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the lamb: chapter 2
Sukuna is reincarnated into the modern world, only to realize that being a villain is actually kind of a bore. Now a teacher at Jujutsu High by pure technicality, heâs decided being a âgood guyâ is way more entertaining, mostly because it still lets him do whatever he wants while everyone thanks him for it. Unfortunately for you, that also means you get assigned to him as a specialist, since your technique is one of the very few things that can smooth out the jagged, overwhelming nature of his cursed energy after he uses it. The problem is⊠youâre absolutely terrified of him. Every second in the same room feels like your body is trying to shut down, and the idea of having to touch him to do your job makes it even worse. Sukuna, on the other hand, finds that fear hilarious and treats you like the funniest toy heâs ever been gifted.
pairing: sorcerer sukuna x sorcerer f!reader
wc: 10k
content: mdni, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers, objectification, toxic dynamics, power imbalance, manipulation, coercion, possessive sukuna, violence, murder, blood, gore, dubious consent vibes, true form sukuna, yuji's not his vessel, sukuna likes to hurt yuji (...and probably smut at some point)
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The morning light over the Tokyo Jujutsu High campus is far too bright after the night you had. You didnât sleep so much as exist, suspended in time, in your new quarters. Most of your belongings arrived late the previous evening, carried in by staff who worked quickly and kept conversation to a minimum, leaving you alone with the quiet and the steady task of putting your life back together.
You spent hours unpacking boxes, and it had nothing to do with needing your books or your favorite ceramic mug right away. It was only about repetitive motions, like folding shirts or lining everything up on shelves, to keep the visceral memory of that meeting room from swallowing you whole.Â
When you finally tried to go to bed, sleep came in restless fragments, broken by the phantom pressure of ancient cursed energy that still seemed to linger on your skin no matter how many times you scrubbed it away.
Bicep pic â jjk men đ
pairing/characters: jjk men x f!reader | gojo, nanami, yuji, megumi, toji, sukuna synopsis: how the jjk men react to you asking them for a bicep pic! cw: cussing, suggestive jokes, fluff, petnames, fratkuna not canon sukuna masterlist
fratkuna always folds for his hot, bimbo baby !
1. BIMBO DIARIES #1 : CAN A CUTE GYAL GET SOME SEX ?
itâs 9PM thursday & ryomen sukuna has his back bent over his desk & cola sticky on his lip. through his laptop screen treasurer nanami kento is there, hair a mess & glasses slipping & badly lit by the fluorescent light.
theyâre planning the budget for next fridayâs spring partyâthe invites, if gojo should be allowed near the playlist, lower entry fees so toji can actually attendâ& something else sukuna doesnât hear because you swing the door open & walk in with clicky heels & a smile sticky with gloss.
âryomen!â
your voice is a song & your eyes shine too-bright. sukunaâs eyes never leave his screen as you drop into his lap, knees bent in a kick as you hug his neck tight.
âwhat are you doing?â you hum into his cheek.
âmeeting,â he murmurs, ignoring the gloss-drenched kisses you press to his jaw. through the screen nanami is pursed lip & awkward gaze, fixing his glasses as sukuna pretends his thumbs arenât grazing circles on your hips.
art by Shufen
FROM AFAR
Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader
Content: MDNIđ, Jealous!Sukuna, Shy!Anxious!Reader, afab!reader! College au, porn w plot, implied!dubcon!possessiveness, smut, fingering, âcar sexâ, manhandling, slight corruption kink, pet names, yearner sukuna? unprofessed feelings etc.
wc . 2.9k
a/n: this was js supposed to be a short dabble but here we are :/ +++ sukuna fanart by me pls dont use w/o credit.
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Sukunaâs eyes narrowed at the sight, he was only there to drop something off for Yuuji. He had of course expected to come by you, seeing at his brother and you were pretty much attached at the hip, but not like this.
You were laughing, cheekâs flushed like you had just ran a mile. You werenât fiddling like you usually did in his presence. Your smile warm, eyes squinting shut every time a giggle escaped you. The six-foot-something man in front of you had his hand grazing your forearm whilst the both of you humored whatever it was that you found so comical.
Sukuna was seething, a slow quiet kind of irritation bubbling within him. Out of all people of course it had to be Satoru Gojo that had you so carefree. A part of him knew the bastard was just trying to get under his skin. He had been doing it all week too, speaking of you too much, befriending you a little too easily for his liking, offering to drive you places.
After all, he was the one that figured out Sukunaâs little secret, long before he himself did. And yet, despite being aware of the manâs love for playful antics, his body moved before his mind could rationalize anything, walking right up to the both of you.
melting into the kiss trend with bf!kuna đŁČ
âfuck is this about?â he asked as his gaze stayed on the screen, the camera already recording. you giggled, a sound heâd once admitted was his favorite with all its sweetness, and he sighed deeply, already accepting defeat. because who the hell did he think he was, before his sweet girl heâd certainly burn the whole world for?
âyouâll see.â you mumbled, a playful grin stretching across your face. the camera angle was already perfect, catching both his figure and every grumpy expression, but you kept checking it just to be sure.
you had stumbled across the trend while scrolling, knowing your boyfriend probably hadnât since he avoided social media like the plague, claiming that place was full of dimwits. from the moment youâve seen the trend, youâve always wanted to try it. and now, quite late to the trend, he stood there with his hands shoved into his pockets, an amused look resting on his features, about to partake in a trend he wasnât even aware of.
after checking the camera one more time, you made your way over, still giggling with a disturbingly joyous tone.
âyou sound fucking evil.â he groaned at the sight of your grin since he was already familiar with the scene, aware that you were planning something.
you stopped in front of him, your eyes were sparkling with joy and you were barely containing your laughter. he, visibly defeated, also smiled warmly, a sweet gesture he only ever showed to you. the stretch on his lips couldâve looked unfamiliar to anyone else, but to you it was known and comforting. a gesture so unlike him yet so much of him. so much of a part of him only you knew.
you gently took his arms, lifting them above his head. âthe hell?â he asked, but you simply shrugged, making sure he keeps them there. for a moment, you also enjoyed the vision, his tight tee clinging onto his huge biceps and stretching the poor fabric.
then you tangled your fingers into his short, pinkish hair, and rose onto your tiptoes to meet his lips. the moment your lips caught his, he let out a low groan, straight from his chest.
his hands dropped almost instantly. they smoothly found your hips, pulling you against him, his warmth seeping through his hands to your body.
youâd guessed he would probably lower his arms as he openly disliked listening to others, but then again he had built an habit of obeying you over the years you were together âand still, even if he did lower them, you hadnât expected it to be this quick.
âkuna you are so weak-â you barely breathed the words with a pleased laugh out before he cut you off, crashing his lips onto yours again with aggressive yet careful moves.
âbabe, let me breatheâ okay the trends over-â you tried to speak, laughing against his moist lips, as his hands wandered all over your body.
âtrend?â he muttered, merely pulling back as his lips still hovered over yours, his brows furrowing, and you laughed.
âmhmm, to see if youâd melt into the kiss. you are sooo weak baby.â he glanced at the camera, and rolled his eyes as he finally understood the situation. even so he kept his hands on yours again hips, his grip tightening just slightly.
âyeah,â he said, a wicked grin tugging at his lips, âso fucking weak.â he said, before leaning in to kiss you again, with a warm look in his eyes, an amused glint beneath his gaze.
SIDE TO SIDE!
Synopsis. How many rounds till youâre begging to tap out? WellâŠ
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, marathons, overstĂm, manhandIing, rough s, headIocks, FĂRAL JJK men, dĂșmbifĂcation, running from it, ratio technique, use of jujutsu techniques, chokĂng spĂtting, p talking, true form Sukuna, dp, Choso with pĂercings, GOJOâS POWERS, creampĂes, cĂșmplay, slight cĂșmfIation, pet names, swĂ©aring.
A/N. OvuIation startedâŠ
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - 4 rounds
It felt like itâs been decades. Eons.Â
And Tojiâs still rendering you dumb with his vulgar, sloppy strokes.
Over and over he had you riding him dry, probinâ into tight orifices so deep that it has your thighs tremoring over his muscular waist. Glued to him. Driven wild. With your spit-glossed mouth hanging agape, voice coming out in panted puffs- âP-please, oh, ngh-â
âTch, dirty girl.â Heâs snarling from underneath you, rough palm coming up flatly to cover your mouth, pushing those wads of saliva back in. He snickers as you gurgle nonsensically, âWhat? Got something to say tâme?â
You nod, âSâbeen like f-four rounds, how are you still hck! going?â Almost on cue, the red, squelching end of his shaft throbs.
âHmâŠâ Toji pretends to think, and his other hand slide-slide-slides down the front of your tummy. Pushing down just as his plump tip bullies into your tightest spotsâwhack! âBut I donât think weâve made Megumi a big brother yet, mama?â
husband!sukuna: nightmare comfort
something soft, feather-like keeps brushing against sukunaâs cheek. promptly waking up from his deep slumber sukuna patâs it to get rid off of the ticklish feeling.
only to discover, that itâs your hair. youâre squirming in his arms. noting the irregular movement sukuna cracks an eye open, observing you.
your breaths come in deep gusts, face scrunched up and lower lip trembling, it takes him a moment to gauge what is happening.
youâre having a nightmare.
soft whimpers leave your lips as you continue to squirm in his hold. sukuna feels a tight knot building, the sight of you in pain like a vice in the back of his throat.
his grip on you tightens and his other hand comes up to stroke your hair, a comforting gesture to assure you that heâs here, that you were safe.
a tear rolls down your cheek accompanied by a choked sob.
sukuna presses a tender kiss to the side of your forehead, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your waist, he whispers âwake up, will you?â heâs embarrassed by the shaky lilt in his tone.
you hastily oblige, back from the spiral down in your sub-consciousness. pupils dilated and lips parted you say your husbandâs name, your relief evident.
without giving you time to adjust, sukuna pulls you in tighter, his precious wife, why couldnât he just soak up all your pain? what was it that bothered you so to disturb you even in sleep.
he feels awkward, too big, too rough, too robotic. it is only your soft hum when being brought into his embrace that comforts him.
you completely melt, no space remaining between the two of you as you lay intertwined.
he doesnât question what your dream was about, he would listen if you wanted to tell him, but knowing his wife whoâs far too exhausted, he lulls you back to sleep, no questions asked.
the end of your world shouldnât be his fault, but it is, but it is.
at-least to him.
the lamb: chapter 1
Sukuna is reincarnated into the modern world, only to realize that being a villain is actually kind of a bore. Now a teacher at Jujutsu High by pure technicality, heâs decided being a âgood guyâ is way more entertaining, mostly because it still lets him do whatever he wants while everyone thanks him for it. Unfortunately for you, that also means you get assigned to him as a specialist, since your technique is one of the very few things that can smooth out the jagged, overwhelming nature of his cursed energy after he uses it. The problem is⊠youâre absolutely terrified of him. Every second in the same room feels like your body is trying to shut down, and the idea of having to touch him to do your job makes it even worse. Sukuna, on the other hand, finds that fear hilarious and treats you like the funniest toy heâs ever been gifted.
pairing: sorcerer sukuna x sorcerer f!reader
wc: 5.6k
content: mdni, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers, objectification, toxic dynamics, power imbalance, manipulation, coercion, possessive sukuna, violence, murder, blood, gore, dubious consent vibes, true form sukuna, yuji's not his vessel (...and probably smut at some point)
main masterlistââŠâseries masterlistââŠâao3ââŠâbanner by @graphic0rn
âCan you pass me theâno, the other file, the one with the blue tabâyeah, that one.â
You look up when you speak, before returning your gaze to the stack of documents spread across your desk.
âItâs always the blue tab,â your colleague, Haruki, mutters from across the desk, a faint smile playing on his lips as he slides the requested file over to you. âYou ever notice that?â
No-strings!Sukuna x reader
You knew exactly who he was⊠and stayed
Tw : MDNI, 18+
Part 1 Part 2
Sukuna knows he fucked up.He knows he deserves the award for The Biggest Dickhead of the Year.
You spent your birthday alone because he was too busy being a selfish prick to remember the one person whoâd been there for him for literally everything.
You were there when his mom got sick.You were there when his dad was a drunk asshole. You were there when he failed maths and thought his life was over. You were there for every birthday, every breakup, every panic attack about nothing and everything. And somewhere along the way you stopped being his best friend and becameâŠ. just a girl he fucked.
When did he stop seeing you?
When did he stop noticing you were there?
Whatâs killing him is that you just gave up on him. You didnât scream or throw shit or demand explanationsâŠhe could handle anger. You looked exhausted. Tired of him. Tired of being the person who cared more.
Fix it. He has to fix it.
But how the fuck do you fix fifteen years of friendship that you torpedoed in six months?
âŸâŸâŸ.
Heartbreak, as it turns out, is fucking exhausting.
Not in the romantic way movies portrayed it. No standing in the rain, no meaningful stares out windows while sad music played.
Just bone deep exhaustion.
Youâre extremely fucking confused when Sukuna shows up at your apartment ten days after your birthdayâŠ.. ten days of radio silence, ten days of you ugly crying into ice cream and deleting his number only to restore it from recently deleted like the pathetic creature you areâŠâŠ. with flowers and mochi. Not just any mochi. Mochi from your favourite place thatâs twenty three minutes across town in traffic. You know because youâve driven there multiple times. Usually when you were having a shit day and needed something that felt like a small extravagant fuck you to responsible adult decisions.
Heâs holding it out like a peace offering. Like itâs a white flag. Like itâs anything other than what it actually is, which is a desperately transparent attempt to buy forgiveness.
You stare at him through the crack in your door chain lock still onâŠ.. and he looks⊠bad.
You can tell he hasnât slept properly, which you know because youâve seen Sukuna on two hours of sleep after exam season in university and he still looked better than most people do on a full eight. There are actual shadows under his eyes.
And his usual expressionâŠ. that infuriating smirk that says he knows heâs hot shit and youâre probably thinking about him naked⊠is completely absent. Replaced by something that looks almost⊠nervous?
Ryomen Sukuna. Nervous. The same man who once fucked you against your kitchen counter, maintained eye contact the entire time, and then had the audacity to eat your leftovers after.
âWhat do you want?â Your voice comes out flat, which is good. Flat doesnât show that your heartâs jumping just from seeing him standing there.
âTo talk.â He lifts the mochi box slightly.âPlease.â
âSlam the door in his face.â Thatâs what your best friend would say, right?
âDonât be his friend. You know youâre gonna wake up in his bed in the morningâ At least listen to Dua Lipa. Youâre undoing all the progress youâve made.
What progress? Youâve made zero progress. Youâre a mess.
So you undo the chain and let him in, because apparently self respect is a myth and youâre living proof.
He steps inside and immediately your apartment feels smaller, which is saying something because itâs already pretty fucking small. Itâs not even that Sukunaâs particularly huge, heâs tall, yeah, but itâs more about the way he takes up space. The way heâs always had this gravitational pull that makes you orbit him whether you want to or not. Youâve been orbiting him since you were kids. Maybe thatâs the whole problem. Maybe you never learned how to exist in your own solar system.
âYou have five minutes,â you say, crossing your arms over your chest, which is definitely a defensive position but also necessary because youâre not wearing a bra and youâre not about to let him think this is that kind of visit.
âI fucked up.â The words come out so fast like heâs been practicing them.
You canât help it⊠you laugh. âOh, wow. Groundbreaking. Should we call the press? Alert the media?â
His jaw does a tiny clench that youâve seen a thousand times, usually right before he says something he knows is going to start a fight. But he doesnât. He just takes it. Absorbs your sarcasm because he deserves it.
âI know sorry doesnât fix it,â he continues, and his voice has this quality to it that youâve never heard before. Itâs rough.âI know showing up with flowers isnât enough. I knowâŠâ He stops and runs his hand through his hair and you watch it happen, watch the way his fingers drag through the pink strands and leave them sticking up at odd angles. âIâm fucking drowning without you.â
Your chest squeezes painfully. Like your heartâs being wrung out like a wet towel. You ignore it. Youâve gotten good at ignoring things. Six months of practice.
âYou forgot my birthday, Sukuna. You went on a date with someone else and then you showed up here expecting me to be available? Like Iâm some 24 hour convenience store for your dick?â The words come out quieter than you intended. Less accusatory and more⊠hurt. Which you hate. You wanted to sound angry.
âNo, IâŠâŠ.â
âDo you even know what that felt like?âThe words explode out of you and youâre not yelling, not quite, but your voice is definitely raised and you can feel the tears threatening and fuck, you donât want to cry in front of him. Not again. âWaiting all day for a text. Checking my phone every five minutes like a fucking idiot?
He looks wrecked. Absolutely fucking wrecked, and some petty part of you is glad. Wants him to hurt the way you hurt. âYouâre right. About all of it. I treated you like shit. I took you for granted because you were always there and Iâm so fucking sorry.â
âApology noted. Was that all?â you say, and youâre proud of how steady your voice is. How calm. Like youâre not actively falling apart inside.
âWhatâŠnoâŠâŠâ He runs a hand through his hair again, frustrated. âWhat do you want me to say?â
âNothing. I donât want you to say anything.â And oh, thereâs the anger. Itâs bubbling up now, hot and acidic. âI want you to leave me alone.â
âI canât do that.â
âSure you can. Itâs easy. You just walk away. Youâre good at that.â
He flinches at your words âpleaseâŠâ He pauses âThe last ten days have been hell without you. I miss you.â
âYou miss fucking me.â
âNo.â His voice comes out sharp. âI miss hearing about your day. I miss you stealing my hoodies. I miss the way you laugh at stupid shit. I miss you falling asleep on my couch during movies. I miss you.â
âDonât do thatâ You can feel tears burning behind your eyes. âDonât try toâŠ. â
âIâm in love with you.â
The words land and it feels like getting punched in the stomach and kissed at the same time. White noise fills your ears where thoughts used to be. Youâre vaguely aware that your mouth is openâŠ. definitely looking stupidâŠâŠ. but you canât seem to close it. Canât seem to do anything except stand there and replay those four words over and over
âWhat?â
âIâm in love with you.âHe steps closer and you step back. Your spine hits the kitchen counter. âIâve been in love with you for⊠I donât even know how long. Maybe always. Maybe since we were kids. I donât know. But I know that I fucked it up because I was scared and stupid anâŠ.â
No.
No, he doesn't get to do this.
He doesn't get to say the words youâve been dying to hear for monthsâŠ. not now, not after everything, not when youâve finally started to piece yourself back together.
âBullshit.â Your voice shakes. âNo feelings, no strings, remember?â
âI was wrong.â He moves closer. You let him this time, too shocked to move. âI was fucking wrong about everything.â
Tears are streaming down your face now. You don't even try to stop them.
âTen days,â he continues, voice raw. âTen days without you and Iâve been losing my fucking mind. I canât sleep. Canât eat. Canât think about anything except how badly I fucked up.â
âStop.â You are full on sobbing now âJust stop talking.â
âI love you.â He reaches for you, then drops his hand when you flinch. âIâm sorry, I know I donât deserve another chance, but Iâm begging. Please. Let me fix this.â
You stare at him through blurry vision. This is what youâve wanted, isn't it? For months, this is all youâve wanted⊠for him to choose you, to love you back.
But now that you have itâŠ
âI canâtâŠ.. after everything, I canât just jump back in like nothing happened.â You want to believe him. You wantto believe him so badly it physically hurt. Itâs like this ache in your chest that radiates outward, makes your fingers tingle and your throat tight. But youâve been hurt before. So many times before.
âIâll wait.â He says it without hesitation. âHowever long you need. Iâll wait.â
This is stupid. This is the kind of shit that happens in romance novels where the emotionally constipated man child suddenly becomes a feminist poet who understands feelings and the girl forgives him and they have passionate sex in the rain and everyone forgets that he was a dick for the first two hundred pages.
Real life doesnât work like that. Real life is messier.
You wipe your eyes and try to compose yourself. âI need you to leave,â
That hurts more than he expected. More than anything has hurt in his entire fucking life.
He nods, stepping back immediately. He makes it three steps before you stop him. âSukuna?â
He turns back
âYeah?â He looks at you with so much hope in his eyes it hurts to see.
Giving Sukuna a second chance to prove himself is like giving a gambling addict chips and expecting them not to hit the casino. Itâs like trusting a cat to guard your sandwich. Itâs doomed to fail.
But a stupid, naive part of you wants to believe that he can change. âIf you actually mean thisâŠâ You wipe your eyes. âIf youâre serious about thisâŠprove it.â
Relief crashes over his faceâŠ. Like you just told him heâs been pardoned from execution. âHow?â
âFigure it out.â
And for the first time in ten days, Sukuna feels like he can breathe.
You donât t know if this can work.
But maybe it is worth finding out.
If he proves it.
âœâœâœ.
He proves it slowly.
Not with flowers (though he sends them anyway, your favorites, every Sunday). Not with expensive gifts (though he leaves your favorite mochi on your doorstep some mornings).
And somewhere along the way, you soften.
You let him take you to dinner (not a date, you insist, even though it feels like one). You let him drive you home (you donât invite him up). You let him text you (and you text back).
Three months after that night, you let him kiss you.
Itâs different this time⊠Softer. Like he's cherishing every moment, memorizing the feel of your mouth, the taste of you, the way you sigh against his lips.
Six months later, youâre in his bed (your choice this time, youâd insisted), and heâs holding you like you might disappear if he lets go.
âI love you,â He presses a kiss to your shoulder.
You turn in his arms to face him. Your eyes are heavy with sleep, your hair a mess, and youâve never looked more beautiful. âI love you tooâ
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18+ â sukuna when he misses his girlfriend who works at the corner store !
Your boyfriend was a shameless man.
It wasnât often you were greeted after work with a kiss, or a hugâthatâs often rareâbut instead of those simple greetings, youâre instead met with a text and a little surprise that follows after that.
sukuna : câmere.
sukuna : Alleyway.
And of course you donât question it moment you head to the alleyway after work youâre greeted with a slam against the wall; âMmph- âkuna!â
Sukuna only laughs and presses his lips further against yours. âI missed you, baby.â His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine and it only made you cling onto him tighter.
âHnghâ slow down please!â
âDid you enjoy work?â He asked, slowing down a little while also slowly discarding your clothes, letting it drape down your body. And the moment you nodded; watching as Sukuna stared at you with a hungry lookâhe didnât waste a second before pressing his large body against yours.
âMissed every second of you.â He continued.
You only smile as your body starts losing control and moving on its own, slowly grinding against him which only makes him hiss like a snake. You swore you could feel him getting harder the moment you did that move.
âI⊠missed you too.â
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sukuna has a sweet tooth that only you can satisfy.Â
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the smell of sugar and spice was a recipe that filled the air of the bakery.Â
there was flour powdered all over your hands, somehow stuck to the apples of your cheeks. little tendrils of your hair falling from the cute bun youâd quickly styled before coming in at 5 am to open your store.Â
you werenât alone in the back of the bakery, ovens firing the multiple trays of cakes and muffins and pastries that you needed to fill the display case with.Â
your employee was frosting a fresh batch of lemon cakes when you hear the ring of the door bell. your first customer of the day.Â
you let her know to take over the dough when she was done frosting, wiping your hands on your little cherry apron so you looked somewhat presentable for whoeverâs just walked in.Â
itâs a guy with pink hair dressed smartly in a leather jacket. you can just faintly see the tattoos that start on his hands, the one flipping through the dessert category book, before disappearing up his sleeve.Â
âgood morning,â you greet cheerfully, a sweet smile stretched across your face.Â
itâs hardly morning. the rising sun having just made it over the horizon, splashing the bakery in tart orange and sour lemon. it filters through the french windows, mixing with the green and pink color scheme of the bakery.Â
your customer looks up. strong brows that sit atop red dark eyes. youâre momentarily in awe at the color. at the way it pairs with a lazy smirk that flashes white when he speaks.Â
âmorning,â he says, voice rough like stone.Â
you lean your palms on the counter by the register. dangling earrings that brush your shoulders, hitting the light beneath your tank top as your chest presses against your apron. thereâs flour still dusted on the sliver of skin just above the fabric.
âwhat can i get for you this early?âÂ
the customer roams his gaze from your upper body, a nearly heated trail until he meets your face.Â
âiâm looking for something sweet.âÂ
brows high, a bit surprised, you canât help but tease.Â
âyou donât strike me as a sweet tooth.â and definitely not this early.Â
he laughs, the sound gruff but somehow it makes you feel like youâd been tickled by a feather.Â
âi may have it worse than whatâs normal,â he replies. the sound of the catalog book shuts. his attention is purely on you now.Â
âi want whatever the sweetest thing you sell here. not particularly picky on flavor either.âÂ
your throat makes a little hum, delicate hands motioning to the display case.Â
âour cream puffs are pretty sugary,â you explain expertly. âstuffed with strawberry and dashed with powdered sugar.âÂ
âiâll try one,â he confirms and you hand him the little treat with the pink paper wrap.Â
his jaw clenches as he chews. muscled neck flexing with the movement of his swallow.Â
youâre used to customers trying your desserts in front of you, often giving out samples of season flavors to gauge how they would sell.Â
but his stare is set on you as he tries it and you canât tell if the flush coming from your cheeks is from that or from the fact youâve been by the ovens all morning.Â
he drags his tongue over his lips after heâs swallowed. and when he brings up his thumb to suck off the bit of powdered sugar frosting it you confirm that itâs definitely him thatâs making you feel all too warm.Â
âgood,â he praises lowly, cocks his head at you. âbut not really satisfying me.âÂ
âso sweeter,â you think outloud, bringing your gaze away from his piercing one and assessing the display.Â
âiâd suggest our glazed donuts then. itâs filled with custard and i put honey as part of the recipe.âÂ
shit. âthe secret recipe,â you whisper.Â
âi wonât tell,â he grins. then heâs pulling out a black leather wallet, flashing his credit card as he places it on the counter.Â
âiâll try one of everything. test which one indulges me best.âÂ
your eyes widened, joy filling you to the brim.Â
âof course! you can have a seat and iâll plate them up for you.âÂ
the table your customer, potentially your best customer yet, picks is by the corner. in front of the red translucent writing of the bakery name thatâs frosted on the glass. when the light hits just right it basks him in a pomegranate glazed glow.Â
âso,â you say, picking up the plate that picked clean save for some crumbs. âhow was toffee rolls?âÂ
he nods. âdelicious.âÂ
he wipes at the side of his mouth neatly with the napkin cloth and you can already hear it in his voice. the same tone heâs been having the past ten dishes he said just werenât hitting the spot.Â
âbut not the one,â you assess, free hand placed on the curve of your hip.Â
thereâs almost an apologetic crease in his brows but he looks up at you with eyes that shouldnât look so kind when theyâre stained dark red.Â
âiâm hard to satisfy, iâm afraid.âÂ
you sigh but itâs only teasing. heâs already went through all the desserts in the display case and you canât stand the thought of him leaving without a satisfied belly.Â
heâs a challenge but youâd crack him.Â
âi might have just the thing,â you reply, voice determined. âbut you would have to wait. iâd have to make it from scratch, if thatâs alright?âÂ
he nods again, leans back in the chair, getting comfortable.Â
âtake your time, doll.âÂ
doll.Â
it replays in your mind as you whisk flour and eggs, dashing salt and overloading the batter with condensed milk and honey syrups.Â
you move swiftly in the kitchen, your happy place, the place you feel most at home with its dim lightning and yummy scent.Â
pouring the mixture that borderlines on overly sweet into a pie tray before popping it in the oven to fire.Â
thereâs a flush on your cheeks as you emerge from the back, untying your apron as you make eye contact with the customer patiently waiting for your special request.Â
you feel the stare of it lingering on you as you help a couple out whoâs standing by the front register. a wedding cake, they tell you and you smile because those are your favorites.Â
at the heart of it, youâre a romantic. a girl whoâs always believed in the type of love that comes from fairytales and hoping one day it'll bleed from the books and just attack you in your real life.Â
âthank you for your help,â one of them calls as they walk out, hand in hand.Â
youâre smiling, voice bleeding with it as you say, âof course! see you in a couple days.âÂ
the tasks of wiping tables, fixing chairs, ensuring your store is in tip top shape keeps you busy. eventually you make it to the table in the corner.Â
âit shouldnât be much longer now,â you assure, rag thrown over your shoulder, hand resting on your wait. âcan i get you anything? some water?âÂ
youâre silently grateful for how patient he is. trying to focus on that and not the way his head tips up at you, hair dancing with the movement, broad shoulders shifting.Â
heâs discarded his leather jacket. now in a tight black t-shirt that perfectly accentuates his built chest, strong biceps that pop through the sleeves.Â
how could it be that someone with a sweet tooth could be so fit?Â
as if noticing the way you nearly ogle him, his voice is riddled with something cocky, nearly flirty.Â
âyou can give me your name,â he says.Â
you smile as you give it to him. a tingle crawling up your spine when he tries it out on his tongue.Â
âitâs sweet,â he responds, gaze flickering up and down your body. âalmost as sweet as you are.âÂ
now youâre really blushing. shy smile stretched across your cheeks.Â
you thank him and tell yourself youâre only curious as to what his name is because you want to keep building connections with your customers. no other reason.Â
âsukuna,â you repeat, leaning against the doorframe as the sounds of the ovens firing and the soft jazz music plays from the speakers.Â
âhmm.âÂ
itâs a deep sound in his throat, rumbling in the air.Â
âthanks for being so patient.âÂ
thereâs no hint of doubt when he says, âknow itâll be worth it.âÂ
you donât know what to say. the praise flaring your ego, altering the chemicals in your brain.Â
luckily you donât have to as the timer bell rings and snaps whatever heated moment you two were having.Â
âitâs ready.â but your voice is all wrong, breathy and somehow lodging in your tight throat like stuck butter cream.Â
âgood.âÂ
your legs are quick in taking you to the back. hands working expertly as you cool the pie on the tray, slicing a piece.Â
something in you just wants it to look perfect so you garish the plate with extra butterscotch sauce, perfectly assembling a dob of whip cream, and finishing it all with a sprinkle of caramel shards.Â
it smells delectable. a complete sugar bomb you would sure could send a diabetic into a treat induced coma.Â
some how youâre nervous when you serve the final product. fingers stressing against one another. lip pulled between your teeth waiting for sukunaâs reaction.Â
he stabs the fork into the pie and in what feels like time slowed down bring it to his tempting mouth for a taste.Â
âhow,â your lost in the way he chews gracefully, eyes never leaving yours, groan rumbling in the back of his throat.Â
you clear you throat when it gets too raspy, liking that pleasured sound more than you would care to admit.Â
âhowâs the pie?âÂ
heâs still tasting it but heâs got his lips pulled in a smirk.Â
âso good,â he finally answers.Â
you pop your lips from your teeth to smile, relieved.Â
âiâm glad!âÂ
he stabs another scoop of the pie and you donât expect him to hold out the fork in your direction.Â
âthink the little baker should give her work a try.âÂ
dangerous, you think, brain stuttering.Â
the way he says it, voice thick, words heavy, makes him sound dangerous.Â
youâre bending at the waist now, lips wrapped around the place his just were. he hones in at the conjoined place, where your pink mouth is wrapped around the metal heâs feeding you.Â
it shouldnât feel intimate. but it is.Â
especially when you make that pleasurable noise, soft and high, and he just stares as you like heâs thinking about all the ways he can pull that sound out from you again.Â
âyou werenât lying,â you say, straightening, licking a bit of the filling that stuck to the corner of your mouth.Â
âno reason to lie about talent.âÂ
there goes your heart doing that thing. maybe you have a praise kink you hadnât realized until now.Â
you shake your head at the thought. heâs your customer!
âiâll box up the rest for you then. keep that tooth satisfied,â you joke.âÂ
he chuckles, a flash of his sharp canines poking through.Â
the rest of the pie is all tied up in the shopping bag you have lying between him and you at the front counter.Â
youâre handing him his credit card hard, smiling bright as the sun when you say, âcome back anytime! iâll be sure to whip up something special for you next.âÂ
he slides the card in his wallet.Â
âyou always make specials for your customer?âÂ
âonly my favrite ones,â you flirt with a wink.Â
the words get his eyes to bright, large hands wrapped around the handle of the bag as he leaves with a knowing grin.Â
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the setting sun is your only companion as you close up the shop alone. rag wiping over the display case, music off as you replay the events of the day. your favorite customer.Â
it was definitely bold of you but you just couldn't deny whatever tension was between you and sukuna.Â
the image of him, lips seductively wrapped around your sweets. the sound of his deep groan. it plagues your indulgent mind before shattering at the sound of the bell ringing against the door.Â
âweâre closed,â you call out, not looking away from your cleaning tasks.Â
âshame,â a familiar voice says, making your head snap to the door. âthought i could get special treatment.âÂ
his leather jacket shines dangerously. built frame somehow making the empty store feel incredibly small. amusement drifts with each step that he saunters into the shop with a predatorââs level of casualness.Â
âthereâs no way you already finished all the pie.âÂ
sukuna chuckles. âi didnât,â he reassures, arms crossed over his chest, tattoos stretched across his rough skin.Â
âhad another slice and realized that wasnât what i was craving today.âÂ
you perk a brow. oh.Â
âwhat were you craving,â you ask innocently, curiously.Â
he swipes a strand of your hair, fingers brushing over the tops of your shoulders as he does so.Â
there it is again. that stare. the unexplainable heat that seems to tie like a knot between you and him.Â
âlet me show you.âÂ
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âoh my god,â you cry out.Â
the glass is cold against your flushed skin. one hand smacked against it as the other comes to thread in sukunaâs pink hair.Â
youâve got a leg wrapped around the back of his neck, the other one shaking like a leaf as it barely supports you on the ground.Â
you hadn't expected his show to include him getting on his knees right in front of you. right in the middle of the damn store.Â
you werenât exactly complaining as his long tongue traced all around your clit, pushing in and out at your dripping hole.Â
âfuck,â you whine, pushing your hips up into his greedy mouth.Â
âso sweet,â he grumbles out, strong hands digging into the flesh of your ass pulling you impossible close to his lips.Â
he pushes a thick finger inside, mouth never leaving your pussy even as he says, âbeen craving this all day.âÂ
you moan, shuddering when he curls two fingers against the spot thatâs making you see stars pop.Â
you canât help but grip him hard. but sukuna doesnât mind the pain. in fact he grins against your cunt like itâs turning him on.Â
âplease,â you gasp out, head rolling back, his fingers hitting in deep. âdonât stop.âÂ
he sucks your clit, pops off it for just a second.Â
ânot until you cum on my tongue.âÂ
shit. he sounds entirely different. darker. more menacing. like if he doesnât get what he wants heâll fuck you dumb until he gets it.Â
you clench at the thought of that. his cock piercing you. harsh voice calling you his little baker.Â
itâs messy the way he eats you like youâre the best dessert served here.Â
slick glosses against his nose, his chin. shining every time he pulls his fingers out from your greedy pussy and shoves back in.Â
you can feel your orgasm coming, filling your blood with molten lava.Â
âsukuna,â you groan, warning, eyes rolling back into your skull.Â
he likes the way you say his name, thrusting into you faster, harder.Â
âmy little baker gonna cum on my face huh?âÂ
youâre nodding dumbly. gaze meeting his starved one as he ravishes you.Â
pain blooms from where heâs gripping your ass hard enough to leave bruises. but you donât mind. the perfect recipe of pain and pleasure that has you coming all too suddenly.Â
sukunaâs teeth graze you against your sensitive flesh, tongue soothing over the ache you didnât know you had until now.Â
âoh,â you gasp when it hits you. âdonât stop. donât stop.âÂ
your pleas only urge him on, groan vibrating against your cunt.Â
he doesnât stop curling inside you. doesnât stop drinking from you like youâre the most divine thing heâs tasted all day.Â
your legs still tremble after it all. fingers softening in his hair so he can pull his head back enough from your overstimulated cunt.Â
your chest is heaving, heart pounding a mile a minute, breasts nearly spilling from your tank top.Â
his tongue swipes at the glisten stuck on his bottom lip as he stands, easing your legs down, towering over you.Â
chest pressed to yours, hands possessive on your waist, you crane your head to face him.Â
âsatisfied,â you breathe out in question.Â
something predatory lurks in his sharp smile. wicked. dangerous.Â
ânot quiet, pet.âÂ
youâre spun in an instant, hands clutching the glass display, ass pressed against where heâs rock hard against you.Â
you bite your lip, fear mixing with your excitement as the promise thatâs wedged against you.Â
your favorite customer really was hard to satisfy.Â
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small thing I'd like to add here is that there is no bad fic as long as it's done with love <3
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Whatâs better than sex? Screaming out the lyrics of your favourite song without a care in the worldâŠđ
You know what? That's gotta be top five for sure. What's your favourite song, sweetheart?
Ya know what? In celebration of his new movie, Iâm gonna say âBeat Itâ by Michael Jacksonđ