth feels— fuck— fuckin' amazing," Sukuna groans, fucking your face faster, harder, despite the way your tears are streaming steadily down your cheeks as you gag and sputter around him. He doesn't slow, taking no pity on you because still, each time he looks down past your needy gaze, he can see the way your knees are rubbing together trying to create a friction you're craving. "God, you love being used like this, huh?"

You try to nod, try to moan. But all that you can manage is a pathetic, strangled whimper that gets drowned out by the wet sounds of your mouth slurping around Sukuna's cock when you hollow your cheeks.

He chuckles, low and mean, sharp canines flashing at you. "Come on, baby— shit- why don't ya use your words," Sukuna coos, only grinning wider when your glassy eyes narrow at him. "Aw, c'mon, don' look at me like th—aah fuck-"

A moan is ripped from his lips, interrupting his sentence, when you let your teeth ever so slightly graze along the top of his shaft. His whole body is buzzing, the wet heat of your mouth contrasting with the sharp sting of your teeth. You're successfully able to shut him up, save for a slew of curses which continue falling from his lips.

You bring a hand to cup his balls, rolling and tugging on his scrotum, and it's not long before you can feel his cock pulsing on your tongue. You hear his breathing turn ragged, his voice strained and choppy and prepare for him to cum, salty and warm on your tongue. Only he doesn't.

A large hand wraps around your nape, fingers squeezing painfully tight as Sukuna yanks you off of him in one abrupt movement.

You're coughing and rubbing your lips, drying your cheeks with the back of your hand as Sukuna stares down at you. Now his cock is aching, throbbing from being denied its orgasm but he needs to feel your cunt stretched around him.

Your eyes are glued on one another, the both of you panting haggardly as you sit in silence and catch your breath for just a moment before Sukuna pulls you towards him. He's tugging you hard by the back of your neck until you're collapsing into him. Hands splayed across his chest, your lips meet in a messy kiss.

Normally, he would have taken his time. Kissed you slow and explored what you liked while his mouth moved with yours— but he can't be bothered. You can't be bothered either.

Pure hunger fuels your actions as your teeth clash, tongues swiping at each others lips, twirling around one another. Sukuna sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down and tugging away before letting it snap back in place. He gauges your reaction, smiling wide and cocky against your mouth when your hands grip his shirt and yank him back down to you.

You return the favor, biting hard on his lip, sucking it harshly into your mouth before finally letting go and leaving it red and swollen. You're moaning into each others mouths, what was already a sloppy make out deteriorating further into a slippery mess of saliva and tongue.

Your fingers tighten around the fabric in your grasp as you step backwards, guiding him with you. You're stumbling blind, trying to lead him to your chair even though you're not really sure what way to go. You're too addicted to the feeling of his soft lips and the taste of his groans to break away even for a second, and he can't either.

Sukuna doesn't need to think as he lets you drag him around, just focusing on ravishing you while you figure out what to do with him.

And then you feel the tip of your foot nudging against one of the wheels on your chair, prompting you to spin the two of you around. Only then do you separate from Sukuna with one last kiss before you shove him backwards, making him fall into your chair with a thud.

Sukuna's looking up at you now, eyes wide and pupils blown. His hair is a mess and his lips are bruised and glossy, coated in a mix of your spit and his. You can see the flush on his cheeks get darker, his eyelids heavier as you strip before him.

Your fingers grip the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it off to the side. You do the same with your pants. Sukuna mimics you, taking off his last article of clothing by discarding his shirt next to yours.

You can't hide the way you're even more entranced by him fully naked now. His abdomen is toned, bulky, his shoulders broad. Dark hair sprouts from his chest, a complement to the untrimmed happy trail that leads your eyes back down to his bush which sits around the cock that's now half covered by his hand.

He's stroking himself languidly as your eyes rake over him, a mirror image to the way he's looking at you as you slip your soiled panties down your hips. You can feel the stickiness as the fabric is peeled away, goosebumps peppering your skin when the cool air hits your sex for the first time. Kicking the garment away, you bring your hands behind your back to fiddle with the clasp on your bra before that too is forgotten on the floor.

"Fuck," Sukuna rasps, hand squeezing himself tighter at the sight of you fully naked before him. Every inch, every curve is perfect, his eyes thirstily drinking up all of you as you strut towards him.

He spreads his legs wider, both hands reaching out to settle on your waist the second you're in reach. And now he sees them— your own glinting modifications. A simple belly ring catches his attention first, his thumbs rubbing along your skin, massaging your hips as he looks over you.

"When'd ya get these?" he purrs, fingers sliding up your waist as his hands move to cup your breasts. You let out a sigh as he paws at them, groping lightly and you arch into his touch. "Fuck, they look good— perfect fuckin' tits."

"Got 'em a while a-ah— ago…" Calloused fingertips pinch your nipples, rolling them gently. Your eyes flutter shut as you move to straddle Sukuna, needing to be closer to him, to feel the heat radiating off of his body. His cock is resting against your stomach, settled between your torsos as your legs rest on either side of his.

"Yeah?" Sukuna asks and you wrap your arms around his neck as you nod in reply. "Good." One of his hands comes down hard against your tit, landing across the flesh with a hard smack!

"Fuck! Kuna," you whine, rolling your hips. His shaft is settled between your folds, your arousal smearing around it and your clit catching on each piercing as you grind down on his lap.

His other hand comes down fast, slapping your other tit. Guess he's learned a little something about you too.

Each hit, each pinch that's a little too harsh, has you getting his cock even wetter and humping him even faster. And those sounds— the pretty little moans that fall from your lips— they're even sweeter whenever the rough palm of his hand collides against your supple skin.

"All of you's just perfect, ain't that right?"

The hand still on your ass creeps inward, your body shuddering when you feel a fingertip circling the rim of your asshole. You arch into his touch, whimpering and distracted until—

Smack!

You fall forward to bite down on Sukuna's shoulder to muffle your cry after he lands another hit to your chest, that one much harder than the last two.

"Asked ya a question. 's rude not to answer," he scolds you, hands rubbing soothingly over your breasts, working to ease some of the pain that's prickling under the skin. "Said ain't that right?"

You're nodding fervently, face flushed and beginning to sweat. "Y-you're right," you mumble into his neck, exhaling long and slow when he tugs a nipple piercing between his fingertips again.

"Good girl," he whispers, head leaning against yours as you kiss down the column of his neck once more. "C'mon," he pats the side of his thigh, "needa feel that pussy, you're leakin' all over me."

You pull back just enough to meet his gaze, a little glint in your eyes that he can't quite place. And then you shake your head, bottom lip tugged between your teeth. "Hmm, no."

Sukuna's brows furrow and he tilts his head at you. "The fuck you mean 'no'?"

"So rude," you pout, bringing a hand to his cheek, your thumb stroking it lightly. "Ask nicely and I might."

"Excuse me?" he seethes, eyes narrowing. But you feel the way his cock twitches against your clit, nerves being set alight.

You smack him lightly across his cheek— a warning and a test— your eyes scanning his face for a reaction. The tips of his ears are pink, his chest rising and falling deeply beneath you. "Beg me, Kuna. If you want me to fuck you."

You can see the conflict simmering beneath the surface of a blend of arousal and embarrassment. He's mulling over his words, choosing the right action. The silence is starting to stretch and you're getting impatient so you roll your hips again, pressing hard along his length.

"Please let me fuck you," Sukuna mumbles, avoiding yours gaze.

"You can do better than that," you roll your eyes, hips still moving. You can tell his restraint is slipping and you're close to getting what you want. Just a few more grinds, a few more cascades of your fingers through his hair with a pout on your lips and he's folding.

"Fucking- please, baby. Please fuck me, I need you so badly— wanna feel that pussy wrapped 'round my cock," he rasps, desperation swimming in his irises.

You squeeze his jaw, forcing his lips apart as you gather your saliva and spit directly into his mouth. The glob hits his tongue, warm and mildly salty, a lingering taste of his own pre.

"Good boy," you praise, rewarding him with a couple rough pats on his cheek.

"Shut up," Sukuna grumbles, hands returning to your waist and picking you up. He maneuvers you until you're sitting over his dick, the tip prodding at your dripping entrance. Your hands perch on his chest for stability as you lower your hips down onto him with a loud sigh. "Oh god, you're tight, loosen up f'me."

"'m tryin'," you whine, wiggling your hips. You're trying to get used to the feeling of his jacob's ladder rubbing against your walls, adding even more to the sensation of him stretching you out.

You're so close to taking all of him, almost sitting with your thighs atop his, but he can't wait any longer. Sukuna's hips snap upwards and in one fluid motion he slams your own down onto him, fully sheathing himself inside you. "F-fuck! Kuna, oh my god—"

"Sorry," he grunts— he doesn't mean it— "couldn't wait, needed to feel this cunt cryin' on me— so fucking wet."

Your eyebrows knit together in mock irritation. But the truth is, it feels so fucking good to finally be full of him, to finally feel him buried inside you. Every inch, every ring.

"Just fuckin' sit still," you command, gyrating your hips and rubbing your clit against him. You know he probably wants you to ride him, to lift your hips and smack them back down, fucking yourself onto his cock— but you don't plan on doing that.

You're humping him steadily, each roll of your hips leaving your clit more stimulated, more sensitive. Each roll makes you wetter, soaking his cock as your arousal leaks out onto the base towards his balls.

"Like that?" he whispers, hands finding your ass and kneading the plush fat under his fingers. "Just keep usin' me— make yourself feel good on my cock."

"I-I will," you assure, humping him faster. You can feel your stomach getting tighter, the coil in your gut winding up more with every grind and nudge of your clit against his rough skin. "Doing s'good for me, Kuna."

Your hands paw at his chest, your own fingers pinching at his nipples now. You squeeze them tight, tugging and twisting gently, eliciting a quiet moan from Sukuna. He shifts, his hips coming up slightly off the chair, trying to match your movements as his finger returns to your ass, this time pressing inside. And in an instant your hand comes down across his cheek with a loud crack!

"I told you— shit- to sit still," you snap, both hands now settling around his neck.

Sukuna's eyes are wide from the shock coursing through him, less from the fact that you slapped him and more from the fact that he fucking loved it. He's never been with someone who's done half of the things that you're doing to him, and he would've never expected himself to be so into it. And still, the sharp impact combined with your words and the look on your face— he's entirely ready to submit himself to you. For now.

"I know—" Sukuna starts, words trailing off when your grip tightens around his windpipe.

"But you d-didn't listen."

You're trying to keep your voice steady, but your encroaching orgasm is dangerously close. You're teetering on the edge of your release and fighting to keep it at bay so you can enjoy this moment just a second longer.

Sukuna's face is covered in a sheen of sweat, more than just his cheeks are red now from the lack of oxygen.

You hold on a little more, a little tighter, using his neck to support your body as you chase your high. And then you let go, collapsing into his chest as he breathes deeply once more. He takes the opportunity to pump his finger slowly in and out of your ass, the added pressure making you squirm.

"'m sorry baby," Sukuna chokes out, "cum for me— want you to cum all over my cock, please. You'll do that f'me right?"

His voice is strained, cracked, his throat dry and sore from your hands. But you can still make out the desperation laced within each word and his pleas are too much.

With one last cry you're shaking, your whole body going limp against him as his hands move to your back to hug you into his chest when your orgasm crashes over you.

"There you go… you did so good, baby."

Sukuna's muttering sweet praises into your hair, his hands rubbing gently across your skin as they shift back down to your thighs. You're simmering in a post-orgasm daze, a temporary wave of tiredness coursing through you. The haze makes it so you're not worried, when maybe you should be, about how Sukuna's standing now, still buried deep inside you as he carries your body with him across the room.

You stir when you feel the rough wall pressed up against your back. Your feet are dangling, legs locked in the crooks of Sukuna's arms so your thighs are being pushed into your chest now.

Your eyes find his, being met with a sudden intensity, a sneer on his lips. "Had fun back there?"

Fuck.

You nod meekly.

"Yeah? Had fun smackin' me around and chokin' me out?"

You swallow loudly.

"Say it."

His voice lacks the amusement it usually has, his face set with a flat and unreadable expression. The entire air in the room has shifted and it sets your nerves on fire.

"I d-did, I had fun— aah-Kuna!"

A hand had snaked out from under your leg to rip across your face, the force sending your head snapping to the side. "You like that?" he growls, pinching your cheeks and making you look at him again. "Yeah, you do. This is still fun for you, huh? Pussy's clampin' down around me— dirty girl."

And then he's fucking you down onto him, both hands on your ass as he lifts you up off of his cock before slamming you back down again. The pace that Sukuna sets is nothing short of ruthless, giving you no time to ease back into everything after your first orgasm.

"Sukun-ah! Shit, slow down—" you whine, the abrupt acceleration leaving you overstimulated. You're wiggling your hips, but you're not even sure if you're trying to get away from him or get closer.

It's overwhelming. Each thrust stretching out your gummy walls in a way you haven't felt before, each piercing scraping along the inside of your cunt.

"Nah, fuckin' take it." He slaps you once more, hard and fast before his lips crash down onto yours in a hungry kiss. He's swallowing your whines, moaning into your mouth in response. "This what you wanted? Wanted to piss me off just to get fucked like the slut you are? Could've jus' asked, baby— fuck."

Every part of him is all consuming, the man you had thought you had a hold on suddenly reminding you of exactly how much control you really have.

"God, you know how long I've wanted to see you fall apart on my cock?"

You whimper, shaking your head as tears return to your lash line after a particularly hard thrust.

"Couldn't even jack off n' think about you— y'know how hard that was?"

"mmhm…" you sniffle, head falling back against the wall.

Large, thick fingers splay across your throat, digging into your neck. "No, you don't," he spits, "don't even have your clit pierced. Never had to go months without gettin' off after having a pretty slut handlin' you."

You try to choke out an apology but his grip tightens cutting you off. "Spoiled brat."

Sukuna's voice has a dangerous edge, one that makes your stomach flip and your core burn hot once more. You know he can feel the way your cunt is fluttering around his length, his hips stuttering for just a moment.

And that spurs him on. Every bit of confirmation that you're just as needy, just as depraved as he is leaves him wanting even more from you. His muscles are aching, already pushing himself to his limit and still he finds the energy to move faster. His thrusts feel like a punishment, forcing your cunt to accommodate him each time he splits you open.

He has the energy to make sure that every. single. thrust. has him balls deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

"O-oh god, oh god, Kuna—" your moans are getting louder, head falling forward now onto his shoulder.

"Gonna fuckin' cum again? Christ, you're greedy," he groans, like he isn't overcome with pride that he's coaxing a second orgasm out of you already.

"S-sorry!" you whine against him, your saliva and tears starting to wet his skin.

"Don' apologize," he grits, both hands back on your ass for leverage as he ruts into you with a carnal desire, "Thank me." He punctuates his command with a merciless smack to one of your cheeks, the pain making you cry out.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" you sob, your climax being ripped from you with an unexpected force. Your teeth sink into his shoulder, the taste of copper starting to trickle into your mouth.

You can hear Sukuna hiss above you, his fingernails digging into your flesh. His pace falters one last time before he slams you back onto him and holds you there, pressing you tight between his body and the wall.

"Fuuuck— you're perfect, baby. My perfect girl."

His cock twitches, pulsing before you feel his seed spurting inside you. Sticky, white ropes of cum paint your poor, abused walls. You're lapping at his shoulder, soft kitten licks to soothe the minor injury you caused as he fills you to the brim.

You don't need to look to know that his release is starting to leak out around his base, a mix of both of your spend seeping onto his balls.

Sukuna's gentle as he handles you now. Cradling you close to his body, the sweat and heat serve as a comfort for you as he sits back down on the chair with you in his lap. He's still plugging you up, just letting you sit there soaking him as his cock starts to soften inside you.

You're pressing kiss after kiss to his neck, collarbones, jaw, cheeks, as he rubs your back and massages your thighs.

"You really are fuckin' perfect," he pants, his exhaustion catching up to him, "I meant that."

"You too, baby," you mumble tiredly, missing the smile that graces his lips at the nickname.

"So… all healed I'm assuming?"

You giggle at that. "You're a fucking idiot."

"And you're mean," he shoots back playfully, "I can't believe I was gonna ask you out after this."

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P ✰SSY EATER mdni. starring boyfriend!sukuna x toxic!reader

“you whore.”

in the years you’d been dating, you called sukuna a lot of things. but whore? that was a new one.

“the fuck are you talking about, brat?” he grimaced, a flicker of something not-quite nervous stirring in his stomach when he glanced up from his phone to see you scowling at him like you were about to throw yours.

as if he didn’t just have to replace the air fryer three weeks ago the last time you tossed an object at him.

“this,” you hissed at him, shoving your phone in his face instead.

to his surprise, it was a video of him.

more precisely, a fucking tiktok of him scarfing down a cup of pudding in public, sitting on a park bench and squinting as he polished the last of it off, thick tongue scraping the bottom of it before tracing its rim in a few long strokes.

kind of creepy, sure, but he’d just been there yesterday afternoon stuck babysitting his dumb nephew - which you already knew about.

“what’s the problem?” he scoffed back, about to hand it back before you huffed at him like he only had half a brain.

“open the comments,” you demanded, crossing your arms as your cute lips pushed together in your scariest pout.

g0jod1ckmuncher7: god i wish that was me

getosleftpinkytoe: if he's hungry i'm available

shit.

yeah, he was fucked.

"were you watching yuji or trying to advertise your fucking services?" you snapped at him, snatching your phone back and scrolling through more of the comment section.

"i-"

he shut up with a single look from you, the mouth that had gotten him into mess closing before more than a single syllable could escape.

"it has a million fucking likes," you scolded him, irritation glittering in your eyes as you rolled them at him. "that's like, a million people who want to fuck you."

he tossed his own phone on the cushion next to him, grunting as he pushed himself up off it next, knowing that he should probably nip this in the bud now instead of letting you look around for another household item to hurl at him. easily picking you up while you were still coming up with another protest, hands on your ass as he hoisted you up and started carrying you back to the bedroom.

"i only want to fuck you," he reminded you, even though that only earned him another angry scoff.

"so i'm just a sex toy to you?" you haughtily asked, deliberately ignoring what he was trying to say. trying to make him mad too, to pick an argument so you could yell at him more.

"yeah, that's definitely why i've stayed with you for four fuckin' years," he sarcastically commented, nudging the door open with his foot before throwing you on the bed, watching you bounce a little before he was pulling your thighs down to the edge of it. tugging your tiny little shorts you wore just to tease him off, your body melting into his touch even when your mouth only wanted to fight.

"yeah, four years without a ring," you murmured under your breath, still glaring down at him as you propped yourself up on your elbows.

"if you want a stupid ring, you should've just asked," he grunted back, his dark eyes greedily gazing at the damp patch on your panties, spit preemptively pooling in the back of his mouth as his fingers hooked around the thin band to yank them down too.

"that's your job."

he doubted he'd make a better husband than a boyfriend. but the idea of you dumping him to find a different one was enough to make him want to murder the imaginary man his mind conjured up that you'd leave him for - and he couldn't exactly hold it against you for hating other women wanting him too.

pettiness surging inside him as he buried his face between your thighs, trying to prove that his services were all reserved for you.

pumping his tongue in-and-out of your pretty pussy, feeling you tense and squeeze as he swirled it around, his thumb digging into your soft flesh to hold you still as he devoured you this time.

he was always starving for you after all.

an ounce of your affection in the sea of your attitude.

you tasted way fucking better than that shitty pudding cup anyway.

he could snack on your moans all day long, satisfied just at the way you squirmed and shuddered as he lapped at your slick folds. painting greedy circles over your clit, watching you shiver when his sharp canines grazed over the sensitive bud.

his favorite buffet was watching you orgasm, tasting it on his tongue as you shuddered and let his name slip from your lips in broken gasps, manicured nails raking across his scalp.

"will you marry me?" he asked after you finished, lips glossy with your slick, glancing up as your fingers sifted through his soft hair.

you tilted your head thoughtfully to the side, exhaling softly like your thighs weren't trembling.

"no."

a/n: for my angel @yenayaps ily happy belated bday this is technically a part two to toxic

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Toji is under the car, lying on his back, his forearms covered in grease. Every movement he makes is slow, precise, almost hypnotic. His hips barely move as he slides further under the engine, it's enough to make you lose track.

You watch him move with silent fascination. His muscles ripple under his stained gray t-shirt, his veins bulge on his forearms, his man's hands used to the effort. Your heart is beating a little too fast. Your thighs press together, trying to calm the burning desire rising in your stomach.

"Baby, pass me the wrench, please," he growls in his deep, slightly raspy voice. You look around, but you don't even know what the damn wrench looks like. And, honestly, you don't care. "I... I can't find it," you answer, searching vaguely.

"It's by the wheel, I think," he adds, still concentrating. You step closer, your sandals slapping on the garage floor. Bending down, you see him there, right beneath you. His eyes half-shadowed, his lips parted, the tip of his nose slightly blackened from work. You quickly pick up the wrench and sit on Toji, on his crotch.

He stops abruptly. His hand hangs, his tool in the air. His voice gets lower, a little darker. "Baby... what are you doing?" You smirk. "I'll pass you... the wrench," you say with a smile as you slide the cold wrench down his stomach.

His eyes slide over you, from your tightly clenched thighs to your slutty little pink dress. He has that half-dangerous smile that sends shivers down your spine. "No. You don't just do that princess." You lean forward a little, enough for him to feel your breath on his collarbone. "Would you punish me for that?"

He doesn't answer right away. His firm, blackened hands leave the tool he was holding and come to rest on your hips. You shiver when he grips them a little tighter, his fingers leaving black imprints on your beautiful dress, and you don't care.

"You know I would, darling," he finally murmurs, his deep voice slipping into your ear like a promise. His thumbs caress the line of your waist, barely trailing down to your thighs. "Then do it..." you breathe provocatively, your voice already trembling despite yourself.

His gaze grows darker, almost animalistic, but he doesn't move yet. He continues to hold your hips, his dirty hands marking your skin through the fabric, and his smile becomes slow, dangerous. "You have no idea what you're asking for, doll."

"I know what I'm asking for," you say with a small smile as you begin to rub yourself against his pants. You hear a soft groan escape his lips.

"Bad girl." He quickly slides out from under the car while holding you and stands up. "You're going to regret this, baby." He breathes against your lips and kisses you roughly, running his dirty hands over you.

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SWEET OBSESSION'S

pairing. trucker!sukuna x waitressfem!reader

summary. sukuna cannot stop fantasizing about you, the sweet waitress he frequents on his route. he’s convinced you’re too stupid to look after yourself, so he takes things into his own hands—which means showing up at your doorstep in the middle of the night with the means to fuck you.

warnings. NSFW/MDNI, DUB-CON, dead dove do not eat, stalking, perversions, corruption, obsession, sukuna is NOT a good person with very fucked up thoughts, bimbo reader, making out, dominant sukuna, sukuna has a prince albert piercing and a tattooed dick LOL, submissive reader, degradation, rough sex, size difference, running from it, marking, manhandling, cunnilingus, piv, missioniary, unprotected sex, slapping, unsolicited drugging/feeding aphrodisiacs without consent, mentions of lot lizards.

a/n. this was requested by 🚚 anon here <3 please read the warnings and enjoy! art by @/knullkhan

TRUCKER!SUKUNA took the exact same route every single week. 9 bleak hours behind the wheel, transporting goods and parts from one side of the country, to the other. And thrice a week, he would find himself at a humble little diner. Food was pretty shit, but it was better than going hungry for another 200 miles.

TRUCKER!SUKUNA is a simple man. Stack of six pancakes for a late breakfast, three sides of eggs doused in ketchup, fried hash browns, and black coffee that tasted... off. It was decent. But what kept him wasn’t the food, no. It was the doe-eyed waitress that would serve him like clockwork every time. Skimpy little skirt that showed off the curve of your ass, your tits practically hanging out from your uniform when you leaned over to take the hefty tip he’d leave.

It’s not like TRUCKER!SUKUNA had a hard time getting some. When he needed to wet his dick, he practically soaked it. But he couldn’t find himself getting as hard as he did than when you were in his proximity. Lot lizard’s couldn’t do it for him anymore, his cock flaccid when he tried to fuck literally anyone else.

TRUCKER!SUKUNA began to look forward to his unconventional brunches. No, not for the eggs or hash browns or pancakes. But for the pretty girl waiting for him. It was clear you were attracted to him at least, seeing as your pupils would dilate when he’d walk in and your gaze would fix on his rolled cuff shirt strangling his thick biceps.

TRUCKER!SUKUNA wants to fuck you. He wants to hear all the soft noises you make when his tongue flattens against your throbbing slit, how your tits will jiggle when he gropes you, how you’ll probably cry when he shoves his cock into you.

TRUCKER!SUKUNA is at risk of losing his job. His loads arrive late for drop-off and inspection, because now he lingers after your shift. He’ll sit in the driver’s seat, staring at you through the diner windows, waiting for you to clock out. And when you do, he doesn’t say anything to you, doesn’t even approach you.

No, TRUCKER!SUKUNA follows you home. You must be stupid seeing as you don’t notice the very same red truck with black detailing and flames parking down your block multiple times a week.

You need someone to look after you, TRUCKER!SUKUNA concludes. Someone to make sure you don’t fall into the wrong hands or bed, seeing as you’re too idiotic to sort this out yourself.

So, TRUCKER!SUKUNA spends the next few weeks keeping an eye on you. Making sure you get to work safely, that you receive enough of a tip to stash into your savings, to ensure you get home timely.

TRUCKER!SUKUNA has done so much for you. He scrubs the five o’clock shadow growing on his chin and jaw, certain that he’s due for a reward now. If only you’d known how he’s watched over you, you’d want to thank him, right?

Your doorbell rings in the middle of the night, stirring you from your slumber. You stumble out in a see-through tank that hugs you just right, and skimpy panties.

“Sukuna…?” you rub the sleep from your eyes, which widen when you see he’s clearly been standing in the rain for quite some time now as his pink strands have fallen over his forehead and cling to the skin, his leather jacket glistening with droplets.

TRUCKER!SUKUNAthinks you’re an angel that’s fallen from the heaven’s to bless him.

“Are you okay? I didn’t see you at the diner today,” you grab his wrist, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind you.

God, if TRUCKER!SUKUNA wanted to murder you right now, he could. Because not only have you opened the door for a stranger, you allowed him into your house.

But, no. TRUCKER!SUKUNA has other plans for you.

“Ya live alone, don’t you?”

You squint. “Yes, I do.”

TRUCKER!SUKUNA towers over you, gaze dancing across your face. He’s never realized how soft and supple your skin was. “What about your boyfriend?”

“…I don’t have a boyfriend,” you whisper, feeling your voice waver as he corners you.

Your back meets the wall, and TRUCKER!SUKUNA slams a hand down next to your head.

“You’re dim, you know that?” he reckons, the low timbre of his tone sending sparks up your spine.

“E-excuse me?” you gulp, peering into his crimson irises that have thinned into slits. You’ve never been this close to him, but you feel your stomach somersaulting at the close proximity. He smells a little like cigarettes and gasoline.

“Could have my way with you right now. Since ya let anyone into this place,” he finally breaks his gaze from yours and looks around. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“To the left.”

TRUCKER!SUKUNA smirks from ear to ear, before lifting you up and tossing you over his shoulder.

You gasp, head nearly knocking into his broad back. “Put me down!”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, bird. I’ll be nice tonight. …Maybe.”

TRUCKER!SUKUNA kicks the door to your bedroom open, tossing you onto your sheets and taking in his surroundings. You two are exact opposites—seeing the soft pastels of pink and yellow and purple decorating your space, decorated with plushies and figures.

You land on your back, blood roaring in your ears as TRUCKER!SUKUNA tugs his shirt over his head. Not only is he absolutely fucking shredded, but his skin is littered in scars and thick black ink, the tattoos only making him look all the more terrifying.

TRUCKER!SUKUNA crawls over you, slow and calculated like a predator hunting it’s prey. He slots himself between your thighs and grips your forearms just to pin them beside your head.

TRUCKER!SUKUNA kisses you. Not soft, not nice like he promised. Demanding, bruising. He’s rough as his weight settles atop you, shoving his tongue down your throat and nibbling on your lip just to hear you whimper. Teeth clashing, noses bumping, swapping saliva. He groans repeatedly, enough to tell you he’s enjoying this.

When you squirm, TRUCKER!SUKUNA presses his knee into your sex. You try to run from the mind-numbing bliss, but he doesn’t allow it. Heat settles low, your panties damp with slick and leaving a wet stain across the flimsy fabric.

You can barely breathe—chest heaving up and down, pushing against his bruising grip on your arms, but the man is a reinforced tank that refuses to budge.

When he finally pulls away, all breathless and wrecked with a flushed face and a sleazy grin, you know you’re in for a long night.

TRUCKER!SUKUNA plays with the strap of your tank, before tearing the fabric down the middle. You gasp, but he flicks a pebbled nipple with a click of his tongue. “I’ve given you enough money t’buy a millon of these, brat.”

TRUCKER!SUKUNA latches his lips onto your perky tits, leaving bruising love bites across your unmarked skin, groaning as the tent in his jeans only grows suffocating.

TRUCKER!SUKUNA wants to be gentle. But gentle isn’t what you need, no. You need a guiding hand—one that keeps you in place when you fuck up and directs you where you need it. Reprimands you, punishes you. “Don’t fight it,” he groans low and wrecked, dragging his tongue up the shell of your ear. “Let me in.”

TRUCKER!SUKUNA slots his head between your thighs, peppering soft kisses against your skin to get you to trust him. Glossy, wide eyes stare back at him. Uncertain, unsure. The first kiss he presses against your clothed clit has you bucking. “Already so wet f’me, hm?”

Your panties are torn down the middle of the gusset, and then you’re devoured like TRUCKER!SUKUNA has been starved for weeks. Suckling, nipping, biting. Spreading, teasing, lavving. You keen, tears biting your waterline as he works you open on a single digit. “S’like you’ve never been fucked… Have you? Been fucked? Can’t help but think a pretty thing like you has already been broken in… but the way you’re, fuck, squeezing n’ sucking me in… got me thinkin’ otherwise.”

TRUCKER!SUKUNA works you through an orgasm, stars blotting out behind your eyelids as his tongue flicks your hooded clit and fingers stretch you wide, nestling deep and prodding those sweet spots. You orgasm again soon after the climax. Then another. And another. You start to lose track, thighs burning and core sore.

TRUCKER!SUKUNA barely allows you to catch your breath before he’s kissing you sloppily—your juices slathered all across his lips and chin soaking into your mouth. You taste him, and you taste you. “Gonna fuck you raw now, little bird.”

TRUCKER!SUKUNA has a massive cock. After tugging his belt off, the metal clasp hitting your bedroom floor, and freeing himself from his briefs, do you feel your stomach swoon. It springs upwards with a slight curve. There’s a double band of black ink rings at the base, buried in pink pubic hair that looks rough to the touch. Bulging veins that run thick with molten lava dance across the length up to a weeping tip piercing with a horseshoe ring.

“Y-you have a-?”

“Prince Albert,” he smirks, all proud of himself as he strokes his dick. He cocks his head, muscles flexing as he watches you squirm. “You scared?”

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you shake your head timidly.

“Good. It doesn’t bite. But, I do.”

TRUCKER!SUKUNA splays his large palms on the backs of your thighs as he spreads you open, his dick rutting forward while he glides himself through your folds. He rests his dick on your abdomen, captivated in the size difference. “Gonna feel me in your lungs like this, woman. So fuckin' cute,” he teases as he runs his hands across your body.

When he’s noticed that you’ve had enough foreplay, he presses his unprotected tip against your entrance. You grip the sheets, your breath catching in your throat. When TRUCKER!SUKUNAnotices your inability to breath properly while he feeds his cock to you, his calloused palm meets your cheek, slapping some sense into you. “Not gonna fuck you if you’re passed out, brat,” he grumbles, leaning down to dig his teeth into your collarbone. “Where’s the fun in that?”

TRUCKER!SUKUNA is a rough fuck. You can barely accommodate to his girthy size, but he continues to push deeper, stretching you out until all you feel is him. His thrusts start off slow, shallow. But when he’s grown impatient, he punctuates each groan with a deep stroke. You cry out, fingernails raking crimson trails to match his eyes down his biceps and shoulder-blades. “Tryna’ milk me for everything I’ve got, woman?”

It doesn’t help that his cock is fucking you senseless, but the cold, metallic feel of his piercing swathed in precum bumping your G-spot has you convulsing and screaming out his name. His grunts, barely contained nor controlled, vibrate through your ears as he pumps in and out and in and out of your drooling hole.

You’re not sure how many times you hit your peak that night seeing as you passed out at some point and woke up to a barely legible note scribbled on a napkin from TRUCKER!SUKUNA, saying he had to get his affairs sorted.

But, you know TRUCKER!SUKUNA won’t be gone for long, at least not with the aphrodisiacs you’d been slipping into his coffee at every visit to your diner.

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sukuna using his body weight and fucking you til you pass out ˙𐃷˙

sukuna isn’t fucking you right if he doesn’t have you suspended in the air and fucking you against the wall or on your back and squishing you while he fucks both dicks inside of you. 

he likes using both because he loves hearing that gasp of disbelief when he slides them in, how fast your hands flew up to grab onto something, anything; it got him even harder. 

they couldn’t even fit all the way; the majority of it was left out because he knows you couldn’t handle it if he pushed 10 full inches deep inside of you, but he likes to imagine it.

the sounds you would make while your face is pressed against the mattress.

the little muffled sounds while you cried out for him, how tight you would be while you clenched around him, his dick so deep he can see it poking in your stomach. 

he thought after him fucking you almost every day and every night you would get used to the feeling of his body crashing down on you and you taking both of him at the same time, but you always failed.

tensing up while each dick slid inside of you and his body came down, covering every inch of you. 

“there you are. can you breathe down there?” 

laughing to himself as he does the first thrust, his ear up to your neck to hear that muffled gasp and feel your butt lift up into him. 

his dick soaked from you, he wasn’t even halfway in and he was already touching your sweet spots and feeling you drip down his shaft. 

each thrust is getting deeper and wetter.

one of his hands sliding underneath you to feel himself going in and out. his whole hand covering your stomach, his fingertips pressing in to anchor himself. 

sukuna rarely said anything when fucking you, a few snarky jokes here and there, but he really wanted you to take in the sensation; he wanted you focused on his dicks and how they were moving inside of you. 

pressing a finger right beneath your belly button to feel you squirm and squeeze even tighter, purposely putting more weight on you. 

letting his body sink into yours every time.

i have one more request to do but the jjk finale inspired me teehee