rafayel/caleb: you are PROTECTED and WATCHED. they get along annoyingly well and end up telling each other all their secrets, even the ones kept from you. they decide working together fully is in your best interest. feed into each other's yandere tendencies. lots of ribbons and blindfolds and manhandling when they fuck you. their shared cute aggression and inability to say no to you is your greatest weapon.
zayne/sylus: daddy duo. zayne is the strict one. you go to sylus when you want to go behind zayne's back to get your way. sometimes sylus betrays you and ties you to the bed posts and leaves you for zayne to find when he gets home. they both call you sweet girl, and when you are in public, they both have a hand on you somewhere at all times.
rafayel/zayne: work really well together when shit gets serious. teacher/student roleplay, often. they have very different worldviews and you are always trying to prompt philosophical discussions between them for your own entertainment. also work together well at night. rafayel holds you against his chest, entirely restrained, while zayne punishes you with his cock. very gentle thorough aftercare.
rafayel/sylus: they nearly kill each other a few times at the start. they are apparently accidents, but you have your doubts. especially when sylus calls raf kitten one day and gets a dagger in his shoulder as a consequence. they take you on exotic trips very often. you get fucked in each place. they keep track of these places on a map and challenge each other in various games to decide who gets to choose the next place to take you. they both love dressing you up all pretty, often in pink.
xavier/caleb: always competing for your attention. snarky. passive-aggressive jealous bickering. lock in together when you need protecting. no hand raised against you lives. every time caleb feeds you a perfectly cooked meal, xavier fucks you for desert to make sure he's keeping the balance. caleb banned him from the kitchen for your safety. xavier makes you call him gege sometimes just to piss him off.
xavier/zayne: you catch them in discussions sometimes that make your head spin. they respect each other a lot. zayne has an accident with his evol one night and needs distance from you, escaping out into the cold night. but before he can spiral into self-loathing, xavier follows him out and talks him out of it. he tells him he's the only one in the universe he trusts with your life.
rafayel/xavier: pure joy and fun with a side of murder. they don't get along at first. xavier doesn't like how involved you are with rafayel's revenge/rescue missions. but after insisting on coming along, he quickly gets on side. ends up completely dedicated to the cause, especially when he sees how it upsets you. you find them napping together sometimes, and rafayel calls xavier old and out of touch when he doesn't understand his art. you have baths together nearly every day, and at night they grab at you and tug you between them like two only children who've never had to share their favourite toy.
xavier/sylus: sylus scares children off as he stands at your side and xavier smiles from your other side and tells them he's not nearly as scary as he looks. sylus stirs up xavier's jealous tendencies on purpose just to fuck with him, and because he knows you like it. he'll sit you on his cock and ask who fills you better or challenge xavier to try and take what belongs to him. respect each other but bicker like they hate each other.
zayne/caleb: serious plotting and scheming. have the potential to take over planet earth. EVER is rubble in 4 business days. no matter how much you want to see them fight, they keep it out of your sight, even when you tease and incite jealousy as best you can. sometimes when you've been more trouble than usual, they punish you together for being a bad girl.
sylus/caleb: the most pampered spoiled princess known to mankind. wants for nothing. sleeps in between them every night and when one of them is gone the other cockwarms you to soothe you. potential for absolute evil to manifest between them as they feed into each other's all-consuming obsession and desire for you. have the potential to work together to destroy all life in the universe if it would make you just a little bit happier.
Thinking about how Rafayel is probably her dream come true.
Because sure. He's annoying. And whiny. And overdramatic. Yet, he's also WANTING to be protected. Even if he doesn't nessicarilly need it.
But... just how many times has she wanted to protect Caleb? How many times has she wished to keep Xavier safe on a mission, or take care of Zayne, or help watch Sylus' back?
And it's a fuss. Everytime. Them reassuring her they're fine. That they're more worried about keeping her safe. Even though she's fine and they're the ones scuffed up.
It's an ordeal. A game of back and forth that she can never actually win. And she just... doesn't get it. She's strong. She's trained for this. Why does no one... trust her to watch them?
Then he's there. Voice playful as they walk down the shore. He's going on and on, and her watch beeps, and he's behind her. Watching her back. Yes, but...
"Cutie its there! Get it!!"
And she does. He helps a bit, but its mostly her doing the fighting. Afterwards, he checks if she's okay, and when she asks him the same, he nods. "Yeah. All thanks to you." He smiles.
Thinking about how... giddy, she must be after every encounter with danger with Rafayel. How, finally, finally someone trusts her enough to not completely baby her. And how that alone is probably worth more than anything he's paying her.
men who pull your pretty tights down before he fucks you, fingers gentle, his touch on your flesh soft as he hums, as he squeezes and spreads your thighs apart for him
vs
men who rip your tights apart, nefarious smile plastered on his face as you whine that these are your pretty tights â but that whine melts into a moan as he bullies the tip of his cock into your pussy
vs
men who love how you look in tights, who canât even take them off of you because heâs too busy gripping your hips and moving you back and forth on his hard, clothed cock. he ends up coming in his pants, you end up with a wet spot on your tights
â¶ïžïž First Time? (starring . virgin!fratkuna)
synopsis . When you get paired with your campus fratâs resident asshole, Sukuna, for a project, the last thing you expect to learn about him is that heâs a damn virgin! Nor did you expect to be the one to change that.
content . afab!reader, virginity loss, oral sex (m!receiving), premature ejac, non-curse college au, dirty talk, pet names, degrading, porn with a lil plot, teasing, taunting, filth, nipple play (m!receiving), pussy slapping, creampie, confessions, cum eating/making him taste himself, piercings, readerâs pretty blunt, somewhat of a size kink, Sukunaâs kinda soft here and there, slightly dom!reader, etc.
word count . 10.5k | authorâs note: this is a combined repost from kamitv! i want all my works on one account so if this looks familiar, thatâs why. banner art by Rororogi Mogera.
Who wouldâve thought?
Of all people, Sukuna, a virgin? It just didnât make sense.
He was this stand-offish asshole who most people respected out of pure fear. He'd claim not to "do parties" and yet you could always find him at one. Heâd always have some chick on his arm or even in his lap so, in what world would anyone with a brain assume heâs actually never been inside a woman before?
And to make his lack of game all the more unbelievable, heâs even rumored to have a big dickâitâs like some well-known campus fact about the guy! Cosigned by his closet frat brothers, too.
So, again, what reason would anyone have to think the guy was a virgin?
Certainly not you, of course. And you donât expect to be the only person to find out such information either.
The way you find out is probably even more bizarre than the fact itself. You and him had little to no reason to ever interact with each other. You werenât some shy nerd who holed herself up in her room all day or anything, but you werenât much of the party type other.
You were stuck somewhere in the middle of all that, vicariously living through some of your friends who had better things going for them.
As such, there was no real reason for you and Sukuna to cross paths. He never even had a reason to acknowledge your existence until the two of you are paired up together for a project in the one class you happen to take together.
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The background noise is the chatter of your fellow classmates and their own project partners, you find your partner grumbling out a low, âWhat?â In response to your last statement, having hardly heard a thing you said.
âI said,â You huff, sitting beside the man in question as today marks week two of you being paired up with him for this semesterâs project, âWe should be meeting up outside of class too. We could get this knocked out in like a day if you just-â
âOh that,â Sukuna cuts off casually. Seated all slouched back in his seat, his legs sprawled out in that signature manspread of hisâhe rolls his eyes at your little reminder, âYou said somethinâ about that last week.â
You speak through slightly gritted teeth, fighting the headache heâs about to give you from this conversation alone, âAll the more reason for you to take it into consideration. The faster we get this done, the less we have to deal with each other.â
As you say that, you glance at him only to find his eyes directly on yours already. Heâs got such lazy posture, his head tilted slightly whilst he gazes at you so intently, and his big muscular arms folded across his chest. Even wearing a black hoodie and gray sweats, he still looks as attractive as everâmean low-lidded crimson eyes locked on yours, tattooed face so beautifully defined, and rosy lips pulled into such an uninterested little frown.
Up until your words hit his ears properly, âThe less we have to deal with each other, huh?â Sukuna repeats, narrowing his eyes even further at you, âYou barely even know me and yet you want nothing to do with me already.â
âI know enough about you, Sukuna,â You say with a sigh, âAnd you hardly contribute to this project as is. Which only proves that everything they say about you is probably true.â
He arches a brow, his interest piquing, âAnd what exactly do people say about me?â
You let off a light scoff, âDonât act like you donât know.â
âBut I donât know,â Sukuna tells you honestly, maroon eyes boring into yours.
You stare for a moment as you try to decipher whether or not heâs being honest right now. How does he not know what people say about him? Everyone talks about his brooding personality very openly.
âThey say youâre an ass,â You eventually say to the man.
To which his lips twitch into a slight smirk, âAnd you believe that?â
âSeeing as Iâve asked you toâat the very leastâtype your name on this document and you havenât even done that yet,â You scoff, âYes.â
The two of you mildly glare at one another for a moment before Sukuna leans up in his seat. Breaking eye contact for just a moment to look at his laptop, he swiftly moves to open up that shared document of yours and types his name out with a heavy sigh.
After which, heâs slouching back again and looking at you, âDonât believe everything people tell you, woman.â
You roll your eyes at him, âWhat? Are you not fond of rumors? That still doesnât negate the fact that youâre an assho-â
âWhen do you want to meet up?â Sukuna grumbles out almost reluctantly, watching the way you pause and swallow thickly as he catches you off-guard.
Heâs almost even intrigued by how quickly you bounce back, despite being caught by surprise, âFriday. Are you free?â
âUnfortunately,â He grumps.
You give him a little shrug, âGood. Iâll see you then.â
And that was it. That was how each and every interaction with you and Sukuna went. Bickering back and forth about him not doing shit to help you with something thatâll affect your grade majorly, criticizing you about being too focused and needing to relax every now and then, and even calling you a stuck-up little brat one timeâit was safe to say, you and Sukuna didnât get along too well.
Not that you minded anyway. He wasnât your first partner to care little about their grade so, you knew how to deal with these kinds of people by now. Typically, you indulge yourself in their craving to ârelaxâ just once and then they promise to start helping. Youâve gone down that path before and itâs worked for you just fine so you assume things will go the same way with Sukuna.
Plus, you guess you can give him a slight pass for his asshole attitude, at least he has a pretty face to look at. Black ink always decorating his awfully smooth skin, deep dark yet beautiful ruby-shaded eyes boring into whatever it is his focus on, and broad shoulders looming over your smaller figure every time he stands in front of youâyou can't help but feel both attracted and intimidated by the man.
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Which is exactly why when you open your apartment door for the scheduled meetup that Friday to crane your head up at him, youâre swallowing thickly to settle your nerves. Youâve never been alone with the man so of course youâre a bit nervous.
Especially with the way he gazes down at you like thatâs exactly where you belong: beneath him. His eyes are filled to the brim with intensity and yet heâs only just set them on you. Wearing a noticeable black compression shirt and those signature gray sweats of his, he almost appears as though heâd just come from the gym.
And just as you take in his appearance, he very openly takes in yoursâhis eyes raking over your body and taking in every single inch of you. After all, just as it was your first time alone with him, it was his first time seeing you dress so comfortably. He doesnât even try to hide the way he stares at your tits peeking out from the rather thin spaghetti-strap top you were wearing, his eyes soon trailing down slowly to those tauntingly short shorts you had on.
âSo,â Sukuna swipes his tongue over his lips and cocks his head to the side, hands stuffed in his pockets and eyes yet to lift from your legs, âAre you gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna let me in?â
You blink out of whatever little daze you were in, having found yourself gazing at his chest far longer than you meant to. It was right in front of your face after all, how could you look anywhere else? And his shirt was so damn tight, the fabric hugging his well-toned body perfectly, so much so that you swore you could make out piercings on his-
Sukuna leans forward suddenly, his face nearing yours to gain your full attention, âIf you keep staring at me like that, Iâm gonna assume you invited me over for something else-â
âSorry,â You chirp out as you clear your throat and awkwardly step back a bit to let him in, âYou can come in.â
Nodding, Sukuna slips by you and you shut your apartment door behind him. Then, youâre quick to lead him over to your living room where youâd previously been working on your project.
The two of you are hasty to take a seat on your couch, both of you only a few inches apart from one another whilst you lean toward your coffee table and log into your already open laptop. Sukunaâs eyes are all over you as always, studying your side profile, your intent focus on the screen in front of you, and even the way you-
âDid you even bring anything?â You suddenly ask before you glance at the man.
Sukuna quickly meets your gaze, ripping his eyes off of wherever theyâd been previously, âWas I supposed to?â
âSukuna,â You sigh out, âPlease tell me youâre joking right now.â
He swallows at the mere sound of his name rolling off your tongue in that scolding tone of yoursâhe's heard such a tone from you time and time again and yet, for whatever reason, it never seems to annoy him.
âIâm not.â He says plainly.
âHow are we supposed to work on this if you-,â You cut yourself off and decide not to even attempt arguing with him. Arguing wonât change the fact that he showed up with nothing. âJust uhm,â You glance elsewhere for a second before an idea comes to mind and you place your laptop down and stand up, âStay here.â
Sukuna doesnât say anything. He merely watches as you huff and walk off, swiftly exiting the living room and disappearing down a nearby hall. He swears he finds himself looking at you a bit more than intended. Especially as you walked off, his eyes dropping to your ass and those damn shorts of yours.
Even when youâre out of his sight, he still finds himself staring in the direction of which you went, almost unable to look away for whatever strange reason.
That lasts for a few minutes until he snaps out of it and leans back against the couch, tossing his head back and letting out a long sigh. You soon return to find him with an arm stretched along the back of the couch, his legs spread as usual, and his eyes up on the ceiling.
He doesnât even notice youâve returned until he feels something placed in his lap. Looking down, Sukuna finds your laptop kindly set on top of him. To which his brows furrowed in confusion and he looked at you to see you sitting on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table with a paper and pencil in front of you.
âWhatâs this?â Sukuna scoffs.
You donât even spare him a glance as you begin writing something down, âHow weâll get things done.â He opens his mouth to say something but then youâre looking back at him with a glare, âI already organized the parts of this project that you have to do so, since itâs on my computer, you can work on that and Iâll work with what I remember.â
You wholeheartedly expected him to find something about this to disagree with you on but, to your surprise, he simply nods and redirects his focus to your laptop immediately.
And then, the two of you work exactly like that for the remainder of that little study session.
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Sukunaâs not terrible to work with when itâs just you and him. If anything, heâs rather cooperative and a lot smarter than he leads on.
Which is why a solid two hours of productivity flies by surprisingly smoothly with him. If you asked him a question, he answered. Told him to do something, heâd say something snarky, and then do whatever it is youâve instructed anyway.
It all went so perfectly up until he let out a really heavy sigh, âAlright, Iâve had enough for this.â Sukuna says casually.
Heâs been repeating a similar phrase every thirty minutes or so but he usually gets right back to work after getting ignored by you. This time though, you get the feeling heâs serious when he pushes your laptop off of his lap and places it forward on the coffee table.
Itâs then that you frown, âOh câmon, we were getting so much done,â You comment as you glance back to him.
He shrugs, âI canât keep looking at that damn screen, itâs giving me a headache.â
âOf course it is,â You utter sarcastically, rolling your eyes whilst you place your pencil down and throw your arms up to stretch, âFine then, we can take a break.â
Sukunaâs brows lift in surprise. He didnât expect you to listen to him, âGood.â He hums, âI was getting bored as well.â
You scoff, âWere you?â
âYeah, can we do something else?â He asks.
Turning around, you rotate the way youâre sitting so that youâre facing him and your back is resting against your coffee table. âLike what?â You muse, meeting his low-lidded gaze.
âTalk,â Sukuna says.
Thatâs it? He wanted a break to talk to you? Your eyes are narrowing at him before you even realize, âTalk?â You repeat with a scoff, âSeriously?â
He nods, âMhm.â
âWhat do you wanna talk about, Sukuna?â As you ask him that, you watch the way his eyes casually slide down to your lips.
Does he mean to be this indiscreet with his looks? Or is he eyeing you down like that on purpose?
The man shrugs, âAnything outside of fuckinâ school.â
You laugh at that, âOkay, I can work with that.â
He tilts his head at you and licks his lips, âYeah?â Something about your little laugh threw him off.
âMhm,â You hum as you look down at your hand, fiddling with your nails a bit, âThe rumors⊠are they true?â
Thrown off yet again, Sukunaâs brows pinch together. âRumors?â He echoes in a genuinely confused tone, âWhat rumors, woman?â
The sound of your scoff makes him stiffen in his seat. Almost in an instant, the atmosphere had changed suddenly. âCâmon, donât play dumb,â You tease, lifting your gaze to him again, âThe rumors about you.â
He gives you a perplexed look and itâs almost as though you could see the gears in his head turning. âIf you know something, say it.â He demands.
You sigh, âSukuna, do you seriously hear nothing people say about you?â
Sukuna shrugs, âI donât care enough to remember. So what is it? What rumor?â
Youâre just curious. You swear thatâs all it was. And, naturally, since he seemed to have warmed up to youâof course you wanted to know if that rumor about his dick was true. Youâre both adults and itâs just a silly question. Plus, with the way heâs been looking at you all afternoon, youâre sure he wonât mind answering you with a simple yes or no.
Glancing to the side, your shoulders lift a bit, âItâs uh, rather intimate.â You hush out.
Sukuna narrows his eyes at you, âIntimate?? An intimate rumor about me?â
His emphasis on himself makes your eyes flick back over to him. âYeah, are you sure you donât know what they say about you??â You ask again.
âPositive. Now speak, what is it they say?â Sukuna huffs impatiently, even more curious about this little rumor after the mention of it being intimate. After all, heâs never-
âPeople say you have a big dick,â You utter way too casually.
So nonchalantly that it makes him choke, a choke you donât mess with the way he clears his throat and sits up a little. âWhat?â He rasps out.
You bat those stupidly false innocent eyes at him, âI didnât stutter,â Your tone dips into something different and he catches every bit of it, âPeople say you have a big dick, is it true?â
Sukuna clears his throat and for the first time, he glances away from you. Then, he opens and closes his mouth, contemplating his next words carefully before they soon fall from his lips, âYou wanna find out?â
His offer spurs a shift in your seat from you as you scoot closer to him ever so slightly, âYou wanna show me?â You ask boldly, your tone direct, and not even a flicker of hesitation present.
âDo I want to-,â Sukuna pauses, his eyes scanning the entirety of your seated frame as you inch closer to him, âWhat?â He huffs, swallowing thickly.
You move to stand on your knees and lean forward to the couch, soon propping your chin up on your palm as you look at him, âShow me,â You chuckle, âI asked if you wanted to show me, Sukuna.â
He blinks, âShow you my cock?â
You shrug, âYeah.â
The air is so thick right now, Sukunaâs not sure how exactly he can play this off without making a fool of himself. He gulps yet again, only to watch as your eyes start to drop down along his body.
âStop,â He rushes out, âKeep your eyes up here. On mine,â He commands in a low tone, earning your gaze once more.
And then itâs quiet for a moment. Heâs staring at you and youâre obediently keeping your eyes up on his. Sukuna hates it but he doesnât know what to say or do from here. The last thing he wanted was for you to find out his little secret.
Itâs like he was waiting for a fucking pin to drop, something to break the silence. Yet, his mind was going blank and words were failing him at the moment. Heâs flirted with women before, plenty of times actually, effortlessly evenâbut for whatever reason, as you sit there with those stupidly pretty eyes staring at him, his mind simply flakes on him.
Heâs like that for a minute longer until you move. So subtly too, sliding a hand to his thigh, leaning forward slightly, batting your lashes at him, âSukuna?â You whisper.
His hips are rolling upward slightly at the sound of his name alone. âW-What?â He stammers, mentally cursing himself a thousand times over.
âIf you donât wanna show me you can jusâ say no,â You hum, smiling a bit, âYâknow that, right?â
He scoffs, âOf course I know that, woman.â
âIf you know that thenâŠâ Your fingers lightly squeeze his thigh and you tilt your head, âAre you gonna tell me or show me whether or not those rumors are true?â
Something simply clicks inside Sukunaâs head. Rose-tinted lips cracking into a smirk, the man spreads his legs further and slouches back into the couch, âFind out for yourself since youâre so curious.â
Your eyes go wide, âWhat?â
Sukuna scoffs lightly, moving one of his arms from the back of the couch and placing his hand over his crotch. Of course, your gaze sinks down to his veiny hand, watching as he palms a stupidly large bulge in his sweats.
Your breath hitches a bit, âI-â
You donât even get the chance to get it out before heâs cutting you off, âCâmere,â Sukuna hums in that low voice of his.
âWhat?â You whisper.
You and him make eye contact again and he nods his chin toward the space in between his legs. Nothing can really explain why you follow his gesture and quickly find yourself sitting in between his legs, taking a deep breath as you settle your hands on his thighs.
Sliding your touch up and up and up until your fingers graze his hand. The same hand that was resting on top of that aching bulge of his.
Sukuna slowly lifts his hand up and away, relaxing his arm on the back of the couch again as he stares down at you. Cocking his head to the side, âWell? Feel it.â He huffs.
You donât even hesitate. Trailing your fingers upward carefully until you feel the outline of his cock beneath your fingertips, gulping as you drag your hand up to cup his length in your hand firmly, and smirking at the way his cock twitches furiously beneath your small touch.
Sukunaâs mouth falls open for a second but youâre too engrossed in feeling him to notice. He lets out a shuddered breath as he watches the way you grope his steadily growing erection. His head even tosses back and his fingers dig into the couch for a moment.
âIt is big,â You whisper to yourself, your words only making him twitch more within your hand.
âFuck,â Sukuna grits out lowly, hips unconsciously lifting to press himself further against you.
His curse earns your attention. You quickly glance up to him and see the way heâs got his head tossed back, Adam's apple bobbing with every heavy gulp he takes, and his chest rising and falling rather quickly.
You lift your hand carefully and decide to test something out. Slowly, you lean forward and just barely press your lips against his clothed cock.
Sukunaâs whole body reacts. He gasps louder than he means to and heâs weaving his fingers through your hair faster than he realizes, palming your scalp as he quickly looks down at you. âT-The fuck are you doing? Huh?â He huffs while gripping onto your hair.
You lift your head a bit but he keeps you in place, despite his question to you. âI justâŠâ Youâre not exactly sure you can explain yourself.
And by this point, Sukuna doesnât think he cares enough to hear an excuse from you, ââŠYou what? You wanna see it?â
All you can do is give him a little nod before he moves his free hand to the drawstring of his sweatpants. Then you're quick to help him tug them down until his boxers are revealed to youâa noticeable dampness in the fabric right where his leaking tip is. Was that because of you?
Before you can dawn on your own questions, Sukunaâs moving to tug his cock out. And fuck is he even bigger revealed before your eyes. With an upward curve, such an angry flushed tip, precum dripping from the slit of his fat cockhead, veins decorating his shaft and-
Shit, you were drooling. Howâd you get like this again?? Ah, who cares.
âSukuna,â You breathe out, ripping your eyes away from his cock just to look up at him.
He was almost panting, dark maroon eyes pouring down into yours, face flushed with different shades of red and pink, his lips parted softlyâhell, he looked like he was in heat or something.
Gulping before he answers you, Sukuna clears his throat and his voice is already husky, âWhat?â
You shift against the floor, your hands relaxing against his large thighs, âCan I-â
âYeah,â He cuts off. Lord knows if you got that question out he was going to lose his damn mind.
You raise a brow and lean forward, keeping your eyes on his while your lips near his tip, âYeah?â
The last thing you get from him is a nod before youâre parting your lips. And from that moment forward, it all goes downhill. Everything from the way youâre sitting in between his legs to that initial connection of your plush lips against his drooling cock had Sukunaâs mind spinning.
Heâs never been sucked off before. Hell, the farthest heâs gone as far as sexual activities are concerned is a little bit of dry humping. But this? Oh hell, this was his first time and he had zero idea how he was going to keep that information away from you.
Especially when he feels your tongue slip from between your lips and swirl around the head of his cock, kittenly lapping up that slim layer of precum sitting so prettily on his tip.
âOh f-fuuck,â Sukuna groans huskily, the hand on your head gripping tighter.
You pull away from him slightly just to take in his expression and the way he tosses his head back. It was almost cute to you. The last thing you expected was for him to be so damn sensitive, you hardly did anything.
His sensitivity only worsens as you finally start wrapping your lips around his cock, feeling him throb when you sink your mouth down on him. Sukunaâs jaw goes slack and his brows twist up. He tries his best to hold it in but he canât help but moan at the way you leisurely suck on half of his lengthy cock.
Your saliva wets up the rest of his shaft and you make up for what your mouth hasnât reached yet with your hand, stroking him lightly whilst you take the rest of his girth in and out of your mouth. Rolling your tongue around him, pulling off just to messily spit and kiss on his blushing tip, and slobbering all over himâSukuna almost fucking kicked something with how good your mouth felt around him.
Heâs used his hand and other shit before but holy fuck, nothing, and he means nothing compares to that damn mouth of yours. The way you look with his cock stuffed right in between those lips heâs been staring at for God knows how longâyour lips all slick with spit, eyes rolling back the deeper you take him, and tongue sticking out every time you pull your mouth off of him.
You soon slip your mouth off of him and start jerking him off, focusing your tongue on his tip and slithering the wet muscle in between the slit of his cock, lathering your tongue up with his glistening precum.
The sound of Sukuna groaning makes you look up at him, finding his eyes on yours again. Heâs panting, trying his best to look like this wasnât phasing him but failing in every way with how flushed his face was.
Your tongue sticks out and your hand continues to slide up and down his cock as you tap his tip on your tongue, making his brows twist up.
He bites back a throaty sound, âHah⊠damn brat,â Sukuna huffs out as if to⊠degrade you?
You almost find it cute how clearly inexperienced he is, spitting a fat wad of spit onto his pretty wet tip and then smiling at him, âSukuna,â You coo, your hand gripping his shaft tighter, âIs this your first time?â
He instantly looks off to the side, the veins in his neck and along his jawline tensing as he grits his teeth. Since he decides to ignore your little question, you take it a step further and slide your hand down his cock, gripping his thick base firmly before taking him into your heavenly warm mouth again.
His expression breaks completely, âOh shit,â Sukuna moans, his hips bucking up into your mouth as you slide him deeper into your mouth than you did before.
Then his hand is pushing your head down further on instinct and heâs subtly rutting his hips up. You lift your head up despite his constant pushing, soon causing your head to bob up and down whilst you suck him off skillfully.
âJusâ like that,â Sukuna suddenly groans and you moan around his cock in reaction. To which he keeps giving your mouth mindless little thrusts, âDonât s-, agh, stop.â
Sucking him deeper and deeper before you move your hand completely, you suck in a deep breath of air through your nose, open up the very back of your throat, and sink all the way down, your lips meeting his pelvis as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Sukuna kicks something. Probably your coffee table with the way one of his legs extends out so suddenly, a choked-out groan ripped from his throat as your little move was all it took for him to cum. And itâs so much too, hot thick ropes of cum spurting down your throat, his hand holding onto your head for dear life whilst a moan of your name rolls off his tongue.
Youâre still sucking too, pulling up only to swallow what heâs gifted you and then stick your tongue out. Laying it flat against his tip, you leisurely lick at him as if to beg for more and now the manâs pushing your head away for the first time.
When you lift your eyes up to him again, you notice heâs got his tattooed arm over his mouth and his lashes are batting softly at you. For such a big man, he was so ridiculously cute right now. Panting, sweating, cursing under his breath as if you couldnât hear him.
âYeah,â Sukuna utters suddenly, clearing his throat, âThat was⊠my first⊠time. I uh-â
âDo you want more?â Is the last thing you asked him before you were sitting back on your heels and he was stumbling to his feet.
You had to guide him through it of course but, Sukuna doesnât hesitate to stuff your face full of his cock again. You take him so kindly too, obediently sitting there with your hands gripping his thighs for support with every careful thrust of his hips.
He was trying to be gentle with you at first. Partially because he didnât know what the hell he was doing, and also because he just loved the initial entry into your mouth. Over and over, Sukuna slid his dick in and out of your mouth like he was possessed, addicted to the feeling of you greedily sucking on him.
He was still sensitive from his first orgasm but his cock had yet to go downâtwitching inside that sloppy mouth of yours, aching against your tongue, and dripping into the depths of your throat. Sukuna wasnât much of a talker but he damn sure let out a plethora of grunts and groans.
They were so husk too, coming from deep within his chest, some getting caught in his throat when he felt your tongue flick against a specific vein on the underside of his cock. His fat tip knocked into the back of your throat with a single heavy thrust before his hands were latching onto the sides of your head.
Again, heâs not much of a talker but, something seems to come over him all at once because soon heâs got his gaze locked down on the messy sight of you and heâs huffing out words before he realizes. âEyes up here, câmon, hah⊠look at me,â Sukuna grunts.
Your eyes are completely glossed over as they flutter up to him. A moan vibrates against his skin as you make such intimate eye contact with the man, feeling his hips pick up.
Sukuna nods, âGood girl,â He praises in a low purr, and fuck does that do wonders for you because your legs are squeezing together more than they were before and youâre whining against him. âFuck, yâlike that?â He huffs, earning a sloppy lilâ nod from you.
He then feels you hum, âM-Mhm.â And heâs got chills slipping up his spine in pleasure.
Cracking a lazy, lopsided, and almost fucked-out little smirk, Sukuna scoffs, âYeah? Fuck, behind all those g-glares ând-, agh, scolding me⊠this is all you wanted, hm? A throat full of cock?â
His words had you whining again, fluttering your lashes at him as your fingertips dug into his thighs a little. Sukuna eases his hips back slowly, tipping his head to the side as he gently caresses the side of your face with his thumb.
âMessy girl,â He hums deeply, biting his lower lip at the way youâre just drooling for more and more as he pulls himself out of your mouth completely. âJusâ look at this face,â Sukuna chuckles, âYâlook like a slut cryinâ like thatâitâs cute.â
Blinking, you hadnât even realized you had a tear or two sliding down your face. Your mouth remains open for a second before he moves to rub his tip against your plump lips, smearing your spit and his cum all over the damn place with a little grin on his face.
ââKunaâŠâ You whisper, earning a quirk of his brow, âI canât believe youâre a virg-â
âDonât finish that sentence,â He grunts, moving a thumb to your chin to widen how open your mouth is for him, âJusâ⊠keep sittinâ there lookinâ pretty fâme,â Sukuna says.
You roll your eyes at him and all he can do is smile, pushing his hips forward again and easing his cock in between your lips. He slides in slowly until you can feel him pressing right against the back of your throat. To which he keeps himself there for a second, testing that gag reflex of yours and watching your eyes water.
Moving his hand back to the top of your head, he buries his fingers in your hair, âSo fuckinâ sexy like this,â Sukuna compliments, feeling you moan in response, âMâgonna cum again, stay j-just like that,â He breathes out heavily, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull before heâs throwing his head back.
And as if to coax his orgasm out, you carefully move a hand to cup his balls, sucking on his cock as best as you can and earning an accidental sound from his throat. The second your palm is felt against him, the moment he feels your tongue slicking against him, Sukuna whines.
Then his thighs are tensing and heâs groaning loudly as if to cover up the sound that just left his lips, filling your throat with his seed and then tugging your mouth off of him with a quick pull of your head. Youâre quick to swallow for yet a second time, letting out a needed cough after the fact while he stumbles back just a bit, his calves hitting the couch.
âWhore,â Sukuna growls.
You clear your throat and send a smile his way, âNot my fault you cum easy.â
Sukunaâs slow to sit back down on the couch to catch his breath, âTell anyone about this and Iâll-â
âOh,â You suddenly purr, cutting him off as you lift yourself up from the ground. He watches with slightly widened eyes as you move to straddle him, âDonât tell me you thought we were done?â
Heâs at a loss for words all over again, his confidence suddenly getting caught in his throat and flying out the window. Your hands slip to his broad shoulders and you lean forward a little.
Sukunaâs hands shakily find their way to your waist as he stares up at you, âYou want more?â
You smirk, tilting your head at the dumbfounded male, âDonât you?â You ask in a sultry little whisper, making his sensitive cock twitch once more. âAt the very leastâŠâ Your lips slowly near his and heâs losing his breath, âTaste yourself, Sukuna.â
And then your lips are on his and heâs taking your tongue into his mouth. His grip on your waist tightens before he pulls you flush against him, feeling your crotch press right against his cock thatâs steadily twitching back to life.
The two of you share a heated and messy kiss, your hips carefully swaying against him to encourage his returning arousal. You canât really use curiosity as an excuse anymore, can you?
Well, you can. And you do with the way your hands slide down to his chest, your fingers slipping over his nipples to find exactly what youâd been curious about. You flick your fingers over his piercing there and Sukuna lets out a low hiss, prying his lips from yours and sending you a glare.
Not only did that little move of yours make his cock spring up completely but, you also notice the frown on his face.
Smiling at him, âSukunaâŠâ
âDonât.â He huffs.
âYou have nipple piercings?â You end up asking anyway in a happy little tone.
He grits his teeth slightly, ââŠObviously.â
Chuckling, you press a soft peck against his lips and whisper, âCan I see them?â
âNo.â He replies.
âNo? Oh câmonnn, theyâre just piercings!â You whine as your legs remain sprawled out over Sukunaâs muscular thighs.
Your panty-clad cunt was throbbing over his saliva-slicked semi-hard cock, and yet here Sukuna was still trying his very best to figure out a way out of this situation. It wasnât that he didnât want to go further with youâhe was just nervous.
Not that heâd ever say that out loud though. Admit youâve made him nervous? Oh please, in what universe?
Sure, you made him cum prematurely but thatâs not his fault. No one told you to have such a slutty ass mouth.
Back to the present though, as you gaze down at him with those stupidly pretty eyes of yours, batting your lashes pleadingly whilst you await for the man to change his answer. It was simply unfair of him to have nipple piercings and not show you. Itâs the least he could do after the head you just gave him, right?
âNo, itâs not the âleast I can doâ,â Sukuna huffs. Itâs then that you realize youâd spoken your thoughts aloud butâin a wayâyouâre actually glad you did so, âYouâre not seeing shit, now get off of me.â
The pout that presents itself on your face is practically immediate, âCâmon âKuna, I wonât touch them. I just wanna see,â You coo softly, tilting your head to the side as if to convince him, âPlease?â
One simple word and his tip was wet with precum yet again. Sukuna swears he hates you. He hates the way you're looking at him right now, the way you're seated so perfectly on top of him, and the way he forgets how the hell he even got into this position with you in the first place.
Didn't he come over here to finish a project? Not have sex with you.
And yet, he can't find it in himself to say no to you again. That damn word you said, it did something to him. Sukuna's not sure what or why but his mouth is moving on its own, almost instinctively, "You wanna see them?" He sighs.
You're nodding, slipping your hands down to the hem of his shirt, "Yeah. Promise I won't touch."
"Tch. I..." Sukuna grits his teeth and you can see a pretty vein decorating his skin along his sharp jawline as he glances away for a moment, "I want you to beg me again."
Although you're a bit taken back by his request, you're quick to lean forward a bit and bite your lower lip, "Please?"
He ignores the word leaving you lips, his cock springing to life once more despite his attempt at leaving you unanswered. Given his body's reaction to you, all you can do is smirk before you're leaning down slightly and pressing your lips to his jaw.
"Pretty please, Sukuna?" You purr, warm breath hitting his now overly tense skin, "I promise I'll be good. Won't lay a finger on you unless you want me to."
His head slumps back against the couch and he inhales sharply at your soft touch sliding under his shirt, steadily working it up as the black fabric bundles up against your hands.
Then you're at his neck, sucking on his skin, rolling your tongue over him, shifting your hips forward against his cock and he simply groans. "F-Fucking, fine." Sukuna huffs, annoyed out of his ever-loving mind at whatever control it is you seem to have over him.
He hates you. He swears he hates you. Everything about the way your hands quickly tug his shirt up over his head, tossing the fabric elsewhere as you set your greedy eyes on his chest, the way your eyes widen at how flushed his skin is, and the sight of your tongue swiping over your lips as soon as you set your sight on his nipples.
Such pretty contrasting metal decorated his very pretty swollen nipples. So flushed with shades of pink and red, itching to be touchedâjust one flick and you knew he'd let out the most heavenly sound. The problem was convincing him to let you touch his nipples.
They were so damn tempting though, you swore you were drooling at the sight. God, you just wanted to reach out and-
"No," Sukuna rasps out. Your eyes snap up to his face and your pussy throbs at his expression.
He's beyond embarrassed. His eyes almost look glossed over with how desperate he was for you to stop looking at him. And yet he was so pouty and grumpy too, plump lips pulled into the cutest little frown at how hungry you were looking at him, his breathing unsteady all over again, and his cock felt twitching wildly beneath you.
You smirk, "'No'... what?"
"No, you cannot touch them," He's slow to clarify that, having seen right through those greedy eyes of yours, "You wanted to see and you've seen so-"
"I can make you feel good though," You purr, leaning in close to him all over again. "Jus' let me-"
"No," Sukuna mutters sternly. Then his hands are meeting your hips and his grip alone makes you flinch.
His touch is filled with intent as he slides his hands back to your ass and gives you a nice and firm squeeze, tugging you against him and making you gasp at the way his dick twitches right against your cunt. Your hands go to his shoulders to stop yourself from being pulled flush against him and he gazes dead up into your eyes.
How does one look so needy and yet commanding at the same time? It was like Sukuna told you thousands of words through his gaze alone. Maybe it was his very apparent physical need for you, or maybe it was just how attractive he is when aroused but fuck his look had your body hot all over.
Sukuna lets out a small breath of air before he drops his raspy tone even lower to a whisper, "Fuck me," He utters, feeling the reaction your cunt has to his words and cracking a cocky little smirk, "Fuck me, and you can touch me as much as you wish to."
You gulp thickly. Did you forget how to speak for a moment because all you do is open your mouth and it was like no words were even coming to your brain. His gaze was to intense and starved, large hands playing with the fat of your ass while he lifts his hips up slightly.
Then you gasp again, his thick tip was pressing right against your needy hole through the few layers of clothing that remained and you felt drunk off of your own arousal. Nodding and whispering in return, "O-Okay," Your hands slide around his neck and you lean in until your lips are meeting his again.
And if you were drunk off of your arousal then he was fucking high off of his ownâfeeling faded out of his mind with the way he leisurely moves to undress your lower half as he kisses you like he's done so a thousand times before, sliding his tongue into your mouth, swallowing up your moans, sucking on your lower lip, and undressing you all in one go.
Hell, for a second you forget the man is a damn virgin.
And as if to combat with thatâyou feel like a damn virgin once you start sinking your saccharine walls around Sukunaâs thickly curved cock. Gasping against his lips and feeling his fingertips curl into the skin of your waist, his jaw-dropping and lips quivering against yours as he lets out the most guttural groan heâs ever uttered, and both of your eyes fluttering at the connection of his body to yours.
Sukunaâs deeply shaded red eyes are hazy on yours as you sink down on him. His mind is turning to mush and he swears heâs about to pass the fuck out. It couldâve been the way your face looked as your cunt greedily sucked in his cock, or how tight your walls clamped down on him but, either way, Sukuna felt hot all over. Dizzy with lust and faded off of everything thatâs you.
Every inch of you, the feel of your squeezing wet pussy enclosing around his aching cock, that breathy squeak of his name leaving your lips, and then your fingers grazing his chest-
Sukunaâs brows twist up and his entire body flinches instinctively. Hips bucking up slightly, large hands urging you further down, and shaky sound escaping his wet blushing lipsâheâd officially lost it.
He looked so damn pretty doing so as well, not that youâd ever tell him that (youâve embarrassed him enough for the time being). Those damn eyes of his were all glossed over, his bottom lip was shaking as a sexy-pitched gasp escaped his throat, and his hands held onto you for dear life whilst he bottomed out.
His fat cockhead kissing your cervix with little to no movement had you panting heavily while you kept your eyes low on his. ââKuna,â You feel his cock twitch desperately inside you and you toy with one of his sensitive nipples in between your index and thumb, âY-Youâre so-â
âShut up,â He groans, and then heâs kissing youâdesperately, hungrily-, starved. He knew another word from you would have your cunt stuffed full of his cum within seconds.
And as much as he wanted that, as much as he knew thatâd be the end result of all this, he did not want to make yet another fool of himself. Though, the way your fingertips constantly flick over his pierced nipples makes him fucking whine into your mouth, a heavy grunt following after the sound as if to cover it up.
The hands your waist urge your body up, dragging your slicked walls up along his cock before allowing gravity to slam you back down. God the way you moan his name makes his knees feel weak. You were making him, as a whole, feel so utterly weak.
It wasnât long before you were picking up a steady pace on top of him, your breaths shared with his and his eyes not once leaving yours. Sukuna was such a silent commander, that gaze of his told you everything, testing-, no, daring you to look away from him. He didnât even know what it was about eye contact but he craved it so desperately.
Your gaze made his cock so stupidly hard, so much so that he just wanted to flip you over on this stupid couch of yours and-
And then he was. Sukuna doesnât even register heâs repositioned with you until you let out the prettiest little whimper and your eyes roll back as he, almost experimentally, thrusts his heavy cock deep past your plush pussy lips.
What brings him back into the moment is that sound of you and the way youâre choking out his name, âSâkuna, f-fuck,â You almost hate that heâs taken control because youâve lost your teasing of his chest, âWhyâd you-, ngh-,â Youâre cut off completely when he drags his hips back so torturously slow before rolling his hips down into you.
Shaking his head thoughtlessly, âShut up,â Sukuna huffs again as he presses his bulky weight down against you, folding you into the meanest mating press and making you let out a filthy mewl at the sheer stretch of his girthy cock. âPlease,â He sounds almost breathless, that plea of his hardly even audible, âJust be quiet fâme.â
Your jaw hangs open and youâre simply gaping up at the man with stupid, cockdrunk eyes. Something about feeling and watching him learn how to please you was probably more pleasurable than the sex itself. Which is saying an awfully lot because even though he didn't know what the hell he was doing, whatever he was doing, he was doing it right.
All you can do is wrap your arms around his neck and tug him closer, moaning his name softly every time his tip nudges into that mushy spot inside you. Sukuna lets out a low hum when he feels your nails claw at his back suddenly.
Then the cocky bastard has the nerve to fucking smile at you. Almost as if he enjoyed the pain of your nails scratching at his back hard enough to leave marksâŠ
Because, of course, then heâs fucking you faster, harder, deeper. So determined to learn what you like, to learn your body inside and out (literally), and to have you mark up his back more than the dark ink that decorates his skin currently.
âYâfeel so fuckinââŠâ He can hardly even speak as he just grows addicted to pushing his cock in and out and in and out. That sloppy sound of your cunt squelching and wetting up his cock over and over again-, fuck he couldnât get enough of it. âS-So fuckinâ good,â Sukunaâs voice almost softens as he shifts his lips to your ear, âOh fuck, wannaâŠâ His words trail off, a deep shade of blush coating his cheeks.
You canât help but grow that never-ending urge to tease him, moving your lips to his ear, âWanna what?â There was a slight shake in your voice but that didnât save him from his cock throbbing at the sound of your voice alone.
âHahh⊠wanna-, agh, wanna make you cum,â Sukuna admits begrudgingly. He sounded so ridiculously embarrassed saying that out loud but he was far too pussydrunk to care right now.
Thrusts growing heavier as if he were searching for a specific spot inside you, his eyes softening as he shifts to hover his face over yours once more, and his groans making your stomach churn with butterflies. Hell, you almost do exactly that of what heâs requested based on the sound of desperation in his tone alone.
Sukunaâs usually such a big, mean, sometimes stoic man, and yet here he was, silently requesting your assistance.
He is only a virgin after all.
âNot anymore,â He gruffs, catching you by surprise as you render the fact that those words left your lips. âCâmon, tell me what to do.â
Again, Sukuna swears on his life he hates you. He hates the way youâve made him so weak, the way your cunt is so deliciously warm inside, the way you moan his name-
Fuck, he hates you.
ââKuna,â You whisper as you slide one of your hands from around his neck to slip to his hand and guide him, âMy clit. You gotta-â
Your breath is caught in your throat all over again. You were trying to guide him just like he wanted you to but Sukuna was far too quick of a learner, swatting his thick thumb around in search before his ears twitch at the way your voice gets stuck in your throat.
âHere?â He has the nerve to whisper gently, âRub here, right? Yâlike that?â Sukuna asks as he matches his thrusts with the flick of his thumb, drinking in the way your back arches up off of the couch and your eyes roll back.
Youâre nodding, âYes yes-, r-right there âKuna, fuckâŠâ
His eyes rake over your face all over again and then heâs doing that thing where he speaks without thinking, âSo fuckinâ pretty like this.â
Of course, those softly uttered words pull you out of your cockdrunken stupor for only a moment, âH-Huh?â You breathe out as your eyes meet his.
âI hate you,â Sukuna lies straight through his teeth, âHate how pretty you look beneath me,â Heâs babbling at this point, picking up his pace and trying to angle his cock into somewhere specific, âHow fuckinââgod youâre squeezinâ me sâtight, hahhâh-how you sound moaning my name, taking my cock.â With that last sentence comes a particularly harsh thrust.
Your nails scrape at his back again and he moans in pleasure. Gloss covers your eyes as he finally finds that spot that has you seeing stars, âSukuna,â You moan sweetly, feeling him hit that very spot over and over and over again.
âAgain,â He huffs, leaning down even closer and pressing more of his weight onto you, âMoan my name again, brat.â
âSukuna,â Youâre moaning without the need for his instruction. To hell if the man is a virgin, he knows how to use his cock.
What he doesnât realize is how big he is in comparison to anyone else youâve been with. Stretching you open with every thrust, fucking you ridiculously full of all his thick inches, knocking his dripping tip right against your sweet spot, making your legs tingle in numbness, and rolling skillful circles around your clit as if heâd practiced doing so before.
âFuckinâ perfect,â Sukuna rasps out, his eyes locked dead onto yours as usual.
He was so focused on you, so eager to make you cum. Obviously, heâd never felt anything like this before so he never wants it to end. And perhaps thatâs the only reason why he hasnât emptied himself into you yet.
Every time youâre felt leaving another bright red mark on his back, he lets out a low hiss before flashing a smirk down at you, thrusts growing harder. Then thereâs the way you just gape up at him, jaw dangling as youâre so clearly lost in pleasure, and pussy swallowing him in whole each time he fucks himself back into you.
And your little gasps of, âFeels s-so good Kuna, donât stop.â Have him reeling back on purpose, pretending to mistakenly slip his cock out of you for a moment only to slap his fat cockhead against your needy hole and then push all of himself right back in.
With a smug expression on his face, âDonât tell me what tâdo,â He responds.
âI jusâ did,â You argue back all in one breath.
God, he- , âI hate you,â The words are leaving his lips yet again but he canât stop driving his dick inside you. Youâre so fucking warm, so welcoming for him, so honeyed and sweet inside. Hell, for a second he wonders what youâd taste like on his tongueâdespite never even going down on someone before.
âYeah,â You flash a fucked-out little smile up at him and your walls grip onto him tighter, making his brows twist up, âBut you love fuckinâ me.â Your little whisper makes him shudder.
He nearly cums at that, releasing a strangled groan before he just nods almost obediently, âUhuh.â Sukuna mumbles, his hate for you growing with every passing second.
There you are under him, still teasing him despite the expression of pleasure plastered across your face, âYeah?â
âM-Mhm,â He grumbles in response.
He canât help but just agree with you. Of course he adores fucking you. If anything, he doesnât think heâd prefer it be anyone else. After watching your cute ass all composed every week in class, listening to the way you lecture him for not paying attention as if you actually care about him, watching you grow surprised today at the way he can get things done when he puts in an effort-
Shit, of course he wanted to see you like thisâsplayed out like a pretty little slut for him, gasping his name, looking him in the eye, and allowing him to fuck you. God, his mind is spinning. He canât think at all.
So lost in his head, youâre left spasming below him because heâs still thumbing at your clit and his cock is as unforgiving as ever, âSukuna,â His name rolls off of your tongue beautifully and heâs left in awe above you.
Tilting his head, âWhat?â Sukuna breathes as heâs pulled from his daze and back to the present.
âMake me cum,â You order so suddenly.
As that third word leaves those lips of yours, Sukuna smirks knowingly and he leans up a little just to angle himself better inside you. He glances down at your cunt, biting his lip at the sight of his cock bulging inside you, watching himself push in and out for a second before his smirk turns into a lazy little smile.
âAlready didâ,â He scoffs, flicking his eyes back up to you.
Your brows twist up, âWha-â
âAre you that dumb when cock is inside yaâ?â He utters meanly and earns an immediate squeeze of your gummy walls around his veiny shaft, âYou came a few minutes ago, brat.â
âIâŠâ Your expression becomes dumbfounded and in an instant, youâre the one left embarrassed.
Which he finds all too cute, âFelt good though.â He comments smugly, looking back down to where youâre connected and tilting his head at the sight.
Fuck, he was so sexy above you. Even on his chest, bright red scratches decorated his skin. When did you do that? His nipples were still as flushed as his face and you wanted so badly to reach out and flick your fingers against them again.
Pouting, âSukuna-â
âDo it again fâme,â The man cuts off.
You canât even get a response out before heâs leaning down again, âI-â
This time youâre cut off by him pressing your legs together and against your chest, loving the pretty sight of you folded and bent to his will like this. All he can do is stare down and watch himself fuck you, seeing your swollen lips take in his fat length so fucking beautifully. Itâs like you were made for him or something.
Your cunt only molds around his cock, sucking him in whenever he pulls out like you never wanted him to leave you. He could feel every throb of your pussy when he spoke to you, every squeeze of your warmth when he reached deeper than before, and fuck was he enamored by every second of it.
âPlease,â He says breathlessly all of a sudden, itching to watch you cum on his cock this time around.
His begging is followed by him moving his hand back down to your pussy, his thumb sliding back in search of your clit. Rubbing those maddening little circles once he finds it, Sukuna focuses most of his attention on your body. Every little jump you make when he swats his thumb to the left, every pitch in your moan when he thrusts inside you at a certain paceâSukuna soon smiles once heâs got you all figured out.
âOh fuck,â You whimper, tossing your head back against the couch as your eyes loll to the back of your hand.
With that knowing smile on his face, the couch creaks with his rough thrusts inside you, âStop makinâ me beg you for shit,â Sukuna grunts before gifting your throbbing pussy with a little smack, âJusâ give it tâme.â
âSukuna-, ah,â Youâre choking at the sensation and your cunt narrows even more around him.
His toned pelvis smacks against you over and over, heavy balls hitting your ass with each shove of his fat cock inside your warmth, âFuck,â The man heaves as he feels himself steadily growing addicted.
Why the hell didnât he have sex with someone sooner?
âMâgonna cum,â You soon whine out to the man.
To which he clashes into you faster, feining for it, âPlease, fuckinâ need it,â Sukuna groans before pressing down against you again.
His thrusts grow uneven and jagged, eyes rolling back when he feels you finally cumming around his cock for a second time. You were squeezing him so tight. All he could do was moan at how perfect you were.
âShiit,â He huffs, his cock twitching wildly inside you before his mind goes completely blank, âI love you-â
Your brows immediately twist up, âWha-â
And then heâs painting your walls white. Grunting, groaning, moaning-, hell, you name it and the sound was leaving his lips as he fucks his orgasm into you.
Then heâs babbling mindless little praises of, âLove this fuckinâ pussy,â Lost in filling you with his cum and listening to you whimper from overstimulation.
Gifting you with praise after praise about how beautiful you are under him like this, how much he adores his name rolling off your tongue. He canât even fathom how much cum is spilling into you, velvety thick ropes painting your walls a creamy white to the point where it spills out of you and coats his hefty base with a filthy ring of white.
All while he continued to praise you, going as far as thank you in quiet little whispers. God, he was out of his mind. He wasnât thinking in the slightest, his mouth was just saying shit.
So much so that heâs barely lucid as his high comes down, doesnât process a thing he said to you moments ago, and just lays there for a while with his cock resting inside you. All he can do is pant heavily as he rests his body on top of you, not yet pulling out and leaving his softened cock inside you.
Youâre completely still beneath him for a while, trying to catch your breath as your legs feel temporarily numb. You couldnât get those three words he spoke to you out of your head.
His tone was so damn soft and vulnerable, just replaying it in your head made you smile. Before he notices your expression though, you wipe the smirk off of your face and coo his name softly, âSukunaâŠ?â
âDonât.â Is all he has to say to you. He was well aware of what heâd said to you.
He didnât mean it, of course. He was simply⊠lost in the moment.
âAww,â You purr, an obvious breathlessness to your tone, âYou said you loved me cause I took your virginit-â
Sukuna lets out a mean groan before moving your legs apart so he can meet your eyes again, âIâm gonna fucking kill you.â
You flash a pout to mock him, âWhy? âCause I didnât say it back?â
His face is all different shades of blush but he still looks as mean and grumpy as ever, âNoâŠâ
âYou sure?â You tease further.
All he can do is roll his eyes at you, âFuck you.â
And, naturally, you only continue, âI think you did that alreadyâŠâ
Sukuna sighs, âJust.. Donât tell anyone about this.â
âAs long as you promise weâll do this more often.â
âI-, hah,â He smirks, âWhat are you, some kinda cockhungry slut?â
âNoâŠâ Your eyes drag themselves elsewhere for a moment, âBut for you, maybe.â
âMh.â Sukuna hums deeply, an unavoidable smile spreading across his face, âI think I like that.â
âI think you love it-â
âMâgonna âloveâ fucking the snarky responses outtaâ your mouth in a second if you keep it up,â He says flawlessly.
All you can do is swallow down whatever it is you were going to respond to that with.
To which he smiles, âUhuh, thatâs what I thought.â
part 2 of â your brother's hella scary! | art credits: @/su2kuna | so like... hello to 400 of you that spawned in my followers ( OHR YM SGODOFHAJ HIHIHHIHHI) sorry if this wasn't the part 2 you were looking for... also it's like 1am yet again im sorry for any mistakes
after that tragically humiliating (yes, you were going to call it tragic) interaction in the living room, you made a firm decision to avoid sukuna as if he were the plauge.
it wasn't even that you disliked him; disliking him would have been a easy understandment. it was the possibility that you didn't dislike him at all, and that whatever this was - might be intentional.
so you began your game of hiding seek, where, somehow; sukuna always managed to find you.
âyou're getting the caramel one again?â that low voice murmured.
your shoulders stiffened before you could stop yourself. yuji blinked at his brother. âdidn't you say you had something to do on the other side of campus?â
âi do,â sukuna replied, tone mild, stepping up beside you at the counter.
he ordered a strawberry milkshake. you tried not to stare, failed, and muttered, âdidn't peg you for strawberry.â
his gaze slides to you, slow and assessing, a faint curve touching his mouth. âdidn't peg you for someone who monitors what i drink.â
âI'm not monitoring,â you insisted, a little too fast.
sukuna regarded you for a moment, then extended the strawberry milkshake towards you with an ease that suggested he already knew what you would do. âwant to try?â
you hesitated, eyes flickering from the pale pink swirl beneath the plastic lid to his face. trying new things had never come naturally to you, not even something as harmless as a different drink. once you found something you liked, you clung to it with stubborn loyalty.
but when someone offered you a sip of theirs, you almost never turned it down; it felt safer to try something that wasn't fully yours, easier than committing to your own order and then sitting there with the quiet guilt of having chosen wrong if you didn't like it. (a/n: anybody else do this or just me?)
after a brief internal debate, you gave a shy nod. "okay. just a sip."
you leaned forward carefully and took a tentative mouthful.
the sweetness hit instantly; bright, sugary, almost overwhelming. your face betrayed you before you could compose it. your nose scrunched, eyes narrowing slightly as you swallowed. âhow much sugar do they put in that? eugh...â
yuji laughed under his breath. âIt's a milkshake. what were you expecting?â
sukuna only shrugged, watching you with quiet interest. âIt's fine.â
âfine?â you echoed, still tasting the syrupy aftershock. âit tastes like they dissolved an entire bag of candy in there.â
he glanced down at the cup in his hand as if evaluating your criticism, tilting it slightly. for a fraction of a second, something crossed his face. then the faintest smirk tugged at his mouth. he lifted the drink and took a slow sip from the exact spot your lips had touched.
you stared, confusion knitting your brows as you lifted your caramel latte and took a distracted sip of your own, trying to process the shift in his expression.
he licked his lips, and then he spoke. âyour lip gloss is sweeter.â
yuji nearly inhaled his iced coffee.
studying in the library should have been safe.
nobara grew restless first, snapping her book shut with a dramatic sigh and announcing she needed âactual air.â yuji followed almost immediately, claiming his brain had reached maximum capacity for the day, while megumi lingered only long enough to finish a page before sliding his bookmark into place.
âdon't stay too late,â he told you quietly, adjusting the strap of his bag.
you waved them off, already sinking deeper into your notes. âI won't.â
their footsteps faded, their voices dissolving into the general hush of the library, and for a brief, blissful stretch of time, you were alone in your usual corner; the one tucked behind a tall bookshelf near the back, half-shadowed and blissfully ignored by everyone else. it was hidden without being suspicious, secluded enough that no one ever bothered to pass through unless they were deliberately looking for something.
or someone.
you were midway through annotating a paragraph when a chair scraped softly against the floor across from you.
slowly, you looked up.
sukuna was setting his bag down on the table like he'd always intended to sit there, long fingers sliding his books out one by one and arranging them with unhurried precision. he didn't ask if the seat was taken. he simply claimed the space.
your eyebrows drew together. âhow did you even find this spot?â
he didn't look up immediately, flipping open a notebook as though your question required no urgency. âyou always head towards the least crowded area.â
âthere are a lot of least crowded areas,â you pressed.
now he glanced at you, one brow lifting faintly. âand yet, here i am.â
you stared at him, irritation and something far more dangerous coiling in your chest.he leaned back slightly in his chair, stretching his legs out beneath the table, his knee almost brushing yours again - almost.
ârelax,â he murmured, lowering his voice instinctively in respect of the library's quiet. âI'm studying.â
you looked down at your notes again, determined to reclaim at least a fraction of your concentration, but the silence had shifted in a way that made it impossible to ignore. it wasn't the peaceful kind anymore; it felt charged, like the air carried an undercurrent you couldn't quite name. every time you adjusted in your seat or tapped your pen against the margin, you felt it â that subtle flick of his gaze lifting from his page to you before dropping back down, quick enough that anyone else would miss it.
you furrowed your brows when you were thinking too hard, the crease between them deepening the more confused you became.
âyou're doing it again,â sukuna muttered quietly.
you didn't look up. âdoing what?â
âthat.â there was the faint scrape of his chair shifting closer. âyou look like you're personally offended by the textbook.â
âi am,â you muttered, squinting harder at the page as if to prove your point.
the crease between your brows deepened. before you could register what was happening, a warm hand reached across the table. two fingers pressed gently between your brows.
you froze.
sukuna's thumb moved slowly, smoothing over the wrinkle there with deliberate care, like he was erasing a mistake written in pencil. âyou're going to give yourself permanent lines,â he said softly, voice lower now, stripped of its usual bite.
you swatted weakly at his hand, though there was no real force behind it. âi'm studying.â
âyou're scowling,â he corrected. âaggressively.â
âIt's called focusing.â
âIt's called looking cute when you're mad at paper.â
for a moment, you just stared at him, like your brain had short-circuited and was currently attempting to reboot. sukuna, on the other hand, looked entirely unbothered by the damage he'd just done. he withdrew his hand slowly, but not before his thumb brushed over your skin once more.
that was your breaking point.
you cleared your throat abruptly and began shoving your papers together with far more urgency than necessary, the sharp shuffle of pages far louder than the situation called for.
âi just remembered,â you muttered, not meeting his eyes, âi have... something.â
âsomething,â he repeated mildly.
âyes.â
âfascinating. very specific.â
you ignored him, aggressively capping your pen and nearly missing your pencil case entirely before managing to stuff it inside your bag.
sukuna propped his elbow on the table and rested his head against his hand, watching you with open, shameless interest. there was no tempting grin this time, no sharp edge to his expression. just quiet awe, like he'd stumbled onto something unexpectedly precious.
you could feel it â his gaze following the way your fingers fumbled with the zipper, the way you refused to look up, the faint heat climbing up your ears.
âyour notebook is upside down.â he observed lazily.
with a mortified huff, you flipped it over and shoved it in properly before swinging your bag over your shoulder in one swift motion. âI'm leaving.â
âclearly.â behind you, sukuna remained exactly where he was, chin resting in his palm, watching you disappear past the shelves with an expression far too soft for someone like him.
the crease between your brows might have been gone; but the way you'd practically fled from a compliment?
that was even cuter.
Lunchtime proved no better.
you were halfway through a passionate, borderline ridiculous argument with nobara about pineapple on pizza - a debate that had somehow escalated into moral philosophy - when a voice from across the cafeteria cut clean through the noise.
"sukuna! over here!" he stopped, glanced toward the table calling him, and then, with infuriating calm, chose a different direction.
toward you.
a chorus of dramatic groans followed.
âwow.â
âbetrayal.â
âwe see how it is!â
âyou'll survive,â he replied evenly, not sparing them more than a flick of his eyes as he reached your table and slid into the empty seat beside you as though it had been waiting for him all along.
his knee brushed yours under the table. you kept your gaze fixed ahead, pulse climbing despite your best efforts to steady it.
âdon't let me interrupt,â he murmured, smooth as ever, already reaching across the table to steal one of yuji's fries without permission.
yuji gasped like he'd just witnessed a crime. âthat was mine!â
âit was communal,â sukuna corrected, unfazed.
âIt was absolutely not.â
nobara went quietly beside you, which was never a good sign. her eyes moved between the two of you with sharpening interest, like she'd just found something much more entertaining than pizza discourse.
you focused very hard on your tray. it was difficult when sukuna sat close enough that warmth radiated from his side into yours, close enough that the faint scent of his cologne lingered in your space and refused to be ignored.
âwhat were we debating?â he asked lightly, nudging your knee once more.
âsomething important,â you replied, far too quickly.
âIt was pineapple,â nobara supplied helpfully. âhe's anti.â
âof course he is,â you muttered.
sukuna turned his head slightly towards you. âIt's an unnecessary addition.â
âIt's balanced,â you discuss, finally meeting his gaze. âSweet and savory.â
âIt's confused.â
âIt's cultured.â
âIt's a cry for help.â
you inhaled to argue further, but the words stalled somewhere between your lungs and your pride. because over his shoulde, just barely in your periphery, you caught movement from the table sukuna was supposed to be sitting at.
one of them was already looking. another leaned in, whispering something that made the corner of his mouth tilt upward. when they noticed you glancing their way, they didn't look embarrassed. they didn't look away, they looked entertained.
the cafeteria noise continued, loud and ordinary and oblivious, but it began to feel distant, like you were hearing it from underwater. nobara said something about fruit being elite, yuji chimed in dramatically, but their words blurred together.
It wasn't that you hated him.
that would have been easier.
it was that you didn't know where you stood, and worse â you were starting to care. and caring about someone who was, by all visible statistics, 99.01% likely to be toying with you for his own amusement was not something you were eager to experience publicly.
you'd seen it before. the glances in the hallway when he wasn't around. the snickering that followed a beat too long after you passed. the quiet comments traded between them that you could never quite hear but always felt land anyway.
maybe this was just another extension of that.
maybe you were the bit.
your gaze drifted again without meaning to, catching another exchange at their table. your chest tightened.
suddenly the argument about pineapple felt trivial, stupid. you became acutely aware of how close he was sitting, how deliberate that choice had been. how obvious it must look from the outside.
how obvious you must look.
you hadn't realized you'd gone quiet until the silence stretched.
âhey.â the nudge to your arm was light but grounding.
you blinked, turning to find megumi studying you with mild concern. âare you okay?â
âhm?â you forced your focus back into place. âyeah. I just... spaced out for a second.â
nobara's eyes narrowed slightly. âare you sure?â
âi'm fine,â you said quickly, offering a small nod to seal it.
you felt it before you saw it - the subtle shift in sukuna's posture, the way his attention sharpened. when you finally looked at him, his brows were faintly furrowed, gaze steady on your face like he was trying to piece something together.
and without breaking eye contact, he reached for a fry from his tray and flicked it across the table with effortless precision.
it hit megumi on the forehead. (my poor bby)
it was raining in that steady, unrelenting way that turned the world gray and glossy, the steps outside your building slick with water as droplets shattered against the concrete in a rhythm that almost lulled you into stillness. you stood beneath the overhang at the entrance of your majorâs building, arms loosely folded, watching the rain collect in shallow rivers that streamed down the stairs.
an hour ago, itadori had taken your umbrella with a sheepish grin and a promise that his errand would be âfast. like, blink-and-iâm-back fast.â you had handed it over without thinking.
he had not blinked back.
you exhaled through your nose, jaw tightening. âmy dumbass,â you muttered to yourself, eyes tracing the way a drop clung stubbornly to the edge of a stair before falling.
a shadow slipped over you.
you turned.
there he was - your personal plague.
hood pulled up over his head, soft strands peeking out at the front, a bag slung lazily over one shoulder. he held the umbrella with one hand, tilted just enough to shield you fully. there was something faintly amused about his expression, like heâd walked into a scene heâd expected to find.
âdonât have an umbrella?â he asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer.
âitadori took it,â you replied, eyes dropping back to the rain-slick steps. âsaid he had to run an errand between lectures. apparently my critical thinking skills clock out when he smiles at me.â
a quiet chuckle left him, low and knowing. âthatâs mistake number one.â
you shot him a look. âoh, enlighten me.â
ânever lend your only shield to someone who calls errands âadventures.ââ his mouth curved slightly. âbut donât sweat it. iâll walk you home.â
he stepped closer as he said it, closing the small space between you so that the umbrella covered you both â technically. realistically? it was a size too small for shared pride, and you could already see the edge of his hoodie darkening where the rain kissed it.
you hesitated, knowing this was a bad idea.
and yet.
you nodded.
he adjusted his grip on the umbrella and began walking. you fell into step beside him, close enough that your arms occasionally brushed. the umbrella forced proximity, your shoulders nearly touching, his warmth noticeable even through layers.
the rain drummed steadily overhead, loud enough to blur the edges of the world. cars sped past on the street, tires slicing through puddles, engines hissing against wet asphalt. the noise created a cocoon of sorts, an excuse not to speak.
you were grateful for it.
until he broke it.
âyouâve been avoiding me.â
his voice wasnât raised, yet somehow it cut cleanly through the rain and traffic, landing square in your chest.
you kept your eyes forward. âno, iâm not.â
âreally?â there was a hint of dry amusement there. âthen why do you go pale as a ghost every time you see me?â
you refused to look at him, already aware of the weight of his gaze. âi donât. iâm just busy. we have different schedules. and thereâs no real reason for me toââ your thoughts tangled, words tripping over each other. ââto talk to you.â
the rain seemed louder suddenly.
âno reason,â he repeated, slow.
âyeah.â
âinteresting.â
you clenched your jaw. âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âmeans youâre a terrible liar.â
heat crept up your neck. âiâm not lying.â
âyou stop making eye contact. you change direction in hallways. you suddenly find something fascinating on your phone whenever iâm within five meters.â he tilted the umbrella slightly to compensate for a gust of wind, shoulder taking more rain without complaint. âthatâs avoidance.â
his gaze didnât waver. âand i want to turn that around.â
âwhat?â you stopped walking abruptly, shoes skidding slightly against wet pavement. sukuna halted with you, turning fully so his back faced the road. the umbrella tilted with the movement, and that was when you noticed just how soaked his shoulder had become â the fabric of his hoodie dark and clinging where it hadnât been covered properly.
âi want to get to know you,â he said evenly. you blinked. âso i can properly ask you out.â
what?
for a split second, the world stilled. rain drummed against the umbrella, cars hissed past on slick asphalt, but everything felt distant, muffled by the weight of what heâd just said.
this was, objectively, every campus girlâs dream handed to you on a silver platter. getting asked out by the sukuna ryomen? girls would kill to stand where you were standing â under his umbrella, rain blurring the edges of the world, his attention fixed solely on them.
and yet.
âis this some fucking joke?â you scoffed, brows furrowing instinctively.
he actually looked taken aback. his eyes widened a fraction, blinking as if recalibrating to the sudden shift in your tone. âwhat?â
âtell me,â you pressed, folding your arms tighter around yourself. âhow much is on the line?â
âhow much isâ what?â
âdonât act like i havenât noticed,â you cut in, voice sharp now. âthe whispers. the chuckles. your friends looking at me like theyâre waiting for something. what kind of bet did you all make that involved me?â
âa bet?â his brows pulled together, confusion replacing the earlier certainty. âwhat are you talking about? thereâs no bet.â
the crease between his brows deepened, and for a fleeting, traitorous second, you had the urge to reach up and smooth it away like he had in the library.
you clenched your jaw instead.
âi know how your friends behave,â you said. âand i know your reputation. hopping from one girl to another. making bets about who you can snog next.â
ânow,â he exhaled through his nose, âthatâs more of a gojo, geto, toji situation. not me and choso kind of situation, though i mean choso's been pulling lately-"
âsukuna,â you huffed, rain misting at the edges of your face as the wind shifted again. âyou expect me to believe youâre not in someoneâs bed every other night? have you seen how girls look at you?â
ânot since i saw you around,â he said bluntly.
the words landed heavy. you hated that your heart stuttered.
hated that, against your better judgment, part of you believed him.
silence stretched between you, thick and uncertain. your eyes darted away first, tracking the rain sliding down the umbrellaâs edge before you forced yourself to meet his crimson gaze again.
âwhy me?â you asked quietly.
if he had a rehearsed answer, he didnât use it.
âif i started listing reasons,â he said, voice steady, âweâd be standing here until morning.â
âbut you donât even know me,â you scoffed, though the edge had dulled, replaced by a flicker of disbelief. âwe barely talk.â
âbut i notice you.â his voice was calm, almost quiet, the rain soaked his back and hoodie, plastering it to his form. âi know when youâre in the house without even leaving my room because you have a specific rhythm when you walk."
âyou donât like cactus because youâre allergic to pollen. i know that because when itadori gave you and nobara flowers on womenâs day, you sneezed for hours. but you still took them and probably dried them in a book. you hate trying new flavors of coffee and always order the same thing, even though youâll linger on the side debating a new flavor before defaulting. you like the smell of old books; i saw you bringing one to your nose multiple times because it calms you. you like collecting rocks â weird ones, jagged or colorful â and i know that because yuji thought itâd be funny to copy you. you hate sugary perfumes; i saw you scrunch up your nose when talking to shoko once in the hallway. and i gotta admit that phase of sugary perfumes she wore was shit as fuck. you like colorful clothing but settle for neutral in public because you think people will judge you. and when you yawn,â â his lips curved, teasing â âthereâs this frog sound you make thatâs⊠fucking adorable. andââ
before he could finish, your lips pressed against his.
he froze for a fraction of a second, spine rigid, breath hitching, before melting into the kiss. "mmhm..." the umbrella, forgotten, slipped from his hands and clattered to the wet pavement.
his hand found your cheek, warm and steady, tracing softly as the rain soaked both of you, hair sticking in strands to your foreheads. when you finally parted, you whispered between ragged breaths, âgo on a date with me.â
the pink flush on your cheeks made him pause. he wanted to pinch it.
he blinked.
âyes.â then a breathless, fervent, âfuck, yes. iâll go on a date with you.â
he smiles - all teeth and in that moment you see the resemblance between him and yuji.
đ»đđđđ:
yujiâs screams pierced your ears, making you jerk your phone away just enough to keep from going deaf.
âWHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT A COLD?! DID THAT BASTARDââ
âi, uhââ you stammered, words tripping over each other, but before you could finish, sukuna snatched the phone gently from your hands.
âyeah, i confessed. allâs good, bro. plan worked.â he sniffled lightly, laying his head on your lap on the couch, one arm draped lazily over your thighs, the other giving a casual thumbs up (as if itadori could see it from wherever he was.)
âoh, allâs good then!â yujiâs voice came from the phone again, muffled by rustling and some papers or whatever he had in his hand. âplease do find a way to tell her iâi lost her umbrellaââ
+ i tagged those that said they wanted a part 2 so you can find it easier, i'm sorry if you didn't want that: @royvllevi, @pepsicolacoochie, @itadorimayaa, @ilovemegumimorethanilovecoke, @popotheyoyo, @evie-elli3, @ilovekykyandcristiano7, @bunnieeteeth, @inlovewithpsychos, @honeyglowdimples, @miffysoo, @jeritheberi
You first saw him in the fall, when the leaves hadnât rotted yet but had already stopped being bright...
Sukuna was standing on the university steps, the sun catching on the black lines of the tattoos on his face, and you stared at them for way too long. Thin patterns along his cheekbones, dark stripes across his forehead and chin. He had more ink disappearing beneath the collar of his T-shirt.
He caught your gaze and smirked. You flushed, but you didnât look away.
It felt like he looked at you differently than the others. Back then, you didnât know that look yet. You saw something else in him â confidence, that wild kind of freedom you never had enough of yourself.
You fell in love.
Stupidly. Desperately. Headfirst.
Sukuna noticed. He always noticed when someone liked him.
It flattered him. Why wouldnât it?
Later that same evening at the frat party, he got into a fight. Someone shoved him by accident. He swung first. You watched him knock the guy to the floor and keep him by the collar even when heâd already stopped fighting back. People were yelling, trying to pull them apart.
You stood there thinking he mustâve been provoked.
He wouldnât just hurt someone. Right?
You went up to him afterward. Told him he had blood on his lip. Sukuna looked at you like he didnât understand why you were even talking to him. He let you press a napkin to his skin.
You felt special.
At the party a week later, he already knew your name and was drinking more than anyone else. You laughed at his jokes even when they were kind of mean, even when you were nervous. He looked at you a little longer than he looked at everyone else.
Sukuna touched you more than necessary. His hand on your waist felt like a brand. When he leaned in and told you you were pretty, something inside you tightened with happiness.
You ended up in his bedroom.
The door shut.
The music behind the wall turned muffled.
He kissed you like he wasnât used to asking permission. You were shaking. You didnât want to look naive. When he pushed inside you and understood youâd never done this before, he froze for a second.
His fingers tightened on your thigh.
You wished you hadnât let him realize.
You wanted to seem grown, brave.
There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Maybe even a little confusion. But he exhaled and kept going, like heâd decided it was just a detail.
Sukuna didnât stop.
You clenched your teeth, buried your face in his forearm, pressed into the tattooed skin so he wouldnât notice how much it hurt. He wasnât cruel. He just didnât think about the fact that you might be scared. He was too focused on himself.
Later you lay beside him, staring at the ceiling, convincing yourself it had been right. That it had meant something important to him. And in the morning Sukuna lazily said he liked you while you were cleaning up his room.
That you could try being together. He said it like he was talking about a new playlist, not your heart.
You agreed.
You said âyesâ so fast he even smirked. Easy. Way too easy.
You remember your friends trying to talk you out of it. âHeâs insane, canât you see that? Heâll dump you in a week.â You didnât listen. You looked at them and thought: You just donât know him like I do. Stupid.
The stupidest girl alive.
Sukuna knew they were warning you. You told him. Complained that they didnât get him, that he was good, just complicated. He half-listened, nodded, thought about something else.
Good? He wasnât good.
But if thatâs what you needed to believe â fine.
What did he care?
Sukuna knew you were foolish. Not dumb â you did great in school. Foolish in the way you looked at him. The way you waited. The way you forgave. He saw it and found it amusing. Sometimes even cute. Sometimes annoying. But overall â convenient.
At first, everything felt almost normal.
Sometimes he was almost gentle.
Sukuna could pull you into his chest out of nowhere and rest his chin on the top of your head. He could text you at night, a short âYou asleep?â and when you answered, tell you to come over.
He could lace his fingers through yours like it was natural.
You lived for those moments.
They were rare.
Thatâs why they felt precious.
But most of the time, he was different.
He knew you loved flowers.
Youâd send him pictures of bouquets, text âTheyâre so pretty,â sigh when you passed flower shops. He saw. Sometimes he even thought, Maybe I should get her some. Then brushed it off. Flowers die. Waste of money. And if he bought them once, youâd start expecting it again. He didnât want you expecting things.
He didnât want to owe you.
You wanted to be understanding for him.
He knew you were hurt when he forgot important dates. Your birthday. Valentineâs. Your anniversary. He didnât remember numbers. Didnât try to. What was the point? Days pass, everything repeats. Why celebrate?
The truth was he remembered your birthday. He just didnât think it mattered enough to show up. A friendâs party, lots of booze, girls looking at him with interest. Why go home where youâd be waiting with that look in your eyes? He didnât want to see it.
The candles had already burned halfway down by midnight.
You had bought a cake he never saw.
He came back three days later. You were sitting in the kitchen, drinking tea, not looking at him. Your eyes were red. You only asked, âAre you hungry?â He was. You cooked. Everything was âfine.â
You tried to smile. Asked if heâd had fun. You didnât ask why he hadnât come. And Sukuna pretended not to notice.
Easier that way.
He didnât get why your friends hissed at him. They looked at him like heâd done something unforgivable.
What had he done?
He was with you.
What more did they want?
He knew you wanted real dates.
The kind you chose. Rom-com movies. Parks. Stupid little fairs. He refused. âBoring.â âNot going.â âJust come over.â You agreed. You always agreed. He didnât think about how you felt. If you really wanted it, youâd drag him there, right?
So it must not matter that much.
He took advantage of the fact you wanted to be a good girlfriend.
He knew you hated horror movies. Youâd say, âThey scare me, I canât sleep after.â But when he turned one on, you sat beside him, pressed close, and stayed quiet. He didnât turn it off. He liked them. And if you were scared, youâd just cling tighter.
Not so bad.
He knew you were exhausted. Classes. A job. Four hours of sleep...
But when he wanted sex, he just came up to you and started. If you said âIâm not in the mood,â heâd insist. Not harshly. Just, âCome on.â Kissing your neck. Tugging at your clothes. You gave in, because it always felt good with him. Always.
Sukuna didnât see a problem.
You werenât really resisting.
So you mustâve wanted it too.
He knew you picked out thoughtful gifts. Hid them. Gave them to him with that hopeful look like youâd brought him a stray cat. Heâd say âThanksâ and shove them in a drawer. Not because he didnât care â he just didnât know what to do with it. Books he wouldnât read. Sweaters he wouldnât wear...
Why? He didnât ask.
You give, he takes. Fair.
He didnât need anything.
Sukuna remembered how you hugged him after fights.
He yelled â he knows he yelled.
Sometimes for a reason, sometimes just because he was in a shitty mood. And youâd come up behind him, wrap your arms around his waist, press your cheek to his back. Quiet. He felt your breathing through his shirt. It was strange. Warm.
He didnât get why you did it, but he let you.
Sometimes even waited for it.
Never asked.
He knew you were hurt when he disappeared for days without answering.
Youâd text. Call. Then stop. When he vanished, you barely ate. You checked your phone again and again. Replayed everything youâd said. Convinced yourself youâd ruined it. And when he came back, youâd throw your arms around his neck like heâd returned from war.
Something in his chest tightened.
A weird feeling.
He brushed it off.
Youâre just emotional.
You just missed him. Nothing special.
But there was something special about being waited for.
You thought if you loved him hard enough, heâd become better. You saw him as wounded. Broken. You believed you could be a quiet place where he didnât have to be hard.
You believed that if you were patient enough, understanding enough, one day heâd want to be softer too. You didnât try to change him. You just hoped heâd notice how much you did.
He never asked you to.
Sukuna knew what you felt when he came to bed smelling like someone elseâs perfume.
You never said anything. Just turned to the wall and breathed quietly. He thought, If youâre not asking, good. He was too lazy to explain, too lazy to lie, too lazy to handle your feelings.
They were yours. Not his.
Sometimes he noticed something off.
The way you looked when he joked about you in front of friends. How you dropped your gaze when they said he didnât deserve you. How you flinched when he yelled. And in those moments something unpleasant stirred deep inside him.
Guilt? No. Just discomfort.
Like heâd done something wrong but couldnât figure out what.
Heâd brush it off.
Drink. Leave. It would pass.
The worst part â he genuinely didnât understand.
To him, you were just you.
Always there. Always available. Always forgiving.
He didnât see boundaries because you never set them. He didnât feel pain because you never showed it. He thought everything was fine. Because if it wasnât, youâd leave. Or cry. Or scream.
But you didnât scream. You didnât cry. You just stayed.
You never cried in front of him.
That matters. You never cried.
He got used to thinking you were strong. That you could handle everything. That youâd always be there, always ready, always forgiving. He thought thatâs just how you were. That tears werenât your thing.
He was wrong.
That night at Gojoâs.
Sukuna was drunk. Really drunk.
He remembers you walking up to him â in that black dress he once called âdecent.â You took his hand carefully, timidly. Your fingers were cold. They were shaking.
He thought you were freezing outside.
He didnât think you were scared.
Didnât think you were hurting.
âWe need to talk,â you said.
He looked at you and noticed your eyes were shining. Something was off, but he couldnât place it. He was drunk. He was having fun. He didnât want to talk.
âI donât have time for this,â he muttered. âGo home.â
Music. Noise. Laughter. He was always busy when you showed up serious. He knew what that meant. Complaints. Questions. Those eyes he never understood.
He pulled his hand away.
Your fingers slipped off. You stood there watching. He had already turned back to the crowd when something made him glance over his shoulder. Your lips were trembling. Just a little.
He decided it wasnât his problem.
And walked away.
The rest is blurry. Booze. Laughter. Music. The brunette from another class whoâd been eyeing him for months. She sat on his lap. He let her. She was warm, smelled sweet, said something playful.
He half-listened.
Then she kissed him.
He remembers the taste of her lipstick â sickly sweet, chemical. Not like yours. Actually, he barely remembered what you tasted like. Did you even wear lipstick? Maybe if heâd once said he liked it.
Did he kiss her back? Maybe. He didnât push her away. What difference did it make?
Then Sukuna opened his eyes.
And saw you.
You were standing at the other end of the room. In the middle of the crowd. Of the laughter. Of all that shit.
You were standing there, looking at him.
And tears were running down your cheeks.
He didnât know you could cry like that. No sound. No sobbing. Just tears â big, fast, endless. You were holding your hand to your chest like something hurt there.
And you were looking right at him.
For the first time, his indifference made him sick.
Something in his chest jolted. Hard enough to make him want to grab his ribs. He moved â wanted to stand, shove the girl off, go to you. He even opened his mouth to call you...
But the brunette tugged his hair. Turned him back to her.
And when he looked again, you were gone.
Sukuna doesnât remember how he pushed through the crowd. The brunette shouted something after him, but he didnât hear it. He shoved people out of the way and didnât understand why his heart was pounding so hard.
You just left.
You always left when he told you to.
But you didnât leave with that face before.
You didnât cry.
He searched the whole house. He almost slipped on something spilled near the kitchen and didnât even notice. Checked every room, the kitchen, the bathroom, even the damn storage closet. You were gone.
Someone said, âThe girl in black? She left like a minute ago.â
He ran outside.
Cold. Night. Empty street. No one.
He headed toward the bus stop. Didnât know why. Just instinct. He knew you wouldnât have enough for a cab.
He remembered that one time after a fight when youâd stormed off, and heâd found you at that same stop. You were sitting there, staring at your phone. When you saw him, you smiled.
God, you smiled, even though heâd been yelling at you thirty minutes earlier.
Like he was the solution, not the problem.
He walked and thought, What am I even going to say? Why am I going?
He didnât know.
His legs just kept moving.
Maybe it was the right thing to do.
He saw you from a distance.
A small figure on the bench, curled into yourself. You were staring ahead. Not crying. Just sitting there. He came closer. Stopped a couple of meters away. Didnât know what to do. Shoved his hands into his pockets â heâd come out without a jacket, was freezing, but didnât feel it.
âHey,â he called.
You looked up.
And he saw your face. Swollen. Red. Wet. You looked at him like you were seeing a ghost. Like he was the last person you ever wanted to see. And for the first time, he was actually scared.
âWhatâs wrongâŠâ he started. âYou were crying?â
The words sounded wrong the second they left his mouth.
Stupid question. Idiotic. You were covered in tears. But he genuinely didnât know what to say. Heâd never seen you like this. And you just kept staring. And in your eyes there was something that made his insides twist.
âWhatâŠâ
And then you sobbed.
You broke down.
Loud, shaking, like a child, like something wounded, like someone being killed from the inside out. You covered your face with your hands, your shoulders trembling uncontrollably. The sounds you made were awful.
They cut through the air.
Cut through him.
Dug under his skin and stayed there.
âI canât do this anymore,â you whispered.
Sukuna froze. He had never â never â seen anyone cry like that. Especially not you.
You, who waited and tolerated all his bullshit.
For the first time in his life, Sukuna didnât know what to do.
His mind went blank. His mind was blank.
Not a single thought.
Just panic â sticky, cold, unfamiliar.
He stepped closer. Crouched down in front of you. Reached out, hand hovering over your shoulder.
âHeyâŠâ he tried again. âCome on⊠stopâŠâ
You jerked away. Hard.
Like heâd hit you.
And something twisted violently inside him.
You shrank back against the bench, pressing yourself into the backrest, curling in tighter. And cried louder.
âDonât touch me,â you breathed out. âDonât touch me!â
Sukuna went still. His hand hung in the air.
He stared at you, confused.
You always wanted him to touch you.
You reached for him, clung to him, asked for affection even when he was rough.
And now â donât touch me.
âI justââ he began.
âJust leave,â you cut him off. Your voice kept breaking, choking on tears. âPlease. Just go.â
He didnât go. Something held him there, pinned him to that asphalt, to that bench, to you. He watched you cry and felt something inside his own chest start to hurt.
Not like before. Worse. Deeper.
âI didnât mean to,â he tried. âI didnât think youâdââ
âYou never think!â you suddenly shouted.
And that scream, wet and shattered, hit him like a slap.
âHave you ever thought about me? Even once? Do you know how many nights I couldnât sleep? Do you know how I waited for you? Do you know how much it hurts when you do this?â
Sukuna stayed silent.
He didnât know. He genuinely didnât.
âYou forgot my birthday. You left and didnât come back. You slept with other girls and didnât even hide it!â
âI didnât fuck anyone!â he snapped back, frowning slightly, but you cut him off immediatelyâ
âAnd I still loved you!â you cried. âI still waited! I thought if I was good enough, patient enough, you wouldââ
Your breath hitched.
You covered your face again.
Your shoulders shook harder.
And Sukuna felt something tear slowly inside his chest.
With a crack. With pain.
He didnât understand what it was. Heâd never felt it before.
âIâŠâ he started again. Stopped. Swallowed. âI didnât know it mattered that much to you. You never said it straight.â
You looked up at him.
So full of pain he almost flinched.
âI did,â you hissed quietly. âA hundred times. You justâŠâ another sob, ââŠyou just never listened.â
He wanted to argue.
To say he did listen.
That he remembered. Thatâ
But he didnât. He truly didnât.
Your words had always slid past him because they felt small. Petty. Unimportant.
He reached out again. Slowly. Carefully.
Like you were a wild animal he might scare away.
His fingers touched your shoulder. Gently squeezed.
âCome here,â he said quietly. âJust⊠come here.â
He wanted to hug you.
For the first time in his life, he wanted to hold you not for sex, not out of habit, but because you were crying and he didnât know how to make it stop. He tried to pull you toward him â careful, almost soft.
You tore yourself away.
You shoved him.
Hard. Both hands. So hard he nearly fell back. You jumped to your feet, stepping away. One step. Two. You stood there, soaked in tears, shaking, broken, screaming:
âDonât touch me! Donât you dare! Not after youâ not after herââ
Your voice cracked.
You couldnât finish.
You covered your face and froze.
Sukuna stood up slowly. Took a step toward you â then stopped. His hands dropped. He clenched his fists until his nails dug into his palms.
It hurt. It should.
He turned his head away.
Not because he didnât want to look. But because seeing you like that â crying, hating him, distant â was unbearable. And because for the first time, he felt ashamed. He stared at the empty road, at the lonely streetlamp. Anywhere but at you.
His throat tightened.
He ruined it.
He didnât even know when it started going wrong.
He just lived the way he knew how. Took what was given. Didnât think about consequences. And now you were standing there crying, and he didnât know how to fix it. Only knew he had to do something.
But what?
âIâm sorry,â he said into the dark. âI⊠Iâm sorry.â
He didnât turn around. Didnât look at you. He didnât have the guts.
The night stayed silent. You stayed silent.
And something inside him was dying.
Slowly. Painfully.
For the first time in his life.
How many times had you smiled when you were breaking?
Heâd never said thank you.
Never said you were beautiful.
Never chose you â just let you stay.
He thought about how if you walked away right now, heâd have nothing left. Just an empty apartment. A cold bed. And the memory of how you smelled. Something warm. Familiar. His.
He clenched his jaw and, for one second, hoped youâd say, âItâs okay. Iâm just tired.â
Let him hold you.
But you said:
âGet lost, Sukuna. I donât want to see you anymore.â
You didnât say you didnât love him anymore.
But he understood anyway.
Maybe the only right thing he could do now was leave.
Do not repost, copy, plagiarize, translate, or feed my work into AI in any form!) English is not my first language, so yes, my writing might not be perfect.(
Maybe this could work as a prequel to drunk Sukuna?
times baby yuji and kid choso cockblocked their dad, ryomen sukuna
mdni, 18+
âAre you still watching?â was displayed on the screen as you saddled Sukunaâs lap, his tongue down your throat and his hand buried in your hair, pulling you back to kiss down your neck.
âFuck babyâŠâ You gasped as he nipped at your neck, taking time suck marks further down your chest.
Unconsciously, you began grinding on his forming cock, a wet patch forming in your panties. A hand wrapped gripped your cheeks, pulling you closer to his face. âIâm fucking you so-â
âMom!â
The door slammed open, you throwing yourself off of Sukunaâs lap while he threw the blanket over both of you. Twelve year old Choso raised an eyebrow at both of you before directing his attention on you. âChoso, itâs almost eleven and you have school tomorrow. What is going on?â
He started wringing his hands together, looking to the ground as Sukuna folded his arms. âOut with it boy.â
Sighing, he looked to you with teary eyes, immediately softening your heart. âI have a project due tomorrowâŠâ
âWhat?!â
He slightly flinched as you and your husband both yelled, wiping his face as tears fell. âI forgot it was due tomorrow, I thought it was next week.â
Sukuna rubbed his hands down his face while you just sighed. On top of that, two year old Yuji started crying from his room. Huffing out a breath, you stood up and caressed Chosoâs hair. âOkay, dad will take you to the store and help you throw something together.â They both let out noises of protest.
âI donât want dadâs help!â
âI donât want to go to the store!â
They both were shut up by your glare, especially Sukuna. âI have to get Yuji back to sleep. Get to the store, get home and get it done.â
Sukuna grumbled the entire way to the store, Choso rolling his eyes while listening. By the time they were home and the poster had been finished, he got Choso to bed and walked into your room to pick up where you left off.
Only to see you fast asleep, with Yuji in the middle of the bed. âGod damn it.â
Another time was when you two were on the couch, dumb, you know. Sukuna had allowed Choso to have a girl over and Yuji had been put to bed a little early for being sick, the medicine making him sleepy.
Sukuna was kissing you so hard you thought he would fall through you. His hands squeezed your hips and his own hips humped into yours. You moaned softly as he started trailing his kisses down, hand slipping under your shirt to grope your breast.
âYou want me to eat this pussy out on the couch? Huh?â You glanced at the stairs when you heard a door click shut. âI asked you a question, mama.â
âRyo, I think-â
He shushed you, smirking as he played with the waistband of your sleep shorts. âCho and that girl are probably doing the same thing right now, and Yuji is knocked out.â
âMommy.â
Sukuna sat straight up, flinching as you both looked to the side to see Yuji. His rosy cheeks were getting darker, his blanket trailing behind him. Huffing, Sukuna sat on the side of the couch. âYuji, youâll feel better if you sleep.â
He stared at Sukuna for five seconds before throwing up in Sukunaâs lap. Sukuna had a blank face, staring at Yuji, who turned away and did a little more in the floor. His head whipped to you when he heard the giggle, you immediately covering it with a cough.
You watched Yuji wipe his mouth, tears in his eyes. âOh, baby, come here.â As you picked him up, you heard footsteps coming down and Choso running towards the mess, your eyes widening. âCho wait!â
âHey mom, can me and Yuki-â Too late. Sixteen year old Choso was on the floor, the back of him covered in puke. He groaned, looking at his hands and gasping. âNo! Gross!â
His friend, Yuki, huffed out a laugh, covering her mouth. âCho thatâs sick.â
You looked back at Sukuna, holding his head in his hands as he took deep breaths. Rubbing Yujis back, you sighed and looked at him. âYou want another bath, honey?â He nodded and you kissed his head, looking at the other two. âChoso, go take a quick shower and help your dad get this mess cleaned while I take care of Yuji.â
Sukunaâs head snapped to you, eyes narrowed. âAnd what about me?â
You rolled your eyes, already walking upstairs. âJust change your pants, crybaby.â The last part was muttered, Yuji softly giggling.
âI heard that!â
âYou were meant to!â
Another time wasnât too long after the last one. Sukuna was behind you as you were cooking, kissing on your neck, rubbing on your thighs.
Choso and Yuji were in the backyard, jumping on the trampoline. You could hear them laughing, looking up every now and then through the window to make sure they were still outside.
Sukunaâs hand found its way inside your waistband, fingers rubbing through your wet folds, his other arm holding you up. Your moans filled the kitchen, stirring the food as he rubbed around your clit faster.
âRyo, theyâre right thereâŠâ
He kissed your ear, chuckling with a smirk. âTheyâll be out there for a while baby, donât you worry.â
Unbeknownst to you, Sukuna paid Choso $30 to keep Yuji entertained for a while so you could cook. The kid was always begging for money so Sukuna decided to make him work for it.
Just as you reached around, palming Sukuna through his sweatpants, you heard Yuji scream and tiny footsteps coming on the porch. âMOM! MOM, DAD!â
Sukuna jerked away from you, both of your eyes widening when Yuji slammed the door open, his eyes filled with tears. âChoso is hurt!â
Turning the stove off, you both ran to the yard, seeing Choso on the ground while tears trickled down his face. You saw his leg at a bad angle, gasping and running faster.
You both knelt beside him, checking him over while Sukuna asked questions. âI just misstepped and fell off, Iâm okay.â
You touched his pant leg, wanting to look at his leg, stopping as he began groaning in pain. âOkay, youâre going to the hospital.â
Sukuna got him to the while you grabbed necessary items, walking out with Yuji in your arms. âOkay, just finish dinner and Iâll let you know.â You handed Yuji to Sukuna, kissing their cheeks and leaving.
Chosoâs leg was fractured, requiring crutches and a cast for at least 8 weeks. The hospital was able to get you set up with someone to put on a cast the next day, being discharged and heading home.
âSo, does this mean I have to give dad back the $30?â
âWhat $30?â
The most recent time was the absolute worse, because you were actually doing it. And your kids were too old to still be doing this.
Both of you naked, you bounced on top of Sukunaâs cock, his hands bruising your hips and guiding you. âThatâs right baby, just like thatâŠâ He slapped your ass, pulling your hair slightly to give him a clear view of your chest.
You both thought you would be in the clear. Choso still lived at home but he was at a college event. And Yuji was out with some friends. You both knew they would be back in the morning since it was Sukunaâs birthday. But you decided to give him an early gift right at twelve.
And you werenât the only one.
Your hands were braced behind you on Sukunaâs thighs, slowly grinding down as he was awestruck by it. You smirked, taking a hand and guiding his face to look at you. âEyes on me baby.â
âYes maâam..â
Everything was fine. Until it wasnât.
The door slammed open, candle flames lighting up the dark room, and your two sons singing, Yuji almost 18 and Choso in his 20s. âHappy birthday to you-â
You screamed, immediately sliding off Sukuna and under a blanket. Sukuna groaned, the sudden movement from you hurting more than anything. Yuji and Choso gasped, turning around while holding the cake, both mumbling an âoh shitâ.
âGod damn it! Every time!â Sukuna covered himself up and turned a lamp on, the boys turning back with sheepish smiles.
âIt was an accident, we swear!â Yuji nodded at Chosoâs words. âWe just wanted to surprise you.â
âJust not like that.â
You giggled, hiding away in the sheets while Sukuna rubbed a hand down his face. âJust, give us a second and weâll come downstairs.â
They both nodded, shutting the door and laughing loudly as they walked downstairs. Sukuna groaned, falling back in the bed and looking at you. âItâll be okay, Ryo.â
âI just want one kid that doesnât cockblock me in the best moments.â You bit your lip, smiling slightly, causing him to raise a brow. âWhat?â
Sighing, you turned over to your bedside table and pulled something from the drawer. Rolling back over, you laid the stick in his hands with a laugh. âHappy birthday.â
He was shocked at the pregnancy test, groaning again at the thought of a whole new baby.
Almost witnessing your husband die on live television to the king of curses rewired something in your brain.
The 3 weeks he was hospitalized due to his life threatening injuries and the list of medical issues that needed special monitoring. You were always there, chair pulled up to his bedside your hand covering his much larger one.
The amount of tubes going into his body and the amount of stitching on his body taunted you, mocking you. Making your brain spiral to every what if scenario there was out there in the universe of what couldâve happened to him out there, what he could be laying in right now that wasnât a hospital bed.
The 4 days after the fight was just him sleeping catching up on years of sleep he was deprived of from being the strongest.
The days he was awake you were still always right there.
He needed water? you were already leaving the hospital room to go get it. Food? your voice was already mixing with his as you ordered whatever he was telling you what he wanted. He needed to stretch his legs? You were already there helping him out of the hospital bed treating his body like it was made of glass as you helped him stand up.
Your hands in his much larger ones as he helped him take a few small steps. your eyes staring at his face the entire time making out what facial expressions he would make. A furrow in the eyebrow and boom, you were already fussing at him to sit down and not to overdo it.
When Satoru finally got the okay to leave and was back in the comfort of your shared home. You became even worse over him.
Even with all of his wounds healed and being able to walk again you were still hovering over him, just in case. thatâs what you told yourself.
and oh boy. Satoru noticed, of course he noticed. he noticed the first day he was awake in the hospital about your actions. The immediate action you took when he wanted something, asked for something even as little as another pillow to prop his back up a little more. The fussing over him when he would wince just a little when he sat up or to readjust himself to get more comfortable.
At home the only thing you did was follow him around like a lost puppy even if he was sitting down taking it easy. You were right there by his side never leaving him alone for more than a minute.
Finally one day while you were cuddled into his side on the couch your hand periodically going to where his heart was checking his heart beat, just in case. Satoru looked down at you - trembling fingers rubbing slow circles on your hip as you stared at the tv.
âyou wanna tell me whatâs been going on inside that pretty head of yours?â his unusual low voice cuts through the noise of the tv, you shift slightly under his gaze hesitating on if you should look at him or not.
Satoru didnât say anything, he wanted you to speak up without him asking. When you still didnât talk for a second too long for Satorus liking - two fingers pinch the fat on your hip when it was a second too long for satorus liking making you squirm under his finger pads.
âanswer me.â his voice was sharper - pleading almost. he needed answers not this lost puppy shit.
âi just want you to recover quickly,â Satoru knew those words were true but that wasnât what he wanted to hear.
âso you following me around these past two weeks like some lost puppy is because you want me to recover quicker? bullshit.â his fingers pinched your hip again a bit harder this time making you let out a small whimper in pain.
âokay! okay!-,â you whine in defeat giving into his tactics.
âi just- im scared, im so scared of losing you i was scared before the fight but now? I canât even sleep without dreaming about seeing you die from that stupid fig-,â your lips shut when you felt Satorus hand on your jaw lifting your head up.
Your eyes finally meet, silence stretching over the both of you that it even blurred the sound coming from the tv. The only thing you could do is just stare at him, your words were caught in your throat again like theyâve been for a month now.
âlisten me.â his voice was firm, not playful or mad. He needed this to get through your head.
âIâm right here. Iâm not going anywhere, I promised you that before the fight and i kept it. Just because i got a little beat up doesnât mean im gonna die,â voice firm not like his usual soft reassurance you were used to. No. He desperately needs his words to get through your head.
You nodded slowly trusting him like always - eyes still locked on his.
âi appreciate how much youâve taken care of me and how much youâve been fussing over me, but i also need my wife to not be ridden with anxiety when her husband is alive and well.â his voice was softer now like the way it always was, his slightly trembling hand cups your cheek bringing your face closer to his kissing your forehead that you could feel the love in his lips.
âwould this be a bad time to ask my precious girl if she can get her still kinda injured husband an ice cream sandwich from the freezer?â you could feel the small smirk on his lips as he murmured the question against your forehead.
He pulls back looking at your with that same smirk you felt against your forehead and without a word youâre already up feet pattering to the kitchen to retrieve his ice cream sandwich.
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You first saw him in the fall, when the leaves hadnât rotted yet but had already stopped being bright...
Sukuna was standing on the university steps, the sun catching on the black lines of the tattoos on his face, and you stared at them for way too long. Thin patterns along his cheekbones, dark stripes across his forehead and chin. He had more ink disappearing beneath the collar of his T-shirt.
He caught your gaze and smirked. You flushed, but you didnât look away.
It felt like he looked at you differently than the others. Back then, you didnât know that look yet. You saw something else in him â confidence, that wild kind of freedom you never had enough of yourself.
You fell in love.
Stupidly. Desperately. Headfirst.
Sukuna noticed. He always noticed when someone liked him.
It flattered him. Why wouldnât it?
Later that same evening at the frat party, he got into a fight. Someone shoved him by accident. He swung first. You watched him knock the guy to the floor and keep him by the collar even when heâd already stopped fighting back. People were yelling, trying to pull them apart.
You stood there thinking he mustâve been provoked.
He wouldnât just hurt someone. Right?
You went up to him afterward. Told him he had blood on his lip. Sukuna looked at you like he didnât understand why you were even talking to him. He let you press a napkin to his skin.
You felt special.
At the party a week later, he already knew your name and was drinking more than anyone else. You laughed at his jokes even when they were kind of mean, even when you were nervous. He looked at you a little longer than he looked at everyone else.
Sukuna touched you more than necessary. His hand on your waist felt like a brand. When he leaned in and told you you were pretty, something inside you tightened with happiness.
You ended up in his bedroom.
The door shut.
The music behind the wall turned muffled.
He kissed you like he wasnât used to asking permission. You were shaking. You didnât want to look naive. When he pushed inside you and understood youâd never done this before, he froze for a second.
His fingers tightened on your thigh.
You wished you hadnât let him realize.
You wanted to seem grown, brave.
There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Maybe even a little confusion. But he exhaled and kept going, like heâd decided it was just a detail.
Sukuna didnât stop.
You clenched your teeth, buried your face in his forearm, pressed into the tattooed skin so he wouldnât notice how much it hurt. He wasnât cruel. He just didnât think about the fact that you might be scared. He was too focused on himself.
Later you lay beside him, staring at the ceiling, convincing yourself it had been right. That it had meant something important to him. And in the morning Sukuna lazily said he liked you while you were cleaning up his room.
That you could try being together. He said it like he was talking about a new playlist, not your heart.
You agreed.
You said âyesâ so fast he even smirked. Easy. Way too easy.
You remember your friends trying to talk you out of it. âHeâs insane, canât you see that? Heâll dump you in a week.â You didnât listen. You looked at them and thought: You just donât know him like I do. Stupid.
The stupidest girl alive.
Sukuna knew they were warning you. You told him. Complained that they didnât get him, that he was good, just complicated. He half-listened, nodded, thought about something else.
Good? He wasnât good.
But if thatâs what you needed to believe â fine.
What did he care?
Sukuna knew you were foolish. Not dumb â you did great in school. Foolish in the way you looked at him. The way you waited. The way you forgave. He saw it and found it amusing. Sometimes even cute. Sometimes annoying. But overall â convenient.
At first, everything felt almost normal.
Sometimes he was almost gentle.
Sukuna could pull you into his chest out of nowhere and rest his chin on the top of your head. He could text you at night, a short âYou asleep?â and when you answered, tell you to come over.
He could lace his fingers through yours like it was natural.
You lived for those moments.
They were rare.
Thatâs why they felt precious.
But most of the time, he was different.
He knew you loved flowers.
Youâd send him pictures of bouquets, text âTheyâre so pretty,â sigh when you passed flower shops. He saw. Sometimes he even thought, Maybe I should get her some. Then brushed it off. Flowers die. Waste of money. And if he bought them once, youâd start expecting it again. He didnât want you expecting things.
He didnât want to owe you.
You wanted to be understanding for him.
He knew you were hurt when he forgot important dates. Your birthday. Valentineâs. Your anniversary. He didnât remember numbers. Didnât try to. What was the point? Days pass, everything repeats. Why celebrate?
The truth was he remembered your birthday. He just didnât think it mattered enough to show up. A friendâs party, lots of booze, girls looking at him with interest. Why go home where youâd be waiting with that look in your eyes? He didnât want to see it.
The candles had already burned halfway down by midnight.
You had bought a cake he never saw.
He came back three days later. You were sitting in the kitchen, drinking tea, not looking at him. Your eyes were red. You only asked, âAre you hungry?â He was. You cooked. Everything was âfine.â
You tried to smile. Asked if heâd had fun. You didnât ask why he hadnât come. And Sukuna pretended not to notice.
Easier that way.
He didnât get why your friends hissed at him. They looked at him like heâd done something unforgivable.
What had he done?
He was with you.
What more did they want?
He knew you wanted real dates.
The kind you chose. Rom-com movies. Parks. Stupid little fairs. He refused. âBoring.â âNot going.â âJust come over.â You agreed. You always agreed. He didnât think about how you felt. If you really wanted it, youâd drag him there, right?
So it must not matter that much.
He took advantage of the fact you wanted to be a good girlfriend.
He knew you hated horror movies. Youâd say, âThey scare me, I canât sleep after.â But when he turned one on, you sat beside him, pressed close, and stayed quiet. He didnât turn it off. He liked them. And if you were scared, youâd just cling tighter.
Not so bad.
He knew you were exhausted. Classes. A job. Four hours of sleep...
But when he wanted sex, he just came up to you and started. If you said âIâm not in the mood,â heâd insist. Not harshly. Just, âCome on.â Kissing your neck. Tugging at your clothes. You gave in, because it always felt good with him. Always.
Sukuna didnât see a problem.
You werenât really resisting.
So you mustâve wanted it too.
He knew you picked out thoughtful gifts. Hid them. Gave them to him with that hopeful look like youâd brought him a stray cat. Heâd say âThanksâ and shove them in a drawer. Not because he didnât care â he just didnât know what to do with it. Books he wouldnât read. Sweaters he wouldnât wear...
Why? He didnât ask.
You give, he takes. Fair.
He didnât need anything.
Sukuna remembered how you hugged him after fights.
He yelled â he knows he yelled.
Sometimes for a reason, sometimes just because he was in a shitty mood. And youâd come up behind him, wrap your arms around his waist, press your cheek to his back. Quiet. He felt your breathing through his shirt. It was strange. Warm.
He didnât get why you did it, but he let you.
Sometimes even waited for it.
Never asked.
He knew you were hurt when he disappeared for days without answering.
Youâd text. Call. Then stop. When he vanished, you barely ate. You checked your phone again and again. Replayed everything youâd said. Convinced yourself youâd ruined it. And when he came back, youâd throw your arms around his neck like heâd returned from war.
Something in his chest tightened.
A weird feeling.
He brushed it off.
Youâre just emotional.
You just missed him. Nothing special.
But there was something special about being waited for.
You thought if you loved him hard enough, heâd become better. You saw him as wounded. Broken. You believed you could be a quiet place where he didnât have to be hard.
You believed that if you were patient enough, understanding enough, one day heâd want to be softer too. You didnât try to change him. You just hoped heâd notice how much you did.
He never asked you to.
Sukuna knew what you felt when he came to bed smelling like someone elseâs perfume.
You never said anything. Just turned to the wall and breathed quietly. He thought, If youâre not asking, good. He was too lazy to explain, too lazy to lie, too lazy to handle your feelings.
They were yours. Not his.
Sometimes he noticed something off.
The way you looked when he joked about you in front of friends. How you dropped your gaze when they said he didnât deserve you. How you flinched when he yelled. And in those moments something unpleasant stirred deep inside him.
Guilt? No. Just discomfort.
Like heâd done something wrong but couldnât figure out what.
Heâd brush it off.
Drink. Leave. It would pass.
The worst part â he genuinely didnât understand.
To him, you were just you.
Always there. Always available. Always forgiving.
He didnât see boundaries because you never set them. He didnât feel pain because you never showed it. He thought everything was fine. Because if it wasnât, youâd leave. Or cry. Or scream.
But you didnât scream. You didnât cry. You just stayed.
You never cried in front of him.
That matters. You never cried.
He got used to thinking you were strong. That you could handle everything. That youâd always be there, always ready, always forgiving. He thought thatâs just how you were. That tears werenât your thing.
He was wrong.
That night at Gojoâs.
Sukuna was drunk. Really drunk.
He remembers you walking up to him â in that black dress he once called âdecent.â You took his hand carefully, timidly. Your fingers were cold. They were shaking.
He thought you were freezing outside.
He didnât think you were scared.
Didnât think you were hurting.
âWe need to talk,â you said.
He looked at you and noticed your eyes were shining. Something was off, but he couldnât place it. He was drunk. He was having fun. He didnât want to talk.
âI donât have time for this,â he muttered. âGo home.â
Music. Noise. Laughter. He was always busy when you showed up serious. He knew what that meant. Complaints. Questions. Those eyes he never understood.
He pulled his hand away.
Your fingers slipped off. You stood there watching. He had already turned back to the crowd when something made him glance over his shoulder. Your lips were trembling. Just a little.
He decided it wasnât his problem.
And walked away.
The rest is blurry. Booze. Laughter. Music. The brunette from another class whoâd been eyeing him for months. She sat on his lap. He let her. She was warm, smelled sweet, said something playful.
He half-listened.
Then she kissed him.
He remembers the taste of her lipstick â sickly sweet, chemical. Not like yours. Actually, he barely remembered what you tasted like. Did you even wear lipstick? Maybe if heâd once said he liked it.
Did he kiss her back? Maybe. He didnât push her away. What difference did it make?
Then Sukuna opened his eyes.
And saw you.
You were standing at the other end of the room. In the middle of the crowd. Of the laughter. Of all that shit.
You were standing there, looking at him.
And tears were running down your cheeks.
He didnât know you could cry like that. No sound. No sobbing. Just tears â big, fast, endless. You were holding your hand to your chest like something hurt there.
And you were looking right at him.
For the first time, his indifference made him sick.
Something in his chest jolted. Hard enough to make him want to grab his ribs. He moved â wanted to stand, shove the girl off, go to you. He even opened his mouth to call you...
But the brunette tugged his hair. Turned him back to her.
And when he looked again, you were gone.
Sukuna doesnât remember how he pushed through the crowd. The brunette shouted something after him, but he didnât hear it. He shoved people out of the way and didnât understand why his heart was pounding so hard.
You just left.
You always left when he told you to.
But you didnât leave with that face before.
You didnât cry.
He searched the whole house. He almost slipped on something spilled near the kitchen and didnât even notice. Checked every room, the kitchen, the bathroom, even the damn storage closet. You were gone.
Someone said, âThe girl in black? She left like a minute ago.â
He ran outside.
Cold. Night. Empty street. No one.
He headed toward the bus stop. Didnât know why. Just instinct. He knew you wouldnât have enough for a cab.
He remembered that one time after a fight when youâd stormed off, and heâd found you at that same stop. You were sitting there, staring at your phone. When you saw him, you smiled.
God, you smiled, even though heâd been yelling at you thirty minutes earlier.
Like he was the solution, not the problem.
He walked and thought, What am I even going to say? Why am I going?
He didnât know.
His legs just kept moving.
Maybe it was the right thing to do.
He saw you from a distance.
A small figure on the bench, curled into yourself. You were staring ahead. Not crying. Just sitting there. He came closer. Stopped a couple of meters away. Didnât know what to do. Shoved his hands into his pockets â heâd come out without a jacket, was freezing, but didnât feel it.
âHey,â he called.
You looked up.
And he saw your face. Swollen. Red. Wet. You looked at him like you were seeing a ghost. Like he was the last person you ever wanted to see. And for the first time, he was actually scared.
âWhatâs wrongâŠâ he started. âYou were crying?â
The words sounded wrong the second they left his mouth.
Stupid question. Idiotic. You were covered in tears. But he genuinely didnât know what to say. Heâd never seen you like this. And you just kept staring. And in your eyes there was something that made his insides twist.
âWhatâŠâ
And then you sobbed.
You broke down.
Loud, shaking, like a child, like something wounded, like someone being killed from the inside out. You covered your face with your hands, your shoulders trembling uncontrollably. The sounds you made were awful.
They cut through the air.
Cut through him.
Dug under his skin and stayed there.
âI canât do this anymore,â you whispered.
Sukuna froze. He had never â never â seen anyone cry like that. Especially not you.
You, who waited and tolerated all his bullshit.
For the first time in his life, Sukuna didnât know what to do.
His mind went blank. His mind was blank.
Not a single thought.
Just panic â sticky, cold, unfamiliar.
He stepped closer. Crouched down in front of you. Reached out, hand hovering over your shoulder.
âHeyâŠâ he tried again. âCome on⊠stopâŠâ
You jerked away. Hard.
Like heâd hit you.
And something twisted violently inside him.
You shrank back against the bench, pressing yourself into the backrest, curling in tighter. And cried louder.
âDonât touch me,â you breathed out. âDonât touch me!â
Sukuna went still. His hand hung in the air.
He stared at you, confused.
You always wanted him to touch you.
You reached for him, clung to him, asked for affection even when he was rough.
And now â donât touch me.
âI justââ he began.
âJust leave,â you cut him off. Your voice kept breaking, choking on tears. âPlease. Just go.â
He didnât go. Something held him there, pinned him to that asphalt, to that bench, to you. He watched you cry and felt something inside his own chest start to hurt.
Not like before. Worse. Deeper.
âI didnât mean to,â he tried. âI didnât think youâdââ
âYou never think!â you suddenly shouted.
And that scream, wet and shattered, hit him like a slap.
âHave you ever thought about me? Even once? Do you know how many nights I couldnât sleep? Do you know how I waited for you? Do you know how much it hurts when you do this?â
Sukuna stayed silent.
He didnât know. He genuinely didnât.
âYou forgot my birthday. You left and didnât come back. You slept with other girls and didnât even hide it!â
âI didnât fuck anyone!â he snapped back, frowning slightly, but you cut him off immediatelyâ
âAnd I still loved you!â you cried. âI still waited! I thought if I was good enough, patient enough, you wouldââ
Your breath hitched.
You covered your face again.
Your shoulders shook harder.
And Sukuna felt something tear slowly inside his chest.
With a crack. With pain.
He didnât understand what it was. Heâd never felt it before.
âIâŠâ he started again. Stopped. Swallowed. âI didnât know it mattered that much to you. You never said it straight.â
You looked up at him.
So full of pain he almost flinched.
âI did,â you hissed quietly. âA hundred times. You justâŠâ another sob, ââŠyou just never listened.â
He wanted to argue.
To say he did listen.
That he remembered. Thatâ
But he didnât. He truly didnât.
Your words had always slid past him because they felt small. Petty. Unimportant.
He reached out again. Slowly. Carefully.
Like you were a wild animal he might scare away.
His fingers touched your shoulder. Gently squeezed.
âCome here,â he said quietly. âJust⊠come here.â
He wanted to hug you.
For the first time in his life, he wanted to hold you not for sex, not out of habit, but because you were crying and he didnât know how to make it stop. He tried to pull you toward him â careful, almost soft.
You tore yourself away.
You shoved him.
Hard. Both hands. So hard he nearly fell back. You jumped to your feet, stepping away. One step. Two. You stood there, soaked in tears, shaking, broken, screaming:
âDonât touch me! Donât you dare! Not after youâ not after herââ
Your voice cracked.
You couldnât finish.
You covered your face and froze.
Sukuna stood up slowly. Took a step toward you â then stopped. His hands dropped. He clenched his fists until his nails dug into his palms.
It hurt. It should.
He turned his head away.
Not because he didnât want to look. But because seeing you like that â crying, hating him, distant â was unbearable. And because for the first time, he felt ashamed. He stared at the empty road, at the lonely streetlamp. Anywhere but at you.
His throat tightened.
He ruined it.
He didnât even know when it started going wrong.
He just lived the way he knew how. Took what was given. Didnât think about consequences. And now you were standing there crying, and he didnât know how to fix it. Only knew he had to do something.
But what?
âIâm sorry,â he said into the dark. âI⊠Iâm sorry.â
He didnât turn around. Didnât look at you. He didnât have the guts.
The night stayed silent. You stayed silent.
And something inside him was dying.
Slowly. Painfully.
For the first time in his life.
How many times had you smiled when you were breaking?
Heâd never said thank you.
Never said you were beautiful.
Never chose you â just let you stay.
He thought about how if you walked away right now, heâd have nothing left. Just an empty apartment. A cold bed. And the memory of how you smelled. Something warm. Familiar. His.
He clenched his jaw and, for one second, hoped youâd say, âItâs okay. Iâm just tired.â
Let him hold you.
But you said:
âGet lost, Sukuna. I donât want to see you anymore.â
You didnât say you didnât love him anymore.
But he understood anyway.
Maybe the only right thing he could do now was leave.
Do not repost, copy, plagiarize, translate, or feed my work into AI in any form!) English is not my first language, so yes, my writing might not be perfect.(
Maybe this could work as a prequel to drunk Sukuna?
